5:16 to 5:50 in the morning.

Roll 3d6: 

3: Drinks tea, each type of tea gives different visions. Today is Draggling Blossom tea and the visions are of your future travels. 

4: Babbi plays a drum, on that drum is the world, with each stroke of the drum the world hops a skitters about, it is the chaos brought about by the steady rhythm of the Drum that balances everything. 

5: the litches smile contains a pocket dimension. A whole universe of perfect existence. 

6: Art has eaten commerce.. Your parties gold is worthless. They are only worth what they create. 

7: The Shattered Altar has been picked over and robbed out by pilgrims. Now the altar wants to be reformed, and the relics of a thousand years are coming to life.

8: The Bards guild has gone on strike. The city has gone quiet. No song, no poets, no stories. 

9: Exposure killed the adventurers. The Glacier claimed them. Now the sun has uncovered them, and the curse.

10: Psionic Squids run border crossings in the lamp lit sea. If you see a giant squid, just pay the toll. There are much larger cheaters they may call out to. It’s worth a sailor or two just to appease them. 

11: Illegal imports come with risks. Being mind-controlled by tiny spiders is just one of them. 

12: The invaders have stalled in the mountains. Tenacious defenders and uncompromising locals have made the offensive a slog. Now leaders from both sides have arrived at the oracle to seek advice. There can be no fighting at the oracle, so they sit in the small cave…have tea… and wait for the oracle to speak. 

13: The Parade is jubilant. Fire works, music, floats and dancers. However, the streets  are empty the skeletons March alone.

14: As can be expected your party can see smoke over the mountains. The mines belch smoke. 

16: The orchestra plays a raucous march. Calling the clouds, brining the rains.

17: when the creeks rise old stream beds fill. A silver lattice work of forgotten streams. These streams turn the forgotten dwarven wheels, which open the old doors. 

18: The first time you pull the magic sword from its dusty scabbard a moldering piece of vellum falls to the floor. On the vellum is the demons contract. “By wielding the sword you agree to grant the demon the souls you release with it.”

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