PlayerOliver

When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.”

Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

Stone in the shoe

"Oh, really?" Rana says happily. "Yeah, it…it looked fun."


You're a little surprised when she hesitates for a moment, but pretty quickly her usual smile returns.


"I always love seeing the different things everyone gets to show off. It makes the town seem a lot less small, you know? Makes you think you really could make a difference."


You come out of the park, and Rana leads you all to her car, which is waiting to be loaded with everyone's trash. As she helps pile in bag after bag, waving goodbye as people one by one start to trickle away, she gives you a thoughtful look.


"I was wondering—our organization needs everyone it can get, and…well, I've already made this pitch to pretty much everyone I know, but I think it's too important not to at least ask. How would you feel about helping us out, sometimes? Maybe even just coming along to our demonstration on Monday?"


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