The Hidden Chef of Dewshore
Whispers around
Dewshore suggest that a famous chef from the capital, beloved for his warm personality and passion for sharing the art of cooking, has left his life behind and taken refuge in the city. Known for his culinary mastery and a habit of teaching anyone who asked, he was one of the capital's most cherished figures, so his sudden disappearance has surprised many. Rumor has it that he has been spotted occasionally, perhaps taking cover in modest homes and even offering secret cooking lessons in exchange for a night’s rest. A local baker confided, “I swear I saw him—he was quick to dodge behind a market stall, but that’s a face you can’t forget. I reckon he’s just looking for somewhere he can cook in peace.” Whether the chef is truly in hiding, or simply taking time for himself, remains uncertain, but people around Dewshore now eye every newcomer a little more closely, hoping for a glimpse of the man behind the capital’s most talked-about recipes.
The Healing Crëpe
A stir has overtaken The Heights following claims from a former chef at Golden Crust Patisserie, who boasts that he has created a crëpe so divine it can restore a person to peak condition simply by eating it and relaxing. While most dismissed this as mere vanity, rumors have surfaced about wizards who, after sampling the crëpe, could fully restore their connection to the Weave and cast magic without the usual strain. The magic academy, however, has issued a stern warning, urging students and adventurers not to recklessly strain their abilities hoping for a culinary cure, cautioning that a mishap with one’s weave can lead to dangerous consequences. Despite being dismissed from Golden Crust, the chef has taken to running a stall in the middle of Dewshore, drawing an intrigued crowd of curious townsfolk and hopeful casters eager to experience his legendary dish.
The Disappearing Children of the Pit
An unsettling series of disappearances has taken hold in the Pit, where children are vanishing from their homes without a trace. Though death and hardship are not uncommon in Dewshore’s poorest quarter, the number of lost children has sparked dread and speculation among the city’s residents. Some believe the culprit to be a hag lurking at the forest’s edge, who lures the children away with the promise of food, while others claim it is the old clock tower that’s cursed. Superstitions abound that each time the broken clock rings, it signals the taking of another soul, its echo reverberating as a grim reminder. Travelers from nearby villages and farms say they have caught glimpses of unsettling eyes glinting from the treeline, but no one dares venture closer. Other versions of the rumor paint the clock tower as a dark place where children are ensnared in hidden gears, each tick drawing them further in, vanishing forever within its haunting depths.
