The Seven Wishing Stars

The Hook

In the market square of Millhaven, a scarred old peddler presses a warm, star-shaped orb into your hands, gasping that six more are scattered across the world and that 'they' are already coming for it — before three black-sashed enforcers cut him down in the street. The orb hums faintly, warm as a heartbeat. Somewhere, something enormous just noticed you exist.

🎭 The rest of this tale is the Dungeon Master's secret. You'll live it at the table.