Toadstool Mansion

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* Journal Update 4/16*

Take a moment and see...

You’ve come across a strange forest, full of stranger things. You’re unsure if it’s you who has shrunk to be the size of a small woodland creature, or if it’s the woods which have grown to mock the size of you instead. The scale of the thick trunks and hovering foliage astounds you, as does the sight of a cobble road which weaves under and around thick gnarly roots.

At the end of these paths all around are a variety of toadstools, each a home, but you walk past them. A curious glint of light through the fog beckons you. The shine of glass seems to be the only familiar sight amongst the oddities, and the familiarity seems all the more unusual. Still, you follow and seek out the source of this light.

Eventually, you come upon a lit lamp post. It’s powered by oil and shines with a glossy flame, and from the post hangs a sign. From it you learn that this place is called Toadstool Mansion. It's bigger than the other mushroom cap homes—where allcomers who are the age of maturity wherever they hail from are welcome to enter and partake of the entertainment.

On the door, you see a note, and it says:

“Look around. Stay a while.
~With Love, Bede”