Tepest (TEP-est)
All is well in Tepest. Fields shine with golden hues of a bountiful harvest, and horned village children happily recite sing-song rhymes. But those who linger among this lands pastures and colorful cottages can't escape the feeling of being watched, or the impression that the idyllic fields have a distinctly somber cast. The locals dismiss such worries as the tricks of scheming fey, but their smiles fail to mask the desperation in their eyes.
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