DM: as you all arive at your destination you notice a lavish yet elderly looking fountain, and seeing as you are exhausted and tired from your travels each of you slowly make your way to the fountain from different roads.

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there in the middle of the cross roads you sit and rest and refill your flasks with fresh clean water, and notice that it taste almost merry in its flavor, like that of a jovial ale, or a well crafted wine.

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soon you are all laughing and sharing in merriment as you all indulge in the pleasurable waters of the fountains swill.

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the next morning however as you awaken in the cross roads, you notice that the fountain is gone, and upon doing some asking around you hear of a legend of the fountain of youth...

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begin campaign...