It was nice leaving the mountains to find more mountains, and then leaving those mountains to find something more akin to a desert. The only difference was that the desert was occupied by various settlements and one large town, mainly built as if it were a castle. Ace of Spades, they called it, or at least that was what the dreamweaver heard as she passed by the people, talking amongst each other with unconcealed dreams. It was easy to pick up a stray thought that ran away from a mind or two, after all.
The blonde noticed something uncanny about the place, however. Coated all over random buildings walls, barrels, street objects, and more were various circles with symbols inscribed within them. Some of the circles appeared to hold runes from languages long forgotten, while others seemed more straight forward, with simplistic symbols that had no other purpose than to call on magic. Something was up, and it had everyone in the town on edge-- it was no wonder she had been attracted here.
Continuing on with a smug expression and her hands in her pockets, the dreamweaver gazed to and fro at the circles, the townspeople, and the investigators that had gone to look into the strange phenomenon. This place was delicious, and it would only get better. After a few hours worth of tireless walking, the pieces of the puzzle began to form a complete picture. All at once, the circles would begin to glow, and out from them would pour armies of admirable atrocities. Swarms of monster rats, minions of the fire, miniature goblins, and wasps of hell would begin pouring from the circles, as if they were portals to some uncanny, ravenous dimension.
A giddy grin grew on the features of the young dreamweaver, who could feel the panic and fear levels of the city drastically increasing by the heartbeat. Standing in the middle of the street, unfazed by the commotion, as she watched the chaos ensue with satisfaction and happiness dancing in her green eyes.
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