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There was color in the flowers, there was freshness in the air, there was greenery in the trees, there was fragrance in the breeze, but still the whole garden seemed like a bouquet of stars whose shine, light and height had been robbed.

Here's one for you DM's that want a weapon that can (& will) back fire on the players

Appearance: A 6 inch by 6 inch purple orb that has some swirling mist in it.

Description: This orb, made by a wild magic sorcerer, that was made to basically keep the enemy (& also the users) guessing what spell is goanna come next. Can do any spell that is third level or under (the dm gets to chose)

Attributes:

When used will use a random spell that is third level or under (Takes three turns to recharge)

On Nat 20, user get's to chose spell as well as getting regular Nat 20 benefits

There was a stunning mural on the roof of the first one. Three wild horses grazing on the great plains of the west. The magazines were from a number of years, ranging into 1916. Newspapers were tucked inbetween seats with big fancy names. In the next car, beautiful glass figurines glimmered and shined like they'd been polished yesterday. A bucking bronco, two running horses, a cow, and a cowboy and horse. The colors and shapes could only have been the work of a master, and it's quality showed even over 100 years after their creation. Toys littered seats as well, including a little stuffed bear and wooden toys. Plates were in here to, with golden lining and hand drawn art on the dishes.

Night was falling, and the empty shells that used to contain buildings seemed too alive for what they were. The dark hid the cracks and rot of the buildings. They looked ready to receive patrons, to receive their occupents. Like they'd light the lights any second, and people would stream out for a round of dancing and singing. Like it was still alive. If ghosts were real, they were almost visible. The ghost of the very town was visible. And there was no denying that something felt off about the place. There was a reason no one came here, why the train and walls were clean. Why the figurines and cars were in pristine condition. But why? And would he want to stay for night fall to see if the town was really dead?

That shattered the silence, and the safes were blasted to bits. The paper money was mostly in tatters now, but the gold... The gold was there. Glittering and yellow even in the dying sunlight and long shadows. But the grass seemed to be swaying oddly, the wind died. The creaking of the buildings seemed loud, dispite being barely audible. The panes of glass glowed like maybe they had lit lamps in there, but it was only the reflection of the sun. If you looked west, you could see as far as 20 miles down into a valley, littered with lights. Which may have been how this stayed so hidden and untouched. Shadowed so much and so far from people, it had been forgotten. But on the old bank, the town's name was stamped proudly. 'Gold Rivers, CA'.

It's one am

‘bossy’ /listen here you/