Petty Squabble [ROUND 3] [Goldhenge]
06-05-2013, 02:18 AM
"Yeah, hi-five!"
The Charlatan lounged atop a grand statue of some hero or another, swatting at what wouldn't have been air a universe or two over. Mission accomplished, the illusionist gestured at the township around them.
"Anyway, welcome to Goldhenge! It's a bit of a backwater, but the folks here don't mind."
The scent of sweat, hay and manure permeated the air. A pair of kids chased each other down the street, tailed by a woman carrying a basket of something. Smoke billowed up from the smith's shop, accompanied by the muffled clang of metal on metal. Somewhere, two men were shouting about how their fruits were better and cheaper than the other guy's.
"Goldhenge is sort of a hub for vagrants and adventurers. It's just about equidistant from Spooky Forest, Impassable Mountains, Wizard Castle and The Sea. You get all kinds here, though today's a bit quiet."
In the center of town sat a hill, from which twelve pillars of solid gold shot up into the sky. The Charlatan alighted atop the hill, which had remained untouched by any urban development.
"Town's namesake, right here. Turned into a tourist attraction when the Wizards from said Castle figured the pillars didn't do a damn thing. Nobody wants to dig it up to see what's down there, though. Just in case."
He walked over and tapped one of the pillars with his fist.
"It isn't even real gold! Doesn't stop people from-"
A dull hum picked up, barely audible under the bustle of the town. The air around the pillars seemed to shimmer as though in desert heat. The changes were subtle and would probably have gone completely unnoticed if several people hadn't been waiting for a man no one else could see to finish speaking.
But the Charlatan simply wasn't there.
The Charlatan lounged atop a grand statue of some hero or another, swatting at what wouldn't have been air a universe or two over. Mission accomplished, the illusionist gestured at the township around them.
"Anyway, welcome to Goldhenge! It's a bit of a backwater, but the folks here don't mind."
The scent of sweat, hay and manure permeated the air. A pair of kids chased each other down the street, tailed by a woman carrying a basket of something. Smoke billowed up from the smith's shop, accompanied by the muffled clang of metal on metal. Somewhere, two men were shouting about how their fruits were better and cheaper than the other guy's.
"Goldhenge is sort of a hub for vagrants and adventurers. It's just about equidistant from Spooky Forest, Impassable Mountains, Wizard Castle and The Sea. You get all kinds here, though today's a bit quiet."
In the center of town sat a hill, from which twelve pillars of solid gold shot up into the sky. The Charlatan alighted atop the hill, which had remained untouched by any urban development.
"Town's namesake, right here. Turned into a tourist attraction when the Wizards from said Castle figured the pillars didn't do a damn thing. Nobody wants to dig it up to see what's down there, though. Just in case."
He walked over and tapped one of the pillars with his fist.
"It isn't even real gold! Doesn't stop people from-"
A dull hum picked up, barely audible under the bustle of the town. The air around the pillars seemed to shimmer as though in desert heat. The changes were subtle and would probably have gone completely unnoticed if several people hadn't been waiting for a man no one else could see to finish speaking.
But the Charlatan simply wasn't there.