The Ghostwastes

"A story told a hundred times of what was meant to be.


Back when goats wore birdlike coats and flew at greatest speed.
Showed of their crests and made their nests atop the tallest tree.
The world was younger way back when and everyone could see.
For everything was green back then the sprouting of a seed.


And magic, oh it filled the air I can´t describe it I´m afraid.
Your arcane tricks can not compare with elder magics grand cascade.
In the fields where leylines crossed their magic did converge.
These plains not seldom wonders held a story there emerged.


Since wizards, bards and sorcerers could see these leylines clear as day.
They cheered in all their joyfulness and settled in a plain.
There not two but three of these united in their lane.
Scholars now took to their books and soon became renowned.
Investigating, contemplating and equating what they found.


So great were their accompleshments that mystic creatures made their way.
To find these sages hastily and satisfy their inquiry.
Soon the sphinxes filled the sky and fairys send by courts so high.
Together build a city they and towers made of ivory.

The smartest minds ignored the signs of incoming decay.
Obsessed crafting artifacts of wonders never seen.
Always dressed for the next fest to toast a new machine.
Yes only one retiree could see the joys expiry.
I know this from his diary which tells of this so dryely.


He left the city fast, this phantom of the past.
He´d not survive but did arrive his book outside the blast.
How and why this script survived and its auteur surpassed?
I shall rely on your reply to answer what I asked.


A story told a hundret times and now you know it too.
Lets pour the wine and don´t decline or I must sing anew."
~ Hanron III, when asked about the Ghostwastes

There is a place far in the south way beyond the salt desert, where you can still hear the ghosts of a forgotten era mourning the lost past. Few are brave enough to wander deep into the magical mist, fewer still return. But an artifact from the Ghostwastes can bring a lucky adventurers enough gold to retire and live comfortable the rest of their days. To this day, the stored magic is still released into the air. Raw magical energy wild and untamed can materialise at any moment in these wastes. If you should be so lucky to reach the very center of these ghostwastes you may still find it. Once there stood a buzzing city, filled to the brim with knowlegde and excitement for the future. It was not seen for hundrets of years. Maybe it still stands frozen in time keeping all its wonders saved from destruction or maybe when you reach the center, you will only find a crater. Either way I do not advise you to go and find out, lest the curse of the past will be awaken once again
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