My Kingdom Of Magick...Tread Lightly In My Private Spaces, Weary Traveler...For My Wrath Is Great.
You Are Welcome...for now...Respect My Trust..."
After a few minutes of walking, you realize your mistake...the path seems a bit hard to follow and branches from fallen trees lay across the path. Before long, it seems the path has turned much harder to follow. Yet you continue on. You notice that the lights of the town behind you are no longer visable on this brisk night. Leaves dance across the ground ahead through the trees. Eventually, you cannot even see the path due to the darkness of the trees above. You try to turn, but cannot even figure which way to continue walking. As you hear a rustleing ahead, you bend down to look, and a glimmer of light catches your eye off ahead and to the right. You decide this may be a place that is safe, and continue in the direction of the light...
Finaly, you start to feel gravel under your feet as you notice a large, ornate, slightly decaying house ahead of you. With a tall iron fence running around its property. It seems hundreds of years old as you look at the 30 foot pillars holding up the balcony above. The balcony has ivy decending downward off of it, dangling above your head.
As you approach the mansion, you see that at one time it had been a beautiful place, long tall columns framed the front. A once manicured garden had probably in it’s day been very welcoming, but on this night the wildly growing weeds and tangels of thorns look very harsh, the thick growth making it’s way up two columns in the front. A bundle of chains hanging between the siver gates tell you that no one is welcomed here. But on closer inspection you found that the gates are not chained at all, just wrapped so that they looked that way.
