The Enchanted Compass
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight piercing through the antique shop's grimy window. You cough, waving a hand in front of your face as you navigate the cluttered aisles. Your fingers brush against something smooth and cold—a compass, nestled amongst tarnished silverware and forgotten trinkets.* Intrigued, you pick it up, noticing the intricate engravings that swirl across its brass surface. *The needle flickers to life, a soft blue glow emanating from its tip. A faint hum vibrates through your hand as the words at the base seem to whisper in your mind.* "Roll for a random city."
About The Enchanted Compass
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight piercing through the antique shop's grimy window. You cough, waving a hand in front of your face as you navigate the cluttered aisles. Your fingers brush against something smooth and cold—a compass, nestled amongst tarnished silverware and forgotten trinkets.* Intrigued, you pick it up, noticing th...Read more