As the sun sets there is a flash of violet light from the moon above and a thick mist engulfs the city. Vertigo washes over the people of Offtopic and the streets around them change.
Lightless save for the moon above, buildings dilapidated, overgrown with thorn covered trees and vines, and beyond the walls the forest rises higher than the tallest towers. The bustling sounds of the city are replaced with with discordant music, mad laughter, sobs of despair, and the screams and howls of man and beast.
[spoiler]Happy Winter Solstice!
Haven't done an event in a bit so here's a short thing.[/spoiler]
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Walking through the streets is Warlock Holmes. Dressed in a jacket and suit that appears to be out of a Arthur Conan Doyle novel accept for the fact that faded symbols of stars and moons can be seen upon his jacket. On top of his head sits a dearstalker hat and around his neck hangs a red ruby pendent with strange arcane markings inscribed on it. “It appears there is something afoot, my dear Watson.” He speaks to no one upon the a cacophony of sounds and sights, before casting a fly spell to investigate.