Perhaps you meant to come here, or perhaps you found yourself on the wrong side of a mountain, however one thing is for certain…
You’ve entered Ghost City.
The city itself was labyrinthine—endless streets, and market stalls set up at all corners. Monsters, ghosts and humans could be seen crowding the streets, but perhaps the most ghastly thing was what they were selling. If it was something you desired, you could get it, at a price.
Red Chinese lanterns were hung all over the street, almost to the point where you might think it was the Lantern Festival were you familiar with it—but the date wasn’t right for that. The streets were likewise fills with wonderful and dreadful stenches alike.
However, the most wondrous thing on the main street was a large building—it said Gambler’s Den in a language you likely couldn’t read, but for some reason you understood. Everyone around you could be understood as well. Perhaps it wasn’t surprising, given the otherworldly nature of this place.
It was a multistory building, and it was absolutely
palatial. If it were more narrow one could have mistaken it for a pagoda. It was much too large and far too sinister for that, though. Either way, it was a gorgeous building painted red, and might be considered elegant if it weren’t for the fact it was adorned with garish and illegible calligraphy. The magical translation spell wasn’t helping, that’s how terrible it was.
Either way, you approached the building only to be met with a beautiful young woman.
She would inform you that you did not require currency to play—that the stakes were high, and most gambled with their life, or other things or value either concrete or otherwise.
If you did not wish to gamble, there was still a bar, a restaurant as well as private seating areas.
You were also informed that staff often wore white laughing masks, and if you needed assistance, you could go to one of them.
