Lately rumors have been brewing of a carnival Full of festivities and games, and items of power to be won. In the plains south of Gaea’s forest tents and stalls were risen. Cotton candy spun and games crafted. Those down on their luck, simply bored and even the still curious young ones seek this phenomenon out, curious of the fabled infinite winnings. And the truly bold may seek the source of the plain of peace where only the peaceful can enter, others warded away with strong nearly undetectable magic. And you’ve been handed a ticket to admit one.
User // mortals(s) attending the carnival // characters reasoning to seek the Carnival // other No gods or demons will be accepted, the ward around the carnival keeps most out.
