Cross the threshold to the...
Magical Junkshop for the Discount Adventurer
Dusty shelves humming with arcane energy surround you
Welcome rift-rider, you have found my humble shop, or perhaps it found you. Either way feel free to look around. If anything speaks to you or catches your eye don't hesitate to talk back. Worried about returning home, simply leave through the rift you entered from. If you have any questions you wish to ask me or the living Aether, visit the post room below.
Room I · The Shop
The Wares
We have several magical writing implements and equipment for your companions. No companion? Adopt one here.
Taking Inventory
The shelves have collapsed as new inventory entered a rift. We are counting it.
Room II · The Post Desk
Send a Letter
Here you can send a letter to me, or ask the living Aether any burning questions you might have. We can talk about commissions as well.
...or simply subscribe to our newsletter. We promise it will not be complete nonsense, usually. Unsubscribe at any time.
Room III · The Restricted Section
This Door Doesn't Open. Not Yet.
Apologies Rift-rider, that door isn't quite open to the public yet. All in due time.
Room IV · The Almanac
Where the Door Opens Next
Curious about visiting us again? Fortunately the stars can predict where the rift will open. Take a look at this chart, see?
Next Appearance
The Proprietor
Hemlock
Portrait Pending
The proprietorship of the Magical Junkshop is not one of hiring or even lineage. The truth is that no one really knows how they are chosen. Only that they are. Hemlock's tenure began many centuries ago, though time holds no meaning here and such neither does the longevity of ones life. He always did have a knack for discovering places he shouldn't have.
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— Hemlock