A line of men and women, as far as the eye could see, stretched across the city. They varied, from rich nobles in palanquins fanning out the heat, to peasants trying to keep cool in burlap tents to cover the sun. The one thing they had in common was to see the Queen.
The Queen was a special creature. Kind, magnanimous, and gorgeous (to the point where it became difficult to look at her without being overcome with lust), she would grant anyone their wish, so long as they give her something about themselves. She’s stolen the lips of a whore, the hair of a princess, and the eyes of the sweet girl next door, she had them all. In turn, she granted the city small favors.
The city wand worked like this. You tap the target, keeping the word of what you want to steal from their ownership in mind. You tap the recipient, and they receive it. Simple. Yet, so so powerful. This combined with the ring that allows her to do as she willed, allowed her to take whatever she’d like and give whatever she’d like, with no want for money.
However, one day the queen was found dead, her lover missing with the Ring of Wishes. The people, thinking her scepter was the source of her great strength, fought over the remainder, war ravaging the land. No one knows where the scepter went after, nor where the queen’s lover was, but one day it might fall under new hands…
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The doorbell rings, as a customer opened the door.
“Howdy customer! Welcome to my shop of magical knickaknack. Please, feel free to browse my wares.” An old cowboy looking fella said, swinging a stick in his hand. Sparks seemed to fly from the stick, almost like magic.