ephemeral emporium appears in cloud village
The elusive Ephemeral Emporium, fabled to traverse dimensions peddling an extensive selection of surreal and paranormal wares, has recently appeared in Cloud Village in the Circadian region of Himalia.
Residents of the Village seem relatively unperturbed by the abrupt materialisation of this enigmatic establishment. ‘So what if a shop selling a bunch of strange junk just turned up out of nowhere,’ one local told me. ‘I’ve seen stranger things in my time. It’s not half as weird as the stuff those Artisans get up to. Besides, it’s not like it’s hurting anybody.’ So far, three people have inexplicably vanished since the Emporium appeared, in addition to the destruction of the candle shop that occupied the space previously.
It’s unclear exactly why the Emporium has chosen to entify in this particular village, though to be completley honest we know hardly anything about this esoteric establishment at all; indeed, even the identity of the proprietor remains a mystery. Those who have visited the Emporium (and subsequently been able to recollect the encounter) describe wildly different accounts of their experiences, citing everything from labyrinthine corridors crowded with occult paraphernalia to intoxicating mists and flashes of arcane foolery; none however recall ever seeing the individual responsible for running the establishment. While journalistic curiosity would normally compel me to see such a place for myself firsthand, my desire to not fall prey to supernatural duplicity is understandably stronger.
Based on distant observation of the Emporium’s exterior wares, it would seem that those willing to make the frankly absurd decision to visit this ominous outlet can expect to find a whole manner of ethereal oddities. These range from everyday staples like your typical jar of storms and vase of futures, to more obscure articles such as what would appear to be some kind of amphora that doesn’t quite sit properly in this dimension and therefore has to constantly realign its molecular composition in order for its existence to remain theoretically plausible… and then of course there’re the crystals, because it’s simply impossible to go anywhere on Himalia without being bludgeoned with crystals.
For the less reckless, I’d advise you procure your household curiosities from Red Cloud Outpost, where the chances of meeting an untimely demise are greatly (though not entirely) diminished.
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