"Yo, yo, yo! Shit's about to hit the fan, my arcane homie. Storm's brewin'. Gotta protect the stash!"
What kind of storm? And what kind of stash are we talking about here?
The Witches' Brewstorm is an extremely rare and powerful magical phenomenon that occurs when the celestial alignment of the witching hour coincides with a solar flare. It creates an energetically charged field around the location, making it vulnerable to supernatural interference.
Oooooh…why the heck is that? I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Well, the brewstorm creates a sort of magnetic field that resonates with the energy of the artifacts. If it's not protected, the artifacts can become disoriented and lose their magical properties. We need to set up wards around the shop to shield it from the storm. opens a drawer and takes out a vial of glowing purple liquid
What’s that purple liquid?
grinning mischievously That, my dear friend, is the essence of a mystical creature known as a Dreamweaver.
A Dreamweaver? No way! Those are mythical creatures from stories! You didn’t…steal it from one did you?!
laughs Nah, girl! I ain't no thief. I bought this little vial from a reputable dealer. It's legit, I swear!
whispers Some guy who goes by the name of Mr. Blackwood. He's got connections with all sorts of dark and mysterious stuff.
Mr. Blackwood? Doesn’t he live in America or someplace? Why would he be selling Dreamweaver essence here?
nervously Well, turns out Mr. Blackwood has been acting a little... sketchy lately. He might have gotten himself involved in some shady business.
Hmmm…… So why are you telling me all this now? Did something happen?
Yeah, something did happen. You know that creepy old mansion on Elm Street? Rumor has it that Mr. Blackwood just bought it, and things have been weird ever since. People have been reporting strange occurrences and sightings around the area. It seems like whatever Mr. Blackwood is up to, it's attracting some serious supernatural attention.
Isn’t that the place where rumors say the devil himself lives there?
<As the Brewstorm intensifies, Sophia and Madame Xandria discover that they are trapped inside the cursed mansion on Elm Street, surrounded by dark and malevolent forces.>
Huh?! How did we even get here?! And how is this place so….demonic?!
fumbles through her bag, pulling out a small vial Shit, I must've grabbed the wrong thing from Mr. Blackwood's stash. Hold on tight, girl.
Uh, what are you gonna do with that?
starts chanting and swirling the vial in her hand Alright, listen up, Sophia. This vial contains a binding spell.