A sign hung neatly on the door- class cancelled due to escaped djinn last week. See you next week for something slightly more safe!

Upon stepping into the SERF, one enters an area bordering on desert, brush skimming back from the creeping wave of sand that will slowly overcome it. A village of some sort stands around you, buildings carved with ornate screens of a distinctly Islamic flavor. There is sand and underbrush around the edges of the village, but not in the center, nor ( Read more... )

( The Voodoo Trickster Eshu )