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Oblivion

The only port of call along the walled Long Road that runs between DragonBone, the capitol city-castle of The Kingdom of Parsonya, and BashRock, the principle port city of the kingdom.

Billed as a gift shop, inn, and trinket shop, Oblivion consists of a small bar, three rooms suitable for lodging, a common lounge, and a vast, enchanted warehouse space filled with stacks and stacks of useless or unknowably obscure items and trinkets.

The warehouse space, by far the main attraction of the facility, is enchanted in a way so as to be unmappable, and it equally defies all organized searching or sorting methods. Specifically designed to promote extended browsing excursions, the stacks of items have become the permanent home of a band of scavengers too befuddled, or just too lazy, to find their way out. They subsist mainly on fungi cultivated in the darker corners of the warehouse, and the copious amounts of food carelessly discarded by those browsing the warehouse.

Another curious side effect of the trinket room of Oblivion is that items, when dropped, tend to not fall to the ground exactly where you are standing. Sometimes a few minutes or hours of searching will turn the item up close to where you dropped it, other times stories have been told of the item not turning up again for generations.

Such was the fate of The Rubion Sword, lost by Zonard in Oblivion. It also happens quite often to the whip you were going to use to drive your donkeys on your carriage. You could have sworn you put it down over there. Did you leave it in your pocket? No, you already checked. Dangit, you have to leave soon. You're going to have to borrow your wife's extra whip if you can't find yours. Also, did you get any milk? Man. I think you bought a quart last week. You don't want to not have milk. But then again, you don't want to have too much.