Minor Local Folklore
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Four Piece Of Minor Local Folklore
- A teetering stone column, built in sections that threaten to fall to the ground at a moment’s notice. It stands in the middle of a barren heath. Purple flowers grow at its base, found nowhere else, and local legends say that if you dance widdershins around it under the light of a waning moon the spirit trapped inside the stone will try to enter your mind and possess your body.
- An ancient archway over a modern street, the last vestige of the city that stood here before the new city was built. Its surface is carved with a thousand ears. It hears all the secrets of the city, and it’s said that an offering of blood will gift you with centuries of hidden knowledge.
- A giant stone on the edge of a cliff. Either the elements or an ancient hand have shaped it into a massive armchair. If you sit on it as the last rays of the day die, the devil Itself will appear to you with Its book and a bargain in mind.
- A well, old stone and slick mould, the top boarded over with layers of wood. A cruel fairy lives at the bottom of it, eternal and vengeful, cursed to be trapped there forever until they reach out and take a handful of daylight. The boards can’t ever be allowed to decay.
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I write random tables as a warm-up every day. You can suggest a prompt here.