> Across the cosmos, there are countless realms of every type and kind imaginable, some with advanced technology, some with sophisticated sorcery, a few with both, and a few with neither. Most realms mistakenly believe they are alone in the cosmos, but many individuals are aware of the multiverse and travel between them through super-science, advanced magic, and rarely, natural ability. Some realms are aware of others, a few have widespread interplanar travel, and a handful facilitate trade between dimensions. You have traveled to the greatest of these realms, The Interplanar Bazaar.
> Relatively small in size and sparse in resources, it is nonetheless home to the greatest marketplace in existence, as it is centrally located, its laws of physics are lenient toward both magic and technology, and it is the defacto hub for portals, both natural and artifical, across the cosmos. Here, countless buyers and sellers of every race imaginable haggle over esoteric wares and exotic luxuries. Anything imaginable is being sold, by someone, somewhere, and it is said that if an item cannot be found in The Bazaar, it cannot be found at all.
> You are a wealthy traveler, and for whatever reason you've come to The Bazaar to spend your fortune. Over the course of months, you've bought and sold myriad items, and you're almost ready to leave for your home, wealthier than when you came, when you hear someone hawking their goods and stop in curiosity. Turning to the noise, you find that an entire subsection of The Bazaar has been walled-off for the stall, and a dozen combat machines and burly mercenaries usher in curious customers. Paying the negligible entry fee, you enter to find a small crowd of travelers milling in a well-illuminated courtyard, chatting and staring at a stage at the far end.
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> Relatively small in size and sparse in resources, it is nonetheless home to the greatest marketplace in existence, as it is centrally located, its laws of physics are lenient toward both magic and technology, and it is the defacto hub for portals, both natural and artifical, across the cosmos. Here, countless buyers and sellers of every race imaginable haggle over esoteric wares and exotic luxuries. Anything imaginable is being sold, by someone, somewhere, and it is said that if an item cannot be found in The Bazaar, it cannot be found at all.
> You are a wealthy traveler, and for whatever reason you've come to The Bazaar to spend your fortune. Over the course of months, you've bought and sold myriad items, and you're almost ready to leave for your home, wealthier than when you came, when you hear someone hawking their goods and stop in curiosity. Turning to the noise, you find that an entire subsection of The Bazaar has been walled-off for the stall, and a dozen combat machines and burly mercenaries usher in curious customers. Paying the negligible entry fee, you enter to find a small crowd of travelers milling in a well-illuminated courtyard, chatting and staring at a stage at the far end.
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