[ WP ] Describe a magical place . No story , just the scene .

Magick's End marks the beginning of the end of magick. Seventy some odd hundred years ago, two of the most powerful mages took their hosts and clashed over the most inhospitable mountain range in the frozen south. Legend tells us that the two clashed so fiercely that a false sun hung in the sky through the night. That all the Divines' descended from Cestel and stood watch around, powerless to intervene. Forced to stand aside as two men rent the universe to align with their conflicting wills. That Mysteria stood too close when Magick gave up reconciling with this world which is why she has n't been seen in the night sky since. Existence, with a dejected sigh that echoed round the world, simply stopped bothering with that place. 
 
 Men like legends which put them above the Divines. The truth is, as near as anyone ever bothered to record, is that no one made it out of there to record what actually happened. History goes back and forth about which one of the two actually won; both accounts had the same effect on the world making the whole thing completely pointless. 
 
 In fact, the only reason people even bother to discuss that battle is Magick's End. You have this perfectly fine and untouched mountain range, that even snowmen wear sweaters when visiting, abruptly interrupted by a cube where the land is just missing. Like a loose brick that fell out of a wall and crumbled on the land below. Its not like someone just set off a part of the mountain range by conjuring up the most ornery of volcanoes; we have many mages who have done that in history and they're not that remarkable. Something just came along and cut a space out of the fabric of the land and sewed in a discolored patch. 
 
 Light bends around it as often as it will shine on it, revealing a smooth stone gray surface sunk into the ground. Sometimes that surface shatters with horrendous quakes; other times it rolls and crashes like the ocean. I once saw the surface drip stony gray rain onto the ceiling above, which coalesced into jagged gray boulders that rained down, splashing more gray drops onto the the ceiling. Sometimes it is day in Magick's End while the rest of the world rests in the night. Magical scholars, philosophers and clerics alike have pondered and guessed at the meaning of this place for those seventy some odd hundred years and they could conclude nothing. No, not that they could n't come up with anything; that the meaning of the place was literally nothing. If anything I've said of this place caught your attention, let it be this: The universe abandoned this place long ago, all the better if we do too.
