The magic circle glows for a moment, before engulfing the group in a sphere of light. One by one they feel a sensation of weightlessnes as they find themselves floating in a dark void. Before they have much chance to register the sensation, they seemingly "pop" back into existence at their destination.<br/><br/>As the walls of the sphere dissolve, they find themselves standing on the outskirts of a quaint little town with medieval architecture. The setting sun tiredly shines it's last light of the day on the rooftops of the buildings, casting long, creepy shadows. Just over the horizon, barely visible, the black blood covered moon is slowly rising to take its rightful place in the sky.<br/><br/>Looming over the town on a hill stands an impressive castle with solid walls, though the southern wall, facing the party, shows signs of aging.  Parts of the settlements are beginning to crumble, and a hole at the base seems to have been hastily boarded up.<br/><br/>The town itself doesn't seem to be very lively. Most of the buildings stand silent and any people who are out and about hurriedly go from place to place. The entire place feels tense and dreary.<br/><br/>"Hey, Eclair. I'm sensing magic here," Kirsch states, her voice more mechanical when coming from her weapon form. "Different than the magic used to get us here. It's diffused...as if it's permeating the air. I can't sense the source though. Be on your guard."<br/>>>>>>>>>>>><br/>( cmpuncle, Undercover, roll a d20, post it in the ooc thread)