Al'Jzyzz Emporium
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Al'Jzyzz Emporium

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Magic Shop

Once the beating heart of trade in the remote desert outpost of Torbah, Al'Jzyzz Emporium stood as a garish beacon of eccentricity and arcane entrepreneurship. Tucked between crumbling adobe ruins and windswept alleys, this crooked, many-colored shop was filled wall to wall with curiosities: snake-skin-bound scrolls, glittering hourglasses filled with desert starlight, shrunken chimeric heads, and trinkets from civilizations long thought buried beneath the dune sea.

The Emporium was the life’s work of Al'Jzyzz himself—an oily, sharp-tongued desert merchant with a suspicious glint in his eye and a reputation as colorful as his wares. Wrapped in countless scarves of mismatched silk and trailing the scent of anise and ozone, Al'Jzyzz boasted of traveling far beyond Osira's known reaches, even once claiming to have bartered with roaming Djinn. His shop bore the mark of such boastful tales, carrying bizarre, often questionably sourced magical artifacts that defied explanation—and occasionally exploded.

Though known for his theatrics, Al’Jzyzz was loathed by many of Torbah’s few remaining locals, especially the ragged yet proud Freelove gypsy clan who made camp just beyond the town's shattered gate. Long-running feuds over land rights, petty theft, and accusations of enchanted livestock made Al’Jzyzz a regular fixture in the town's now-defunct magistrate scrolls. Yet despite the quarrels and curses hurled over the years, none could deny his emporium’s magnetic pull.

That changed during the Conjunction of the Realms.

When the Faewylds bled into the material world and reshaped the western fringe of the Sultanate, Torbah was among the first to be devoured. A crashing wave of chaotic flora, twisted time, and shimmering starlight swallowed the town whole. Al’Jzyzz Emporium, with all its enchanted contents, was torn asunder—its roof bloomed into a monstrous desert lotus and its foundations melted into glass.

As Al'Jzyzz was in Shariz at the time, he survived—but now runs a seedy bar in the slums, living day to day. In any case, the emporium is no more.