Bristol Magic

Brief intro to the world

            Bristol ran on magic. Not just in both the old and new magic guilds, the former was where Older Magicians looked over crusted old books of forgotten lore about long dead magicians in order to write up long essays in hope to regain some of there lost magic, in the latter, young magicians with a flashy sense in fashion conducted experiments to push the boundaries of magic into strange territory that was not even explored by the great magicians of the golden age, but magic was in the streets. In shops that sold enchanted items and quick sorcery solutions. Books that's pages crackled with the supernatural possibility. In the deep labyrinth of old tunnels the weaved their way bellow the city and, rumour had it, strange, overgrown creatures stroked in the darkness. It was in the hands of the police and there magical inquisitors, who dressed in striking purple uniforms and envisaged peculiar phenomena, and in the criminals who gathered in hushed rooms to trade in the unnatural. It was in the people, the five races that called Bristol, and the wider British isle, home. The humans, the fungus people, the scaly living gargoyles, the large pig people known as the bora and the stubby humanoid armadillos.