Another tiny scene...
Explorers find the neighborhood ruined by cataclysm. Disconcerting energies cause their normally stalwart wardog to whimper. A metallic smell of dust and bones permeates everything.
For when wizards duel, the collateral damage lingers, even after these long years passed..
The district is characterized by blast craters, shattered, tottering walls, the remains of buildings barely standing... The streets and shattered buildings echo with traces of majical fallout, and the place reeks of necromantic energies
Shuffling golems and zombies animate, the remnants and remains of the town's inhabitants, they still operate in a grotesque pantomime of their former lives, play-acting as shopkeepers, a smith at a cold forge, a skeletal maid sweeping before an empty, blasted inn.
No one in their right mind goes there anymore...