A Step into Uncertainty [Event]
Oct 6, 2018 15:43:32 GMT -7
Post by Master Game on Oct 6, 2018 15:43:32 GMT -7
Silence.
The small town of Tarkew radiated nothing but dreadful, unnerving and nauseating silence. The sounds of chatter, footsteps, birdcalls, all of that which should've been common to hear in a small settlement situated near the outskirts of the Land of Bears was non-existent. The eeriness of it could be interpreted as a foreboding warning to any stranger who had reason to visit this town.
But on this day, there were a group of travellers who could not afford to be affected by the clear dread and thick tension in the mid-afternoon air. Those hired to rid this town of calamity, taking on a task that was already warned could lead to imminent demise. Yet, it was task that had to be done nonetheless. And a certain group of individuals, each bearing the will to see out such a task to the end, had taken up the contract to do so. Now, all they had to do was arrive on this day to speak to those who had put up the contract in first place, before embarking on their mission with little expectations of what was to come.
Bremervoord.
The wide expanse of timberland that hugged the west side of the village's rear borders, all the way around to the east. To stare at the enormous woodland would be like staring into the face of an abyss. What made it so displeasing and uncomfortable had to be it's stillness. The wide copses of trees and shrubbery did not seem to move an inch, not a sound, not a rustle, not a flicker of movement from fauna that was supposed to be inhabiting the forest. There was something seriously unnatural about that forest. In all honesty it should be burnt to the ground, but the townsfolk didn't just want the evil gone, they wanted their main source of timber, herbs and animal yields back. No doubt, this small town wouldn't be able to survive much longer economically without them.
As the mercenaries entered the village(from a cobbled road by it's south), none would come out to greet them but a single signpost. The township was still, ghostly and uninviting. The rows of identical thatch-roof houses being the only evidence that people lived there. The visitors would surely have to make some effort, perhaps knock on a few doors, to receive any kind of reception. At least directions to who they were meant to be seeing. From the looks of it, whatever foul profanities that had been running rampart, left psychological scars on the people of this town. All the more reason to end their problems once and for all.
Xango
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Inoryu
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