Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180728000449/@comment-36304259-20180731003338

The village seemed perfectly normal. Bustling with... uhm, living life. A diverse range of humans, demi-humans and monsters alike. There seems to be no sign of any curse whatsoever, as if it was just the meaningless mumbles of a faceless person.

The entire village is surprisingly prosperous for something labelled as a "village". It's almost comparable to a semi-town, expanding outwards like a blooming flower, covering a huge area of land with strangely new castle walls erected around it. The central plaza does support a dilapidated, old well, but it's so small you might as well not notice it's existence in comparison to the advertisement of various trinkets and items on sale. You might note that no one seems to stay around the well for too long, quickly dipping in and heading back out as if they're trying to avoid a plague.

The village is a natural crossroad of two kingdoms, meaning a lot of trade and tired merchants happen to find themselves in this little settlement, which directly translates to a whole lot of exotic merchandise and inns dotted around the place.

Of course, a village is still a village. There's no nobles or royals, just a village chief who resides in a significantly larger house and hardly ever leaves. It's mesmerisingly peaceful.

But as the crew draw closer to the village, the scroll handed by the faceless man started to vibrate and glow a striking red that seems impossible to contain using any material. It seems to pulse with a warning, and glows brighter the closer they get to the Northern Village like a blood-soaked beacon. Wierd.