Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180728000449/@comment-36304259-20180829102452

The gates instantly close the moment the trio had the thought of leaving. Strange magical runes started to sprout in the air in a dome shape around the town like a barrier. All the current inhabitants, be it humans or monsters, instantly stopped whatever they're doing and simply stared at the travellers as if they noticed that their prey was trying to escape. The entire city fell silent.

From afar, yellow smoke started to gather, rising from the well into a fog-like mist that surrounded the central area, then started to abruptly shoot itself outwards, slowly spreading the mist in a spiralling motion. But that's not all, traces of something trying to break through the ground appeared around and inside the town as light started to dim. The giant welcome sign that read; "Welcome to the Northern Village" had it's 'Northern' wiped out and slowly replaced. All the inhabitant's skins slowly turned white, like a stem of sorts as they anchored themselves into the ground.

Back at the hunter's cabin where the faceless man dwelled in, a sigh escaped. Seems like the curse was set foot earlier than expected. They had forgotten to mention the travellers one important detail when they sent them off. "The Northern Village was previously named..." The faceless man looked out of the window, where a blood red streak shot into the air. It was the scoll passed by them a couple hours ago.

"...The Mushroom Village."