Corpseflower
First Post
Summer is fully past and Darkmoon Vale is starting to show signs of the change in its first orange and golden leaves, but what would be cause for harvest celebration in another settlement is cause for concern in Falcon's Hollow. With twilight coming earlier every night the gate guard eventually doubles at the town walls and the more remote cutyards in the Vale. Daily the town turns in on itself a little more in morbid anticipation. It seems to be common consensus among the poor that a grim fate is certain for a logging settlement so bold as to carve a path through the sacred woods of the Eldeen Reaches; the only matter of debate is whether it will be the fey, the druids, or some unspeakable horror that will wipe it off the map. The lumber barons don't seem to share this view, but then living on The Perch they don't live with the dark shadow of the tree-line towering over them... stretching out as far as the eye can see.
A cool breeze foreshadowing the long winter blows in from the river and those few still out on the streets pull their collars close and quicken their steps. Sitting cross legged at a low stone table upstairs from his storefront Dimlez the alchemist finishes a simple meal and wonders with irritation where his apprentice could be. Though the shop had been closed today, Savram should have been home long ago. The boy would have cold rice tonight or nothing at all if he didn't find his way home soon.
A cool breeze foreshadowing the long winter blows in from the river and those few still out on the streets pull their collars close and quicken their steps. Sitting cross legged at a low stone table upstairs from his storefront Dimlez the alchemist finishes a simple meal and wonders with irritation where his apprentice could be. Though the shop had been closed today, Savram should have been home long ago. The boy would have cold rice tonight or nothing at all if he didn't find his way home soon.