Time Triggered Story

A village once stood here. You've already walked past what must have been smaller houses on the outskirts, although their remains are nothing but darkened stone walls now. No timbers, roofs or doors remain. Only a skeleton of this place still stands.

As you approach the heart of the town, you imagine the many lives that would have bustled about here once. Walking through the dead village is like looking at a dead man. That same feeling pervades. The silence and stillness are eerily wrong.

There is faint crying.

You draw your weapons and take cover behind a nearby wall.

Peering around it, you see a mass of people huddled in the village square, many look outward into the woods. More survivors of Bastone. They wield shovels and brooms in poor defense. They seem to be anticipating an attack from something or someone.

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