It is after midnight while a mysterious figure walks through the Commons. Shrouded in darkness, the figure stops on the path leading to the main cabins, turning in a slow circle to take in the surroundings. It takes in a deep breath, catching various scents in the night breeze.
“Ahhh,” a raspy male voice calls out loud, “I smell the scent of fear. And warm mortal flesh. This is good.”
Returning to stand on a bench in the Commons, the figure pulls its dark clothing around it and laughs, harsh and loud.
“Hear me, fools of this town. A nightmare stalks you, with a portent of your doom. Know that you could have been killed in your sleep this very night. Yet this one chance remains. A double fortnight and three is what days you have remaining, before terror strikes at you. Your one, and only, warning: be clear of Parson’s Breach before that time comes, or the hunt will begin, of which you will be the prey!”
Colonel Alexander Stormcrest rushes from his cabin, brandishing both blades. He spies the faintest of movement in the Commons, and runs towards the town center. Making it to the bench, where he saw a figure standing only a moment before, there is...nothing, only darkness.
A cool breeze suddenly whips around the grounds, stirring leaves and debris. Within the wind, a cold laughter catches in the Colonel’s ears, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
Alexander scans the night one more time before returning his blades to their sheaths. He shakes his head and returns to his cabin. He pauses at the threshold to his room and turns to look at the darkness of night outside. “Now what?” Sighing, he closes the door.
“Ahhh,” a raspy male voice calls out loud, “I smell the scent of fear. And warm mortal flesh. This is good.”
Returning to stand on a bench in the Commons, the figure pulls its dark clothing around it and laughs, harsh and loud.
“Hear me, fools of this town. A nightmare stalks you, with a portent of your doom. Know that you could have been killed in your sleep this very night. Yet this one chance remains. A double fortnight and three is what days you have remaining, before terror strikes at you. Your one, and only, warning: be clear of Parson’s Breach before that time comes, or the hunt will begin, of which you will be the prey!”
Colonel Alexander Stormcrest rushes from his cabin, brandishing both blades. He spies the faintest of movement in the Commons, and runs towards the town center. Making it to the bench, where he saw a figure standing only a moment before, there is...nothing, only darkness.
A cool breeze suddenly whips around the grounds, stirring leaves and debris. Within the wind, a cold laughter catches in the Colonel’s ears, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
Alexander scans the night one more time before returning his blades to their sheaths. He shakes his head and returns to his cabin. He pauses at the threshold to his room and turns to look at the darkness of night outside. “Now what?” Sighing, he closes the door.