Withering Heights
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In the quiet town of Eveningstar, an unsettling chill grips the air as whispers of cool colours plague the dreams of its inhabitants. Graves nestled in the shadow of the towering mountains, are said to lie frozen solid even amidst the sweltering days of summer. A sense of dread weighs heavy on the hearts of the townfolks, their unease growing with each passing night.
They seek answers in their prayers adn each other, but find only more questions as they shiver in the swirling icy winds that sweep down from the nearby peaks. Tales of strange happenings in the mountains reach Arabellan ears, whispered by the dwarves of Irondrake who dwell within their deep and isolated camp. Dark omens linger in the air, filling the souls of Eveningstar with a sense of dread.
Soon after the chilly night, the town is visited by warm winds blowing in from the East and capital, bringing with them the familiar mist from the Starwater River. Despite the summer-like warmth, the unnatural cold of the mountains pushes against the wind, causing worry among the farmers about their crops and leading some to speculate about impending disaster. Was the rebirth of Eveningstar too optimistic? Are the inhabitants facing the end of their defiance against its once ruined state? Trust is fleeting, fear and dread clouding everyone's thoughts.
There is something foreboding happening in the mountains...
OOC: Dmless encounter, dangerous.
