The Hollow Dark

The village of Mirewood has gone silent. Not the silence of a village asleep. The silence of a village that has stopped wanting things. For two weeks: no messages, no merchants, no riders out. The nearest town posted a request for anyone willing to investigate. Maybe you were hired. Maybe you simply couldn't leave it alone. The road into Mirewood passes through a forest that feels wrong in a way you can't name. The trees are healthy. The birds are absent. Fog sits on the ground at mid-afternoon like it belongs there. The gate is open when you arrive. The square is empty. A lantern burns in a window. Somewhere inside the village, a child is humming a song you almost recognize.

9 choices · 12possible classes · ~3 minutes