Post by Rallyfai on May 5, 2019 1:54:37 GMT
════════════════ ↕☆↕ ═══════════════ Wraithmarsh ════════════════ ↕☆↕ ═══════════════ ▌Current Ruler N/A▌Rulers Spouse N/A ▌Rulers Assistants N/A▌Weather Effects Always overcast, curse prevents the sun from lighting up the land, wind sounds like voices, ground becomes marsh like near the center of the 'town'▌Type of Sun ... None can be seen from within the town's boundaries.▌Possible Dangers All the native species, plus any bandits or possessed people.▌Native Species Ghosts, Ghouls, Banshee, Phantoms, Poltergeists, Wraiths, Hellions▌Food Sources N/A ▌Small Description Let me tell you the story of Wraithmarsh... It didn't used to be called Wraithmarsh actually, the people of the land called it something else, 'Radiantvale', oh the irony. Maybe I should rename this to, the story of the downfall of Radiantvale, but that doesn't really have the same ring to it. I'll just stick with a nice solid middle ground of, how Wraithmarsh, got it's name. Yeah that seems good. Two thousand years ago it had once been a place full of people, it had once been a very happy town, well, it was more like a village but the people within called it a town. They didn't listen to anyone else disagreeing with them. 'Radiantvale' was named the way it was due to the big radiant crystal in the middle of the village. It gave the place a protective barrier keeping out any of the beasts and dark forces in the wilderness. The village itself spanned almost the entire small plains of Castian. The small plains is just the word I personally use for the space between this... Forsaken place, and the Az Kariss Forest, which perhaps fortunately, separates this now damned place from the rest of the world. Many houses all of a somewhat early middle ages village type architecture were built upon this land, they were home to quite a lot of normal villagers, none of them all too important, none of them all too 'amazing'. Life here was good, yes it was simple with a few meagre farms but people were able to provide for their families and life was actually just fine. Until one young woman, by this towns era, a thirteen year old girl decided that she didn't like the place anymore. It was too 'boring', it wasn't fancy enough for her, she wanted to have a prince ride in to town, she wanted a white horse, she wanted, and wanted, and wanted some more. She wanted things that her family had no way of providing, and eventually, she thought she'd be able to get greater things for herself. Oft as young teenagers do. She prayed for someone to take her away from this dreadful place, to no avail. One evening, she had sent her older siblings back home, promising them she'd follow. She didn't. At least not for a long while and the reasoning for this was very simple. While she was on her way back home with herbs she'd picked for her families herb shop from the edges of the forest, she stopped at a cross roads because a young gentleman of around seventeen stood there. He looked lost, but he was extremely handsome, he looked just like the man of her dreams. Tall, with brown hair, green eyes, a tan and she imagined the 'sheen' of his skin showed how soft and smooth it probably was. He looked far more handsome than any of the people in Radiantvale. He asked for directions, and she showed him the way to the village, but he stopped at the edge of the place, he couldn't enter. He seemed confused as to why. He asked her if she knew of any 'magical items' within the village that might stop someone such as himself from entering. She didn't think so, but told him all about the crystal in the center of Radiantvale. He started to explain that all he wished to do was to trade within the village, he had valuables that he was trading for cheap because he simply needed the coin to continue his journey. Upon seeing the items he carried with him, the girl's eyes widened, she asked him more questions about himself and he happily answered her. He told her that he was a noble from the near city of Dawncrest, but his caravan and his guards had been slain, he was the only one to escape the bandits on the road and the beasts that roamed. She asked if she could go with him to Dawncrest. He of course agreed, but he'd still need entry to the village in order to sell what he had so they had the money to get there. He told her of his family, of his mansion and of the many animals kept on the grounds his family owned. She loved it and she was overjoyed that the young man would take her with him. So, she told him she'd destroy the crystal, she promised him she'd destroy the crystal just to see if it was what was holding him back. So since it was late by this point, the girl entered her home, she left the herbs upon a shelf for her father to sell come morning, she took her fathers sledgehammer and she drug it out in to the town center where the crystal laid... She smashed the crystal to pieces, the light from within faded, the barrier around the village diminished with the crystals destruction and the young man was indeed able to enter Radiantvale. The girl ran back to him immediately, she offered to show him to the inn that Radiantvale had and he simply replied... "There's no need for that dear girl." His voice was calm, and he seemed happy. What the girl hadn't realised, at least not up until now, was that this man was the literal embodiment of everything she'd wanted. Someone, or something, to take her out of the place she hated so much. Her prayers had been answered, but not by some benevolent force, no, fate as it so happens, is not that kind to people who forsake and abandon a place where they have it easy. She was taken, to the center of Radiantvale, where the crystal once was held upon a pedestal. She was secured, and she was forced to watch as everything she 'hated' was torn apart. The people didn't run, they waited, holding on to the hope that the crystal would protect them or that someone would come and save them. Their homes were ransacked by hellions, phantoms and ghouls. People had their life force sucked out of them by wraiths, and others were possessed by poltergeists whom would puppeteer the villagers in to killing one another. These people, had no defense against these creatures, for they were simple folk, simple, kind people, a community who had looked after one another, but without any wizards or witches to protect them they were doomed. The last people to be killed in this savage assault upon Radiantvale, were the girls own family members, brought forth to her as she was held in place. "Why are you crying my dear? You said you 'hate this awful place, and all the people in it' didn't you?" The young man was no longer a young man as he held the girls younger brother off the ground and simply snapped his neck, perhaps that was a kind death considering everyone elses thus far. While she had to watch as her father was gutted alive and her mother had limbs torn off. The girl was the only human remaining in Radiantvale. After all of this the creatures simply left the place to decay, she reached after the one whom promised her everything and with a single look, he cursed her. She was to be here forever, unable to die, the place that was her home around her destroyed, where she would watch the ruins around her, always reminded of how ungrateful she was, and how she destroyed this place with her need to run from those who loved her and gave her everything they could. The place was cursed to forever be overcast, to never see the light of the sun within it's boundaries ever again. That's the story of how one teenage girl destroyed a village, but it's just a story, or at least that's what the people of other places tell themselves. It's an old wives tale to keep their teenagers in check. Yet, if you happen to go to Wraithmarsh, and you're able to get to the center of the place, you'll find that pedestal, and a perfect, stone statue, that cannot be destroyed. A statue of a teenage girl, looking like she's about to run after something, one hand outstretched and desperately reaching, making a grab for something no longer there, one hand to her chest. Mouth agape in a cry of anguish, eyes wide and terrified... On cold nights, when the wind howls hardest, it almost sounds like crying is coming from Wraithmarsh and on other nights perhaps the sound of a single, female voice, singing 'aahs' in a sombre tone. On days where it's raining if one looks closely at the statue, if they make it that far of course, it may look like the statue is crying. So you tell me, do you think it's really just a story? Oh and do be careful when you're in Wraithmarsh, there's all sorts of nasty things roaming about in there that will try to kill you. Mainly Wraiths, and the center of the town gets super marshy when it's wet out, so that's why it's got the name Wraithmarsh. I probably should've started with that... Shouldn't I? Please be aware that death is enabled for combat threads. |