Turn 0 Arrival
It is a balmy day in Summer. The wheat grows tall, tickled by a light breeze, bathing in a sun filled with promises of long lazy days. You approach Ragged Hollow with the easy gait of the prodigal son, knowing that both recent adventure is behind you and a hot stew awaits you. Looking down from the wailing hills, the farms of the town stretch out before you. In the distance, you can see the river Rime running eastwards, and beyond that the Gloam Wood.Ragged Hollow is a small town like any other in the region. Quaint cottages sport well kept low slate rooves. The hardworking folk here wear homespun tunics of light green and greyish sky blue, often sporting hand carved wooden buttons that speak to their owner's personality. The streets are filled with the sound of pleasant conversation and the click clack of well-worn carved beechwood clogs, a local speciality. And above it all, the white-walled Temple of the lawful angel Halcyon, stands vigilant guard over the town from the only hill. Somehow, looking up to see that beautiful Temple has always soothed your soul and brought respite.
As you wander into the valley of the town, something begins to bother you. The streets are empty. No one is around. You follow the main road, walking past Alchemical Solutions, the town square with the Lost Ox Inn, even past the General Store. Thats when you hear it: a rumble like thunder and the sound of shouting. You take off running to the West side of town, the commotion growing louder.
That's when you see it: The villagers, gathered around the Temple. In their hands they hold axes, their voices running hoarse. There is shouting. There is inconsolable wailing.
And a murky golden dome has encased the Temple of Halcyon completely.
