[h3][center][color=#BD3EC2]N[/color][color=#B344C2]o[/color][color=#AA4BC2]x[/color] [color=#9759C3]A[/color][color=#8E60C4]l[/color][color=#8467C4]i[/color][color=#7B6EC5]g[/color][color=#7275C5]n[/color][color=#687CC6]m[/color][color=#5F83C6]e[/color][color=#5589C7]n[/color][color=#5F83C6]t[/color] [color=#7275C5]C[/color][color=#7B6EC5]e[/color][color=#8467C4]r[/color][color=#8E60C4]e[/color][color=#9759C3]m[/color][color=#A052C3]o[/color][color=#AA4BC2]n[/color][color=#B344C2]y[/color][/center][/h3]
[sub][@Rtron],[@Lucius Cypher], [@May], & [@Luna][/sub]

[center][h2][u]Unseen Trouble[/u][/h2][/center]

A man, willowy and tall, stood at the very heart of Craigville. If not for fact he was alive, most would believe he had been a resident and victim of the curse. His skin pale and deathly, the surface stretched thinner than humanly possible until the bones outlines were easily seen. It gave him a skeletal appearance. Dark, tattered robes draped along his boney figure, giving it some weight to what otherwise didn’t exist. In one clawed hand, the strange shaped lantern swung back and forth with a soft rusty squeak. Not a breathe of life marred his bizarre stillness. A silver blade rested at his hip, ready to slice into the nearest intruder should the residents become restless. 

In moments a strange, eerie light penetrated the darkness, illuminating it in a greenish tint. The Nox stirred.  


[center][h2] [u]Something’s Coming…[/u][/h2][/center]

An eerie breeze floated through the town. It rattled the wobbly doors and crumbling shutters, their rotting foundations straining against the movement. Soft moans were muffled by the aged stone of the buildings, the residents stirring while they shuffled within their past. The clouds overhead collided into rolling waves as if a storm started to brew. Thunder rumbled through causing bats to screech in protest then scattered to the air, their leather wings beating the darken skies in retreat. They became a disjointed mist that swarmed the surroundings before they vanished quickly.  

The area still seemed rather dead at first until a single being began to shuffle down the lonely main road. It was a woman. Her skin paler than death and face hollowed out, she shambled along the dirt road. Most her hair stuck together in blood clotted clumps while she struggled with her wobbly balance. Her thin, white dress trailed behind her with blood stains covering moth eaten holes. Her eyes were milked over and the pupils impossible to see through the cataract fog. Gradually, another figure appeared. This one a man, his tunic shredded from shoulder to waist across the chest, with a single hatchet gripped tightly in his hand. 

In a few short moments, several deathly sick and strange town folk appeared. Their lives swallowed up by the curse upon this land and nothing but their hollowed out husks remained. If allowed to proceed, they would attack anything that got within range. They were slow and sluggish in their attacks, through dispatching them might’ve been another matter altogether....