Premise
Hi! And Welcome to Goatwood! My name is William Drake, and I'm the town's mayor! It's a pleasant day when new people arrive, specially when so much people have suffered in the Great War, and the Depression.
Oh...you've heard something about the story of this town? Be careful, our benevolent Earl Melvin Philip Tolbert-Feller does not like the malicious slander of people! He's such a fine man, and he's got quite an impressive library! A man of wealth and taste like no other!
Well, um, yes. We lost half of the town during the Black Saturday a while ago... I tell you, those forest fires can char you to the bone! Witches coven? Nonsense! That was just slander! We had some old midwives that maaaybe they went too high on drugs on ages past, and maaaybe they had a run in with the Inquisition!
Oh, the massacre of the Druid forest? Yes, it happened in the woods over there, back in the Roman Era! The graves still remain to this day. Take a picture of them!
Well, I can't say this is the best place of the world, mind. But we're giving our estate for free to gather all those wandering lost souls, so you can't exactly complain can you? I look forward to see you contributing to the community.
Just a heads up, don't trust anything that drunk priest says. He's a good man, but sometimes he's... a little unnerving!
It was never a good decade to begin with. The year is 1931. The exhausted Old World is barely keeping together, as the scars of the Great War are taking its toll on society. Here and there, more and more people are getting desperate. The New World is also reeling back, as the world market has plummetted into reccession as well. You have nowhere to go, and you've done things you regret. And just like that, a letter appeared in your mailbox. With beatiful penmanship, the Earl of Goatwood has offered you a place to live and to start anew, to be forgotten and in peace. Apparently, Goatwood needs more inhabitants in order to function properly. You have no idea how such an individual reached you, but you had little to lose, so you signed up.
After a travel which seemed an eternity, you reached the backward town of Goatwood, in England. And you were promptly greeted by the Mayor. Despite his thuggish, animalistic face, unibrow, mutton chops and hairy hands, he's an spirited man. He assures things will go well from now on.
And yet, you can feel there's something else. Clawing at the back of your mind. Goatwood... is not what it seems to be.
- About guns and combat ability: It's a postwar setting so guns aren't going to be that scarce... but Goatwood would have little in the way of reloading. So...if you are bringing a gun think well when to shoot, chances are you might not be able to reload anytime soon. And of course, some of the things that lurk in Goatwood will laugh at your Kung-Fu. Needless to say, while I won't disapprove combat focused characters, they have a tendence to go in blazes of glory and not survive...and I would prefer more down-to-earth people that struggle to survive in unlikely circumstances.
- About the esoteric, Witchcraft and Magic: Magic is frowned upon even in Goatwood, and it's dark, nasty and full of dangers. We're not talking about kids with wands flying on brooms nor the lvl 5 Fireball spell... we're talking of nasty curses, eyes melting and chandelliers murdering people kind of magic. A notable exception is exorcists.
- About Local people: Goatwood residents know a couple of terrible secrets, and revealing these secrets to people who are just newcomers will have you killed on the spot.
- About Lovecraft: Also, there will be no references to Elder Ones (other than in context ones related to Lovecraft fictional works) whatsoever.
- About WWII:There isn't going to be WWII themes (because it's rather early, mind) either.