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Swiftly a cool breeze came in from the river, washing over the quaint fishing village, sending a gentle sway to the lanterns hanging from their posts along the pathways. Curious those lanterns meant to instill a sense of safety from the ever intruding darkness of the night, the darkness that could hold horrors from the pits of hell itself, horrors that no mortal could imagine. Yet they would do little against the other worldly beings that so often found the earth a natural place to hunt, and humans a natural prey.

A queer song filled the ears of those that were just arriving to the village, soft and slow it sang of a man dressed in yellow meeting with a shepard and giving him a gift that would allow him to keep his flock safe. As the breeze from the river subsided a gust would find its way from the woods behind the village, carrying with it the fleeting scent of death, of soil, like flesh long buried beneath the damp earth. Few townsfolk moved about the village, only one or two that were checking bait lines in hopes that they might take home a finer dinner than simple stew, or broth, though this hope was lost as was revealed the lines bare of any sustenance aside from bait still impaled upon hook.

Each of you had come to Ipfer for a different reason, the order members hunting down the good Doctor that had gone missing, others for different trades or hunting down historic leads, or even for a sense of adventure. 

Suffice to say the village was quite the spot for the unknown, the only way to get to it was by ferry, and quite often people were stuck there for days. Four men sat around a table in the tavern talking lowly and sipping from mugs, all the while the man in the corner continue to sing, he was dressed in yellow from head to toe, and strummed an instrument soft and slow as he sang. [i]’And so! The yellow sign was seen! It was known to all those that were in need!’[/i] To anyone who might have been going through the village that smell of death and damp dirt would float upon the air once more.

A man with a lantern stepped out of the house closest to the dock, and began to look out over the river, holding his lantern high as he seemed to be looking for something, a flintlock pistol in his hand, the man obviously not being able to afford anything more advanced than that. He began to mutter and curse to him as he walked towards the water, and put the pistol in his belt and began throwing rocks into the river.”GO AWAY!” He screamed in anger, saliva dribbling down his chin as he screamed at the top of his lungs.