A tree demonically shifts in a forest. Nobody hears it.
Not even the birds.
Nature holds its breath.
Shadows crawl, as if they were guiding you.
The road ahead cleanly leads to Sweetwater.
You come across
A BLEEDING FOREST
Think of whatever you may
Proceed forward?
or back?
Eventually the path distorts into a normality.
A mundane town, nothing out of the ordinary at face value.
A certainty has been placed in the universe.
No matter where you go
or think you were heading,
The path was waiting for you to arrive.
STILLREST INN -SWEETWATER- OUTSKIRTS OF RYKE
Inside, laughter lasted a note too long. Floorboards gleamed without a trace of dirt, cupboards untouched by dust as if the tavern had been cleaned tenfold. The ale was too rich in color than it had any right to be, the food too fat and satisfying for any common farmer to produce.
The smells of enrichening food could only be described as heighteningly addictive, the oak woods interior aroma matched of nostalgic childhood holiday memories. Colors seemed more saturated and lively as the taverns lanterns did not burn your sense of sight but massaged instead. The clinks of glass cups did not violently vibrate and more-so sung ever gently into the background.
Outside the barn animals behaved well without sound and slight movement. Cows did not stink nor was the grass eaten or treaded on. Chicken coops were still, hay beddings too neat. Pigs laid peacefully with their eyes fully open, blinking ever so slowly.
The weather was screamfully perfect without a buzzing insect in sight. At surface level there was no wind to bother anyone. Clouds above were shaped heavenly and only seemed to move when looked at.
The tavern patrons welcomed strangers and one another continuing their daily routines. Gnomes ordered their morning eggs at the high stooled bar. Sharp eared fae conversed with each other, breaking bread with friends. Beast-kin of all shapes and sizes sat, some would be graciously singing, some would be dancing with their mates.
In the far left corner of the tavern was an empty table where the adventurers guild wanted to meet together.
