Chapter 1:
Forest For The Trees
Forest For The Trees

South of where the Sylrowen Clan's main settlement used to sit, across a large pond and in particular dense part of the woods lies Alula. Originally a small Simiah village, the houses are built into and around the trees, and were previously connected by vines and rope with their inhabitants could scurrying across with ease. However, in the past few decades, the population of Alula has grown, becoming more diverse, particularly in the past five years following Haven's take-over of the land as several other inhabitants have been displaced from their homes. As such, a lot of wooden ladders and bridges have been installed to allow better access, though these would still be considered a bit rickety to those more used to the solid stone of city-life.
As most places deeper in Fanewick, the vegetation around Alula is thick, with no major roads leading through, and as such, Haven attempts to gain a foothold have been a little trickier than usual. However, this hasn't stopped outsiders from reaching it, and with the rumors of a rebel sect operating within the otherwise remarkable village, it's probably not going to be long before the nation attempts to exercise more control over Alula. As such, the residents are wary of outsiders, a sentiment that each of you has likely felt to differing degrees since arriving.
While your reasons for ending up at this village may be different, you have all ended up arriving within the same period of time, as the daylight week begins its final twenty four hours. Ikla the Sky Painter had started adding steaks of peach and gold thirty six hours ago that started to spread out until they filled most of the sky line. Now, though, these colours are being overtaken by reds and purples that are steadily darkening in shade every few hours. Before the week is over, they too will give way to the darker blues and violets that herald the beginning of the night. A couple of Simiah residents have started gathering fireflies in lanterns and hanging them on branches in preparation for the coming darkness, and any villagers who were outside gathering or hunting are slowly trickling back in with their spoils, either taking them to their homes or using them to barter for other goods at other services.

