by The Kingpin » Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:20 pm
As Jack Bairn walked through the village, he saw nothing. absolute silence. absolute stillness. even the wind seemed to have ceased it's movement. anyone who looked through the village now would swear they were living in a painting. "Seb?" called out Jack as he neared the building that had been designated the 'town hall' of the village. It was more or less an inn. relatively small, but having a second floor, and a cellar underneath with an area that was caged off and turned into a prison cell for punishment of criminals. it was quiet, so he knew there was likely no music or celebration inside; another strange fact considering folk ballads and drinking songs seemed to hum endlessly from behind the inn's walls from the moment the sun went down. he walked towards the building, pushing the door open, stepping inside. Before him was the counter the inn-keeper and de facto Village Leader, Sebastian Archer, would usually stand at. To the right, the fire was crackling warmly in the inn's massive grey, stone fireplace, a dragon and gryphon holding the familiar phoenix emblazoned shield of the Valenhad flag above the fireplace. on the opposite side of the counter was a staircase, which ran along the wall and up to the second floor, rounding off and overhanging the counter and the kitchen, pantry and staircase to the cellar that lay behind it. the room was peaceful, warm and welcoming. and yet there was something else there. the faintest hint of unrest. of discomfort. like fear that something wasn't quite as it seemed. Jack ran it through his mind, trying to figure out if the last part was his own, or if it was something to do with the room itself. "Sebastian? Maria? Anyone home?" he called into the room, the sound of his voice in the room almost seeming to be dampened and suppressed, as if the room refused to let it echo. closing the door behind him, he continued into the building, determined to find out what had happened...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG