There was an ancient tale describing the story of how, long ago, a beast roamed the Earth brought up from the depths of Purgatory in order to punish the human race for betraying the gods above. The beast spilled the blood of thousands and eventually moved towards the hamlet known as Silent Springs. Here, refugees gathered to fight against the abomination and regain control of their land. A priest known as Geoffrey The Abolisher gave aid to the townspeople when the beast arrived. Many were slaughtered in the struggle, but the beast was sealed in the bottom of Charybdis Lake, Geoffrey being dragged along with it. Ever since, there has been a nightly ritual where one with blood coursing through there veins must be sacrificed in order to give strength to Geoffrey The Abolisher.
Silent Springs since then has been a fairly known tourist attraction, bringing in tourists to keep the local economy stable. Soon, rumor spread of the ritual and the town eventually couldn't continue as a tourist site. Eventually, the townspeople themselves were killing one another to continue the ritual. It soon reached the point where the beast was unleashed and now feasts upon the flesh of the innocent.
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It was ten in the morning, the skies coated with a layer of cumulonimbus clouds, ready to pour rain upon the town and its' inhabitants--well, those that now were in the cemetary. Behind the church was Charbydis Lake, a body of dark, ominous water that housed the beast according to the legendary scriptures. Fog covered the lake and surrounded the First Church of Geoffrey, adding to the intimidating appearance of the town. The only road into town was a bumpy, muck-filled dirt road with the ominous woods surrounding it. This, however, was the least of anyone's worries.
On the shore of Charbydis Lake a figure treaded out of the dark waters, the head taking in the salty breeze as it searched for a scent that the figure was well accustomed to-- a scent that it trained itself to track in order to survive. The tracks along the shoreline were swept away by the roaring tide, smoothing out any abnormalities as the figure scrambled to the graveyard behind the church. There, it lurked and waited for its' first meal to arrive to Silent Springs.
Silent Springs since then has been a fairly known tourist attraction, bringing in tourists to keep the local economy stable. Soon, rumor spread of the ritual and the town eventually couldn't continue as a tourist site. Eventually, the townspeople themselves were killing one another to continue the ritual. It soon reached the point where the beast was unleashed and now feasts upon the flesh of the innocent.
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It was ten in the morning, the skies coated with a layer of cumulonimbus clouds, ready to pour rain upon the town and its' inhabitants--well, those that now were in the cemetary. Behind the church was Charbydis Lake, a body of dark, ominous water that housed the beast according to the legendary scriptures. Fog covered the lake and surrounded the First Church of Geoffrey, adding to the intimidating appearance of the town. The only road into town was a bumpy, muck-filled dirt road with the ominous woods surrounding it. This, however, was the least of anyone's worries.
On the shore of Charbydis Lake a figure treaded out of the dark waters, the head taking in the salty breeze as it searched for a scent that the figure was well accustomed to-- a scent that it trained itself to track in order to survive. The tracks along the shoreline were swept away by the roaring tide, smoothing out any abnormalities as the figure scrambled to the graveyard behind the church. There, it lurked and waited for its' first meal to arrive to Silent Springs.