Season: beginning of winter
Temperature: 58 ‘F
Starting Location: Ryleth
Rays of golden light shimmered along the long expanse of white. Flakes of frost sprinkled among the trodden ground. Only a little puff of grey smoke seemed to break up the landscape. A moment later a wooden door seemed to burst from a snow pile. One after another doors opened and people began to flood out.
Ryleth was a small village nestled high up in the mountains. Due to the village leaving behind their home not too long ago, most homes were a mix of mud, clay and rock. Only one home was made entirely of wood. That home belonged to a family of three, the chief and his twin daughters. The chief was a kind man who cared about his people very much. Though the chief was the main decision maker, there was one other role that was revered more. The oracles. The oracles not only predicted a villager’s death, but they were also able to predict every female that was taken. Due to them being right, the village began to listen to them. After their last attempt to evade losing more of their women, they consulted the oracles for advice. The advice was to leave their village behind and make a new one near the top of the mountain and so they did.
Within the last two weeks, the twin oracles, the Chief’s daughters, have been speaking of the location of the taken women. One search party was dispatched a week ago but no one has heard anything.
Today marks day 8 since the team left.
The villagers have continued on with their lives and began building, planting and hunting once more. The atmosphere seems stales as everyone’s unspoken feelings seem to be worry.