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A malicious presence stalks the once peaceful town of Willowbark. The once beautiful trees of the Charcoal Forest now lay in decay, stripped from their former elegance to be reduced to mere husks, lifeless...not even the sun rays could penetrate through the ominous fog shielding the evil concealed within the forest.
It was near midnight, most of the inhabitants of Willowbark were resting in their homes with what little peace they had left. The sky was almost cloudless, with bright stars covering the celestial vault.
A chilling wind made its way through the streets of the village where not a single soul could be seen. None of them dared to walk freely at night fearing not to see the light of day again...and they were right.
One night a man riding a hell-steed approached Willowbard riding at a slow pace...it was as if he were admiring the slight moment of peace. He stopped before the gates of Willowbark and dismounted his steed. The hellish being then began to blend with the nearby shadows until its presence covered all the streets. The lights of the lampposts began to fade one by one as the dreaded ghoul spread through the village.
The man smirked, almost savoring the moment. He folded his arms as he witnessed as the shadows began to crawl towards every door and attempted to enter breach through the doors.
Suddenly screams were began to be heard, glass windows were shattered, doors, tables and chairs were splintered and the tranquility of the night was finally put to a halt. Mothers and their children started to cry and tremble with horror as they witnessed their loved ones falling pray to the shapeless ghouls. The only thing keeping these monsters at bay was the light emanated from the candles they could fine. Sadly, those lights would soon fade too...
The men of the village attempted to fight back to no avail. Their lack of faith and the fear growing inside their hearts fed these creatures as the men were pulled inside the shadows one by one.
Then there was darkness, a pitch blackness covered Willowbark and not the moon nor the stars could be seen.
This was the beginning of a nightmare...
The eternal bittersweet of a Night Terror...
A malicious presence stalks the once peaceful town of Willowbark. The once beautiful trees of the Charcoal Forest now lay in decay, stripped from their former elegance to be reduced to mere husks, lifeless...not even the sun rays could penetrate through the ominous fog shielding the evil concealed within the forest.
It was near midnight, most of the inhabitants of Willowbark were resting in their homes with what little peace they had left. The sky was almost cloudless, with bright stars covering the celestial vault.
A chilling wind made its way through the streets of the village where not a single soul could be seen. None of them dared to walk freely at night fearing not to see the light of day again...and they were right.
One night a man riding a hell-steed approached Willowbard riding at a slow pace...it was as if he were admiring the slight moment of peace. He stopped before the gates of Willowbark and dismounted his steed. The hellish being then began to blend with the nearby shadows until its presence covered all the streets. The lights of the lampposts began to fade one by one as the dreaded ghoul spread through the village.
The man smirked, almost savoring the moment. He folded his arms as he witnessed as the shadows began to crawl towards every door and attempted to enter breach through the doors.
Suddenly screams were began to be heard, glass windows were shattered, doors, tables and chairs were splintered and the tranquility of the night was finally put to a halt. Mothers and their children started to cry and tremble with horror as they witnessed their loved ones falling pray to the shapeless ghouls. The only thing keeping these monsters at bay was the light emanated from the candles they could fine. Sadly, those lights would soon fade too...
The men of the village attempted to fight back to no avail. Their lack of faith and the fear growing inside their hearts fed these creatures as the men were pulled inside the shadows one by one.
Then there was darkness, a pitch blackness covered Willowbark and not the moon nor the stars could be seen.
This was the beginning of a nightmare...
The eternal bittersweet of a Night Terror...