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After the world was destroyed by the carelessness of the human beings. The land was left deserted and barren. A few stranded human beings, still roamed the abandoned earth. Wandering aimlessly. Strange creatures crept from their hiding places undeterred by the presence of the humans. Some good and some bad. The good, known as and the bad, the hidden. They both, hate the opposing side, the humans were left undecided, each try to invade during the secrecy of the night. To capture prisoners and slaves. Upon capture, a riddle is set. Is that particular creature worth fighting for? Why don't you come and see.

Season
Winter.
Terrifying squalls tear over the realm. Damaging buildings and causing your ears to ring. The chills from the icy breeze cause bumbps to appear upon the flesh. The skies are dark. Grey clouds, cover the horizon threatening to drop the bundle of rain upon the globes pastures. The barren fields begin to liven up as the moisture soaks into the sod. Soon the paddocks will be full of weeds. Where ever you walk your clothes and bodice is dampened by the moisture in the atmopshere. The village is not a very nice place to be in winter.

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The faithful
Leader of The hidden: Satan
Second in charge: open
Riddle maker: open
The taken: none as of yet

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[ ]Side alley
The side alley is located in the dark, quiet backstreets of the town. It is found at the end of a narrow lane. Leading to no where. The farthest point able to access is a rotting gate. Small and unkept the weeds tear the flesh as one strolls by. The lair is silent. No noise enters. Thus secrets can be told without the worry of people over hearing.
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[ ]Ware house
Tall and creepy. An old building. Once used for storing food. Now its windows are smashed and the dust, covering the floor in layers. Small whispers appear to boom. Loudly around the inside of the building.
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[ ]Back beach
Forgotten and uncared for. The squall tears over the silky sand particles. urling them at the ripping waves. Trying to subdue them. Vocals, can hardly be heard over the sound of the wind and the stench of polluted water is almost unbearable.
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