Post by Diamanda Admin on Sept 26, 2009 13:11:53 GMT -6
Welcome to Yorkwick. A normal sized community, with seemingly normal daily life. It has a high school, a library, a few coffee shops, nothing really out of the ordinary. Though the town is small, no one would really expect tales so massive compared to its size. Many secrets crossed its coble stoned streets, many tales loom in it’s blacken forest. All though, towards midnight the town becomes a small child under the blanket of fog that rolls out of the forest, some could swear they hear noises that belong to no animal nor human.
1236, not much has changed in the small town. No flying cars, no high tech touch screen in mid-air computers, no teleportation devices. Nothing that had been promised years past has come true. The streets are still made out of coble stone; the houses still look like old mid-evil cottages. The elder people still speak of the past like its part of the bible, school children that are attend middle and high school are still jerks.
Though there are rumors that some of the towns people are a bit odd. Some say they act more animal then human at times, others would say they are almost like shape shifters . some call them Rakshasa, others do not believe such fairy tails. Know one truly knows if those “Fairy tails”, life still goes one, a day at a time.
1236, not much has changed in the small town. No flying cars, no high tech touch screen in mid-air computers, no teleportation devices. Nothing that had been promised years past has come true. The streets are still made out of coble stone; the houses still look like old mid-evil cottages. The elder people still speak of the past like its part of the bible, school children that are attend middle and high school are still jerks.
Though there are rumors that some of the towns people are a bit odd. Some say they act more animal then human at times, others would say they are almost like shape shifters . some call them Rakshasa, others do not believe such fairy tails. Know one truly knows if those “Fairy tails”, life still goes one, a day at a time.
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