The Haunting of Rhydin

An eerie mist has settled over Rhy’din in the night. The birds have ceased their songs and taken flight for warmer, kinder pastures. Bare branches of the trees sway in the howling wind like the bones of a skeletal hand.

..Something is happening..

The winds wail in different octaves through the night. And when the sun will rise tomorrow, as always, but the grey of overcast will dim its light. It will stay this way for the next several days. The lands feel bleak and barren. And the chill in the air seems to cut to the bone.

..Something is wrong..

A Haunting has come to Rhy’din. All Hallows Eve is upon us, and the spirits of our pasts and presents run rampant and wreak havoc on our minds. Spirits unknown to you and yours. They all have unfinished business and it seems the afterlife has little desire to prevent their will.