Current date, Year 850 of the Rising Dawn Age, 3rd Cycle, 12th Day. Currently it being 1500 years since the dawn of Galmin civilization, 650 years since the ending of what scholars call the Archaic Age, when Galmin kind was much more primitive back then. Civilization through the past 850 years has been on a very slow rise though, being achieved in a few places in terms of a 'proper' civilization. The land of Ithelia is not without danger though, and it is these dangers that have slowed Galmin rise. Strong beasts, strange mystical creatures, and other mysterious entities roaming and hiding in these lands have made this rise slow, but perhaps that may change soon enough.
At night though, while the three moons of Ithelia were in the sky, the Greater Moon being full this night, and it would remain so for a few days, while the two lesser moons were in the opposite stages of waxing and waning, in a small, somewhat known, but also not really, village of Calgeth located on the upper part of the peninsula known as Gallastre a scream was heard. Like the wind though it was brief and passed as quickly as it came, returning the night to its former silence. This cry did not go unheard though, the small guard of the village was roused. A small house, near the outskirts. A farm house to be exact seemed undisturbed, but was now gathering these guards as if its new emptiness was like flame to wisp moths.
"The fourth one this Cycle sir..." A rookie guard garbed in leather armor had been nearby, spear clenched tightly in his hand, its haft bearing the anger of the rookie guard as the grip around it grew tighter. His somewhat young face displayed both his inexperience and his determination.
"Damn... this has gone on for far too long. I don't care what the chief says, gather all of the coin you can. I am sure that there are many who want to see these people return, and those willing to throw their lives away always come running to the sound of coin." A man, twice the age of the guard, scratched his beard in slight frustration, his rough and calloused hands and face displaying his experience that came with many years of being captain of the village's small guard.
That event took place three nights ago. Perhaps you came on these rumors of coin to be had for finding out the source of these disappearances that came from nearby villages? Or perhaps you are just traveling through, unaware of these events. Still, you have arrived in the small village of Calgeth. Unlike some of the other more barbaric villages, this one seems to have a bit of order to it. A small guard, yet they seemed to have some slightly decent armor, all of them carrying both a spear and some other small weapon or shield. There were a few shops and stores at the village's small market, including the several traveling merchants that have been here for a few days.
Despite the events of the night before, things seemed a little lively. It was most likely due to the Three Moons Festival that is often tradition here that many have been talking about. One of the more popular places to visit though, aside from small and somewhat lively market, the smithy, and the somewhat larger house of the chieftain, was a somewhat decent looking tavern known as The Sleeping Hilk. Taverns were known as a place to find out rumors, some people jokingly calling these innkeepers more well informed than even the most traveled of scalds. Of course, there were other things to do in the small village of Calgeth as well, or maybe you are just passing through, heading to other places?
Still, a few travelers either arrived on this day, or were already staying here. Would the destinies of this few intertwine? Or would their paths remain uncrossed? Only time could tell where their journeys would take them.
