<strong>Introductory Description</strong><br/><br/>Mists roiled about the tropical village. Deep amber and amethyst colors shot through the thick white mist, like lightning from a bottle or a television display gone wrong. Beyond the mists, barely hinted in high shadows that were only visible late in the day, were swaying trees of some unknown type. It did not matter what those silhouettes indicated specifically, not really. They would change randomly, sometimes each day, other times waiting weeks or, once, months to indicate that the lands within the mist had changed.<br/><br/>Within the mist was a paradise of untold origin. Emerald grass and rolling hills dominated much of the place, with dips and hills hinting at far reaches worthy of exploration. Almost all newcomers arrived in the southernmost point of the Village, although some would find themselves wandering in from the North East. Regardless, they were greeted with a sense of the idyllic long before the true, sinister nature of the village became apparent.<br/>