It had been several weeks since the group had left society in search of a safe place to set up and call their new home. Nearly a month ago something terrible had started wiping people out in a quick fashion and a small group of twelve friends and acquaintances had banded together to find a place that would be safe from the terror sweeping the civilized world. Some said it was a virus, others were sure it was a curse and the gods were taking their revenge on people for all the destruction and horror they brought to the world. In either case, the group had decided it was not safe to stay in society and had trekked off into the woods, finding their way deeper and deeper as they hoped that they would soon come across a place that would be safe to call home with sources for food and water not too far off.<br/><br/>They'd come across one small shack thus far, but with twelve of them it didn't seem a feasible place to set up and they'd found a problem with every spot they'd camped thus far. But it seemed they were in luck as out of what appeared to be nowhere they came across and fence and followed it. Eventually, they found a gate and beyond the gate lay what appeared to be a small abandoned town. A warning above the gate painted on a small sign in what some could argue might even be blood,<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: french script mt;">Keep walking, nomads. Beware the curse of Miller's Hollow.</span></span><br/><br/>But alas, this was the<em>perfect</em>place for them to find shelter from what had been wreaking havoc on the civilized world and it would have to do until whatever was happening began to blow over. Upon entering the town it seemed it had not been lived in for a long time and they were going to need to clean out the buildings a little if they wanted to use them, but there was a stream off to the edge of town and surely they would find plenty of forage and hunt in the forests nearby.<br/><br/>However, before they could begin settling in, the villagers had some concerns about keeping the peace and decided that they would elect someone to be their leader, a sort of Sheriff if you will.<br/><br/><strong>Players</strong><br/>Beguile’s Mistress<br/>James Moriarty<br/><del>Kendra</del><br/><del>Mr Bigglesworth</del><br/><del>Niferbelle</del><br/><span class="bbc_u">Remiel</span><br/><del>Sarena</del><br/>Starlequin<br/><del>ThatRPGuy</del><br/><del>Torch</del><br/>Trieste<br/>Valerian<br/><br/><strong>Roles</strong><br/>Peasants x6<br/>Priest<br/>Guardian<br/>Seer<br/>Werewolves x3