Authors note: Villains feel welcome 
would love for some people to fight the heroes also!
Time: 9am
CALL FOR HEROES (humans or other)
The town square, once the heart of trade and laughter, now stood fractured and weary beneath a dull, overcast sky. Cobbled stones were cracked and uneven, some still stained with soot and something darker that no amount of scrubbing had managed to erase. Splintered market stalls leaned crookedly against one another, their colourful fabrics now torn and dulled by ash and time.
At the centre, a once-grand fountain had fallen silent—its carved stone chipped and broken, the statue at its heart missing an arm, as though even it had tried to flee whatever curse lingered over the town. Smoke curled faintly from the remains of nearby buildings, and hastily boarded windows lined the square like watchful, fearful eyes.
Despite it all, people had gathered.
Ayla shyly held a sign in the middle of the square. She was shaking from nervousness- though shockingly enough, not from the state of the square. She was introverted... and she was well aware people were staring at her. It read:
CALL FOR ABLE BODIES — PROVE YOURSELF. DEFEND THE TOWN.
Whatever plagued this place had not been driven off. And now, the town was done waiting to be saved.
A loud crack echoed as one of the guards struck the butt of his spear against the cobblestones, silencing the restless crowd.
“Listen well,” he called, voice rough from overuse. “This is no glory hunt. What waits beyond these walls has torn through men twice your size and twice your skill. You step forward today, you do so knowing you may not return."
A pause. A scan of the crowd.
“But first, you must prove your strength. Prove your wit. Prove your worthiness... a set of tests. Who's up for the challenge?"
He patted the little silver haired girl on the head who looked like she shrunk a little more. Ayla was like a niece to this guard and although not a child anymore, he knew how shy she could be.
would love for some people to fight the heroes also!Time: 9am
CALL FOR HEROES (humans or other)
The town square, once the heart of trade and laughter, now stood fractured and weary beneath a dull, overcast sky. Cobbled stones were cracked and uneven, some still stained with soot and something darker that no amount of scrubbing had managed to erase. Splintered market stalls leaned crookedly against one another, their colourful fabrics now torn and dulled by ash and time.
At the centre, a once-grand fountain had fallen silent—its carved stone chipped and broken, the statue at its heart missing an arm, as though even it had tried to flee whatever curse lingered over the town. Smoke curled faintly from the remains of nearby buildings, and hastily boarded windows lined the square like watchful, fearful eyes.
Despite it all, people had gathered.
Ayla shyly held a sign in the middle of the square. She was shaking from nervousness- though shockingly enough, not from the state of the square. She was introverted... and she was well aware people were staring at her. It read:
CALL FOR ABLE BODIES — PROVE YOURSELF. DEFEND THE TOWN.
Whatever plagued this place had not been driven off. And now, the town was done waiting to be saved.
A loud crack echoed as one of the guards struck the butt of his spear against the cobblestones, silencing the restless crowd.
“Listen well,” he called, voice rough from overuse. “This is no glory hunt. What waits beyond these walls has torn through men twice your size and twice your skill. You step forward today, you do so knowing you may not return."
A pause. A scan of the crowd.
“But first, you must prove your strength. Prove your wit. Prove your worthiness... a set of tests. Who's up for the challenge?"
He patted the little silver haired girl on the head who looked like she shrunk a little more. Ayla was like a niece to this guard and although not a child anymore, he knew how shy she could be.
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