Eldham's Fall

The small town of Eldham, nestled in the shadow of the bustling city of Tarthale, was a picture of tranquility. It was on the far edge of the kingdom of Asphade, almsot as though it wasn't a part of the kingdom.

Merchants peddled their wares in the marketplace, farmers brought fresh produce to sell, and children darted through the cobblestone streets, their laughter a melody that blended with the hum of daily life.

The bell tower chimed, its sonorous tones signaling midday. This was the busiest hour of the market, as villagers bartered and merchants called out their deals.

A baker, dusted with flour, handed a fresh loaf to a smiling customer, while a blacksmith hammered away at a glowing piece of metal, sparks dancing with every strike.

Eldham was more than a town; it was a close-knit community. The people knew one another, sharing joys and sorrows alike. No one anticipated the terror that was about to unfold.

...Woooong~