Winter falls away to spring, giving rise to summer which in turn makes way for fall and eventually, the world hibernates in winter again. Time turns away in an endless cycle of summer, fall, winter and spring. Well, everywhere except far away Irrissen, locked in eternal winter. But that is not your concern here in the sleepy village of Heldren, where summer has reached its peak. This little village, resting in the south of Taldor, nearly on the border of Qadira, need not worry about much but the struggle of day to day life.
The intense heat of summer presses down on Heldren’s usually quiet streets. Today though, those streets seem crowded, making the heat worse. A cool breeze passes through the small town, and instead of sighs of relief, it brings gasps of alarm, and hurried conversations. Talk of unnaturally cold weather in the nearby Border Wood has spread through the streets like fire. Hunters come bearing tales of heavy snow coming in only a few days ago. The snow and cold seemed to bring despair and, worse yet, new, dangerous predators. No one knows what this event means, but the town's soothsayer, Old Mother Theodora, claims that, unless something is done, dark times lie ahead.
The town square is filled with people talking to one another, shrinking at every breath of wind--Did that seem cold to you?--and waiting with an air of feigned patience for the village council to end their meeting. You stand among the crowd, the statue of the Lady looking over the milling mass of people.
Introduce yourself into the scene and feel free to interact a little. I’ll get things moving once everyone has had a chance to post.