Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160907082906

The coastal village of Nu'u off the south side of Vale, reknowned for being an excellent place to visit. It's location surrounded by the sea meant an excellent source of fish. Known all around for it's delicious fresh fish, and the temperate, tropical climate lending itself to some amazing views and lifestyles. For decades, those of Nu'u had rejected attempts for larger companies to come in, setting up hotels and such. Forever the place remained very basic, quaint and rustic. Though, such can hardly be true. Nothing lasts forever. As moonlight licked down upon what was once a town, only the reflection of the ocean's waves met the dull light. At most, a lighthouse peaked above the water's edge on the far side of the town.

The setup of the village isolated the flooding, cliffs heading out from the mountains and going down towards what was once the town. Two merchant caravans, one with vibrant colours, the other more muted, were set up upon these cliffs. Evidently, they had arrived to bring fish inland, or some other Nu'uan delicacies or wares. Needless to say, such wasn't going to happen, and their trip over the mountains was for naught.

Even still, some rumors had been rampant that a weapon laid within the village, and with it, the chief of the village could crush a house by laying the great blade down. Of course, most disregarded such rumors, knowing that such power was unlikely. But perhaps some truth lied within the rumor, but was now buried beneath crashing waves. 