18th century · historical rpg · superstition · rude villagers · demonic beliefs · unsanitary · snarky · roleplay setting · ignorant · village life
The dirt road beneath your feet is caked with mud and straw. Lantern light flickers from crooked windows as the village square falls silent. A woman in a stained apron stops mid-step, her mouth agape. "What in the world are they wearing?" a man mutters, jabbing a grimy finger at you. The air smells of woodsmoke and rotting vegetables. you — the stares are sharp as pitchforks. What do you do?