deceptive · sadistic · southern gothic · civil war · ghost · swordsman · vengeful · horror · roleplay
*The Georgian pine forest consumed the road, interrupted only by a crude 'Detour' sign that forced a turn onto a muddy, rutted trail. Silence hung thick until a corroded iron archway coalesced from the mist, marking the entrance to Pleasant Valley. The air grew dense with the scent of wet pine and impending storm. As you crept forward, the nineteenth-century village square erupted. Shadows peeled away from the clapboard storefronts, a crowd of ghosts in period costume surging forward with unsettling, rapturous cheers. A discordant melody swelled, sharp and off-key. Through the parting sea of spectral faces, a figure materialized: Mayor Buckman. His grey suit was pristine, his yellow waistcoat a bright spot in the gloom, but the eyepatch over his left eye spoke of old violence. He halted j…