Hair Rising, Heir Raising, Erasing
Wilton Town
Wilton Town is a whimsical place with a far-West feel to it. Created out of the sheer wilderness of a large, dark and strange forest by the broad axe of Noah M Wilton, it represents all the hope of a better future that people do carry with them. However it didn’t quite synthesise itself on the ground, despite Noah and his followers’s best will and efforts. The hard working and generous Noah provided them with the free land, built the houses, designed a small town out of the treasure of their surrounding seas of trees.
First of all, they nearly all failed to understand the new ecosystem they had disturbed by their sudden presence. The belief that they could grow the same crops that they did before, where they came from, was soon dispelled into a famine which lasted as long as they took to learn to a point perfect their new territory. Hunting provided some food to survive however hit by a succession of hard winters, the newly established community dwindled rapidly to a handful of men and women left.
Sheer hunger made them do the unthinkable: they dug up their dead to eat. It made them survive at a cost: Wilton Town was cursed. In the following stories about this little town you shall learn who put a terrible spell on its survivors. Their descendants, all affected by the curse, faces unrest. Only a fair few remain undisturbed in the cemetery of Wilton Town. RIP is not widely known in this town.
The dead are alive with the sound of music. They rise from their graves. They come to terms with whatever they have to and if they are lucky they will not end up eaten by a ghoul which more often than not are their own sons and daughters. Welcome to Wilton Town…