Lakeshore

The once busy road that led to Lakeshore was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.

Most doors were either completely gone or mere remnants of rotten wood and rusty metal. The open doorways looked eerie as only darkness showed within. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage.

Lakeshore, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a ghost town in the truest sense. Silence had taken the place of the sound of playing children, talking neighbors and the sounds of a working community. The silence was deafening.

The town church stood rotting and collapsing, part of the tower that rose through the roof sat collapsed to the left side of the slouching building. Bushes overgrew in the pews creating great nesting places for birds of all kinds. The missing tower created a huge skylight and the light shone down onto where the church bell had crashed through the ceiling. It lay on its side with darkness enveloping what may be inside of this huge bell.

The town was truly an eerie sight. Silence was only interrupted by the occasional animal dashing through the underbrush. It may house a darker secret...

(The town is now home to a portal to the feywild, and it is often visited by fairies, firbolgs, and other creatures of the fey)