room22/AbandonedVillage

21.1.2023 : ROOM TWENTY-TWO : ABANDONED VILLAGE 

You walk all day. As dusk begins to fall you see something up ahead which causes your heart to leap with hope. There is a ruined building. As you get closer you see an abandoned village. Perhaps the same one you arrived in or maybe a different one entirely. It is impossible to tell. You did not stay long enough at the place to know its individual characteristics to identify any difference.

You explore some of the dozen or so crumbling stone buildings. They have all been raided of anything useful although there are remnants here. Pots and pans, a few clay jars. Stashed in a cupboard in an old house you find a clay jar of honey. It is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. You make yourself sick on it before you can finish half-way.

You discover a well. Its water is refreshing. You wash and fill your waterskin. 

Deciding to sleep in an abandoned bed in one of the huts, you imagine what life was like for the people who lived here before the plague came. The way of living seems simple. Although all the buildings appear to have been raided there is sufficient to gain an understanding of how things were here. There is not much made of the curious green metal, most things are wood, woven grasses, leather. There are no candles or lamps. You imagine it something of a wild-west or medieval era civilisation without iron and bronze. You fall asleep thinking about the strange green metal, wondering if you will discover remnants of a blacksmiths in the village. 

Next morning you wake refreshed. Sunlight pours brightly in through slatted wooden shutters. 

Exploring the village indicates the reliance of its inhabitants on the meadows and animals. All of the wood must have come from the forest Clay described to the West of here. The stones were probably gathered from around the plains. 

From here you can head North, South, East or West. 

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