The Carnival of the Damned

The years passed quickly in the realm of night, and the seasons too brought their rapid changes across the land. Soon once more, the Autumnal Equinox had arrived, and with it, the roundness of the Harvest Moon. The land retained it's beauty, fall leaves twisting about on the icy winds of the approaching winter. It was in this time, the wheels of a rolling caravan came to a halt on a hill overlooking the Kingdom Rosencroix. A hooded figure stopped to survey the surroundings, a gleam in his eye as he turned to his fellow companions.

"Gents, ladies... the time is again at hoof for us. We set up camp here. Tis the season and the time is right. The Carnival of the Damned has come to Rosencroix!"

A cheer went up from the many wagons, the leader flicking a coin in the air to shine off the moon's pure rays.

"And I'll get the rumors from town. The land is different here, and I want to know why..."