Whitechapel

Dreary is ye olde Whitechapel. Once bustling with trade, the town is now a shadow of its former glory. Whitechapel is perpetually shrouded by an overcast sky, obscuring any daylight from gracing its denigrated citizens. And yet, her townsfolk would have it be forever in darkness than be bathed in the crimson horror of the blood moon that devours the hamlet every fortnight.

Whitechapel is no longer a safe place. It is best to avoid this settlement lest one wishes to roll the dice on one's destiny. Ten women and children have been murdered in 10 weeks under the cover of night, and the culprit is yet to be found. Wish for eyes on the back of your head, traveller, and wish for protection from your gods, as there are none here to save you.