Kellee
Kellee is a village trapped in eerie stillness, where the silence is so thick it feels almost alive. Situated within the tangled, mist-shrouded forests of Tepest, Kellee’s once protective gates now hang wide open—an unspoken invitation to shadow and sorrow.
The village’s stone walls, cracked and moss-covered, are barely enough to contain the creeping wilds reclaiming the space. Inside, the houses—once cozy homes of hunters and woodcutters—now stand empty and crumbling:
- Roofs sag under the weight of years without repair, shingles missing like teeth from a broken smile.
- Windows gape like hollow eyes, their shutters torn away or hanging askew.
- Streets are overgrown with tangled weeds and fallen leaves, the only footprints those of unseen creatures.
No smoke curls from chimneys. No laughter echoes from the yards.
Kellee stands as a silent monument to loss and abandonment, a village caught between life and legend, between the waking world and shadow.
Those who enter may find shelter—but not comfort. They may find answers—but not peace.
For in Tepest, some places are best left forgotten.
Kellee is one such place.
Tourism
Locals from nearby settlements warn against entering Kellee after dark. Some claim the village is a trap for the unwary, while others believe it serves as a threshold between Tepest and the fey wilds, where the border thins dangerously.
Geography
The forest edges have crept inward, with roots cracking walls and vines twisting through splintered wood. The village square, once a lively meeting place, is now dominated by a gnarled old tree, its branches like grasping hands.
Animals roam freely here—foxes dart through alleys, owls perch in abandoned rafters, and shadows flicker just beyond the periphery of sight.
Climate
A low mist clings to Kellee, swirling through deserted doorways and over abandoned wells. It whispers with the faintest echoes of voices long gone—forgotten conversations, children’s laughter turned to whispers, and sobs carried on the wind.
Villagers vanished one by one, their departures silent and unexplained. Some say they fled a terrible curse; others believe darker forces drove them away, leaving only ghosts behind.
Though Kellee is empty, it does not feel abandoned:
- At twilight, faint lights—like will-o’-the-wisps—dance among the ruins, teasing those who dare to approach.
- The air carries a chill deeper than the forest’s breath, and sounds—soft footsteps, whispered words—sometimes follow visitors.
- Travelers speak of a sensation of being watched, as if unseen eyes track their every move.
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