Serenity Cove is a beautiful coastal town with a thriving trading port. Rolling hills and vistas to the east surrounds one section of the town. To the west lies a huge mountain range. Serenity Cove is populated with about 570 hardworking people, who are farmers, artisans and miners. You have some blacksmiths there is great prosperity in the town. There is a well-kept inn where you can get a room for the night. The local tavern is also good place to get a pint of ale and a good cooked meal. There is even a big festival during the summer season. During this, time people come from all over to sell their wares at the festival. The tavern and the inn are packed while the festival is taking place. For generations the little town of Serenity Cove prospered and life was good.
Crime was never a big concern in Serenity Cove, but some how while the good town folk wasn’t looking a sinister element had wormed its way into their midst. Now wickedness was slowing making its presence known. In the past, you might see a gent that had had bit too much ale staggering along or leaning against a wall to get his balance. You would help him home or to the local inn and get him squared away or a kid might take an apple from the fruit stand and someone would toss the owner a coin and everybody would be happy. Things have gotten so bad that now if you were to someone leaning against a wall or lying in an alleyway chances are his throat had been cut. The ladies in town were afraid the venture out alone even in the daylight hours for fear of having their purse snatched or worse. There was a savagery to the crimes that were taking place in Serenity Cove. Just when did the town turn bad you ask? Some will say its been going that way for a long time. Others will say that I happened over night. Nobody really knew what was happening. All anyone knew was that the criminals reveling in the terror that they were unleashing on the town folk. The constabulary was powerless to stop what was happening and the citizens were frozen with fear.