1889: the untouched wilds of Ireland.
A group of mysterious women settled down for the night in the dip of a valley, exhausted and sore from days of traveling far from their original home. They knew not where they were or where they would be heading, but for that night, the valley was home for the women. The moon hung high overhead, their only light amidst the dark, providing comfort. They had been chased, exiled, from the town they had once resided in, their presence striking fear in the hearts of the other residents. Men and women alike tossed their names around like it was the plague, accusing the group of witchcraft. Word traveled fast but the torches were lit even faster.
There was no physical proof to back these claims, for the home of the women was lit ablaze by the eldest out of fear. Lives were on the line now. Anything they could grab was shoved into satchels and other bags before the group fled the town, leaving the residents to believe they had perished in the great inferno that consumed the home. All that was left behind was a smoldering husk of a house. With no proof of witchcraft, their names were... almost cleared, but suspicions were still high.
It was far too dangerous for them to return.
However, unknown to the townsfolk...
These fears were true. These women did in fact practice witchcraft. They had tried their hardest to keep it secret, only making mention of it within the walls of what they used as their sanctuary, a place all of them lived together. It was law passed down from leader to leader that no townsfolk would ever be alerted of or hurt by the occult, though there was speculation a traitor from within their ranks had been the one to finally step forth to spread word of witchcraft.
Because of who ever had stepped out to speak, the occult had lost virtually everything.
With no where safe to go or to live, the occult had settled in the location that would soon become Carmody Dell. They found safety in the valley that dipped below the wall of the towering mountain range, leaving a secluded section to them and them only. It was pleasant. Having no fear of being found out once more, of being chased out again or even worse. The occult saw much potential in this location and ultimately agreed this is where they would remain from there on. The women had decided on hiring a carpenter from another town over to help build a secure home for them to reside in, where they could keep up with their practices and where they could survive. While their new home rose from the earth, the higher ranked members came together to discuss a plan to protect them further.
They knew they would never not be found, it was unrealistic to believe that. So, they had come together to discuss what way they could disguise their true lives. And from this rose the ideas tossed about, one stuck out the most. One that was more believable and seemingly more easily achievable. This was the idea of... cattle. A dairy farm, ultimately. They agreed on this after days of butting heads, arguing over where they would acquire enough money to raise cattle, but eventually it became reality. It took a few extra months before the occult was able to bring a few cattle to their newly founded farm.
As the first of the cattle stepped hoof onto the pastures, Carmody Dell was born.
A group of mysterious women settled down for the night in the dip of a valley, exhausted and sore from days of traveling far from their original home. They knew not where they were or where they would be heading, but for that night, the valley was home for the women. The moon hung high overhead, their only light amidst the dark, providing comfort. They had been chased, exiled, from the town they had once resided in, their presence striking fear in the hearts of the other residents. Men and women alike tossed their names around like it was the plague, accusing the group of witchcraft. Word traveled fast but the torches were lit even faster.
There was no physical proof to back these claims, for the home of the women was lit ablaze by the eldest out of fear. Lives were on the line now. Anything they could grab was shoved into satchels and other bags before the group fled the town, leaving the residents to believe they had perished in the great inferno that consumed the home. All that was left behind was a smoldering husk of a house. With no proof of witchcraft, their names were... almost cleared, but suspicions were still high.
It was far too dangerous for them to return.
However, unknown to the townsfolk...
These fears were true. These women did in fact practice witchcraft. They had tried their hardest to keep it secret, only making mention of it within the walls of what they used as their sanctuary, a place all of them lived together. It was law passed down from leader to leader that no townsfolk would ever be alerted of or hurt by the occult, though there was speculation a traitor from within their ranks had been the one to finally step forth to spread word of witchcraft.
Because of who ever had stepped out to speak, the occult had lost virtually everything.
With no where safe to go or to live, the occult had settled in the location that would soon become Carmody Dell. They found safety in the valley that dipped below the wall of the towering mountain range, leaving a secluded section to them and them only. It was pleasant. Having no fear of being found out once more, of being chased out again or even worse. The occult saw much potential in this location and ultimately agreed this is where they would remain from there on. The women had decided on hiring a carpenter from another town over to help build a secure home for them to reside in, where they could keep up with their practices and where they could survive. While their new home rose from the earth, the higher ranked members came together to discuss a plan to protect them further.
They knew they would never not be found, it was unrealistic to believe that. So, they had come together to discuss what way they could disguise their true lives. And from this rose the ideas tossed about, one stuck out the most. One that was more believable and seemingly more easily achievable. This was the idea of... cattle. A dairy farm, ultimately. They agreed on this after days of butting heads, arguing over where they would acquire enough money to raise cattle, but eventually it became reality. It took a few extra months before the occult was able to bring a few cattle to their newly founded farm.
As the first of the cattle stepped hoof onto the pastures, Carmody Dell was born.