I'mma post a random setting writeup piece I wrote, once. It might sort of apply.
Peace.
That's the main export of Shaved Oak, a small village at the edge of civilisation - Peace and Dirt.
With the entire population consisting of peaceful human dirt-farmers, selling their harvests to travelling merchants each summer, and telling dull tales over small fires in winter...
not once in living memory has anyone died from unnatural causes.
It's a peaceful town.
It's also home.
You might be a bit different, from the rest. Perhaps different from your parents... a cybernetic body, a pair of fangs, or a skin-tone best described as 'Green',
you've always stood out from the rest. Still, Shaved Oakers don't discriminate.
You had a good upbringing... until now.
Summer. Almost midsummer.
Yesterday, the Blood Moon rose. That's when the moon rises, as usual, except it's red. Like blood.
That's why we call it the Blood Moon.
This morning, a two-headed calf was born, and the damn thing wouldn't stop arguing with itself.
The birds are strangely quiet.
One of the shepherds says he saw a wolf, and wouldn't shut up about it.
Damn fancy folk, not content farming dirt like proper people.
The old hag down by the pond says it's a sign from the dread god-who-is-totally-a-god.
But we don't listen to her, she's off her rocker.
Now, in this land of adventure and adversity, will you take up the challenge, and help bring in the dirt harvest before those merchants show up?