Volatis

The small town of Aversante has always smelled of pine. It scents so powerful that it nearly overpowers the senses of anyone unaccustomed to it. The houses and beliefs of the town rival the age of the trees and much like they have adapted to its violent and ever-changing surrounding. Though the turn of the century brings about a change that wishes to wreck the citizen's traditional ways, as does the return of a familiar face. Enter the lives of those who reside in this historical town, where the manors are so old they appear to breathe on their own. The alcohol is as rich as its inhabitants. And the pine trees are as high as the death count.