It is a clashing mix of medieval and modern. Seeming to be at the tail end of the bronze age except for many out of place bits of modern technology. Indoor plumbing of a modern make, lamps that draw power from the sun, and many devices that function by no discernible means.
West Village is the west most town of the five towns of Truetopia. Scattered to the far corners of the realm too far and treacherous to reach. The exception is the merchant that was blessed by the Elders to be able to travel the dangerous lands between villages.
West Village is a place of faith. A peaceful community. At least, it was until recently. Overnight, the unshakable single minded faith of the Truetopians was shattered. Replaced by doubt after the water shrine collapsed into itself. Many rumors abound. The most troubling being that the Elders had abandoned the village.