The village is in a sad state of decay. The 5' walls are crumbling and the wooden gates are barely hanging from their rusted hinges. Inside the failing walls are miserable stone cottages. The remnants of the thatched roofs are gradually blowing away in the wind. Stagnant water fills the well and the garden plots are overrun with weeds.
In my Quest of the Sorcerer King campaign, the village houses the refugees of a society scoured by abyssal hordes. There is nothing but ashen waste and polluted skies as far as the eye can see. At night, Abyssal Skulkers prowl the streets looking for easy prey.