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[center [font "Times" A sort of a Beauty and the Beast idea mixed with some eldritch monstrocity curses.
This is set in a sort of a D&D world. High fantasy, elves, dwarves, fae, mages wandering around causing mess. All that.
[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/96/52/d79652bf7d405fb924adb7b53cbda890.jpg]] In this world, a character will come across a being, a creature, a man? Either stumbling around in the wilderness and realizing that there's an old path, or an overgrown avenue, or just the whole sort of castle/home itself. Once inside, the wandering adventurer discovers that the place isn't abandoned. Something lives here. Something that reads, that thinks, and that speaks when they hear a voice from the shadows. There's a shape there. It's the thing.
The creature has lived here for years, either as a sort of a local spook, or as a squatter, left alone to haunt this place.
Or perhaps wandering adventurer wanders out of town tavern and sees the shape of a big, cloaked, monstrous looking creature. With intelligent eyes. Pursue? Attack? Run?
Character applicants can be male, female, neither, or something else. No race restrictions except for dragonborn, goblins, kenku and such monster races if you intend this to be romantic. This doesn't [i have] to be romantic, also; it could be if they decide to develop that way. Frankly, giving this poor thing a friend would be lovely. Getting him out of his isolation and into the world again.]]
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1. 800-1000+ characters preferred, but flexible.
2. Communicate with me, it makes it easier on the both of us. A roleplay in no way needs to to be 'surprise motherfucka' every time. It's a constant discussion about plot and characters and things, and if things don't work we can do things again or talk about it. I want that sort of clear to make this work out.
3. Ask questions. I know I will.
5. Cursing is allowed
6. Mature themes will be explored as in more than just the existence of smoking and drinking. There will be mention and interaction with mental illness and violence.
7. Romance is not a requirement
8. Do NOT OP
9. I will post inconsistently because I possess both a professional, emotional and a social life and its complications, but I will post when I can. I will post as fast as I can but I have multiple RPs I devote equal time and energy to on top of a busy schedule so I will do my best to be quick if I can, please understand. I extend the same to you, and you can take your sweet ass time too, just make sure I know you'll come back, as I will do as well.
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The shadowy man did not react well to her wandering eyes, but in the end he released her. Before he could change his mind again, she ran for the door. At least, where she thought to door was. Passing out after a head injury was a little disorienting, but her guess was a good one and she made it out of the manner in good time. Alenia did not stop running until she passed the gate to the fence that bound this place in.
Pointed ears not picking up the sound of footfall behind her, the wood elf looked back to confirm that he wasn’t there. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, but she thought she would be safe.
Not wasting any time, Alenia returned to the town and to the bar she had started out in. The place was still bustling, patrons all a little louder now that they were further into their drunken stupor. Speaking of which, she saw the man who had sent her on her little mission. Walking straight up to him, the elf punched him in the arm. [b “You great dolt!”]
The man looked at her, confused. The befuddlement washed away to reveal a look of relief. [b “Little lady, you came back. We were worry’n about ya.”] His words were slurred.
[b “You should have been. I got yelled at for trespassing! Someone lives out there. It is his house and he doesn’t like visitors!”] She hit him again in the shoulder. [b “Now quit trying to send people out there to run the guy off his property.”]
Rubbing the places she hit, the man looked puzzled once again. He tried to argue with her, but in his somewhat belligerent state, Alenia was easily able to outwit him. After a while the crowd seemed to be listening in. This was the beginning of the rumors that the manner grounds were still inhabited.
Over the course of the next few days, the gossip had permeated the entire town. Some seem to believe it while others remain skeptical. There wasn’t much she could do about that. She knew if she fought too hard people would think she was lying. But for the time being she stuck around and did answer any questions people had to the best of her knowledge. Whilst doing so, she spent a lot of time thinking. Thinking about the man she had met… if you could call it that. He’d been a grade A ass, but she still felt bad for him. It couldn’t be good for anyone to be cooped up by themselves all the time. Maybe he just needed a friend? After thinking on it a little longer, she decided to do something about it. Purchasing a pie from a local bakery, Alenia headed back into the woods. Food was the best way to a person’s heart, so she hoped it might work in this case too.
Following the path once more, the elf made it to the grounds. In the light, they looked way less creepy, but still unkempt. She let herself through the gate, but made sure to knock on the main door. Hopefully he answered and she wasn’t just left standing outside with a pie like an idiot.
[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f7/a0/10f7a04be7b9c0e699ede00e99ca3356.jpg]] Alvér wasn't paying attention anymore until the stranger shouted and he seemed to snap back to attention, looking at her as she tried to squirm away. "[B No-]" He resisted for a moment.
In that look he also saw her eyes trace over his arm. He pulled his sleeve down from where he had pushed it up earlier.
"[B Stop looking at me.]"
But that was barely heard over her words, Alvér suddenly feeling the flush in the chambers of his chest, crawling, hot, up into his face of panicking anxiety. His hand pushed her away from him, curling it against himself as he watched her stumble back from him. He expected she would run. And so from that his attention turned elsewhere to preparation.
Wary eyes took stock of her attitude as he turned partially, twisting his fingers in his other hand and looked up and around the room again.
It was a noble's house, and he had made use of its luxury. Of all the places to find refuge, it was certainly the most expansive, other than the catacombs or the old defensibles he had once inhabited for a period of a few weeks on his travels. But its heft and sprawl meant it was a focal point of locals. They hated that he was here. As did he, forced to skulk at night, stalking the streets and outbuildings of the village for things he could use, he could eat.
What could he take with him? He looked over the books in the sitting room. He had one bag, what could he put in it? A great lot, but likely not everything. He knew he couldn't travel very far, or fast at once, but he could manage to hide, usually...
Alenia had just explained that she had no idea that there was anyone out here, but the man seemed to ignore it completely, intent on her being terrible in all regards. There was no arguing with him. Not that it mattered they were strangers. She did not care about his opinion. Especially since he was standing there working himself into a huff.
That was when he told her to leave. She gladly obliged him. Walking over to the lounge chair, she retrieved her instrument. Frowning down at the battered thing, the brown-eyed woman wished he wouldn’t have broken it. Her dagger was missing as well, but it wasn’t worth staying here any longer. She wondered what she was going to tell the people in town… probably the truth. That some grumpy guy still lives out here, so they should just steer clear and let him be. The woman moved to leave.
As she passed him for what she thought would be the final time, she was stopped. Tremendous pressure from long, thin fingers kept her in place. It was uncomfortable, but his words following the act were worse. Her heartbeat quickened, fear flooding her veins. Was he really casually musing about murdering her? And right in front of her no less. His voice trailed off and she only became more scared. His grip tightened on her body passed the point of discomfort.
Flinching, she let out a hiss in pain. Pulling away didn’t seem to help. If anything it made it worse. Whether that was because it made him hold on tighter or if her struggling pulled his fingers into a tenderer spot, she did not know. Looking to his hand, his knuckles were white. Eyes following along his arm, she saw rows of scarring. There was no way to be sure of how it happened. Had someone attacked him because of how he looked or had he done it himself for a similar reason?, Either way a sense of sorrow wretched at her stomach. It strengthened when her gaze finally came to his eyes. They were tinged with fear as well. Just what had this guy been through?
Trying to convince herself that it wasn’t her problem, she exclaimed. [b “Let go!”] And as eloquent and convincing as that statement was, there came no immediate response.
This guy was contradictory. There was no telling if anything she said could change his mind, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. [b “Look, I’m not going to send any one out here to come and get you or anything. I was planning on going back to let people know that your house isn’t abandoned and that they shouldn’t worry about it since the land is not going to waste like they thought”] It was legitimately her plan, though that did not mean it would work.
[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f7/a0/10f7a04be7b9c0e699ede00e99ca3356.jpg]] Alvér's eyes narrowed at her again. It was always someone else's fault with these surface elves. Things weren't clear enough for [i them], never a willful ignorance of a working garden when they see one or perhaps the understanding that if people stay away from a property- whatever the denizen, for whatever reason- it isn't a reason to go tromping through it. Even as a man, he was always treated as a lesser, an annoyance.
"[B Oh, well thank you for informing me of just how [i welcoming] my destitution is.]" he hissed, not hiding any of his sarcasm in saying so. "[B I'm sure you heard of the stories from in town. You knew something was here, I give you no sympathy. No understanding. You [i knew] this belonged to someone. Or did you just not care?]"
The creature's irritation and defensiveness didn't keep him from noticing being referred to as a person. It changed his face for a moment, but only a twitch, a half a moment's ache of confusion. But her hesitation showed him she was only trying not to be killed. Alvér knew how this game was played. Wandering, wary, horrified eyes taking in every disfigurement, every scar of self-harm if it were even perceptible against his skin any longer.
His stance only tightened, anger lining his features. "[B Well now you know.]" he growled. "[B Now get out. I will not be [i cleared].]"
But hesitation yet again stayed his features. [size10 If she leaves: A hand whipped out to catch the shoulder of the fleeing form, fingers tight.] Thought brought him pause as he then seemed to realize something, "[B But if I let you go, it might just invite me more misfortune.]" Those eyes moved over her again. "[B I could kill you... Make your disappearance ward off more.]" they trailed from her, thinking to himself now.
That could just invite worse misfortune. But he had no control over her words or actions if he let her go. Crowing about the monster, and how weak he was, disabled. It could bring a mob. But so could a death. A disappearance might mean retribution from family...
Maybe he should run. His fingers tightened on the stranger despite his eyes being elsewhere. But where could he go?
[b “Well, how was I supposed to know this place wasn’t abandoned? It looks as though no one had done any sort of work on it in a hundred years.”] Alenia took her hand back and folded her arms across her chest. What was the point of having a nice house like this if you weren’t going to take care of it? Though, it might have been to keep people away now that she thought about it. The wood elf did not imagine too many people took kindly to seeing him. With that in mind she started to kind of feel bad for him. How long had it been since he had even talked to another person? If this was the first time in a while, this was a really terrible conversation.
Things only got worse from there, as he came towards her. The fiery haired woman shrunk back some. She didn’t really know what to say in response to his accusations. [b “Well, no. I am not really looking to be a hero…”] It was hard to explain she was here because some drunken idiot promised her everything he had if she could get this place free of ghosts and ghouls.
[b “Look, this is just part of my job. I help clear out places people think are haunted so people can use the space again without being afraid. It usually just means clearing out some animals and stuff so that no one comes and attacks them by mistake. And on rare occasions helping spirits to move on… I wasn’t really expecting to find a… person out here.”] Alenia still wasn’t entirely sure what he was. Though she did recognize some distinctive Elven features below the shadows that covered his face.
[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f7/a0/10f7a04be7b9c0e699ede00e99ca3356.jpg]] Alvér backed away, drawing up as he saw the woman begin to move again. She froze again upon sight, but didn't act rashly, at least. He was expecting the search for weapons, and that to him wasn't a rash action. Perhaps just less threatening because there were not- well, not all of her weapons on her person. Somehow a not pointy stick was less scary than a knife or a lute. He knew that was magic. He couldn't fight or as easily heal from magic. The rationalization of his own actions, however, didn't keep his eyes from narrowing at her panicked glance up at him.
And suddenly she was moving towards him, her hand coming out and pressing against his bony chest. Alvér recoiled, batting the limb away. She touched him, she came into his space and pushed a little against his chest.
He sneered, lips pulling away from his teeth at her demands of him. "[B What [i I] did,]" he responded, incredulous. Alvér glaring at her. "[B Trespassing in my home, forcing your way into a space you do not belong... and it's what [i I've] done.]"
His lips pulled back further, looking her over, "[B What arrogance.]"
Now he advanced on her, lurching into motion, one spidery hand seizing his robes to keep them out of the way. Tentacles shifted out of the way, brushing gently over books and furniture with sensitive delicacy as he moved towards the stranger.
"[B You dare assert yourself here as if you are a [i hero], coming out of nowhere to, what?]" He backed her up against the wall and side table again, looming over her. "[B Assert yourself as a good person to the town? Kill the monster to be rewarded? Or are you just satisfying your curiosity?]"
Eyes fluttering open, Alenia grimaced. Her head hurt something fierce. She groaned as she tried to sit up, the act made her somewhat dizzy, so she went slowly. But about halfway up, she remembered just what had happened. She jolted to look around, but was once again reminded that she had injured herself. Rubbing the tender spot on her scalp, she didn’t feel any blood, nor see it when she looked at her fingers.
Looking up at a more reasonable pace she saw the nightmarish creature again. He was standing not far from her, staring with his over abundance of eyes. It was unsettling. Glancing down for a second, she noticed she was disarmed. Not a good sign, though if this thing were going to kill her, it would have done it by now… well, until it truly was a malevolent creature that wished to inflict fear before striking.
A little worried about that last thought she looked around, spotting her instrument in the lounge chair. Even from where she sat she could see a couple of the strings had snapped. This instantly distracted her from all previous thoughts.
[b “What did you do?”] She motioned over toward the sad lyre, irritated. [b “I was just trying to help, some people back in town said this place was haunted… But you’re not a-“] Thinking a moment, she wasn’t sure of that quite yet. Standing, her head rush was doing better. The elf took a few swift steps forward and brought her hand firmly on the cloaked being’s chest. [b “Yeah, you are not a ghost!”]
Blinking a moment at what she had done, Alenia took her hand and stepped back again. Often times, people were wrong about the whole ghost thing, but normally there was a perfectly reasonable explanation. This wasn’t reasonable.
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[size14 [font "Times" Alvér's mouth twisted down at that. The blind optimism in that statement made him chafe. It was so [i easy] for her to believe she could fix things. So easy to say. Because it was all just a matter of trying, wasn't it?
Her darkvision granted her a visual of the shape in the shadows, but seeing a mostly black thing with only black and white vision made it difficult without any relief to discern what exactly the shape belonged to. But the distinct silhouette of head and shoulders was recognizable.
His shoulders tightened at her continued speech; speaking so boldly while backing away. He advanced forwards, keeping his eyes on the stranger in his home.
And when suddenly there was light, Alvér stiffened, feeling the orbs little rays pierce the backs of his eyes. He hissed, pupils yanking closed and small.
The thing* before the elf was a tall, thin humanoid that melted into... something else. On first glance he seemed normal-- if a strange, deep gray skin; gaunt and thin, tall, but seemingly too tall so as the body hunched in its mass, under its own weight-- but upon closer inspection the emptiness of the eyes, dotted with pinpricks of light in their recesses, the sharp teeth, skin twisted from malformation. Too many eyes peering from the darkness of the folds of clothing. All melting into a mass of tentacled, bloated and warped body hidden by cloaks for the most part, all moving, shuddering with the light all of a sudden. A hulk of being with long fingers clutching at the cloaks, whipping up to shield a face illuminated from under the shadow of the hood, and tangled, long, dark hair falling from the shoulders. A tentacle wound up the arm-- seen under the sleeve-- and around the hand, unbidden, visible now, and tightened as its muscles did.
Adjusting to the light, the creature lowered the arm and looked back at the elf; baleful eyes hateful for being revealed, teeth bared.
"[B Now you see,]" he growled out, advancing on her retreating form. Her words would inform the town and now he would either be left alone, or run out. But not before he ran her out.
The next events unfolded on front of his eyes-- too far to do anything even if he wanted to-- too quick for any response before the elven woman's body lay still on the floor.
Alvér drew to a stop, shock emptying his expression before his mouth tightened. Now he had a body to dispose of. He approached slowly, aching body heavy and difficult to move. His skeleton was not meant to hold this much weight. And so he shuffled closer. If he had any legs visible it would be called a limp, but as it was...
Alvér drew forth and looked over the woman's remains to find himself hearing a quiescent breath escaping her lips still.
"[B So you're not dead,]" he mused, frowning as he looked her over. His eyes raised to the table. Was there blood? He couldn't see any. Perhaps she just hit that soft spot on the head? How long would she be out, then? Usually things like this didn't last long. He had moments. Unless she was really going to die... Standing above her, he looked down, searching out any visible weapons she had.
A dagger at the hip, and what looked like a staff strapped to her bag upon which she had fallen. Nimble hands slid the knife out of its holster, tucking it carefully in against himself with one of the few appendages he could control voluntarily with relative ease.
He tucked his hair behind his ear, trying to search out anything else obvious on her figure when he saw the body stir. She would come to now, he presumed, drawing back some.
As a last thing, he took the lyre from her still hands, and tossed it on one of the chaises over, away from him with a dejected [i twang].
[size10 *The image I have in mind is closest to [https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/marketplace/206897/YEGuf7OO_WuZH5KbSveFNg/max.png?1483486239 this] as an idea of how the body reaches out of the cloaks. Alvér is much bigger, hunched, and shows his face more, which is noticably humanoid/elven, kind of like [https://pre00.deviantart.net/1744/th/pre/i/2016/355/a/d/cradle_by_abz_j_harding-dascx87.jpg this?] But less horns and things, more just the tentacles and twist.
lol here's one more reference just because i found some coooool art while looking desperately to articulate some of what I'm trying to get at, trapping an elf in [https://78.media.tumblr.com/b6f597af48c215f6fc0f0aa771547563/tumblr_oluuohCawi1saew11o1_r2_500.jpg this]. Head and shoulders above the [https://i.pinimg.com/originals/05/de/97/05de97021af6b653ad08119086c243a1.jpg monster bits].]
For a while there was nothing, but eventually, from the dark came a voice. Well, she wasn’t dealing with an animal then. At least, not anything run of the mill. A wave of relief washed over her. Having to rehome creatures was the worst. Though, this angry sounding whatever it was did not sound a whole lot more fun to deal with at the moment.
[b “Come now, we don’t know that until we try.”] Her voice was slow and soothing, meant to come off as non-threatening. Not that she was exceedingly intimidating to begin with; she was all of five feet and a few inches tall. On the shorter side for a wood elf.
[b “You are right, I have not seen you yet.”] Alenia admitted that didn’t fully know what she was dealing with. Though a flash of something caught her eye as she spoke. Turning towards the shadows, she almost felt as though she saw them shift. There was definitely something there. Taking a step closer the earthy eyed woman tried to make out just what it was.
Strangely enough, even with her dark vision nothing was defined. But whatever this thing lurking was, it was huge. Fear that she just might be in over her head set in. It was tempting to weave her magic to try and calm this thing that way, but if she failed that might cause problems. She chose to continue as is. After she got a good look at this guy she would formulate a more specialized plan.
That was when she had her first bright idea, light. She just needed a little bit of light. Changing the rhythm of her strumming, Alenia hummed along. Shortly after a trio of lights appeared. They danced around the room, dimly illuminating it. The soft white light was just enough to catch a proper view of the shadowy figure.
What in Corellon’s name was that? He was unlike anything she’d ever laid eyes on before. Beyond terrifying, the elf’s thin fingers froze on her strings.
[b “What are you?”] The question came out hardly above a whisper as she took a step back. Shuffling back a few feet more, the woman couldn’t take her wide eyes off the shifting darkness.
Before receiving any sort of answer, her foot caught a stray pile of books and she tripped. Falling backwards, there was little she could do to catch herself. Her head hit the end table with a loud thwack and then the floor. It was enough force to know her unconscious.
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[font "Times" [size14 Alvér's eyes followed the intruder, narrowing to scrutinize her; how she was walking, what weapons if any he found on her person, anything to inform him of how to proceed. In what sometimes felt like an ever-changing body, he had to be careful. His bones ached and he was hardly as nimble as he once could potentially be considered.
Ignoring her salutation, he stayed still, half tempted to answer but knowing that would most likely end up not in his favor. He wasn't sure if revealing himself yet would help get her out yet, or if it would get him hurt or exposed somehow. He had finally managed to get the locals scared enough of his presence, his shadow, whatever they saw it as, to leave him alone. They knew a monster lurked here, and yet this one persisted.
He tensed at her movement, unlatching the instrument of all things from around her body. Alvér was familiar with it being a magical focus, having gleaned as much from a traveling companion years ago now. The one Teegan ended up taking a liking to. He tried to ignore the ache that that name summoned in him. The music annoyed him. He knew it could very well turn into some sort of intoxicating spell and it made him wary.
It was the stranger's pretentious little comment afterwards that summoned a little snigger from him from his dark corner. Fat chance. "[B You can't help me,]" came his low murmur, rough from lack of use. "[B you don't even know what you're dealing with.]"
He was taking a gamble now. Alvér didn't want to kill what could potentially bring an angry mob after him. But he wasn't above defending himself for his peace and isolation. She would be able to see movement in the shadows. Some hazy suggestion of his hideous size now. Seven feet tall, hunched, cloaked. Endless.
Drawn to the elfin script in the book, Alenia took a while longer to look through it. Her honey brown eyes not pulling away until she heard the creek of the old wooden floors complaining. Turning back towards the door, she saw nothing. She was beginning to doubt she was alone, but an apparition wouldn’t have a tangible form to naturally make such a sound. So unless a ghostie was just kicking up some tomfoolery to scare her off, she was leaning toward there being a physical presence here. It very well might have been a squatter; she needed to look further into it.
Setting the tome back to the small side table she had retrieved it from, the elf slowly made her way towards the door. This was always the worst part. Until she laid eyes on whatever she was up against, there was no telling what might jump out at her. It was nerve wracking. Taking a deep breath she stepped out into the hall to find nothing. A look of disappointment fell on her face. Looks like she needed to keep wandering through this creepy place.
Just as she took another step, a cool rush of air fluttered through her hair and over her neck. Immediately turning about face, she once again was greeted by nothing but darkness. Now that was more spirit like. Just what in the hell was she dealing with here?
[b “Hello?”] Not all that loudly and not particularly expecting a response, she called out.
Unsnapping the button on the holster that held her lyre, she took up the string instrument. Her lithe fingers began playing a calming melody. There was no magic behind it, just a subtle touch the set her more at ease in this dark ambiance.
[b “I’m not here to hurt you. I would like to help, if at all possible.”] Though she was anxious, she didn’t let the feeling seep into her words. From the outside she would seem composed and unruffled.
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What he wasn't expecting, what he never was expecting, was the creak of the gate outside. He always latched it, and so hearing it open meant something with fingers was opening it. And that also meant that this was most likely a person coming. The creature lifted his heft and went to the window to look out. A humanoid woman coming up the path towards the house in a green cloak. An intruder.
He went to the rack by the vanity and pulled his cloaks around his body to hide it and swept out of the room. She was alone, so perhaps she would be easy to scare off. A villager or a wanderer most likely thinking she could just come in and sit. He got more broken windows that way. But no break was heard. Apparently he had forgotten to lock the door. Or he had and this individual had magic. He wasn't sure what was worse.
Slipping downstairs without sound, the creature watched the intruder make it into the sitting room. A large room, set with old, fine furniture and a piano. The chairs he had since placed blankets in for comfort of sitting, and had left them there. There was no need for decorum when you didn't want visitors. And a large fireplace. Books were in stacks by the couches and chaises and chairs, or set on the tables. They were almost all he had left now to do with himself other than wander and scrounge for resources.
The book the woman was thumbing through was a tale about a woman, also a wanderer, trying to find work for herself and her various troubles and adventures going across the land. It was in the elven language.
The floorboard creaked underfoot where he stood in the doorway. Alvér's shoulders tightened and he quickly made his body dissipate and reappear in the shadows where he wouldn't be spotted.
Now what? Some ambient noise to try and run her off?? He made another small gesture with his hands, creating just the breath of air against her neck, cold. Perhaps she would scare easy?
Alenia had not been in the settlement of Kalenfort for very long before she heard whispers of an old abandoned manner. At first she thought little of it and went about her daily life, that being to sit about the tavern with her Lyre and hope that someone came and asked for a song. A happening that often came later in the night as the patrons grew more drunk and less stingy with their money. She also kept an ear out for those who might benefit from her ore magical aid. As a true bard who had trained for years away at college, she offered such talents as well.
It wasn’t until angry words about the house in woods being a waste of space started flying around the room that the wood elf thought about it again. [b “If you all hate the place so much, and it is abandoned, why don’t you simply tear it down so you can use the land for something else?”]
Several of the nearby patrons looked her way. [b “It ain’t that easy!”] The man who shouted slurred his words, heavily intoxicated. [b “It’s haunted out there. Whenever someone tries to survey the place strange things start happening. Unearthly sounds, howling and the likes, and some claim to even have seen a lurking figure. No one’s stayed long enough to get a good look, but they don’t have to. It’s definitely an apparition.”] He nodded confident in all he’s said.
The woman’s interest was piqued. [b “How much are you willing to pay if someone fixed the problem?”] Her question was vague, but the expression playing on her face denoted that she might just be the one to try.
The man laughed, his posse joining him. [b “What’s a bard gonna do about it?”] He wiped away a tear, having laughed himself into a stupor.
Huffing up, she would fight this point until the day she died. [b “Bard’s can banish spirits as well!”]
That got another laugh out of the group. [b “Listen little lady, if you can make it so that place is clear and free of all the ghosts and goblins, I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”] A drunken promise that meant very little, but out of spite she thought she might try to hold him to it.
[b “Very well, I will be back.”] She stood, holstering her instrument at the carrier at her side and exited the establishment. Behind her she could hear a voices calling out to her, but she didn’t pay them any mind. She was on a mission.
It was dark out, not much in the ways of a moon that particular night, but the stars shone brightly as ever though the scatted breaks in the tree canopy overhead. Neither the night nor the dark bothered her. Alenia kept steadfast to the well-beaten path, right up until it split. There was a thinner and somewhat overgrown offshoot a ways out of town. The elf turned there, continuing at the same quick pace she started out at.
Before too long the woman could see a break in the trees. Getting closer, there was a gate. She didn’t hesitate to open it, but the hinges screeched in retaliation to being moved after so long. Inside the grounds were unkempt. The grass came up to her knee and was overtaking the stone path that led up to the manner. Amorphous blobs that were no doubt once manicured bushes dotted the landscape. Seeing it for herself, the place was huge, no wonder the townsfolk were so upset at all this wasted potential, especially with no one living here. Wandering about the yard for a bit, she saw no signs of life or afterlife. As well as she could help a trapped and tormented soul; she was more expecting the former. These things usually ended up to be some sort of animal that made a nest somewhere. Unfortunately they often wound up dead because of it, if at all possible the coppery haired woman wanted to avoid that.
Making her way into the house, it was also a mess. Books were seemingly thrown about, left wherever suited whoever had once lived here. And everything was coating in a thick layer of dust. She worried slightly about kicking it up and having to breath it in. All this nastiness couldn’t be good for the lungs.
Her meandering continued, but still nothing paranormal caught her eye. Perhaps that man had been pulling her leg? This ghost was nothing more than an old wives tale to unnerve travelers. As that thought passed through her mind she noticed something, a couple of books on a table, they weren’t covered in dust. Picking one up, she thumbed through it. It was clean… someone had been there. Perhaps there was something to this story after all?
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