[h2][b][i][color=008000][center]In This Fine Town Of Arkham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2]
[h3][b][i][color=008000][center]A Night At Wilde Hall[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[center][b]"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown"[/b] - [i]H. P. Lovecraft[/i][/center]
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With the cursory introductions made, the figures of [b][color=#cc00cc]Renee Bellerose[/color][/b] and [b][color=ac2100]Moses Reaves[/color][/b] made for an unlikely pair. They were both bound for Wilde Hall, and they had both decided to take the quieter path, but that is as far as the similarities stretched. The narrow track into the trees behind them, the pair set off, tracing the edge of the Wilde Woods as they headed towards the point designated on their invitations. They had only made it a short distance before a voice called out behind them. 

	[b]"Ahoy there!"[/b] 

	Turning at the sound, it quickly becomes clear that they are not the only ones to brave the path, or even the only guest of the Wildes. The man walking to join them stood a few inches shorter than Moses, and more slender, but he seemed to ooze confidence, and a wide smile was written across his handsome features. Sparkling green eyes looked out from behind a black and gold mask, and he was well-dressed. As he neared the pair, he nodded his head in greeting.

	[b]"I take it from your fetching get-ups that we are all bound for Wilde Hall? Mister Violet, at your service. I must say, this whole thing really is the cat's meow. All this mystery, I dare say we'll be bumping into a Mister Holmes at this joint. Absolute berries!"[/b]

	The man had reached them by now, the smile unfaltering on his face. This close, both Moses and Renee would gauge his age to be in his late twenties, but he was boyish in his mannerisms. As he got closer, Renee's eyes caught on something. Despite the smartness of his attire, there was a distinct line of mud on his shoes. It was slight, and in this light, easy to miss, but the sharp-eyed Frenchwoman caught it all the same, a slight frown crossing her pale features for an instant. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Mister Violet continued.

	[b]"It's dandy to bump into the two of you, these woods don't half-give me the heebie-jeebies. Like I said, Mister Violet is the name. What titles have the two of you been given?"[/b]