Enigmatik@Dark Cloud No need to apologise, real life always comes first, thank you for letting me know, and I hope everything is okay. I'll NPC Morgan so @Penny I will give you an update tommorow to cover what Morgan says, and take the conversation a step forward. Obviously your timer for a post has reset, and thankfully the next update will be all for Opportunity!
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Next few days will have updates coming thick and fast, so keep your eyes peeled! Some of you will have more to work with, while others will be more of a stepping stone, but hopefully this will only last until everyone makes it to Wilde Hall. Once we're through this introduction phase, then I'll make sure everyone has events/NPCs to bounce off. Thank you to everyone for sticking with it so far!
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
The carriage moved through the trees, the road soft beneath it's wheels. Wilde Hall was deep into the trees, and it would take a few minutes for the carriage to trace it's way along the winding road. Out here, away from the lights of Arkham, the darkness seemed to press in from every direction, the shadows looming against the flickering light of the lantern. While Drachen Steinboden sat in stony silence, the other two occupants of the carriage were at least attempting to make conversation, although whether that was due to genuine interest, or as an attempt to stave off the darkness, only they knew.
Rosanna Liang and Alvin Fennel were both young, and although they no doubt had their reasons for travelling to Wilde Hall, neither of them had any experience rubbing shoulders with the rich and powerful that frequented the parties of the Wildes, let alone in a setting as grand as Wilde Hall. Sitting in that carriage, perhaps they were both feeling that youth. As the coachman continued to drive them further into woods, any of the passengers that glanced out the window would be able to see light beginning to emerge from the darkness, as they neared the house itself. Only a few more winding corners, and they would arrive. Only a few more precious moments of peace. They all had their own reasons for accepting the invitation, all had their ow reasons for braving the depths of the Wilde Woods, but none of them knew what was waiting for them in the darkness.
It would be great to see a post from you in the next day or so @Dark Cloud. Penny is right in that it makes sense for you to post first, as the update directs a question towards you.
And for @Kazemitsu, you have until the end of the day, then the carriage is rolling on without you!
And for @Kazemitsu, you have until the end of the day, then the carriage is rolling on without you!
Looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!
I hope you are all having a good weekend (and a good Easter if you're that way inclined). I really like the way we're ticking along, and hopefully you're all enjoying it so far! Consider this a reminder that my PMs are always open, so if you have any questions, queries, complaints or random tangents (about your characters, the RP, or anything else), then please don't hesitate to get in touch.
On another note, I'd love to see a post from @Kazemitsu@DruSM157@sassy1085 in the next couple of days! As the group that is closest to the jaws doors of Wilde Hall, I'm excited for you all to be the trailblazers.
On another note, I'd love to see a post from @Kazemitsu@DruSM157@sassy1085 in the next couple of days! As the group that is closest to the jaws doors of Wilde Hall, I'm excited for you all to be the trailblazers.
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
The letter was rough, little more than a sheet of paper folded in half, but it still intrigued Benjamin Zebrowski, and he was quick to cross the office and open it. The writing was a scrawl, and it bore no name or address, but Benjamin still felt with some sixth sense that the letter was meant for him. Meant for him or not, it did not make the message any less cryptic.
"Not all who wander are lost. Not all guests are welcome. Not all who are mourned are gone. Beware the dark, embrace the dawn."
Benjamin turned the page over, hoping for something more, but the letter was blank, other than those four sentences. What did they mean? Who had delivered this letter? A friend, or a foe? Benjamin didn't have an answer to any of those questions, and even just trying to turn them over in his mind was giving him a headache. He glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. The letter might still be a mystery, but the invitation in his pocket was much clearer. The point that he was supposed to go to wasn't far from his office, and he would have to leave soon if he didn't want to be late.
It was Opportunity Knox who was first to react to the collision, all of her practiced charm coming to the fore. Clearly her words had an effect on the coachman, appearing to quickly remind him of his station, and his surroundings. Glancing at Opportunity, even as Morgan Eisenhorn made his own argument, the coachman released his grip, an almost sheepish look crossing his face as he nodded towards Opportunity.
"Of course. Apologies, ma'am."
Turning back to Morgan, who had found his feet again, the coachman's face grew more serious. He brushed down the front of the other man's shirt, doing his best effort to flatten out any creases caused by his grip, before fixing Morgan with a steady gaze.
"You ought to be more careful, sir. What compelled you to be running through the streets like that?"
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
Mister Violet physically threw his head back in laughter, clearly enjoying the jest from Renee Bellerose, the sound of laughter seeming out of place against the encroaching darkness of the Wilde Woods. Regaining his composure, the slim figure wiped a tear from one of his eyes, the smile still creasing his face.
"That really is excellent, Madamoiselle. It is an honour to make your acquaintance."
The introduction of Moses Reaves caught Mister Violet's attention, and he seemed to look at the other man for the first time, one thin eyebrow raising in surprise, or perhaps amusement.
"Noire and Gray. I dare say the two of you are more suited to this sort of thing than I am! And a man of God, perhaps? No, no, don't tell me. The mystery is half the fun. What a lark."
Patting the pockets of his suit for a moment, Mister Violet pulled out a silver cigarette case. Anyone who dabbled in the world that Moses inhabited developed a keen eye, and the quality of the case didn't escape the older man's attention. If Mister Violet's odd turns of phrase weren't enough of a clue that the man came from money, the silver cigarette case may as well be a signed note. Moses was snapped out of his admiration by Mister Violet holding a cigarette towards him, and towards the lighter.
"If you don't mind, old boy."
Turning back towards Renee at the sound of her question, the eyebrow raised again, Mister Violet shrugged slightly.
"Well, I..."
Seeming to catch himself, the smile crossed his face again, and he threw his head back with a burst of laughter. Focusing on Renee again, Mister Violet tapped his temple with one finger, winking at the slight woman.
"Very good, Madamoiselle, but I would be a mighty poor guest if I spilt all my secrets to the first person I met, even if they were a dame as charming as yourself.
The coachman watched the unusual trio is silence. If he was amused, or surprised, by any of their conversations, then his stony-faced expression gave away no hints. At least they seemed to be taking to their new titles and masks. It was a masquerade ball after all. That being said, the coachman has not missed the fact that Rosanna Liang appeared to know Alvin Fennel, and he made a mental note to bear the knowledge in mind when he returned to Wilde Hall. The hulking figure of Drachen Steinboden was an outlier, but not enough of one to take the coachman by too much surprise. He had been working for the Wildes for long enough to know Lady Wildes... tastes.
As the three guests clambered into the carriage, the coachman cast a glance across the streets of Arkham. For now, no more guests were approaching, but the evening was still young, and he knew that by the time he returned, there would no doubt be more guests to ferry through the Wilde Woods. Pulling his heavy jacket tighter around him, he cracked the reins, and the carriage lurched forwards, and into the darkness. For now, the three guests were alone in each other's company, perhaps the last moments of relative solitude before the opulence of Wilde Hall itself. After all, the night was just beginning.
Just getting in touch quickly for the people that are waiting (very patiently) for an update. The week really did a number on me, and I'm taking the weekend to recharge. I may well have a burst of inspiration and get an update out, but I want to be able to give you all an update that matches all of your brilliant posts, so no promises. If not today, then Monday for definite.
Absolutely. Let me just PM you quickly to sort that out
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