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broodypants) wrote2011-07-05 11:50 am
broodypants) wrote2011-07-05 11:50 am
@kirkwalled.
They say there's a ghost in the old manor at the end of Broad Street.
There are a lot of ghosts in that area. The ghost of industry, mostly. The steel mill closed down, and all the good jobs went with it, and that part of the city's just collapsing. All the capes steer clear of it, mostly because the only thing you'll find is a mugging, it's not the sort of thing that'll get you on the news, get endorsements, funding.
Rumors haunt this place as well. Tales of what the inhabitants of the old manor used to do. The Alexius Coven, they called it, and street children disappeared into its dark depths with worrisome regularity. But the inhabitants had the money to buy a blind eye from the law, and people learned not to ask too many questions, or get too close to the manor at night.
They, too, left this part of town. All that remains is a haunted manor, and a missing child. The mother, frantic, calls whoever she can, finally catching up with an old friend, someone who will do the work pro bono. She says the covenites, the witches and wizards of Alexius are still around, lurking in the manor's depths. She says her son went in the manor on a dare and never came out.
Fenris has heard it all from the vagrants that he allows to sleep on the bottom floors in exchange for food and information. It's a brisk trade, so long as they don't get rowdy. For himself, he takes the master bedroom, and keeps everything locked up tight. This manor is dead, but it isn't safe.
Thankfully, none of his vagrants (his vagrants? When did that start?) are around when someone tries sneaking in a window on the ground level. The old oak doors are bolted shut, but several of the windows are blown in and boarded up. It isn't hard to get in, but it is inadvisable. Most don't, either from fear or genuine disinterest.
Fenris perches at the top of a winding balcony caked in dust. He knows just how his voice will echo into the foyer. "I suggest you leave."
There are a lot of ghosts in that area. The ghost of industry, mostly. The steel mill closed down, and all the good jobs went with it, and that part of the city's just collapsing. All the capes steer clear of it, mostly because the only thing you'll find is a mugging, it's not the sort of thing that'll get you on the news, get endorsements, funding.
Rumors haunt this place as well. Tales of what the inhabitants of the old manor used to do. The Alexius Coven, they called it, and street children disappeared into its dark depths with worrisome regularity. But the inhabitants had the money to buy a blind eye from the law, and people learned not to ask too many questions, or get too close to the manor at night.
They, too, left this part of town. All that remains is a haunted manor, and a missing child. The mother, frantic, calls whoever she can, finally catching up with an old friend, someone who will do the work pro bono. She says the covenites, the witches and wizards of Alexius are still around, lurking in the manor's depths. She says her son went in the manor on a dare and never came out.
Fenris has heard it all from the vagrants that he allows to sleep on the bottom floors in exchange for food and information. It's a brisk trade, so long as they don't get rowdy. For himself, he takes the master bedroom, and keeps everything locked up tight. This manor is dead, but it isn't safe.
Thankfully, none of his vagrants (his vagrants? When did that start?) are around when someone tries sneaking in a window on the ground level. The old oak doors are bolted shut, but several of the windows are blown in and boarded up. It isn't hard to get in, but it is inadvisable. Most don't, either from fear or genuine disinterest.
Fenris perches at the top of a winding balcony caked in dust. He knows just how his voice will echo into the foyer. "I suggest you leave."