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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."
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"You don't get out much, do you?" She asks, amused despite herself. Yeah, it's pretty obvious. "Red lyrium is the most expensive form of lyrium on the market at the moment. Illegal ten times over because of the poisoning but it's so rare it's hard to monitor it. Some people have found stores of it pop up in their basements and you think they're going to call the Templars when just a handful of the stuff can set them for life? Of course not."
It's the purest get rich quick scheme these days and it's -- well, it's all Hawke's fault. She found the first store and fucking Bartrand is the one who spread it. She didn't know, she never could have predicted what would happen with it and every time someone dies on account of the stuff -- it's on Hawke. She has to live with that weight and that's why she does... this. She lays low, she solves problems, she waits for her time to come.
God, if this kid got his hands on red lyrium and something happens to him --
... Well, it'd be pretty par for the course when it comes to Hawke's life, huh?