Re: 2.1 the Misgivings
Well, everyone has logged on since my last post, and I can but assume you have looked at the scenes and have chosen not to respond. So onward...
Scene 1
The guards pick Ven up from the ground even as he struggles to break free. The man is obviously mad with grief. "You brought this killer here...sob...", the rest is lost in his sobs.
Scene 2
The group continues on as the clouds gather and the rain starts to fall off and on in a dreadful fall day. The wind seems to say, "goooo baaack", but that must be your imagination.
The route leading out to Foxglove Manor is a three-mile hike along a narrow path that follows the Foxglove river from the covered bridge where it flows under the Lost Coast Road to the dark sea cliffs overlooking the Varisian Gulf. Here, wild sea birds call out to a roaring ocean that churns hundreds of feet below.
As you near Foxglove Manor, it almost seems as if nature herself becomes sick and twisted (Cat even begins to have trouble with Garious). Nettles and thorns grow more prominent, trees are leafless and bent, and the wind seems unnaturally cold and shrill as it whistles through the cliffside crags. The path slowly rises, turns a steep corner in the cliffs, and then Foxglove Manor looms at the edge of the world.
The strangely cold sea wind rises to a keening shriek as Foxglove Manor comes into view. The place has earned its local nickname of the “Misgivings” well, for it almost appears to loathe its perch high above the ocean, as if the entire house were poised for a suicide leap. The roof sags in many places, and mold and mildew cake the crumbling walls. Vines of diseased-looking gray wisteria strangle the structure in several places, hanging down over the precipitous cliff edge almost like tangled braids of hair. The house is crooked, its gables angling sharply and breached in at least three places, hastily repaired by planks of sodden wood. Chimneys rise from various points among the rooftops, leaning like old men in a storm, and grinning gargoyle faces leer from under the eaves. That the manor clings to the cliff is remarkable, as the whole far side is nothing more than a sheer drop down to the ocean below, a fall of over three hundred feet. Out front, the foundation stones of a long burnt outbuilding stand sentinel astride the weed-choked approach; a low stone well squats morosely amid these ruins.
The place looks decayed and old. Grime and mold encrust the windows which will make it difficult if not impossible to look inside. Most seem to have curtains drawn anyway. It is 3 stories tall, though the top story is probably considered an attic. It’s impossible to tell how many floors the outbuilding hat stood here once had, for all that remains are the crumbling stones of its foundation. The stones still bear scorches and cracks from the fire that destroyed the building long ago. To the east, a four-foot-wide stone well sits, partially collapsed, in the corner of the ruins.
what do you do?
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:59, Tue 29 June 2010.