Smoke, Mirrors and Other Lies |a roleplay|

||the death||

After a long day of magic practise, work, and just staying awake, you retire to your room, lighting a candle or two around your room, making it just bright enough to fend off any shadows that wanted to manifest in your room tonight.

You fell into your bed, and drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

You woke up to a scream.

It was E, by the sounds of it. You scrambled out of bed, whipping open the door to see what was the matter. She was only down the hall, and her voice was terribly distressed.

Henry is dead, she said, pale and shaking. So very cold and so very dead.

Who the bloody hell is Henry, you ask?

He was quiet, seemed to fade into the background. He'd generally gone unnoticed by everyone. And now no one would be able to know him any better.

"How did he die? Poor soul," you say, concern written across your features. It just doesn't seem right.

the shadows killed him.

They're getting stronger, and now they've killed a man. This is wrong. This is dangerous.
this is getting bad, isn't it?

||well, now we have a death! How exciting. Everybody should be in a bit of a tizzy. We should be getting into forming the circle, don't you think? Before someone else dies..||

{Hope you're enjoying this so far!}