We had a lovely ride, with some subtle conversations, a bit of alcohol, and some banter. The Earl tried at the very start of the ride to impress our Dear Mrs.Doctor, but she quickly cut it off , to my amusement. The alcohol was reached around and I shared some chocolates. We arrived after a few hours, and let me say: The sky was quite lovely! As in: I could actually see the sky! Unless my family is gathered at our private estate out of town, I barely get to see the it in all its glory. I missed it dearly.
Nonetheless! At our arrival we were met by Hans, another servant of sir Arthus. He told us the only rule (Do not go into the east wing, it has been closed since the death of Mr. Arthus wife Margareth. Dear me, a sadness befalls me each time I hear about the passing of love, may she rest in peace and watch over his heart). Of course this made me insanely curious but alas! Breakfast was waiting!
We had quite a lovely meal, missing two of our companions, as suddenly I saw a shadow pass by the window. Merely moments before we had heard a rumble above us, thus I was already on edge, and well, I do have the bad habit of catching street thieves during my routes, when I encounter them (usually I ask them about their current situation, ask them for the stolen items back, and give them some money if they are in need. You know the procedure dear Aphrodite). So as if on command, my body sprinted towards the window, and out I went!
My senses blurred out anything that wasn't the dark figure fleeing me. It was as if I was a hunter, nay, a predator following my prey. There is this weird joy in letting your instincts take over, not having to think about your every move .It's freeing in a way. Well. At least it is until your prey jumps down a cliff and presumably dies...I still...I don't know how to feel about this dear Aphrodite. Sir McArthur assumes he was an assassin, and he jumped to safe the identity of his employer, but is it really so easy for people to give up their precious life? Quite disturbing to me, and I'll definitely not have any good dreams this night.
Soon after the jump, I tuned back into reality and could hear footsteps. McArson was right behind me, asking out of breath Where is he? What was I supposed to say? Oh yeah, he just jumped off the cliff and I am sort of traumatised, but hey let's take a look maybe?...I just pointed at the blackness floating in the waters below. He looked about ready to jump in, but ultimately decided against it.
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Tales of the Raven mask
Mystery / ThrillerIt's the story of my pen and paper game in the How to be a Hero rulework. The story occures in England in the 1840s and is at a time were much of the world has fallen to the steam punk side and many antique artifacts were being observed with new tec...
