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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Sept 13, 2020 19:34:03 GMT -8
Everything darkens as one pushes past the runes, shrouding the chateau in an eternal night. There is a red tint to the moon, shedding little light on this structure. Traces of ectoplasm seep from the nooks and crannies, glowing specks which fail to illuminate its surroundings. The halls are dim, with cold blue flames hovering in their midst. They cast long shadows as they drift about, flickering forms dancing across the walls. A slight tilt to the floor makes it difficult to stand straight. The boards are all warped and creak when one walks. A crooked staircase winds up to the second floor, with a rune sealing the door at the end. Moans and wails echo through the rooms, a quick glance revealing them packed with humanoid forms. They lay in small cots, blood seeping from bandages and creating small streams on the floor. This resembles an infirmary, with enough rooms to fit the population of a city. A few rush to and fro, ignoring their own injuries to tend to the others.
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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Sept 13, 2020 19:34:31 GMT -8
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