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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:51 pm
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"Yes, and it's a terribly long story that I'd rather not tell." Luckette answered Thomas, right before patiently listening to the man's tale. It was a disturbing story, to say the least, and the thought of such horrors in her current state of mind - that glorious high from knowing she'd survived now gone - frightened her considerably. The sight of blood was quite unwelcome, which was made painfully clear by the look on her face. Still, she couldn't leave. What was out there, what was lurking in the shadows, blades sharpened as it waited for her, searched for her body amongst the fallen twigs and leaves, was a more frightening thought. "That...that sounds terrible. But, assuming you aren't making tales, I'm still safer amongst a murderous ghost than I am out there." Such a sweet yet terribly, terribly naive girl.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:40 pm
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"So you knew...and yet still you came?...many have lost their lives due to such foolishness" Alister responded bluntly to the man, perhaps a bit tart "When one says the halls are home to spirits most dark, is it not wiser to believe it so? For what do you think is the price for being wrong when you think it otherwise..." So many had perished for that train of thought. They hadn't believed the place was home to ghosts, and so fell prey so easily to those that dwelled here...worse yet, on occasion someone came because there were ghosts, to prove it false, only to be proven horribly incorrect in their judgement.
Alister then paused for a moment, he was avoiding Luckette's gaze now, trying to force down his other-self...along with the horrible shudder creeping along her spine. Oh how horribly wrong she was. "A mortal torturer, be they man or beast, must eventually stop to rest or eat...the Prince suffers from neither, he will never stop for even a moment" The 'Brother Brackengard", as some had dubbed him, spoke darkly. He didn't like it, but he needed to frighten this girl...to horrify her till every sensible instinct told her to run from this place. "A living man has only had a few decades at best to practice the crueler arts....the Prince has had centuries, and he can commit acts no mortal man is capable of I'm certain."
"Please...for your own sake, please leave" Alister warned again, looking to the both of them for a moment "If it's the forest you fear, then leave together. Surely two can accomplish what one cannot and make it through to town...this man seems to have made it here in a single piece at least" He gestured to the male guest, still unaware of his name.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 1:08 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:25 am
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Abigail quickly shook her head. "No...Luckette. You are no burden to us. Did you not hear me...I want you to be able to stay longer. Please try to understand." Abigail begged, her face filled with anguish.But she had a point. She would meet her death out there as well with her wounds. Even with Thomas's help, it was unlikely that Luckette would make it to the nearest village alive. "Though....tis likely better to die peacefully among the trees and the earth, with the stars over head. Then to die in screams and terror, your last senses of darkness, and your own blood echoing as it drips to the cold stone..." Abigail whispered, as if she forgot they were even there. Her eyes seeming as though she was somewhere else with her thoughts, a haunting memory that tormented her still after hundreds of years.
Abigail ignored Thomas's question for a moment, she she turned to run after Alister before he disappeared, as she didn't know when she would get to speak with him again. "Master." Abigail whispered, once the others were out of earshot. "Master...shall I...shall I give them proof of the castle's haunting? I know it has never worked well in the past...but perhaps this time..." Abigail trailed off, doubting that Alister would be fond of that idea. "Is there anything else you would have me do Master Alister?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 1:17 pm
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"Such a sweet girl..." Alister muttered beneath his breath as he continued down the hall, lifting one hand close to his face "...and yet, with these hands she..." His heart skipped a beat. This was not a sign of affection for the maid from whom he'd just parted, but rather the first sign of something he constantly dreaded. Another beat failed to come from his undying heart, his steps faltering only briefly before everything went....black.
Fredrick looked at his surroundings curiously. Hadn't he been in another part of the castle entirely? Well, perhaps he'd gotten lost in his musings of what to do with this new woman. Lucien had assured him she was a beauty after all; but then why was he wearing this tattered old rag of a cloak? He was a noble, royalty no less, his body should never be draped in anything less then the finest.
Well, save for when he chose to sneak into town to woe some young bar maid. Though such attempts hadn't met with much success as of late. It seemed like every-time he drew too far from the Castle he began feeling lightheaded.
Why would he go hunting when he had something already within his grasp though? The Prince mulled over the thought a moment...well, at times he did enjoy partaking of dessert before the main dish. A wolfish, predatory grin spread across the man's features.
"LUCIEN!" He bellowed. The butler was rarely far from earshot, and he'd best be near. There was work to be done.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 1:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:39 pm
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