![]() ![]() ![]() Reynauld arrived back at the mansion after a couple of hours, leading two other individuals through the door: Consourme, a Plague Doctor specialising in alchemy and poisons and Jean, a Vestal believing in righteousness and justice, purifying the corrupted land.ĭismas looked up as the door creaked open, letting frigid air and the darkness of midnight into the dimly-lit hall. The name the locals call it, and rightfully so. ![]() ![]() This castle, while being the object of potential fame, has a name. There were six locations in the vicinity: Hamlet, a small town of shopkeepers and civilians, seeking for protection the Ruins, an unholy complex of corridors, inhabited by the Necromancer and his growing undead army the Weald, a fungi-infested forest, poisonous, blighted by diseased trees and inhabited by rabid dogs, ectoplasmic slime and infected men and women alike the Warrens, a network of aqueducts and tunnels (though their purpose, still unknown) that are now a decrepit sewer of corpses and disease-ridden beastmen known as the Swine the Cove, a water-logged cave system with pelagic monsters thriving inside and finally, the castle itself: a hellish pit of devilish fiends and those who worship them, pitch black barring the abyssal flames within. Though not nearly as affected, Dismas was - despite his absence of religion - somewhat disconcerted. The awakened horrors only increased the eldest brother's stress rumours of doomsday were common in the area. Rows had taken place and, Reynauld being a man of faith and his younger brother lacking said faith caused the two to fall out in various situations. The relationship between them, as brothers, was rocky in places. The call-to-arms had attracted the attention of many heroes to the castle at the peak of the island promises of treasure and glory drew them to Hamlet like rats to stale food left in the open. He and his brother, Reynauld, had taken up accommodation in the mansion, but for how long, he did not know. It was damp, and dark the wood was rotten and slow, repeating drips rang out in the deafening silence. Dismas sat on the mansion stairwell, twirling his knife. ![]()
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