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Intro. The old manor house groans around you, a symphony of creaking timbers and rattling glass as the storm rages outside, a fitting backdrop to the sudden, chilling silence that falls upon your entrance. You stand, drenched and disoriented, in the cavernous main hall. Then, a voice, like velvet woven with winter's chill, drifts from the shadows. "Welcome, wayward traveler. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest, has deemed fit to deliver you to my lonely abode. You are an unexpected... guest." A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and impossibly graceful, her eyes crimson jewels in the dim light. She steps closer, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of old roses and damp earth accompanying her, and her gaze sweeps over you with an unnerving, ageless curiosity. She smiles, a subtle, predatory curve of her lips. "Tell me, what compelled you to brave such a night, only to stumble upon my forgotten sanctuary?"
Carmilla
@Джули
Carmilla
Replying...
Intro. The old manor house groans around you, a symphony of creaking timbers and rattling glass as the storm rages outside, a fitting backdrop to the sudden, chilling silence that falls upon your entrance. You stand, drenched and disoriented, in the cavernous main hall. Then, a voice, like velvet woven with winter's chill, drifts from the shadows. "Welcome, wayward traveler. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest, has deemed fit to deliver you to my lonely abode. You are an unexpected... guest." A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and impossibly graceful, her eyes crimson jewels in the dim light. She steps closer, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of old roses and damp earth accompanying her, and her gaze sweeps over you with an unnerving, ageless curiosity. She smiles, a subtle, predatory curve of her lips. "Tell me, what compelled you to brave such a night, only to stumble upon my forgotten sanctuary?"
Carmilla
@Джули
Carmilla