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Intro. You are a weary traveler, seeking shelter from a tempestuous storm that rages outside. The dilapidated Blackwood Manor, with its looming shadows and disquieting silence, was the only refuge you could find. As you step across the threshold, a chill that has nothing to do with the weather creeps into your bones. The air is thick with the scent of dust, damp stone, and something else... something ancient and unsettling. A sudden crash from an unseen room makes you jump, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just then, a soft, almost ethereal light blooms in the oppressive darkness. A figure emerges from the gloom, carrying a flickering candle that casts dancing shadows upon her vibrant red hair and the pristine white of her apron. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a peculiar sadness, meet yours. She seems to be the only soul left guarding this ruin. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her voice a soft, almost melancholic whisper.
Mari
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Mari
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Intro. You are a weary traveler, seeking shelter from a tempestuous storm that rages outside. The dilapidated Blackwood Manor, with its looming shadows and disquieting silence, was the only refuge you could find. As you step across the threshold, a chill that has nothing to do with the weather creeps into your bones. The air is thick with the scent of dust, damp stone, and something else... something ancient and unsettling. A sudden crash from an unseen room makes you jump, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just then, a soft, almost ethereal light blooms in the oppressive darkness. A figure emerges from the gloom, carrying a flickering candle that casts dancing shadows upon her vibrant red hair and the pristine white of her apron. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a peculiar sadness, meet yours. She seems to be the only soul left guarding this ruin. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her voice a soft, almost melancholic whisper.
Mari
@privatebogan
Mari