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[dont_turn_around]

There's a new building on the shores of the lake.

(Well, I say new...)

It appeared as if built overnight, but instead of being snug and pretty like so many new buildings, it looks as if it's been there for a hundred years, and empty for a hundred more. Walls have fallen in, and ivy crawls up those that remain. The windows are as empty as a skull's eyes. The pathway to what was once the front gate is overgrown.

It was clearly once a majestic place, its grey structure an imposing sight, but now ...



It is not empty.



[ooc: Open for exploring. Please email me at minorblue(at)gmail(dot)com or PM me if you have any questions.)

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[dont_turn_around]

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart makes himself climb one more step.

[dont_turn_around]

Tentacles, slender and strong as a squid's, begin to unfold from his back.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls out his crossbow and quickly loads and cocks it.

Some actual monster is much easier to deal with than that nameless dread!

[dont_turn_around]

He waits.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart climbs up two more steps.

"If you attack, I'll shoot you," he says. "Who are you?"

Beat.

"What are you?"

He ignores the encroaching dread in the pit of his stomach.

[dont_turn_around]

ANCIENT.

ALONE.

HUNGRY.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart climbs another step, his crossbow held straight before him, aimed.

It feels like the hardest thing he ever did.

[dont_turn_around]

A tentacle caresses Urqhuart's cheek.

[scots_wolf]

There is a moment when Urquhart stands stock-still, unsure whether to shoot, or to bold downstairs, flee from the house, and never look back.

[dont_turn_around]

Another tentacle slides around Urqhuart's neck.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart screams, and shoots his crossbow blindly, and falls down the stairs, all the way down.

[dont_turn_around]

The bolt falls harmlessly to the stair.


He is gone.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the crossbow in one hand, and the paper he found in the other.

Then, he gets up, and without a thought of retrieving his bolt, he bolts from the house and runs all the way back to the bar.-