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(OOC: consider this session 0, so it is a short one, where I will be hopefully gathering five players if there is interest. How this will work is throughout the week you are free to RP amongst yourselves and the environment, and there will be a weekly post to move the plot forward and introduce encounters until Halloween. In between I will be DMing the results of what players do in small updates. So, this is session 0, and session 1 will likely be in three days once I know who is joining.)
A bright full moon loomed overhead, its light setting a soft glow to the fresh, unmarred snow that laid before them. Warmth beckoned from the windows of the inner keeps of the castle. But from wherever this group of knights came, be it a dinner stew or a tankard of ale or perhaps the comfort of a book from the castle’s library, the grounds they would walk to their waiting beds were so very cold. So very silent save for the sound of their steps and perhaps the conversation they held between themselves, no doubt hushed as though not to wake this sleeping world.
Step after step they trudged in the cold, the air kept still by the castle walls. As the knights would stop amidst the blanket of white, their breath would steam as they said their partings in their intent to rest.
And they would be interrupted.
A snarl, a growl, a shrill scream of a voice if recognized would be known to be so very quiet.
They would no doubt turn and see three glowing eyes in the dark doorway that led to a basement laboratory, the creature not long after retreating into the shadows that waited. If they dared approach, if they braved the steps downward into the laboratory, they would find themselves trailing flecks of red.
A bright full moon loomed overhead, its light setting a soft glow to the fresh, unmarred snow that laid before them. Warmth beckoned from the windows of the inner keeps of the castle. But from wherever this group of knights came, be it a dinner stew or a tankard of ale or perhaps the comfort of a book from the castle’s library, the grounds they would walk to their waiting beds were so very cold. So very silent save for the sound of their steps and perhaps the conversation they held between themselves, no doubt hushed as though not to wake this sleeping world.
Step after step they trudged in the cold, the air kept still by the castle walls. As the knights would stop amidst the blanket of white, their breath would steam as they said their partings in their intent to rest.
And they would be interrupted.
A snarl, a growl, a shrill scream of a voice if recognized would be known to be so very quiet.
They would no doubt turn and see three glowing eyes in the dark doorway that led to a basement laboratory, the creature not long after retreating into the shadows that waited. If they dared approach, if they braved the steps downward into the laboratory, they would find themselves trailing flecks of red.
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