Enigmatik@psych0pomp Thanks for letting me know. It actually makes my life easier having updates staggered, so I'm happy to give you time to post. Get something up when you can, and I'll update for you and Lady Selune promptly.
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Updates hot off the press, and the first 'Wildes' introduced, Avery herself! Thank you for everyone's patience. As always, questions, queries, complaints, thoughts, you name it, my PMs are always open.
You have until tomorrow to post @psych0pomp, and if I haven't heard anything, then I'll have to push on without you.
You have until tomorrow to post @psych0pomp, and if I haven't heard anything, then I'll have to push on without you.
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
The bright blue eyes watched the shock of Benjamin Zebrowski with a look of amusement, and Benjamin couldn't help but think that there would be a smile behind the elaborate mask.
"My mother told me not to talk to strangers, but here we are."
Benjamin's following question seemed to be less amusing to the pale woman, but before she could reply, another shape emerged from the gloom. Simon Hart had decided that there was at least some semblance of safety in numbers, and if he was set to wait in the darkness for the carriage to return, then it was better he did it in with unusual company, than with no company at all.
The inhuman mask turned to look at Simon as he approached, and again, there was a spark of humour in them. For whatever reason, the woman standing before the two men seemed to be enjoying the situation far more than her two companions were. Her gaze darted between Simon and Benjamin as she spoke, never seeming to settle on one or the other for too long.
"No need to apologise, sir. I was just about to start making introductions. If neither of you two gentleman are in a rush to introduce himself, then allow me. You may call me Miss White, at least for the duration of the evening. What may I call you?"
Whether it was simply the respite, or the absence of the stone-faced coachman, Morgan Eisenhorn seemed to have regained his composure. The last patrons of The Excelsior Hotel still milled about them, fleeing the increasing depth of the evening, and the curious glances in the direction of Morgan and Opportunity Knox had reduced, although not entirely dissipated. Opportunity's commitment to the masquerade of the evening was flimsy at best, but Morgan still clung to some vestige of his identity, still obscured behind the mask he wore, at least for now. Whatever his thoughts on the masquerade, Morgan was not foolish enough to ignore a perfectly good offer, and he was quick to accept the opportunity to ride with Opportunity.
As if on cue, the coachman appeared again, stepping out from around the corner as he adjusted his jacket. His gaze darted to Morgan first, and then across Opportunity, now standing by the carriage, and his face creased with concern.
"Apologies, ma'am. Please. Allow me."
He quickly crossed the gap, and pulled open the carriage door, standing by as he gestured for Opportunity to climb aboard. As he did, he seemed to remember Morgan again, and his light eyes narrowed slightly as they turned back to the other man. For a beat, he was still, as if he was wrestling with a decision, and then he seemed to make up his mind, and his face softened.
"If you are bound for Wilde Hall, and Madam Green allows it, then I can take you along. Assuming you have your invitation?"
A single hand extended towards Morgan, the gaze not leaving him.
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
The voice of Drachen Steinboden was almost a growl, and it caught the attention of Rosanna Liang and Alvin Fennel in an instant. In the confined space of the carriage, Drachen's frame was vast, and the red devil mask did nothing to make the man less intimidating.
"It's not the woods you should be worried about. Only things in there are shadows and beasts. It's the creatures that live in the light that you ought to be careful of."
The heavy head turned, noticing the glow of the approaching house at the same time as the others did. There was a long moment of silence, the air heavy with anticipation, the only sound coming from beyond the carriage, and then Drachen growled out again.
"My advice. Don't let your guard down."
The carriage finally turned the corner, and the Wilde Woods seemed to fall away. There it was. Wilde Hall. Golden light spilled out from more than a dozen windows in the buildings face, seeming to banish the darkness that had clung to them in the forest. The faint sound of music, lively and upbeat, drifted through the air. As they drew closer, the inhabitants of the carriage could take in the sheer size of the house. Four stories high, the house was undeniably lavish, easily rivalling the grand old buildings of the Miskatonic University. The carriage fell into silence again, although this time it was awe that filled the space, rather than anticipation.
The carriage ground to a halt, and the driver's voice finally broke the spell as he called out.
"Mister Red, Mister Cobalt, and Lady Gold."
The door swung open, and the three guests suddenly found themselves under intense scrutiny. Even those who had never seen her before knew who they now faced. Avery Wildes was strikingly beautiful, even in her fifties. Light grey, almost white, hair pulled back, and a simple black mask doing nothing to conceal her sharp features and high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes glanced between the three guests for a moment, before the edge in them vanished in an instant, and a warm smile crossed the woman's face.
"It's good to see you all. I hope Parker kept the journey smooth."
@Lady Selune No problem at all. Looking forward to seeing what Renee gets up to next.
For everyone else, if you haven't posted yet, then try and get on it the next couple of days. I've been battling through some deadlines, so I've been fairly lax on the posting recently, but the last deadline is this afternoon, so I'll be able to focus a lot more here. Let's see those posts.
For everyone else, if you haven't posted yet, then try and get on it the next couple of days. I've been battling through some deadlines, so I've been fairly lax on the posting recently, but the last deadline is this afternoon, so I'll be able to focus a lot more here. Let's see those posts.
@Dark Cloud Good to have you back. If you need to step back for any reason again, just let me know.
@Kazemitsu Thanks for letting me know. I'm happy to let you take a step back, and NPC Drachen. I'll do my best to keep him alive, and if/when you find yourself with more free time, he'll be waiting for you.
@tokkiya I'm happy to keep you in mind if a space frees up! Just from quickly reading over your sheet, you might need to tweak your traits a little. The idea is that you have three positive and three negative, and at the moment all six of Benoy's seem positive?
Either there's a 'with' missing in there somewhere, or Opportunity is just very friendly to strangers!
"I take if from your get up that you are headed for Wilde Hall? You are welcome to ride me, an apology for interrupting your run with my body," she said with a snicker.
Either there's a 'with' missing in there somewhere, or Opportunity is just very friendly to strangers!
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H. P. Lovecraft
The dark figure still didn't move from the ground, the wild eyes watching Simon Hart for a moment, before the face twisted into a smile, and barking laughter echoed down the alleyway. Simon was suddenly painfully aware of how dark the alleyway was, and how far he was from the relative safety of the lit street. With the words of the madman still in his mind, and the manic laughter ringing in his ears, he turned, quickly retracing his steps.
Stepping through the scattered trashcans, Simon pushed on, still catching his breath. The chase had been impulsive, reckless even, but it had been worth it. The words were still turning in his head, his mind racing to piece them together. It wasn't enough though. Even as he had been listening to the warning, he had known that it was only sparking his curiosity more. He had a piece of the puzzle, but to truly cut to the heart of it, then he had no choice but to ignore the madman's warning, and venture into the Wilde Woods, and into Wilde Hall itself.
Stepping out of the alleyway, Simon glanced along the street. The two figures that had been waiting there the last time he stood at the mouth of the alley were gone, as was the carriage itself, the jaws of the Wilde Woods not even more shrouded in shadow. But he was not alone. Even as he watched, a tall, well-built man came down the street, clearly making his way towards the edge of the Wilde Woods. Before Simon could call out, or do anything to try and catch his attention, a shape detached itself from the shadows, revealing itself as a slender woman as it stepped into the half-light.
For the second time, Simon seemed to be arriving at the gathering late, but this time, there was no madman to distract him, and the clock was ticking. Perhaps now was the time for Simon to start meeting the other guests.
Another guest, and hopefully enough for everyone to sink their teeth into! Sorry for the slow pace over the last couple of updates. My workload has been pretty hectic, but the good news is that a lot of it drops away in a couple of weeks. Thank you to all of you for sticking with this, I'm really enjoying the group, and we haven't even gotten to the house yet!
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