The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)
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				Title: <strong>The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:23:21</strong>
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				Please read the rules thread<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47690.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47690.0)<br>and send me a PM before starting.&nbsp; &nbsp;I may limit the number of active adventurers at a time, but you'll get your turn.<br><br><br><br><strong>The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth</strong><br><br><br><strong>Story<br></strong><br>Somewhere in old Europe, there is an ancient forest on the outskirts of a small town.&nbsp; It does not appear on any map, but locals call it 'The Lost Woods'.&nbsp; For as far back as the town records go, there have been tales of an ancient tomb deep in the sea of trees, filled with unimaginable wealth.&nbsp; There are stories of adventurers exiting the woods with backpacks full of gold and jewels, packed to the brim with as much as they could carry.&nbsp; Any that went back for more... never returned.<br><br>It's been centuries since anyone has exited the forest alive.&nbsp; Each year, hundreds of adventurers enter.&nbsp; Not a single one has ever been seen again.&nbsp; <br><br>If an adventurer were to walk into the forest today, what they'd find is a manor built at its very center.&nbsp; But what the adventurers won't know is that the manor itself was built over the labyrinth's entrance two-hundred-and-thirty-eight years ago.&nbsp; It now extends deep underground, and has become part of the labyrinth itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Wealth and more await those brave enough to enter, if they manage to evade the countless threats that fill the manor and labyrinth.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it is unlikely that any will survive long enough to tell their tales.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:25:17</strong>
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				OOC <br>First up:&nbsp; Alice Bond, played by September.<br><br>After hours of walking through the forest, the Alice Bond comes across a large stone wall.&nbsp; It is eight feet tall and rimmed with barbed wire; there is no way for the her to pass over it with her current equipment.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking along its edge, the she eventually reaches a huge gate, as tall as the wall and twice as wide, each half decorated with a golden leaf emblem.&nbsp; Beyond the gate sits a giant manor, three stories tall and several hundred feet wide.&nbsp; Its external walls are built of gray stones, with frequent but small windows dotting its side. A brown tile roof slants down at a steep angle.&nbsp; &nbsp;The gate is not locked.<br><br>Pushing through, the adventurer steps onto pavement.&nbsp; There is an impeccable driveway leading up to the manor and encircling a flowing fountain.&nbsp; How or why a driveway was built is beyond comprehension, as there isn't the slightest possibility of an automobile making its way through the forest.&nbsp; Open lawn extends to each side of the drive, with the occasional tree blocking the line of sight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 20:09:45</strong>
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				<strong>Alice Bond</strong> is the only daughter of Henry Armitage Bond, the famous British archaeologist.&nbsp; She spent her youth following her father to dig sites, museums and lecture halls around the world.<br><br>1917 saw him killed in an avalanche in Nepal.&nbsp; Alice quickly found that - despite her quick wits, courage and lifetime of study under his genius - the chauvinist world of archaeology has been reluctant to accept her as his intellectual successor.&nbsp; Now her inheritance is running out and she is desperate.<br><br>For the past two years she has been quietly completing his work in tracing a long-lost European tomb.&nbsp; After a dozen fruitless trips to various spooky sites, she finds herself investigating an old forest the locals call "The Lost Wood"...<br><br>(http://www.studio-era.com/Images/1920_flapper_01.jpg)<br><br><em>Alice enters the forest looking less glamorous in a brown leather flying jacket, a shirt, and grey trousers tucked into a pair of battered hiking boots.&nbsp; She has a rucksack full of kit and is armed with a Webley revolver.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 20:35:04</strong>
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				<strong>Alice Bond</strong><br><br>My feet have been killing me and the pack feels like it weighs a ton, but upon the sight of that wall all my discomfort vanishes in a rush of excitement.&nbsp; I've <em>found it!</em>&nbsp; The golden leaf emblem is exactly as father had sketched it.<br><br>I sit outside those gates for a long time, sipping water from my canteen and just thinking about father.&nbsp; He'd been on the right track.&nbsp; If he'd survived he would have found this place.&nbsp; I find the realisation enormously comforting; I'm not bettering him.&nbsp; I'm just continuing his work.<br><br>The minutes tick by, and after a time I feel rested enough to continue.&nbsp; I get to my feet, and pull the pack back onto my shoulders.&nbsp; I unbuckle the pistol holster at my hip and withdraw the Webley, checking it one more time.&nbsp; It's not so much the tomb I'm concerned about - I've been in scores, and each time the residents have been dead peaceful, no trouble at all - but a girl travelling alone has to be careful, and any of the yokels from the village could follow the carvings I'd made on the trees on my way here.<br><br>I push the gate open and head inside - and I immediately realise something is seriously amiss.&nbsp; Is this place <em>occupied?</em>&nbsp; The lawns should be thick undergrowth and the drive should be...well, anything but impeccable.<br><br><em>Odd.</em>&nbsp; I head off the driveway and onto the lawn, skirting off to the right around the inside wall.&nbsp; I plan to walk around the perimeter, sizing up the manor from all angles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:18:52</strong>
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				<br>The height of the grass is of a uniform height across the entire lawn, but there are no signs of clippings, nor does the grass appear to have been freshly cut.&nbsp; The trees, too, appear perfectly pruned.&nbsp; There is not a single stray branch or leaf to be found on the ground.<br><br>Though Alice set out from town early in the morning, it is already late afternoon.&nbsp; She has only a few hours before the sun starts to set, and even less time before the sun is obscured by the forest trees.<br><br>Beyond the edge of the manor, the wall turns ninety degrees, following the building which it encloses.&nbsp; There is little of note on the lawn except for the occasional fountain or statue.&nbsp; The statues appear to be various mythological persons or creatures; Alice can see one of Cupid, another of Zeus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:27:02</strong>
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				I keep walking, doing a full circuit.&nbsp; I'm trying to take in all the details of the manor, especially entrances - how many ways in and out of this place are there?<br><br>Once my walk is over, I stroll across the grass and start peeking through windows, trying to get a sense of the interior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:16:26</strong>
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				The building goes is a giant square as far as Alice can tell from the outside, extending the same way in each of the four directions.&nbsp; &nbsp; The wall extends farther than the house in back, leaving room for several structures.<br><br>Farthest back is what appears to be a barn, yet made out of stone much like the the manor itself it.&nbsp; There are no windows in which to look.<br><br>The second structure is a large wooden gazebo, nearer to the manor than the barn.<br><br>Coming full circle around the house, Alice can see lights coming from the third floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:32:01</strong>
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				<em>I wonder who lives here?</em>&nbsp; Look before you leap, father had always said.&nbsp; Having completed my circuit I head back to the barn, attempting to enter through the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:03:32</strong>
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				Alice tries the barn door, but it is locked.&nbsp; &nbsp;The doors are made of thick metal, and show no signs of rust as if they were brand new.&nbsp; Three huge padlocks keep the two halves of the door firmly in place.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:17:51</strong>
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				<em>This can't be the right place.</em>&nbsp; My brow is furrowed as I traipse toward the gazebo, the other thing I want to check out before I just head to the front door of the manor.&nbsp; I'm deep in thought.&nbsp; This <em>can't</em> be the right place.&nbsp; I've followed false leads before; this must just be another.&nbsp; <em>Damn it!</em><br><br>Oh, well, at least there are lights coming on inside the main house.&nbsp; I suppose might get a place at dinner...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:20:34</strong>
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				The front door bears the same golden leaf emblem that adorned the main gate.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is unlocked.&nbsp; Alice can either knock politely, or enter on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 09:51:42</strong>
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				Manners are still important.&nbsp; I knock a few times, and wait...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:37:35</strong>
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				A woman in a maid's uniform answers the door within ten seconds.&nbsp; She looks to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, with smooth skin and sleek red hair tied into a ponytail.&nbsp; <br><br>She speaks with a light British accent.&nbsp; “Do come in.&nbsp; One of the other guests saw you wandering the perimeter.&nbsp; We were wondering when you'd come in.”<br><br>She opens the door wide and steps to the side, letting Alice in to the foyer.<br><br>The room is at least fifty feet across, and over thirty feet wide.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two stairways rise on each side leading up to the second floor, and then turns and leads up to the third.&nbsp; The floor is made of shiny marble tile.&nbsp; The interior walls are made of ornate varnished wood.&nbsp; Potted plants line the perimeter every few fight, while paintings decorate the walls.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:50:24</strong>
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				"Thank you."&nbsp; I step inside, glancing around the tastefully-appointed foyer.&nbsp; "This is a very charming room."&nbsp; I wait for the maid to lead me somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:49:32</strong>
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				The maid leads Alice across the foyer and to the back stairs, leading her up to the second floor landing.&nbsp; “I'm Jennifer,” she says, “Guests like you are my responsibility.”<br><br>They take a right, heading into the East wing of the manor.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is dimly lit and wide.&nbsp; A posh red carpet goes down its middle.&nbsp; There are at four doors on each side of the hallway, and presumably more beyond where the hallway turns along the far wall.&nbsp; <br><br><br>They stop at the last door on the left.<br><br>“... and this would be your room.&nbsp; We normally don't have large meals together, so the chef left a little something for you to eat.”&nbsp; She points down at a little basket on the floor.&nbsp; A milk bottle raises the lid slightly.&nbsp; The rest of the food cannot be seen.&nbsp; “Feel free to roam around manor.&nbsp; Some of the doors might be locked, but that's only for the privacy of the other guests.&nbsp; I'm in charge of accommodating the guests, so if you need anything feel free to ring the service bell.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 02:39:01</strong>
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				"Thank you.&nbsp; That will be all."&nbsp; I wait for her to leave, and click the door shut behind her.<br><br><em>How very, very odd.</em><br><br>I slide the pack off my shoulders and into a corner.&nbsp; It's been a long day's hike and I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more than a hot bath and a meal, but the incongruous normality of this place has me feeling uneasy.&nbsp; I start carrying out a detailed search of "my" room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:20:22</strong>
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				The room is approximately square, around thirty-by-thirty feet.&nbsp; A thick white carpet covers every inch of the floor, an unusual site for the era.&nbsp; There is little furniture except a bed with a white&nbsp; &nbsp; awning, a wide dresser with three mirrors set atop it, an ornate wardrobe, and a leather armchair with gold studs keeping poking through, keeping its skin in place.&nbsp; &nbsp;A yellow rope dangles from the ceiling next to the bed.<br><br>The back window looks down on a courtyard, of which the manor surrounds on all four sides.&nbsp; There is a gray well a hood and bucket.&nbsp; Several benches are scattered around the snaking walkway that passes through the courtyard, while flowers, bushes, and small patches of grass fill the rest of the yard.&nbsp; Everything is as perfectly pruned and shaped as the outer yard was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 16:18:14</strong>
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				I continue my search, opening the dresser drawers and peering inside the wardrobe.&nbsp; Finally I look inside the little basket on the floor.&nbsp; This place is so odd, I'm half expecting the milk bottle to be labelled: "DRINK ME".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 01:13:37</strong>
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				The dresser is filled with very little, only several pairs of male and female undergarments of varying sizes, all made of white cotton.&nbsp; The smallest pair looks a bit too small, while the size one larger looks too big.&nbsp; Also included are several towels.&nbsp; The wardrobe is empty.<br><br>In the basket outside the door are the glass jar of milk, two dinner rolls and a bowl with several slices of steak.&nbsp; The rolls and meat are still warm, while the milk is still cold.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 19:45:38</strong>
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				The smell of the cooling meat and bread elicits a sympathetic growl from my stomach, which I resolve to ignore until I have figured out exactly what this place is.<br><br>I pull the bell cord and wait for the return of the maid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 21:14:47</strong>
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				The maid arrives a few minutes later, knocking the door politely and asking, “You rang?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 17:58:39</strong>
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				"Yes.&nbsp; Will you show me to the drawing room?&nbsp; I should like to meet some of the other guests."<br><br>I'm hardly dressed to impress - in fact, I haven't gone to dinner armed since that time in the Hindu Kush - but this place is so odd I'm not sure the maid will bat an eyelid at my appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 01:28:14</strong>
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				The maid gives a slight nod.&nbsp; “Very well,” she says, turning her back and leading Alice down the hall, back to where they came.&nbsp; “Most of the guests keep to themselves, but I think I saw Mr. Woods&nbsp; in the halls. <br><br>Together they walk down the stairs to the entrance foyer.&nbsp; The sounds of a piano etude can be heard louder and louder as they walk to the door right from the entrance.&nbsp; It is clearly the source of the music.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As they near, the door opens, and a young woman steps out.&nbsp; She is short-- just around 5'6”-- and is wearing a pure white dress.&nbsp; It is tight around her considerable bust, pushing it up and out.&nbsp; The bottom of the dress spreads out in a great billow.&nbsp; Her Caucasian skin is completely without blemishes and shows no signs of tanning. Her straight blond hair dangles across her shoulders. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That man,” she mutters, slamming the drawing room door behind her.&nbsp; “One of these days...”&nbsp; She stops mid sentence, her attention snapping to the maid and guest.&nbsp; “Oh?&nbsp; Is she a new guest?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 21:39:28</strong>
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				I wait a fraction of a second, waiting for the maid to introduce me, before I realise the poor dear probably has no idea who I am.&nbsp; "Alice Bond; how do you do."&nbsp; I bow my head politely.&nbsp; "The music is not to your taste?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 03:53:51</strong>
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				The woman nods in return.&nbsp; “Olivia Dew,” she says with a smile.&nbsp; “And no, it isn't the music that bothers me.&nbsp; It is the musician that bothers me.&nbsp; He still hasn't learned how to play nicely with others. She strolls past the maid and the guest, heading for the back of the central hall.&nbsp; “The courtyard sounds like a much more pleasant place to spend the evening than with that baboon.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 18:24:59</strong>
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				"Hmm!&nbsp; Charmed."&nbsp; I'm talking to myself, not the maid: I was raised too well to chit chat with the help.&nbsp; I nod to her to open the door for me, and prepare to meet this pianist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 21:55:57</strong>
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				“Mr. Woods” sits at the piano in the far corner of the drawing room, facing the center of the room.&nbsp; Three leather couches and four armchairs rest in a circle on a thick Persian carpet, facing the center of the room as if designed for nights of skillful conversation.&nbsp; There is a fireplace on the far side of the room, but there is no sign of wood, fire, or even ash in its cavity.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Alice nears, the pianist stops.&nbsp; He stops his music and stands, then takes a few quick steps towards Alice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah, a new guest?” he says, English but in a strong German accent.&nbsp; His imposing figure is over six feet tall.&nbsp; His hair is short and blond, his skin only slightly tan.&nbsp; He gives a quick, courteous bow.&nbsp; “My name is Stephen Woods, and welcome to the manor.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 23:02:42</strong>
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				"Bond.&nbsp; Alice Bond."&nbsp; I offer Woods my hand, wondering whether he'll shake it or kiss it.&nbsp; This place is so normal I have to fight to keep from relaxing.<br><br>"This is an interesting place.&nbsp; Rather...off the beaten track, eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 05:31:02</strong>
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				Stephen bends over, takes her hand in his, and kisses it lightly.&nbsp; “It's a pleasure to meet you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Not really.&nbsp; We get peace and quiet here in the forest.&nbsp; It's a perfect place to live a serene existence.&nbsp; There's nowhere else quite like it.&nbsp; What brings you out this way, if you don't mind me asking?&nbsp; You can stay as long as you like, but it helps keep track of what people are expecting out of their visit.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 22:23:47</strong>
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				"Well, I'm..." I think for a moment and decide the truth will serve as well as a lie.&nbsp; "I'm an archaeologist.&nbsp; Is it possible that this place is built over an old tomb?&nbsp; Have you ever heard anybody talking about anything like that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:52:03</strong>
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				He pauses for a moment before answering.&nbsp; “I think I've heard something to that effect, but I&nbsp; haven't seen anything to substantiate such rumors.&nbsp; This manor is far nicer than any dank old tomb could ever be.”
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				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:39:44</strong>
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				"Who owns this place?&nbsp; Could you tell me anything about its history?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 03:14:36</strong>
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				Stephen answers, “The manor has several owners, myself being one of them.&nbsp; We have a bit of a... sharing system in place.&nbsp; I'm not one of the original owners, but I'm told it is much older than it appears.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 08:46:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lillian Jacobs</strong> <br><br>(character profile: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47690.msg2308343#msg2308343 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47690.msg2308343#msg2308343)<br>&nbsp;)<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I've been following the wall for some time, and been wandering the forest longer still. I'm hoping this wall contains some sign of civilization - the sun is well below the trees,&nbsp; and I should have found a place to sleep an hour ago. I've slept in bushes and worse during early days of the war, but the war is over, and underbrush had lost it's appeal as a bed long prior to that. I suppose I can always sleep up against the wall if nothing else ... but there it is! A gate! Just in time too...I jog to the gate and push in, finding it unlocked.<br><br>&nbsp; What's the point of a gate if it isn't locked? I note to keep an eye out - with so many rumors flying about treasure in these woods, you'd think these folks would be worried about intruders. There are lights in the window, so there's somebody home ... quickly I crouch along the outer wall, mostly out of sight, and carefully remove my boots, then strip off my pants. I proceed to pull a long skirt out of my bag, quickly pulling it on and straightening it as best I can, then replace my boots and the bootknife. It might look less odd to come in dressed like some kind of hiker, but I have always found it pays to look your best when meeting a mark - and everyone is a mark. Plus, it's always a good idea to look helpless when you are approaching people who might have something to defend. I consider hiding my rucksack, but it would look even stranger to come completely unprepared, and leaving my gun makes me jumpy.<br><br>&nbsp; I shoulder my pack and head to the door, knocking loudly and hoping it's not so late as to seem questionable. If they turn me away, I can always come back better equipped for exploring unseen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 09:03:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Annie Weaver</strong></div><br>When Stumbling into the open glade of the manors front yard I felt my knees give way, after lying staring at the sky catching my breath for a moment I saw to take off my boots.&nbsp; <br><br>Manicured grass ? <br><br>"Best not question blessings" &nbsp;I mused to myself, a habit I formed after being so often out-casted by others at school.<br><br>After letting the grass massage my feet I stood, stretched, rubbed my sword-arm's shoulder that had become thoroughly sore from slicing through dense foliage and pondered my surroundings. <br><br>"Huh ? What is a <em>house </em>the size of this doing here ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 05:03:13</strong>
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				OOC: &nbsp;I'll denote who I'm narrating for with @Character comments. &nbsp;<br><br><br><br>@Lillian&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Lillian knocks, but there does not appear to be an answer. &nbsp;However, moments before she turns to leave or try the door for herself, it swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a white nightgown. &nbsp;Her curled black hair barely touches her shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She speaks in a distinct and clear American accent. &nbsp;"Another guest? &nbsp;Fine, fine, come in. &nbsp;You're late for dinner, but I'll have the chef bring up some food for you. &nbsp;I'm Agatha, one of the maids here at the manor." &nbsp;She opens the door wide and takes a step back to allow Lillian inside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The foyer is at least fifty feet across, and over thirty feet wide. &nbsp; Two stairways rise on each side leading up to the second floor, and then turns and leads up to the third. &nbsp;The floor is made of shiny marble tile. &nbsp;The interior walls are made of ornate varnished wood. &nbsp;Potted plants line the perimeter every few fight, while paintings decorate the walls. &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 05:16:26</strong>
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				@ Annie<br><br>There is no sign of light or life in the manor. &nbsp;All three floors stretch East and West without the slightest hint of motion in its small exterior windows. &nbsp;<br><br>A front lawn extends to both sides of the front driveway, the grass, trees, and bushes all pruned perfectly without the slightest stray blade, leaf, or twig. &nbsp;As far as Annie can see, the manor too is perfect. &nbsp;There are no missing shingles, broken glass, or peeling sections of paint. &nbsp;In the far distance, the massive wall that Annie traced around bends ninety degrees and runs along each side of the manor.<br><br>The sun is already well below the tree line. &nbsp;Fortunately, the the moon is near full and should offer a decent guidance should she fail to find shelter soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 06:13:53</strong>
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				<br>I placed my boots on again then strolled up to the manor. I thought skirting the manor would seem rude if any were watching, as they seemed to have the windows for doing so. <br><br>I walk to the front door and knock solidly three times. <br><br>"Hello is there anyone here ?"<br><br>[OOC - I was thinking that Annie would be and so so at fensing, an expert in hypnotism, - was visualising ventriloquism also (Ie she has mastered voice skills - but I forgot to add it - is it ok if she does or do you prefer her as she is ..&nbsp; ) ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 06:19:40</strong>
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				<br>@Annie (Kate)<br>OOC: That's fine, but I won't guarantee that hypnotism works on those that Annie comes across throughout the story.&nbsp; As long as your text makes it clear that you're doing something related to ventriloquism, I'll keep it mind.<br><br><br>Annie stands there for several minutes, but nobody answers the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 06:47:39</strong>
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				[OOC : I wasn't expecting that her skills would effect everything - but it is what she has ... ]<br><br><br>Rumors of people building in places like this because they were part of some evil cult and could do what they pleased without worrying about authorities wasn't exactly the sort of people I wanted to be rubbing shoulders with, to try and fathom more I thought to press my ear against the door and listen to anything that may be going on.<br><br>Thoughts of those horror stories of someone watching for this and thrusting a stake threw the door uneased me but surely those things are just stories.<br><br>While listening I rested my hand on the hilt of my sword, doing so was comforting and if safe, another habit I thought may be a suitable to adopt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 08:53:37</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; I smile politely as I step through the door, glad I won't be sleeping outside tonight. Odd place to find a yank, though - and what guests? "Excuse me miss - did you say another guest?" I bat my eyes, the picture of feminine confusion "I'm supposed to be meeting a friend here, and I'm afraid I've no idea what the occasion is... is there to be a gathering of some sort?"<br><br>&nbsp; I scan the area as I wait for a response - if there's wealth hidden in this forest, a place like this isn't a bad place to start looking for it. I squint at the paintings, mentally calculating their worth. What's a place like this doing in the middle of nowhere? How are guests arriving, for that matter? <br><br>&nbsp; Something is wrong here - but I ignore it for the moment, keeping my muscles relaxed, voice unconcerned. I have plenty of time to work out the angles after I'm settled in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 00:42:55</strong>
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				@ALL:<br>I had mentioned this in the original query thread, but just to remind the players actions are staggered in time.&nbsp; You might find the effects, but the players are not necessarily occupying the same space at the same time.&nbsp; How a player's actions affect other players (and the future) is one of the aspects of the game that I hope makes it interesting.&nbsp; I'm not going to explicitly tell you when you are, either.<br><br>@Annie (Kate)<br>Annie rests with her ear against the front door, attempting to hear any activity within the manor.&nbsp; However, she does not hear anything coming from inside.&nbsp; As far as she can tell, it is abandoned, but the perfectly kept lawn says otherwise.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 01:39:16</strong>
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				@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>The maid answers, “We get a lot of traffic coming through the manor, and we've been told to allow quarter to any who arrive.&nbsp; There's no meeting planned, it's just that the owners don't like the thought of people being left to die in the woods.&nbsp; This manor is the safe haven in an otherwise treacherous forest.&nbsp; Come, let me show you to your room.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leads Lillian across the foyer and up the left flight of stairs.&nbsp; At the upstairs landing, they&nbsp; turn into the East wing.&nbsp; “I don't believe anybody here is expecting you.&nbsp; Whoever you were to meet with may have gotten lost in the wilderness.”&nbsp; The hall is wide and unlit.&nbsp; A posh red carpet goes down its middle.&nbsp; There are at least four doors on each side of the hallway, and presumably more beyond where the hallway turns along the far wall.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They stop outside the second door on the left.&nbsp; “This is your room. I'll be along with a supper basket later this evening.&nbsp; You can roam around the manor as much as you like.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:12:33</strong>
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				<br>I believed it was abandoned and tried the door, if it opened I would enter saying <br><br>"hello is anyone here mind if I come in? The place seems deserted and the door was open"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:53:07</strong>
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				@Annie (Kate)<br>The door is locked, and it does not feel like there is any give in either the door or handle.&nbsp; There is a&nbsp; keyhole above the knob, but nothing can be seen through it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 08:02:46</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; "About how many people do you think are here currently?" I ask casually as I am led up the stairs "it doesn't seem like it would get many visitors. I thought I was lost for sure!"<br><br>&nbsp; I keep a close eye out for side passages that might be worth exploring later, or anything of obvious value along the walls. "maybe they went elsewhere - they're a flighty bunch." I say at the mention of my "friends" - I don't want to spend all weekend pretending to be awaiting non existent friends. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As we pull up to my room, I thank the maid, then carry on before she can leave.&nbsp; "I'm sure I can have fun even if my friend *doesn't* show up. It must be a most interesting sort of people who come here" I add with a grin. In my experience, the help are often more tuned in than the masters of the house, and much happier to share what they know. I think about naming my friend "Brian"... a few stories of torrid weekends with single men can get some maids dropping every rumor they've ever heard in exchange for a few juicy tidbits. This lady looks a little too religious, though... I stick with "friends". <br><br>&nbsp; I like that I can roam as I like, whatever her response. Saves me from making up any more stories for the moment. I plan to do some roaming right after dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 02:33:39</strong>
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				<br>@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid answers her question, “We aren't supposed to talk about the other guests.&nbsp; Many of them like to maintain their privacy.”&nbsp; She lets Lillian into the room, then bows and leaves.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The room is approximately square, around thirty-by-thirty feet.&nbsp; A thick white carpet covers every inch of the floor, an unusual site for the era.&nbsp; There is little furniture except a bed with a white&nbsp; &nbsp; awning against the right wall, a wide dresser with three mirrors set atop it, an ornate wardrobe, and a leather armchair with gold studs keeping poking through, keeping its skin in place.&nbsp; &nbsp;A yellow rope dangles from the ceiling next to the bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The window looks out into the front yard, through narrow windows each less than a foot wide, and about six times as times.&nbsp; The spacing between the windows is roughly the same as their width.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid returns a few minutes later to set the dinner basket outside Lillian's door.&nbsp; She knocks a quick few times to signal her present, but leaves before Lillian answers the door, should she choose to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:17:57</strong>
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				[OOC Monceto I might pull out this is moving a little too slow for my character, but how Devi is developing sounds interesting you both enjoy ]<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:49:49</strong>
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				@Kate:<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Are you sure?&nbsp; Your story isn't necessarily unraveling slower. I'm just making each of your experiences different, slight variations that will change how the story unfolds, and who you meet around the manor.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 08:19:43</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; I frown, pacing the room ... that was the least helpful maid in history. I look through the drawers halfheartedly - I doubt there's anything interesting there. It's only a few minutes before the maid is back - as curious as I am, I'm hungrier still. As fast as I get to the door, the maid is gone faster - I can't tell if she's scared or just intent on being a pain. Either way, I snatch up my food and flop onto the armchair to eat. I'm not especially suspicious of the food, but if it tastes off I'm likely to set it aside. As I eat, I scan the room thoughtfully. Pretty average room, all things considered. <br><br>&nbsp; Assuming nothing interesting happens while I eat, I finish up and stand. Something is nagging at me, but I'm not sure what yet. I pull the rope experimentally, but the rope isn't an odd fixture. After a moment of thought, I realize what's been nagging me - the carpet. I head to the nearest corner and see if I can tug up part of the carpet - I can't imagine what would be under a carpet, but then, I can't imagine the point of throwing down that much carpet if there isn't anything, either. I feel silly even trying, honestly, but I've found it always pays to be curious. I'm impatient to talk to some of the other guests, but this just takes a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 16:27:15</strong>
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				@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something about the food tastes funny, but Lillian devours it too fast to notice exactly what.&nbsp; The only thing she notices about the small tray of meat, dinner rolls, and milk, is that the milk is the most delicious she's ever had.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The carpet comes up rather easily.&nbsp; At first, it seems like nothing out of the ordinary, but then she notices the stain.&nbsp; It is old and dry, so thoroughly soaked into the boards near the bed that it cannot ever be removed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a deep, dark shade of a reddish-brown.&nbsp; As she stands looking at the stain, a strange sensation comes over her.&nbsp; She feels mysteriously empowered, as if she could do anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;Any trace of tiredness she may have had is gone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A knock comes at the door while the carpet is still peeled up. “You rang, dear?” asks the maid from the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 07:19:25</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; I brush my fingers against the stain, a heady rush flowing through me as the maid knocks. "One moment!" I call, pushing the carpet back into some semblance of order. Finishing up I head to the door, tossing it open. "Is there anywhere here other guests are likely to gather?" I ask, grinning and bright eyed - I feel on top of the world, in spite of the little voice in my mind saying "Was that blood? That was obviously blood...". <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I've taken on worse than a stain before, and I'm not going to let it bother me - I'm feeling on top of my game, no point sitting back and wasting the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 03:19:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid answers “I don't believe any of the guests are socializing this evening. Sorry.”&nbsp; She stands in her place, expecting more questions.&nbsp; “Is that all you rang for?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 11:15:35</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I frown at the maid, irritated by her continuing uselessness. "You are hopeless." I say, pushing past her. It's not really the maid's fault, but I don't have the patience for it tonight. "Can you tell me where the guests would be most likely to gather in the morning?" I pause, softening my features. No point completely burning this bridge. "Sorry, I'm a bit flustered tonight - I just mean to ask the general layout of the place. I was expecting company, you know... I'm a bit out of my depth."<br><br>&nbsp; I smile as nicely as I can... I'm ready for anything, and this silly little maid offers me nothing but annoyances. My fingers tap impatiently as I await a response, my friendly smile pasted on. Back home, she'd be scurrying at my slightest word, and not because I'd leave her a better tip - because she'd wind up blackjacked and tossed in a river if she didn't. The thought helps make my smile a bit warmer as I wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 12:28:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47737.msg2310883#msg2310883">Quote from: Monceto on 06-10-2009, 03:14:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Stephen answers, “The manor has several owners, myself being one of them.&nbsp; We have a bit of a... sharing system in place.&nbsp; I'm not one of the original owners, but I'm told it is much older than it appears.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Fascinating," I reply, more frustrated than fascinated.&nbsp; I didn't come here for a weekend break.&nbsp; "You don't mind if I explore the place a little?&nbsp; Are there any areas I should steer clear of?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 00:57:10</strong>
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				@ Alice (September)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Be our guest,” he answers, giving a slight bow and wave of his arm.&nbsp; “My only recommendation would be to not barge into other people's rooms.&nbsp; Many of them like their peace and quiet, and they would be most upset if you were to interrupt them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As for places of interest, I rather like the gazebo in the backyard, though I don't believe anything of note is happening there tonight.&nbsp; It's after dark, so I doubt you'd see much back there anyways.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 01:51:37</strong>
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				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid steps aside to let Lillian pass, letting out an offended grunt in the process.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Some of the guests eat in the dining room in the morning, but it isn't necessary.&nbsp; Many of the guests will either wait for food in their room, or make it themselves if a chef isn't around.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You want to know about the manor's layout? Uh...” She thinks for a moment.&nbsp; “It's quite simple, really.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The manor itself&nbsp; is a giant square, with a courtyard in the middle, and the front door facing due South.&nbsp; &nbsp;To it's east is the drawing room.&nbsp; We hold meetings there sometimes, and a few of the guests like playing the piano. To its West is the Billiards room, though other games get played there as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The East wing of the first floor is the dining room.&nbsp; The West wing is the art gallery.&nbsp; The North East corner is the kitchen.&nbsp; The North wing is the ballroom, and it has a high ceiling so nothing is above it on the higher floors.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The Second floor, both the South and side wings are just bedrooms.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The attic... is off limits.&nbsp; A few of the guests are quite territorial about what they have up there, I don't think they'd appreciate.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The barn, gazebo, and a garden are in the back yard.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And I think that's everything.&nbsp; The elevator borders the Billiards room, but it's broken, I think.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Is that all?” she asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 12:04:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;The art wing gets my attention briefly, but as soon as she says to stay out of the attic, that is right where I want to be ... but getting up there might be tough. I can't just ask her how without looking suspicious... I consider threatening her for it, but quickly dismiss it. I'll just have to keep an eye out for an entrance. "What's wrong with the elevator?" I ask. If it runs to the attic, I might be able to figure out a way in, even if it is broken.<br><br>&nbsp; I think of another tactic, waving back towards my room. "I have some valuables in my bag - is that something I could store in the attic? Or is it only for certain guests?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:35:38</strong>
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				@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Referring to the elevator, the maid says, “It's broken.&nbsp; Don't ask me how to fix it.&nbsp; I wouldn't know.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As to the second question, the maid looks taken aback at the suggestion.&nbsp; “If you want something stored, keep it in your room.&nbsp; What on Earth would make you think the attic would be a better storage space than in your own room?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 08:48:08</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; I narrow my eyes at the maid, my lip curling slightly. "What on earth makes YOU think you can speak to your guests that way? Maybe I think the attic is less likely to have irritating maids crawling through it, picking through my belongings." I stomp past the maid towards the billiards room, fuming. Who is she to question me?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I stalk down the hall, frowning furiously. I've lost any favor I may have gained with the maid, and I've yet to see anyone else - but hell, how can I be expected to put up with such people? I consider going back for my gun, but I'm not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing I left without something I needed. I have a knife, that should be enough. <br><br>&nbsp;I'm already kicking myself ... once again, a flash of temper has put me in a spot. My little outburst will probably have made it into the ear of everyone here by morning. Oh well, just have to deal with it. I keep my eyes peeled as I travel, examining every door, every hallway and nook. Never know what might pop up of interest. Soon I'll check out the billiards room, and see what I can find at the elevator. A way up the shaft? Unmentioned floors? At the least, I might be able to pop my head out and get an idea how high up the attic is. Not much, but it's a place to start.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 03:40:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lillian heads towards the foyer, checking out each door as she passes.&nbsp; Each appears to be identical to the door of her own guest bedroom, with a small keyhole just above their nobs.&nbsp; However, she doesn't stop to check them out too closely or if they're locked, the maid still standing down the hall, watching Lillian's every action.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The view from the second floor landing is more impressive than it was from the ground level.&nbsp; A huge mural of a tree is built into the floor tiles, so large that it was impossible to discern from the up close.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A central flight of stairs leads up to a third floor landing.&nbsp; Several upholstered chairs and wooden tables are placed about, leading to the impression that it is just one of many small meeting areas around the manor.&nbsp; Double doors on either side of the landing are locked, with both locks above the door knobs and thicker bolts locked higher up.&nbsp; As she stands atop the stairs, the maid walks down to the first floor, and heads into the East wing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Descending the stairs, Lillian checks out the elevator.&nbsp; There is a bronze gate in place blocking the shaft, held shut by a large latch; to its side is a small button.&nbsp; If she were to press it, she would hear a ringing coming from up the shaft.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking up or down, however, she cannot see the elevator.&nbsp; There is no exit on the second floor, and the shaft extends further down than Lillian can see.&nbsp; The elevator could be up on the third floor, but it is too dark for her to see its bottom if it is.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the maid out of the way, Lillian can investigate any of these things further, or head into a different room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 09:00:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I don't like the look of the elevator shaft... too dark, too long. I pull out a coin and toss it down the shaft, listening to see when it strikes - I wonder if there's a basement as well? Would be worth checking out. <br><br>&nbsp; For now though, I leave the shaft and head up the stairs to the third floor landing, examining the locks. I listen at the door for a moment to see if anyone appears to be on the other side. If not, and if I think there is any chance I could pick the locks with a hairpin, or use my knife to break or turn the lock, I kneel down and make a go at it. If I think my tinkering will look TOO obvious, I'll hold up and reconsider. I might have to stay here awhile to find what I am after.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 00:47:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The coin clanks against something less than a second later.&nbsp; Shortly after, it clanks again, then again, and again, repeating more times than Lillian can reliably count as it hits many obstructing objects on its way down the elevator shaft-- or whatever the hole may open up into.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her ear up against the door on the third floor balcony, she can hear something, but she can't discern what exactly it is, man or machine.&nbsp; The main lock on the doors is easy to pick, but the extra deadbolts between the double doors is going to require something more to circumvent.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 09:15:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Well, there's only one way to be sure no one is in the room. Keeping my ear to the door, I knock three times - not loudly enough for it to be heard at any distance, but clear enough for anyone in the room itself to hear. I wait a few minutes, listening for any sign of movement or voices. If nothing happens, I look to see how the hinges on the door are set up. If I think I can unscrew the hinges and slide the door out that way in 45 minutes or under, I'm going to try for it. If not, I'm going to go look for a candle or some other light source and check out the elevator shaft a second time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:00:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;OOC: Since you didn't specify which set of doors you worked on, I assumed the West wing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is no response to her knock.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It only takes a few minutes for Lillian to remove the screws from the door the screws are readily exposed, and however tightly they were fitted was not enough to keep her out.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beyond its threshold, the third floor has the appearance of a recently built hospital, with a smooth tile floor, clean walls, and virtually no clutter.&nbsp; Staring down the hallway, she can see that it's left side has windows looking down on the front line, and occasional doors spaced along the right wall.&nbsp; There is nobody in sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 12:09:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I replace the door as best I can without actually resealing it, and crouch down as I move within, holding my knife. If there is anything worthwhile in here, it might have guards. I cup the handle of the knife in my palm, the blade running along my arm - there's a better chance of it going unnoticed that way.<br><br>&nbsp; I creep along, examining the hall and avoiding the windows. I crouch down before the first door, examing it for a lock, then pushing my ear against it. I consider knocking again, but at this point explaining how I got here would more difficult than fleeing and sneaking back into the house later. I flex my grip along the knife, wishing I'd brought my pistol... if I have to flee the house, I'll probably have to leave it behind entirely. I silently curse the maid, then my temper.<br><br>&nbsp; I wait a few more minutes, listening for any sounds within hearing distance, behind this door or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 18:25:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi) &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The doors have small, wide and narrow windows just above eye level.&nbsp; She can just barely see into the rooms.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first room is empty, but appears to be a padded chamber like one would find in an asylum.&nbsp; The second room, however, is not empty.&nbsp; A young blond woman not much older than Lillian is laying on her side, motionless, wearing a straight jacket and nothing else-- not even pants or panties.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next three doors are like hospital rooms, with a single bed against the wall and assorted medical equipment strewn throughout.&nbsp; Everything is white.&nbsp; Two of the rooms are empty, but the third has a patient.&nbsp; From Lillian's brief glance, she appears to be a middle-aged woman with black curly hair.&nbsp; She looks like she is sleeping.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the far end of the hallway is medical station with an examination table, and many cabinets.&nbsp; &nbsp;The room opens to the North into another hallway, which Lillian does not explore at this time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;None of the doors are locked, as far as Lillian can tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I look into each room, growing more confused by the minute. I'm expecting treasure, guards, safe boxes - what is an asylum doing here? I might be on entirely the wrong track...<br><br>&nbsp; I stand before the blonde womans room for a few minutes, debating. If she's not too crazy, she MIGHT be able to tell me a bit about the layout of the place, if she's seen anything interesting. On the other hand, she might set up screaming, or attack me. Plus, if she's sane enough to tell me anything useful, she is also sane enough to be believed when she tells people I was here.<br><br>&nbsp; I move on, looking through the cabinets in the exam room - I don't know much about drugs, but I'll probably recognize anything used recreationally. I also examine the door North - the lock, whether it has a window, what I can hear behind it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 16:10:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi) <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cabinets contain a variety of sedatives, anesthetics, bandages, linens, splints, as well as several syringes and bottles with contents completely unfamiliar to Lillian.&nbsp; They are either missing labels, or have short abbreviations scrawled on their sides.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The door to the North is unlocked, and a quick peek inside reveals another long hallway.&nbsp; However, there are not doors in place on the side, instead opening up directly into what appears to be a large-- and unoccupied-- infirmary. [/color] 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 00:23:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I tap my foot, irritably. I can feel frustration mounting in me, and I know frustration makes me careless... Is this the secret this place is hiding? An asylum upstairs for relatives of the rich, a few rooms downstairs so they can visit? It can't be that boring! Who would put an asylum in an abandoned forest crawling with would be treasure hunters?<br><br>&nbsp; I don't have time for this - I head back to the section with the patients, looking back in on the blonde girl. I had good reasons not to talk to her before, and they are still good reasons. It's not a good idea. I should wait till morning, scout out the people who are staying here. Oh well.<br><br>&nbsp; I grasp the door handle and push in, trying to be as quiet as possible... if I can get to her before she's awake, maybe I can keep her from seeing me at all. Just one or two questions in a gruff voice, pinning her from behind - it might work. Who'd believe her? A voice in my head asks why *I* would believer her, but I shush it - I've come too far to get nothing from this side trip.<br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 03:58:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl remains motionless, her eyes staring at the wall as Lillian sneaks up behind her.&nbsp; She doesn't resist at all as Devi pins her from behind, nor does she make a noise.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:16:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;I'm more than a little creeped out by this girl, but I still pull my dagger around, holding it to her neck. I feel dizzyingly ridiculous for a moment - here I am threatening an apparent catatonic for information that probably won't help even if I get it, and I'm feeling scared of her! "Tell me what this place is?" I ask her as gruffly as possible - I don't sound much like a man, but it might be enough. "Where's the treasure?" I add, which just makes me feel even more ridiculous. <br><br>&nbsp; I promise myself to forget this entire incident as soon as convenient.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:53:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The patient mumbles incoherently for a few seconds before formulating full words, her voice soft and wispy.&nbsp; “The basement... treasure... it's what we came for.”&nbsp; She makes no attempt to look at her attacker, her eyes gazing wherever her head forces them.&nbsp; “But I...”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tears begin to form in her eyes.&nbsp; Her words become incoherent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 02:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; The basement! I KNEW there was something more down there, I knew it! Whatever i felt a moment ago is forgotten - this was a brilliant idea. I lean down, hissing in her ear "How did you get to the basement? How did they catch you?" I press the knife a bit ahrder for emphasis.<br><br>&nbsp; I don't really expect an answer, but one would be nice. Still, the thought that this empty husk here once had the gumption to seek hidden treasure has me nervous in a way nothing yet has... doubtless she was no ME, but she was somebody once. What happened down there? I slide away once she has spoken, or not. It's time to leave this wing. I check the door to the hall, making sure no one has entered in the time I've been in this room. I'm done here - but I still have to slip out undetected, and replace the doors hinges.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 03:35:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The last words she says coherently are “Cellar” and “Kitchen”.&nbsp; After that, she returns to her near catatonic state, her body slightly trembling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 21:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; The Kitchen, eh? This is shaping up nicely! I slip out of the girl's room and down the hallway, creeping back the the unhinged doors. I pull one back as carefully as I can, looking out to see if anyone is nearby - if not, I slip back out and spend some time replacing the hinges. I'll just head back to my room, pick up a few supplies and head for the kitchen - it might just have been crazy talk, but she seemed to connect the cellar and the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 01:38:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She encounters nobody in her hallway, not on the third floor landing, the hall to her second floor room, or into the dining room on the east side of the manor.&nbsp; A double swinging door leads into the kitchen.&nbsp; It appears to be empty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 08:11:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I grab my gun and pack in my room, putting on a pair of trousers under my skirt - I might need to change fast, depending what happens. As soon as I make it to the kitchen doors I push in, pausing to take in the kitchen as a whole, and the moving to examine anything of interest which stands out. I move quickly, restless - I know there's something in here, there has to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:19:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kitchen is nestled in North-East corner of the manor, adjacent to both the Ballroom to its West and the Dining Room to its South.&nbsp; It is large, roughly five times the size of a regular household kitchen, with additional stoves and counter space for whatever feasts are prepared there.&nbsp; However, much of it appears unused, with clutter only occupying one particular corner of the cooking area.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is empty.&nbsp; At the inside corner is a wooden door, slightly ajar.&nbsp; A quick peek inside reveals a stairway down.&nbsp; There is no light, or any sign of a candle holder or switch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 13:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I frown down the staircase... so close, but so far. What I need now is a light! I think back over what I've seen of the house so far - trying to remember candles, lanterns, candleholders - anything I could use to light my way. I have matches, but that's not something I want to rely on for any amount of time. I suppose I could go back and ask the maid for something, but I'd rather not. Meanwhile, I look around the kitchens for candles and the like - fancy place like this, they might use them for dining.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:46:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few objects attract Lillian's attention as potential light sources.&nbsp; There is wood in the corner of the kitchen and plenty cloth laying around.&nbsp; In the dining room, candelabrum are strewn across the tables, each holding five candles.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lillian also finds a can of oil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 10:58:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I head into the room, grabbing as many chuncks of wood as I can reasonably fit into my bag, and carefully wrapping the top of each with a generous amount of cloth. I grab the five candles as well, sliding the slim wax rods in fairly easily as well. I put the matches in my pocket, and spend a moment looking for a flask or the like which would hold the oil more easily - but that's really not top priority. I make a final wooden torch and coat it in oil, heading down the steps with a match at the ready. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As soon as I am out of the light falling through the doorway, I light the match and torch, holding it aloft as I move carefully down the stairs. I've moved the pistol to the waistband of my pants, and I keep a hand near it as I head into the basement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 22:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The stairs creak beneath her feet as she descends, but they'll hold.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The light from her torch lights the immediate area around her, and gives her a fate impression of what lies in the deeper corners of the store room.&nbsp; It appears to be a straight walkway, with piles and piles of food, utensils, and other household supplies stacked to the ceiling on either side.&nbsp; Every teen feet, there is a break in the supplies to form an isle.&nbsp; In the distance, straight ahead from the stairs, she can make out an opening in the wall, perhaps a hallway, or perhaps the stairs down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she swings by the first aisle, she torch light gives the impression of human faces in the distance, staring at her.&nbsp; She'll have to get closer to see exactly what the objects are.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:44:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I start to head straightaway for the opening across the room, when I start at the appearance of - faces? out of the corner of my eye. I spin, aiming the gun down the first aisle - I'm less sure what I'm looking at now that I'm looking at them straight on, but whatever it is has me on edge, and I don't want to continue until I know what I'm looking at. I start to move slowly down the aisle, my gun held ahead of me, trying to make out what it is I'm approaching in the flickering torchlight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lillian steps closer to the human figures in the darkness, their features becoming clearer and clearer as more of the torchlight shines on them.&nbsp; Only once she is within ten fight does she realize exactly what they are.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is a row of four women, hunched over and naked, bound into place by leather straps, chains, and locks.&nbsp; Bits are shoved in their mouths and thick collars encircle their necks.&nbsp; Clear glass suction cups are latched onto their nipples, but their interiors are splashed with human milk.&nbsp; Tubes go from the suction cups to a small machine at the end of the row.&nbsp; The contraption is emptying the milk into a large bucket.&nbsp; From the left, the women are a black haired Asian, a blond Caucasian, a brunette Caucasian, and a freckled woman with pure white hair.&nbsp; From the appearance of their skin, none look more than thirty years old.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping even closer, Lillian can read the metal tags that dangle from their collars. On each is written just a single word: “Cow”.&nbsp; Their eyes are open, but there's no hint of thought or mental activity.&nbsp; Thought they may be alive, it seems like that is merely just a technicality.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 08:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I stand, staring blankly at the huddled women, my gun hanging loose in my hand. What the hell is this? Somewhere I know what I'm looking at, but most my mind is trying to catch up - who does something like this? What kind of place IS this? Is this a warning, or just some kind of bizarre... I've no idea what to call this. Do the guests know? It occurs to me that THIS is the milk I drank earlier today, and I step back, wiping my mouth, my face twisting in disgust.<br><br>&nbsp; I want to leave. This is... it's out of my scope, it's more than I signed on for. If I'd known this is what I'd be dealing with, I could be ready, prepared for it... but this is just a pantry, just a stopover on my way to something big. This just doesn't make sense, it doesn't belong. I pause a moment, collecting myself - I knew this was dangerous going in. This is certainly creepy, but these people can't do anything to me. A gun works as well against people who turn women into cows as it does against people who shoot other people.<br><br>&nbsp; I take my gun and step up to the white haired girl, placing the muzzle between her eyes. I want to see what is left of this woman, how she reacts....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 15:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though her eyes are open, the white-haired girl doesn't respond to the gun placed against her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:15:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I shudder, turning away from the four figures (people they are people) and heading back towards the center aisle, gun at the ready. The sight is getting to me... I'm jumpy - chewing on my lower lip, starting at little sounds and shadows. I've never seen anything like it, never even imagined anything like it. If I run across anyone down here, they'll get no mercy from me. The gun, the gun is more for show, too loud. I kneel down and pull out my boot knife, shimmying out of my skirt and stuffing it into my backpack while I'm at it. The boot knife goes into my belt.<br><br>&nbsp; Anyone I see down here who looks dangerous is going to get a knife stuck in them. These people are freaks, they don't deserve to live. And they certainly don't deserve whatever treasure they have hidden here. I turn down the main aisle, heading towards the door - though I keep an almost unwilling out out for further atrocities down the aisles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:15:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lillian reaches the end of the main aisle and finds a stairwell dug out of the wall.&nbsp; Though the steps appear to be metallic, the walls are most certainly stone, as if the structure was merely added into an existing cave.&nbsp; The tunnel down is pitch black except for the light of her torch.&nbsp; It turns to the right slightly ahead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In addition to the stairs, there are aisles to each of her sides, running along the&nbsp; cellar wall.&nbsp; In the distance, she can see the faint outline of a grating, very similar to that which covered the elevator shaft on the first floor.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To her left is just more food and supplies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I look down the hall to the right warily - the only thing of interest that direction would be an elevator, and right now I trust solid stairs more than an elevator shaft. I start down the stairs, my torch held aloft, gun in the other hand. I'm hardly likely to surprise anyone with a torch in my hand, but I can't think of any better options at this point.<br><br>&nbsp; I keep my ear out for any noises ahead, watching the stairs at my feet - there's really not much else to see so far. I start to head right in the tunnel, looking nervously at the light from the doorway I am leaving behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 05:55:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The staircase spirals down and right two stories before emptying into another room with a concrete floor, just like the storeroom above.&nbsp; It is pitch black, but the light of Lillian'<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, there are human figures, these ones upright and distinctly male.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as she begins to realize what they are, ceiling-mounted lights turn on.&nbsp; A voice from upstairs calls out, “Is somebody down there?”&nbsp; It is clearly the maid from earlier in the evening that lead Lillian to her room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once Lillian's eyes adjust to the light, she realizes precisely what she is in the room with.&nbsp; Twelve men, each chained against the wall and naked.&nbsp; What appear to be loincloths cover their cocks, but the shape clearly shows something else beneath them.&nbsp; Some of the men are erect, while others are not.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Straight ahead across the room is another stairway leading down.&nbsp; To her left, down a short corridor, is the grating of the elevator shaft.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 07:49:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I freeze as the lights flip on, my eyes darting to the men against the wall. Honestly, I don't want to know. The options right now are fairly simple - go forward, down the stairs, or wait by the door I just passed through and silence the maid once and for all. She IS the only one who knows I'm here ... and she was a serious aggravation previously. But there's no good place for stashing a body here, and dropping her down the shaft might alert somebody below. better to continue on. <br><br>&nbsp; I move towards the rear door, as quickly and quietly as I can, hoping she chooses not to investigate further. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:41:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lillian is almost at the stairs down when one of the chained men reaches out and grabs her right upper arm.&nbsp; His grip is tight and stops her in her tracks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He wails loudly,“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhh!” as if calling for help.&nbsp; The sound of footsteps from the distance signal that aid is coming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:46:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; "Christ!" she swears, almost jumping out of her skin as the man grabs her - she Had assumed they were as dead to the world as the "cows" above. Now she HAS to take care of the maid. She yanks hard, trying to free herself, then swings the torch close to the man's face, hoping he'll let go without her having to hurt him too much. She doesn't care in the slightest about his welfare - she'd happily kill everyone in this horrible room, but that would be hard to hide from anyone coming in later. The less disturbance she leaves in her wake, the better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 06:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man screams in pain as the torch's flames burn at his face, but he does not loosen his grip.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the maid's footsteps are getting closer and closer, coming fast and frequent as if she is running down the stairs as fast as she can.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 07:00:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Let GO!" I hiss, a panicky sensation starting in my gut. I do the only thing I can think to do, shoving my gun into the top of my pants and whipping out my knife, first slashing the tendons on the man's arm, then reversing it and slamming it into his chest, at least roughly where his heart should be. It's a mess, but I can clean up a mess - I can't clean up whatever the maid might come back with if she finds me here and escapes back upstairs. <br><br>&nbsp; I yank my arm away, assuming I'll be able to free myself now - I need to get to the doorway, surprise her when she comes in. I don't want to have to chase her down. My free hand tugs the knife free - guns will make more noise than even the screaming man did. I don't want to use it if I can help it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:22:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blood sprays from the man's chest as the knife plunges into him, coating Lillian in blood.&nbsp; His body goes limp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only once Lillian is hiding aside the stairs does she realize the trail of blood her boots have left.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid's footsteps stop for a few seconds, then slowly recede up back up the stairwell.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; My first instinct is to go after the maid, but something about her pace stops me - nobody See's a pool of blood like that and just walks slowly away, unless they have a good reason not to be afraid. I should have just clubbed him with the gun and hoped he'd let go - now she'll go report me anyway. Damn.<br><br>&nbsp; I head over towards the elevator and kneel down. I assume I'll have a few minutes before any kind of response can be mustered. I pull my skirt out of my pack, quickly but thoroughly cleaning the blood off my boots, patting down my clothing to get any loose drops. I then wad it up, going to the elevator shaft. Assuming it's like the last entry, I wad it up and toss it down the shaft - if it would be too complicated or slow to get the skirt down the shaft, i wad it up, blood in, and shove it in my pack again. <br><br>&nbsp; Either way, I walk backwards very quickly towards the stairs in the back, making sure any stray blood I missed that hits the floor gets wiped up with my hankerchief. I want one trail, leading to the elevator, and that is it.<br><br>&nbsp; Having finished, I grab my torch, shoulder my pack, and head down the stairs as quickly as possible, hoping no problems up ahead loom too quickly for me to deal with. This is turning into a mess already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:26:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again the stairs spiral downward roughly two stories, emptying into a long hallway seemingly carved out of black stone.&nbsp; There are lights directly above both the landing where Lillian is standing, and what appears to by the stairs down.&nbsp; Everything between is pitch black, and Lillian's torchlight is barely useful beyond a few feet ahead.&nbsp; She's not even sure if the floor is continuous to the the hall's end.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From far up the stairs, somewhere inside the manor, a clanging bell interrupts Lillian's thoughts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:38:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I look up as the bell begins ringing, a rising sense of panic swarming in my gut - I'm used to the city, a maze of ways in and out, a dozen hiding places on every block stored for future reference. I don't know anything about this place, I don't know where to run if I get out, I don't know anything. I was just supposed to be scouting tonight! If that freak hadn't grabbed me...<br><br>&nbsp; I curse under my breath, heading forward more slowly, holding the torch out ahead of me. The gun feels good in my grip - there's no need to be quiet now. But who knows what I'll be up against? How am I supposed to get out of this? I throw my head back, pushing back the sense of panic. losing control never helped anyone.<br><br>&nbsp; Still I shudder, thinking back on the "cows", the men... this place is insane, places like this just are not REAL.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 02:43:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking closer, Lillian sees thin wires stretched across the floor every every few feet, each at different angles.&nbsp; Each thread disappears into tiny holes bored into the stone walls.&nbsp; She manages to avoid them successfully for the first half of the the hallway, until shouting can be heard from behind her, presumably from the floor above.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 13:16:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I pick my way through the wires as fast as I can, that trapped feeling growing in my gut - I'm trying not to think, because there's nothing good to be thought about this situation - but even on an instinctive level, I know I'm in deep trouble. People on my tail, traps all around, completely unknown territory ahead... and these people are not just scared tenants trying to spook a burglar.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I wipe my brow, trying to get my breathing under control. I need to find a hiding place, and there isn't one here. I begin moving faster still, doing my best to avoid the tripwires I encounter, focused on the floor ahead of me.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 18:13:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@Lillian (Devi)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She is still a quarter of the room away from the stairs down when the scavenging party arrives.&nbsp; Turning back, she can see it is the maid that let her into the manor, along with another, blond maid and a tall blond man dressed in a nice suit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha, the maid, is holding a single-barreled shotgun.&nbsp; She raises it, and aims directly at Lillian, seventy-five feet away.&nbsp; “Don't move!” she yells.&nbsp; Her friends stand at her side, each packing their own weapons, the maid with a revolver and the man with a sword.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:00:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I stop with a sinking feeling, my knees weak... caught! For a moment it's all I can do to keep from falling to my knees. I half turn towards the newcomers, hiding the gun behind my body as I look them over. Only two guns, but that's more than enough unless something drastic happens. I need to keep in control here...<br><br>&nbsp; "I'm just trying to leave." I call out, trying to sound strong. My fingers flex on the gun as I try to size up the others. I'm a good shot, but most women are not. The sword is a nonissue as far as I'm concerned. How the women hold their guns, how familair they seem with them, is going to have a big influence on my response. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 23:37:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maid's aim does not waiver.&nbsp; “You want to leave, by going deeper underground?&nbsp; How dumb do you think I am?”&nbsp; The other maid raises her pistol and aims it as well.&nbsp; “Now come back here slowly with your hands up.&nbsp; Your little adventure into the labyrinth is over.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 00:05:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I stand, trembling. This can't be happening - captured by two MAIDS?! I lick my lips, trying to work out a scenario that would work for me - throw my bag, trip the wires? Just go out shooting? Run? Nothing seems to be able to get over the basic fact of the shotgun and revolver pointed at me... the thought of swinging off my bag, throwing it from me, all without getting blown away - it doesn't work. Outshoot them? Maybe one of them.<br><br>&nbsp; I slide my gun into my pants, turning slightly towards them - hopefully they won't notice. I raise up my arms, picking my way through the wires on my way to them, reluctantly. The closer I get, the more frightened I feel - real fear, I haven't felt it in years. I run my free hand over my eyes, making sure I'm not tearing up. I can feel my hands shaking as I approach, keeping an eye on them to slip up - lower a gun, glance away. There's less hope with every step, and I just don't know what to do.<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 00:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The maids keep their guns trained on Lillian as she steps closer and closer, waiting for her <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hurry up,” says Agatha.&nbsp; “And don't try anything funny.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 00:36:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; "Please" I say, hating the crack in my voice even as I recognize it's utility. "This weird man attacked me, I was just trying to get away - I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to hide." I dart glances between the two women. How can I get out of this? Why can't they just lower their damn guns for one minute? Please god- you've never done anything for me, but just this once...<br><br>&nbsp; I'm about 10 feet from the group now, and I stop, shivering. There's no angle here, there's no move - I'm just trapped. Should I go for my gun? I'm almost dizzy, it feels like the walls are closing in - how did I get here? It's all gone wrong. I don't feel like I can take another step towards them, it's just like stepping into the jaws of a trap, willingly. This just... this just can't be happening to me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 01:53:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Move!” the maid yells.&nbsp; “This is your last warning!”&nbsp; She waives her gun slightly, but not enough such that Lillian is out of her sights.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 01:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I grimace as I begin moving forward again - it feels like each step is being torn out of me. Fear is blooming into terror - what will these people do with me? "Please, I didn't mean to cause any problems - he attacked me." I say softly, keeping my eyes down as I step past the wires and in front of the maid. I'm still keeping alert for any chance to make a move, but it doesn't feel like one will present itself - I'm shaking now, and I can feel my eyes burning. <br><br>&nbsp; I hate this maid, more than I have ever hated anyone, and there's nothing I can do about it - I'm almost helpless. I just want one shot at her, I'm almost vibrating with the frustration of it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 03:45:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she is over the last trip wire, the blond haired man steps forward and grabs Lillian's wrists, jerking them behind her back snapping on a pair of thick metallic handcuffs.&nbsp; He then grabs her upper and pushes her towards the stairs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within a second, the maid's shotgun is against her back.&nbsp; “I'm glad you've done the sensible thing.”&nbsp; She pokes Lillian in the back, guiding her forward and up the stairs.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 05:34:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I yelp as the blonde man yanks up my arms, trying instinctively to twist out of his grip, to little effect. I can feel the tension throughout my body, the need to run - but he shotgun is poking into my back, and now I'm handcuffed. If I'm going to get out of this, it will have to be later.<br><br>&nbsp; I start up the stairs reluctantly, testing the cuffs as I walk. It's so frustrating! One freak, bolted to the wall, ruining everything! It's not fair. Tears off rustration are blurring My vision, and I can't even get an arm up to wipe them... I sniff, trying to keep my face out of sight as I march upstairs. I have to get out of this! And when I do, these three will pay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:21:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lillian's three captors discuss among themselves as they lead their prisoner up the stairs and across the room filled with male's slaves.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why did you let her get this far?” asks the man.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha answers, “We aren't supposed to just club them as they entire the mansion.&nbsp; That's not what he wants.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But she could have been crushed to death down there.&nbsp; What fun would she been then?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You'll get your fun soon enough.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So what are the plans now?” asks the other maid.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The gazebo,” says Agatha.&nbsp; “We can have a little welcoming party for our newest guest.&nbsp; Get a stand out for her.”&nbsp; Looking at the dead slave as they pass, she remarks, “We'll clean up that mess later.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 12:08:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I frown at them as they talk, muttering "Nobody LET me do anything." I know this is not time to cop an attitude, but that useless old bag couldn't have put a stop to a toddler on her own - I was way ahead of this lot until creepy wall man grabbed me. Deeper inside me though, the knots in my stomach are tightening - they've done this before, and they don't seem interested in letting me go. I don't know what fun means in this context, but I have a few guesses, none of them appealing. "Where are you taking me? I didn't do anything!" I add in my most innocent/indignant tone, twisting in the man's grip. 'let me go!" There's still a chance playing onnocent might get me out of this. More likely I'll have to switch tactics soon.<br><br>&nbsp; I glare at the dead man as I'm dragged past - if my eyes were daggers, he'd be dead a second time. Of course, if i could kill with my eyes this whole bunch would be dead around me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 03:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blond man frowns in disapproval.&nbsp; “Quiet, woman.&nbsp; You are a guest in this manor.&nbsp; Anything you've done here has been because we allowed it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That's right,” chimes the blond maid.&nbsp; “You'll make a fine replacement for the thing that you killed.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha quips back at her associates.&nbsp; “Quiet.&nbsp; We're yet to decide what role she is yet to play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don't assume anything.&nbsp; We have no idea what she'll be good for.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They continue up the stairs and through the store room.&nbsp; Responding to her pleas to be let go, Agatha remarks, “You did enough.&nbsp; That's all that matters.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The backdoor from the kitchen leads out into the yard.&nbsp; Straight ahead is the gazebo, their destination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:12:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I know perfectly well they were not allowing me to do anything - they had no idea what I was up to, because i am good at what I do. I let the man's comment slide, but there's no way I'm going to let some housemaid try to take shots at me.&nbsp; "and you'd make a fine cow - if you aren't already" I snap back at her, yanking on my bonds. Try as I might though, I can't keep hold of that anger - I'm cuffed, held by three armed lunatics discussing making me into some kind of freak wall... whatever those men were. It's terrifying.<br><br>&nbsp; I perk up at the talk of what I'd be good for, though - I'm good at a lot of things. If these jokers can get a staff job, maybe I could as well. Still, right now I'd rather escape than go job hunting. I watch as the gazebo comes up, trying to control the rising fear in me - I know they have something planned here, and I've no idea what.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 04:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha pushes the shotgun deeper into Lillian's back.&nbsp; “Do you want me to kill you right here and now?&nbsp; Or should I just plant a shell into your lower spine and leave you paralyzed for life?&nbsp; Perhaps it would be better if you didn't feel what's going to happen to down there.”&nbsp; She chuckles briefly and pokes Lillian again.&nbsp; “You've come to our manor out of greed, but you've failed to find anything like the vast majority of those that entered.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm not some idiotic failure like you or my sister.&nbsp; I've earned my position here.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They lead her into the gazebo, which is painted white over every inch of wood.&nbsp; Metallic hooks are screwed into each pillar, with ropes leading up to various pulleys up in the rafters.&nbsp; “String her up, Stephen.” commands Agatha.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man loosens one of the ropes, causing a hook to clank down to the floor.&nbsp; He latches it underneath.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the other maid ties two more ropes around each of Lillian's ankles.&nbsp; In unison, the three captors pull their ropes, lifting Lillian up off the ground&nbsp; so she is suspending two feet above the ground, belly down, her hands behind her back and her legs pulled far apart. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 21:55:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Being called an idiot brings a brief surge of irritation, but it's there and gone in a flash - the feel of a shotgun in my back is more than enough to erase any other sensations. And she's telling them to... string me up?<br><br>&nbsp; I try to step away, only managing to shove the shotgun harder into my back. I don't want to be strung up - I can get out of a lot of things, but being "strung up" isn't something that sounds easy to escape. I lick my lips, my eyes darting out across the lawn, judging escape routes. Useless - the gun in my back has me paralysed.<br><br>&nbsp; I shudder as the blonde begins stringing up my ankles, watching them in confusion. They're not hog tying me - I don't see what's happening at first, so I watch nervously. Being lifted aloft catches me by surprise, and I let loose a surprised yelp, my legs waving in the air as I try to find purchase. "Hey, let me down!" I yelp, writhing in mid air - I'm helpless like this and I know it, I can't help descending into panic at the thought. What are these people going to do?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 06:00:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha took a few steps forward so that she stood directly in front of Lillian.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Tell me, what do you think is going to happen to you?&nbsp; I'm rather curious, and we rarely get the opportunity to talk things out like this before fate pushes our hands."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 09:24:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I squirm in the ropes, flexing my muscles, testing my bonds. I watch the three nervously, trying to formulate an answer - what DO I think they will do with me? Lock me away in a room I hope -escaping a room is nothing new to me. They might torture me... or rape. The image of the bound slaves, the cows, the mental patient bubble into my mind, bringing a shudder - could they be planning something like that for me?<br><br>&nbsp; "Please" I say, meeting the man's eyes with a practiced mix of plea, frank admiration and a confidence I'm a long way from feeling. "I could help you - I'm a talented girl. I - I can get things for you. I can burgle. I can kill. I have contacts across Europe." I swallow, my eyes scanning the other two warily. "I can give you anything you want." I add, arching my back as much as I can, accenting my body. "There's no point doing anything to me. I'm a useful resource."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 03:53:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephen answers, “We have a rather high standard.&nbsp; Sorry, miss, but I don't believe you're qualified enough to be an agent of the Leaf.”&nbsp; He steps forward and cups her right breast in his hand.&nbsp; “You are qualified for other services, it appears.”&nbsp; He tightens his grip, eventually grabbing a handful of her shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;A quick tear leaves her bra exposed.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Not quite big enough to be a cow, I suspect,” remarks Agatha.&nbsp; “But we'll see.&nbsp; People change during their years here, and so will you.”&nbsp; She pulls a knife from her belt, as does the other maid.&nbsp; They step closer to Lillian and begin to cut away the fabric of her clothing, grabbing a handful and cutting the fabric loose.&nbsp; It takes only a minute for her to be completely naked, except for a few scraps of her clothing and undergarments that are yet to fall free of her body, or those held in place by the cuffs or rope around her limbs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Any last words?” taunts Agatha, holding her knife playfully to Lillian's neck.&nbsp; She smiles wide, flashing a perfect white toothy grin.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 22:09:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Lillian gasps as the man grabs her breast, then tears at her shirt. She's fine with using her body to get out of a situation, but that doesn't work if they use your body no matter what you do. "I've killed trained killers! I've broken into some of The richest manors in Europe!" she cries - but she sounds a lot more desperate than confident, perhaps because they are slashing off her clothing as she speaks. "I'm valuable!" she squeaks as the last of her clothing begins to fall away, her eyes darting between her captors.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She shudders in the ropes, her muscles taut as Agatha holds the knife to her neck. "Please, you have to listen, this is crazy..." she stutters out, her eyes wide, trying to pull her neck away from the blade.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 06:02:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha turned the blade so that it's flat edge rested against Lillian's bare neck.&nbsp; “You think this is crazy?&nbsp; You have no idea how crazy things can get around here.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then it happened so quickly that Lillian didn't even know it was coming.&nbsp; With the blade against her neck and her body completely immobilized, she couldn't see Stephen disrobing behind her.&nbsp; All she could feel was his stiff cock against the opening of her cunt for a brief second before he pushed in, without protection or lubricant of any kind.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two maids laughed as Lillian's body swung back and forth with each powerful thrust, delighting in the misery that was befalling their newest guest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 22:58:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Lillian gasps, her eyes widening as Stephen pushes into her, drawing a whimper from the bound woman. Her muscles tighten, her whole body working to expel the invader, to pull out of the ropes, anything - to no effect. <br><br>&nbsp; Lillian grimaces, gritting her teeth and groaning as Stephen begins to pump into her, the ropes creaking as she begins swinging on them with his thrusts. She can feel her eyes welling up again - the sense of helplessness is overwhelming, her rage completely useless, unable to lash out. The pain is incredible, if getting less - she can feel her face burning, the ropes digging in, the blade against her neck, and she sobs out as Stephen gives a particularly savage thrust. Even worse than the rape is the maids laughter... nothing in the world would please her more than killing those two right now. She begins sobbing harder, the potent mix of shame, anger and pain overwhelming her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And now you're crying? What a weak and petty woman you are.&nbsp; How do you think that man you murdered felt?”&nbsp; Agatha laughs.&nbsp; “It's rather ironic.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephen continues to pound into Lillian, his hands clenching roughly into her waist.&nbsp; He attacks her with an almost inhuman vigor, but like any other man he eventually blasts his load inside her.&nbsp; Once done, he pulls out and slashes the ropes holding up her legs, letting her knees slam into the wooden floor of the gazebo.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The second maid wraps a loop of rope around Lillian's neck in a slip knot.&nbsp; It is tight enough such that it will not slide off of her head, but not enough where it would interfere with her breathing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:46:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; I thrash weakly at Agatha's comments, gritting my teeth through the tears. I'd like to see how she handles being strung up and raped by lunatics! The inability to respond, to do anything is maddening - the pain of the rape, the helplessness, not knowing what is planned. I try to get control of the tears, sniffling... I can feel the ape behind me getting close, and soon he is spraying into me - a moment of worry about pregnancy is pushed aside. I have bigger things to worry about.<br><br>&nbsp; I don't see the ropes being cut, and suddenly my lower half is crashing towards the ground, my knees slamming painfully onto the wooden boards, eliciting a brief shriek of pain. My eyes widen as the noose drops around my neck, but I quickly realize I'm not being choked. Everything is so off balance here - I just want to get thrown into a room with a simple lock and get the hell out of here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:31:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephen unhooks Lillian's cuffs from the hook, letting her collapse down onto the floor.&nbsp; The trio lets her rest for a few seconds before Agatha pulls on the rope, tightening the noose around her neck.&nbsp; “Come on now, Lillian, you have more work to do.”&nbsp; She takes a seat on a chair against the railing and raises the skirt of her maid's uniform, revealing her pussy-- she is not wearing any panties.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rope pulls tighter and begins to strangle Lillian.&nbsp; Only if she complies with the demands and moves closer to Agatha will the rope slacken and allow her to breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 21:35:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; For a moment, I simply can't comprehend what the maid is doing. I struggle to breathe as the rope tightens, staring at the other woman - why is she exposing herself to me? Is this some kind of sick game?<br><br>&nbsp; Then it hits me what she wants - this is definitely a sick game. My face twists, but I still edge forward on my knees, knowing the rope won't loosen otherwise. I crouch before the maid, hesitating... these people are disgusting! I should have shot them all in their beds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 23:10:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha pulls the noose tighter, restricting Lillian's breath even more. “Come on, we need to see how good you are.&nbsp; I won't ask again.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 08:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; I gag, fighting for breath - but it turns out I would not rather die than perform oral sex on a woman. I lean in, lapping uncertainly at the other woman's pussy, my hands tugging uselessly at the cuffs. I find myself sniffling again, my cheeks hot, and I shut my eyes tight. This is disgusting, degrading, sick... I feel an urge to bite her, but that wouldn't do anything but make them angry. I work my tongue further in, pulling a face at the taste of another woman on my tongue. I can feel myself gagging, partly in disgust, partly from the rope still around my neck. My entire body is shaking with the desire to get away from this woman, but still I lean in further, lapping at her awkwardly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 04:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Agatha loosens the rope, letting Lillian breath freely.&nbsp; She leans back and places her left hand on top of the prisoners head and gently pushes it down deeper.&nbsp; Her heavy breathing let's Lillian know that she is doing a good job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devi</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 04:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp; Lillian laps at the maid, quivering in helpless anger. The smell, the taste of the other woman is overwhelming - not in itself, but in what it means - being in a situation where such the unthinkable can be forced on her without any danger of reprisal on her part. She licks deeper as she buries her face between the other woman's legs, more to hide her tears and red face than because of the Agatha's insistent hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Unfortunate Manor and The Lost Labyrinth (MUL: NC-H, NC-E, EX)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monceto</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 21:48:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;@ Lillian (Devi)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The malicious maid trembles in orgasm, her body reacting to the pleasure of using a new slave.&nbsp; She stops to breath heavily, then pushes Lillian away.&nbsp; “Good.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So what is the verdict,” asks Stephen.&nbsp; “She's your catch.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“She's good, but not better than my current assistant.&nbsp; I think she should be given to the men, as compensation for their friend that she murdered.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before Lillian can react, the noose around her neck tightens.&nbsp; Agatha rises quickly and kicks Lillian down to the floor of the gazebo, pinning her down with the boot so the the noose is cutting of her circulation.&nbsp; It takes only a few seconds for the strangulation to black her out.&nbsp; The next few minutes are all a daze as she fades in and out of lucidity.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she awakes, she once again finds herself suspended, this time in a more elaborate leather harness that supports the entirety of her torso and holds her arms behind her back.&nbsp; She is also wearing a leather headpiece that supports her chin and forehead, and a brown leather collar.&nbsp; Chains are connected in numerous places across her new clothing, keeping her supported at a thirty-degree incline with minimal stress to any particular part of her body.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her feet dangle a few inches above the bottom of a large wash basin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around her, each of her three captors stand, staring at her as if proud of their work.&nbsp; &nbsp;On each side are the naked men she had tried to evade unsuccessfully earlier in the evening.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Welcome to your new job,” gloats Agatha.&nbsp; “We normally collect what we need from the men directly, but collecting the run off should work just as well.”&nbsp; She claps her hands, and one of the men steps forward.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The chain attached to his collar that tethers him to his resting place is long enough for him to reach Lillian's behind;&nbsp; Though his eyes are seemingly empty of thought and his jaw is slack, his cock is raging.&nbsp; On instinct alone, he shoves it inside Lillian's cunt, its girth hurting her immensely.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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