(IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]
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				Title: <strong>(IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ravenloft - Borne of Decadence: The Secret of Avonleigh</span><br><strong>GMs:</strong> Faeylin &amp; Alluistras - <strong>Start Date:</strong> Sept. 6th, 2009 - <strong>End Date:</strong> TBA<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cast of Player Characters</span></strong><br><br><strong>Archambault, Sebastian:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2204550#msg2204550) Male, LN Fighter 1; Commoner, the Lovestruck Smith, <del>Played by Kathadon</del><br><strong>Bond, William:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2205634#msg2205634) Male, LN Monk 1; Commoner, the Loyal Butler, <del>Played by Glabrezubane</del><br><strong>Browly, Ashley:</strong> Female, LG Sorcerer 1; The Innocent, Played by Chelemar<br><strong>Campbell, Imogene:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2203301#msg2203301) Female, NG Sorcerer 1; Noble, Romantic Lesbian, Played by Risa<br><strong>d’Attaine, Estelle:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2208399#msg2208399) Female, CE Bard 1; Noble/Commoner, Companion to a Nobleman; <del>Played by NinaN</del><br><strong>d'Astineau, Marie:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2396781#msg2396781) Female, CG Rogue 1; Noble, The Dutiful Daughter; played by ResonantEve<br><strong>d'Errineiu, Katrina:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2205609#msg2205609) Female, NE Sorcerer 1; Noble, Decadent Hedonist; played by Chaos<br><strong>de Brest, Kolette:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2204465#msg2204465) Female, CN Rogue 1; Noble, The Performer; played by Chloe Milev<br><strong>Levoreaux, Isabella:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2200549#msg2200549) Female, NG Bard 1; Noble, Social Butterfly; played by Faeylin<br><strong>Martin, Frederick:</strong> Male, Noble, The Huntsman; <del>played by ReverendBonibo</del><br><strong>Martin, Viktor:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2205326#msg2205326) Male, LE Enchanter 1; Noble, The Dark Gentleman; played by Alluistras<br><strong>Montague, Lillian:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2207587#msg2207587) Female, CN Druid 1; Noble, The Spoiled Heiress; <del>played by Limondrop</del><br><strong>Sade, Justine:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2204465#msg2204465) Female, LG Paladin 1; Noble, The White Knight; played by Queentrippingserpent<br><strong>Slate, Alfreic:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2322028#msg2322028) Male, CN Fighter 1; Noble, The Haunted Soldier; played by PhantomPistoleer<br><strong>Sylria:</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46300.msg2202843#msg2202843) Female, CG Wizard 1; Elf, Lost &amp; Confused; played by Myrleena<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Rest of the Cast</span></strong><br><br><strong>Archambault, Marie:</strong> Female, Commoner, A Maid; Paternal half-sister to Sebastian, and a habitual gossip. Sebastian stepped into her life at a crossroads, and helped to provide her with a good life of service instead of something more...sultry. She frequently snoops and Sebastien often has to worry that she'll entangle him in trouble. She does keep him in the loop, however.<br><br><strong><del>Blanc, Louis:</del></strong> Male, Commoner, A Guardsman; Louis enjoys living on the fringes of aristocratic society. Though he is a commoner by birth, he has refined manners and often flirts with the ladies (and the occasionally man) he is hired to protect. He has never really been put in any danger, so his competence is in question. Died by Viktor Martin's hand on Day 8.<br><br><strong>Brun, Gregor:</strong> Male, Commoner, Unscrupulous Old Man &amp; Shepard; Guardian to Marie. Older man, with dirty, white hair and wrinkled skin. Shepard.<br><br><strong>Brun, Marie:</strong> Female, Commoner, The Herdsman's Daughter; Adopted daughter of Gregor. Attractive, if unkempt, young woman (early twenties). Long dark tresses, pale skin, and brown eyes. Helps to herd her Gregor's flock of sheep.<br><br><strong>Dupont, Marcus:</strong> Male, Commoner, Captain of the Guard; Long time friend employed by the Montague family; he handles all aspects of the family's security. An older man, he has served in several wars alongside the Montague men.<br><br><strong>Dupont, Richard:</strong> Male, Commoner, The Captain's Son; Not quite the noble, but a very good imitation. Richard was schooled alongside the Montague girls, and has traveled with them extensively. It is understood that he should never look at the two sisters in a romantic way, and this is a line he takes very seriously; however, both girls are quite attractive, and it can be hard not to look. He has adopted a more brotherly role in their lives, and frequently accompanies them as a guardian.<br><br><strong>Girard, Aron &amp; Eriq:</strong> Male, Commoners, The Servant Boys: Two young lads of commoner class. Children of servants, learning to work hard and strive for a trade; these boys were sent along to do menial tasks. Frequently under the direction of Sebastian Archambault, Marcus Dupont, or one of the male nobles; tend to run off and play when unsupervised.<br><br><strong>LaFleur, Antoine"tte":</strong> Fe/male, Noble, The Androgynous Crossdresser; Most assume that Antoine is indeed male, but no one questions that he makes a lovely girl as well. This charming young (wo)man is Lady Katrina's good friend, and the pair tend to be partners in debauchery. When dressed as a girl, Antoinette blends in perfectly; her body may be slim, and her bust small, but her manners and charm are exquisite. It's always a shock, however, to see Antoine dressed as a boy for the first time; eating grapes, with a little giggle, he is absolutely gorgeous and youthful. Still, he doesn't quite look right as a boy...he gives the impression that he's actually a girl pretending to be a boy.<br><br><strong>Laroche, Emily:</strong> Female, Noble; The Child; Justine Sade brought this young, six-year-old girl along with her. The girl, obviously from a noble family, seems sweet and friendly, with long, blonde curls for hair, and warm, brown eyes. She tends to play by herself and loves to explore. Apparently her situation at home became somewhat volatile, so Justine has decided to take the little thing for a week in the country.<br><br><strong>Lisle, Aimee:</strong> Female, Commoner; Lillian's Maid; A tall, thin girl with blonde curls and a pleasing body. Lisle is her lady's girl, and attends to anything and everything Lillian might require of her. From dressing the noble woman, to laundering her clothing, or even eavesdropping or delivering messages, Lisle is an agent of the older Montague sister; she also attends to Ivy Montague's modest needs as well.<br><br><strong>Martin, Frederick:</strong> Male, Noble, The Huntsman; Viktor's younger, half-brother (by six months). Their father left Viktor's mother to remarry another woman a month after Viktor was born; Frederick was conceived well before that time. The two brothers were raised together and have grown quite close over the years. Frederick is a perfect gentleman, and an accomplished hunter as well. Estelle may or may not be Frederick's mistress; the two are very hard to read as a pair, but it is his word that allows her access to Lillian's social circle.<br><br><strong>Montague, Ivy:</strong> Female; Noble, The Younger Sister; Lillian's younger sister, and the more dreamy and romantic of the two. She is close friends with Imogene Campbell, and is the main reason Imogene is invited into Lillian's circle. Very naive and innocent.<br><br><strong>Thomas, Maddie:</strong> Female, Commoner, Lady Kat's Girl; Madie is a quiet and soft-spoken brunette who does her mistress's will without question. She is attractive, of course, but she does well by staying out of sight as much as possible. Lady Katrina has been known to be quite cruel with the girl, but of course no one really minds...after all, she's just a maid.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cast, organized by Concept/Clique</span></strong><br><br><strong>Note:</strong> This is just a rough organization of social circles and crowds. Certain individuals may be part of multiple crowds; all characters can interact with each other, regardless of social status or groupings, but these tend to be the default groups characters find themselves in when they split up. Also, servants are frequently around, waiting on their lords and ladies.<br><br><strong>Lily's Chosen:</strong> Lillian Montague, Ivy Montague, Estelle d’Attaine, Katrina d'Errineiu, Isabella Levoreaux, Viktor Martin, Frederick Martin, Justine Sade<br><br><strong>Katrina's Hedonists:</strong> Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine<br><br><strong>Ivy's Innocents:</strong> Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly<br><br><strong>The Guardsmen:</strong> Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Louis Blanc, Sebastian Archambault<br><br><strong>The Servants:</strong> Sebastian Archambault, Marie Archambault, William Bond, Aimee Lisle, Madie Thomas, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard &amp; a few more unnamed male/female servants<br><br><strong> The Others (not a true group):</strong> Emily Laroche, Sylria, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 00:55:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Story Setting</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/5460/avonleighmanoroutside.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Avonleigh Manor - Overview</strong></span><br><br><strong>About:</strong> The house and grounds have a long history, and the estate has passed hands many times. More recently, the home has garnered an infamous reputation over a brutal murder-suicide. While this is the stuff of gossip and legends, it also creates an opportunity for the wealthy Montague family. Another home, more land, more power. Avonleigh Manor has become the newest in a line of extensive holdings for the Montagues.<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The manor is located in north-eastern Dementlieu, not far from the Musarde River. The land here is open and rolling, with small, scattered forests. It's springtime, and the climate here is rather mild; a mixture of cloudy, grey and sunny days.<br><br><strong>Overview:</strong> The property itself spans almost a thousand acres; it's many miles to the closest, neighboring land parcel. The estate takes up about thirty acres of land, with much of that devoted to extensive lawns and gardens. From the roadside, there is a great lawn leading up to a smallish, but exquisite, mansion. Along the northern lawn (looking to the left, from the road), there is a very large hedge maze that stretches out almost to the house itself. Along the southern (looking to the right, from the road) there are long water gardens and pools. The vegetable gardens and an orchard are located to the rear of the home, along with a detached building for servants to live and work in. There is a low, stone wall (approximately 4.5 feet tall) surrounding the estate grounds.<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Avonleigh Manor - Outside Locations of Note</strong></span><br><br><strong>Front Lawns:</strong> Green, thick, and naturally short, the front yard of the estate is wide and expansive, stretching thousands of feet wide, and being even longer from the road to the home itself.<br><br><strong>Driveway:</strong> Constructed of crushed stone and dirt, the driveway is nonetheless smooth and elegant. There are ruts here and there from carriages driving through muddy weather, but the road is in otherwise good repair.<br><strong><br>Carriage House:</strong> Located some distance to the right of the manor home, bordering the water gardens, is a large, barn-like structure. Carriages and their horses are housed here; the place smells of damp wood and moldy hay.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8673/avonleighmanorhedgegard.jpg)</div><strong>Hedge Maze:</strong> Beautiful to the eye, this maze is built from dense, impenetrable bushes; the maze hasn't been maintained in recent years, so in places the paths have grown too narrow to easily manage. The bushes themselves are very, very difficult to see through, and they're armed with very sharp, inch-long thorns; cheating isn't recommended! [Pictured to the right]<br><br><strong>Water Gardens:</strong> Opposite the hedge maze, in the front yard of the estate, are lush water gardens. These man-made ponds were dug into the clay earth, and they vary from very shallow to quite deep. There are fish in most of the ponds, along with frogs and the occasional turtle. Beautiful water flowers grow in many of the water gardens. Paths are constructed of flagstone, and there are bridges here and there to allow movement between and within the gardens.<br><br><strong>Smokehouse:</strong> Around the rear of the manor, there is a large smokehouse and pantry. It is a detached building for storing foodstuffs. At one time meat was butchered, cured, and smoked here, and there are still various saws and knives located here for cutting through bones and skinning large animals.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/7029/avonleighmanorservantsq.jpg)</div><strong>Servant's Quarters:</strong> A low, single-story building with many small rooms. Part of the roof has fallen into disrepair, and roughly half of the building suffers from water damage, including dense, black mold.[Pictured to the left; inside view]<br><br><strong>Woodshed:</strong> A relatively large build with an open front, where wood is stacked in preparation fr the colder months. The building is roughly half-full of seasoned hard wood. There are axes, mauls, and large saws nearby for the processing of wood, although many of the tools are rusted and no longer as effective as they once were.<br><strong><br>Vegetable Gardens:</strong> Many acres of herb and vegetable gardens sprawl out behind the manor home. While no one has tended to them for several years, there are still plenty of 'volunteer' vegetables growing in amongst an infestation of grasses and weeds.<br><br><strong>Orchards:</strong> All along the back of the estate, there are thick groves of orchard trees. Apple, pear, apricot, and cherry trees all abound, along with weedy patches of strawberries and overgrown grape vines. The fruit is wild and unkempt, but tastes wonderful when in season. At the moment, the trees have just begun to leaf and what little fruit is available, is mostly under ripe. The cherries are ready to be eaten, however.<br><br><strong>Cemetary:</strong> In one of the back corners of the estate grounds, there is a rather large cemetery. Many of the souls that were buried here were simply placed beneath several feet of earth, with an engraved stone to mark their resting place. A few of the families who have owned Avonleigh, over its long history, have constructed large, above-ground mausoleums, complete with carved pillars and gothic statuary. The stone structures are usually sealed or locked, to prevent theft or the desecration of the bodies within.<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Avonleigh Manor - Inside Locations (First Floor)</strong></span><br><br><strong>Note:</strong> Please check the map at the end of this post; all locations are keyed to correspond to the locations on the map.<br><br><strong>1. Entry Hall &amp; Closet:</strong> A simple, yet long, hallway with many doors. There is a very large closet to the immediate right, upon entering; its obviously a place to store heavy outerwear and muddy boots. There are plenty of jackets and slippers already here when the characters arrive. Wide stairs also rise up to the right, leading up to the home's second story.<br><br><strong>2. General Parlor:</strong> A small, but luxurious gathering place, with room to sit 6-8 individuals. There are no sofas, but there are many gilded chairs and tables in the room. <br><br><strong>3. Dining Room:</strong> Formal and elegant, with a long table and high-backed chairs. This large room can easily sit sixteen dinner guests.<br><br><strong>4. Work Room:</strong> A large room for servants to work within, whether to process an abundant harvest, or to prepare dishes before serving. This room has several long tables for work or eating; this is also where servants would take their meals after their masters and ladies had eaten.<br><br><strong>5. Men's Parlor:</strong> A place for whiskey and fine cigars; men often retreat from their ladies to a more rustic and masculine setting. Dark wood walls, comfortable chairs and sofas, perhaps with a few hunting trophies thrown in beside the great grandfather clock. There's nothing to say women can come into the room, but it is built to be a token to male virtues and space.<br><br><strong>6. Women's Parlor:</strong> A place for the fairer sex, for gossiping and giggles. Colorful reds and oranges and pale yellows mark this gilded room. Porcelain statues, an empty, jeweled bird cage, and more. Meant to be a refuge from the prying eyes of their would-be suitors and the groping hands of their drunken husbands. Dedicated to frilly femininity, but a setting for naughty thoughts in the minds of many men (and women), nonetheless.<br><br><strong>7. Kitchen:</strong> A large and well-stocked kitchen with several stoves, an oven and ample space to process and prepare foods. There is also a large fireplace built into one of the walls, and the various stoves and ovens are built in such a way that smoke and odors can also flow out through flue. There is a door leading out of the manor home in this room, allowing access to the vegetable gardens beyond. There is also a stairway leading up to the attic, but a good amount of furniture and other items slated for storage have been piled up against the stairs, making passage up impossible.<br><br><strong>8. Storage/Storeroom:</strong> A place for dried goods and other storage. The room is dusty, and unused, and there are still many stores of food here in various stages on decomposition. Mixed in with bags of rotting vegetables and grains are canned foods and airtight containers filled with dried fruits and meats and seeds.<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Avonleigh Manor - Inside Locations (Second Floor)</strong></span><br><br><strong>9. Gallery/Hallway:</strong> At the top of the grand stairs there is a long hallway. Various paintings and few statues line the carpeted area.<br><br><strong>10. A Girl's Room:</strong> Unlike the other, smaller bedrooms, this one is still full of furniture and personal effects. It appears to have been a young girl's room, and there is a portrait of her hanging above a child-sized vanity; she's a pretty girl, with blonde hair and fine, narrow features. The four-post bed in the room is likewise small, obviously meant for a child.<br><br><strong>11. (13, 14, and more) Bedrooms:</strong> There are actually eight smaller bedrooms on this floor; we're going to just accept the fact that the map is wrong here! The bedrooms are mostly similar, with good-sized beds and facilities for dressing and storing clothing. There are small cots in some of the rooms, obviously meant for the maids of noble ladies.<br><br><strong>12. The Library:</strong> A grand room, filled with countless books and tomes. Most of them are printed, but a few are written by hand. This place has obviously seen much love and attention, by the scuff marks in the carpet and the worn bindings on many of the books. The bookshelves are built into the walls, formed from a dark, polished wood.<br><br><strong>15. Master Bedroom:</strong> The largest and grandest of all the bedrooms, this is where the masters of Avonleigh sleep. An exquisite four-post bed takes up one wall, covered in lush fabrics. The floor is carpeted, and the walls are painted a deep, but vivid, crimson. Like the other bedrooms, there are facilities for dressing here.<br><br><strong>16. Dressing Room:</strong> A large area devoted exclusively to dressing and preparing, this room seems more tailored for a woman than a man, although both sexes might find purpose in the room. There are closets with linens and towels here. The strongest feature of the room, however, is an amazingly luxurious vanity with room to sit three women at once. The central mirror is the most lavish, though, for it has jewels and gilded metals included in it's design, along with much filigree. Various cosmetics and powders are on display here, along with many glass bottles of perfume. There is a door leading to the bathing room as well.<br><br><strong>17. Bathing Room:</strong> A pretty room with tiled, sandstone floors. The main feature of this room is a very large, porcelain tub that can easily fit three slim women, or a man and a woman, or up to five smaller children. Nevertheless, it is a long trek from downstairs for the maids who must carry that much water to fill the enormous vessel. There are many mirrors here, as well as two cabinets devoted to linens.<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Avonleigh Manor - Inside Locations (Third Floor - The Attic)</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/1969/avonleighmanorattic04.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/368/avonleighmanorattic03.jpg)</div><br><strong>18. Unnamed Room:</strong> The door to this room is blocked and/or locked; whatever lies beyond it is a mystery.<br><br><strong>19. The Attic:</strong> Large, messy, and filled with countless pieces of draped furniture, knick knacks, and other treasures. It would be easy to spend days looking through all of the junk, and still miss some of the little things. There are two doors in this room that lead to other places, but they are behind large, heavy cabinets or furniture, and it would take a group effort to get to them. A set of narrows stairs, beneath a trap door, leads down to the kitchen (area 7) on the first floor of the manor home. [Pictures left &amp; right]<br><br><strong>20. Unnamed Room:</strong> The door to this room is blocked and/or locked; whatever lies beyond it is a mystery.<br><br><hr><br>(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/8097/avonleighmanor.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 01:15:34</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 01:15:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Story Overview &amp; Plot</strong></span><br><br><strong>Day 8, Saturday, April 12th:</strong> Left for Avonleigh today, with many friends and servants. Grand procession of carriages traveled down the highway. En route, we were attacked by soldiers pursuing an elven girl named Sylria. Sebastian Archambault was wounded and Viktor killed Louis Blanc. We ended up saving her, and continued on our way to Avonleigh. Arrived late that night. <br><br>There were several odd encounters. Sebastian heard something odd in the hayloft of the carriage house. Sylria and Ashley found an odd book, with the letters J-U-S-T-I spelled out in blood on the spine. Imogene was very nearly pulled into a bathtub full of cold water by something unseen; she discovered a rusted key afterward. I'm not sure why, but Avonleigh Manor fills me with dread.<br><br><strong>Day 7, Saturday, April 13th:</strong> Everything seems more cheery in the mornings. Nothing bad has happened so far. We met the Bruns--a father and daughter pair--this morning and all of their sheep; they apparently tend the flock for a lord who owns a neighboring estate. Sold the household some animals, so we have fresh meat now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 23:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/2610/carriage01.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/6389/carriage02.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Day 8: Saturday, April 12th</strong></span><br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The characters are traveling to Avonleigh Manor, and they have been in carriages for the better part of the morning (about 2 hours now). The entire journey is expected to take approximately 10 hours, including time for rest stops, and a lunch time picnic.<br><br>The characters are spread out among various large carriages, which generally have room for 6-10 occupants each. I'll provide the initial seating arrangements, but characters can feel free to move around as it pleases them whenever the procession comes to a halt.<br><br>Carriage #1 (Guardsmen &amp; Servants): Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard<br><br>Carriage #2 (Nobles): Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche; a male servant drives the carriage<br><br>Carriage #3 (Nobles): Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade; a male servant drives this carriage as well.<br><br>Carriage #4 (Servants &amp; a Guard): Marie Archambault, Aimee Lisle, Madie Thomas, and a few other female servants; Louis Blac drives this carriage<br><br><strong>Sylria is not in the story yet! *offers Myrleena hugs to hold her over for a tiny bit*</strong><br><br>If I forgot anyone, please point it out and I'll stick you somewhere!<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)</div><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Marcus Dupont eyed the road ahead of them, as the four, laden carriages traveled. It was a fine spring day, perfect for moving two score of souls across the better part of the realm. The mud had dried from most of Dementlieu's roads, and the land was smooth and easy to navigate.<br><br>They had left late, however, and he was determined to make up the time. Marcus was nothing if not punctual. He scratched at the white curls of his wig, noting the old Miller Barn up ahead. Then he checked his fine, silver pocket watch. It was a marker for him, and it meant that the crew had gained a few more minutes; they were closer now, to being back on the timetable he had set for them. They would reach Avonleigh just before dark, with time to get their bearings before spending the night in the abandoned manor home.<br><br>Up ahead, a fox bolted into a sparse covering of trees, and there was a hawk in the sky up above, searching for mice or small vermin to dive upon. It was a lovely day for traveling, and though Marcus felt disdain at having to chaperon the young Lillian Montague, and her motley assortment of friends, he always enjoyed a journey. He could hear the male servants chattering behind him, able to see and hear much through a small, gilded window at his side and just behind him; it allowed those inside the carriage--in this case the male servant folk--to both see and communicate with the carriage's driver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:22:49</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Lady Katrina had started the journey bored. Long coach journeys were an inevitable intrusion into her life, of course, if she was ever going to go anywhere interesting. But she was not one for sitting still, for being trapped for hours in one small, moving room.<br><br>At least on this journey the company was pleasant enough. Kolette and Antoine/Antoinette were as close friends as Kat had, and their gossip could keep her amused for the trip; Viktor was likewise fine company, though Kat saw perhaps too much of herself in the gentleman. And Estelle, though no lady, was nonetheless a charming conversationalist. Justine, on the other hand, Kat saw more unusual sport in; perhaps, she thought, she might amuse herself by steering the conversation in the carriage in directions that the more innocent young lady might find a little risque for her tastes? Justine was the most pious lady of her acquaintance, and it might be fun to provoke her a little.<br><br>Outside, the greenery rolled past at quite a pace under the bright Spring sun. The carriage rolled smooth as it might on the road, and the time slipped by as well as it could. She was still bored, and the temptation to taunt Justine grew stronger as the hours and miles passed; she resisted with an effort, contemplating the miles ahead and the awkwardness a scene might cause. <br><br>“So, my gentle friends,” Kat leaned forward a little, seeking a new topic beyond fashions in the capital to distract her, “One hears all manner of things about the fine new home our Lady Lillian's family has acquired; that it is a fine home indeed – or was once, at least. I am quite sure our friend would not have invited us to dance in a ruin, but how well do you think it will have weathered the years?”<br><br>“Does anyone of us know anything of the state of Avonleigh? I confess I myself have heard only rumours... some of which do not bare repeating.” The last was said with a little smile, a hint at the mysterious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy Montague sat between her two best friends, Imogene Campbell and Katrina Browley. The trip was kind of exciting, in some ways, and it was awful in others. Her mother had made her come with Lillian, and that made things a bit less exciting and fun...being told that she had to tag along on her sister's trip. But in other ways, she really was excited; Avonleigh sounded dreamy and romantic, and she wondered what secrets she might uncover there. Old houses always had secrets!<br><br>"Imogene," she murmured, pressing her face against the other girl's shoulder. "What do you see?" The three had drawn blades of grass to see who got the window first; Imogene had totally beaten her and Katrina Browley. That didn't mean she couldn't crawl on top of her friends to gaze out the wide window when it wasn't her turn, though!
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:09:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><br><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Atoinette looked quite lovely in her pale, yellow dress; innocent, almost. That all changed when she opened her small, pink mouth. "Darling Kat, I would tell you what I heard, but umm," and here she giggled, the sound charming, "I'm not sure it would be appropriate in the mixed company." Atoinette's voice was beautiful, but just the sound of it seemed somehow inappropriate...as if she were a lover in bed with each of them, confiding something private and forbidden.<br><br>Nonetheless, she smoothed her skirt down across her lap, and leaned close to Kat. It was obvious that Antionette was giving the impression of whispering in Lady Katrina's ear; her voice, however, lifted on certain words so that everyone who cared to listen could easily make out what she said.<br><br>"From what I heard," she began, "the prior owners were a humble Lord and Lady...but he had a dark secret, of some sort, and that's what led him to that awful deed." Antionette giggled against Lady Kat's ear. "My personal theory is that he craved prick, and that his poor darling of a wife couldn't satisfy his...needs." Here she giggled again, before bringing a hand up to cover her mouth, ever so politely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:28:24</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>"Oh!" Kat's mock expression of shock would fool no one who cared, nor was it intended to - but the effort must be made. "How scandalous! Dear Antoinette, can such a thing be true?"<br><br>She leaned in close to her friend, their cheeks brushing as she mock-whispered in turn. "I had heard that it was his Lordship's inability to satisfy his lady wife's needs, which drove him to the deed that we shall not dwell upon. That she craved certain attributes he could not supply, and that perforce she sought amongst the staff."<br><br>She smiled again as she spoke, affecting a conspiratorial air with her companion, though their discussion would be clearly heard by anyone in the carriage. A quick glance at Justine assayed her more innocent friend's reaction to this discussion - would she be listening? In a carriage this small, how could she not?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 03:51:19</strong>
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				<strong>Estelle d'Attaine</strong>, Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Estelle was daydreaming.&nbsp; It was a pleasant pastime with not much to do as the wheels of the carriage rolled off the miles under her feet.<br><br>She paid only half attention to the conversation between Katrina and Antoinette.&nbsp; That is, until she saw Antoinette lean close to Katrina and begin to speak conspiratorially in a lowered tone.&nbsp; This common gesture that meant something juicy was about to transpire brought Estelle to full attention and she leaned forward so as not to miss a single word.<br><br>When Antoinette implied that the wife of her tale had failed her husband Estelle could not help but to stifle a laugh of her own.&nbsp; And with Katrina’s retort, she was not so successful in her stifling. <br><br>Unable to keep her tongue quiet any longer, Estelle chimed in, in not much of a whisper at all, “Ladies?&nbsp; Are you quite sure of your sources?&nbsp; For I feel quite sure that there was a third party involved.&nbsp; One who somehow managed to draw the attention of them both away from their partners”&nbsp; Estelle felt quite certain that she was right about her theory, and the smile on her lips was proof of that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:07:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><br><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>"Do you really think so," she said, her brown eyes dark with mischief. "Won't it be fun," she exclaimed, "when we get there, and we can go through all their old personal effects? Lillian told me that nothing had been removed since the family died." She shifted in her seat, between Lady Katrina and Kolette. "So all of their things are still supposed to be there...for us to snoop around!"<br><br>Atoinette fingered the flower, pinned in her dark curls."I'd love it if you were right, Estelle, and they both fell for someone else. A servant, perhaps!" She bit one her fingertips in thought. "Oh, that would be naughty!" Apparently the topic had come out in the open air now...if Estelle had been the one to broach the subject before male ears, it certainly wouldn't reflect on them at all to speak of it.<br><br>"So, umm, Estelle. What is your story exactly?" She studied the woman who sat across from her with devious eyes. "We've all been wondering how you got invited along. Are you and...Viktor's brother," and here she nodded at Viktor Martin, also sitting across from her, "an item?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:15:36</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene was looking outside the window of their carriage, trying to see ahead into the distance for any clue of where or when they would be stopping. Her hands were folded politely in her lap. She didn't quite know what to expect, even though Ivy had given her a quick run-down of their plan. All she could see now, however, was the barren, stretching highway. Slowly, she turned to her best friend and smiled softly at her, patting her head as she pressed her face against her shoulder.<br><br>"Nothing but dirt and road," she said, her voice soft and kind. Imogene simply had to smile at Ivy, she was so innocent and cute. Then again, people said that Imogene was like that herself, though she didn't think of herself as "cute" at all. Of course, she didn't dwell on the things she felt for Ivy, because she liked women, and she feared she might fall in love with her if she thought too much.<br><br>Still with her hands pressed in her lap, her soft eyes continued to scan the road, occasionally looking back at her other friend, Katrina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</div><strong>Kolette de Brest</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding +9 to the total<br>Comment: Remembering local legends<br>Result: 10, <br>Total: 19<br><br>Kolette, upon hearing the subject of rumor and legend, sat straighter in her seat, folding the black fan she had been lazily flapping.&nbsp; "Oh, indeed, there must have been a third party at <em>least</em> to provoke such a jealous act," Kolette tittered, "but it doesn't end there."<br><br>She again unfolded the fan, holding it up as if to muffle her words, "I hear to this day, the unfortunate couple continue to inhabit the house, forever reinacting the... incident.&nbsp; But not just the final end, no, but the indescretions prompting it all."&nbsp; With a wink, she held the fan up to her lips as if to stop herself from revealing any more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:29:06</strong>
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				<strong>Viktor</strong>, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br>Viktor yawned. Long journeys tired him more than anything. He didn't especially relish long hours in the company of others, especially gossips. He sighed a quick, subtle sigh and resigned to at least try to be amiable. After all, he wouldn't want to alienate anyone this soon. He would be stuck here a while longer.<br><br>He glanced over to Estelle, stopping to stare at her intently for a moment before adding, "The biggest liar in the world is They Say.&nbsp; Wouldn't you agree, ladies?" Here his eyes moved quickly to Lady Katrina and Antoinette, offering them all the warmth he could muster contained in a soft chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:05:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/5439/bellalavoreauxside.jpg)</div><strong>Isabella Levoreaux</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Isabella Levoreaux was busy writing into a small book, across from Ivy and Imogene. She looked up, though, as the two moved closer to each other, to share the view out of the carriage. The three of them, Ivy and her girls, were incredibly cute; Bella had thought that many times, watching them play their innocent, girlish games. "If only such things were meant to last," she murmured to herself softly.<br><br>Ivy, it seemed, had a suitor, and it was possible that the sixteen-year-old girl might be wed before the year was out. Lillian had confided in Bella two days past, and it had been quite a shock to hear. Her husband, if things went according to plan, would be an older man many decades her senior...a politician from Part-a-Lucine; a man of incredible wealth and power, but still in his late fifties nonetheless. <br><br>It would break Ivy's heart to hear that she was being sold into a marriage of convenience by her family; but what else could a girl expect from her life. In a way, Bella was almost jealous...almost. While she was looking for a husband of her own, she knew that Ivy wasn't ready for what would lay ahead of her. That's why Ivy and her friends had been invited along. The Montagues believed that it might do the girls well to spend time among an older and more mature crowd.<br><br>Still, she felt protective towards the girls. "You three are quite beautiful together," she said, her voice warm and sweet as she spoke to the young women across from her. "Enjoy your time together. To be young, and free, is quite the gift."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4007/girardbrothers.jpg)</div><strong>Aron &amp; Eriq Girard</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>The two boys bickered with each other, making the carriage quite uncomfortable for Sebastian and William. Apparently one of the noble ladies had lost a ribbon from her hair, and the two young men, neither a year over ten, were arguing over who should keep it.<br><br>"It's mine," Aron said, whining a bit. "I found it first."<br><br>His brother, Eriq, held the yellow strip of satin away, just out of reach. "It's so pretty. I bet you she dropped it for me. I should keep it."<br><br>"Hey, that's not fair, Eriq! Give it back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:49:39</strong>
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				<strong>Estelle</strong>, Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade] <br><br>Estelle wanted to answer Antoinette’s question about why she was here and who she was here with when Viktor caught her with his gaze and made his sobering statement.&nbsp; Estelle, not normally one to take such offhand statements personally was set back in her seat by it anyway.&nbsp; She lowered her gaze for a moment and seemed to find her hands, resting in her lap, to be of great interest, at least for the moment.<br><br>Slowly, Estelle seemed to regain her composure and looked in Antoinette’s direction, a ready smile on her face.&nbsp; Oh, you mean Frederick?&nbsp; Why yes, an item, I suppose that’s one way of putting it.” Whatever was Estelle’s intention to say was disguised completely by her coy smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 05:51:26</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene looked over and smiled at Isabelle. She felt as though the girl was never actually "happy", and it made her a bit sad. Isabelle was always watching out for her, Katrina and Ivy, like an older sister or a mother figure.&nbsp; It was a comforting thought, to know that they were safe and protected while she was around.<br><br>Smiling slightly to herself, she pulled Ivy closer to her, hugging her protectively, and looked up to Bella. Imogene didn't know what to say. Well, she knew what she wanted to say. She just feared that it would offend her, so she kept it to herself. "Well, I always feel better knowing that we have you to watch out for us," Imogene said to her, her smile widening. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:18:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</div><strong>Kolette de Brest</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>"Well," Kolette began, defending her pastime, "I believe it's up to one to find worthy sources of information, and have the insight to discover the truth behind it.&nbsp; Just because I never name my sources doesn't mean I don't have any..."<br><br>She then hooked her arm in Antoinette's, holding her mock-possessively, "And don't you dare even look at my Antoinette, she's my little flower and I won't share her with anyone!" smiling at Viktor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Antoinette leaned forward as Estelle spoke, a perpetual smile on her lovely lips. She obviously found Estelle quite amusing. "Viktor, dear, would you mind not listening for a moment?" There was a giggle there. "Dear, to be very polite about it...there have been some questions about your...how shall we say it...lineage?"<br><br>She licked her lips, a cruel glint in her brown eyes. She was about to embarrass Estelle, and she was extremely curious over how the woman would take it. "See, the gossip goes that you're Frederick's whore. That's not in question, love." Antoinette laughed, as if she were just teasing an old friend; she was doing much more than teasing, however. "But what we all wonder is...are you a noble whore, or just a pretty commoner in a fancy dress?" Antoinette was openly laughing now.<br><br>She wrapped her fingers into Kolette's hand as her friend laced arms with her, and gave Viktor a charming little smile. It was only moments, though, before her gaze returned to Estelle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy Montague giggled as Imogene and Bella spoke. Bella was probably her favorite of Lily's many friends. "Imogene is my love, Bella," she murmured, holding the girl tight. "And Katrina too." We're going to be friends forever, the three of us. And we're going to have so much fun at Avonleigh."<br><br>She nibbled on some of Imogene's dark hair, pretending to be a horse. Then she blew it from her mouth, and gave the other girl a kiss on the cheek. "Look," she gasped, pointing out the window of the carriage. "It's a doe!"<br><br>"Buck," Frederick Martin corrected her. He sat at the opposite side of the carriage, but his interest was piqued by the graceful form of the adolescent, male deer. "You see the horns on his head. That marks him as a male of his kind. They use those horns to fight over the females, when they come into heat."<br><br>"Oh," she murmured, looking over Imogene's shoulder. "Do you see it too, Imogene?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 06:51:18</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene giggled a bit as Ivy nibbled on her hair, and felt her cheeks turn red as she gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. She knew that it was only innocent, that close friends did this all the time, and it was nothing to suggest that she liked her. Though, that uncanny romantic feeling settled in her brain, and she found herself becoming distracted in her daydreams for a few long moments, before Ivy pointed out the deer. She leaned over to get a better look.<br><br>"I see it, yes. It's quite pretty, isn't it?" she said, grinning. Imogene didn't have much to say on the matter, she was still lost in her own thoughts. What if one of them found out about her? She had not told anyone that she didn't like men, however her family had figured it out when she had turned 18 and still had not chosen any of the suitors her parents had arranged her to meet. However, if any of her friends found out...<br><br>Unable to bear the thought, she shook it out of her head and tried to distract herself by playing gently with Ivy's blonde hair, and it seemed to ease a bit of her worry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:12:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cake.moltenflower.net/williamprof.jpg)</div><strong>William Bond</strong>, Carriage #1, [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>"<em>Gentlemen</em>."<br><br>William's tone was anything but indulgent as he glanced down at the squabbling pair. They were young boys, and it was natural for them to be so petty as this. However natural it may have been, however, it was <em>not</em> going to be tolerated. It was not becoming a servant to act in such a selfish manner, thinking only of himself, and that was an idea he would not hesitate to impress upon the gentlemen at every opportunity.<br><br>"It is <em>not </em>yours, Aron, <em>nor</em>, Eriq, should you covet it. It belongs to the lady who dropped it. If she wishes for either of you to keep it, she will say so <em>expressly</em>. If you should choose to keep the ribbon without her express permission, I will be forced to treat you both as thieves, and you <em>know</em> the punishment for that. Now, tell me the name of the lady who dropped it, Aron."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div> <strong>Viktor</strong>, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br>Viktor raised an eyebrow in Kolette's direction, and then nodded with a smile of mock-approval. "Indeed, one must protect..." here he turns to Estelle and finishes, "...what one possesses." He smirked as Antoinette spoke. <em>My brother's whore. If he only knew.</em> He laughed inwardly. A bit of mischief showed in his eyes; it seemed almost pleasurable for him to watch Estelle shifting uncomfortably. <br><br>His eyes turned to Antoinette, trying to figure out the woman's motives. He might have to keep a close eye on this one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 08:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4007/girardbrothers.jpg)</div><strong>Aron &amp; Eriq Girard</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Aron looked to William, and then back to his brother. "Stupid. Now neither of us is gonna get to keep it." He was the younger of the two, with messy, blonde curls and blue eyes. He pouted as the older servant spoke.<br><br>Eriq glared at William Bond, his dark, brown eyes angry. "Fine," he said, handing the ribbon over to the tall and poised man. "It belongs to Miss Ivy...one of the Montagues. It's not like she needs it, though. She has plenty of ribbons, and she wouldn't miss it at all."<br><br>Aron turned his face against the leather seat, and sniffled. There was a tear in his eye. "You always mess everything up, Eriq," he mumbled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 08:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy began to put a braid into Imogene's hair, and the two chattered quite a bit as the trip continued. At some point, their conversation turned to the library of Avonleigh. "Yeah, that's going to be so neat! Mother said that there's a whole library, almost as big as the one we have at Chateau Devolure. That's one of the many reasons we bought the place, for the books! Oh Imogene, when we get there, I want to give you one of them...if Lily says it's okay, of course, and I'm sure she will."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 09:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x310/The_Ultimate_Wrestling_Gallery/Triple%20H/TripleH024.jpg]http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x310/The_Ultimate_Wrestling_Gallery/Triple%20H/TripleH024.jpg[/url])</div><br><strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; Carriage #1, [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Sebastian chuckles at the antics of the two young boys. <strong>“Leave off, Master Bond.”</strong> He smiles waving away the grim butler’s words. <strong>“No reason to threaten the lads with such a harsh punishment as being thrown in the stocks as thieves.”</strong> Bastian already decided that he didn’t like the stuffy servant. Far too grim for his taste in companions for a long carriage ride, the bull of a man had decided to hold his own counsel for most of the trip.<br><br>Leaning forward, the smith’s seat creeks under his weight as he fixes the pouting children a hard look. <strong>“Now I’ll have plenty of chores for ‘em ta do when we get to the Lady’s manor and we’ll have none of that sniveling. Now if you are smart lads, when Master Bond there offers that ribbon up, you’ll be brave and say you both found it. Maybe Miss Ivy might even reward you with a kiss like the stories, eh?”</strong> He casts a conspiratorial wink at the two before trying to comfort the pair by tousling Aron’s hair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 10:06:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cake.moltenflower.net/williamprof.jpg)</div><strong>William Bond</strong>, Carriage #1, [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>The butler, for his part, is entirely nonplussed by both the reactions of the boys, and of the blacksmith they have along with them-- though why, precisely, he was brought, is a matter that concerns William somewhat.<br><br>"Whether she would miss it or not is of no consequence. It is hers, and just as you would not like your brother to take anything of yours, the ribbon is not yours to keep.<br><br>"Regardless, the two of you will be returning the ribbon to Lady <em>Montague</em> yourselves. Whatever you receive or do not receive as a result is entirely up to her discretion, though I would ask you, Master Archambault, not to get these boys' hopes up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:18:01</strong>
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				<strong>Estelle,</strong> Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Estelle reacted to Antoinette’s words with a momentary look of pain and an uneasy shifting in her seat before she regained composure.&nbsp; As she gazed at Antoinette, Estelle seemed to glance very briefly in Viktor’s direction as if trying to garner his support, but when she answered Antoinette there was no shame in her voice, “It seems Viktor is right about who is the biggest liar, wouldn’t you agree dear Antoinette?&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, as far as any questions about background, I am quite sure that if you listen to ‘they say’ long enough one will step forward with the words you wish to hear.”<br><br>With a smile that seemed to say that Estelle was really unfazed by the attention being paid her she looked from one occupant of her carriage to the next, ending with Victor where her gaze rested for a moment before saying, “But if it is mystery you seek then you will be disappointed.&nbsp; There really is no mystery to be found with me.&nbsp; I think the real mystery is to be found at Avonleigh, don’t you, my lovely?” and with her final question she again looked directly at Antoinette.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 16:53:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Lilian rolled her eyes at her little sister and her brilliant little display with her friends.&nbsp; The three of them bunched together brought her sadness.&nbsp; Ivy could soon be married to someone much older than her and Lilian realized that the impending doom of marriage could come crashing on all their heads.&nbsp; She planned this trip so that everyone could take a break from reality and family alliances.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring out the window, Lilian watched as nature flew by her and she felt her heart lift.&nbsp; Avonleigh was home to the most beautiful gardens and orchards.&nbsp; She couldn't wait to run barefoot in the grass and feel the freedom of the outdoors.&nbsp; Hearing her sister's voice, Lilian struggled to rein in her imaginations.&nbsp; <br><br>"Of course Ivy, I give permission for Imogene to take whatever book she pleases, but make sure you let me see what it is first.&nbsp; We can't have father upset you know"<br><br>Lilian turned to Bella and reached out to pull on one of Bella's dark curls.&nbsp; "Stop writing and tell me how excited you are to be spending all this time with me" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 17:56:42</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Though Estelle addressed Antoinette, Kat leant forward again to answer. She had been enjoying the byplay, and her friend's barbed comments, and was not one to hang back too much when there was fun to be had.<br><br>"Oh, my dear Estelle, I fear you give yourself too little credit," she said sweetly, and planted her own barb. "Everyone knows that a <em>lady </em>is always a mystery to be unwrapped. Of a certain, we noble ladies all have our secrets, and what fun would life be without them?"<br><br>That said, she squeezed Antoinette's hand in a friendly display, and took Estelle's conversational gambit to return to the topic of the house they were to visit. Herr smiling gaze flitted around the carriage, focussing brightly on each in turn.<br><br>"And Avonleigh may not have as deep a mystery as it seems, for we have already two proposed ways to unravel the secrets of that place. If Kolette is right - and while Viktor is in general correct, I find that 'they' are unusually honest with my dear friends here - then the spectres of that awful night still haunt that place, and through them we may be the ones to learn the no-doubt ghastly truth. Perhaps it will be prove to be less a mystery than some of our companions?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 18:43:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><br><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>"Oh, dear, Lady Estelle, I meant no harm with my comments," coed Atoinette. "I simply saw that we were among ladies, Viktor excluded, of course." and here she bowed her head ever-so-politely at Viktor. "I must admit my imagination was running wild...bare and uncovered, profusely wet between her legs, and I...well," here she stopped for a moment, as if pouting.&nbsp; Her eyes were outside the carriage as she spoke the rest. "I was kind of hoping that maybe you were. Such a pretty girl shouldn't be restricted to any one lap, and mine always grows cold in the late night, if you understand my meaning."<br><br>Here she giggled, and laid her small head on Katrina's shoulder, pulling Kolette with her. "I really do like this one, Kat. I think we should invite her to that thing." She shifted, her brown eyes moving to Lady Katrina. "You know...the thing?" Her hand waved dismissively. "I mean, if she truly is as innocent as she claims, imagine what fun she'd be to have around!" Antoinette giggled again, her tongue curling against her upper teeth, her mouth slightly ajar as she continued to make amused sounds.<br><br>"But yup. The house. Avonleigh. I imagine it has it's own secrets as well, and I look forward to plundering each and every one of them, Kat...between the revels, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:00:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</div><strong>Kolette de Brest</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Kolette giggled, leaning to rest with Antoinette.&nbsp; "'Nette, you're so awful!" she laughted.&nbsp; "Awful good fun.&nbsp; Yes, I agree Kat; the more, the merrier is often the case."<br><br>Into Antoinette's ear, she could also murmur, "And you never have to worry about being cold with me around, dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Isabella Levoreaux</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>"Ouch!" exclaimed Bella, as a bump in the road turned Lilian's gentle tug into a yank, "You b..." and here there was a slight pause, as Bella suppressed her initial reaction, "You..beautiful creature, you!" and here she giggled, biting her lower lip as she gazed fondly at her dear friend. The giggles distilled into honest and playful laughter.<br><br>"But you've just been sitting there, lost in your own thoughts, my dear, dear Lily. But of course you were lovely. Radiant even. My eyes, they hurt." She put a hand over her face. "I think I've gone blind. Lily...Lily? Lily, what have you done to me?" Here her fingers splayed, an eye peeking out at Lilian and a wide grin taking over the older girl's mouth.<br><br>"We're going to have so much fun," she said finally. "I can just feel it. Thank you, Lily, for inviting dull, old Bella along. Blind Bella, too!" She still peeked at Lilian through the cracked fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:13:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> Please check here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46299.msg2210281#msg2210281) if you're in Carriage #2; Katrina Browly is actually Ashley Browly, so change her name appropriately in future posts, pretty please. Also, only Kolette, and possibly Lady Katrina, can hear what Antoinette whispers to Kolette in this scene<br><br><hr><br><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>The girl giggled as Kolette said something to her. From the look on the young woman's face, and the way her knees pressed together, it was obviously something naughty. She turned to whisper something back to her seductive friend. "Yes, but there are times where you're too busy keeping my lap warm to properly attend to my face and tongue, you beautiful, beautiful girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:26:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4007/girardbrothers.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> Most of the conversations in the carriages are due to be cut short soon; have an event of some sort planned for a tiny bit from now...roughly 12 PM Pacific Time. So if you have anything to wrap up, it would be a good time to do that. :P<br><br><hr><br><strong>Aron &amp; Eriq Girard</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Aron stopped his mild crying when Sebastian spoke up. A smile came to his lips, as the husky servant spoke up on their behalf. He didn't actually say anything, but he glowed as he listened to the blacksmith's words. "Yes, sir," he said with a little chuckle of his own.<br><br>Eriq cracked a smile; he gave Master Bond and open look of defiance, but said nothing that would betray his growing attitude of dissent. His eyes turned towards Sebastian, and again this boy seemed grateful as well "You know, Mister Sebastian...I don't know if the rumors are true...I mean," and he stopped, not wanting to embarrass the large man, "..but if you wanted to return the ribbon, to speak to Lady Ivy, well...we would give it to you."<br><br>Aron nodded, obviously idolizing the big, hulking man. "Yup, she sure is pretty, but I think she's kind of old for us." The boy blushed as he said the last part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 20:31:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Ashley did her best to make sure that none of the inner turmoil she was feeling showed upon her countenance. Normally, a patient person, Ashley wished she could spirit them all to Avonleigh and through this weekend to safety. She couldn’t help replaying the vision that overcame her the moment she touched her invitation to Avonleigh. Chaotic and broken scenes of her friends screaming, and blood, and... and … dark things. The remembered fear caused a small shiver to shake Ashley, which she tried to hide by adjusting her skirts. Although, for a moment, she had been tempted to give in to her fear, and warn her darlings of the danger ahead. Then, with a small shake of her head, she swallowed past the hard lump in her throat and stiffened her spine. She couldn’t face rejection from these dear women, and she wouldn’t be able to bear if anything happened to them… so she just had to do her best to make sure nothing did. <br><br>Feeling Imogene’s looking at her, Ashley lifted her head and shot Imogene what she hoped was a bright smile. <br><br>Feeling the need to escape her own thoughts, Ashley turns to Ivy and Imogene. "Shall we plan an event for just us three for tomorrow dearests?" Ashley asked, her low, smoky voice tinged with excitement</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:02:11</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene felt her cheeks turn slightly warm at the smile Ashley gave her, and she smiled back, still holding Ivy close to her as she braided her hair. She could hear the excitement blatantly in her voice, and so she smiled widely.<br><br>"What kind of event is it, Ashley?" she asked, and found that her own voice was coated with excitement. Even though it was an unknown, possibly dangerous journey ahead, she had her best friends with her. She knew that they wouldn't let anything happen to her. She decided that she would tell her friends about her, one at a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:11:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>"Thank you, Lily," she murmured to her sister. "Yup, poor old Father. He'd get so grumbly if we gave away some important book on history or politics." Ivy stuck her tongue out, as if to declare the subjects quite yucky. "I bet Imogene would want a book of stories, or fairy tales...maybe a spooky old book full of creepy legends."<br><br>Ivy kissed Imogene's bare shoulder, the gesture light and sweet and friendly, before she turned to answer Ashley. "Oh, and that sounds like a wonderful idea, Ashley. You know, I heard there's a huge, overgrown hedge maze at Avonleigh." She brightened, an idea traveling through her head. "We could make a game of it, trying to find each other. Maybe head of in different directions, and see who makes it out first..or something like that." She squeezed Ashley's arm gently, to show her affection for the girl. "Or may just a long stroll across..."<br><br>That's when Marcus's voice boomed out, breaking the gentle calm of the day. "Guns! Men, grab the muskets. Now, damn it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:21:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Lilian giggled as Bella's eyes peaked out from behind her fingers.&nbsp; They often played this game when they were little, pretending that they were blind if the other claimed to feel ignored.<br><br>Lilian nodded in agreement with her little sister and her description of Imogene before turning to Bella for their their traditional make up ritual.&nbsp; "It is your radiance that blinds me, my dear" whispered Lilian as she gently kissed each finger covering Bella's face, eyes mischievous.&nbsp; She kissed each finger thoroughly, starting at the tip and working her way down.<br><br>Just as she was savoring Bella's last little finger, she heard Marcus's voice.&nbsp; Standing up abruptly, she wobbled as the carriage jerked to a stop.&nbsp; Her eyes wild, she looked at her best friend and little sister.&nbsp; "Ivy, Bella, take care of things here, I'm going to go out and take a look.&nbsp; Make sure to watch out for Emily!"<br><br>Lilian's heart flamed with anger, there was no way this trip was going to fall apart on her.&nbsp; No trip COULD fall apart on her, Lilian Montague, she was going to get what she wanted- and Lilian wanted this weekend very much.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:28:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> A true grin broke across Ashley’s face at Ivy’s suggestion. Leaning forward in the carriage, she clasped the left hand of each dear friend to her bosom and with dancing eyes and a smile in her voice, she exclaimed. "I adore hedge mazes!" Ashley’s voice dropped and she closed her eyes on a half sigh, I used to play in the one on Grandmama’s estate every summer holiday. Do you know Ivy, is there anything secret and exciting in the middle? Not that it matters," she laughed. "Oh! How exciting!" Ashley opened her eyes and shifted her gaze between her two friends A huge smile played across her lips and her eyes lavender eyes sparkled.<br>When suddenly Marcus’s voice broke their little planning. Ashley could feel the blood drain from her face when she heard them call for muskets in that tone of voice. Whatever was happening, it couldn’t be good. Leaning her head down, she motioned to Imogene to avoid the window opening. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Carriage #1 [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Their large procession had been nearing the Musarde River for some time now, and the bleak land of Falkovnia lay beyond the boundary of Dementlieu. There had been little sign of life across the great river, but Marcus knew better than to let his guard down. Falkovnia had attempted to invade his homeland several times; indeed, Marcus had seen two such wars in person. Even if the two lands were at a momentary peace, Falkovnian soldiers had been known to cross into Dementlieu for short bursts of looting and pillaging, and sometimes even kidnapping.<br><br>His rubbed his weary, old eyes, longing for a lazy afternoon lap. Perhaps they should stop for that picnic soon. Still, it made him uncomfortable to stop here, so close to the territory of an antagonistic people. It was the sounds of men barking orders on the wind that first drew his attention; he would chide himself later for letting his guard down.<br><br>Just across the wide river, there were a dozen men-at-arms, in their barbaric iron armor. Several had their swords drawn, but more were grabbing for their ranged weapons: the famed Falkovnian longbow. They were talking, and as Marcus shielded his eyes from the bright, afternoon sun, he made out what they were interested in. A figure, quite small, was dragging itself up the muddy banks on the Dementlieu side of the Musarde. Half a dozen men, stripped down to just clothing, were swimming after the small figure.<br><br>"Damn it," he muttered, under his breath. It looked like there was a fugitive of some sort, crossing into his homeland. He didn't particularly want to get involved, but if the men crossed into Dementlieu, it was likely that they would be harassed as well. The carriages weren't more than 300 yards from the riverbank, and the figure was running right towards them.<br><br>"Guns! Guns! Men, grab the muskets. Now, damn it!" Marcus stopped the carriage, and stood up in his seat. Beneath the wooden board of the driver's bench, he had a pair of muskets. He withdrew them quickly, and then hopped off the high seat at the front of the carriage. "Falkovnian soldiers approach!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:48:44</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> This is for Sylria only, and is OOC knowledge for anyone and everyone else who reads it. :P<br><br><hr><br>There were vague memories. A voice, some kind of deal, and then you awoke in a land of hideous poverty. Dirty peasants gave you various glances; a few were truly sorry, but more were filled with distrust and hatred. Someone called out for soliders, and you ran, afraid.<br><br>They lost you as you moved from the tiny and pathetic village, across the rough and wild land. For a time, you used the forests to your advantage, slipping from tree to tree; blending in, even though you didn't know why their shelter seemed to work to your advantage.<br><br>Then you found yourself, like a cornered animal, on the banks of a great river. The men, on their horses, saw you there, and charged down upon you. Your only hope was to flee across the river. Remarkably, your clothes were immaculate, but your hair was knotted and messy and your skin was smeared with blood and dirt; like an animal your crossed the river, arrows striking all around you in the vicious currents. Several times, you almost drowned, but then there was mud beneath your feet, under your fingers, and you scrambled up the messy bank of the wide river.<br><br>There were men behind you though, in the water. They were still coming after you. There's no way you can know what they want from you...you don't even know who you are, not really. But you're certain that they have the worst of intentions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 21:53:13</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene smiled at Ivy and nodded. She did like a good fantasy/mystery. And creepy legends were always fun to talk about. Maybe they'd come across something like that in their adventure. <br><br>At that thought, Imogene's interest in the trip suddenly increased by the bounds. She wanted action, adventure and romance, just like those old books. She smiled widely, though the looming worry still floated around in her brain, haunting her, and she knew that only talking about it would make it go away.<br><br>So she turned to Ashley, suddenly serious. "I need to talk to you later," she said, her voice was determined. She didn't need the others listening in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:07:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Riverbed [Sylria]<br><br>I scramble up over the edge of the river bank, looking wildly for someplace, <em>any</em> place to hide.&nbsp; Glancing up, I see a number of carriages up ahead, and flinch at the sight.&nbsp; They, like everyone else, would probably hate me, and I didn't want that.&nbsp; I flinch at the vague memories, and hoped that they wouldn't attack me on sight, that I could find someplace to hide and read my spellbook, somewhere <em>safe</em>.&nbsp; I continue forward, ignoring the fact that the mud and muck just slid off my dress, leaving me all too exposed.&nbsp; The white was likely <em>not</em> the best to hide in, but I had nothing else to wear, and I veer slightly away from the people, intent on the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Isabella Levoreaux</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Bella enjoyed the feeling of Lily's kisses on her fingers. Dementlieu was a very progressive and forward place, and though its noble women were still women, destined to be wives and mothers; they had a freedom in this land that was missing from more primitive places and times. The Dementlieuese had open minds, and such play among girls was considered nothing more than sweet affection. After all, it's not like women would seduce and bed each other...<br><br>"My darling Lily. I think I'm cured," giggled Bella, from behind her damp fingers. "Your kisses are so sweet and wonderful, my dearest friend." <br><br>That's when Marcus's cry rung out, though, and their game, however sweet and innocent it might be, came to a crashing end. Bella closed the door behind Lilian, not quite as brave as her friend was. "Be careful, Lily!" she called out, through the large carriage window.<br><br>Lily was always this brave. She remembered one time when the girls has stumbled on a mother bear and her cubs. Bella had been afraid they were going to be eaten, but Lily...she was a noblewoman through and through. Not a day older than twelve, Lily strode right up to the bear and demanded that the animals leave her lands. What's more, Lily didn't get gobbled up...the bear actually turned with her little ones and left. Lily would be okay, but Bella felt that she would be serving her own safety by staying in the carriage. She was, after all, most certainly not Lily Montague.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:44:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</div><strong>Kolette de Brest</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Peeking out the window, Kolette tried to see what was going on.&nbsp; There seemed to be armored figures across the river, with bows!&nbsp; She knew that Falkovnia had invaded in the past, but surely they wouldn't now.&nbsp; They were at peace, weren't they?!<br><br>"Ooh, ooohh!..." was all she could worridly groan, holding tighter to Antoinette.&nbsp; She had nothing to defend herself with, not even a knife.&nbsp; She fretted, hoping the guards would be enough to hold back the barbarians.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:45:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cake.moltenflower.net/williamprof.jpg)</div><strong>William Bond</strong>, Carriage #1, [Marcus Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Aron &amp; Eriq Girard]<br><br>Without delay, William left the main compartment of the carriage, and taking up the guns, cleanly and efficiently loaded them unless interfered with. The butler then passed a musket to Sebastian, keeping one for himself. Sebastian was more experienced, at least, than the younger pair with fighting and such weapons, he was sure, and they needed steady, confident shots. He held the weapon, for now, in a loose position that would allow him to lift and aim it quickly, but didn't take aim just yet. They still had yet to reach the bank, and, more importantly, his masters had yet to give him orders; it would be presumptuous to choose which side they would be on for them, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:02:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Antoinette became serious as the cries rang out, and Kolette, scampering to the window beside her, only made things more tense. "Stay back," murmured Antoinette as she peeked out over Kolette's shoulder. The situation was still far removed from the carriages, and that settled her fledgling anxiety quite a bit.&nbsp; "If the guards get killed, Kolette, we might have to use our bodies to fuck our way out of this situation." She was a tiny bit afraid, but there was a naughty grin on her lips anyway. "I hear those Falkovnian soldiers go crazy at the thought of bedding a beautiful, Dementlieu noble."<br><br>Antoinette kissed Kolette on the cheek, and then made a big show of sitting back in her seat and yawning. She didn't really think they were in any danger. Not yet, anyway. "I wonder how long this is going to take. What a dreadful bore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:06:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div>Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br>The carriage came to a halt, nearly throwing Viktor from his seat.&nbsp; <em>What?!</em>&nbsp; He was instantly angered, but managed to keep it from showing to his present company.<br><br>In turn, he slowly opened the door, carefully peaking his head out, searching for the source of this rude intrusion. He had a strong sense of self-preservation, and if he were in danger, he wanted to know about it. He scanned for the source of the excitement, and saw the armed men coming this way from the other side of the river. Viktor's eyebrows furrowed and he ducked back inside.&nbsp; He glanced at the faces of the women he had been riding with, thinking, and came up with the perfect excuse to not dash out and enter the battle. "There's nothing to be alarmed about, Ladies, but we must wait here. I will... stay with you... to protect you... with my very life if needed." The truth was he'd sacrifice everyone in here if it would save his own skin.<br><br>Viktor grabbed his crossbow, casually slipping a small book from his pack in the process. He loaded the bow, kneeling down in front of the door, the others to his back and appeared to be listening intently to the goings on outside, bow aimed at the door. The bow was merely for show, but the book was another matter. He glanced over at it lying open in front of him, mumbling something under his breath. (Here he attempts to cast a spell to seal the door.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> Introducing a new location, Outside the Carriages [currently Marcus Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague]; Also, Frederick Martin, Richard Dupont, the Gerrard brothers, and Louis Blanc all join the group outside the carriages.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>Marcus Dupont awaited the men, and their weapons, even as he watched the foreign soldiers crawl up onto Dementlieu lands. It was clear by her garb, that the refuge was a woman...perhaps a noble woman, by the look of her clothing. It was clear now that they would have to get involved. The soldiers would do awful things to her, if they caught up with her; and even if they let them take her, there was no guarantee that the soldiers would leave them be.<br><br>"Lady!" he yelled, his voiced deep and booming. She was veering off a bit, running away from the carriages. "Come! Come to us!" He waved again. "We'll keep you safe!"<br><br>Then, turning to the menfolk (and the rare lady) who joined him outside, Marcus spoke. "Those damn Falkovnians. Use the carriages for cover. Tell the women to stay inside, and away from the windows. Our muskets can down them well before they get close enough to shoot their arrows." <br><br>He stalked confidently between the first and second carriages, clapping his son, Richard, on the shoulder, and nodding to Frederick Martin in the process. "Oh, and for all of our sakes, don't shoot past the girl unless the soldiers give you a very clear shot. Killing a noblewoman? It would lead to some very severe consequences for the unlucky shot. The safety of our women is the priority, but let's help her if we can."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</div><strong>Kolette de Brest</strong>, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Looking at their companions, Kolette tried to calm herself, nervously smiling back to Antoinette and Viktor.&nbsp; "Thank you, Viktor.&nbsp; It's such a dreadful nuisance; I wish they'd hurry up with it..."<br><br>Sitting back to provide Viktor room, and to clutch Antoinette's arm, she tried to joke, "I don't know about nobles, but I know they'd go crazy for you.&nbsp; Heh, if I were one of these barbarians, I'd certainly carry you off..."&nbsp; Kolette had read plenty of trashy novels of bodice-ripping brigands, but this was all a bit more dirty and dangerous than she had imagined, and her joke feel a little flat on her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:39:27</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene looked outside when a man's voice called out from one of the other carriages, and she stared at the men in armor, with swords and arrows and other weapons. She wondered if she should go out and help them, or stay in the carriages. The latter seemed the more practical and safer option, but she wanted to do something, too. <br><br>She decided to stay, however, and held Ivy close to her, her hold protective, as she continued to watch out of the window, eager to see what was happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 23:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Riverbed [Sylria]<br><br>I flinch as I hear the voice of the man in front of the carriages and hesitate for a moment, before deciding that it is perhaps the best chance I will have.&nbsp; I begin running toward them, lowering myself as close to the ground as I can as I do so, panting with the exertions.&nbsp; My hair is sopping wet from swimming, and I feel very self conscious of my ears.&nbsp; I knew that I was an elf, but everyone had been so shocked to see me that I wasn't certain what sort of reaction to expect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 00:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/9668/emilylarochez.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> I was afraid it would be too vague, so I'll mention it. Please note that, in her story, Emily's father doesn't get involved in the problem of the wolves until it attacks the family's livestock herds. He wasn't motivated to get personally involved until they had attacked and killed something of value to him. Also, Emily is a six-year-old girl; didn't get that into the post.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Emily Laroche</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Emily Laroche usually stayed out of the conversations of adults. They used big words, and they didn't always seem to value her questions or remarks. Mama and Papa sure didn't, anyway; they left her alone on most days, and even the family's servants gave her a wide berth. And so, even in the tightly cramped coach, the young girl felt alone.<br><br>Justine had kind of sprung young Emily on Lilian; a personal favor, and the eldest of the Montague sisters had agreed that she could come along. When the nobles split into their various carriages, however, woman and child were separated. There was room in the other carriage for them both, but Justine had felt the crowd wasn't quite appropriate for her young friend. Emily knew the truth, though: Justine just didn't want to be around her, was all.<br><br>Emily held Poppy, her best friend in all the world, against her chest. Muskets. She knew what those were. When the wolves had killed a few of the peasants near her family's estate, Papa had sent his men out to hunt for it. When they began to prey on the family's livestock herds, Papa had gone out himself, with a musket. Though he was many miles away, she heard the booming sound, like thunder on a clear day. Papa had come back with a half dozen dead wolves as trophies, the acrid smell of spent gunpowder clinging to his rough face.<br><br>Muskets could make holes in things. Big, bloody, gaping wounds. The wolves had looked so sad, in death. And now, outside, they were talking about muskets. "Don't worry, Poppy," she said, holding her porcelain dolly close, "I won't let anyone shoot you."<br><br>After Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, and Frederick Martin left the carriage, Emily slipped off of her seat next to Ashley, and hid on the floor, against the carriage door. Against the side of the wooden carriage, away from the open window, she thought would be safe. It never occurred to the young girl to consider that bullets and arrows could pierce wood just as they did flesh and bone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 01:05:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font">(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)</span><br><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font">Ashley had just nodded her assent to Imogene’s request for a moment alone when the mayhem began. Now they were speaking of Falkovnia warriors giving chase to a lone noble woman! Ashley’s heart went out to the poor soul. Suddenly, a vision was upon Ashley and it had to do with the noble woman... Again the vision was unclear, long silver hair entwined in …what she could not see, a splatter of blood across the lady’s cheek, and eyes… eyes that Ashley could drown in. Clearing her head of the vision, Ashley looked at the other women in the carriage. "Ladies, while the men surely will not fail us, it does behoove us to do what we can to protect ourselves." With and air of industry, she set making the carriage more secure. Ashley saw Emily slide onto the floor, and with a gentle smile, she picked up the child and set her carriage pillow under her and moved her away from the danger of the door to a more secure seat near the middle of the floor.<br>Offering first Emily a smile of calm reassurance and then her friends, Ashley spread her lap rugs onto the rest of the carriage floor and motioned for her friends to sit. She then began to remove the seat cushions on her side of the carriage to add padding against the windows should any arrows strike. She motioned for the other women to do the same. Ashley’s task done, she looked around for something to give some seal to the door. Seeing Edward’s discarded walking stick, Ashley shoved the stick through the door handle and door side, letting it act as a bar. Surveying her work, Ashley shrugged her shoulders as she turned to her friends, "Anyone have any have anything with them that we can defend ourselves with?"</span><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Ashley then sat down next to Emily and offered her a sweet from her reticule.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 01:28:21</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>The conversation had been proceeding amusingly, and though Kat could not make out the details of her friends' whispered conversation, she hardly needed to. She kept her amusement to herself, and her attention on the others; especially Estelle.<br><br>"Yes," she said to her, "you simply must join us. I can promise you'll not be bored -"<br><br>The sudden jolting of the carriage to a halt cut off the rest of her words, but Kat was loathe to give up her appearance of poise. She let the others scramble to see, smiling serenely. A smile that became a little forced as the cries of 'soldiers' went up. Kat knew fine well that this train of noble-born might make a fine catch for bandits or raiders, and her hand surreptitiously brushed the hilt of her keep-sake knife.<br><br>Still, they had guards, and Viktor was proving himself usefully manly and guarding the door. Kat thought she might reward him for that later, it's never a bad idea to let people know you appreciate a body placed between oneself and harm. As for herself, for the moment there was little to do save to converse, and show that she was unafraid. <br><br>"Oh, my silly darling," she said, turning to Kolette, and trying her own light-hearted (if poor taste) commentary. "While Antoinette is quite the catch, I don't think that many bandits would have the refined sensibility to enjoy her company as we do. I am quite sure any barbarian with any sense would endeavour to make off with <em>all</em> of us. Except for gallant Viktor, of course, but given his presence, I doubt we have anything to fear."<br><br>She drew the dagger, holding it lightly in her lap, and looking to her friends. "Remember we are the flower of our nation, and they are but a jumped-up peasant rabble. I am sure this will be handled quite quickly, and then we shall be on our way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 03:27:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>Lilian watched as the woman scrambled to her carriages.&nbsp; Wet and dripping, there was something mysterious about her.&nbsp; As Lilian watched her silken run that seemed more like a glide, she wondered if it was simply the woman's grace.&nbsp; Though she could see the frantic nature of the woman's flight, to Lilian, it was still beautiful to watch.<br><br>Hands on her hips, Lilian glared at the Falkovnians stumbling like crazed animals in the water.&nbsp; Nose in the air, she disdained their ungainly chase.&nbsp; They should have backed down when they saw the Mantague insignia on the carriages.&nbsp; Her father was known for his careful, torturous punishment for those that thwarted his eldest daughter's whims.&nbsp; Lilian hated the Falkovnians, members of her family had gone to war because of their unsophisticated nation.&nbsp; Really, how could they compare with her wonderful Dementlieu.&nbsp; She refused to let her anyone get hurt because of this moltly bunch.&nbsp; There was no way she was going home now, not after they'd already set out.&nbsp; Lilian hated going backwards!<br><br>"Why don't you shoot?" she said scornfully to the men around her "Don't be cowards.&nbsp; I want that woman saved and I want her saved now.&nbsp; If you won't do it, I'll run out to her this instant and you'll see how Father will discipline you when I get hurt!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:37:32</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>Sebastian emerges from the carriage, the vehicle swaying as he steps down onto the hard packed road. Seeing the two boys eagerly clambering out of the coach, he quickly reaches out and tries to grab the scruff of their necks and push them back toward the women’s carriages. <strong>“Lads protect the ladies and keep low,”</strong> he barks warning at the boys. <strong>“Unless you want to end up pin cushions! Those longbows do a nasty work in trained hands.”</strong><br><br>Taking the loaded musket from William, he thumbs back the hammer checking the flint striker with practiced familiarity.&nbsp; He knew enough of the weapon to be proficient, but he would not by any means call himself a marksman. The familiar weight of his hammer hanging from a loop on his belt of little comfort when facing Falkovnia soldiers with longbows, he shoulders the firearm and takes aim.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2211716#msg2211716">Quote from: limondrop on 08-09-2009, 03:27:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don't you shoot?" she said scornfully to the men around her "Don't be cowards.&nbsp; I want that woman saved and I want her saved now.&nbsp; If you won't do it, I'll run out to her this instant and you'll see how Father will discipline you when I get hurt!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>“M'lady, you’d be safer back in your coach tending to your friends and sister!”</strong>&nbsp; He bellows over his shoulder as he kneels behind the spokes of the wheels for cover. Stifling a heated reply to the ladies words with a number of colorful curses under his breath. Resting the gun on the axle he squint his left eye and targets the breast just above the heart of the nearest barbarian climbing up from the river bank. <em>Even if I miss maybe he'll scream enough to frighten off his fellows</em>, Bastian thinks.<br><br>One shot and an eternity of thunder rings in his ears with the gentle squeeze of his finger. He blinks rapidly to clear the muzzle flash from his eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:51:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/9668/emilylarochez.jpg)</div><strong>Emily Laroche</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>The girl may have been spent much time alone, but she was not the type to refuse attention when it was offered. The moment Ashley motioned her over, Emily came. She watched as the older girl worked to make their carriage defensible, and once she was done, she wrapped her arms around Ashley. "Thank you," she murmured, for keeping me and Poppy safe.<br><br>Moments later, the young girl was happily eating a piece of candy, and playing with her dolly on Ashley's lap. There were loud voices outside, but that was a world away...until the first shot went off, of course. The sound was deafening; the loud crack of gunpowder igniting and the bullet shooting out the long musket barrel. Emily clung tightly to her new friend, genuinely afraid.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:59:34</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene's worries about her sexuality seemed to diminish, as she took a more secure spot away from the windows, still holding Ivy close to her. This would be the first time she had ever been this close to mortal danger, and it scared her. But she tried to stay calm, she was one of the older ones, after all.<br><br>She looked toward Emily and smiled at her reassuringly, before looking back to Ivy, running her fingers softly through her hair. "Are you alright?" she muttered, since the girl had been silent ever since the carriages had stopped. She really wanted to step outside, try to help them in any way she could, but she knew that, ultimately, she would die if she was out there. She was not an efficient fighter, having never been trained, and her spells were minor, defensive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:11:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Antoinette giggled at Kat as she spoke, nodding in agreement. "I'm tempted to kidnap you two myself, so any brute who fought his way in would likely think the same. Besides, I just don't think I could please <strong>a whole</strong> camp full of ruffians all by myself." She stuck her tongue out playfully at Kolette, and then slipped her hand into Lady Katrina's lap.<br><br>"I just love to stroke your dagger," she murmured, running a finger along the sharpened edge of Lady Katrina's blade. It was a beautiful piece of work, really. Simple, but gorgeous, and Antoinette delighted in the sharp and...<br><br>BOOM! The musket fired, shattering the illusion of safety. Antoinette screamed, her hand moving quickly away from the dagger in Lady Katrina's lap...quick enough to slice into two of her fingers. Her bloodied fingers came up to her mouth, covering gaping lips. "Oh, Ezra, what was that! Have they...have they attacked?" Antoinette was breaking down now, and she didn't even notice the blood that dripped down her cheek and chin. "Viktor, save us! Do something, please, I beg you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:27:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy came down to the floor with her friends, Imogene in her arms. "Oh, my gosh, did you hear that? They're firing guns. This is real. Bandits and soldiers and...oh, Imogene, I'm so scared!" She watched as Ashley fortified their carriage; she was always the smart and practical one of the bunch.<br><br>"Oh, don't worry. Lily will take care of this. She always does! She'll keep us safe." Ivy pulled Imogene even closer, and placed her head against the girl's chest, to listen for her heartbeat. She giggled when she found that it wasn't beating nearly as hard as her own was. <br><br>"Yes, I really am okay," she said, answering Imogene's question. "Even the little girl is taking it better than me...and my friends! Ashley is making us safe, and you're caring for me." She gazed up at Imogene with warmth in her eyes. "I'm just a silly, spoiled girl. I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends."
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				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:47:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong> Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague,Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>Lilian glared at Sebastian as he shouted his advice.<br><br>Servants, Lilian thought, really should just say "Yes Ma'am" and be done with it.&nbsp; Lilian didn't think that she would ever be hiring Sebastian again for one of her outings.&nbsp; Hearing the scorn in his voice, she made a note to have a severe talk with Sebastian about his attitude.&nbsp; Really, everyone knew that being shunned by Lilian would mean becoming an outcast.&nbsp; Once Lilian decided that someone wasn't to be spoken to, no one spoke to them.&nbsp; Lilian bit back a a smirk when she saw his eyes blink rapidly from the musket flash.&nbsp; Lilian had watched her brothers and father hunt and she had seen much better use of a musket.&nbsp; <br><br>Though she wished to cover her ears from the loud boom that reverberated through the forest, Lilian stood her ground unflinchingly.&nbsp; Gazing on as the nearest baboon fell back in the water.&nbsp; She wondered if the rest of the animals would take care of their fallen comrade or continue the attack.&nbsp; Eyes glinting with repressed anger, she shouted "Again!"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:54:25</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>I am running toward them when one of them puts a long metal pole to his shoulder, and I wonder what in the world he is doing.&nbsp; And then a deafening explosion splits the air, and I give a cry of alarm as the pole launches a cloud of black smoke into the air, and I nearly drop to the ground, but manage to keep from tripping over my feet.&nbsp; I keep running until I am near them, when my foot catches a hole in the ground and sends me tumbling over the ground, and I just lay there, panting and dizzy from overwork.&nbsp; After a moment I croak out. "Help...?&nbsp; You...aren't going to hurt me, are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Sebastian's shot misses; Marcus Dupont wounds one of the Falkovnian soldiers; Sylria has 60 foot lead on the soldiers that chase her, and is approximately 250 feet from the carriages now; she continues to run, and ends up tripping 100 or so feet from the carriages with the men fast approaching; Viktor Martian seals the door of Carriage #3 facing towards the Musarde river. Aron and Eriq run to Carriage #3 and beg to be let in.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>Marcus Dupont added a second shot to Sebastian's first. It was difficult to see which shot landed, but one of the soldiers went down, grasping at his leg. The other four continued on, slowly gaining on the running girl; she looked like a young woman now, as the group approached the carriages. The men that chased the young women were unarmored, but they still carried bows and swords; they were equipped to put up a fight.<br><br>Aron and Eriq exited their carriage from the backside, and they quickly ran to the next carriage over. Ashley, however, had pretty much blockaded the doors, and even though they banged and wailed outside, it was no simple matter to let them in. ((If anyone tries to open a door, the boys would be gone by the time they had undone Ashley's barricading)). After a few moments, they moved on to the third carriage, banging and screaming on the door. "Let us in! Let us in. The soldiers are coming!"<br><br>Frederick aimed his weapon, preparing to fire a third shot. He was calm, and almost stoic as he waited for the perfect moment to fire.<br><br>"Miss Lilian! What do you think you're doing out here? If you get yourself killed it'll be my head in a basket. Get back inside, you mad girl," scowled Marcus Dupont, shooing her from the crowd of men. "Listen to your servant, Sebastian. His advice is solid." Sometimes children, even the rich ones he had to answer to, infuriated him with their inane behavior. "We will save her, I swear it! And we will call for you when these Falkovnian trespassers have been dealt with. But for now, get back with your maids, girl!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 07:04:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div> Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br><em>Children! Just what I need. </em> Viktor didn't like children. Not only were they noisy and generally annoying, but many of them saw through masks and facades all too readily. He avoided them most of the time.<br><br>Viktor turned around and pointed at the door. "We can't very well have children outside when there are guns being fired, can we? Let them in?" It was more of an order than a question, but he cared not how it sounded. He pointed his crossbow in that direction just in case one of the savages tried to follow them in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 08:17:54</strong>
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				<em>[OOC: Rather than moving the story too far forward with the meeting of Sylria, I wanted to set up Lilian's rescue mission from another point of view&nbsp; :-)]</em><br><br><strong>Aimee Lisle</strong> [Carriage #4: Marie Archambault, Aimee Lisle, Madie Thomas, and a few other female servants]<br><br>Aimee was not looking forward to the trip as much as she would have liked.&nbsp; Her prime spot on the grapevine put her in possession of quite a few of Avonleigh's choice gossiped- about bits.&nbsp; Sifting through the pieces, Aimee wondered which ones were true.&nbsp; When her mistress had decided to plan this trip, she refused to listen to Aimee's protests.&nbsp; Ever the spoiled heiress, Lilian was never one to be deterred when she wanted something.&nbsp; Aimee regretted not sharing some of the juicer, sexual bits with Lilian.&nbsp; It would never do, her sheltered lady hearing about such dirty things.&nbsp; However, if she had heard them, the shock may deterred Lilian from going at all.<br><br>Aimee was five years older than her mistress and had been with Lilian since the day Lilian was born.&nbsp; When Lilian was small, she had been so attached to Aimee that she made Aimee sit in on her lessons as well as play dates.&nbsp; As Lilian grew, Aimee still sat discreetly at the back of the room taking careful note of her mistress's needs and wants.&nbsp; Aimee used her knowledge discreetly and wisely.&nbsp; While reading and writing was common among the higher servants, she knew that her learning on languages and historical policy were dangerous.&nbsp; There would be no gossip to be had if she lost her servant's accent and empty mind.<br><br>As Aimee sat in the carriage, she shook the gossip out of her head.&nbsp; They were already headed to Avonleigh and even the best rumors couldn't outweigh the real thing.&nbsp; It would be better to be useful; ticking things off quickly on her papered list, pen in hand, favorite blankets, favorite doll, favorite pillow, nightgowns, dresses, shoes, favorite flour- Aimee was sure that all of Lilian's favorites were packed tightly away.&nbsp; No complaints there.<br><br>Suddenly, the carriage jerked to a halt and mayhem began.&nbsp; After an unintentional dark slash on the page, Aimee tucked the paper securely between the carriage cushions.&nbsp; Amid the thud of men's shoes and voices, Aimee could hear Lilan's commanding voice- carrying just a hint of fear.&nbsp; Rolling her eyes, Aimee knew that there was nothing that she could do for her mistress beyond saving prayer.&nbsp; Lilian never did listen to anyone, she had more of a penchant for ordering.&nbsp; Aimee wasn't too worried after the first gunshot, however, after a second and third, Aimee knew this was no normal bandit encounter.&nbsp; <br><br>Peaking her head out of the window, Aimee saw Lilian begin to break away from the cover of the wagons.&nbsp; "Marcus you dumb wit" she cried "MY MISTRESS!" trembling finger pointing to Lilian's retreating back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 08:53:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> (http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)<br><br><br>Ashley, Coach# 3 (Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br><br><br>Jumping each time a musket shot rang out, it was at moment’s like this that Ashley longing for the comfort of another’s arms seemed overwhelming. She had peered through her eyelashes at Imogene and Ivy as Imogene lowered Ivy to the floor and comforted her. Seeing the gentle and loving way Imogene and Ivy console each other, Ashley couldn’t help but feel that old familiar twinge of envy at the ease in which they touched</span><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">. <br>&nbsp;‘Stop being such a "Ninny and longing for what you know you can’t have, Ashley admonished herself.</span></em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> ‘ She had learned very young that touching could bring about the visions, so she simply quit touching people. Now, other than to offer quick comfort or a gloved hand, Ashley remained apart. But, oh how she longed for those touches, even if she didn’t quite realize how much. <br>Ashley rapped her arms about herself. Realizing she was now staring at Ivy laying her head against Imogene’s chest, Ashley cleared her throat and was about to speak when a loud banging came upon the carriage door. Ashley jerked away from door and let out a wobbly scream.<br>Feeling a big ridiculous when she realized it was the boys, who upon being frightened in their carriage, were seeking shelter with others. Ashley reached up to remove the walking stick blocking the door, but the stick wouldn’t budge. Pressing more weight into the jammed stick, Ashley tried again, but still the stick wouldn’t move. Frowning at the door, she shouted out to the boys, "Hurry boys, run up to the next carriage, our door is barred shut, and I fear I can not remove the jam." <br>Moving back to reseat herself, Ashley ran smoothing hands down her velvet traveling outfit, then, she took a firming breath, and tried to steady herself once more. If Father had gotten anything into her head (besides the fact that she should never ever speak of, or for that matter have, visions) it was that Browly’s were always steady and true. Being Papa’s good girl, Ashley would be a Browly. <br>&nbsp;Again Ashley took herself to task</span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">, ‘<em>Whatever is to came, it will be happening soon enough. Acting a coward about it won’t change it</em>.</span><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Besides,</span></em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">’ she allowed. </span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">‘<em>It has to be ok. She reasoned with herself, I didn’t see anything…</em></span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">’ <br>&nbsp;Ivy’s words broke into Ashley’s self-examination. "That’s so like you Ivy Sweet, to credit your friends with comforting and petting you and here you are holding Imogene, and assuring us that Lily will take care of things. Although, I must agree with you about Lily, even the a whole invading army would not deter her from a goal." Ashley emphasized this statement with a wink. Her eyes danced now as she was never ashamed to let Ivy know how much she admired Lily’s tenacity, even if it did occasionally get them into scrapes. <br></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> Not hearing any more gunplay from the outside, Ashley rises and gently peels back one side of the window cover to peer out. "Lily!" She exclaims, with a hand to her throat, "No! Don’t." <br></span>[/]
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 12:32:32</strong>
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				(OOC: damn I missed a lot)<br><br>Justine Sade, Carriage # 3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Victor]<br><br>(before the attack)<br>Justine looked around at the women in the carriage.&nbsp; They seemed your usual gossipy noblewomen, all interested in who was fucking who.&nbsp; She looked up and watched Katrina as they spoke, noticing that she was staring at her.&nbsp; She could not help but to shift in her seat a bit.&nbsp; It had started when she grew of age, the strange feeling when ever a rather beautiful woman was paying her attention.&nbsp; She had long hidden these feelings from her family but this weekend would be without them.&nbsp; She was on her own.<br><br>She watched them then looked away, out of the carriage.&nbsp; "It is merely another fairytale.&nbsp; It was a tragic incident that hopefully will never be repeated."&nbsp; The thought of a fairytale come to life made her heart flutter though.&nbsp; She shifted again, her slender legs pressed close together underneath her dress from the woman's attentions.<br><br>(after the attack)<br><br>The sound of gunshots made her jump but she kept her cool much more then the others.&nbsp; Her rapier was in her trunk but she still had a dagger hidden on her person.&nbsp; She drew it out, looking over as Victor used some sort of spell to lock the door.<br><br>"I am no child sir.&nbsp; You may count on me for help."&nbsp; She tried to sound as bold as possible.&nbsp; This is what she had dreamed of.&nbsp; Excitement.<br><br>She looked over as Antoinette started to freak out, cutting herself on her dagger.&nbsp; "Wait, you've cut yourself.&nbsp; Let me see."&nbsp; She reached over and grabbed Antoinette's finger trying to find the cuts.&nbsp; Despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to find one.&nbsp; "Calm down.&nbsp; It will be ok."<br><br><br>(OOC note:&nbsp; Justine uses lay on hands to heal the cut on the fingers)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 15:10:14</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>But this was no time to be Sharing a smile with Antoinette, as she felt her fingers brushing the steel of her knife, Kat focussed on keeping herself under control. No need to let anyone see her concern, after all, and really, this is what gentlemen were for - the ladies should have nothing to worry about.<br><br>"If it were you attempting the kidnapping, dear one," Kat purred back to her friend, "I think neither Kolette nor I would put up much of a struggle. Surely -"<br><br>*<strong>BANG</strong>* The musket cut her off, and all her self-control was needed not to jump. Antoinette was not so controlled, though, and the quick movement of her hand left bloody cuts on her fingers. Kat frowned, and lightly rapped Antoinette's cheek, just enough to try for her attention.<br><br>"Careful, dear heart," she said, a little steel in her voice. "Keep your calm, and all will be well. We would not like you to <em>embarrass </em>yourself, now would we? Now let me look at that cut. Estelle, be a dear and let those children in. Sweet Viktor is right, we can't be letting them getting underfoot in a skirmish."<br><br>Kat disliked children as much as Viktor, and for the same reasons, but what could one do? She certainly wasn't going to obey what sounded suspiciously like a command from the gentleman, however - instead, she reached for her Antoinette's bloodied hand. Before she could grasp it, though, Justine was beside them, taking care of the cut herself. The other lady seemed oddly calmer now, and her firm pledge of aid had sounded in earnest. A strange contrast, Kat thought, with the earlier discomfort the lady had shown to the social interaction - she had noticed Justine's interesting reaction to her attentions, and had wondered then about the cause. <em>Something to be explored later</em>, Kat mused to herself, <em>when we're in less mortal peril</em>. Curiosity was ranked high amongst her vices, after all. But there were more important things to concern them now, so she confined herself to a smile of thanks to Justine, meeting her eyes as the other tended her friend's cut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 19:07:30</strong>
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				Justine Sade, Carriage # 3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Victor]<br><br>Justine cleane up the cut as best as she could.&nbsp; She looked down unable to see where it was cut.&nbsp; She thought it rather odd as well but then it wasn't the first time strange things had happened to her.&nbsp; Having the feeling of being watched, she looked up to lock eyes with Katrina.&nbsp; She blushed and quickly looked back down at the fingers she was cleaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> This premonition knowledge is IC for Ashley only.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Frederick Martin, Lilian Montague, Richard Dupont, Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Katrina Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy pulled Imogene with her, as she moved closer to Ashley and Emily. The four girls huddled together as more musket shots rang out outside. Emily squeaked with fright each time another loud blast fired. Even though this was a dreadful situation, Ivy loved being with her friends...huddled as they were...close. She hoped nothing would ever change her life. For good or bad, she loved her circle of girls very deeply.<br><br>Ivy snuggled Imogene for a second longer, before leaning over and giving Ashley a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she murmured sweetly; but something was wrong with Ashley! Her eyes were still open and moving, but her body began to fall limp against Ivy.<br><br>Emily, still in Ashley's lap, cried out, "Oh no, is she dead!" There were tears threatening to well up in her eyes.<br><br>Bella moved down from her seat to join the rest of the women, worry showing on her pretty face. "No, no, of course not. She's just," and here she hesitated for a moment, "...just fine. Ivy? Imogene? Can one of you," and here she smiled at the girl again, sweet and reassuring, "take care of little Emily, while the other helps me to make Ashley more comfortable?"<br><br><hr><br><strong>((For Ashley Only))</strong><br><br>As Ivy kisses your cheek, everything goes dark and black; your eyes close, and your body gives out on you. You're somewhere else. The future, perhaps? A dream? As you see images flashing before you, you become convinced that this is a nightmare. You play, in the hedge maze, but there's something there...chasing you. A beast! Then, inside of Avonleigh--it must be that dread house--in a little girl's room, poor Emily looks deathly pale; her mouth slowly opens and something small begins to crawl out of it; the image darkens, before you can see what it is.<br><br>Then the dreams grow more, and more terrible. A room, with implements of torture; a flash of a servant screaming. And old man crying, and the awful images end with the voice of many, many men beyond a large door; the front door of Avonleigh...screaming, begging to be let in. You watch as Viktor Martin latches the door with a hint of a smile on his face, and then there's an awful, ripping, tearing noise beyond as the voices shrill in a crescendo, and then die in silence; the last thing you hear is the crunching of bone, and the sound of something wet being dragged away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:20:23</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>Cursing his luck as his shot goes wide, Sebastian grunts as he reloads the muzzle of the musket. He uncorks his gunpowder horn with his teeth careful to not spill the precious contents. Tamping down the powder with wool and shot the smith loads another round.<br><br><strong>“Well shot, Master Dupont!”</strong> The smith’s cheer dies in his throat as the woman falls only a few span from the carriages. A stone settles in the big man’s stomach. Bastian had an eye for measurements and she was still well within range of those bows.<br><br>Sebastian hated the thought of heroics. <em>Heroes only got themselves killed or a pat on the head after their daring deeds were done</em>, he muses. Crouching low he crawls toward the lead horses of the coach and tries to unhook the lead gray gelding from the yoke. <strong>“Damn bloody fool woman,”</strong> he hisses keeping a wary eye on the Falkovnian soldiers and their clumsy target. <strong>“Someone make them keep their heads down,”</strong> he yells grabbing the reins. “<strong>I’ll go out and try and bring her back!”</strong> Running his hand over the flat side of his hammer he lets the musket lie in the dirt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:20:49</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> I'm going to be taking over Estelle's character for a little bit. For right now, please feel free to consider her an NPC. This is at the request of Estelle's writer, so no need to worry about hurt feelings or anything. We will miss her for as long as she is gone.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Estelle</strong>, Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>Estelle had noticed the chemistry between Lady Katrina and Justine Sade at once. Antoinette had been right about her in some ways, though she did an excellent job of covering it up. She was Frederick's whore, and the plaything of many a man...and woman. And so it was obvious to her that Justine was responding to her own longings. The way she looked at Lady Katrina; Estelle had seduced many individuals, of all genders, into giving her those shy gazes.<br><br>The carriages stopped, the muskets began to fire, and all around her the world began to seem crazy. Viktor. Her Viktor. He was so protective and sweet over her. Though he made a show of keeping everyone safe, she knew that he secretly longed to protect her. Always the gentleman. She touched his shoulder as she rose from her seat, and mouthed a silent, "thank you."<br><br>Then she moved across the carriage to let the boys in. Lady Katrina had no small amount of power, and even if Estelle were playing a noble, with the pretense of her own station, she had absolutely no desire to cross the woman. <em>Why make an enemy when you can seduce a lover?</em> A certain dark and charming man had taught her that.<br><br>Estelle opened the coach door, and motioned the boys in. "Get in, you silly children." They happily obeyed, the carriage rocking as they climbed inside, jostling with each other. They were loud and disruptive at first, but Estelle shooed them into quiet with a finger to her lips. "Dear Antoinette is having a hissy fit, so if you could calm down...for her sake."<br><br>"Yes, Miss Estelle, we'll be quiet" said Aron politely, making eyes at her; he was twelve and he was already a flirt. She shook her head in disbelief as she moved back to her seat; men were, even boys, were so predictable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:25:19</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Feel free to go after them, Sebastian. I think Lilian has started to run out to Sylria (the elf) as well, so you might have to save both of the women now *giggles* Good luck with Lily, though. I'm sure she'll be very appreciative if you scoop her up! You can unhook the horses just fine, and you're perfectly good riding the mature gelding. Have at it. :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:30:51</strong>
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				Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am no child sir.&nbsp; You may count on me for help."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Viktor turned to Justine and smiled. "That is very noble of you, Madame, but it would be much more helpful to sit with the others and stay quiet lest the savages hear you..." Realizing this might not be enough, he turned up the charm and added,"...with a voice as sweet as yours, surely they would come here first." He took her unarmed hand in his, and looked deeply into her eyes as he said this, trying to throw her mind off-balance. "I would fight gallantly, of course, but it pains me to think of what they might do to an innocent young lady if I were to be overrun and dispatched."<br><br>He didn't need these damned women drawing attention to <em>his</em> carriage. Stupid women never did as they were told, though - especially noblewomen. <em>Hmgh. Noble, indeed.</em> Appealing to their petty, whorish natures was the only way to get them to do anything, disguising an order within the disgusting camouflage of compliments and adoration. He knew of much better ways to handle whores, but this was not the time nor the place.<br><br>He smiled again at Justine and hoped more wasn't necessary to shut her up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:40:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>Antoinette screamed again as another shot rang out, the sound loud and shrill; she sounded like a young girl throwing a temper tantrum. Finally she began to calm, as seconds passed between muskets firing. "Embarrass?" she murmured to Kat.<br><br>Then Justine was upon her, tending to her bloodied hand. "Oh Ezra, have I...am I shot? Am I going to die?" Tears welled up in Antoinette's eyes, but she struggled to stay strong. She leaned forward, and kissed Justine on the lips; the action was so sudden, so unprovoked, that Justine simply couldn't expect or defend against it. "I want you to know," said Antoinette, on the verge of sobbing, "I've always wanted to fuck you, Justine...I've dreamed of it many times, but now I'll never get the chance."<br><br>The tears were flowing freely now, and Antoinette buried herself against Lady Katrina's bosom, crying, "Hold me. Hold me, please, Kat. I'm dying!" Antoinette's sounds were miserable as she squirmed against her good friend's breasts, secretly squeezing one of them through the many layers of Kat's clothing.<br><br>Aron and Eriq began to snicker and laugh from across the bench. "Girls are so silly," one said, his face bright red with amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:43:05</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene knew something was wrong the moment Ivy had kissed Ashely's cheek. She could feel color draining out of her face as she watched in horror, paralyzed, unable to do anything other than simply sit there as Ashley fell limp. Sheer instinct told her that she did not merely just faint.<br><br>She awoke from her horrified stupor when Bella said her name, and nodded when she asked if either of them could watch out for Emily. "Of course," she said, trying to keep up her demeanor, though she was still terrified, as she held out her hand to the small girl, with what she hoped was a motherly expression on her face. "Come now, dear. It'll be alright."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 20:57:29</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague,</strong> Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague,Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>Lilian disliked Marcus, she never got her way with him.&nbsp; Her father respected Marcus as a fellow soldier and her brothers looked up to him.&nbsp; She could never get over the fact that he could order her around, though, he did give good advice once in a while.&nbsp; Lilian chose to ignore his words and gasped as the delicate woman stumbled, the soldiers not far behind her.<br><br>Faintly, she heard the woman's cry for help and Lilian couldn't stop herself from running towards her.&nbsp; There was something familiar about the woman, a wildness that reminded her of forest breezes and mossy outcrops.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt an arrow breeze past her, tugging through a lock of her hair.&nbsp; As Lilian neared on the woman, squinting as the silver threads in the woman's dress reflected bright sunlight, she finally saw where the woman's feral grace manifested itself, a pair of pointy ears.&nbsp; An elf, Lilian thought to herself, maybe a plaything of some barbarian?&nbsp; Dementlieu laws clearly stated that slaves were to be returned to their original masters.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly, the soldiers made more sense, they were after a runaway slave!&nbsp; Lilian couldn't let these ridiculous oafs win, she was just going to have to circumvent the law.&nbsp; Reaching the woman Lilian quickly untied her jaunty hat and placed it quickly on the woman's head.&nbsp; "Please, keep it on, it will hide your ears."<br><em><br>[OOC: I looked it up- 100 feet only takes about 10 seconds running (100 meters only takes about 30 seconds) if this is wrong please let me know &lt;3]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> In the interests of brevity, if Sebastian wants to state his intentions, Lilian and Sylria can respond to him as they please. I'd love to see them back at the carriage by tonight, or tomorrow morning at the very latest. Sebastian will be off to work for the day sometime soonish, so you guys can do the fade-to-black thing with him, and just let him add his side to the story when he pops on again. If you guys get impatient, assume he rides out and tries pick up Sylria and Lilian, offering them a ride back. The whole time, there's bullets whizzing by one way, and arrows shooting back the other.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault, Frederick Martin]<br><br>Marcus Dupont watched as the young gentleman aimed his musket for several moments, still not firing. "Loose your bullet, man," he screamed at Frederick impatiently. As long as the Falkovnian soldiers could be dealt with while they were still at range, the situation was in their favor. Right now they were taking free shots at the running men.<br><br>The young noble man ignored him, his body calm and relaxed. This might as well have been a deer hunt for all it seemed to affect him. "Almost," he murmured, adjusting his muzzle a tiny bit. And then he squeezed the trigger. The recoil from the explosion brought the barrel of his muzzle up with a jerk. Frederick didn't even watch to see his shot land. He simply began to reload his weapon, his actions smooth and practiced.<br><br>Not more than ten feet behind Sylria, the fastest of the Falkovnian soldiers was almost upon her. "You're going to pay for making us chase you, you elven whore. Get back..." There was a loud explosion. Another musket fired. Something wet landed on Sylria's back, and then she heard the thud of something heavy striking the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:08:45</strong>
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				The animal begins to froth prancing nervously as Bastian pulls himself up onto the horse. He was a decent enough rider, but this was a different thing all together than racing his friends at home. Bareback, his meaty hands wrap around the reigns as he leans forward close to the geldings back. With a quick kick he spurs the animal forward into a gallop.<br><br>With an ear shattering whiney, the gelding rears up like some warhorse from the fairytales as Sebastian clings to the beast’s mane for all he is worth. Galloping hard the Smith pushes the animal, quickly closing the distance to the prone woman and the popinjay that he was forced to rescue now too.<br><br><strong> “Bloody mad woman!”</strong> He yells closing on Lilian. The big man leans low across the gelding’s flank his fingers tangled in the animal’s mane for advantage. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he chides her. <strong>“You’ll be the death of us all if you keep on like this!”</strong> With a toss, he roughly lays her across the horses back without loosing stride. <strong>“You’re father will see to it himself if you get hurt.” “M’lady.”</strong> He adds as an afterthought while struggling to keep her flailing from blocking his view as he reaches down for the other bloody woman.<br><br><strong>“Your hand!”</strong> He calls as the beast kicks up clods of dirt. <strong>“Reach woman!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:12:23</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Haha! This is all cute. Sebastian reaches Lilian just as she makes it to Sylria. Lilian does everything in her post. Sebastian, however, scoops her up, and then leans down reaching for Sylria. See. Easy enough. No changing your posts around because things get confused. Beautiful writing doesn't need to be butchered. :P<br><br>Oh, and a soldier is about to get shot just a few feet away. If you guys can give me 15 minutes, you're free to continue on your way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Frederick kills one of the guards; they fall back behind some cover and prepare to launch volleys of arrows at the two women, the horse, and the carriages.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Falkovnian Soldiers</strong>, 100 Yards From the Carriages [Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault, Sylria, Falkovnian Soldiers]<br><br>Lilian and Sebastian both reached Sylria about the same time; and the first of the Falkovnian soldiers was almost upon them all. His face dripped with sweat, and his chest was bare. As the second woman and the mounted Sebastian reached his prize as well, he moved down to grasp for a small hatchet hanging from his belt. "You're going to pay for making us chase you, you elven whore," he screamed, loosing the bladed tool and preparing to sink it into her prone body. There was enough time to kill the non-human before the hulking man could pick her up off the ground. If they didn't claim her, she couldn't be allowed to live. "Get back..."<br><br>Then there was a loud explosion from afar. The shot was excellent, and Lilian heard something just off to her right. By the time she looked, the man in front of her had already been hit. Sebastian could see it all. One moment the man's expression was a dark sneer, and then the next his head swelled up and exploded like the belly of a rotting animal. Blood dispersed out in all directions, and pieces of flesh and brain and skull landed everywhere. One chunk...of something...landed on Sylria's back. The headless man fell forward, onto his knees, and then his body struck the ground with a loud "clunk." Sebastian could see him bleeding out across the ground.<br><br>The rest of the men, three in number, retreated to nearby cover at the sight of their companion's death. Sebastian and Lilian could see them, reaching for bows, notching arrows into place. They planned to fire at them. Sitting there, unmoving, the small group of Dementlieuese were easy targets for the Falkovnian soldiers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:40:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/9668/emilylarochez.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>Emily Laroche</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Emily moved quickly to Imogene. Though this was a terrible and frightening situation, she had never spent so much time among so many older girls. The fact that they were taking her into their arms, one after the other, was very comforting to Emily. "Thank you," she whispered, clinging to Imogene as Ivy and Bella tended to Ashley.<br><br>Men yelled outside, and intermixed with the Dementlieu language, there was the sound of something foreign. Strangers barked out orders in Falkovnian as well, though the noise was muted some within the carriage
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:40:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)</span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Ashley,&nbsp; carriage #2&nbsp; Bella, Ivy, Ashley, Imogene, Emily</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Ashley can't stop the wail of terror from breaking forth as she struggles to free herself from the vision. She thrashes at the hands trying to comfort her, and tries to beat their hands away, seeing only the hands of the men behind the door. Her eyes, empty just moments ago, now wide and wild, filled with those horrific images. "Oh, such evil... Avonleigh," she softly moans</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">. <br></span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Ashley blinks hard as she realizes she in now lying propped against Bella's amble bosom.&nbsp; A rosy blush warms her cleavage, and rises along the curve of her throat to settle on her cheeks.&nbsp; Fanning her face with her hands, Ashley gives her head a slight shake, and begins to move away from Bella.&nbsp; <br>A shudder courses through her body as she remembers the vision.&nbsp; Fortunately, remembering is never as bad as having one. Ashley offers her friends and dear little Emily a smile to let them know all is well. But she can not stop the small frown line creasing her brow.&nbsp; Thanking Bella for her comfort, Ashley resumes her place on the carriage floor.<br><br>Ashley's thoughts were all a jumble and fought for precedence in her head.</span><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> 'The maze, must stop the..Ivy and Imogene...Oh, God! Emily!%u2026 and Viktor!,&nbsp; he was so cold and frightening, Avonleigh, so dark, so evil.</span></em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">'<br><br>Knowing there was no way she could stop the trip to Avonleigh, Ashley vowed then and there she would do whatever necessary to keep her friends and the child safe. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>Sebastian spits on the corpse in frustration as he leaps down from the horse’s back. Hitting the earth with a muffled thud, he quickly reaches under the prone woman’s arms and lifts her easily up next to Lillian. <strong>“We have to move. Now!”</strong> He barks. Thinking of vaulting back up onto the horse as the first arrow whistles past them.<br><br>He was not sure the horse could run at the speed necessary to get the ladies back to the protection of the carriages with his bulk weighing it down as well. Cursing himself for a fool, he slaps the beast’s hindquarters hard to send the gelding screaming back toward the coaches.<br><br>Alone, in the open, he lowers his head and makes a mad dash toward the wagons. Weaving between trees or shrubs to keep something, anything, between his skin and the eyes of the bowmen behind him. Feeling like a fox in the feild. <em>No like a rabbit</em>, he thinks as the world slows around him, his senses growing sharper from fear. Every rush of air going past him sends a cold sweat down Sebastian’s neck. Any moment he expects to feel the sudden impact of an arrow. <br><br>Looking up he can make out the features of the others. Bond as grim as ever. Master Dupont’s wrinkled features as he took aim at another Falkovnian. The crack of musket fire and the sulphorous tang of gunpowder hanging in the air. So close now. He can hear the muffled cries of alarm as he comes within a few yards to the coaches and safety.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 21:52:51</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, 100 Yards From the Carriages [Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault, Sylria, Falkovnian Soldiers]<br><br>I yelp as the first woman pushes a hat onto my head, and her words merely confuse me for a few moments.&nbsp; Hide my ears?&nbsp; Why would I need to-?&nbsp; And another deafening explosion blasts my sensitive hearing, and I see one of the soldiers chasing me almost explode, splattering me with his brain matter.&nbsp; I flinch, taking the hand of the woman to scramble to my feet, and then the man to get onto the horse.&nbsp; I wanted to be far away from these brutal men, and my words are simple, almost frantic, though I note that my accent is far different than those of the people I have heard. "Th-thank you!&nbsp; I don't know what is...we should go, quickly!"<br><br>But then the man hits the horse, sending it running, and I have to hang on for dear life, afraid of what may happen to him.&nbsp; I flinch as I see an arrow arch right past him, barely missing, and pray that he won't be harmed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 22:50:40</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>Lilian gasped as she felt herself scooped unceremoniously onto a horse, the elf's hand whipping out of her grasp.&nbsp; Sebastian's disapproval was as clear and biting as his ungainly method of forcing her to submission.&nbsp; She could hear a Falkovnian crashing closer, she hoped that Sebastian could not understand the Falkovnian language.&nbsp; The oaf was screaming "Elf whore!"&nbsp; Nothing good could come out of straight laced Sebastian knowing that he was protecting a foreign slave.<br><br>Thrashing, Lilian she felt the wind ripple around her right arm.&nbsp; Reflexively, she pulled her arm back and Lilian watched as the bullet hit the barbarian behind her.&nbsp; Head swelling like a ripe tomato, Lilian could not help but watch as the head burst apart and pieces of flesh and brain spewed on the ground, trees and the elf.&nbsp; Eyes out of focus, Lilian blinked rapidly, she could never get used to killing, even years on the hunt never stopped her eyes from tearing after seeing dead body.<br><br>Still blinking, Lilian felt another body settle behind hers, lithe and fragrant.&nbsp; A quick twang broke Lilian's musings over the new delicious scent.&nbsp; Hoping to control the terrified horse, Lilian grappled with the reins.&nbsp; The carriages were in danger, there was no way that she could head back there.&nbsp; If the barbarians wanted the elf, the would have to kill Lilian Montague first!&nbsp; <br><br>Lilian had a plan, she would take a path in front of the carriages so that Marcus would have a straight shot when the stupid barbarians followed after.&nbsp; Then, all Lilian could just circle back, nothing would go amiss, this was her plan after all.&nbsp; Tugging on the reins Lilian careened the gelding in front of the line of carriages eyes blazing as she galloped past.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 23:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> Sebastian gets hit by an arrow; it strikes his off shoulder (i.e. whichever side is not dominant). A flurry of arrows falls from the sky, lodging themselves in the ground, anyone who feels the need to be hit by an arrow, and in the sides of the carriages. Lily escapes with her prize, and they make it around the front of the carriages.<br><br>Sebastian's player is at work now, so he will scramble back to the carriages over the course of tonight and into the morning; don't get too involved with his character unless you're willing to wait for him to respond tomorrow sometime. :P<br><br><hr><br>Marcus watched the scene unfold before him, not breathing. If anything happened to that fool of a girl... Lilian's father loved Marcus like a brother, but he had no doubt that the order would come quick and easily. He was quite relieved as the horse came running back towards the carriages, both girls now safe...at least for the moment.<br><br>Then Sebastian went down, an arrow buried somewhere in his backside. "Brave lad," he murmured, his face scrunching up. "Move forward men. Lay down musket fire as we approach." Arrows whirled through the air as he spoke, some embedding themselves into the thin wooden paneling of the carriages; designed more for looks than practicality, the women were still in danger of an ill-fated arrow. <br><br>"Charge them, men. Let's run these filthy scum through. This is not the first time Falkovnian blood has fertilized Dementlieu soil." Several of the men moved forward with him. Frederick Martin, and Marcus's son, Richard, strode forward, firing flashing shots to keep the Falkovnian soldiers down beneath their tall grasses. The soldiers were just launching their volleys of arrows blindly now; at any moment, an arrow could get lucky and strike someone, but for the most part they fell in randomness.<br><br>Louis Blanc stayed at the carriages, paralyzed with fear as the arrows struck all around him. As the rest of the men charged forward, he slipped around the back of one of the carriages, and ducked low for cover. Hopefully no one would realize what a coward he truly was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 23:40:21</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<hr><br>If she were thinking clearly, Kolette would know Antoinette would not be shot sitting in the middle, neither by a musket pointed the other way, or by an arrow without her seeing it.&nbsp; She was a bit stunned by the hysterics in the carriage and carnage outside, however.&nbsp; "Are you okay?" she asked, a bit uselessly, while feeling and examining her for any wounds.&nbsp; A loud *THUNK* next to her head startled her even more, her eyes tearing a bit, still trying to help her friend.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 00:37:03</strong>
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				(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley</span></strong> Carriage #2&nbsp; Ashley,&nbsp; Ivy, Imogene, Isabella, Emily</span><br><br><br>Ashley knew her friends would want an explanation of what had happened to her.&nbsp; It was only natural that they would, so before they could question her, she begged their pardon and apologized sweetly, intoning, “Dearests, pray do forgive me for causing you a fright!&nbsp; The closeness of the carriage and all the mayhem must have gotten to me more that I had thought.”&nbsp; Ashley hoped she had cleared her friend’s concern for her, but she wasn’t sure what she was seeing in Ivy’s eyes. <br><br>She twisted her silk and lace handkerchief around her left hand, and was about to speak again when a volley of shots baroomed out from the front of the convoy.&nbsp; Ashley knew she should be feeling frightened, but an eerie calm had now settled upon her.&nbsp; She had seen their faces at Avonleigh.&nbsp; Thunks broke through the sounds of the gasps of fear coming from the small group—each Thunk--an arrow striking their carriage. <br>&nbsp; <br>Ashley angled closer to Emily to wipe the tears from the child’s face.&nbsp; Mopping up the poppet’s face, Ashley taps Emily on the nose, hoping for a smile.&nbsp; Giving Emily her handkerchief, Ashley returns to her place near the door.&nbsp; Ashley shifts to settle into her seat, while wiggling back to get a bit more comfortable, she feels something hot and stabbing like a thousand bee stings strike her left side. Ashley puts her hand to her side.&nbsp; She can’t feel anything there, yet when she pulls her hand away, it comes away with her blood on it. <br>&nbsp;<br>She looks between Imogene and Ivy, and filled with confusion, her heliotrope eyes are wide and unfixed; she stretches out one arm to each girl and falls back against the seat front. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 00:52:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>"Oh my goodness, are you all right Ashley," asked Ivy, concern in her eyes. Bella helped her to steady the young woman, as she came out of her daze. "Thank you," she mouthed, to her beautiful Imogene, who now cradled Emily. Slowly Ashley came to, offering her explanation. As far as Ivy knew, the girls had always told each other everything...hiding nothing. She accepted Ashley's words without a second thought.<br><br>Bella, however, was not quite so naive. She regarded Ashley with quite a bit of suspicion, when the girl came to again. Ashley had murmured many words about Avonleigh, and they sounded dark and fearsome. <br><br>Just as Ivy moved to give both Emily and Imogene a concerned kiss on the forehead, the arrows began to hit their carriage. Sharp, metal heads poked through the wood in places, and a couple of them fully penetrated the thin walls of the carriage, striking into a bench here and there. They might not be safe for much longer. That's when Ashley was hit.<br><br>Emily gazed at Imogene, her eyes wide at the blood. "Is Ashley going to be okay," she asked of Imogene. Bella and Ivy both tried to come to the Ashley's aid, and each somehow managed to fight back their fear at the sight of her crimson blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 00:55:23</strong>
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				Justine Sade Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Estelle, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor turned to Justine and smiled. "That is very noble of you, Madame, but it would be much more helpful to sit with the others and stay quiet lest the savages hear you..." Realizing this might not be enough, he turned up the charm and added,"...with a voice as sweet as yours, surely they would come here first." He took her unarmed hand in his, and looked deeply into her eyes as he said this, trying to throw her mind off-balance. "I would fight gallantly, of course, but it pains me to think of what they might do to an innocent young lady if I were to be overrun and dispatched."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She was a bit surprised but gently moved her hand from his.&nbsp; "Thank you very much sir but I can handle myself.&nbsp; I suggest I tend to Miss Antoinette and make sure she is ok."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She leaned forward, and kissed Justine on the lips; the action was so sudden, so unprovoked, that Justine simply couldn't expect or defend against it. "I want you to know," said Antoinette, on the verge of sobbing, "I've always wanted to fuck you, Justine...I've dreamed of it many times, but now I'll never get the chance."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You are not going to due Antoinette.&nbsp; You'll be fine, it is just a scratch.&nbsp; Now get a hold of yo.." Her protests were cut off as she was kissed on the lips.&nbsp; She blushed a deep shade of red, quiet taken aback by the offer.&nbsp; "I uh.."&nbsp; She looked over her shoulders, glaring at the snickering boys.&nbsp; Why were the affections of these females affecting her so?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:00:22</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Antoinette's sudden declaration to Justine, and her tearful embrace, might well prove a distraction from all the noise and mess outside. As she could do little about it, Kat resolved to pay them no heed, but even her hard-won control was slipping and she put more force than she intended behind the snapped the words she addressed to her apparently hysterical companion.<br><br>"No, my silly darling, you are <em>not</em> dying, for none have yet tried to hurt us!" She calmed again then, feeling Antoinette's face against her bosom, squeezing secretly and reminding her of many a fine evening. Ah, reassuringly unladylike behaviour... "Oh! There, my dear heart, we are quite safe, for Viktor shall protect us if any do make it this far - and I am certain that Justine will aid him admirably!"<br><br>Her eyes sought Justine's again, a small quirk of the lips expressing a good natured embarrassment at her friend's behaviour, and an appreciation for her help. She let her eyes wander deliberately, looking the other up and down just for a second, wondering how Justine would take to such scrutiny and implied praise. Meanwhile, under the cover of Kolette's attempts to comfort and embrace Antoinette, Kat ran her embracing hands over the young 'lady' in her arms, squeezing her playfully in turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:04:40</strong>
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				Justine Sade Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Estelle, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>She slowly recovered a bit then looked over at Kat.&nbsp; She quickly nodded and gently reached out to rub Antoinette's back.&nbsp; "It will be ok, your not dying.&nbsp; It was a tiny scratch."&nbsp; She thought that Antoinette was defiantly over reacting but then some did not take well to combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:10:23</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>"Wait, where are we going?" I cry out in alarm as the woman with me starts redirecting the horse away from the wagons and around on the other side of them.&nbsp; What in the world was going on?&nbsp; Was she, like the other men, planning on taking her captive?&nbsp; The thoughts raced through her head as she held on tight to the horse, hoping she wouldn't fall off.&nbsp; What had she gotten herself into?&nbsp; There was no way she dared try to get off the horse now, though, not with the kind of speed that they were moving at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:14:45</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>A little quirking smile flitted over Kat's lips at the lack of response to her overtures - then, perhaps the lady wasn't in a mind to perceive them right now? Kat knew that she herself was manufacturing distractions from the fear and helpless tension she felt; perhaps, she thought, Justine was focussed elsewhere?<br><br>Certainly, she seemed calm as anyone could expect a lady to be under these trying circumstances.<br><br>Kat 's smile reappeared for a moment, as she lent her efforts to her self-distraction again, imagining Antoinette's likely reaction to being held by three lovely young ladies at once... not that she had never been in such a position before before of course!<br><br>"Thank you for taking care of my dear friend's wound, Justine," Kat said, trying to keep her voice calm and level and friendly. One of her hands pressed on Justine's, where it moved on Antoinette's back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:23:05</strong>
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				Justine Sade Carriage #3&nbsp; [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Estelle, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>She knew she was being looked up and down but she was too focused on coming down the hysterical Antoinette.&nbsp; She looked up as Kat talked to her, her hand pressing against hers.&nbsp; "It is ok Lady Katrina, I want to make sure she is okay."&nbsp; She was blushing just a bit, her own breathing deepening.&nbsp; Long had she had these feeling for other women and she still was not sure about them.&nbsp; They were feelings her family would surerly not approve of but she couldn't help it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:32:29</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene was still holding Emily when Ashley woke up, and she felt relief pour into her, as she felt that they were alright now. But something was still unsettling in her stomach, she knew their worries weren't over. She smiled gently as Ivy came over to her and the little girl Emily, but she jumped a bit as the arrows hit their carriage, and held Emily tighter, more protectively.<br><br>And then Ashley was hit. Having never been on a battleground, Imogene had never seen blood except for small cuts, easily nursed. She watched as Bella and Ivy tended to Ashley, as she continued to protect Emily from harm, and the unease seemed to multiply times ten. She realized that she could do nothing for her, and she felt useless as she watched, starting to tremble a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:50:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>As Lilian thundered past Marcus, she saw the hard steel in his eyes, proud that her family had such a fine protector, her anger abated a bit.&nbsp; Marcus really did give good advice sometimes.&nbsp; Her face relaxed slightly but tensed as the sounds of splintering wood filled the air.&nbsp; A few good arrows could pierce through the carriages, hurting her little sister and her friends inside.&nbsp; Lilian couldn't think about that now, she had other worries.&nbsp; All she could believe was that it had been right not to go back to the carriages, her new possession was sure to have gotten hurt.<br><br>Grasping at the body behind her she felt for the elf's hands.&nbsp; "Hold tight to me" Lilian called.&nbsp; "I'm going to keep you safe!"<br><br>Lilian swerved her horse into the next outcropping of trees and rode until the sounds of arrows faded away.&nbsp; Rather than circle back to the wagon, it would be safer now just to hide.&nbsp; How hard could it be to remain nondescript in her beloved forest? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 01:58:47</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>A little squeeze to that hand, and a smile - the trick was not to add a touch of nerves to it, given the situation that was easy indeed. The trick was making it seem as though she was doing her best to hide her nervousness. Kat ignored the cries from outside as best she could, focusing on the game she was playing, and on Justine, noticing the gentle blush and deeper breaths, and enjoying the sight. <br><br>She had seen enough people respond to her so that she trusted herself to make the play; for pious Justine would make a fine plaything if she could be seduced, and even if not, there would be entertainment aplenty in the attempt.<br><br>"You are a good soul, Justine," she said, looking into the other's eyes. Her voice was not as steady as she had hoped. "Please, you must call me Kat, as all my friends do."<br><br>Outside, more noise and alarms - Kat could not let herself think about that, or she knew she would lose control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:04:46</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>I give another cry of alarm as my legs begin slipping, trying hard to stay on the horse.&nbsp; I finally see where she is going, and hear her words, and just tell her. "Wait!&nbsp; They will just follow us there, and we will be without defense!&nbsp; Besides, I know not how to ride, or do anything else in the woods! Just...please, stop!"<br><br>I glance at the ground again, wondering if I would be safer if I just jumped and hid myself in the grass.&nbsp; Who <em>were</em> these people?&nbsp; But then, that was a question she asked about everyone that she came across.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:15:09</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>Lilian realized that the elf behind her was loosing her grip, the warm body no longer pressed behind her, it was at an awkward angle.&nbsp; No longer hearing the silent whoosh of arrows, she saw a small stream in front of her.&nbsp; Pulling on the reins, she brought the gelding to a stop.&nbsp; <br><br>Jumping off the horse, Lilian absentmindedly tidied her skirt before acknolwedging the elf who had slipped off silently.<br><br>"I'm Lilian Montague, daughter to Henry Montague, the richest nobles in Dementlieu.&nbsp; Who are you?&nbsp; Are you a slave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:30:40</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>The instant that the horse is moving slow enough, I slide off it willingly, not wanting to be on the damnable beast an instant longer than necessary.&nbsp; The woman pulls the horse to a stop, and I get up slowly, not certain that I am in the best of shape.&nbsp; As she introduces herself, I blink in confusion, since all of the names are oddly unfamiliar to me, and I don't know why I don't know them.<br><br>"Greetings, Lady Montague, I am, so far as I can remember, Sylria." I tell her cautiously, my eyes distrustful as I watch her. "I do know that I am an arcanist, but not long ago I seem to have lost my memory as part of a bargain, and I woke in a forest some distance away, and when I tried to find out what was happening, the villagers called for soldiers.&nbsp; So I ran, and it has been nearly a week.&nbsp; But I know nothing of Dementlieu, for which you have my apologies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:34:50</strong>
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				(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> <span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ashley</strong></span>, (carriage 2, Ashley, Emily, Bella, Ivy, Imogene)</span></span><br>&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Ashley took a few moments to bring her breathing under control, and with that, some of her fear. The pain was not so bad now. She gave her side another look; to her relief, the bleeding had almost stopped. There was a two inch gash along the side of her gown that started just below her breast, and underneath that gash she could see a slash marring the delicate white of her skin. Fortunately, it was not deep, nor would it require sewing. <br>&nbsp;Ashley leaned slightly forward, and glancing back behind herself, she saw the offending arrow jutting through a break in the door panel. She had grazed across it while trying to get more comfortable. Tears came to her eyes, and she again felt the fool as she had caused her friends to be concerned. <br>Quickly, sweet Bella and Ivy ripped a piece of silk petticoat and rapped it around her waist, dressing her hurt. Knowing it was her duty to take away the looks of concern that the others were sending her, Ashley flipped her hand and in a mock serious voice exclaimed, "Come, do not worry so, I am fine! It was my own silliness that caused this trifling." Ashley made fun of herself as she pish-poshed away her injury. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 02:37:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>Lilian bit her lip, not a slave, an arcanist.&nbsp; This was much more dangerous than she expected.&nbsp; Magic in Dementlieu was looked down upon and even scoffed at.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sylria..." Lilian plucked a broad leaf off of a nearby tree and dipped it in the stream, "would you like some water?"&nbsp; Proffering the curved leaf, Lilian hoped to ease the jumpy quality of the elf's speech.<br><br>"Tell me what else you remember." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 03:03:55</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>I keep my eyes on her, wary of her motives in rescuing me, but appreciating that she had.&nbsp; Thinking for a moment, I shake my head, replying softly. "No thank you.&nbsp; I had <em>quite</em> enough water when I was in the river, and I do not need more just yet.&nbsp; But thank you for the offer, Lady Montague."<br><br>I ponder her latter request for a moment before shrugging a little.&nbsp; My voice is a bit softer and more frustrated this time. "I do not know much more than that.&nbsp; I know that I made the bargain with something dark and powerful, and that it happened after I lost people who I think were important to me.&nbsp; But I remember none of it.&nbsp; All I have as clues are my spellbook, which I can only interpret a few spells of, my locket which I cannot open, and my dress, which has yet to take stain or harm that I have noticed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 03:28:03</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>Lilian curled the leaf and sipped some of the water, the stream's clear taste soothed her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>After Sylria mentioned the dress, Lilian took a hard look at it.&nbsp; "You're right!" she cried in amazement, "There isn't even a scratch!"&nbsp; Looking down at her own image of disarray Lilian struggled to pull her dress into some orderly nature.&nbsp; After doing so, she folded her hands neatly at her waist and sat down in a fluid motion, dress cascading around her.<br><br>"Sylria, I'm taking a trip to my new family home.&nbsp; Would you like to come with me?&nbsp; I'll tell everyone you're an elven noble.&nbsp; You probably shouldn't mention the spell book" Lilan mused, lips pursed "but maybe being around people will help your memory!&nbsp; You can be our long lost elven relative" Lilian giggled, amused by her own inventiveness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 03:40:29</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>I shrug and watch as she drinks and then sits after a moment, and I cautiously take a look around before sitting myself, putting my back to a tree as I do so.&nbsp; Her suggestions are odd, but...I needed to consider them.&nbsp; Shrugging, I reply, my voice slightly ironic as I speak to her. "I suppose that I may as well.&nbsp; I don't have anywhere else to go, or have anything better to do.&nbsp; Though I doubt that I am related to your family.&nbsp; But I suppose I could."<br><br>I gently pull out the locket, sighing a little at it.&nbsp; A wonderfully crafted piece of mithril, it obviously could be opened, but nothing I had tried could open it.&nbsp; It was crafted to look like a budding rose, the petals just barely blooming, and I suspected that opening it would cause it to bloom and allow me to see what was inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 06:29:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron and Eriq Gerrard]<br><br>Antoinette playfully pawed at Kat, feeling quite well, actually. Her hand had been hurting, but the pains had subsided. "I'm...I'm not dying?" she asked, giggling playfully. "I'm not dying!" She didn't quite leave Kat's breasts at first, but it was easy enough to push her back onto Kolette. Antoinette was just easy that way. It seemed like Justine and Kat were having a moment together at her backside; it wouldn't be the first time <em>that</em> had happened. "I'm not going to die," she giggled again, attempting to kiss Kolette on the mouth. <br><br>Arrows struck the carriage, embedding themselves in the roof and walls of the small wooden box. It was sobering for everyone inside; doubly so when one came right through the wall and struck inches away from one of the boy's heads.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 07:02:04</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<hr><br>Sighing with relief, Kolette relaxed against Antoinette.&nbsp; "You big scardey-cat, you worried me to death!"&nbsp; She happily accepted her sweet lips, the excitement causing her to overindulge, her mouth opening and tongue searching out Antoinette's for a moment before more arrows sunk into the carriage, causing her to jump every time.<br><br><br>"Eh heh, well, as long as we stay away from the side, we should <em>probably</em> be okay..."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 07:08:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The men advance on the Falkovnian soldiers; the scene will be over by tomorrow morning ~12:00 PM Pacific.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, The Skirmish [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Sebastian Archambault, Frederick Martin and possibly William Bond]<br><br>Marcus and his men approached the tall grasses, drawing their weapons. The Duponts wielded hard-edged, longswords, but Frederick drew a rapier...the weapon of a gentleman. Bows were tossed to the side by the Falkovnian soldiers, and they drew swords as well. There were yells and screams as the men clashed, but the battle seemed decisive. There were more men on the Dementlieu side, and Marcus made the advantage even more severe when he unloaded a musket at point-blank range against the bare chest of his opponent.<br><br>Although the men were drastically outnumbered, they did not flee. Across the river, there were easily a dozen more Falkovnian soldiers...and yet they did not come across the Musarde to help. The battle seemed very nearly won.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 10:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div> Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br><br>Viktor was becoming increasingly agitated. Not only were there arrows bombarding this tomb of a carriage, but there didn't seem an end to the prattle of these damned women! "Ladies! Surely you forget that there are children present," he said nodding in the direction of the boys. "Perhaps it would be better under the circumstances to keep our heads firmly atop our shoulders, and to keep private matters, private." <br><br>Just then an arrow made its way through the covering of the carriage, landing nearby and he realized that he was not safe at all in this box. He needed to get out of there or risk being impaled by a stray arrow. Viktor made for the unsealed door. He needed protection; the carriage and the people in it would make an excellent shield.<br><br>"Excuse me, please let me through." Feeling an explanation might be in order he added, "Justine, I leave these souls in your capable hands. I fear I am needed on the front lines." He looked to the women and meet each of their eyes with his own.&nbsp; "It is a risk, I know, but one I am willing to make for your safety. Do not be alarmed." He had his hand up to his chest, over his heart as he said this. <br><br>Viktor opened the door slowly, and after assessing that the immediate area was safe enough, he jumped the short distance to the ground. He crouched by the carriage and closed the door behind him. He instantly sighed with relief. He remained there, eyes and ears alert for incoming danger, crossbow at the ready just in case one of the brutes decided to stray. He opened his spellbook and began chanting some unintelligible words. At once, seemingly unnatural mists crept in around him, concealing him and obscuring the carriage from view. (Viktor casts Obscuring Mists)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 12:05:00</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard, William Bond, Louis Blanc, Lilian Montague]<br><br>A sharp pain and the ground rising to meet him at far to fast a pace is the last conscious thought Sebastian has before his eyes shut. The muffled thunder of gun shots and the clash of steel fade away to distant echoes as he slips away.<br><br><em>Ivy Montague stands on a balcony, a lace shawl wrapped around her shoulders, gazing at the night sky as Sebastian walks up. The big smith smiles as she turns suddenly shocked at first but then she returns his smile with one that could make the moon envious.<br><br>“Ivy, my darling,” he begins. “I…I have always loved you.” He blurts out the words like a drowning man gulps for air. “I know I could never provide for you the type of life you deserve but that will change.” With pride he raises a fist to his heart and swears as tears of joy well in the young woman’s eyes.. “I will make you proud to be my wife. I will return with riches beyond that of your father and he will bless our union and…”<br><br>Suddenly, Lilian’s voice interrupts his monologue. That woman always interrupted Sebastian’s time with Ivy, either calling her away to gossip like old women or walking up with her flock of over painted peacocks she called friends. “Ivy, sweetest dear, just what are you doing out here in the cold with the servants?” <br><br>&nbsp;Sebastian rounds angrily on the elder sister, eyes blazing with fury. “I was just asking Ivy to be my bride”, he says boldly. Lilian Montague laughed.<br><br>Her laughter cut the big man to the core of his being. Enraged he howls as he grabs her shoulders. Still she laughs. A mad cackle that will not end, he wants to cover his ears. In desperation he throws Lilian from the balcony. Only to see as she plummets to the dirt her form shift. Like a flickering shadow cast by a dying candle, Ivy looks up at him her gaze pleading as she falls.<br><br>“NO!!!” He cries.</em><br><br>With a start the smith sits up like a bolt, and then gasps as his left shoulder protests the sudden movement with a bright lance of agony. <strong>“What?”</strong> He reaches up only to feel the sticky warmth of his own blood spreading across his tunic.<br><br><strong>“That woman…”</strong> he hisses as he struggles to stand. <strong>“Had better hope she is well and safe or so help me. I'll paddle her bottum myself till she cannot sit for a week. Lady or no I swear it!”</strong><br><br>Lurching forward Bastian covers the remaining ground to the carriages in a few long strides. Looking back at the carnage of battle he decides he is of no use in the melee right now. No, he had to get patched up before he bleeds to death.<br><br>Picking his way past the first carriage he stares in wonderment as a thick blanket of fog covers the last coach. <strong>“Sorcery,”</strong> he growls through clenched teeth. <strong>“Out! Out of the carriage M’ladies. The Falkovnians have wizards…”</strong> He stumbles against the second carriage door loudly. His strength fading as his vision swims.<br><br>“Must protect…Ivy…”He mutters as he slumps down amongst the wheel’s spokes. "Have to keep her...safe." He tugs his hammer loose and shakily lifts it. It is so heavy now. <em>Just like my eyelids</em>, he muses.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 16:43:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>Lilian clapped her hands with excitement when Sylria agreed to become her noble relative.&nbsp; Delighted, she shifted to Sylria's side, and stroked the elf's delicate dress.&nbsp; "We're going to have so much fun!"&nbsp; Half forgetting the mad dash for her life just minutes before Lilian reveled in the softness of the fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>Sadly Lilian's break from reality did not last long.&nbsp; Lilian slowly became aware of something strange at the edge of her vision.&nbsp; A rolling mist could be seen where she had come from.&nbsp; "The carriages!" Lilian thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Rushing up she ran back to the gelding who was quietly drinking water by the stream.&nbsp; Mist was bad, mist meant some Falkvonian was casting a terrible spell over her people.&nbsp; She had to go save them.&nbsp; Jumping on the dappled stallion, she held out her hand to help Sylria up "We have to hurry!&nbsp; We have to go to them!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 18:55:15</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br><br>I sigh at the woman's...boundless enthusiasm, which I just could not understand.&nbsp; But I supposed that when one <em>hasn't</em> been hunted for the entirety of their known life, one might have such feelings.&nbsp; But I flush when she just moves over to stroke my dress, and by consequence strokes my side.&nbsp; I had no clothing aside from the dress itself, so the touch was quite...obvious and felt surprisingly good.&nbsp; But then she abruptly got up, jumping onto the horse.&nbsp; Dear gods!&nbsp; The woman was as mercurial as the fey were said to be!&nbsp; But I nod to her words, sighing, and take her hand to get onto the dangerous beast and hold on tight. "I don't know that I will be any help, but I will do what I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)<br>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/9464/falkoviansoldiers.jpg)</div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> I will be out until tonight. Poor baby has to get her first vaccine shots, so I'll be gone for most of the day. Wrap anything pre-Avonleigh up today, and feel free to do whatever. Have your way with the story and any of the NPCs that you're interacting with, until you guys feel comfy and like you've found any closure you need. We're going to fast forward to Avonleigh as of this evening.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, The Skirmish [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin and possibly William Bond]<br><br>Sebastian stumbled off towards the carriages behind him; even as Marcus fought with a blade, his breadth of vision was wide and acute enough that he caught the form of the injured smith with his eyes. <br><br>"Right where I want you, dog," he said on exhale, driving one of the two remaining soldiers back, and right upon his son's merciless blade. The blade slid in smoothly, and Marcus stepped back as it pierced through the front of the Falkovnian's chest. It was grotesque, really, the way the man dropped his sword, eyes full of unanswered questions. He held onto the blade, his hands slicing to bloody pulp, as Richard used his foot on the man's back and pulled the blade free from his backside. <br><br>The battle was over, really. Just one minor detail left to wrap up. The three men advanced on the last of the Falkovnian soldiers, even as he begged for mercy. The soldier dropped his sword, and scampered back on the ground. "Please. Please don't kill me," he muttered in very broken Dementlieu. His accent was terrible, but Frederick understood him well enough.<br><br>"Let him go," he said, his voice noble with authority. "Let this one go, Marcus."<br><br>"Sir?" the old man questioned. "You can't be serious!"<br><br>A small grin spread on Frederick's lips as he yelled, "Go on. Get out of here if you value your life. Go man!" The soldier turned, scrambled to his feet, and launched himself in a mad dash. <br><br>For his part, Frederick had to hold his hand up to keep the Duponts back. "Marcus, all I want is a bit of sport," he murmured, as he reloaded his spent weapon. The man was now 40 yards away, almost halfway to the Musarde. Frederick gave a soft chuckle as he brought the musket up, aiming. The shot rang out, to be the last of the day, and the final Falkovnian intruder hit the ground within clear sight of his fellow countrymen. "Now we can go," he said with a deep laugh.<br><br>The three headed back to the carriages, running once they saw the enveloping mist. "Another? A sorcerer of some kind?" asked Marcus to no one in particular. <br><br>The Falkovnians treated magic much differently than the Dementlieu did. In his civilized lands, magic was used to entertain or perform; no one really took it seriously. But the barbaric Falkovnian's had entire state institutions devoted to training demonic sorcerers; men and women who had sold their souls to something primitive and dark. He had seen them rain fire upon his countrymen in years past, or cause the elements to freeze soldiers under his command in the middle of sweltering summer.<br><br>"The women! They must be in danger. This has all been a diversion!" Marcus seemed panicked. "Back! Back! We must save them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:08:01</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> In case someone beats me to it, when everyone gets back to the mists, and figures out that the carriage is not under attack, they will find Louis Blanc dead, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his chest. Viktor has also been wounded by Louis's sword. Viktor's wound--a slice across one arm--is non-fatal however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:19:56</strong>
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				<strong>Louis Blanc</strong>, Outside the Foggy Carriage (#3), [Louis Blanc, Viktor Martin]<br><br>Louis was a coward, that's true. He had spent most of the fight beneath the carriages, hiding from the soldiers, and the arrows, and his duties. But when Viktor hopped out, he saw a way to redeem himself. The man was chanting something dark, and then the mists began to spread. Surely if he slipped his blade into this conjurer...this agent of the demons and devils...they would forgive him for being afraid.<br><br>"What are you," he screamed, the sound loud enough for everyone to hear, as he charged the unarmed nobleman. His first strike wounded Viktor in the arm; that's when he realized who he had attacked. Before then it could have been anyone. A Falkovnian perhaps? His mind was not thinking straight. That's what he would claim, in defense.<br><br>"I'm so, so sorry, Viktor. Please? Please forgive me!" The man dropped his bloodied sword, and fell back on his knees, crying now. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again, and then in the dense fog, he looked back up at Viktor, a strange thought in his head. "Wait...the mists...how did you..."<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Again, this guy is dead. When everyone arrives, he will be lying on the floor with Viktor's crossbow bolt in his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 19:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>At some point Ivy realized the danger had passed. Through narrow slits in the windows, she saw the last of the Falkovnian soldiers running away from Marcus and his companions. "We're saved," she clapped her hands, giving Ashley another kiss on the forehead, squeezing Imogene's hand tightly. Then a large form leaned against the carriage, whispering something.<br><br>Trying to be brave, Ivy looked out the covered window again, and watched as the smith slid down to the floor. "Sebastian!" she exclaimed. "Oh no, some of the men have been wounded. Bella, take care of Ashley. Imogene, would you help me?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that the men had put themselves in danger for her, and her friends.<br><br>Cautiously she opened the carriage door, and slipped down to the ground near the injured servant. "I need something to..." <br><br>Ivy stopped herself, pulling out a small dagger from beneath her skirts. It was a gift from her big sister, Lily; with a chuckle she remembered her sisters words: "If a man should ever try to slip his hands beneath your skirts without permission, Ivy, make sure he doesn't keep the fingers to try again with." Lily was so fierce and lovely; certainly unique and vastly adored by her family.<br><br>Looking back down to Sebastian, with a grimace, Ivy used the dagger to cut a strip from her pink dress. She was sniffling and crying as she pressed the decorative cloth around his wound, as she had been taught. "It's okay, Sebastian," she cried, her tears dripping down onto his face as she put the full weight of her small body against the bleeding wound. "We won't let any harm come to you, my brave protector." Blood spread across the delicate cloth beneath her fingers, altering it into a wet, crimson rag.<br><br>Somewhere, nearby, a man yelled, "What are you!" and then moments later there was the loud bang of a musket firing...the last such shot of the day. Unnatural mists spread towards her, from the next carriage down, but she didn't move from the side of Sebastian's husky form. <br><br>"Help! I need help! This man is injured, please!" She felt weak and exhausted, but she would not let Sebastian die. He was so brave, and she so weak. "Please, this man needs help. Won't someone come?" she was sniffling again, her face wet with overflowing anxiety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 20:09:38</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene sighed a bit. It seemed as though they were finally safe, there were no arrows hitting the carriage now. But, no...something seemed wrong. And when she looked at Ivy's face, she knew she was right. Looking out the window, she gasped as a limp figure slumped onto the ground, he looked to be dead.<br><br>"Of course!" Imogene said, shaking a bit as she went to go help Ivy. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and wiped away her tears. "Hush, Ivy. It'll be alright, he's probably not dead." If she were to be honest, Imogene could not care less about him, not ever knowing him. But she wouldn't dare voice it allowed, or let it float to the surface of her thoughts. He needed help.<br><br>Sighing a bit, she rummaged through a drawstring pouch until she found some cloth. She tore off a considerable amount, and tied the man's wound tightly. "He should be fine, I hope," she said, biting her lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 20:18:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>Sebastian moans slightly as tiny hands press against his wound slowly staunching the flow of blood. Still fighting off unconsciousness is tiring work when you have lost so much blood. He inhales the rich scent of a perfume he knows well and smiles weakly.<br><br><strong>“Thank you sweet Ivy,”</strong> he whispers. Bastian struggles to stand but quickly feels his legs buckling. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs he frowns. “<strong>And you m’Lady. It…will have to come out,”</strong> he groans as Imogene tightens his bandages.<br><br>Gingerly touching the barbed point of the arrow piercing out from under his tunic he reaches up and takes Ivy's hand. <strong>“Easiest to push it through,”</strong> he hisses through gritted teeth as another wave of pain makes his stomach tighten.<br><br><strong>“Be a good girl and do it quickly would you?”</strong> He says. Undoing his belt he bites down hard on the leather screwing his eyes shut in anticipation of the agony to follow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 20:59:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Ivy shook her head, looking at Sebastian like he was crazy. "Oh, no, I couldn't...I can't." She pulls her hand back, repulsed by the idea. "Help, help!" she screams again.<br><br>Turning to Imogene, she presses her face against the girl's shoulder. "Please. Please help him, I just can't...can't bring myself to do...that!" She gazed at Imogene, pleadingly. "Help him, Imogene, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:14:59</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene watched Sebastian, shivering a bit as she noticed where the wound was placed. However, seeing Ivy's helpless expression gave her the motivation to do it.<br><br>So, for her sake, she moved toward him and looked down to his shoulder, where she saw the wound plunged into his left shoulder. Her hands shook, and she clutched them into fists to stop it. She'd never done anything like this before, she was afraid she'd make things worse if she messed it up. She looked over to Ivy for a quick second, then grabbed the arrow and pulled hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:30:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div> He came out of nowhere, and before Viktor could react, the insolent boy had cut him! Before he even realized who it was, Viktor had his crossbow pointed at the welp. The mists cleared a bit at last giving him a good look at his attacker. "Louis! You idiot! What have you done!" He couldn't very well kill him for this mistake, no matter how much it angered him.<br><br>But then Louis mentioned the mists.&nbsp; <em>Damn! How could I be so foolish, to have not thought it through. The others will see this, and I have not an explanation for it or my presence within it.</em><br><br>"Well, boy. You just made yourself useful," he said in a low voice. "Lucky for me, you have come at just the right time." And Viktor moved forward slightly as he yelled, "Evil boy! What have you done!? You will not harm these people with your foul magics!" Viktor aimed at the boy's heart and pulled the trigger. The bolt firmly implanted itself in his chest. Viktor went forward and covered the boys mouth and nose, just in case he had any more breath in him to call out, and to speed up his journey to the other side. Viktor slipped his spellbook into the boy's pocket.<br><br>When he felt the last bit of life leave the boy, Viktor looked around him for anyone who might have seen what just happened. Satisfied the two were alone, he ran out of the mists toward the other men in a panic. "Come quickly, men! There was a wizard among us, and... the mists... Louis! It was Louis! He attacked me, and... I shot him." Viktor stumbled around as if he were wounded. The small cut on his arm was not nearly life threatening, but he had to make a good show of it. He held his arm, fell to his knees, the crossbow landing on the ground near him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:34:15</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>Sebastian cries out in agony, his belt falling from his mouth as his vision goes black for a moment. Bitter tears threaten to fall as he blinks rapidly. <strong>“Bloody damn woma..!”</strong> He shifts uncomfortably as the curse is cut short by another groan and weakly bats her hands away from the wooden shaft.<br><br><strong>“It is… alright,”</strong> a fresh trickle of warmth spreads from his shoulder as his left arm goes numb. “<strong>You…tried …at least… You must push not ...pull..”</strong><br><br>Taking the leather he grits his teeth as he bites down hard on his belt. His jaw cracking in his ears as he reaches up and tries to guide Imogene’s hands to push the shaft forward through the ruined flesh of his shoulder.<br><br><strong>“Be brave girl,”</strong> he mumbles around the bit in his mouth. Closing his eyes again he takes&nbsp; a deep breath.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:41:57</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br><br>Imogene squealed in horror as he cried out, and she trembled slightly as he guided her hand. "I...I'm sorry..." she said, and she really meant it, tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes. She clutched her hands into fists again to stop the trembling, and she tried to ignore the burning in her eyes as she took the arrow shaft again. Biting her lip, she started to push the arrow out of his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 21:45:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>Ivy watched as Imogene yanked at the arrow, her eyes going wide with horror and her breath near frantic. So much blood! The moment Sebastian yelled out, Ivy fell like a pile of bricks to the ground. She had apparently... hyperventilated and then fainted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 02:30:47</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<hr><br>When Viktor left, Kolette felt a little abandoned, but knew he was just outside, watching for any attackers.&nbsp; But a curious, insidious mist enveloped them, too quickly for anything she had seen before.&nbsp; It obscured the fighting outside, which was a sort of relief, but it also dampened any warning of attack.&nbsp; Listening very hard for what seemed a long while, she again jumped in her seat when she heard yelling just outside!<br><br>"What are you?!" came a man's scream.<br>"Evil boy! What have you done!? You will not harm these people with your foul magics!"<br><br>After that, she heard Viktor run off, yelling.&nbsp; All she could do was hope he had succeeded in defending them, as she nervously watched the mist seep into the cab.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 06:57:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)</div><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Louis Blanc (dead), Sebastian Archambault, Frederick Martin, Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>Marcus, Richard and Frederick made it back to the carriages, running until they had arrived. Richard Dupont and Frederick Martin joined the two women and the injured smith; Marcus Dupont, meanwhile, investigated the strange fog. He saw Viktor at once, and strode over to him. "My god, man, are you okay? What is this fog all about? Is there a Falkovnian wizard?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 07:11:51</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>Story Info:</strong> The carriages left for Avonleigh in the early morning. They saw a woman fleeing from Falkovnian soldiers, and stopped to help her. Sebastian and Lilian both tried to save the girl; Lilian ran off with her on a horse, while Sebastian got an arrow in the shoulder. The five Falkovnian soldiers were killed, and now the men are returning to the carriages. Viktor Martin killed Louis Blanc (an NPC guardsman) with a crossbow, but claims that he was really an agent of the Falkovnians<br><br><strong>GM Info:</strong> We're going to moving to Avonleigh tomorrow morning, so if anyone wants to and anything, do it before 12 PM Pacific tomorrow. Also, this is the new format I'll be using (the images) for storyteller updates. If you keep up with these sections + the story that happens in your location (Parlor, Kitchen, Hedge Maze, etc.) it should be easy for even the most casual players to keep up with the story posts they need to read to play.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 07:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div> Breathing heavy and fast, Viktor looked up at Marcus as he recounted his version of what happened. "Louis. He... I left the carriage to see if I could help.. with the battle, you see and suddenly, we were surrounded by mist, and I knew right away that it was most out of the ordinary. Then there he was!&nbsp; Louis... that wretch, backstabbing boy, for fear that I saw too much, came at me with sword and..." Viktor held his arm, squeezing it to help the blood flow a bit more. He groaned in pain. "Don't you see! He was helping the Falkovnians! There is no other explanation. They bribed him! That is why the boy was no where near the battle! While we were protecting the women and children, that bastard was scheming behind our backs! He was a spy!" <br><br>Calming down a bit, "He really left me no choice," Viktor said, lacing his words with regret. "So young, so naive. He's just there, beside the carriage." He motions toward the mist, which was dissipating. <br><br>Viktor stood up, making a good show of being in pain, and walked over to his carriage. He rapped on the door. "Ladies! And... gentlemen," he said as he opened the door. "It is quite safe now. Please, be at ease. Your champions have prevailed this day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 08:02:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)</div><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Louis Blanc (dead), Sebastian Archambault, Viktor Martin, Frederick Martin, Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>Marcus nodded as he listened to Viktor speak, taking each word with a heavy heart. The Martins were from a good family; known for many generations to be incurable womanizers, they were nevertheless brave and good men, down to the last of them. He had no doubt that Viktor spoke the truth. "The women were lucky that you were wise enough to stay behind, Viktor. I fear if you hadn't stayed to watch over them...well, they might all be slaves, stolen away as we speak to those barbaric lands to the east." He squeezed Viktor's good arm and nodded. "You're a good man, Viktor. Thank you."<br><br>Nearby, the unnatural fog had almost entirely dissipated. Marcus spent only a handful of moments investigating Louis Blanc's body, before he found undeniable proof that the young man had indeed been guilty of consorting with their enemies. Under his vest, between arm and body, was a book of demonic Falkovnian spells and rituals. Marcus could make nothing of the scribbles; magic--even when used for the stage or entertainment--revolted him. Nevertheless, he picked up the leather-bound volume.<br><br>He peeked into Viktor's carriage, and waved at the ladies and young men present within. "Yes, we have dealt with those interlopers, my Ladies." His smile was warm and reassuring. "But even though we fought valiantly, it is really Viktor that you owe your gratitude to. If it were not for him, I'm afraid you might have all been stolen from us. No doubt, these mists were meant to carry you off into Falkovnian lands." Marcus laughed here, gazing fondly at Viktor, a tear almost coming to his eye. "You're a good man, Viktor. You all owe this man your continued purity and your lives as free women of Dementlieu." He nodded once more, and headed off, murmuring, "A true hero, that one is..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 08:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div> "Marcus, please. I was merely doing my duty. Any gentlemen would have done the same," said Viktor as Marcus was walking away.<br><br>He was tired, and just wanted to eat and rest. <em>I need to get that book back</em> he thought as he glanced once more at Louis's body. He stepped up into the carriage, and sat down, setting about making a plan to do just that. He sat up and his eyes wandered to Estelle, which gave him an idea, and he merely smiled at the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 08:26:01</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<hr><br>"Yes, too true.&nbsp; Thank you Viktor, for helping us so much.&nbsp; It seems we owe you a great deal of gratitude," thanking him on behalf of the carriage.&nbsp; Of course the servants were expected to risk their lives for them all, but the noblemen were to be thanked for their defense.&nbsp; It seemed that everything was finally settling down, and she could take a shuddering breath to calm herself.&nbsp; She didn't turn her head to her right, because that would only show her the arrowheads in the framing next to her, a reminder of the mortal danger they had just scraped by.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 11:46:31</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>Groaning as the sharp pain becomes a lightning bolt of agony Sebastian blinks rapidly fighting away the sparkles of color that dance before his eyes. When the arrow is finally free of his flesh he mumbles his thanks to Imogene. While leaning his head back to rest against the carriage wheel sweat beads on his forhead. The conversation about Viktor’s bravery heard only as feint dreamy echoes as the smith fights to regain some measure of his strength.<br><br>Ivy’s unconscious form falling near him immediately rouses Sebastian. <strong>“Poor sweet Ivy,”</strong> he mutters half delirious from the pain. <strong>“She is so beautiful. Isn’t she?”</strong> He asks of Imogene with a stupid grin. His left arm throbs with a dull ache. Matching his own heart’s racing beat. He experimentally flexes his bicep and hisses at the burning ache it renews.<br><br>Ignoring the pain Bastian struggles to get to his feet. The big man pulls himself up with his right arm using the spokes of the wheel for balance. “<strong>We cannot let M’lady lay on this cold ground. She’ll catch her death.”</strong> Careful to keep his balance, Bastian kneels down and tries to gently lift her using his right arm to cradle her close to his broad chest.<br><br><strong>"Fair and gentle Lady if you would, please?"</strong> He asks, nodding for Imogene to open the carriage door for him as he tries to stand.<br><br>A large swatch of scarlet decorating his left side stands out sharply against Ivy's dress. He imagines he looks like a knight from one of his sister's story books just now. Rescuing the fair damsel after a glorious battle. Well it had not been very glorious for him. <em>And of coarse in the stories they never mention just how much it bloody hurts,</em> he thinks with a wiry grin. <em>Then again the knights always wore armor.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 14:34:31</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade, Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard]<br><br>Viktor's announcement that all was safe made Kat sigh in relief, relaxing a tension she'd denied even to herself. Her smile to Viktor was genuine, as he pulled himself into the carriage.<br><br>"Indeed, Kolette, well spoken," she concurred, "we are all indebted to your bravery, my dear Viktor. I do hope you injury is not serious, and that no one else but the foe has taken harm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 17:20:14</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>,&nbsp; Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>As Sylria got on the horse, Lilian felt the comfort of the elf's body and breasts on her back.&nbsp; Urging the horse forward, Lilian noticed that the fog had cleared somewhat and the carriages were easily seen.&nbsp; Hopes high, she saw Marcus outside the carriages and his face looked calm.&nbsp; The danger must be passed, the Falkvonian wizard must have been killed.<br><br>As the scene became clearer, Lilian saw a sea of dead bodies,, but her eyes focused on a bloodied man carrying her sister.&nbsp; Eyes closed, Ivy looked like death, face pale.&nbsp; Why was no one doing anything?&nbsp; This man was taking her precious sister.&nbsp; Jumping down from the galloping horse, Lilian ran over to the man, hitting him while screaming "LET GO OF MY SISTER, LET HER GO YOU FIEND"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 18:02:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)<br>Ashley, carriage 2 (bella, emily)<br>&nbsp;<br>Hating being incapacitated in any way, frets that she could at least try and offer some aide to her dear friends and the stricken Sebastian. Sitting forward as an idea comes to her, Ashley gently but firmly insists to Bella "Dear Lady, your kind care has rendered this small scratch quite well. In fact, I hardly notice it." Ashley rises to her knees as she muses, "All is well with us in here, but not out there; we must tender our aide, and I know we have just the thing." Reaching one hand under the seat behind her, Ashley pulls out an oblong hardwood box. She pulls out the French wine chest. The chest, made of rich white Oak, is an oblong box fixed to gliding legs that allows the wine box to sway with the carriage so as not to bang the glass bottles together. Reaching inside, Ashley chooses a Cabernet sauvignon, hoping that the strength of the red will revive the prostrate Ivy and help freshen the blood of the brave ‘Bastian. Grabbing two crystal goblets from the side box and a making sure she has some smelling salts in her reticule, she nods her chin feeling ready.<br>She shoos Bella away from her side, and gingerly works her way toward the carriage door. Stepping lightly so as not to jar her side, she sees the injured Bastian trying to lift the prostrate Ivy into the carriage. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Suddenly, as if dropping from the very sky like a crazed Valkyrie, Lily was at the carriage screaming at flailing at Sebastian and calling him a fiend.&nbsp; In the frenzy of concern for her sister, Lily seemed not to recognize her own good Smith and the kindness he was doing Ivy. Trying to calm Lily and allow Sebastian to get Ivy a more delicate place to recover, Ashley stepped forward and gently called to Lily, "Lily dear, Ivy has merely fainted from the sight of blood.&nbsp; She is quite well. The good Smith here is but helping Ivy to the carriag.&nbsp; Ashley kept speaking in a calm and soothing tone, keeping eye contact with Lily.&nbsp; Giving Lily a small smile she asks, "Do you not recognize our kind Mr. <strong> Archambault, the Smith traveling with us? "&nbsp; </strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 18:24:18</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>,&nbsp; Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>I hold onto Lilian as she rides back toward the carriages, and I feel a pang of guilt as I see the damage and injuries caused by the soldiers that had been chasing me.&nbsp; Why did everything turn out like this?&nbsp; But then Lily jumped off the still running horse, and the sudden movement made me cry out as she unbalanced me.&nbsp; In a few moments I was seeing stars and was on my back on the ground, aching, for the second time that day.&nbsp; I slowly and laboriously get to my feet, blinking at the pain, but it would pass.&nbsp; It would have to do so.&nbsp; Brushing my hair back, especially the copper lock that framed the left side of my face, I examine my rescuers, not certain if I should risk speaking to them.&nbsp; I knew so little, and was hesitant to approach any.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 18:58:22</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>Now outside of the carriages, Imogene had to keep her lips pressed together as Sebastian tried to lift Ivy. She didn't want any criticism spilling out of them, but she didn't quite like the image too much. She kept her face impassive for a few moments as he struggled, and gently, she took Ivy from his arm and opened the door for him.<br><br>"You can't possibly hold her in this condition. It's best if you don't try to strain yourself until you heal," she said, and her tone was apologetic, because she knew that some of the damage had been her fault. As she looked around, she saw Lilian, finally returning from wherever she went, and she noticed a newcomer, another woman. Imogene was instantly curious, she appeared to have come with Lil, and she watched her, her expression contemplating as she held Ivy in both arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 20:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><br><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Outside/Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche, Sylria, Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault, William Bond, Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont]<br><br>Lilian awoke with a start, still in Sebastian's arms. "The blood," she mumbled. Her her eyes were sleepy, and confused, and then Lily was upon them all. Ivy was scared at first, but then she recognized the sound of her sister's hysterics. With an exhausted laugh, she giggled, "It's okay! It's okay my dear sister, I'm fine. Just a silly girl who...hasn't seen enough blood in my life, I guess." She let Sebastian sit her down on the edge of the carriage, before she shooed him off with a thankful smile. Her eyes were down now, and she was obviously embarrassed. <br><br>Bella spoke from behind her, holding a bottle of wine. "Ashley brought this with us, and she thought perhaps to thank Sebastian for saving poor Miss Ivy...well, the men should enjoy a bottle, I think."<br><br>Ivy nodded, smiling a bit. "If the men are tired, we could stop for that picnic."<br><br>Marcus just watched them all with awestruck eyes. They had just been set upon by Falkovnian soldiers, with a score more just across the river, and these silly children were worried about fainting women and bottles of wine. Six men had died--thankfully all the casualties were on the opposing side--and Ivy wanted to throw down the blankets and have lunch. It was mind boggling that these silly creatures would one day hold the power and leadership of his great land with their ridiculous whims and their great break from reality.<br><br>"Get in the carriages now, you fools. We haven't much time, unless you'd like to play this whole scene out again...only with us losing." He shook his head, scowling under his breath. "Lily, leave the poor smith be," he murmured, and then he motioned to Richard to help Sebastian back to the servant's carriage, at the front of the procession.<br><br>Before Sebastian could be hauled off, though, Ivy moved forward quickly and gave Sebastian a kiss on the cheek. It was an awkward moment, for nearly everyone. A noble woman touching her lips to the skin of a commoner. "Thank you, for saving Lily," she said in the silence. <br><br>Bella quickly grabbed her and pulled her into the carriage, offering by way of apology, "She's quite faint of heart and still very delirious. Ivy, don't kiss strange men." She stuck her head out of the carriage once Ivy had been properly stowed away. "Sorry about that, smith. She meant to lay that kiss on Imogene's forehead, but her vision is still a bit hazy." <br><br>Everyone took the explanation without a word of argument, and Sebastian found himself roughly carried to the first carriage. "Come on, hero," murmured Marcus with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br><br>Estelle shooed the boys from carriage as soon they knew the danger was in fact gone. Their company was hardly the place for children, and though the boys were obviously interested in the fairer sex, they were still children in her mind.<br><br>Antoinette waved goodbye to them, and then she was back in her playful mood. "Oh, that was almost frightening, Kolette. I could feel my heart fluttering for a moment there." She giggled, the tension leaving her stiff body as she leaned in close to Lady Katrina. "Maybe tonight, once everyone is settled in, we should invite Viktor to a 'thank you' party in his honor. He is quite charming, don't you think"<br><br>The horses outside began to move, and with everyone back in their carriages, the procession headed once more for Avonleigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:20:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>,&nbsp; Outside the Carriages [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, William Bond, Lilian Montague, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Sylria]<br><br>I pause, unsure where to go or what to do, with all of these...silly ladies about.&nbsp; It was as if they didn't understand that they could have died in the encounter.&nbsp; Maybe this was where Lilian's silly nature came from, and her lack of an attention span.&nbsp; But they looked to be getting ready to leave, so I look for a moment before approaching the man who looked to be the most sane of the lot (Marcus Dupont), and ask. "My pardons, sir, but Lady Lilian decided that it was best if I came along.&nbsp; Where would be best for me to stay out of the way?"<br><br>I brush at my dress, in spite of the fact that it is still unstained and undamaged.&nbsp; Twas rather useful, but I rarely thought about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:26:33</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>The rest of the journey was uneventful. Late morning drifted into hazy afternoon, and before anyone knew it, night was very nearly upon the group. For some, the day had been excruciatingly boring; and yet for others, there was chattering and introductions. Lanterns were lit at some point before dusk. It was by their light, shining off from the carriages outside of which they were mounted, that the estate of Avonleigh first came into view.<br><br>Large, hanging trees and a low stone wall marked the boundaries of the manor. Far away, in the dim light of a fledgling moon, the shadow of the house itself could be seen. It was a tall and long building, with a high, peaked roof. It took several moments before the carriages reached the main gate. A tall, iron door, hinged on each side into a taller, stone wall, was opened; then the carriages and their nobles went through.<br><br>They were finally at their destination. For the moment, the carriages were parked along the grand, crushed-stone driveway, and servants began to get out. Marcus, and a few of the men strode about with wide-rimmed lanterns, throwing light all about. Tall torches soaked in oiled rags were implanted in the grassy lawn all about, and then they were lit. The house was made properly visible by their roaring light.<br><br>The servants moved inside the manor proper, ahead of their noble masters and mistresses, and lit various lamps inside. Windows came alive, and inside, the rooms were lavish, gilded, and thoroughly decorated. No less could be expected of a Montague estate.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Story Info:</strong> Everyone gets back into the carriages, and Marcus gets them moving again in short order. They take a handful of breaks throughout the day to stretch their legs and relieve themselves, but they eat their meals while traveling. It is an hour after dark when the carriages reach Avonleigh. I assume that Lilian dragged Sylria along with them; reading her post, he sticks in Carriage #2, close to Lilian :P<br><br><strong>GM Info:</strong> Welcome to Avonleigh. Feel free to explore or do anything else your characters might wish to do. The place is dark, and hasn't been lived in for almost a year, so it might be a tad dusty. You can get an idea of the estate and the manor home from the second post of this thread...when you enter a new place, give me a chance to describe the room for you, and after that you can embellish a little bit here or there if it feels 'in character' for that specific place.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:44:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages <br><br>Sebastian still feels weak from his ordeal earlier, but some rest ,some water, and a bit of careful sewing, preceded and followed by a shot of hard liquor, had the big smith up and about. If still not at his peak. His left arm was held in a rough sling fashioned from what was left of his bloody shirt and he had cleaned up abit. The nasty wound would leave an impressive scar however. <em>Something to tell the children one day</em>, he muses.<br><br>Shirtless, the man’s powerful muscles ripple in the flickering torch light, as he directs the two boys in their duties. Shooing them around the back to start unloading the supplies with the other servants. He is still fuming about Lilian’s theatrics and realizes that he had not offered apologies to the strange newcomer.<br><br>Bastian gingerly throws his leather smith’s apron over his shoulder to cover himself and walks toward Ivy and Lilian’s carriage. Picking up a step stool with one hand, he smiles tossing it down and raps three times on the wooden door. <strong>“Ladies we have arrived,”</strong> he calls his deep baritone voice carrying in the still night air.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:02:58</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>I get out of the carriage, feeling a little nauseous from the ride.&nbsp; The food had been good, but something about it hadn't been quite right, and with the rocking of the carriages it hadn't felt quite right in my stomach.&nbsp; Hopefully it would stay down, and I wondered what I was supposed to do.&nbsp; I nod to Sebastian, as I had learned his name over the trip.&nbsp; I speak softly. "Greetings, Mister Archambault.&nbsp; I did want to thank you for doing your best to save myself and Lady Montague in the mess earlier, but we didn't have the opportunity.&nbsp; So, you do have my thanks.&nbsp; I am, so far as I know, Sylria."<br><br>I step off to the side, examining the house in some distrust.&nbsp; It felt...odd.&nbsp; I flick the lock back again, having given Lilian's hat back to her.&nbsp; It had pinched my ears a little too much, and things seemed as safe as they were going to get.&nbsp; Sighing, I shake my head.&nbsp; The only question was what mess I was going to stumble into next, since I doubted that my memories were going to return easily.&nbsp; Or at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:14:55</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages <br><br>Sebastian smiles broadly at the newcomer. <strong>“No thanks need ma’am,”</strong> he says with a slight bow. All he can manage at the moment with his bandages and sling. His eyes go wide for a second as the woman’s ears show in the flickering torch light. Pointed ears?! He quickly looks down at his feet to ensure that he was still stable. It had been a long day and particularly rough bumps and jostles during the ride to Avonleigh had made pretty sparkles of lights dance before his eyes. Looking up he tries his best not to peer at Sylria. <em>It must have been a trick of the shadows,</em> he thinks. Subconsciously making the sign to ward away evil magic and bad omens with his right hand.<br><br><strong>“And I am just Sebastian,”</strong> he chuckles at his own naïve stupidity. <strong>“Bastian to my friends. I hope I was not to rough with you during that frightful incident?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:32:10</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Outside the Carriages<br><br>Aside from the attack, the rest of the journey had gone by peacefully. The previous ordeal (mostly because of Ivy kissing that man, whatever his name was, on the cheek, and had whole-heartedly approved of Lilian's yelling at him), made her quiet and distant. Imogene spent most of her time looking out the window and thinking. The rest of the time was spent talking with her friends, though she felt apart from them somehow, unlike them. Perhaps it was the new self-realization that seemed to alienate her from the others, and she could think of little else.<br><br>Finally, they reached Avonleigh, and she waited for the servants to move from the carriages before getting out herself. She stared up at the mansion and their surroundings, and for a while, the worry was replaced with wonder and awe at how beautiful the place was, however old. In fact, its age seemed to enhance the beauty of it. She knew it was childish, and she should be above such thoughts, but she couldn't help it. Imogene wanted to explore, perhaps practice her magic. Though she still was downhearted, and so didn't speak while everyone else excited their carriages, preferring to watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 01:26:19</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Outside the Carriages.<br><br>Katrina stepped from the carriage carefully, looking up at the imposing bulk of Avonleigh. Impressive, she thought to herself, but then, what else would you expect? Certainly, it would make a fine adventure to explore it with her interesting friends - there would be any number of unexplored rooms and dark crannies to be made use of! She was quite looking forward to it, and seeing who would join in the fun. She agreed with Antoinette that Viktor's bravery and good looks deserved a reward, and there were others she hoped to tempt along...<br><br>However, and more important for the moment, this was the first real chance she'd had to meet the stranger who had joined them at the fight. A delicious mystery! Kat had picked up the gist of what had happened back there during the brief rest-stops; a woman in flight from the barbarians across the border, rescued by Lilian, and brought along - it sounded like something out of a fairytale. Now, she had a chance to approach the stranger; as she closed, she saw that there was something decidedly odd about her, but in the dim light could not make it out.<br><br>The stranger was talking to one of the servants, a handsome large man that Kat supposed must have been of some account in the fighting; he was wearing a sling, and talking to a lady, so there was no doubt he had done <em>something</em>.<br><br>"Good evening, my lady," Kat said, softly but firmly breaking into the conversation, allowing the big man a little smile as though to apologise for the interruption. A servant he might be, but she did not wish to antagonise the stranger by slighting a man injured in her defence too openly. "I have not had the opportunity to greet you; I am Lady Katrina d'Errineiu, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance."<br><br>She turned her smile to the lady as she spoke, dipping her head in respectful greeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 02:38:44</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>I smile at his response, and shake my head in turn.&nbsp; His gesture was odd, and not one that I recognized, but it was no matter.&nbsp; My voice is soft as I reply, my voice strange even to my own ears, the words so different, just from the intonation. "Still, you have my thanks, Mister Archambault.&nbsp; I have no idea what was going to happen to me should the soldiers catch me, and everyone's aid was quite brave.&nbsp; And no, you were not rough, it merely seems that I do not have any real experience with horses."<br><br>Blinking at the sudden interruption, I turn to look at the newcomer.&nbsp; Slender, curvy, and with golden tresses and blue eyes, I could only wonder what she wished to speak to me for.&nbsp; I nod my head, seeing easily in the dim light.&nbsp; I reply, cautious as always. "My greetings, Lady d'Errineiu, I am Sylria.&nbsp; At least, that is my name so far as I know.&nbsp; Forgive me if my words seem odd, but I have no memories beyond the past couple of weeks.&nbsp; I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, though I am...a trifle uncertain what to do now.&nbsp; Besides rest soundly for the first time in weeks, now that my pursuers have been dealt with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:02:59</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>Lilian had calmed down once she realized that the man she was hitting was Sebastian.&nbsp; She hadn't liked him very much to begin with but she supposed she had to give the man some credit for getting hurt while saving her.&nbsp; After making sure Ivy was fine, the went on their way to Avonleigh once again.&nbsp; She spent most of the ride to Avonleigh cautiously looking over at her sister for any relapse while snuggling with Bella upon safe return from their frantic plight.<br><br>Having Sylria in the carriage was nice and Lilian hoped that Sylria had felt welcome and at home.&nbsp; As Lilian stepped foot out of the carriage, she saw that Sylria was already talking with Kat and Sebastian.&nbsp; Lilian couldn't help overhearing Sylria's nervous response to inquisitive questions.&nbsp; Bounding over she hooked her fingers through Sylria's, "She's my long lost cousin!&nbsp; She may not remember me but I remember her.&nbsp; Can't you see the similarities?" Lilian said, dimpling.<br><br>"Oh Sebastian, since you were so charming before, would you mind helping Ivy down from the carriage?&nbsp; I'm still a little worried that she's unsteady on her feet." <br><br>Servants, Lilian thought, should not be conversing with their&nbsp; masters in a friendly manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:20:32</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>I jump yet again as Lilian bounds over, and sigh in response to her comments.&nbsp; I speak gently but coolly in the same tone as I had with the others. "Lady Montague, as much as you tell me such, until I see proof I am going to assume that such is not the case.&nbsp; I <em>do</em> know that I was of the more scholarly pursuits, and perhaps if I were to search through the books on lineages I might find out more."<br><br>I shake my head again, brushing at the lock of copper hair idly.&nbsp; It, my silver-gold hair, and my azure eyes were at odds with her own black hair and violet eyes.&nbsp; I continue, a bit amused this time. "Also, there <em>is</em> the minor fact that I'm an elf."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:29:33</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina</strong>, outside the carriages<br><br>Sylria's answers made Kat raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "You have my condolences, then, Lady Sylria. Perhaps a good night's rest will restore you, now that you are amongst friends."<br><br>Kat smiled at Lilian as she bounded over, and looked between her and the newcomer. She didn't believe Lilian's story for a second, but it was a polite fiction, and she was certainly willing to entertain it for her friend's sake. Even if the newcomer was going to challenge it for some reason. <br><br>"Well! Then I must congratulate the two of you, on your good fortune at being reunited," Kat purred. "Surely it is fate, that we happened to be at the right time and place."<br><br>"Perhaps my friend is wrong, dear lady, but as she can remember you, perhaps she is right too - maybe you should accept the notion, for the time being?"<br><br>An elf, though - that was what had been nagging at her, the ears! A delightfully scandalous possibility, if the Montague's claimed her as a relation. Kat hoped Lilian knew what she was about, for friend or not, Kat would scarcely keep quiet with such a rumour to spread.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:39:50</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>I raise an eyebrow at Katrina, and speak again, my tone more polite this time, and slightly more stilted. "My memories may be taken, but I know many things still, Lady d'Errineiu.&nbsp; For example, the fact that I am pure-blooded elf is crystal clear, but I cannot remember a thing beyond two weeks past.&nbsp; And it is not in my nature to take things at face value.&nbsp; I need proof of my past, something that I fear will be nigh impossible to find, given that I awakened alone in the middle of the woods across the river."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 04:04:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg (http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)[/]</span></span><span style="font-family: bookman old style;" class="bbc_font"> Ashley was glad that the rest of the trip passed uneventfully. She could only give half her attention to her friend’s excited chatter, as her mind was preoccupied with what might come when they arrived with Avonleigh. Finally, a few hours before their arrival, Ashley fell into a fitful doze; she was awoken by a deep voice rumbling "We are here." Lifting her head, she turned to her right and caught her first glimpse at the stratum that was Avonleigh. Bring her hand up to adjust her spectacles, Ashley could only stare at the behemoth that was to be foe. She could not stop the terror that zinged down her spine—sending shafts of electric shivers over her skin. Clutching her arms about herself, her eyes went wide as she looked around at the awesome hedge maze and the dizzying spirals it made. Had she not had that vision, the hedge maze would have been her first priority in the morn. Now, it did still beckon, but with some sort of eerie call like a praying mantis would call her mate, only to feed on him once the deed were done. <br>Ashley shook herself out of her own reverie, and collected herself. <br>Turning to Ivy, Ashley exclaimed, "Avonleigh is majestic. I can see why your father was quite taken with her. Just from what I can see this far, I am in awe." <br>Ashley then turned to Imogene and in the pretense of exclaiming over pointing out some new found wonder of Avonleigh, she softly whispered, "Imogene, sweet, I have not forgotten your wish to speak alone. I must confess that I too have something I need to confide. Will you meet with me tonight after Ivy is abed and soundly sleeps?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:11:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br><br>A tall and thin scrap of woman comes meandering through the ladies and gentlemen with a heavy trunk of dried foods. "Hmmph, you'd think he were a noble the way he stands around consorting with them ladies," she murmurs out loud, to no one in particular, but clearly loud enough for Sebastian and those around him to hear. "And here I thoughts to meself...a big oaf of a brother is sure handy to have about. To carry things. To get firewood for the stoves. To keep his poor lil' sis company while she makes that fire, and cooks something warm for his big, oafish belly."<br><br>She bumps into Sebastian on the way by, and almost hits Sylria. "Oh, don't mind me. Just struggling with these grains. They sure are heavy!" she laments, stumbling towards the house and into the lit hallway beyond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:27:47</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The following is IC knowledge for Ashley and Sylria only! No one else sees this. Also, if anyone should think to check for Emily, she is absolutely still in the carriage, asleep.<br><br><strong>GM Info:</strong> On second thought, you guys can feel free to explore the manor on your own terms. If I have time, I will describe the rooms you are in, but if you just want to get in there and move around, feel free to peek at the the map and the descriptions of the various places, and have at it. There are a few places that I would really like to have time to play with, though, and that includes the following: the the Attic (is off limits for several days, due to how much work needs to be done to make it accessible) and the Little Girl's Bedroom on the 2nd floor; if you end up in either of those places, please make sure to pause so I can fill you in on details.<br><br><hr><br>As the many individuals work outside and inside the manor home, preparing it for its new visitors, there's a rather odd sight. A light goes on and off somewhere on the second floor, as if someone is opening and closing the shutter of a lantern in rapid succession. It draws the eyes, like a beacon. At first the flashing is quick, but after a short while, it becomes steady and a figure can been seen through the window; it's a young girl.<br><br>She's dressed in a white gown and holding a doll, it looks like. Apparently one of the servants must have gotten Emily up to the bedrooms. Last everyone saw, the child had fallen asleep in her carriage. While it would be some time before supper was ready, perhaps the girl could use a soft bed more than a bowl of rich porridge.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br><br>"It is pretty, isn't it? Oh Ashley, and Imogene, we so should go and peek inside. I'm very excited, and I did promise you a book, Imogene. Maybe we can pick one out for you as well Ashley." She clapped her hands excitedly, well rested after a long day of casual napping. She offered Sebastian a small smile, but paid him very little attention after it was delivered. She seemed in the world of an innocent girl again, content to be surrounded by her best friends.<br><br>"We should all sleep in the same room, don't you think? It could be like a midnight party, the three of us reading a book together, or talking about the new fashions in Port-a-Lucine...or perhaps even telling ghost stories!" she giggled. "Oh, please tell me you two will stay with me? We'll find the second biggest room to share, I promise. It would be the biggest, but Lily always steals that one for herself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:35:48</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>I sigh and shake my head, then ponder for a few moments as I watch the windows for a moment before speaking. "Well, it looks like the servants got Miss Emily into the house, though it looks like her nap made her unable to sleep.&nbsp; Ah, well.&nbsp; I'm a bit to restless to sleep myself just yet.&nbsp; Would anyone know if there is a library within that I could browse through?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:47:39</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br><br>Imogene smiled gently at Ivy, the girl always cheered her up, with her naivete and her childish ways. "Of course we'll stay with you, Ivy," she said, and she giggled a bit. Odd, it had been the first time she had done so since they'd left. It sounded almost foreign in her ears. "Ghost stories do sound fun," she said, although she seemed a bit uncertain. She was always the one to be shrieking and running for cover whenever ghost stories were told. "And don't worry, we'll make sure Lilian shares with us." She smiled and rubbed Ivy's head gently.<br><br>It suddenly occurred to her that Emily could not be seen. Thinking that she had been left in the carriages, Imogene went to go look for her, seeing as no one else had yet. She found her sleeping inside the carriage they had traveled in, and she gently picked her up in her arms and carried her outside, trying to move slowly as to not wake her up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:53:19</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>Lilian pouted as Sylria denied all claims of relation.&nbsp; Lilian was sure that there had to be an elf line somewhere in her illustrious family, so why didn't Sylria just go along with it?&nbsp; Lilian had money, power, everything that anyone could ever want!&nbsp; Maybe Sylria didn't realize that yet, Lilian would just have to make that clear to her at some point.&nbsp; Everyone loved Lilian, everyone just HAD to and Lilian got the distinct feeling that Sylria mistrusted her.&nbsp; <br><br>"The library is on the second floor" Lilian said, holding her resentment in decently.&nbsp; Not to hate the elf yet for not loving her on sight, she'll come around.&nbsp; Plus, Lilian got the distinct feeling that this was one being that wouldn't care if anyone spoke to her or not.&nbsp; Lilian's traditional punishment had met its match.<br><br>Turning to Kat, Lilian held out her hand and said "Come!&nbsp; Lets get Bella and choose our rooms!" her face flushed with happiness, the earlier regret about Sylria forgotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 05:54:21</strong>
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				<strong>Aimee Lisle</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br><br>"Pardon me, Miss?" asked Aimee, maid to both the Montague sisters, but clearly under the direct control of Lilian. "Would you like me to have your things brought up to the master bedroom, Miss Lilian?" She kept her eyes low, and spoke no more than she had to. "And will mistress want to bathe tonight, or in the morning perhaps...or both? I can have the two servant boys begin to heat water for you, if you desire, Miss Lilian."<br><br>She waited for instructions, before giving Lilian Montague a proper curtsy, and departing to do her Lady's will within the household.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:05:52</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br><br>I nod, a bow my head slightly, almost instinctively giving it.&nbsp; Pausing, I frown as I see Imogene get out of the carriage...with Emily in her arms.&nbsp; Suddenly curious, I almost ignore it when Lilian dismisses me.&nbsp; I look around for a moment, take my small bag and stride purposefully toward the manor, heading for the room where I had seen the child.&nbsp; I wasn't aware of any other children with the group, but that didn't mean that there weren't any.&nbsp; And if nothing was there, well, the library was on the second floor.<br><br>I go in the main doors, gracefully stepping around the servants as I go up the stairs.&nbsp; It was...incredibly gaudy, if old and weathered.&nbsp; Well, that was human structures for you.&nbsp; As I move I analyze the structure mentally, putting together how it must have been constructed, and where the supports would be.&nbsp; Another thing I knew, I realized in satisfaction.&nbsp; Was I an architect before?&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; But what of the spellbook?&nbsp; Coming out on the second floor, I look around, trying to remember just where the girl in the window had appeared, and head in that direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:09:56</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Nobles and servants flitted about their respective duties. Gradually the house came alive with light, and the beginnings of heat. Servants began to cook a fine supper, and as the carriages were unloaded and vacated, they were drawn into the large carriage house. People began to filter into Avonleigh, away from the dark of night.<br><br>Bella clung close to Lilian, and giggled at the interchange between spoiled brat and bewildered elf. She thoroughly adored Lilian, and she was bought and paid for as far as friends go; nevertheless she found Lily incredibly cute at times...especially times like these. "Lily, we should choose rooms that are close...and maybe lodge Sylria nearby as well. The three of us could spend some time looking into the library here; I'm sure we can find proof that our new friend is indeed a Montague."<br><br>Ivy giggled as she pulled Ashley behind her, following Imogene towards the house. "She's such a cute little thing, isn't she?" Ivy seemed quite flushed. "Almost like a little sister. Maybe we should let her visit us one night...you know, stay up late with the girls?"<br><br>Others moved about as well. Estelle slipped from her carriage finally, and walked into Avonleigh on Frederick's arm; the pair made an immediate left, into the front parlor. Meanwhile, Antoinette and Kolette were still in their carriage, lips to lips. The two had been rather flirtatious with each other throughout the entire day, and the moment they had a smidgen of privacy, they were pawing at each other lewdly. Servants milled about, still carrying things inside, and the horses were set out to graze on the grass lawn of the estate.<br><br>They were here, finally, and it looked as if Lilian's party would turn out all right after all. A week in the country. What could possibly go wrong?<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:10:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Viktor Martin<br><br>Viktor was asleep when the carriage came to a stop at the Avonleigh manor. The sudden change, from the steady rocking to sporadic rough shaking as the ladies exited, was enough to wake him. He looked around with sleepy eyes, realizing they had arrived. The women had all by cleared the carriage. He ignored&nbsp; Kolette and Antoinette as if they weren't there. "Estelle," he said motioning her over to him as she was just about to leave. She moved over to him, and he whispered in her ear. "Meet me in my room tonight" is all he said to her, knowing that she would obey him without question.<br><br>Viktor stepped out into the coolness of the evening, stopping for a brief moment to stretch and take a deep breath. He slowly looked over the place, as much as he could see anyway, and was rather unimpressed. He had seen many a manor in his time, and this one was no different than all the others. He saw the boys running around, and frowned at the thought of being trapped in a house with the cretins. <br><br>He tried to avoid idle chit-chat as he stepped through the door, however he did stop to gaze at the newcomer for several minutes trying to determine her motives. He was unable to judge this one so easily, and resolved to gather more information later on.<br><br>Viktor wanted a bath. He needed to dress his wound, since no one in the cabin had offered. <em>Damned useless women.</em> He looked around for his butler, "Boy." He motioned William Bond over to him. "Get my things and follow me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:30:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2221356#msg2221356">Quote from: Myrleena on 11-09-2009, 06:05:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Coming out on the second floor, I look around, trying to remember just where the girl in the window had appeared, and head in that direction.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There is a tall window just at the top of the stairs, and that is likely where you saw the girl. A few servants pass here and there, moving trunks of clothing or other items towards the rooms upstairs. Slowly but surely, lights are being lit, and the manor comes to life. It would take a few minutes of exploring, but the library doors are wide, two doors opening in on the grand room. All of the other doorways on the second floor are much more modest in scope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:39:58</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>Looking around for a moment, I sigh and look for the library instead.&nbsp; Whomever the girl was, it wasn't that big of a deal.&nbsp; When I find the room, I examine the room minutely, seeing if there was an index or arrangement of any other type.&nbsp; If not, I merely shrug and head into the deepest potions I can find, looking for anything that might potentially help me recover my memory, or failing that, tell me where in the hells I was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 06:40:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> (http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Ashley&nbsp; &nbsp; </span>outside Avonleigh&nbsp; standing next to Ivy and Imogene at first and then Sylria<br>&nbsp;<br>At first Ashley wanted to moan at Ivy's request that they all share a room as she was aching to talk to Imogene. She had never told Ivy the story of "The Lady in White." Sure that it would frighten her and send her to huddle under her covers, Ashley would offer her comfort and stroke her head until she fell asleep. She had soothed Ivy by doing such in the past, hopefully tonight; her ministrations would work again.<br>Turning to her younger friend Ashley exclaimed, "But of course dear, could there be any other way but for the three of us to camp together like three young scamps out for adventure! I would have it no other way!" True excitement causing her eyes to spark. Ashley signaled Imogene a play along look. <br>Turning again to look at Avonleigh, it was then that Ashley saw the strange light going on and off on the second story window. 'Ah, Emily has been brought to bed, she thought at first upon seeing the child at the window.' But something caused her to have a deeper look. She felt the power emanating from the child's eyes as she stared--seemingly blindly out the window. <br>The chill wind that had been blowing no longer touched Ashley and it was though she were caught in a telescope's lens, all she could see was the dead stillness in the little girl's eyes. It was drawing Ashley in closer and closer-- calling out for Ashley to help her. Then the child's mouth opened and a noise like none Ashley had ever heard before came forth. Had Ashley the ability to move she would have fallen to the ground with her hands pressed against her ears and begged for release from this life. It sounded one thousand times one thousand horses screaming out in pain, the worse sound Ashley had heard in her life. Just as suddenly, it was gone.<br>Ashley glanced about her to see if anyone noticed her odd behavior. However, the only one standing near enough to notice was Sylria, the mysterious young Elf maiden Lily was claiming.<br>Sylria's eyes had also been on the second story window. The young Elf's face was solemn.<br>Ashley offered Sylria a warm smile and nodded her head. She too had wanted to meet Lily's new "friend," but had wanted to allow the maiden time to settle before she approached her.[/]</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 11:51:21</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the Carriages [Everyone, ???]<br><br>Sebastian merely nods to each of the other ladies as they exit the carriages and retire inside. His demeanor changes breaking into a bright smile for Ivy when she appears unfazed by her earlier ordeal. He rolls his eyes after his sister’s theatrics are over. Reminding himself to chide her for being so rude to her poor injured brother later.<br><br>Gathering up the two boys can wait till the morning. This day had been one of frights and hysterics and they needed whatever rest the women in the house will grant them. He was eager to be done with the day too. <em>After the work is through</em>, he grins ruefully. The work was never truly done in the life of a servant. At least back at the Montague mansion he could retire to his room behind Master Cauthon’s forge. The soft down bed regretfully so far away now.<br><br>He experimentally tries to flex his injured shoulder. Only to intake a breath sharply through clenched teeth, granted another sharp pain for his effort. <em>Gods it will be sore tomorrow</em>, he laments.<br><br>Picking his way around the carriages ensuring everything was unloaded by the other servants, Bastian whistled appreciatively.&nbsp; Avonleigh is a grand sight even in the flickering light of the torches. His trained eyes however notice the faults of tattered roof, chipped plaster and general disrepair of the main house. <em>Lots of work here</em>, he shakes his head sadly at the thought. A craftsman at heart he is distraught that such a fine work of art as the manor was left to crumble from neglect. Climbing carefully up onto the first carriage coachman’s perch, he clicks his tongue and flicks the reins to start the pair of horses into the carriage house at a slow trot. The horse’s hoofs crunching on the gravel road and the jingling of the harness sounding a racket in the still night air. As he passes the overgrown hedges he shivers. It will be a chilly night.<br><br>Once inside he locks the brakes on the carriage and unharnesses the horses. The smith rubs each beast down before leading them into the stalls for the night. The smell of old moldy hay tickles the big man’s nose. <em>Yes. Lots of work.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 15:12:29</strong>
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				<strong>Justine Sade</strong> Outside the Carriages<br><br>Justine stepped out of the carriages, looking up at the house.&nbsp; It was a rather impressive sight, much more so then her family's house.&nbsp; She idly fingered her silver necklace as she stared at it.&nbsp; Attatched to it was a little silver holy symbol of Ezra.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked a bit closer to the house to examine it.&nbsp; Perhaps this visit would be fun, it was nice to get away from the family.&nbsp; She had a lot of stuff to sort out and this would be an excellant place to do it in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 16:52:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br><br>"Master bedroom Aimee, and then a bath- use the large basin.&nbsp; Also, put out my mauve dress and pearl jewelry.&nbsp; Do not call supper until my command." Lilian said to Aimee, dismissing her with a wave.<br><br>Turning to Bella she giggled with delight.&nbsp; The outside of the house looked lovely and she couldn't wait to run out in the grass when the rest of the world was sleeping.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, I'm sure we can find proof that my lineage includes elves as well!&nbsp; Looks like Aimee has chosen a room for me, come take a bath with me first, you will, won't you dear Bella?"<br><br>Lilian had no mind to actually sit in a stuffy old library when there were gardens to explore, but she supposed it would be a legitimate trip if she could prove that Sylria was a relative.&nbsp; More and more, the idea of an elven line in her family appealed to her- she supposed that she could just have someone draw up a family tree proving so.<br><br>Walking through the front door, Lilian sniffed at the dusty chandelier and old staircase.&nbsp; Really, the servants should dust and clean more thoroughly.&nbsp; Lilian put that on her list of complaints to rattle off to Aimee when she saw her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 19:10:04</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>I finally find a history book in the mess that this obviously abandoned manor had left behind.&nbsp; The books were in good enough repair, but the dust was thick, making me sneeze at several points.&nbsp; I browse a little more, and after a short time find a thin volume about elves.&nbsp; Taking both of them with me, I find one of the overstuffed armchairs and sit carefully after dusting it off a bit.&nbsp; But it looked like whomever had been taking care of the house had anticipated such, and the chair was relatively clean.&nbsp; I open the book and frown slightly, reaching into my bag to pull out a delicate looking pair of half-moon glasses.&nbsp; The lenses enlarged the writing somewhat, so that it was easier to examine, and I begin reading the documentary on the various elven populations of the region.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 20:32:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2222808#msg2222808">Quote from: Myrleena on 11-09-2009, 19:10:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>I finally find a history book in the mess that this obviously abandoned manor had left behind.&nbsp; The books were in good enough repair, but the dust was thick, making me sneeze at several points.&nbsp; I browse a little more, and after a short time find a thin volume about elves.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As you investigate the library, you find that books are arranged in a meaningful order, although sometimes that arrangement may be difficult to fathom. Of particular curiousity are the little finger prints in the dust of some of the books on the lower shelves. The room is indeed dusty, and has not been cleaned for at least a year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><br><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Outside [Lots of people]<br><br>Ivy nodded, giving Lilian one of her charming smiles. "Well I'd be delighted to share your room, my dearest Lily. After all, you do need someone to chat with into the late hours of the night. I wonder what it'll look like, this bedroom. I hope the bed is comfortable!" She offered Lilian her hand, and looked toward Avonleigh proper. "Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:29:49</strong>
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				<strong>Justine Sade</strong>, Outside [lots of people]<br><br>Justine looked around a bit then walked back to the group of people.&nbsp; "Would anyone require someone to share a room with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:39:03</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Outside<br><br>Well, that wasn't on. The elf was daring to reject Lilian's kind offer of alliance, and without even a simple social lie to cover it. Kat was... not offended, that was too strong, but irked, on her friend's behalf. On the other hand, the girl still represented an intriguing mystery. Aware that she was not at her best after a long day's journey, and the unfortunate excitement that had interrupted it, Kat let it go for now, until she decided what she would do.<br><br>For now, the thing was to pick a bedroom; all things would proceed from there. Thought the day had been long, an 'invigorating tea' made with some of her special herbs might yet see the night last a while, but whether she were resting or not, a bed would be needed soon. Clicking her fingers for Madie to follow with her belongings, Kat headed inside, smiling at Justine as she passed her. The young lady's comment made her pause for a second, and consider.<br><br>"I have yet to choose my accommodation either, my dear," she offered in passing. "Perhaps we could keep each other company?"<br><br>There were several possibilities inherent in that - most entertaining, several scandalous, and all amusing for Kat at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:45:50</strong>
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				Justine Sade, Outside [lots of people]<br><br>She found herself quiet delighted by this.&nbsp; More so then she thought she would.&nbsp; She blushed then bit her bottom lip.&nbsp; Finally she smiled and nodded.&nbsp; "I would like that.&nbsp; Alot."&nbsp; She took up her own luggage to follow Katrina inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 21:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2223286#msg2223286">Quote from: Queentrippingserpent on 11-09-2009, 21:29:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Justine looked around a bit then walked back to the group of people.&nbsp; "Would anyone require someone to share a room with?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Outside [Lots of People]<br><br>Antoinette finally dragged Kolette from the carriage. The two were messy with smeared lip makeup, and it was obvious that they had been kissing profusely. "Kat, we're...umm...going up to find our bedroom. Kolette needs to inspect the bed, to make sure it's comfy. Want us to save you a spot under the covers?" She finished with a giggle.<br><br>Justine approached the group of nobles still standing outside, and asked her question. Antoinette's eyes lit up at hearing the woman's words. "Actually, I kind of hate sharing a bed with both Lady Katrina <strong>and</strong> Kolette. Between the two of them, I never get any covers..." and in her head, she added, <em>or sleep!</em> "It would be wonderful if you could share a room with her, and I'm sure Lady Kat wouldn't mind the idea, either. She seems rather fond of you!"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 22:16:52</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Outside carriages, [Lots of people]<hr><br>Kolette steps down from the carriage, Antoinette holding her hand, as she pats her hair back into place, licking her lips slightly.&nbsp; "Ahem, um, yes.&nbsp; After all day in that carriage, I need to make sure everything is ready.&nbsp; I think I might even nip down the cellar, see if there's a bottle of wine we can share."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Actually, I kind of hate sharing a bed with both Lady Katrina and Kolette. Between the two of them, I never get any covers..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Aww, poore 'Nette, having to share between us..." Kolette teases.&nbsp; As if who would mind.&nbsp; Returning to the conversation of accomodations, she replies, "Oh, yes, I'm sure two to a room is fine.&nbsp; But with us all so close, I'm sure there's time and room enough to visit.&nbsp; It's one of my favorite things about these secluded country affairs."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 22:36:49</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2223102#msg2223102">Quote from: Faeylin on 11-09-2009, 20:32:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As you investigate the library, you find that books are arranged in a meaningful order, although sometimes that arrangement may be difficult to fathom. Of particular curiousity are the little finger prints in the dust of some of the books on the lower shelves. The room is indeed dusty, and has not been cleaned for at least a year.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Pausing with the book after a bit, I consider the odd order of the books, as well as the fingerprints.&nbsp; Curious, I get up and start investigating the organization of the books, and which ones the fingerprints were near.&nbsp; This seemed very odd, but despite my exhaustion, I just couldn't imagine sleeping just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:15:49</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Outside<br><br>Thinking she would do better not standing outside with a small girl in her arms, Imogene shifted Emily more comfortably in her arms. "I'm going to put Emily in bed," she said, to anyone who might be listening. "If you need me, I'll be up on the second floor."<br><br>With that, she headed inside with the girl still in her arms.<br><br>[Inside Avonleigh Manor]<br><br>The sight inside the manor was overwhelming. Well, what could you expect from a wealthy family like the Montagues? Imogene crossed the entire first floor before finally finding the stairs, and she climbed them, trying to find the little girl's room, where Emily would be sleeping. She shivered a bit, however. She had an odd feeling creep up her spine as she ascended the stairs, but perhaps she was just imagining it. When she finally found the girl's room, she gently lay Emily on the bed, as quietly as possible, so she would not wake her. Suddenly, she didn't know if she wanted to return to the others or not. They would probably be better off without her company. So, instead of walking back downstairs, she continued to explore the second floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:11:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley </strong>(2nd floor following Imogene)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley, not wanting Imogene to be alone made to quickly follow her friend, unfortunately, a ladies maid stopped her just inside the door.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Miss will you be wantin some water brung up to ya room?" the girl inquired with a bob of her head.&nbsp; Intent after Imogene, Ashley stumbled out, "Wha... oh, umm... Yes please, enough for two."&nbsp; On second thought, Please have the roll top tub brought in and enough hot water for two baths instead."&nbsp; Ashley smiled at the girl, but was already off again in search of Imogene and their appointed room.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley finally caught up with Genie as the flushed maiden exited the young girl's room.</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"There you are dearest!"&nbsp; Ashley exclaimed, obvious in her relief.&nbsp; "I wanted to escort you up; however, I was delayed."&nbsp; A curious smile played across Ashley's lips.&nbsp; She drew a down feather from her bonnet; with a swish of her wrist, Ashley stroked it lightly across Imogene's pinked cheek and murmered,in a low, sing-song voice, "I have a surprise for you.&nbsp; One I am sure you will love."&nbsp; Ashley, was not able to contain her excitement at finally having some time alone with Imogene. She wanted to grab Genie and twirl her down the hall all agiggle--not caring who stared.&nbsp; Just she and Imogene alone; it was something she had had a deep longing for for such a dreadfully long time. Ever since the night of Papa's masked ball, four month's past when Genie, ill with a fever, had slept in Ashley's arms all the night through. Ashley had never felt such rightness and peace.&nbsp; And while Ashley may have not slept long, for once she slept without nightmares or tremors or anything but the pure sweet dawn to break her deep slumber, and the feel of Imogene's firm body tight against hers to ease her discord.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Come dearest, shall we be off to our room?"</span><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:28:41</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Outside, practically everyone.<br><br>Kat laughed, looking at her friends' dishevelled looks, and nodded. They spent plenty of time together at home - this country retreat would be an ideal chance to make new <em>acquaintances</em>, and some of them might be a little intimidated by the three of them together. And it wasn't as though the rooms they chose needed to mean anything more than where their luggage was stored, come to that.<br><br>"Sharing is fun, my very dears, but two is probably quite enough for a room. We can after all visit each other, as you say, my lovely Kolette. We must make sure we have neighbouring rooms, though, for I shouldn't wish to be far from my darling friends." <br><br>She turned back to the blushing Justine, and smiled warmly. "Let us get settled, then. Shall we see what the rooms are like, and find one to our taste?"<br><br>She headed into the house at that, looking around it's imposing, if unkept, interior, and heading up to the bedrooms. She was feeling a little woozy, but some herbal tea would bring back her bounce, she was sure. Maddie followed behind, with the luggage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 05:08:52</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> 2nd floor [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene looked around, startled as she was unaware of anyone else in the house yet, and found it was Ashley. She smiled a bit, Ash was always decent to her. As she felt the feather from Ashely's bonnet tickle her cheek, she giggled a bit, moving her face away slightly to relieve the tingling sensation. She was a bit intrigued by this "surprise", and so she raised an eyebrow. <br><br>"A surprise, you say?" she said, and a smile appeared on her face, one that hadn't been there for a long while. It always happened when Ashley was around, for some reason. Though deep down, she thought she might know what that reason was. "Yes, let's be off to our room," she said softly, giving her a bit of a shier smile. "This 'surprise' has me excited, so I can't refuse now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 05:36:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley 2nd floor with Imogene</span><br>Glad to see Genie finally smile, Ashley laughed aloud and with a skipping run, practically dragged her friend down the long dark hallway to the second bedroom.&nbsp; Ashley stopped Imogene right outside the door.&nbsp; With a breathy laugh, she grabbed her by the shoulders and with a shake of her head admonished, "Uh uh, No peaking naughty girl!"&nbsp; Ashley poked her head around the door and to her delight, the tub was filled with steaming water and sitting next to the tub were 6 more buckets of heated water.&nbsp; Ashley grinned and clapped her hands.&nbsp; She twirled around and warned in a mock stern voice, "No peaking or suffer the consequences!"&nbsp; Taking Imogene by the hand now, Ashley removed her neck scarf&nbsp; and gently brushed the hair out of Imogene's huge trusting eyes.&nbsp; Ashley had meant to tie the scarf around Genie's eyes, but some soft look she couldn't name held her in thrall -- trapped for a moment in the perfection of their design.&nbsp; At that very moment, Ashley felt her whole heart, no... her whole being --travel the distance between her and Imogene and enter her wondrous eyes.&nbsp; Involuntarily, Ashley leaned closer to Imogene; she felt her face soften and her body grow warm,&nbsp; her breathing grew a bit unsteady.&nbsp; Just as Ashley was raising her arm to caress Imogene's silken cheek, the maid came round the corner and with a quick bob asked, "Will that be all you'll be wantin miss?"<br>Breaking from her sweet Imogene's gaze, Ashley ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. "A moment please." She croaked, trying to find her voice.<br>Turning to Imogene with a sudden thought, "Dear, the trip was so tedious, I would love to just have dinner in our room.&nbsp; Would you care to join me?"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 07:03:37</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene let out a soft giggle as Ashley pulled her off to their room. When Ashley stopped her right in front of the door, however, she looked at her, curious. She turned slightly red at the idea of peeking, though. Would she have even tried to peek, given the opportunity? Surely she wouldn't...or would she? Her heartbeat seemed to quicken as Ashley came close to her then, and her breathing became shallow and choppy, as her hand came ever-so close to touching her cheek...<br><br>She let out a long breath as the maid came in, and moved away a bit, as to not raise any suspicions. Looking back to Ashley, Imogene nodded at her suggestion. "Yes, I think dinner would be lovely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 08:50:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2224690#msg2224690">Quote from: Chelemar on 12-09-2009, 05:36:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley 2nd floor with Imogene</span><br>Ashley poked her head around the door and to her delight, the tub was filled with steaming water and sitting next to the tub were 6 more buckets of heated water.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Although the water was obviously steaming, the moment one of the girls touches it, it feels icy cold...as if just drawn from a well. The steam is gone; did time just pass in a blink of an eye, or was it something else? There's a giggle in the hallway outside. It sounds like Emily is up and playing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 09:10:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">ASHLEY&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley and Imogene standing right inside bedroom 2.</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley turned to the serving girl, "We will have two dinners brought up please, and give our excuses to Miss Lily and Miss Ivy, explain that we are both exhausted from the trip and plead headaches and a good night's rest to restore us." She then dismisses the woman with a smile and nod.&nbsp; Turning back to Imogene Ashley resumes where she left off.&nbsp; "Ok now you!&nbsp; No peaking."&nbsp; Ashley takes the silk kerchief and flips it around the back of the smaller girl's head, but the kerchief gets trapped by Genie's upswept hair.&nbsp; With a slow smile dancing across her face, Ashley lifts her hand to Imogene's face again.&nbsp; Ever so softly, like a baby's sigh, Ashley brushes the pad of her thumb against Imogene's delicate cheek. She follows the path of her jaw with intent exploration as if she were discovering something no one had ever known before.&nbsp; Ashley felt the delicate rise of her ear lobe and thought that there could never have been so lovely and ear as this.&nbsp; Surely it was the tiniest, most perfect ear.&nbsp; And then Ashley's hand was tangled in the curls of Imogene's mahogany tresses-- each smooth strand putting the silk worm to shame.&nbsp; Ashley's searching fingers kneed the base of Imogene's head, caress where her shoulder and neck meet, then with a shaky breath, Ashley pulls the hankerchief from around Imogene's neck and whispers, "I trust you Genie,&nbsp; you would never peak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 09:31:06</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene continued to stand there, watching Ashley with shrewd expression on her face. She was still curious as to what surprise Ashley had in store for her, or had that merely been a bribe to get her up there? She heard the giggle in the hallway, and inferred that Emily was probably awake, playing. She'd go check on her later, she had become almost like a little sister to Imogene, and she had this feeling that she had to protect her.<br><br>But the thoughts of Emily quickly slipped out of her mind as Ashley wrapped the handkerchief around the back of her head. Her breathing became a bit shallow and uneven again as she caressed her cheek, traced her jawline with soft, delicate touches. She relaxed at the soft touch of her fingers through her hair, and looked at her as she took the handkerchief off. She nodded, but didn't have anything to say in response, so she simply watched her quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 09:54:07</strong>
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				The sound of the child's giggle echo'd in the back of Ashley's mind, but it wasn't until she turned from Imogene that the relevance of the noise sunk into her consciousness.&nbsp; Begging leave from Genie for a moment, Ashley opens the door to the hallway and finds it deserted.&nbsp; With a shrug of her shoulders, Ashley turns back to Imogene, "If Emily was in the hall dear heart she is no longer there.&nbsp; Do you wish that we should go and check on her?"&nbsp; Ashley knew that Imogene doted on Emily and she too had become fond of the quiet child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 09:59:51</strong>
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				Imogene Campbell, Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene frowned a bit. There was no way that the girl could have traveled that fast without anyone seeing her, or they would have heard running footsteps. It was rather odd, and deep down she knew she thought it had to be something more than a misunderstanding. But she didn't let the thought surface, she knew it was childish.<br><br>"I suppose she went back to her room, or to explore. There are others here, I'm sure they'll look after her if she strays," she said, giving Ashley a reassuring smile. But she frowned a bit still. The memory of the unnatural chill that had moved down Imogene's spine came back to her at that point, and somehow, she seemed to link it to the giggle that they had just heard. Shaking her head, she moved a bit closer to Ashley out of instinct.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 10:28:55</strong>
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				<strong>Ashley Browly</strong>, Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, maid]<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley's eyes lit up at Imogene's explanation regarding Emily.&nbsp; Then she noticed her shiver.&nbsp; "Oh you are cold!&nbsp; Come sit by fire for a moment."&nbsp; Ashley removed her hat and gloves and sat them on the vanity.&nbsp; Savoring the aroma of lavender and mint that rose on the steam of the bath, Ashley slipped her fingers into the tub to test the heat of the water.&nbsp; Perplexed when the water felt ice cold to her touch, Ashley put her hand in up to her elbows.&nbsp; "Odd, that." She stated.&nbsp; "Someone must be having us on.&nbsp; That water is ice cold."&nbsp; A bit angry now that Imogene's surprise was ruined, Ashley tried the buckets, and they were steaming hot.&nbsp; Sticking her scalded finger in&nbsp; her mouth, Ashley stomped over to the pull bell and rang for service.<br>The harried maid rushed into the room.&nbsp; <br>"What can i be doin fer ya Miss?"<br>"This water is ice cold!"&nbsp; <br>"Oh Miss, I just checked it myself and twas nice and hot it was."<br>Ashley not one to scold the help, was moved by Imogene's plight to be beyond her own self.<br>"Well test it now, please." Ashley snapped.<br>The maid scurried to the tub and placed an elbow in, "Tis hot mum, see the steam."<br>"Yes, but... when I.. oh..."&nbsp; pinching the bridge of her nose, Ashley begged, Imogene, will you please, please test the water, she lifted pleading eyes to her friend.&nbsp; <em>'It can't have been a premonition... It can't have been.'&nbsp; Ashley denied to herself.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 16:13:17</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Outside carriages, [Lots of people]<hr><br>"Well, I'm going to see to my room and then explore a bit.&nbsp; Would any of you like to accompany me?" speaking to Kat, Antoinette, and Justine.<br><br>With anyone, or not, joining her, Kolette makes her way up to the hall of bedrooms and picks one (#4), making sure the servants have taken up her baggage, room is warm, and the bed is ready for later.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 16:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong> [Outside/Inside]<br><br>She nodded at Kat and picked up her own baggage to bring it in.&nbsp; She smiled at Kolette and nodded.&nbsp; "That would be wonderful after me and Katrina find a room."&nbsp; She followed Katrina inside, looking around.&nbsp; It was as imposing inside as it was outside.&nbsp; Something about the place held an aura of mystery and dread.&nbsp; She looked around as they climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2225342#msg2225342">Quote from: Chelemar on 12-09-2009, 10:28:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[edited to add]<strong>Ashley Browly</strong>, Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly][end of edit]<br><br>Ashley begged, Imogene, will you please, please test the water, she lifted pleading eyes to her friend.&nbsp; <em>'It can't have been a premonition... It can't have been.'&nbsp; Ashley denied to herself.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> There is a small object inside the tub, at the very bottom, though it might be difficult to spot. If someone does see it, and dips their arms into the icy tub to get it...pause for a tiny bit so I can I let you know what you find. :P<br><br><hr><br>It was clear to everyone that the water had indeed stopped steaming; now it was downright frigid. How odd! It was clearly steaming when you entered the room.<br><br>The maid apologizes, shaking her head. "I don't know what happened, Ma'am. I swear it was hot when I dragged it up here, m'Lady." She pulls back her sleeve to show Miss Ashley a tendril of a faint burn. "It was so hot I even spilled a little on myself. It hurt something bad!" Shaking her head with a little sigh, she added. "I can redraw the bath for you ladies, but it might take the better part of an hour to fetch more water from the well and reheat the water." She lowered her eyes, fearful for a scolding.<br><br>Everyone will notice that the water has indeed stopped steaming and it is downright frigid. It's odd, though, because it was clearly steaming when you entered the room. The maid apologizes and asks if you would like her to redo the bath; she sighs as she waits for a response. It easily takes forty minutes to an hour to fetch that much water, heat it up, and carry it all to the bedroom on the second floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>limondrop</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:26:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Master Bedroom<br><br>Lilian took Bella's hand and swept into the master bedroom.&nbsp; Lilian could see that Aimee had cleaned her bedroom as their was a smell of fresh perfume and not a bit of dust in the room.&nbsp; Aimee had lit many candles because she knew Lilian hated the dark.&nbsp; Bright and comforting, Lilian took a big breath and squeezed Bella's hand.&nbsp; "This is starting to get exciting dear, don't you think?"<br><br>&nbsp; Her dress had been hung in the wardrobe, pressed and ironed.&nbsp; The pearls were laid out on the vanity table and Lilian could see her tub waiting for her behind a screen decorated with bright peacocks and fans.&nbsp; "Bella dear, won't you help me take off my dress?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:30:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2225727#msg2225727">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 12-09-2009, 16:13:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, Outside carriages, [Lots of people]<hr><br>"Well, I'm going to see to my room and then explore a bit.&nbsp; Would any of you like to accompany me?" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>OOC:</strong> If you wouldn't mind, Kolette, we can play out part of the scene. I'd rather avoid extended, graphic sex because I don't have the time to write it here. :P But we can play back and forth for a few posts and then fade to black.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<br><br>Antoinette giggled, never letting go of Kolette's hand. "Dear, maybe it should just be the two of us for now. I'm sure Kat and Justine want to get settled in, and I should probably help you get ready for supper." She added the last part with a devious look. "Come on, race you up!"<br><br>Once inside the room, and behind a closed and locked--Antoinette made sure of that--door, Kolette's friend became more aggressive. "You little slut," she murmured, biting her lower lip and advancing on the beautiful Kolette. "All day, my fingers begged to play between your legs. I wonder, are you absolutely dripping with want for me?" She attempted to push Kolette back onto the bed. "I think maybe we should get cleaned up before supper."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2223465#msg2223465">Quote from: Myrleena on 11-09-2009, 22:36:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>Curious, I get up and start investigating the organization of the books, and which ones the fingerprints were near.&nbsp; This seemed very odd, but despite my exhaustion, I just couldn't imagine sleeping just yet.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The fingerprints look to have belonged to a child, or some other smallish being. Here and there they were hesitant, as if deciding what book to read, but in other places there were drawings in the dust. Little happy faces, or crude butterflies. <br><br>Though the books were written on many different subjects, they seemed to be well ordered; there were treatises on the history of many different things, and books to explain life through Dementlieu science. Many of the books were printed, and they were often decorated with with carved, wood block prints. They were all exquisite, but it would take months or more to fully appreciate the entire library. The room is easily forty by thirty feet, long and wide, and it's tall shelves must hold several thousand volumes upon them.<br><br>Following the trail of fingerprints, however, Sylria does stumble on a very peculiar book. The cracked, leather spine reads, <span class="bbc_u">Fairytales of Dementlieu.</span> More peculiar, though, is the fact that a word appears to be written in the dust of the spine. If she inspects it, she can make out the following letters: J...U...S...T; there seems to be the start of another letter. The trail of the small finger drags away from the book, across the dust of several close books, and then disappears altogether
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:52:02</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene blinked a bit as she said that the water was ice cold.&nbsp; Of course, if there had been a bath, she hadn't noticed it, since Ashley had told her not to peek. There was definitely something odd going on, that was for sure. <br><br><em>'But...it's not a ghost...'</em> she told herself, as she watched the expression on Ashley's face. <em>'They're not real...they're just used to scare people. They're not real...'</em> On a whim, she walked out of the room and looked down the hallways. No one. No playing girl. She walked right up to Emily's room and creaked open the door, and saw that the girl was sleeping just as soundly as before, when Imogene had first put her in bed. She let out a long breath, then headed back to her and Ashley's room, her expression stony.<br><br>"Emily is still in bed..." she said softly, her expression now nearly pleading as she looked at Ashley. "It must have been our imaginations...it had to be..." Shaking her head, she looked to the tub, where the water was indeed ice-cold and flat. Though, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a small object at the bottom of the tub. Blinking a bit, she plunged a hand into the water, shivering, as she went to retrieve it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:02:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2226161#msg2226161">Quote from: limondrop on 12-09-2009, 20:26:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, Master Bedroom<br><br>Lilian took Bella's hand and swept into the master bedroom.<br>...<br>"Bella dear, won't you help me take off my dress?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Bella</strong>, Master Bedroom [Lilian &amp; Bella]<br><br>Bella nodded to her close friend, and moved close to the girl. "So, what do you think of your new house," she asked of Lilian, her fingers working buttons as she spoke. The two had dressed and undressed each other many times since childhood, although it usually was the work of maids like Aimee. Still, it gave them time to talk, and that was always precious. <br><br>In moments Lilian's gorgeous silk blouse was loose and ready to be removed. "Up, up," she ordered Lily with a giggle, motioning for her to lift her arms so that her blouse could be drawn off. Bella could appreciate how fond she was for Lily at times like these; as far as she knew, no one else ever ordered the spoiled girl around. But Bella could sometimes get away with it, if it were playful enough. Since they were young girls, four or five years old, Lily had always been a firebrand. Now that she was older, she was like a child with infinite access to the toys and pleasures her life afforded: she never had enough, always wanted more, and her greatest enemy was always boredom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:11:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2226190#msg2226190">Quote from: Risa on 12-09-2009, 20:52:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br>Though, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a small object at the bottom of the tub. Blinking a bit, she plunged a hand into the water, shivering, as she went to retrieve it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The water only grew more and more cold as Imogene reached down into the tub. She leaned in, and then further in, and she was still not at the bottom of the tub! She had to roll up her sleeve and lean all the way in til her shoulder was almost touching the water. It must have been much deeper than it looked. She could almost feel something. Was it the bottom of the tub. Wet and clingy...drifting in the depths of the water. Hair? And then a nose...and a face! And then something grabbed Imogene's hand and tried to drag her into the tub!<br><br>It very nearly pulled her head beneath the water before she was released as suddenly as she was attacked. Imogene's blouse was soaked in frigid water, and her arm and hand felt numb. Much of her hair had gotten wet in the struggle as well. As she pulled away from the water and the tub, she would find a rusted key in her hand.<br><br>Ashley and the maid saw all of this, and it looked dreadful and frightening. There were no ghosts, no apparitions, and nothing in the tub to justify what happened. Was Imogene playing a trick on them?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:21:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2221899#msg2221899">Quote from: Kathadon on 11-09-2009, 11:51:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Carriage House [Alone]<br><br>Once inside he locks the brakes on the carriage and unharnesses the horses. The smith rubs each beast down before leading them into the stalls for the night. The smell of old moldy hay tickles the big man’s nose. <em>Yes. Lots of work.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The servants have all drifted out of the carriage house, and Sebastian is the last one left inside, or so he thought. From the hayloft up above, he can hear the old wood creaking and straining as someone moves overhead. From where he stands, it would be impossible to see who was there, but it wasn't far to the iron ladder that leads up to the second floor of the barn-like structure. Managing it would be nearly impossible with his hurt arm, however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:27:24</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>Sighing with some regret at how long it would take to go through everything, I take the book of fairytales over to my chair and sit, deciding that it would be interesting, at the least, and if not, well...it would at least get me in the mood to sleep.&nbsp; I sit down carefully, blowing the dust off the book, and gently open it, trying to keep the spine from cracking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:45:35</strong>
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				Note: I'm going to improvise for William a tiny bit here, since he hasn't responded, in the interest of keeping things rolling.<br><hr><br>Viktor didn't wait for William to gather his belongings before beginning the ascent to the second floor. He didn't have much appreciation for the place itself, but relished the secrets that it would undoubtedly hold, and secrets he planned to add to them. <br><br>As he walked the long hallway, he heard many noises from the various doorways. He casually stopped at a couple of them to listen in. Nothing of interest really - splashing water from that one, giggling women in this one.&nbsp; He had had enough of loud females for one day, so he continued down to the last bedroom, far away (he hoped) from everyone else.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as he reached his bedroom, he heard William approaching. "It's about time, boy." Viktor entered the room, and begun to disrobe as he walked the length of it, down to his pants. Some of the maids had already been here apparently. The bed was turned down, the room was warmed by a softly glowing fire, and much of the dust had been swept away. Viktor turned to William. "Just put it over there," he motioned somewhere, it didn't matter where. "Bring me something to eat, and have someone, one of those young quiet servantgirls, bring me some hot water." He smirked as he waved the boy off to do his duties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 13:22:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley&nbsp; (</span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">bedroom 2 with Imogene and the maid) </span><br>&nbsp;<br>"She's asleep?" Ashley frowned in confusion--half her mind was still on the mysterious water problem.&nbsp; Ashley noted Imogene's look of dismay and so wanting to comfort her dear friend, she blurted, "Come, these big old house have the oddest acoustics! Emily may have giggled in her sleep and the sound was trapped in a pipe which winds down the outside of her window and a top the roof to our side of the hallway.&nbsp; When just babes really, My cousin Thomas and I used to spook Great Aunt Minerva by speaking through the water pipe on the roof top tub and having our voices come out in the bath sounding wet and hollow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ashley rubbed her bottom at the memory of the thrashing she had received from her Papa the time he had caught them.<br>Ashley turned Genie to the tub explaining with a frown in her voice, "This was to be your surprise.&nbsp; A private bath to wash away the troubles garnered on the trip here."&nbsp; Ashley used her thumb to gently stroke the center of Imogene's forehead--smoothing away the worry line that creased her otherwise perfect skin.<br>I would gladly have acted as your maid and bathed your troubles away, but something's gone wrong with the water, for it is ice cold and unfit to touch&nbsp; you.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley wanted to take Imogene in her arms, but could do naught with the maid standing there.<br>&nbsp;<br>Just as Ashley was about to dismiss the maid, Imogene strode over to the tub and put her hand in.&nbsp; <br>"See pet, isn't it freez..."<br>Ashley couldn't believe her eyes at first.&nbsp; Imogene looked as though she were being pulled into the tub by some force.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ashley could see Imogene look as though she were being pulled further and further into the frigid water.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ashley couldn't move.&nbsp; Then her whole mind and soul screamed, "NO!" As soon as she finished saying the word, she felt that connection again to Imogene.&nbsp; Only this time it was like a length of twine between them, and it anchored Imogene to her.&nbsp; Just as suddenly as Imogene was pulled into the water, she came flinging back up.<br>Breaking free of her immobility, Ashley grabbed a towel and began mopping the water off of the soaked woman.&nbsp; She grabbed Imogene by the hand and dragged her over by the heat of the fire.<br>Turning to the maid Ashley ordered, "Bring a carafe of wine and a bracer of brandy.&nbsp; Also, please see to it that the food is brought immediately.&nbsp; <br>Grimmacing, Ashley realizes that it will be too late to give that full bath experience to Genie.&nbsp; She would have to settle on giving Genie a hot towel sauna instead.<br>Turning back to the maid, "We no longer require the tub.&nbsp; Please have it removed.&nbsp; Also, have the boys bring two more buckets of steaming hot water please."&nbsp; Turning to Imogene, the maid bobbed and left to follow her orders.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley gathered up the towel across the spine of the rocking chair,&nbsp; and rushed over to be at Imogene's side. Ashley rubbed the chill water from her Genie's bluing skin.&nbsp; "Here sweet, let me help you.&nbsp; We must remove your wet clothing"<br>Ashley tugged at Imogene's cotton blouse with shaking hands.&nbsp; <br>"I will be your lady's maid."<br>Ashley tugged at the cotton blouse that was clinging to Imogene's wet skin.&nbsp; She undid the row of delicate pearl buttons that ran the length of the back of Imogene's shirtwaist.&nbsp; Ashley delicately pealed the shirt from Imogene and allowed it to fall to the floor.&nbsp; She needed to touch Imogene so desperately.&nbsp; Allowing herself to give in to the urge, Ashley reached out with her right hand and with just the fingertips, traced the outline of Imogene's left shoulderblade.<br>Ashley's voice grew thick and warm and in a slightly shaky voice she whispered, "your skin is so lovely." The alabaster of Genie's shoulder <br>turned a warm orange in the flickering light of the fire.&nbsp; Ashley turned&nbsp; Imogene to face her and looked deep into her eyes.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Imogene was wrong about herself, she mused.&nbsp; Her(Imogene's) eye's weren't hazel.&nbsp; They were green--a rich earth green that spoke of living things and renewal.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 20:07:18</strong>
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				Imogene was still shaking all over, from a combination of cold and nerves, after the unknown force released her. Her heartbeat seemed to have increased a hundred beats a second, and she was breathing hard. There had definitely been someone in that tub, trying to pull her down into it, capture her. She sniffed a bit, she looked on the verge of tears from being scared so suddenly. But Imogene held it in, she did not want to seem weak in front of Ashley.<br><br>So she let her drag her over by the fire, and it seemed to help her calm down, though she was still trembling a bit. As Ashley tugged the now-soaking blouse off of her, her B-cup breasts and her bra were now visible. Her skin was still cold, and she could feel goosebumps all along her arms and shoulders, and Ashley gently touching her shoulderblade didn't help, although they were a different kind of goosebumps then, having nothing to do with the cold.<br><br>She was still trembling so much that she couldn't speak for a few minutes, just stared into the fire, making sure not to have eye contact with the tub. It had just been so...sudden. So bizzare. Finally, after minutes of cold silence, she looked up at Ashley. <br><br>"There was...a face...in there..." Imogene said, and her voice still shook with fear. "It...it was trying to drag me in..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 20:27:29</strong>
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				Seeing Genie shiver again, Ashley grabbed the bed throw she had laid in front of the fire to warm.&nbsp; Then Imogene began to speak about the tub.&nbsp; "What?"&nbsp; Ashley's eyes grew wide and her focuse reshifted to Imogene's mouth as she tried to comprehend what her friend was saying.&nbsp; Ashley wrapped the fire warmed bed throw around Genie and rubbed Genie's arms trying to banish her shivers. "Someone....in the tub?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:07:04</strong>
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				Imogene nodded, scooting a bit closer to Ashley, feeling safer as she did so. "I...when I was moving my hand around down in the water...there was a face...and hair...and the thing grabbed me and tried to pull me in..." She sniffed again and hugged her knees, bringing them close to her chest, as she tried to rid herself of the memory. Perhaps she had imagined it, but it had felt so...real. There had definitely been something in there, but there was no proof of it. <em>'There's no such thing as ghosts...'</em> she said, trying to convince herself. <em>'There's no such thing...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:17:13</strong>
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				Feeling the distress emanate from Imogene's body, Ashley wrapped her arms around Imogene and rested her cheek lightly atop Imogene's.&nbsp; She stroked Genie's hair as she spoke, "If you say something grabbed you, or.. someone," Ashley amended, "then someone did.&nbsp; There is something not right here at Avonleigh."<br>"Imogene?"<br>Ashley's voice rose and broke a bit upon saying her name.<br>"It's time I share my secret with you."<br>Come, lets get you into something dry and we will talk.&nbsp; Ashley, her eyes dark and hooded, extends her hand to Imogene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:35:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2229404#msg2229404">Quote from: Risa on 13-09-2009, 21:07:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">There had definitely been something in there, but there was no proof of it.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>OOC:</strong> If you can somehow work it in, you also have a rusted key in your hand. Maybe in all the excitement you didn't realize, or maybe you let it fall back into the tub. You guys are cute! Sorry to ruin the moment with the icy water. ; ;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 22:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2226287#msg2226287">Quote from: Alluistras on 12-09-2009, 21:45:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Victor, Bedroom #6 [Viktor]<br><br>"Bring me something to eat, and have someone, one of those young quiet servant girls, bring me some hot water." He smirked as he waved the boy off to do his duties.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>Kara (a servant girl)</strong>, Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br><br>William Bond came into the kitchen, and barked the order for hot water and food to be brought up to Viktor's room. That's when Marie Archambault pulled Kara aside, and informed her about Viktor Martin's reputation. He had a way with servant girls, she warned. Kara was to get in and out of his room with the warm water and the supper as fast as possible!<br><br>Nervous, the young woman knocked politely on Viktor's door. There was no answer. <em>He must be taking his bath or something</em>, she mused. Letting herself in, she saw no trace of the dark and handsome man. Resolved to follow Marie's advice, she began to unload the two plates she had been carrying, and she set the heavy bucket of steaming water down as well. The thin, dark-haired wisp of a woman then turned to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 22:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2226258#msg2226258">Quote from: Myrleena on 12-09-2009, 21:27:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>I sit down carefully, blowing the dust off the book, and gently open it, trying to keep the spine from cracking.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The book is full of many stories. The first involves the legend of a girl who drowned in the rapid waters of the Musarde river; the story goes on to describe her spectral singing each night. Next is a haunting tale of a huge, white wolf that stalks two-legged prey each evening. Another good read is the tale of the creaking swinger. Apparently he was a thief who was strung up by a lynch mob in life, and now in death he drags off innocents in the middle of the night for his ghostly executions. They're found dead in the morning, in their beds, with the hanging marks around their necks. There are 17 other tales in the book, and it's likely that Sylria drifts into sleep before she's done with the tome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 22:50:50</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom 2 [Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly]<br><br>Imogene sighed a bit, nodding slightly. Yes, there was definitely something wrong here. However, at the thought of Ashley's secret, her thoughts were momentarily pulled away from the horrifying experience at the tub, and she looked at her. Glancing at her hand, she took it in her own, and stood up. She looked to the floor, and, seeing something on the ground, she picked it up. A rusty key. Imogene blinked, she must have let it drop when she had been thrown back out of the tub, or perhaps had been trembling so much that it slipped from her fingers. The key was old, perhaps it led to a room in the manor? She would have to explore it later. For now, she wanted to be with Ashley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 00:26:46</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>I read the stories with some interest, though they were slightly worrying.&nbsp; Why were all the fairytales so...gruesome?&nbsp; It made no sense to me.&nbsp; But as I read I feel my eyes growing heavier and heavier, until at last they droop and I fall asleep where I am sitting, book still in hands, gently resting on it and holding it where I last was reading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 04:06:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You little slut.&nbsp; All day, my fingers begged to play between your legs. I wonder, are you absolutely dripping with want for me?&nbsp; I think maybe we should get cleaned up before supper."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kolette gasped playfully at Antoinette's exclamation, allowing herself to be pushed onto the bed.&nbsp; "Mmm, your fingers are like magic.&nbsp; I could never get enough of them.&nbsp; Or your tongue.&nbsp; Are you going to be the one to clean me up?..." giggling with her newly aggressive "girlfriend."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 06:10:36</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Carriage House [Alone]<br><br>Sebastian stands near the stall door, peering up at the gloomy hayloft at the first sounds of movement. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the sound, he runs his thumb absently along the steel hammer at his waist. <em>More than likely just a critter starting its nightly scavenging</em>, he thinks. <em>Nice big dry barn. Must be all sorts of animals hiding in the nooks an’ crannies of the house.</em> The idea of climbing the ladder and checking the loft he quickly dismisses. The big smith doubts he could manage the climb and has no desire to come face to face with a hungry badger or raccoon.<br><br>Keeping an eye fixed on the shadows of the loft he steadily backs away toward the main carriage house door. Intent on heading in and getting his sister to cook him&nbsp; warm meal and some shut eye before returning in the morning with the boys and setting to work cleaning out the stalls. <em>The lofts mysterious creature can wait till morning</em>, he muses. Chagrined by the absurdity of the moment he tries to push close the doors and head toward the main house.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 06:32:48</strong>
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				Viktor Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br>&nbsp;<br><br>"In a hurry?" His voice came from nowhere, as he also seemed to.<br><br>As Kara turned to leave, she ran smack into Viktor, her nose hitting his bare chest. She tried to move passed him, but with each attempt, Viktor blocked her way. He backed up to the door and turned the key, locking it. He pulled it out, and waved it at the girl.<br><br>"If you want to leave, you'll have to get the key first," he said with a laugh as he strode over to a big overstuffed chair in the corner. <br><br>Viktor sat down, and beckoned the girl over. "Well? You do want to leave don't you? Come and get it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 19:00:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2235011#msg2235011">Quote from: Alluistras on 15-09-2009, 06:32:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br>&nbsp;<br>Viktor sat down, and beckoned the girl over. "Well? You do want to leave don't you? Come and get it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kara frowned. This was a very silly game. "Sir, please? Let me be on my way." He didn't say anything. "Surely you're just teasing me! You can't expect me to..." Her face turned red out of embarassment. "Please let me go on my way. Pretty, pretty please," she whined, the sound not altogether unpleasing to Viktor's ears.<br><br>"Come and get it," he repeated, holding the key up. <br><br>Finally, she stepped over to him, slow and nervous, and tried to reach for the key. He deftly slipped it into his palm, and closed his hand tight around it. The maid grabbed his hand, much larger than her own, with both of her hands; maybe she could force the key from him.<br><br>Pouting in frustration, she finally said, "Sir, if you don't give me that key right this instant, I promise I will scream for help!" There were the beginnings of tears in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 19:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2231288#msg2231288">Quote from: Kathadon on 14-09-2009, 06:10:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong> Kitchen [Surrounded by Servants]<br><br>Keeping an eye fixed on the shadows of the loft he steadily backs away toward the main carriage house door.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Marie Archambault greeted her brother as he stumbled into the kitchen. "Sit down, sit down!" she ordered him, corralling her brother towards the generous servant's table. "Ezra knows you've had a long day, brother," she cooed, bringing him a large bowl of mashed grains, dripping in butter and flavored with local herbs. On a second plate there was a piece of cooked meat; it looked like part of a chicken, although it was a bit dry. "And a little something extra for the hero of the day," she said, laughing, as she brought over a third plate with a large, warm pastry on it.<br><br>Giving Sebastian a conspiratorial look, she let him in on a little secret. "Lily had those brought over special like from a bakery in Port-a-Lucine. Supposed to be for the upper crust only, if you catch my meaning. But I says to myself: Self! Your brother is the finest and most courageous smith in all of Dementlieu, and if he's going to 'urt himself saving those spoiled brats, then he aught to eat his just deserts with 'em too!" <br><br>She laughed as she walked slowly away from him, and threw another small piece of wood onto the cook fire. "I think I'm off to the napper. Sooo tired," she yawned again. "Our beds aren't too far from here. Just out back. But be careful when you come, 'bastian. The building's a bit ruined. Guess Lily will have you look at that on the morrow." She picked up a lantern and moved to the door; partway there, she sneaked a kiss onto Sebastian's forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 20:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2230791#msg2230791">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 14-09-2009, 04:06:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<hr><br>Are you going to be the one to clean me up?..." giggling with her newly aggressive "girlfriend."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Antoinette didn't say anything as Kolette fell back on the bed. After all, she had what she wanted. Skirts were pushed up, drawers pulled down, and it wasn't long before Kolette found her legs parted by Antoinette's small head. Under all of those garments, there was a soft lick between Kolette's thighs, followed by another, and then another after that one. Antoinette's nimble tongue slipped between lips, exploring and tasting everything, and then she began to work at bringing Kolette to an orgasm. She doubted that it would take long after their entire day of teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 20:23:32</strong>
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				[Post edited; still on day 8, will swap over to day 7 tonight]
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 21:21:34</strong>
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				[Editing location]
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 22:34:55</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<hr><br>"Whoop!" she laughed as Antoinette went under her skirts.&nbsp; She quickly got over her giggles, however, when (s)he seriously got to work.&nbsp; Cooing and gasping in appreciation and encouragement, Kolette pushed Antoinette's head down, grasping her hair, and after a minute, started arching her back, "Oh, 'Nette, oh my!"&nbsp; She stuffed half her fist between her lips to avoid crying out too loudly, but still moaned and squealed with pleasure, her thighs squeezing Antoinette's head.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 06:24:50</strong>
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				Viktor; Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br><br>Viktor's eyes widened as he stared at the girl. "Scream for help?" At this, he laughed maniacally. "Who would help you? And just what would you tell them? Who, do you suppose, would they believe - a nobleman who, this very night, was deemed a hero by all, or a mere servant? I doubt they even know your name, little girl." He stared at her with a smirk; he knew she wouldn't dare scream. "You'll do what all servants do; you'll serve." His voice became dark and chilling.<br><br>"If you want this key, you'll have to earn it." He gazed at her sternly, as he threw it across the room.&nbsp; "It's very simple. You'll leave when I'm done with you," he said as he stood up. He walked up to the girl and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, before reaching back and grabbing a handful of her dark hair. He pulled her head back forcefully, reaching down to kiss her, his tongue probing her small mouth, while his other hand reached down between her legs. She struggled, but it was in vain. His fingers pulled her panties aside, then he shoved two of them inside of her, forcing her to open up for him. "Mmmm... so I <em>am</em> your first." Viktor was quite pleased. "Don't worry. I'll make it very memorable for you."<br><br>Viktor withdrew his fingers from Kara's virgin pussy and shoved them in her mouth. "Here... let me show you what your mouth is for, girl." He pushed the girl to her knees. "Now, get me ready to fuck you, and if you don't do a good job, you'll be very... very sorry."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 01:25:09</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> I couldn't find a way to clarify without making it excruciatingly obvious, but Kara is completely older...think 19-20, but also very proper and modest, and quite innocent. Alluistras is going to wrap this up in the next post, and I'll swap us ahead to the next day.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Kara,</strong> Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br><br>Kara knew a little bit about sex; growing up as part of a large servant family, and living among and serving to the Montagues, exposed a girl to certain...things. This had happened before, with many older girls. Kara had caught one here or there, crying alone. Ashamed. She swore she would serve well, but never let herself be taken advantage of. But here it was, happening; it was her turn to be that girl.<br><br>As Viktor forced his hand under her skirts and chemise, and into her drawers, she tried to fight him back. "No, sir, please, don't do this!" she softly cried. He was just so much stronger! His fingers found the mound of her sex, and then her lips between her thighs; in moments they were inside her virgin body, forcing her open for the very first time. She could only gasp at the sudden sensation <em>there</em>, and the tiny bit of pain and discomfort she felt. "Please," she begged him again. "Please stop this."<br><br>He answered her by humiliating her...forcing her to taste herself on him. And now she was down, on her knees, before him. She had heard about these things, in midnight whispers between girls. Men sometimes put <em>their things</em> in the mouths of women. Would that happen to her. Is that what he wanted from her? She watched, with tears streaming down her eyes, as Viktor unbuttoned his trousers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 01:45:40</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Sylria]<br><br>I shift slightly as I sleep and dream, something that hasn't occurred before to my knowledge.&nbsp; My mental scrambling in my dream began with the second image, the one of the execution, if that was what it was.&nbsp; I wasn't aware that it was a dream, but my attempts to escape it grew more and more frantic, for it was something I didn't understand.&nbsp; At last I was pushing at the edges desperately, and finally my dreams and my sleep shattered, and I woke, gasping and panting in the chair.&nbsp; I felt sore, tired and confused, and after a few moments I realized what had happened.&nbsp; Dreams were...unusual among elves, as most of the time our memories surfaced instead.&nbsp; But I had few to no memories, so these dreams must have decided to fill the gap.<br><br>I shudder at the memories and look down at the book of fairytales, still open in my lap, and carefully note the page before closing it and reaching into my bag to retrieve my spellbook.&nbsp; A thin volume, no more than half an inch thick, and bound in ivory leather and silver, it looked odd.&nbsp; The lock on it had no keyhole, and I touched it and it clicked open, at which point I cleared my mind and began to read, finding the few spells I knew inside it to memorize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:35:14</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong>, Bedroom #?<br><br>Justine and Kat had finally found a bedroom.&nbsp; Justine put her suitcase down on the bed, flipping it open.&nbsp; She started to take a few things out of it, on top of the clothing though were two of her more treasured possesions.&nbsp; One was book sized, wrapped in a cloth, while the other was long, about the size of a stick.&nbsp; She took them both out, setting the book gently on her bedside table.&nbsp; The longer cloth covered item was laid under her bed.&nbsp; <br><br>As she unpacked, she couldn't help but to look back at Kat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:47:03</strong>
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				Viktor, Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Kara]<br><br>The whining and whimpering and tears was always the best part. He got off on using people, and humiliation was a sweet bonus. His cock hardened more with each noise the girl made, and as he pulled it out from his trousers, and begun stroking himself, he could think of nothing other than fucking this bitch until she lay there sobbing and broken.<br><br>He grabbed her by the hair again and pushed her head toward him, her lips touching the head of his prick. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and she reluctantly obeyed. The moment she opened her mouth, he was inside, firmly holding her head, and fucking her mouth. "Get it wet, whore... That's right," he said in a hoarse tone. A few minutes of that is all that was needed; that was only the appetizer, he didn't want to be done before the main course.<br><br>Viktor drug the girl over to the chair he had previously been sitting in, and bent her over the back side of it, tugging and tearing at her undergarments as he pulled them down and out of the way. His fingers again blazed a trail as the struggling girl lay there, helplessly. His cock soon replaced fingers, rubbing up and down her slit, then with one quick thrust, he was inside her. He stopped and waited for the inevitable gasp they all made when the length of him was fully inside. He covered her mouth, and she cried out into it, as he began to fuck her fast and hard, not giving her body any time at all to adjust to being violated. It didn't take much of this, however, to bring Viktor to orgasm; it had been too long since he was with a woman. With just a few more quick jerky thrusts, Viktor shuddered and stopped, slumping over Kara. <br><br>With a sigh, he said in a somewhat shaky voice, "Now. Get out." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:52:30</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Everyone has the same dream, although they wouldn't know that immediately unless it somehow comes up in conversation. Feel free to add one more post to last night's action, and then move on to today's action. If you plan on being very slow over the next few days (3-4ish for the action in Day 7) please just give us an overview of what your character does for that day in a single post. Things will gradually get more frantic and hectic, especially between Days 4 &amp; 1, so right now you just miss out on some snooping and investigating...and some creepy play.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Day Seven</span><br><br>Everyone found their rooms, bathed if they wished to, and fell into a restless sleep wherever they drifted off to sleep. While the night felt long and heavy, each and every soul in Avonleigh was plagued by the same restless imagery in their sleep. Dreams varied in exact composition, but several key images remained the same. <br><br>First, there was the crying girl. It was difficult to know exactly what was around her because everything seemed so dark. But there were intense feelings of loneliness...sadness...and hunger. <br><br>The second image was particularly gruesome; a peasant was being strung up, with torches blazing all around. The most memorable aspect of this particular dream segment was the man's face as they pulled him up over a thick branch, letting him dangle and flail about helplessly.<br><br>The final image was the least dreadful of the three, but for some reason it repeated most often and seemed to hold a great deal of importance in the restless night. A man, walks into a powder room. A woman sits before a mirror, and they each look at each other with love in their eyes. Over and over the scene plays out, mixed in with the others, and with other random dreams that seem to have no relevance to these three images.<br><br>Once the new day dawns, the house comes alive. Frederick has called a hunt for all the men and ladyfolk who are interested in coming. Also, the sound of sheep can be heard outside. From the cacophony of bleating, it must be quite a large herd of sheep at that. The house itself waits to be explored, including the grounds. For the servants, there is always work to get to.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 03:10:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley asleep in bedroom 2</strong></span><br>&nbsp;<br>The child's eyes delved into Ashley's soul and judged her wanting.&nbsp; She, the waif of a child had been calling out her hunger, her fear, and shes oh so lonesome.&nbsp; Ashley ran the halls of Avonleigh trying to catch the child to comfort her, but every time she got close, the child would be gone, leaving Ashley empty armed and in tears.&nbsp; Then the scene would shift and a beautiful woman would be at her toilet seated in front of an ornate mirror.&nbsp; A richly dressed gentleman would be staring into her eyes, and the love that glowed between them was palpable.&nbsp; That image would blink out only for the child to appear and the calls to start again.&nbsp; No matter how exhausted Ashley felt, she was compelled to follow the cries.&nbsp; Finally, Ashley arrived in the attic, and hearing 'so hungry... please' wailed out from behind&nbsp; two dusty tattered curtains hanging from a frayed rope.&nbsp; A part of Ashley's mind wanted to shout, 'Don't do it' to herself.&nbsp; One trembling hand reached to move the curtains; they disintegrated in her hands.&nbsp; A scream tore from Ashley's throat when behind the curtain she saw the huge ornate mirror that belonged to the beautiful lady, and reflected in that mirror was an image of a peasant being hanged about the neck, and reflected in the eyes of the peasant was the child she had been chasing all night, and reflected in the eyes of the child was Ashley's own horrified face.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley sprung forward in the bed.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure it would escape the confines of her chest.&nbsp; She had seen many images in her visions, but nothing....nothing... she had no words.<br>&nbsp;<br>Too rattled to go back to sleep, she slid from the bed, and dressed quickly.&nbsp; Not wanting to disturb anyone, Ashley slipped from the bedroom and down the hall to the library, hoping to find something on the history of Avonleigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 07:35:28</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.alchemicalwedding.com/arserotica/galleryfour/yeagle/Yeagle%2007.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<hr><br>Kolette woke up quite sleepy and rumpled.&nbsp; She was quite busy last night, and that strange dream certainly didn't help what rest she got.&nbsp; Trying to shake it off, she got cleaned up and dressed for the hunt.&nbsp; She wasn't a particularly skilled tracker, but she knew how to use a bow, and had bagged a few deer in her day.&nbsp; Granted, sometimes it took some help actually finding the game, but she often took it down in one shot.<br><br>Lacing up her riding boots and putting on a wide hat, she called to Antoinette while primping in the mirror, "'Nette dear, are you going out on the hunt?&nbsp; I'm looking forward to streching my legs a bit and seeing more of the grounds."<br><br>Afterwards, she goes down to join the hunting party, eating a light breakfast of toast, egg, and tea.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:09:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Looking up from the spellbook as another enters the library.&nbsp; She watches the newcomer for a few moments before carefully closing her spellbook and locking it.&nbsp; She'd managed to memorize a few spells, and had been trying to decipher a couple of others, but that could wait.&nbsp; She put the book away and picked up the book of fairytales.&nbsp; After a moment of consideration, she asked the newcomer. "Pardon me, but do you need something?&nbsp; I spent much of last night looking around, so I may be able to help find things for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:25:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Ashley and Sylria in the library</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley, started to hear someone speaking, jumped at the sound of the elf maiden's voice. <br>"Oh, beg parden, I didn't realize someone was in here." She stammered, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.<br>&nbsp;<br>Remembering her manners, Ashley crossed over to the beautiful and mysterious person across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bowing her head, she stated, "As we have no one to formally introduce us, It seems silly to stand on ceremony. I am Lady Ashley Browly.&nbsp; Please, call me Ashley."&nbsp; Ashley gave the elf a warm, friendly smile.<br>&nbsp;<br>"And yes, you can help me.&nbsp; That would be wonderful, thank you.&nbsp; I had the most horrid dream about Avonleigh."&nbsp; A shudder passed through her as she spoke.&nbsp; "Have you seen any books regarding Avonleigh's history in your searching?"<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:52:38</strong>
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				<strong>Syrlia</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>I get up, carefully setting the book aside and smiling at the newcomer.&nbsp; Bowing my head slightly, I speak to the young lady. "I am Syrlia, so far as I know.&nbsp; I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Ashley.&nbsp; I'm afraid that I don't remember books specifically about...Avonleigh, but I found a history book that I was looking through.&nbsp; Unfortunately, nothing in it is familiar to me.&nbsp; But perhaps you might get more out of it."<br><br>Picking up the history book, I extend it toward Ashley, willing to help, even if I didn't know her well.&nbsp; Her mention of a dream was odd, though.&nbsp; But I wasn't going to open up about that just yet, not unless there was a reason to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:20:30</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong> Dining Room<br><br>Justine got up, the dream still dancing around inside of her head.&nbsp; She got dressed and went down to the dining room for breakfast.&nbsp; She took a light breakfast with a cup of chocolate to calm herself.&nbsp; Something was weird about this place.&nbsp; She decided that today she would explore the place from top to bottom, perhaps there was something interesting inside the house.&nbsp; Or an idea what was wrong with it.&nbsp; In some ways it reminded her of the dungeons from the fairytales she so often read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 21:55:50</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> this knowledge is for Ashley only. It was in the history book she read!<br><br><hr><br>The book is ancient, and talks about the history of Dementlieu. Though you might read it from cover to cover, hoping for a mention of the Avonleigh estate, there is nothing about it inside. From what you can tell, it describes Dementlieu long, long ago, for it speaks of neighboring kingdoms with far different names, characteristics and personalities. Directly to the east of Dementlieu, for instance, there is supposedly a kingdom called Myrnia, where philosopher priests spread the light of a god they call Bryshna. To your knowledge, there is no such place remotely near Dementlieu, and you have never heard of the god either. <br><br>Either the book is full of lies, or it describes a very distant history. Funny, it doesn't look that old, however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2247425#msg2247425">Quote from: Myrleena on 18-09-2009, 23:52:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Syrlia</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>Picking up the history book, I extend it toward Ashley, willing to help, even if I didn't know her well.&nbsp; Her mention of a dream was odd, though.&nbsp; But I wasn't going to open up about that just yet, not unless there was a reason to do so.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The two women, one elf and one human, exchange a few words with each other. There is an odd feeling in the air, however. Is there something there, between them? Animosity, the potential for friendship, some sort of recognition? It's odd, but they each feel it in some unique way. Sylria feels something a bit wet on her lap, and there's a giggle in the air...light, faint, hard to hear. Ashley can see what looks to be finger paint on the spine of another book in Sylria's lap. The paint seems to be spelling out letters. J-U-S-T-I<br><br>The letters begin to well up, overflowing. That's when Ashley realizes that it wasn't finger paint at all on the spine of that book. It was blood, written in the trademark fashion of a child...and now that bloody wetness is spreading, dripping from the book all over Sylria's lap!
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2245746#msg2245746">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 18-09-2009, 07:35:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, Bedroom #4 [Antoinette &amp; Kolette]<br><br>Lacing up her riding boots and putting on a wide hat, she called to Antoinette while primping in the mirror, "'Nette dear, are you going out on the hunt?&nbsp; I'm looking forward to streching my legs a bit and seeing more of the grounds."<br><br>Afterwards, she goes down to join the hunting party, eating a light breakfast of toast, egg, and tea.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Antoine came from behind a wooden screen, in fine britches with a lovely white silk shirt on above them. The beautiful boy nodded. "Yeah, why don't you go down and I'll catch up with you, darling." It was so odd, the way he changed personalities with his garb. The perfect lady and the dashing, pretty boy. Each acted differently. Each behaved differently. <br><br>Antoine strode over to to Kolette before she left, and kissed her on the cheek. "You look beautiful, my love," he murmured, before turning to a mirror to preen himself. "Save me one of those lovely sweet rolls the servant cook makes, if you would. Those are delicious," he added, with a very pretty and androgynous giggle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:09:06</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Sylria]<br><br>The feeling in the air makes me look around in confusion, wondering just what was going on.&nbsp; But then I feel something wet in my lap, and look down.&nbsp; And there, dripping from the book in my lap was blood!&nbsp; I get up with a cry of surprise, jerking the book out of my lap and stepping away from my chair.&nbsp; Like everything, the blood would just flow off the dress, but it was still shocking, and I stare at the book in surprise, trying to figure out what had just happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 22:19:29</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The sounds of bleating come from a herd of sheep in the front yard of Avonleigh. There must be nearly a hundred of them. Some of the servants are speaking with an older, male shepard, and Frederick Martin is outside as well. Inside, the grand breakfast is almost wrapping up. Most of the characters are inside eating at the moment.<br><br><hr><br>The breakfast was wonderful. Lily's servants were trained to meet her needs for extravagance, and the morning's feast clearly supported that fact. Sweet rolls, smoked hams, pastries from Port-a-Lucine; sweet grain porridge, fresh fruit, and very perishable berries; all of this and more graced the table, and it was brought in slowly, over time, like a multiple course meal. Various personalities chittered and chattered, and it was clear than much of the household would be joining in for Frederick Martin's hunt. Some of the men were going on about how nice it would be to have some fresh, wild meat.<br><br>Outside, the sound of bleating grew more and more intense. Those near one of the house's fine windows caught sight of sheep outside, in the front yard of Avonleigh. The noise grew more and more bothersome over time, however, and it threatened to ruin the good mood of the morning.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:05:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Ashley and Sylria in the Library</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley bemused, takes the history book from Sylria with a nod of thanks.&nbsp; She feels an odd closeness to the young elf.&nbsp; 'The elf has a strange sense of loss emanating from her and she spoke of knowing just her name, mayhap a shared loss, her her past, and me my mother join us somehow.' Ashley rationalized to herself. </span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Giving the tome a quick read, Ashley is dismayed to find that there is no history of Avonleigh, but curiously, there is and odd history of Dementlieu.&nbsp; A puzzled look crossed Ashley's face and she turns to her companion, "Sylria, this is curious.&nbsp; The book mentions this about Dementlieu, Directly to the east of Dementlieu [there is] a kingdom called Myrnia, where philosopher priests spread the light of a god they call Bryshna.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have never heard of such a kingdom, nor of their god. Tutor made sure that a thorough history of our wonderful lands was exhaustively covered."&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley raised her eyes from the book when she received no answer,&nbsp; It is then that she sees the bloody letters form in the binding of the book on Sylria's lap. </span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley's breath catches in her throat, and she points to the book.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">When Sylria jumps from the chair, Ashley stares first at her and then at the book.</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Something is definitely wrong in this house, and I am tired of being frightened witless." Ashley barks out as she stamps her foot.&nbsp; "I won't hide, helpless to act."</span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Facing Sylria, Ashley asks, "Do you think it was spelling out Justine?&nbsp; Should we go find her just in case?"</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:20:25</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Bedroom [Madie], Dining Room [Justine]<br><br>Kat woke with a bleary blinking groan at the light coming in through the open curtains. Clearly the ride here, and the stress of the battle half way, had taken more out of her than she had thought- she couldn't remember anything after she and Justine had made their way up to the room. <em>Damn it,</em> she thought to herself, <em>that's one night wasted.</em> Then the memory of the dreams surfaced, and she groaned again. Unpleasant dreams were nothing new to her, but she didn't like them. And these had kept her sleep from being the rest she'd clearly needed: annoying!<br><br>The bleating of the sheep outside, and the bright sun streaming in through the window, made it clear she would have no further rest this morning. Grumbling to herself, she pulled herself up out of bed to find that her restorative tea had been prepared by the maid already. She felt more alert and energetic after a couple of gulps of the bitter brew, and called Madie in to help her dress. Justine's bed was already empty, clearly the other girl was an earlier riser than Kat.<br><br>As she headed down the stairs to fetch some breakfast, she past others preparing to ride out on a hunt. Kat was not in the mood today; let the gentlemen have their fun, she would explore the building and when the hunt returned, she would be there to congratulate those that did well, or commiserate those who fared poorly - whichever seemed most fun!<br><br>The fine breakfast set in the dining hall did a little to brighten her mood, though a headache threatened from the infernal noise of those sheep. She put her best face on it, though, greeting those other guests who took their places at table - especially Justine, as Kat had perhaps been less than polite, falling asleep without so much as a 'goodnight' after they settled in their room. She would not wish to give offence by <em>accident</em>, after all.<br><br>"Good morning, my dear," she greeted the other, "I do hope you slept well? I was, I fear, too fatigued to converse much last night - I hope you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:06:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2254649#msg2254649">Quote from: Chelemar on 21-09-2009, 00:05:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Ashley and Sylria in the Library</span><br><br>Ashley bemused, takes the history book from Sylria with a nod of thanks.&nbsp; She feels an odd closeness to the young elf.&nbsp; 'The elf has a strange sense of loss emanating from her and she spoke of knowing just her name, mayhap a shared loss, her her past, and me my mother join us somehow.' Ashley rationalized to herself.<br>Giving the tome a quick read, Ashley is dismayed to find that there is no history of Avonleigh, but curiously, there is and odd history of Dementlieu.&nbsp; A puzzled look crossed Ashley's face and she turns to her companion, "Sylria, this is curious.&nbsp; The book mentions this about Dementlieu, Directly to the east of Dementlieu [there is] a kingdom called Myrnia, where philosopher priests spread the light of a god they call Bryshna.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have never heard of such a kingdom, nor of their god. Tutor made sure that a thorough history of our wonderful lands was exhaustively covered."<br>Ashley raised her eyes from the book when she received no answer,&nbsp; It is then that she sees the bloody letters form in the binding of the book on Sylria's lap.<br>Ashley's breath catches in her throat, and she points to the book.<br>When Sylria jumps from the chair, Ashley stares first at her and then at the book.<br>"Something is definitely wrong in this house, and I am tired of being frightened witless." Ashley barks out as she stamps her foot.&nbsp; "I won't hide, helpless to act."<br>Facing Sylria, Ashley asks, "Do you think it was spelling out Justine?&nbsp; Should we go find her just in case?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Sylria]<br><br>When Ashley speaks about the history of Dementlieu, I barely even notice.&nbsp; The blood is more concerning to me, and I glance at her, speaking a bit dryly. "I hardly know anything, especially about Dementlieu.&nbsp; I first heard the name yesterday, in fact.&nbsp; And as for the house, I have noticed a number of oddities so far.&nbsp; This just...makes it even more concerning.&nbsp; Why did this happen?&nbsp; How?&nbsp; I am not certain myself, but I certainly aim to find out.&nbsp; And I don't know Justine, but the question is, why would it be her name?&nbsp; It could easily be something else, though I do not know what."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:44:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Ashley and Sylria in the Library</span></span><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When Ashley speaks about the history of Dementlieu, I barely even notice.&nbsp; The blood is more concerning to me, and I glance at her, speaking a bit dryly. "I hardly know anything, especially about Dementlieu.&nbsp; I first heard the name yesterday, in fact.&nbsp; And as for the house, I have noticed a number of oddities so far.&nbsp; This just...makes it even more concerning.&nbsp; Why did this happen?&nbsp; How?&nbsp; I am not certain myself, but I certainly aim to find out.&nbsp; And I don't know Justine, but the question is, why would it be her name?&nbsp; It could easily be something else, though I do not know what."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>"Yes of course, how boorish of me." Ashley amends.&nbsp; How could you know Justine, you just joined our party.&nbsp; I am afraid the events have rattled my reasoning."&nbsp; Taking a deep breath Ashley explains, "Justine is a young woman who traveled with us to Avonleigh.&nbsp; She is here at present.&nbsp; While I do agree the message could have been anything, I too know not what."<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley begins to pace and mumble to herself, "It's just that Justine's name came so readily to me, as though... well that ... that... something else were finishing my thoughts."<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley stops pacing and straightens her gown.&nbsp; Fixing Sylria with a determined look she reasons, "I have no explanation to give you other than I would like to check on Justine.&nbsp; That the letters go so far as spelling J.U.S.T.I. on the bridge of the book is sufficiently concerning for me to check her welfare.&nbsp; It could have been spelling Just In Time, or Justin, or Just I."&nbsp; Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ashley cajoled, "I cant check on any of the others, but I can on my friend Justine.&nbsp; Should she be fine, then we can be off to break our fast, and you can share room 2 for a rest and bath if you desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are you with me?"&nbsp; Ashley extended a gloved hand to Sylria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:08:41</strong>
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				<strong>Syrlia</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>I watch Ashley, a thread of amusement trailing through me in spite of the situation.&nbsp; The girl was...odd to say the least.&nbsp; I file away the name of the other girl and some of the situation, though I don't have any more of an idea than she has.&nbsp; When she stops, I tap the book and raise an eyebrow as I reply. "If there is information to be had, I suspect that some of it is in this book, considering what just happened.&nbsp; I personally intend to read it before eating breakfast, although a bath would be nice.&nbsp; I would be willing to check on Justine with you, if you insist that I come along, however."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:29:52</strong>
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				Ashley thinks a moment. Then grinning at Sylria, proposes, "How about, we order breakfast sent to our room along with bath water for you.&nbsp; And while you bathe and read, I will check Justine's room.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she is not there, then I will rejoin you in bedroom 2, and armed with what knowledge you have gleaned from the book, we can widen our search area, yes?"<br>Ashley set hopeful eyes on what she hoped was her new friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 08:06:48</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>I watch her, and when she speaks ponder the subject for a moment before shrugging. "I suppose that would make enough sense.&nbsp; I don't know how much we'll be able to find, but I'm more than willing to do so.&nbsp; Shall we, then, Lady Ashley?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:37:47</strong>
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				Ashley leaves Sylria to her bath, and goes on to search for Justine.&nbsp; She knocks, but receiving no answer, peers into the darkened room.&nbsp; "Hello?"&nbsp; Tiptoeing in a bit further, she called out again, "Hello? Justine, are you here?"&nbsp; Realizing now that the bed is not only empty but completely made, she quickly leaves the way she came.&nbsp; 'She may have gone to breakfast, or possible on the hunt.'&nbsp; <br>Shrugging, she turns back toward bedroom 2, but not wanting to embarrass Sylria in her bath stops outside the door and knocks, "Sylria, tis me, Ashley.&nbsp; Justine has quit her room.&nbsp; If you are almost through, I will wait for you here and accompany you to where you would like to go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:50:57</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Imogene &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>I step into the bedroom with some trepidation, looking around for a moment while waiting for the servants to bring up water.&nbsp; But then I see a rather...distinct lump in the bed, and blush a bit.&nbsp; I bow my head, and speak to the lump. "My pardons, I didn't realize that there were others in the room.&nbsp; Lady Ashley suggested that I take a bath and rest here, but I hope that I'm not intruding."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:09:53</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene &amp; Syrlia]<br><br>Imogene, of course, was still in bed, having fallen ill for a few days after the incident with the bathtub. She still had the rusty key sitting on the bedside table, and she made a mental note in the back of her head to explore the mansion more later, perhaps it lead to something interesting, though she wasn't keeping her hopes up.<br><br>Of course, she didn't exactly have anymore hopes. She'd given up on Ivy, and since Ashley didn't seem to be interested in her at the moment, her confidence was limited.&nbsp; Blinking slightly as the door opened, she looked up, her nose still red from rubbing it so much, and light shadows under her eyes.<br><br>"No, don't worry about it," she said, and her voice sounded slightly distant and a bit cold, though it seemed most of the illness had gone away. "You won't be in the way. I'll probably just be sleeping here, I won't intrude upon your privacy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:33:06</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Imogene &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I blink at her for a moment and bow my head slightly. "I apologize for intruding, Lady Imogene.&nbsp; Even if she did offer, I was not aware there was anyone in here.&nbsp; But I will try not to disturb you."<br><br>I carefully sit in a chair and wait until the water is heated and brought up, tugging at my clothing a few times as I read more of the tales in the book.&nbsp; I read carefully, making certain to look for any oddities in the book.&nbsp; But eventually the bathwater would be finally brought in, and I thank the maids for their service and begin stripping off my clothing, not caring whom might be watching me.&nbsp; I had no clothing on under my white dress, and take off my locket as well before sliding into the warm water with a sigh, and begin washing myself sedately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:06:58</strong>
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				Hearing Ashley and Imogene talking, Ashley enters the room.&nbsp; "Imogene dear, I am happy to see you are awake.&nbsp; You fell asleep so suddenly.&nbsp; But I heard you say you were ill for days.&nbsp; Silly!&nbsp; We just arrived at Avonleigh last night."&nbsp; Ashley pursed her lips, "How dreadful that you were so ill that it felt like days!" Mewing at her stricken friend she inquires, "I do hope you are feeling better!"&nbsp; She sits next to Imogene on the bed, keeping her back to the now bathing Sylria.&nbsp; Clearing her throat she squeaks, "Excuse me Sylria, but I have some undergarments you may have if you wish."&nbsp; A scarlet blush steaks from her very toes to the top of her head. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:44:50</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong> [Dining Room]<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good morning, my dear," she greeted the other, "I do hope you slept well? I was, I fear, too fatigued to converse much last night - I hope you understand?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Justine looked up from her cup of chocolate as Kat came down.&nbsp; She smiled and nodded.&nbsp; "Good morning.&nbsp; I did, you seem to have slept quiet well.&nbsp; I fully understand, those carriage journeys can be tough.&nbsp; What are your plans for today?"&nbsp; She asked sheepishy.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:58:08</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Dining Room [Justine]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2262939#msg2262939">Quote from: Queentrippingserpent on 23-09-2009, 00:44:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good morning.&nbsp; I did, you seem to have slept quiet well.&nbsp; I fully understand, those carriage journeys can be tough.&nbsp; What are your plans for today?"&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kat took a cup of chocolate for herself, and slipped into a seat near Justine, sipping her drink. "Ah, I hear the men folk, and a few of our fairer sex, are to go hunting today, but that is no entertainment for me I think. No, I had a thought to see just what this house is made of - to explore and see if there are any secrets to be found."<br><br>She smiled at that; there was no telling what might be here, and even a secret little nook could be put to good use.<br><br>"And you, dear lady? Have you plans of your own, or would you care to join me on my explorations?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 01:58:21</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, &amp; Sylria]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2262831#msg2262831">Quote from: Chelemar on 23-09-2009, 00:06:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hearing Ashley and Imogene talking, Ashley enters the room.&nbsp; "Imogene dear, I am happy to see you are awake.&nbsp; You fell asleep so suddenly.&nbsp; But I heard you say you were ill for days.&nbsp; Silly!&nbsp; We just arrived at Avonleigh last night."&nbsp; Ashley pursed her lips, "How dreadful that you were so ill that it felt like days!" Mewing at her stricken friend she inquires, "I do hope you are feeling better!"&nbsp; She sits next to Imogene on the bed, keeping her back to the now bathing Sylria.&nbsp; Clearing her throat she squeaks, "Excuse me Sylria, but I have some undergarments you may have if you wish."&nbsp; A scarlet blush steaks from her very toes to the top of her head. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I look up, listening to the others, and when Ashley speaks, I shrug. "If it would make you feel better, I can wear them, Lady Ashley.&nbsp; Everything I own is in the chair, so I don't have anything else to wear.&nbsp; Fortunately, my dress repairs itself and refuses to stain, so I have no need for many changes of dress.&nbsp; Of course, the fact that I am not particular as to my dress influences that somewhat.&nbsp; I feel much...safer here, I suppose."<br><br>Using some of the soap, I continue bathing, though I pull slightly lower when it becomes apparent that I'm making Ashley uncomfortable.&nbsp; I could only wonder why, really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 21:27:24</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong>, Dining Room [Kat]<br><br>Justine nodded as she looked up at Kat.&nbsp; "I was considering doing the same thing.&nbsp; Perhaps we can explore together and see what this house has to offer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 00:42:29</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Dining Room [Justine]<br><br>Kay put down her cup, meeting Justine's gaze as the other spoke.<br><br>"That would be delightful!" She clapped her hands at the idea. "So, where should we start, my dear? From the bottom of this place, or the top?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:15:57</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.laracorsets.com/images/Millinery_by_LaraCorsets/2004.11-1886-hat-02.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Dining Room [Kolette, Katrina, Justine]<hr><br>Listening to them make plans, Kolette finished gathering a few sweet buns for Antoine, and for herself later on the hunt.&nbsp; "Well, you ladies have fun.&nbsp; I'm going out with the rest on the hunt.&nbsp; I've been sitting around far too long, and have need to stretch my legs and see the estate."&nbsp; After a particularly loud bleating outside, "...And see what they're doing to those poor animals out there!&nbsp; My goodness, you'd think they were being slaughtered right outside the window by the noise they're making," she laughed.<br><br>With a wave, she put on her riding hat and walked outside to meet the hunting party.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:23:30</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Dining Room [Kolette, Justine]<br><br>She grinned and waved at the departing Kolette. "I am certain we'll enjoy ourselves - you enjoy your hunt! I do hope you'll leave some for the gentlemen, or they'll be sorely disappointed."<br><br>At the mention of the noise outside, though, she grimaced. "And I do wonder whatever is happening to those sheep. Can't something be done about the racket? I shall be forever grateful if you can find a way to shut them up, they are threatening to give me a head-ache."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:00:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7946/marcusdupont.jpg)</div><strong>Marcus Dupont</strong>, Outside Avonleigh Manor [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, and various servants]<br><br>Outside of Avonleigh Manor, both the elder and younger Duponts, as well as Frederick Martin, stood speaking with a gruff and elderly man. All around were sheep. Dozens leading into hundreds of of herd animals grazed the front lawn; another figure, smaller and feminine, stood further away amongst the beasts.<br><br>"My lord will flay my 'ide if I sell 'is beasts for less that seven gold libers each," the older man said, shaking his head. "Neighbors or not, I'd be in a great bit o' trouble when it came to reckoning time, if I was short three beasts without the right number of libers to pass along to 'im." <br><br>The men were apparently negotiating the purchase of some fresh mutton for the household. Out by the carriage house, there was more activity. Servants were leading horses from their stalls, and a pair carried one large and gilded, green chest. The sound of bleating continued to cloud the morning air, making it hard to talk, much less think.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:21:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>The bedroom door opened, and a fourth girl let herself into the smallish room. "Oh my gosh, Lily has outdone herself this time. These pastries from Port-a-Lucine are so delicious!" She smiled as she saw Sylria, her closed mouth filled with sugary food. Some chewing later, after a big gulp, she finally said, "Hi there! Sylria, right? Lily told me all about you! Supposedly you're a long lost relative." She giggled there, not seeming to care or notice that the elven woman was currently mid-bath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:32:11</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Imogene looked up as Ivy came into the room, and her heart promptly skipped a beat. She swallowed heavily, she wasn't about to let those feelings pent up inside her again. So she simply remained silent as she looked toward Ashley, trying to mentally tell her that she had something to discuss with her, that she had a suspicious, ominous feeling about the rusty key, and the thing that had dragged her into the bath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:37:01</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I blink in surprised by yet another newcomer coming into the room.&nbsp; I smile back at the enthusiastic newcomer, though I was a touch confused by these young ladies.&nbsp; They all seemed so...unrealistic.&nbsp; It was like they didn't have a care in the world.&nbsp; Shaking my head as I bathed, I speak, a little more dryly, my tones relaxing slightly. "Well, Miss Ivy, that is an...interesting prospect at best.&nbsp; I'm an elf, and pure-blooded at that.&nbsp; I have sincere doubts that I'm related to your family, but I'm not going to make light of your family's hospitality.&nbsp; I doubt I would be alive without your intervention.&nbsp; If there is any way I can help, just ask me.&nbsp; I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do my best to help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 10:15:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Ivy shook her head, giggling. "No, I believe you. My sister's completely crazy sometimes, but it's probably best for all of us if you at least try to play along. Lily...well, she likes to get what she wants. And it can't hurt if she decides you're a Montague. I mean, that would mean you'd be well taken care of for as long as you interest her."<br><br>Ivy turns to Ashley, and gives her a questioning look. "Is Imogene okay? Imogene?" she asks now, crawling into the bed with Imogene, and peeking under the covers. "Get up, sleepyhead!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 14:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong> Dinging Room [Kat, Kolette]<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kay put down her cup, meeting Justine's gaze as the other spoke.<br><br>"That would be delightful!" She clapped her hands at the idea. "So, where should we start, my dear? From the bottom of this place, or the top</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She met Kat's gaze then blushed and quickly looked away.&nbsp; "Let's start from the top and work our way down."&nbsp; She smiled at Kolette, nodding.&nbsp; "Enjoy yourself out there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 17:58:08</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Dining Room [Kolette, Justine]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2272388#msg2272388">Quote from: Queentrippingserpent on 25-09-2009, 14:35:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She met Kat's gaze then blushed and quickly looked away.&nbsp; "Let's start from the top and work our way down."&nbsp; She smiled at Kolette, nodding.&nbsp; "Enjoy yourself out there."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Excellent!" Kat's smile was wide. "When we have broken our fast, then, let us head to the top of the house - and see what lies in store for us there."<br><br>She turned her attention to finishing the rather excellent meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 19:30:11</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Imogene blinked lightly as Ivy crawled into the bed, and she turned to look at her, rubbing her eyes.<br><br>"Whaa...?" she asked, her voice sounding distant and exhausted. She would much rather go back to sleep, but the whole of her illness seemed to be mild now, her fever was growing cooler. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 20:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>"What happened to you? Are you not feeling well," she murmured to Imogene. Looking around the room, she slipped beneath the covers, and pulled them up high so that Imogene's lump-beneath-the-bed was expanded by roughly the size of her small body. There, beneath the thick, warm covers, she gazed into Imogene's eyes. <br><br>"Are you just pretending?" she accused with a giggle, tickling her friend. "You are!" she said, in mock amazement, her mouth wide with alarm. "Am I really that dreadful that you'd hide from me in bed, beneath the covers, telling everyone that you're sick." She shook her head, not making eye contact with Imogene. "Tsk, tsk. Now my feelings are doubly hurt. You can't ever make this up to me, I'm afraid. Not ever. Never, ever. Nope. Nuh uh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 20:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Bella</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>The door immediately opened, and Bella peeked in. "What is this? Some sort of party you girls are having?" She clapped her hands quickly. "Come on, Lily wants you all to join us on the hunt. Not that I can imagine you lot with guns in your hands," she laughed, and then added, "But you know your sis, Ivy...where are you?" She peeked around for the younger Montague girl, and then shook her head.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm sure you girls can play in the woods or something. Just please come. Lily gets so distressed when things don't go according to plan. She really wants this trip to be special, so make my life easier and cooperate!" She smiles again, a big, broad Bella smile. "Oh, Sylria! And if you would join us as well. Lily can't stop talking about you. I'm sure she'd love to have you ride with us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 20:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun]<br><br>The dashing young man, far prettier than handsome, slipped from the wide doors of Avonleigh with a giggle. "I'm so looking forward to the hunt! But what are all these dreadful beasts doing in the front lawn," he waved his hand dismissively at the sheep. When one got too close, he kicked at it, more for show than effect. "Shoo! Shoo, you filthy animal!" he yelled, trying to encourage a smelly ram to move elsewhere.<br><br>"Oh, Kolette, my darling," he said, prancing up beside her and placing a petite kiss on her cheek. "Do you have my sweet buns?" he asked, with a naughty, little giggle. "I am so hungry after that long night of..umm," and here he giggled, "well, that long, long restful sleep, of course." He yawned, waving a hand briskly at his lips.<br><br>"So we're going riding today, hmm? I hope I get to ride a stallion." Antoine slipped his hand into Kolette's, their fingers mixing and interlacing. "No offense, of course, dear. I just think I've had plenty of mares, with the carriage ride and all. You absolutely must agree with me! A little stallion here and there is always refreshing." He giggled again. "Hey, if there's only one, we could always share!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 20:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/9404/thomasmadie.jpg)</div><strong>Maddie Thomas</strong>, Dining Room [Justine Sade, Katrina d'Errineiu, and others]<br><br>The young, brunette woman came forward quietly. She was almost like a ghost around her mistress. Always available the moment Lady Kat needed anything; invisible at all other times. "Miss Katrina," she said, her voice meek and humble. "Would you like for me to accompany you today, as you explore the house? In case you need anything, I mean," she added, bowing her head respectfully.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 21:33:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2276929#msg2276929">Quote from: Faeylin on 26-09-2009, 20:21:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5950/bellalavoreauxsmall.jpg)</div><strong>Bella</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>The door immediately opened, and Bella peeked in. "What is this? Some sort of party you girls are having?" She clapped her hands quickly. "Come on, Lily wants you all to join us on the hunt. Not that I can imagine you lot with guns in your hands," she laughed, and then added, "But you know your sis, Ivy...where are you?" She peeked around for the younger Montague girl, and then shook her head.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm sure you girls can play in the woods or something. Just please come. Lily gets so distressed when things don't go according to plan. She really wants this trip to be special, so make my life easier and cooperate!" She smiles again, a big, broad Bella smile. "Oh, Sylria! And if you would join us as well. Lily can't stop talking about you. I'm sure she'd love to have you ride with us."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I look up at...Bella, that was her name.&nbsp; Shaking my head a little, I dunked my head and quickly began washing my hair.&nbsp; Listening to what she said, I replied as I finished up with my hair. "Well, I <em>had</em> been planning to look at a few books and then explore the house and library some more, but if you insist, I will come, Lady Bella.&nbsp; What exactly is going to be happening on this hunt?"<br><br>I get out of the bath after a few moments more and take a towel to start drying off, wondering what we were actually going to end up doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 21:57:59</strong>
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				Ashley gave dear Ivy a peck on the cheek and hug when she entered the room, then moved to the other chair in the room.&nbsp; "Good morning sweet Ivy.&nbsp; I hope you slept well."&nbsp; Turning her attention back to Sylria for a moment, she answered,"I offered the undergarments only for your comfort. If you are fine without them..."&nbsp; Ashley left off there and gave a little shrug and a&nbsp; wry smile.&nbsp; <br>She sat watching the play between Genie and Ivy and wondered at Imogene's mood.&nbsp; Her young friend seemed subdued and something was definitely bothering her.&nbsp; Ashley was contemplating this when Bella came into the room.&nbsp; <br>'Oh I do so detest the hunt.'&nbsp; Ashley's tried to hide her dismay.&nbsp; She had hoped to avoid it, but if Lily sent Bella after them, there was no chance of escaping it.&nbsp; <br>With a resigned sigh, she forced a smile, "Yes, I will change into my riding clothes, and be along with the others."<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 06:16:10</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Imogene finally rolled over to look at Ivy as she asked what was wrong with her, and she rubbed her eyes. "I'm...not feeling too well, no," she finally said, her voice still slightly distant. But she knew she wouldn't be in a bad mood for much longer. Ivy always seemed to channel positive energy through her, no matter what terrible mood she was in.<br><br>After squirming around, giggling when Ivy was tickling her, she blinked in confusion at her, frowning slightly. Imogene knew that Ivy was probably playing with her, but still, she was sensitive.<br><br>"Oh, come on," she said pleadingly. "I was sick!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:10:00</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong> Dining Room<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Excellent!" Kat's smile was wide. "When we have broken our fast, then, let us head to the top of the house - and see what lies in store for us there."<br><br>She turned her attention to finishing the rather excellent meal.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She finished her meal, wiping her lips with her napkin then gently pushed herself away from the table.&nbsp; She waited until Kat was done then smiled.&nbsp; "Are you about ready?"&nbsp; She asked politly.&nbsp; She had to admit that secretly she was both nervous and excited about being alone in this house with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 17:11:51</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Dining Room [Justine, Maddie]<br><br>Meeting Justine's smile with one of her own, friendly and oh-so-slightly predatory, Kat stood up. <br><br>"I do believe so! Come, let us upstairs and see what secrets the attic holds for us..."<br><br>She paused a moment at that, realising she had not seen a way up beyond the second floor in this building. A frown crossed her face - there must, surely be a way up, but where? - and then Maddie came to her rescue.<br><br>"Miss Katrina, there is a staircase from the kitchen that I believe goes up to the attic. I am sorry, but the stairs are blocked by furniture at present." The girl had made an effort to find out the layout of the house, as she could never be sure when her Lady would need such knowledge. Kat acknowledged Maddie's aid with a gesture and no more, but her smile towards Justine brightened.<br><br>"Well! At least we know we will be the first up there, my dear," she said, taking Justine's arm and walking kitchen-wards. "Let us see if we can find some strong servants to move this blockage, and explore!"<br><br>In truth, it was something of an adventure just to open the door to the servants area - Kat was not accustomed to these places. She beckoned Maddie to follow with her free hand, sure the girl would prove useful again. And it's not as though her servant counted, really - she would still be alone with Justine...
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 20:58:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2278534#msg2278534">Quote from: Risa on 27-09-2009, 06:16:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, come on," she said pleadingly. "I was sick!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Ivy just gazed at the silly girl beneath the covers. "Nope, you can't be sick. I'm going to pretend to be my sister for a moment and say that it's not allowed!" She giggled again, and gave Imogene another round of tickles. "Now get up before I drag you from bed. We're going to miss the hunt, if we're not quick."<br><br>Peeking back out of the covers, Ivy waved at the other three women. "Just getting Imogene out of bed. I have this wonderful idea, by the way, about the hunt and all. Maybe we could slip away from the main group, and explore some of the countryside. Wouldn't that be exciting?" Ivy beams very proudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 10:39:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cake.moltenflower.net/williamprof.jpg)</div><strong>William Bond,</strong> Viktor's Bedroom [Viktor Martin, William Bond, Estelle d'Attaine]<br><br>"Sir," said William Bond dryly, as he pulled opened the heavy drapes of the room's lone window to let sunshine in. "The servant girl who attended you last night. She was sobbing this morning." He turned to walk towards the side of Viktor's bed. Once there, William poured a cup of coffee from a fine porcelain kettle. "Naturally, I pulled her aside, and reminded Kara of her place. I also warned her that she would be reprimanded harshly should she brag about her indiscretions with you, Sir."<br><br>A knock came at the door, and a woman's voice could be heard from beyond it. "Viktor? Do you have a moment to speak with me?" It was Estelle; the self-conscious humility in her voice gave away her identity.<br><br>"Umm," started William, clearing his throat. "Shall I let Miss d'Attaine in, Sir, or send her away?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 12:02:02</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>&nbsp; Servant’s Quarters,<br><br><br>Sebastian awakes with the sun rise with a grunt as he struggles to sit up. His arm stiff from a night sleeping on his back in the decrepit conditions of the servant’s quarters has not helped his mood much. Even after the lovely meal his sister fixed for him the night before. <br><br>At the racket of bleating sheep the big smith steps outside to the front lawn, shoulder still in its makeshift sling, to search for Aron &amp; Eriq. He had not bothered to put himself through the torture of trying to done a shirt. The angry red wound from the arrow throbbed with every breath but he paid it no mind. There was work to be done.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 12:23:27</strong>
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				Ashley flashed Ivy a warm grateful smile. "Trust you Ivy to come up with something more exciting and wonderful for us to do than go on a dreadful hunt!"&nbsp; She finished her toilet by topping her hair with a lovely black riding hat finished in taffeta and lace. (http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley4.jpg)<br>Her suit, while not her newest, was practical for the weather.&nbsp; Grey with black piping and Black velvet trim, it suited her complexion well, and flattered her figure.&nbsp; <br>Turning to the&nbsp; prostrate form still a bed, she pleaded, "Genie, please do come get ready, we don't want Lily angry, and if we leave soon, we can have cook pack a lunch and spend the whole afternoon together.&nbsp; Just the thr... erm" Ashley looked at Sylria, and smiled warmly and invitingly, "just the <strong>four</strong> of us.&nbsp; She affirmed, stressing the word four strongly for Sylria's benefit.&nbsp; "Turning to Sylria, she added, "That is, if you would want to spend your time exploring and wandering with us instead of on the hunt with Lily and the rest.&nbsp; Please know that you are welcome to join our trekking."&nbsp; <br>Giving her attention to everyone and no one in particular, Ashley pursed her lips and pondered out loud to the room, "Maybe we can find something in the woods that will explain some of the mystery that shrouds Avonleigh.&nbsp; That I know of there have been incidents that defy explanation involving Sylria, Imogene and myself."&nbsp; Here she stopped, and with an interested air, queries Ivy, "Has anything odd or untoward happened to you Ivy?"&nbsp; Seeing Ivy's big eyed look,&nbsp; "Since we have arrived at Avonleigh, I mean." She expounded.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 21:09:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Ivy giggled as Ashley spoke, nodding her head many times. "Yes, Lily is dreadful when she gets angry!" At the last question, though, her head quirked a bit. "Odd? Untoward?" She looked from Ashley, to Sylria, and then at the lump that was Imogene. "Has one the men made an unwelcome gesture?" she asked in a grave tone. "If so, I will tell my sister immediately, and noble or not, I know she'll take care of it."<br><br>Ivy seemed much more somber now. "Imogene? Is that why you're not feeling...not feeling well? Has a boy or man or whatever...has he said something awful to you...or worse?" She hugged Imogene through the heavy blankets. "Tell me, please. Now I'm awfully worried about you, my dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 21:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4007/girardbrothers.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault + Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard</strong>, Right-Side Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Eriq Gerard, Aron Gerard, Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>"Come on, lads," yelled Marie to the two boys that followed her, "Surely you're not going to let a woman beat you. A woman with a ewe more than each of you at that, hmm?" Marie dragged two sheep behind her by a pair of ropes, and though the beasts were digging in and being stubborn about being separated from their herd, Marie Archambault was more stubborn still. The animals glided across the lush grass, bleating madly in indignation.<br><br>Aron and Eriq--each with a single, roped ewe--were doing slightly worse. At times the sheep would collapse against the ground, refusing to budge, and at other times they would yank the boys off their feet and take several desperate steps back towards the massive flock in the front yard. "Beat us! Eh, no woman but Ma can do that, right Aron!" yelled Eriq as he yanked his ruminant forward with renewed determination. Two steps forward for every step back; the boys were making progress, but it came slow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 21:41:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div> Viktor&nbsp; Bedroom #6 [Viktor, Estelle d'Attaine]<br><br>Viktor pushed himself up in the bed, groggy and irritated at having been woken up. He squinted at the intrusive light pouring through the window as his eyes adjusted.<br><br>"Send her in," came a rough growl of a voice. Viktor leaned over, and took a drink of the coffee. "Prepare my clothes, boy, and fetch me water."<br><br>As Estelle stepped inside, Viktor barked, "And close those damned drapes!" <br><br>Viktor took another sip of the warm liquid, as William closed the drapes and quickly left the room. "Estelle... I have a task for you. I seem to have misplaced my book, you know the one I always carry with me, and..." he set the cup down again, "you are going to get it for me. It's very important that you be discrete while fetching it, girl." He sternly gazed at her.<br><br>"I believe you'll find it in the possession of Marcus Dupont. Do whatever you have to do to get it." He threw the covers away, revealing his naked body. "Now g..." Estelle turned to leave, but Viktor, noticing her embarrassment looked down, and saw why.&nbsp; "Wait."<br><br>"Look what you've done," referring to his erection. He had been absentmindedly stroking himself up until now. "Well, what are you waiting for? You obviously caused this, take care of it." Viktor leaned back, with his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 21:52:08</strong>
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				<strong>Estelle d'Attaine</strong>, Hallway Outside Victor's Bedroom [Alone]<br><br>Estelle closed the door behind her as she left Viktor's room. Viktor always put her in the most difficult positions, and she had no idea how to get his accursed book back. Well, she did have an idea, but she didn't like it. Not really. <em>Perhaps I'll bed his son</em>, she thought with a sigh. For some reason, sex was usually the easiest way to achieve the goals Viktor gave her; worse yet, he would undoubtedly want to know each and every embarrassing detail afterward. He was simply cruel in that way.<br><br>She wiped her sticky, red lips clean with one finger, and set off to make the hunting party. If she spent all day courting Richard Dupont, Estelle was certain she could have Viktor's tome by the following morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 11:19:12</strong>
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				<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong> Right-Side Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Eriq Gerard, Aron Gerard, Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>Bastian laughs deeply as his sister chides the two young boys while pulling two young lambs toward the house. Walking purposefully he heads out onto the lawn to provide whatever help he can. <strong>“Lads I found out a long time ago that no one beats Marie at anything.”</strong> He says reaching out with his right hand to relieve his sister of one of her burdens. As he does so he plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. <strong>“Thank you for the meal last night sweet sister of mine.”</strong> He says with a mischievous smile before grabbing her wrist and trying to toss her across his shoulders. <em>Try and make me the fool in front of the Ladies will you,</em> he smirks at her predicament.<br><br><strong>“See now lads? It‘s easier ta carry a struggling animal like this,”</strong> he calls over the cries of the sheep or his sister. Adjusting her weight to make the girl slightly more comfortable,&nbsp; he fights to ignore the sudden fire spreading across his injured shoulder. The big man marches back toward the house, all the while ignoring any protests from his little sister with a laugh. <strong>“Hold on to those ropes Marie,”</strong> he warns with a grin.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 19:50:58</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Imogene looked to Ivy, startled. "Of course it's nothing like that!" she said, smiling reassuringly. "I...just got ill, that's all." She wasn't about to tell Ivy about the person (if it was even a person) that had grabbed her and tried to pull her into the bathtub, not wanting to frighten her. <br><br>She smiled a bit as Ivy hugged her through her blankets, and she finally sat up, stretching and yawning. She felt that moving around a bit might help her feel better, and she grinned and kissed Ivy gently on the cheek. "I'm fine," she said to her softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 22:20:49</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I smile and shake my head at all the others, and then look at Ashley.&nbsp; After a moment I reply, picking up my dress and slipping into it.&nbsp; It settled around me like a glove, and I smiled a little more. "I suppose I'll come along, Lady Ashley.&nbsp; No need to upset my hostess, after all.&nbsp; But I was curious, could someone tell me why people frown on magic so much?&nbsp; Lily seemed rather strident about it."<br><br>I pick up my locket and frown at it for a moment before sighing and putting it on.&nbsp; If only I could figure out how to open it, it would make things easier.&nbsp; At least, that's what I hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 08:05:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2291182#msg2291182">Quote from: Kathadon on 30-09-2009, 11:19:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He says with a mischievous smile before grabbing her wrist and trying to toss her across his shoulders. <br>...<br>The big man marches back toward the house, all the while ignoring any protests from his little sister with a laugh. <strong>“Hold on to those ropes Marie,”</strong> he warns with a grin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4007/girardbrothers.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault + Aron &amp; Eriq Gerard</strong>, Right-Side Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Eriq Gerard, Aron Gerard, Sebastian Archambault]<br><br>Marie went over Sebastian's shoulder easily; she never expected what was coming, and she was easy prey for her brother, who was much stronger than she was. "Bastian! 'ey, put me down right now, you big oaf!" she demanded. "Animal? A strugglin' animal! I'll show you!" She was definitely amused by his game, but there was always a part of Marie that had to be in control. Even when they were younger, Marie had tried to boss her brother around. As she traveled towards the smokehouse on her brother's shoulder, she was most certainly not in control. She considered bopping him on the head, but then her poor brother was hurt after all.<br><br>"Fine then, you can carry me," she said finally. "My feet could use a bit o' rest anyway, I s'pose!" She laughed, and then leaned in close. "You're such a show off, Bastian," she whispered into his ear, while flashing the two snickering boys a bright smile. "If your shoulder wasn't 'urt so bad, I'd so wrangle m'self free," she said, with a little laugh. "But I'll let you keep your dignity in front of the little men and all, seeing as how you 'urt yourself yesterday."<br><br>To the boys, and much louder, she called, "And this is not what the phrase 'sweeping a woman off 'er feet' refers to, boys. Poor Bastian 'as been having himself a bit o' trouble with the ladies, if you catch my meanin'. If this be any indication, 'e's helpless, he is! So don't be taking no tips from this one!" The ewes that she and Sebastian dragged behind them bleated just as she finished speaking, as if in agreement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 08:18:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>"Well, if there's nothing wrong, and you're not really-death-ill, then come on, Imogene!" She pushed at the lump in the bed repeatedly, shaking Imogene. "Get up! Get up! Ashley is already ready and Sylria is getting dressed as we," and here Ivy's words trailed off.<br><br>Her eyes gazed on Sylria's body in the brief moments she was completely uncovered, first when she got out of the bath and again when she slipped into her dress. "And she's an elf," she whispered, leaning close to the bed. "Her body is all awkward, and thinner than most girls I've seen before. I wonder if...do umm, elves...are they exactly like normal people, or are they different?" Her voice was very low and conspiratorial. It's likely that only Imogene could hear her words, but even speaking them in a quiet voice made Ivy feel self-conscious.<br><br>"Come on," she said again. "Even my new elven relative is ready, so hurry up, slowpoke!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 16:32:31</strong>
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				<strong>Justine</strong>, Dining Room/hallway [Maddy, Kat, Justine]<br><br>She blushed as they linked arms, heading into the corridor.&nbsp; "Perhaps one or two of the male staff can help us.&nbsp; There might be something interesting up there.&nbsp; Something about this place.&nbsp; It seems so alive that there must be something to it."&nbsp; She looked over at Kat, sure she sounded like some silly fairytale-filled girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 18:06:37</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Hallway [Justine, Maddie]<br><br>Kat and Justine walked into the servants area, Kat looking around for the servants.<br><br>"Indeed, there should be a few of the strapping young men around to help out, surely," she squeezed Justine's arm as they walked into the kitchen and looked around for someone who would serve. "Unless they are all helping out with the hunt - and I cannot imagine the house would be so ill run as to leave us without assistance."<br><br>She met Justine's eyes with a grin, not sure how serious the other was about her intuitions, but quite willing to play along. Exploring a spooky, possibly-haunted house would be much more fun than merely poking around a dusty attic. It got the heart racing, and in such a state, people could be pushed further than normal...
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 19:34:15</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy, Bella &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Imogene rolled her eyes and finally sat all the way up, stretching out her body, and rolled away a bit as Ivy continued to push her.<br><br>"I'm coming! Geez!" Imogene muttered, and she slipped out of bed, searching for a new set of clothes to wear. She noticed how Ivy was looking at their new elven friend, and Imogene let her own eyes scan Sylria's body. For once, she was actually paying attention to the physical state of a bare woman. She indeed looked thin, and wondered if the woman was underfed or something. Shaking her head of the thought, she slipped into her own clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 22:06:48</strong>
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				<strong>Kara (a servant girl)</strong>, Kitchen [Kara, Katrina, Justine]<br><br>Kara worked at one of the cooking pots. Steam rose from the large, cast iron piece of cookware; it smelled of beef and vegetables. Her manner was slow and distracted, and she didn't seem to notice the two noblewomen as they entered the room.<br><br>The girl was on the late edge of her teens, and she was quite pretty because of it. She had long, strawberry-blonde hair; it was braided and tied back, to keep it out of the way while she worked. But most curious of all, Kara's face was pale and her eyes were red from prolonged crying.<br><br>From the room, there were several exits. There was a door leading out of the manor, to the back lawn of Avonleigh. There was also another door way off to the right that was already half-open. The two noblewoman could see shelves with items upon them through the partially open portal. And finally, there was a narrow staircase that led way up into the second floor, and possibly beyond. <br><br>It was hard to tell exactly what the function of the staircase was, however, because there was a great deal of furniture and other items blocking it. More than that, upon inspection, the two women would realize that items had been piled up on the stairs all the way up to the top of the long stairwell. It would take days of consistent work, or many, many souls working in unison, to clear the path up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 23:47:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>"Well, I want to get going. If you're coming with me, then stop being slow and let's go," said Ivy playfully. Grabbing as many of her friends as she possibly could, she proceeded to drag the entire group of women downstairs...just not literally. "Come, come on," she said, giggling. "We're going to have so much fun exploring the countryside!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 10:01:45</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>"Fine, fine, please don't move too quickly, Lady Ivy.&nbsp; I don't want to tumble down the stairs, and I'm not <em>certain</em> how stable the house is.&nbsp; I'd need to do a full architectural examination for that..." I tell Ivy with a laugh, following her with a chuckle and looking around the house.&nbsp; I wondered just how old it was, and how stable the building really was...not that it mattered.&nbsp; But I follow them in some amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 11:44:08</strong>
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				<strong>Ashley Browly</strong> (Ivy, Sylria, Imogene Bedroom #2 and upstairs hallway)<br>Laughing heartily Ashley runs along with Ivy always cheered by her exuberance. Leaning up against the wall across the hall from the bedroom, Ashley smiles as she looks at her youngest friend. Ivy is such a darling. Ashley can't think of anyone who doesn't love her; it is then that a bittersweet feeling touches her heart as she realizes their play days will soon end. While Ashley's father is lenient in allowing her to not marry, Ivy's father is not at all so bending. Soon, too horribly soon, Ivy and Lily and even dearest Genie will be married ladies and their fun will end. Ashley can feel her eyes pool at the thought. At that moment she would have given anything to make time go back a bit. <br>Refusing to be pulling into that maudlin time one moment too soon, Ashley reapplies her smile, and with gleaming eyes does the one thing she knows will really get Ivy. Lifting her skirts to above her ankles, Ashley grins at Ivy and queries, "Race you to the bottom?" Then with a giggle, Ashley hops sidesaddle atop the polished wood of the right side of the long staircase, and holding tight, waits for a Ivy to take her mount before letting go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 19:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>The other girls left the room first, leaving poor Imogene to ready herself quickly. "Don't be too long, my dearest," said Ivy to her friend. She kissed Imogene's cheek softly, and whispered, "Thank you. For not being sick. For coming." And then she slipped out of the portal with the other laughing and giggling young women. It was going to be a good day.<br><br>"Oh, we won't be too crazy," she murmured sweetly to Sylria. She was quite happy that the elven woman was lightening up; she had seemed very serious up 'til recently. Maybe it was Ivy and her best friends rubbing off on the foreign girl, but she was enjoying her company more now. "You know a lot about that stuff? Like, buildings and those kinds of," and here Ivy waved her hands in a confused expression of knowing, "things...and things?"<br><br>That's when Ashley challenged her. The two of them had a long history of banister racing. Even when poor Ivy had tumbled off the bottom of a railing once and hit her head quite badly, and after they had been forbidden to continue with their rail races, they still did it! "Auh!" she scoffed, the sound full of exasperation, "you better not cheat, you scullery maid!"<br><br>Lifting her skirts just a little bit, so that the garment wouldn't pull too much at her waist, Ivy hopped atop the railing. Her feet dangling on the inside of the stairwell and she shot Ashley and dark look, as if to say, 'you're so going down.' Her smile was wry. <br><br>"Ready? On three!" She turned to look at the elf, giggling. "Sylria, would you do the honors?" She waited for the elf to start the countdown, but the brat completely let go at the second count, and started to slide down the straight banister with increasing speed. "Oops," she said, with a guilty giggle, as Ivy slid away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 23:08:56</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Bedroom #2 [Ashley, Imogene, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I shake my head again, sighing slightly, and then reply. "I know quite a bit of buildings and construction, yes.&nbsp; I don't know <em>everything</em> that I have knowledge of, not yet, but I do remember that I have knowledge of magical beings, the wilds, and the construction and design of buildings.&nbsp; Those are the ones I know so far, at least."<br><br>Pausing for a moment, I blink in puzzlement at their sudden grasp of the banisters, not understanding.&nbsp; But I nod and look at them, and start. "One...two...three?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 22:27:13</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>OOC: Just a quick note to let everyone know that I've made a very important post in our OOC thread, located here! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46299.msg2317511#msg2317511) It has to do with attendance. If you guys could just give it a peek and maybe a short reply, I'd be super happy!<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 23:07:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> <strong>Ashley,</strong> ( Ivy, Sylria Imogene?)<br><br>Ashley roared first with laughter at seeing Ivy let go on two, then with mock outrage. "Stinker." She called to the swiftly racing form of the younger woman as she herself let go her hands. "Unrepentant cheat!" was hurled at the blond head followed quickly by a short scream and a torrent of laughter as Ashley almost lost her grip and began to ride a bit west of sidesaddle, knowing now that it was impossible to hold her seat, the redhead jumped from her wooden mount and sprung a handstand then tucking into a tumble the last three lengths of step, she sprang up again to land upright on her feet, only to bow a deep at the waist bow to her imaginary audience. Then pointing to Ivy, Ashley extended her arms straight in front of her and encouraged any and all onlookers to "Please ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our dearest and surely swiftest rider here today!" Ashley eyes shone bright and deepened with warmth as she clapped for her friend. <br><br>Motioning to maid come to see the commotion, Ashley asked, "Please have cook pack a suitable luncheon for outdoors for four Ladies." Smiling at the girl, she thanked her and sent her off to the kitchens. <br><br>Seeing that the others had made it downstairs, Ashley turned toward their host to await further instructions. <br></span></span> <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 23:23:13</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Antoine, Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun]<hr><br>"It appears they're in the middle of selling them.&nbsp; The lambs are cute enough, but all I really see are these big wet ones," smiling to Antoine as she produces a bun from his ear and offering it.&nbsp; "And I only wish I had your sweet buns..." giggling back.<br><br>Looking around to spy out the stables, "I suppose you're right about that, dear.&nbsp; I'm usually comfortable with a calm mare, but it can be exciting to wrap myself around a great big tall stallion once in a while.&nbsp; If we do end doubling up, I'll just have to hold on tight."<br><br>Approaching the group, Kolette cleared her throat, "Is it huntsmaster Martin today?&nbsp; If I may ask, what will we be hunting?&nbsp; Deer, pheasant, moutain lions?" she asked, smiling.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 05:34:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2317657#msg2317657">Quote from: Chelemar on 07-10-2009, 23:07:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> <strong>Ashley,</strong> ( Ivy, Sylria Imogene?)<br><br>Seeing that the others had made it downstairs, Ashley turned toward their host to await further instructions. <br></span></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Staircase [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>Ivy beat Ashley by a fair margin, but she had to scoot out of the way when her friend came tumbling off the railing. "Oh, don't do that, you scare me" she squeaked in response to Ashley's acrobatics. "Besides, I can see up your skirts when you do that! What if one of the men walked by and saw your bloomers!" <br><br>Ivy giggled at Ashley and came up close to her. "That's a good idea. Food would be a wonderful idea," she murmured, clapping her hands together, before giving Ashley a warm hug. "We're going to have so much fun!" Turning to look up the staircase, Ivy raised her voice to say, "You can take the railing down too, if you're daring, Sylria. Come on, let's go see what all that pesky bleating is about."<br><br>She slipper her hand into Ashley's, and began to pull the other young woman towards the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 05:51:18</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Staircase [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Sylria]<br><br>I shake my head, not knowing what, precisely they were up to.&nbsp; I reply calmly, sedately walking down the stairs.&nbsp; What an <em>odd</em> group. "I am coming.&nbsp; You needn't shout to get my attention, Lady Ivy.&nbsp; I'm most certainly not hard of hearing.&nbsp; Now, what, precisely do you have planned?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 10:24:31</strong>
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				Ashley (Ivy, Sylria,&nbsp; Ashley) downstairs just inside the doorway to the manor <br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley blushed red when Ivy mentioned her "bloomers." But poked her tongue out and wrinkled her nose at her when she mentioned one of the men seeing them.&nbsp; The thought of it had frankly made Ashley feel slightly unwell.&nbsp; <br>Seeing Sylria come down the grand stairway but seeing no sign of Imogene, Ashley wondered, "I guess Genie decided not to join us after all?"&nbsp; She asked everyone and no one, a small frown pulled down the sides of her lips.&nbsp; She beckoned a maid and instructed her to check on Miss Imogene in room #2 and to see to her needs.&nbsp; Everything here is just so wrong.&nbsp; 'Stop Ashley, stop being melodramatic.'<br>Brushing the negative thoughts aside, she took Ivy's proffered hand and stretching out the other, wiggled her fingers at the regal elf. Still not wanting to feel at all like like the grown up she was purported to be, Ashley wanted to throw everything serious out of herself and allow in the wind to blow away all that was bad that she knew was coming.&nbsp; Oh, she didn't know what exactally, but she knew something bad was going to happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even if it was that all friends were to be married off, sent away bleating for their Mama's like the lambkins making so much ruckus outside the manor.&nbsp; The horrible images&nbsp; of the last twenty-four hours flashed through her mind.&nbsp; She shut her eyes to them, both her inner and her outer eyes.&nbsp; Opening them, she wiggled her fingers again at the coming elf.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:12:00</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>Private Thread #1:</strong> Justine and Lady Katrina have moved their story to Private Thread #1. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49490.0) They are separating from the main group to explore Avonleigh together. They will rejoin the main group at a future time and I'll keep everyone informed of anything interesting that happens in the alternate thread.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2317706#msg2317706">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 07-10-2009, 23:23:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Antoine, Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun]<br><br>"It appears they're in the middle of selling them.&nbsp; The lambs are cute enough, but all I really see are these big wet ones," smiling to Antoine as she produces a bun from his ear and offering it.&nbsp; "And I only wish I had your sweet buns..." giggling back.<br><br>Looking around to spy out the stables, "I suppose you're right about that, dear.&nbsp; I'm usually comfortable with a calm mare, but it can be exciting to wrap myself around a great big tall stallion once in a while.&nbsp; If we do end doubling up, I'll just have to hold on tight."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br><br>Antoine giggled, and bit into the offered bun suggestively. "Kolette, you little vixen! I promise your buns are quite tasty." With a devious look, he came close, slipping his hand around her waist. Turning her, so that no one could see, he began to rub and squeeze her bottom through her dress. "Quite lovely," he murmured; <br><br>Antoine pulled away quickly, however, as the trio of girls exited the manor. "Very, very tight, my dearest," he murmured, as he nibbled on the honeyed roll once more, "but we have company now." With his hand, he motioned to Ivy and her entourage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br><br>Ivy led her band of girls outside with a cheerful smile. "We're going to have so much fun," she promised them. <br><br>The trio exited through the double doors of Avonleigh manor and stumbled into a front lawn covered in sheep. They were absolutely everywhere, bleating madly, and nibbling at the longish grass. The servants were leading several away, around the house. "Oh, are we buying some sheep to raise?" she asked to no one in particular.<br><br>Antoine, a few paces away, just giggled. "I think they're going to kill them so we can eat them for supper." For some reason the boy-girl always seemed to tease Ivy and her friends. He, she...whatever! <br><br>Antoine was terribly mean, and Ivy's face set in a deep frown in response to his words. "But they're so cute, and...are we really going to eat them?" Several of the sheep came up to the girls, and began to lick their hands and nibble at their dresses. "Oh, shoo!" she tried to chastise them away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 04:59:02</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Approaching Front Lawn of Avonleigh</em><br></strong><hr>And behold, a rough rider approaches from the road furthest to the south, sitting tall in the saddle of a tremendous warhorse that could pound stones into dust with his great hooves.&nbsp; Truly, the giant centaur-like unison of man and beast were astonishing in due part of their magnitude and seeming ferociousness, for neither appeared the least bit friendly.&nbsp; But as the rider and his horse neared the assembly, the soldier gradually undertook a new countenance:&nbsp; it progressed from the masked veil of insanity of a man desiring nothing more than to smite, to an austere appearance that caged the passions of the rider.<br><br>His jade and jaded eyes took in the men and women gathered outside, his brow heavy and casting shadows over his dangerous visage.&nbsp; He stared for another moment, at times even openly admiring (it would only be more carnal if he held his member in his hand as he did it) several members, before he tossed his reins aside and dismounted his horse.<br><br>&nbsp;"Tidings," he said in a precise, booming voice, to no one and everyone.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am Alfreic Slate, previous acquaintance of the household."&nbsp; His terrible eyes settled on no one, but his presence!&nbsp; Haunting and gaunt, dismissive and accusatory, that damned presence of his directed his words personally.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 05:32:44</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Sorry to keep you waiting, Kolette. I was trying to give ReverendBonobo some time to take over Frederick, but he's a slowpoke. For now I'll keep him as an NPC, until Bonobo decides to get his act together :P<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>Frederick Martin turned to the young woman who addressed him. "Oh, my lady, if we catch anything half as delectable as you look, well," and here he paused to look Kolette de Brest up and down, "we'll all be dining as happy men, my dear." He chuckled a bit at the woman. She seemed enthusiastic about the hunt. Perhaps he would offer her a private lesson or two on the proper use of a gentleman's firearm.<br><br>"Is that? No, it can't be. Is he really here?" Frederick was speaking to himself, a hand over his brow to shield his view from the sun. "My fair woman, you're in for a real treat today. He finally made it."<br><br>Stepping forward, Frederick Martin gave a wide wave. His voice loud and deep and full of affection, he shouted, "Alfriec, my good man! It's been too long!" He chuckled as the rider approached, stepping forward to touch the great beast's reins. "I knew you were in the northern country, and I'd hoped that my letter would reach you in time." With a broad smile, he continued. "You made it. Just wait til Victor sees you. It's been a while, my friend. Welcome to Avonleigh."<br><br>Servants began to approach the gathered nobles with horses, three to four at a time. The animals were tacked, saddled and ready to ride. "My ladies," said Sebastian Archambault, with a particularly bright smile for Ivy Montague. "Good luck today, Miss Ivy, with the hunt and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 05:42:12</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Front Lawn of Avonleigh:&nbsp; To Martin</em><br></strong><hr>The crimsoned skull of a wight beckoned him and plodded towards him, humming its dead song sonorously.&nbsp; Alfreic thought of ten ways to destroy it--but they were not tremendously imaginative ways, I assure you.&nbsp; Tried and true?&nbsp; Indeed.&nbsp; However, before the skull could manifest in the space that Alfreic threatened, the wight became Martin-- an old friend.&nbsp; Throughout his exotic daydream, Alfraic had remained calm, but his heartbeat was still pounding, his knuckles were now white and his masculinity was somewhat rigid due to the venomous thoughts of blood.<br><br>Curious that a man like Alfraic should have a friend in the world, but the soldier nevertheless took Martin's hands in his and held him like a firm acquaintance.&nbsp; The soldier said nothing, however, but merely looked to the rest of the party, as if to say:&nbsp; who are these people?&nbsp; His eyes were narrowed slits of fire now, full of vinegar and hatred, but his face was passive and tempered like canyons creviced by ancient rivers.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 06:03:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>Frederick stepped back a pace after they had greeted in a very manly way. "My god, you look awful," he chuckled. "What have you been up to? Last time Viktor and I saw you was in Port-a-Lucine, before your father sent you off to the war. The cards and the wine and of course the women. Those were good times, Alfreic. What are you doing in these parts?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 13:50:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Front Lawn of Avonleigh:&nbsp; To Martin</em><br></strong><hr>And perhaps that is what Alfreic was known best for:&nbsp; reverie and debauchery.&nbsp; When the three men were younger, they surged forth from their homes like a pulse, and roamed through the countryside looking to drink, fight and pop maidenhoods.&nbsp; Time had not been too unkind to Martin, but for Alfraic, a man of war, time had been a terrible, cuckolding mistress.&nbsp; It took a long time for Alfreic to answer his friend, for Alfreic was uncertain whether to call him a friend at all.&nbsp; An acquaintance, bygone through the years, renewed again but with some disinterest.&nbsp; For the call of battle changes the interests of men, and when such wars are as savage and brutal as they were, men are no longer men at all.<br><br>But do not think that Alfreic actually hesitated.&nbsp; No, it was as if he was rhythmically taking in everything the same way an asp does before it strikes.<br><br>&nbsp;"Port-a-Lucine was a lifetime ago, Martin," Alfreic said, reminiscing momentarily.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I have been laid to with a noble family in the north.&nbsp; It seems I join a choir of our ilk who have underestimated the value of firearms in battle.&nbsp; Now I reap the rewards of a metal ball interred in my hip."<br><br>That damned wound.&nbsp; It injured his pride a bit to look at it, to feel it.&nbsp; At the same time, he felt lucky.&nbsp; A few more inches to the left and Alfreic wouldn't have been able to live.&nbsp; A male organ torn asunder makes for a very boring life.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 20:28:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>Frederick smirked a bit, and then shook his head with a bit of a remorse. "Alfreic, you old fool. You never would take my advice. With women, you always picked the worst sort. Dashing, but the kind of villains who'd tear your heart out. We all know how the cards treated you, and the wheels. You never could pull your coin out of either. And now the guns," Frederick chuckled. "You'd have done well to let me show you how to employ them."<br><br>Shifting a bit, he waved to the many nobles gathered nearby. All around sheep still bleated. "This is an old friend, Alfreic Slate. Ladies, treat him well. A dashing noble who went off to battle for Dementlieu." Laughing, he turned back to his friend. "We were preparing for a hunt. Care to correct your lack of knowledge in firearms? I can teach you to down a buck at a far greater distance, and with more accuracy, than a bow ever could, my old friend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 20:40:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2321014#msg2321014">Quote from: Faeylin on 08-10-2009, 22:33:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br><br>Ivy led her band of girls outside with a cheerful smile. "We're going to have so much fun," she promised them. <br><br>The trio exited through the double doors of Avonleigh manor and stumbled into a front lawn covered in sheep. They were absolutely everywhere, bleating madly, and nibbling at the longish grass. The servants were leading several away, around the house. "Oh, are we buying some sheep to raise?" she asked to no one in particular.<br><br>Antoine, a few paces away, just giggled. "I think they're going to kill them so we can eat them for supper." For some reason the boy-girl always seemed to tease Ivy and her friends. He, she...whatever! <br><br>Antoine was terribly mean, and Ivy's face set in a deep frown in response to his words. "But they're so cute, and...are we really going to eat them?" Several of the sheep came up to the girls, and began to lick their hands and nibble at their dresses. "Oh, shoo!" she tried to chastise them away.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>,&nbsp; Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>I follow the others out, and then pause, blinking in some surprise at the...impressive number of sheep.&nbsp; I push one away as the man in armor rides up, and my eyes dilate as my heart starts pounding.&nbsp; I look at Ivy and speak softly, almost vibrating in some worry. "I...do not know about sheep, but are people like...<em>him</em> common?"<br><br>I was barely restraining my urge to run inside and hide from the man.&nbsp; He looked too much like the warriors that had been chasing me before, and I wasn't ready to deal with ones like him yet.&nbsp; In fact, I was starting to reconsider coming along, even with Frederick's explanation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 21:08:50</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell]<br><br>Imogene had let the others go without her, as she had been taking so long to get dressed. After finally getting dressed, (placing her staff carefully behind her shirt, just in case), she headed out of the room to check on Emily. She had a bad feeling about leaving the girl there by herself, and wondered if she should bring her along with them.<br><br>Then again, she thought it would be even more dangerous for her to go with them on the hunt than stay here until they came back. But, still, though...Imogene placed a hand in one of the the pocket of the pants she was wearing (she had decided not to wear a dress) and felt the rusty key she had found in the bathtub, and concern for her shot through her heart again. However, she wanted to go on the hunt too, and she would have to hurry up, or they'd leave without her.<br><br>So, without further ado, she placed a gentle kiss on the sleeping girl's forehead, brushed some hair out of her face, and closed her door behind her quietly, heading out to the front lawn of the <br><br><strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh</strong> [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br><br>Imogene ran as fast as she could trough the mansion and practically tripped over her own feet in the effort to catch up with the rest of the Avonleigh party in the front lawn. Once she finally got there, she was relieved to find that they hadn't departed yet. Still breathing heavily, she walked over to where Ivy and the other girls were.<br><br>"S-sorry..." she said, clutching the stitch in her chest. "Got...held up. Had to look...after Emily."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 00:47:38</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Front Lawn of Avonleigh:&nbsp; To Martin</em><br></strong><hr>It did not seem that Alfreic took Martin's harangue well, but impoverished blood must tolerate the barbs of the wealthy.&nbsp; So Alfreic shook his head, and stated disconsolately:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Aye, I did not choose women, but sorted through them by chance, and chance has never been my ally.&nbsp; In this, you are right.&nbsp; Were I to have your fortune, I might be considerably better off.&nbsp; However, fortune always is a fickle ally, Martin... and if I were you, I would never count upon it."&nbsp; Was this a threat?&nbsp; It sounded like it, but Martin would know that this is how Alfreic always was.<br><br>But Alfreic did lie.&nbsp; By sheer virtue, Alfreic was considerably fortunate to have been bred by nobility in the genetic roulette.&nbsp; Alfreic was also gifted with considerable prowess on the battlefield;&nbsp; his might and his endurance, his relentlessness, they made for the stuff of fables.&nbsp; Alfreic could outdrink a dwarf, outfuck a whore and still go to church the next day.&nbsp; And, furthermore, he was not entirely unpleasant to look at.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> handsome, even if he looked inordinately evil.<br><br>&nbsp;"It does not seem like a sporting contest to hunt an animal with such a foreign aberration," Alfreic said after a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I shall accompany you, but I do not care to do any shooting.&nbsp; It does not strike my fancy, really.&nbsp; It might strike yours because you might be unaccustomed to performing last rites-- but that, my dear man, is my profession."<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 01:34:54</strong>
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				<strong> Ashley Browley Front Lawn of Avonleigh</strong> [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley grimmaced at the thought of eating the wee beasties, although she did love lamb with a good chutney.&nbsp; Just not one of these particular lambs.&nbsp; <br>A lamb began to lick her outstretched hand, laughing at the feeling, she patted its head with her free hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Imogene! you've decided to come, Ashley walked over and hugged her friend.&nbsp; I love your bloomers as well!&nbsp; Would that I had a pair!"&nbsp; Ashley stepped back so that others could great Genie.<br>&nbsp;<br>'Those pants would be wonderful to ride in.' Ashley mused to herself.&nbsp; She hoped she would get a good hunter.&nbsp; Although she hated to hunt, she loved to ride and longed for the feel of a magnificent horse under her, loving the control and feel of the smoothness of the gate and the precision and perfect balance as she and the horse as one take jumps.&nbsp; She relished in the even pace, the knowing exactally when to jump the horse, the cleanness of the jump.&nbsp; That is, she frowned to herself, if she even gets a chance to ride a good horse.&nbsp; Usually, the men gobbled up the best rides, but she could get lucky as Lilly loved to ride and had made sure in the past that all the women had magnificent mounts as well. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Feeling the excitement flood through her at the thought of riding, Ashley turned toward her companions, "Ivy, will you be doing and hunter-jumping for fun for awhile?&nbsp; Or you Sylria?&nbsp; And Genie, I'm hoping you feel well enough to ride!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 07:35:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2323720#msg2323720">Quote from: Myrleena on 09-10-2009, 20:40:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>,&nbsp; Front Lawn of Avonleigh <br><br>I follow the others out, and then pause, blinking in some surprise at the...impressive number of sheep.&nbsp; I push one away as the man in armor rides up, and my eyes dilate as my heart starts pounding.&nbsp; I look at Ivy and speak softly, almost vibrating in some worry. "I...do not know about sheep, but are people like...<em>him</em> common?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br><br>Ivy shrugged a bit, and moved closer to Sylria, as if for warmth. Her voice was low and polite as she spoke, "I think he's a friend of the Martins, but...he kind of gives me the creeps." She slipped her hand into Sylria's and squeezed it. "Don't worry, we're going to leave them anyway, once we head out. We don't have to stay with them."<br><br>It was moments later that an exasperated Imogene showed up, her breath ragged. "Imogene, you made it!" She giggled as Ashley came to life. "Hmm, I didn't hear you," she said, laughing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 08:01:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2324347#msg2324347">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 10-10-2009, 00:47:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alfreic Slate<br><br>&nbsp;"It does not seem like a sporting contest to hunt an animal with such a foreign aberration," Alfreic said after a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I shall accompany you, but I do not care to do any shooting.&nbsp; It does not strike my fancy, really.&nbsp; It might strike yours because you might be unaccustomed to performing last rites-- but that, my dear man, is my profession."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>Frederick nodded, offering the man a polite smile. His warm attitude had begun to cool a bit. "As you wish it. Tonight, when we have more time, we'll have to catch up over a meal. Viktor should be there too." Frederick took a bulky stallion by the reigns from a servant boy. "Where is my brother, anyway. He should be here by now."<br><br>Turning to the ladies, as well as the Dupont men, he said, "Stay close, friends. Let's see if we can't find some decent hunting today." He slipped a foot into a stirrup, and lifted himself onto the heavy brown beast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 22:09:50</strong>
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				Viktor<br><br>Viktor stepped out of the manor, squinting at the brightness, with a snarl on his face. <em>I really don't want to do this, but.... well, let's put on a good show, shall we?</em> Sighing and changing his outward demeanor, he hurried over to the crowd. <br><br>"Fetch my horse, at once," he said to one of the stablehands as he passed by.<br><br>Viktor walked over to his brother, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Well, gentlemen, shall we get this hunt started? At this pace, we won't be back before nightfall." He glanced at the men and women gathered around, and offered them each a warm smile, stopping to gaze at Alfreic for a moment. Viktor felt he knew the man from somewhere, but could not quite remember, like a word on the tip of your tongue that can't quite be realized. That's when he noticed the sheep herder talking to a fine, young girl, and his attention shifted. <br><br>"What do we have here...." he mumbled as he walked over to the man. <br><br>"You, what is the meaning of all this racket this early in the morning? If your business is concluded, shouldn't you be moving on? Or.... is do you still have something else to offer..." He stared at the girl as he said this with a devious smirk playing on his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 22:32:16</strong>
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				<strong>Gregor Brun,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>"Ah, I see you've spotted my Marie," said Gregor, with a lecherous smile. He lowered his voice, as if to not offend the nearby cluster of noblewomen. "The sheep belong to m' lord, good sir, but that fine beast is all mine. An' she be for sale too, if that be your wish." The old man had an revolting look on his weathered face as he spoke of Marie. He absent-mindedly reached down and adjusted the growing bulge in his trousers.<br><br>Nearby, the young woman noticed the attention of the two men, and she blushed, turning away in shame. He was going to sell her, again. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but she never got used to being traded like an animal. She began to herd the sheep with her long crook, hoping that maybe a bit of distance from the gathered nobles would keep her safe from their predations.<br><br>"Aye, she be a willing one, that girl. Maybe I bring her back this evening, and we see what sort of arrangement we can strike, eh?" He chuckled as he tapped Viktor on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Oh, and if the other men wants to take turns too, Marie is a right willing bitch, she is, if you catch my meaning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 23:01:28</strong>
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				Viktor<br><br>Viktor frowned as the man spoke, feeling slightly urked and disappointed. "Used goods... You dare to sell me tainted meat, old man?"&nbsp; He walked away, disgusted, not because the man was trying to sell his daughter. No, that part he could appreciate. He just preferred to explore uncharted territory, and that wench had apparently been visited by many.&nbsp; He tossed the thought from his mind as he walked back to his brother.<br><br>"Are we to dawdle here all day like gossiping girls, then?" He mounted his horse, waiting expectantly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 02:24:04</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Front Lawn of Avonleigh:&nbsp; To Martin &amp; Viktor; re:&nbsp; Shepherd Girl</em><br></strong><hr>Alfreic was overcome by a paroxysm of laughter, after witnessing such a scene.&nbsp; Viktor and Martin were now in the business of buying shepherd girls?&nbsp; Oh, and Alfreic thought that he had fallen.&nbsp; Shaking his head from side to side, the beast of a man snatched his ornate saddle's pommel and lifted himself up into a comfortable seat, where he snickered and chuckled.&nbsp; Much the same way as it is with other men of his type, his laughter didn't seem joyous, however;&nbsp; it wasn't deriding or sarcastic.&nbsp; Indeed, it sounded downright sinister, and that very tone shielded Viktor and Martin from his ire.<br><br>The soldier was too far removed from the situation, however, to appreciate the fact that the shepherd girl, to be sold to the loitering nobility, might perceive his booming chuckles as excitement for the fracturing of her pelvis later this eve.&nbsp; In truth, Alfreic was much disinterested in these things, but he could be compelled, as all wicked persons, into unspeakable action.<br><br>&nbsp;"The bare-faced insolence," Alfreic said, &nbsp;"for a mundane man to sell a noble gold when it is but a copper pence."&nbsp; This was said more to himself, but evidently, it could be heard by all.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 02:35:56</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>,&nbsp; Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br><br>I nod to Imogene as she arrived, glad that she was alright, and speak to her. "I am glad to see that you are feeling better, Lady Imogene.&nbsp; And again, I am sorry for intruding into your chambers this morn.&nbsp; Is Emily doing well, then?"<br><br>The sudden laughter of the warrior made me tense again, and I ask, a little more coldly and quietly. "Would any of you happen to know whom that rather...uncouth individual is, and what he was just speaking of?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 03:47:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Ashley Browley Front Lawn of Avonleigh</strong> [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ashley frowed at the large and rather disgusting loud man seated in front of them all, then gave him her back as he was no concern of hers.&nbsp; Wanting to comfort her friends, she scowled, "Trust Victor to claim his friendship." Answering Sylria,&nbsp; Ashley waved her hand and whispered, "Oh fiddle on him, he is likely a great blowhard.&nbsp; We will soon be shut of him once we mount and start.&nbsp; Let's not let him ruin our day.&nbsp; Come Genie, there is the girl with our picnic luncheon."&nbsp; Ashley motioned to her sleepyheaded friend to move closer.&nbsp; "Now who is not going to do any fast riding or jumping today?"&nbsp; She queried.&nbsp; "I long to, but will give it up to carry the luncheon if you all wish to ride hard and jump as well."&nbsp; Ashley looked at her friends and waited for their answers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 20:40:15</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<hr><br>Kolette made a small squeak as Antoine molested her bottom, suppressing a small titter.&nbsp; Following his lead, however, she came to the gaggle of girls.&nbsp; "Hello, ladies, and how are you all this morning?&nbsp; I'm afraid I've mainly had the sheep to keep me company this morning, so it's very nice to see you all join us outside."<br><br>Looking at the horses brought out by the servants, Kolette peers at them.&nbsp; Not having any real equestrian training, she simply finds what she surmises to be a strong and fast looking male.&nbsp; Hiking her skirts up, she places a boot in the stirrup and takes several hops to swing herself over the saddle.<br><br>"Welcome, Mr. Slate.&nbsp; It's quite nice to have another join our party here, and on the hunt.&nbsp; I believe I have to agree with your assessment of the firearms:&nbsp; I'm much more comfortable with a bow in my hands.&nbsp; And all that noise and gunpowder is just a bit much for this lady, anyway.&nbsp; I wish you luck on the hunt."&nbsp; She smiles politely before encouraging the other girls to their horses.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Would any of you happen to know whom that rather...uncouth individual is, and what he was just speaking of?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Looking back at the group of men, Kolette pursed her lips thoughtfully.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...&nbsp; They don't really seem to be talking about sheep, however."&nbsp; The large, hawkish man seemed a bit darker than their other companions.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment: Appraise horses<br>Result: 15,<br>Total: 19<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Sense motive<br>Result: 13,<br>Total: 16</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/9246/mariebrun.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Brun,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br><br>"I don't charge for more than she's worth," Gregor rumbled at the mounted soldier, before really looking at him. The dark man was intimidating, and the shepherd decided against conversing further with him on the subject. "As you wish, m' Lords," he stated, before nodding to the young woman who stood in the middle of the herd.<br><br>Marie Brun was hardly a girl, but there was something about her that was broken and fragile. She avoided eye contact with just about everyone, her attention focused on the throngs of sheep as she tried to gather them. The animals seemed to trust her, and they were easily led by her gentle crook. <br><br>At one point she made eye contact with the group of young noblewomen. It was brief and hesitant, but she raised her hand the slightest bit, and made a feeble attempt at waving. She seemed lonely, and lost perhaps, as she moved away from the souls of Avonleigh. "Come on," she called to the beasts, her voice humble as she moved the herd.<br><br>Old man Brun started to follow. At one point, he lewdly adjusted himself and then spit off to the side into the grass. As he passed the noblewomen, he nodded his head and bowed. "Charmin' m' Ladies, to be meetin' you all." He winked and then hobbled off after Marie and the herd.<br><br>A good distance away, he turned, as if suddenly remembering something. The words he spoke next were difficult to clearly make out, and no one could be certain what exactly he said. The consensus later on, however, would be: "Oh, and if you're going out into tha woods, be watchful. Look out for the white wolf of Avonleigh!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:09:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2328986#msg2328986">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 11-10-2009, 20:40:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Looking at the horses brought out by the servants, Kolette peers at them.&nbsp; Not having any real equestrian training, she simply finds what she surmises to be a strong and fast looking male.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total; Comment: Appraise horses; Result: 15, Total: 19<br><br>Looking back at the group of men, Kolette pursed her lips thoughtfully.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...&nbsp; They don't really seem to be talking about sheep, however."&nbsp; The large, hawkish man seemed a bit darker than their other companions.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total; Comment: Sense motive; Result: 13, Total: 16<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kolette picks a fine mare. She's gentle and obedient, and most of all, the saddle is comfortable.<br><br>From the overheard snippets of conversation and by the looks given to Marie Brun, she can easily tell that the men are talking about the peasant girl. Moreover, from the way the old shepherd is behaving, Kolette can be fairly certain that the talk is sexual. Anything else would be a guess, unless she heard something specific to trigger suspicions that Gregor Brun was prostituting the young woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2327223#msg2327223">Quote from: Chelemar on 11-10-2009, 03:47:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ashley Browley Front Lawn of Avonleigh</strong> [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br><br>"Now who is not going to do any fast riding or jumping today?"&nbsp; She queried.&nbsp; "I long to, but will give it up to carry the luncheon if you all wish to ride hard and jump as well."&nbsp; Ashley looked at her friends and waited for their answers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>"My sister, for one, better not put herself in any danger," declared Lillian Montague as she exited Avonleigh Manor, the pretty Bella decorating her slender arm. Then, with a giggle, she added, "Of course I know that she will, so maybe it would be best for Bella and me to safeguard the feast." Lily laughed, the sound sweet, as she walked up to the young women; she gave Sylria a very warm and affectionate look, and added, "It would be a tragedy, after all, for both my sister and my pastries to get bruised in the same day."<br><br>A servant immediately brought exquisite mares out for the two, new ladies. Lillian's mount, Winter's Bliss, was a pure white beast. Bella's mare was golden. "Come on," she said, clapping her hands at everyone. "We've been waiting here for long enough, Frederick," and looking down at her sister and her friends, "and girls. I want to hunt today!"<br><br>Ivy held her hand down to Sylria, eyes bright and daring. "And since you don't know how to ride, cousin, why don't you share my mare. She's absolutely the best animal in Dementlieu, and a very gentle ride." Lily's voice was pretty, but sharp, and her words were hardly an offer. The eldest of the Montague girls commanded when she spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:51:14</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>I sigh and shake my head at the brief explanation of...Kolette, was it?&nbsp; Nothing like a situation that you knew nothing about to make things interesting.&nbsp; I reply simply to her. "Thank you, Lady Kolette.&nbsp; I'm still uncertain, but..."<br><br>Sighing, I shake my head.&nbsp; What a bloody <em>mess</em>.&nbsp; I wished I had my memory, but there was no way to get around that now.&nbsp; But then Lillian comes out, and I nod at her as she smiles at me.&nbsp; I smile slightly in return, still wary of the girl.&nbsp; She seemed far too high strung for my taste, and expected me to follow her orders.&nbsp; When she 'asked' me to share her mount, my own mood went...downhill.&nbsp; I look at her for a few moments, obviously considering like it <em>had</em> been a question, and then reply. "I suppose so, Lady Montague.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to inconvenience any others, though perhaps I should just stay behind."<br><br>I slowly walk toward her, knowing that she wouldn't want my latter option.&nbsp; She was too stubborn for that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:55:57</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Ivy gets a new look. This one is permanent. She's no longer blonde. :P<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Ivy laughed as her sister teased her. "Lily, you're so mean to me," she pouted, before she walked over to Imogene and grasped her hand. "Ashley already has a horse, and you know how scared I get sometimes, when we ride fast." Her eyes were gentle, pleading, a little bratty as she nearly begged, "You should ride with me, so that I'm not all alone."<br><br>A servant brought Ivy's horse, a filly named Apple Blossom, before the girls. "Come, on please," she begged, playfully tickling her friend. "We can even take turns at the reigns if you want to lead us for a little while."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 00:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2329481#msg2329481">Quote from: Myrleena on 11-10-2009, 23:51:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>When she 'asked' me to share her mount, my own mood went...downhill.&nbsp; I look at her for a few moments, obviously considering like it <em>had</em> been a question, and then reply. "I suppose so, Lady Montague.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to inconvenience any others, though perhaps I should just stay behind."<br><br>I slowly walk toward her, knowing that she wouldn't want my latter option.&nbsp; She was too stubborn for that.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Lillian smirked a bit as she watched the elf respond to her. It was clear that Sylria didn't want to come, that she didn't want to ride with Lily, and yet she was doing exactly that. It pleased Lily immensely when people did just as she asked. Of course Sylria wasn't really her cousin, but Lily had said it was so, and just like that it had become a fact.<br><br>Her hand wrapped around Sylria's wrist, and she helped to pull the elven girl up into her saddle. "That's it, just behind me," she said. She could feel Sylria's thin body in the saddle, up against her now. She adored the warmth of being so close to the exotic girl. "Don't be shy," she added, turning to look over her shoulder at Sylria. "Put your hands around my waist, and hold on tight. It wouldn't do for you to fall off."<br><br>Kicking the heels of her riding boots into the side of her mare, Lillian directed the beast into a slow, measured walk. Her horse was indeed magnificent, and more than that, it was completely loyal and obedient to Lillian Montague. As they moved toward the men at the front of the procession, she turned and spoke again to Sylria. "I...Thank you, Sylria, for coming." Lily's voice, always so confident, held something else in its depths. The tiniest bit of humility, maybe? "It means a lot to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 02:17:42</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To G. Brun re: M. Brun; to Kolette.</em><br></strong><hr>With great vividness did Alfreic imagine himself leaping from his horse armed with his beautifully crafted longsword (a heirloom from his storied family) and sinking steel into the gullet of that most lecherous and foul man, one Mr. Brun.&nbsp; He imagined the blood coursing like living streams from the sides of his mouth, and the creased stillness of a face full of panic.&nbsp; Alfreic could even hear the familiar crunch of the blade breaking ribs as it plunged inward.&nbsp; But that stout and wide-shouldered patriot couldn't stop his imagination there.&nbsp; No, Alfreic gleefully imagined slitting Martin's throat, cutting the shepherd girl in half and then slaughtering the gaggle of women, too.&nbsp; And, for a moment afterward, in the instance that a man shakes his head at a dream to ask incredulously why he could ever dream it, Alfreic was afraid of himself.<br><br>The horseman opened his eyes and simply watched Brun walk away, but he could not say that he could tolerate him.&nbsp; It was at that moment that Ms. Kolette spoke to him, and Alfreic found himself turning Hornet about so that he could face her.&nbsp; She spoke to him with a sense of familiarity, but he didn't really know if he knew Kolette, or whether or not he enjoyed her presence.&nbsp; He listened to her speak very carefully, and then, shook his head to indicate an accord.<br><br>&nbsp;"Aye, madam--but to say that the rapport is but off-putting is to think very little of such a fearsome thing,"&nbsp; he said, mildly.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I am afraid that I have forgotten your name, Miss...?"<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 21:03:44</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Imogene smiled around at her friends, then looked to Sylria, giving her a warm smile. "She's doing fine, she's sleeping. I was debating whether it would be safe to bring her along with us, but in the end..."<br><br>She frowned a bit. Imogene still had her doubts about leaving Emily alone. Well, she wasn't her daughter or anything like that, so it wasn't her problem what became of the girl. But still...<br><br>Shaking the thought out of her head, she became her shy, silent, mournful self again. As Ivy came over and held her hand, she squeezed it back, smiling gently.<br><br>"Of course I'll ride with you," she said softly, giggling. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, would I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 22:34:43</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>I smile back at Imogene, nodding to her. "Good.&nbsp; I'm glad that things weren't too disturbing from yesterday.&nbsp; Now, I'd like to talk more, but it seems that it's time to leave."<br><br>I awkwardly get into the saddle behind Lillian, frowning as I do so.&nbsp; I really did not like these creatures, much preferring my own feet for moving about.&nbsp; They might be slower than horses, but her feet were much more comfortable.&nbsp; I reluctantly do as she tells me, putting my hands around her waist.&nbsp; Something about it...made me feel odd, but I did it in spite of my hesitancy.&nbsp; I didn't want to fall off the horse, after all.&nbsp; A slightly surprised sound escapes my throat before I clamp it down and refuse to say more.<br><br>After a few moments Lillian spoke, and I consider her words.&nbsp; Was she actually humbled at all?&nbsp; Likely not.&nbsp; I speak, trying to time it so that it was not when my...rather abysmal stance caused the horse to jar my spine. "I was planning to come after a conversation with Ashley, Ivy, and...Imogene.&nbsp; But I do <em>not</em> take well to being given orders, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; And I will not acquiesce every time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 08:31:47</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<hr><br>Kolette ponders Gregor's parting words, sure she'd heard about some legendary wolf.&nbsp; Turning to Alfreic, "Kolette de Brest, sir.&nbsp; It's a pleasure," she smiled politely.&nbsp; "I do home Mr. Brun was exaggerating about that wolf, however.&nbsp; We don't need any competition on the hunt today..." she smiled wanly.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br>Comment: Knowledge local<br>Result: 16,<br>Total: 25</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:12:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2334475#msg2334475">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 13-10-2009, 08:31:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<hr><br>Kolette ponders Gregor's parting words, sure she'd heard about some legendary wolf...<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total, Comment: Knowledge local, Result: 16, Total: 25<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>You've heard stories in the past of a persistent predator wolf in the northern lands of Dementlieu. It is rumoured to have killed quite a few peasants. Of course they're only peasants, so no one really cares much; and it's probably just a story anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:37:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To Kolette.</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic reached into the shallow depths of his imperfect memory to no avail;&nbsp; try as he might, he could not remember a Ms. de Brest.&nbsp; He nodded cordially and mumbled something to the effect of:&nbsp; "I am not worthy to make your acquaintance."<br><br>In response to her concern towards the success of the hunt, Alfreic affected only a hint of interest, then nodded and spurred Hornet to get him to trot out.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Leave it to a jackal to warn of a wolf," the horseman said.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 21:24:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2332662#msg2332662">Quote from: Myrleena on 12-10-2009, 22:34:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>After a few moments Lillian spoke, and I consider her words.&nbsp; Was she actually humbled at all?&nbsp; Likely not.&nbsp; I speak, trying to time it so that it was not when my...rather abysmal stance caused the horse to jar my spine. "I was planning to come after a conversation with Ashley, Ivy, and...Imogene.&nbsp; But I do <em>not</em> take well to being given orders, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; And I will not acquiesce every time."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Lillian laughed as Sylria spoke, as if the pair were gossiping and Sylria had just told her a joke. "No, I don't peg you for the type. I don't think I'd find you half as interesting if you were just another limp doll." She put one of her hands over Sylria's, and then added, "Now hold on tight. We're going to be riding very, very fast and I don't want you to fall of. As long as you don't let go of me, I promise you'll be safe,"<br><br>The older of the Montague sisters kicked her mare in the sides, and the beast immediately launched into a sprint, tearing down the long driveway of Avonleigh. "Hyah!" she called out, and the beast began to gain speed. Dust spewed out behind them, and the wind whipped their hair furiously about. For the speed at which they moved, Lillian's mare was very comfortable; after the shock of sudden movement wore off, the two girls would both find themselves more or less at ease atop the swift horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 22:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>"Crazy girl," Frederick chuckled as Lillian and Sylria rode away. He guided his horse into a slow walk, circling the gathered nobles. "Alright, friends, let's go hunting. For those of you who are new to the sport, or for those pretty faces who come only to brighten my day," and here he gave the womenfolk a wide wave of his arm, "make sure to stay close. If you fancy yourself a master hunter, then trek as far from the rest of us as you'd like."<br><br>He nodded at the Dupont men, "Marcus and Richard have the guns, as well as a few bows for those among us who are more archaic." He winked at Alfriec. "When we get into more wild country, we can tie our horses up, and distribute them. Let's ride, friends!"<br><br>Frederick tapped his boots into the soft belly of the stallion he rode, and his mount took off, chasing after Lillian's own.
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				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 22:58:30</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Okay, the hunt has started. The characters will split off into at least two groups. Ivy's friends (Risa, Imogene, and Ivy) will likely diverge from the rest of the group to explore. Sylria can join them, if she chooses to; Lillian will obviously follow wherever she goes. Bella, Antoine, Estelle, Viktor, Frederick, etc. are likely to compose the hunting party.<br><br>The story will likely diverge into two paths, with the girls playing and exploring. The hunting group will have forested scenes involving the tracking of animals (and perhaps some more risque trysts), culminating with a few kills. We can draw this out for as long as everyone wishes to do so; conversely, it doesn't have to last terribly long at all.<br><br>I'm trying to give everyone a change of scenery, and I have a few plots lined up for both of the groups. Feel free to start conversations and scenes; if it gets too slow, we'll wrap things up and get back to the manor.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 23:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2336382#msg2336382">Quote from: Faeylin on 13-10-2009, 21:24:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Lillian laughed as Sylria spoke, as if the pair were gossiping and Sylria had just told her a joke. "No, I don't peg you for the type. I don't think I'd find you half as interesting if you were just another limp doll." She put one of her hands over Sylria's, and then added, "Now hold on tight. We're going to be riding very, very fast and I don't want you to fall of. As long as you don't let go of me, I promise you'll be safe,"<br><br>The older of the Montague sisters kicked her mare in the sides, and the beast immediately launched into a sprint, tearing down the long driveway of Avonleigh. "Hyah!" she called out, and the beast began to gain speed. Dust spewed out behind them, and the wind whipped their hair furiously about. For the speed at which they moved, Lillian's mare was very comfortable; after the shock of sudden movement wore off, the two girls would both find themselves more or less at ease atop the swift horse.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>I hold on with slightly gritted teeth and reply, my voice unsteady. "Wonderful.&nbsp; I need to remember to try and avoid horses as much as possible in the future.&nbsp; Mind, I <em>am</em> thankful to you for taking me in, Lady Lillian, but something is wrong around here.&nbsp; Ashley seems to agree with me, too.&nbsp; We were going to investigate the house, but talking out here seemed like a good idea.&nbsp; After all, how often do you see a book bleed on you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 23:53:01</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Imogene mentally smiled. She was not in any mood at the moment to give a real smile, though that would probably change soon, since she would be sharing the horse with Ivy. Looking at the younger girl in the corner of her eye, she watched Apple Blossom and a smile really appeared on her lips. She really loved the horse.<br><br>"Would you like to lead us first, Ivy?" she asked softly, still holding her hand, and she squeezed it gently, enjoying the comforting feeling of that soft hand in her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:22:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong></span> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella, Imogene Campbell]<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley felt along the underside of the Arabian mare she was given to ride.&nbsp; Foxfire was anything but passive and sedate and at 16 hands, was a good sized beauty.&nbsp; As she was wont, Ashley slipped a sugar cube into the mare's mouth and stroking her fine head, whispered encouraging and comforting words in a sing song voice.&nbsp; "You are a fine, lovely thing aren't you."&nbsp; She cooed. "We will jump well together."&nbsp; Motioning to the stable boy who had tended her Foxfire to give her his back, she stepped delicately on his back, and sat comfortably into her side saddle, adjusting her skirts so that her ankles were completely covered.&nbsp; She smiled her thanks to the boy, and threw him a tuppence as reward.&nbsp; Adjusting her reigns, Ashley shook her head no, denying the crop the boy handed her.&nbsp; She had never used a crop on a horse to get it to preform, and wouldn't start now.&nbsp; The mare shifted under Ashley and Ashley knew that Firefox was just as excited to get stared as she.&nbsp; Finally the Master of the Hunt had the huntsman blow the "draw" to bring the fox out.&nbsp; The dogs were let loose and the hunters were off. Finding that Foxfire had a delicate mouth, Ashley used a light touch on the reigns and held her back a bit allowing a bit of distance to build between the actual hunters and herself.&nbsp; Then, finally, she gave a light flick of her wrist and clucking allowed Foxfire her lead.&nbsp; The beautiful black broke into an even trot at first, moving her legs in unison in diagonal pairs.&nbsp; Ashley seeing a three foot fence ahead, flicked Foxfire into a canter and signaled her to take her to take her left lead.&nbsp; Circling to the inside, the Arabian brought her front forlocks up as she arched easily over the fence to land on first her left front leg and off they went again.&nbsp; Ashley's laugh rang out in the freedom of the trail, and throwing her hat from her head, she let loose the length of her hair to unravel down her shoulders and tumble to the middle of her back.&nbsp; Bringing Foxfire to a slow walk, Ashley looked about her for her friends, and seeing them&nbsp; not far behind,&nbsp; walked the mare who had preformed well for her over to meet up with them.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley's shining face and beaming smile told of her enjoyment of her ride, but that didn't stop her from flinging her arms wide, and exclaiming to her dear compatriots, "Isn't this glorious?"&nbsp; Breathing deep, she relished the smell of the sun, fresh air and even the horse flesh beneath her.&nbsp; Maybe all the bad things that had happened at Avonleigh had been well, flukes.&nbsp; Maybe, just maybe things were going to be fine.&nbsp; Ashley clutched that hope to her as tightly as she would a bosom friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:44:41</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella, Imogene Campbell]<hr><br>Not quite as comfortable on her mare as the others, Kolette simply kept pace with the others as best she could.&nbsp; Once the fox darted into the trees, she quite quickly lost all sight of it, instead following the others.&nbsp; She didn't like it when things hid in the forest:&nbsp; there were far too many nooks and crannies, trees and undergrowth to hide in.&nbsp; It made more sense to her to hide herself, putting the prey at ease before quietly approaching it and bringing it down with one arrow, but a lot of hunting seemed to be just chasing something around with dogs until it was too tired to run any more.<br><br>On the other hand, Ashley seemed to be enjoying all the running about, being quite good at it.&nbsp; As she rejoined the group, Kolette couldn't clap for her hands tightly clutching the reins, but smiled, "Good show, Ashley.&nbsp; You certainly have a way with animals," as she herself simply kept her mount moving forward with the rest, occasionally peering out into the trees for animals fleeing their noise.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:56:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong></span>, speaking to Kolette,&nbsp; The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella,]<br>&nbsp;<br>"Ashley's mouth twisted in a rueful smile at Kolette's words.&nbsp; "Thank you," she laughed a bit breathlessly, but you wouldn't think so if you would see me with Papa's hounds.&nbsp; Drawing a face, she continued, "The beasts hate me, and I fear I am no friend of theirs.&nbsp; He has twelve of the things and they run roughshod over the place."&nbsp; Grimmacing at the thought, Ashley shook her head.&nbsp; Then, thinking again of her ride, she smiled, "But horses, I have loved since before I can remember."&nbsp; Leaning forward, she stroked the mare's fine, strong neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 03:27:17</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Pensive, Re:&nbsp; Kolette, Ashley;&nbsp; accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr><br>Ashley vaguely reminded Alfreic of himself when he first came into the possession of Hornet.&nbsp; The caramel was just a pony then, given to him by a friend of his father's.&nbsp; He recalled the first few afternoons when Hornet and himself trod across the plains and foothills of Lucine at breakneck speed, laughing hesitantly against the gushing wind.&nbsp; But that seemed so long ago now, and Alfreic did not know what it was like to enjoy a ride.&nbsp; Not when one had had their fill of riding on horseback.<br><br>But that massive muscled beast couldn't forget so easily what it was like to run for no reason other than to feel the ether.&nbsp; At Ashley's demonstration, Hornet became willful and disobedient to his master's soft-spoken command.&nbsp; The devil eyed his master from beyond the haunch as if to say, 'come on, dad--let's go!' but Alfreic would have none of it.&nbsp; He neighed and nipped, and for no other reason than because he was angry, he kicked at the hounds accompanying them.&nbsp; But Alfreic did not relent on his reign and held Hornet steady with a great deftness.&nbsp; Hornet lowered his head, seemingly defeated.<br><br>There were not very many things that Alfreic could enjoy in life, but he did at the very least enjoy his horse.&nbsp; He enjoyed his quirks and his impurities, and it brought Alfreic a great deal of guilt to see Hornet so.&nbsp; He watched Ashley return, pawing at the side of Hornet's neck, inaudibly cooing his animal into calmness.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am ashamed to say that I am markedly jealous of the freedom she enjoys," Alfreic said to no one in particular about Ashley with a deep sense of melancholy.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Were it that my bones did not ache and my mind did not wander, there would be no hill left standing that I wouldn't charge up and over.&nbsp; I am certain that good old Hornet wouldn't mind."&nbsp; <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 23:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2336899#msg2336899">Quote from: Risa on 13-10-2009, 23:53:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>"Would you like to lead us first, Ivy?" she asked softly, still holding her hand, and she squeezed it gently, enjoying the comforting feeling of that soft hand in her own.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Ivy nodded, and pulled her friend closer to the horse. "Alright, then. I'll get up first, and you can climb up after me, just like at home," she said, her face bright and cheery. Of course she meant her home; after all, whenever the three girls spent time together, it was almost always Imogene and Ashley that came to stay with Ivy at her family estate.<br><br>She put one foot into the stirrups, and tried to pull herself up, but she sunk back down miserably. Trying again, she failed again. "I can't seem to get up today," she whimpered to Imogene. "My arms hurt. Will you help push me up?" she begged, trying again to pull her small body up and atop Apple Blossom. It was kind of funny, because back at the Montague estate, Ivy actually had a stool she used to climb onto her horse; apparently it had been left behind for the trip.<br><br>Ivy continued with her struggle to get up onto Apple Blossom. Her bottom, covered in the smooth leather of riding pants, was very much in poor Imogene's face. All it would take was a gentle push, and Ivy would likely have the momentum to slip up onto the gorgeous mare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 23:36:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2336841#msg2336841">Quote from: Myrleena on 13-10-2009, 23:35:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>I hold on with slightly gritted teeth and reply, my voice unsteady. "Wonderful.&nbsp; I need to remember to try and avoid horses as much as possible in the future.&nbsp; Mind, I <em>am</em> thankful to you for taking me in, Lady Lillian, but something is wrong around here.&nbsp; Ashley seems to agree with me, too.&nbsp; We were going to investigate the house, but talking out here seemed like a good idea.&nbsp; After all, how often do you see a book bleed on you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>The horse moved quickly for some time, and even Ashley with her heated running, did not catch up with Lillian's exquisite mare; poor Bella had been left clear behind. Sylria spoke to her, but the Montague girl did not immediately respond. Instead, she ignored Sylria for a moment, until there was a branch off of the road. Lillian took the path, and the pair passed into the shelter of woodland trees and forest. Though the day outside had been mildly gloomy, in the forest every bit of sunlight was precious and to be revered. Light streamed down between branches, slivers of it casting shadows on the leafy ground beneath the mare's hooves.<br><br>"Sorry about that," said Lillian, bringing Winter's Bliss to a slow canter, and then to a gentle walk. "I actually had plans to steal you away today, and we had to leave the rest of them behind in order for me to do so." She smiled, and though Sylria could not see her face, it was likely that she could feel the smile anyway, in Lily's mood. "The forest? Does it, set you more at ease? I've read that elves like the forests."<br><br>She turned, and looked over her shoulder, at Sylria. The other woman's hands were still clasped around her body, even though the horse was no longer running at a dangerous pace. "Would you like to tell me about your book?" she asked, as if to show she had indeed been listening earlier.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:07:23</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> I actually had something a little bit different in mind for the hunt, so I'm going to rework things a bit to get it slightly back on track. The hunting group is more likely to head off into the countryside, and set up camp somewhere for the day. I see them breaking off into small groups, to hunt larger game, like deer, or perhaps a bear, even.<br><br>As soon as Imogene and Ivy get on their horse, and catch up, Ashley, they'll draw you off with them. Feel free to keep chatting with Kolette for a tiny bit longer, if you'd like. Phantom, if you'd like to join in, that would probably be best. If you and Kolette are getting along well enough, I could see you two keeping each other company for a bit of the story. <br><br>As in my new philosophy, everyone has at least one dedicated NPC to play with if you find things getting stale between players. For Kolette, that's Antoinette; for Phantom, that can be Bella for the moment (although I'm working on one or two other plot points for him as well). Ashley has someone incoming, and for now she has Ivy and Imogene to keep her company as well. Viktor Martin has his own plans going on currently, with Richard Dupont and Estelle.<br><br><hr><br>The dogs chase wildly after the fox, but they gradually begin to lose its trail. Barking and whelping loudly, they make quite a bit of noise at where they think it went: under a log, and further back into overgrown brush.<br><br>Frederick Martin, accompanied by many of the others who have stayed with the group, yells out. "Leave it! Leave it! The fox is just a game to get started, and it has outwitted the dogs, so let it go." In truth, Frederick had never enjoyed hunting with dogs. They were loud, and he much preferred to sneak up on his prey, and to take his animals down with a single, precise shot.<br><br>The older Dupont man nodded to some servants, and they went ahead, and leashed the animals. "We're not far from Avonleigh," he grumbled. "Walk them back to the manor and put them at ease. I think Lord Frederick wants to be done with the beasts."<br><br>Estelle was on her own horse, near to the younger of the Duponts. Richard Dupont was speaking with her, and she laughed at something he said, her voice silvery and fluid, like a serpent's tongue. It was clear to any who were observant that she was coming onto the man, and for his part, he seemed comfortable handling a noble lady. They were engaged in conversation with one another for much of the morning.<br><br>Poor Bella came riding back to the gathered horses, and shrugged, as if to say she had no clue where Lily and Sylria went off to.<br><br>Then Frederick spoke again, "Come on, friends, let's travel off the road, and into the country, and see if we can't find a good place to set up camp, and perhaps hunt some game."<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:41:43</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Miss Colleen Windower is a new character, but most of you will not be able to interact with her. She is either a ghost, or a manifestation of Alfreic's mind, or something else entirely. <strong>Only Alfreic can see or hear or interact with her. Even if your character has the ability to see or sense spirits, please do not assume you can see her. If she ever does appear to anyone else, for any reason, I will explicitly say so.</strong><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>She sat beside him, on her own gorgeous horse. The beast was a brilliant orange-brown, and it had always been eye-catching. That's how they first me, wasn't it? He had had seen her horse and come over to admire it, and there, atop the glorious beast was a woman even more radiant. What was its name? Oh yes, Autumn's Crisp.<br><br>But Alfreic ignored her these days. He spoke to other women, and pretended as if she weren't there, watching him...listening to his every word. He didn't love her anymore...never had. At night, when he slept, she cried in his room, begging him to just love her again. She was pure chaos, and though Alfreic could pretend that she wasn't there, she knew that he knew that she knew he was always aware of her presence. Beside him. In him. Black and cancerous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 01:07:55</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>Imogene tried to hide her blush as she watched Ivy try to mount the horse. She smiled and giggled a bit, though. She knew that Ivy usually had to use a stool to get on the horse, being so small. It was just one of those many cute things about her.<br><br>Slightly hesitant, she placed each of her hands on Ivy's waist, and gave her a gentle push onto the horse, before getting on herself.<br><br><em>She's your friend,</em> she told herself as she held onto Ivy, hopefully not too tight, but tight enough to keep herself from falling off. She had to control the thoughts swimming through her head. <em>One of your best friends.</em> But even though she kept telling herself that, the thought still remained that she wished that they could share more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 01:14:49</strong>
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				Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.<br><br>Viktor yawned atop his dark gelding. Hunting was always such a waste of time. He garnered no enjoyment from it, but it was an excellent opportunity to mingle and keep up his glamour. Viktor stayed close to his brother, following his lead. He was actually quite relieved when Fredrick sent the dogs off. Dogs were loud and obnoxious, and sensed the evil intentions of men all too easily. Kids and dogs. Viktor's world would be a much better place without either of them.<br><br>Not many words escaped Viktor's mouth as he sat on his horse. Thinking was more his specialty, scheming and conniving to further his gains. But occasionally even this human snake could find the fun in something mundane, albeit not often.<br><br>Viktor kept an eye on Estelle - she was coming along nicely, he thought to himself. A fine protege. He was pleased with her progress with the Dupont boy. His book would be back in its place by tomorrow, and the Duponts would be none the wiser. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 01:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2340743#msg2340743">Quote from: Faeylin on 14-10-2009, 23:36:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>The horse moved quickly for some time, and even Ashley with her heated running, did not catch up with Lillian's exquisite mare; poor Bella had been left clear behind. Sylria spoke to her, but the Montague girl did not immediately respond. Instead, she ignored Sylria for a moment, until there was a branch off of the road. Lillian took the path, and the pair passed into the shelter of woodland trees and forest. Though the day outside had been mildly gloomy, in the forest every bit of sunlight was precious and to be revered. Light streamed down between branches, slivers of it casting shadows on the leafy ground beneath the mare's hooves.<br><br>"Sorry about that," said Lillian, bringing Winter's Bliss to a slow canter, and then to a gentle walk. "I actually had plans to steal you away today, and we had to leave the rest of them behind in order for me to do so." She smiled, and though Sylria could not see her face, it was likely that she could feel the smile anyway, in Lily's mood. "The forest? Does it, set you more at ease? I've read that elves like the forests."<br><br>She turned, and looked over her shoulder, at Sylria. The other woman's hands were still clasped around her body, even though the horse was no longer running at a dangerous pace. "Would you like to tell me about your book?" she asked, as if to show she had indeed been listening earlier.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>I hold on tightly, afraid of falling off at this speed.&nbsp; What was this girl doing?&nbsp; It wasn't like we were being chased by soldiers, or anything like that!&nbsp; But at long last Lillian slowed the horse, and I breathed a sigh of relief at the lack of jarring motion.&nbsp; With the horse at a walk, I could actually be certain of holding on.&nbsp; The forest was beautiful around us, but something in it, like everything else since I woke up, felt somehow...wrong.&nbsp; Different.&nbsp; I listen to Lillian and can feel her smile, and then look around us.<br><br>"Yes, I am more at ease in the woods.&nbsp; It puts me more in touch with nature, even if this place feels different.&nbsp; Almost...alien, I suppose.&nbsp; But that is probably mostly because <em>I</em> am alien.&nbsp; Without a past, and likely without a future." I tell her, my voice relaxing a little for the first time in a while, gazing around me. "But my book?&nbsp; It depends on if you mean <em>my</em> book, or the book I found in your library before I fell asleep in my chair.&nbsp; The one from your library was...odd.&nbsp; It had some letters drawn in the dust on its spine, and then, while I was speaking with Ashley, the letters began to bleed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:24:49</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To Windower:&nbsp; accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr><br>What troubled, startled mind could decipher the wails of that sour and forbidden temptress?&nbsp; Just as Alfreic was coming for a gasp of air by watching Ashley, he was immersed in the unmerciful lamentations of his lady love.&nbsp; But she did not exist, he said to himself.&nbsp; Surely, she was an apparition, sent to haunt him.&nbsp; Surely, she was guilt manifest.&nbsp; Surely, she was a whisper from beyond the grave to bring him message of a lost memory.&nbsp; She could have been a thousand things, but the one thing she was not was real.&nbsp; And to wit, this was why Alfreic hated her.<br><br>For Miss Colleen Windower was stunningly beautiful.&nbsp; She was sage beyond the kin of man.&nbsp; But herein, within the bowl of spirits, she remained to haunt a man that had no association to her save that he loved her with his whole heart.<br><br>Somberly, Mr. Slate, though he was truly a Major in Her Majesty's Army, let there be no mistake, followed the train of hunters through the countryside aboard his fearsome steed, all the while ruminating on his quarrel with the woman beside and not beside him.&nbsp; Surely, there can be no better position in an argument.&nbsp; He was, and she wasn't, and that was why he should not love her.&nbsp; And her, that vile creature, who loved him merely because he was and she wasn't!&nbsp; For what manner of business has a woman of this breed have with a man of Alfreic's manner and demeanor?&nbsp; None whatsoever.&nbsp; Oh how cruelly the truth cut Alfreic.&nbsp; How desperately did he want to love her!&nbsp; How he longed to have no knowledge of his foolishness.&nbsp; How he longed to return to that moment on the hill when he made love to that queen, that goddess, that being that cannot be defined by words alone!&nbsp; But he knew that he could not...&nbsp; not now, not after what had happened.<br><br>&nbsp;"Witch," Alfreic muttered sadly.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:59:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2341040#msg2341040">Quote from: Risa on 15-10-2009, 01:07:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br><br>...<br><br><em>She's your friend,</em> she told herself as she held onto Ivy, hopefully not too tight, but tight enough to keep herself from falling off. She had to control the thoughts swimming through her head. <em>One of your best friends.</em> But even though she kept telling herself that, the thought still remained that she wished that they could share more.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Atop Apple Blossom [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy was terribly relieved when she finally got atop her mare. "Thank you so much," she lavished on Imogene, offering her small arm to help pull the other girl up as well. "This is going to be so much fun, and I'm happy to have you so close to me. Now all we need to do is catch up with Ashley!" Ivy's hand slipped down to tickle Imogene's arms, wrapped around her waist and tummy. "I love riding horses. I'm glad you do too," she smiled out the words, before sending the mare on her way.<br><br>Apple Blossom was a gentle beast, with a coat of white and speckled caramel. There were pretty braids in the beast's mane; Imogene had helped Ivy with those. Though Ivy pretended to be as wild and capable as Ashley, she didn't stir her horse into a run with quite as much intensity as Ashley had. A gentle gallop, and the two girls found themselves moving at a good pace down the road. Up ahead, the rest of their friends waited.<br><br>"We're going to have so much fun, once we sneak off," said Ivy to her close and intimate friend. "I was thinking maybe we could find a bit of forest, and play hide-and-seek." Her face was red from the excitement of the run. "Or," and here she turned downright crimson, "maybe we could play a circle of secrets-or-challenges. I have the most embarrassing and shameful thing to tell you and Ashley." She was giggling now, as they rode up to the third member of their little circle.<br><br>"Are you ready, Ashley? We have to sneak off quickly, before anyone can notice we're gone. Either that, or Marcus will send his son to look after us." Ivy put a hand to her giggling mouth, and pointed at Richard Dupont and Estelle, deep in a passionate conversation. "Besides," she whispered, "it looks like he really wants to kiss her. I bet they'll be flirting all day, and we wouldn't want to ruin it for them, would we?" That was a very noticeable change in innocent Ivy, and it's likely that both of her friends would have caught it. Normally ever-so-naive, Ivy had not talked about kissing or romance, or anything of the sort before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 00:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2341125#msg2341125">Quote from: Myrleena on 15-10-2009, 01:38:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br>....<br>"Yes, I am more at ease in the woods.&nbsp; It puts me more in touch with nature, even if this place feels different.&nbsp; Almost...alien, I suppose.&nbsp; But that is probably mostly because <em>I</em> am alien.&nbsp; Without a past, and likely without a future." I tell her, my voice relaxing a little for the first time in a while, gazing around me. "But my book?&nbsp; It depends on if you mean <em>my</em> book, or the book I found in your library before I fell asleep in my chair.&nbsp; The one from your library was...odd.&nbsp; It had some letters drawn in the dust on its spine, and then, while I was speaking with Ashley, the letters began to bleed."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>Lillian's eyes opened a bit. "You have a book too? And a book from my library?" She could feel the heat of the girl behind her, against her back. It was distracting. Combined with the movement of Lillian's body in the saddle, it bordered on arousing. "You said, that a book bled on you?" Her mind was trying to make sense of what the elf was telling her, and at the same time she was warring with her own thoughts. Lillian had taken lovers before, and she wondered what her friends would say and think if she attempted to seduce this elven mystery.<br><br>"Sylria? What do you think about getting down off this mare? We can sit beneath a tree, if you like, and talk for a bit? I...have some things that I should tell you, about this land, and why I claimed you as a relative, even though we both know you clearly aren't from my bloodline. And you can tell me about the book as well. If something is bothering you at Avonleigh, I want to know about it."<br><br>The girl licked her lips, and gently pulled on the reigns. Winter's Bliss came to a stop before an elder tree; it was tall with widespread branches, and there was a bed of leaves at it's base from the prior fall. Lily dismounted easily, sliding from the mare. She put one hand on Sylria's thigh, over her dress, as if to reassure her. "Come, lean down and put your hands on my shoulders and I'll help you off, so you don't fall and hurt yourself." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 00:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2341278#msg2341278">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 15-10-2009, 02:24:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...<br><br>How he longed to have no knowledge of his foolishness.&nbsp; How he longed to return to that moment on the hill when he made love to that queen, that goddess, that being that cannot be defined by words alone!&nbsp; But he knew that he could not...&nbsp; not now, not after what had happened.<br><br>&nbsp;"Witch," Alfreic muttered sadly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>"A witch? Hardly," she said beside him, with a little giggle. Her words were dark and knowing, different from the innocent girl he had first met and much closer to the jaded woman he had left behind. "There are quite a few pretty girls here at Avonleigh, Alfreic." Her horse moved closer to his, so that she could speak in a more conspiratorial tone. "That Ashley is quite wild, and I'd love to see you tame her. But for an appetizer, Miss Kolette seems like quite the whore. I think you should ravish her first."<br><br>Colleen's face was full of amusement. "Oh, I'm not jealous, my dearest. I remember the way you throbbed for me, always so full of lust. Go, and have your fill of them." Her eyes were dark and venomous, but her mood was entirely playful. "Don't worry, when you bed them I'll be watching. I promise!" She giggled again, and then added. "Come on, you shouldn't miss the hunt, my beloved. Let's catch up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 01:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2344522#msg2344522">Quote from: Faeylin on 16-10-2009, 00:17:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>Lillian's eyes opened a bit. "You have a book too? And a book from my library?" She could feel the heat of the girl behind her, against her back. It was distracting. Combined with the movement of Lillian's body in the saddle, it bordered on arousing. "You said, that a book bled on you?" Her mind was trying to make sense of what the elf was telling her, and at the same time she was warring with her own thoughts. Lillian had taken lovers before, and she wondered what her friends would say and think if she attempted to seduce this elven mystery.<br><br>"Sylria? What do you think about getting down off this mare? We can sit beneath a tree, if you like, and talk for a bit? I...have some things that I should tell you, about this land, and why I claimed you as a relative, even though we both know you clearly aren't from my bloodline. And you can tell me about the book as well. If something is bothering you at Avonleigh, I want to know about it."<br><br>The girl licked her lips, and gently pulled on the reigns. Winter's Bliss came to a stop before an elder tree; it was tall with widespread branches, and there was a bed of leaves at it's base from the prior fall. Lily dismounted easily, sliding from the mare. She put one hand on Sylria's thigh, over her dress, as if to reassure her. "Come, lean down and put your hands on my shoulders and I'll help you off, so you don't fall and hurt yourself."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>"Yes, I have a book." I acknowledge, and add, somewhat sadly. "It is written in my own hand, and has spells within, as well as others that I am unable to decipher as of yet.&nbsp; Perhaps more spells, perhaps a journal.&nbsp; I do not know yet.&nbsp; But as for the book from your..."<br><br>I pause as she speaks again, and smile in some relief. "Of course we can stop.&nbsp; I'm rather...uncomfortable on this horse.&nbsp; I'm certain that she's a wonderful creature, but I have no idea how to ride."<br><br>I wait for her to get off, and blink in confusion at the touch of her hand on my thigh, but place my hands on her shoulders to help me get down from the horse.&nbsp; After getting down I check the leaves under the tree to ensure that there was nothing that might hurt me, and then sit carefully.&nbsp; I ponder for a minute before speaking. "I would like to hear about this land, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I would like to know why you did a few things, but I think it important that you know what is going on.&nbsp; Last eve I went into your library, as I wasn't given a room, and was unable to sleep.&nbsp; While there I looked around and found that it was a very extensive library, and places like that comfort me.&nbsp; Perhaps because I practice magic, but that is beside the point.&nbsp; I found that, oddly, despite the fact it hadn't been cleaned in ages, there were fingerprints, like those of a child's, along the lower shelves in the room.&nbsp; Since I was curious, I looked through the room, and found on one book, one of fairy tales, the beginning of a word or name was written on the spine in dust.&nbsp; It was J-U-S-T-I, but stopped there.&nbsp; I began to read it, but finally fell asleep only partway into the book."<br><br>I pause for a long moment, thinking for a minute, and shake my head. "I would dismiss the dream as just that, a dream, save for two things.&nbsp; The first is that elves don't dream.&nbsp; When we sleep, our minds wander through our own memories, but I have none, so I should have remembered nothing but my last two weeks.&nbsp; The second was when Ashley came into the room.&nbsp; She and I were talking, and then I heard a giggle from the air around us.&nbsp; That was when I found that the letters drawn on the book were pouring out blood into my lap.&nbsp; Lady Lillian, I am afraid that something is wrong with your new manor.&nbsp; Perhaps it is a haunt, but perhaps something worse.&nbsp; Perhaps I am only paranoid, due to all that has happened, but I think you should know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 01:53:50</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To Windower:&nbsp; re:&nbsp; Miss de Brest;&nbsp; accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr><br>Sweat glistened down Alfreic's brow, but it was not the sun that made him perspire.&nbsp; Indeed, his stoic and grim countenance appeared altogether more taut now as he controlled Hornet through the countryside.&nbsp; He was doing his best to ignore the devil on his shoulder, but to no avail--her sonorous voice was intoxicating and her supplications were what he wanted, but had never known he wanted.&nbsp; No, Alfreic had not perceived Miss de Brest as an object to be ravished before Miss Windower had mentioned it.&nbsp; He had not desired Ashley at all, but now he had to grit his teeth from charging her, smashing over her and then injecting himself into her.&nbsp; Alfreic's grimace turned into a vile smirk as he became mesmerized, and seemingly possessed, by the apparition's provocations.<br><br>He became wanton with lust, and Alfreic's lust was like a tempest.&nbsp; He imagined wrapping his hands around Kolette's delicate silken throat and squeezing it as he overpowered her.&nbsp; He imagined crying out like a wolf as he ejaculated over her, laughing gloriously in the moonlight with sweat covering every hump and fold of his chiseled figure.<br><br>Alfreic was startled at the possible evil of her affectations, and was quickly overcome with guilt.&nbsp; His fists tightened into massive fists that clutched his reins tightly, and he forced Hornet to make good time to join the group ahead.<br><br>&nbsp;"I have learned in my time that that which is beautiful is not truly beautiful," Alfreic whispered, afraid that the others might here him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I beg of you, do not do this...&nbsp; do not incite me.&nbsp; I swear to you, gheist, that I shall rid myself of you forever if you do."<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:04:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong>, (going off trail with Ivy and Imogene)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley smiled as her dearest friends approach her.&nbsp; Firefox paced restlessly in place now anxious to ride again, but Ashley held her back. Ashley raised an eyebrow at Ivy's statement, but softened it with a warm smile to let Ivy know no matter what Ivy said, she loved her. She had never known Ivy to do an untoward thing in her life, so to hear that she had some news that might tantalize was shocking indeed.&nbsp; But, she would not judge the younger woman.&nbsp; Ashely didn't care what her friends did, she loved them no matter what.&nbsp; She did stifle a giggle when Ivy spoke of Richard and Estelle, not so much that they might kiss, but that sweet Ivy had noticed anyone having anything close to a romantic moment. Ashley knew that she herself was considered naive and quite innocent by the standards of some of their group, but compaired to Ivy, even she, who had allowed John McGuire to kiss her cheek, was a hoyden.&nbsp; 'Ah well, she couldn't stop the twinge of sadness, the baby is growing up no matter what.'&nbsp; she marked to herself.&nbsp; 'Best to put a good face on and go with the day.'&nbsp; &nbsp;Putting one finger up to her lips to signal the girls not to speak, Ashley wiggled her eyebrows at them and nodded yes to let Ivy know she was quite ready.&nbsp; Pointing to her left, she motioned that she has found&nbsp; an interesting site to picnic and play. Ashley lead Firefox off in a slow trot down the trail while keeping abreast of Ivy and Genie .&nbsp; Giggling, she leaned toward the girls to confide, "I have found a delightful little spot with a brook running through and it even has a fairy ring!"&nbsp; She added for Ivy, knowing how very much the minx loved weaving tales of fairies and magic, "and a grand weeping willow,"&nbsp; she added for Genie who adored the poetic nature of the droopingly melancholy tree.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The spring looks deep enough to enjoy a refreshing swim after our ride as well, and even more important, there is a small grotto in which to duck should anyone chance upon it so that we would not be seen."&nbsp; Ashley's eye's were alight with the thought of some swimming, something she hadn't had the enjoyment of in ages.&nbsp; "Would that spot suit you both?"&nbsp; She smiled to show she did not mind where they went as long as they went together.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:19:13</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Atop Apple Blossom [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene smiled as the horse came to a run as they went to catch up with Ashley. She'd always loved it, the thrill of going so fast on a horse, racing, or merely walking around to enjoy the scenery. Her grip became slightly tighter as they accelerated, and she let out a sigh as they stopped, though her heart was still beating rhythmically against her chest.<br><br>"Hm, those two do seem a bit close," she said, giggling and trying to make herself sound innocent. But oh, she couldn't hide the fact that she wasn't for too long. She was nearing womanhood, after all. She would probably have had a husband by now, if she hadn't been so defiant toward her parents. And she, also, noticed that Ivy seemed to be doing a bit of growing up herself. At the thought of swimming in a secluded, private brook, however, her face turned promptly red again and she smiled, nodding in Ashley's direction as she moved to press her face against Ivy's shoulder
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:22:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2344784#msg2344784">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 16-10-2009, 01:53:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">....<br>Alfreic was startled at the possible evil of her affectations, and was quickly overcome with guilt.&nbsp; His fists tightened into massive fists that clutched his reins tightly, and he forced Hornet to make good time to join the group ahead.<br><br>&nbsp;"I have learned in my time that that which is beautiful is not truly beautiful," Alfreic whispered, afraid that the others might here him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I beg of you, do not do this...&nbsp; do not incite me.&nbsp; I swear to you, gheist, that I shall rid myself of you forever if you do."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>"Why just the one, my love?" she asked, like a whisper in his ear. "Imagine the feel of one girl's throat crushing beneath your strong hand, your body consuming her even as you steal her life away. Oh, how hard it would make you to see the fear in the another girl's eyes when she realized that she was next. One, two...why stop there, my beloved." The moment Alfriec turned to see if she was still there, he found that she wasn't. Colleen was gone, and he was left alone once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2345034#msg2345034">Quote from: Chelemar on 16-10-2009, 03:04:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong>, (going off trail with Ivy and Imogene)</span><br>...<br>"The spring looks deep enough to enjoy a refreshing swim after our ride as well, and even more important, there is a small grotto in which to duck should anyone chance upon it so that we would not be seen."&nbsp; Ashley's eye's were alight with the thought of some swimming, something she hadn't had the enjoyment of in ages.&nbsp; "Would that spot suit you both?"&nbsp; She smiled to show she did not mind where they went as long as they went together. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> On the Road [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"That sounds perfect," exclaimed Ivy, clapping her hands together. The horse beneath Ivy and Imogene stirred, not sure what its rider wanted. "Easy girl," cooed Ivy, rolling her head back against Imogene as she felt her friend's warm breath in the crook of her neck. She giggled, saying, "Stop that! It tickles!" She laughed again, and then leaned back towards Imogene. "Okay, don't stop. It does feel kind of nice."<br><br>Ivy nodded to Ashley, her face still very cheery. "That sounds really wonderful, Ashley. Will you lead us? I think it would be wonderful to go swimming, and I'm sure you picked out a wonderful spot for us all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 06:37:13</strong>
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				"Wonderful," Ashley exclaimed.&nbsp; This way, she motioned to her left, and led her friends off through to follow a small deer trail that had quite a few twist and turns, but was still a wonderful ride for the ladies.&nbsp; The forest broke and where there had been shafts of sunlight before, here the full brightness of the sun dazzled the eyes as the light bounced off the slowly flowing waters.&nbsp; Ashley led Foxfire over to the single Oak which stood lone sentinel at the shore of the stream, and tied her close enough to reach for a drink, but far enough away to keep a safe footing and reach the tasty grasses growing around nearby.&nbsp; Turning she beamed at Genie and Ivy,&nbsp; Isn't it darling here?&nbsp; She had fallen immediately in love with the spot.&nbsp; Pointing just North of where she was standing, was a circle of daisies.&nbsp; "Look Ivy, there is your Fairy Ring." She giggled.&nbsp; "Maybe we could share stories there."&nbsp; Then, pointing just West, and "there dear Genie, there is your Willow, maybe we could luncheon there in its heavenly shade.&nbsp; Whatever you two want to do.&nbsp; I'm not bothered."&nbsp; Then giving them a cheeky grin, "Long as I get a swim in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 12:00:54</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> On the Road [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene grinned lightly at her reaction and kissed the nape of her neck lightly, pulling away to look at Ashley, slightly flushed. They usually played like that together, tickling each other and touching here and there, kissing. But it meant more to her now, and what she had said confused her. She thought "felt nice?" A blush seemed to creep up her neck as she cleared her throat, looking to Ashley.<br><br>The spot that they had ended up at made her gasp. It was quite beautiful, probably was as amazing in the dark as at night. Her eyes were nearly sparkling at the sight of all the colors and the soft sound of the flowing stream. As they slowed, Imogene slipped off of Apple Blossom, taking careful precautions so that she wouldn't hurt herself, like she had so many times trying to get off a horse (though, admittedly she had been young then), and held out a hand for Ivy's to help her down.<br><br>"This is an amazing place, Ashley," she said, her voice breathless and in awe as she looked over to her, her smile wide and her eyes shining. She hadn't forgotten about her feelings about her, of course. It was all just so confusing that she had to shake her head a bit to get the thoughts out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 21:57:36</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Just in case you guys don't know, Aimee Lisle is the maid that attends primarily to Lillian Montague, but she does also help Ivy with dressing and other small chores.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy directed Apple Blossom after Foxfire, and it wasn't long before they traveled to the beautiful spot Ashley had picked out for them. She smiled as her good friend pointed out the fairy circle, and the grand weeping willow tree as well. Ivy's eyes, however, were very much focused on the wide pool of the natural spring.<br><br>It wasn't particularly huge, but it was still a good size, and it sure did look deep; like a medium-sized pond, except the water wasn't mucky or dirty. It was clean and clear and undisturbed, and the water rustled as if there were an underwater current emanating from somewhere. Across the reflective water, the pool broke off into a stream that meandered it's way into the thick of the forest. It was absolutely breathtaking.<br><br>"I vote we go for a swim now," she giggled, after accepting Imogene's aid in getting down from her horse. She tethered Apple Blossom a fair distance from Foxfire, and under similiar conditions, before she began to undress. "Come on, it would be so lovely to go for a swim, and Ashley obviously agrees with me."<br><br>The girl began to undo ribbons at her waist and sleeves, and she unbuttoned pearl buttons that held her dress in place. It wasn't long before she had pulled her dress over her head, and she was now fumbling with the strings at the back of her corset. "Maybe we should have brought at least one servant along with us. The knots that Aimee ties are so hard for me to get out." She looked, with pleading eyes, at her two friends. "Someone please help me," she begged with wide, kittenish eyes, before she broke into saccharine giggles. "This is going to be so much fun!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:19:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2341060#msg2341060">Quote from: Alluistras on 15-10-2009, 01:14:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.<br>...<br><br>Viktor kept an eye on Estelle - she was coming along nicely, he thought to himself. A fine protege. He was pleased with her progress with the Dupont boy. His book would be back in its place by tomorrow, and the Duponts would be none the wiser.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1025/estelle.jpg)</div><strong>Estelle d'Attaine,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Estelle was aware of her master's eye upon her, and she worked at the task he had set for her with all of her charms. A servant took her horse once she dismounted, and moments later she was in Richard Dupont's saddle, her body tight up against him. "Thank you, sir, for letting me ride with you. I'm really not entirely comfortable handling a beast of that size. Perhaps after the hunt, you can give me some riding lessons," she murmured sweetly. Her words were entirely innocent, but the innuendo was clear.<br><br>"Of course, lovely beau," said Richard back to her. As the pair traveled, they continued to speak, and Estelle kept up her relentless flirting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:29:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (Ashley, Ivy and Imogene, at the Glen)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley's deep laugh at Ivy's words broke the stillness of the Glenn, but she didn't care.&nbsp; She was so happy to be with her dear ones, and to be about to feel the cool slickness of the water cool and caress her heated skin.&nbsp; Ashley rushed over and with gently fingers, undid the knots and ties of Ivy's stays.&nbsp; The delicate white skin of Ivy's slender back was reddened where the bone pressed against her flesh.&nbsp; A particularly cruel looking redmark&nbsp; marred the beauty just under right shoulder blade where her breast and formed.&nbsp; Thinking only to sooth her friend, Ashley gently stroked the mark, then not able to bear to see anything mark Ivy, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon it.&nbsp; "Oh Ivy, I hate that anything would hurt you."&nbsp; She murmured to her friend as she continued to lightly caress her back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine had long since beaten Estelle to the idea, and his petite body was pressed up against Kollete from behind. Though he could be a gorgeous beauty at times, Kolette was reminded of his maleness when she felt a bulge pressing against her bottom from behind. "Did I ever tell you," he began, whispering into her ear, "that the sensation of riding always seems to turn me on?" Though his hands were behaving for the moment, they frequently slipped to cover the girl's thighs.<br><br>"And that Estelle. Wherever did Frederick find her? She's quite the expert whore, don't you think? She seems to know all of your tricks, but she certainly doesn't have your good breeding or your noble charms." One of Antoine's hands had vanished from Kolette's waist, and moments later, she could feel it again, on her bare skin, under her skirts! "Shh!" he admonished her. "Don't make a big fuss, or everyone will know that my pretty, little fingers are about to dance between your delicious thighs, my dear."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:35:12</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> On the Road [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene, who had been about to go help Ivy out of her clothes, frowned slightly as Ashley beat her to the punch. Sighing slightly, she looked up at the sky. All seemed well and peaceful, though she secretly wished she had gone with the others on the hunt, fighting monsters and who knew what else. She liked action. But being with Ashley and Ivy, here in this secluded, beautiful grotto, was enough for her at the moment.<br><br>Blinking a bit, she started to slip out of her own clothes, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal the corset underneath holding her breasts together, and she sighed again, moving her hands behind her to untie the strings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:45:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2344678#msg2344678">Quote from: Myrleena on 16-10-2009, 01:20:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br>...<br><br>Lady Lillian, I am afraid that something is wrong with your new manor.&nbsp; Perhaps it is a haunt, but perhaps something worse.&nbsp; Perhaps I am only paranoid, due to all that has happened, but I think you should know."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian Montague gazed at Sylria, and for the first time she acknowledged to herself that she did indeed lust after the girl. That was the reason she had claimed her as a Montague, and perhaps that was why she ran out to try and save her days ago. But Lily liked to know why she felt what she felt. Was it just that Sylria was an elf? A gorgeous elf at that? Or was there something else about the girl that drew her, as it had been with Bella, so many years ago. Whatever the reason, Lillian planned to keep the girl close.<br><br>"Come," she said, crawling closer to the elf on the bed of golden leaves. "It's best to not feel so alone when you make such revelations about yourself known. Whatever it is that troubles you, my dear, I promise to help solve. Books and magic and even ghosts. You'll find that the power of the Montague family can overcome most any problem, and you have my friendship now. I will take care of you and protect you, until you can find your feet and mind again."<br><br>Now that she was closer to her elven friend, she held her arm out. "Let's talk through these problems one by one, and I'll answer as many questions as I can for you. But, could you do something for me too? I'm a bit chilly, and I would adore it if you came closer while we talked, to keep me warm." She shivered, and ran her other hand over a bare shoulder for effect. "I promise," she said again, her face warm and reassuring, "together we will solve these problems."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 23:50:24</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>The group that is on the move is now passing over rolling country-side, with forested areas all about. Frederick points ahead, at a rather large and lush mass of trees, and let's everyone know that they are not far from where he'd like to set up camp. They are already five or six miles from Avonleigh, and the site looks to be another three or four miles ahead of them.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:04:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>[Post was lost, I'm silly] Synopsis: Ivy undresses, runs over to Imogene and tells her to hurry up, and then remarks about how society keeps the girls all bound up in their corsets
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:16:57</strong>
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				Ashley agreed with Ivy's statement. "Yes, I hate blasted stays, laces and corset's." she fumed as she struggled with the last stay on her corset.&nbsp; Finally free, she threw hers aside, then realizing she had swore, blushed a furious red.&nbsp; "Oh, parden my language," she gasped to the other two.&nbsp; "Whatever is wrong with me lately? My red hair certainly seems to be coming out more."&nbsp; Shrugging, she threw off the rest of her clothes and ran toward the water.&nbsp; "Genie," she shouted, race you to the other side!"&nbsp; Ashley ran and grabbing her knee's jumped into the water making a great splash.&nbsp; Coming up laughing she wiped the water from her face, and treaded as she waited to see if Imogene would race her or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:23:19</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, In The Forest [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>I look at Lillian for a moment, thinking hard to myself as she gazed at me.&nbsp; Why did she look at me like that?&nbsp; I wasn't <em>that</em> interesting...at least I didn't think so.&nbsp; I looked at her for a few minutes, and then spoke again, softly. "I do not know what you can aid me with, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I told you that I remember making a bargain, and for that I lost my memories.&nbsp; I do not think that the consequences of my 'deal' are over.&nbsp; But I thank you for your support."<br><br>As I spoke, I edged closer, much more hesitantly, not understanding Lillian.&nbsp; Gently I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and speak to her again. "But I do not know what to speak of, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; My spellbook...you asked me not to speak of it to others.&nbsp; I cannot open my locket, and my dress is unusual.&nbsp; My accent is like nothing I have heard.&nbsp; As far as I can tell, I am alone in this world, though you have done much for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:23:45</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"Oh," she said, finally coming out of her dazed state. "R-right..." She let out a soft "eep!" as Ivy began to play with the laces of her corset, her face turning a vivid red color again as she began to feel the corset loosen around her, and finally slip off, revealing her larger breasts, though not by much. She had not yet come to terms with her body like the other's had, and hugged herself for a quick second before slipping off her pants and bloomers, finally leaving herself bare.<br><br>Giggling lightly as Ashley ran to the water, she walked over herself, gently placing the tip of her index finger into the spring. The water was pleasantly cool, though admittedly she had not submerged her entire body. Finally, she lowered herself in, sighing at the comforting feeling, and slightly more confident that no one would see anything below her chest now, and she started to swim toward the other side, grinning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 00:43:36</strong>
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				"Hey,"&nbsp; Ashley yelled at the quickly disappearing form of Imogene. "Cheat!" Breaking through the water with her best breaststroke, Ashley didn't make too much time right away as she laughed and yelled, "What is it with you two and cheating??"&nbsp; Still, not one to give up, she kept swimming just for the joy of it.&nbsp; Finally catching a laughing Imogene on the other side, she dove under then firmly wrapping her arms tight around the other girl's feet she pulled her under, then took off toward the other side.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 01:03:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy smiled once Imogene was undressed as well, and she follower her friend to the water's edge, and into the cool, lapping pool beyond it. The day was turning out nicely, and though it was a tiny bit chilly, she felt comfortable and warm among her friends. Once into the water, she swam to them. Ivy giggled as Ashley pulled Imogene under the surface of the spring, and then she dived to down to join them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 01:52:16</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene giggled a bit as Ashley called out to her, and continued to swim until Ashley finally caught her around the feet and dragged her under. Fully submerged for a few seconds, she got back up, spluttering and splashing about. <br><br>"Hey, no fair!" she said, and continued to chase after her. She looked to Ivy and grinned. "Come on, slow poke!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 02:39:45</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Did I ever tell you that the sensation of riding always seems to turn me on?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kolette felt his breath whisper into her ear, just as she felt his hands and groin press against her.&nbsp; He could be quite the lady, but Kolette also enjoyed these occasions when she felt his stiffness even through all her skirts.<br><br>"You know, I think you go out of your way to tell me that every time we go riding," she observed, still looking ahead as they spoke.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And that Estelle. Wherever did Frederick find her? She's quite the expert whore, don't you think? She seems to know all of your tricks, but she certainly doesn't have your good breeding or your noble charms.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh, I do love your little backwards compliments," she jabbed back.&nbsp; Glancing at Estelle work her magic, however, she had to nod.&nbsp; "She is quite the little minx.&nbsp; She's slowly wrapping him around her finger.&nbsp; I wonder what she wants?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">One of Antoine's hands had vanished from Kolette's waist, and moments later, she could feel it again, on her bare skin, under her skirts! "Shh!" he admonished her. "Don't make a big fuss, or everyone will know that my pretty, little fingers are about to dance between your delicious thighs, my dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Eep-" she had to breathily squeek, clamping her lips immediately.&nbsp; Kolette had to close her eyes and take a breath, her bust already rising and falling a bit more intensely and attractively than before.&nbsp; "Only you would know how to sneak in there so seamlessly," though it wasn't a complaint.&nbsp; The feeling of Antoine's fingers stroking her bare thighs was magical, and she knew he only got better.&nbsp; The fact that he was molesting her out here in semi-public was <em>quite</em> exciting, and she concentrated on leaving her thighs relaxed and open for his dance.<br><br>Not to be out-done (and unable to contain herself in anticipation), Kolette's hands wandered behind herself to stroke and grasp Antoine's groin.&nbsp; Her deft fingers undid a button or two, bypassing layers of cloth to arrive at his bare flesh as well, intent on giving as good as she got.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 07:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2347756#msg2347756">Quote from: Myrleena on 17-10-2009, 00:23:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, In The Forest [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br><br>I look at Lillian for a moment, thinking hard to myself as she gazed at me.&nbsp; Why did she look at me like that?&nbsp; I wasn't <em>that</em> interesting...at least I didn't think so.&nbsp; I looked at her for a few minutes, and then spoke again, softly. "I do not know what you can aid me with, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I told you that I remember making a bargain, and for that I lost my memories.&nbsp; I do not think that the consequences of my 'deal' are over.&nbsp; But I thank you for your support."<br><br>As I spoke, I edged closer, much more hesitantly, not understanding Lillian.&nbsp; Gently I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and speak to her again. "But I do not know what to speak of, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; My spellbook...you asked me not to speak of it to others.&nbsp; I cannot open my locket, and my dress is unusual.&nbsp; My accent is like nothing I have heard.&nbsp; As far as I can tell, I am alone in this world, though you have done much for me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily frowned. The way Sylvia's arm draped over her shoulders was uncomfortable. "Umm, here, how about this," she suggested, as she scooted closer so that her arm encircled Sylria's waist and rested on her right thigh. "That's a bit more comfortable, don't you think," she murmured, and then she continued, saying, "I'm sure I can help quite a bit, if we just go over your troubles." Lily smiled again, always so reassuringly. She stretched her long legs out used her other hand to scratch at one knee. "First is the question of your memory, right? You say you remember a deal of some sort? Can you tell me about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 07:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2348931#msg2348931">Quote from: Faeylin on 17-10-2009, 07:43:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily frowned. The way Sylvia's arm draped over her shoulders was uncomfortable. "Umm, here, how about this," she suggested, as she scooted closer so that her arm encircled Sylria's waist and rested on her right thigh. "That's a bit more comfortable, don't you think," she murmured, and then she continued, saying, "I'm sure I can help quite a bit, if we just go over your troubles." Lily smiled again, always so reassuringly. She stretched her long legs out used her other hand to scratch at one knee. "First is the question of your memory, right? You say you remember a deal of some sort? Can you tell me about it?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink a little as she wraps her arm around me, and continues speaking before I can respond.&nbsp; What was <em>with</em> her?&nbsp; I didn't understand.&nbsp; After a moment I respond, feeling her warmth radiating out toward me.&nbsp; I was a <em>little</em> uncomfortable with her so close, but it was forgotten in the memories.&nbsp; My voice was soft, and a little confused. "I'm...not certain.&nbsp; I remember that there were people I cared about there, one in particular.&nbsp; But I was in fear for my life.&nbsp; Someplace dark, and a dark figure before me, and a female voice.&nbsp; I gave up my memories, power, and...something in my future in order to survive.&nbsp; That is all I know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 08:03:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2348131#msg2348131">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 17-10-2009, 02:39:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br>...<br><br>Not to be out-done (and unable to contain herself in anticipation), Kolette's hands wandered behind herself to stroke and grasp Antoine's groin.&nbsp; Her deft fingers undid a button or two, bypassing layers of cloth to arrive at his bare flesh as well, intent on giving as good as she got.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>"I don't know what it is she wants," he gasped, her hand encircling his smooth, powdered cock, "but I know what I want right now." Antoine was breathing heavily in her ear as they rode. The two had made love countless times, and Kolette's fingers knew by memory and instinct just how to work him. Already he was seeping into her hand, sticky sap lubricating her fingers and causing the soft flesh of his sex to cling to her pretty skin. "You're such a whore, touching me like that, as you spread your legs for my fingers." He giggled into her ear. The sound was pretty and girlish, with just a hint of feral lust. <br><br>For his part, Antoine was just as adept at working Kolette's body. Beneath her luxurious skirts, his hand touched softer and more intimate velvet. His fingers splayed her pink lips, and the look of them, open and sticky wet, was burned into his memory. He shuddered, just thinking of how she must look, beneath her skirts. His long, middle finger slipped down her slit to find that delicious hole were he'd spent many an hour; tasting her...spreading her...using her body to satisfy his debauched whims. He fucked her for just a moment with that finger, but it was deep and probing, and he smiled as she made noises for him.<br><br>"Not so loud, my dear, or every man here might just demand a turn with you." His agile, middle finger, now sopping with her body's sweetness, traveled back up her pink folds to play at her swollen clit. Kolette was just as edgey as he was, the hard flesh pressing up into his finger, against his hand. She played with him as he played with her, and at times neither was aware of their horse, or their friends, or anything beyond the desperate urge to reach their next, blissful orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:03:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2348952#msg2348952">Quote from: Myrleena on 17-10-2009, 07:54:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br><br>"I'm...not certain.&nbsp; I remember that there were people I cared about there, one in particular.&nbsp; But I was in fear for my life.&nbsp; Someplace dark, and a dark figure before me, and a female voice.&nbsp; I gave up my memories, power, and...something in my future in order to survive.&nbsp; That is all I know."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"That's rather odd, and colorful too," frowned Lily. She wasn't certain whether to believe the girl or not. After all, she could just have a vivid imagination. "Do you think maybe your mind might have made the story up, or perhaps you read it somewhere? It's possible that bad things happened to you and...your friends, in Falkovnia. Maybe you blocked it out?" Lily brushed hair from Sylria's face, so she could see her features more clearly. <br><br>"We have doctor's, in Port-a-Lucine that specialize in the medicine of the mind. Surely one them could help you, do you think?" She smiled again at Sylria, enjoying the feel of her elven body so close to Lily's own. "Of course, I can arrange to pay the cost, no matter how steep, to help you remember. Does that sound like it might be an option, my dear Sylria?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:21:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I shake my head at Lillian, and reply, a little annoyed. "I was uninjured when I appeared in the woods, and it was several days before I met <em>anyone</em>.&nbsp; I didn't make it up, and I was only pursued when I wandered into a town, wondering where I was, and hoping I could find someone who could tell me who I was.&nbsp; Save for my things, I was completely alone and without any sign of having walked to where I was when I awoke.&nbsp; I doubt a doctor could help.&nbsp; I know enough of magic to know that little could find me any help without it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 19:16:52</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Kolette quickly forgot about Estelle, and everyone else for that matter.&nbsp; Only half-listening to Antoine now, she would usually never stand for being insulted, but in their throes of passion, she could allow some dirty talking.&nbsp; The whispering in her ear alone was erotic.&nbsp; As he probed deeper inside, she could feel his finger slip between her slick, wet folds.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to be quiet, she still gasped and cooed slightly, whimpering in restraint.<br><br>In return, Kolette grasped him firmly, moving from brushing the head to stroking his smooth member, simulating the pace of his finger's fucking.&nbsp; Slightly disappointed when he slipped out, she sharply inhaled when he moved up to her clit.&nbsp; She was already very turned on, and the secrecy pushed her over the edge.&nbsp; Gyrating slightly in the saddle, she rocked as discreetly as she could, coming to a quiet climax against his fingers.&nbsp; Her brows furrowed, and mouth slightly agape, she rode the intense waves, her hand trying to continue pleasuring him.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 8 to the total<br>Comment: Perform sexual technique<br>Result: 10,<br>Total: 18</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:17:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2349113#msg2349113">Quote from: Myrleena on 17-10-2009, 09:21:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I shake my head at Lillian, and reply, a little annoyed. "I was uninjured when I appeared in the woods, and it was several days before I met <em>anyone</em>.&nbsp; I didn't make it up, and I was only pursued when I wandered into a town, wondering where I was, and hoping I could find someone who could tell me who I was.&nbsp; Save for my things, I was completely alone and without any sign of having walked to where I was when I awoke.&nbsp; I doubt a doctor could help.&nbsp; I know enough of magic to know that little could find me any help without it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian frowned a bit to herself. This was not going the way she had intended. She had offered the girl help, and the aid of the great Montague family, and the elf had paid her back with annoyance. "No, Sylria, I didn't mean to imply that what you said didn't happen. I just know that we have men and women who study the mind. You'll find in Dementleiu, that the practice of magic isn't entirely a respected profession, my dear. It's not that it doesn't have its uses...it's just that our scholars have uncovered the very secrets of nature. And through it, our society has been able to accomplish a great number of things. Could not helping you be one of them?" Lillian breathed deeply, hoping that she would not once again provoke the elf's ire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:51:38</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"I do not mean to say that their efforts would be useless, but it likely would be, if the one who made the deal was powerful." I tell her, calming down a little, though I shake my head at the thought of the practicing of magic being disrespected.&nbsp; I continue after a moment. "You must understand, while I respect scholars, there are things that they cannot do, just as there are things that magic cannot.&nbsp; Magic can wipe away memories permanently, so that there is nothing <em>left</em> for normal methods to recover.&nbsp; I know that it is possible, but only for the highest tiers of magic, which requires the direct aid of the gods or a reality-warping wish.&nbsp; I <em>know</em> my art, and am afraid of anything that could potentially strip the power from me so that I was unable to use my own spells that I had written in my own hand in my spellbook."<br><br>((Knowledge(Arcana) 1d20+9, 20+9=29))
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2349907#msg2349907">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 17-10-2009, 19:16:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Kolette quickly forgot about Estelle, and everyone else for that matter.&nbsp; Only half-listening to Antoine now, she would usually never stand for being insulted, but in their throes of passion, she could allow some dirty talking.&nbsp; The whispering in her ear alone was erotic.&nbsp; As he probed deeper inside, she could feel his finger slip between her slick, wet folds.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to be quiet, she still gasped and cooed slightly, whimpering in restraint.<br><br>....<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine smiled victoriously as Kolette reached her orgasm, his hand slipping from beneath her skirts swiftly. "I'm not like you, beautiful Kolette," he giggled in half-frustration. "A proper lady could never find such pleasure in being touched out in the open. I have my...reputation to uphold." The gorgeous boy slipped back in the saddle, so that Kolette could no longer touch and fondle him. He had been so close to an orgasm, and he struggled not to reach that same explosive end she had found. The result was that he almost fell from Kolette's horse as he tried to escape her.<br><br>Looking over at Viktor, he smiled as the man's eyes slipped down into his lap. Antoine's dainty cock was still lewdly hanging from his breeches. "Oh, pardon me, it just slipped out," he said with a pretty, little giggle, before the boy put 'himself' away again. Leaning back in to Kolette, he whispered, "Thank you for the game, my love. I just had to prove once and for all who was the bigger slut." There was a naughty smile on his mouth. "And it was well worth it, too. Did you see the way Viktor looked at me just now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 23:44:33</strong>
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				<strong><em><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley</span></em></strong> <span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">(Imogene and Ivy)&nbsp; in the secluded Glen</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley treading water next to Genie and Ivy got a wicked grin on her face.&nbsp; "I have a fun game we can play if you want.&nbsp; It's called mudbank.&nbsp; The crofter's boys were playing it the last week at the manor and it looked terribly fun."&nbsp; Giggling, she explained, "One of us is the fisherman and once he catches a fish, that fish is sent to stand close to the shore in shallow water.&nbsp; To be set free, the other fish must swim through the legs of captured fish before being caught herself!"&nbsp; Grinning wide at her friends, she clapped her wet hands and queried, "how does that sound?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 07:20:07</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Aura, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene smiled at Aura's suggestion for a game, clapping her own hands together in an uncharacteristic hyper way. "Oooh, that sounds like fun!" she said, looking to Ivy and grinning, wondering if she approved of this new game. "I wanna be the fisherman!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 11:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"It sounds like fun to me," she said, smiling brightly as she clung to Imogene's back. The smallish, young woman was light outside of the water, and her weight was hardly noticeable inside of it. Her petite breasts, pressed against Imogene's back, were much more obvious, however. "Leave it to you to catch us, Imogene. You swim so much better than me. I just know I'm going to be caught first!" Ivy frowned, the gesture playful. "Alright, alright, but if I lose too many times we'll need a different game!"<br><br>The wind rustled above them, and the great branches of the trees swayed. Leaves fluttered down into their pool, and the chill in the air sent goosebumps through their exposed skin. Now that they were used to the coolness of the water, it felt warmer to be inside of it than out. Up above, sunlight strayed through the trees, leaving bright ribbons of shining water below. The pool really was beautiful and pure, much like the girls who played within it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 12:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2350550#msg2350550">Quote from: Myrleena on 17-10-2009, 22:51:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br><br>I <em>know</em> my art, and am afraid of anything that could potentially strip the power from me so that I was unable to use my own spells that I had written in my own hand in my spellbook."<br><br>((Knowledge(Arcana) 1d20+9, 20+9=29))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>OOC:</strong> Perfectly acceptable use of her knowledge skill.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well," said Sylria, "if you don't put much faith in science, and I really think you should, there is always the option of the occult. You know, there is said to be a dark circle of wizards in Port-a-Lucine. Incredibly powerful, terribly perverse. I've always hesitated to investigate, but to try and help you, I would be willing to search them out." Lillian laid her head again Sylria's shoulder, and breathed deeply, as if sighing. "That is one option, anyway. I'm sure we can find a way, together." The young woman seemed quite hopeful, and more to the point, she was happy to be making some progress with her elven friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 23:24:01</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> As part of my beautify Ravenloft project, Bella's picture has also changed. This is her new and improved picture, and will not change.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1859/bellalavoreauxnew.jpg)</div><strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Bella felt very alone. Lillian, her best friend in all the world, had run off with that elven girl. Of course, Bella was used to Lily's fickle wants and needs, but it didn't make her feel any less alone. She knew of Viktor, and she also knew that he had a very bad reputation. At the moment, however, he seemed just as alone as she was.<br><br>The gray mare Bella rode picked up her pace at the girl's command, and it wasn't long before she had caught up to Viktor's gelding. "Good day, Viktor," she started, completely demure and polite. The Martin family was well off, but they had the reputation of bachelors, and before now she had never really seen either of the brothers as marriage material. Still, it could never hurt to be sociable; they might have better friends.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 23:58:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2352348#msg2352348">Quote from: Faeylin on 18-10-2009, 12:13:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well," said Sylria, "if you don't put much faith in science, and I really think you should, there is always the option of the occult. You know, there is said to be a dark circle of wizards in Port-a-Lucine. Incredibly powerful, terribly perverse. I've always hesitated to investigate, but to try and help you, I would be willing to search them out." Lillian laid her head again Sylria's shoulder, and breathed deeply, as if sighing. "That is one option, anyway. I'm sure we can find a way, together." The young woman seemed quite hopeful, and more to the point, she was happy to be making some progress with her elven friend.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink in surprise as Lillian placed her head on my shoulder.&nbsp; I wasn't sure <em>how</em> to react to that, and it suddenly occurred to me just how her reactions over the last little while could be seen.&nbsp; a bit of heat rushed to my cheeks as I blushed a little, in spite of my attempts to control my reactions.&nbsp; I take a deep breath, not knowing what to do, and decide that continuing the conversation was the best.&nbsp; I speak, but there is a confused waver in my voice as I do so. "It...it isn't that, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; It is just a question if it is even <em>safe</em> to try and learn of my past.&nbsp; The more I think about it, the more frightened I become.&nbsp; I <em>want</em> to rebuild my art, so that I can try to defend myself if something comes to haunt me, but I don't know that it is a good idea.&nbsp; Whatever the being was, it <em>scared</em> me, and I don't scare.&nbsp; I wasn't afraid of the soldiers.&nbsp; I didn't like them, and was desperate not to fall into their clutches, but they didn't <em>scare</em> me, even without my memories."<br><br>I shift a little, my eyes gazing anywhere but at Lillian.&nbsp; The thin fabric of my dress, and the fact I had nothing on underneath was suddenly overly apparent to me, as I tried to decide <em>what</em> I was feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 00:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>An equine snort emitted from Viktor's gelding as the mare came close. A greeting perhaps. He didn't know, nor did he care. After the spectacle he had witnessed of Kolette and Antoine, he had only one thing on his mind - could he use this to benefit himself in some way?<br><br>As Bella rode up next to him, his concentration wavered. He switched his focus to her. What did she want or more importantly, what could she provide? Viktor smiled in greeting, his penetrating eyes staring shamelessly at her body. When her eyes met his, he diverted. "Hello, Miss Bella. I trust you are well." He had never paid much attention to her before, but she was quite beautiful. <em>It's her hair</em>, Viktor mused. Fiery red hair. How could he not take notice? Women with red hair had always been Viktor's weakness. But he didn't have the time or inclination to allow it to overcome him, so he hardened himself to its effect.<br><br>"I'm surprised you didn't follow your Mistress, Lillian. I thought surely you were joined at the hip for I never see one without the other. Ahh... perhaps Miss Lily found a new plaything, hm?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 01:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2353979#msg2353979">Quote from: Alluistras on 19-10-2009, 00:34:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br>...<br><br>"I'm surprised you didn't follow your Mistress, Lillian. I thought surely you were joined at the hip for I never see one without the other. Ahh... perhaps Miss Lily found a new plaything, hm?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1859/bellalavoreauxnew.jpg)</div><strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Bella's eyes darted away for a moment. She already regretted approaching Viktor. He'd struck a nerve. "Lily just wanted to spend some time with her cousin. It's been quite some time since they've seen each other. So long, in fact, that Sylria doesn't even remember the Montagues." It was a lie, and they both knew it. Sylria had been new and exciting, and Lillian had stolen her off to a place where no one could interfere with her wants. Bella had been that girl, too, once upon a time.<br><br>"Anyway, I just came to offer you the pleasure of my conversation, but apparently the rumors about you are true. You have no manners, do you? You just see women as toys to be..." Her voice faltered. <em>Used.</em> She had never been prone to being so loose with her tongue, and here she was, talking about very inappropriate things with a man whom she hardly knew. Had he deliberately tried to get a reaction from her?<br><br>"Adored, of course. It's quite well known that the Martins love many a woman, but that their hearts belong to no one girl." She gazed sideways over at Estelle as she flirted with Richard Dupont. "Frederick seems even more that way...with that girl, Estelle. Isn't she your brother's companion?" Bella looked a bit confused.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 02:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2353783#msg2353783">Quote from: Myrleena on 18-10-2009, 23:58:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>I shift a little, my eyes gazing anywhere but at Lillian.&nbsp; The thin fabric of my dress, and the fact I had nothing on underneath was suddenly overly apparent to me, as I tried to decide <em>what</em> I was feeling.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well, if it really scares you, why not give it some time before you look for your answers. My word is enough to make you a Montague," she said, with a soft chuckle. "Mother and Father would pause for a second, but they would make it true. And there are far worse things in life that you could end up being, aren't there? Maybe you shouldn't find out who you were. Maybe start over? A new life, here in Dementlieu. While we don't place much faith in magic, if its important to you, I can have things brought in from neighboring countries to please you. Magical things?"<br><br>Lillian kissed Sylria's shoulder lightly, and then touched the spot. "Its amazing how different an elf is from a normal person," she mused, her face light and full of warmth. "At first glance, there are just minor difference between you and I for, example." She looked down at herself. "You breasts are a bit smaller, your hips thinner...now that I think of it, you would be absolutely stunning in a gown of the season. When this week at Avonleigh is done, you should join me in Port-a-Lucine. We could throw a grand ball to introduce you and secure your place in proper society. What do you think," she asked, her smile still bright. "A whole party to celebrate your arrival in Dementlieu. Wouldn't that be grand?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 02:38:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>Viktor knew that he had stumbled upon something. He leaned back in his saddle gazing at Bella as she spoke with a look of amusement. He knew full well that the elven girl was a complete stranger, yet it did not concern him much until now. It was just another piece of information to store away for future use. But upon hearing certain things about himself, his demeanor became more serious. <br><br>"No manners? Women as toys? So you, too, place much stock in the stories of servants. Why, dear Lady, you should not give in to the temptation of believing rumors so readily. It is quite unbecoming a lady of your stature. Not to mention, foolish to believe the lies others perpetuate." Viktor guided his horse a bit closer to hers, and leaned in slightly to speak to her. "And speaking of lies, please don't insult me by trying to feed me that line of deception about the latest new thing Lillian parades around with. Do not make such assumptions of me, when you and I both know that what Lillian is doing is far worse. Surely, you of all people understand what it's like to be used."<br><br>Viktor straightened up in his seat, one hand on the saddlehorn, as he attempted to push back a stray hair or two that had fallen in his face. "As far as my brother goes... his affairs are his own. I don't interfere with his business, and he pays me the same respect. It would be a very wise decision on your part if you did the same. You wouldn't want to become involved in something that implicated you, now would you?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 06:17:15</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley</span> (Imogene, Ivy, nakey swimmin at the Glen)</strong><br>Ashley laughing called out to Imogene, "yay then!&nbsp; Go fish!" and dove under and away from her friend.&nbsp; Continuing to swim underwater for as long as she could.&nbsp; The clearness of the water was a joy and she kept her eyes open as she swam not caring overmuch that she would pay for it later with redrimed eyes to match her hair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 06:40:31</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Grinning at the prospect of her new goal, Imogene flexed her fingers. She looked to Ivy in the corner of her eye, trying not to blush as she felt the other's smaller breasts press into her back. Of course going after her first would be rather unfair, but...<br><br>So she went after Ashley first instead, wading through the water after her, trying to see where she was underwater. Once she figured the pool of water was deep enough, she launched herself ontop of her, her arms outstretched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 06:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2354456#msg2354456">Quote from: Alluistras on 19-10-2009, 02:38:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>Viktor knew that he had stumbled upon something. He leaned back in his saddle gazing at Bella as she spoke with a look of amusement. He knew full well that the elven girl was a complete stranger, yet it did not concern him much until now. It was just another piece of information to store away for future use. But upon hearing certain things about himself, his demeanor became more serious. <br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1859/bellalavoreauxnew.jpg)</div><strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Bella frowned at Viktor, but she was the slightest bit intrigued. On the fact that Viktor Martin was a scoundrel, she had no doubts. After all, she was Lillian's closest friend, and she did well to keep abreast of all that happened in high society. There had been far too many hushed tales of maids sent crying away from his room, or of virtuous, young women who had lost their honor in his bed...over, and over again. No, she knew that Viktor Martin was just as fickle with his heart as was Frederick, or even Lily, for that matter. But apparently keeping up images did matter to him. More specifically, he didn't want others to know he did the things he did.<br><br>But to insinuate that Lily used her...did she? Was Bella the plaything of the older Montague sister? Perhaps. But she thrived on the wealthy lifestyle that Lily shared with her, and she was always looking to step through the doors that her association with the Montague family opened. In a quieter voice, more suited to a private conversation, she said, "Well, I'd like to think that I'm not used. By Lily, or anyone else. But we all take what we need from one another, don't we, sir?"<br><br>She looked ahead as she waited for him to speak. Slowly, Bella was making her mind up about Viktor. One thing was for certain: she was very attracted to him. That was the very first strike against the man, for Bella had resigned herself to a very unromantic, yet profitable, marriage. Surely there was no future for her in the Martin family.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 08:52:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, I'd like to think that I'm not used. By Lily, or anyone else. But we all take what we need from one another, don't we, sir?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>What he heard, Viktor hadn't expected. There was something about this girl. Could it be that she understood that power was not given in this world, it was taken? Was she after the same thing he was? He could definitely appreciate a woman such as that for they were very few and far between. In fact, looking back, he couldn't recall a single woman who completely embraced his way of thinking. He'd have to find out as much as he could about her, and he resolved to do just that.<br><br>Viktor's head turned in her direction. This time fully focused on the girl as a lascivious smile played on his lips. "We do what we must... and are you taking what you need, Bella? Or is there something else you crave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 10:13:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2355758#msg2355758">Quote from: Alluistras on 19-10-2009, 08:52:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br>...<br>Viktor's head turned in her direction. This time fully focused on the girl as a lascivious smile played on his lips. "We do what we must... and are you taking what you need, Bella? Or is there something else you crave?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1859/bellalavoreauxnew.jpg)</div><strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Bella was quite surprised as well, at the words he delivered back to her. Her face went red, and her mouth and eyes quivered. She was very embarrassed by the nature of what Viktor said, and even more so by the way he spoke it, but something in the man aroused her defiance. She wouldn't look away, wouldn't pretend to be demure. He was right, she wanted more...needed more. <br><br>How many potential lovers had she turned away at her bedroom door? How many nights had she pined for more than the light touch of her own hands upon her body? Even her limited experiences with other girls was...not wholly satisfying. Still, even if he was right, Bella would not give him the satisfaction of admitting it. "I don't know what you mean," she said with a confident smile. "I have everything I need, and even if I didn't, you, sir, would be the very last person who could offer me what I most desired."<br><br>She kicked her horse in the sides, and yelled, "Heeyah!" Her mare quickly gained speed, and she moved to overtake Viktor Martin, so that he would spend the last part of their ride following Bella's mount. <em>I absolutely detest that man. He's awful and crude and not the slightest bit handsome. Besides, his blue eyes don't catch my fancy at all.</em> Despite her attempts at self-convincing, Bella could think of nothing but Viktor's eyes as the group neared the edge of the woods where they were to hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 10:47:06</strong>
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				<strong>***OOC: This post didn't happen. Story got shuffled around. It's only still here because I didn't have the heart to delete it***</strong><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy giggled as she tried to wade away from Imogene. She was really very dreadful at swimming, and it had only been a handful of years since she'd gotten over her fear of water. Now here she was, in a deep, natural pool playing naked with her friends; she had come a long way. They all had. They were growing up, facing their fears, and playing new games. Soon their blissful innocence would be set aside for a different sort of life.<br><br>As Imogene went off into the water in search of Ashley, there was a very alarming sound from nearby. Further along the trail, she thought that she heard a man's voice. Waiting, still in the water, she heard it again. "All...blood...boy." The words drifted and broke over the distance, but there was a rustle as something approached their glen. She didn't think that she and her friends would have time to get out of the water and dress before he arrived. Moreover, she was scared. What if he wasn't a good person, what if...<br><br>Ivy's heart beat hard and fast as she tried to wade off in the direction her friends had swum. "Imogene! Ashley!" she called, out, in a panicked whisper. They were both still beneath the water, and in her fright, Ivy took a gulp of water. She choked on it, as it threatened to fill her lungs. She forced herself to be quiet as she tried to expel the offending liquid. Where were her friends?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 11:00:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (Ashley, Ivy, Imogene&nbsp; Doing wee hoo nekky water sexy stuffs)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley, not expecting the sudden onslaught from above, especially as it came across her buttocks, tried to squeal underwater, but produced only a sudden burst of bubbles.&nbsp; Panicing momentarily at the loss that had wooshed out with her squeal, she turned and grabbed the girl grabbing her.&nbsp; Aim being what it was underwater, she ended up grasping an elbow and a soft warm globe.&nbsp; Rising out of the water gasping for breath but full of the thrill of the capture, she was about to congratulate Imogene when she looked down.&nbsp; Firmly clasped in her left hand was Imogene's left elbow.&nbsp; In her right was Imogene's lovely, milky breast.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment Ashley just stared at her hand as if it didn't quite belong to her and had jumped onto Ashley's breast all on it's own.&nbsp; Her mouth opened and closed like the animal she was pretending to be, but no words came out.&nbsp; Still, she did not remove her hand.&nbsp; Instead as if by some instinct her thumb flicked across the puckered pink tinged nipple pertly reaching out from the center of Imogene's lovely peach.&nbsp; She had been trying not to touch Imogene since she had seen her naked last night.&nbsp; Something hot had flushed though her body; it made her feel strange and unsettled.&nbsp; Now, touching Genie's breast she felt it again.&nbsp; Her mouth had gone try.&nbsp; Taking a step closer, she purposefully stroked Genie's soft, water slicked nipple a second time.&nbsp; A low, long breath escaped her as the tingle that had begun to form in her tummy got stronger. She lifted heavy lidded eyes to&nbsp; Imogene.&nbsp; Her normally bright green eyes were now dark liquid pools.&nbsp; Placing both of her hands on Imogene's smaller ones, she began to speak to try and explain,&nbsp; "Imogene, I..." she began.&nbsp; "you..."&nbsp; Then, letting her actions speak for her, she moved closer to the younger woman and kissed her.&nbsp; Only this was not&nbsp; one of the chaste kisses they had usually shared.&nbsp; When Ashley's lips met Genie's this time there was a heat, a hunger from the redhead.&nbsp; The kiss deepened the need she had for the other woman, not just the need, the want and the care.&nbsp; The heat that had started in her tummy began to spread up her chest to make her breasts tingle and down to her very own center where she felt a peculiar weight and pulsing.&nbsp; Pulling back, Ashley brought her hand to her lips amazed at the feelings the kiss had awakened.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gaping at Imogene, she could only say, "I have wanted to do that.&nbsp; I think for longer than I realized.&nbsp; If you hate me, please say so now, and I will leave."&nbsp; In the heat of the moment, she had completely forgotten about the other little fishy waiting to be caught by the fisherwoman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 11:24:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>When Imogene went beneath the deep water, Ivy fled as fast as she could. <em>The grotto!</em> The object was to not get caught, and the cave looked like the perfect place to hide. With her small body, she could find a dark corner to sneak into. Though she might not be wonderful at swimming, the cave would level things. And so it was that Ivy felt very clever as she disappeared into the darkness of the underwater cavern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 11:41:33</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>She giggled a bit as they struggled in the water for a few moments, and let out a short shriek as Ashely's arms wrapped around her. Her breath caught, however, when Ashley's hand came to squeeze at her breast, whimpered as her thumb grazed across her nipple. No...they couldn't do this here. But it just felt so...wonderful.<br><br>Letting out a soft moan, Imogene stared into Ashley's eyes as she began to speak, her heartbeat was starting to quicken in pace, starting to get excited as they moved closer together, placing her hands on Ashley's wet, bare shoulders, and kissed her. Kissed her as they'd never kissed before, a kiss filled with passion and longing. She eagerly let the kiss become deeper, and sighed as they pulled apart, her temple throbbing.<br><br>Imogene frowned at what she said, and took Ashley's cheeks between her hands, staring into her eyes. "I don't hate you, Ashley. Quite the opposite, in fact. And...and..." She quivered a bit, closed her eyes, then continued. "I enjoyed it, too..." Unconsciously, she wondered where Ivy was. But it was in the back of her mind now, for once the girl was not the center of her attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 12:21:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley </strong>(Ashley, Ivy and Imogene, doing some wild things at the Glen)</span><br>Ashley gulped at Imogene's words.&nbsp; She had enjoyed it too!&nbsp; Her heart leaped.&nbsp; She had known there were women who enjoyed the attention of other women.&nbsp; In the worldly way that is.&nbsp; She had not thought that she was one.&nbsp; On the other hand, she had not thought much about it at all.&nbsp; Papa had never spoken to her about intimate things, and Mama was dead.&nbsp; The few stolen kisses boys had managed on her cheek made her feel... well, nothing.&nbsp; The chase, playful kisses she had shared with the girls in the past were... fun, but it seemed that once she had passed the walls of Avonleigh last evening, something had been stripped from her eyes.&nbsp; Something she either had been too blind, or too unwilling to see.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Feeling emboldened by Imogene's words, Ashley pulled Genie into her arms.&nbsp; She stroked the other woman's hair and with a gentle touch upon her cheek, brought her closer for another kiss.&nbsp; Imogene's lips were sweet like her.&nbsp; Ashley's kiss was reverent yet clumsy.&nbsp; Yet, something drew her on.&nbsp; Wanting to taste even more, she slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth and was awed to find that her mouth tasted of cinnamon and tea.&nbsp; Ashley's began to breath more rapidly, and soft moans broke from her throat as she explored Genie's mouth.&nbsp; The fingers of her right hand opened and closed in a grasping clench until they finally found the small of Genie's back and settled there as if they belonged.&nbsp; She trailed the other hand, her left, slowly down Genie's cheek along her jaw line making small feathery strokes.&nbsp; Going lower, she lightly brushed across her collar bone, then down until she again was stoking lightly across the brunette's left breast.&nbsp; She lifted the small globe in her hand marveling at the delicious weight of it.&nbsp; Then circling it with her hand, began to lightly brush her hand across the pinkness.&nbsp; All of a sudden the thought came to her that she had to taste that pink bud.&nbsp; Without a moment's hesitation, she broke the kiss she was sharing with Genie and lowering her head, took the tight little nub into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it and delighted in the taste.&nbsp; It tasted just like Imogene.&nbsp; Sweet and clean and fresh.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 18:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2354324#msg2354324">Quote from: Faeylin on 19-10-2009, 02:07:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well, if it really scares you, why not give it some time before you look for your answers. My word is enough to make you a Montague," she said, with a soft chuckle. "Mother and Father would pause for a second, but they would make it true. And there are far worse things in life that you could end up being, aren't there? Maybe you shouldn't find out who you were. Maybe start over? A new life, here in Dementlieu. While we don't place much faith in magic, if its important to you, I can have things brought in from neighboring countries to please you. Magical things?"<br><br>Lillian kissed Sylria's shoulder lightly, and then touched the spot. "Its amazing how different an elf is from a normal person," she mused, her face light and full of warmth. "At first glance, there are just minor difference between you and I for, example." She looked down at herself. "You breasts are a bit smaller, your hips thinner...now that I think of it, you would be absolutely stunning in a gown of the season. When this week at Avonleigh is done, you should join me in Port-a-Lucine. We could throw a grand ball to introduce you and secure your place in proper society. What do you think," she asked, her smile still bright. "A whole party to celebrate your arrival in Dementlieu. Wouldn't that be grand?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blush a little more at her offer to make me a Montague, and shrug.&nbsp; I respond as truthfully as I can, but have to swallow to clear my throat first before I can begin softly. "I am seriously considering not trying to find out.&nbsp; And...thank you for offering to make me one of your family.&nbsp; I'm afraid I'm not certain what, exactly, that would mean due to my past, but I <em>do</em> appreciate it.&nbsp; I'm so...out of place, I suppose.&nbsp; But yes, magic <em>is</em> important to me.&nbsp; Perhaps I could even change people's minds, to a degree.&nbsp; I am not <em>only</em> a mage, however."<br><br>The kiss on my shoulder threw the balance that I had achieved off, though, especially when she touched the spot.&nbsp; Her commentary made me flush more, as the emotions began churning again, confusing me with their intensity.&nbsp; But I wasn't certain what any of them <em>were</em>.&nbsp; They were drowning me, and I had the vague hint that some of them were older than my memories.&nbsp; Shaking my head to try and clear it again, I reply, with a hint of confusion in my voice. "I...I suppose I don't really pay attention to it, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I'm different, and that is all I really know.&nbsp; And what sort of gown are you speaking of?&nbsp; I rather like my own dress, especially given that it takes care of itself.&nbsp; As to a party...would it really be necessary?&nbsp; I'm not that important, not really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:20:13</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>The group that is dedicated to the hunting...of animals...has reached their camp site. Frederick and Marcus Dupont are the first to arrive, and they each analyze the area in their own way. The eventual site is both defensible and downwind of where Frederick intends to lead the hunting party.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine hadn't heard a word from Kolette after his little game, and he worried that maybe he'd gone too far. "My beautiful Kolette. Are you mad at me?" Once again he was the pretty boy, near innocent in the way he spoke and acted. "I didn't mean any harm by it. I just wanted to tease and surprise you." Kissing her shoulder sweetly, he moved to dismount Kolette's horse.<br><br>That's when he fell. Floundering as he tried to pull his leg around the backside of the horse, he fell right off the end of it, slipping to the ground and landing on his bottom. "Ouch!" He called out, tears coming to his eyes. "Ouch, that hurt so much. Please! Please, someone help me!" One of his hands covered his mouth, and the other clutched at the side of his leg. A piece of downed wood had grazed the side of his leg, tearing his fine breetches and scratching his skin slightly. <br><br>He was lucky not to have been more seriously injured. Leave it to the drama queen, however, to make everything more than it had to be. "I...I can't feel my legs! Kolette? Kolette, are you there? I can't see you, where are you?" His voice was full of panic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:41:01</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene could feel her eyes burning as she stroked her hair, touched her cheek. Her logical mind knew that what they were doing was wrong, but her emotional and romantic mind said "Screw it." She whimpered as Ashley's tongue entered her mouth, and she teased it with her own, gripping the other's shoulders. Her left breast tingled, and she could feel the nipple there harden under her soft touch. She let out a gasp as the mouth closed around it, and arched her back.<br><br>"A-Ashley...we really shouldn't be doing this...what if someone sees us...?" she asked, her voice breathless. She was trying to let her logical mind take over, but her quickened breaths and the tingling of her skin thought otherwise. She closed her eyes, her breathing shallow, and looked about for a second. "W-where's Ivy...?" she asked, though her mind was still very much on the woman now pleasuring her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:41:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>Genie's mention of Ivy snapped Ashley back into reality.&nbsp; Blushing a bit, but not ashaimed, she lifted her head from Imogene's chest and looked around for the petite girl.&nbsp; Frowning when she didn't see her, she began to worry.&nbsp; "Yes, where IS Ivy?" concern caused her voice to raise in pitch.&nbsp; "Imogene dear, will you check the grotto while I check a bit further down the pond toward those weeds?&nbsp; I am dreadfully worried now!&nbsp; Ashley's face had paled at the thought of anything happening to the youngest member of their group.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before they split though, Ashley quickly grabbed Imogene's hand and grazed her lips across her knuckles.&nbsp; "We'll find her."&nbsp; she assured, then dove under the smooth surface toward her destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:05:43</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr>Hornet's tremendous hooves fell near Antoine's head, and the massive soldier watched the gender bender impassively, before he reared Hornet back and moved around him.&nbsp; Alfreic eyed Antoine suspiciously as he had Hornet walk around him, and then he shook his head as he passed.<br><br>&nbsp;"What a terrific hunting party," Alfreic muttered.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Filled to the gills with everything but hunters."<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:15:36</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>As the two young women kissed and touched, they became consumed with one another. It was hard to think of anything else besides the smell and touch and taste of the other. But the thought of Ivy brought them both from their reverie. Just as Ashley finished making her plans, sending Imogene off to the grotto, there was voice. A male voice, approaching their secluded area with haste. "All...blood...boy." Ashley could make out some of the words, but others broke as they drifted on the wind. A man was coming, and there was no time for any of the three girls to get to their clothing. Besides, what if this stranger had bad intentions? What if he...<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:22:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>At first, Ivy had simply been hiding from Imogene. But once inside the cave, her curiousity took over. It was surprisingly bright inside the water-filled cavern. Up above, there were holes in the roof of the cave that allowed light to pour into the wide, open space; bright beams illuminated spots here and there. At places, the rock came up, and Ivy had to climb up onto gentle slopes, fully out of the water, to continue on. Then there were more deep pools. She was already twenty-five or so feet into the underground passageway, when she realized how far she had gone.<br><br>"Guys," she called out, her voice echoing off the walls as it traveled. "Imogene? Ashley? Where are you? I'm scared."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:29:15</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene nodded, shivering a bit. She had brought her attention away from Ivy for one second, and now she had disappeared, perhaps something awful had happened to her, and Imogene hadn't been there to save or protect her. Nearly shaking with suppressed agony and tears, she barely noticed Ashley's touch as she headed toward the grotto, starting to search frantically for Ivy. If she had been kidnapped, or worse...<br><br>"Where is she?" she asked herself, her voice still quivering. There didn't seem to be anywhere else she could hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:31:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (Imogene, Ashley, Ivy in da water)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley treaded water for a moment, startled by the voice of a man.&nbsp; Looking quickly back for Imogene and Ivy, she saw that Genie was almost to the grotto.&nbsp; Not wanting to speak and attract the man, she just prayed the two women would stay where they were and be hidden.&nbsp; Fear clutched at her stomach and she pulled her body under the water leaving only her face showing so that she might glide gently toward the reeds.&nbsp; A loud noise from the shore forced a small scream from her lips, and in a mad dash she swam as fast as she could for the hoped for shelter of the reeds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:37:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2356702#msg2356702">Quote from: Myrleena on 19-10-2009, 18:22:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>The kiss on my shoulder threw the balance that I had achieved off, though, especially when she touched the spot.&nbsp; Her commentary made me flush more, as the emotions began churning again, confusing me with their intensity.&nbsp; But I wasn't certain what any of them <em>were</em>.&nbsp; They were drowning me, and I had the vague hint that some of them were older than my memories.&nbsp; Shaking my head to try and clear it again, I reply, with a hint of confusion in my voice. "I...I suppose I don't really pay attention to it, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I'm different, and that is all I really know.&nbsp; And what sort of gown are you speaking of?&nbsp; I rather like my own dress, especially given that it takes care of itself.&nbsp; As to a party...would it really be necessary?&nbsp; I'm not that important, not really."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Of course you're that important, silly," giggled Lillian as she paid the spot another kiss. "And your skin is absolutely lovely. I don't know if you'll decide to settle down in Dementlieu or not, but you would have no trouble finding a very comfortable life in our society. I don't know if marriage interests you...if it did, I'm sure you could have your pick of any man you desired," she gave Sylria a warm look, and then kissed her shoulder again, her aim a bit off from where she had previously kissed. "And if that's not your heart's desire, there are other lives you can lead here. No matter what you choose, I promise to look out for you," she kissed Sylria's shoulder once more, now moving towards her neck, "and to care for you, as if you really were my cousin."<br><br>Her fingers brushed the tender skin of Sylria's neck, and she giggled, saying, "And if you really object to the change of dress, you could always wear nothing at all." Her hand slipped one of the straps of Sylria's gown from her shoulder, so that it hung, delicately, at the side of her arm. "You look so ravishing right now. We're going to have so much fun when we get back to Port-a-Lucine. You, me and Bella. The three of us could lay siege to that city of delights, my dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2358247#msg2358247">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 20-10-2009, 01:05:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong> <em>Accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br><br>Hornet's tremendous hooves fell near Antoine's head, and the massive soldier watched the gender bender impassively, before he reared Hornet back and moved around him.&nbsp; Alfreic eyed Antoine suspiciously as he had Hornet walk around him, and then he shook his head as he passed.<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine screamed as the mighty hooves landed beside him, scurrying up and away from the beast that was Hornet. "Kolette!" he cried out, "Save me! Save me! He wants to kill me." The boy was sobbing now, obviously terrified of Alfreic and his horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:54:28</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To Antoine, Accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr>And at that, Alfreic seized his horse's reins and spun it around majestically in a forceful show of horsemanship.&nbsp; Alfreic's eyes were like those of a devil, and his mouth was taut with the grimace of a man who means business.&nbsp; Though the horse did not have the means to, he seemed to roar, and his mighty hooves shook the ground as he stomped restlessly.&nbsp; Antoine had plucked a string-- but do not think that this was Alfreic when he was angry.&nbsp; This was Alfreic when he smiled.<br><br>&nbsp; "Madame or sir, whatever you may be, you must think very highly of yourself to think that you should be my prey.&nbsp; Or perhaps you think very little of me that I should kill someone simply because they annoyed me.&nbsp; I assure you that you mean very little to me, at least to the degree that I should not wish to make you in two with my spear.&nbsp; Alas, though I can hardly stomach your absurdities, I have been blessed to know men who are even more absurd than you, and some yet breathe."<br><br>Something in Alfreic's face twitched, and it appeared that something bothered him about that last sentence, but Alfreic left it in the ether, and he turned his horse about and continued to the camp.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 02:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2358406#msg2358406">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 01:37:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Of course you're that important, silly," giggled Lillian as she paid the spot another kiss. "And your skin is absolutely lovely. I don't know if you'll decide to settle down in Dementlieu or not, but you would have no trouble finding a very comfortable life in our society. I don't know if marriage interests you...if it did, I'm sure you could have your pick of any man you desired," she gave Sylria a warm look, and then kissed her shoulder again, her aim a bit off from where she had previously kissed. "And if that's not your heart's desire, there are other lives you can lead here. No matter what you choose, I promise to look out for you," she kissed Sylria's shoulder once more, now moving towards her neck, "and to care for you, as if you really were my cousin."<br><br>Her fingers brushed the tender skin of Sylria's neck, and she giggled, saying, "And if you really object to the change of dress, you could always wear nothing at all." Her hand slipped one of the straps of Sylria's gown from her shoulder, so that it hung, delicately, at the side of her arm. "You look so ravishing right now. We're going to have so much fun when we get back to Port-a-Lucine. You, me and Bella. The three of us could lay siege to that city of delights, my dear."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Ahh...what are you doing, Lady Lillian?" I finally ask in confusion, blushing as she slides the dress strap aside, letting the long sleeves of my dress droop a bit lower.&nbsp; The kisses were making odd tingling sensations of warmth start running through my body, and I blush a little more.&nbsp; Her comment about going naked though...it made me turn a shade of red so bright I was certain that I was glowing with the heat. "Lady Lillian!&nbsp; I may not worry about people seeing me in private, but I would never go into public without clothing!&nbsp; And what <em>are</em> you trying to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 04:23:20</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>As Imogene continued to search around the grotto for Ivy, an uneasy chill moved down her spine, as though they were being watched. Something told her that she shouldn't go back, but she was worried about Ashley just as much as she was worried about Ivy. <br><br>Finally squeezing into a corner with a bit of difficulty (her breasts were a problem in tight spaces, and she had to squeeze them together a bit to get inside), she found a cave, that seemed to lead to some underwater cavern. Thinking that Ivy might be down there, she walked in. <br><br>"Ivy?!" she called loudly, practically stepping into one of the little pools of water as she walked. Thankfully it was bright enough to see her surroundings. The place was like a maze, it would be easy to get lost in there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 06:50:50</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> I had permission from Chel to introduce this plot line, and the vixen kind of threw herself in harm's way as well. May I present Jack the Woodsman?<br><br><hr><br><strong>Jack the Woodsman, Secluded Area in the Forest</strong> [Ashley &amp; Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>The man came into view only moments after Ashley yelped. He had a dog with him, and the beast went wild, barking at where Ashley hid. "Oh, come on boy, quiet down," he said, his voice smooth and easy-going. "Oh, what's going...why hello there, miss," he said, a wide grin on his face as he stared right at Ashley. The reeds provided the slightest bit of cover, but he could clearly see all that he wanted to of her body. "Here I thought the dog was chasing a frog or something. Looks like we found something real special today, didn't we, boy?" He brushed his shaggy, mop-haired dog wildly. In the man's hands was a very sharp, double-headed axe.<br><br>He gazed over at the horses, and the three neat little piles of clothing. "Hmm, is there a man among you," he said, turning away from the water. "Three of you, hmm?" he asked, as he picked through their clothing. "All ladies?" Pulling up a pair of bloomers, he asked with a dirty grin, "Excuse me, ma'am, do these belong to you?" He broke out into deep laughter.<br><br>"I'm not going to hurt you, lady, I promise," he said finally. "My name is Jack. Obviously you misjudged a bit, so why don't you let me help you out of the water, hmm? You can get your clothing back on, and call your friends too. Wherever your men are, let's see if I can't help you get back to them, hmm?" His face was warm, and his smile spoke of trustworthiness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:01:16</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> The entrance to the grotto is very nearly submerged, so all the cries and screams are muffled from the outside world. Ashley cannot hear anything that happens in here, nor can the two girls hear anything that happens to Ashley<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"Imogene?" called out Ivy, her voice a bit panicked. "I...can't see you. Where are you, Imogene? I'm so scared." There was a splash as Imogene tried to move backwards towards the entrance of the cavern. One step, two, and then she screamed. "Ouch! Oh, I cut myself, Imogene! I'm bleeding." Ivy looked around to see how she had hurt herself, and there, beneath the greenish-black covering of moss or mold, was bone. A very large bone, like the rib of a cow. Ivy screamed the moment she recognized it, and she grew even more afraid as she saw another bone, not far off....and there, just over that rise, was a third. All around her, there were corpses that had been picked clean of any bit of flesh.<br><br>"Oh my gods, Imogene. Save me, please! Save me!" The girl was sobbing now, somewhere further into the cave. Imogene could just barely make out her form as she huddled in a dark patch of water, waist-deep, crying out for her best friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:13:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Frederick laughed as he approached Alfreic and the screaming boy. "We're here to hunt, Alfreic. I think if you cause this girl...err, boy," and here he broke, giving the pretty lad a queer look, his brows furrowed for just a second. "In any case, the screaming will drive away the prey, don't you think?" Frederick reached down and offered Antoine a hand up. "And you, boy, try to act a bit more like a man while we're hunting, hmm?"<br><br>The gentleman hunter turned, and took a pair of guns from Marcus Dupont. "We have firearms, for those of you who highly regard Dementlieu ingenuity, and my fine man, Marcus, has some hunting bows for those of you who are a bit more archaic." He cleared his throat. "The morning has dragged on for quite long enough, so if you'd care to tie down your horses, and ready yourselves, we should start the hunt."<br><br>Nearby, Estelle and Richard were laughing at some shared joke. "Father," the younger Dupont spoke, "I think me and the lady should watch the camp, to make sure the servants set everything up properly. Start a fire. All that, yes?" <br><br>The gruff older man nodded his assent, and then followed Frederick Martin as he strode over towards the thick edge of the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:16:41</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene's heart leapt. So she was still alive...just lost in this cavern. From the distance that her voice could be heard, she wasn't that far off, but all the rocks and jagged areas would cause getting to her to be a bit hard.<br><br>After a few minutes of walking and climbing about, she could now just make out Ivy's form, and she nearly ran toward her, splashed into the water that nearly stopped at her waist, pulling her into an embrace. "Oh my god, Ivy. How did you get down here?" she asked, her voice quivering, and not even taking in the corpses that littered the ground. "I'm so sorry...Ashley and I got caught up in the game, and we didn't see you run off...if anything had happened to you, Lillian would have killed me..." A sob escaped her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2358596#msg2358596">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 02:23:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Ahh...what are you doing, Lady Lillian?" I finally ask in confusion, blushing as she slides the dress strap aside, letting the long sleeves of my dress droop a bit lower.&nbsp; The kisses were making odd tingling sensations of warmth start running through my body, and I blush a little more.&nbsp; Her comment about going naked though...it made me turn a shade of red so bright I was certain that I was glowing with the heat. "Lady Lillian!&nbsp; I may not worry about people seeing me in private, but I would never go into public without clothing!&nbsp; And what <em>are</em> you trying to do?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian smiled at the elven girl. "Oh, sorry, I was trying to decide what color would look best on you." She pulled the strap back up onto Sylria's shoulder, and then smiled again, this time apologetic. "I was also trying to figure out if I like you in something strappy, or maybe a bit off the shoulder, you know?" She gazed at the elf, as if in pleasure. "But you're right, maybe I was making you a bit uncomfortable or shy, perhaps? Bella was like that, when we first met years ago. I think you'll find that you can be quite comfortable around me, my dear."<br><br>She shifted a bit, so that she sat perpendicular to the elf. She brought one knee up and then slipped it off to the side, so that was behind the girl. "Have you ever thought of braiding your hair. I think it would look quite lovely with some ribbons, and perhaps a hair piece. I absolutely can't wait to introduce you into society, Sylria. The more I think on it, the more excited it makes me." She reaches for Sylria's hand. "Come. Feel. My heart is beating so fast right now." If the elven girl allowed her to do so, Lillian took her hand and put it against her left breast. Her heart did indeed beat rapidly through her blouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:36:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (in the glen, Ivy, ashley, Imogene, Jack the woodsman)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley, realizing that there was no sense in trying to hide any longer now that the man had spotted her, never the less, stayed in the water, covering her private areas as best she could with her hands.&nbsp; "A gentleman would turn his back." she retorted, fear giving a quiver to her voice.&nbsp; Although afraid, his honest countenance had given her some dutch courage. "You had best leave," she warned.&nbsp; Our hunting party is close by and have only gone a bit away to give us a bit of privacy to bathe."&nbsp; She lied, hoping quite successfully, keeping her voice low&nbsp; so that neither Ivy nor Imogene would hear.&nbsp; "Now, begone with you, or I will shout for help and you will rue the day." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:42:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359715#msg2359715">Quote from: Angry Risa on 20-10-2009, 07:16:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br>...<br>After a few minutes of walking and climbing about, she could now just make out Ivy's form, and she nearly ran toward her, splashed into the water that nearly stopped at her waist, pulling her into an embrace. "Oh my god, Ivy. How did you get down here?" she asked, her voice quivering, and not even taking in the corpses that littered the ground. "I'm so sorry...Ashley and I got caught up in the game, and we didn't see you run off...if anything had happened to you, Lillian would have killed me..." A sob escaped her throat.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy was crying as Imogene embraced her. "Thank you. Thank you," she said again, clasping Imogene tightly. "My foot," she started, between sniffles. "It's cut and bleeding. There were some bones." She tried to say some other things as well, but Ivy mostly just clutched onto Imogene, and cried happily.<br><br>Somewhere off in the darkness, <strong><em>something</em></strong> slipped out of the surface of the water for just a moment. Sleek and dark, much like the water it came from, <strong><em>the thing</em></strong> remained unseen for the moment. It could taste prey in the water, however; there was a trail of blood seeping from somewhere. Normally it had to drag its food back to its den kicking and screaming. But somehow, a pair of warm and tasty creatures had found their way into this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 07:51:14</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>For some reason, that uneasy chill seemed to move through Imogene's body again, that instinct that told her that something was wrong. But she was too busy hugging Ivy to take much notice, and pushed the thought from her mind.<br><br>Since Imogene was still bare, she couldn't do much about Ivy's foot. She would have, of course, made a cloth from her own clothes, but it was impossible now. Shivering a bit, she examined the cut. "It's not too bad," she said, "but you'd do best to keep off of it for a while. We don't want this getting infected." She was still shaking with fear and anxiety, and she hugged Ivy tighter to her, as though she were afraid to let go...and truth be told, at the moment, she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 08:02:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359749#msg2359749">Quote from: Chelemar on 20-10-2009, 07:36:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (in the glen, Ivy, ashley, Imogene, Jack the woodsman)</span><br><br>Ashley, realizing that there was no sense in trying to hide any longer now that the man had spotted her, never the less, stayed in the water, covering her private areas as best she could with her hands.&nbsp; "A gentleman would turn his back." she retorted, fear giving a quiver to her voice.<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Jack the Woodsman, Secluded Area in the Forest</strong> [Ashley and Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>"Alright, alright!" he said, a grin on his face as he threw his hands up in the air. He turned around, so that he was no longer looking at Ashley. "You got me. You're right, a gentleman wouldn't look, would he?" Then he threw his axe to the side, spun around quickly and rushed into the water after Ashley. "Too bad I'm not a gentleman, don't you agree," he screamed, his voice chaotic and frightening. Of course Ashley would try to run, or fight back perhaps, but the water slowed her down. She couldn't escape him, and he had caught her by surprise.<br><br>"Shh! Shhh, little bird," he said softly, his hand wrapped in her red curls as he held her from behind. "We're going to go up onto the shore now, and you're going to be a real nice lady for me. Do you understand, miss?" The man licked his lips, grinning widely. "'Cause if you don't do exactly as I say, I'll use my axe right over there," and here he let go of her hip for just a moment, to point over onto the shoreline. "You see it? That's my axe," he giggled, the sound maniacal. "Anyways, I'll use that axe to chop you up into itty-bitty, cute little pieces. Then I'll feed you to my dog." He held her tight as she struggled.<br><br>"And then, you know what I'm gonna be doing while my dog's getting real intimate with your bits and pieces? I'm gonna wait for your two little girlfriends to come out from wherever they're hiding, and I'm gonna give them the same deal as I offered you, bird." He laughed again, and Ashley could tell that he was not completely sane. "Somehow, I reckon that by the time I get to the last of you, I'll have a real willing plaything."<br><br>He leaned close and licked Ashley's cheek. "But you can fix it all. Just do what I say. Make me a real happy man, and I'll let you and your little girlfriends go, safe and sound. I promise it," he said again, and his voice was once again utterly trustworthy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 08:51:17</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>Shaking her head from her dazed reverie, she began responding to Antoine, "No, dear, I'm not upset--"&nbsp; She was cut off by his girlish yelp and even more frantic squealing.&nbsp; She was ready to jump down to help when the large soldier and his larger horse stomped up, almost crushing the young man.&nbsp; As he begged, Kolette could only look back and forth between the two, a bit helplessly.&nbsp; "Please, just don't crush him..." she tried to interject.<br><br>He seemed to give up interest, and as he surged away, Kolette jumped down and quickly examined Antoine's leg.&nbsp; Even she could see it was just a scratch, and after the "mortal wound" scare in the carriages, she was a little more skeptical.&nbsp; Actually, she was a little embarrassed and tried to pull him together.&nbsp; "Come on, Antoine, it's just a scratch, look."&nbsp; Trying to be reassuring, she cradles his head up.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 09:03:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359740#msg2359740">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 07:29:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian smiled at the elven girl. "Oh, sorry, I was trying to decide what color would look best on you." She pulled the strap back up onto Sylria's shoulder, and then smiled again, this time apologetic. "I was also trying to figure out if I like you in something strappy, or maybe a bit off the shoulder, you know?" She gazed at the elf, as if in pleasure. "But you're right, maybe I was making you a bit uncomfortable or shy, perhaps? Bella was like that, when we first met years ago. I think you'll find that you can be quite comfortable around me, my dear."<br><br>She shifted a bit, so that she sat perpendicular to the elf. She brought one knee up and then slipped it off to the side, so that was behind the girl. "Have you ever thought of braiding your hair. I think it would look quite lovely with some ribbons, and perhaps a hair piece. I absolutely can't wait to introduce you into society, Sylria. The more I think on it, the more excited it makes me." She reaches for Sylria's hand. "Come. Feel. My heart is beating so fast right now." If the elven girl allowed her to do so, Lillian took her hand and put it against her left breast. Her heart did indeed beat rapidly through her blouse.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink a little, looking at her in surprise.&nbsp; I <em>thought</em> I understood what Lillian wanted, but I couldn't be certain.&nbsp; Blushing a little more as she places my hand against her breast, I feel my heart beginning to race, and I think for a moment.&nbsp; I really wasn't cut out for subtlety, so I take a deep breath and look her in the eyes as I ask. "Lady Lillian, are you trying to seduce me?&nbsp; If you are, I would far prefer that you be up front about it.&nbsp; I am not a subtle person."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 10:27:27</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley</span> at the Glen (Ivy, Imogene, Jack the Woodsman)</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Jack the Woodsman, Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley and Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>"Alright, alright!" he said, a grin on his face as he threw his hands up in the air. He turned around, so that he was no longer looking at Ashley. "You got me. You're right, a gentleman wouldn't look, would he?" Then he threw his axe to the side, spun around quickly and rushed into the water after Ashley. "Too bad I'm not a gentleman, don't you agree," he screamed, his voice chaotic and frightening. Of course Ashley would try to run, or fight back perhaps, but the water slowed her down. She couldn't escape him, and he had caught her by surprise.<br><br>"Shh! Shhh, little bird," he said softly, his hand wrapped in her red curls as he held her from behind. "We're going to go up onto the shore now, and you're going to be a real nice lady for me. Do you understand, miss?" The man licked his lips, grinning widely. "'Cause if you don't do exactly as I say, I'll use my axe right over there," and here he let go of her hip for just a moment, to point over onto the shoreline. "You see it? That's my axe," he giggled, the sound maniacal. "Anyways, I'll use that axe to chop you up into itty-bitty, cute little pieces. Then I'll feed you to my dog." He held her tight as she struggled.<br><br>"And then, you know what I'm gonna be doing while my dog's getting real intimate with your bits and pieces? I'm gonna wait for your two little girlfriends to come out from wherever they're hiding, and I'm gonna give them the same deal as I offered you, bird." He laughed again, and Ashley could tell that he was not completely sane. "Somehow, I reckon that by the time I get to the last of you, I'll have a real willing plaything."<br><br>He leaned close and licked Ashley's cheek. "But you can fix it all. Just do what I say. Make me a real happy man, and I'll let you and your little girlfriends go, safe and sound. I promise it," he said again, and his voice was once again utterly trustworthy.[/]</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>[][/]</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Ashley stopped struggling.&nbsp; Her eyes fixed on a point in front of her, a vision of Ivy who lay dead with great slashing hack marks covering her tiny frame and&nbsp; a screaming Imogene being viciously ravished by the crazed monster who held her hair flickered in front of her eyes.&nbsp; She saw nothing of herself.&nbsp; Coming back to herself, Ashley knew there was only one thing to do.&nbsp; Stopping her struggles, she nodded, and with tears streaming down her pale face, went to the bank&nbsp; of the river with Jack. <br></strong><br><strong>She crawled up onto the bank on all fours.&nbsp; Rising to her feet, she refused to hide her nakedness any longer.&nbsp; What was going to be done would be.&nbsp; Her voice still weak, but getting stronger, she pleaded, "I will do what you say, if you p.. p.. promise you will leave me to my shame after.&nbsp; My friends have gone off with their lovers and are not here."&nbsp; She lied.&nbsp; Sending a silent prayer to God that he would believe her lie.</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Keeping her eyes down, she looked frantically for anything she could use against him.&nbsp; The axe would be too heavy for her, but she spotted a rock that would be perfect if she could get to it.&nbsp; Turning her head away from her goal, she backed toward the spot where the rock was and her goal.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:30:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359773#msg2359773">Quote from: Angry Risa on 20-10-2009, 07:51:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>For some reason, that uneasy chill seemed to move through Imogene's body again, that instinct that told her that something was wrong. But she was too busy hugging Ivy to take much notice, and pushed the thought from her mind.<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Suddenly, the girl in Imogene's arms began to tremble and shiver. She didn't say anything for several moments, and when her voice finally came, it was a broken whisper filled with fear. "Im...Im...Imogene? Why is...is the...wat..water mov...moving?" There were things moving in the water around them now, like long, slithering snakes or eels, breaking the surface of the pools here or there. Deeper in the cave, they could see one thick creature sliding in, over bare rock lit by light; it was massive, like a python, and covered in dark, purplish skin.<br><br>A thinner creature slid across Imogene's ankle, and it felt like there were several little mouths suckling at her bare skin. Slimy, sticky mouths. The girl in Imogene's arms began to cry. "We need to go...now, Imogene. We need to," and here she screamed as another of the eel-like creatures wrapped around her cut food. "It's biting me. A hundred, tiny teeth are biting me!" she screamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 21:41:20</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene looked down at the girl now shaking in her arms, utterly concerned. It took her a few moments to realize why, and she let out a disgusted noise, not a noise of fear. Imogene kicked at the slithering creature near her ankle, and pulled the other away from Ivy's bleeding foot. It was no good; she had left her staff that she performed magic with at the edge of the pool with her clothes. She knew that she would not be able to fight them off for too long.<br><br>And then she saw the other creature, moving about in the darkness, nearing toward them. Suddenly, the reason for all the dead corpses and skeletons lying around made sense, and she grabbed Ivy's wrist and pulled her out of the puddle of water they were currently standing in. Her heart pulsing with fear, she ran, not caring about the rocks, only hoping, praying to God that they would be able to flee with their lives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 22:40:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359850#msg2359850">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 09:03:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink a little, looking at her in surprise.&nbsp; I <em>thought</em> I understood what Lillian wanted, but I couldn't be certain.&nbsp; Blushing a little more as she places my hand against her breast, I feel my heart beginning to race, and I think for a moment.&nbsp; I really wasn't cut out for subtlety, so I take a deep breath and look her in the eyes as I ask. "Lady Lillian, are you trying to seduce me?&nbsp; If you are, I would far prefer that you be up front about it.&nbsp; I am not a subtle person."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>The human girl just smiled, her fingers still lingering on Sylria's skin. "Oh, I was just planning out your entrance into society, and thinking, but...now that you ask, I must admit that I'm very curious. What would you do? If I <em>were</em> trying to seduce you, I mean." She giggled, and then yawned. The latter expression turned into a long, whimpery noise; the kind one makes when they don't want to get out of a warm and comfortable bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 22:49:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361512#msg2361512">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 22:40:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>The human girl just smiled, her fingers still touching Sylria's skin in adoration. "Oh, I was just planning out your entrance into society, and thinking, but...now that you ask, I must admit that I'm very curious. What would you do? If I <em>were</em> trying to seduce you, I mean." She giggled, and then yawned. The latter expression turned into a long, whimpery noise; the kind one makes when they don't want to get out of a warm and comfortable bed.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"I...have no idea." I admit to her, slightly disturbed by the yawn.&nbsp; I wasn't certain what I should do, really.&nbsp; I reply, brushing the red lock of hair back. "Unlike you and the others, I have very little to base my actions off of.&nbsp; I only have two weeks of memories, in spite of the <em>knowledge</em> I have.&nbsp; I don't know how I <em>should</em> react, or even how my body may react.&nbsp; In some ways I'm an innocent, which is odd, thinking that I can actually call myself that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 22:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359843#msg2359843">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 20-10-2009, 08:51:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kolette, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br>...<br>He seemed to give up interest, and as he surged away, Kolette jumped down and quickly examined Antoine's leg.&nbsp; Even she could see it was just a scratch, and after the "mortal wound" scare in the carriages, she was a little more skeptical.&nbsp; Actually, she was a little embarrassed and tried to pull him together.&nbsp; "Come on, Antoine, it's just a scratch, look."&nbsp; Trying to be reassuring, she cradles his head up.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine sniffled a bit, but being against Kolette's ample breasts always made things better. At one point he giggled against her chest, and between the cover of their bodies, she felt a very obtrusive squeeze through her dress. First her left tit, and then the right. "I promise that I won't ever mind when my life is in danger, Kolette, as long as you're here to save me," he whimpered against her. The boy was still very much arroused, after his absurd game atop the horses, and he expressed it by nibbling on Kolette's neck.<br><br>"What am I thinking," he said, his eyes opening wide, and fluttering a bit. "Viktor is leaving us, Kolette. And that look...I just know he'd play with us, if we asked. What do you think, my dearest?" Antoine shivered in her arms, pondering it. "It's been so long since we've played with a man, hasn't it?" Then, with a naughty, little giggle, he whispered, "We could even take turns riding him...or maybe we could compete, to see who could bed him first! What do you think about that game?"<br><br>Antoine giggled as he pulled away from Kolette, standing up proudly, and leaning down to offer Kolette his arm. "My lady," he said, his voice nearly as feminine as hers would be. "May I offer you my arm? I believe we have a hunt to attend!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361541#msg2361541">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 22:49:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"I...have no idea." I admit to her, slightly disturbed by the yawn.&nbsp; I wasn't certain what I should do, really.&nbsp; I reply, brushing the red lock of hair back. "Unlike you and the others, I have very little to base my actions off of.&nbsp; I only have two weeks of memories, in spite of the <em>knowledge</em> I have.&nbsp; I don't know how I <em>should</em> react, or even how my body may react.&nbsp; In some ways I'm an innocent, which is odd, thinking that I can actually call myself that."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>The human girl sucked in one of cheeks, as if thinking. <em>Yes, that's it exactly!</em> Sylria was innocent, and that had to be at least part of what drew Lily to her. Untouched. Unspoiled. A heart that had no memories and belonged to no one, all wrapped up in a ravishing and exotic body. <br><br>Lillian did desire her, but not in any traditional way. She wanted Sylria around her, with her, and as part of her circle. She enjoyed flirting, but even with Bella, it rarely went further. There had been a few nights full of dancing and way too much wine that had progressed...further; but those were isolated incidents, and hardly indicative of Lily's sexual appetites. At least that's what the Montague girl believed. In any case, it really didn't matter. Wealth afforded the individual the privilege of being whimsical and flighty. The truth could be whatever was convenient at the moment.<br><br>She pulled at Sylria's arm playfully, and whispered, "Come here." She meant for Sylria to come and sit between her legs, against her. Noticing that elven girl did not immediately budge, she appended, "Please, I don't bite. I simply want to explain myself to you. The truth," she said with a small laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361612#msg2361612">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 23:06:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>The human girl sucked in one of cheeks, as if thinking. <em>Yes, that's it exactly!</em> Sylria was innocent, and that had to be at least part of what drew Lily to her. Untouched. Unspoiled. A heart that had no memories and belonged to no one, all wrapped up in a ravishing and exotic body. <br><br>Lillian did desire her, but not in any traditional way. She wanted Sylria around her, with her, and as part of her circle. She enjoyed flirting, but even with Bella, it rarely went further. There had been a few nights full of dancing and way too much wine that had progressed...further; but those were isolated incidents, and hardly indicative of Lily's sexual appetites. At least that's what the Montague girl believed. In any case, it really didn't matter. Wealth afforded the individual the privilege of being whimsical and flighty. The truth could be whatever was convenient at the moment.<br><br>She pulled at Sylria's arm playfully, and whispered, "Come here." She meant for Sylria to come and sit between her legs, against her. Noticing that elven girl did not immediately budge, she appended, "Please, I don't bite. I simply want to explain myself to you. The truth," she said with a small laugh.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink again as Lillian speaks, and resist for a moment when she tugs, but give in to her request, wanting to hear what she was going to say.&nbsp; I reply softly, feeling my body warm at her touch against my back. "Very well, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I'll...I will try to not overreact.&nbsp; I'm just not certain what to do at the moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:33:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361652#msg2361652">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 23:14:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink again as Lillian speaks, and resist for a moment when she tugs, but give in to her request, wanting to hear what she was going to say.&nbsp; I reply softly, feeling my body warm at her touch against my back. "Very well, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; I'll...I will try to not overreact.&nbsp; I'm just not certain what to do at the moment."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian wrapped her arms around Sylria once she came over. "Bella is my best friend, in all the world. I have much. Wealth and power because of my blood...the adoration of many who would be me. I even have the longest list of suitors in the country, and the privilege of spurning each and every one of them. But friends I hold dear and close to me. I don't want anything more from you than for you to exist beside me. Bella and I could use a new friend and companion...someone who could be close to us both, without causing trouble between us."<br><br>She kissed Sylria on the back of the head, and reached forward to pull the hair from the elven girl's face, depositing it behind her long, pointed ear. "I would like that to be you, Sylria, as I've said before. And that is the truth," she said, with finality.<br><br>"Now, before I got distracted, you said there were other things that bothered you, my dear?" Lillian still touched Sylria's skin, or laid her head here and there on the girl's shoulder, but it felt more casual and natural. There was no pretext of seduction, or intimacy...nothing beyond what might be shared between two sisters, revealing the secrets of their days to each other by candlelight before bed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:49:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2359903#msg2359903">Quote from: Chelemar on 20-10-2009, 10:27:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ashley,</strong> at the Glen (Ivy, Imogene, Jack the Woodsman)<br>&nbsp;...<br>She crawled up onto the bank on all fours.&nbsp; Rising to her feet, she refused to hide her nakedness any longer.&nbsp; What was going to be done would be.&nbsp; Her voice still weak, but getting stronger, she pleaded, "I will do what you say, if you p.. p.. promise you will leave me to my shame after.&nbsp; My friends have gone off with their lovers and are not here."&nbsp; She lied.&nbsp; Sending a silent prayer to God that he would believe her lie.[/b]<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Jack the Woodsman</strong>, Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley and Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>"Nu-uh. That's far enough," spoke Jack, as she made it up onto the muddy bank of the river on her hands and knees. His hand was still wrapped in her red locks, and she would find it hard to move anywhere without getting free from that fist first. "Why don't you stay like that, on your hands and knees, bird? You look like a mighty fine bitch right now." The woodsman's dog growled nearby, as if sensing Ashley's hostile intentions. "Oh, this one is gonna play real nice, dog. Now you don't go scaring her none," he said, his voice quivering with anticipation. Ashley's rock, her one hope for salvation, still lay a good ten feet away from her.<br><br>The man's other hand slipped between Ashley's legs, squeezing the mound of her sex, and trailing up to admire her pink lips. "Now you're going to be real good for me, aren't you, bird? I wanna hear you say it." His fingers parted her lips, and he touched her virgin opening with his rough, callused fingers." He laughed as he squeezed one of the cheeks of her bottom. "Say it, or I'll get my axe, bitch." He giggled, now maniacal again, and said, in a creepy, mock female voice, "Yes, Jack. I'm going to be a good little bitch for you." Then, in his angry voice, he yelled. "Say it! Say it now or I'll hurt you real bad, bird. Say it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361732#msg2361732">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 23:33:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian wrapped her arms around Sylria once she came over. "Bella is my best friend, in all the world. I have much. Wealth and power because of my blood...the adoration of many who would be me. I even have the longest list of suitors in the country, and the privilege of spurning each and every one of them. But friends I hold dear and close to me. I don't want anything more from you than for you to exist beside me. Bella and I could use a new friend and companion...someone who could be close to us both, without causing trouble between us."<br><br>She kissed Sylria on the back of the head, and reached forward to pull the hair from the elven girl's face, depositing it behind her long, pointed ear. "I would like that to be you, Sylria, as I've said before. And that is the truth," she said, with finality.<br><br>"Now, before I got distracted, you said there were other things that bothered you, my dear?" Lillian still touched Sylria's skin, or laid her head here and there on the girl's shoulder, but it felt more casual and natural. There was no pretext of seduction, or intimacy...nothing beyond what might be shared between two sisters, revealing the secrets of their days to each other by candlelight before bed.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I slowly relax into Lillian's arms, feeling odd, but able to relax slowly as she spoke, even if the kiss confused me at times.&nbsp; Her description of suitors...I didn't know what to think, but I waited for her to finish.&nbsp; At last I could relax a little, smiling and patting her hand as I reply. "I...I do not understand the suitors, but that is, in part, because the idea of marriage has no appeal to me.&nbsp; Nor men, for that matter.&nbsp; They exist, and that is all, at least to me.&nbsp; But I would be glad to be both your and Bella's friend, Lillian."<br><br>Leaning back a little more, I add, softly. "I don't know of anything else, precisely.&nbsp; I'm uncomfortable with things.&nbsp; The way the mansion and the land feels...it puts me on edge.&nbsp; I don't <em>know</em> what is going on, but I would like to find out.&nbsp; And I'm...well, I suppose it must seem strange to you, but I'm an architect as well, at least from what knowledge has surfaced in my mind.&nbsp; I have knowledge of dark creatures, the wilds and dwellers therein, magic, and such things.&nbsp; I don't trust things, but I'll do my best to make certain we aren't taken by surprise by things in the mansion.&nbsp; Hopefully if it is a haunt it can be laid to rest easily."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:16:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361246#msg2361246">Quote from: Angry Risa on 20-10-2009, 21:41:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br>...<br>And then she saw the other creature, moving about in the darkness, nearing toward them. Suddenly, the reason for all the dead corpses and skeletons lying around made sense, and she grabbed Ivy's wrist and pulled her out of the puddle of water they were currently standing in. Her heart pulsing with fear, she ran, not caring about the rocks, only hoping, praying to God that they would be able to flee with their lives.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy ran the moment Imogene told her to do so. Behind them, the cave came to life as the girls attempted flee. There were more of those creatures surfacing here and there; long, creepy things that reminded Ivy of some perverse mixture of snake and earthworm. A writhing mass of them filled the cavern behind the girls, as they struggled across the rough terrain, climbing over raised stone and slushing through deep pools. They had made it almost to the entrance of the cavern, when one of the creatures had caught up with them.<br><br>"Imogene, look out!" screamed Ivy, her voice young and full of terror. It was too late. One slimy-sticky tentacle slithered around Imogene's waist, wrapping tightly around her belly and crushing the air from her body. It was so strong and so powerful, and Ivy came to the morbid realization that Imogene was going to die. It started to drag and pull her backwards, back towards the great mass of writhing arms behind them. Deep in that grotesque mass, Ivy thought she could see a hole that was darker than everything around it. <em>Oh my gods, that's...that's its mouth</em>, realized Ivy, tears streaming down her face.<br><br>"No! No, you can't have her," begged Ivy as the tentacle continued to pull Imogene away from the cavern's entrance, and the safety of the light beyond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:17:10</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Ivy's actually going to save you, Risa, so if you want to be a screaming victim for a post, I promise you won't actually get eaten. I <strong>really</strong> want to get all the character sheets up, so that you can be in danger of actually getting eaten. Oh, and so you have your spells too. But that's not quite as important! :P<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 01:22:12</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>To Frederick, Accompanying hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Motague, Sylria, A. Browley, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr><br>A suspect trait of one Alfreic Slate was that he became acclimated to certain ideas quite deftly.&nbsp; For example, he hadn't thought of injuring poor Antoine.&nbsp; The chap had fallen and taken a scrape, and Hornet, being the curious beast that he was, approached the prostrated fellow, and very nearly brained him (and not because the horse wanted to, but because big animals tend to think that they are small).&nbsp; But Alfreic didn't want to harm the man...&nbsp; yet Antoine's reaction towards him, Kolette's absent injections of surprise and grief, and Frederick's deft interruption all hinted at an experience which Alfreic knew to not be true, but that <em>should</em> be true.&nbsp; Alfreic did not know that he wanted to utterly destroy Antoine until everyone unanimously expressed it, and for a few moments, Alfreic could think of nothing else except killing that strange creature.<br><br>Soon rejoining camp, Alfreic tied his horse to a tree and accosted Martin for a longbow and a quiver of arrows.&nbsp; He was not a terrific shot, for truly, he believed the longbow to be bestowed by the ingenuity of a cowardly devil, for what is it to kill a man without seeing them up close?&nbsp; Alas, he fitted the straps over his barrel chest and adorned his left forearm with a guard.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 02:00:51</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361558#msg2361558">Quote from: Faeylin on 20-10-2009, 22:54:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">she felt a very obtrusive squeeze through her dress. First her left tit, and then the right. "I promise that I won't ever mind when my life is in danger, Kolette, as long as you're here to save me," he whimpered against her. The boy was still very much aroused, after his absurd game atop the horses, and he expressed it by nibbling on Kolette's neck.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cradling him to her, she noticed he quickly went from simpering to shameless groping and sighed theatrically.&nbsp; She didn't pull him off, however.&nbsp; "You big <em>girl</em>," Kolette rolled her eyes.&nbsp; Sometimes he could be more helpless than any of the women.&nbsp; But she could appreciate his boldness in other arenas, however.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What am I thinking, Viktor is leaving us, Kolette. And that look...I just know he'd play with us, if we asked. What do you think, my dearest?&nbsp; It's been so long since we've played with a man, hasn't it?&nbsp; We could even take turns riding him...or maybe we could compete, to see who could bed him first! What do you think about that game?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Looking back to the diminishing Viktor, she left herself open to a few more sneaking gropes, and idly shooed Antoine's mitts away.&nbsp; "Vickor you say?&nbsp; He seems a bit standoffish sometimes, but I suppose he's sport enough for us.&nbsp; I believe I would love to share someone with you, but the 'hunt' sounds deliciously fun, and better game than some deer.&nbsp; Just promise whoever wins will invite the other soon!" she smiled, letting Antoine pull her back to her feet.<br><br>Moving to Frederick, she selected a shorter bow from the supplies.&nbsp; "Just a bow for me, Mr. Martin.&nbsp; I don't much enjoy guns, and I believe this is all I can handle.&nbsp; Of course, we'll just see if a woman with a little bow can beat the men with their big long guns."<br><br>Cinching the quiver with a modicum of competence, Kolette took a few paces to gaze off into the woods.&nbsp; She was no tracker, however, and it mostly provided an opportunity to ponder her new game and to observe how the group would play out.&nbsp; Would she approach Viktor directly, flirt with him and seduce?&nbsp; The Martins had a reputation, and that could be all it took.&nbsp; Or would it be better to approach this more obliquely, and find who he was close to?&nbsp; Kolette imagined herself the devious spy, but she was actually a bit unobservant of various power struggles and personal circles.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I'll just have to catch him alone on the hunt, and, oops! fall into his arms.&nbsp; A bit overdone, but most men don't seem to mind, or even discern.</em></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 02:59:32</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene wasn't looking back when the creatures started to stir around them. She wanted to get Ivy out of there safely, find Ashley, and get the hell out of there. What was supposed to be a pleasant, fun trip turned out to be their worst nightmare. If only they had gone with the hunting party like the rest of the others...<br><br>So whens he heard Ivy's yell of <em>"Imogene, look out!"</em>, it happened so fast that she didn't have any time to think or attempt to protect herself, though admittedly she probably wouldn't have been able to. She screamed as the tentacle wrapped around her stomach and crushed the air right out of her lungs, so that she could barely talk. Imogene's vision was becoming blurred, and she was losing consciousness fast. She knew she would die. Ivy was close enough to the entrance to the cave to save herself, she could still run to get Ashley. Her death would not be much loss.<br><br>"Ivy...go save yourself..." she said, straining her voice to make words with her weakened voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 04:24:11</strong>
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				Pain radiated across Ashley's scalp as <strong>he </strong>jerked her back down onto all fours.&nbsp; Small rocks tore at her knees and the palms of her hands.&nbsp; Her breath was coming rapid and shallow and each exhale sounded out a low wheeze.&nbsp; She continued to pray for her friends, for herself for someone to find them, for this to be a nightmare.&nbsp; An image of her father flashed before her as she had last seen him at his desk before coming on this trip.&nbsp; What would he do without her.&nbsp; 'Stop! Ashley, Stop!&nbsp; You have to know you'll make it.&nbsp; He can't kill me.&nbsp; I won't let him."&nbsp; Taking a deep breath she tried to get better control of herself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>When he had grabbed her private place Ashley surged forward only snapped back by the grip he had on her hair.&nbsp; Dread crawled up her skin like a living thing; she felt sick to her stomach.&nbsp; 'It's OK, OK. OK.'&nbsp; She kept repeating to herself.&nbsp; I just have to make it one minute.&nbsp; I can make it one minute."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She could feel his hand moving up her feeling her opening her like she was some pretty package.&nbsp; 'It's OK, OK. OK.&nbsp; What he is doing, he not doing to me, just some skin.&nbsp; It's just some skin.&nbsp; He can't touch me.'&nbsp; She rationalized. <br>&nbsp;<br>The menace in his voice finally broke through her thoughts.&nbsp; 'Just do what he says. Repeat it.'&nbsp; Her voice breaking on every word, she choked out, " Y... y..es...J...J...Jack, I a.. a..m going to be a g...g...oood little b...b..bitch for y..you."&nbsp; She ground her nails into the hard dirt of the riverbank to keep herself from screaming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:16:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362345#msg2362345">Quote from: Angry Risa on 21-10-2009, 02:59:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br>...<br>She knew she would die. Ivy was close enough to the entrance to the cave to save herself, she could still run to get Ashley. Her death would not be much loss.<br><br>"Ivy...go save yourself..." she said, straining her voice to make words with her weakened voice.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"I said, you can't have her!" screamed Ivy, bringing a massive rock with a sharp edge down on the tentacle that held Imogene. There was solid rock beneath it, and the blow partially severed the black, snakey tentacle. The end went slack around Imogene, and air flooded her lungs again. Though Ivy's blow had given the girls a moment of freedom, a terrible roar of a hiss shot back through the cavern, promising that it was only temporary.<br><br>"It's one creature," she gasped, trying to get Imogene back to her feet. Hundreds of tentacles slithered after them, each directed by a single, alien mind. "We need to get out here. Come on, Imogene, run!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362584#msg2362584">Quote from: Chelemar on 21-10-2009, 04:24:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... <br>The menace in his voice finally broke through her thoughts.&nbsp; 'Just do what he says. Repeat it.'&nbsp; Her voice breaking on every word, she choked out, " Y... y..es...J...J...Jack, I a.. a..m going to be a g...g...oood little b...b..bitch for y..you."&nbsp; She ground her nails into the hard dirt of the riverbank to keep herself from screaming.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Jack the Woodsman</strong>, Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley &amp; Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>"Oh, you're such a sweet little bird," he told her, as he reached down and undid the knot that held his pants up. "I can't wait to see how you feel inside, miss. No, no, no, Jack can't wait. No he sure can't." He rustled with the knot for a few more seconds, growing a bit frustrated. "This ain't easy with just one hand, but...Oh! There we go!" Something hot and kind of slimy smacked against Ashley's bottom. "Miss, I'd like you to meet little Jack. Now you be real nice to him!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:37:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361795#msg2361795">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 23:50:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>Leaning back a little more, I add, softly. "I don't know of anything else, precisely.&nbsp; I'm uncomfortable with things.&nbsp; The way the mansion and the land feels...it puts me on edge.&nbsp; I don't <em>know</em> what is going on, but I would like to find out.&nbsp; And I'm...well, I suppose it must seem strange to you, but I'm an architect as well, at least from what knowledge has surfaced in my mind.&nbsp; I have knowledge of dark creatures, the wilds and dwellers therein, magic, and such things.&nbsp; I don't trust things, but I'll do my best to make certain we aren't taken by surprise by things in the mansion.&nbsp; Hopefully if it is a haunt it can be laid to rest easily."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Good," smiled Lillian, pulling Sylria close. "So will you pretend, at least, to be my cousin? Blood is everything in this land, and Montague blood pretty much makes you royalty." Lily gazed up into the branches above them as they spoke. "And you said something about a haunt? The book that bled? Can you tell me more about them," she asked softly. Lily had indeed seen something strange in the house, in the grand mirror in her bedroom. But for now, she didn't feel comfortable sharing her experience. It had been vivid, but she had already convinced herself that it was just a daydream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:42:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Something hot and kind of slimy smacked against Ashley's bottom. "Miss, I'd like you to meet little Jack. Now you be real nice to him!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>The pressure eased up on her hair as Jack fumbled with his trousers.&nbsp; Wondering who little Jack could be Ashley turned.&nbsp; Her eyes grew huge and round when she saw that something small and white was sticking out from the man's trousers.&nbsp; He was holding it in his hands and petting the funny little worm.&nbsp; She couldn't take her eyes off of it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:49:01</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene had nearly fallen out of consciousness when glorious air seemed to flow through her lungs again. The grip on her stomach slackened, and she was able to pull away. Flabbergasted that she was still alive, and even moreso at the idea that Ivy had saved her life, she reached out and grabbed Ivy's wrist. She still felt weakened from the tentacle's grip, and she started to run again.<br><br>"Ivy...you...saved my life..." she panted as she ran. "I...can't thank you enough..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 06:26:09</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> This might be kind of tricky, but Ashley, if you could just kinda stay where you are, and Risa, if you and Ivy could head towards her on the edge of the pool, that would be perfect! <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362861#msg2362861">Quote from: Angry Risa on 21-10-2009, 05:49:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>"Ivy...you...saved my life..." she panted as she ran. "I...can't thank you enough..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy wasn't paying attention to anything but the entrance to the grotto as the two girls ran. <em>Almost there!</em> She dove under the water, hitting her head hard against the side of the cavern entrance. It was a shocking blow, and it stunned her for a moment. But sheer desperation kept her moving forward. Ivy gulped in water for air as she came out the other side of the tunnel. She tried to scream as she swam away from the dark place, but her lungs were still half-full of water. Her hand clung tightly to Imogene's. Both girls must have made it to safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 06:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362829#msg2362829">Quote from: Faeylin on 21-10-2009, 05:37:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Good," smiled Lillian, pulling Sylria close. "So will you pretend, at least, to be my cousin? Blood is everything in this land, and Montague blood pretty much makes you royalty." Lily gazed up into the branches above them as they spoke. "And you said something about a haunt? The book that bled? Can you tell me more about them," she asked softly. Lily had indeed seen something strange in the house, in the grand mirror in her bedroom. But for now, she didn't feel comfortable sharing her experience. It had been vivid, but she had already convinced herself that it was just a daydream.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"I...will try to pretend.&nbsp; The lack of memory should help, at least, but I am not entirely comfortable lying.&nbsp; But I will try." I tell her, and then frown at the question about the haunt.&nbsp; I reply, shrugging. "I don't know much more than I told you.&nbsp; I found the strange fingerprints last night, like those of a young girl.&nbsp; When I slept, I had strange dreams, including a young girl at one point, though I don't remember clearly.&nbsp; Then, in the morning while I was speaking with Ashley in the library, I heard the giggle of a young girl from the air between us, and the book began to bleed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 06:39:26</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Within the Submerged Cavern [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene was darting past all the rocks, probably cutting herself in places, but she didn't care as they ran toward the light. She didn't notice Ivy hit her head, but with a sudden burst of a blinding white light, they were finally out into the grotto, into open air and sky, and she nearly fell over with exhaustion. But she wasn't stopping now, they had to get to Ashley, and quickly, to get them the hell out of here.<br><br>She wanted to ask Ivy if she was alright, but there was no time to waste. Running to where she knew the edge of the pool was, everything seemed to be a colorful blur. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw another person there, a man by the look of them.<br><br>"OI!" she called out, her voice mutinous at the sight. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 06:41:00</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> And we just need one last post from Chel.<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362844#msg2362844">Quote from: Chelemar on 21-10-2009, 05:42:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <br>The pressure eased up on her hair as Jack fumbled with his trousers.&nbsp; Wondering who little Jack could be Ashley turned.&nbsp; Her eyes grew huge and round when she saw that something small and white was sticking out from the man's trousers.&nbsp; He was holding it in his hands and petting the funny little worm.&nbsp; She couldn't take her eyes off of it. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Jack the Woodsman,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley &amp; Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>"Oh, looks like your little girlfriends are back from their swim," giggled Jack. "No, no, little bird. You stay right there and say hello to little Jack. Little bird and little Jack are going to have some fun. Yes they are!" He tightened his grip on Ashley's hair, and for the first time in her life, she felt a man between the lips of her sex. He was rough and insensitive as he jerked up into her, pushing into her body without any care for the girl's comfort. He leaned back, gasping, "Oh! Ohhh! That's so good, little bird!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 07:03:54</strong>
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				'Just one more minute.' Ashley repeated to herself.&nbsp; It was then she heard Imogene's enraged shout.&nbsp; 'It's all been for nothing.'&nbsp; She thought.&nbsp; 'Nothing.'&nbsp; The searing pain that began to envelop her when he shoved that worm into her floated away as another vision began to float into her sight. "NOoooooo." A scream tore from her very being.&nbsp; She braced her hands into ground in front of her and Kicking back with all of the force&nbsp; all the rage in her, she caught the beast square in the knee.&nbsp; He let go of her hair as he fell, and she surged foreward toward the axe and the dog.&nbsp; One thing about dogs, they can sense when to attack, when to bite and when to get out of the way.&nbsp; That dog knew that the redhead racing towards him was not to be stopped.&nbsp; still screaming, Ashley picked up the axe, and dashed back to where it lie.&nbsp; She brought the blunt side of the Axe down across the man's crotch again and again to kill the worm that threatened to her friends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 08:40:27</strong>
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				<strong>Jack the Woodsman,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley &amp; Jack the Woodsman]<br><br>Somehow, Ashley escaped from Jack, and turned on him, trying to attack him. He stumbled back, and from the water, one of those black tentacles slipped up and wrapped around his thick leg. "What? What is.." his eyes went wide as another inky black thing grabbed his other leg. "Help me! Help me, please!" he began to scream. His dog made a confused sound, and went running off into the woods. "Help me! Little bird, help me! I didn't mean you any harm, I promise..." He was being drug backwards, down into the water, and a third tentacle latched around his neck cutting off his pleas for help. He went down beneath the water quickly, and the next time he surfaced, he was a good twenty feet away, headed right for the entrance of the grotto. "Oh, gods, no. Don't....me...elp," he managed to get out, before more black tentacles wrapped around him, and took him under for the final time.<br><br>The pool was quiet and calm again, much like when they first arrived. The birds went back to singing their avian ballads, and the sun drifted lazily overhead. Though each girl had undergone horrible experiences, the day around them seemed unaffected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 08:52:51</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene was covering Ivy's eyes with her hand, holding her close as she watched the scene unfold in terror. She couldn't even begin to describe it, and she was only watching. She watched, also, as the unsaid man was attacked by the tentacles, watching him get dragged underwater. If he hadn't just tried to harm one of her best friends, maybe she would have felt sorry for him.<br><br>"Come on, Ivy," she said softly, gently taking Ivy's hand. Everything seemed quiet now, as peaceful and still as it had been when they'd first arrived. The sight of it was unnerving, unfitting to the exhaustion, pain and fear that was pulsing through Imogene's veins. Cautiously, she approached Ashley, kneeling down beside her. "Ashley...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 10:25:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> (Imogene, Ivy, at the Glen)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley didn't see the man get pulled into the water.&nbsp; She was still kneeling next to the axe she had dropped with her face buried in her hands.&nbsp; Lifting her head when Imogene spoke to her name, she turned toward the young girl beside her.&nbsp; While Imogene would see her friend, she would no longer see a young girl for all traces of that Ashley had been wiped away with one thrust.&nbsp; The face turned now towards Imogene's held the sharp angles and planes of a woman.&nbsp; Her eyes had a knowing in them and lips that had been quick to smile seemed thinner somehow.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley murmured, "We need to get dressed and get out of here."&nbsp; &nbsp;Standing quickly, she strode towards her clothes as though nothing had happened.&nbsp; She pulled on her bloomers and shoved her hands into her soft corset, but threw her whalebone corset into the lake.&nbsp; She looked back to where Ivy and Imogene were.&nbsp; "We need to leave now."&nbsp; She repeated in the same matter of fact tone she had used a moment ago.&nbsp; If her eyes registered the bruises or blood on either of her friends, she would have to admit the blood that stained her own thighs, and that was not possible.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 10:35:53</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ashley, Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Imogene frowned. The man had done something to her, she could tell. Even though she had been too far away to see exactly what had been happening, she just knew it. She had an odd look in her eye when she smiled. For some reason, she looked more...mature. More purposeful. Unlike herself.<br><br>"Ashley..." she said again, this time her voice had an air of pleading, of desire to understand. Imogene wanted to touch her, to place a consoling hand on her shoulder, tell her everything was alright, that they were safe now. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.<br><br>Frowning slightly, she let go of Ivy's hand and headed for her clothes without another word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br><br>Ivy stumbled around, worse off for their day of swimming. Blood matted in her hair, just behind her left temple, and her right foot had a raw, angry wound. "I think...Ashley's right. Let's get...dressed, and...go." She was slow as she pulled her clothing on. If she did see what Jack had done to Ashley, the girl didn't let on about it.&nbsp; "Everyone's...okay. Let's go," she mumbled, taking a few, uncertain steps towards Apple Blossom.<br><br>"Are you, okay, you two?" she asked again, closing her eyes and rubbing her head a bit. Though she was exhausted and hurt, Ivy seemed to be coming back to senses. Her words and thoughts seemed more coherent. The surge of adrenaline was flowing quickly out of her, however, and she was fighting to stay awake. "Let's get back," she said again, her voice distant and fragile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 09:47:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2362988#msg2362988">Quote from: Myrleena on 21-10-2009, 06:33:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"I...will try to pretend.&nbsp; The lack of memory should help, at least, but I am not entirely comfortable lying.&nbsp; But I will try." I tell her, and then frown at the question about the haunt.&nbsp; I reply, shrugging. "I don't know much more than I told you.&nbsp; I found the strange fingerprints last night, like those of a young girl.&nbsp; When I slept, I had strange dreams, including a young girl at one point, though I don't remember clearly.&nbsp; Then, in the morning while I was speaking with Ashley in the library, I heard the giggle of a young girl from the air between us, and the book began to bleed."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Don't think of it as lying," she laughed, holding Sylria close. "More just being creative, or in disguise. And the truth is, even if you and I don't believe it, it could always be true, somehow...what if magic changed you into an elf in the first place!" The thought was obviously playful, bu there was a certain logic to it. Sylria knew nothing, remembered nothing, and in that absence, anything could be true.<br><br>Lillian listened as Sylria continued talking, about the events in the library, and the dream. "I almost never remember my dreams, but I think there was a little girl in mine as well. And the book," she shook her head, a tiny bit disturbed. "That's very unsettling. Most people in the country don't believe in things like haunts or ghosts, but if you say you saw those things, then obviously I do believe you." She shrugged, and smiled. "It's kind of charming, really. A child ghost? What harm could a little ghostly girl do, really?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 10:05:36</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Okay, for the hunters, you have the option of splitting up into smaller groups, and stalking prey on your own, or staying with the main group (ie Frederick Martin). The forests are many miles wide and deep, so it would be easy to split away from one another. There is a camp at the SW border of the forested area, where Richard Dupont and Estelle will remain. It's currently just after noon, and it's likely that the characters will be hunting for some time. <br><br>I'll handle posts and story for each hunting group separately. So please post your preferences, including any NPCs you'd like to stay close to, and I'll get things sorted. Each group (or solo individual) should have a single leader, and that leader will be handling perception and survival checks for the group (for the most part).<br><br>Alfreic, if you'd like to go solo, I have a character-specific plot line I can introduce for you. Or you can stay with the group; whatever works best for you. Kolette, Viktor's player agreed to some RP with you and Antoine, if you both want to stay together in the same group with him; that could be fun if you'd like to play out Antoine's game. All groups (even if you just all stay together) will have fun stuff happening, and I promise you won't be bored. ^^<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Current Groups (So Far)</span><br><br>Group #1 (Camp): Richard Dupont, Estelle, various servants<br><br>Group #2 (Main Hunting Party): Frederick Martin, Marcus Dupont, Bella, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine La Fleur<br><br>Group #3: Alfreic Slate, Colleen Windower<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2371285#msg2371285">Quote from: Faeylin on 23-10-2009, 09:47:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Don't think of it as lying," she laughed, holding Sylria close. "More just being creative, or in disguise. And the truth is, even if you and I don't believe it, it could always be true, somehow...what if magic changed you into an elf in the first place!" The thought was obviously playful, bu there was a certain logic to it. Sylria knew nothing, remembered nothing, and in that absence, anything could be true.<br><br>Lillian listened as Sylria continued talking, about the events in the library, and the dream. "I almost never remember my dreams, but I think there was a little girl in mine as well. And the book," she shook her head, a tiny bit disturbed. "That's very unsettling. Most people in the country don't believe in things like haunts or ghosts, but if you say you saw those things, then obviously I do believe you." She shrugged, and smiled. "It's kind of charming, really. A child ghost? What harm could a little ghostly girl do, really?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Swallowing, I shake my head and smile weakly. "Perhaps it is possible that I was turned into an elf, but I doubt it.&nbsp; I'm...just so afraid in many ways.&nbsp; All of this feels strange.&nbsp; Is it a coincidence?&nbsp; Did you just happen along at the perfect time to save me, or was it arranged by something greater?&nbsp; I don't know much of gods, but I do know that it is possible.&nbsp; And then there's whatever took my memories.&nbsp; I just don't know."<br><br>"But as for the dream..." I say, frowning slightly.&nbsp; I try to remember, and then shrug. "I'm not certain <em>what</em> was going on, and undead aren't my specialty either.&nbsp; But haunts come in two varieties that I know of.&nbsp; Relatively benevolent, and malevolent.&nbsp; If it is the latter...I suggest either getting out of the house as soon as we can, or figuring out how to put her to rest.&nbsp; Ghosts worry me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:41:55</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br><br>With her bow and quiver secure, Kolette made sure no straps or anything obscured her cleavage before approaching Frederick's brother, hoping to catch a head start on Antoine.<br><br>"Viktor," she smiled, "thank you again for your gallantry back at that horrid attack on the road.&nbsp; Since then, however, I'm afraid we haven't been able to get to know one another on this holiday.&nbsp; Would you escort me on the hunt today?&nbsp; We have hours out here, and I believe we could be great friends by the time we return."<br><br><em>Very</em> close <em>friends at that...</em></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:26:00</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br><br>Imogene finished with her clothes, which covered up most of her scratches and bruises. Each breath she took made her stomach start to hurt, and she placed a hand over it for a second before standing upright again. Without looking at Ashley, she followed Ivy toward Apple Blossom, patting the horse gently. Everything just seemed ten times more innocent and safe, now that they were away from that horrid...<em>thing.</em><br><br>She was still weakened and tired, however. After helping Ivy onto the horse and climbing on herself, she pressed her face in Ivy's neck, her breath tickling her skin, her entire body was starting to ache. "Are you alright?" she asked, her lips close to Ivy's earlobe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2372235#msg2372235">Quote from: Myrleena on 23-10-2009, 19:28:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>"But as for the dream..." I say, frowning slightly.&nbsp; I try to remember, and then shrug. "I'm not certain <em>what</em> was going on, and undead aren't my specialty either.&nbsp; But haunts come in two varieties that I know of.&nbsp; Relatively benevolent, and malevolent.&nbsp; If it is the latter...I suggest either getting out of the house as soon as we can, or figuring out how to put her to rest.&nbsp; Ghosts worry me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily nodded as she listened. "But this was just a little girl. I can't imagine that she'd hurt any of us, and I don't exactly want to call off our holiday because we think Avonleigh might be haunted." The Montague girl chuckled here. "I would be the laughing stock of Port-a-Lucine. I can just hear it now," she said, and then in a more catty voice, she added, "That Lillian Montague is afraid of ghosts. A good fright dampers all of her parties." Shaking her head, Lillian spoke in her normal tone again. "No, if the house is haunted, we'll just have to evict the previous residents so that Avonleigh is all mine again."<br><br>She paid Sylria a bit more regard now. "So, if there actually is some sort of spirit or whatever, can you take care of it? I could always send word, maybe to Port-a-Lucine. We have mediums and things like that there, but it's always been for fun, as much as I can tell." Lily bit her lip. "Ghost or not, that could be a lot of fun. A seance! That's what they call it, isn't it? When you speak to ghosts? Or, maybe we could try it ourselves...from a book, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2373351#msg2373351">Quote from: Faeylin on 24-10-2009, 00:16:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily nodded as she listened. "But this was just a little girl. I can't imagine that she'd hurt any of us, and I don't exactly want to call off our holiday because we think Avonleigh might be haunted." The Montague girl chuckled here. "I would be the laughing stock of Port-a-Lucine. I can just hear it now," she said, and then in a more catty voice, she added, "That Lillian Montague is afraid of ghosts. A good fright dampers all of her parties." Shaking her head, Lillian spoke in her normal tone again. "No, if the house is haunted, we'll just have to evict the previous residents so that Avonleigh is all mine again."<br><br>She paid Sylria a bit more regard now. "So, if there actually is some sort of spirit or whatever, can you take care of it? I could always send word, maybe to Port-a-Lucine. We have mediums and things like that there, but it's always been for fun, as much as I can tell." Lily bit her lip. "Ghost or not, that could be a lot of fun. A seance! That's what they call it, isn't it? When you speak to ghosts? Or, maybe we could try it ourselves...from a book, perhaps?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I frown a little and shrug.&nbsp; I'm hesitant, but since I don't know much about ghosts...well, I wished I knew more.&nbsp; Then I could tell her things, but I didn't <em>know</em> that they were especially dangerous.&nbsp; Besides, it was just a young girl.&nbsp; I reply after a moment. "Perhaps it won't be an issue, and I'm just overcautious.&nbsp; I'd say to do whichever you like.&nbsp; I'm also not familiar with a...seance, but I suppose that it couldn't hurt.&nbsp; I'll go through the library to try to find out what happened, I suppose, and maybe see what else there is in the manor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:19:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2373160#msg2373160">Quote from: Angry Risa on 23-10-2009, 23:26:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br>...<br>She was still weakened and tired, however. After helping Ivy onto the horse and climbing on herself, she pressed her face in Ivy's neck, her breath tickling her skin, her entire body was starting to ache. "Are you alright?" she asked, her lips close to Ivy's earlobe.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br><br>Ivy held the reigns of her horse up, and gave them a gentle tug. In her exhausted state, it seemed like such a chore. "I...I think so. I just want to get back to Avonleigh," she mumbled, tears in her eyes. Once Apple Blossom began to move, she let them drop, leaning forward a bit so that she could rest her head against the horse. Imogene (most likely) came forward with her, the other girl's head slipping down against Ivy's back. "Ashley, are you coming to?" she asked of her other friend, to make sure they weren't leaving her behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:24:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>Viktor was in deep concentration when Kolette spoke to him.&nbsp; He barely heard what she said. He was slightly annoyed at the interruption, but made no outward reflection of it. <br><br>"Ahh, Miss Kolette. Of course, yes, yes, please think nothing of it," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, smiling all the while. "Any gentleman would have done the same in my place." His eyes closed, as his head fell slightly forward, hand on his chest as he made his best attempt at bluffing. <br><br><em>Escort?</em> He thought about that for a moment. He wondered if "courting" another woman would stir any feelings in Bella at all. He was interested just enough to find out. "Escorting you would be my pleasure." He took Kolette's hand in his, and gently kissed the back of it.<br><br>"I'm afraid I'm not what my brother is, but together we'll make a fun game of it, don't you think?" Viktor winked at Kolette, all the while peeriing at Bella out of the corner of his eye.<br><br>((OOC: I'd like to stay with the main group for the most part if that's ok with Kolette's player.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2373524#msg2373524">Quote from: Myrleena on 24-10-2009, 01:05:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I frown a little and shrug.&nbsp; I'm hesitant, but since I don't know much about ghosts...well, I wished I knew more.&nbsp; Then I could tell her things, but I didn't <em>know</em> that they were especially dangerous.&nbsp; Besides, it was just a young girl.&nbsp; I reply after a moment. "Perhaps it won't be an issue, and I'm just overcautious.&nbsp; I'd say to do whichever you like.&nbsp; I'm also not familiar with a...seance, but I suppose that it couldn't hurt.&nbsp; I'll go through the library to try to find out what happened, I suppose, and maybe see what else there is in the manor."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian nodded, listening to Sylria, but there was a peculiar light in her eyes. "We should do it, Sylria. A seance! Even if it doesn't work, wouldn't it be...interesting? Neat? We could tell everyone that we think the house might be haunted." she bit at the inside of her mouth again, and her body seemed slightly tense, as if she were done with sitting and she was ready to move. "Would you like to go back to the manor, maybe? Take a peek in the library, and see if we can't figure out more about the house...and how to perform a seance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:46:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong>, ( Imogene, Ivy in the woods)</span><br>&nbsp;<br>"Of course, Imogene."&nbsp; Ashley answered Imogene's question in an unsteady voice.&nbsp; Kicking firefox lightly she started a slow trot and followed the girls out of the glen.&nbsp; Her back was straight as proper, but there was an added stiffness, and she did not spare a second glance to the place where so much had happened in such a short time.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Wishing now that she had spared a moment to grab a gun, Ashley made it her job to keep watch so that no one could again sneak up on the three, at least until they hooked up with the hunting party or made their way back to Avonleigh.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Breathing slowly to bring some steadiness back to herself, Ashley refused to be cowed by what had happened.&nbsp; Instead, she began to draw on the anger she had felt when smashing his evil, and the need for calm she felt now.&nbsp; The anger gave her strength to continue and the calm a sense of focus to never have something like that happen again.&nbsp; Not to her, nor her friends.<br><br>"Are we going back to Avonleigh or... do you know where the hunting party is?"&nbsp; Ashley asked the two girls ahead of her, this time her voice seemed almost normal, although the womanly countenance she had acquired stayed, the younger version of herself was gone.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Ashley rode closer to the two, she leaned near to Imogene and whispered "I would that we all be safe, I see your injuries and am sorry."&nbsp; Ashley petted a strand of Genie's hair before continuing,&nbsp; "I know I am acting oddly, and would not have you or Ivy fret.&nbsp; Please do not ask me to explain, not if you love me."&nbsp; Then she pulled back on Firefox's reigns and resumed her place behind the two girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella, Alfreic Slate (?)]<br><br>Bella didn't stop to wait for Viktor at any point after she dismounted, but her thoughts broiled on him. Her heart and mind turned molten when she saw him speaking with Kolette. <em>That slut! She's totally flirting with him,</em> she pouted, giving the couple just a brief glance. Shaking her head, she resolved to forget about Viktor, even if her fluttering stomach did not. Bella would settle down and marry a nice, rich noble; she didn't need or particularly want anyone to be able to do...this, to her. <em>He's a scoundrel...a very...bad man!</em> She stomped ahead, after Frederick Martin, a long-barreled musket in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2373606#msg2373606">Quote from: Faeylin on 24-10-2009, 01:35:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian nodded, listening to Sylria, but there was a peculiar light in her eyes. "We should do it, Sylria. A seance! Even if it doesn't work, wouldn't it be...interesting? Neat? We could tell everyone that we think the house might be haunted." she bit at the inside of her mouth again, and her body seemed slightly tense, as if she were done with sitting and she was ready to move. "Would you like to go back to the manor, maybe? Take a peek in the library, and see if we can't figure out more about the house...and how to perform a seance?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Certainly, Lady Lillian." I tell her, pushing myself to my feet and swaying slightly as blood rushes through my legs again.&nbsp; After a moment I look at the horse with distaste, and then add. "I am interested in finding out what is happening.&nbsp; Do we wish to invite your friend...Bella along?&nbsp; I wouldn't want people to think I'm monopolizing you, after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 03:52:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2373666#msg2373666">Quote from: Myrleena on 24-10-2009, 01:55:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Certainly, Lady Lillian." I tell her, pushing myself to my feet and swaying slightly as blood rushes through my legs again.&nbsp; After a moment I look at the horse with distaste, and then add. "I am interested in finding out what is happening.&nbsp; Do we wish to invite your friend...Bella along?&nbsp; I wouldn't want people to think I'm monopolizing you, after all."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Oh, I'm sure she's having fun with the others for now," she laughed. Her eyes saw the interplay between horse and elf, however. "We could, umm, walk back. But it might take quite a while. We must have ridden six or seven miles from Avonleigh." She rose to her feet as well, brushing leaves and other debris from the backside of her clothing. "Or I could teach you how to ride, if you'd prefer, so that you don't have to feel so uncomfortable."<br><br>Thinking more on Bella, she added, "And it would be better to present our seance to everyone once we've prepared, don't you think? It'd take too much explaining to bring her in on our idea right now." She shrugged. "And I don't know quite where she ran off to, either. Is that enough reasons yet?" Lily laughed again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 03:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2374026#msg2374026">Quote from: Faeylin on 24-10-2009, 03:52:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Oh, I'm sure she's having fun with the others for now," she laughed. Her eyes saw the interplay between horse and elf, however. "We could, umm, walk back. But it might take quite a while. We must have ridden six or seven miles from Avonleigh." She rose to her feet as well, brushing leaves and other debris from the backside of her clothing. "Or I could teach you how to ride, if you'd prefer, so that you don't have to feel so uncomfortable."<br><br>Thinking more on Bella, she added, "And it would be better to present our seance to everyone once we've prepared, don't you think? It'd take too much explaining to bring her in on our idea right now." She shrugged. "And I don't know quite where she ran off to, either. Is that enough reasons yet?" Lily laughed again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"No, I'll be alright.&nbsp; Either way is fine, it's just that I don't know how to ride, and I don't particularly mind that fact.&nbsp; I like my own two feet, as they get me places in good time.&nbsp; That and..." I begin speaking, but my voice trails off and my brows furrow.&nbsp; What was I going to say?&nbsp; It was like I was used to saying that, and had something else to add, but it wasn't there.&nbsp; I didn't <em>remember</em> the other reason.&nbsp; I continue after a moment, a note of frustration in my voice. "Wonderful.&nbsp; I can tell that I've said things like that before, and that there were other reasons, but I can't remember the reasons.&nbsp; That is <em>aggravating.</em>&nbsp; But in any case, Whichever you think is best.&nbsp; I can deal with it.&nbsp; I don't know much about hunting anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:37:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>Departing hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"Good luck finding your quarry," the ox of a man said in good spirits.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I shall disperse."<br><br>And with that, the booted heels of large feet stomped overland through thickets and brambles, until the forest cover shielded the rest of the party from sight.&nbsp; Alfreic found himself entirely alone.&nbsp; <em>Good,</em> he thought as he slung the bow over his shoulder and took up his pipe.&nbsp; Two mountains of smoke escaped his nostrils after a deep long drag, and he strolled through the forest, finding himself altogether content in his solitude.<br><br>Each crunch of leaf and twig brought forth a memory, some good and some bad, and soon Alfreic was not enjoying what was a delightful day through pine and prairie, but a trip through accurate and inaccurate dreams.<br><br><strong>OOC:&nbsp; Alfreic has left the party.</strong><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 22:27:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2375789#msg2375789">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 24-10-2009, 17:37:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate,</strong> Soldier, <em>Departing hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br>...<br>Each crunch of leaf and twig brought forth a memory, some good and some bad, and soon Alfreic was not enjoying what was a delightful day through pine and prairie, but a trip through accurate and inaccurate dreams.<br><br><strong>OOC:&nbsp; Alfreic has left the party.</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>As Alfreic walked, his memories began to surface. Kills that he had enjoyed. Friends and companions who had been butchered in the war with Falkovnia. But one among them always haunted him, perhaps hunted him, with more vigor. <br><br>As he walked, there was a giggle off to his side. Pretty and feminine, the kind of noise that promised there were many more to come. "Al-freic," she called, from somewhere far away. His sharp senses caught the flash of blonde hair off to his other side, deep in the woods. "Al-freic!" came her haunting call again, as if daring him to search her out.<br><br>Then there were a pair of hands slipping up and around his face, covering his mighty eyes. "Guess who?" she murmured with her signature giggle. She had to stand on her tippy toes to play this game, and the man could feel her small body, pressed tight against him for support. Most maddening were her ample breasts, pressed against his back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 22:41:07</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Just a brief update on where everyone is (and I'll make some individual posts for everyone to reflect the change in scenery.<br><br>The three girls are headed back to Avonleigh, and are midway there. Lily &amp; Sylria were much closer, and started earlier, so they are all the way back at Avonleigh by this point. The main hunting party sets off into the forest, and is roughly 1.5 miles into the expanse of trees (NE-ish). Alfreic chose a different path, and is being more casual about his hunt (as evidenced by his pipe smoking), so he is only a half mile into the forest, headed in a different direction (we'll say SE-ish).<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 22:51:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2374057#msg2374057">Quote from: Myrleena on 24-10-2009, 03:59:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>"No, I'll be alright.&nbsp; Either way is fine, it's just that I don't know how to ride, and I don't particularly mind that fact.&nbsp; I like my own two feet, as they get me places in good time.&nbsp; That and..." I begin speaking, but my voice trails off and my brows furrow.&nbsp; What was I going to say?&nbsp; It was like I was used to saying that, and had something else to add, but it wasn't there.&nbsp; I didn't <em>remember</em> the other reason.&nbsp; I continue after a moment, a note of frustration in my voice. "Wonderful.&nbsp; I can tell that I've said things like that before, and that there were other reasons, but I can't remember the reasons.&nbsp; That is <em>aggravating.</em>&nbsp; But in any case, Whichever you think is best.&nbsp; I can deal with it.&nbsp; I don't know much about hunting anyway."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian giggled as the other girl finished speaking. "Sylria, you're very cute when you ramble, did you know that? Come on," she said, sliding up easily into the saddle. "Onto the horse with you. Hold on, like last time. Nice and tight, and I promise we'll go a bit slower on the way back."<br><br>Once Sylria was atop Winter's Bliss, and the girls were riding back to Avonleigh, she remarked, "You really should forget all that about your past. If it comes back to you, then that's wonderful, but you have a new life now. A wondrous, enchanted thing. Embrace it and be happy with us...with me and Bella."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 22:57:16</strong>
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				<strong>A Female Apparition,</strong> Beneath an Ancient Oak [Alone]<br><br>The thing that looked like a woman, in the prime of her youthful beauty, stared at the two girls as they rode away. She was dressed in a gorgeous white gown, and her eyes...sad, icy-blue eyes...followed them as they moved away in the distance. She sat down in the space where they had been sitting, in the hollow impressions where their bottoms had been. She brought her hands up to her face and began to sob.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 23:10:15</strong>
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				<strong>A note for Ashley:</strong> Even if you travel back to the forests, towards the hunting parties, you won't be able to reach Alfreic before his upcoming plot arc is completed. What I have in mind for him is really a private encounter. You can find him just after his storyline ends. Or you can head for the others. In any case, you have to visit the camp first. You can always stay with Ivy and Imogene as well.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Secluded Area in the Forest [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br><br>The three girls, on their pair of horses, traveled slowly back to Avonleigh. It had been simple enough to find the road, and now there was just the long stretch of highway before them. The two girls, Ivy and Imogene, looked exhausted, but somehow Ivy managed to keep her eyes open. She stared down at her horse's feet, but every so often her eyes drifted ahead to the horizon. She looked as if she had the strength to guide her mare home.<br><br>Nearby, Ashley began to convulse atop her horse. ((IC for Ashley only)) There were images, in her mind. Graphic, disturbing images. Alfreic, covered in blood, slumped down by a campfire. Antoine screaming madly, like a frightened girl...running from something. White. Her vision ended with a flash of blinding white. ((End of IC for Ashley only)). Then, as quickly as her shaking had started, it came to an end. <br><br>"Are you...are you alright, Ashley?" asked Ivy, her voice tired and faint. On the horizon, many miles to the east, there was smoke from a large campfire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 23:42:23</strong>
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				<strong>Bella,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella]<br><br>They had traveled for almost an hour. Through overgrown brush, along wildlife trails...over a stream, and through the woods. Bella was furious now. <em>Oh, I can't stand her. I mean him. Either of them!</em> Her eyes stayed firmly ahead, but her mind was aware of every little giggle Kolette made. Every saccharine comment Viktor offered back distressed her. She had no idea why she felt the way she did, but Bella was growing more and more convinced that she was smitten with Viktor. <em>Him? Of all people, Bella, really? Him?</em><br><br>She picked up her pace, coming close to Viktor's brother. "Are we almost there yet? Aren't there plenty of deer in this forest?" Frederick didn't immediately answer her back. He was studying the ground, looking for tracks, and following the fresh injuries on nearby tree saplings. "I mean, can't we just shoot and kill something and get back to Avonleigh already?"<br><br>Frederick looked back at her, concerned by the tone in her words. Bella, always so beautiful and charming, seemed like quite the mess today. Her red curls were disheveled and frazzled, and her face look flushed. "Let's, umm...let's break for ten minutes or so, to give everyone a chance to rest," he called out finally, and then speaking to Bella, he asked, "Isabelle? Are you, ok?<br><br>She shook her head, a mild frown on her pink lips. "Yes. I mean no. I'll be okay, Frederick. I just...miss Lily is all," she lied. "A bit concerned for where she went."<br><br>Frederick chuckled back. "That brat can take care of herself, Isabelle, you know that. We'll be back at Avonleigh soon enough, and you'll be able to brag to her about the buck you took down all on your own." He put a finger to her mouth, and pushed one sunken corner up into an exaggerated smile. "Have some fun, okay? For me?"<br><br>She nodded, trying to smile. Her heart, however, was beating erratically. The joy of infatuation would swell up in her as she pondered on Viktor, and each traitorous moment he spent with Kolette clutched at those feelings, breaking her inside. Half the time there were butterflies in her stomach, but when they weren't fluttering, she felt sick and nauseous inside. She walked over to a nearby tree, slipping around it, and gazed off into the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 23:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376627#msg2376627">Quote from: Faeylin on 24-10-2009, 22:51:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian giggled as the other girl finished speaking. "Sylria, you're very cute when you ramble, did you know that? Come on," she said, sliding up easily into the saddle. "Onto the horse with you. Hold on, like last time. Nice and tight, and I promise we'll go a bit slower on the way back."<br><br>Once Sylria was atop Winter's Bliss, and the girls were riding back to Avonleigh, she remarked, "You really should forget all that about your past. If it comes back to you, then that's wonderful, but you have a new life now. A wondrous, enchanted thing. Embrace it and be happy with us...with me and Bella."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I sigh and get onto the back of the horse, not liking it, but getting on anyway.&nbsp; I reply as we start back, soft and a little resigned. "I don't know how well that would work, considering.&nbsp; I believe that it will always haunt me.&nbsp; But we shall see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 23:51:31</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> On the Road [Ivy, Imogene &amp; Ashley]<br><br>Imogene hadn't said much since they had left the beautiful forest area. She seemed to be too tired to say much of anything, and in truth, didn't have much to say in the first place. She continued to lean on Ivy's shoulder, giving her a light kiss and a rub on the back every now and then.<br><br>"Do you want me to take over?" she finally asked, after a while of being silent. Her voice sounded cracked, exhausted, as though she hadn't slept in weeks. She only vaguely registered Ashley's odd behavior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 00:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376814#msg2376814">Quote from: Myrleena on 24-10-2009, 23:50:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I sigh and get onto the back of the horse, not liking it, but getting on anyway.&nbsp; I reply as we start back, soft and a little resigned. "I don't know how well that would work, considering.&nbsp; I believe that it will always haunt me.&nbsp; But we shall see."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Sylria, maybe that's why we have to have the seance," she said as the wind rushed across them both. "Maybe the ghosts of the dead will have some answers for you. What if you really aren't here at Avonleigh, just by chance?"<br><br>&nbsp;For the next twenty minutes, Lily spoke of nothing else. Are there really ghosts? What are they made of? Did they cause her to have that one heated dream, several years ago...the one with those two actresses? Could they control people? What did it feel like to be possessed? The questions were non-stop, and Lily hardly seemed phased when Sylria couldn't answer some of them.<br><br>They were back at Avonleigh before Sylria knew it, and Lillian had helped the elven girl down off the horse. "We should go straight to the library and do some reading on seances, don't you think? I mean, if we're going to host one, maybe tomorrow evening, then...well, we better know what we're doing, shouldn't we?" She laughed as she skipped up the porch stairs, and through the front doors of Avonleigh; a servant held them open for the pair of girls. "And, are you hungry, Sylria? I'm starving!"<br><br>"Aimee!" she called out. "Where are you, Aimee. Sylria and I need food. Something delicious and exquisite." The young woman appeared swiftly, and nodded her assent as she scurried off to do her mistress's bidding. "Shall we?" asked Lillian, nodding up the stairs, and quite likely implying that she would like to head up to the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 00:09:25</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>With M. Windower</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic had been in the midsts of a daydream when Miss Windower made herself known.&nbsp; He stopped, lowering his pipe, his gaze searching through the forest, catching snippets of her flowing saffron dress and the windborne tresses of her flaxen hair.&nbsp; But before he could give chase, he felt the familiar cold, tapered fingers over his hawklike eyes and found himself, despite the bewildering situation, utterly at peace.&nbsp; And what is more, he was overcome by a sexual frenzy that made him clench his teeth and quiver.<br><br>He spun around to face Windower, and his domineering countenance softened into a sneer.&nbsp; He grasped her hands and tore them from his face, and then pushed himself against her frail figure.&nbsp; His hands brusquely took her hips within their grasps, boring her pelvis against his (with his fingers parting her buttocks).&nbsp; And finally, he snatched her lips within his and kissed her violently, passionately.&nbsp; Then, he emerged from the kiss and gasped, and breathily uttered--<br><br>&nbsp;"It has been too long since I have known you," &nbsp;he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let it be like all times, Ms. Windower.&nbsp; I would like to be reacquainted with all of you." <br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 00:28:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376879#msg2376879">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 25-10-2009, 00:09:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong> <em>With M. Windower</em><br>...<br>&nbsp;"It has been too long since I have known you," &nbsp;he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let it be like all times, Ms. Windower.&nbsp; I would like to be reacquainted with all of you." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>Colleen was real and firm and delicious in Alfreic's hands as he spun around and grabbed her. She could feel his body against her own. His strong hands on her bottom, squeezing and pulling her every which way, but especially close, made his hardness well known to her. This was the Colleen of their affair. Passionate and in love. The way she looked back into his eyes, so full of adoration. Her soft body so willing and ready to be taken, beneath her thin, semi-sheer dress. "I missed you, my love," she spoke between kisses, as he ravaged her mouth with his own, and her body with his hands.<br><br>She giggled in his embrace, obviously quite pleased. Beneath that veneer of innocence and sweetness, something malicious always waited. It was the blackness inside the girl that he hated. It was the woman he lusted after...a woman with a taste for blood to match his own. "I didn't just come for...that," she laughed, blushing. "Although..." and here she was interrupted by a kiss. <br><br>"I wanted to tell you that I have a present for you, my love, to show you how much my heart still beats for you." She whimpered in his arms, delighting in the way he fondled her. Though her body was everything he remembered, pressed warmly against him, Alfreic instinctively knew that there would be no thumping in her chest. That's why she said it, to unnerve and seduce him all at once. "Wouldn't you like to have my gift, my dear, dear man," she whimpered, gasping as she felt his lips on her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 00:43:30</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>With M. Windower</em><br></strong><hr><br>The soldier hungrily throttled the space between her legs, rubbing his index finger roughly through her dress.&nbsp; He was panting like a dog now, crumpling beside her, kissing her abdomen, her hips, her rump.&nbsp; On his knees, his hands reached up, pushing at her breasts and manipulating them with his large, firm calloused hands.&nbsp; Then his hands roamed down her side, down over her ribs and her thighs.&nbsp; He kissed at her pelvis, biting down through the fabric, wanting so very much to have her, to taste her, to fuck her with his tongue, and have his way with her.&nbsp; He needed her, needed to have her juices paint his face like woad.&nbsp; Now he resembled nothing of the stuff of man, but he was primordial, heaving like a famished wolf.&nbsp; His hands were hooked like talons, his eyes were slits of fire, his cock was burning because it was so hard.&nbsp; And he looked at her wantonly, intoxicated by her perfume, enchanted by her voice and mesmerized by her sight.<br><br>&nbsp;"A present?" he murmured distractedly as his hands reached under her dress, and traveled up her knees and to her thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... One must be weary of your gifts, my love."<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 02:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376873#msg2376873">Quote from: Faeylin on 25-10-2009, 00:07:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Sylria, maybe that's why we have to have the seance," she said as the wind rushed across them both. "Maybe the ghosts of the dead will have some answers for you. What if you really aren't here at Avonleigh, just by chance?"<br><br>&nbsp;For the next twenty minutes, Lily spoke of nothing else. Are there really ghosts? What are they made of? Did they cause her to have that one heated dream, several years ago...the one with those two actresses? Could they control people? What did it feel like to be possessed? The questions were non-stop, and Lily hardly seemed phased when Sylria couldn't answer some of them.<br><br>They were back at Avonleigh before Sylria knew it, and Lillian had helped the elven girl down off the horse. "We should go straight to the library and do some reading on seances, don't you think? I mean, if we're going to host one, maybe tomorrow evening, then...well, we better know what we're doing, shouldn't we?" She laughed as she skipped up the porch stairs, and through the front doors of Avonleigh; a servant held them open for the pair of girls. "And, are you hungry, Sylria? I'm starving!"<br><br>"Aimee!" she called out. "Where are you, Aimee. Sylria and I need food. Something delicious and exquisite." The young woman appeared swiftly, and nodded her assent as she scurried off to do her mistress's bidding. "Shall we?" asked Lillian, nodding up the stairs, and quite likely implying that she would like to head up to the library.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink at the questions, but answer them as best I can, though I do my best to answer them.&nbsp; She's...overenthusiastic.&nbsp; But That seems to be normal for her.&nbsp; I breath a sigh of relief when we finally, <em>finally</em> manage to get back to the house.&nbsp; Getting down, I smile at her a little.<br><br>"Of course I am hungry.&nbsp; I didn't have time earlier, and the library would be a good place as any.&nbsp; But as before, I have no idea what a seance would involve." I tell her with a shrug, smiling a little at the girl.&nbsp; I slowly head up the stairs toward the library, a place where I would be able to feel more at home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 08:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>"...let's break for ten minutes or so, to give everyone a chance to rest," Fredrick had said, ending the procession, getting Viktor's attention.<br><br>"I'll see what's keeping us," he told Kolette. Viktor kicked his feet into the sides of his gelding, directing it to where Fredrick and Bella were conversing. He smiled mischievously at Bella as he approached. "What's keeping us, brother? Really, at this rate we will never get back to the comfort of the manor before the sun sets. A bed is far more comfortable than the ground, don't you agree, Miss Bella?" So many naughty thoughts swum around in his head just then.<br><br>Viktor shifted in his seat reminding him just how much his bum ached, not to mention what sitting on a horse for hours was doing to other sensitive parts. Maybe he should have left the horse behind like the others, but it seemed like too much work to travel on foot. He didn't really care how much noise the beast made; truly he was much less concerned with actually killing an animal than he was with his own comfort. Although, he was having second thoughts about the comfort factor of sitting on the horse.<br><br>He jumped down with ease, then stretched. Carefully he straightened out his clothing, brushing off invisible dirt here and there. He lingered at the front of his pants, using his hand to rub this area for a moment as he pretended to clean off some unseen thing. He smirked to himself as he watched Bella out of the corner of his eye. Then with a slight bow he said, "If you'll excuse me, nature is screaming my name." He winked at Bella, then sauntered off toward a rather large tree some distance away.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376817#msg2376817">Quote from: Angry Risa on 24-10-2009, 23:51:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> On the Road [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br>...<br>"Do you want me to take over?" she finally asked, after a while of being silent. Her voice sounded cracked, exhausted, as though she hadn't slept in weeks. She only vaguely registered Ashley's odd behavior.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Avonleigh [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy seemed to consider it, but then she shook her head. "No, Imogene. I think if I don't...guide Apple Blossom, I might...just fall asleep. Maybe even fall off of her. We're almost there," she mumbled sleepily. The last few miles seemed to take an eternity, and it was with weary relief that the two girls rode into the front lawn of Avonleigh. Ashley had left them when the manor was in sight, but neither girl had seemed to notice. <br><br>Servants rushed up to the two girls. "Is everything alright?" one of the stable hands asked, concerned over the blood on Ivy's head, and the scratches and welts both of the girls had on their arms and legs.<br><br>"We're fine. We're fine," she shooed them away grumpily. "Come on, Imogene. Let's...get to bed. I'm so exhausted, and we can...umm...deal with the mess of everything later, okay?" She held Imogene's hand as they stumbled into Avonleigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 12:41:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> </span><strong>at the camp&nbsp; The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella,]</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley had split from Ivy and Imogene as soon as they were safely on the road to Avonleigh.&nbsp; She had to see the soldier, Alfreic Slate, that the party was hunting with.&nbsp; She had a notion that he was somehow important to her.&nbsp; That he could maybe be the protection she, them--the girls, needed for the duration of their stay.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>He would not let another bad man like Jack near them she was sure.&nbsp; That something haunted Mr. Slate, she had no doubt, but "didn't something haunt everyone?"&nbsp; she reasoned to herself.&nbsp; She motioned Firefox onward through the countryside looking for the telltale signs of campfire and humans.<br>&nbsp;<br>Finally seeing smoke, an exhausted and bedraggled Ashley rode into camp. She's totally unaware of the picture she presents, her hair has completely fallen, tear stains steak her face, and mud, dirt and blood streak the front of her riding habit.&nbsp; Her nails, cracked and broken tip cut and brushed hands.&nbsp; All she realizes is that to her dismay, the man she is looking for is not there.<br>&nbsp;<br>Grabbing clumps of grass, Ashley wiped down Foxfire then turned her out to graze.&nbsp; Not able to meet anyones eyes, she walks to the edge of the fire, and stares into it, trying not to relive the horror of the day.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 16:31:05</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella]<br><br>Moving up, Kolette sees what Frederick has to say.&nbsp; If they're just taking a break, Kolette actually takes the time to silently stalk off into the forest, circling around to Viktor's position, hoping to catch a peek before surprising him.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:53:15</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Lily and Sylria reach the library a good 1/2 hour before Imogene and Ivy show up. I only posted out of order because I try to reply to the various stories in order, so I don't get confused. Did that confuse you yet? And let's have both Sylria and Lily make Perception checks when they start looking for books.<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2377302#msg2377302">Quote from: Myrleena on 25-10-2009, 02:43:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>"Of course I am hungry.&nbsp; I didn't have time earlier, and the library would be a good place as any.&nbsp; But as before, I have no idea what a seance would involve." I tell her with a shrug, smiling a little at the girl.&nbsp; I slowly head up the stairs toward the library, a place where I would be able to feel more at home.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily giggled at some shared joke as the pair finally entered the library. "Well, the way I've always seen it done...or read about it, actually," she made the confession, before continuing, "is that we all sit around a table of some sort. Kind of like the dining room table downstairs. And we'd need candles. I think that maybe ghosts only show up when it's suitably spooky, or something like that." Sylria was tethered to Lily, their fingers interlaced. "Want to look for a book, to make sure I have it right?"<br><br>The library was lit by oil lamps, and the air inside the room was warm and comfortable. Lily let go of Sylria's hand for the moment, and meandered over to the shelves that surrounded the room. "I'll have to show you something in my bedroom later," she murmured absently, "but for now...the seance." Lily chose a volume at random, and started to flip through it. "Toads. This one is all about toads...and frogs too. Do you think we should cook one, or something? Don't they like, boil frogs when they want to tell the future or something?" She shook her head. "Sounds horridly cruel to me." Lillian spent several more minutes flipping through the rest of the book.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376977#msg2376977">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 25-10-2009, 00:43:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong>,<em>With M. Windower</em><br>...<br>&nbsp;"A present?" he murmured distractedly as his hands reached under her dress, and traveled up her knees and to her thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... One must be weary of your gifts, my love."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>Colleen seemed weakened by all the attention. She gasped as she always had, whimpering here and there and begging him to stop. But no had always meant yes before. His lips, were everywhere. The memory of his tongue between her legs made her quiver, but she wasn't...quite ready yet. "Alfreic?" she asked, the sound long and haunting. "Alfriec, when a lady says no, it usually means not yet. Don't you want to love and respect me, Alfreic?" Her hands found his, and they wrapped around his wrists, beneath the hem of her summer dress. <br><br>"Much as I love your fingers, between my thighs...the precursor to that massive beast between your legs." She giggled here, quite fond of Alfreic's cock. "You don't want to be like them, my love, do you?" In the time of her last sentence, Colleen had shifted, becoming a whole different woman. The sad, sullen thing from near the end. The details were always so sketchy for Alreic there. What exactly had happened to Colleen? He wasn't sure if he knew before, but right in this instant, he couldn't recall. Like a memory on the tip of his...tongue?<br><br>"Remember, Alfreic, the way those Falkovnian soldiers had their way with me. You fought so valiantly, I remember. I saw it all, but they...subdued you. And after you were down, they came for me. So many men, Alfreic. So many of them," she began to cry, to crumple in his arms, falling against him. "They tore at my clothes, ripping any bit of dignity I had away. And then they were so brutal with me, Alfreic! They did everything to me. Every naughty, bad thing." Her voice was shifting yet again.<br><br>From that sad woman, to the dark and seductive temptress. His demon. "They did all the things you fantasized about doing to me, my love. They did it first. They broke and used me, when that privilege was supposed to be yours." Colleen let go of one of his hands, and&nbsp; reached down between Alfreic's knees, to rub against his raging cock, through his pants. "I was supposed to be your girl, Alfriec, but they took me first." <br><br>She giggled, the sound warm and delightful, and filled with sensual malice. "But you can avenge me, my love." Colleen kissed him, her lips fragrant against his, and the way they touched his mouth reminded Alfreic of the feeling of those pink lips, slipping around the head of his desire. "I arranged it for you. For me. For our love. Just beyond those trees. Not far. Some of the men responsible for my desecration...they camp there, with another woman they've stolen." She giggled warmly. "Kill them for me, my love. And the woman. Kill her too. For her own good, Alfreic! Don't let her live forever, like me, with the shame of what was done to her. Soaked in the blood of those monsters, wrap your merciful fingers around her pretty throat, and set her soul free, Alfreic. For her. For me. For you."<br><br>Colleen's hands caressed his stalwart face. "And when all is done, and your heart beats hot for me...when you're covered in the red of my revenge. Then I'll come to you, and like old times, I'll make everything better." She guided Alfreic's hand against her sex, his fingers trailing through her sparse, damp curls, down her lips, so ready and flushed...and then she was gone. Alfreic was alone again, but he could smell smoke in the air. His pipe had long since gone out. There was a faint chuckle, some distance away, and a girl's cry for mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:40:18</strong>
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				<strong>Flag: M/M</strong><br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> We should get into the habit of doing this (me included) because it's something that I originally wanted to do. I'll probably flag gore/death, rape/noncon and even the M/F stuff. We have more players into F/F than anything else. If anyone wants that flagged (although its rare that anyone complains), speak up in the OOC thread and we'll make it done.<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2382484#msg2382484">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 26-10-2009, 16:31:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella]<br><br>Moving up, Kolette sees what Frederick has to say.&nbsp; If they're just taking a break, Kolette actually takes the time to silently stalk off into the forest, circling around to Viktor's position, hoping to catch a peek before surprising him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine had been shadowing Viktor and Kolette for most of the travel so far. She had gotten most of the time in with the man, but Antoine had flirted too. A wave here, a giggle there. It didn't hurt that his close, dear friend, was throwing herself at Viktor either. <em>Once he's all hot and bothered, I'll just slip in and steal my warm, sticky prize,</em> he thought, giggling.<br><br>Antoine watched Frederick walk off, and his eyes also caught Kolette as she rose, with the same, debauched idea in her pretty, little head. But Kolette was trying to be discreet. She circled around. Antoine could simply walk over, and share a moment with his fellow man. Yawning, the boy got up. "I'll be right back. I think the same nature is calling me as well." He ran off through the woods, to catch up with Viktor.<br><br>He quickly caught up with the other man, and he unzipped his pants as he approached. Antoine would have to hurry to beat Kolette to the prize. Slipping up behind Viktor, her reached around, and grabbed the man's swollen cock as it urinated. Antoine's small prick was already dangling from his pants, growing harder by the moment. "I thought, that umm...maybe," Antoine was pretending to be shy and blushy, "...well, maybe I could help you. To umm, relieve some of the pressure of your day?" Antoine's fingers squeezed around Viktor, as the spray of urine gradually diminished to a trickle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:23:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2383710#msg2383710">Quote from: Faeylin on 26-10-2009, 22:53:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lily giggled at some shared joke as the pair finally entered the library. "Well, the way I've always seen it done...or read about it, actually," she made the confession, before continuing, "is that we all sit around a table of some sort. Kind of like the dining room table downstairs. And we'd need candles. I think that maybe ghosts only show up when it's suitably spooky, or something like that." Sylria was tethered to Lily, their fingers interlaced. "Want to look for a book, to make sure I have it right?"<br><br>The library was lit by oil lamps, and the air inside the room was warm and comfortable. Lily let go of Sylria's hand for the moment, and meandered over to the shelves that surrounded the room. "I'll have to show you something in my bedroom later," she murmured absently, "but for now...the seance." Lily chose a volume at random, and started to flip through it. "Toads. This one is all about toads...and frogs too. Do you think we should cook one, or something? Don't they like, boil frogs when they want to tell the future or something?" She shook her head. "Sounds horridly cruel to me." Lillian spent several more minutes flipping through the rest of the book.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I blink as we enter the library and shake my head at the description of the seance, and wonder just who had come up with it.&nbsp; I didn't reply, though, looking around for a bit before speaking in response to the assumption on divinations, my stomach flip-flopping at the thought. "Boil...boil a frog to tell the future?&nbsp; Who would be so cruel?&nbsp; Divinations of that type are <em>divine</em> magic, not arcane like I practice.&nbsp; From what little I know, they require a minor offering and some incense, but I can't be certain.&nbsp; Depends on the deity, I suppose.&nbsp; But magic doesn't require such things.&nbsp; I've learned to cast spells with few to no 'props' to focus the magic.&nbsp; For example, if I wanted to put a layer of grease somewhere, normally a mage would need butter or some bacon grease, but with proper training, it isn't needed.&nbsp; Hmm...maybe this book?"<br><br>I start looking over the shelves, meandering about as I try to think if I'd seen any books the previous night that might be useful.&nbsp; After a moment I ask. "What sort of thing in your bedroom?"<br><br>((Perception 11+2=13.&nbsp; Yay me!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:48:21</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Large tree [Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur]<br><br>Almost chuckling to herself, Kolette skips over some roots, ducks some branches, and stealthily makes her way around to the large tree.&nbsp; She tried to move quickly, but was slowed by her route, and by the time she got to her position, she spied something strange.&nbsp; She saw Viktor, exposed, which she smiled at, but then saw another hand, a very delicate, familiar hand.<br><br>"Damn it!" she whispered to herself.&nbsp; Antoine, in his brashness, simply walked up and grabbed Viktor.&nbsp; There were some advantages to being Antoine.&nbsp; Getting over her defeat, however, she quickly smiled and watched, eager to see Viktor's reaction.&nbsp; If positive, then he might like the direct approach.&nbsp; If not, then Kolette was already winning the game.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:46:57</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>With M. Windower</em><br></strong><hr><br>Though the stoic and noble soldier's ears were deafened by his thunderous pulse, and though his eyes were mired by the veil of flights of fancy, Alfreic <em>implicitly understood</em> Ms. Windower's intentions.&nbsp; He sank his knees into the dirt and bowed his head forlornly as a myriad of memories, not borne in ages but now held aloft, dazzled him with flecks of regret and sadness.&nbsp; He felt a twinge of pain in the pit of his stomach as he distantly recalled the sea breeze crossing the flaxen tendrils of his lady love as she stood as the height of propriety upon the verdant watch hill.&nbsp; He recalled very vividly the black spots in her gray eyes as she watched him, smiling secretly, upon one summer day.&nbsp; Finally, Alfreic admonished himself for forgetting how Ms. Windower truly laughed when she was alive--&nbsp; merrily, happily, mischievously, seductively, deeply, but all the while appropriately.&nbsp; But he remembered now, and the memory infuriated him.<br><br>For all the good that Ms. Windower brought with her into Mr. Slate's life, it was how her fragile life was ended that utterly ruined him.&nbsp; But was that how Ms. Windower was terminated?&nbsp; Alfreic could not be certain.&nbsp; He remembered battling Falcovnian soldiers during a winter in times immemorial, and he remembered fighting for something that seemed to him to be important.&nbsp; But he could not recall how it was that he, and only he, should find himself against so many soldiers!&nbsp; He could not remember the score, as it were.&nbsp; But he was intimately familiar with the tallies, for he bore them upon the flesh.&nbsp; He recalled his body slowing, tiring beyond his will, and becoming subjugated to watch as the many bore into his beloved.<br><br>But this, he utterly forgot.&nbsp; The only thing he remembered was how he was held, with his arms being held aloft and his eyes being forced to watch-- and the interminable hatred he felt to the Falcovnians.<br><br>In the present, he was in a daze, his arms extended upwards just as that particular day that the Falcovnians had destroyed his life.&nbsp; His gaze wavered as he exited his stupor, and watched as his hand was anointed in the moisture of Ms. Windower.&nbsp; Alfreic wiped his fingers across his cheeks and stood.&nbsp; He crushed his pipe with his boot.&nbsp; The soldier then unclasped his shirt, and off it went.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; Hold enow, thou ghastly cravens," he said in a beastly growl, looking now like a savage. &nbsp;"For the reaper comes to take the note that your whores of mothers signed the day of your births!"&nbsp; And with that, Alfreic ignored the pain in his hip and began running through the forest, darting between trees, his countenance looking cruel, unhinged and utterly evil.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Alfreic Slate comes, and wherever he goes, fate cannot abide you Falcovnians!"<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2382098#msg2382098">Quote from: Chelemar on 26-10-2009, 12:41:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> </span><strong>at the camp&nbsp; The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella,]</strong><br>...<br>Finally seeing smoke, an exhausted and bedraggled Ashley rode into camp. She's totally unaware of the picture she presents, her hair has completely fallen, tear stains steak her face, and mud, dirt and blood streak the front of her riding habit.&nbsp; Her nails, cracked and broken tip cut and brushed hands.&nbsp; All she realizes is that to her dismay, the man she is looking for is not there.<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1025/estelle.jpg)</div><strong>Estelle d'Attaine,</strong> The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]<br><br>Estelle sat on Richard Dupont's lap, her lips pressed against his own as they kissed. They were oblivious to Ashley's arrival, but a female servant cleared her throat, as if to announce the young noblewoman. Estelle giggled as she turned to look at Ashley. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and one strap of her chemise top hung at the side of her shoulder. <br><br>"Ashley, are you okay," she asked finally, when she realized how dirty and disheveled the girl was. She hadn't known Ashley, long, but her appearance seemed uncharacteristic. "Where are your two playmates? Did you three get into trouble, or anything? <br><br>Richard echoed her concern. "Do you need our help, Miss Ashley?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2384050#msg2384050">Quote from: Myrleena on 27-10-2009, 00:23:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>((Perception 11+2=13.&nbsp; Yay me!))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Sylria searches about the library as the two women talk, and she manages to find something slightly related to the topic, in a book called, <span class="bbc_u">Religion of Corvaire: A Study in Life After Death.</span> The book mentions that there have been fads in the history of Corvair, where spiritualists have claimed to be able to contact the dead, no matter the time since death. This greatly upset the traditional clergy of the land, and the followers of Anthar lynched and burned many of the supposed mediums. Soon after, the spiritualist-medium craze died out and the society continued along its very traditional path of social conservatism.<br><br>Unfortunately, the book does not offer any practical information on the topic.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 01:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2384050#msg2384050">Quote from: Myrleena on 27-10-2009, 00:23:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>I start looking over the shelves, meandering about as I try to think if I'd seen any books the previous night that might be useful.&nbsp; After a moment I ask. "What sort of thing in your bedroom?"<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"That sounds very funny. I think I've seen something like that, in Port-a-Lucine. Magic is often incorporated into shows and plays there. This one time, I think the actors went too far..." Lily speaks as she browses the shelves, finally selecting a book. "And anyway, one of the actors threw something at another, and it looked as if the other was really very angry...or it could have been part of the comedy, I'm not sure. A quick incantation," she giggles, turning around and waving a hand, "and you must understand, magic is very flashy here in Dementlieu. A quick incantation, anyway, and the other actor...a brute of fellow...slipped right on bottom." She chuckles. "It was the most amusing thing I've ever seen.<br><br>"This one looks old. Let's see what's in here." She cracks her book open, and the cover comes off from the manuscript. "Perhaps a little <em>too</em> old," she frowns. "I can't make out any of the words. They've all faded away!" Lily simply shrugs. <br><br>"Anyway, there's many things I'd like to show you in my bedroom, Sylria." Lily said that last part in such a way as to be mock flirtatious. Then waving her hand, she laughed again. "But for now, we'll stick with just the mirror. A great, grand mirror. Absolutely gorgeous. There's something very peculiar about it, though," she added absentmindedly as she continued looking through the books.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Perception check for Lily: 6
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 01:29:32</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Marie d'Astineau will be joining us shortly as a new player, so this is her welcoming post. It might take some manipulation of time to get things to flow together smoothly, but we'll handle that when she gets closer to everyone else. The soldiers are approximately 300 feet southeast of Lady Marie and d'Angelo, breaking from the woods. Only three of them are on horses, and it is likely that the pair can outrun all but those three soldiers. When you get all of your stats finished up, go ahead and roll for initiative, and we'll start you out with a bit of action!<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> The noblewoman and her servant had been riding for days now. Marie had received news that her father had taken ill again, and she was headed to her family's oldest estate, in northern Dementlieu. It was here that her sick father resided. Shunning the luxury and image of a gilded carriage, Marie had instead chosen to ride north on horses, taking only her trusted servant d'Angelo for protection. They are currently on the common road, thirteen miles south of Avonleigh.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Thirteen Miles South of Avonleigh</strong>, [Marie d'Astineau &amp; d'Angelo (a male servant)]<br><br>d'Angelo looked to his mistress with concern. Though he was of low birth, she had treated him well...much better than he probably deserved. Tucking the spyglass back into a case on his belt, he spoke. "They've seen us, Lady Marie. At least a half dozen men. They look to be soldiers, crossed over from Falkovnia. We can try to outrun them," he informed her, stroking the neck of his black gelding, "...but now that we've been spotted, I doubt that they'll let us carry our news away safely." He bowed his head, always loyal, as&nbsp; he asked, "What shall we do, Lady Marie?"<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2392385#msg2392385">Quote from: Faeylin on 29-10-2009, 01:05:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"That sounds very funny. I think I've seen something like that, in Port-a-Lucine. Magic is often incorporated into shows and plays there. This one time, I think the actors went too far..." Lily speaks as she browses the shelves, finally selecting a book. "And anyway, one of the actors threw something at another, and it looked as if the other was really very angry...or it could have been part of the comedy, I'm not sure. A quick incantation," she giggles, turning around and waving a hand, "and you must understand, magic is very flashy here in Dementlieu. A quick incantation, anyway, and the other actor...a brute of fellow...slipped right on bottom." She chuckles. "It was the most amusing thing I've ever seen.<br><br>"This one looks old. Let's see what's in here." She cracks her book open, and the cover comes off from the manuscript. "Perhaps a little <em>too</em> old," she frowns. "I can't make out any of the words. They've all faded away!" Lily simply shrugs. <br><br>"Anyway, there's many things I'd like to show you in my bedroom, Sylria." Lily said that last part in such a way as to be mock flirtatious. Then waving her hand, she laughed again. "But for now, we'll stick with just the mirror. A great, grand mirror. Absolutely gorgeous. There's something very peculiar about it, though," she added absentmindedly as she continued looking through the books.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I nod in response to the description, replying as I look things over.&nbsp; The book I found...huh, that was an odd description of spiritual mediums.&nbsp; I look it over as I reply. "I suppose...there are a number of flashy spells, I suppose, but there are quite a few others.&nbsp; I prepared a number for today, primarily combat spells, just in case.&nbsp; One to attack, and one to defend.&nbsp; Aside from that, I know a couple of cantrips.&nbsp; And I can check to see if the mirror is magical, of course...say, let me see that book?&nbsp; This one is odd."<br><br>If she'll let me, I trade books and try to puzzle out the text in the book she had found.<br><br>((Rolling Linguistics: 14+9=23))
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:28:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley </strong>at The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Gathering her tumbled hair in shaking hands, Ashley twisted the fiery thickness into a rope and tied it into a loose bun on top of her head.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Her brows bowed into a soft V, Ashley stared at both Richard and Estelle for a moment, her eyes briefly took in Estelle's disheveled state before moving them to the other woman's face. No longer the innocent herself, she gave a delicate shrug, before answering their questions.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Everyone is fine, although we did have some trouble." She struggled to keep her voice even.&nbsp; She waved her hands lightly, and arching an eyebrow, gave Estelle a satirical smile, "My little friends are safely back at Avonleigh."&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">A small part of Ashley realized that she was not herself.&nbsp; But the rest of her, the part that was in charge didn't care.&nbsp; A strange heat had come over her when she had been defending herself; a fire that ignited from the fear and rage she had been feeling.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">For a moment Ashley was tempted to take Richard up on his offer of aid.&nbsp; But, then she stiffened her spine, and shook her head.&nbsp; "Thank you, no."&nbsp; Lowering her eyes, a shadow of remembered horror crossed her face, as she informed, "That menace has..."stopping for a moment to think, she added, "submerged."&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Resuming her pacing, she questioned in an anxious voice, "Have either of you seen Alfreic Slate?&nbsp; I must speak with him."&nbsp; </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 06:30:36</strong>
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				<strong>Thirteen Miles South of Avonleigh</strong>, [Marie d'Astineau &amp; d'Angelo (a male servant)]<br><br><br>Marie d'Astineau welcomed the news with worry and hurried to extricate herself from previous engagements to see to her father. He had been taking sick more and more often over the years, and his worsening condition set her ill at ease. Of the conflicts she could bear, any tragedy befalling her father would be worst; she urgently needed to return to him with all possible haste.<br><br>Marie's heart tumbled with excitement and apprehension. Six soldiers, maybe more? While the possibility quivered her hand, she knew that she wouldn't stand much of a chance against armed and armored soldiers, and couldn't trust the Falkovnians for sense or mercy. Her expression becoming grim, her eyes narrowed with the danger of their predicament.<br><br>"We can't trust ourselves to their generosity." She stole a look toward the Falkovnians, trying to hide her worry. "We must ride!" Marie took off with her horse at full gallop, her hands tight on the reins.<br><br>"We know this land better than they do. Let them try and follow!"<br><br>Marie murmured the words to herself, trying to sate her cavalier heart and the dizzying worry in her stomach.<br><br>(Initiative - 20, with bonus)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2388470#msg2388470">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 28-10-2009, 01:46:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong> <em>With M. Windower</em><br>...<br>In the present, he was in a daze, his arms extended upwards just as that particular day that the Falcovnians had destroyed his life.&nbsp; His gaze wavered as he exited his stupor, and watched as his hand was anointed in the moisture of Ms. Windower.&nbsp; Alfreic wiped his fingers across his cheeks and stood.&nbsp; He crushed his pipe with his boot.&nbsp; The soldier then unclasped his shirt, and off it went.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; Hold enow, thou ghastly cravens," he said in a beastly growl, looking now like a savage. &nbsp;"For the reaper comes to take the note that your whores of mothers signed the day of your births!"&nbsp; And with that, Alfreic ignored the pain in his hip and began running through the forest, darting between trees, his countenance looking cruel, unhinged and utterly evil.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Alfreic Slate comes, and wherever he goes, fate cannot abide you Falcovnians!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>This has turned into a combat, and I'm moving it to (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51362.msg2395814#msg2395814)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:59:13</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><div align="center">Flag: M/M content</div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br><br>Many thoughts swam through his mind as he relieved himself. Thoughts of Bella - the look on her face, that fiery hair that seemed more crimson somehow as he left her standing there. He knew he effected her in some way, but was it love or hate, a mixture of both? He smiled to himself, thinking about her, becoming aroused at the many thoughts swimming in his head. He closed his eyes, and felt a squeeze around his cock. At first, he thought he had unconsciously done it. Realizing quickly that it wasn't his hand, he spun around to find Antoine standing there, and he frowned, agitated at the boy for ruining his daydream. <br><br>"What?" Viktor looked down to see Antoine's growing erection. "You thought to seduce me?" Viktor laughed. "You really think I have any interest in one such as you? How presumptuous." With that, Viktor forcefully grabbed Antoine's wrist, spun him around, and pressed the startled boy's face hard up against the bark of the tree, his arm around his back as Viktor pinned him there. "Your type is meant to be used, and that is all. You want to be used, is that it?" Viktor pressed his hard cock between Antoine's ass cheeks and thrust forward for emphasis, only slightly penetrating the tight opening. "Is this what you want?" He peaked around the tree, gazing at Bella from afar, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Well, you're barking up the wrong tree, you are not who I want," he whispered as he withdrew, his free hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. It wasn't long before Antoine's skin was coated with milky white cum.&nbsp; Laughing sadisticly, Viktor rubbed what was left in his hand all over the foolish boy's face. "Take my advise: Get out of here, keep your mouth shut about this and don't bother me again," he said as he threw Antoine to the ground, and composed himself, smoothing his clothing once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 01:09:32</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, Large tree [Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur]<br><br><em>Oh dear, poor Antoine.&nbsp; I suppose not everyone can appreciate him...</em> she thought, grimacing in sympathy.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, you're barking up the wrong tree, you are not who I want,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Wait, who could that be?&nbsp; Kolette smiled, her flirting must have been successful:&nbsp; he was falling for her.&nbsp; She felt sorry for Antoine, but she was still intent on winning their game, and she could always comfort her dear competitor later.&nbsp; Gathering herself, she started to sneak back to camp to rejoin Viktor and the others, and to let Antoine recover his dignity.&nbsp; He probably didn't want Kolette to see him as he is now.<br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Sense motive<br>Result: 4,<br>Total: 7</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 11:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2392780#msg2392780">Quote from: Myrleena on 29-10-2009, 03:11:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I nod in response to the description, replying as I look things over.&nbsp; The book I found...huh, that was an odd description of spiritual mediums.&nbsp; I look it over as I reply. "I suppose...there are a number of flashy spells, I suppose, but there are quite a few others.&nbsp; I prepared a number for today, primarily combat spells, just in case.&nbsp; One to attack, and one to defend.&nbsp; Aside from that, I know a couple of cantrips.&nbsp; And I can check to see if the mirror is magical, of course...say, let me see that book?&nbsp; This one is odd."<br><br>If she'll let me, I trade books and try to puzzle out the text in the book she had found.<br><br>((Rolling Linguistics: 14+9=23))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"You can try if you'd like," laughed Lily, handing over her tome to Sylria. "There are just so many books. I'm not even sure where to start looking!" The brunette laid the volume Sylria gave her down on an end table, and continued to meander through the shelves. "Hounds. The Figluster's Metaphor. Figluster? I mean, what is a Figluster, anyways. I'm afraid this is getting rather tedious, Sylria." The girl was pouting now. "I could just have the servants go through them all, and pick out the most promising ones. I think we only have two or three of them that have been schooled in their letters, though." Sylria had one fingertip between her teeth as she pondered her new plan.<br><br>The hairs on the back of Sylria's neck stood on end just then. "Find the hidden place," a faint voice whispered. A wisp of vapor appeared for just a moment, the kind of effect warm breath leaves in frigid air; it appeared roughly at waist-height. Then there was the faintest of giggles.<br><br>"Hmm, did you say something, Sylria? It is a good plan, isn't it? We can just have the servants stay up tonight and go through the books. We can send them off to sleep tomorrow night, after the preparations for the seance are all complete. Good idea?" she asked with a cheery smile.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The book is super degraded, but Sylria can make out something about trees and dating some sort of ruins using the ring patterns in the wooden building. Also something about feline gods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 19:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2397677#msg2397677">Quote from: Faeylin on 30-10-2009, 11:52:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"You can try if you'd like," laughed Lily, handing over her tome to Sylria. "There are just so many books. I'm not even sure where to start looking!" The brunette laid the volume Sylria gave her down on an end table, and continued to meander through the shelves. "Hounds. The Figluster's Metaphor. Figluster? I mean, what is a Figluster, anyways. I'm afraid this is getting rather tedious, Sylria." The girl was pouting now. "I could just have the servants go through them all, and pick out the most promising ones. I think we only have two or three of them that have been schooled in their letters, though." Sylria had one fingertip between her teeth as she pondered her new plan.<br><br>The hairs on the back of Sylria's neck stood on end just then. "Find the hidden place," a faint voice whispered. A wisp of vapor appeared for just a moment, the kind of effect warm breath leaves in frigid air; it appeared roughly at waist-height. Then there was the faintest of giggles.<br><br>"Hmm, did you say something, Sylria? It is a good plan, isn't it? We can just have the servants stay up tonight and go through the books. We can send them off to sleep tomorrow night, after the preparations for the seance are all complete. Good idea?" she asked with a cheery smile.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I look at the book as hard as I can for a few moments, then set it down, casting a spell to repair it somewhat.&nbsp; While that works, I look up to answer Lily, but the sudden words from the voice silence me for long enough that I end up waiting for her to finish.<br><br>"Well, it seems that the ghost decided to say something again.&nbsp; It just told me to 'find the hidden place.'&nbsp; I'd assume that is inside." I tell her, glancing at the book again and hoping that the spell had helped. "This book does seem old, however.&nbsp; I made out a few things, though, and likely could go through more in the future.&nbsp; But I'm willing to stay up most of the night and go through things.&nbsp; I don't need to sleep much, really."<br><br>((Casting Mending on the book))
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 21:29:37</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2393509#msg2393509">Quote from: resonanteve on 29-10-2009, 06:30:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Thirteen Miles South of Avonleigh</strong>, [Marie d'Astineau &amp; d'Angelo (a male servant)]<br>...<br>"We know this land better than they do. Let them try and follow!"<br><br>Marie murmured the words to herself, trying to sate her cavalier heart and the dizzying worry in her stomach.<br>...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Sorry to pull you so quickly from the main thread, but this is also going to combat, and has been moved to (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #3 [NC-EX, Horror] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51364.0)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 21:51:51</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Need to wait a tiny bit longer for Alfreic to finish up his scene. If you want to head into the woods and roleplay your walk, I can stall you there for a tiny bit with an interesting scene. ^^<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2392843#msg2392843">Quote from: Chelemar on 29-10-2009, 03:28:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ashley</strong> at The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]<br>... <br>For a moment Ashley was tempted to take Richard up on his offer of aid.&nbsp; But, then she stiffened her spine, and shook her head.&nbsp; "Thank you, no."&nbsp; Lowering her eyes, a shadow of remembered horror crossed her face, as she informed, "That menace has..."stopping for a moment to think, she added, "submerged."<br>&nbsp;<br>Resuming her pacing, she questioned in an anxious voice, "Have either of you seen Alfreic Slate?&nbsp; I must speak with him."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1025/estelle.jpg)</div><strong>Estelle d'Attaine,</strong> The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]<br><br>Estelle watched Ashley closely as she spoke. There was something different and odd about the girl, and she made a mental note of it. <em>I'll have to tell Viktor about this.</em> From Ashley's odd behavior, she had suspicions that something had indeed happened...something traumatic, maybe, but she held her tongue. "He...umm...went into the woods," and here she waved her hand to the southeast, "that-way-ish."<br><br>Richard shook his head. "Lady Ashley, are you sure you don't need help? An escort maybe, to find Alfreic? Can we maybe help with whatever you needed from him."<br><br>Estelle was frowning from his lap, but she had no good excuse to keep them from offering aid. "If you wish us to help you, Ashley, we can," murmured the woman, her voice lacking enthusiasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:08:34</strong>
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				<br><strong>Flag: M/M</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2395949#msg2395949">Quote from: Alluistras on 30-10-2009, 00:59:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br>...<br>"What?" Viktor looked down to see Antoine's growing erection. "You thought to seduce me?" Viktor laughed. "You really think I have any interest in one such as you? How presumptuous." With that, Viktor forcefully grabbed Antoine's wrist, spun him around, and pressed the startled boy's face hard up against the bark of the tree, his arm around his back as Viktor pinned him there. "Your type is meant to be used, and that is all. You want to be used, is that it?" Viktor pressed his hard cock between Antoine's ass cheeks and thrust forward for emphasis, only slightly penetrating the tight opening. "Is this what you want?" He peaked around the tree, gazing at Bella from afar, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Well, you're barking up the wrong tree, you are not who I want," he whispered as he withdrew, his free hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. It wasn't long before Antoine's skin was coated with milky white cum.&nbsp; Laughing sadisticly, Viktor rubbed what was left in his hand all over the foolish boy's face. "Take my advise: Get out of here, keep your mouth shut about this and don't bother me again," he said as he threw Antoine to the ground, and composed himself, smoothing his clothing once more.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>"Wait, what?" shrieked Antoine, like a young woman, as he was thrown against the hard trunk of the tree. He could feel his breeches, already unbuttoned, being yanked down off his ass. <em>He's going to rape me</em>, thought the boy with mixed feelings, as he felt Viktor's cock at his backside. But Antoine was very much the slut, and instead of fighting back, or feeling shame, he hardened between his legs. "Yes," he whimpered, begging for it.<br><br>But then Viktor took it all away. The young man groaned in frustration as he felt the warm sputters of Viktor's ejaculate all over his lower back and bottom. There was a smear of cum across his face, and then Viktor's foot kicked him down to the ground. "You bastard," spit out Antoine, as the nobleman walked away. What Viktor had done to him...the use and degradation of the act...was far more like actual rape than any of Antoine's fantasies. He rose to his feet and ran away into the woods, crying.<br><br>Antoine was several hundred feet away before he stopped, sobbing against another, different tree. He used his right arm to wipe at his face, trying to get the potent mess off of his fine and pretty features. "He's such a jerk," he whimpered, still sniffling. But Antoine was still very aroused. Earlier, when he teased Kolette, he had struggled not to orgasm. And though Viktor had humiliated him, Antoine's cock had never once complained. Reaching down between his legs, Antoine stroked himself; at least no one could take away his ability to please himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2398558#msg2398558">Quote from: Myrleena on 30-10-2009, 19:57:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I look at the book as hard as I can for a few moments, then set it down, casting a spell to repair it somewhat.&nbsp; While that works, I look up to answer Lily, but the sudden words from the voice silence me for long enough that I end up waiting for her to finish.<br><br>"Well, it seems that the ghost decided to say something again.&nbsp; It just told me to 'find the hidden place.'&nbsp; I'd assume that is inside." I tell her, glancing at the book again and hoping that the spell had helped. "This book does seem old, however.&nbsp; I made out a few things, though, and likely could go through more in the future.&nbsp; But I'm willing to stay up most of the night and go through things.&nbsp; I don't need to sleep much, really."<br><br>((Casting Mending on the book))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Absolutely not," said Lily, shaking her head. "No, you should stay with me and Bella tonight. What if something happens and we need your expertise with magic? No, you should..." The young noblewoman turned to Sylria. "Wait, did you say something about a ghost? Did you read something, in that book maybe? I knew that I was lucky, and that we'd find what we needed quickly. Where is this hidden place? And how does it help with the seance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:21:04</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The repaired book is of some use, perhaps. It describes a prehistoric society that believed in animal gods. There is a lot of history about the culture, and many theories, but at one point Sylria is able to find a transcribed ritual that might just work. It involves summoning dead spirits from beyond and giving them a voice. All of the materials and reagents for the spell seem easy enough to get, but the spell does call for the freshly spilled blood of a young lamb.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 23:22:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2401404#msg2401404">Quote from: Faeylin on 31-10-2009, 22:18:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Absolutely not," said Lily, shaking her head. "No, you should stay with me and Bella tonight. What if something happens and we need your expertise with magic? No, you should..." The young noblewoman turned to Sylria. "Wait, did you say something about a ghost? Did you read something, in that book maybe? I knew that I was lucky, and that we'd find what we needed quickly. Where is this hidden place? And how does it help with the seance?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"No, no, I didn't read about it in the book, though now that I've repaired it, it looks like it <em>might</em> help.&nbsp; But the ghost whispered something to me about the time you asked me if I'd said something.&nbsp; It told me to find the hidden place.&nbsp; This book, however, speaks of an ancient people who believed in animal gods, and has a ritual to give voice to a ghost." I tell her, tapping the book gently.&nbsp; I continue, frowning a little. "The problems that I see is that most of the components are easy to get, but it requires the blood of a young lamb, freshly spilled.&nbsp; Besides, the spirit seems to already have a voice.&nbsp; But unless the girl tells us where the 'secret place' is, we'll have to wander the house and look for it, I suppose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 00:16:54</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">Ashley</span></strong> <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]</span><br><br>Ashley frowned at Estelle, but answered again, her voice cool as the water in which she had recently swam, "Thank you, I am fine.&nbsp; A bit preoccupied." Looking on the direction Estelle had mentioned, she asked, "Southeast you say?"&nbsp; Estelle's&nbsp; disinterested and confused&nbsp; manner had Ashley wondering how accurate her directions were.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Thank you again, Sir Richard, Estelle."&nbsp; Nodding to both.&nbsp; "I believe I can find him on my own."&nbsp; She bared her lips in a smile that was more a stretching of her lips across her teeth than anything.<br>&nbsp;<br>Striding quickly across the ground, she mounted Firefox and decided to check on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:07:12</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Avonleigh Manor [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>Once they arrived back at Avonleigh, a sigh escaped Imogene's lips. She just wanted to fall into bed and go to sleep, perhaps not wake up for a good ten weeks or so. She just felt so tired...and still in mild shock at the ordeal they had been put through. Trembling a bit, shaking her head, she looked to Ivy, who didn't look much better than she felt.<br><br>"I think we should go upstairs and head to bed," she said, her voice was hoarse from minimal use, as though the creature's tongue was still pushing against her stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:29:42</strong>
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				<strong>Flag:</strong> Graphic Violence :P<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Alfreic is rejoining us from Private Thread #2 (post link (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51362.msg2402237#msg2402237)). He stumbled on a camp of Falkovnian soldiers and killed both of the men. There is a woman left, who has been raped repeatedly, and may have been hurt in other ways. Colleen Windower has asked Alfreic to kill her too.<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Alfreic</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And again, he lifted his sword upwards, bringing it down upon the one-armed man.&nbsp; He did this over and over, as long as it took, bearing his sword down upon the last soldier with sordid joy.&nbsp; Even when the man's life was spent, Alfreic continued mauling the man-- or what was left of him-- until his brains and his skull were mere paste in the grass.<br><br>The woman had been ignored.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Anna the Distressed Woman</strong>, Falkovnian Camp [Alfreic &amp; Anna]<br><br>The woman watched as the massive, beast of a man crushed her former tormentor's head in again and again. She was happy that he could no longer hurt her...perhaps even glad to see the man dead, but this new man...he truly scared her. The fact that he had not yet spoken to her sent a chill down her spine.<br><br>"Sir?" she said again, sheepish. "My name is Anna. I'm a peasant woman from a household...to the south. Thank you, again, for saving me." She sounded grateful, but unsure. The formality with which Alfreic beat the soldier's head in was grotesque; it was almost as if he were cold, unfeeling...perhaps possessed? She didn't know why she feared the man exactly, but she took a handful of steps backward out of instinct.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>"Look at the pain in her eyes, my love," she whispered into Aflreic's ear, her warm breath slightly tickling the flesh there. He felt arms around his midsection, as the blade came down and down again. "Now he'll never hurt me ever again, my love. You made sure of that. All that is left now is to release the girl. Free her soul...let it fly, like a dove to some place where no harm can ever come to her again. Save her, to make ammends for not being able to save me. It's what I would have wanted...what she needs!"<br><br>"Free her, Alfreic, and then we can make love by the campfire. Wouldn't that be lovely? Just the two of us, all of this darkness gone and behind us. Do it, and we can all be free, my dearest man."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 03:07:07</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2401640#msg2401640">Quote from: Chelemar on 01-11-2009, 00:16:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ashley</strong> The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]<br><br>"Thank you again, Sir Richard, Estelle."&nbsp; Nodding to both.&nbsp; "I believe I can find him on my own."&nbsp; She bared her lips in a smile that was more a stretching of her lips across her teeth than anything.<br>&nbsp;<br>Striding quickly across the ground, she mounted Firefox and decided to check on her own.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Ashley rode off in the indicated direction for some time, moving through trees, and along a winding path she could only assume Alfreic had followed. The day was warm and comfortable, in spite of everything that had happened to her. The girl's visions still played in her mind. Alfreic, covered in blood. Antoine screaming. She almost didn't see the apparition just off to the side of the path.<br><br>It was haunting and creepy, the way the woman stood there, beside a tree, gazing at Ashley. She was a beautiful woman, middle-aged, but gorgeous nonetheless. There was a strange mark around her neck. The ghost said nothing...did nothing...only watched as Ashley rode by.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 03:27:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2404002#msg2404002">Quote from: Risa on 01-11-2009, 23:07:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Avonleigh Manor [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>Once they arrived back at Avonleigh, a sigh escaped Imogene's lips. She just wanted to fall into bed and go to sleep, perhaps not wake up for a good ten weeks or so. She just felt so tired...and still in mild shock at the ordeal they had been put through. Trembling a bit, shaking her head, she looked to Ivy, who didn't look much better than she felt.<br><br>"I think we should go upstairs and head to bed," she said, her voice was hoarse from minimal use, as though the creature's tongue was still pushing against her stomach.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Avonleigh [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>Ivy held Imogene close as they went up to their bedroom on the second floor. The trip was unremarkable, except for little Emily, who stood, staring at them blankly from the door to her room. Ivy smiled at her and said "hello," but the girl didn't reply at all. She went back into her room and closed the door.<br><br>"Come on, Imogene, we're almost there," she said, nearly as exhausted as her friend. They slipped into the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed. Ivy's fingers worked at Imogene's clothing, undoing the bindings that held everything in place. "Let's get...out of all of these clothes. Into bed. I'm so tired, Imogene," she murmured, finally pulling her friend's dress off of her body. <br><br>"Can you do me too," she asked in turn. Though sleepy, Ivy could manage to be slightly cute as she pleaded with Imogene. "I can't sleep in all this," she pouted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 03:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>With Ms. Windower and Anna, a distressed woman; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br></strong><hr><br>And so, Alfreic left the demolished man alone and rose to his full height.&nbsp; He heard a feint murmur behind him.&nbsp; He turned, and noticed that the second soldier was still alive.&nbsp; The soldier smiled ruefully and stalked towards the limp figure.&nbsp; He crouched beside him and snatched him by the wrist and ankle, and then lifted him over his shoulders.&nbsp; He rose and walked towards the fire, where Alfreic dumped the man over the open flame, and laughed maniacally when the cinders spun skyward.<br><br>&nbsp;"And there you go, you fucking devil," he said, sneering.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Into your home!"<br><br>Then he spun on his heel and seemingly gawked into nothingness, the red in his cheeks softening and then becoming pale in a minute's time.&nbsp; For a long time, he said nothing, but stared curiously out into space.&nbsp; Alfreic was looking at Ms. Windower... but fought regarding her, falling for her spells, undermining the basis of her charms and attempting, for the life of an innocent, to quit her.<br><br>He shook visibly, irritably, and then he turned to look at Anna.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good heavens, girl, run!" he said, his eyes taking on a menacing air.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Can you not see that while you have escaped monsters twine, this is the villain that shall not stay his hand?&nbsp; Run!"<br><br>Alfreic slowly slumped to his knees, dropping his longsword upon the leaf-covered ground, and he returned to gazing at Ms. Windower.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 04:09:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2404891#msg2404891">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 02-11-2009, 03:34:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier <em>With Ms. Windower and Anna, a distressed woman; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br></strong><hr>...<br>He shook visibly, irritably, and then he turned to look at Anna.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good heavens, girl, run!" he said, his eyes taking on a menacing air.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Can you not see that while you have escaped monsters twine, this is the villain that shall not stay his hand?&nbsp; Run!"<br><br>Alfreic slowly slumped to his knees, dropping his longsword upon the leaf-covered ground, and he returned to gazing at Ms. Windower.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Anna the Distressed Woman</strong>, Falkovnian Camp [Alfreic &amp; Anna]<br><br>The girl was visibly shaken as she watched Alfreic storming towards her, a still-breathing body slung over one shoulder. "Please," she begged, fearful for her life. She scrambled back as he threw the man down onto the roaring fire. Even in the depths of unconsciousness, he writhed and twisted as his flesh seared and bubbled in agony. "Oh, Ezra, please save me," she cried out. Then he warned her away, and slumped down to his knees.<br><br>It took nothing else to set her off. She ran madly through the woods. Alfreic could hear her whimpers and little screams for some time as she fled away from the camp.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Second post incoming from Colleen
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 04:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>The apparition of the woman Alfreic loved stood behind him, watching everything mutely. She bore a smile as he threw the living soldier into the flames, and her heart and body began to beat with pleasure as he approached the girl. "Yes, release her," she had murmured. But then he had issued his vile, treacherous warning. Like a coward, he had fled from his task.<br><br>"No!" she screamed, approaching him angrily. "No. You're letting her go!" she cried out with exasperation. "No Alfreic, you will do this for me! I ask for it and you will not deny me this thing." Her hand came down across his face, every bit as real as the sword that had injured his side. <br><br>Colleen wore a scowl on her beautiful face for a moment, and then she sunk down, cooing to the man. "Please Alfreic. I must have this. She needs her release." In a flash, Colleen was dressed differently...looked, differently. There was dirt smeared across her face and bare flesh, and her dress was ripped. One eye was bruised, and she shivered as she sunk to the ground before the man.<br><br>"Look! Look what they've done to me, Alfreic," cried the girl, ever-so-vulnerable. "I can still feel them, inside of me. I'm still slick and dirty with their predation. Save me. Save her. Save us both, my love, and make this all...all of it, go away. But you musn't let her go to live with her shame. It cannot be!" she pleaded with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 04:28:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>&nbsp;Twigs snapped and leaves rustled under the man's boots as he walked back to the camp. He felt relieved and amused at least, if not content or satisfied. <em>That was fun,</em> he thought, a feint smile on his lips. As Viktor approached the gathering, he nodded to his brother and Bella, in turn, before rejoining Kolette, greeting her with a dashing smile.<br><br>&nbsp;Viktor rested his arm on the back on the horse, leaning into him as he spoke. "So, did I miss anything exciting? And where did your boy, Antoine, run off to?" he asked glancing around her as if looking for him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 01:27:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>With Ms. Windower and Anna, a distressed woman; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br></strong><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: faeylin</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Look! Look what they've done to me, Alfreic," cried the girl, ever-so-vulnerable. "I can still feel them, inside of me. I'm still slick and dirty with their predation. Save me. Save her. Save us both, my love, and make this all...all of it, go away. But you musn't let her go to live with her shame. It cannot be!" she pleaded with him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alfreic withstood the abuse, his countenance unwavering in its depiction of a singular emotion:&nbsp; emptiness.&nbsp; He withstood Ms. Windower's physical manifestations and her haunting deprivations.&nbsp; He withstood the anguish that irony wrought.&nbsp; Ms. Windower, lying before him, attempting to stir within him that same feeling he felt on that particular day.<br><br>&nbsp;"No," he said finally.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It cannot be."<br><br>He lowered his eyes to the ground and hung his head in shame, kneeling there with a sense of forlorn.&nbsp; Then he said it, with tears watering down his eyes, his hands wrought like twisted iron, as his anguish overtook him.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am so sorry, Colleen.&nbsp; I am so sorry.&nbsp; Please, forgive me, Colleen.&nbsp; I shouldn't have..."<br><br>He glanced up into the clouds, and then looked down, to find himself transferred a million years ago, into the body of a younger self.&nbsp; He had been ravaged by battle, and he&nbsp; knelt beside a familiar figure.&nbsp; Colleen Windower held unto his wrists as she died by suffocation, his own hands wrapped around that slender throat.&nbsp; Oh, how he lamented during Colleen's last seconds.&nbsp; How he hated what needed to be done... <br><br>It had been what Alfreic thought Colleen wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 03:00:58</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Richard Dupont, Estelle, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, did I miss anything exciting? And where did your boy, Antoine, run off to?" he asked glancing around her as if looking for him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Hmm, he went off to relieve himself.&nbsp; I suppose he takes as long as a lady to relieve himself in the woods," Kolette smiles impishly.&nbsp; <br><br>Streching her arms out, she exhales loudly, "Well, I for one am not planning on going home empty-handed.&nbsp; Anyone care to join me in stalking some game?" she glances at the close couple, but mainly stands talking to Viktor.&nbsp; She carries her bow and fingers an arrow's fletching.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 22:36:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2401556#msg2401556">Quote from: Myrleena on 31-10-2009, 23:22:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"No, no, I didn't read about it in the book, though now that I've repaired it, it looks like it <em>might</em> help.&nbsp; But the ghost whispered something to me about the time you asked me if I'd said something.&nbsp; It told me to find the hidden place.&nbsp; This book, however, speaks of an ancient people who believed in animal gods, and has a ritual to give voice to a ghost." I tell her, tapping the book gently.&nbsp; I continue, frowning a little. "The problems that I see is that most of the components are easy to get, but it requires the blood of a young lamb, freshly spilled.&nbsp; Besides, the spirit seems to already have a voice.&nbsp; But unless the girl tells us where the 'secret place' is, we'll have to wander the house and look for it, I suppose."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"The ghost? The little girl? Really?" she asked again, almost as if puzzled. "She came to you? But I didn't...see anything. Why won't she talk to me as well?" Lily frowned a bit, and then walked over to Sylria, peering into her book. "I can have the servant arrange to fine some young lamb for the seance...perhaps from that dreadful man who was here earlier, with all his sheep? As far as exploring the house, where would we start?" Lily giggled as another thought occured to her. "I guess the servants do get to sleep in their beds tonight after all...unless. Think we should keep them up searching the house?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 00:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2415145#msg2415145">Quote from: Faeylin on 04-11-2009, 22:36:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"The ghost? The little girl? Really?" she asked again, almost as if puzzled. "She came to you? But I didn't...see anything. Why won't she talk to me as well?" Lily frowned a bit, and then walked over to Sylria, peering into her book. "I can have the servant arrange to fine some young lamb for the seance...perhaps from that dreadful man who was here earlier, with all his sheep? As far as exploring the house, where would we start?" Lily giggled as another thought occured to her. "I guess the servants do get to sleep in their beds tonight after all...unless. Think we should keep them up searching the house?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Ah, but I didn't see her either, Lady Lillian.&nbsp; She merely spoke to me." Sylria explained, frowning a little as she remembered the man from before.&nbsp; She spoke again after a moment, more cautiously. "Also, I'm not certain, but I don't think we have to kill the lamb.&nbsp; I'd certainly prefer to avoid it, if at all possible.&nbsp; But...as an aside, the girl with that man seemed...upset about something.&nbsp; Is she a slave or some such?"<br><br>Pondering that she added, almost absently. "If we're going to explore, I'd either start in the attic or the basement.&nbsp; Attics are good for things that have been stored and forgotten, and basements are usually the oldest part of the house.&nbsp; And I don't think that it would serve us well to have the servants tired and accidentally burning food or such on the morrow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 05:59:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> It was haunting and creepy, the way the woman stood there, beside a tree, gazing at Ashley. She was a beautiful woman, middle-aged, but gorgeous nonetheless. There was a strange mark around her neck. The ghost said nothing...did nothing...only watched as Ashley rode by.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley, startled by the sight of a women out of the corner of her eye, yanks on Firefox's reigns, bringing her to a full stop.&nbsp; Changing directions, she flicks the gently to the right, directing Firefox towards the lady.&nbsp; '<em>How strange.&nbsp; She just stares.&nbsp; Do I know her.&nbsp; No, someone that lovely could not be readily forgotten</em>.'&nbsp; Ashley mused.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>As she got closer,&nbsp; she noticed the strange mark upon the beauty's neck.&nbsp; <br>Madam, "<strong>May I help you in some way?&nbsp; Are you in need of assistance?"</strong>&nbsp; Feeling a bit leery, Ashley remains upon her horse, and stops a good ten paces from the lady.&nbsp; '<em>Something isn't right here.'</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Nervous, Ashley looks around.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me, please, is there something to be feared here?,</strong> her questions while kind, were intent and focused.<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Have you been set upon?"</strong>&nbsp; Ashley, nervously played with her ruby ring as she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 09:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine was in the throes of an orgasm when the growl came. He barely had a moment to raise his messy hand from his cock in protest. The creature was white...full of sharp teeth and frightening anger. It approached the boy with malicious intentions.<br><br><hr><br>A young woman screamed in the forest, and all attention went to the woods. The scream was full of terror and panic, and it drew alarm from the members of the hunting party. "Help! No, please!" came Antoine's voice from some place nearby. Frederick lifted his gun, and took several steps towards the forest's edge, attempting to discern where the noise was coming from. Marcus Dupont quickly followed suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 16:41:54</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Richard Dupont, Estelle, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest]<br><br>Spinning towards the forest, Kolette looks sick.&nbsp; "Antoine..."&nbsp; Lifting an arrow to her bow, she runs back into the forest, "This way!" she yells at the men, heading back to where she left Antoine before.&nbsp; Was there some animal attacking him?&nbsp; <em>Please be alright...</em><br><br>Roll Result: Kolette rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Initiative<br>Result: 10,<br>Total: 12</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 23:33:44</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Sorry, it was okay however you wanted to do it, Chel. Could have come to Alfreic and that would have been okay too. However you wanted. So sorry for the messiness guys! *hugs*<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2408287#msg2408287">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 03-11-2009, 01:27:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span> <em>With Ms. Windower and Anna, a distressed woman; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br>...<br>&nbsp;"I am so sorry, Colleen.&nbsp; I am so sorry.&nbsp; Please, forgive me, Colleen.&nbsp; I shouldn't have..."<br><br>He glanced up into the clouds, and then looked down, to find himself transferred a million years ago, into the body of a younger self.&nbsp; He had been ravaged by battle, and he&nbsp; knelt beside a familiar figure.&nbsp; Colleen Windower held unto his wrists as she died by suffocation, his own hands wrapped around that slender throat.&nbsp; Oh, how he lamented during Colleen's last seconds.&nbsp; How he hated what needed to be done... <br><br>It had been what Alfreic thought Colleen wanted.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br><br>The body in Alfreic's hands was limp and dead as the man held her. All life was gone from her. But there was suddenly a well of memories in Alfreic. No. This wasn't right. None of this was right. There had never been any soldiers. She had never been raped, and Alfreic could not be certain if the memory he was reliving was even his own. How did Colleen die?<br><br>The daydream was broken by a hard slap across his face; harder than any man had ever hit Alfreic before. The demon was there before him again, and the pretty, dead doll was gone from his arms. "You coward, Alfreic. You never could do what was neccessary," she growled at him with supernatural anger. "Fine, I'll take care of the girl. If you won't save her, I will!"<br><br>The apparition reached down, and picked up Alfreic by the throat, lifting the man's hefty weight with a single hand. "Coward," she hissed, flinging him partway across the clearing with a disturbing ease. Then she strode into the forest after the girl, flickering here or there as she vanished and reappeared further ahead. She did not turn back to look at Alfreic once.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Reflex save vs. DC 14 or take 4 points of damage from being thrown. Save for half.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 23:45:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2416759#msg2416759">Quote from: Chelemar on 05-11-2009, 05:59:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...<br>As she got closer,&nbsp; she noticed the strange mark upon the beauty's neck.&nbsp; <br>Madam, "<strong>May I help you in some way?&nbsp; Are you in need of assistance?"</strong>&nbsp; Feeling a bit leery, Ashley remains upon her horse, and stops a good ten paces from the lady.&nbsp; '<em>Something isn't right here.'</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Nervous, Ashley looks around.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me, please, is there something to be feared here?,</strong> her questions while kind, were intent and focused.<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Have you been set upon?"</strong>&nbsp; Ashley, nervously played with her ruby ring as she asked.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The woman smiled at Ashley as she came to a stop. She lifted one hand up in greeting and her mouth opened, as if she were going to say something. A grotesque, choking noise came out instead. There were bruises around her neck; horrid black and blue and yellow bruises, and her skin was unnaturally pale. "Aaaahhh....luuugggh" she tried to say. "Aaaahhh....faaaa....laaaahhh" it tried again, an imploring look on her face.<br><br>One minute, the woman was standing next to a large hardwood tree, trying desperately to communicate with Ashley. The next, some large and dark form reached out and grabbed the woman, dragging her behind the tree and out of view. It had all happened so suddenly that Ashley might have doubted if it happened at all.<br><br>There was a loud crash up ahead, from a clearing just beyond the edge of the trees ahead.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> If Ashley checks, the woman at the tree is gone, and there's no indication that she was ever there. The crash ahead is Alfreic. You two can join up now. Sorry to keep you guys waiting!<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:17:55</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Lady Marie is rejoining us from Private Thread #3 (Post Link (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51364.msg2422769#msg2422769))<br><br><hr><br>The interchange had all happened in moments. The rider had been chasing after Lady Marie, intent on catching her before she could find help. One moment she was just ahead of him, almost close enough for a shot. The next she was coming at him from the side, her rapier held almost like a lance.<br><br>The thin blade slid into his clothing, between ribs, and into the delicate flesh and organs beneath. He gasped, turning around and letting his cocked arrow go. It whizzed just off to the side of Marie's head, and was lost in the forest beyond. There was a gush of blood as Marie withdrew her rapier, and then he fell from his horse.<br><br>From the not-to-distant-southeast, there were the yells of men. They were coordinated and communicating, and Lady Marie could surmise that they were looking for her.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:39:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2415455#msg2415455">Quote from: Myrleena on 05-11-2009, 00:22:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>Pondering that she added, almost absently. "If we're going to explore, I'd either start in the attic or the basement.&nbsp; Attics are good for things that have been stored and forgotten, and basements are usually the oldest part of the house.&nbsp; And I don't think that it would serve us well to have the servants tired and accidentally burning food or such on the morrow."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian listened as Sylria spoke, nodding here and smiling there. "The girl? She's likely his daughter, or wife...or something, I suppose," she said, waving her hands to express that she didn't know. "But they're peasants, so...it's not really much of a concern one way or another, as long as the clothes are washed and the food is cooked...or in this case, the lamb is cared for before it ends up on the dining room table." Lily giggled a bit here. "If it matters to you, though, I suppose we could look into it.<br><br>"The lamb. couldn't we always just have it butchered for supper, and have the servants bring us the blood? Or, do you think we have to bring the beast in for the seance? Freshly spilled, do you suppose?" Lillian rubbed her trim tummy as they spoke of the lamb. Lady Lilliian's girl came in just at that moment, burdened with a platter of cheeses and fruits, and cubed pieces of bread. Precariously balanced on one small hip and in the crook of her elbow, she had a glass decanter of wine as well.<br><br>"Ma'am," she said, smiling politely at the two women as she artfully arranged the foodstuffs on a table in the middle of the room. "I'll be right back with the glasses," she said as she glided from the room.<br><br>"In any case, the idea of searching the house seems like fun to me. I don't quite recall how to get up to the attic or the basement, though. I'm sure one of the servants can tell us. Maybe Aimee can tell us when she's back."<br><br>Lillian moved over to the platters of food, and began to eat from them. She giggled at Sylria's comment about the servants burning food. "Brilliantly smart. See, what would I do without your advice, Sylria!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 02:24:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>In the company of a devil and Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>The memory was entirely wrong.&nbsp; Alfreic had never been accosted and subdued.&nbsp; The wounds he had imagined were different from the ones that were upon him.&nbsp; He rose slowly to his feet, only to be accosted by the demon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Alfreic stared into the beastly, sinful eyes and, though courageous, felt an insupportable ounce of fear.<br><br>Then she threw him with an astounding force, sending him through thicket and brush.&nbsp; Alfreic did not cover his face.&nbsp; Alfreic wanted to know what it was like to bleed.&nbsp; He felt bone crush and flesh tear, and at once, he was a mound of flesh slumped upon the ground.&nbsp; But Alfreic did not relent.&nbsp; He gathered himself up and grasped his longsword firm.&nbsp; The damage he had suffered would have been too much for much for the rest of his mortal kin.&nbsp; But Alfreic was a tough bastard, and he wanted more.<br><br>&nbsp;"Demon!" he cried.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Demon, do not think that you can so easily rid yourself of me!&nbsp; Just as you come to haunt me, I shall go to haunt you!"<br><br>And with that, he began to run through the thickets, looking like a neanderthal hunting those long-tusked creatures, steel glimmering with blood, his eyes crazed with lunacy.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong>&nbsp; Alfreic automatically fails the reflex save, taking all damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 02:50:45</strong>
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				Lady Marie's intent had honed in the thick of combat, readying her to deliver a fatal blow to the soldier pursuing her. In a few heady, adrenaline-filled moments, she had been wrapped into her fantasy of being a glorious hero, dueling brigands atop a magnificent steed.<br><br>With a slip of her blade, the man saw his demise, and in his eyes Marie saw tragedy that twisted into her as she drew her sword out. The wound that sunk into her was beyond words, and Lady Marie hid it into where all sorrow went to sort out later.<br><br>Wasting no more than a moment, Lady Marie dismounted and kissed her mare, giving her a sad, grateful look before launching herself onto the just emptied saddle and unfamiliar horse.<br><br>Steeling herself, she wiped off her weapon onto an upturned patch of the saddle bags and took off, racing toward Avonleigh to report the ambush and see to her father's health.<br><br>Glory and worry grasped her heart tightly as she turned over the thrill and ache in her chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 08:06:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2422841#msg2422841">Quote from: Faeylin on 07-11-2009, 01:39:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian listened as Sylria spoke, nodding here and smiling there. "The girl? She's likely his daughter, or wife...or something, I suppose," she said, waving her hands to express that she didn't know. "But they're peasants, so...it's not really much of a concern one way or another, as long as the clothes are washed and the food is cooked...or in this case, the lamb is cared for before it ends up on the dining room table." Lily giggled a bit here. "If it matters to you, though, I suppose we could look into it.<br><br>"The lamb. couldn't we always just have it butchered for supper, and have the servants bring us the blood? Or, do you think we have to bring the beast in for the seance? Freshly spilled, do you suppose?" Lillian rubbed her trim tummy as they spoke of the lamb. Lady Lilliian's girl came in just at that moment, burdened with a platter of cheeses and fruits, and cubed pieces of bread. Precariously balanced on one small hip and in the crook of her elbow, she had a glass decanter of wine as well.<br><br>"Ma'am," she said, smiling politely at the two women as she artfully arranged the foodstuffs on a table in the middle of the room. "I'll be right back with the glasses," she said as she glided from the room.<br><br>"In any case, the idea of searching the house seems like fun to me. I don't quite recall how to get up to the attic or the basement, though. I'm sure one of the servants can tell us. Maybe Aimee can tell us when she's back."<br><br>Lillian moved over to the platters of food, and began to eat from them. She giggled at Sylria's comment about the servants burning food. "Brilliantly smart. See, what would I do without your advice, Sylria!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I shake my head at that, frowning a bit.&nbsp; The girl had seemed distraught about something, but...I really couldn't say much, given how little experience I had.&nbsp; I do reply somewhat as the food comes in, however, and my stomach growls. "I don't know, she just seemed...I don't know, like a victim?&nbsp; I don't know that that makes any sense though.&nbsp; It just bothered me somehow.&nbsp; But the lamb, the blood does need to be freshly spilled.&nbsp; I just prefer not to have the death of the creature as <em>part</em> of the ritual.&nbsp; Such...is not the best thing.&nbsp; It's somewhat symbolic, and I don't want to be calling the attention of the darker spirits to us."<br><br>I come over, looking at the food and slowly sampling, smiling at Aimee as she left again. "Thank you very much, Aimee."<br><br>The comment on the building made me nod, though.&nbsp; I hadn't had time to explore, and while I could likely guess how to get down there, it wasn't really <em>necessary</em> when we could ask others. "I think that the servants could help us explore, at least.&nbsp; And my advice can't be <em>that</em> useful, really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 21:41:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> [ in the woods&nbsp; with ghost and then Mr. Slate]</span><br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman smiled at Ashley as she came to a stop. She lifted one hand up in greeting and her mouth opened, as if she were going to say something. A grotesque, choking noise came out instead. There were bruises around her neck; horrid black and blue and yellow bruises, and her skin was unnaturally pale. "Aaaahhh....luuugggh" she tried to say. "Aaaahhh....faaaa....laaaahhh" it tried again, an imploring look on her face.<br><br>One minute, the woman was standing next to a large hardwood tree, trying desperately to communicate with Ashley. The next, some large and dark form reached out and grabbed the woman, dragging her behind the tree and out of view. It had all happened so suddenly that Ashley might have doubted if it happened at all.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>There was a loud crash up ahead, from a clearing just beyond the edge of the trees ahead<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Madam?"</strong>&nbsp; Ashley called, her voice filled with horror at what had happened, the hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up.&nbsp; <em>'What did I just see?&nbsp; What was that? Whatever it was, it was not natural!'</em>&nbsp; Doing her best to calm the balking Firefox, and her own self, Ashley called out again, <strong>"Madam?&nbsp; I will go for help."</strong>&nbsp; She knew full well that whatever was there she was not equipped to handle it herself.<br>&nbsp;<br>Marking the spot where the lady had disappeared, Ashley again set out to find Mr. Slate.&nbsp; Only a few paces out, a loud crashing comes from the woods.&nbsp; <br><strong>"Mr. Slate?"</strong>&nbsp; she calls.&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Slate, Tis Ashley Brawley, I&nbsp; have come to request that we join forces to fight the evils of Avonleigh."</strong>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Breaking through the woods, Ashley sees Mr. Slate running with a crazed look. <strong>"Mr. Slate?&nbsp; There is some wicked force at work here"</strong>&nbsp; She calls in a soothing voice keeping her distance, but not leaving either.&nbsp; <strong>"You are injured.&nbsp; Be calm and let me help you."</strong> She says the later as a mother would to a distressed child.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>the spell to convince slate and Ashley to combine forces was a roll of 20&nbsp; &nbsp;5<br>they will join forces.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>The 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 07:21:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2423007#msg2423007">Quote from: resonanteve on 07-11-2009, 02:50:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...<br>Steeling herself, she wiped off her weapon onto an upturned patch of the saddle bags and took off, racing toward Avonleigh to report the ambush and see to her father's health.<br><br>Glory and worry grasped her heart tightly as she turned over the thrill and ache in her chest.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br><br>Marie Archambault had been working tirelessly since the group had arrived at Avonleigh, and she had finally slipped off to enjoy a moment to herself. One polished red apple in hand, she strode down the front lane of Avonleigh and headed for the outer wall of the manor. Old stone, covered in moss here and there...she had a favorite place like that when she was still a girl, and it seemed like the perfect place to have that apple.<br><br>Hiking her skirts up a bit so that she wouldn't dirty her dress, Marie climbed the wall expertly. She settled in atop the stonework, and bit into her apple with satisfaction. Before the day was out, she'd have a whole bushel of the beauties from the back orchard. She looked up, her eyes drifting over the countryside surrounding Avonleigh.<br><br>That's when she spied the approaching rider, moving at breakneck speed along the provincial country road. As the rider approached, Marie Archambault stood up and began waving her hands. "Stop it! You hear me...Miss!" She said, as she made out the female form atop the hefty animal. "Don't you know it's rude to ride right by someone, stirrin' up all sorts of dust and rocks and...it's just very rude, is all!" Marie Archambault had a severe frown on her face has she continued to ramble on. The woman on the horse has ruined her moment of solace, and Marie planned to let her know that in detail,
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 15:27:53</strong>
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				Hearing the woman's peals of dismay, Lady Marie slowed down her borrow steed, coming to a halt nearby the servant woman. The constant thrill and worry of the journey had kept Lady Marie almost in a trance before she saw the Avonleigh estate approaching - here, she hoped, there might be some relief.<br><br>"I need to speak to the Lord of this estate immediately! Falkovnian soldiers ride from the South."<br><br>It took to the end of her words for Lady Marie to realize how forward and important she sounded - not very fitting for one of her sex, but it pleased her dearly to be so adventurous. To always be so free and powerful...<br><br>Lady Marie pushed those thoughts from her mind, focusing on the present. Her look to the woman was urgent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 00:52:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2423007#msg2423007">Quote from: resonanteve on 07-11-2009, 02:50:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It took to the end of her words for Lady Marie to realize how forward and important she sounded - not very fitting for one of her sex, but it pleased her dearly to be so adventurous. To always be so free and powerful...<br><br>Lady Marie pushed those thoughts from her mind, focusing on the present. Her look to the woman was urgent.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br><br>"Falkovnian soldiers? Nuh-uh! You got to be kidding me, right?" Marie Archambault threw her hands up into the air with exaggerated frustration. "Those damnable soldiers are out to ruin Lady Lillian's party, and believe me when I tell you she's working us real hard to make sure nothing...and I mean nothing...ruins her little adventure in the country." The servant woman put her hands on her hips, and made a sucking sound as she thought.<br><br>"Well, I guess the best thing is to take you inside, and let you speak to the Lady of the 'ouse. She's a bit of a flake, if you don't mind me saying so myself," said the woman as she hopped down from the wall. "Now don't you go repeating that, or I'll be in hotter water than boiled potatoes. Right on down the lane with you, now, Miss. I'll follow along as best as I can."<br><br>Marie looked down the road, opposite from the way Lady Marie had ridden. "I sure do wish that Mister Dupont fellow was back already. Ezra knows that Miss Lillian will have us start cooking supper for the soldiers, or some silly nonsense like that. She's a smart girl, but she ain't quite living in the same world as the rest of us...if you catch my meaning, of course." Marie Archambault looked at the noblewoman on her horse, and amended a, "Miss," to her words, and then curtsied as well for good measure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alluistras</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:16:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br><br>Viktor started from the scream, turning sharply toward the sound, then frowned as he realized who it was. <br><br>"Stand down your weapons, men. He probably just tripped on a branch or something..." he called out to the Fredrick and Marcus. When they didn't listen, Viktor sighed,&nbsp; reaching for his crossbow, and followed behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>In the company of a devil and Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic was in the throes of dangerous passion and torrid hatred, and he looked it. At once, he appeared bewildered and wild, his eyes narrowed savagely into two pits of tormented fire.&nbsp; His nostrils flared dangerously as his mouth was curved into a horrendous snarl.&nbsp; The language of his body was violent, and sweat surged from his exposed pores, making him appear wet and shiny. He literally towered over Ashley, lumbering over her like an umber hulk.&nbsp; But at the sound of Ashley's voice, he was... affected, and his nature altered considerably.&nbsp; His shoulders narrowed, his veins ceased pumping desperately, and the doombringer's visage became more like a hawk's instead of a tiger's.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am... surprised to find you here," he said very carefully.&nbsp; He turned to look around him, feigning disinterest in the face of extreme paranoia.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do not know what you mean," he said finally.&nbsp; Indeed, Ashley's words seemed to decrease his confidence in his sanity. Her words made no sense to him, try as he might to allocate meanings to her statements.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:46:29</strong>
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				Lady Marie, ready to ride off hence, was caught confused and disbelieving of the woman's candor. The threat of their treacherous neighbors, who would bring nothing but mayhem and death, elicited such an unconcerned response from her - she, who seemed far more concerned with the needs of her Lady's <em>party</em>.<br><br>"Yes, let us proceed at once." She looked around atop her worn steed, taking in the measure of the estate she had come upon before following Marie.<br><br>Paying little attention to her gossip, she broke in after she added a respectable term: "How many soldiers does your Lady keep on the grounds?" She opened her mouth to add more, but drew her lips tight and lapsed there - with such an earnest tongue, this servant woman might spread the information far past its good use.<br><br>Blinking into the silence, Lady Marie added later, "What's your Lady's namesake?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 00:56:08</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> This is the intro for Dee. Welcome to the game!<br><br><hr><br>Dee had been staying with a lover at the manor just south of Avonleigh. It was supposed to be a week long trip, and while it had been enjoyable, Dee was ready for it to be over when the soldiers came. A mob of them approached the house, demanding that the inhabitants surrender. Dee's lover had valiantly shot back at them with a rifle, and they responded by setting the house alight. <br><br>They had both fled through a rear door, but he hadn't made it. They caught up with him, and Dee could still remember the way he screamed once the soldiers had him in their possession. For several hours, Dee ran north, until she spied another countryside manor; there was smoke coming from the rooftop flue, and it looked like people were staying there.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 05:54:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2417135#msg2417135">Quote from: Faeylin on 05-11-2009, 09:20:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Antoine was in the throes of an orgasm when the growl came. He barely had a moment to raise his messy hand from his cock in protest. The creature was white...full of sharp teeth and frightening anger. It approached the boy with malicious intentions.<br><br><hr><br>A young woman screamed in the forest, and all attention went to the woods. The scream was full of terror and panic, and it drew alarm from the members of the hunting party. "Help! No, please!" came Antoine's voice from some place nearby. Frederick lifted his gun, and took several steps towards the forest's edge, attempting to discern where the noise was coming from. Marcus Dupont quickly followed suit.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong> The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br><br>Antoine came running from the woods, screaming and panting as something broke through the forest behind him. The look of sheer panic on his face was trumped by the wound inflicted on his right arm. It was hard not to look at the gushing stump Antoine held against his chest. His left hand covered it at first, but when he saw the rest of the hunting party, he reached out for them, tripping to the ground as he begged for help. His right hand was completely missing, and the white bones of his lower-right arm jutted out grotesquely from the torn skin. Something had bit his hand off, and it's menacing growls came from nearby.<br><br>There were only flashes of white in the trees beyond, moving through the trees with preternatural speed. No one could get a good shot or view at the creature. For the moment, it seemed to be circling the hunters...appraising them. A growl here to the right, then another from behind them. The hunter who had tasted Antoine's flesh had been led back to a whole flock of sheep. Even Frederick and Marcus, who had both seen much and were comfortable with their muskets, seemed unsettled by this new threat.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> This scene is now turning into a combat, and will move to Private Thread #4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52442.msg2436603#msg2436603). We're going to use a separate thread for each new combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 14:58:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am... surprised to find you here," he said very carefully. He turned to look around him, feigning disinterest in the face of extreme paranoia. "I do not know what you mean," he said finally. Indeed, Ashley's words seemed to decrease his confidence in his sanity. Her words made no sense to him, try as he might to allocate meanings to her statements. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>Ashley sees the confusion in the large man's eyes. <em>'He is hurt more than I have thought. First I must convince him to trust me.'</em> Thinking a moment, she decided that maybe if she touched him as she spoke, there might be a better chance of them helping each other.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley slowly got off of Firefox and approached the wounded soldier with her hands hanging loosely at her side in a gesture of one who is both a friend and harmless. <strong>"Yes, I am surprised to be here. I was with Ivy and Emogene, but they have gone back to the Manor; and I am here now."</strong> She continued to walk toward Mr. Slate until she stood within arms distance from him. In a soothing voice she added, <strong>"I heard a noise through the trees and when I came to see, I saw you,&nbsp; and so I am here Mr. Slate."</strong>&nbsp; Adding a bit of soothing to her voice, she continued,&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You are hurt, and I will help you, if you will just but let me."</strong> Reaching out one hand she stated in a firm but clear voice. <strong>"Take my hand Mr. Slate, this hand will not hurt you."&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 19:31:13</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Can you do me too," she asked in turn. Though sleepy, Ivy could manage to be slightly cute as she pleaded with Imogene. "I can't sleep in all this," she pouted.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Imogene smiled gently at her, though her brain was still in a haze. Moving forward, she slipped off Ivy's shirt, moving to the corset and starting to pull the strings to undo it. She frowned as more of her skin was revealed to her, she had a few cuts and scrapes, a few seeming more recent than the others, showing bright red against her white skin.<br><br>She sighed a bit, running her fingers very softly against her back. "Ivy...we've been through a lot together...haven't we?" she asked quietly, without really knowing why, as she continued to caress her soft skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 23:57:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic stared at Ashley, his brow creasing with confusion and resentment, until he snatched her hand forcibly and pulled her smaller figure against his.&nbsp; He glowered at her, his teeth gritting into a perfect snide smirk.&nbsp; Then he shoved her down unto the ground.<br><br>&nbsp;"Stupid girl," he said, his voice booming as he approached her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You stave off one unmitigated disaster to bumble into another."&nbsp; Here, he crouched low, looking at her like a wolf.<br><br>Though he appeared to be sizing up his meal, he was indeed merely attempting to recall if this girl was at all special to him.&nbsp; Sometimes Alfreic became confused, and felt that he had known an individual when he hadn't.&nbsp; At present, he felt that he knew Ashley intimately, but his memory was so terribly hazy that he could not remember when and where he had encountered her.&nbsp; This startled Alfreic because the girl was quite stunning, and he felt certain that he wouldn't forget someone like her.&nbsp; Yet here he was, with an imperfect recollection.&nbsp; That said something, Alfreic thought.<br><br>Why was she here?&nbsp; He did not understand, though he did understand.&nbsp; What he understood was that Ms. Ashley thought him to be capable of withstanding whatever haunted her, and that he might defend her?&nbsp; No, that was not right.&nbsp; She felt that they had better chances surviving if they worked together.&nbsp; Surviving against what, exactly?&nbsp; Alfreic did not know what had happened to Ashley in the last few hours, or what horrors lay in wait for them in Avonleigh.&nbsp; What confused him was that Ashley could not have chosen a less suitable candidate to help her.&nbsp; Alfreic had become ambivalent towards his own life, and as such, ambivalent towards every thing else.<br><br>Finally, he stood, favoring his hip considerably.&nbsp; He approached Ashley and hovered over her.<br><br>&nbsp;"I want to know you in exchange for an alliance," he said finally.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I want you to expose yourself to me, and I want every inch of your flesh to open to me for inspection."<br><br><hr>OOC Note:&nbsp; Please IM me if you disagree with any part of this course of action, Chel!
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 00:56:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley began to shake when Mr. Slate threw her to the ground.&nbsp; 'Keep it together now, Ashley.'&nbsp; She told herself.&nbsp; Refusing to cower, she sat where she landed and watched the man that was Alfreic Slate as he stormed above her.<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I want to know you in exchange for an alliance," he said finally.&nbsp; "I want you to expose yourself to me, and I want every inch of your flesh to open to me for inspection."[/]</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[]&nbsp; he said to her.[/]<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley staired up at him for a moment and looked deep into his eyes.&nbsp; Seeing more the man there and less the tormented soul, she knew that what she chose to do could possible decide both of their fates right now.<br>&nbsp;<br>Slowly she stood, and in one easy movement, lifted the gown that covered her.&nbsp; That she had no corset nor shift on allowed her pert breasts to spring immediatly forth.&nbsp; Leaning over, she removed her boots, then she untied her pantaloons and let them fall into a puddle at her feet.&nbsp; Kicking her feet free from her the cloth, she put her hands at her sides and stood there naked.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She kept her eyes foreward and her head up.&nbsp; The only sign that she might be bothered by her state was the blush that stained across her breasts and rose to spill up her neck and paint both of her cheeks a bright red.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"I am as I have been made, naked before you Mr. Slate as you asked. Look your fill."</strong> She murmered.&nbsp; Her voice was soft, but resolute, and held no fear of him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 01:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic watched lecherously as Ashley undressed, his rueful smile becoming more wicked with each piece of garment that fell to the ground.&nbsp; The pressure in the front of his pants tormented his arousal, so before she was through, Alfreic unclasped his belt and removed his thick member.&nbsp; He slowly eased his calloused hand up and down across his livening shaft, his attention mesmerized by Ashley's unnatural beauty.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"I am as I have been made, naked before you Mr. Slate as you asked. Look your fill."</strong> She murmered.&nbsp; Her voice was soft, but resolute, and held no fear of him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"So I see," Alfreic said, stalking towards her like a prowler after his gem.&nbsp; The space between them became thick, and his approach slowed, his attraction magnified, and now his cyclopean thickness stood at full erection... because, as I had said earlier, Ashley was quite stunning.&nbsp; Alfreic rounded around her, so that he stood behind her, his face lingering just above her temple.&nbsp; The heat of his manhood was placed against the small of her back, and Ashley might find discomfort now that the circumference of that wicked tool was significantly larger than that of her spine.&nbsp; But Alfreic was not at all discomforted.&nbsp; No, he slowly pressed his thick cock against her back, pushing his chest against the back of her neck, and wrapping a massive arm around her figure to pull her into his embrace.<br><br>&nbsp;"You have quite the figure, Ms. Ashley," he hissed.<br><br>The man's powerful off-hand (for his main hand was still bearing the long sword) snatched her right breast meanly, clutching it like a viper.<br><br>&nbsp;"A perfect figure," he hissed into her ear, this time adding emphasis to his comment by pushing a tendril of her hair with his nose.<br>&nbsp;<br>[/quote]
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 01:32:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley</strong> [ in the woods&nbsp; with&nbsp; Mr. Slate]</span><br><br>Ashley's breath caught in her throat when the soldier began stoking himself.&nbsp; Mesmerized by his actions, she licked her lips and watched as his member grew with each stroke of his hand.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Again she began to tremble, not only from fear, but from a curious desire to wipe away what had happened earlier in the woods with the huntsman by replacing it with a vision of Alfreic Slate.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>She offered no resistance when he pulled her against him.&nbsp; She made no sound when he clutched her breast so savagely.<br>&nbsp;<br>When he pressed his thickness against her back, she felt the heat of him spread through her to kindle an answering heat at her own core.&nbsp; She leaned back against him and rested her head against the strength of his shoulder.&nbsp; <br>A smile formed at the corners of her mouth as he spoke of her figure, and with a wiggle of her hips she loosened his grip enough to turn to face him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley looked at the man and said to him something she never imagined saying to anyone before this day, no, before this moment.&nbsp; Looking him straight in the eyes she said with all sincerity, she said to him in a voice firm yet oddly soft and gentle and totally incongruous with her words, "Fuck me Mr. Slate.&nbsp; I want you to."&nbsp; Her voice began to throb,&nbsp; &nbsp;"I want you to wipe out any thoughts of any other man from my mind until there is only you."&nbsp; <br>Ashley could feel a wetness begin to form between her legs as she spoke.&nbsp; <br>"Yes, please fuck me."&nbsp; she entreated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:22:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Heat radiated from the swarthy, swollen body of that perennial warrior as he towered unmoving before Ashley.&nbsp; His mind was racing, however.&nbsp; Racing because he had been under the suspicion that there was something else he was doing.&nbsp; Something urgent.&nbsp; But the urgency seemed to be swallowed by time, and with the previous event sight unseen, Alfreic was very happy to forget it and move on.<br><br>At her beseeching, Alfreic again stood unmoved.&nbsp; She begged him to plow into her cute little puss, but Alfreic specifically refused because she <em>had begged him.</em>&nbsp; He didn't care about Jack, he didn't care about her.&nbsp; What he wanted was to hurt her, for what reason, he knew not.&nbsp; But there it was.<br><br>&nbsp;"No," he hissed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I will do no such thing, you little harlot."&nbsp; He pried her mouth open with his dirty fingers, and then shoved her back a little bit.&nbsp; Then he snatched her arms cruelly and pushed her down unto her knees.&nbsp; Then he pointed at her pelvis and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I want you to taste yourself.&nbsp; I want you to rub your finger inside of yourself and taste it.&nbsp; I want you to tell me what it tastes like.&nbsp; And I want you to tell me that you love it so much that you want me to taste it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:26:09</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Per their request, Ashley and Alfreic are moving to Private Thread #5, located here. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52540.0)<br><br>Just for future reference, sex or romantic scenes can stay in the main thread or move to a private thread per the involved player's discretion. If you stay in the main thread, just flag any explicit content at the top of the post. If you need a private thread in the future, please send me a PM and let me create the thread for you; that part is optional, of course, but it makes it easier for me to re-title the posts and handle all the linking back and forth to the main thread. Thanks a bunch and as always, posts incoming soon. ^^<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2423891#msg2423891">Quote from: Myrleena on 07-11-2009, 08:06:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>I come over, looking at the food and slowly sampling, smiling at Aimee as she left again. "Thank you very much, Aimee."<br><br>The comment on the building made me nod, though.&nbsp; I hadn't had time to explore, and while I could likely guess how to get down there, it wasn't really <em>necessary</em> when we could ask others. "I think that the servants could help us explore, at least.&nbsp; And my advice can't be <em>that</em> useful, really."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well, as I said before, in Dementlieu we don't usually concern ourselves with the affairs of the lower classes, but...if she seemed to be in trouble, we will definitely look into the matter. There has been a movement in Port-a-Lucine concerned with the welfare of our unfortunate lessers. Maybe when we get back, that might be something you'd be interested." Lillian smiled at the elf, as if enthralled by her. "Oh Sylria," she excalimed, clapping her hands together, "so concerned for others! Is there any end to your selfless goodness?"<br><br>"In any case, as soon as that fellow with all the sheep returns, we'll have to procure a young lamb! As far as the house, maybe we can ask Aimee when she returns?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2433098#msg2433098">Quote from: resonanteve on 10-11-2009, 02:46:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...<br>Paying little attention to her gossip, she broke in after she added a respectable term: "How many soldiers does your Lady keep on the grounds?" She opened her mouth to add more, but drew her lips tight and lapsed there - with such an earnest tongue, this servant woman might spread the information far past its good use.<br><br>Blinking into the silence, Lady Marie added later, "What's your Lady's namesake?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br><br>"Oh, Miss Lillian?" asked Marie Archambault. "She ain't got more than three or four them lookin' after this whole affair. Silly thing probably wouldn't have brought anyone if her pa didn't make her." The servant put a hand to her brow. "It looks kinda like there's a fire down that aways, do you see it, Miss...uh, what did you say your name was again?"<br><br>Without really waiting for a reply, she pointed. "And ain't that a woman walking in the countryside there?" Marie Archambault pointed at a lone figure, making her way towards Avonleigh. "Oh, and she's a Montague girl, Miss Lily is."<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The figure is Dee, and the Montagues are a very rich and powerful family in Dementlieu. Possibly one of the top ten richest and most influential family names in the country. The Montague sisters are well known, and Lily Montague is often gossiped about. If Lady Marie has spent much time in Port-a-Lucine (the capital city and the seat of the country's cultural and social life), she may already have met her...up to you to decide, Eve. And if they do know each other, just let me know what kind of relationship they have: rivals, poorly-known acquaintances, good friends, etc. The Montague family throws many balls, events, and so on, so it just depends on how social Lady Marie is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2440672#msg2440672">Quote from: Faeylin on 12-11-2009, 03:43:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Well, as I said before, in Dementlieu we don't usually concern ourselves with the affairs of the lower classes, but...if she seemed to be in trouble, we will definitely look into the matter. There has been a movement in Port-a-Lucine concerned with the welfare of our unfortunate lessers. Maybe when we get back, that might be something you'd be interested." Lillian smiled at the elf, as if enthralled by her. "Oh Sylria," she excalimed, clapping her hands together, "so concerned for others! Is there any end to your selfless goodness?"<br><br>"In any case, as soon as that fellow with all the sheep returns, we'll have to procure a young lamb! As far as the house, maybe we can ask Aimee when she returns?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I shrug a bit uncomfortably.&nbsp; My voice is a bit concerned, although I'm a little confused as to why. "I'm not certain why I'm concerned, really.&nbsp; It just seemed odd to me, and if she is in a situation similar to the one I was...well, I don't really like the idea of someone being trapped like that.&nbsp; I don't know much about your society, however, so I'm not sure what I <em>should</em> do."<br><br>Taking another bit of bread to nibble on, I add, a little hesitantly. "As for the other things...I suppose that the servants would know the house the best thus far.&nbsp; I think that is a good idea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 05:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2439129#msg2439129">Quote from: Risa on 11-11-2009, 19:31:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>She sighed a bit, running her fingers very softly against her back. "Ivy...we've been through a lot together...haven't we?" she asked quietly, without really knowing why, as she continued to caress her soft skin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Avonleigh [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>The whole trip home to Avonleigh had been fraught with exhaustion. The girls had struggled to stay awake as they rode on Ivy's mare. As they entered the manor and climbed to their bedroom, they had fought for each step. But now that Ivy was in bed, her clothes shed from her body, she felt very much awake. The exhaustion was still there, but there was also an excitement that she couldn't name. It was like a dream...the twilight between sleep and consciousness.<br><br>"Your hand feels so nice," she answered back mutely. "A lot. Yes. We have been through a lot, haven't we? The soldiers...on the road. The small lake and the cave that...monster." Ivy could feel goosebumps radiating out from where Imogene touched her. Her eyes closed for a few moments, but then she shook her head, dispelling the oncoming sleep.<br><br>Ivy turned and crawled into the over-sized bed beside her best friend. "That feels so nice. Like when Estelle taught me about kisses," she murmured sleepily, moving in close to Imogene.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 06:32:18</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>She smiled softly, continuing to softly caress Ivy's back, a few fingers moving up and down her spine, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin under her fingers. Imogene's hand moved gently down one of her arms, and she moved gently to kiss Ivy's neck, stopping just above her spine. Imogene just loved everything about Ivy, how cute and innocent she was, what a lovely and caring personality she had. Perhaps it was this that made her so hesitant to try anything with her. That, and what would happen if Lillian found out about it.<br><br>But she pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind now, as she continued to caress and kiss Ivy's skin. "So Estelle taught you about kissing, hm...?" Imogene asked softly, giggling a bit. "To tell you the truth...I've never really kissed anyone before." This, of course, was not true. She and Ashley had...but she didn't want to think about her at the moment. Some part of her felt angry that Ashley would leave them, after acting so coldly toward them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2441314#msg2441314">Quote from: Risa on 12-11-2009, 06:32:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br>...<br>But she pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind now, as she continued to caress and kiss Ivy's skin. "So Estelle taught you about kissing, hm...?" Imogene asked softly, giggling a bit. "To tell you the truth...I've never really kissed anyone before." This, of course, was not true. She and Ashley had...but she didn't want to think about her at the moment. Some part of her felt angry that Ashley would leave them, after acting so coldly toward them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/1523/ivymontaguenew.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague,</strong> Avonleigh [Ivy &amp; Imogene]<br><br>The girl turned in bed, to face her friend. "She did, Imogene, and it felt...like bliss." She smiled sleepily, slipping back now towards sleep. "She told me that it's ok for girls...to practice kissing." Her mouth slipped into a smile, as she drifted towards the inevitable sleep. "She said that it would make me a good wife someday." And with that, Ivy was at the brink of unconsciousness. Her hand slipped around Imogene's waist, fingers trailing along her lower back in a sleepy daze. Then her hand fell limp and quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:37:41</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>She smiled softly as Ivy wrapped an arm around her waist, noticing that the smaller girl was on the edge of sleep. So she dropped her advances, there would be a better time for it, and simply let a hand caress her arm. She could feel herself shiver a bit when Ivy's finger trailed along her lower back, but as she was falling asleep herself, she didn't register it as she would have normally.<br><br>"A good wife someday, huh...?" she asked distantly. It struck Imogene as odd, to think of Ivy as someone's wife. A picture of an unfriendly-looking, faceless man appeared in Imogene's brain, accompanied by a smiling Ivy. The thought made her heart stir uncomfortably for a moment, then she finally felt Ivy drift off to sleep. She smiled softly, placed a gentle, loving kiss on her shoulder, and slowly fell to sleep herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 04:56:46</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2457951#msg2457951">Quote from: Risa on 17-11-2009, 06:37:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br><br>"A good wife someday, huh...?" she asked distantly. It struck Imogene as odd, to think of Ivy as someone's wife. A picture of an unfriendly-looking, faceless man appeared in Imogene's brain, accompanied by a smiling Ivy. The thought made her heart stir uncomfortably for a moment, then she finally felt Ivy drift off to sleep. She smiled softly, placed a gentle, loving kiss on her shoulder, and slowly fell to sleep herself.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The girls fell into unconsciousness swiftly. The room was quiet and calm, and in that solitude, they slept. Two girls all wrapped up in one another, a vision of bliss in their plush and comfortable bed. Time passed, and the shallow sleep moved to darker dreams. That's how Imogene came to be sitting before a young girl. Imogene was most certainly dreaming, and at the same time, it was one of the most vivid and alert dreams she had ever had.<br><br>"Are you even listening to me, silly?" asked the girl. She was young, with brownish-blonde hair. In many ways, she reminded Imogene of Emily Laroche, the child who had come to Avonleigh with them. But there were differences as well. This girl had a thinner nose, and her eyes were green instead of blue. "Wake up, stinky butt. Aren't you going to answer me?" she giggled, flicking her fingers in front of Imogene as if to get her attention.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 05:10:25</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br>Imogene groaned a bit as she thought she heard someone talking to her. Surely, it was too early to be thinking about waking up now. It was probably still in the middle of the night. How...odd.<br><br>So she rubbed her eyes as she felt fingers flicking in front of her face, and she yawned a bit, her eyes unfocused. A girl was next to her, supposedly a smaller girl than Ivy, and she had to blink a few times to get her into focus.<br><br>"Emily...?" she asked groggily, sounding confused. What was this?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 05:12:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2440849#msg2440849">Quote from: Myrleena on 12-11-2009, 04:30:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Taking another bit of bread to nibble on, I add, a little hesitantly. "As for the other things...I suppose that the servants would know the house the best thus far.&nbsp; I think that is a good idea."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Aimee Lisle</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian's maid entered the room again, this time holding a pair of crystal glasses. She curtsied upon entering, and quickly strolled across the room to place them, upturned, on the table beside the wine and food. "Pardon me, Misses," she said, her head bowed as she spoke. "I couldn't carry all of it at once. If that's all m'Lady needs, I'll be off now, Miss Lillian." It was the first time Sylria had really ever heard the girl speak so much; her voice was notable for it's submissive and youthful qualities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 05:25:31</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2460900#msg2460900">Quote from: Risa on 18-11-2009, 05:10:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br>"Emily...?" she asked groggily, sounding confused. What was this?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl stood beside the bed...but the bed was different now. It was a four-post bed, like the one the girls had fallen asleep in, but this one was constructed out of a deeper, more-reddish wood. Ivy wasn't in the room and Imogene found herself wearing a creamy slip that she hadn't had on before.<br><br>"I asked why you never kiss her, silly." The girl smiled, her petite mouth drawing into a nervous-amused gesture. "When Mama and Papa look at each other the way...well, the way you look at Ivy, they kiss! Why don't you kiss her too?" The girl crawled into bed beside Imogene, and snuggled close. "Don't you like Ivy?"<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 05:38:49</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br>Imogene stared at the girl, stunned. She wasn't even too concerned with the fact that she seemed to be in different clothes than she had been in when she'd fallen asleep.<br><br><em>This is a dream...</em>she thought in the back of her mind. <em>I'm dreaming...</em><br><br>But when the unnamed girl spoke about the way she looked at Ivy, Imogene blushed a very deep shade of maroon. What about the way she looked at Ivy? Was her affection for the girl that noticeable? Trying to figure out the answer to the mysterious girl's question, she barely noticed when she snuggled up to her in the bed. This was all just too confusing.<br><br>"I...I don't know what you mean..." she finally said, the blush still on her face. "I mean...okay...I have wanted to kiss her before, but does she want to kiss me? For some reason, I'm not so sure."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 05:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2460910#msg2460910">Quote from: Faeylin on 18-11-2009, 05:12:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Aimee Lisle</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian's maid entered the room again, this time holding a pair of crystal glasses. She curtsied upon entering, and quickly strolled across the room to place them, upturned, on the table beside the wine and food. "Pardon me, Misses," she said, her head bowed as she spoke. "I couldn't carry all of it at once. If that's all m'Lady needs, I'll be off now, Miss Lillian." It was the first time Sylria had really ever heard the girl speak so much; her voice was notable for it's submissive and youthful qualities.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Thank you, Aimee.&nbsp; And it isn't a problem.&nbsp; I don't eat much to begin with." I tell her, smiling at her.&nbsp; I glance at Lilian and then ask. "I was curious if you know how to reach the attic or the basement?&nbsp; I would like to explore thme if they are easily accessible.&nbsp; In any case, thank you very much for the food.&nbsp; It is quite good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 06:31:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i34.tinypic.com/10o4t8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dee stumbled over the fields towards Avonleigh searching for anyone at all who might be able to offer her some help. She was exhausted from walking and her dress was moist from the dew in the grass and she didn't know how far she had come. Being a gypsy, or at least having traveled with them she was used to walking long distances but normally she could rest and normally she knew where she was going. <br><br>She moved forward taking labored breaths and in the distance she could have sworn she saw someone standing and watching her, but she wasn't sure of it. Still she made her way to Avonleigh.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 15:42:03</strong>
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				<strong>OOC:</strong> Lady Marie will have spent some proper time in the capitol along with her father and has met her on occasion, but knows her little; she doesn't pick up on as much gossip as other ladies might. She'd be a poorly-known acquaintance. She would certainly know of her family, though, and their general reputation. Is Avonleigh itself well known?<br><br><hr><br>Lady Marie's mind turned over the name for a few seconds before it came to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a quiet sigh - they would likely be far from the protection of any significant group of soldiers. Images of the soldiers fluttered briefly through her mind; there was no hope for anyone if they were attacked, unprepared, by the Falkovnians.<br><br>Her attention quickly snapped toward the fire and then the lone woman heading toward Avonleigh. "That's the direction the soldiers came from..." Anxiety became grim at the thoughts of them coming this way - especially if Lady Marie brought them here.<br><br>And yet, her hand itched at her side...<br><br>Without waiting further, Lady Marie spurred her borrowed mount in the direction of the woman struggling toward Avonleigh. As she approached, she called out to her, "What brings you here with such haste?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 20:34:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i34.tinypic.com/10o4t8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dee grimaced. She hoped that she hadn't upset some vague custom or some such. With her hand still tugging her skirt to keep it above grass level she paused and looked up at the woman riding towards her. "Well to be quite frank about it, I was with a young 'gentlemen' on the country side of Port Lucie and some soldiers barged in and he was killed...so I came here seeking help."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 03:29:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie, Marie, and Deirdre]<br><br>Marie's heart stirred with the apprehension and daring that was knotting tighter around these soldiers. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the recognition in them showed danger and regret.<br><br>"You were lucky to escape..." She came up to the woman on foot, stopping a couple yards away from her and reining in her horse.<br><br>"... but I don't know if help may be found from this estate." Her eyes shifted to make out the servant's progress in following them, if any, before turning back to Deirdre. Settling the horse with her hands, she shifted and dismounted without ceremony, walking up to her with the bridle in hand.<br><br>"Were they Falkovnians?" Lady Marie looked over Deirdre, checking to see if she was wounded or otherwise harried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 22:06:50</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2460995#msg2460995">Quote from: Risa on 18-11-2009, 05:38:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br>...<br>"I...I don't know what you mean..." she finally said, the blush still on her face. "I mean...okay...I have wanted to kiss her before, but does she want to kiss me? For some reason, I'm not so sure."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The little girl giggled at Imogene from beneath the covers. "Growned ups are so silly, you know that? Of course she wants you to. It's kind of obvious, you know. I've seen a lot of people look at each other like that...it always means that they want to kiss, silly."<br><br>The girl's mood slowly began to fade, though, until she let out a heavy sigh. "Mommy and daddy weren't like that, though. I don't know what happened, but they weren't like that at the end. Before, well...I better not say."<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 22:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2461010#msg2461010">Quote from: Myrleena on 18-11-2009, 05:42:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>"Thank you, Aimee.&nbsp; And it isn't a problem.&nbsp; I don't eat much to begin with." I tell her, smiling at her.&nbsp; I glance at Lilian and then ask. "I was curious if you know how to reach the attic or the basement?&nbsp; I would like to explore thme if they are easily accessible.&nbsp; In any case, thank you very much for the food.&nbsp; It is quite good."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Aimee Lisle</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Aimee pursed her lips, and seemed to blush at the direct question. She bowed her head, remembering her place as she replied. "Miss Sylria. I believe the house has both a basement and a kitchen? I don't generally spend much time with the other servants, as I attend to m' Lady's needs directly, but yes...I think there are both?" <br><br>The girl, smiled at Sylria, a bit shy, and said, "I hope that's a good enough answer, Miss Sylria?" Then she nodded to Lillian, and asked, "Will there be anything else, m' Ladies?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 22:24:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2461808#msg2461808">Quote from: resonanteve on 18-11-2009, 15:42:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>OOC:</strong> Lady Marie will have spent some proper time in the capitol along with her father and has met her on occasion, but knows her little; she doesn't pick up on as much gossip as other ladies might. She'd be a poorly-known acquaintance. She would certainly know of her family, though, and their general reputation. Is Avonleigh itself well known?<br><br>...<br><br>And yet, her hand itched at her side...<br><br>Without waiting further, Lady Marie spurred her borrowed mount in the direction of the woman struggling toward Avonleigh. As she approached, she called out to her, "What brings you here with such haste?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br><br>Marie Archambault held up a hand in protest as Lady Marie rode off, starting to say, "Wait...it could be a trap!" Then the noblewoman was too far off to hear her words, and to be quite frank, the servant didn't think she'd be paid much minding to anyway. "Those nobles. If it weren't for the likes of peoples like me, they'd all be dead by now. With their silly parties and stupid hunts...they just ain't got no grounding in the real world!"<br><br>With that, Marie Archambault leaned back against the wall and waited for the two women to return. There was no way in any imaginable hell that she would be the one to bring this news to Lillian Montague directly. "Oh, she's gonna have herself a hissy fit, alright. Nuh-uh. I so ain't gonna be here when that can o' worms is opened." She resolved to finish her apple. Then she'd bring the noble woman to her mistress and let her spill the beans.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Avonleigh has been the subject of some gossip in the past months. Apparently it was the site of a murder-suicide...something about a husband killing his wife and children. You can always roll a Knowledge (local) check to see if she would have heard anything about the house. Make the DC a 10, since it was moderately spoken about. But Avonleigh was newly acquired by the Montague family, and it's doubtful that anyone would have said much about that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 00:57:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2466179#msg2466179">Quote from: Faeylin on 19-11-2009, 22:12:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Aimee Lisle</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Aimee pursed her lips, and seemed to blush at the direct question. She bowed her head, remembering her place as she replied. "Miss Sylria. I believe the house has both a basement and a kitchen? I don't generally spend much time with the other servants, as I attend to m' Lady's needs directly, but yes...I think there are both?" <br><br>The girl, smiled at Sylria, a bit shy, and said, "I hope that's a good enough answer, Miss Sylria?" Then she nodded to Lillian, and asked, "Will there be anything else, m' Ladies?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I nod at her thoughtfully, tapping my foot as I nibble on a cracker and look at her, my eyes somewhat distant.&nbsp; After a moment I ask. "It is, but if you would be willing to ask the others, please?&nbsp; I don't want to bother you if you aren't able to do so right now though, of course.&nbsp; I don't want to interrupt you if there are other things you need to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 01:59:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ashley Browley</span></strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Following Slate, Ashley called, "Wait a moment oh furious lover,"&nbsp; then grinning added, "that's what I will call you, "<span class="bbc_u">Fury</span>, as it suits both your name and the way you make love."&nbsp; Ignoring the look on Slate's face, she went on to state, "What weapon could I yield?&nbsp; I know little of weapondry." she scoffed.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was then that a coldness crept along Ashley's spine, and standing there in the clearing where the Falcovian soldiers fell at Slate's hands, a horrid vision crossed her visage once again; and standing there motionless,&nbsp; a silent scream distorted her features. <br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong> MOVING BACK TO THE MAIN THREAD</strong></span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 02:09:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Once they reached the clearing where the two Falcovnian soldiers fell, Alfreic turned to look contemptuously at Ashley.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fury?&nbsp; That's a terrible name," he hissed as he then approached the mutilated warrior.&nbsp; He knelt beside him and searched his belongings, hoping to find something that Ashley might be able to handle.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mr. Slate will do," he added as he searched. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 02:42:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ashley Browley,</span></strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley came to her senses in time to hear Slate comment on her nickname for him and his disdain for it.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Laughing so hard that she snorted in a most unlady like way Ashley retorted, <strong>"Oh, Fury... but I just can't call you Mr. Slate now, unless of course you want to then please do feel free to call me Viscountess Northwood"</strong> Ashley said in an arched voice.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Kicking daintily at the refuse on the ground, Ashley waited a moment then informed, <strong>"Alfreic, there are more soldiers around don't you think?"</strong>&nbsp; Looking at his face, Ashley's eyes, pupils still dilated, held the full impact of her vision and the sicking fear she was so desperately trying to hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 03:03:47</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl's mood slowly began to fade, though, until she let out a heavy sigh. "Mommy and daddy weren't like that, though. I don't know what happened, but they weren't like that at the end. Before, well...I better not say."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Imogene shook her head, still trying to take in her surroundings. What an odd sort of dream...was it even a dream? She thought of pinching herself, though the unnamed girl's words brought her back to their conversation. For some reason, she felt as though she ought to comfort her, and she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.<br><br>"Can I ask you something...?" she asked softly, looking down at her. She had to smile, younger girls just tugged at her heartstrings so easily. "Where are you from? I mean, what are you doing here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 10:06:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2463804#msg2463804">Quote from: resonanteve on 19-11-2009, 03:29:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie, Marie, and Deirdre]<br><br>Marie's heart stirred with the apprehension and daring that was knotting tighter around these soldiers. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the recognition in them showed danger and regret.<br><br>"You were lucky to escape..." She came up to the woman on foot, stopping a couple yards away from her and reining in her horse.<br><br>"... but I don't know if help may be found from this estate." Her eyes shifted to make out the servant's progress in following them, if any, before turning back to Deirdre. Settling the horse with her hands, she shifted and dismounted without ceremony, walking up to her with the bridle in hand.<br><br>"Were they Falkovnians?" Lady Marie looked over Deirdre, checking to see if she was wounded or otherwise harried.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i34.tinypic.com/10o4t8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dee took the glances of Marie as slightly odd. She examined her back and finally came to say, "Who they were?" she asked. She was uninjured and appeared only slightly shaken up. <br><br>"I don't need an army or force to go back, just somewhere to conceal myself for the time being, if soldiers will come and hunt people down like that then no one's safe, right?" she asked. Even now Dee was returning to her regular self, looking Marie over in an investigative manner. "What do you think this could be about?"&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 05:24:26</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie, Marie, and Deirdre]<br><br>Lady Marie seemed relieved that the woman wasn't wounded, her eyes returning to Deirdre's.<br><br>"Soldiers pillaging and looting... or worse." She beckoned to her. "Come with us to the Lady Lillian's estate." Her eyes steeled a little, reflecting on the fate of her most recent companion. "I'll secure your safety. What is your name, lady...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 10:20:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2466692#msg2466692">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-11-2009, 00:57:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I nod at her thoughtfully, tapping my foot as I nibble on a cracker and look at her, my eyes somewhat distant.&nbsp; After a moment I ask. "It is, but if you would be willing to ask the others, please?&nbsp; I don't want to bother you if you aren't able to do so right now though, of course.&nbsp; I don't want to interrupt you if there are other things you need to do."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian frowned at the exchange between Aimee and Sylria. "Go now, Aimee, and find out about what Miss Sylria asked, you silly girl." Then turning to her friend, she added, "She really doesn't have anything better to do, Sylria. You mustn't speak to the servants that way. It makes them testy, and leads to servants who don't remember their places."<br><br>Aimee simply smiled and nodded her head. "Yes Miss Lillian, as you wish m'Lady." She walked partway out of the room, before she spun around. "Oh, there was a note, Miss Lillian! In your bedroom? On the floor? It seemed kind of old and fragile, so I put it on your bed, Miss. I just thought you should know." Then the girl departed.<br><br>Lillian nodded, her face awash in curiosity. "Who would write me a note here, in this place?" she pondered out loud.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 10:31:03</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2467096#msg2467096">Quote from: Risa on 20-11-2009, 03:03:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br>"Can I ask you something...?" she asked softly, looking down at her. She had to smile, younger girls just tugged at her heartstrings so easily. "Where are you from? I mean, what are you doing here?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl smiled as Imogene's arm slipped around her. "You're like mama, you know. Very sweet and caring. I could see that from the moment you arrived." The brown-hair girl closed her eyes for a moment, as if resting in Imogene's arms. "And from? I've always been here, silly...for a long, long time. It would make much more sense for me to ask where you came from. I can't remember what anything looks like, outside of Avonleigh. Papa gets very angry with me when I try to leave."<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 10:34:58</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2467013#msg2467013">Quote from: Chelemar on 20-11-2009, 02:42:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ashley Browley,</span></strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br>&nbsp; <br>Kicking daintily at the refuse on the ground, Ashley waited a moment then informed, <strong>"Alfreic, there are more soldiers around don't you think?"</strong>&nbsp; Looking at his face, Ashley's eyes, pupils still dilated, held the full impact of her vision and the sicking fear she was so desperately trying to hide.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alfreic and Lady Ashley can both hear gun shots in the distance. Perception checks (DC 17) will reveal the general direction of the shots (which is to the the NE).<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 19:57:02</strong>
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				Lifting her head Ashley goes quiet and still.&nbsp; Listening intently, she hears the sound again.&nbsp; <strong>"Did you hear that Fury?"</strong>&nbsp; She tugged at Slate's hand as she whispered. <strong> "Multiple gunshots, and I don't think they are from the hunting party either."</strong>&nbsp; Ashley's face went white as she bit down upon her lip.<br>&nbsp;<br>Pointing to the North East she added, <strong>"From over there."</strong>&nbsp; She hissed softly. <strong> "Isn't that towards Avonleigh?"</strong> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br><em>Rolled for preception check rolled first time 12&nbsp; 2 for racial modifier, 14 fail<br>&nbsp;<br>rolled save :&nbsp; rolled 17&nbsp; &nbsp;2&nbsp; for being human, total of 19 success in direction.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Oh, I hope I did that right.<br>&nbsp;<br>added 3 to the roll for wisdom, and then 2 for racial modifier
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 17:28:24</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>&nbsp;"Accursed draconian weapons," Mr. Slate snarled as he uncharacteristically squeezed Ashley's hand in an effort to subdue her fear.&nbsp; However, to him, the resonance of the guns seemed to him to emerge from all around him, and Mr. Slate could not discern things the same as Ashley due to his time spent on the front lines.&nbsp; However, Avonleigh sounded just as good a direction as any.&nbsp; He wished very much to have been on his horse, however;&nbsp; and he now found himself hoping that Hornet would be fine.<br><br>&nbsp;"It is as good a direction as any," he said finally, walking northeast with dreadful patience towards Avonleigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Should there be any more soldiers, I would be more than happy to extend them the host's reprisal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 18:10:05</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And from? I've always been here, silly...for a long, long time. It would make much more sense for me to ask where you came from. I can't remember what anything looks like, outside of Avonleigh. Papa gets very angry with me when I try to leave."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Imogene was still trying to figure out what was going on, and she shook her head in confusion. Then she thought, perhaps it would be better if she tried not to make sense of it, because all the thinking was just making her become more confused. She placed a hand to her forehead, and for some reason, the laughter she had heard when she'd been in this very room with Ashley, days ago...and the face she'd seen in the tub...came back to her memory all of a sudden.<br><br>"I see..." Imogene said quietly, as she continued to hold the girl in her arms. She seemed quite smart for her age, and Imogene felt ashamed with herself for not displaying her true feelings for Ivy more than she had been, taking action with them. She'd just been so hesitant. Ivy was an innocent, naive girl, and Imogene did not want to ruin that. But her mind was made up at last.<br><br>"When you say you've been here the whole time..." she asked carefully, staring down into the little girl's green eyes. "What do you mean? The only little girl that traveled here with us is Emily Laroche...and I've never seen you around Avonleigh..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 20:40:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i34.tinypic.com/10o4t8l.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dee nodded, "I suppose that I can trust to follow you for now," she smiled slightly, "Did you say estate?" There was a short pause to try and resolve something in her mind it seemed. "May I ask if this is actually your estate or someone else's? It could be in danger."&nbsp; </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 01:45:09</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2477822#msg2477822">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 23-11-2009, 17:28:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"It is as good a direction as any," he said finally, walking northeast with dreadful patience towards Avonleigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Should there be any more soldiers, I would be more than happy to extend them the host's reprisal."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The pair walked through the trees, making their way towards the source of the sound. The trees were heavy and thick and the sunlight sparing. Every now and again, there was life in the forest. A deer jumped, startled at one point. At another point, the pair crossed a beautiful meadow covered in yellow flowers. The forests of Dementlieu were always lovely in the spring.<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> The sound comes from the NE, but that is not the direction in which Avonleigh lies. The shots are from the hunting party's encounter with the White Wolf. While Alfreic and Ashley won't likely be able to make it in time for the fight, they can head that way if they wish to. We'll bend the rules of space and time. If the encounter is still going on at five rounds, they can enter into the fray. Feel free to RP the walk there, and I'll happily throw in more detail for you as you travel. Or, I might throw something else your way, instead. We'll see.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 05:24:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ashley</strong> in the woods with Mr. Slate</span><br><br></span><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Ashley, looking confused for a moment, turned away from the direction they were heading and tugging on Slate's hand, encouraged, "this way."&nbsp; Blushing at her confusion in direction, she explained, "I am sorry, I got turned around in my head and the noise is coming from this direction," she pointed through a small break through the heavenly scented blooms of two apple trees.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Thinking a moment, she added, "It could be the hunting party, but what such a volley of shots would mean, I don't know."</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Her face had smoothed somewhat and the fear banked, become more of a lurker in her eyes since Slate had taken hold of her hand. With her free hand, she held tightly to the dagger they had pulled off the dead soldier, and hoped what she would not have cause to use it.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Moving closer to Slate, she looked up at him, and giving him a small smile nodded and said, "I am ready, shall we go see the cause of the noise?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 14:49:59</strong>
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				<br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Mr. Slate would have preferred to have had his way with Ashley.&nbsp; He would have preferred to place her against a tree and plow into her with all the abandon of a runaway carriage.&nbsp; He had been annoyed that their momentary peace had been disturbed by an orgasm and now, by the sounds of hand cannons.<br><br>So with a cool, almost chilling, tone, Mr. Slate said in response to Ashley, &nbsp;"Yes, lets."<br><br>Mr. Slate was not a foreigner to the woods, and as such, he did not behave like a tourist.&nbsp; He found no beauty in the springing deer, no solace in the pacifying meadow.&nbsp; To him, the deer was an animal like himself, the meadow a place to lie once one is dead.&nbsp; Though he loathed it, he was preparing himself to maim, and that meant that he was beginning to move faster.&nbsp; He wanted to satisfy his blood lust, but he couldn't find it within himself to use Ashley for that purpose.<br><br>&nbsp;"A hunting party sounds right," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That means that you ought to keep your head low.&nbsp; We might be walking into their blind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:38:35</strong>
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				"Yes, lets."&nbsp; Mr. Slate's cool response might cow others, but didn't Ashley.<br>&nbsp;<br>Giving Slate a mock scowl Ashley cocked her right eyebrow at him, "Fury, sarcasm doesn't become you."&nbsp; Then grinning, lifted his beefy hand to her lips and kissed his battle scored knuckles.&nbsp; "What am I going to do with you?"&nbsp; She muttered more to herself than him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Jogging to keep up with his pace she did wonder why they were not riding, but hadn't seen the horses in awhile.&nbsp; Maybe Mr. Slate knew more of where they were or rather weren't than she had noticed.&nbsp; Blushing to herself, she had been way too focused on what he was doing to her and making her fail to notice anything beyond him. <br>&nbsp;<br>She was sure they were getting closer to where the shots originated.&nbsp; Keeping her head low as Slate had warned, she felt like a skulker making her way through the verdant underbrush and spring foliage.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Fury... do you see anything?"&nbsp; She questioned in a voice that was more stage whisper than anything else.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 06:30:15</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2477936#msg2477936">Quote from: Risa on 23-11-2009, 18:10:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"When you say you've been here the whole time..." she asked carefully, staring down into the little girl's green eyes. "What do you mean? The only little girl that traveled here with us is Emily Laroche...and I've never seen you around Avonleigh..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The girl in Imogene's arms turned a bit, so that her face was hidden. She seemed to shrink under Imogene's arm, her body growing thinner, until she was just skin stretched over bones. "I...I," she started to cry now. It was as if something Imogene had said deeply upset the girl. "I'm not supposed to talk about..."<br><br>BOOM. The sound was heavy and massive on the door to the room. The girl jerked in bed, startled. "Oh no, he's coming," she shrieked. "But I didn't...I didn't say! Please, no!"<br><br>There was more pounding at the door, as if someone were thundering against it with a battering ram. A man's voice came from the other side of it. "Open this door right now! What are you two girls doing in there?" He sounded mean and malicious, and he was slamming against the door so hard now that it was buckling on it's hinges.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 06:36:14</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2482324#msg2482324">Quote from: Chelemar on 24-11-2009, 22:38:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, lets."&nbsp; Mr. Slate's cool response might cow others, but didn't Ashley.<br>...<br>"Fury... do you see anything?"&nbsp; She questioned in a voice that was more stage whisper than anything else.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It would be nice to get everyone together again, into smaller groups, so Alfreic and Ashley are close to the hunters and the white wolf. Assume that they can reach the clearing in a single round. Feel free to post RP posts here if you'd like, and then move immediately to Private Thread #4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52442.msg2436603#msg2436603). Roll initiative and declare you actions for whatever round we happen to be in.<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 06:50:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2478399#msg2478399">Quote from: Odin on 23-11-2009, 20:40:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Deirdre Marie VaDoma<br><br>Dee nodded, "I suppose that I can trust to follow you for now," she smiled slightly, "Did you say estate?" There was a short pause to try and resolve something in her mind it seemed. "May I ask if this is actually your estate or someone else's? It could be in danger."&nbsp; [/font]<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br><br>"What have they got to talk 'bout, hmm?" said Marie Archambault, halfway through her apple now. She had absolutely no intention of walking out to the two women, but she was nosy nonetheless. Far off, on the horizon, the plume of smoke grew thicker and more intense. "Great, now we'll have soldiers on our doorstep by nightfall. I sure do hope them men get back here soon, or we're going to be in for some real trouble." No sooner had she spoken the words, then tiny ants appeared way off, on the horizon.<br><br>Five. Eight. Over a dozen of them finally appeared, minuscule in the distance, but there nevertheless. "I think we better be gettin' inside!" she called out loudly, waving her arms. "Come on, we need to let miss Lillian know. Maybe we can the load the carriages and get out of 'ere before they arrive!" She turned, and began to walk towards Avonleigh Manor with haste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 14:52:04</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu,</strong> kitchens and then the front hall.<br><br>Emerging again from the dark storeroom, Kat looked around to see if the serving girl was still here - she adjusted her sore arm and put some effort into her smile, hiding her annoyance and frustration. Behind her, her maid Marie supported Lady Justine.<br><br>"You, girl, help my maid bring Lady Justine to her bed," Kat tried for a sweet voice, and turned the strained smile on the girl. "And then fetch someone who knows a little doctoring - the poor lady has, I fear, succumbed to a spider-bite on our explorations."<br><br>Kat herself considered following, but that would doubtless be dreary - and it would be far more interesting to find the rest of the guests and try to make the most of what remained of the day. Doubtless some scandal would attach to her and Justine's absence together, and the other's following incapacitation; there might be fun in playing to that. Muttering under her breath, she exerted her will again, passing her hands over her clothes and leaving them clean of the cellar's dust and cobwebs, before leaving the room and searching for her fellows to spread the joy of her presence amongst them again. As she entered the front hall, she thought she might hear voices from outside the house, and went forward to see who it might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 01:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/9404/thomasmadie.jpg)</div><strong>Maddie Thomas</strong>, Storeroom [Maddie, Katrina, Justine]<br><br>There were tears on the servant girl's face as they moved into the light, from the dark store room below. She was upset and confused, but always obedient. Maddie had been put into Lady Katrina's service when she was still in her early teens, and the many years since had firmly taught the girl her place. "Yes Madam," she said, as she helped to move Justine. The tall woman's weight was a heavy burden, but the noblewoman seemed half-awake; enough so that she helped in the process of moving her.<br><br>Maddie left her mistress at the stairs leading up to the second floor of Avonleigh. One of the other servants, a pretty blonde thing, rushed forward to help Maddie and Justine navigate the stairs. Then they were out of sight, and out of mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Risa</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 01:40:45</strong>
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				<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br><br>The older girl blinked a bit, looking down at the little girl, who seemed to be growing smaller and smaller. Imogene had to keep herself from throwing up as she noticed what she had become, and had now completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a dream. She looked around, panic-stricken, and was just thinking what she should do for the girl, and all of a sudden, she nearly fell out of bed as a loud bang sounded through the room.<br><br>It didn't matter what the girl looked like, Imogene still wanted to protect her, and so she flung herself out of bed, searching for something she could use to defend herself. The only thing she could really find was a bucket, yet she grabbed it anyway, and held her arm back, ready to throw it at the man's head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:35:41</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Deirdre]<br><br>Lady Marie eyed Deidre confidently and gestured for her to follow as she drew back to her mount and climbed back on top.<br><br>Settled, she looked down at the woman and turned. "No - it belongs to a lady Lillian." Her eyes swept to the horizon and the smoke gathering ominously in the distance.<br><br>"We'd best make haste, then."<br><br>Lady Marie nudged her mount in motion to move back toward the servant woman at a slow pace, wanting to keep stride with Deirdre, her glance drawing in her surroundings in a very forthright manner.<br><br>"How many are at the estate?" she asked of Marie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 06:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2473952#msg2473952">Quote from: Faeylin on 22-11-2009, 10:20:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>Lillian frowned at the exchange between Aimee and Sylria. "Go now, Aimee, and find out about what Miss Sylria asked, you silly girl." Then turning to her friend, she added, "She really doesn't have anything better to do, Sylria. You mustn't speak to the servants that way. It makes them testy, and leads to servants who don't remember their places."<br><br>Aimee simply smiled and nodded her head. "Yes Miss Lillian, as you wish m'Lady." She walked partway out of the room, before she spun around. "Oh, there was a note, Miss Lillian! In your bedroom? On the floor? It seemed kind of old and fragile, so I put it on your bed, Miss. I just thought you should know." Then the girl departed.<br><br>Lillian nodded, her face awash in curiosity. "Who would write me a note here, in this place?" she pondered out loud.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br><br>I shake my head a little at the words smiling a little. "I understand, to a degree, Lady Lillian, but I...drat it, I hate these half memories.&nbsp; I'm fairly certain I was raised to be polite to anyone, regardless of station.&nbsp; Besides, wouldn't it be better to have a happy servant, than one who was constantly worried about what you might do to them?&nbsp; But no mind."<br><br>I ponder things for a moment, and then shrug at her question. "I certainly do not know.&nbsp; But might we find out just what the note is about?&nbsp; It would be quick enough, all things considered."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:09:21</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2486034#msg2486034">Quote from: Risa on 26-11-2009, 01:40:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, ?]<br>...<br>It didn't matter what the girl looked like, Imogene still wanted to protect her, and so she flung herself out of bed, searching for something she could use to defend herself. The only thing she could really find was a bucket, yet she grabbed it anyway, and held her arm back, ready to throw it at the man's head.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The door slammed open, and a large and ominous figure entered the room. It advanced on Imogene, full of rage. It was a man, that much Imogene could make out, but he was so tall; easily ten feet or higher, and all of his features seemed to asborb, rather than reflect light. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you! Trying to sully my daughter with your talk of boys. Trying to ruin her innocence by turning her against me." He roared, the sound bestial. "I'm going to show you what happens to women who don't mind their places!"<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> I'm going to turn this into a combat, because it sounds fun to let Imogene make a couple rolls. Give me a tiny bit of time to open a new thread!<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2486968#msg2486968">Quote from: resonanteve on 26-11-2009, 07:35:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Deirdre]<br>...<br>Lady Marie nudged her mount in motion to move back toward the servant woman at a slow pace, wanting to keep stride with Deirdre, her glance drawing in her surroundings in a very forthright manner.<br><br>"How many are at the estate?" she asked of Marie.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Marie Archambault looked Dee up and down as the pair of women, one mounted and one walking, approached the estate. Marie had an amused smiled on her face as she regarded the red-headed commoner. "Nice to meet you, miss," she said to the newcomer, and then she nodded to Lady Marie. "There are maybe thirty souls stayin' at Avonleigh at the moment, Ma'am. But if there are soldiers on the way, I think we ought to go and speak with Miss Lillian about it, don't ya think?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 19:19:05</strong>
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				<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, exiting to the Front Lawn of Avonleigh<br><br>Wondering if anyone's outside taking the air, Kat crossed the threshold - the hunt shouldn't be back yet, and most of the interesting folk were going on it, so she didn't really know where to look for her peers. Perhaps some would be taking the sun out here, on the pretty lawns of the estate? If not, she would search the house - surely some of the ladies would still be present.<br><br>She looked around, to see who she could see...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 21:37:18</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Lady Marie nodded to the servant woman. "There is no time to spare - I have little doubt they are already on their way." Her face was far more grave than Marie's, her eyes carrying a far-off look for a moment as she recalled her treasured companion.<br><br>"How many here could fight?" Her eyes focused on Marie, assuming an air of command and nobility that made her giddy inside as she heard the words in her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 05:26:21</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2491991#msg2491991">Quote from: Faeylin on 28-11-2009, 06:09:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>OOC:</strong> I'm going to turn this into a combat, because it sounds fun to let Imogene make a couple rolls. Give me a tiny bit of time to open a new thread!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The shadowy man advanced on Imogene's much smaller form, and tried to grab her. Though she was small and quick, he managed to corner her against the bed. His massive arms spread out wide, and he easily snatched her up. "I'll show you what happens to bad little girls," he roared, his arms closing in around her small form; it would be very hard to get away from him now. "Turn my daughter against me, will you!" he yelled.<br><br>Still on the bed, the thin, bone-stretched-over-skin girl begged and pleaded. "Papa, please! No, don't hurt Monique! She wasn't...saying anything bad, I promise, Papa!"<br><br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> This is only a semi-combat situation. It doesn't make sense to make it more complicated, and I'd like to keep the story a bit more public, because there's plot information in the upcoming scenes. So, we'll kind of improv it. I'll go, you go, and so on.<br><br>The rules for Grappling can be found here. (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering---final/combat---final#TOC-Grapple)<br><br>The definition for CMB (Combat Maneuver Bonus) can be found here. (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering---final/combat---final#TOC-Combat-Maneuver-Bonus)<br><br>The definition for CMD (Combat Maneuver Defense) can be found here. (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering---final/combat---final#TOC-Combat-Maneuver-Defense)<br><br>The shadow man is attempting to grapple Imogene, and he goes first this round. He has a CMB of +9, and a CMD of 19. He makes an attempt to grapple Imogene. Her CMB is +3 and her CMD is 14. He rolled a 28 (19 Dice + 9 CMB), so he has grabbed Imogene. She can try to beat him with her bucket, or she can try to break free. Whatever she does, she only gets one action each round (or turn, in this case). So go ahead and reply with what you'd like to do (and I can help you figure out what to roll) and we'll continue from there!<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 05:35:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2496766#msg2496766">Quote from: resonanteve on 29-11-2009, 21:37:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br>...<br>"How many here could fight?" Her eyes focused on Marie, assuming an air of command and nobility that made her giddy inside as she heard the words in her ears.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>"Well come on, Miss Marie! We ain't got all day if them soldiers is coming, now do we?" She was starting to like this noble woman. The men were capable alright, but she didn't trust any of their gender. Not really. And all of the lady folk on the trip had seemed very silly to good old Marie Archambault. But this new arrival...she had spunk! "Let's see if we can't find Miss Lillian, and get some preparation made. It may be that a bad winter's a' comin,' but we can at least prepare for it, if you catch my meanin.'" <br><br>The three woman headed for Avonleigh manor, and midway there, they found Lady Katrina. She was casually strolling outside, her pace a sharp contrast to that of the other women. "Soldiers! We've got more soldiers coming, Miss Katrina. Probably best to get inside and warn Miss Lily, don't you think?" Marie Archambault cracked just a hint of a smile as she tried to tell the noblewoman what to do. There was a certain charm in telling these fancy women what was best for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/657nuv.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Of course Dee followed them the first girl back to toward the house, she introduced herself to them with a slight curtsy like bow in which she tilted her head slightly forward. It was a performers bow, or at least the bow of someone whom had done a bit of preforming. The prospect of more soldiers worried her though and she wandered if there would be more fighting to be had, she had just escaped all of that and could still feel the soreness from it and from the long trek. She was exhausted.<br><br>When Miss Katrina came out Dee listened intently to what was occurring before answering herself, after a moment she asked, "Who is this Lily you're talking about and why are we telling her?" she puased, "I hope that you've got a sizable force of fighters because what's here isn't going to be worth much against those numbers otherwise."</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:47:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>"Soldiers?" Kat's eyes opened a little wider in alarm and surprise at that. An otherwise pleasant stroll in the gardens interrupted by such news was enough to, for a moment, crack her composure, before she fell into step with the others. "That is certainly unwelcome news. What news do you have of them?"<br><br>She fell in beside the others, hurrying back towards the house, and regaining her composure. She turned her smile on the newcomer and made an effort to appear calm, though she was masking a good deal of fear herself at this news. She returned her introduction, making sure to dwell a little on the title and family name, to see how the girl reacted, before continuing with a confident smile.<br><br>"'Lily' is my friend Lady Lillian Montague, and it is her families lands that we are on. If soldiers wish to make trouble here, it is her house that will answer them, and between us, our families' names are formidable as any number of men at arms. And at the moment, being as we are on her house's lands, it is for her to decide what to do. So she must know all there is to know, if she is to make a fair judgement of what is to be done."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 10:49:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/657nuv.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dee folded her arms and paced up and down in front of the group, her hand went to her forehead a moment later and she sighed heavily. "This is...well this is just a predicament. I think we'd all be wise to leave, I don't have an exact number on who's coming or any kind of idea what they're armed like. I can't be arsed to go dying for a piece of land like this out here...almost lost me head in a scuffle with these brutes once before." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 14:13:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau,</strong> Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>A raised eyebrow greeted that statement.<br><br>"So? You would have us flee this place, the land of a friend, on your word alone?" Kat smiled a little to soften that. "Whose soldiers are they, and how many? If it is two, in the employ of a neighbouring lord, then we are quite safe. If a company of Falkovians approach, I am inclined to agree that leaving may be best - so long as we can do so safely. You must, my sweet, tell me more. Or rather, Lady Lillian will wish to know more I am sure."<br><br>The hurried walk brought them back to the house swiftly while they spoke, and as they approached the doors, Kat continued with a sideways glance at the disreputable young lady.<br><br>"And no one has yet asked you to die for this land - you are no soldier to be pressed to defend us, after all. Unless your disguise is very good indeed!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 13:08:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>"Oh, stop with all the chitter chatter already, will ya? I'm getting a bit worried over these soldiers. Stupid Falkovnians. I don't know why they don't just give up. It's not like we don't repel them every time they try to cross over the Musarde." Marie Archambault griped and groaned as they entered the house, and made their way collectively up two long and straight stairways. The group was on the second floor of Avonleigh now, and the hallway was lined with stone statues and paintings and other works of culture. "Stupid Falkovnians!" she reiterated, as she opened a pair of wide, double doors that led into the library. "Miss Lillian, we have a pair of new arrivals to the estate, we do. And they have some news I really do think you aught to hear!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 13:48:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2489138#msg2489138">Quote from: Myrleena on 27-11-2009, 06:33:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br>...<br>I ponder things for a moment, and then shrug at her question. "I certainly do not know.&nbsp; But might we find out just what the note is about?&nbsp; It would be quick enough, all things considered."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>"I'm sure your memories will come back, my dear...and until then I promise to help you get accustomed to our society, so that you fit in." Lillian finished nibbling on a piece of sweet cake, and began to speak again. "As far as the note goes, it definitely sounds curious! We should see who it's from as soon..." The doors to the library opened again, interrupting Lillian Montague. She was about to lash out at Aime, but she saw that someone else had disturbed them. <br><br>Marie Archambault spoke, "Miss Lillian, we have a pair of new arrivals to the estate, we do. And they have some news I really do think you aught to hear!"<br><br>Putting on a charming smile, Lady Lillian stepped forward. "Hello? Who has to come to a manor of the Montagues? I promise you'll find that I am a very charming and gracious hostess. Please, introduce yourselves!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 16:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>I shrug, smiling a little at Lillian.&nbsp; I didn't think my memories were going to cooperate and come back, but as I open my mouth to reply, the door opens and the new individuals come in.&nbsp; I glance over and raise an eyebrow, setting the bit of food that I had been nibbling on down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:20:41</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Lady Marie regarded the conversation between the women with a slight bit of annoyance; this new 'Kat' seemed to have little grasp on the reality of the situation. She felt more empathy for the peasant woman that had escaped the soldiers - how great was her loss, now?<br><br>Dismounting from her taken mount, she gave the Lady Kat a stern expression. "I hope Lady Lillian considers these events carefully; the Falkovnians have no remorse for what they do here."<br><br>Not wanting to relinquish her father's gift, Lady Marie kept the sheathed sword on her, carefully tucked into her dress from its belt. Etiquette may have warned her away from it, but the fierceness growing in her bade her to do no such thing - not now, with the possibility of death mere hours away.<br><br>Sweeping up the stairs with the other ladies, recognition flickered in eyes at the sight of Lady Lillian; Lady Marie tensed slightly, knowing that she likely would not take this as seriously as it should be. Bowing graciously before the Lady, Marie stepped forward, holding herself up nobly.<br><br>"Lady Marie d'Astineau." Her eyes and tongue waited for the others before she continued, but it was clear she had more to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cythieus</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 09:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2z4bvgn.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><strong>Library of Avonleigh</strong> [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Deirdre was reluctant to introduce herself at first, after having been chased there in such a haste and shuttled into the house she felt that things were moving a little fast. Still she took hold of her dress at the hips and gave a short, half bow and as she cam back to her full height said, "I'm Deirdre Marie VaDoma." Her tone was dry and she actively surveyed the room "If you've repelled these men before I guess there is little to worry about...it seems there's a small army just gathering in this room as we speak."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 13:55:38</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Kat, </strong>Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambaul t, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Kat was considerably more concerned by the time the group reached the library - Falkovians were a considerably greater concern than she had anticipated, and depite the girl's comments, they did not have an army. Doubtless the gentlemen would wnt to show their martial prowess defending the ladies, but there were few of them to be seen, so they were left in the hands of servants and themselves. <br><br>On the other hand, surely a group of nobles could handle some peasant soldiers well enough if need be? She comforted herself with that thought, and hid her worries again. <br><br>"Alas, it seems the Falkovians are on their way again, Lady Lilian," she said. "We should consider the defense of your estate, or leaving it in haste. We are not, I fear, well equiped for a battle at present"<br><br>Her eyes shot to the elf andshe smiled a sharp little grin. "Though, if they are still seeking your recently discovered relation here, it may be difficult to escape their attentions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 16:57:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Lady Marie's eyes moved from Lady Kat to Lillian Montague, her face losing nothing of its seriousness. "The Falkovnians have already murdered and pillaged much on their way." She glanced at Deirdre meaningfully before continuing.<br><br>"I was waylaid and nearly taken myself by the soldiers." Her heart still ached with the desire to wreak vengeance - or justice - on those who had killed dear d'Angelo. "There were at least a dozen, and undoubtedly more. They will show no mercy or care for our family names when they arrive here."<br><br>Her hand tensed at her side; she much preferred to stay and fight the Falkovnians, but she had no idea if she could rely on those few who were here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:58:29</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Kat</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambaul t, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br><em>Well</em>, she thought to herself, <em>at least that's some of my questions answered</em>.<br><br>Kat knew she was silly to be annoyed, but it had irked her that her questions about the origins and numbers of the 'soldiers' had been cavalierly ignored earlier. And focusing on that was far better than worrying about the dangers being revealed. At least a dozen, probably more - that was bad, given the number of those present fit to fight. And running would be awkward at best, particularly given the number of people still out of the house on the hunt...<br><br>"My dear lady," Kat commented smoothly, hiding her fear behind a little dig at the newcomer. "I would expect they would show a care for some of our names, at least in as much as <em>some</em> of us are valuable for ransoms. I have no desire to put my theory to the test, however, and no intention of being taken by these brutes!"<br><br>She turned to Lady Lillian, deferring to the hostess. "This is your family's house and lands, my dear friend - what do you say? Is it our duty to withdraw swiftly, and protect ourselves for our families' sakes - or to try to defend these lands and ourselves here, though we are not soldiers to fight these invaders? I confess I do not know what course to council."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 08:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Lillian smiled as each woman introduced herself, but she refrained from talking right away. Instead she listened to them speak in turn, trying to gauge the nature of each. The news of the Falkovnian soldiers did take her by surprise, and she was filled with momentary worry; but Lillian wasn't quite ready to consider them a threat just yet.<br><br>"Ladies," she said once, and then added, "Ladies, please," in a firmer voice. "These soldiers? It doesn't sound like there are that many, and we have several guards, and a half-dozen very capable men staying with us. If the soldiers do come, I can't imagine we'll be terribly outmatched by them." That there were more Falkovnians on this side of the Musarde river worried Lillian greatly, but she wasn't ready to spoil her plans just yet...not until it looked absolutely necessary.<br><br>Lillian turned to Sylria for a moment, and then looked back at the throng of women. "My name is Lilian Montague. Welcome Marie. Your family name precedes you, and I think we've met before in Port -a-Lucine. And hello to you as well, Dee. Unfortunately I haven't heard much of your family or their holdings, but I'm sure they own something quaint...somewhere."<br><br>The young brunette woman sighed. "In any case, I assure that we really are safe here. I wouldn't worry about the soldiers or anything else while we're staying at Avonleigh. In fact, this is more or less a respite for many of us from the social games of the capital. We were actually talking about having a seance." She smiled a bit, completely dismissing the news of the soldiers now. "Sylria and I think there may be a ghost at Avonleigh, and it would be quite fun to try to communicate with it. The two of you could stay with us, until we head back in five days time."<br><br>The eldest of the Montague sisters noted that there was still concern in those around her. "Alright, how about if we send one of the guards off to fetch help from the closest militia, while we hole up here? Does that set the lot of you at ease?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 15:26:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Marie regarded the nettle from Lady Kat with brusk contempt in her eyes for her naivete and where it would lead her. She knew many tales of the wickedness of such ruthless men and would never willingly grant them to any manner of control over her.<br><br>"I would hasten to draw back those who can fight, Lillian. The smoke south of here attests to how easily they will burn the grounds if there is no one to stop them."<br><br>Her eyes did not relent in their seriousness, as Marie thought of the soldiers impeding her return to her ailing father, the thought clutching her viciously. She did not want to risk overt rudeness, but Lillian simply did not grasp the imminent danger.<br><br>"We should protect the estate now and hold off on entertainment until the 'able-bodied' men," here a slight thinness came to her voice, "have been fetched and returned. The Falkovnians are mounted and could be here long before the militia arrives."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 05:09:36</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>I ponder a little, watching the others in some concern.&nbsp; This...this explanation of Falcovian soldiers so close was upsetting, and I shiver at the thought of what they might do to me, given what had happened before.&nbsp; If the same group caught me, I doubted that they would be gentle.&nbsp; I sigh and shake my head, shrugging and speaking softly. "Lillian, I think it best that we make certain that everyone is well defended, as I doubt that the soldiers will be kind enough to wait until the militia arrives.&nbsp; Unless, of course, we manage to make them think that we have more soldiers than they while waiting for our own reinforcements.&nbsp; That <em>might</em> make them hesitant enough to let the troops reach us.&nbsp; But honestly...I don't know.&nbsp; Given that they were chasing me yesterday, I doubt that they would find anything I say convincing, even if they let me speak.&nbsp; In fact...I think it might be a good idea to see if there might be a bolthole in the basement or such, should things come to the worst."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 04:59:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>The Falkovnians were a brutal, brutish people. In their homeland, they lived in huts constructed from straw and mud. Each citizen was branded on the forehead at birth with the mark of a two-headed hawk; it was the symbol of their ruler. All but the soldiers of the land were treated as cattle. In truth, even the Montague name would mean little before them.<br><br>"Well, I don't think its wise to leave Avonleigh without Marcus present, at the very least. He's the captain of my family's guard, and a very experienced soldier. He would know what was best. We'll send the blacksmith...Sebastien was it? We'll send him to look for the hunting party, and see what firearms we have available to us until they arrive. Does that set you all a bit more at ease? I really think we should be safe here. And if there's trouble, I'm sure the militia will stir quickly once they hear that a Montague estate is threatened."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 15:47:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Marie still wasn't satisfied with the manner of her the Lady, but she had no reason to impose more and risk insulting her... for now. She nodded to Lillian. "Tell them to make haste."<br><br>She sighed inwardly, her thoughts again returning to her sick father. He had spent so much time in the past few years confined to the estate, unable to venture forth and experience society at large as much as he used to. He couldn't ride or train with Marie, either, after his breathing took on its difficulties and made him weak. The Falkovnians would pay for all the hurt they would do.<br><br>"Until they can be dealt with, it would be safer for everyone to remain here..." she glanced between those in the room, lingering particularly on Dee, her words feeling more painful to herself than anyone else. "Thank you for your hospitality, Lillian."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 18:04:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Kat</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambaul t, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>"I agree, Lillian," Kat nodded at her friend. "We can hardly leave without the others, it would be inexcusable. And Marcus is here to look after us all; he will be able to advise you on how best to proceed."<br><br>"And if we are to wait, then you too are right, Lady Marie. We should stay close until Marcus returns and a plan is formed."<br><br>Kat felt relieved at the fact that a plan was forming; her own earlier adventures had left her feeling a little fragile, but now she was back amongst her peers and settling again. If the Falkovians came, well, that would be bad, but Lillian was quite right - the militia would make haste to defend this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 12:08:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Lillian nodded, and gave a curt smile. "Well, I'm glad that is settled then. Aimee? Where are you, girl?" called the brunette woman. From just beyond the doorway, a very pleasant-looking servant appeared.<br><br>"Yes, Miss Lillian?" she asked, her voice soft and meek; even more so in the company of so many.<br><br>"Head down and find Sebastian Archambault. Tell him that he is to ride out and find the hunting party at once, and to ensure that they make it back to the manor in all haste." Lillian noted the confusion in Aimee's eyes, and so she reiterated, "The smith, you silly thing. Go and fetch the smith, and send him off please." Aimee turned to leave, but Lillian Montague added more. "Have his sister take an inventory of the firearms on the grounds as well, and send one of the other male servants off to fetch the local militia. Do make sure that my name is mentioned to them; it will ensure that they move as quickly as possible."<br><br>"Yes, Miss Lillian," said the girl, nodding her head and curtsying. She left the room swiftly, but her every movement, from retreating to the door, and then closing it behind her, was filled with a fluid grace.<br><br>Now that the business was taken care of, she turned to her new guests. "We can ignore all of that business for now. I promise you are safe here. I give you the Montague word on it. No soldiers from Falkovnia will harm you here." Flashing the newcomers with a daring smile, she changed the subject. "But I cannot promise you that you're safe from the ghost of Avonleigh! Tell them, Sylria!" <br><br>The wealthy young woman looked to the girl nearby, and waved. The young woman was very pretty, in a foreign sort of way. Long and thin, with small, fine features. She was definitely very curious-looking! <strong>((OOC: Sylria an elf, and elves are a bit uncommon in Dementlieu; most are famous performers, or very exotic courtesans, and the like; there are perhaps 100 in Dementlieu at any given time))</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 05:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2551703#msg2551703">Quote from: Faeylin on 15-12-2009, 12:08:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Lillian nodded, and gave a curt smile. "Well, I'm glad that is settled then. Aimee? Where are you, girl?" called the brunette woman. From just beyond the doorway, a very pleasant-looking servant appeared.<br><br>"Yes, Miss Lillian?" she asked, her voice soft and meek; even more so in the company of so many.<br><br>"Head down and find Sebastian Archambault. Tell him that he is to ride out and find the hunting party at once, and to ensure that they make it back to the manor in all haste." Lillian noted the confusion in Aimee's eyes, and so she reiterated, "The smith, you silly thing. Go and fetch the smith, and send him off please." Aimee turned to leave, but Lillian Montague added more. "Have his sister take an inventory of the firearms on the grounds as well, and send one of the other male servants off to fetch the local militia. Do make sure that my name is mentioned to them; it will ensure that they move as quickly as possible."<br><br>"Yes, Miss Lillian," said the girl, nodding her head and curtsying. She left the room swiftly, but her every movement, from retreating to the door, and then closing it behind her, was filled with a fluid grace.<br><br>Now that the business was taken care of, she turned to her new guests. "We can ignore all of that business for now. I promise you are safe here. I give you the Montague word on it. No soldiers from Falkovnia will harm you here." Flashing the newcomers with a daring smile, she changed the subject. "But I cannot promise you that you're safe from the ghost of Avonleigh! Tell them, Sylria!" <br><br>The wealthy young woman looked to the girl nearby, and waved. The young woman was very pretty, in a foreign sort of way. Long and thin, with small, fine features. She was definitely very curious-looking! <strong>((OOC: Sylria an elf, and elves are a bit uncommon in Dementlieu; most are famous performers, or very exotic courtesans, and the like; there are perhaps 100 in Dementlieu at any given time))</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>I sigh and give Lillian a look.&nbsp; I speak after a moment, a little more precisely this time. "I told you that I don't know much about ghosts.&nbsp; It isn't something that I've apparently studied, and all I know is that there has to be a reason for them to retain a presence in this world, and all too often that leads them to be less than friendly to the living.&nbsp; And such can have <em>very</em> dire consequences.&nbsp; I don't know what else could happen, but it is possible that if friendly, we might be able to get the aid of the ghost.&nbsp; But a little girl's ghost...I'm afraid that you know how children are.&nbsp; We really don't want to upset her, if she has much power."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 20:40:58</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Kat</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Despite her misgivings, Kat smiled at her friends enthusiasm, and Sylria's exasperation with it. True enough, there was little they could do while they waited, though - so why not play?<br><br>"You think there is a ghost about this place, then?" Kat arched an eyebrow elegantly. "I have been a little... indisposed this morning, alas - has there been any evidence of it's presence? I should be most curious to know more. Why, this touches very mystery that so intrigued us about the estate, and I have been kept out of it! For shame!"<br><br>She was sure Lillian, at least, knew her well enough to recognise the playful tone in her objection - but her curiosity was real. The threat of the soldiers was a real one, true, but she had no intention of sitting nervously around while they descended on the estate if there was anything <em>fun</em> to be doing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 03:18:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Marie's mind was clearly occupied with other matters, but she was settled for now on the threat of the Falkovnians. <em>Craven bastards</em>. The sharpness of her eyes relented as she listened to the elf.<br><br>Adventure was always a lure for her, though she had not yet experienced anything supernatural. There was much tell of rumors and stories, but nothing at all to back them up; nevertheless, there was always some truth to the threats that lay beyond the mortal veil... and the prospect of meeting such a thing intrigued Lady Marie. She let out a breath, letting the tension smooth out of her a bit.<br><br>"You've piqued my curiosity as well..." A light smile came to her lips as she considered the distraction. "A ghost would make for interesting company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>The young aristocrat's face lit up as her company went along with what she had said. "Yes, it's so interesting! Already different members of the household have been approached by this darling little girl...except," and here Lillian got daring again, "this child is no longer living!" She paced around the room for a moment, pondering. "In any case, Sylria and I have made plans for a seance for tomorrow...assuming those dreadful soldiers don't interfere, of course! We'll need to find that pesky shepherd again...and we'll need a baby lamb, but can you imagine what it will be like to speak with an actual ghost?" Lily giggled. "I have so many questions to ask, abut the other side!"<br><br>Stopping for a moment, Lillian seemed momentarily distraught. "I think I've forgotten something, but I can't quite place my finger on what it was."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 21:16:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Slaying a baby lamb in order to draw forth a spirit was grim work to Marie - hardly the dashing, bold moves of a daring noble. But then, she preferred the brighter tales to the more shadowy, horror-spun recountings of what dark deeds need be done in darker times...<br><br>Considering the time frame, there was less interest to be had in the moment for it, but Lady Marie was curious regarding this estate and what matters would have given cause to a ghost rising here, especially that of a little girl.<br><br>"Has she given any hint to her identity?" Marie intoned curiously. "If she's been here for some time, there may be records of the estate's previous owners and any tragedies that befell them here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 00:54:42</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>I frown a little, tapping my foot slightly as I ponder.&nbsp; After a moment I speak. "I'm not certain about the girl, though something odd is going on.&nbsp; I first became aware of her existence last night, when I noticed that there were a number of children's fingerprints in the dust on the bookshelves.&nbsp; I decided to follow them, and found a book of fairy tales that had the letters J-U-S-T-I written in the dust on the spine.&nbsp; I started going through it, but have found nothing thus far.&nbsp; But this morning, when I was speaking with...Ashley I believe, the letters suddenly began to bleed in my lap.&nbsp; A very...disturbing experience, all told."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 21:09:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Lillian smiled and first, but then she simply began to nod. "Yes, we're not quite sure who this little girl is, but all she seems to want to do is play games, and little pranks on us." Scratching at her right temples for a moment, before brushing at her generous locks, she added, "It is my suspicion that this child must have died in an accident of some sort. She has all the air of a noble about her, so surely she's just a sweet little soul who lost her way to the after...wherever that is." Lillian seemed lost in thought for a moment longer, before she suddenly exclaimed, "The Note!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 18:45:22</strong>
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				<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>I sigh and shake my head, as it seems that Lillian is intent on ignoring <em>all</em> of my cautioning.&nbsp; I had to try, but...why wouldn't she listen to anyone, really?&nbsp; I blink at her sudden exclamation, and ask. "Are you certain that this note is important, Lillian?&nbsp; I suppose that it might be, but with enemies near?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 15:23:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Kat</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br><br>Smiling at Sylria, Kat spoke up. "Come now, Lillian has already given what orders we can to prepare for the arrival of enemies. Why should we not investigate other matters meanwhile? And we have all been curious about the hauntings of this place since before we arrived!"<br><br>Indeed, Kat's curiosity was overwhelming any caution of her own. After her ill-fated attempts at exploration, she itched to do something, to be a part of things. Turning to Lillian, she continued. <br><br>"Of what 'Note' do you speak, dear friend?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - The Secret of Avonleigh [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>resonanteve</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 04:26:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br><br>Marie could not help but show her curiosity, especially with the intrigue drawn out like this between the women. The apprehension of the Elven one was a bit stifling, and Lady Marie held an innate contempt for shows of cowardice. Smoothing her hands down the front of her dress, she gave Sylria an inquisitive look before backing Lady Kat's request.<br><br>"Please tell us, Lady Lillian. I would hear what you know of this girl."
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