Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters
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				Title: <strong>Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 18:48:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">To The Manor Reborn<br>A Changeling: The Dreaming Anniversary Edition Chronicle</span><br><br>Starring:<br>avorae as <strong>Karina Knightly</strong> (Autumn Sidhe)<br>Bly as <strong>Carlisle Temms</strong> (Nocker)<br>Marie Reynolds as <strong>Rebecca Quincey</strong> (Boggan)<br>Muse as <strong>Rhydeea Riley</strong> (Clurichan)<br><br><em>To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.</em><br>--e.e cummings</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Chapter 1: Heir Hunters</span><br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/z3JbBze.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppugnJE3vaY&amp;list=RDppugnJE3vaY&amp;start_radio=1</div></div></div><br><br>For two of the visitors, Rhydeea and Carlise, England probably didn't make a very good first impression. Christmas was over, and the year was in the awkward stage where it hung around for another six days, not quite knowing what to do, before ending. The weather couldn't even manage picturesque snow or frost, instead settling for thick clouds and an insistent cold rain that was just hard enough to make it impossible to ignore.&nbsp; As their flights from New York and Dublin came into land at Leeds and Bradford International Airport, delayed due to heavy fog, it was a rather uninspiring sight.<br><br>After being ushered through security and customs by staff with all the enthusiasm you'd expect from people who really wanted to be at home with family instead of at work on New Year's Eve, there were cabs waiting outside the airport, to take them away into the grey twilight, there to find out if the letter they had recieved was for real or some kind of elaborate and extremely bizarre hoax.<br><br><br>.....<br><br><br><br>For Karina and Rebecca, the journey was shorter, though no more convenient. The letter had likely been a shock to them as well, having come out of nowhere amidst the usual bills, junk mail and advertising.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>...your presence is requested at Greenwood Hall, just outside Little Allerton, in North Yorkshire. See the attached map for more.....<br><br>.....you have been named as one of the heirs to the estate as stipulated in the will of the previous owner, conditional on you meeting with a representative from our firm on December 31'st, no later than 6pm....<br><br>....any expenses incurred for travel or time off work can be covered (see form 6c, attached)....<br><br>....yours, Springfield &amp; Snow Solicitors.</em></span><br><br>Some sort of hoax? A mistake? Or strange junk mail? Odds are good that none of them had even heard of that place before today, or had any reason to suspect that they were heir to anything. Yet everything about the place and the law firm seemed to check out.<br><br>So....it was worth checking out, right?<br><br>What's the worst that could happen?<br><br><br>.......<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/8J5vRVp.jpg)</div><br><br>Sitting in the overgrown driveway as the final traces of the sunset faded, the silver Mercedes looked to be the newest thing in the area by at least forty years. The house loomed behind the car, a massive wall of deeper black against the foggy night. Only one light glimmered in a front window, somehow making the impression more unsettling than utter darkness. The headlights illuminated a decayed and eroded fountain, long since dried up. A stone nymph, whose head had been lost to vandals twenty years earlier, held a gourd of water, ready to pour into a fountain now choked with mud, weeds and bird droppings.<br><br>Ms Julia Snow, the junior partner of Springfield &amp; Snow, sat inside the car shivering slightly, as if the heating system wasn't enough to keep the chill at bay. Or maybe it was just her surroundings. She had a phone to one ear, carrying on a conversation.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ms Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/xrckD4B.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><em>"Ten minutes to go, and nobody's shown up yet. Looks like you're going to owe me that twenty quid when I get back.<br><br>"Listen, Greg.....aren't we meant to have ways to make sure that people aren't making their wills when they're suffering from dementia? Are we sure this checks out?<br><br>"I'm just saying I could be doing better things tonight than freezing my ti--toes off sitting outside Dracula's castle here.<br><br>"Seriously, the village is a shithole, and the house looks about a thousand years old. Even if they got the letters, do you think they'd really want to come--<strong>ah!</strong><br><br>"Sorry, just saw some headlights. Looks like at least one of them showed up. No, I didn't scream! I was just....clearing my throat."<br><br>"Listen, got to go. Let's see what sorts of weirdos we've got here. No, I won't forget the money! God! You're going to rub this in every chance you get, aren't you?"</em><br><br>Ms Snow hung up, grabbed her briefcase, got out and flagged down the approaching car. She squinted, to try and see what sort of person would actually answer such a peculiar summons.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 01:15:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>So engrossed at the letter in her hand Karina barely registered that the cab had stopped. Reading it over for the umpteenth time since receiving it she gives a small shriek when the driver shakes her from her thoughts.<br><br>“Sorry about that ma'am but we arrived at you destination.”&nbsp; the driver says as he steps back so that Karina can exit the open door.<br><br>“No no it was my fault for not paying attention.” She replies as she gets out the cab. Reaching into her purse she pulls out some cash to pay the fare. <br><br>“It's no problem ma'am you take care and make sure you don't miss her.” He says with a chuckle as he points to the lady waving them down.<br><br>“Oh yes thank you and good day to you.” She says as she waves to the cabbie before turning to face the approaching woman.<br><br>“Hello I am Karina Knightly.” She says as she extend her hand for a shake. “I assume you are the one who send this strange letter about some kind of inheritance?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 02:05:26</strong>
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				"My firm did, yes." said Julia, visibly trying not to shiver in the damp cold. She took the offered hand--even through her leather gloves, her touch was still cold enough to send an uncomfortable chill through Karina's hand on contact. She tried not to look like she was peering over Karina's shoulder to look for any more arrivals.<br><br>"We were given specific instructions from our client, to deliver these messages to you and three others at a very precise time, to meet here on this exact day. It's quite unusual for us as well, if I'm honest, but the reasons will be revealed after everyone is assembled....<br><br>"I was sure I that name was familiar from somewhere." she said. "But I didn't know you were <em>the</em> Karina Knightley."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 04:29:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>“OH??” Karina says as she notices how cold Julie's hand felt. “You must have been waiting some time for the chill to get to you so.” <br><br>At her comment the young lady gives a slight chuckle. “Ah yes I am that Karina Knightly so I take it you've hear some of my music then?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 11:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young ginger who emerged from the next cab had the traditional complexion of her 'kind'--fair cheeks, cute freckles, and alluring pink lips.&nbsp; She wore winter boots, water resistant jeans, and an ankle length green greatcoat, and a green and yellow knit hat.&nbsp; Typical in height and build for a girl, there was something undeniably strong about her.&nbsp; Just walking across the road from the cab to offer the other girls her hands, it was easy to imagine she wore the big clunky boots to hold her feet on the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulled earbuds out of her ears, switching off the music, and tucked them into the pocket of her greatcoat.&nbsp; A plush pikachu head peeked out for a second before he was shoved in with the ear bude.&nbsp; There was also a draconic yellow plushie--a Chariszard--pinned so that ti perched on her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reached out to shake hands with the other two girls and froze.&nbsp; Her eyes rose over the ancient gray estate and her jaw dropped.&nbsp; "Wow...&nbsp; This is fantastic!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked back down at the other two and grinned, finally getting to her introduction.&nbsp; "My name is Aiden Brielle.&nbsp; i got a letter.&nbsp; I hope I'm not too late?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 02:36:57</strong>
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				"One of my friends was a huge fan of yours, and pointed me to it. If we didn't have other things to go through, I might ask you for an autograph--"<br><br>Ms Snow nodded as Aiden arrived, seeming to put a tick to another mental checkbox.<br><br>"Miss Brielle, got it. Good to see you could make it, it couldn't have been convenient coming over all the way from Ireland. Honestly, we weren't entirely sure anyone would show for this at all. Had neither of you actually heard of this house before we sent the letters out? It didn't ring any sort of bell?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 02:59:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>“That could easily be arranged.” Katrina replies to Julie as she gives a nod of acknowledgment to the newcomer.<br><br>“It is a pleasure to meet you Aiden. I am Katrina.”<br><br>At the mention of the house Katrina gives a slight shrug. “Well I have heard about it but I can't honestly say I know much about it. Mostly just the rumors that the family who owned the estate all more or less die under mysterious circumstances.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 04:03:49</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br>Another cab arrived and she paid her fair and left a tip and&nbsp; stepped out of the vehicle and&nbsp; &nbsp;looked over the mansion ,smiled a bit&nbsp; and then looked to&nbsp; the person waving&nbsp; &nbsp;and started to walk over.<br>The&nbsp; young Talent Agent wore her thick orange&nbsp; hair in a braid and a long brown coat with green accents on trim and&nbsp; the cuffs of the jacket and green&nbsp; wooden buttons. Underneath&nbsp; she wore a Dark green Turtle Neck Sweater. She wore thick canvas&nbsp; dark green cargo pants and Brown and&nbsp; green&nbsp; winter boots.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had dark brown thick wool socks on&nbsp; and her&nbsp; hands were covered by brown leather gloves. <br><br>Rebecca looked to those gathered and her smile grew as she recognized two of the people&nbsp; <br><br>"Karina my dear it is a surprise to see you out here, How are you doing?" she gave her client a warm genuine smile.<br>She turned to the young red head that just arrived before her " Good Evening , a pleasure to meet you!" still the same warm genuine smile&nbsp; was offered to the girl she&nbsp; did not know and remained as she addressed the&nbsp; attorney.<br>" Greetings Ms. Snow I have heard so much about you at&nbsp; some professional&nbsp; conferences, It is a pleasure to meet you at Last. I am Rebecca Quincey" she extended a hand to the Attorney.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 22:16:57</strong>
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				Snow shook Rebecca's hand briskly, some of the warmth from her car still clinging to her gloves.<br><br>"Good to meet you, Ms Quincy. I'm flattered to hear my reputation is growing." she said with a coy smile. "One more....well, I may as well start the introduction now, though it's mostly in the documents you have. <br><br>"You're right, Ms Knightley. This house was owned by the Greenwood family, a noble family that went back to the Wars of the Roses, and which appeared to die out in 1968, when the young lord and lady and their two children died in....well, it's been hard to determine what they died of. Some sources say tropical disease, others say it was some kind of poisoning. And since then, this house has been deserted. Well, not entirely, there are still arrangements in place to maintain the house and grounds, and the.....housekeeper is still here." Snow added, giving the solitary light in the porch an uneasy glance.<br><br>"As far as we can tell, the actual house has been in legal limbo ever since. Normally, you'd have long-lost cousins or friends of the family lining up to make a claim for a place like this, but it was dead silent. My firm only had a sealed letter to go on, that specified a date of opening.....and then named you all as the heirs, along with instructions on where to find you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-03-2020, 19:02:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aiden quirked her head. "This is all very str...&nbsp; Wait, wait...&nbsp; When was that letter sealed?&nbsp; You say the family died out in 68?&nbsp; I wasn't born 'til 2001!&nbsp; How could they know my name and where to find me?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>26-03-2020, 20:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br>&nbsp;"Ms Brielle slow down let Ms Snow&nbsp; give us&nbsp; the rest of the details. I am sure this is some&nbsp; type of explanation for all of this." her smile&nbsp; not fading&nbsp; at all. To show she was&nbsp; quite calm&nbsp; and patient.
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				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 00:51:19</strong>
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				"Yes, well....we've never had a request quite like this before. We did some genealogical research, and none of you seem to be blood relations to the family." said Snow, with a slightly strained smile. "Yet you were described in detail, if not by name, and as far as we can tell, the will wasn't tampered with, and the seal had remained unbroken since Sir Cornelius Greenwood wrote it. Of course, if anyone else with a more concrete claim had actually laid a claim to the property, that would have taken priority, but since there wasn't....."<br><br>She shrugged. "You might say that I'm as interested in you in finding out what's happening. But that will have to wait. I'm just here to introduce you and get your signatures for this...." she said, pulling out a clipboard with a form attached. "Just to confirm that you have arrived and I've discharged my duties. Once that's done, I'll introduce you to the housekeeper, and she'll explain more, I hope. You might have to raise your voices a little...."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 16:19:47</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br><br>Rebecca smiled and reached for the clipboard and pulled a pen from her coat pocket&nbsp; and signed the form. "Thank you for all the hard work you have done! Ms.Snow. she started to&nbsp; walk to the door at a casual pace allowing the others to catch up with her once the paperwork has been signed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>30-03-2020, 16:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>Karina was utterly confused by by the current conversation. How was it that she was related to her manager and a lady that she never even meet till just a few minutes ago. Not that such a thing was impossible after all the ones she calls her parents actually adopted her after she abandoned as a baby.<br><br>Wanting to ask for some clarification she decides to hold her tongue at the request of Rebecca and instead pulled her own pen from her purse to sign the paper Mr's Snow presented and followed Rebecca to the house proper hoping that something would make sense after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-03-2020, 18:44:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aiden gave a smirk as she dug a pen out.&nbsp; "If we sign this can we get in out of the chill?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a good natured smile.&nbsp; Aiden was an energetic Doublener girl well known for playing in the snow in proper bundle--and even for pulling off her jacket and sweater on a clear day after she got her body heat up.&nbsp; She was, however, well aware of what sorts of temperatures could be dangerous to people, and that less active people--along with older and less healthy ones--could feel the chill more keenly.&nbsp; Aiden was not above claiming that she was the one who was cold in order to spare their pride.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>31-03-2020, 16:54:19</strong>
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				"Yes, you can. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">And so can I.</span>"<br><br>Snow checked the signatures, and put the clipboard away with barely concealed haste. By now, the light was almost gone, and the fog seemed to have thickened, with even the headlights of the solicitor's car not seeming to get very far.<br><br>"I'll leave you too it, then. The housekeeper is expecting you."<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/UKAlL0k.jpg)<br><br>The sound of spinning tires and clattering gravel was behind the three women as they approached the house. Close up, the building didn't look any less intimidating, a dead hulk of a house. The windows had netting put over them to protect against weather damage or vandalism, but a lot of it was ragged and torn. Behind them, the windows probably wouldn't have been clear even if it had been light, given how much dust and grime had accumulated. The corners of bricks were crumbled and weathered, moss and weeds poked from gaps in the mortar, and the entire general impression was one of semi-controlled decay.<br><br>But the light in the front porch was on. And as whoever was bravest approached, there was the sound of bolts being drawn back, and the door opened unprompted. For a moment, the hallway looked empty, due to how short the person opening it was.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rebecca Only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Person? The shape that shuffles out of the half-light looks like an exaggerated caricature of a human, with brownish-green skin tinted with grey, and stringy white hair coming out of its head that drags to the floor and several feet further along the floor. Large, rheumy eyes peer up at you, and an unnaturally wide mouth is open in a wide smile, revealing yellowed stumps of teeth. Already short, her frog-legged stance makes her look even shorter.<br><br>And then it's gone, and you're seeing what's really there. The light is poor, and this place is pretty spooky, after all.<br><br>You probably just imagined it.</div></div><br>She was...well, she was <em>old</em>, hunched over and favouring one leg in a way that didn't look entirely comfortable. White hair hung in a stormcloud around her head, with only the very occasional trace of brown still there. Her face was deeply wrinkled, and dotted with liver spots and moles. The only part of her that didn't look ancient was the eyes, both a vivid blue and with a sharp gaze that took in her guests quickly--and then she turned around as if the meeting was the most normal and obvious thing in the world.<br><br>"Oh, you're the young ladies I was expecting, are you? Come on, come on in, don't be letting all the heat get out! My name is Lisle, and I'm the housekeeper for the Manor."<br><br>Behind her, the entrance hall stretched away. There were electric lights on, but it didn't look like the bulbs had been replaced for a long time, sputtering away fitfully and not illuminating much. It was possible to see that the place seemed to have been mothballed, with dust sheets covering the decorations and pictures on the walls. A grandfather clock faced the door, ticking somberly away.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Aiden Only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Also, you're sure you can hear very faint music coming from deeper within the house.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Karina Only</div><div class="spoiler_body">One of the sheets has partially slid away from one of the portraits, and you can see the top half of a woman's head. It's hard to be certain, but the eyes and hairstyle look kind of like your own. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>31-03-2020, 17:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br>Rebecca approached&nbsp; first and her eyebrow quirked as the door opened on its own. Then her eyes narrowed&nbsp; as she tried to focus on the figure she&nbsp; saw before but&nbsp; before she had a moment to study it was gone. She tensed and shivered a bit but ultimately wound up smiling and relaxed as memories of her Uncles stories&nbsp; came back to her and&nbsp; she&nbsp; stepped closer to the door.<br><br>Then she was stirred back from her moment of nostalgia, by a voice and&nbsp; she stepped across the threshold of the door " Yes of course, It is a pleasure to meet you Lesle. I am Rebecca and thank you for inviting us to your home for this auspicious gathering." She gave the&nbsp; white haired women a warm smile and turned to the others and waved her hand abit. "Well come on you heard the lady,&nbsp; We should&nbsp; get inside so we don't let all the heat out."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-03-2020, 23:46:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The ginger girl blinked at the housekeeper.&nbsp; Then pressed her palm over her&nbsp; chest and inclined her head.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you, Lesle."&nbsp; <em>Would you like to borrow my hair brush?&nbsp; i can help.</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once they weer inside, Aiden tugged off her green knit hat.&nbsp; She looked around, quite curious, then cocked her head for a moment.&nbsp; "I can't place that tune?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>06-04-2020, 14:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>Closing the door behind her Karina gives a small smile to Lesle. “It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am.” the young lady says though her eyes seemed to be focused on one of the hanging pictures before shaking her head and turning back to the housekeeper.<br><br>“Excuse me Lesle but that picture. Who is it of?” she asks as she points to the partially uncovered photo
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 02:09:49</strong>
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				"Eh? That one?" asked Lisle, pushing the door shut with a boom that sounded like a gravestone dropping into place. She squinted at the picture Karina had been looking at, a black-haired woman in riding gear, who looked like she'd posed for the painting under duress.<br><br>"Oh, that was young Lady Irene. She was the nicest, kindest person you could ever meet, but a bit of a firecracker! Died in fifty-three, she did. Hit her head while horse-riding. She was no older than nineteen. Such a pity....if she'd lived a bit longer, she'd have done great things, I'm sure of it."<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/lQnJmK0.jpg)<br><br>Lisle turned and wobbled down the corridor, favouring her right leg so heavily that it looked like she was about to start walking in circles. She stopped in front of a large pair of double doors, pushing them open to reveal what looked like a drawing room--at least, so far as it was possible to tell under the dust sheets, covering chairs and what looked like a grand piano. A cracked leather couch had been unveiled, which sat in front of the fireplace. A faint smell of smoke in the air and a small glow in the hearth were all that remained of it now, but at least it was enough to banish the damp chill of the winter air.<br><br>"I suppose you'll be wanting a tour of the house, won't you, Young Ladies?" she asked. "Well, this place isn't everything that it used to be, but now that you're here, I'm sure everything is going to change! Make yourselves at home, I'll go get some food."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Karina</div><div class="spoiler_body">On a second glance, she looks completely different from you. It must have been your imagination. Only explanation.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Aiden</div><div class="spoiler_body">That music's getting a little louder, and seems to be coming from the neighbouring room.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>07-04-2020, 03:16:33</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br>Rebecca smiled " That sounds wonderful both the food and the tour, Though&nbsp; before the tour I am&nbsp; we would like to have&nbsp; a chance to ask some questions as this is all very sudden us receiving this news and how we came to be selected exactly." She then took a seat on the couch and waited for the others to join her
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 01:48:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was certainly a thrill to the whole experience.&nbsp; An aura of mystery waiting to happen.&nbsp; What was under these blankets and dust? <br>&nbsp;Would it be fantastic or terrifying?&nbsp; She started up to the couch, then moved a little past it looking for an open door she could pear through into the next room.&nbsp; Once either her curiosity had been sated or a closed door had delayed the mystery in the name of manners, Aiden returned to the couch and perched down next tot he other girls.&nbsp; "What has lead to us being named in this will, Miss Lisile?&nbsp; Before i was even born?"&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 03:12:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>“Oh I see.” Karina says as she takes one last glance at the picture before following the others to the drawing room.<br><br>Taking a seat on the couch she gives a pleasant nod of agreement as the others speak. :Yes I too wonder how I came to be chosen as one in the will as well. Under normal circumstances it would at least be plausible seeing as I was adopted but bieng named in a will&nbsp; when I would not be born for at least two decades is rather peculiar.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>11-04-2020, 23:02:24</strong>
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				Lisle returned with a plate full of sanwiches. A <em>lot</em> of sandwiches, and she'd also somehow balanced a china teapot and three cups on there as well. It looked like she was about to totter over under the weight, but somehow, she put them down on the central table. It was anybody's guess how she'd got them done that fast.<br><br>"What's that? Why you?" she asked. "Well, isn't it obvious? A house like this needs a lord or lady! And it's not going to be happy without one! The same goes for the town....if a place isn't wanted by anyone, it loses it's way.....and there's nobody to protect it....."<br><br>Lisle tailed off for a moment, seeming to look over Rebecca's shoulder, even though there was nobody behind her. But then she seemed to snap her attention back.<br><br>"I know you're not seeing this place at its best, but there's so much to see here....and so little time to describe it all in. I do worry what might become of this place if nobody takes up stewardship. But this isn't the time to be maudlin, young Ladies. It's so easy to get lost in the past when you've been here for so long...."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Aidan</div><div class="spoiler_body">As you get closer to the door, the music becomes clearer--it sounds like jazz. And there are more details--you can hear the sounds of laughter and indistinct talking in what sounds like a female voice with an American accent, culminating in a riotous laugh--<br><br>--and then you open the door, and the room beyond is both dark and silent, with the familar sight of shrouded furniture in the darkness, with the snow pelting the window outside. Except for a small table in the middle of the room, which contains two flutes of fizzing champagne.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>16-04-2020, 21:03:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br><br>Rebecca grabbed a sandwich and looked behind her as&nbsp; Lisle did and&nbsp; then turned&nbsp; her attention back to Lisle. She smiled "So will get to ask questions first or the tour first? If questions come first&nbsp; I think we would all like to now how we were chosen to become heirs to this manor."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>21-04-2020, 14:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>While it was true that a house and town such as this needed a Lord or Lady to watch over it that did not exactly answer the question.<br><br>Grabbing one of the sandwiches she takes a bite and slowly chews as she tries to figure out a better way to phrase it. Thankfully Rebecca was able to do just that so Karina simply took a sip of her tea as she awaited a response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>21-04-2020, 16:44:45</strong>
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				"Hmm?" asked Lisle, seeming to return to the present from somewhere far away. "Well, there are some things you can't just <em>tell</em> people and expect them to understand it. That's not how you tell a story, and there's so many stories in this place that even I can't remember all of them...."<br><br>She stopped for a moment, looking briefly lost again.<br><br>"But yes, a tour of the premises sounds like an excellent idea! Though it just won't look the same without any people here." she said wistfully. "Of course, the grounds will be too dark, and most of the things below ground level are sealed off....the wine cellar, the bunker, the passage to the catacombs....they weren't structurally sound, you see."<br><br>When the guests were done with the food and tea, Lisle almost hopped up, and seemed in danger of overbalancing for a minute.<br><br><br>.....<br><br><br>It was a strange tour, and not just because it was taking place through a house that didn't look like it had been disturbed in decades, yet Lisle was talking about it as if she hadn't noticed everyone had left.<br><br>"....and that was going to be young Thomas' room when he was old enough. Of course, there was that terrible business with the kidnapping. Ghastly stuff, people can be so....."<br><br>Outside, it was entirely dark and the wind was high enough to be audible inside the house, along with other sounds that might have been branches beating against the wall, or sleet. The acoustics were strange and unfamiliar, and if you were the nervous type, it was easy to imagine something outside, scratching to get in....<br><br>"....and this picture is of Lady Joanna. She came over from New York, you know, where her family owned a soap factory or some such. Met the young lord when she was on holiday, and it was love at first sight. Now, she really bought some life into the place! Even if it was always us who had to clean up after her parties, and she was always inviting those funny types over. They said they were occultists, but I think it was all smoke and mirrors....."<br><br>This room looked like it had been a nursery once, a small dustsheet-covered bed sitting at one end, across from a dust-covered toybox. A stuffed bear sat forlornly on a shelf.<br><br>"Of course, I made up the beds for each of you and put heaters in the rooms. You'll find them quite comfortable...." said Lisle, peering round. Again, there was that sense that she was returning to the present. "You will stay the night, won't you? I promise, this place will look so much better in the morning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-04-2020, 08:48:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aiden was quite for a while after looking into the next room.&nbsp; There was a cold tingle in her body--it was frightening and trilling.&nbsp; She wasn't certain why.&nbsp; Many people would have called a cab immediately after something like that.&nbsp; Instead she sat down, thoughtful, thrilled, and ate a sandwich.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Three of them actually. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a while in the tour, Aiden found herself smiling.&nbsp; "There really are a lot of stories here, aren't there?" she asked.&nbsp; "I think I will stay the night.&nbsp; The weather sounds pretty unpleasant out there, but mostly I just want to hear more of your stories."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>01-05-2020, 17:49:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br><br>Rebecca&nbsp; &nbsp;eyes&nbsp; looked&nbsp; around at her surroundings&nbsp; letting the stories&nbsp; being told&nbsp; to guide to where and what she focuses on. She quietly listens hoping to pick up on some&nbsp; piece of&nbsp; information that will answer her questions and everyone&nbsp; else.&nbsp; She&nbsp; turns to Lisle "Yes of of course i will stay, Thank you&nbsp; for&nbsp; your hard work!" she&nbsp; then returned&nbsp; to letting the stories&nbsp; told guide what she would&nbsp; focus on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>03-05-2020, 19:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>Karina was not the brightest person to be sure but even she could tell that Lisle was dodging the real questions. Whether it was deliberate or not she was unsure but the fact that the last owner was able to name her as an hier to this place before she was even born did not make any sense. <br><br>Rubbing her temple with her right hand the young lady lets out a low sigh as she gives a simple nod. “Yes I really don't have anywhere else to be so I am willing to stay the night.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>04-05-2020, 12:03:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/i1pJboz.jpg)</div>Lisle led the guests through the first floor of the house. It was probably just a trick of the poor light and the unfamiliarity of the place, but it seemed to have become bigger than when they first came in. Lisle showed them to three adjacent bedrooms, with any baggage the women had bought being placed outside the door.<br><br>"Thank you so much for doing this, young ladies." she said, looking round as the doors were opened. "If you hadn't shown up....oh, I don't know what I'd have done! I do hope you'll have a good night's rest, and some sweet dreams."<br><br>She looked at Aiden for a moment, blinking rapidly for a moment and looking incongruously moved. "Well....who knows? We never have as much time as we think we do, do we? But maybe I'll get to hear some of yours. I'd like that, you know."<br><br>With that slightly strange postscript, she was hobbling off down the corridor.<br><br>Within, the rooms were....well, they were dry and warm, that was a good start. The electric radiators were a lone reminder of normality in the Gothic grandeur of the designs. The beds were four-posters that went up to the ceiling, with curtains that could be drawn for complete privacy--and given the curtains had been removed from the windows, would probably be necessary for keeping the sun out in the morning. The wardrobes were ajar and for anyone who hadn't packed any nightclothes, there could be seen long white nightgowns that looked like they were straight off the cover of a romance novel. The rooms were largely empty otherwise, with only a few remaining pieces of furniture and other items. On one wall in Karina's room, there was a large mirror, long since crusted over with dust and cobwebs. In Rebecca's, there was a folded stepladder leaning against the cupboard, as if it had been left there when the cleaning was half done. And in Aiden's, there was a framed photo on the wall of <em>Ballyheige Bay, 1906</em>, looking like a portait photo of a family of five. Mother and father were dressed in stern Edwardian dress, a young boy in a sailor suit was looking at the camera while holding some sort of lizard in his hand, while two girls looked to have started moving during the exposure, given that their faces were blurred.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>04-05-2020, 23:37:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br><br>Rebecca started&nbsp; looking&nbsp; in the various furniture&nbsp; cursing&nbsp; herself&nbsp; for not&nbsp; bringing&nbsp; anything&nbsp; with her to stay the&nbsp; night. then she opened&nbsp; the wardrobe and she gave a sigh of relief. finding the Nightclothes int wardrobe and held up against herself smiling a bit. " I always wanted to try one of these&nbsp; on!" she spoke to herself just above a whisper and she gently set the nightclothes down on the bed and began undressing. she laid her shirt jeans and undergarments in the&nbsp; wardrobe she placed her socks in her shoes. She then set her gloves down upon her clothes .Rebecca then&nbsp; walked over naked to the bed and slipped the garment over her head and then crawled under the covers to settle in for the night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>05-05-2020, 00:53:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/3117372fe5d69026bd19283be136f4c7/tumblr_oy49iawTeB1rqat58o1_500.jpg)</div>Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4<br><hr><hr>“Oh silly girl what have you gotten yourself into.” Karina thinks to herself as she looks about the bedroom. “Well no point in backing out now I'll just stay the night and hail a cab first thing in the morning if Lisle does not give us a proper explanation.”<br><br>Pulling the nightgown out of the wardrobe Karina makes her way to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed she slips her shoes off and sets them next to the bed before proceeding to finish undressing and putting on the offered nightgown.<br><br>“Though I got to admit this would have been a interesting place to make a&nbsp; video back in my younger days.” she muses as she climbs into the bed and pulls the covers up for more warth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-05-2020, 06:52:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Rhydea_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/P2313_701-00269_01.jpg)</div><strong>Aiden Brielle</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/11NGJeFf75bUqyk_JNdz6IyefepzS2_9Q2Mya75OpJtg/edit)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, wow," they heard from the redhead's room.&nbsp; "This place is amazing!"&nbsp; Aiden gave a little bounce.&nbsp; She leaned out and grabbed her go bag and guitar case. "Hey, girls, I'm going to practice for a few minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll keep the amps on their lowest, but please let me know if I'm disturbing you and i'll stop."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead stripped.&nbsp; She started to go ito her go bag for one of her father's old shirtsThen, giggling, she open the wardrobe and ran her hands through the old clothes.&nbsp; "Wow!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aiden sat on the foot of the bed with her electric guitar across her knees.&nbsp; True to her word, the first thing she did was turn the portable amp to it's lowest.&nbsp; Then she closed her eyes and began to play.&nbsp; Aiden wasn't practicing.&nbsp; She'd always wanted to compose.&nbsp; She hadn't been very good at it, but this place moved her.&nbsp; She improvised on goth and goth punk rock themes, trying to catch the mood of the room, and of the house.&nbsp; If nothing interrupted her, she lost herself for over two hours before setting it aside, snuggling under the big sheets, and drifting right off into a deep, deep sleep.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>07-05-2020, 02:11:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHzMLGH1Rfs</div></div></div><br>Downstairs, Lisle dropped to her knees in front of the fireplace, looking at the faded embers. In one hand, she held a poker, the end of it bent from long-ago exposure to some intense heat. Resting on the floor before her was an ancient diary, stained and tattered, filled from cover to cover with dense, tiny text.<br><br><em>I'm so sorry for this.<br>I should have done what I was instructed.<br>I should have waited.<br>But there's no time left.<br>How can you wait so long and then have nowhere near enough time?<br>There's almost nothing left to save.<br>I barely know who you are now. All I can do is hope you're what we need.</em><br><br>She bit her lip, gripped the poker so tight her protruding knuckles turned white, and thrust it deep into the embers. The fireplace burst outwards, not just with sudden flames and sparks, but <em>firelight</em>, that burst outwards over the crouched figure of the old woman and outwards. One room at a time was illuminated by the outburst, regardless of walls. Rooms that had been locked for decades were illuminated, basements and tunnels that hadn't seen any kind of light for years shone brightly, and a defiant flare of firelight burned in the dark winter night. It was only seen by a couple of insomniacs in the village, and by <em>other</em> eyes watching from the surrounding woods.<br><br><br>.....<br><br><br>All three of the guests would awaken at the same time at about four in the morning, though they could be forgiven for thinking they hadn't.<br><br>The maudlin, faded rooms were transformed into opulent bedrooms worthy of nobility. Curtains around the bed that were formerly dark and faded had become floating spiderwebs of impossibly fine silk, the carpets were now fur rugs made from the fur of some exotically striped animal that you wouldn't find in any nature textbook, and the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling were now shining chandeliers that seemed to split the light into colours that owed nothing to red, blue or yellow if you looked at them long enough. Not only did the house look much more alive than it had before, it looked like something out of a fairytale, something one of them might have created with her dolls as a little girl.<br><br>Karina would awake to find herself in a magnificent ballgown. A standing mirror that hadn't been anywhere in the room when she went to sleep was on the wall in a place to catch her eye as she rose, showing a quite different face than the one she was used to seeing.<br><br>Riley wouldn't have much of a choice in waking up, given that a dragon was licking her face. A quite small and cute one, but still <em>an actual dragon</em>.<br><br>And Rebecca was awoken by something poking her cheek. When she looked round, she would see a wooden cleaning brush, with tiny arms and legs positioned so that the bristles looked like wild hair, pressing a note towards her. Other cleaning tools, also vaguely humanoid were climbing down the stepladder after the brush.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Karina</div><div class="spoiler_body">You don't have your sword (quite yet).</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>08-05-2020, 00:27:23</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Rebecca_Quincey_and_Rue_Tyler.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vital Statics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Health Levels 0/7, Glamour 5/5, Banality 3/3, Willpower 4/4</div></div><br><br>Rebecca&nbsp; scanned&nbsp; the room til her eyes&nbsp; found&nbsp; what was&nbsp; poking her and&nbsp; when she did Rebecca did&nbsp; not scream she pulled&nbsp; the blankets&nbsp; over her head. She then&nbsp; peeked&nbsp; her head out once more&nbsp; and saw it&nbsp; holding a note, she took it and thought to herself <em>I must be still asleep and dreaming</em>. "Thank you" she&nbsp; offered the animated&nbsp; brush a smile and then opened the note and&nbsp; began to read it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changeling 20 Part 1: Heir Hunters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-06-2020, 04:58:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rhydia moaned and started to squirm at a small, warm animal licking her lips.&nbsp; <em>Did someone get a new puppy?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Did...&nbsp; Why did I just call myself Rhydia?&nbsp; My name's Aiden.</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead's brilliant emerald eyes fluttered open.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then went wider<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And wider...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And....&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fairytail four poster beds?&nbsp; What is that, samite?&nbsp; Sheets softer than anything shed ever deemed of.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And what was licking her?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Emerald eyes focused on the bright golden dragon, fierce and mighty but licking her like a puppy?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aiden gave a started cry and jerked up straight!&nbsp; 
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