The Mansion: Main Residence
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				Title: <strong>The Mansion: Main Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 00:56:03</strong>
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				<em></em><div align="center"><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The Mansion: Main Residence</span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/Rg5Xe.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Blackwood Mansion</div><br>Blackwood Mansion was a place of many mysteries. Known to everyone as being 'The house deep in the dark forest' very few knew actually about Blackwood Mansion and the things that had happened there. Even less was known about the Blackwoods. Some had whispered that the Blackwoods were shady noblemen, others said that the Blackwoods were allies of the devil himself, speculation was going everywhere. <br><br>Yet what people did not know was that Blackwood Mansion was the location of an elusive social meeting. A meeting where people and creatures from any kind could meet with each other and socialize with each other in a multitude of ways. These meetings would take place every once in a while, but when they would take place and how one could get in, nobody knew, it was a meeting of utmost secrecy, and ever the socializing event at the Mansion have often been dispelled as rumors at several pubs and high tea meetings, even the existence of the Blackwoods was sometimes debated...<br><br>For those that received the elusive golden ticket that was an invitation the knowledge was there that this was no simple social gathering, the reputation surrounding the Blackwood mansion, and Florian Blackwood was one that brought on an air of mystery. No one, except those ‘lucky’ enough to be invited, knows what happens at the infamous week, but it is said that they were changed forever. There are many rumours about what goes on at the Mansion, whispers of the occult, or of a secret organisation plague the air around the town of Dormeastrof. The town itself is little more then a track and a few houses, most modern maps have it wiped off but it has the dubious honour of being the city where the plague was first reported in Europe.<br><br>All is welcome at the mansion, the frustrated husband, the witch that needs release, or the demon in dire need of companionship can find it here at Blackwood’s mansion for one week. With an endless supply of food, wine, women and men…what more could anyone want?<br>Everyone who wanted to escape reality for a week and just enjoy life...for those the Mansion and its ''Social events'' were made......<br><br>Now was the time for one of Florian Blackwood's social events. For five people have received a sealed letter in utmost secrecy from a dark-robed messenger.<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em><br>Greetings,<br>You are hereby invited to a private socializing event at the Blackwood Mansion, the forthcoming full moon.<br><br>This event will be hosted with a select number of people, carefully hand-picked,, some of which may have an impact on your life, others you will never forget again. Please do note that this is a private invitation, and thus, only the intended person may enter the Mansion with their invite, if for any reason you are not the person for whom this invite is intended to, then we kindly request you to hand the invitation to the rightful owner.<br><br>&nbsp;The event will take a week. You are, as always, required to come alone, with the invitation, and of course your personal belongings and other items you may deem necessary. Accommodation, food and drinks are of course all attended for, and should you require anything in the Mansion during your stay, please do note so on your conformation letter. A carriage will be provided to bring you to the Mansion, this carriage will pick you up before the event under a guise to a trip to a neighboring country and will also be used to house your luggage.<br><br>Do not share the content of this letter with anyone else. We will know when you do, and those actions will be met with swift consequences....should you so decide not to attend then please notify so on the including letter, please also note on the letter if you will arrive, so a room may be prepared.<br><br>Yours Truly, Florian Blackwood</em></span></div><br>With that letter was included a small conformation letter, at which the invited had to know whether they would be attending or not, and if they would need anything at the Mansion which required preparation.</div><br><hr><strong><br>The Mansion: OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102498.0)<br><br><br></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 01:45:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.impressiveseductivelingerie.co.uk/images/20086271816.jpg)</div>Amiee bounced lightly on the heels of her feet as she peeked out the window, pulling the curtain open to let in the soft rays of sunlight. A part of her wanted to run outside and wait for their guests in the cool morning air, but there was work to do. She had finished the final preparations in each of the guests rooms, leaving them all a special treat upon their beds. She always loved it when they had their parties, she was always interested in meeting the new guest and catching up with the old ones.<br><br>Moving from the servants quarters she took with her a small vase of fresh roses she'd picked earlier from one of the green houses and made her way towards the leisure room, her soft curls bouncing on her shoulders as she made her way up the stairs passing a few of the servants. Pushing the door open she moved inside and glanced around the room, giving a small bow to Master Florian as he sat back waiting for his guests. <strong>Hello Sir.</strong> she said softly, her words coming out soft and sultry as she felt that same pang of excitement she'd always gotten when she had been around him. <br><br>Setting the vase near the window she pinned the curtains back and gazed longingly out the window as she moved about, checking that they had enough wine and glasses for their guests. <strong>My Lord, how many are we expecting...</strong> she asked glancing back at him as she arranged six or so upon a tray. <strong>You had said four or so, so I made a few extras of the appetizers.</strong> she tilted her head as she took in his form, the way he held himself. Moving over she worked her fingers over his shoulders, leaning forward some as she awaited his answers.<br><br>The short sheer skirt she wore riding up to reveal her nearly bare behind. She loved her new uniform, it had been one she would always be happy to wear for him. Tracing her tongue along her lips she thought on her first visit to the mansion how sheepish and innocent she must have seemed. Her tongue traced her lips again and she leaned down. <strong>Is there anything else you require Sir, or shall I wait for our guests with you.</strong> She asked tucking her hair behind her ear. She knew he enjoyed greeting his guests and when he went, she would wait up here, wine at the ready, as well as the snacks. 
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 20:37:47</strong>
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				<strong>Marian Wood- Carriage ride to the Manor. </strong><br><hr><br>Marian looked out the window of the carriage with worry yet confusion, her dark eyes taking in the sites as they rushed by causing the scenery to become blurry and seem as if everything was melting together. Quickly shaking her head so not to become dizzy the young woman briefly opened the envelope though by now she had the words memorized, yet still she wondered why a invitation like this ended up at her family’s home, her father was just a humble detective and mother a loving house wife so still the question plagued her. Perhaps once she arrived at the estate the master of the house could explain everything, if not well then Marian had ways of figuring out some things with a little help; absentmindedly she reached up and brushed her fingers over the cold metal circling her head. The device keeping all the voices at bay as she liked to call the wondering thoughts of people around her, closing her eyes she leaned back against the cushioning of the carriage.<br><br>&nbsp;Briefly she wondered if she had a chance to take a nap but several bumps and loud hammering of hooves told her otherwise, letting out a tired yawn she gave a slight stretch, why her parents chose to send her to the manor in the first place boggled her still. Yet she had a hunch it was something to do with her on the path to becoming a spinster at the age of twenty and one, but she had no want or need of a husband.&nbsp; Besides what man would want a woman who could read their emotions or mind and see what they truly think.&nbsp; Slipping the silver headband from her head Marian focused on the only thoughts closest to her, the carriage driver to see if he had any inking of knowledge of where she would be going. ‘Stupid horse, thought you’d be faster than what the ol’man said figures de’gimme a faulty horse and carriage. At least the girl is half decent to look at…” <br><br>Quickly placing the band back in place she flushed brightly at where the man’s thoughts had trailed off to, leaning over she opened the curtain and stuck her head out. Dark brown curls instantly became wild and windblown as she tried to see how close they were to arriving, a surprise gasp escaped her though Marian quickly regretted it as she felt as if a bug flew down her throat. Coughing she spat out whatever entered unwillingly into her mouth, most unladylike&nbsp; true but how disgusting to have a bug inside one’s mouth! Gagging a little she stuck her head back out the window this time remembering to keep her mouth closed as she observed the nearing manor “we will be there in no time Miss Woods! I suggest leaning back into the carriage, unless you feel going without a head!” Blinking Marian leaned back against the seat once again, lazily smoothing out her black dress the excitement and curiosity finally getting to her as she fiddled with the black lace decorating her nicest dress… 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 19:07:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale Norwick - Into the fire...</em></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/xg9qpu.jpg)</div>Despite of she had been living her life the past few years, Abigale was still new to traveling alone. When she got the letter she had thought, at first, to throw it out. For one, she didn't know who it was from. She'd never heard of this <em>Florian Blackwood</em> before. Even though the letter had said not to mention the contents of it to anyone else, she had asked her Aunt if she'd heard of this Blackwood person. Her Aunt said she hadn't and when asked why, Abigale simply said she'd heard the name somewhere and thought it sounded nice.<br><br>Despite having ignored the letter for a few days, it sat in her night stand and tormented her. She couldn't find it in herself to throw it out or burn it. Finally, laying in bed one night, she decided to respond saying she would be there. It had been easy enough to convince her Aunt to let her go once she lied and said that one of her friends from the coven would be going with. It wasn't the first time she'd liked to her Aunt and she knew the woman would figure it out the on the full moon when they held their regular circles and everyone was there except Abby. The only thing that made this different from her other lies was that she could get lost or hurt being out on her own like this.<br><br>Instead of normal travel clothing, Abigale had chosen to wear something that made her feel strong and protected. Her witch's gown from her initiation last year. It was made of thick, black material with silvery threads used to sew it together. Around her waist, to cinch the gown against her figure, was a black, leather belt. The clasp on it having been hand made by a man in their coven for her initiation. It looked like the inside of a clock. Little gears and wires that even moved. It was a miracle of magic since there was no real means to make the gears move.<br><br>She'd taken a horse as far as it would go, pushing the large creature as close to the manor as it would get before it decided to buck her off and run off in the direction they'd come from, "Blasted beast..." she growled to herself as she pulled herself up from the ground. Fixing her dark, brown hair and tucking it back under her cloak hood, she looked around for the easiest trek to the manor. It was far away and she was sure she could make it on her own. Abigale knew she should turn back. Animals didn't spook like that for no reason. But much like other things in her life, curiosity was too hard to ignore and she trudged on.<br><br>It took her a while, but she managed to make it to the large doors of the manor. Dusting off the dirt from her gown and hair, Abigale looked around a little. She could hear horses elsewhere and so assumed she was not the first here. As much as the young witch liked being outside, she wasn't fond of the cold wind and so tried to hide from it against the wall. It was hard to wipe all the damage her parents had done to her mind, and so in times of nervous fits, she prayed. Absentmindedly, she said the Lord's Prayer in a hushed tone to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 02:06:50</strong>
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				<strong>Florian Blackwood - In His Study</strong><br><hr><div align="center"><em>Nisi inducia frustra<br>Without Information, All Is In Vain</em></div><br>Florian Blackwood was in his study, a cozy but rather large room for himself. Having the curtains open to let the few rays of sun gently touch his face he was gazing into a crisp burning fireplace that had spread pleasant warmth over the room like a blanket in the morning. It was time, today would be a full moon, which signified one of the elusive Blackwood events. The name Blackwood was known and either feared or praised amongst the middle-class and everything above for reasons unknown, mostly it was because there was such a big air of mystery around Blackwood Manor...no one knew the Blackwoods personally, but the Blackwoods knew everyone it seemed. There was a saying that went around. 'You don't find what you seek in dark woods, they will find you' It did in fact, refer to the Blackwoods and their uncanny ability to know and find everyone around, yet how the Blackwoods did so was unknown to most.<br><br>There were a select few that were allowed to disturb Florian at this time of the day, and instinctively when he heard the wooden door of his study open he knew that it was his favorite, Amiee. As she walked over to the window to put the fresh roses there he walked over them, wearing a black shirt, and over it a sleeveless creamy buttoned-up vest that hugged his body the ray of suns making his figure a shadow against the window. With a nice pair of shoes and pants he certainly dressed the nobleman part. He gently took one of the roses and held it between thumb and index finger and took a sniff of the fresh rose, the dew still on the leaves. He gave a light smile. <strong>Exquisite...do be sure to have some of the black roses in the garden picked for tomorrow. I find that they fit the study quite well....</strong> He said, with a content smile on his soft face, putting the rose back into the vase.<br><br>He placed his thumb and index finger on his chin, as if lost in thought, his free hand cupping his elbow. <strong>'I have received only four letters of conformation...</strong>'' He said, pausing for a second, pondering some things. <strong>''But I have a feeling we will be expecting a few more guests...six at best.</strong>' He added, enjoying the feeling of her small shoulder rub. ''<strong>I have requested for Mister Terrance to make sure the guests are appointed to their rooms.....I shall make my appearance during brunch though when our guests will have settled in....</strong> he said. He specifically called his Butler Mister Terrance, as he had nothing but the utmost respect for him, he had served his family well, and Gabriel had been a personal help to the Blackwood family as well. He wondered what sort of events and what would happen during this week at his house.<br><hr><br><strong>Troy Denton - At The Stables</strong><br><br>The stables were located near the mansion. A small sign at a split in the road showed that the taking the past towards the east would bring one to the Mansion, and West to the stables. . The past westward brought Troy Denton towards a rather large stable, enough to hold about fifty horses, and with a large shed for hay and the likes. Lights could be seen from afar from the shed and the stable, so someone was present. Connected to the stable was a large fenced paddock, in which currently one beautiful strong black horse was running, seemingly a wild one. The road seemed to go past the stables, bringing one to fields with forestation here and there, perfect for hunting and strolls with the horses and the likes. A man, past his fifties greeted Troy with a nod. He had a brown coat that almost touched the ground, and was a little on the short side. ''<strong>Morning ser...reckon you are ere for Master Florian's socializing event, arent'ya? Me name is Flannigan, I'm the Stable Master o'er here.</strong>'' He said, sitting on a bale of hay that was stored otuside.<br>
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