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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:42 pm
Even thought it was daylight, it was dark. There weren't any working lamps and the cellar's only window had wooden shutters that were tightly shut, so only a trickling of sunlight was able to come in to illuminate the room.
Tauren was cursing himself - this was unusual for him, but the room's atmosphere was wearing him thin - for not jamming the door open behind him. It could only open from the outside. He had left it open, but it got so drafty that it blew shut.
It was supposed to be a wine cellar and he had come up here to get some sherry. While that was, indeed, there, there were also some things that, in his opinion, had no excuse to be here. Rusty tools? Broken glass? A vice huge enough to stick a watermelon in that was dripping some unidentified liquid? It also stunk of mildew and old sweets. "No, just no...", he thought out loud.
Now, as far as Tauren knew, he wasn't here alone. There had been a party and he was sure he saw some Heila go here. He didn't remember who, though. "Hello? Anyone here?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:38 pm
 Sukuro chuckles to herself in a demented manner. "That creature got me locked in here, so I think I'll have some fun with it" Sukuro rattles some chains on the far side of the room. Next she smears some red wine on the walls making hand prints all over. She quickly moves about laughing evilly in different spots making it sound like there is many down there with them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:34 pm
The sound of broken glass and rattling chains alerted Tauren that he definitely wasn't alone here. Then, he heard the laughter. It sounded like it was just one voice, but it was coming from all over the place. "So, is there just one woman up here or a bunch who all sound similar?" he thought, while being completely, utterly terrified the whole time. Without thinking, he said, "Maybe there're ghosts! Banshees, even."
Ghost or no ghost, he was determined to get out of here. He put a hand to the wall and began cautiously walking along. He stopped and his hand instinctively recoiled when he touched something wet. "Oh, ew! What on earth is that?!" But he didn't stop walking.
While Tauren was still moving, he held his hand close to his eyes and could make out that it was red. If it wasn't for the distinctive smell, the he would've thought it was blood for sure. But how does wine get on a wall, anyway?
He tripped over a pile of crap on the floor and landed right on hid face with a loud thump. "Ow!" He'd have plenty of time to think about he answers to his questions down there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:17 am
Sukuro watches him from the shadows. "hmmm a banshee." She thinks for a bit. "A ghost might be down here but never a banshee. This thing has way to big of an imagination." She walks over to the clamp and gets a ratty grey cloth from under it. She then grabs a shovel and drapes the cloth over it. Next she pushes the blade of the shovel into the ground right in front of him. Sukuro tries to sound as ghostly as she could. "Woooooo. I am the ghost of the wine cellar, and you are trespassing in my domain. Wooooo~" She shakes to cloth while she talks to make it look real.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:54 pm
Where on earth are these sounds coming from? Tauren thought as she got up from the floor. Then, he saw the "ghost". He wasn't freaked out as much by the cloth looking like a ghost - because frankly, in his opinion, it didn't - than he was by something apparently moving by itself. He investigated further by very cautiously poking at the cloth. "Take that, and that, and that!
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