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 Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:12 pm
"Things are not as they seem..."
While out walking in the outer edges of the Forever Fields, you find the most curious thing. A little cottage sits off to the side of the rutted track in a deep wooded hollow. The house appears to be abandoned. White paint is peeling off the house in great chunks. The low stone fence that surrounds the yard is toppled over in some places. What was once a large garden lays barren. The trees hang ommounsly, as if threatening to reach out and snatch you up. The only redeaming quality of the whole place is the colorful plants neatly potted on the front porch. There are dozens of them, ranging from tropical flower to climbing vine.
Wanting a closer look at these strange specimens, you cross the yard and mount the steps. You spend a few minutes examining the plants, wandering through their neat ranks, lifting leaves and shifting branches. In the farthest corner of the porch, you find a glass doorway. Inside are plants even grander. Amazingly, the door clicks open at your grasp on the handle. You step into the curious house and the door clicks shut behind you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:13 pm
A balmy mist fills the room. Intoxicating aromas overpower your senses. Sweat runs down your face as you push your way through the dense vegitation. What was once a living room has been transformed into a jungle. Branches scratch at your skin as you reach an outer wall. A door labled "Celler" is nearby. Leaning against the cool wall, you try to recollect what stories had been told about this wonderous place...
"A witch," said the villager, "An awful creature clad in the most outrageous gowns. A woman, nay monster, that would skin you alive and eat you for supper." The words ring clear through your head. Just a few days before, one of the locals told you the stories of the Unknow Witch over a cup of coffee at the ramen stand. Another villager chimed in, "They say she is a sight to see, a beatiful, slim woman clad in the most lavish of victorian dress. They say her eyes are like that of the deepest forest, dark and forboding. Yet do not fall for her devilish tricks. No man has ever entered her lair and lived to tell the tale."
A chubby woman eavesdropping two seats over proclaimed, "I knew her once. A pretty young foreigner to our land. She would cook and clean, a regular homemaker. Why, I had tea and crumpets with the dear girl every Tuesday. Right as rain she was. But one week she missed our little get together. Then the next week, and the next. She had up and dissapeared, not a word to a soul. Took her little dog with her. I do miss her something fearce." The first villager frowned, "Lucky your alive, you are. The witch has caused us nothing but trouble. She snatched little Johnny Collingsworth that time, remember?" The woman leaned closer, "Burt, you know as well as I that they found little Johnny's body in the well. It had nothing to do with a witch or anything else for that matter. It was simply and accident." "Accident my foot!"
A cold touch snaps you out of the revery. A scruffy dog is sniffing at your leg, whining for attention. Leaning down, you pet the poor fellow, and examining his rusted tags you find his name - Mr. Muo.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:14 pm
Satisfied, the mutt turns tail and heads into the foilage. Through the leaves you spot a frightening sight. Leaning over to pick up the dog is a woman. A woman of peculiar garb. A woman with the most peircing eyes. Suddenly you know that you are in a very wrong place at a very wrong time...
The Story
[Elena was once a respectable resident of the village; a foreigner escaping an unknown past. Rather emotionally unstable to begin with, her frail physical health did little to help her become a functioning member of society. The villagers were of the supersticous sort, distrusting and fearful. When a young boy vanished on All Hollow's Eve, they cast their eyes about to find a creature of which they could pin their guilt on. Elena, at the time, was bedridden with a particullarly bad bout of the flu (She commonly referrs to it as "when she met Death"). The villagers pinned their suspicions on her, calling her a witch and Satan's spawn. A few attempts at her life were even made. Over time, Elena grew cold and distant from the village, hating them as much as they hated and feared her. Even after the boy's bloated body was found in an unused well, Elena was still held suspect in their eyes.]
[Spending most of her days cooped up in her dreary house, Elena rarely ventures outside. Though, on occasion, you'll see a shadowy figure crossing the Fields near midnight. A figure, if you value your life, you'd best aviod.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:15 pm
Updates: 11/17/06: Well, it's official folks, I'm on a guild hiatus for a bit. Real life has a way of making a nusence of itself. If you need me, you can still PM, just keep in mind that it will take me a while to reply. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:50 pm
[Old Post, Please Ignore. =D ]
Elena scuttles about, busily unpacking her things. A large bookcase stands empty, and across the room a couch remains pillowless. "Oh, so many things to do..!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:55 pm
"Perhaps I shall invite the Kage to tea someday..." She says slowing down to set a potted plant in the center of the kitchen table. Mr. Muo lets off a soft howl in his sleep, his leg twitching as he imagines a great chase through the woods, his prey a mighty rabbit.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:57 pm
She heads off for a quick nap in her room, leaving her unpacked things as be for the time being.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:52 am
Waking up to the bright summer morning, Elena dresses and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. Rumor has it that company may be coming...
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:53 am
*Enters the house*
"Hello,ellena u here?u invited me to ur house for some breakfast.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:55 am
"Come on Kinichi, you should meet mr.muo.He's a puppy just like you.
*Sets Kinichi down and tells him to sniff out Mr.Muo*
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:56 am
"Hello dear! Have a seat at the table and I'll fix you something up? Anything in particular you want?"
Mr. Muo sits up under the table and blinks at Kinichi, has he met this dog before? Surely not.
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