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Posted: **Wed Nov 23, 2016 3:56 am**

Chapter the Seventh: A Difficult Quest; Or, The Perils of Valor

After the proper arrangements have been made, the adventurers return to Harcourt House with their new companion, Mister Witherly. It is clear that some tragic event in the past has rendered him a brooding and unconventional man, but subtle questioning has yielded little in the way of specific information.

Upon arrival, inquiries are made as to what may have transpired during the absence of Mister Harcourt's guests and benefactors. Herr Hoffer is able to confirm that Mister Harcourt's condition is directly connected to the phases of the Moon. During the night of the new Moon, he appeared merely to be a very sick and weak man, not the beastly creature he was during the full Moon. It is now a few days after the New Moon, and Mister Harcourt is becoming bestial again, requiring restraint. "I fear that when the Moon is next full," Herr Hoffer says, "we will be unable to prevent his escape and rampage."

Magda is nearly recovered from her injury, although she remains melancholy and subdued, now that her fellows have abandoned her. Mister Dupray's condition is unchanged, as far as the servants of Mister Harcourt are aware. In happier matters, it is evident that Davros and Mary are spending much time together, and seem to have found solace from their painful memories with each other's company.

"I trust that the General and His Grace were of some assistance," Herr Hoffer remarks. "Is there anything we can do for Mister Harcourt before he succumbs once more to his affliction?"

This will, certainly, require much thought and discussion. While the others talk it over, a servant gives a note to Miss Davenport. It is of very fine linen paper, sealed with red wax. Oddly, the wax bears no signet, as if the sender did not wish to be identified. On the outside, in very thin, spidery handwriting, there is only the word DAVENPORT; hardly the polite way to address a lady. When opened, a message in the same handwriting, written in the same peculiar reddish brown ink, is discovered.

DO NOT THWART MY WILL HARCOURT IS MINE FLEE OR PERISH

Posted: **Wed Nov 23, 2016 5:10 am**

"They were indeed helpful, Herr Hoffer," says Henry. "There may be something we can do, but it will not be easy. However, we do have a chance now." He explains what they told him about using base metals or gold to complete the ritual and potentially break the curse, but not without risk.

Henry feels a sort of kinship with Mr. Witherly, having himself been subject to similar moods and reluctant to talk about their cause. He had had moments of excitement in between his own bouts of melancholy, usually when making some scientific discovery, such as when he had perfected the Cauterizer. It had only been after meeting Elizabeth that he had started to come out of his shell somewhat. He does not press Mr. Witherly about his circumstances, leaving the man to his privacy, as Henry would not have wished to be questioned in such a way.

Posted: **Wed Nov 23, 2016 1:19 pm**

Lila reads the note with a shiver of apprehension; it seems that whatever malignant personage threatens Mister Harcourt--whether the masked highwayman or some other as yet unseen antagonist--has singled her out as an enemy. Still, she refuses to be cowed by such threats. She shows the note to Herr Hoffer. "Perhaps our quarry is closer than we think. We must be on our guard at all times."

Having pondered matters during the journey back to Harcourt House, she relates to her companions what she read of Antoine Dupray's visions suggesting a haunting by Phantoms, methods of dismissing them including the use of enchanted or blessed objects, or those made from iron or silver, or, in certain cases, simply through a powerful demonstration of Faith. "I do not know if Monsieur Dupray's condition may be connected to that of our host but I should also like to help the poor man if we can. Do you not agree, Elizabeth?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 23, 2016 3:47 pm**

"My thoughts exactly" says Elizabeth to Lila. "If my presence can be excused whilst the gentlemen prepare the necessary ingredients for their purposes, I shall take the opportunity to call upon Monsieur Dupray and enquire as to his health" She adds almost as if in afterthought "And that of his dear sister too"

Turning to face Lila she whispers almost conspitorial, "It seems we both have secret admirers. Though I like yours not one jot"

Posted: **Wed Nov 23, 2016 9:11 pm**

Lila is faintly stunned by this declaration. "My dear Elizabeth, such an uncharitable opinion does you a disservice. If you are perhaps referring to Mister Witherly then I beg you to reconsider for I feel certain that he is an honorable gentleman of rare breeding and distinction. And I do not think it safe that any of us should travel alone outside while certain ... unfriendly elements are at large," she adds, thinking of the threatening note. "I shall accompany you to the Dupray residence if you please and perhaps Mister Witherly will be kind enough to escort us there for I should like to introduce him to Monsieur Dupray. I am sure these two poetic souls shall get along famously and you shall come to like him also."

She turns back to the others. "Gentlemen, Miss Carrow and I are making a social call. Mister Witherly, would you care to join us? As Herr Hoffer points out it is a few days past New Moon hence we have just over a week until it is full again. I was going to suggest that a perusal of our host's extensive library might yield some information on the required process. Doctor North, with your expertise in natural philosophy and Mister Rachman's knowledge of the arcane arts I am confident you will be eminently capable in this regard."

Posted: **Thu Nov 24, 2016 6:58 am**

"Yes, I shall get started on research," says Henry. "If iron has power over malevolent spirits, my lodestone may be of use. Feel free to borrow it."

Posted: **Fri Nov 25, 2016 2:49 pm**

Mister Harcourt's library contains a few volumes related to alchemy and the related arts, which Doctor North and Mister Rachman peruse whilst the ladies and Mister Witherly pay their respects to Mister Dupray.

Spoiler:

A relevant volume provides detailed information on the various effects the metals in question may have on those who come in contact with them.

Copper is the mildest of the base metals, and the safest to use. It has been shown to be of benefit in afflictions concerning the limbs, such as gout. Its use may induce amorousness, either in the form of gentle affection or animal lust.

Iron has a stronger effect. It is helpful in cases involving weakening of the blood. It can induce courage and aggressiveness.

Tin, somewhat surprisingly from its apparent softness compared to other metals, is even more powerful. It has been used to treat those suffering from disorders of the psyche, particularly melancholy. Fittingly, it may lead to changes in the emotional state of the patient, from joy to mania.

Both quicksilver and lead, as Doctor North knows well, can be poisonous even in small amounts. Both have powerful effects, those of quicksilver dealing with movement, vision, and communication, those of lead being nearly opposite to those of tin. It is evident that the use of these dangerous substances be limited to the most desperate circumstances.

The fact that it has sometimes been used to adorn the food of royalty and the very wealthy, with no ill effects, reveals that the noble metal gold is safe to use in reasonable amounts, and almost entirely beneficial. It has been used to treat a variety of ailments, with moderate success, and tends to induce an overall feeling of benevolence, although it can also lead to egoism.

There are also some astrological volumes of interest discovered by Mister Rachman.

Spoiler:

These will enable the materials in question to be used at the proper times of day (or, more likely, night) for the best effect.

Posted: **Fri Nov 25, 2016 3:13 pm**

Elizabeth's cheeks redden at Lila's adminishment, "I do apologise if my words did cause offence. I spoke without in haste without thought and, it would seem, uncharitably. I am sure that Mr Witherley has many admirable qualities which we may yet come to know"
To avoid further uncomfortableness Elizabeth quickly leaves the room in search of a heavy coat suitable for the journey to the Duprays house.

OOC: Sorry I was referring to the mysterious author of the note. I thought we had all seen it

Posted: **Fri Nov 25, 2016 4:11 pm**

The simple misunderstanding between the two ladies having been cleared up, they remain cordial as they proceed in the company of Mister Witherly to the cottage of Mister Dupray. They are greeted by the single servant, who relates the fact that Mister Dupray does not wish to receive the ladies, although his condition has not changed, as far as the servant knows. He is willing to speak to Mister Witherly briefly. That gentleman goes to Mister Dupray in his chamber.

During his absence it is only natural that he should be the subject of conversation. It is impossible to fail to notice that he has a tendency to stare at Miss Carrow with unusual intensity, but treats her only with cool courtesy, while his behavior is more natural with Miss Davenport. After some time he returns.

"An extraordinary fellow," he says. "He has related the unhappy condition of his sister to me, and asked that I convey the information that she remains at peace in her madness. When I mentioned your name," he continues, with a bow to Miss Carrow, "he expressed some interest, but remained adamant that he is unable to bear the sight of -- you will excuse me -- two lovely young women, who remind him all too well of those who visit him in his sleep each night. I made inquiries as to whether he was, indeed, dreaming of the two of you specifically, and was assured that this was not the case, and that the resemblance was merely superficial, but sufficient to disturb him. I was also allowed to read some of his writings. Well! It is no threat to the memory of the late Mister Pope, although I must admit that his most recent poems are of a more serious and somewhat more artistic nature that the earlier ones, as if the illusory women of his dreams have acted as Muses.

"I am at a loss as to what might be done to relieve his distress. Perhaps you have some suggestion?"

Posted: **Fri Nov 25, 2016 6:01 pm**

"Indeed, it is most vexing that he will not see us," Lila replies. "But I suppose the poor man must be in a nervous condition. Since we do not know the earthly motivations of these Phantoms it will be difficult to banish them entirely, nor can we rely upon Monsieur Dupray to carry out an act of Faith in his present state. I have had little opportunity to study the phenomenon but one supposes that if objects of iron or silver are to be used to repel Phantoms then they must be of a pure composition, which would rule out Doctor North's lodestone and likely my daggers also. Elizabeth, I note you wear a ring of silver. It is only an idea but perhaps you would consider letting Mister Witherly convey it to Monsieur Dupray to keep under his pillow when he sleeps? Perhaps this will allow him some surcease from these nightly visitations. I am sure the fact that the ring belongs to you in particular will encourage him to act where he might otherwise disregard the notion," she adds.

Posted: **Sat Nov 26, 2016 5:36 am**

"Using gold is the safest option," Henry says to Mr. Rachman. "It's expensive, but I can afford it. It will take some experimentation to find the proper quantity to use. If that doesn't work, copper is probably our best bet. Or perhaps iron, as Mr. Harcourt does seem anemic, at least around the new moon. Fortunately, I brought plenty of the metals in question with me from London."

Posted: **Sat Nov 26, 2016 3:05 pm**

Mister Rachman is able to supply the information that gold is most effective when used in bright sunlight. This will require waiting until tomorrow morning, when the sun will shine directly into Mister Harcourt's bedchamber. Herr Hoffer is very much willing to assist. "In what form will you administer the metal, my Lord?" he inquires.

Of course, Ivan is ready to undertake any task required by his master. It is not generally known, but Mister Rachman also has a servant available at his bidding.

All at Harcourt House retire for the night.

In the morning, it seems that Herr Hoffer cannot be found.
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If Miss Carrow is willing to part with the silver ring temporarily, it would seem wise to remain at the Dupray cottage for the evening. With Miss Dupray away for an indefinite time, her room and a guest room are available for the ladies. Mister Witherly is willing to remain in the main room for the night. "I have often slept in far worse conditions," he says.

Lucky remains with her mistress, regardless of which room she chooses.

Spoiler:

In the morning, Mister Witherly reports sleeping like the dead (not the best choice of words, perhaps) without dreams. Oddly, the two ladies have had the same dream. Each had a vision of two young women, strangely translucent in appearance. "Find us," one said. "Give us rest," said the other. Miss Carrow will recognize them as the two women she briefly glimpsed in the mirror. Their expressions spoke of yearning rather than malevolence.

Posted: **Sat Nov 26, 2016 5:14 pm**

Though loathe to be parted from the ring, Elizabeth, still feeling somewhat shamed by her earlier disparagement of Mr Witherley, agrees to Lilas's request, and the small silver ring is duly loaned.
The following morning she ireports the disturbing nature of her own sleep, and the resemblance of those dream phantoms to the females seen in the mirror, causes her to recount the vision to Mr witherley in the hope that it might prove of use in finaly releasing Antoine from the nightmares.

Posted: **Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:26 pm**

"But of course we must try to find and aid these troubled spirits," Lila says determinedly, perturbed by the experience. "One hesitates to make such accusations, however I cannot help but recall mention of two young women going missing from Mister Harcourt's staff previously. And after Mary's experience at the hands of Violette Dupray we know the madwoman had a ... proclivity for such as they. One is forced to wonder if there were not some less fortunate victims of Madame Dupray. There is that hidden chamber beneath the garden... Still, this is only conjecture on my part and Antoine at least appears none the wiser. Perhaps we had best be returning to Harcourt House for now."

Posted: **Sun Nov 27, 2016 4:58 am**

"We should add the gold to Mr. Harcourt's food," suggests Henry. "Since morning is the best time, that will be breakfast. If it's good enough for the King, it should be good enough for him."

Posted: **Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:56 pm**

By the time the ladies and Mister Witherly return, Mister Harcourt has ingested an appreciable amount of gold in the porridge which forms the bulk of his intake while in his weakened state. Barely able to communicate through a series of grunts and moans, he seems to indicate that his pain is somewhat relieved.

Spoiler:

There is also an noticeable effect on his general condition, although this seems fairly small. Multiple treatments will be necessary, if the substance continues to be tolerable. Alchemical tomes agree that this can only be done once per day.

Spoiler:

So far it seems that he can continue to ingest the substance.

Spoiler:

The only unintended effect so far is some mild elation, which may be beneficial. What the effects will continue to be is difficult to predict.

Meanwhile, Herr Hoffer is still not to be found. His belongings remain in the room where he has been residing, and all of the estate's horses and carriages are accounted for.

Posted: **Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:42 pm**

"Herr Hoffer cannot have gone far," Lila says, having been pleased to observe the progress made by Mister Harcourt under Doctor North's ministrations. "I will take one of the horses to make a sweep of the grounds and attempt to discern his tracks. Perhaps his unfamiliarity with the English countryside has led him to take a wrong turn somewhere."

Posted: **Thu Dec 01, 2016 2:58 am**

Spoiler:

Unfortunately there are no obvious indications as to where Herr Hoffer may have gone. None of the servants know anything about his whereabouts.

Posted: **Thu Dec 01, 2016 6:24 am**

"I've done all I can for Mr. Harcourt for today," says Henry. "I cannot give him another dose of gold until tomorrow morning. We must make good use of the time until then. Did Herr Hoffer leave a note? It's odd that he would just disappear."

Posted: **Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:54 pm**

Herr Hoffer has left no written messages, and mentioned nothing about leaving to anyone. The guests are called upon to handle the estate's affairs in his absence.

The night is uneventful. Treatment is resumed.

Spoiler:

Mister Harcourt seems quite a bit less bestial as a result of the gold treatment. He would seem to be about halfway back to full normalcy, and is tolerating the metal well. However, the unintended side effect of levity is quite pronounced. He seems to laugh inappropriately. What little can be made out of his speech seems frivolous and illogical.

Of greater concern, perhaps, is the fact that another note written in peculiar dark reddish ink has been left for Miss Davenport.

ONE GONE THUS ALL WHO OPPOSE ME

Posted: **Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:35 pm**

Lila reads this latest note with a sinking dread. One gone... Has Herr Hoffer fallen prey to their mysterious enemy? For a moment she wonders if the source of these threats might be located within Harcourt House itself--but better to investigate all other possibilities first. Gathering her weapons she takes a horse and heads out toward the ruined abbey and churchyard to begin another search. Recalling Mister Rachman's facility for tracking she requests that gentleman to accompany her.

Posted: **Fri Dec 02, 2016 6:37 am**

"I think he's definitely showing some improvement," says Henry. "The side effects are somewhat concerning, but they're milder than those of the other metals and certainly preferable to the curse. A couple more days of treatment should restore him, I think."

Posted: **Fri Dec 02, 2016 8:49 pm**

Spoiler:

Careful examination of the path leading to the ruins reveals a chaotic mixture of footprints. Mister Rachman is able to deduce that there was a struggle recently, as if someone were dragged in the direction of the ruins against his will.

The trail continue to the abbey and the graveyard, where it becomes more difficult to follow.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Fri Dec 02, 2016 10:42 pm**

"We have already encountered one Revenant from the graveyard," Lila muses grimly. "If Herr Hoffer was attacked by another such creature then among the dead would seem the likeliest place to search." She pauses as another thought strikes her. "Although the notes I received suggested a greater intelligence than a mindless Revenant ... and Herr Hoffer has been missing for two nights now while the only shelter nearby is the ruined abbey... Still, let us first make certain that none of the graves are disturbed. And let us be on our guard."

Posted: **Fri Dec 02, 2016 11:16 pm**

Spoiler:

The adventurers search among the graves. Mister Rachman is able to determine that the contents of one have been recently exhumed, and the grave carefully arranged in an attempt to make it seem as if it had been left undisturbed.

If the adventurers wish to open the grave, they will require the proper tools and possibly some help.

Posted: **Sat Dec 03, 2016 12:38 pm**

"I fear the worst for Herr Hoffer," Lila mutters, her fingers straying reflexively to the stake in her haversack. "Let us return to Harcourt House to fetch tools and assistance. And perhaps Doctor North and Miss Carrow ought to be here as witnesses."

Posted: **Sun Dec 04, 2016 6:42 pm**

It is thought best to wait until the next day to return to the graveyard, since it has taken until late afternoon to return to Harcourt House. The night is uneventful.

Mister Harcourt's treatment continues.

Spoiler:

His recovery continues at a moderate pace, with no obvious intolerance for the gold, and no worsening of his inappropriate levity. Another day may bring complete recovery, if no problems occur.

Magda seems to be in improved spirits as Mister Harcourt's condition improves.

The adventurers have the rest of the day to plan who will return to the graveyard, and what equipment they will need. Mister Witherly expresses a willingness to participate in the excursion.

Posted: **Sun Dec 04, 2016 9:16 pm**

"Shovels, lanterns and a crowbar will be necessary," Lila says. "Hopefully these can be borrowed from the house's stock. There will be some digging and lifting to be done. I hesitate to ask such a thing of the regular servants but perhaps Davros or Doctor North's manservant can be persuaded to assist in the physical labor. Mister Witherly, we should be most glad of your presence. Elizabeth, I quite understand if you do not wish to partake of this unsavory enterprise," she adds, recalling Miss Carrow's propensity for fainting.

Posted: **Mon Dec 05, 2016 1:39 am**

"Ivan is more than capable of any heavy lifting and manual labor required," says Henry.

Posted: **Mon Dec 05, 2016 12:24 pm**

Elizabeth inclines her head slightly towards Lila, "Thank you for your concern, but I would not dream of remaining here in safety while my dear friends face uncertain dangers" She smiles, but in reality has more fear of being alone in this house that in some dark graveyard with her comrades, "Besides, I may be of some small assistance"

Posted: **Mon Dec 05, 2016 11:20 pm**

There is sufficient daylight left to undertake this unpleasant task. With the proper tools, Ivan is able to open the grave with little trouble, assisted when necessary by others.

"I trust we will not be arrested as graverobbers," Mister Witherly observes. "The Old Bailey holds no charms for me."

Ivan opens the lid of the coffin. Within lies the lifeless body of Mister Hoffer. The extreme paleness of his skin suggests that he has been drained of blood.

There is somber silence among the witnesses. Miss Carrow, having been prepared for a disturbing sight, is able to avoid losing consciousness. It is also evident that this is a sight with which Miss Davenport is all too familiar.

Posted: **Tue Dec 06, 2016 5:25 am**

"Good work, Ivan," Henry tells his servant. He then regards the drained corpse. "Completely exsanguinated. I'm no expert on the subject, but I can't help thinking that Herr Hoffer has been the victim of a vampyre - or he has been made to appear that way."

Posted: **Tue Dec 06, 2016 12:20 pm**

Elizabeth, despite the ice that suddenly fills her veins at sight of the corpse, is able, this time, to maintain a degree of composure, notwithstanding the slow trickle of sweat that inches its way down her spine. She reaches out and takes Henry's arm for support, while whispering, as if afraid her voice may disturb others from their sleep, "Vampyres? But surely they are nothing more than creatures of myth and imagination?"

As she utters the question, her mind flashes back to the party at the Dupray's and the odd fellow costumed as one of those creatures. Surely not, she thinks, and thrusts the image from her thoughts

Posted: **Tue Dec 06, 2016 1:30 pm**

Lila's heart sinks at the familiar yet all too terrible fate which has befallen Herr Hoffer. She feels partly responsible for his death: if she had not been gone that night to try to help Antoine Dupray with his visions then perhaps she could have done something to prevent Herr Hoffer's demise.

"They are no myths, I fear," she replies to Elizabeth then steels herself for what she knows must now be done. "Those who have died an unnatural death may be cursed to rise again as one of the undead unless the necessary steps are taken," she tells the others, as she pulls out a wooden stake and mallet. She drives the stake through Herr Hoffer's heart with a single blow, anger lending her strength.

I will find and destroy the abomination which did this.

Posted: **Tue Dec 06, 2016 4:04 pm**

Elizabeth listens to Lila's words yet only half hears them as she watches her comrade hammer a wooden stake into the corpse of the deceased Herr Hoffer. As a result the clouds of darkness, which until now she had kept at bay, engulfed her vision, with a short gargled cry of "Henry, I..!" she falls into a deep swoon.

OOC: No roll needed, Elizabeth true to her nature faints. Trusting that Henry will catch her before she hits the dirt.

Posted: **Tue Dec 06, 2016 11:21 pm**

Once the stricken Miss Carrow has recovered from her spell, it is a melancholy party which makes its way back to Harcourt House. It is not surprising that all spend a restless night.

The next morning, despite the unnerving experience of the previous evening, Mister Harcourt's treatment must continue.

Spoiler:

To the relief of all, the treatment appears to be completely successful. Mister Harcourt appears quite well, aside from a certain inappropriate lightness of manner. When the events of the night are related, for example, his reaction is limited to "Tut, Tut," and "Poor old fellow." He then seems to forget about Herr Hoffer's terrifying fate entirely. Rather he takes to drinking an immoderate quantity of wine and spirits, making jokes which are not always in the best possible taste, and grabbing the hands of the ladies' and spinning them around, quite against their will, in a mockery of formal dances.

Suddenly his attention to drawn to Magda, who has witnessed this transformation with no small degree of astonishment.

"We shall marry immediately."

Before she can reply, he turns to Mary and Davros. "You also. Oh, ho, do not to pretend that such has not been on your mind, my son! Yes, I publicly acknowledge you as my true heir, and tonight you shall be legitimized. We shall have a double wedding! Quickly, someone go fetch a clergyman."

"If I may offer my services," Mister Witherly says, "I may be able to save you much time. I am, in fact, a vicar. I am not currently associated with a particular parish, due to certain difficulties, but I am able to perform the ceremony."

Mister Harcourt claps his hands together rapidly. "Splendid! If there are no objections, let us proceed."

Despite some astonishment, it would seem that Mary and Davros are nothing loath to be bound in holy matrimony. Even Magda, her wild Gypsy spirit somewhat tamed by the loss of her fellows, is compliant.

It seems that the unconventionally swift nuptial ceremonies will soon begin.

Posted: **Wed Dec 07, 2016 4:35 am**

Henry shakes off his morose mood from discovering the remains of Herr Hoffer, elated at the success of his treatment and the impending joyous occasion. Mr. Harcourt's joviality seems to be contagious, and he is emboldened to make his own pronouncement. Getting down on one knee before Elizabeth, he stares up into her beautiful eyes. "Elizabeth, my darling," he says, finally admitting his feelings. "I love you more than you can possibly imagine. I've loved you for some time, though I was afraid to admit it, even to myself. You have made me happy for the first time in far too long. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you as happy as you have made me. Will you marry me? If you wish to wait, I will understand, though I would be very pleased to make this a triple wedding."

Posted: **Wed Dec 07, 2016 12:23 pm**

Elizabeth stares down at the kneeling Henry, clouds of confusion and apprehension crowding her mind, "Sir" she began thoughtfully, "I am most flattered by the earnestness of your words, and if times were different I would treat them with proper consideration. But, alas, I think this not the proper place or time to declare such intention" Realising that her words may seem unfeeling and harsh she smiles her most radiant smile and gently places a hand upon the kneeling suitors head. "Dear Henry, you are dear to me and I would not banish any hope for the future. Pray you wait until this danger we now find ourselves in has passed and ask me again. My answer may be somewhat different"

Posted: **Thu Dec 08, 2016 4:36 am**

Henry tries not to be disappointed, and the fact that he still has hope for the future helps. "Thank you, Elizabeth, my dear," he says, standing again. "As you wish. I shall wait as long as necessary."

Posted: **Sun Dec 11, 2016 7:11 am**

Mister Witherly has an announcement to make.

"As reluctant as I am to depress the mood of this gathering, I am afraid that some of you may be laboring under a misconception as to how we may proceed with this business. Although it is true that I am a vicar, from a parish which I will not name at this time, Lord Harwicke's Marriage Act of 1753 (more properly known as 'An Act for the Better Preventing of Clandestine Marriage') requires the calling of banns or the obtaining of a license, as well as residence in the parish associated with the clergyman presiding over the marriage and a wedding ceremony performed in a church of that parish. Since it appears that the happy couples involved would prefer to avoid the trouble and delay that this would require, I may be able to suggest an alternative plan.

As you may be aware, the marriage laws of Scotland are not nearly so strict. In point of fact, almost anyone can perform a wedding ceremony in that country, as long as there are two witnesses. We have no shortage of witnesses, so that should present no problems, and I will be able to offer my services once we have crossed the border.

As a practical matter, the most easily reached village in Scotland is Gretna Green. It is already famous as a place where eloping English couples marry quickly. Although I do not suggest that we ride at as wild a pace as Dick Turpin is reputed to have sped from London to York, it seems likely that we could reach the place in, say, a week of reasonably comfortable travel.

What say you all to this plan?"

Posted: **Sun Dec 11, 2016 1:42 pm**

"Perhaps it would be as well that Mister Harcourt should remove himself from danger's reach for a time," Lila concurs after a moment's consideration, at first somewhat surprised by Mister Witherly's suggestion but perceiving a certain practical sense. "I should not wish to see any further harm befall innocents such as poor Herr Hoffer. If all are in agreement I suggest we leave immediately and do not allow word of our destination to become public knowledge lest our foes should follow."

Posted: **Sun Dec 11, 2016 7:35 pm**

"Yes, I think that is for the best," says Henry, though he can't be sure that they are leaving the danger behind.

Posted: **Mon Dec 12, 2016 4:43 am**

As there seems to be general agreement, the arrangements for an excursion to Scotland are begun. The night passes uneventfully, and the journey begins early the next morning.

Spoiler:

The company is in great good luck. Due to excellent weather and the fortuitous appearance of a pair of swift mail coaches bound for Scotland, only one night will need to be spent at an inn. This requires constant travel from sunrise to sunset, so length of the summer day is most helpful. One coach carries Mister Harcourt, Magda, Davros, and Mary. The other carries the four adventurers and Mister Witherly, who seems more than willing to ride with the driver.

The coaches proceed with unusual speed, stopping only to change horses, pay tolls, and attend to the demands of nature. So much time has been saved on the first leg of the journey, in fact -- no doubt due to the fact that the roads are in much better condition in the southern half of the route -- that it will be possible to spend some time exploring a remarkable folly seen not far from a picturesque part of the highway.

Spoiler:

The folly is in the form of a classical rotunda, such as might have been used as a pagan temple. It is located near a small lake. It appears to be in fine shape (unlike many follies, which are deliberately built to resemble ruins.) There appears to be some sort of statue within it, although its exact form cannot be determined from the coaches. The adventurers may choose to explore it. It seems like a good place for a pique-nique, as the French refer to an informal meal consumed out of doors.

Posted: **Mon Dec 12, 2016 12:42 pm**

"Oh look, how quaint" Says Elizabeth pointing from the coach widow to the building, "That looks an ideal place to rest a moment. And to explore, for I wonder who the statue is of" Without awaiting any reply she alights from the coach and begins to walk towards the folly, calling over her shoulder as she goes, "Dear Henry, perhaps you might call upon your man to bring the baskets of food we prepared earlier. Mary, bring blankets to set upon the ground as I hear they do in France"

Posted: **Tue Dec 13, 2016 4:15 am**

The party proceeds to the folly. It is a particularly fine day, the intensity of the sun's rays subdued by fluffy white clouds that drift by lazily. The emerald grass surrounding the rotunda allows Lucky to romp and play. Mister Rachman's own unusual pet looks on with eyes that seem wiser than one might expect from a beast. A light meal of hearty bread, hard cheese, and fresh fruits is enjoyed by all. The horses crop at the grass in a contented manner. Ivan, the drivers, and Mister Harcourt amuse themselves by tossing stones across the surface of the lake. (It is evident that the drivers consider this familiarity to be not quite appropriate.)

The statue proves to be a gilded image of Venus, in an undraped state. Apparently the folly is designed to be a rendezvous for lovers, or possibly a gathering place for libertines. In any case, at the moment it is a peaceful spot, where one might easily fall into sleep.

After a while Mister Witherly inquires of Miss Davenport if she would care to accompany him on a short walk. "I have matters to discuss which might darken the joyful mood of this happy place."

Posted: **Tue Dec 13, 2016 4:17 am**

"An excellent suggestion, Elizabeth," says Henry, also stepping out of the carriage. "Come, Ivan, bring the baskets. We're going to have a pique-nique!" He starts following her.

Posted: **Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:08 pm**

"But of course, sir," Lila replies to Mister Witherly. "Do please excuse us," she says to the others with a curtsy. She is a little relieved of the distraction, for the prevailing mood of gaiety and romance hasn't quite managed to lift her own foreboding spirits since the death of Herr Hoffer.

Posted: **Thu Dec 15, 2016 4:50 am**

Mister Witherly's Story

It cannot have escaped your attention that a clergyman away from his parish for an extended period of time is not commonly encountered. Nor am I unaware that my manner does not reflect that expected of a vicar. Once I was a simple, untroubled soul, who preached of God's love and mercy. Now . . . well, I no longer speak from a pulpit, but if I did I am afraid that my sermons would dwell upon the trials of Job, of the destruction of the cities of the plain, of God's wrath.

I sense that you have suffered a great loss. I see it in the way you often stare at the horizon with haunted eyes. I, too, have felt such bereavement. To speak plainly, I am married. My wife, whose name I will not mention, was, as it is written in Scripture, a treasure beyond rubies. She possessed that shining virtue which one finds in Miss Carrow. I say "was," although she still lives, and we are still bound in holy matrimony.

We simple mortals stumble through this imperfect world, often falling into sin, climbing out of it only to fall again and again. But we rarely fall so far that we cannot find our way back. When an angel falls, she may easily fall into a bottomless pit, never to recover the light.

My wife left me for a wandering poet, a notorious atheist and anarchist, with whom she lives openly, going so far as to bear his child. The scandal drove me away from my parish, although my superiors were merciful enough to allow me to retain the privileges of my office. The kindness of many, such as the General and His Grace, allow me to keep body and soul together as I wander hither and yon restlessly.

You know that I am one to speak bluntly. Allow me to confess that I greatly admire you, as friend and companion and kindred spirit. Would that it might be more! Those simple words, "till death us do part," bind my heart with chains stronger than steel.

Let us return to the others. I believe it is time for us to continue our journey.

Posted: **Thu Dec 15, 2016 12:02 pm**

"Indeed, good sir," Lila replies. "I am sorry to hear of your plight but I am glad that you felt able to confide so frankly in me. I see that I was not wrong in my estimation of you."

Despite her conciliatory words she cannot help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 4:40 am**

The travelers continue onward as the sun makes its way to the western horizon. It is nearly dusk when the coaches arrive at the Swan, an inn not far from Stoke-on-Trent. Accommodations are quickly arranged. The ladies will have to share a large room, two in each bed. The gentlemen will be forced to share a smaller room, and will most likely elect to take turns napping in chairs while one occupies the single bed. It is not surprising, due to the excitement of the journey, that all are weary, yet sleep restlessly.

By coincidence, at a time when each of the four adventurers happens to be awake while the others are sound asleep, a scratching sound is heard. The exact source of it is difficult to determine. Should one disregard it as the scampering of mice, or the movement of branches in the wind, and simply go back to sleep? Should one take the chance of waking one's companions and investigate? There is sufficient moonlight to make a cursory search. Taking time to light a candle would allow one to make a more thorough examination, but would be likely to disturb the others in the room. One might choose to rouse the landlord, but he appears to be a temperamental fellow, and would not appreciate being bothered unless the matter is of great importance.

Everyone else is in the realm of Hypnos. What will you do?

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 4:52 am**

Henry doesn't want to light a candle at this point, but he does rouse Ivan to assist him in the search, in case there is danger.

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 8:11 pm**

The master and servant try to move quietly in the dim moonlight.

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Unfortunately, Doctor North stumbles against a small table, sending it clattering to the floor and waking the other gentlemen, some of whom shout out, having no doubt been roused while dreaming. The noise seems to bring the scratching sound to an end. Apologies are made and all return to sleep.

The sound continues in the ladies' chamber.

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 9:13 pm**

Coming suddenly alert at the sound, Lila gets up, wrapping herself in a cloak over her linen shift. She glances at Elizabeth lying beside her, sensing her also awake, before moving to investigate -- deciding against lighting a candle for fear of alarming Magda and Mary in the other bed. Uneasy since Herr Hoffer's demise, she already has her dagger drawn, ready to strike any intruder...

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 9:40 pm**

Spoiler:

Miss Davenport is able to move silently through the room; so much so, in fact, that Miss Carrow is lured back into a light slumber.

The strange noise seems to come from everywhere in the room, flitting about from place to place with no evident pattern. At times it seems to be tapping against the window; at others, coming from the floor or the ceiling.

Miss Davenport will have to decide whether to wake Miss Carrow for assistance (which may be done, due to the very light sleep to which she has surrendered, without disturbing the others) or whether to continue exploring on her own, with or without more light. If the room is to be searched, a choice must be made as to what part of it will be examined. (The room consists of two beds, a table with two chairs, a wardrobe, and a washstand with basin. There is one door and one window.)

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 10:42 pm**

Lila wonders if some small creature has become trapped in the room. Knowing of Elizabeth's facility with animals since her charming of the fox, she wakes Miss Carrow to aid in searching. Lila goes over to the window first.

Posted: **Fri Dec 16, 2016 11:12 pm**

Spoiler:

Miss Carrow is able to sneak out of bed as quietly as a mouse. At her side is faithful Lucky.

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The cunning little vixen dashes about from place to place in the room, sniffing at something or other, glancing now and then at her mistress as if to communicate something.

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However, that lady does not notice anything unusual.

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Miss Davenport is able to notice scratches made on the outside of the window, as if by some object of extraordinary sharpness and hardness, such as a diamond. In the distance, glowing softly in the moonlight, is a patch of white mist. This seems strange, since the night is otherwise quite clear.

Posted: **Sat Dec 17, 2016 4:13 pm**

"What is it little one? What do you see?" whispers Elizabeth to Lucky watching the creatures behaviour. It is at times like this she wishes the animal could talk.

Then. abruptly, her eyes are drawn to Lila peering through the window into the darkness, "Is there anything there?"

Posted: **Sat Dec 17, 2016 8:15 pm**

Her unease mounting, Lila describes what she has seen. She reaches for her pistol, her gaze fixed upon the glowing mist, listening intently for any further sounds.

Posted: **Sat Dec 17, 2016 9:33 pm**

The mist undergoes an eerie metamorphosis into the shape of a very tall, very thin human figure, like someone seen at a distance through thick fog. It darkens into a cadaverous man wearing a long black cape. His eyes seem to glow like coals. He raises one bony hand. Although he seems too far away for words to carry without shouting, both ladies hear a soft, hissing voice.

let me in let me in

Miss Davenport's reaction to this plea could not be more negative. Far from yielding to the suggestion, she feels compelled to seek out and destroy this being, as if he is her Nemesis.

In sharp contrast, Miss Carrow seems drawn to the voice. Due to her inherent purity of heart, however, she is able to resist the mesmeric suggestion.

Having failed in his quest to gain entry, the being walks away, now appearing to be nothing other than an ordinary man.

Posted: **Sun Dec 18, 2016 12:42 pm**

Obviously somewhat discomfited by what she has observed, Elizabeth turns to Lila, "Who was that I wonder? There was something enchanting and commanding about him. I felt an urge to open the window and bid him enter, yet something seemed to warn me against such an action"

She turns to where Lucky still whines and sniffs, stooping to pick him up and quieten him, "I suggest we wake the others so they might be advised to the strange man's precense"

Posted: **Sun Dec 18, 2016 3:46 pm**

Lila draws in a shuddering breath as she watches her foe retreat, her grip tightening on the hilt of her dagger in fury. She is shaken from her urge to pursue by Elizabeth's voice. "No!" she replies vehemently. "You and I were able to resist his mesmerism but what of the others? Mary? Doctor North, even? Would you see Herr Hoffer's fate befall them also? It is well only we were awake, for the Vampyre master is a creature of great cunning and malice. You must remember, one such as he cannot enter unless invited. Sleep, if you can. I will remain watching in case of his return."

Posted: **Sun Dec 18, 2016 7:31 pm**

The evening continues to wane. Dawn finds Miss Davenport still watchful, but the mysterious man does not return.

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The party heads out soon after first light. The roads are not as well-maintained as those in the South, but the coaches proceed at a good pace. If all goes well, the adventurers should arrive at their destination by nightfall.

The journey is unremarkable until the late afternoon, at a particularly wild part of the highway, where the coaches must slow their pace. The road is narrow and surrounded by gnarled and twisted trees of great age. As the lead coach turns at a sharp corner, the driver pulls back on his reins sharply. The second driver is barely able to keep his coach from crashing into the leader. The passengers are shaken but unharmed.

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A pair of wolves stand directly in the path of the lead coach. They appear to be ordinary enough animals, although to find one in England, even this far north, is remarkable, their kind thought to have been eliminated a century or more ago. It will be impossible to maneuver the coaches around them, due to the narrowness of the road.

The lead coachman snaps his whip at them in an attempt to drive them away. They bark at him angrily, but do not move. When he starts to descend, they snap at him, driving him back to his seat. "Sell my soul for a pistol," he murmurs. The four horses nicker nervously.

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One horse drawing each coach panics and attempts to burst from its harness. The coachman, in each case, is able to keep the other animal under control. Depending on circumstances, it may be necessary to let the frightened horses loose, and proceed with a single beast, slowing the rate of travel. However, if the wolves are slain or driven off, the terrified brutes may be calmed. However, that is all speculation at this point. Nothing can be done while the wolves continue to block the way. They seem determined to continue their unnatural vigil for some time. Whenever anyone attempts to leave one of the coaches, one of the wolves launches itself at that person, forcing retreat. It is evident that they will attack whoever dares to stand ground.

The sun will set in a few hours.

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 2:00 am**

"I've got a pistol," says Henry. "I'm a fair shot, but if someone else is better, you can borrow it."

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 2:48 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
OOC,Who is in each coach? Is it the gentlemen in one and the ladies in the other? [b]Lila[/b] would be the best shot, but if she's not in my coach, I can't pass her my pistol. Of course, she has her own now.

Spoiler:

Mister Witherly, seated beside the driver of the front coach, broods a moment, then announces "If there is no other means to escape these creatures, I will descend and distract them while the others make their escape. There are far worse reasons to sacrifice oneself." This seems an extreme strategy, unless the situation becomes truly desperate.

Magda, seated next to Mister Harcourt and gripping his hand tightly, whispers to Miss Carrow and Doctor North, who are also in the front coach, "They not free. They are slaves."

In the second coach, Mary clutches her rosary in fear. Davros attempts to comfort her. They look at Miss Davenport and Mister Rachman as if to ask what can be done.

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 3:35 am**

"Then it does not seem right to shoot them, if they act not of their own volition," Henry whispers back. "If they are slaves, who is their master?"

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 11:41 am**

Elizabeth shudders at Henry's question, her thoughts flying back to the previous night and the strange figure that Lila had called a 'Vampyre'. Did such a creature have control over wild beasts? For a moment she considered telling Henry of the strange figure observed from the window of the inn, but wasn't sure that this was the time. Anyway if the appearance and behaviour of the wolves was in some way connected to the Vampyre, then Lila, who seemed most knowledgable about these things, would know and presumably know how to deal with them.

However, the situation is most discomforting. Elizabeth feels a chill gnawing at her core. "I have a feeling", she whispers to no one in particular, "That if we tarry here long enough we may meet their master for ourselves"

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 1:24 pm**

Perturbed by the wolves' unnatural behavior, Lila leans from the open window of the coach, clutching her pistol as she peers searchingly out into the dimness among the gnarled trees surrounding the road, knowing that while daylight remains the children of the night must remain in the shadows.

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:24 pm**

"Perhaps there is something I can do," Mister Rachman says. By this time his companions are not terribly surprised that he makes strange gestures with his Oriental dagger.

Spoiler:

Although the wolves seems slightly startled for a moment, this effect does not last, and they remain vigilant.

With an expression of chagrin, Mister Rachman says "That does not appear to have been very helpful." He leans toward Miss Davenprt and says softly "You are aware that there are, as your great poet has written, more things than are imagined in the philosophy of many. There are other things that I can do if necessary. The simplest of these would be to ensure that we have a source of light when darkness falls.

With somewhat more difficulty, I can perform a ceremony which will either protect this coach from unnatural dangers, or else increase the effectiveness against such of any one weapon which you bear. I tell you frankly that performing the ceremony will require several minutes during which I must be outside this coach, with all the risk that implies."

Indicating the monkey which accompanies him like a faithful servant, he adds "It is also possible for me to send my friend here out to do battle, or to perform some other errand, within a distance of a mile or so. I must tell you, however, that his loss or destruction would be a greater blow to me than I am able to tell you.

I will follow your judgment in these matters."

Posted: **Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:08 pm**

"We must make every effort to reach shelter before darkness falls," Lila replies. "And I would not see you put yourself at such risk. I had thought that the being which is controlling these animals must be nearby but we should be unlikely to strike him among the trees from here. Unless you possess some arcane method of breaking the hold upon the wolves we may need to seek a more pragmatic approach. But I would not wish to simply shoot these animals." She considers the equipment at her disposal. "I have some dried meat in my haversack. Perhaps Doctor North has some form of sedative among his medical equipment which could be used to drug the meat, then toss it to the wolves and thus render them unconscious. We could use your monkey to convey the items between the coaches. But let us confer with the others on our strategy. Perhaps they will have a better idea." Lila leans from the window to call across with these suggestions.

Posted: **Tue Dec 20, 2016 6:12 am**

"An excellent plan!" Henry calls back. "I do carry sedatives. If the monkey jumps from the roof of one coach to the roof of the next, it can avoid danger from the wolves. it can bring the meat to me, and I can dose it. It should also be able to throw the meat. Monkeys are known for their agility." He sees how disturbed Elizabeth has become. "Fear not, Elizabeth, my dear. I am confident we will be moving in short order and reach shelter before nightfall."

Posted: **Tue Dec 20, 2016 11:53 am**

Elizabeth smiles at Henry, touched by the depth of his concern. "I wonder, if these be no more than natural creatures enslaved in some manner then might it not be possible to calm them somewhat? As you know I have some affinity for wild animals..." she gestures to the curled up form of Lucky who seems unperturbed by the situation, "Might it not be that I can charm the beasts into leaving us be that we might pass?"

Posted: **Tue Dec 20, 2016 8:34 pm**

Miss Carrow makes an attempt to speak gently to the wolves. They respond only with growls. It would seem that, if it is true that they are under the command of some other force, it is far too strong to be broken in this manner.

With that plan of no avail, Mister Rachman speaks to his monkey in his own native tongue, which the creature seems to understand clearly. It undertakes the mission entrusted to it.

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Alas! The animal tumbles to the ground as it attempts to reach the front coach. One wolf remains blocking the front coach, while the other races to attack the monkey. As the wolf approaches, the monkey prepares to strike first.

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The monkey slashes at the charging wolf.

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Its claws are surprisingly sharp, and draw blood.

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In fact, they tear open the wolf's throat and leave it dead.

Having escaped from danger, the money retreats to its master. Its experience reveals that leaping from one coach to the other is too difficult a task to accomplish.

The sun is very low.

Posted: **Tue Dec 20, 2016 9:56 pm**

"A wretched business but there is nothing else for it," Lila mutters grimly, and fires her pistol at the remaining wolf.

Posted: **Tue Dec 20, 2016 11:36 pm**

Spoiler:

The second wolf is badly wounded and slinks off into the woods, apparently no longer under the control of its unseen master.

The drivers make an attempt to calm the horses.

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One of the horses reined to the lead coach cannot be controlled and must be unharnessed. The party must proceed at a reduced pace, so that they arrive after dark.

The village of Gretna Green, located just beyond the border of England and Scotland, is used to accommodating eloping couples. Therefore there are a number of inns with rooms available, at a rate somewhat higher than one would expect. In any case, a sufficiency of rooms are available at Gretna Hall. The travelers may decide how best to arrange themselves (always keeping in mind the proprieties of unmarried persons of different sexes lodging within the same walls.)

Posted: **Wed Dec 21, 2016 3:13 am**

"There are ten of us," says Henry, "so that means five rooms. I can share a room with Ivan. That leaves four ladies and four gentlemen for the other rooms."

Posted: **Wed Dec 21, 2016 12:05 pm**

"It is clear that we must remain vigilant," Lila says. "Mister Harcourt, I would advise you share a room with Mister Rachman. Mister Witherly, I trust you and Davros will be comfortable. I will share with Mary, thus allowing Miss Carrow and her fox to watch over Magda. At the earliest opportunity I will seek to obtain some garlic bulbs from one of the cooks or a local shop, which will offer a degree of protection."

Posted: **Wed Dec 21, 2016 8:26 pm**

Night having fallen and the shops closed, it is impossible to obtain garlic at the moment, as it is an uncommon ingredient in Scottish cooking. Perhaps the lady has acquired a taste for it during an excursion in Italy? The inn can provide good oatmeal and mutton. It would be possible to prepare a fine haggis for the wedding feast.

The guests are taken to their rooms.

Spoiler:

The five small rooms (usually inhabited by newlyweds, who do not require much in the way of accouterments) are arranged in a row on one side of the inn. If one were to view them from outside, they would appear in this order.

Doctor North and Ivan (nearest the public area for dining and drinking)
Mister Witherly and Davros
Miss Davenport and Mary (nearest the kitchen, located in the center of the inn for warmth)
Mister Harcourt and Mister Rachman
Miss Carrow and Magda (nearest the landlord's private rooms)

Mister Harcourt, whose mood is still unusually elevated, is quite amused by Mister Rachman's monkey, who looks at him with wise, almost human eyes.

Magda seems a little suspicious of Lucky, foxes often being thought of as fay creatures. There are legends of the Good Folk taking the form of foxes in order to trick human beings.

The day having been one of no little excitement, the weary travelers are ready to fall into slumber.

Unseen by all in the sleeping village, a glowing mist approaches the inn.

Spoiler:

let me in let me in

Once more the voice -- or is it a voice at all? -- produces a sense of rage and a lust for vengeance in Miss Davenport's heart.

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In an apparent trance, Mary rises from her bed and goes to the window.

Posted: **Wed Dec 21, 2016 10:10 pm**

Stirred by a sudden agitation, Lila espies Mary's movements. Recognising the preternatural trance she leaps from bed and grasps Mary by the arms, shaking her urgently. She seizes the rosary she had seen Mary holding earlier and thrusts it into her hands, willing her to focus on the holy object.

Posted: **Thu Dec 22, 2016 3:57 pm**

The presence of the crucifix is sufficient to send the mist away. It moves to its next target. In the meantime, Mister Witherly and Davros, awakened by the happenings in the room next to theirs, make themselves presentable and hurry to see if the ladies are safe.

Meanwhile . . .

let me in let me in

Spoiler:

Mister Rachman is not influenced by the mesmeric spell, but, to his horror, his animal companion leaps to the window as if to open it. It requires all of Mister Rachman's skill and concentration to bring the beast back under his control, so that he is unable to prevent Mister Harcourt from reaching the window and enabling the mist to come into the room. Once it has entered, it resolves itself into the form of a tall, thin, pale man in dark clothing, his eyes red and glowing. His nails and teeth are sharp and pointed.

In a voice which seems to echo within the room as if it were coming from a vast, deep pit, the man says "Yes! I have my servant again! Not as I wished him, to be sure, but this is enough."

He seizes Mister Harcourt, who seems to be in a state of compulsion, by the throat in one bony hand. "Where is Davenport?"

He ignores Mister Rachman, who is busy performing an intricate ceremony with the aid of his monkey.

The persons in the room of Miss Davenport and Mary are able to hear what is going on in this room. Miss Carrow and Magda are also awake and aware of what is happening. Doctor North and Ivan are still asleep, being the farthest away, until someone comes to alert them. The same may be said of the landlord and his wife.

Posted: **Thu Dec 22, 2016 9:16 pm**

Without hesitation Lila snatches up her iron dagger and a vial of holy water then dashes to the next room to confront her hated enemy.

Upon seeing Mister Harcourt in the fiend's clutches, she halts. "Let him go."

Posted: **Sat Dec 24, 2016 1:57 pm**

As if in mock obedience to her wishes, the man (or whatever he may be) drops Mister Harcourt to the floor as if he were no more than a bundle of rags. His teeth and nails lengthen and his eyes glow more brightly.

During this transformation, in the hope that the being will not pay attention to his words, Mister Rachman whispers "I must have time to consecrate the room!"

In this more frightening form, the intruder says "So the game continues. When will you learn that there is nothing you have that I cannot take away from you?"

His words bring painful memories to Miss Davenport. There can be no doubt that this is the creature who has caused her so much pain and sorrow.

A dagger-like finger points to the prostate Mister Harcourt. "Take him back if you like. But I must have a servant. Who shall it be? Perhaps that toothsome little maiden who travels with you? Yes, she would make a tasty morsel. Will you offer me one of your companions, or shall I destroy you?"

Posted: **Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:05 pm**

The sound of voices from the room shared by Mr Rachman and Mr Harcourt, awakens Elizabeth. For a moment she is still drowsy from sleep, strange, she thinks, that those gentlemen should be having loud conversation at this time of night. The with a sudden burst of clarity, she hears the voice of Lila coming from the room.

With speed she throws a dressing gown to cover her nightdress and shakes Magda awake, "Quick, I think something is amiss in Mr Harcourt's room. Run to Dr North's room and fetch him and Mr Witherly both. Tell them to hurry for I fear something is amiss".

Having spoken she rushes to the room of Mr harcourt just in time to hear the last statement of the thin man and realises it is to Mary that he is referring, "No sir you shall not harm her. I defy you. I you feel the need to visit your hate on any here, then let it be me"

OOC: I am hoping that one of Elizabeth's special abilities may help her in this.

Posted: **Sun Dec 25, 2016 6:16 pm**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sun Dec 25, 2016 7:54 pm**

Taking advantage of the distraction provided by Elizabeth's arrival, Lila sharply flings a spray of holy water from the vial clutched in her hand at the intruder.

Posted: **Sun Dec 25, 2016 8:11 pm**

Having encountered this creature before, Miss Davenport has no need to use her Demonology skill. From his ability to transform into a mist, and the fact that he does not appear to be a recently buried corpse, it is clear that he is an Experienced Vampyre. Not as dangerous an opponent as a Master Vampyre, to be sure, but far more deadly than an Ordinary Vampyre.

Spoiler:

The vial of Holy Water strikes its target. It burns against the skin of the creature as it it were a powerful acid.

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The Vampyre has been wounded, with what appear to be deep burn scars on his pallid skin, but he is far from discouraged yet. He strikes back with nails that more closely resemble those of an animal.

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Miss Davenport is unable to avoid the sharp claws.

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They slash at her face, leaving a bleeding wound that is painful, but not life-threatening.

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Although she is shocked by this sudden scene of violence, Miss Carrow is able to control her terror and face the evil being. His attention is drawn to her, and he approaches her with a wicked smile, apparently all thought of the battle in which he is engaged forgotten.

Posted: **Mon Jan 02, 2017 4:41 pm**

At the 'vampyre's' approach Elizabeth's courage diminishes slightly, she swallows somewhat nervously. Yet the realisation that this may be her moment to shine dawns in her mind, she smiles her most beautific smile and curtsyies in the most elegant, given the circumstances, way. "Sirrah, my name is Elizabeth Carrow, I would be honoured if you would tell me yours and the purpose of your presence here"

Posted: **Mon Jan 02, 2017 8:39 pm**

The intruder is taken aback for a moment. It is evident that his attempt to make use of mesmerism on the two ladies is of no avail, due to the fact that one is his sworn enemy and one possesses so pure a soul that it cannot be corrupted through preternatural means. Apparently he is also not used to being addressed in a courteous manner.

In addition, the archaic term "sirrah," always used to address one of lower station, seems to have a humbling effect on the intruder. A clever ploy on the part of Miss Carrow, who has perhaps encountered the word in romantic novels set in historic times.

Spoiler:

The intruder takes on a more human form. His eyes only seem to be bloodshot rather than glowing. His teeth and nails are only unusually long and sharp, rather than beastly. "My Lady," he says, apparently in the belief that Miss Carrow is an aristocrat. "My name is Vasile Lupescu." He then mutters a few words in an Eastern European language.

Mister Rachman is too intent on his strange activities to pay attention to the intruder's words, but the two ladies are able to hear them clearly.

Spoiler:

By an interesting coincidence, both ladies are able to recognize the language as Romanian, and to understand its meaning. It is not at all surprising that Miss Davenport is familiar with the speech of her Nemesis. Miss Carrow's ability to understand it may be due, perhaps, to a servant of the Romanian nationality encountered during her childhood, when even infants seem to be gifted with the skill of acquiring various tongues.

In any case, the intruder's words may be translated as "Why I am acting such a fool? I must gain control of myself!"

By this time Doctor North, Ivan, and Mister Witherly arrive. The intruder appears to regain his aggressive nature.

Posted: **Mon Jan 02, 2017 10:16 pm**

Henry and Ivan rush into the room. Henry is carrying his pistol and cane, while Ivan has his sword cane, though it is still sheathed. They move past Elizabeth on either side and stand between her and the intruder. "Fear not, Elizabeth, my dear," says Henry. "We shall protect you."

Posted: **Mon Jan 02, 2017 10:28 pm**

Mr. Handy wrote:
OOC,Did we hear the earlier exchange before we entered the room? If so, I could use my aristocratic status and bearing against him as well.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:03 am**

"I am Henry North, Earl of Dunwich," says Henry, taking a bow before standing up to his full height. "Please explain your presence here, sirrah."

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:40 am**

Spoiler:

Having been, as the Bard put it, hoodwinked by Miss Carrow, the intruder is no longer so naive as to accept claims of high breeding at face value.

"So say you," he sneers, as his eyes once more take on an unnatural fire. He stares intensely at Doctor North.

Spoiler:

Doctor North struggles valiantly to resist the mesmeric power of the intruder, but to no avail.

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"Now, sirrah," the intruder says with great sarcasm, "you will order your man to fetch the little servant girl. Meanwhile, you will restrain the woman who dared to assault me. Quickly!"

In desperation, Mister Rachman continues to perform the ceremony which will consecrate this room. Will he be in time?

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 2:47 am**

Henry's will is suddenly no longer his own. "Ivan, fetch the little serving girl," he says in a dull monotone. Then he moves to restrain Lila.

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 3:31 am**

Spoiler:

Ivan seems somewhat taken aback by this command from his master.

Spoiler:

However, being unable to determine why he should not obey it, he goes off to perform the task.

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:30 pm**

Realizing that Doctor North has fallen afoul of Lupescu's mesmeric powers, Lila attempts to evade his restraining grip, shouting, "Mister Witherly, you must flee!"

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:17 pm**

Elizabeth is horrified by the sudden turn of events, it would seem that Henry has spoiled the moment somewhat and is now in thrall to this Lupescu creature. Need pressing she sends the vampyre a most imperial glance, eyebrows narrowed as if in anger and lips thinned in, what she hopes, is a most unhappy aristocratic manner.

Elizabeth realises that time is of the essence, and that, for whatever reason, she seemed to have some sort of power over the creature. She hopes that Henry's dramatic interruption has not overly spoiled the moment,

"How dare you sirrah, give commands to my servant. You shall release him immediately or suffer my displeasure"

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 9:24 pm**

Under compulsion, Doctor North attempts to restrain Miss Davenport.

Spoiler:

Perhaps because he is struggling against his own better nature, he is unable to do so. The intruder's sworn enemy remains free.

Meanwhile, Miss Carrow bravely attempts to intimidate the wicked personage again.

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"Fool me once," the intruder says with a sneer. It is evident that he has seen through this clever ploy.

By this time Ivan has returned with a confused Mary. As instructed, Mister Witherly has left the premises. Magda remains cowering in her room, as if aware that her Gypsy blood may attract unnatural evils. Davros, a loyal son, is at her side.

"A few moments more!" Mister Rachman cries.

The intruder's attention is drawn to the young Irish lass.

Spoiler:

For a moment Mary shows signs of fear, but they soon disappear.

"Welcome, my dear friend," she says to the intruder.

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 10:24 pm**

Spoiler:

Breaking free of Doctor North's unknowing grip and observing Mary fall under Lupescu's spell, Lila lunges forward and stabs with her dagger at the fiend.

Posted: **Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:24 pm**

Spoiler:

The blade strikes the intruder's chest. The blood which flows from the wound is unusually thick and black.

By this time Mister Rachman's consecration of the room has been completed. The intruder fades into a mist, sinks through the floorboards, and vanishes.

Doctor North is released from the mesmeric spell and recalls nothing that happened during it.

Mister Harcourt recovers his wits as well, and all seem back to normal (save for Miss Davenport's wound) with the exception of Mary.

"Why did you hurt him," she cries. "He only wishes to help us. We must go to him!"

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Posted: **Wed Jan 04, 2017 5:24 am**

Henry comes to his senses, unsure where the intruder has gone. "What just happened?" he asks, looking around. Then he notices Lila's wound. "You're hurt, Miss Davenport. Please allow me to help you."

Posted: **Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:46 pm**

"The intruder has been banished, thanks be to Mister Rachman," Lila replies, submitting to Doctor North's treatment. "Miss Carrow, perhaps you can calm Mary?"

Posted: **Thu Jan 05, 2017 4:40 am**

Henry attempts to stop the bleeding, but he only makes it worse. "My apologies," he says. "My hands are still shaking."

Posted: **Thu Jan 05, 2017 6:57 am**

Spoiler:

One cannot blame the physician for being upset after this strange experience. Miss Davenport's wound will heal, with time, but there will be a scar remaining.

Spoiler:

All attempts to convince Mary that the intruder is of a malign character are met with calm, but unswerving denial. She is convinced that he only wishes them well, and she is eager to seek him out and be of assistance to him. In all other matters she appears to perfectly rational.

Given her previous encounters with the one who calls himself Lupescu, Miss Davenport is able to deduce that Mary has been entranced into a state of preternatural devotion. Unlike mesmerism, in which the victim loses all will and is merely a puppet to be manipulated, a person in this condition is able to act freely, but will be motivated by a desire to do good to the one who has induced it. It is notable as well that, unlike mesmeric trances, which fade when the one who has created it retreats, the state of devotion will last until the next new moon.

Spoiler:

This will occur in a fortnight, less two nights.

The sun is beginning to appear in the East. Mister Witherly returns from outside. He reports nothing unusual, save for a wisp of fog which drifted off into the village, then faded into nothing just before dawn.

Despite the extraordinary events of the night, the engaged couples are ready to undergo the marriage ceremony, and Mister Witherly has no objection to performing the ritual. The landlord and his wife, who have just entered the room in an attempt to discover what the hue and cry was all about, are willing to provide a room for the weddings, as well as simple but hearty victuals, wines, ales, spirits, and sweetmeats. (For a fee, of course.)

The adventurers have some time to prepare themselves for the ceremony, as well as to discuss what further plans they may have, given their disturbing encounter.

Posted: **Thu Jan 05, 2017 1:21 pm**

"The Vampyre must have a daylight resting place nearby, perhaps a cellar or somesuch," Lila muses. "If time permits either before or after the wedding, and before night comes, a search of the village may be beneficial."

In the meantime she sets about trying to make herself presentable for the ceremony, conscious of the wound marring her appearance.

Posted: **Fri Jan 06, 2017 3:40 am**

"An excellent idea," says Henry. "We can also purchase items in town that would be effective against a Vampyre. You would know better than anyone what would be of use."

Posted: **Fri Jan 06, 2017 5:16 am**

It is well known that the bulbs and flowers of garlic are effective at repelling Vampyres of this kind and that they cannot abide holy symbols. A simple cross is sufficient. Holy water has already been shown to be an effective weapon, but obtaining more of the blessed substance will require locating a Papist who has a supply of it at hand, and Scotland is a firmly Presbyterian land. Equally challenging will be locating garlic in this place of oats and mutton, but perhaps some might be found growing wild.

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By late morning all is ready for the marriages to be consecrated. Given the circumstances, a simple ceremony seems most appropriate. As Mister Witherly reads the familiar words from the Book of Common Prayer, a single tear may be seen to fall from the eye of the landlord's wife, a simple soul. The grin which covers the ruddy face of the landlord may be ascribed to benevolence towards the happy couples, or to the anticipation of a healthy profit.

At the moment the couples are united, the door to the inn opens. The landlord and his wife are startled by the appearance of this unexpected guest, but the others are familiar with him. It is the highwayman, who has just witnessed the legitimization of his own birth.

Before anyone can say a word, the highwayman raises his left hand. "Peace," he cries. "I come to say farewell."

Posted: **Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:03 am**

Henry smiles and raises his own hand. "I welcome you in peace, on this joyous day!" says Henry. "It is good that you are here with your family. But why must you leave, now that you are once again reunited with them?"

Posted: **Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:23 am**

"I had not expected so warm a welcome from you, my Lord," the highwayman responds. "Do not mistake me for the Prodigal Son, come to share the fatted calf! Although I wish no further harm to any here assembled, I repent not of my actions. I have merely come to say that the comedy is ended, and the player shall retire from the stage."

With that he makes a low bow and withdraws. Magda rushes to him, and for a moment a pang of regret passes across his shattered features. Without speaking, he looses her grip and passes through the door. "William," she murmurs, revealing to all that the elder son was, indeed, named for his father.

"Let him go," Mister Harcourt says, in a more sober mood than he has been for some time. "What is done is done."

The sound of thunder is heard, despite the fact that the sky is entirely without clouds. From a distance one can make out the final words of the highwayman.

"I am ready."

The voice of another answers, but its words cannot be made out. Then there is only silence.

Anyone who possesses a black rose will discover that it has crumbled into ashes.

Posted: **Fri Jan 06, 2017 1:45 pm**

Lila goes to give her congratulations to the happy couples on their nuptials, but already her thoughts are turning to her enemy.

"Time is of the essence, since if we are able to locate the fiend's resting place before darkness comes we will have him at his weakest. The only ways a Vampyre can be truly killed are by beheading or immolation. I will ask the landlord if he is able to provide a torch and kindling. A simple cross will suffice for protection and these should be more readily available either to purchase or borrow than garlic or holy water. Miss Carrow, your fox's senses may be of assistance in tracking."

Posted: **Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:39 am**

Henry nods. "Then we must all wear crosses about our necks," he says. "Now we get to be the hunters instead of the hunted. I'd wager that pleases you, Lucky," he says to the fox, fairly certain what its life had been like before they had rescued her.

Posted: **Sat Jan 07, 2017 11:19 am**

The newlyweds repair to their respective accommodations, where we shall draw a curtain over their first moments together in the married state.

Not long after midday the adventurers allow Lucky to sniff the floor where the intruder last appeared, to see if she is able to pick up the scent.

Spoiler:

Unfortunately, the little vixen seems more interested in the mice which hide behind the walls of the room, and is unable to be of much help in their quest.

"A valiant effort," Mister Rachman remarks. "Perhaps my friend may be of some assistance." He mutters a few words in his own tongue to the monkey, who seems to listen as attentively as a bright student to a master.

Spoiler:

It appears that the creature has discovered something. With a single leap it bounds out an open window and scurries along a wide lane, much to the amusement of idle onlookers. The adventurers hurry to follow it.

The monkey leads them on a twisting path, between shops and houses and along dusty streets. Although Gretna Green is a village of no great size, its reputation as a convenient place to which eloping couples may abscond fills it with a wide variety of persons with whom one may have all manner of encounters. Particularly so, when one makes one's way down a dark, narrow alley between tall buildings.

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The monkey leads the adventurers into such an alley. At one point, where common experience dictates that there should only be a wall, there appears to be a street, where none should exist. The monkey waits for the adventurers to react. Will they explore this unexpected street, or continue down the alley? For reasons which are unclear at this time, the monkey does not express a preference. Perhaps there is something about this peculiar street -- surely it was not there a moment ago! -- which prevents it from continuing to track its prey.

Posted: **Sat Jan 07, 2017 12:48 pm**

"How odd" exclaims Elizabeth as she comes to a halt at this strange locale. Taking the opportunity to calm her breathing from the suprising spped of the small monkeys lead she turns to the others, "Which way? For it seems our little guide expresses no particular preference"

Posted: **Sat Jan 07, 2017 1:14 pm**

Lila peers uncertainly at the peculiar street.

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Posted: **Sun Jan 08, 2017 3:56 am**

Spoiler:

Miss Davenport's study of the preternatural yields some insight into the mysterious appearance of a street where none should be. Such phenomena, in the form of gates, doors, paths, and the like, when they suddenly come into being from nowhere, are associated with myths of Faery. These entryways allow mortals access to that realm, which is normally invisible, intangible, and otherwise hidden from the senses. For what reason an invitation to this land has been extended, and from whom, is impossible to determine at this point. The inhabitants of Faery exist in an extraordinary variety of forms, and their temperaments vary from mild curiosity about mortals to regal beneficence, and from playful, childlike mischievousness to deadly maleficence.

No doubt it is the presence of this strange manifestation which has confused the monkey, and prevented it from further tracking.

Posted: **Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:38 am**

"I must admit to being curious about this new street," says Henry, "but is that the way the Vampyre went? If it could not be, we shall have to pass it by."

Posted: **Sun Jan 08, 2017 1:37 pm**

Lila, too, is intrigued by this phenomenon but warns the others of its preternatural origin.

"Perhaps we should seperate in order to explore both routes."

Posted: **Sun Jan 08, 2017 8:51 pm**

"It seems most likely to me that the Vampyre would already have had his hiding place prepared before he came after us," says Henry. "I don't think this new street was here before, in which case he would not have gone in that direction."

Posted: **Sun Jan 08, 2017 10:05 pm**

"This is true," Lila replies. "I merely supposed that this gate may have been offered by an entity unconnected to our quarry from which we might learn something of interest. But you are correct, it seems more likely we should continue down this alley. The risk may outweigh the opportunity."

Posted: **Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:06 pm**

The trail having grown cold, apparently as an effect of the peculiar appearance of the previously unknown street, the adventurers must fend for themselves as well as they can. Besides the inn itself, the village consists of a number of small cottages, inhabited by tradesmen and craftsmen. The prince among these is, of course, the blacksmith, and the smithy is always a busy place during the day. In addition one can easily find the local wheelwright, basketmaker, carpenter, buttonmaker, glover, thatcher, cobbler, miller, burner of charcoal, tanner, sawyer, cooper, grocer, baker, brewer, and many others. There is as well a small school and a church. (The local churchyard may seem a likely place to investigate, as it is a place where one might be able to hide a new grave among old ones, but the profusion of crosses among the tombstones would render it an uncomfortable place, at best, for any Vampyre. Still, it is definitely a possibility.)

Posted: **Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:45 pm**

"The blacksmith is the hub of the community," Lila suggests. "Let us inquire if there has been ought unusual seen or heard in the village of late which might suggest the presence of an interloper."

Posted: **Tue Jan 10, 2017 6:39 am**

"I agree, that's the wisest course of action," says Henry. "We can describe his appearance and see if anybody remembers seeing him."

Posted: **Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:15 pm**

The smithy is a busy place. The smith is a giant of a man, naked to the waist, his deeply tanned skin slick with sweat. A leather apron is worn over his trousers. His hammer rings out as he strikes the red-hot metal against his anvil. Meanwhile, a young apprentice keeps the hearth glowing with a set of bellows. A few idlers hang about, conversing about an upcoming wrestling match. The smith is the evident favorite.

There are a few curious glances at the adventurers as they arrive, but otherwise they are not addressed. The party will need to decide to whom they will speak, and what will be said.

Posted: **Fri Jan 13, 2017 6:29 am**

"We should start by asking the onlookers if they've seen the one we seek," says Henry. "If they don't know, we can ask the smith and the apprentice. I'm sure people notice and gossip about strangers in town. There are probably some choice tidbits about us floating about, or there will be soon."

Posted: **Fri Jan 13, 2017 12:41 pm**

Elizabeth nods an agreement at Henry's suggestion and beaming her brightest smile proceeds towards one of the conversing group, "Gentlemen I ask your pardon but seek information on the possibility of your having seen a stranger hereabouts recently? He is tall and thin with a pallid complexion, and has a penchant for night"

Posted: **Sat Jan 14, 2017 12:04 am**

Seemingly flattered by being addressed by such a charming young lady, one of the idlers removes his cap and bows his head.

"Stranger, miss? Aye, seems there was such a one about yesterweek. Don't rightly know what 'pen chant' might be, but not one for daylight he was. Let me see, what was he was askin' 'bout."

"'Twas Caerlaverock," says another.

"Aye, the castle, ye ken? Hour's ride from town, on a bonnie steed, few hours by foot. Questions he asked, wished to find out if was still lived in. Spoke as if 'twas Prince Charlie's day! Told him it was all ruins now. What business might ye have with such a one, lass?"

Posted: **Sat Jan 14, 2017 8:01 pm**

"He is a madman," Lila interjects before Elizabeth can respond. "He has escaped from a hospital in London -- myself and Miss Carrow here are his nurses and this is Doctor North, his physician, come to return our patient. He is most dangerous and if you should see him again we would advise you and your fellows to avoid him. Is that not so, Doctor North?"

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 2:48 am**

"Yes, quite so," says Henry, playing along.

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 3:03 am**

This seems to draw the attention of the burly smith, who pauses briefly in his work.

"Lunatic or no, makes no difference to me. Paid a good price and got honest work from me and others."

The apprentice takes the chance to wipe his brow and catch his breath. "I should run mad, then. Tossed about sovereigns as if 'twere nothin'. Mind, I wouldn't stand him to a pint, seein' as how he's not friendly-like. But I'll not say nae to his gold."

"Back to work, Jock." The smith resumes his labors.

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:40 pm**

"Pray, what was the nature of this work you were hired to perform?" Lila inquires, addressing the smith.

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:45 pm**

"Gatework and such. Bit o' this, bit o' that. Seems to me he'd hired masons as well. Buildin' a house, if I had to guess."

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:56 pm**

Elizabeth nods, her smile widening and her cheeks taking on a deeper rosy flush with excitement, "Do you have any idea where this house is? I imagine you would have had to see the gateway in order to construct the gate to fit"

Posted: **Sun Jan 15, 2017 8:27 pm**

"Couldn't say, miss. Got my instructions, did what I was told, the works were taken away by the man himself. Strong he was, too. Carried things I'd not tackle. Course, they say a madman's strength ain't natural."

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:11 am**

"That's true enough," says Henry. "What instructions did he give? What are the dimensions of the gatework you constructed? Would they perhaps fit the dimensions of the castle's gates? He may have gotten the bizarre idea to try to live there."

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:46 am**

"Well, now, let me think. I recall 'twas three ells high and two wide. As for Caerlaverock, have to be mad indeed to want to live there. 'Tis naught but a ruin now. But if he's half as balmy as said, might be just the place for one such."

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 2:02 am**

"Ir might indeed," says Henry. "Could you please give us directions to Caerlaverock?"

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 2:40 am**

After some discussion among the locals (there always seems to be somebody who thinks he knows a "short cut") there is general agreement that Caerlaverock, or what remains of it, lies something more than a score of miles from Greta Green, nearly due west. The road leading to it is not of the best, but it usable. It would be a long walk or a moderate ride.

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:16 am**

"Very well. Let us ride forth while daylight remains," Lila says to the others.

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 9:02 pm**

"Thank you for your help," Henry tells the locals before joining Lila to head to the ruins.

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 10:44 pm**

Elizabeth smiles her best smile, "Indeed thank you sirs for your kindness"

She turns to follow the others, catching up quickly with Lila she whispers, "Is it wise to follow the creature to its lair, if indeed this castle ruins be so? Do we have sufficient weaponry for a confrontation? It seems that we have been lucky so far in our meetings with this thing, are we now to push our luck?"

Posted: **Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:08 pm**

Some planning is required for this excursion. It would be possible to quickly hire enough horses for the party (the smithy being an excellent place to arrange such matters) but the adventurers would not have sufficient time for other preparations. It would also be possible to return to the inn and make all the arrangements necessary for whatever reasonable equipment might be desired, but only at the cost of losing a day's time.

Posted: **Tue Jan 17, 2017 3:46 am**

"The most important thing is to make sure we can get there and safely back to the inn before sunset," says Henry. "If we leave directly from here, we may still have time. If we wait until tomorrow, there is no telling what he'll do tonight."

Posted: **Tue Jan 17, 2017 11:40 am**

"I agree," Lila concurs. "With Mary still under the fiend's sway 'twould be a risk to allow him to strike again. Yet this talk of gatework and masonry is concerning. If he has constructed some form of tomb we may find it impregnable without tools.

"A supply of Holy Water would be desirable but there is no certainty that we could obtain any in this Presbyterian land," she adds. "Miss Carrow, I have an extra dagger I shall lend to you for protection, though I hope you will not have cause to use it."

Posted: **Tue Jan 17, 2017 10:50 pm**

Arrangements are made for the necessary number of steeds and the expedition sets out. The ride is not unpleasant, with a warm morning sun at the back of our adventurers as they wend their way west through valleys and over hills. Often a glimpse of a gentle stream sparkles to the south as it flows to the Solway Firth.

The sun is nearly overhead when Caerlaverock is seen from a rise.

"Ah-ha," Mister Witherly says. "I thought I had heard that name before. Of course. During some antiquarian studies in which I was engaged some years ago, I came across a description of this ancient fortification. It dates back to about the year 1300. You will note, even at this distance, the striking triangular structure, as well as the double moats which surround it. Just a moment, please."

He removes quill, paper, and ink from his pack and makes a quick sketch of the castle.

"Here, to the best of my recollection, is the design of the interior of the place."

As the riders approach it can be seen that little remains of the outer moat save grassy marshes. The inner moat still survives, and is filled with dark green vegetation which permits very little of the water to be seen. The drawbridge still exists, although it appears to be in less than perfect condition. It has been let down, perhaps to allow the curious to investigate a site of great historic interest. It can be seen that much of the castle is in ruins, although some parts remain intact.

The party is able to circle the fortification to examine all sides. From the south, opposite the drawbridge, one can see that a portion of the outer wall has fallen, although the tower seems in reasonably good shape.

Posted: **Wed Jan 18, 2017 2:53 am**

It occurs to Henry that Holy Water would have been easier to come by had one of the Jacobite uprisings succeeded and Scotland had embraced Catholicism again, but Bonnie Prince Charlie had died earlier this year, and his cause had been long since lost. "We'll have to cross that drawbridge," says Henry. "It's the only way in, unless you fancy a swim."

Posted: **Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:57 am**

The group will have time to decide who should cross first. It is evident that the drawbridge, in its current state of disrepair, would not be safe for a very large number of persons, or, for that matter, more than one horse, if it were thought necessary to lead the mounts to the castle.

Posted: **Wed Jan 18, 2017 11:00 am**

"Perhaps Mister Witherly would be kind enough to hold the horses here while the rest of us venture inside?" Lila suggests. "I am happy to cross first, being fairly light and dexterous."

Posted: **Wed Jan 18, 2017 8:15 pm**

Elizabeth smiles at Lila, "Your willingness to face danger does you credit, but I think it might prove prudent to allow one of the gentlemen to cross first. Possibly one with a pistol" She turns to Henry and places a gentle hand on his arm, "Dear Henry perhaps you would be so kind?"

Posted: **Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:36 am**

"Normally, I let ladies go first," says Henry, "but under the circumstances, you raise a good point, dear Elizabeth. I would be willing to lead the way if Miss Davenport has no objection, though she is clearly more graceful than I and capable of looking after herself. On the other hand, she is wounded. It is an excellent idea to have someone hold the horses. If they are not here when we leave, we might not get back to safety before dark."

Posted: **Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:00 pm**

"As you wish, Doctor," Lila replies. "But please be careful."

Posted: **Fri Jan 20, 2017 3:25 am**

"I will be, Miss Davneport," says Henry. "Ivan, you had best wait until I'm across. I wouldn't trust this bridge to take the weight of two of us at a time." With his pistol in his right hand and his cane in his left, he sets off across the drawbridge, using the cane to test the bridge ahead of him to make sure it is stable.

Posted: **Fri Jan 20, 2017 11:29 am**

Elizabeth feels a rush of warmth surge through her veins as Henry steps forward most gallantly. She allows her hand to linger gently upon his arm as he moves to step forward, "Do take care my dear, dear Henry" she gushes as he, cutting the figure of a Greek hero of old, begins the crossing.

Posted: **Fri Jan 20, 2017 4:00 pm**

The drawbridge appears to be stable enough to hold one person at a time, although it does creak a bit when crossed. Two might test its strength, and three or more would appear to be excessive.

When one has reached the other side it can be seen that the main entrance has recently been reinforced with new masonry, applied in a somewhat amateurish fashion. As well, what must be the gate described by the smith has replaced the original ironwork. In all, this entryway is a formidable defense, if not absolutely impregnable.

From here the two north towers, their battlements crumbling, loom above the weed-choked moat, their high, narrow windows looking down like empty eyes.

Posted: **Sat Jan 21, 2017 4:22 am**

Once he has safely crossed the bridge, Henry gestures for Ivan to come and join him. If his hulking servant's strength is not enough to force the gate open, he can't imagine what would be.

Posted: **Mon Jan 23, 2017 3:59 pm**

The mighty servant makes use of every ounce of strength and manages to pull the gate out of its sockets. It crashes to the ground with a loud clang. Ivan's breath comes hard and fast and his brow is covered with sweat.

Spoiler:

A familiar voice echoes through the cavernous and labyrinthine interior of the castle. It is impossible to tell from which direction it emanates.

"Don't have to wake the dead! I left Davy a note, said I'd be with my friend a spell. Now that you're here, we'll have a game. Hide and seek!"

It is evident that Mary, still in thrall to Lupescu, has taken some opportunity to desert her groom and rush to the side of the one to whom she is unnaturally devoted. All attempts to call to her are met with silence.

Beyond the gate a narrow hallway leads to a central chamber, from which one may access staircases leading to either of the two front towers. Two halls branch out from this central room, each one of which contains doors leading to various small rooms, as may be deduced from the memory of Mister Witherly's sketch. It is impossible to determine where either Mary or Lupescu may be at this moment.

Posted: **Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:11 pm**

"Perhaps we should be better able to apprehend Mary if we divide our resources," Lila suggests. "There are two halls and staircases. Perhaps myself and Mister Rachman would search the rooms in one direction while Doctor North and Elizabeth the other."

Posted: **Tue Jan 24, 2017 12:24 am**

"Good job on the gate, Ivan," says Henry. "I'm wary of splitting the group, Miss Davenport, but if you think it best, we can do it."

Posted: **Tue Jan 24, 2017 2:56 pm**

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Posted: **Wed Jan 25, 2017 1:10 pm**

Having picked her way carefully across the bridge, Elizabeth listens to Henry's words with more than a little apprehension. "Whilst your plan does have merit, indeed splitting into two groups would allow us to cover more ground in the limited time we have, I am not sure it would be the wisest course" She gazes up toward the sun as if to judge how much daylight is available to them.

"Our last meeting with this 'vampyr' almost ended with disaster, in fact for Mary it was a disaster. Henry was saved by chance from falling under the creatures power, and if Henry again is overwhelmed then we lose both him and his servant, Ivan. Together Lila and Mr Rachman may be able to fight off its evil powers, but I fear that it is not so for Henry and myself" She smiles and pats Henry's hand in a familiar manner, "So dear friends I feel it might be best to stay together. However I will bide by the majority decision, Mr Rachman what say you sir?"...

Posted: **Wed Jan 25, 2017 3:20 pm**

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Posted: **Wed Jan 25, 2017 10:07 pm**

Mister Rachman agrees that exploring the two areas of the castle (four, if one wishes to count separately the hallways and the towers) will save time, which may be a more important factor than the possible weakness of having two teams rather than one. "The night is our enemy," he points out. "Let us make use of the sun, our ally."

"Allow me to demonstrate a particular skill which may be of benefit," he says. "My companion and I have a special way of sharing information."

With that he appears to go into a trance, while the monkey races down first one hallway, then another. It soon returns, and Mister Rachman returns to his normal condition.

Spoiler:

"I am able to report that there are four rooms to the left and two rooms to the right worthy of exploration; the others have been completely reduced to rubble, and there is no possibility of anyone hiding there.

As you have seen, I am able to communicate with the animal in an uncommon way. Although this is obviously very useful, the disadvantage is that I am reduced to a fully passive state while it is acting as my eyes and ears. As well, if any harm came to it, the consequences to myself would be grave.

That said, I am at your disposal. Where shall we begin our search?"

Posted: **Thu Jan 26, 2017 4:35 am**

Henry smiles back at Elizabeth. "Yes, we had best all stay together," he says. "Perhaps if we can eliminate the two rooms to the right first, then we could all go to the left."

Posted: **Thu Jan 26, 2017 11:49 am**

While she shares Mister Rachman's concerns about the additional time required Lila acquiesces in order to put the others at ease.

Posted: **Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:46 pm**

After some debate and discussion, the adventurers have decided to explore the hallway to the right in a group. After passing the steep staircase leading up to the right tower, there is a room with a heavy wooden door and an iron clasp. Beyond this there are several piles of rubble where formerly there were other rooms. Quick examination reveals that these were storerooms of various sorts, judging by the bits of rusty metal, rotting pieces of cloth, and other such detritus. Beyond this lies another room with a similar door, which lies next to the open courtyard.

Posted: **Fri Jan 27, 2017 4:31 am**

"We should try the first door," says Henry. "If it turns out to be locked, we should try to pick it first to preserve surprise, and only break it down if necessary. While I am not a locksmith, I do have an aptitude for all things mechanical as well as medical."

Posted: **Fri Jan 27, 2017 11:29 am**

Elizabeth standing close to Henry briefly touches his arm, her face showing concern, "Do take care Henry for if this creature haunts the dark may he not also haunt dark rooms that are untouched by sunlight"

Posted: **Fri Jan 27, 2017 2:00 pm**

Lila broods distractedly.

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Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 1:03 am**

Spoiler:

Despite racking her memory, Miss Davenport cannot recall any particular weaknesses of the fiend Lupescu which are not common to all Vampyres, such as the effect of holy water. There are dozens of bizarre peculiarities to which an individual Vampyre may be subject, but at this point it is not possible to determine which one of a large number may be relevant. There are some which are obvious, and which clearly do not apply in this case, such as Blood-Red Hair, but there are many others which are yet possible, such as a Counting Obsession.

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Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 1:15 am**

The nearest room does not appear to be locked, but the ancient door's hinges are rusty enough that it will require a fair amount of strength to force it open.

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Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 5:41 am**

"Ivan, open the door," says Henry. Obedient as always, Ivan goes up to it and pulls on the handle. The door comes right open, and he makes it look effortless.

Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 11:11 am**

While the others are busy breaking into the room Lila searches the ground around the nearby tower staircase for any signs of recent passage.

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Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 3:15 pm**

Elizabeth watches Lila looking around but stays close to Dr North as there is something comforting in his precense, or perhaps it is the large pistol he carries.

Posted: **Sat Jan 28, 2017 6:39 pm**

Wruter wrote:

While the others are busy breaking into the room Lila searches the ground around the nearby tower staircase for any signs of recent passage.

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Can we assume we managed to obtain some kindling from the innkeeper to make a torch as mentioned before?

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At first glance the room seems to be filled with all manner of clutter. There is a large pile of sawdust in the center of the room, as if this place has recently been used for carpentry. Cobwebs drape from the roof. Over the centuries, rubble from crumbling bricks has accumulated on the floor, nearly hiding it from view. In one the far corners there is a puddle of water from where a tiny hole in the roof has admitted rain. Bits of glass, clay, metal, and wood are everywhere, scattered amid the rubble.

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2017 2:13 am**

"I don't think he's in here," says Henry. "We should move on to the next one on this side without wasting time. We might also want to try tracking him, if it's possible. That could narrow down where he went faster."

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2017 2:56 am**

Wruter wrote:

While the others are busy breaking into the room Lila searches the ground around the nearby tower staircase for any signs of recent passage.

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Upon close examination, it can be seen that there are at least two different sets of footsteps left in the dust everywhere in the castle, including the tower. Evidently there has been a great deal of movement in recent times. This also makes tracking impossible, as the prints lead in all directions.

Posted: **Mon Jan 30, 2017 3:14 pm**

Lila rejoins the others and advises Doctor North of the difficulty in tracking. She glances at Elizabeth's pet fox. "Perhaps Lucky is able to pick up a scent?"

Posted: **Mon Jan 30, 2017 4:41 pm**

"Possibly" says Elizabeth, saddened that she had not thought of this before, "But would Mr Rachman's creature not better serve? For he has sought this quarry before " Elizabeth is thinking back to the hunt through Gretna.

Posted: **Mon Jan 30, 2017 7:32 pm**

"I shall attempt to do the best I can," Mister Rachman says. "I mean, of course, that he will do the best he can," he clarifies, indicating the animal, almost as if it were possible to confuse master and animal. He seems to go into a sort of waking trance.

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The animal sniffs around the area and circles the open courtyard in apparent confusion. Perhaps its recent encounter with the realm of Faery (if one believes in such superstitions) has deadened its senses for preternatural traces.

"It appears I -- I mean he -- has failed," Mister Rachman says with a sigh. "If Miss Carrow would care to set her little friend on the trail, perhaps she would have better luck. I cannot promise that such a course would not be without hazard."

Posted: **Tue Jan 31, 2017 6:13 am**

"I'll quite understand if you don't want to risk her, dear Elizabeth," says Henry. "If not, we can proceed to the other door on this side."

Posted: **Tue Jan 31, 2017 11:42 am**

Elizabeth smiles a wan smile at Henry concern obvious in her eyes, "I shall not lie, I am worried for Lucky. But I see the pressing urgency of our quest, I despair for Mary's safety at the hands of that monster"

So saying she puts the small animal on the ground and with a loving stroke of the foxes head whispers, "Take care my sweet love, now go seek Mary"

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2017 2:40 pm**

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The clever little vixen seems to understand the task assigned to her. She trots directly to the other room on this side of the castle and barks at the door. This seems to be a somewhat weaker door than the first one encountered, and will most likely to easy to open.

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2017 5:11 pm**

Staying close to Lucky's path, concern obvious in Elizabeth's eyes, she stoops and quickly pulls the little creature into her arms, "There. Mary must be behind that door. Henry make haste bid Ivan to open that door before something awful happens to the silly girl"

She steps back allowing the others access whilst soothingly caressing the little vixen's head, "Good girl, I think an extra treat is in order later for being so brave"

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:22 pm**

Henry nods. "Ivan, open the door," he says, gripping his pistol and cane as his servant moves to obey. "Everyone have your weapons ready. There may be trouble on the other side."

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:43 pm**

The door opens easily. The room within contains a simple straw bed, a pitcher of water and basin, and other basic furnishings. These appear to be somewhat newer than the castle itself. Seated on a stool is Mary. She claps her hands and smiles.

"Found me already you have! Game's half done then. Now must find my friend!"

She jumps up and dances a jig, grinning and laughing all the while. An astute observer will notice that she no longer wears her rosary, and that her eyes are unusually bright, as if she has a fever.

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2017 8:28 pm**

"Someone should escort Mary out of the castle, for her own safety and to prevent her from delaying us further," Lila suggests. "Ivan?"

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:50 am**

"Possibly," says Henry. ", but I think there's something wrong with her. These are unusual symptoms." He looks at Mary, trying to determine what ails her.

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:04 pm**

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Doctor North is able to make a complete examination of Mary, who remains in a cheerful, playful state of mind. Besides the bright eyes, there are no other signs of any physical illness. Her mental condition suggests an imbalance of the humors. In particular, an excess of blood has led to a sanguinary condition, explaining her childish behavior. This appears to be the result of some form of involuntary emotional control, vaguely similar to mesmerism but unlike it in many ways. No cure is evident save the healing power of time.

"Can't catch me!" With these words, she runs off to the open courtyard and hides behind a pile of rubble.

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 3:16 pm**

Lila turns to Mister Rachman. "Pray, can you set a Daze upon Mary to allow Ivan to restrain her?"

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 3:22 pm**

"I shall attempt to do so." By now Mister Rachman's companions are not surprised to see him make strange gestures with his Oriental dagger.

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There appears to be no effect. "I believe the unusual state of mind which has been induced in her is negating any power I might have to subdue her."

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 4:04 pm**

Amazed by Mary's childishness, Elizabeth, with Lucky cradled in her arms, steps into the courtyard, "Mary, come here at once!" she commands imperiously, her voice stern and unamused.

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 4:14 pm**

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It appears that the commanding tone in Miss Carrow's voice has had an effect. Slowly and reluctantly, pouting all the while, Mary emerges from hiding and returns to the others.

"Spoil the game, you will. Never to have fun, am I, Goody Two-Shoes?"

(This peculiar phrase indicates that Mary has read, or, more likely, been told of the children's book The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes, published some twenty years ago.)

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 7:33 pm**

"She is unusually sanguine," says Henry, "no doubt due to a surfeit of blood. Ivan, please escort Mary out of the castle. Hold on to her so that she doesn't run away again, but be gentle with her."

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 7:58 pm**

The loyal servant does so with little trouble.

This minor interlude has taken some time. It is the middle of the afternoon. All seems quiet.

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 8:46 pm**

"The two towers would seem the likeliest place to begin the search for Lupescu's resting place," Lila says, "being of sounder construction than the rest of the castle."

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 8:54 pm**

As Ivan marches Mary away, Elizabeth nods approvingly. Yet at Lila's words she gazes at the afternoon sky, "Do we yet have enough daylight to continue our search or should we leave and return tomorrow. I fear that we might tarry to long and place ourselves in the creatures power"

Posted: **Sun Feb 05, 2017 8:55 pm**

"All right, let's be quick about it," says Henry. "Maybe Lucky can pick up his scent."

Posted: **Mon Feb 06, 2017 5:06 pm**

Elizabeth nods at Henry's words, her fears about daylight unrelieved. With deep concern still obvious in her eyes she bends and puts Lucky on the ground, "Go Lucky, seek". As she realease the little vixen she gently pats its head, a single tear making its way down her cheek, "Take care little one, take care".

She has an ominous feeling within her breast as she watches the small fox move away...

Posted: **Mon Feb 06, 2017 5:25 pm**

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Perhaps it is the fact that she has already exhausted herself tracking down the afflicted Mary, or perhaps there is something about the nature of Lupescu which renders him impossible to locate by natural means, but the little vixen seems confused, running here and there about the ruins, and finally returning to her mistress.

Posted: **Tue Feb 07, 2017 5:23 am**

"Very well," says Henry, relieved that at least the fox has returned safely, "Let us try the nearer of the two towers."

Posted: **Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:45 am**

Lila nods in agreement, pausing to light the torch before following the others.

Posted: **Tue Feb 07, 2017 5:38 pm**

Still unsure to the wisdom of any continued search, but willing to trust the experience of Henry and Lila in this matter, Elizabeth scoops Lucky into her, somewhat relieved, grasp and follows Henry towards the tower.

She notices Lila pause to light a torch,

Elizabeth thinking: Well at least we won't be searching in the dark

Posted: **Wed Feb 08, 2017 9:11 pm**

The nearer of the two towers has a set of large stone steps running up to the turret. There are narrow slits in the wall along the spiraling staircase, no doubt where arrows were once launched to defend the castle. The steps are worn by centuries of feet, but are strong and safe. At the top of the steps one emerges on the turret, from which one can observe the surrounding countryside. Ivan, Mary, and Mister Witherly wave at the adventurers from far below.

There is a large wooden chest on the turret which appears to be of great age. It is locked tight with an iron clasp. When pushed, it can be determined that it is of great weight, as if filled with heavy stones. Scattered around the back and sides of the chest are shards of metal, sticks of wood, and other bits of discarded objects from ancient times.

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