CFUW 110 - third ousting.
[ the rain that has threatened to fall all evening finally unleashes itself. torrents of water hit the roof of the manor, shaking the dusty rafters. all electricity is now defunct in the manor; tonight the hallway leading to tonight's chosen parlor is lit with blood-red candles, the wax bubbling and popping under an extreme paranormal heat.
Masqué awaits you there, relaxing in one of the arm chairs. a large dog lays next to him, its face kept in the shadows. ]
Poll "Pick my next meal," he says.
Masqué awaits you there, relaxing in one of the arm chairs. a large dog lays next to him, its face kept in the shadows. ]
Poll "Pick my next meal," he says.