The Lunacy of the Guilloux Mansion Playground Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Here is the first post of The Lunacy of the Guilloux Mansion Playground.

The discussion thread is separate, so, as we all know, please direct all questions, comments, and concerns, basically anything out of character to THIS PAGE.



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It ached.

Oh, how it ached. It creaked and groaned with the harsh winds of the frigid, swampy Pale, shuddering with each gust like a child in the cold. Freezing rain pattered against its warm shingles, sliding down the roof to greet the equally cold ground.

It yearned.

Years had passed, repairs had been made. The fires that had broken out, scorching its beloved halls, revealing its secrets within, murdering its precious mistress, have long been quenched. The one who's fingertips brushed its inner walls lightly, murmuring softly to it was but a ghost of a ghost.

It hungered.

As the victims drew closer, it exhaled in anticipation, the windows peering out like eyes in all directions. Watching.

The Guilloux Mansion would again taste blood.


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CRACK!

The Dunmer cried out in pain as the whip licked at her arm, a purple whelp rising up where she had been snapped. The hand that reached to soothe the wound with a spell was also whipped.

"Leave it. And hurry up!" The Breton woman snapped. "This place is a mess! Don't heal yourself until you're finished! It better sparkle before the guests arrive!"

"Yes, muthsera." The Dunmer woman said, her voice edged with the throbbing pain of her wounds. Blood beaded up on her arm and hands. As her mistress walked away, heels clacking down the wooden floor of the hallway, she uttered a small curse. Foggy sunlight streamed through the windows momentarily, lighting up the floor of the dim kitchen momentarily. A moment later, a Breton man walked in with a large tub of water.

"What did you do?" Sweat glistened on his pale, freckled brow. His fiery red hair was matted with sweat as he set the large cauldron of water onto the hook. He started the fire with a fire spell, the logs catching easily after dying overnight.

"Nothing, Antoine. I just wasn't quick enough with my scrubbing."

"The floor looks great."

"She didn't think so."

"Help me with this. The baby is craving my stew. Again." the cook said. "Quickly, Anaya."

The maid fished the proper ingredients out, jumping as a bellow was heard from outside.

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The stablehand cried out as the curly-headed Breton woman whipped him with her small whip. The wiry man, not yet twenty, cowered on his hands and knees, suffering blow after blow.

"Madame Belladonna! Please!" He begged, his pale face turning red from the effort of not crying. She relented, panting.

"You groom those horses properly! You hear me?" She side-arms one last blow, striking his across his left thigh. He cried out again, sobbing.

"Yes, Madame!"

"The carriages will be here any moment! I'm sure at least one will have their own horse. You clean that stable out!" She pressed a hand to her engorged belly, the infant inside kicking, alerted at the woman's heightened anger.

"Shhhhh, little one. Mama's a little stressed. Don't worry. We'll be fine." She turned sharply at the stablehand.

"Direct them when they come in, Jon. And clean yourself up." She whirled to the sprawling three-story mansion, black velvet dress flowing behind her. As she closed the door, a carriage rumbled up, piquing the boy's interest. As it came to a rest, the boy timidly walked up, his thin frame pushed by a sudden gust of wind. Clouds rolled in, darkening the skies significantly. He bobbed his blonde head.

"Rain's coming. right. Better get inside. Madame's in the study room, first door on the right." he said to the traveler. "Best get in 'fore it starts pouring."

A cold drop of rain hit the traveler's nose.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Selvia

Selvia laughed. "I'm observing. Petra was my lover for years, and since he didn't see the need to give me his money, I'm making sure it's going to the right place." she leaned in a little closer to Boots and Percival. "As long as Belladonna doesn't keep it, I'm fine with that."

This post has been edited by Elisabeth Hollow: Feb 24 2014, 01:57 AM

[King Coin]

"As long as I get it, I'm fine with that," Boots said. "Unless you would like to share it," he gave her a suggestive look.

He delighted in the disgusted look he received when he hit on women of other races. He waited for hers.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Selvia

Selvia let out a genuine laugh.

"You are bold, old man!" She patted his arm as she laughed harder. "I think you'd have better luck with Belladonna than you'd have with me, though. She likes reptiles."

Belladonna briefly choked on a piece of meat, then quickly stood up, her large belly knocking her plate upwards and spilling the remainder of the food on the table. The plate clattered on the floor as she hurried out, and Selvia whooped in laughter as the door slammed.

"She...oh, her face!" Selvia's eyes began filling with tears of laughter. Angelina frowned.

"Selvia, don't tease her about that, it was one time!"

"She kissed a turtle! A TURTLE!" Selvia slid down a little in her chair, losing her breath from laughing so hard. Angelina giggled a little, then looked at her hands.

[King Coin]

Boots’ was surprised when she laughed, usually he was slapped when he suggested that.

He gave Belladonna a hungry look as she hurried from the table, then roared with laughter at the scene that Selvia caused.

He raised his, no Percival’s, goblet in toast and downed the rest of its contents.

“Ahhh that might have made this whole trip worth it. I like you. You aren’t as stuck up as the rest of them.”

[Callidus Thorn]

Enarvy didn't quite know what to make of all this. Between Selvia's peculiar explanation for her presence and Belladonna's dramatic reaction to Selvia's teasing, things were starting to get a little weird. He chuckled as he leaned towards Angelina, "Well that was unexpected. All of a sudden I find myself missing the peace and quiet of the library."