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The Lunacy of the Guilloux Mansion Playground |
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| Elisabeth Hollow |
Dec 11 2013, 03:38 AM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas

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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.------ 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. --- 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. --- 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.
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| Callidus Thorn |
Jan 4 2014, 12:40 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.

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Enarvy couldn't help but smile back at Angelina. "I can see why. It's a marvellous collection, the finest I've seen outside of the College of Whispers in fact. Truth be told it puts my own library to shame, though I'd wager that in one or two small areas mine's superior. Provided one's interested in those areas of course."
He cast a hungry gaze about the library, as if to devour the books wholesale. When he turned back to Angelina, the faintest trace of that look remained, softened by a warm smile. "I imagine I'll have to be virtually dragged from here for meals." He said, followed by soft, mellow laughter.
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A mind without purpose will walk in dark places
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| Callidus Thorn |
Jan 6 2014, 05:42 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.

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Enarvy stood frozen for a moment, captivated by the sparkle of Angelina's eyes, even as a tinge of sadness came into his own. His warm smile fell a little, and it seemed suddenly that his years weighes a litle heavier on him. "Five-hundred thousand Septims? Had I known that, I would have sent my apologies, and declined the invitation." He paused a moment, then explained; "I'm an aging Mer, though I may live for centuries yet. I've no family, and precious little besides my work and research. Such a sum is far too vast for me, too vast for any one person, to my mind. A little extra gold would be of help, but such a sum... I do not know what I would do with it. There are finer things in this world than coin, rare treasures than gold, and I would rather focus my attention on those than chase more money than I know what to do with."
"Besides," he chuckled, "after my small lecture about not seeking power for the sake of power, and that the some holds true for gold, I could hardly start frantically searching for it now, could I?" A trace of humour found it's way back into his sad smile, and his eyes took on a slight mischivous gleam.
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| Elisabeth Hollow |
Jan 14 2014, 08:45 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas

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The clock struck seven, and Angelina shrunk a little when Belladonna whirled past them.
"Dinner!" She called out. "Be there, or you do not eat!"
When the group had finally gathered into the dining room, Antoine and Anaya began serving everyone. The succulent smell of roast mutton and fowl filled the air, along with a warm smell of buttered rolls and steamed vegetables. Goblets were brought out, and water, milk, juices and wines were served. Belladonna was noticeably absent the first few minutes of the meal. When she arrived, she had Selvia on her tail.
"Gentlemen, this is Selvia Valeiu. She was my father's..lover." She grimaced and sat down. "She has made a point to have me tolerate her presence, as much as I'd like to toss her out."
Selvia poured herself a glass of wine, shooing Anaya away. She began serving herself. Anaya served those who allowed her to serve them, putting on the meat and vegetables of their choice. Outside, the rain and wind raged on, battering at the house.
(OOC: Alright, dinner banter!)
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| Callidus Thorn |
Jan 22 2014, 06:50 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.

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Enarvy took a seat at the dinner table, smiling warmly at Angelina as she sat beside him. As Anaya moved to serve him he stopped her. "Thankyou, but no, I will serve myself. I've never been able to abide being waited on. And I shall be more than happy to aid Angelina, should she wish it." As Anaya moved on to serve the others, Enarvy frowned briefly in concentration. Seconds later, a platter of roast mutton rose from the table, and began drifting gracefully towards Enarvy. He placed a few slices of mutton on his plate, the platter of mutton still floating before him, and turned to Angelina. "Mutton?"
Then he realised what he must look like. "My apologies, the meals at the College tend to rely on this sort of thing. It's considered an exercise in delicacy and finesse, and is something of a bad habit I suppose." Enarvy trailed off there, a faint blush finding it's way onto his cheeks. Despite his discomfort and embarrassment, the plate didn't move so much as an inch.
(OOC: Let me know if there's anything you would like me to change, Liz)
This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Jan 22 2014, 06:52 PM
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| Callidus Thorn |
Jan 23 2014, 01:13 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.

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Enarvy turned as Sarde spoke, hastily recovering himself. "Alteration? Telekinesis is from the school of Mysticism, lad. The College of Winterhold is the only institutein Tamriel that did away with Mysticism. Before the Oblivion crisis, while then Arch-mage Traven was holding the investigation into necromancy, there were those that tried to defend it. They argued that it was akin to Mysticism, but those arguments were mostly dismissed. It seems in Skyrim the arguments held some weight, which led to the College of Winterhold's stance on Mysticism. Or so I gather at least."
At this point Enarvy caught himself, and sent a dish of potatoes and a couple of buttered rolls floating over towards him. The rolls landed beside his plate, and after taking a few potatoes for his plate he offered them to those nearby before sending them back.
"Haha, there I go lecturing again, please, forgive me. Teaching is a hard habit to break. But to answer your question, I am indeed a student of Alteration, though some might appraise my skill higher. In fact, I am a student of all schools of magic, save those of necromancy, for obvious reasons, and illusion. I'm not comfortable with altering people's minds, whatever the cause."
Enarvy took a sip of wine, and continued, a mischeivous grin now lighting his features. "I take it, Sarde, that you've had a little magical education here in Skyrim then. A little telekinesis to help your juggling perhaps? If you'll pardon the jest."
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| Rohirrim |
Jan 25 2014, 10:06 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 18-January 13
From: Greyhawk

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Sarde grabbed a potato and split it, dressing and seasoning as he spoke.
"A funny story actually. In my youth, I came here to study at the Bard's College. Skyrim not known for being a place of higher learning, I simply asked for 'the College'. Now, this was just over the border from Morrowing, up by Windhelm, so they took me to the College of Winterhold. Having spent my carriage money, I had no choice but to stay there until I could earn the money for safe passage to Solitude."
"After two and a half months, I finally had enough septims for a bodyguard, and I continued on to the Bard's College. In my time in Winterhold, I picked up a few basic spells, and this one was a favorite of mine. It helps when doing things like...you know those traveling shows where one man plays an inordinate amount of instruments? Well, I can do it without the need of rigging more suited to a pack mule."
This post has been edited by Rohirrim: Jan 25 2014, 10:09 PM
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| King Of Beasts |
Feb 12 2014, 11:48 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil

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Percival
Percival heard the distinct ring of the dinner bell, then Belladonna calling out that dinner was ready. He departed from the library and made his way down to the dining room. He sat at the table and smiled at Anya as she served him, then began eating. After a few minutes, he looked up from his plate and glanced around the table at the others. He cleared his throat a bit
"So...how is everyone doing so far?" He mumbled. twiddled his thumbs
That's right. Make things awkward, just like you always do.
He sighed and looked down at his plate
Maybe nobody heard me.
He glanced around the large dining room and nonchalantly took a bite out of his food as he glanced around the room. He sighed and looked to the person next to him and gave them a warm smile
"Hello. My name is Percival. What's yours?"
(He's not sitting next to anyone specific, anyone can interact with him.)
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Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters. Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! Truth and glory to the brave!
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| Elisabeth Hollow |
Feb 13 2014, 12:54 AM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Texas

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Selvia
Selvia absently listened to the conversation as she began eating. Her ears picked up on Angelina's giggle as one of the Dunmer, the older one, served himself using telekinesis. She knew Anaya would appreciate the gesture of the guests serving themselves.
Angelina clapped at a remark the younger Dunmer made. "Oh, you can play? That's lovely! I've always had a soft spot for bards. There was this one that use to come by once a month and play for me. Sadly, he was elderly once I hit eighteen and couldn't travel anymore. I haven't seen him in a few years."
The young man next to Selvia spoke, and she turned her sharp eyes over to him.
"Selvia." She said simply. "How did you know Petra?"
She wasn't sincerely interested, since she already knew everyone here from Petra's stories about his adventures, but the young man looked like he was going to vibrate through the floors, he was shaking so much from nervousness. She supposed conversing with him was the nice thing to do. She gave him a small, friendly smile.
"If you want to tell me, that is."
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| King Of Beasts |
Feb 15 2014, 01:57 AM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil

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Percival
Percival returned the warm smile
"Oh, he bought me a few new pairs of clothes and some food once. I didn't think he considered me a friend though." He laughed "I'm just a common beggar after all, I'm not usually associated with the rich, so I'm pretty surprised I was even invited here. I thought he just pitied me."
He served himself a second helping of food and began nonchalantly filling his mouth with food. He swallowed
"Are you a resident of the mansion, or just another guest?"
This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Feb 15 2014, 10:20 PM
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Rise, rise! To freedom, rise! Arise, ye Breton sons and daughters. Ride, ride! To freedom, ride! Truth and glory to the brave!
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