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| 09 Jul 2015 09:06 AM |
It was January sixth, 1863, when you, a man of paranormal investigations, were called down to the Daldemagne Tavern to look into such out of the ordinary things. The owner, Wilhelm Daldemagne the third, has reported hearing constant footsteps up in the attic, bottles and glasses smashing themselves on the floor without reason, and the doors slamming themselves, also without reason. He says that this isn't the first time the tavern was acting up in the two-hundred and thirty-six years it has been standing.
The tavern itself, though, is a popular little shack of a building, standing at three stories tall, in the lesser, Eastern parts of London. It's a common place for people to hire a woman for a night, get blackout drunk, or gamble their money away. There's a history of suicides among the workers, and the building almost burned down in 1824.
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You are guided into the building by the owner, Wilhelm, with your two comrades, Mr. Edward Steckerway, a mustached gentleman known mainly for his ownership of a tavern of his own, who almost always plays skeptic at these kinds of rare events, and Mr. Dmitry Foldeskoff, the captain of a transport ship, neither of which are nearly as specialized as you are in these situations, but both of which are good friends of yours.
Mr. Daldemagne stops at the gates of the tavern, which are locked, at this hour. He hands you the keys, and brushes the light snow off of him.
"What were your names, again? I recall Edward, here, and what was it, uh, Dmitry?" He asks, shivering, not from the cold, but from what might be in the building. |
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| 09 Jul 2015 09:07 AM |
| (Gonna have to put this off til tomorrow) |
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| 10 Jul 2015 01:26 AM |
| "That is correct, Mister Daldemange, and it's quite alright if you've forgotten my name. It is Willard; Willard Clarkworth. |
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| 10 Jul 2015 05:26 AM |
"Aye, Willard, it was on the tip of my tongue, I tell ye'" he says, stepping aside, showing you the lock from the gates. "I am pretty sure that the main points of interest you'll be having tonight are in the basement and attic, though the happenings are quite unpredictable."
"A'ight, then," Dmitry states, looking to his pocket watch, it reading three in the morning sharp. |
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| 10 Jul 2015 05:59 AM |
| "If there is nothing else, then we'd best get to work. I can assure you, Mister Daldemagne, that whatever aberration that's occupying your establishment shall be vacated by sunrise," I say as I enter through the gates. |
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| 10 Jul 2015 07:21 AM |
| You enter the small area in front of the tavern, following a straight cobbled pathway to the run-down front door of the tavern. You're followed by all three of your coworkers, in a very slow, steady, walk, fueled by anticipation. Edward, who hasn't spoken yet, is carrying a sack of almost stereotypical ghost-busting items, ranging from Holy Water to garlic, of all things. By no means was it his idea, though. |
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| 10 Jul 2015 07:58 AM |
| I open the door to the tavern and enter. |
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| 11 Jul 2015 09:10 AM |
The door creaks predictably as you open it, forcing you to actually put some effort into getting it fully open, as there's an unexplainable amount of friction on the bottom and top of the door. As you finally get the chance to look inside, you are welcomingly greeted by darkness and the sound of a rat scurrying across the floor. Upon further inspection of the door in the moonlight, you notice that a horizontal plank, meant to keep all of the vertical ones in place, is cracked lopsidedly into two pieces, therefore distorting the door.
The owner passes you an oil lantern, which was hanging outside the doorway, which he lights swiftly and hands to you, as you are in the front of the group, along with a box of matches, in order to light the oil lamps inside, with the dim light emitted by the small one you have. |
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| 11 Jul 2015 09:46 AM |
| "Right then, I suppose that our first order of business shall be to inspect the basement," I tell my followers as I do just that. |
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| 11 Jul 2015 11:04 AM |
| "The basement entrance is through the kitchen, under the rug in the back room," Mr. Daldemagne says, nudging his arm towards the door to the kitchen, behind the counter, in between the racks of wine and other liquor. |
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