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House of Secrets - A Ski Lodge
At the edge of the forest, there is a house. Well, more of a mansion than a house, really, a Jacobean hall of red brick, wide windows, and fanciful decoration with a tall wall of hedges sheltering it from the dark woods around it. A gravel path leads down from the column-flanked front door to a wrought-iron gate, which creaks open of its own accord as you approach it. You clutch your luggage a little tighter and look up at the building before you. You pay little mind to the large barn owl perched on the rooftop, barely noticing it.
I notice you, though.
You reach into your pocket and pull out a letter, perhaps crumpled or perhaps neatly folded, wondering whether or not you are in the right place. I can assure you that you are, but still you reread the message again.
My friends,
I am sorry to have to reach out to you like this, and for not addressing these letters individually. There are ten of you, and I simply do not have the time to do all that. It seems I do not have the time for much these days. Regardless, I need your help. I am at my wits’ end, and I cannot do this alone any longer.
I imagine you are wondering who I am. Unfortunately, to give my name, even in writing, would put me in even more trouble than I already am in. Be consoled, though, I do know you - whether by name or because we both frequent this space where you are reading this right now. I promise that you can trust me. And I trust you. That is why I dare to ask for your aid. There is a map on the other side of this letter. Follow it, and you will find me. Please, hurry.
Sincerely, --------
P.S. As customary in these sorts of situations, this form is to be completed at your leisure, but before you arrive.
Make it interesting, please, I can’t stand dull guests.
Name:
Pronouns:
Appearance:
Personality:
CBer, AE or OC:
Luggage:
Opinion on ghosts:
Opinion on the woods:
Animal that is most like you:
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Having satisfied yourself with rereading the letter, you stride, or perhaps tiptoe, through the gate and up to the door, where you swing the metal knocker shaped like a snarling wolf. You can hear the knock echo through the inside of the house. It is loud enough to drown out the flapping of wings.
Author's Notes - There will be death and somewhat dark themes in this ski lodge, as is typical with traditional ski lodges. Depictions will be kept CB-appropriate, but do not join if you're not comfortable with that. There are ten spots, with CBers, AEs and OCs all being welcome (no supernatural abilities or extremely fantastical characters though, please). The story will begin once those spots are filled. Feel free to guess my identity, and without further ado, let the show begin.
submitted by The Striga, welcome to the woods
(December 8, 2024 - 9:23 pm)
(December 8, 2024 - 9:23 pm)
Two spots left! If they aren't filled by the end of the week, I will begin with only eight people.
(December 17, 2024 - 9:11 pm)
Name: Hawkstar
Pronouns: she/her
CBer, AE or OC: CBer
Luggage:
Opinion on ghosts: jes don't approach me when I'm trying to explore in the dark or sleep and we'll be good
Opinion on the woods: let's go explore and run and ahhhhhEEEEE
Animal that is most like you: I really am not sure. Dolphin, maybe? Intelligent, happy and social with friends but I can be fierce and kill a shark if someone I love is threatened
Appearance: Tall, slender, hazel eyes and freakles. Long waist length light brown hair with natural golden streaks. Short but thick lashes, full lips. Ears have slight points. Often barefooted. Long legs and fingers.
(December 19, 2024 - 1:18 pm)