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Dungeon Crawl Event - The Drifting Castle; Take Two...
Topic Started: Jun 10 2012, 11:21 PM (1,496 Views)
Daiohma
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Marisa's hand moved across the paper more times than she could count but no matter how many times the red crayon would not leave a mark.
This frustrated her to no end, it had been such a long time since she could sit down and colour with real crayons and not the blood of her crew mates.
Yet this crayon was anything but real.

She let out a small growl as she tried to bite into the crayon, noticing it was made from some kind of material she did not know.

''Stupid crayon, you confuse Marisa!'' She shouted at it as she raised her hand ready to toss it across the room.
But as the crayon passed her eyes she spotted the same strange 'f' shape that was on the books from before.
''Puzzle?'' She asked out loud as she stared at the letter.

She then turned her attention back to the red door, wondering just what she had to do.
The thought of smashing down each and every door in the room was pushed to the back of her mind as seeing the paper and crayons set her mind back to her child like self, not that it was much different or safer than her normal mind set.

The young girl stood up from the table and walked over to the red door, crayon in hand.
There was alot of dust over the door but one part while still dusty was not as covered as the rest.

Her simple attention was caught by this and she looked at the area of the door for a moment before realizing that there was a small hole.
''Is this your home Mr crayon?'' She asked in a soft voice as she pushed the red crayon into the hold.

The moment the crayon was in there came the sound of something Marisa recognized.
Something mechanical was moving inside the door.

With dust sent into the air the door pushed inwards before slowly opening outwards.
The dust covered what ever was on the other side of the door but Marisa had turned back around to face the room she was still in.
''Lonely lonely doors...'' She said as she lowered her head to look at the floor.

She stared at her boots for a moment while she thought about the other colourful door not being opened like the red one.
The area around her feet was soon joined by patches of blood, dripping from Marisa's mouth as she grinned.
Her eyes looked up out across the room.

''Marisa open you..'' She said, her voice back to it's normal twisted self as she rushed across the room, jumping onto the table and sliding across it.
The paper and other fake crayons where flung into the air as the girl jumped from the table as she came to the end and landed only a few feet from the green door.
Her claw like arm came crashing down as it shattered the door, the wood sent across the room.

To her surprise she was greeted by a wonderful sound, the sound of her claws scraping across stone.
The green door was a real wooden door but behind it was nothing more than the wall to the room.

''Marisa pick good?'' She asked herself as her eyes moved to the yellow door.
In seconds she was standing in front of it and without delay she shattered this door too.
Behind it yet again was nothing but the stone wall.

Like a happy child Marisa smashed every door, scrapping her claws on the stone wall in pleasure.
However there was soon no more door and so she turned her attention back to the red door which was now open.

The dust had settled down now and she walked into the new room.
''Is Marisa out side again?'' She asked herself as she came face to face with what at first seemed like an over grown garden of sorts.

''No, your still inside.'' She answered as she looked up.
She could see the sky above but the whole 'room' was covered in glass.
It was not normal looking glass as within the panels where faint marking of roses and other various flowers, not that Marisa took any notice of this.
The whole left side of the room was also covered in this glass which reached down to the ground while the right side was a tall wall of stone.

Marisa realized that she was on the edge of the castle and that she was in some kind of large conservatory on the very edge of the island.
The room was full of plants, many as tall as the room itself and well over grown.

Marisa looked around for a moment, examining the plants that she had never seen up close before.
''Is Marisa in Ixa'taka?'' She wondered, not ever seeing so much plant life before.

''You die!'' She suddenly called out as she raised her claw and dashed over to what looked like someone watching her from behind a large twisted vine.
Her metal claw came crashing down, followed by the sound of shattering stone.

The head rolled along the ground and stopped as it hit her foot.
''Your pretty..'' Marisa said as she used her claws to pick the statues head up.
The head was of a young woman, screaming with her mouth and eyes as open as they could be.
It was as if she had seen something unspeakable, and Marisa liked this.

Looking around she spotted more and more of these statues.
Each one was a female, all of different ages but all with the same terrified look on their faces.

Marisa walked over to one of a young girl holding onto a arm of a statue that had long crumbled away.
''Are you lost little one..? Marisa asked as she grinned, raising her claw above the head of the girl.

As she stared into her eyes she took ahold of the head and crushed it in her hand.

''She like this room Marisa does!'' The Valuan girl smiled as she looked around at the other statues covered in the over grown plants.

That was when she saw the fountain in the middle of the room, A fountain that to her seemed very out of place.
It was pure white in colour, made from a stone that even she knew cost alot.
Around the middle of the bowl where four birds looking across at one another.
In the center was a long arm reaching out from the water and holding onto a single flower, the only part of it that was not made from stone.
Something was odd about this and it was not just the fact that the flower seemed to of been placed there in only the last few days but a odd smell.

''Blood?'' Marisa asked as she sniffed the air.
There was the unmistakable smell of blood near the fountain.
The young girl looked over at the water which was as clear as the glass in the room.

She walked around it and stopped as she spotted where the smell was coming from.
Around the base of the fountain was a small river, only a few center meters wide.

It twisted along the ground past the stone statues and plants and ran into the wall on the right side of the room.
She placed her hand against the wall as she looked up at it.
There where no windows or doors yet the small river ran under it.

''What's behind you Mr wall, what secret you keep from Marisa?'' She asked in a gentle voice while looking at the wall, her head tilted to one side as if she was waiting for a reply.

''It's Death!'' Marisa turned her head to look behind her but the psychotic voice came from her own mouth as it smirked.
She could sense that behind the wall was rotting bodies but she did not now why the blood was running slowly from under the wall to the fountain.
Marisa did not care, the room to her was like something from her dreams, she dipped her hand in the blood and with the tip of her finger ran it down the left side of a close by statues face.
She then hugged the statue and placed her face against the side of it's head.

''Are you sacred? We're not hehe.'' She said as she licked the right side of the statues face.
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Isaac regarded the door before him. It was wooden and seemed sturdy yet the metal of the lock and handle were rusted from age and weather and were most likely weakened. Then and idea struck him, if a key was not to be found then he would have to open the door by other means.

"Why must violence be the answer to everything in this damned castle? Oh well open says me." Removing his staff from his back, Isaac point it directly at the lock and began chanting. "Moons, give me strength! Electres!" Electricity formed at the end of the staff and shot out to hit the rusted lock with a loud CRACK! Dust and wood splinters shot into the air and littered the floor and Isaac smiled as a hole now existed where a good portion of the door once stood. "Excellent, anything is possible with me magic." He chuckled to himself and put his staff back before walking up to the broken door, pushing it aside, and entering into the room beyond.

Instead of being some weird trap or a confusing room of nonsense, the room Isaac stood in appeared to have been an observatory. Dusty tables littered with sky charts, books, and other astronomical implements stood by the walls of the circular room accompanied by a few old bookshelves as well. What caught Isaac's eye the most though was a large telescope positioned next to a window, most likely for use to view the Moons, stars, and other distant objects.

"Seems the Baron had an interest in heavenly objects aside from his own ego.." He chuckles to himself as he crossed the room to look at one of the tables. On it was an extremely detailed sky chart penned by a skilled hand with a large F monogrammed into the top right corner. The chart had a detail unlike any Isaac had seen, which was impressive to say the least. "I can't very well let this be lost to the Rift, I could be well rewarded for bringing this back to the Imperial Library." With that he took the chart and rolled it up carefully and placed it in the bag he had brought with him. Also on the table was a collapsible spyglass which seemed to be made of genuine gold. "Oh my... if this is real then it will be worth a fortune... or I might just keep it as a novelty... either way." He pocketed the spyglass as well with a grin.

The table also had a dark leather tome covered in dust on it. After wiping the dust away, the words 'Arcadia Star Atlas - Limited Edition' embossed is silver filigree were clear on the cover. "Now why does that seem familiar?" Isaac took out the list of book he had gotten from the library and sure enough, the tome before him was one of the desired books. "Excellent! I very much like this room." After putting the tome away in his bag, Isaac walked over to inspect the telescope.

The telescope was finely made but too large to carry alone. Isaac positioned it out the window and look at the Yellow Moon. Bright and beautiful, the grand orb hung in the night sky with its many craters. He sighs and moved the telescope to look directly in the path of the floating castle. with the range granted by the telescope, Isaac could clearly see the churning darkness of the Rift that awaited hungrily to swallow up Castle Forscythe and any unfortunate enough to get trapped within it. The thought made him shiver and he snapped the telescope back to its original position.

Just then a whirling noise sounded in the room and a trap door, most likely connected to the telescope opened up to a stone slide underneath Isaac and he fell down it. "FFFFUUUUUUU...!" He half-slid half-fell down the stone chute and busted through the backside of a painting and fell heavily on the ground.

"Urrggg... I rather dislike that room now..." Upon looking up Isaac noticed that he had been deposited on the floor of the ballroom.
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Octavia stopped at the first door on the left along the coridor and gave the doorknob a twist with her natural hand, half-expecting the door to resist her entrance. Instead it opened easily at her touch, and swung open inward, revealing on the other side a room that she doubted Castle notables would ever have expected to visit. The floor was tiled but the tiles were slightly dingy things, off-colour grey and bearing a fair few scuffmarks. The far wall was almost obscured by boxes and storage-crates, industrial-packed provisions of parts and utensils for use in the castle at large. The nearest wall was lined with barrels; huge ones with spigots attatched, and the second one along the line appeared to have leaked a little, for a thick puddle of viscous liquid had spread out from beneath the container. Stooping, Octavia dipped a digit from her mechanical hand into the liquid and lifted a small globule out from the mass, giving it a cautionary sniff.

Suspicious from the scent that had crept into her nostril, Octavia lifted the droplet higher and opened her mouth just a fraction, pressing the unburned side of her tongue against the sample to test it by the unscientific medium of pure taste. But it was a test that produced a definite answer for her; the leaking fluid was moonstone fuel, not loqua.

Advancing further into the room Octavia was now far enough beyond the door to take a look at the other two walls, and did so, discovering as she did the source of the faint vibrations and the clanking she’d been hearing for a while now. A huge and monotonously clanking mechanical generator sat upon the furthest wall of the room, another barel of the moonstone fuel connected directly to it by means of the spigot, a short length of rubber connecting tube and a metallic pipe. The pistons were moving smoothly to and fro, and small ammounts of steam were escaping from the joints in a steam-pipe that went upward to the floor above. Other pipes and cables from the machine led in various directions with a number dissapearing through the wall, though as Octavia looked closer she couldn’t help but feel that something was off about the whole arrangement. A frown appearing on the skin-covered side of her face, she gave the whole device aother look over, wondering what about had concerned her so.

And then it struck her as she looked away from the machine itself. The whole problem was that there seemed to be nothing wrong. Not only did the machine seem in near-perfect maintainance order, but also the fuel level in the connected barrel was reading as almost full. Some unknown person or persons had not only connected their generator to a new fuel supply since the incident that had shucked the castle off into the skies, but they must have also been running at least basic levels of mechanical maintainance on the thing.

So who had done so, and whereabouts were they now?

As the thoughts passed through her head there was a rumbling from somewhere else in the castle, followed quickly by a clatter, and then silence again. The Generator’s working speed made a sudden increase as the demand for power peaked, before slacking off again as it returned to more normal levels of activity.

Curious as to what might have done so, Octavia took a step away from the generator, and began walking back toward the room’s enterance. Whatever answers to the catle’s mysteries there might have been, she doubted she would find any by remaining behind in this store-room.
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E'ban advanced cautiously into the room. The barrel of his pistol wavered only slightly in his nervous grip as he surveyed the area, picking out the most likely places his mysterious quarry might be hiding. It was deathly quiet in the room; so quiet that he could actually hear his own heart racing.

And then the silence was broken by the soft, nearly inaudible sound of cloth shuffling. E'ban's keen eyes followed the sound and detected an equally inscrutable motion at the far end of the room. There a heavy curtain had been drawn across the room's portrait windows, blotting out the sunlight. One of them had rustled ever so slightly just now.

With a smug grin E'ban started towards the curtain. But his courage waned with every step he took until he was standing breathlessly in front of them. With a shaky hand he reached out to grasp a handful of the fabric and tore it aside. At the same time his pistol rose to point directly into the face of....

A broken window.

"Just the wind." E'ban sighed with relief. As if to demonstrate his observation a slight breeze wafted through the broken glass to rustle the curtain once again. The thief took a moment to admire the view, gazing out at the sky with his back turned to the room.

But E'ban was ever deceptive in his actions. He was not looking through the window, but rather at it directly. And in the dim reflection cast upon its glass panels he caught sight of someone creeping up behind him. "Gotcha." E'ban breathed, spinning around to get the drop on whoever it was who was seeking to stab him in the back.

The thief had but a moment to take in the appearance of his would-be attacker before she was upon him. He could see at a glance that he was facing a woman dressed in the garb of a maid. Her face was etched with an expression of fear and rage as she charged at him with a large butcher's knife held in her outstretched hands.

E'ban smirked derisively at the sight. He smoothly slid his pistol back into its holster to meet her bare-handed. In the back of his mind it registered that the woman remained totally silent despite the violent expression reflected in her face. But he didn't have time to wonder about it. The woman rushed towards him and lunged, seeking to impale him on the end of her knife.

With a flick of his wrist E'ban seized the woman by the wrist and deftly twisted her entire body around. The sound of the knife clattering to the floor drowned out the soft gasp of pain she uttered as E'ban brought his hand down upon her neck, knocking her unconscious.

"Sure wasn't much to her." E'ban sighed, looking down at his fallen opponent. "I just hope she doesn't have any friends nearby."

~

The woman awoke suddenly as E'ban slapped her across the face. "Wakey wakey." He sneered at her. The woman came out of her stupor with alarm when she realized she'd been caught. Her eyes darted about, taking in her surroundings. She was seated upon the couch next to the hearth with E'ban sitting across from her atop the coffee table. The woman struggled to escape such close proximity only to find that her wrists and ankles had been bound using what appeared to be the pull chords for the windows.

At the same time E'ban took stock of his new captive. She was a woman of Valuan descent, probably from Lower City. But that could very well have been a biased judgement based solely on her disheveled appearance. The woman's head was crowned with a tangled mass of filthy brown tresses and her fair skin was covered in a fine layer of grime. The filth was broken in a few places by jagged red lines where she'd scratched herself and several darkened spots where she'd been bruised. Her maid's uniform was in equally bad shape; dirty and torn and smelling as if it hadn't been washed in ages.

The woman's eyes were wide with fright as she stared at E'ban. The thief relished that look and leaned his face in close to hers, a feral smile upon his lips. "Now then. I'm going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them. If you fail to reply or give me an answer I don't want to hear I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand?" He growled into her ear.

The woman's skin paled beneath the grime and she struggled against her bonds. E'ban's hand brushed across her cheek again, stilling her instantly. "Do you understand?" He asked again in a more forceful tone of voice. The woman nodded that she did. "Good. First question; are there more survivors in this mansion other than yourself?" He asked, eliciting another nod from the frightened woman. "How many?" E'ban continued his interrogation.

This time the woman remained quiet. E'ban frowned at her and raised his hand again. But before he could land another blow she answered; "I...don't know." She croaked in a raspy voice. The sound of it seemed to shock her even though it was her own. E'ban got the notion that perhaps this was the first time she'd spoken aloud in quite awhile.

"How can you not know how many people you share this castle with?" E'ban persisted.

"We're all scattered about." The woman answered. "I haven't seen the others in a while."

"Why are you scattered then?" E'ban demanded. "Something happened here that frightened you enough to make you all behave like animals. What was it?"

The woman fell silent and turned away from him. There was a haunted look in her eye that led E'ban to believe that whatever she feared whatever it was that she was hiding far more than she feared him. That just wouldn't do. "See, now I'm starting to regret tying your hands behind your back like that." E'ban sighed, brandishing the woman's own butcher knife. "I could have just started cutting off your fingers until you decided to take me seriously."

The threat got the woman's attention. She eyed the knife fearfully even as E'ban laid it aside and withdrew the golden letter opener from his pocket. "I guess I'll have to start somewhere else. Maybe with an eye." With agonizing slowness E'ban's empty hand rose to pry her eyelid back while the tip of the letter opener came to hover dangerously close to the pupil.

"Wait! I'll talk. Please." The woman pleaded.

E'ban did not lower the blade though. "Speak." He barked.

"It was....the baron." The woman sobbed. "After the castle broke away from the mainland he..."

"He what?" E'ban coaxed her to continue.

"Began to...hunt us." The woman's voice rose with building hysteria as she uttered the answer.

E'ban felt a shudder run up his spine. He sat back on the table, allowing the woman to blink furiously and then collect her wits. "What do you mean he began to hunt you?"

"After the castle began to drift he lost his wits and called for a grand banquet to be held for all of us who remained within it. We dined with him. And at the end of the meal he announced that he would be holding a wonderful event for us all. He called for the head butler and then....slit his throat with his dinner knife right in front of our eyes."

"That's pretty messed up." E'ban admitted, breaking character as the tough interrogator. The woman nodded in agreement and he motioned for her to continue.

"The baron said he wanted to embark upon a great hunt once more before he died. And since there were no beasts for him to hunt we'd all have to play the part." The woman continued in a voice that had become somewhat detached. It was as if she were reading her own story from a book now. "Then he withdrew into his private chambers and gave us all until sunrise to prepare ourselves."

"Like a high-stakes game of hide & seek." E'ban pointed out. "But what stopped you from ganging up on the old man and taking him out? Surely there were enough of you to do that."

"Some of the men tried. But the baron is an expert with the rapier and pistol." The woman answered in the same emotionless tone. "He dispatched them with ease. And what happened to them afterwards...."

"Skinned alive?" E'ban asked, recalling the signs of butchery he'd just seen.

The woman nodded. "We could hear their screams in every corner of the castle. After that we all split up and went into hiding."

"For two years?" E'ban asked skeptically. "When was the last time someone was killed? Do you know?"

The woman shook her head. But E'ban could guess from the clotted blood he'd found on the blade in the skinning room that it hadn't been more than a week since one of this maid's ilk had been slain. "One last question." E'ban growled. "And this one is important so don't even think if lying to me." Again the woman nodded.

"Do you know where the baron's private study is?"
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As Marisa let go off the statue she turned back to face the wall that had the trail of blood flowing from under it, and as she turned her hand as if by itself smashed the statue to the ground.
Her eyes looked the large wall up and down again, looking for any sign of a way inside.

There where no windows at all but Marisa could tell that on the other side was a room of death, the smell of blood and rotting bodies caused her to get excited as she started to scrape her claws against the wall.
She had no way of getting inside and so dipped her hand into the river of blood, sniffing it for some kind of sick pleasure.

The Valuan girl then remembered that she had only seen half of what this room she was in had to offer.
The fountain marked the center and the first half was where she got side tracked by the statues.

Now passing the fountain she continued to walk on, stepping over the large over grown vines that covered the ground more and more as she went on.
The large wall to her right followed her all the way with no end while on her left side the glass of the conservatory allowed Marisa to see the outside skies, getting darker as the castle approached the Dark Rift.

Soon Marisa came to what appeared to be a dead end, nothing but plants and vines covered her path.
However as she looked up to see just how high the plant life had grown over the years she spotted two stone points high in the air on the other side of the plants.
With a wicked grin on her face she unleashed her claws on the vines, slashing at them violently as she took pleasure in knowing that even if they could not talk that they where alive.
She slashed and cut until there was a small passage just the right size for her to crawl into, coming out from the other side her eyes where fixedsated upwards at the sky as she looked for the two stone points.

Marisa found them, high in the air the two stone points turned out to be two towers and as her eyes fell back down she came face to face with a chapel.
The chapel was just like everything else in the room, covered in vines and plant life.

''Pretty...'' Marisa muttered as she look in the stain glass windows around the chapel walls.
Two years ago they may of looked much more stunning with light shining though them, yet now they had been half boarded up, stopping almost all light to enter.

''Knock knock.'' Marisa mimicked the sound of knocking as she slashed at the vines that covered the door to the chapel.
''Mr.Tree doesn't want to let us in?'' She said in a some what sweet yet creepy voice.

As the last vine fell she saw that the door to the chapel like most other things inside the castle had a large 'F' on in.
Marisa pushed against the door but it did not shift.
She changed hands and decided to give it a good hit with her metal claw causing the door to rattle.
For a split second the doorway allowed Marisa to see past the center gap as it shook.

She saw that the reason the door would not open was because the door had been barricaded from the inside.
Marisa took a step back to look at the windows again, this time realizing that they too where boarded up from the inside.

''Someone not want to play?'' Marisa muttered to herself as she wondered why the chapel did not want her inside of it.
She gave one last hit against the door with her metal arm before turning her back on the chapel.

''Go away!'' Suddenly a voice came from behind the door followed by the sound of people moving around and the clashing of metal.

Marisa's head slowly turned back to face the door, her eyes wide open as her mouth grinned.
She licked her lips as her whole body turned to face the door again.
''Friends for Marisa? Oh yes we get to play with them..'' She ran at the door in a frantic hurry, almost slamming into it with her whole body.
Her metal claw arm came up and then quickly back down as it smashed against the wooden door.
Claw marks became the new pattern of the door as slash after slash Marisa attacked the door like a wild animal.

''Come and play, come and play!'' She screamed as her eyes became fixated on the small gaps she was creating as she kept attacking the door.
''Marisa want's to play.''

''Barricade the door!'' A voice called out on the other side as the sound of heavy wooden objects could be heard being pushed up against the door.

Marisa finally realized that the door was not going to open but by now she was too excited and even lusting over knowing there where people for her to 'play' with on the other side.
She had held back for too long but her wild side needed to be pleased.

Looking up she saw the stain glass windows from before and using her claw arm she started to scale the walls of the chapel.
In no time at all she was at the window which did not seem to be as well barricaded as the door.

''I think it's gone...'' A voice could be heard from below as Marisa pushed her face against the window.
She could make out people but the glass was not as clear as she was used too.

With one great swing of her arm the window came smashing down along with the wood that was blocking it.

The people inside scattered as the wood and glass smashed against the floor followed by Marisa who landed in her feet in a crouching position.
''Hehehe....'' A soft laughter came from her as she slowly stood up.
''Hahaha...'' Her laughter became more sadistic as she stood, her head still facing the ground.

''Wh..who are you?'' A man called out from only a few meters away, in his hands a long metal candle stick.

Marisa twisted her head to face him as she smiled,
''Do you want to play with Marisa?'' She asked in a soft gentle voice.
She raised her metal arm and pointed at the man.

''What..what is it?'' Another called out at seeing Marisa's inhuman looking claws.

The Valuan girl slowly turned her head, checking out the area that she was no in.
It was not a large chapel and consisted of mainly the one area.
Many large wooded chairs lined the room but most had been pushed up against what appeared to be the only door in and out.
At the far end was some kind of alter, gold in colour and seemed to be covered in light.

To Marisa's right and very close was the scared man armed with the metal candlestick holder, his cloths that of a cook.
In front of her about half way down the center aisle of the chapel was another man, this one wearing cloths of a butler and holding two small knifes.
A soft weeping noise was also near by to Marisa but right away she could not see a third person.

''Who sent you? How did you find us?''
The 'cook' started to as as he slowly approached with the candlestick at the ready to strike the creepy girl.

''Your not worthy of him.'' Marisa grinned, her head and eyes suddenly fixed on him.
The cook froze as Marisa turned and ran towards him, his only reflex was to hold out the candlestick as Marisa leaped into the air.
Her claws came down and sliced the candlestick with ease yet they did not stop there.

She stood up and took a step back from the cook.
Turning her head she looked over at the butler, putting her claws to her lips she licked the blood.
The butler could not figure where the blood had come from but just as he wondered he watch as behind the Valuan girl his comrade split in half and fell to the floor.
He dropped one of his knifes as he covered his mouth, the feeling of sickness came over him from the sight.

''She says your next.'' Marisa took a few steps closer to the butler who dropped his second knife and started to run down the center aisle in the opposite direction.
Marisa already figured there was no other way out and so walked over to the dropped knifes, picking one up she placed it against her leg as she made a light cut.
She smiled as to her it felt good, but the knife did not satisfy her and so she tossed it to one side, the noise of the knife hitting the ground echoes around the room.

Looking down the aisle she saw at the butler had no where to hide and was standing at the alter of the chapel.
She slowly started to walk towards him, letting her claws drag across the ground as she gave him a sweet smile.
''Don't be scared, she won't hurt you.'' She said in a soft voice as she approached the man who had fallen to his knees in fear.

Marisa stood over him for a moment, a thought appeared in her head.
For some reason these two men became extremely scared far too quick for her liking, almost as if something else had scared them ready for her.

She wrapped her claws around the butler's chin and lifted his head so that she could see his face.
''Don't be scared.....She won't hurt you.....'' She repeated her words.
''But Marisa will!'' Her voice snapped to it's violent self as she closed her metal claws around his head, crushing his skull in one go.

As Marisa stood up, pleased with her work she could not help but look at the alter.
There was an open book sitting on top as if someone had been reading from it.
She used her hand to start turning the pages, the act of something so simple calmed her back down which allowed her to think again.
''Master was right, there are people here.'' She told herself out loud as she turned more and more pages, looking for pictures.

''We don't like this book, boring.'' Marisa said as she neared the end and not finding any pictures.
She slammed the book closed and was ready to walk away when she remember the other part of her mission.
''Oh, that man wants books?'' She picked up the book.

It was covered in some kind of white leather with gold around the sides which connected with a lock to which there seemed to be no key.
This was no trouble as the book had already been opened and so Marisa attached it to the back of her belt.

There was nothing else of interest in the chapel and so Marisa turned down the aisle and started to make her way to the main door.
That was when once again her ears picked up the same weeping sound from before.

Marisa stopped in her tracks and stood still, listening for the sound again.
She got the feeling that she had missed one of the 'hide and seek players' as her claws started to twitch.
The Valuan girl silently got down onto all fours, her head against the ground she looked around.

A smile spread across her lips,
''Found you.'' She said in a sweet voice.

Laying under one of the long wooden benches was a woman wrapped in a dark brown cloak who had been crying from the moment Marisa first attacked the front door.
She looked on with fear as Marisa started to crawl across the ground towards her, slowly picking up speed.

''Stay back...Go away..'' The woman muttered as her eyes widened.

By now Marisa's face was an inch from the woman as she stuck out her tounge and licked her check.
''Why you hide from us?'' Marisa asked as she licked away a tear from the woman.

''He will find me...He will find me...'' The cloaked woman seemed more scared of someone else than Marisa which did not please her one bit.
The wooden benches where tossed across the chapel as Marisa stood up in a rage.
With one quick motion she scooped her claws down and impaled the woman on them, lifting her up her claws only dug in more as Marisa looked her in the eye.

''Even Marisa sometimes scares Marisa.'' The crazed girl said as she swung her claws to the right, slicing the woman in half as the top half of her hit against a wall.

Before the bottom half of the woman could fall over Marisa made her way to the door and started to smash the wooden benches out of it's way.
This did not take her long and soon the door was open as Marisa walked out from the chapel.

''Marisa did good today.'' She told herself as she tapped the book on her belt.

There was nothing more in the conservatory and she did not want to go back the way she came, so the only other thing of interest to her was what was on the other side of that wall.
Slowly she made her way back towards the small river of blood that was flowing from the wall.
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Picking himself off of the floor Isaac looked around and then up. Sure enough up above him was the balcony he had stood upon not more than 15 minutes prior and across the ballroom was the entryway that everyone had entered the castle through. Essentially he has back to square one which was infuriating. "Urg... damn traps. This castle is really getting on my nerves... at least I got a book though." On the side of the ballroom appeared to be a dining hall through and archway, beyond it was a more dimly lit with a long table and chairs. "Might as well look..." With that he snapped his helm shut and crossed over in the next room.

Upon inspection the dining hall appears quite normal and grand like most of the castle but that was where the similarities ended. "By the Moons..." Isaac stared in confusion as many of the chairs were broken and upturned, blood splatters covered the table as well as a significant dried smears around a chair at the head of the table emblazoned with the familiar "F." The dried and rotted remains of food and empty glasses lied scattered on the table and floors of the room and many of the walls draperies were torn. "What happened here...? It looks as if a massacre happened here." He approached the table and inspected the blood. Most of it seemed quite old, some was flaking off and turning to dust from age while others look oddly fresh. The hairs on the back of Isaac's neck stood on end when suddenly the whizzing sound of things flying through the air cut through the silence.

Several knives and other utensils sharpened to be like knives rained down upon Isaac from above, most clattering loudly off of his armor while some managed to find his left arm, both his arms being unarmored. Two of the knives stuck into the arm causing Isaac to cry out in pain as he looked up to try and see his assailant. Hiding up in the shadows on a chandelier was a woman dressed in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. He didn't have long to examine her however as with a choked cry the woman descended upon him with a large knife pointed down, no doubt with the intent to stick him in the head. The knife skidded off of Isaac's helm, causing a grating sound and removing some of its black paint. The woman's momentum caused her to collide with Isaac and drop them both to the ground. Before she could get to one of the knives Isaac was able to roll her over and pin her down. She started to struggle and spoke in a voice that broke and sounded of fear. "Let go let go! Dangerdangerdanger! He will kill us all runrunrunrun-!" She devolved into a run-on rant as her eyes raced around the room like some scared game animal.

"Shut up and speak sense!" Isaac then slapped the girl across the face to get her to stop freaking out but was only partially successful. She squeaked in pain then began sobbing. Isaac grimaced as he looked at the woman, she had deep blue eyes and appeared to be a young adult yet her tangled and matter hair was a blue-gray color with the tips being a strawberry-blond color. Her skin was grimy and her overall odor was offensive as if she hadn't bathed in known history. Her maid's uniform was stained with dried blood and was torn up and rumpled as if it had been the girl's only outfit in some time. She appeared Valuan although being just a maid, and a dirty one at that, led Isaac to assume with some disdain that she was of Lower Valua. "Stop crying damn it, I'm not here to hurt you.." He quickly pulled out a bloody knife from his arm and tossed it away before the maid could squirm free. "Although it seemed you want me dead... who are you and why are you here?"

The maid quieted and sniffled, the tears just smearing the grime on her face. "I-I-I-I..." She stuttered and flinched as she saw Isaac frown, his face now visible due to his helm being knocked open after she fell upon him. "K-Katrina... I'm a m-maid..." she looked around quickly as if anticipating a demon to suddenly appear. Her voice dropped, "Y-you should n-not be h-here... dangerous... the B-Baron went mad... you must leave!" She began struggling again and Isaac tried to keep her still. "Just calm down a moment. I thought this castle was abandoned, who all is here?" Katrina then began explaining about how the Baron had slipped into madness and began hunting the other residents of the castle for sport ((OOC - I won't explain it out as bear did nicely in his post)) and that this had been going on for the last 2 years. Isaac felt ill thinking of the Baron's actions and felt a sudden sympathy for Katrina, even if she was below him socially, what she had gone through was unspeakable.

Katrina had finally calmed and just stared up at Isaac fearfully. "Katrina right? If I let you go will you not attack me or run away?" She shook her head, "N-no..." With that he got off of her and stood, his arm aching from the knife wounds. "Nice throwing... no wonder you managed to live this long with your skill." The complement was legitimate, it was rare to get the drop on the mage warden, especially getting to the the point of drawing blood. She merely nodded her head and scuttled about the room like a mouse, picking up the knives and putting them in straps around her waist and legs that looked to have been fashioned out of normal belts.

After she had finished restocking her arsenal, Katrina came up close to Isaac and looked him over. "You... are a soldier... trained... powerful... you could stop the Baron perhaps?" Her broken speech was a testament to her length of silence previously and she sounded more like she was talking to herself than another person. Isaac nodded "Maybe... I do not know his level of skill but if he has been able to eliminate all of you on his own then he must be very talented... perhaps private lessons or a military background..." He didn't know which but it didn't matter, obviously there was a crazed murderer on the loose in the castle and that meant that everyone was in danger... including the man who had blown up their ship. "Ugh this was supposed to just be a book collecting mission... I am Isaac by the way, Isaac Flores." He bowed to her and turned to look at the archway that led back to the ballroom.

Katrina scooted up behind him and peeked over his shoulder and looked around echoing his words. "Books books books... I will stay with Isaac... he will keep me safe. Strong soldier yes. Baron beware." Isaac sighed, the slightly crazed maid's faith in him wasn't very reassuring but one thing was certain: the ante had been upped and the need to escape Castle Forscythe had become quite dire indeed.
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(OOC - The next post is reserved for the Dungeon Master. Gord's post will be due one week after mine. This post will not substitute for my regular slot in the posting order.)

~

After exiting the room that held the castle's generator Octavia passed through another nearby door, continuing her exploration of the lower level.

Beyond the door was a short hallway, perhaps 30 feet in length, that terminated at yet another door. To her right was a drab wall of tan stone painted with a scrollwork pattern in jade green. But to her left the upper half of the wall was set with a mirror that ran the length of the hallway.

Octavia started in surprise when she beheld her own reflection in its mirrored surface, imagining some fiend stealing up beside her. But she quickly recovered her wits when she realized what she was looking at and even took a moment to inspect her current appearance as it was reflected back at her.

After her brief self inspection Octavia continued down the corridor, accompanied by her own reflection as it mirrored her movements. She was two-thirds the way down the hall, nearing the door, when she detected something strange at the corner of her vision.

Turning towards the mirror again Octavia was startled to see that it now reflected someone other than herself!

Instead of her faithful reflection cast in the mirror Octavia was now found herself peering at someone else. He was a stout man, no taller than herself, dressed in the eccentric finery of a nobleman who had a flair for the dramatic.

The figure in the mirror was dressed in a pair of billowing pantaloons woven from rich red fabric and embroidered with gold stripes down their lengths. His jacket was of the same hue, also embroidered with golden scrollwork. His feet were shod in white stockings that tucked into a pair of expensive-looking loafers. Atop the man's head sat a red velvet hat with a single plume rising from its brim. From beneath it spilled a cascade of golden locks that fell to his shoulders. The upper half of the man's face was concealed behind a painted harlequin mask.

Octavia took all of this in at a glance but three features of note stood out in the man's appearance; first and foremost, he was armed. At his hip was suspended an exquisite jeweled rapier and Octavia could see the butt of an elegant dueling pistol tucked into his waistband. Second was the deranged expression on the man's face. His teeth were bare in an amused grin and his eyes flashed with madness behind his mask. And third was the letter "F" embroidered into the man's shirt in gold thread.

It would seem that Octavia has encountered the enigmatic Baron Forsythe.

With this troubling realization Octavia took an involuntary step back. Strangely the Baron mirrored her movement and stepped back as well. Octavia's hand strayed towards her mechanical arm, perhaps in preparation to use it as a weapon, and again the Baron mimicked her move-for-move. Finally, in a show of impatience at such a foolish spectacle, she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side.

The Baron again copied her. But afterward Octavia refused to move and after a few seconds the Baron tired of standing in that position. Finally breaking off his act he reached down into his coat pocket and produced a golden pocket watch. Its face opened with a click as he checked the time. Then, lifting his face to peer at Octavia, he shook his head and waggled his finger as if to say "not yet." And then, in a sudden blur of motion, he vanished back the way he'd come, his movement now concealed behind the mirrored glass once more.

Octavia relaxed visibly at his sudden absence but remained alert for his return. She stepped forward to inspect the wall that had stood between them. Her prosthetic eye still retained enough depth perception to reveal that the mirrored surface had trailed off into a pane of mundane transparent glass, revealing another hallway just on the other side of it. Its far wall was identical to the one behind her and its scrollwork pattern was perfectly aligned with the one behind her.

If she hadn't known better it would have appeared as if she were still gazing into a mirror, albeit one where her reflection was absent. Octavia shook her head, somewhat disoriented and irritated with the optical illusion that had been created here. And yet she was now keenly aware that there was another hallway running parallel to the one she was in now.

~

Octavia has just had a run-in with the murderous Baron Forsythe. You may now proceed however you wish but there are a few things to consider first:

1. The Baron may still be in the area so further exploration of this area might not be the wisest choice. At this point in the event he cannot be defeated so a confrontation would be tantamount to a "game over".

2. Why was the Baron down here? Was this just a random encounter or did you catch him in the act of doing something? If so, what was it that he was up to? It might be worth the risk to find out.

At this point you may either resume your search of the area as you'd planned or respond to this new situation. Depending on your choices I may supply further material relating to this development.

Baron Forsythe remains under my control however. Only I am allowed to dictate his actions.
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Octavia drew a hiss of breath as she stepped back from the pane of glass and the near-identical corridor that hid behind it, again surveying the mirrored glass as it lapsed in reflective sheen to become just glass. Had it been designed as a two-way mirror along the whole length, she wondered, and had the middle just happened to lose a reflective sheen that had once obscured the far side from this? Or had it been designed the way it was from the start, for whatever reason one of the Barons Forsythe might have had for doing so?

She cast a glance off in the direction she’d come from, the direction in which the mummer-baron had dissapeared off toward. Even standing right up close against the pane of mundane glass she could not see far into the opposite corridor – but, she had to assume, the same might not hold true upon the corridor’s far side. And at that she pressed her teeth together hard; the Baron might have fled right along the other corridor and out wherever it led, but equally if he had stopped after passing behind what she saw as reflective glass he might still be lurking up at the other end of the corridor, and she would be none the wiser.

Octavia took one final look through the pane of clear glass, checking for herself that the Baron hadn’t and wasn’t slipping past on the other side of the clearly transparent pane of glass. And then she broke into a brisk stride, pacing quickly toward the door at the far end, and pushing it open…
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(OOC - This will be a two-part post. The first is a DM post in response to Gord's actions and the second will be my regular post.)

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After her startling confrontation with the Bloody Baron Octavia wisely chose to move in the opposite direction as he had despite not knowing what lie ahead. Stepping through the door at the end of the hall she found herself standing at the top of a spiral staircase that led down into the gloomy underbelly of the castle. There was only one door that let out onto the landing so she had to wonder whether or not the Baron had actually come this way or not.

Moving as swiftly down the staircase as her wheeled luggage would allow her too Octavia soon found herself standing at the edge of a small boat slip. Open sky could be seen beneath her and at the far end of the dock's entrance. And standing in the center of the slip was a yacht not unlike the one they'd all arrived here aboard.

(Octavia has located a ship. It will likely be your best chance to escape from the castle when the time comes.)

The yacht was slightly larger than Mr. Cambridge's had been. But its appearance wasn't nearly as pleasing to the eye as that sleek craft's had been. This yacht had once been enameled in an immaculate white paint but now its surface was stained a dull gray hue. Upon closer inspection one would see that it hadn't exactly been painted gray. More like several buckets of paint had been poured haphazardly across its surface, leaving its original color peeking through around its bottom half.

The sloppy paint work did not end there however. Someone had scrawled out a poor rendition of the Armada's insignia on the yacht's bow by hand. It looked to be the work of a small child but such was probably not the case.

Whoever had ruined the yacht's paintjob was the likely culprit in the further modifications that had been made on it; a trio of large cauldrons had been affixed to its bow with what appeared to be tar. In turn a pair of drainage pipes had been attached to each in the same manner, a clear mockery of cannon turrets.

It would seem that someone had modified the yacht to look like a Valuan battleship. It looks positively horrible now.

Feeling elated at finding a means to escape the doomed castle despite its absurd appearance Octavia immediately moved to secure the craft. She was mildly disappointed yet not at all surprised to find the door leading to its bridge locked. Octavia considered smashing out one of the windows for a moment but through its transparent surface she could see that there were no keys in its ignition switch either.

It occurred to Octavia that perhaps the Baron had been preparing the yacht to make his own escape and decided to postpone his departure for some reason. Or then again he might have been the one refueling the generator. Or both. Or neither. She wasn't certain.

But one thing was certain; she'd be needing a key before she could commandeer they yacht.

(OOC - You may resume your exploration of the castle now without fear of running into the Baron. For the moment at least. The key to the yacht can't be acquired during your search though. It will be presented to someone later in the event.)

~

"It's on one of the upper floors but that's where the baron...." The maid began, eyes widening with fear at the prospect of visiting her insane employers inner sanctum. But she fell silent and winced as E'ban held up his hand to strike her again.

"You will lead me to it." He said in a tone that brooked no argument. The maid stared at him for a moment, clearly weighing her options and likely trying to decide who she feared more. At last she settled on E'ban who was the most immediate threat and nodded in acquiescence to his demand.

With rough hands E'ban untied the bindings around her ankles and yanked the maid to her feet. He slid the golden letter opener back into his pocket and drew his pistol. "Move." He ordered, prodding the maid in the back with its barrel. She took a few stuttering steps forward but soon picked up her pace when the master thief gave her a rough shove from behind. "I said move!"

E'ban followed the maid back into the hallway. "Which door?" He asked in a flat voice.

"That one." The maid pointed at one of the doors across from the one they'd just exited. "There's a stairwell. But the door...well, It's locked. I locked it so that no one...er, I'll just get the key."

E'ban rolled his eyes at her babbling. Still, in her position he'd probably be locking a few doors himself. "Hurry up. And don't try to run." He growled, brandishing his pistol. "You may be able to outrun me but you can't outrun a bullet. Remember that."

Nodding hastily the maid stepped out onto the concave floor where her bedroll had been pitched. She crouched down next to it and produced an iron key from its folds. "Huuuh....oh Moons...." The maid suddenly gasped in fear. Her eyes were riveted to the floor and E'ban realized she was peering through the stained glass panel at the floor far below.

"What is it?" He sighed, stepping out onto the mural to see what had rattled her so badly. Probably one of the other expeditionaries. "Who is down there?"

"It's him." The maid gasped just as E'ban came to peer over her shoulder. "It's the Baron!" E'ban felt fear rising in his own gorge as he caught his first glimpse of the man whom they'd all believed to be a myth. And yet there he was; the well-armed and eccentric nobleman creeping through the same doorway Octavia had entered the lower levels through.

The Baron paused for a moment in the foyer to glance around as if deciding where to go next. And then, in agonizing slowness, his neck craned back until he was peering up at them from directly beneath the glass moon. "He saw us!" The maid shrieked, backpedaling away from the portal. "He knows where we are! We must flee! We must get as far~"

E'ban's hand crackled across the maid's face, silencing her immediately. "Calm down. There's no way he could have seen us all the way up here." He growled, trying to mask the fear in his voice. "Er, now then. Let's move on. Where is his study?" E'ban asked, suddenly eager to leave the area just as the maid had suggested.

"Follow me." She whimpered, stifling a sob as she headed towards the door she'd pointed out. E'ban moved to follow her but paused for a second to peer down through the glass sun once more.

The Baron was nowhere in sight.

~

"This doesn't look like a stairwell." E'ban muttered as he beheld the room the maid had led him into. "And it's sure as hell not a study either."

The room the maid had led him into was a library. It was covered from wall to wall with bookcases, each one bearing dozens of musty old tomes. In the center of the room was a single wooden table with a half dozen chairs arranged around it. There didn't seem to be any other exit from the room besides the one the two of them had just entered through.

"It's hidden." The maid explained simply. E'ban had already figured as much. Doorways hidden behind bookshelves were so cliche' it was a wonder anyone even bothered anymore. And given the castle's hackneyed use of such gimmicks he would have been surprised if there hadn't been on in a room like this.

E'ban moved over to one of the shelves and began examining the spines of the books that it held. "Which one is it?" He asked curiously. It would take him quite a while to check every book on every shelf for the hidden trigger. Hopefully the maid already knew which one it was.

"Which is what?" She asked, not understanding his question.

E'ban turned to glare at her. "Don't be coy. Where is the hidden door?"

"Door?" The maid returned.

"Yes, the door. You said it was hidden right?" E'ban shot back. He was growing agitated but held his temper in check for the moment. "Which one of these shelves is it behind?" The thief asked, speaking slowly as if he were talking to a child.

"None of them." The maid answered with a bit of derision in her voice as she stepped over to the table and ran her hand along its underside. Her finger encountered a hidden switch and pressed it. In response a circular section of the ceiling separated from the rest and began to descend into the room. Built atop it was a narrow spiral staircase that slid smoothly through the hole and came to light upon the floor.

With the staircase revealed the maid turned her questioning eyes back to E'ban, as if asking if he wanted to proceed. "Oh, I see." The thief answered flatly.

"You thought it was hidden behind a bookshelf?" The maid asked in an almost playful tone of voice. "Who even does that anymore?"

E'ban shook his head, too dumbfounded to even feel angry. "Move it." He said instead, gesturing for the maid to ascend first.
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Marisa stood for a moment as she looked at the wall that covered the whole right side of the conservatory.
It reached all the way to the top of the room where the glass met it yet there was no windows or doors in sight.
The only thing that was noticeable to Marisa was the small stream of blood flowing like a river from under it.

She turned her head to take one last look at the statues of terrified people before raising her metal claws into the air.
Like a savage best she dropped to her knees and started to slash her claws against the wall where the stream was coming from.
Dirt shot up against her face as she lashed out followed by the blood which caused her to lick her lips with excitement.

Only after a few minutes the first brick crumbled away which made the Valuan girl smile.
More of the wall started to crumble which also allowed more of the blood to come rushing out from under it.
Finally a small section fell away just the right size for Marisa to crawl under.

She found herself on all fours in the stream of blood as she made her way under the wall which was much thicker than she had thought.
It would seem that this was in fact one of the main outer walls of the castle and she was making her way back inside from the conservatory.

''Knock knock..'' Marisa said as her head popped out from the dirt tunnel she had dug under the wall with her claw.
She pulled herself up from the ground and shook herself clean from the dirt.

As she opened her eyes her mouth turned into a satisfied grin.
''She is so happy.'' Marisa said as her eyes could not pick what to stay focused on.
She was in a large brick room that seemed to be some kind of dungeon.

There where many devices of torture all around but what she finaly rested her eyes on was a pile of bodies in the very center of the room.
She walked over to them, her boots covered in the blood that was all over the floor.
The bodies had seemed to of had their skin removed which Marisa tilted her head at, looking confused as to why that had happened.

''Are you not cold like that?'' She asked one of the bodies that was on it's back with it's head facing her.
As there came no answer Marisa stepped back to have a better look at the pile of dead bodies.
That was when she realized that the way they where would suggest that they had been dropped there.

Looking up this was confirmed as above the pile of bodies was a large hole in the roof leading to a room above her.
It appeared to of had some kind of wooden shutter or door but it was open.

''Maybe Marisa go up there?'' She again asked herself.
She then took a moment to look around the room with her eyes just to make sure there was no other way out which to her there did not seem to be.

This made her wonder why the odd devices where down here if there was no other way in or out than the hole in the roof.
She walked over to the closest on and as soon as she got close enough to touch it she noticed that they where all broken and would no longer work.

This displeased her and so she lashed out at the useless torture devices, shattering their simple wooden frames.
''Your not fun if you not work!'' She yelled at the objects.

After she had done destroying them she took a moment to catch her breath, leaning against the dead bodies as if they where her own personal chair.
''We need to get out of here.'' She struck up a conversation with herself.
''Find more books?'' She looked at the book tat she had attached to her belt before leaning her head back to look at the hole above her.

That was when she remembered the people in the chapel she had 'played' with.
''Marisa maybe find more friends?'' She thought for a moment that if people where down here then maybe she could find more within the castle.

She sprung back up from the bodies and looked around the room for a way out.
That was when she spotted a rope from one of the devices she had smashed up.
Picking it up she judges that it was just right for her to climb up and out of the room she was in.

However the rope was far too light to reach the room above and did not have anything on the end to latch onto if it did.
Looking around again she could not see anything that could be of use to her, that was until her eyes stopped on one of the dead people down there with her.

''You lend Marisa hand?'' She asked it as she reached out and shook it's hand.
With a smile she pulled on the hand and tore the arm right off from the body.

Marisa then tied the rope around the arm and tossed it high into the room above.
The sound of the arm hitting the floor of the room above filled Marisa with pleased as she pulled on the rope.

The arm slid across the floor in it's own blood before hitting against a table leg.
The rope was secured and Marisa started to pull herself up.

She took her time as her metal claw arm made it hard for her to do anything that did not involve slashing people or smashing things.
Yet she managed to get herself out of the room and into the one above.

She took a moment to look back down at the room she had just come from and in a friendly matter she waved by to the dead pile of bodies as she tossed the arm back down the hole.
''Thank you kind sir!''

Marisa now found herself in a new room, but one that did not disappoint her.
All around where strange cloths hanging as if they where drying, but on closer inspection they turned out to be the skin from the bodies in the room below her.
''Even Marisa little disturbed.'' She said as she ran one of her claws down the skin.

Not that interested in the hanging skins she looked for a way out of this room and noticed that it had two doors on opposite sides of the room.
''Which door does she take now?'' She asked.
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