Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Location: Capulet Manor,
Vanqor
Tags:
Kaila Irons
The old decrepit halls of the mansion had once been adorned with gold and red wallpaper, now they were grey and brown and peeling, stained and withered by time. The wooden floors that once were polished to a shine now looked like weathered grey bark. The windows of stain glass melted downward in waves like a sea wanting to touch the shoreline. The slightest breeze caused the mansion to creak and moan in pain.
Once long-ago families had lived here generations of them. The Capulet's had once been a noble house a very long time ago in ancient history. Now though the family's history had mostly been forgotten to time. What was left of their history on this dark overcast world, a world forgotten as well by most of the Galaxy.
The last known Countess of Vanqor Raven Capulet had died centuries ago with no living decedents. Yet one family member did remain alive, the keeper of this mausoleum and Matriarch of the once great bloodline. She had outlived everyone of her bloodline none having received the gift of the maker except her. She had seen generations of the family she started pass on into the flame of the volcano. She had been there in the time her descendant Raven had passed the last of her line.
Now she was the only one left, even still all the generations of her families' images hung on the walls of the home she built with her husband. She had loved each and everyone of them and this place was now a museum to each and every last one of them that carried the great name she had given them.
The diminutive old witch who didn't look even close to her actual age sat in her laboratory preparing a seeker spell. She was looking for people her maker had given her a list of to hunt down. Her maker, whom she both despised and revered in the same tongue, revered for giving her life but despised for the pain she had to suffer in their name.
As she prepared the seeking spell caught up in her work, her
crystal ball in the side of the room began to stir a swirling with green and purple smoke. She didn't pay it much mind at first, until it began to vibrate and humm. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at it with confusion wondering what it was acting up for.
"A visitor?" Here why? No one came to Vanqor let alone all the way out here so close to an active volcano. It wasn't a
Gundark the alarm spell on the crystal ball would have lit up differently, so it had to be a person. Curiosity finally got the better of Mystra and she moved to the crystal ball, her pale hands reached out and began to caress the smooth sphere of the crystal ball.
"Show me that which haunts my graveyard." She whispered into it.
There in the darkness and through the fog stood a silhouette of a woman clad in armor. The armor to finally crafted for it to be one of the populaces of this world to be wearing. A warrior coming this way but why? Had one of the few survivors of her hunts for the maker sent someone? No, they wouldn't know she was here, then who could it be.
She whispered into the crystal ball.
"Weave the webs." Her finger began to trace a spider web on the smooth surface of the crystal ball. As she did, the area around
Kaila Irons
began shift and change.
"Bring the fly to the spider." Giving Kaila only one path forward in the direction of the old decrepit mansion built into a volcano. The way back vanishing behind her into the fog.