The Fearful Castle
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THREADID
33
POSTS
1 - 10
DISPLAYED
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This scene is linked to Meeting Mr. Bates
The corridor that leads to the Throne Room is a peculiar place and somewhere along its route, anyone approaching passes through the gateway that marks the beginning of the Hollow itself. The decor blends itself naturally to the Season of power, and currently displayed bronzed leaves, bare branches, owls, and lightning storms. Reaching the double doors of the Throne Room proper and Terri looks to her Heartsworn. "Ready?"
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Rick doesn't pay the corridor much mind as it shifts from that of a hotel, bound by the mundane, to that of a Hollow influenced almost as much by imagination and perception than any mundane law of physics. He'd been through it enough times to avoid being caught by surprise. Then they were at the door, "Yeah, I'm ready." Time to figure out what was going, what Mr. Bates was playing at...and hopefully finally begin to bring about the end to the unique threat that Tickle posed. Without further pause he moved to the door's handles, and opened the portal into the room beyond.
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The door opens wide and allows them both access without opposition. The interior is that of an old castle, all bare brick, tall ceilings and deep shadows. Several wooden tables are dotted about with bubbling potions in glass tubes atop their surfaces and the walls are lined with bookcases full of various tomes and scrolls. A large, candle-bearing chandelier dangles from the darkness above.
Opposite the door is the throne itself and it is empty.
Terri looks around suspiciously. "Hello?" she called out, her words echoing. "My King, are you present?"
Nothing. Nothing reacts accept the sound of Terri's voice bouncing from the walls. She looks to Rick and walks in, looing around as she does so.
Perception roll please, -1 for the shadows
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Rick's sharp eyes scans the room, especially the shadows. In one of the corners of the room, at an angle from the dais itself, he notices the glint of metal.
"Anything?" Terri asks looking around blindly.
Fail
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Rick's gaze was slow and deliberate, methodically sweeping the room. His ears perked too, doing their best to sort through the myriad of echoes bouncing back at them. "Something's off here..."
His head snaps around as he catches sight of the metallic glint, eyes fixating on it. "Over in the corner, be careful." And with that he eased slowly forward, every sense on high alert. His hand, meanwhile, creeping back down into his pocket and closing around the familiar contours of the trusty old nine-volt within. Just in case.
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Terri stayed behind Rick, removing the slingshot and getting a stone ready but not pulling it taut. Not yet at least.
Edging closer to the corner, Rick begins to make out the outline of a cage, the kind of which vets may use to transport large canines. As he gets closer, he sees something inside move, pushing away from the bars.
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"There's...something in a cage, something big." He turned as he spoke; eyes darting about as they looked for a torch, or candle, or something. A flashlight was not something he'd really thought he might need when he went out to the Four Seasons.
And he could feel that familiar knot of gnawing worry beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. What the hell was HAL up to here?
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"A cage?" Terri questioned, obviously confused. As Rick looks around, he can easily fins some lit candles around the Hollow.
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"A cage." The two simple words echoed, repeated in confirmation as he drifted away to retrieve one of the lit candles. Taking it in his hand, he slowly made his way back to the cage. Though whether the caution was due to what whatever was in the cage might do, or because he was afraid of what he might find, was anyone's guess.
Probably a bit of both.
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