Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Meridon, a city not unlike london in a time when Jack the Ripper haunted its darkened streets... (Feel free to join in, but only when you see an enterence, please do not force yourself into the story if at all possible... There could be up to four companions in Alexi's wagon...)
Fog shrouds the cobbled streets of meridon, it nears the witching hour as the lonely clopping of hoof falls strike against worn stone, just as a distant clock tower tolls the arival of midnight. Alexi snapped the reigns upon the horses that drew his carriage along the dark street as his companions stirred in the back. The hated fog stole much of the nights already shabby visibility and seemed to charge the clocks chimes with an eerie finality.
The carriage slowly passes a dark alley. As if to mark its passage, a woman's shrill cry of terror cuts through the fog-shrouded night... Only to be cut short at its peak by a sickening gurgle.
Alexi places his hand upon the sword laid at his side as he yanks the horses to a stop. He looks back to his companions with startled eyes.
Fog shrouds the cobbled streets of meridon, it nears the witching hour as the lonely clopping of hoof falls strike against worn stone, just as a distant clock tower tolls the arival of midnight. Alexi snapped the reigns upon the horses that drew his carriage along the dark street as his companions stirred in the back. The hated fog stole much of the nights already shabby visibility and seemed to charge the clocks chimes with an eerie finality.
The carriage slowly passes a dark alley. As if to mark its passage, a woman's shrill cry of terror cuts through the fog-shrouded night... Only to be cut short at its peak by a sickening gurgle.
Alexi places his hand upon the sword laid at his side as he yanks the horses to a stop. He looks back to his companions with startled eyes.