Lavinia scrambled for the door but she found it had disappeared.
It had seemingly been replaced with another bookshelf. It was as if where they had just
entered, was a dead end of a corridor. Lavinia latched onto Randall
with pleading eyes. He told her that the carpet was still on the floor, and
with a second look, Lavinia did indeed see the carpet back in its normal
position. However at the mention of the door disappearing, everyone turned
around to find that it had, indeed gone. Frustrated and a little confused, Danton went in search of Chance and took the
second door on the left down the corridor. As he opened the door, he saw that inside was a room full of relics and
old paintings.
Dust covered every surface and metals were dulled against
the candlelight in the room. There was one particular painting that drew
Danton's attention. It was a painting of a man in formal black attire, but his head was being served up by the body on a silver tray. As Danton squinted at the
painting, trying to make out the detail in the dim light, the face slowly became recognisable.
Jarvan's decapitated visage was now on the platter. The cheeks of the face started
to bulge as needles and syringes were continuously vomited out of the painting, piling up on
the ground in front of it. His emotions twisted within him, causing knots in his stomach and making him queezy. Danton fell to his knees and
crawled away and under a table with a small metal box on top; unable to draw
his tearful eyes away from the falling paraphernalia.
Across and up the corridor Lavinia, Randall, Eryn and Xera
took a chance upon the double doors at the end of the hallway. Inside was a
lavishly dressed table for dinner, with settings for three people. Randall nervously drew
his bow before entering and almost fired at a statue in the corner of the room. The three settings on the table had name cards, Froge, Zeigev and Lavinia. At the mention of this fact, Lavinia shuddered, dragging her hands across her face while rubbing her eyes. There was
a cupboard door to the right of the room
but nothing else caught their attention. Randall made sure he grabbed the nameplates before anything could happen. It was only as they left the room that they
heard a brief laugh before both Eryn and Lavinia felt a burning sensation on
their persons. The letters had self combusted leaving nothing but a minute amount of ash. Lavina broke down and fell onto
Randall. She cried to him that the last proof of her memories was now gone and
that all hope was lost. She then noticed through her sobs that the old man
had been in similar discomfort and asked him if he also had a letter. He
nodded, being carefully watched by Eryn. Eryn now presumed the old man was Zeigev, Froge's 'missing' assistant.
Chance had been in the first room to the left in the
corridor. He was in was a sitting room with a small fireplace, a rug, comfy chairs, a
sofa and about nine portraits that hung on the wall. He inspected each and every one for its
quality, and if poorly painted, the next valueable thing, the frame. He became rather too
enthralled with the paintings to even notice Chial had dissapeared. As he moved around the room, he felt as if he was being watched. He then remembered Chial and
looked down towards where he had left her, only now realising she was gone. The once
demure and understated visages of the painter's subjects were now curled into
smiles, while their eyes were narrowed and focused on Chance. There were a
couple of paintings, although a lot smaller, that were landscapes and he proceeded
to remove only them from the wall and strapped them onto his back. With the others, he could not stand anymore,
blaming them for the disappearance of the young girl. He lashed out at them
with his rapier, slashing the paintings maliciously, purposefully defacing the
art before destroying it out right. The canvases now started to bleed paint and
oil onto the wooden floor as they mixed into puddles
Next door Danton had finally realised that what he was
seeing was not a product of his own addictions, but rather a projection of the
house. To make sure however he took the drugs he needed. Fuzzy lights soon
burst around the painting and danced around the room leaving neon trails. With
this comfort, he plunged his karambit into the painting and cut it out of the
frame. With each successive cut, the painting gave more resistance, fighting being
removed. After he had done, he sat in the middle of the room, pleased that the
painting was gone, but he was now in his own world, watching the neon lights.
The room across the hall was the drawing room, a large
stately room with potted plants, ornately mounted pictures, a grand fireplace
and carved wooden chairs. The busts and statues that adorned the room seemed to
turn when unobserved, changing their expression to that of almost a smirk.
Randall had tried to calm Lavinia down
by sitting her by the fire but she was far too distraught. Between her sobbing, Xera and Eryn could make out the phrase I don't want to eat anyone. They backed away a little to the door,
remembering the horror described by her when she was here before. Randall
decided to try and knock her out of it by burning the name cards in the fire in
front of her, to which she screamed. Lavinia with maddened eyes, grabbed the chair she was sat on
and hurled it into the window next the fireplace and held her head and sobbed.
The window next to where Danton had removed the painting, suddenly
burst open like it had been hit by the explosion of a bomb. A giant boulder careered through its vortex opening, crushing
the room around him. The earth started to shake, as through this ever winding
hole in the wall, a giant stepped through, wailing like a banshee, accompanied
by a flood of water that poured in from every nook and cranny in the room. Danton quickly scrambled for dry land. From the view of gallery from drawing room through the window, Xera Eryn and Randall tensly looked on. Somehow the windows lead to
one another and it now seemed like the house was claiming the mind of Danton.
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