Firnost Freehold

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What appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse to the untrained mortals eyes is to Fae eyes a lovely bed and breakfast, almost New England in style and charm. (This is a Changeling Chat Room)

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Tanith, Lady of the Lake: *she rubs her eyes* In here, somewhere. *then looks up* What about the one you were before you changed?

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): I was young. I really don't remember a lot

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: A mercy, perhaps?

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): there can be mercy found in many things

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: None to be had in the bog though. So I come here and I remember. *tilts her head* And It knows, and It calls.

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): then dont answer the call for as long as you ca before returning

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: That would be pleasant. Though I would grow to miss the bog. It is a pleasant prison, with it's cypress trees, willows, birdsong and dark water.

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): as I suggested, as long as you are able too. I know you can't nor would want to resist forver

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: Will that weaken it's hold? *she seems interested, her eyes are alight*

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): it might, yet like an addiction it could make it stronger too

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: I understand so little...about the dream.

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): the dream can be hard to understand

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: *she looks to the window* I need to rest...in the water. I will remain here. Thank you for your advice, Jack...I hope our paths cross again.

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: ((getting a little mush minded))

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): another time then, i should likely rest myself.

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: *she rises, towels off her chair, and heads out, tossing the towl into the sink behind the bar on the way*

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: ((Goodnight, thanks for RP!))

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): *thinks a moment moving over and gets a key from the gloves and heads up to a room*

Jack Hayes (Boggan Grump): ((night night))

Tanith, Lady of the Lake: *out the door to the garden, to the lake, to dream...*

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Firnost Garden (0)
Behind the freehold for an acre or so stretches a delightful green garden. Stone paths twist around the cacaphony of delicately manicured flowerbeds and wild explosions of roses. A small stand of willows bends to touch the surface of a clear pond where brightly colored fish occasionally break its still mirror. Only fae or their Enchanted guests can find their way through the doorways into the garden. (This is a Changeling chat room.)
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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