Firnost Freehold

It is with a heavy heart that I have decided to hand off administration to someone else. A contact of mine offered to take it off my plate and I've agreed. I'm simply tired of idiots trying to twist my words, lying about how things happened, leaving things out, or trying to claim after the fact that things that were clearly intended as threats were not. I just don't need the headache. I don't even play on the site, nor profit from it. It fact, it costs me money for the server every month (I only take donations for the domain name, which is a separate expense). The new administrator is not now, nor ever was, a White Wolf player, much less a member of the old chats or friends with any random ones of you. Whether they open the site back up or keep it closed will be entirely their prerogative and nothing to do with me. Also, who they ban/unban will also be in their purview, not mine. With the exception of the few bad apples who like to spread unfounded lies, I've enjoyed talking to you all and my time administering the site. Over the next few weeks to months the site will likely be moved to a new server. At some point in the near future the new administrator will likely post their own message. To clarify: The site is NOT shutting down, someone else is just taking over running it. Were they to decide not to do it anymore, the chats would come back to me.

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)

There are 0 people here The most recent statement was made about 19 hours ago.

jacob c (sluagh kid): the childling's dark hair is under an old fashioned cap. he wears a vest and breaches that make him look like an extra from newsies.

jacob c (sluagh kid): "cool" he looks about

jacob c (sluagh kid): the boy walks on in to the empty hold, dragging fingers along the edges of the walls.

jacob c (sluagh kid): his fingers dig into the dustier parts, spreading little flufs and flakes of dust as he walks.

jacob c (sluagh kid): up and down, as the boy makes, perhaps without realizing, a dust mural of sorts

jacob c (sluagh kid): he has by now, made his way to the bar.

jacob c (sluagh kid): "tea please" his whisper is apparently heard, the Gauntlets start to make him some

jacob c (sluagh kid): jacob ambles up on the stool, and when the tea is served, he says to it "thank you. may your terrors be brief- unless you enjoy them. shalom"

jacob c (sluagh kid): and he takes a sip.

jacob c (sluagh kid): his dusty fingers hit the cup.

jacob c (sluagh kid): "i wonder if anyone ever died in here?"

jacob c (sluagh kid): another sip as he mulls that over.

jacob c (sluagh kid): "i don't hear any dead people" He squints "Don't seem em neither"

jacob c (sluagh kid): slowly the cup is drained. Bit by bit.

jacob c (sluagh kid): finished, he sets the cup down.

jacob c (sluagh kid): "i wonder whats in the walls?"

jacob c (sluagh kid): he presses against the paneling of the walls again, this time he doesn't stop with the fingers only

jacob c (sluagh kid): pressing, wiggling...slowly he slides into the narrow parting of it... there's a sucking sound as he flattens

jacob c (sluagh kid): and then has squirmed into the walls...

jacob c (sluagh kid): gone

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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 (1)
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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