Into the Malevolent Castle, Trapped within Options

[Darkblade]

Every time The Castle appears, there’s always a feeling in the wind, followed by a storm that sounds more like the cackle of the unspeakable creatures rather than heavy rain and lightning.
Tonight, there was a tell tale storm and it didn’t sound like heavy rain or lightning.

The village of Bluethorn had recently begun harvesting crops for the nearing winter, piles of firewood had been stored in the warehouse for heating. The tavern was filled with the sound of good cheer and drunken laughter.
The villagers had grown accustomed to The Castle, enough to live with the noise it brought along with it at least, but not enough to call it Bluethorn Castle.
“The Castle’s back again, we’ll probably have some trouble with bandits of all kinds in the forests in the morning, best to leave a warning sign for those passing through.” One of the village soldiers commented to another.




Up in the hills nearby, a young man, Thomas Windcall was guiding a group to the castle.
“Not far now, half an hour at most if we don’t stop.” Thomas himself had been to the entrance of The Castle several times now, each time, he had seen a small group walk to their doom.
Whatever is in there, monster, Nethallian or demon, he didn’t care to meet anytime soon.

Shortly, two lights appeared on the horizon, torches had been left in front of the huge door, as if to welcome you.
“Those are always there, the torches, the group last year left them, I’ve never even peeked inside, too scared of getting my eyes gouged out by something behind the door, but I reckon there’s candles and torches on the inside.”

The distance was closed and the group had made it to The Castle, the torches burned strong despite the heavy rain. The smell of the air had changed, not by the burning torches, but by something from inside. It didn’t seem to have a familiar scent, not even of death.
The huge door stood closed in all of its mysterious glory, no one had pushed through past the carved wooden doors into whatever hell lay in waiting.

“Well, here we are. I’d wish you good luck, but I think it would be a cruel to give you all false hope. Don’t forget, you’ve only under 24 hours to do whatever pleases you in there before it vanishes. Farewell, Adventurers!” Thomas parted from the group, headed back home to Bluethorn to be out of The Castles eerie gaze.


Edward Wittherrain, looked over the door’s carvings, he’d never seen anything like that in Bluethorn or the city he visited during his time out exploring. The carvings were not depictions of anything in specific, just random shapes, many recurring throughout.
“Well, let’s not waste any time, call me Edward.” He introduced himself “If we die tonight or tomorrow, we die taking the bastards down!” he cheered before pushing on the door, although his physical strength didn't move it too much.

((OOC: Well, lets get started!
Wish I made an image for this, oh well.))

[Nicsp]

Siegfried Helge, Knight Errant, trying to make his way into The Silver Blade order. He headed towards Bluethorn, spending days on ships, carriages and what not as he made his way towards the rumored city. For the sake of being able to report things properly, and also due to his slight obssesion with organization, he kept a diary for this whole adventure.

Day one - First off...

Today I set out to Bluethorn, I shall be taking passage in a commercial freighter that goes by the name of Meerherrin, The Sea Mistress in Old Lanzen. My room is in the ship's storage, alongside with the horses, in fact, i'm afraid that my room IS the same as the horses. Only time will tell. For the moment, I shall focus my mind and body in the task at hand, reach Bluethorn and investigate the rumored castle, once it appears.

Day one - Entry two

My room is indeed, the same as the horses. My bed consists of bunch of hay gathered up in one of the corners. The swaying of the ship is seriously starting to make me sick...I should have predicted something of the sort. Also, one of the horses keeps trying to lick my face while i'm lying down, it's seriously starting to get annoying.

Day two - I hate horses. And the sea.

After having to go outside to throw up for the third time and for the second time having to clear horse salliva out of my face and hair. Night falls and I find myself writing one more page in this diary. On the bright side, however, according to the captain, the ship shall be arriving at the continent of Marose by tommorow morning. Once there, I shall find a carriage to Bluethorn. Now I just need to focus and don't let the swaying...Or that horse...Bother me.

Day Three - Port Hafen

Finally, land again. Port Hafen is located inside a small merchant town, I shall restock here on supplies and then find myself a carriage that can escort me to Bluethorn. Also, most important of all, I find myself with the extreme desire of eating a well prepared meal, probably due to being stuck two days in a ship only eating biscuits. I found a wonderful restaurant in the center of the town, I shall dine there tonight.

Day Four - Financial difficulties

I write here to remind myself that from now on I should check the prices of the food on the menu before I actually walk into a restaurant. As that last establishment I went to took away most of my money and left me without anything to pay for a decent carriage. Luckily, I happened upon a travelling merchant and his caravan that are travelling to Bluethorn as well, I shall travel with then, for now at least. Not as fast as I planned, but it'll do. I was greeted by a not so pleasant surprise when I saw his caravan, however. Apparently, he had stopped on Hafen to buy himself a new horse, this new horse of his happens to be my acquaintance made in the ship.

Day Five - Phat lewt

The caravan was attacked by a small group of bandits, probably figured it would be easy to rob a defenseless caravan, of course I guess I kind of ruined their plans. After having them dealt with and sending them running, I found myself a pleasant surprise, they dropped some of their things as they ran. No big deal, a few coins and some jewelry, obviously stolen too...But finders keepers.

Day six - Bluethorn at last!

Upon arriving at Bluethorn, I gave the merchant some of the things I had gotten from the bandits, to thank for the help. Once that was out of the way we each went our separate ways. I went now to the local Inn and have bought myself a room in here, I have settled down and shall stay here until the rumored castle appears, hopefully it won't take long. I have found out i'm not the only one intending to go into the castle, a man named Thomas will supposedly escort me and whoever else wants to go the Castle once it shows up.

Day Seven - Well, that was fast...

The Castle is here. I would've expected it to show up soon but I guess I must've gotten lucky, if I had arrived a single day late I might've missed this. No matter. Thomas is escorting me and the others to the castle once now...Among these others, the huge majority is human, there is one elf though, I just hope she doesn't get in the way. I should probably close this diary for now, i'll keep it here in the Inn and will write on it once i'm back...If I come back, that is.

Now...

Siegfried looked up towards the castle, letting out a loud whistle in surprise before he put his helmet on. Looking around a bit awkwardly at everyone else, who all seemed so short to him, considering he was 6'5'' feet tall, an average height for a Lanzenreiter but...He sighed and then spoke up. "All right then, let's get this over with." He drew his halberd and was about to help the others push the door open, but it ended up not being necessary. He shrugged and then followed the others inside. As he was questioned regarding the banners, he examined them for a second before announcing. "Nothing I've ever seen before, definetly not of Lanzenreiter origin, that much I can tell...Maybe...?" Before he could finish the sentence, however, he was surprised with the loud banging coming from one of the doors. He was about to go and help again but he was beaten to it again...Damnit, staying out of real action for so long must've ruined his reflexes. He figured he'd simply hold his halberd in a battle position and prepare until the count of three where they would unleash whatever was behind that door.