MaryGold
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Our house, our home...
Black Rose Chateau has been in the Fontaine family since the country was built. And for centuries it has been passed down to the family's heirs, sons, and daughters who took the keys from their parent's hands and maintained the chateau as they promised to do. As they were raised to do.
This generation, however, had missed that lesson.
Emrys Fontaine, son of Magnus Fontaine, was raised outside of the Black Rose grounds. His father had abandoned his responsibilities, words that Melchior Fontaine wrote to his great-grandson time and time again. And now, the chateau key was passed onto him. Had he and his family not needed the escape, he would have let the home rot.
But not long after moving in, the Fontaines found that perhaps it was already rotting. The wallpapers were old and in some areas beginning to peel and grey. The worst aspects were hidden by the rows of paintings and portraits that lined the wall. The floorboards of the stairway creaked with every other step and the floorboards were covered in levels of dust that had never been cleaned in years. And every room, there was always a cold draft and wind that bagged against the glass windows.
Electricity was only installed in half the house. There were seven bedrooms, and only 3 of them could light a lamp. The rest were forced to use candles and candelabras.
As the family sat at their dining room table to enjoy dinner together, the room was lit by the old candle holders hidden away in the closets and store closets. The room was larger, and quiet except for the voices of the people who occupied it. The faces of the ancestors who hung on the walls peered down at the people as if watching their every move. Judging.
@wren. @PavellumPendulum @cyhel @Amira Muharib @DemonLordCry
This generation, however, had missed that lesson.
Emrys Fontaine, son of Magnus Fontaine, was raised outside of the Black Rose grounds. His father had abandoned his responsibilities, words that Melchior Fontaine wrote to his great-grandson time and time again. And now, the chateau key was passed onto him. Had he and his family not needed the escape, he would have let the home rot.
But not long after moving in, the Fontaines found that perhaps it was already rotting. The wallpapers were old and in some areas beginning to peel and grey. The worst aspects were hidden by the rows of paintings and portraits that lined the wall. The floorboards of the stairway creaked with every other step and the floorboards were covered in levels of dust that had never been cleaned in years. And every room, there was always a cold draft and wind that bagged against the glass windows.
Electricity was only installed in half the house. There were seven bedrooms, and only 3 of them could light a lamp. The rest were forced to use candles and candelabras.
As the family sat at their dining room table to enjoy dinner together, the room was lit by the old candle holders hidden away in the closets and store closets. The room was larger, and quiet except for the voices of the people who occupied it. The faces of the ancestors who hung on the walls peered down at the people as if watching their every move. Judging.
@wren. @PavellumPendulum @cyhel @Amira Muharib @DemonLordCry
GM NOTES
- It is getting late and the family is sat down for dinner after a week of moving into the chateau
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