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Bottom of the Steps~
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A set of rickety wooden steps lead up to the tall front double doors of this
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huge house. It appears that this place must once have been a very elegant
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place, possibly even the home of a socialite, but why a socialite would build a
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home in the midst of a forest such as this is beyond your comprehension. Be
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careful on those steps, they are old and gray and appear to be rotted in many
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places.
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credits info~
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Haunted Mansion by Kaan for Dibrova
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This is part of a five zone package, a Haunted Mansion nestled deep in the
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Dark and Sinister Forest. There are ghosts and spectres, rats and spiders,
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a cellar and an upper level, a ballroom and a study. That sort of thing.
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This is a zone geared toward experience gain - the objs are minimal, in fact
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I do not believe I even included the objs file since there really wasn't
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anything to offer, just a two junk eqs. The exp for the mobs is jacked up
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to compensate for the lack of eq, as well as the gold the mobs carry.
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Links: 00e, 02n, 04w, 06s, 07
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Northeast Corner of the House~
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The steps leading up to the front door lie just south of you, old wooden
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things that appear to be just about to fall into decay. Listening for any sound
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from within the house reveals nothing, it appears that it may be deserted.
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#25902
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North Side of the House~
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Empty, black windows stare at you from the wall of the house, giving a you a
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cold feeling of dread. Every indication you get tells you that the place must
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be deserted, however you still have the sensation of being watched. You cannot
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see any sort of entrance from here, save the windows, and just in case someone
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does live here, it would be best to leave those windows intact.
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Northwest Corner of the House~
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You can see a set of doors laying on the ground just south of you - those
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must be the doors that lead into the cellar. No other entrances are visible to
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you from your current vantage point.
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West Side of the House - Cellar Entrance~
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A set of what were once white painted steel double doors are laying closed at
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your feet, doors that you assume would lead to the cellar. The paint now has
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mostly chipped or worn away, leaving the doors a sort of dirty, brown and white
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and gray combo color. Leaves blow past you, the breeze which carries them
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smelling of something familiar - almost like blood.
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Southwest Corner of the House~
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To the north you can see the double doors which lead the way into the cellar.
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The walls of the house are of chipped wood siding, the paint that once covered
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the walls flaking and peeling,completely gone even in some places. You cannot
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see any other ways into the house from here except the cellar.
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South Side of the House~
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You stand here wondering what sort of person would build a home in the midst
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of a wood such as this. This home was very obviously once a very fine home, the
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type which is built for politicians or persons of extreme wealth. It has long
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since fallen into decay - a crumbling, wasted ruin. There could be no chance
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that anyone might still live here - could there?
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Southeast Corner of the House~
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To the north, you can see the rickety steps which lead up to the front doors
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of this home. You have to wonder to yourself, though... Do you really wish to
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enter into this place? There is obviously no one living here anymore - at least
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it seems that way. You hear a small skittering and a thump from within.
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Probably just a rat or a squirrel.
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Front Hallway~
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You give a start as you realize that the door is closed, even though you know
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you opened it yourself. The paneling that once must have shone with the care
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and polish of good housekeeping has long since been eaten away by vermin from
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the forest, small holes dot the walls from those intrusions. Some faded
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pictures hang along the walls, old pitted and worn metal sconces next to them.
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Although all of these things here now seem worthless junk, at close inspection
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you can tell that they were once extremely expensive pieces. It seems strange
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that the items were never taken when the old occupants left, or at least
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auctioned off by relatives. The hallway heads into the house to the west. To
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the east is the front door .
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Inner Hallway~
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The hallway has opened up into a tall, arch ceilinged hall, wide enough by
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far to be called a hall, rather than a hallway. Wide crystal chandeliers line
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the ceiling, most of them missing pieces in spots - the crystal cracked or
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fallen along the floor, dirt and grime accumulated through the years all over
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the surface of the once-fine crystal. The place would be quite impressive were
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it not for the fact that the signs of abandonment were so clear. There is a
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small coat closet to the north, the main living through an entryway to the
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south.
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Butler's Pantry~
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This large, walk in closet was made to hold coats for large numbers of guests
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during social functions. This was a place the butler could keep most of his
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serving tools and extra linens, and maybe the occasional nip of brandy when the
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master had his back turned. Now the shelves and racks which would have held the
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coats has long since fallen into ruin, a crumbling mass of splintered, rotted
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wood falling in on itself.
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Main Living Quarters and Social Gathering Room~
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All parties, balls, and any other sorts of social functions always ended
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finding their way into this large room. Business deals larger than most kings
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make in a year were made in this room, newlyweds made their vows and new years
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were brought in in this room. The torn wallpaper, the broken chandeliers, and
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the rotted furniture gives you a terrible feeling of sadness, a feeling of
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immense regret.
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Main Living and Social Gathering Room~
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The room makes a large dogleg, the echoing chamber you stand in large enough
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that even with that dogleg, you can see most areas of the room from anywhere you
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might be standing. The floor, made of hard cherry wood is eaten away and rotted
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in many places - the footing here quite treacherous. There seems to be nothing
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of value left in this place, only a lingering feeling of overwhelming loss and
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sadness.
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Main Living and Social Gathering Room~
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The large dining room just to the north and more of this once-opulent room to
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the east, your choices are basically the same. Too much ruin, too much lost,
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you can understand why the old occupants of this home might never ever want to
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leave. But what purpose would they serve - staying here for all eternity?
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Dining Room~
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The gilded wooden table, long enough to seat ten men with elbow room, lays at
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an angle as one of the legs has been chewed through by rats or vermin of some
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sort. The candelabra that decorated this fine table, along with the linen has
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slid to the ground in a heap just next to the table. Another of the beautiful
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chandeliers that you are finding typical of this place hangs above the table,
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long trails of cobwebs streaming down from its decor. The main room is to the
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east and south, the hallway to the north.
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Hallway~
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You can almost imagine the men in their fine black coats, the tails almost
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long enough to drag the floor. They would walk through this hall, admiring the
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fine oil paintings and sipping their brandy or whiskey, as the bright light of
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the chandeliers above lit the room as if it were high noon in the sun, no matter
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what the time of day or night. Just north of you lies a swinging door,
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presumably to the kitchen, for through an open way to the south lies the dining
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room.
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Kitchen~
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So far the only piece which you have seen here that has escaped the elements
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and the wild animals of the surrounding forest is the thick wooden carving table
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which sits dead center of this room. It is filthy, covered in rat droppings and
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cobwebbing so thick that you wouldn't know it was made of wood were it not for
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the holes drilled deep into the far side of it where the knives were to go.
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Steel tables line most of the walls, an old broken down cooler resting in the
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northwest corner.
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Stair Landing~
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The hall in the upper level seems much more dark than the lower reaches.
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Maybe it is the size of the lower halls - with so much room, there would be more
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space for the light to travel, making things seem brighter. A neutrally
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flowered wallpaper lines the walls here, with the same type of sconces set into
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the walls as downstairs. Doors lead off from this hallway at inetrvals,
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presumably into bedrooms.
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Narrow Hallway~
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The stairs seem solid enough, through the dust and grime which covers most of
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the old ratty carpeting you can see where the holes in the wood are and how few
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there are. Nothing is visible from here in the upper reaches, just a short
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staircase and a landing at the top where a hallway heads off into darkness.
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You have an uneasy feeling, peering into that darkness, as if you were violating
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someone's private sanctuary no matter how long ago they passed away.
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Narrow Hallway~
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The narrow confines of this hall seem so different and claustrophobic after
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being on such a wide hall as the one just south of here. There was once a plush
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carpet lining this hall, which you can see leads to a set of stairs, probably
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the way to the living quarters. The carpet is still robust in some spots, but
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wet and mottled, with what sort of substance it is probably best that you do not
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investigate all too much.
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Hallway~
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The hallway seems to widen even more than it was, although of course this is
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an optical illusion rendered by the fact that there are open exit leading south
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and north from here. The entire southern wall has opened into what was a gaming
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room, where the men could take leave of their women in order to find a bit of
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sport in competing with each other. To the north is a narrow hallway leading
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Gaming Room~
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An old billiards table still rests upright in the southwest corner of the
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room, its surface torn to shreds by the forest vermin. A dicing table has
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fallen into wooden clumps after having its legs all rot our from beneath it. A
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dart board lays against the wall on the floor, askew and broken in the center
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most probably by its fall from the wall where it must have hung.
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Hallway~
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The hallway makes its grand entrance into the ballroom from here, never truly
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ending but more flowing into the Grand Ballroom just west of here. The way into
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the ballroom is strewn over withe spider webs so thick that you will certainly
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have to cut through them with a blade so as not to get them stuck to your
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clothing. A set of wooden double doors rest closed against the north wall and
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to the south is a short alcove, a closed door against its west wall.
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As you force the doors open from the hallway and step into this room, you get
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a breath of fresh air blown into your face - a clean, woody scent like that of a
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well kept library. Astonished, you look around at a study which has somehow
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preserved itself where the rest of the house has fallen prey to time and the
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elements . A layer of thick dust covers the desk and the shelves which line the
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walls, books seem a bit crisp but other than that it all seems in perfect shape!
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Alcove~
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The small in the west wall seems so unobtrusive as to ask to not be noticed,
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in fact it almost seems out of place. The area you stand in is only wide enough
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for one person to stand, almost too small to turn around in. This door
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obviously leads somewhere private.
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Grand Ballroom~
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The wind screeches in through a small break in one of the many window panes
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which line the walls of this immense chamber. Tattered draperies hang at angles
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from the tops of these six foot high windows, ragged and stained from countless
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years of grit and grime. The same immense chandeliers that line the ceiling in
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the outer hallway also ring this chamber, with an extremely large oen directly
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in the center. The lights in this room must have been fantastic when they were
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all lit during a ball or masquerade.
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Darkened Hall~
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The flowered wallpaper may once have looked comfortable and sedate, possibly
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even soothing to the eye as one traveled down this hall to their room where they
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might sleep or love another. It is now tattered and stained by time, the
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flowers appearing wilted and sick, as if a plague has infested this home and
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found its way into the wallpaper and into those flowers in that wallpaper.
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Attempting to shine your light east and west down the hall reveals nothing
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except the fact that you still cannot see farther than the ten feet your light
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Darkened Hall~
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The floor creaks beneath the carpet as your feet sink in with each step. It
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is somewhat unnerving to be in such total darkness that your light only shines
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as far as your outstretched arm. It gives you an uneasy sensation that anyone
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could be ahead or behind, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to assault
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you, to stab you in your back. For that matter, anyone could now be downstairs
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in the main hall, listening as your steps creak down this old hall. There is a
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closed door to the north.
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West End of the Hallway~
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The hallway ends at a set of double doors that appear to have been painted
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white when they were in their glory. They now are the same dull brownish gray
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color that so much of this building has adopted over the time since it was left
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deserted. Two sconces are set into the wall on either side of the doors,
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marking this a bedroom fo importance, possibly even the Master Bedroom. There
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is a door to the south, slightly cracked open but certainly not inviting by the
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looks of the darkness beyond.
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sconces~
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These old tarnished remnants remind that at one time this place was a very
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fine place, not the dirty ruin you see today. How old could this place actually
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be?
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East End of the Hall~
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The short jaunt that the hall made in this direction has ended at a set of
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doors. One lies just south, one lies north, and one lies to the east. The only
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one which has its door open is the one to the south. You hear a muffled banging
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to the north - could it be that someone still lives here?!?
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#25930
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Front Steps~
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Looking at the way these wooden slats bow under your weight and feeling the
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way the entire structure sways beneath you as you climb to the front door, you
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wonder if maybe this wasn't a bad idea. Better hurry up that front door and get
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inside before the whole thing collapses!
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#25931
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Top of the Steps at the Front Door~
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The doors lie just ahead, very large and very imposing. The steps still
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creak and groan under your weight, swaying with every step that you take no
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matter how careful you are.
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Bedroom~
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This looks to be one of the guest rooms where the master of this house might
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allow an acquaintance to spend the evening. The decor does not look as if it
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were cheap by any means, but certainly very neutral and without any taste in one
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direction or another. The tattered wastes of a down comforter lie all around
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the bed, its mattress torn to shreds. The dresser still seems intact for the
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most part, but filthy from the dirty feet of rodents scurrying about on it.
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#25933
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Bedroom~
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Because the door has been propped open for who knows how long, this room is a
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bit more run down than many of the others on this level. There is vitually
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nothing left of the bed which used to occupy the room, only some torn bits of
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cloth and some timber which the bedframe was made from.
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Master Bedroom~
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Larger by far than any of the other rooms on this upper level, this room
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boasted a bed large enough for five people to comfortably sleep, a huge carved
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alabaster bathing vessel and along the north wall, a beautiful marble fireplace.
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The bed is, of course, in tattered ruins now, the marble fireplace stained
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almost beyond recognition besides the fact that it once was a fireplace and the
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bath tub is so stained with rot and grime that it is almost impossible to
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believe that someone may have once gotten clean in it all.
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#25935
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Bedroom~
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You cautiously walk into the room, expecting to find some vagrant or even the
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master of this house, but instead find a broken window with a shutter which
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bangs incessantly against the wall outside. With the window open, the sound is
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amplified to the point of hurting your ears. This bedroom looks much like any
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of the other rooms on this level, quite a disaster with no hope of any type of
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remod.
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#25936
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The Nursery~
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You can still see a bit of the baby blue wallpaper that covered this room,
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the broken ribbing of a crib or playpen lies in the southwest corner. You
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suddenly feel such an immense surge of pity and regret at the fact that the
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people of this home must have been either torn from or killed in this home.
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They must have enjoyed a tremendous happiness while here and to have it taken
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away... Such a pity.
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#25937
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Bedroom~
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A quick movement catches your eye in the northeast corner of the room, but
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just as quickly you decide that it was most probably nothing. This must have
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been the room that the more important guests stayed their nights, as this room
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boasts its own bathing vessel and a larger bed than most of the other rooms. A
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large fireplace lies in the northeast corner, an amenity that all the other
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rooms on this level lack, excepting the master bedroom, of course.
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#25938
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Cellar Steps~
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You stand just inside the entrance to the cellar, your head still above
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ground, your lower body inside the darkness of the cellar. The smell that wafts
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out from the area below is strong with mold, mildew, and the scent of blood.
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It must be told that many an adventurer has turned from this cellar in fear,
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without humiliation or any feelings of inadequacies - this is not a pleasant
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place.
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#25939
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Inside the Cellar~
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The damp darkness of the underground cellar envelopes you as you make that
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last step into this awful place. An overwhelming feeling of terror permeates
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not you as a being in this space, but the space itself - as if the place you are
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standing within were afraid, and has been for an eternity. Shining your light
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does not do anything to give you a clue as to what lies in any of the directions
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you may travel in. All you can see is the dirt wall on the west side with solid
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wooden support beams running up the walls to the ceiling, holding this old home
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up.
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#25940
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Cellar~
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A small wooden door lies closed against the north wall, cheaply made and not
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all that strong looking. The wall which it is built into is made of loose
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mortar and stone, roughly hewn as most cellar walls tend to be. The west wall
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is dirt, marking it as the west end of the cellar - you may continue no farther
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west in this damp place.
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#25941
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Cellar~
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You stand in open air, as open as the air can be in a cellar, darkness all
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around you. The smell of blood and putrid decay still surrounds you, in fact it
|
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is as strong as you have noticed it to be at any place in this cellar. An
|
|
unshakeable feeling of being watched by some malevolent presence also forces its
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way into your conciousness, but your limited sight tells you nothing.
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#25942
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Near the Wine Rack~
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The way south is completely blocked by a long wooden wine rack, still
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|
partially stocked with old, dirty bottles. You can see that the cellar
|
|
continues south past the rack, but the only thing you can see past the rack is
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|
darkness - quite complete darkness.
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#25943
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Canning Shelves~
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The north wall has been covered over by shelving with rows of canning jars -
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|
some filled, some not - from floor to ceiling. The wood the shelves were built
|
|
from seems to have stood the tests of time, bowing a bit in the center from the
|
|
weight of the jars, but not rotting away like so much else in this house. You
|
|
can attempt to chow on some of the goods in those jars, but it isn't recommended
|
|
by the general staff here at Dibrova...
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#25944
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Dry Storage~
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|
This appears to be a root cellar, a small room with a dirt floor where
|
|
foodstuffs such as potatoes and beets were kept. There are, of course, no such
|
|
kinds of food left here, only a few dried out huskes that could once have been
|
|
potato skins but are so hard and crusty that they would be inedible.
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#25945
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Cellar~
|
|
You nearly trip over a pile of old trunks which were piled here for use when
|
|
the master of the house went traveling. There appears to be an open area just
|
|
south of here - further travel eastward is cut off by the dirt wall of the
|
|
cellar.
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#25946
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Cellar~
|
|
There is a small area just west of here behind the wine rack that appears to
|
|
have been used as a workshop of sorts by either the master of the house or -more
|
|
likely- the servants of the place. The feeling of death, the smell of blood, is
|
|
strong as ever - its still not too late to turn back.
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#25947
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Cellar Workshop~
|
|
A thick oak table was used for puttering around and because it was made with
|
|
such sturdy materials, it still remains on all four legs against the south wall
|
|
of the room. A few small tools were left on the table, most of which are
|
|
useless now.
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