With a city clamoring unknowingly just outside the gates,
A heartwrenching tragedy befalls the manor of the Weiss family.
The bygone Mother and father, deemed merely suicidal.
And at the age of only 11, their dearest Edelmira is left with a heavy new world on her shoulders.
Only three years since the day, in a world that hasnt felt quite right to me since, worrisome events are stirring our bleak days.
The local rumor is werewolves did it.
And that creatures of the night are finally here to take humanity.
My servants say otherwise, but, the papers are filled with reports of murders and kidnappings. so visceral- my mind can't help but raise questions.
The town is in great unrest, and for no merciful god would allow this to happen to us-
A peculiar idea starts stewing among the populace.
"For our god is found unfit, we can succeed him and take destiny into our own hands."
A curious line of torches reflected in a blazing river, a mob marching out of town.
Myself, a young mistress of the manor, left with a great fortune and many questions.
A coup d'etat for godhood and a gamble with the devil.
Two loyal maids,
A man proclaiming to be a hunter of "other" sorts,
A con man,
And a mysterious force we feel suffocating us all.
Three years ago she became the sole heir to her parents manor and fortune after a peculiar "accident".
Mythos states theres even more this family has hidden...
Blinded by scarlet fever when she was around 7 years old.
Quite fond of the young mistress, but still a dreamer looking for something more.
Sharp edged and confident. Full of suspicion with quick wits to back it up.
Loyal to the end, Indira is edel's other maid and her right-hand servant.
She stands proudly at her side, with an unspoken vow to protect her. Her mere gaze is a proclamation of true love.
Serious and silent, this man claims to be more than the average huntsman, but one tracking down the evils of the night. A penchant for the truth who swears to not back down from his mission.
A snake oil salesman and con, with little regard for the lives he affects as long as he reaps the bounty. Foolishness is the peoples fault, after all.
Good luck with NaNo 2017 everyone!