The Phantasmic Adventures of Morteskvan

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[!] A sketch depicting quarters within the fortress of Morteskvan, the seat of House Ruthern.

 

 

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FOREWORD:

 

Esteemed Reader,

 

Welcome to the mysterious realms that lie within the pages of this captivating tome. As you embark on a literary journey through the haunted corridors of the Castle of Morteskvan, perched ominously atop a desolate mountain within the Duchy of Vidaus.

 

Prepare to be captivated by the chilling narratives of those who have encountered the ethereal inhabitants of Morteskvan – each tale, a glimpse into the afterlife that intertwines with the living world in ways that defy comprehension.

 

Embrace the unknown, for within the Castle of Morteskvan, the line between the living and the dead blurs, and the veil of mystery beckons you to uncover the chilling truths that lie hidden within its haunted chambers.

 

The journey you are about to embark upon is not for the faint of heart. 

 

You have been warned.

 

 

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Within the Castle of Morteskvan, the spectral presence of the Lady Lament can be common if you are within the right place at the right time. Found within the Ballroom and the Master Bedroom, you can tell this phantom is about when you hear the soft weeping of a woman.

 

Said to be Elizaveta vas Ruthern (nee Othaman) the first wife of Vladrick Var Ruthern. During her life she gave birth to Natayla Therese Ruthern and Josef von Grenzi. During her lifetime, she dedicated herself to being a loving wife and daughter to her parents Erik and Elizabeth Othaman before tragically passing away from an unknown illness at home with her husband.

 

While initially spine-chilling in appearance, this ghost proves to be quite amicable, seldom causing more than a touch of mischief. Her mischievous antics often manifest in the form of leaving puddles in her wake, and the presence of wilted flower

 

 

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In the shadowed corridors of the barracks, a spectral figure silently patrols the grounds, a lingering remnant of a bygone era. This ghostly presence is the ethereal manifestation of a man who once stood among the formidable ranks of the Black Company, sworn defenders of the Lord Ruthern.

 

In life, he was a stalwart warrior, his loyalty eternally pledged to the service of his liege. Now, in the afterlife, he haunts the walkways with a phantom resolve, as if standing eternal watch over the grounds he once defended. 

 

The clinking of armor and the faint echoes of military drills resonate in his wake, a spectral reminder of a soldier's unwavering dedication that persists beyond the boundaries of mortal existence.

 

 

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In the dim corridors of the tip of Morteskvan a sorrowful figure, adorned in an ebony wedding gown, wanders in search of a union that never happened. The tale unfolds through creaking floorboards and whispered sighs, revealing a bride deprived of the joy of marriage.

 

Those who explore the haunted halls witness the lingering echoes of an unfinished love story. The ghostly bride moves through spaces that were once envisioned for the laughter of a family that never came to be.

 

Legend speaks of her as a malevolent spirit, harboring a particular animosity towards married and young women. In life, she was known for her jealousy and spite, traits that seem to persist in the afterlife. The ghost is said to cast a veil of misfortune upon those who have achieved the dreams she herself was denied.

 

 

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Within the cold and dark depths beneath the Castle Morteskvan, a spectral clergyman deemed the Crypt's Clergy finds eternal solace. Veiled in the darkness of the crypts, he serves as the eternal guardian of the honored House of Ruthern's departed kin. 

 

With solemn devotion, this ghostly presence moves silently through the slated corridors, conducting spiritual rites and maintaining an otherworldly vigil over the resting place of the esteemed family's ancestors.

 

 In the quietude of the crypts, the reverberations of prayers and benedictions linger, creating a bridge between the living and the departed, where the clergyman's spectral watch remains perpetual.

 

This spectral entity holds a fondness for the Ruthern lineage, departing the crypts monthly. With the ascent of the full moon, he materializes above the family's beds as they slumber, silently observing and uttering prayers for their well-being.

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