Orphvius

Edlynne absolutely planned to attend the thrilling bee themed venture! Last time she attended a sleepover she scared a princess so bad that she bust her head open and at least ten guards came to the palace searching for an assassin; what a venture indeed..

[!] A handwritten note lay scrawled in messy ink stains and childish penmanship upon dear Olessya’s desk [!] Dear Auntie, I know we haven’t stayed in contAct much over the years so I understaND why you didn’t include me in your will so I’m just here to say that all is forgiven! I didn’t wanna give this to you in person because of the priest watchdogs with their point sticks and dungeoNs but when you fall asleep you’ll be able to join me on the shelf for TeA! I pray for you in my heart and in your walls. With Patience, Edlynne Mara Amador [!] On the back side of the letter was a depiction, wrought from crayons, of a flaxen haired little girl and a ginger haired women enjoying a spot of tea. [!]

Edlynne Mara Amador readies her finest crow, uselessly brushes her once flaxen tresses, and wipes away an ectoplasmic smudge of a tear from her hollow cheeks. After all, it wasn’t every day her dear cousins came of age!

A young Adiler prepares his best crimson attire..

All hail the Goat

"Good for them" A Witch of no real influence comments, folding it neatly before abandoning the parchment to the trash along with the other mail that no one had sent her ☽︎

A small dead girl waited patiently for her master’s return behind the front door of the manor..

A Witch shot up from beneath the cowl of her bed, slamming her skull against the treated wood of the rough frame. It had become habit for her to take rest beneath the shade of her nest, the stark comfort of dust mites and darkness kept her company whilst she dreamt of her late husbands’ demise; but not tonight. Tonight she dragged herself up from the sweat soaked sheets, the pounding in her ears not enough to overbear the queasy feeling in her gut. After heaving over the sink and wrenching for the second round she’d place a bare hand against her infernal tainted spine. The faded tender pink of the script a welcoming reminder of the child she was to bare in a few years time..

A Witch’s gleaming silver cataracts bled starlight as she gazed upon the heavens, the womb of the sky. Lofting a hand to her flank she’d flash an upside down horn symbol with a quick flex of her digits before retreating to her corner of the Wood

“Bastard” The young Adiler snarled, carefully filing away the missive in his scrapbook

“We stand by you” The former Ponce of House Munnel’s future nephew vows, folding the missive neatly into his freshly packed luggage.

I quite like the idea of inviting people to a dinner party or perhaps even tea for a simple conversation, adds some flavor and allows the player some control of their environment; not to mention things like housemagery or banes can be used to shake things up and add a more immersive setting Cool post!

+1 Good luck!

Mika

A fragile evil drifted in her room like a somber breeze, Muted crimson hues blinking in vice, or was it confusion; sometimes she forgot.. The little black sheep that dotted the walls of her haunt had begun to smudge, the chalk now faded into the grain of the oaken support beams. With a breathy sigh she’d wither down to nothing, an incorporeal presence of brooding torment. Suppose it was time to visit her Librarian?

The son of the long forgotten House of Adiler declares that his own family should most certainly follow in suit of their cousin Cerusils and have a cultural post of their own!

This is fierce

Very snazzy, demon cultist’s deserve only the best

Awesome effort you guys put into this, looks great!

“By the stars, Her majesty is such a slay, so fierce!” An Oracle howls into the night