Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140816115546

"Well, I didn't exactly get out much with my father around. So our best be would be this cabin and..." She cast worrying stare over at the pond as if she expected a terrible monster to come up from below the black water to attack them. "Anyway, let's start by looking inside."

As they entered the cottage, they found that the whole place was in pretty bad shape. Leaves, dirt and dust had begun to take over and the place practically reeked of a past skeever infestation.

"No one here", she sighed. "No one has been here for years. Just what is going on? Grita died when she was 97 years of age and this place looks like this? Feels like someone has cast a spell over the entire communite here or something."

The pond was calling to her. It was the only place she hadn't checked, yet she feared to peer down the dark waters. ''That's where father held me down, he would rather drown his own daughter than seing me married... and happy...''