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As Emmelyn stood before the door of 3 Lancet Street, she raised her hand to knock, her knuckles tapping gently against the aged wood. Just as she wondered what she should be doing next, a sudden breeze swept through the air, causing the door to sway slightly on its hinges. It was as if the very elements themselves conspired to welcome her.

With a soft creak, the door eased open, inviting Emmelyn into the humble abode beyond. The hinges protested faintly against their long disuse, yet the sound was not one of rejection but instead of invitation—a gentle whisper of hospitality.

As the door revealed the interior, Emmelyn's senses were immediately enveloped by a fragrant haze, a rich blend of flowers and spices that hung in the air like a comforting embrace. The scent, mingled with the ethereal smoke of incense, lent the room a dreamy atmosphere as if she had stepped into another realm entirely.

Tapestries adorned the walls, each telling its story in intricate detail. One depicted a black-skulled beast juggling human hearts, while another showed angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. Yet the third tapestry drew her gaze—a tall, hooded figure shrouded in mist, holding aloft a flaming sword in a skeletal hand, its presence both eerie and intriguing.

The room exuded warmth and comfort despite the sparse furnishings—a wooden table draped in a vibrant red cloth and several elegant, tall-backed chairs. The colorful rugs across the floor added to the inviting atmosphere, beckoning Emmelyn further into the space.

Beneath the table, a basket covered in blue cloth caught her eye, Then noticing Stella standing there taking it in.

 

Emmelyn's heart swelled with anticipation as she looked over the threshold, feeling as though she had been welcomed not just by the house itself but by the unseen forces that dwelled within. With a step, she would embrace the promise of what lay ahead.

 

Note on a Harrow card on the  
BasketOn examining the basket you find mushrooms, creamy dip and bottles of cheep wine.

The Mushrooms are delicious and heal 1 point of damage and fill your stomach, the wine is over sweet and a bit watery, but it will get you drunk if you drink enough , and there is plenty.

 

Thank you for coming everyone. 

I had to step out for a bit, but shall return 

shortly. Please, make yourself at home. 

The basket under the table contains mushrooms, dip and 

drink for you all.

Get acquainted with your potential partners, I will be back soon.

The Empty Throne.jpg

bloodsprite

bloodsprite

As Emmelyn stood before the door of 3 Lancet Street, she raised her hand to knock, her knuckles tapping gently against the aged wood. Just as she wondered what she should be doing next, a sudden breeze swept through the air, causing the door to sway slightly on its hinges. It was as if the very elements themselves conspired to welcome her.

With a soft creak, the door eased open, inviting Emmelyn into the humble abode beyond. The hinges protested faintly against their long disuse, yet the sound was not one of rejection but instead of invitation—a gentle whisper of hospitality.

As the door revealed the interior, Emmelyn's senses were immediately enveloped by a fragrant haze, a rich blend of flowers and spices that hung in the air like a comforting embrace. The scent, mingled with the ethereal smoke of incense, lent the room a dreamy atmosphere as if she had stepped into another realm entirely.

Tapestries adorned the walls, each telling its story in intricate detail. One depicted a black-skulled beast juggling human hearts, while another showed angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. Yet the third tapestry drew her gaze—a tall, hooded figure shrouded in mist, holding aloft a flaming sword in a skeletal hand, its presence both eerie and intriguing.

The room exuded warmth and comfort despite the sparse furnishings—a wooden table draped in a vibrant red cloth and several elegant, tall-backed chairs. The colorful rugs across the floor added to the inviting atmosphere, beckoning Emmelyn further into the space.

Beneath the table, a basket covered in blue cloth caught her eye, Then Stella.

 

Emmelyn's heart swelled with anticipation as she looked over the threshold, feeling as though she had been welcomed not just by the house itself but by the unseen forces that dwelled within. With a step, she would embrace the promise of what lay ahead.

 

Note on a Harrow card on the  
BasketOn examining the basket you find mushrooms, creamy dip and bottles of cheep wine.

The Mushrooms are delicious and heal 1 point of damage and fill your stomach, the wine is over sweet and a bit watery, but it will get you drunk if you drink enough , and there is plenty.

 

Thank you for coming everyone. 

I had to step out for a bit, but shall return 

shortly. Please, make yourself at home. 

The basket under the table contains mushrooms, dip and 

drink for you all.

Get acquainted with your potential partners, I will be back soon.

The Empty Throne.jpg

bloodsprite

bloodsprite

As Emmelyn stood before the door of 3 Lancet Street, she raised her hand to knock, her knuckles tapping gently against the aged wood. Just as she wondered what she should be doing next, a sudden breeze swept through the air, causing the door to sway slightly on its hinges. It was as if the very elements themselves conspired to welcome her.

With a soft creak, the door eased open, inviting Emmelyn into the humble abode beyond. The hinges protested faintly against their long disuse, yet the sound was not one of rejection but instead of invitation—a gentle whisper of hospitality.

As the door revealed the interior, Emmelyn's senses were immediately enveloped by a fragrant haze, a rich blend of flowers and spices that hung in the air like a comforting embrace. The scent, mingled with the ethereal smoke of incense, lent the room a dreamy atmosphere as if she had stepped into another realm entirely.

Tapestries adorned the walls, each telling its story in intricate detail. One depicted a black-skulled beast juggling human hearts, while another showed angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. Yet the third tapestry drew her gaze—a tall, hooded figure shrouded in mist, holding aloft a flaming sword in a skeletal hand, its presence both eerie and intriguing.

The room exuded warmth and comfort despite the sparse furnishings—a wooden table draped in a vibrant red cloth and several elegant, tall-backed chairs. The colorful rugs across the floor added to the inviting atmosphere, beckoning Emmelyn further into the space.

Beneath the table, a basket covered in blue cloth caught her eye. 

 

Emmelyn's heart swelled with anticipation as she looked over the threshold, feeling as though she had been welcomed not just by the house itself but by the unseen forces that dwelled within. With a step, she would embrace the promise of what lay ahead.

 

Note on a Harrow card on the  
BasketOn examining the basket you find mushrooms, creamy dip and bottles of cheep wine.

The Mushrooms are delicious and heal 1 point of damage and fill your stomach, the wine is over sweet and a bit watery, but it will get you drunk if you drink enough , and there is plenty.

 

Thank you for coming everyone. 

I had to step out for a bit, but shall return 

shortly. Please, make yourself at home. 

The basket under the table contains mushrooms, dip and 

drink for you all.

Get acquainted with your potential partners, I will be back soon.

The Empty Throne.jpg

bloodsprite

bloodsprite

As Emmelyn stood before the door of 3 Lancet Street, she raised her hand to knock, her knuckles tapping gently against the aged wood. Just as she wondered what she should be doing next, a sudden breeze swept through the air, causing the door to sway slightly on its hinges. It was as if the very elements themselves conspired to welcome her.

With a soft creak, the door eased open, inviting Emmelyn into the humble abode beyond. The hinges protested faintly against their long disuse, yet the sound was not one of rejection but instead of invitation—a gentle whisper of hospitality.

As the door revealed the interior, Emmelyn's senses were immediately enveloped by a fragrant haze, a rich blend of flowers and spices that hung in the air like a comforting embrace. The scent, mingled with the ethereal smoke of incense, lent the room a dreamy atmosphere as if she had stepped into another realm entirely.

Tapestries adorned the walls, each telling its story in intricate detail. One depicted a black-skulled beast juggling human hearts, while another showed angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. Yet the third tapestry drew her gaze—a tall, hooded figure shrouded in mist, holding aloft a flaming sword in a skeletal hand, its presence both eerie and intriguing.

The room exuded warmth and comfort despite the sparse furnishings—a wooden table draped in a vibrant red cloth and several elegant, tall-backed chairs. The colorful rugs across the floor added to the inviting atmosphere, beckoning Emmelyn further into the space.

Beneath the table, a basket covered in blue cloth caught her eye. 

 

Emmelyn's heart swelled with anticipation as she looked over the threshold, feeling as though she had been welcomed not just by the house itself but by the unseen forces that dwelled within. With a step, she would embrace the promise of what lay ahead.

 

Note on a Harrow card on the Basket:

 

Thank you for coming everyone. 

I had to step out for a bit, but shall return 

shortly. Please, make yourself at home. 

The basket under the table contains mushrooms, dip and 

drink for you all.

Get acquainted with your potential partners, I will be back soon.

The Empty Throne.jpg

bloodsprite

bloodsprite

As Emmelyn stood before the door of 3 Lancet Street, she raised her hand to knock, her knuckles tapping gently against the aged wood. Just as she wondered what she should be doing next, a sudden breeze swept through the air, causing the door to sway slightly on its hinges. It was as if the very elements themselves conspired to welcome her.

With a soft creak, the door eased open, inviting Emmelyn into the humble abode beyond. The hinges protested faintly against their long disuse, yet the sound was not one of rejection but instead of invitation—a gentle whisper of hospitality.

As the door revealed the interior, Emmelyn's senses were immediately enveloped by a fragrant haze, a rich blend of flowers and spices that hung in the air like a comforting embrace. The scent, mingled with the ethereal smoke of incense, lent the room a dreamy atmosphere as if she had stepped into another realm entirely.

Tapestries adorned the walls, each telling its story in intricate detail. One depicted a black-skulled beast juggling human hearts, while another showed angels dancing atop a snow-blasted mountain. Yet the third tapestry drew her gaze—a tall, hooded figure shrouded in mist, holding aloft a flaming sword in a skeletal hand, its presence both eerie and intriguing.

The room exuded warmth and comfort despite the sparse furnishings—a wooden table draped in a vibrant red cloth and several elegant, tall-backed chairs. The colorful rugs across the floor added to the inviting atmosphere, beckoning Emmelyn further into the space.

Beneath the table, a basket covered in blue cloth caught her eye. 

 

Emmelyn's heart swelled with anticipation as she looked over the threshold, feeling as though she had been welcomed not just by the house itself but by the unseen forces that dwelled within. With a step, she would embrace the promise of what lay ahead.

 

Note on a Harrow card on the Basket:

 

Thank you for coming everyone. 

I had to step out for a bit, but shall return 

shortly. Please, make yourself at home. 

The basket under the table contains mushrooms, dip and 

drink for you all.

Get acquainted with your potential partners, I will be back soon.

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