[Denzel is roaming the Mansion. It's been awhile since anyone has seen the tall, lanky and hunch over man stepping foot around. Though, he's been rather ill between the time of the fallen Mansion and now. Now, Crocker is back up on his feet and he wasn't sure how much time has passed but he still had to seek out his few friends. The few people in ( Read more... )

Paul isn't an idiot, nor is he blind. He can see, with all that came to pass, that the past weeks have taken their toll on those at the Mansion ( Read more... )

It has taken time for this to happen, for the Dark Lord to gather it all, his influence of that which is not Arda but close enough to it, that which he hates about all else for the light of it remains a beacon ( Read more... )

[If anyone has been wondering where this craz craz has been, well he's suddenly and magically back in the main living room of the Mansion and quite frankly dressed a bit strangely....and screaming for some reason before he peeks his eyes open ( Read more... )

( You're running scared 'cause y' know they're out there/They're waitin' for the sun to go down. )

Denzel was staring outside the kitchen window, sipping his coffee. Noticing the change in weather he thought maybe he should go and visit Temeraire. It's been awhile since he's seen his friend and Crocker and the cold didn't mix well, he had been sniffling for quite a bit after the snowball fight. Crocker's eyes fall upon the table, that was empty ( Read more... )

If anyone was to wonder why Denzel was being so quiet, one doesn't have to look further then the basement of the mansion. Inside the workshop, Crocker has been staying up many nights, considering all of the spilled coffee mugs on the floor, trying to reconstruct a device. A rather strange and almost GhostBuster like. Next to that is a snowball ( Read more... )

It's a cold winter night, with a snowstorm howling outside. But inside, the library is toasty and warm, the light of the fire on the hearth dancing on the walls and ceilings and the spines of the books on the shelves, sending light and shadows flickering through the room ( Read more... )

As suddenly as he'd come and gone before, Cosmo suddenly appears in the common room. He glances around in confusion ( Read more... )

The night is calm about the Mansion. Much has come to pass, and in his sleep, the ageless wizard murmurs. His hands perform a slow dance, a sleepwalk of its own meaning. It is a rare thing - it happens once a year, conjured by the turn of seasons and the alignments of fate.

Slowly, over the Mansion, over the lake, over the cliffs, over the hollowed ( Read more... )