The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

Khardeen never likes to be bored. And if there's someone around who appreciates what he does, all the better!

There are now in the main room several streamers hanging from the ceiling for no apparent reason - though there is a birthday cake on the table. The cake, however, is quite harmless. It's the streamers you have to watch out for. Brush ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )

*a note on the bulletin board in large, clear script*

Some several dogs, all free to decent homes.There is a stable near, with steeds and dogs--ere now, well furnished for their every need, but lately dogged by want of food for them. An you would take one dog upon yourself, and feed him from your plate, and water him, his life might well be ( Read more... )

With Halloween just around the corner, the Goblin King has been feeling the stirring need for a little mischief - and mischief has come a little early this year because no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!. There's now a random tray full of freshly baked little chocolate cookies on the table in the mansion's main room, just waiting to be eaten ( Read more... )

A drunk and dirty man stumbles into the mansion; he might be attractive if he were to take care of himself, but as far gone into the drink as he is he doesn't take notice of the tattered jeans and soiled shirt long overdue for a trash bin ( Read more... )

My typist apologizes profusely for her prolonged absence, and would like to welcome all the newer members to this community. ... Pfft. Humans, always so ... nice to each other.

I fear hope I have corrupted her, since she is currently procrastinating on her homework, and writing this entry instead. I, on the other hand, have actually been ( Read more... )

Bonne nuit, mes amis.

I am the one, the only, the magnificent, Lestat de Lioncourt: the star of the Vampire Chronicles, a saga of books that I cleverly have disguised as fiction, and the most powerful vampire around. Indeed, very little, if anything, can harm me.

Well, for now, mes chers amis, I bid you farwell and adieu. And remember I love ( Read more... )

Tell me, what do all of you do when your recorders aren't at one of these computers? Mine spends time playing these strange things called video games and writing stories, as well as working a job. Thankfully, she spends most of her time on the Internet, letting me 'come out and play', as the saying goes.

What I'm trying to get at is, wonderful, ( Read more... )

I am not quite sure how I missed it last year, but I have decided that Easter is my favourite of all modern holidays. Any day dedicated to the consumption of chocolate has to be the best.