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THE CHALICE CALLS. . .

There is a house up on the hill that nobody lives in. It’s been unoccupied for nearly a century yet despite the cobwebs and ivy, this mansion stands proud as if untouched by time. No one in the small Irish town of Balheath can deny the allure of it. Staring up at its tall black spires and grand oak doors, one can start to imagine themselves with a better life. Perhaps the riches of the previous resident still lie waiting inside. Perhaps there could be a new owner of the grand estate and all its land. Perhaps that could be you. 

But there are warnings and whispers. Some say they hear screams in the night coming from the house on the hill. Those who have gone to investigate the wailing come back shaking and hollow-eyed. They speak of terrifying and impossible visions. The house is haunted, without a doubt. Even a skeptic could see the danger a decrepit mansion could hold. If you are brave enough to climb the iron wrought fence and enter the manor you may find fortune, but something else may find you first.

WILL YOU ANSWER ?

BETRAYALHQ is a small skeleton rp based on Betrayal: House on the Hill Legacy. This rp follows six families for six generations spanning from 1881 to the present day. The rp will involve dice-rolling mechanics and an intensive mystery plot. The rp will explore themes common to gothic literature such as the perseverance of guilt, the way greed robs people of their humanity, and the lengths people will go to survive. REBLOG THIS POST TO UNLOCK EARLY ACCESS TO THE MAIN.

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alexrxmanxv‌:

“I like to think it is impossible. They attacked us in a moment of weakness, but if they thought defeating us would be easy, they are quickly realizing they were wrong. Though we still need all the support we can get.”

"France is with you, no matter how much I fear the cost we will all pay in the end." Not that it was Celine's place to say such a thing, but even if she was only nobility instead of royalty, she still knew that France would be loyal. "Have you been overseeing the shipment of supplies to Russia?"

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ambassador-emilie‌:

The ambassador smiled the tiniest bit, giving her head a small tilt in thanks before accepting his arm. “Your highness you are much too kind. It feels like a shame to extract you from your soldiers, however.” Her eyes trailed back to the training men, arching her eyebrow the tiniest bit. She was well versed enough in politics to know that people very rarely enjoyed having their troops observed. Especially by the ambassador to the Norwegian King.

“All have been welcoming. Peace talks are always complicated. As an ambassador I have been in more complicated and awkward meetings than most. Alliances change with the seasons and with good conversation.” Emilie replied honestly, allowing the prince to set the pace. The draw back to her meeting caused her to give her head a shake. “Oh no, not of the sort. I find myself unable to discuss politics for hours upon hours. We decided to reconvene tomorrow. Do you ever find yourself joining in such discussions, your highness?” The absence of the crown prince in her meetings had been of a surprise. Yet, finding him with the troops seemed to answer that question in her mind.

"Luckily, my soldiers are perfectly capable of carrying on without me. They must be, since it's impossible for me to be with them in all the areas they're deployed. This is good for them," Augustus replied smoothly, not about to allow the woman to linger and observe. Besides, he was speaking truthfully - he expected his solders to obey and to do their best even if he wasn't there to play witness to their actions and he was certain that their behavior would be reported to him once he returned. At the moment, Augustus was hopeful that he might learn more from his walk with the Ambassador, which was a title he thought at times held as much power as that of royal.

"I do, yes. I will likely be with you tomorrow and I suppose now you can tell me of everything that I missed today." He likely would have been there if not for the fact he considered this a sort of final review of this current team of soldiers before sending them out to defend the border. While there were volunteers coming to join them in a show of patriotism that Augustus appreciated, they weren't going to defend the realm with pitchforks and he wouldn't send them out blindly.

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princesshxnx‌:

“I believe we have plenty of time to prepare. It is unwise for the Norwegians to set sight on the east when the west is still putting up a fight. What’s the use of conquering a kingdom you are too far from to properly control? Still, I worry about my family. It’s not a good feeling knowing I’m blind to both what is happening here as well as back home.” 

It was quite possible they would take the kingdom and leave a group inside the heart of it to control the kingdom, set up an outpost there or perhaps leave it under the control of a family member. Still, Augustus wasn't going to argue with her, he wouldn't gain anything sounding as if he was trying to wish ill on her country. "Are you close with your family?" He asked, thinking of the troubles that he witnessed between his mother and Alexandra, at the frustration that he felt himself with them at times.

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alexrxmanxv‌:

“Back home,” he repeated, trying to think back to what it was like when he left. The trip to France was not supposed to last long, a short trip for diplomacy, but he still felt anxious leaving. “It’s looking a lot better than it was when we were first invaded. They took us by surprise, but we’re recovering quickly. If they thought we would be quick to fall, they were mistaken.”

"The idea of Russia falling is just so... so incomprehensible." Russia was big and old and more than that, it was cold. It was an icy fortress that was impenetrable in Celine's mind and she found herself thinking of Natalya, hoping that she was well. "I think it's brave of you to still be trying to fight despite this, ah, unfortunate development." She'd faltered for a moment under her words, not entirely sure just how to describe what happened to Russia without offending the man.

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ambassador-emilie‌:

Emilie nodded her head, feeling pride at the woman’s words. She was incredibly trusted by her King. “It has come from many years together. Trust takes a lot of work and time.”  The reaction of the woman was something Emilie was used to, especially in the coming days. She continued to gaze at the map, the wars clearly documented.

“I was trained for this role since I was born. There is a difference in our normalities. Breathing is not something we find difficulty in because we have done this for our years.” She responded gently, wanting to give the woman the tiniest bit of comfort. Many women were not raised in the way she had been. Her father had been a different sort of man. “There is nothing of strong or weak in such things.” 

The woman was correct in that, they had different upbringing and that did matter in such things. A woman needed to be taught how to sew and how to paint and while most people viewed accomplishments such as those to be necessary for a lady, Celine wouldn't be a lady at all if that was all she was judged on. She was good with languages, however, and that was a skill she'd seen even some statesmen struggle with, which proved that some things could be learned and some things were difficult to learn if you didn't have the right mind for it.

"Perhaps the important thing is to find ways we can all be useful and contribute to the war," Celine suggested, chewing on her lower lip. She didn't know what she actually could do, but Celine had the feeling that even if she did, it was for the best if she didn't give away too much information since she didn't know how the king felt about this woman. No matter her uncertainty in such a trying time. she wasn't going to be unloyal to the man.

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jackstuarts‌:

“that is why it is always in our best interests to sleep with one eye open,” jack responded gruffly. he was certain this would not be the last war- not in a long time. “they are steady for now, but i am expecting a drop eventually. yours?”

Nodding, Augustus held respect for the man's caution, something that was invaluable in such a time of unease. "It's unavoidable to lose numbers when there are so many against us. Our numbers aren't as high as I'd wish, our military didn't receive enough attention before the war broke out due to other concerns. It's an oversight that I regret."

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plvtcnian‌:

“You are quite right.” The princess agreed with another light hum. It was one of the reasons why she had loved being on horseback so much - the freedom of racing against the wind, the lack of pressure upon her shoulders and head, thoughts running free; nowhere she could feel as liberated as she could upon a horseback. “We shall toast to pretense then, yes? Once we determinate the victor, of course.” She offered.

There was a part of her that really wanted to beat him - after all, she knew her skill; she could easily outrace anyone, but it may have not been the smartest idea ( men and their fragile egos. as if he needed any more reasons to be displeased with her presence - which would undoubtedly happen if she were to win ), so she had decided to… concede. Adda gave him a nod, her gaze flickering from him to the tree in the distance, calculating the route and the distance between them and the finish - it should not be too difficult to lose the race ( she just hoped her competitiveness would be sated enough to let him win ). She tsked her horse into a gallop, but she was both surprised and pleased to see that the prince was quite expert rider. Her loss was not as feigned as she would have hoped. Pulling on the reins of her horse, Adda offered the prince a smile. “Looks like the drinks are on me. You are quite the rider, your highness.” There may have been a hint of appreciation in her voice.

While Augustus had spent time with several princesses and noble ladies at the desire of his family in the hopes he would find himself possessed by fondness for one of them, it was easy for him to say that the ride shared with the princess Adda was one of the more enjoyable encounters. It wasn't enough for him to think that he should marry her, but at least it wouldn't be pure misery the entire time they were encouraged to share in the other's company. As their horses raced side by side and Augustus found himself enjoying a narrow lead before claiming victory as his own, he even though it might be pleasant.

"And you are a natural, princess." Augustus declared without a moment of hesitation. "Were we to have a rematch, I'm not certain I would win." It was obvious that she knew how to ride and Augustus had heard tale of people that could ride on horseback and not only shoot an arrow, but do so with their feet. While he didn't think that Adda was going to pull out that particular move, the point was that August was aware there were people far more accomplished on horseback than he was and it seemed the Princess Adda wasn't a woman to be underestimated in the least. "What do you say that you handle the drinks and I'll take care of us having a meal?" He suggested amicably, patting his horse on the neck before guiding the creature to sidle up next to Adda.

[historical-beauty-lily]

Othello (2011) at the Crucible Theatre

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For all that people liked to praise their peaceful, loving God, it seemed Augustus as if the almighty was more inclined to indulge in vengeful whims at the moment since not only did his men decide that perhaps Hans should be treated as a prisoner of war, but someone out there had chosen to send none other than the princess of Norway to get him back. Needless to say, this was a complication that Augustus would really rather not deal with and he was beginning to think of a headache as a permanent feature in his life.

As far as Ambassadors went, Augustus liked Hans, and it wasn't as if Germany was proving that much of a threat because while they were allied with Norway, they weren't taking part in the fight. To Augustus, that meant that England had no reason to quarrel with Germany and he was grateful that Hans hadn't been harmed, although he didn't think that would do anything to sway Demetria if she was like her brother, whom Augustus thought savage and unreasonable, if the rumors about him were to be believed.

While England was technically against Norway, the only stance they'd taken in the war was one of self-defense, fighting to protect their borders and look after their own people, and Augustus hoped that their hand wouldn't be forced due. One expected trouble and woe in a war, but the politics of it felt just as stressful, if not more so, and Augustus at times found himself eager to move through drills in example to the troops if only for the exertion of it. 

Despite that, August prayed that this particular mishap was on that could be solved without a sword as he approached the princess Demetria for their meeting. “I wish we were meeting under more pleasant circumstances, your highness, but I suppose it can't be helped." He said, barely managing to hold back a sigh. "Hopefully this can be a short visit." @demetriaxsverker​

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sctvrnian‌:

England was so far away from her home - too far away. But, her brother had insisted she returned there; whether because he was still nursing ideas about her and the crown prince, or because he really did have some other sort of diplomacy on his mind, she did not know. What she did know, was the fact that her travelling there led her further away from the battlefield - a place where she had wanted to be. She wanted to fight, to rise up against the usurpers, the nation which had both invaded and nearly destroyed her country, beating it down to shadow of its former glory.

But, while her future was uncertain, and while she was not quite the closest of friends with the crown prince, Adda had found herself wondering about him. England have not yet been brutalised by loss, not in a way Poland and Lithuania had been, and mounting her horse, the princess raced to where she suspected he might be ( both to… check up on him and to relay her brother’s message ). “Your highness.” Adda called out, stopping her horse to a halt right in front of the prince. “It is not quite news that I bear, but rather my brother’s regards. He had instructed me to speak of diplomacy with you, but, if the timing is… unseemely, perhaps we can hold it another time?” She she glanced downwards, her eyes fixing upon the prince; “How are you holding up?”

"Princess." There were certain things that Augustus expected out of his day. To train soldiers and see someone fumble their sword, yes. To hear of deaths and encounters on the border, yes. To hear of a squabble between his sister and another of his family members, quite possibly. But a princess of Poland, a conquered country? Well, that wasn't what he anticipated at all and there would have been a time before when such a visit would have meant that her presence was planned ahead of schedule or at the very least announced, but such acts were often dispensed in time of war and Augustus thought he was justified in being surprised and concerned by her appearance. Dear god in heaven, he hoped that she didn't run into the princess Demetria while she was there.

"It's nothing that won't keep. I can't watch over them constantly, as much as I might wish it was so." Augustus assured her as he held out a hand to help her down from her horse, a courtesy that was natural for him to make, but absolutely not something the princess required, judging from what he knew of her thanks to their previous meeting. "Is this visit a call for aid, then? I've heard of what happened to Poland, but I was unsure of what happened to your family." Perhaps this was a case like Natalya in Spain, an attempt to keep heirs safe in friendly countries, and Augustus tipped his head at her in consideration. "Or have you been sent here to seek refuge away from your enemies?"

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natalyarcmanxv‌:

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♕ — A somber melody had been playing in her mind since she’d landed on Spanish soil. What that meant, she didn’t know. All Natalya knew, was that it did not bode well for her mind, nor for her thoughts on her home land. She had done as instructed, she had taken the Tsarevich with her to Spain for safety. It was no small task, but the only thing that her family had asked of her, and it was the one thing she was determined to do well. The brunette walked down the stone pathway of the garden, watching with her ladies and guards as her nephew Viktor was play fighting with a guard. They were dull, wooden swords, but it was entertaining to see her nephew think of himself as a mighty conqueror. Especially given the times.

Suddenly, her lady-in-waiting, Marya alerted her to the presence of another royal and she glanced to her left to see the Crown Prince of England. She motioned to her ladies to go ahead and keep an eye on her nephew, while she said hello. “Your Highness, it is a pleasure and surprise to see you,” she mused, curtsying for him. “How are you enjoying Spain?”

"Princess Natalya. You seem well," Augustus said in polite greeting, surprised by her presence. While he'd heard that several members of the Russian royal family had made it out of Russia despite the invasion by Norway and it's allied forces, he wasn't sure where they'd ended up or if those rumors were even true. Sometimes it was dreadfully difficult to prove just what was true and what was propaganda. "I'm relieved to see you in such good health."

Although he wouldn't suggest that it was a pleasant trip for her, Augustus wouldn't say that it was a leisurely visit for himself and he shook his head at her. "I've only recently arrived and I'm hoping for a talk with the royal family. The death of the Scottish king has brought about concerns for naval defense and I'm here to discuss things with the prince. Truthfully, I'm hoping for a swift visit before I can return home, it doesn't feel like a good time to be away." Was that a cold and callous thing to say considering just what was happening with her own home? Augustus wasn't entirely sure, but his expression turned regretful. "And you? Do you know of how things fair at your own home, Princess?"

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Sisterly | Alixena & Celine

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plvtcnian‌:

The excitement with which the lady greeted her perfectly reflected her own, and Alixena found herself grinning in reply. It was nice to be out of Germany, and for such a lovely cause - no politics, no plots, just… friendships. “Really?” She asked with a smile, attentively glancing at her friend. “What breed is he looking into? As far as racing breeds go, thoroughbred are one of the finest.” She commented, then found herself nodding along. “Indeed, as do I. And does the new chef concede to your requests?”

At the question, Alix found herself lightly shrugging. “Oh, it has fallen into the old habit, I fear. Sardinia was certainly a pleasant experience, a step out of the ordinary. Though, I suppose my husband does keep me occupied.” She sighed, before smiling again; “What of you, my dear? Has someone caught your fancy?”

No matter what country Alixena hailed from, Celine considered her to be a friend and trusted her, which meant that she considered her presence to be a bright spot no matter what sort of dealings she would share with other people during her visit. "I'm afraid I don't know what sort he's looking into, but I'm certain they'll be fine horses. As for the chef, it's touch and go. It all depends on how foreign and exotic the recipe sounds, but anything they can't pronounce is straight out."

Sighing, Celine once again found herself drowning under waves of longing for the peace and serenity of Sardinia, a time when they'd all managed to get along and share a single space. Perhaps that was what the kingdom of Norway wished to achieve, but it seemed impossible. "Oh, well... I can't say I've had much of a chance for romance, really." Celine said, lowered her head in embarrassment. Sometimes it felt as if she were destined to be an old maid, but she was hardly going to accept someone that her lady didn't approve of and there was only so much a woman could do on her own and remain proper.

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hansgrcubreich‌:

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✠ — His hand hovered over the paper, trying to see where he needed to smooth out the charcoal, he had been out  in the gardens for the better part of an hour, trying to decompress. With everything going on the past few weeks, he was wound tightly, back aching, head hurting. He was a mess, and the only way to get rid of the ill feelings going on his body, was to sketch. Hans had attempted to alleviate his stresses in other ways, but they had not proved fruitful. 

Brown eyes surveyed the area, only to land on a young woman dressed a gown that complimented her body. He cleared his throat and put the charcoal down, suddenly aware that the undershirt he had been wearing was covered in dark marks from his sketching. “Good Afternoon, lovely day is it not?” 

When so much of her live seemed to be in danger of being touched or altered by the war in some way, Celine was desperate to find a way to escape that didn't make her thing of it at all and the gardens were her favorite choice for that particular pursuit. She could walk between rows of flowers and sit below a tree with a book and pretend that life was normal, but she hadn't expected to find someone else doing similarly.

"Absolutely picturesque, I'd say." She responded, catching side of what appeared to be a sketchpad, if she judged by the charcoal he possessed. Pressing her book against her chest, Celine smiled at him as she dress closer, resisting the urge to try peeking at what he was working on since she knew that artists could be quite private at times. "I find it the perfect time to seek out solace in the outdoors. Are you the same? I'm sorry if i'm intruding."

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hansgrcubreich‌:

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✠ — ”Your Royal Highness” He breathed, sweeping into a low bow. The Crown Prince of England had asked for an audience with him, not so formal, as it was outside, but it was formal enough that Hans felt sweat accumulating at the back of his neck out of nervousness. Why? He didn’t know, he’d been working as ambassador for Germany for many years, loyal to the monarchy and all that they had given him. Yet the simplest of tasks lately had him on edge. 

War proved the one thing he feared, that he was not cut out to be a proper man, or at least not a fighting man. He let out a sigh as he slicked his hair back and stepped onto the gravel path that led to the garden in which he was to meet the prince. Within a matter of moments, he saw the gentleman there, with some of his retinue, and offered them all a charming smile. “Guten Tag, everyone. It is a pleasure to see your bright and healthy faces.” He breathed, “I hope you are doing well, your highness.” 

In Augustus’ mind, it was important that his people knew that he was willing to fight by their side, that he was willing to die with them, and so he wasn’t a stranger to visiting the borders of their lands to see just how the troops were fairing. There was no reason for people to be loyal to ruling family that they thought wasn’t loyal to them and loyalty was a valuable thing in war times. Sometimes, however, it seemed people went overboard in trying to prove their loyalty.

“Ambassador,” Augustus greeted with a slight inclination of his head as he looked Hans over. He didn't seem to be harmed in any way, which was a start. "You seem to be in remarkably high spirits, all things considered." It was very tempting to sigh and rub his forehead because Augustus was certain that he felt a headache building. "Would you care to sit and explain to me just what you were doing that led to my men deciding you needed to be captured?" Admittedly, Hans was on the other side of the war, but he was an Ambassador and Germany wasn't even fighting. 

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A letter to Celine

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natalyarcmanxv‌:

Dear Celine, 

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My dearest Natalya, how I've longed to hear from you.

I can only imagine what a violent change Spain is compared to Russia, especially in such violent times. I'm so sorry that you're suffering from such a separation, but I pray that it is worth it and keeps you safe.

The roses are blooming and the air is filled with the scent of flowers, but it's so difficult to find them sweet when I know of the dangers lurking in the dark. No, that sounds silly of me. I cannot begin to comprehend the dangers out there, but I hear whispers, and each whisper I hear makes me more and more afraid for when daylight darkens.

I find myself jealous of Asia and their freedom from this battle, but it gives me joy to know that you can bask in the sun and enjoy the fruit. It sounds like such a simple day and I wish more people would enjoy such things instead of causing such trouble across the lands. Please tell me you find some way to put happiness inside your days.

Yours, Celine Dupont