Closed RP//Wandering Corpses
@alightenedpurse liked for a starter!
It isn’t so unheard of, that the inhabitants of that damned old estate may occasionally be found away from their typical haunts. The beasts were not really gated in, and the bloodsuckers of the courtyard seemingly found their way into all nooks and crannies of the place- In fact, it happened to be that those damnable whining insects that had, out of sheer annoyance, driven one particular resident of the ruins out of its place, stumbling frustratedly out of a pair of rotting wooden doors. His usual drinks, stolen from the cellar below the old household, had been interrupted by those wittering pests- Their droning and chittering echoed through his skull and rattled his teeth, eventually driving him out of the place altogether. It was an infuriating affair, and one he did not wish to return to all that soon.
But what was the skeleton to do while he waited for their eventual evacuation? He couldn’t just stand on the hillside, dawdling like a drunkard (despite the fact that he was, indeed, currently fairly tipsy); Rather, shelter would be appropriate, as the air was heavy with the threat of rain, and he did not enjoy the feeling of waterlogged bones.
The nameless fright pondered, in his stupor, as to what he could do while he awaited the evacuation of the ruins bloodsucking guests- But the sound of distant music, the chattering of voices, and the flickering yellow light of oil lamps duely answered his question. He spies the hamlet below, through the thin, creeping fog.
Now wouldn’t that be fun? Music, and drink, and no rotten insects! The thought of the reaction of the residents there didn’t cross his mind, though- granted, he didn’t actually have one any more… But memories of old festivities and the promise of a tavern held him strong enough that whatever ‘mind’ he may have, was convinced.
And so the courtier made his way down to the hamlet, staggering across glittering wet cobbles, and slipping into a shadowy snickelway with his immovable corpses grin, and a distinct lack of far brighter ideas.