[Hazel hadn't set foot in New Orleans since before she'd died. She was't shocked, therefore, when the quest sent her here. The item was supposed to be owned by Marie Laveau, daughter of Hecate, who, legend had it, had been involved with more than a few gods, impressed by her powers.
Standing in front of the house, Hazel remembered the prophecy:
The daughter will meet the witch queen, the son will light the way, to glory or ruin remains to be seen in the old house on this day.
And she'd remembered the legends. Before Queen Marie, there'd been another Marie. Another witch in New Orleans. So now she and Gale stood before the old house.]
Glory or ruin, the prophecy said. [Leave it to Rachel to be specific] I've just got a feeling about this house. [She shivered in the dying light.]
A good one, I hope, [ Gale says, well aware that it's more likely the opposite. They aren't here to be pessimists, however; they're here to complete the quest, and if he has anything to say about it, they will, glory or ruin be damned. ] Let's go for the glory, then.
I do, too. [But she isn't hopeful, and her dour tone makes that all the more clear.]
Is there another option? [She's got her sword out, too, taking careful steps as the steps creak around them. The old vines seem to be alive with some sort of energy, though they remain still. The light is fading fast around them. Horror films aren't anything she's ever seen, so all of this, rather than cliched, is new and worrying.
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Standing in front of the house, Hazel remembered the prophecy:
The daughter will meet the witch queen,
the son will light the way,
to glory or ruin remains to be seen
in the old house on this day.
And she'd remembered the legends. Before Queen Marie, there'd been another Marie. Another witch in New Orleans. So now she and Gale stood before the old house.]
Glory or ruin, the prophecy said. [Leave it to Rachel to be specific] I've just got a feeling about this house. [She shivered in the dying light.]
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[ Sword drawn, he starts up the steps. ]
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Is there another option? [She's got her sword out, too, taking careful steps as the steps creak around them. The old vines seem to be alive with some sort of energy, though they remain still. The light is fading fast around them. Horror films aren't anything she's ever seen, so all of this, rather than cliched, is new and worrying.
As they approach, the door creeps open]
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This is like a bad horror movie waiting to happen, [ he comments, unimpressed. ] You know what to look for, right?
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I... Think? We should... Go in. I think. [The vines started to stir as though caught in a breeze]
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[ Well, best bite the bullet and get it over with. Paying the vines no mind, Gale pushed the door open the rest of the way to step inside. ]