Post by America on Dec 29, 2014 15:36:36 GMT -6
Nations -- those of you whom have elected to be bound to your salvation need wait no further. Your quest for escape will scatter you across the very boundaries of this Manor -- and your sanity. Fret not; united makes you stronger, yes. For that reason, others have been selected to assist you in your goal. They have received the item below just as you did. All Nations would do wisely to meet in the ballroom. If you wish to pursue this path, take stock in your peers. Only the strong of heart can hope to break the curse.
Alfred lost count of how many times he read over this note, trying to see if he could find some sort of trick hiding between the lines (the lines that looked suspicious like blood, Alfred thought with a shudder). After spending so much time in the manor with no silver lining, this news seemed almost too good to be true. What if he was walking into a trap? In the end, the nation couldn't bring himself to ignore the note. If he did, he'd dwell on it, and what if ignoring the note turned out to be the mistake instead? At least he'd have the answer if he did what the note suggested. In the end, he decided to do just that, answering the call of his own curiosity.
In the end, he left the ballroom with two others. While part of him wished that he'd been paired with nations that he was a bit closer to, he realized the pairings could have been a lot worse. Truthfully, he didn't know Austria that well, and couldn't tell whether having Austria on their team would help them or hinder them. Prussia was a more familiar name, and one that brought a smile to Alfred's face. Though Prussia was no longer a nation in his own right, Alfred would never forget the help that Prussia offered during his Revolution. He was trained personally by the older nation, and though Gilbert was by no means an easy teacher, the training that Gilbert bestowed him with was a great help in his War for Independence.
"A bucket of blessed water," Alfred read out loud. "Somehow I don't think they'll have a bucket full of blessed water sitting ready for us, so that means that we actually have two things we need to look for."
Fortunately, there were three sets of eyes employed to look for the aforementioned bucket and water. And surely, if they were going to a well, there would be plenty of 'blessed' water...right? That being said, this wasn't just any well. No, that would be far too easy. Instead, they were going to the Puppeteer's Well.
"The Puppeteer's Well. We couldn't just go to any old well, we had to go to a well that belongs to somebody. So what do you think, guys? You think it's just a name or do you think there's gonna be some sort of creepy ass 'Puppeteer' waiting to ambush us?"
He'd rather talk his head off and keep some sort of conversation than mull over the possibilities in his head. He continued on toward the well. He kept ahead of the other two. If something attacked, he wanted to be the first in line to fight it off.
Alfred lost count of how many times he read over this note, trying to see if he could find some sort of trick hiding between the lines (the lines that looked suspicious like blood, Alfred thought with a shudder). After spending so much time in the manor with no silver lining, this news seemed almost too good to be true. What if he was walking into a trap? In the end, the nation couldn't bring himself to ignore the note. If he did, he'd dwell on it, and what if ignoring the note turned out to be the mistake instead? At least he'd have the answer if he did what the note suggested. In the end, he decided to do just that, answering the call of his own curiosity.
In the end, he left the ballroom with two others. While part of him wished that he'd been paired with nations that he was a bit closer to, he realized the pairings could have been a lot worse. Truthfully, he didn't know Austria that well, and couldn't tell whether having Austria on their team would help them or hinder them. Prussia was a more familiar name, and one that brought a smile to Alfred's face. Though Prussia was no longer a nation in his own right, Alfred would never forget the help that Prussia offered during his Revolution. He was trained personally by the older nation, and though Gilbert was by no means an easy teacher, the training that Gilbert bestowed him with was a great help in his War for Independence.
"A bucket of blessed water," Alfred read out loud. "Somehow I don't think they'll have a bucket full of blessed water sitting ready for us, so that means that we actually have two things we need to look for."
Fortunately, there were three sets of eyes employed to look for the aforementioned bucket and water. And surely, if they were going to a well, there would be plenty of 'blessed' water...right? That being said, this wasn't just any well. No, that would be far too easy. Instead, they were going to the Puppeteer's Well.
"The Puppeteer's Well. We couldn't just go to any old well, we had to go to a well that belongs to somebody. So what do you think, guys? You think it's just a name or do you think there's gonna be some sort of creepy ass 'Puppeteer' waiting to ambush us?"
He'd rather talk his head off and keep some sort of conversation than mull over the possibilities in his head. He continued on toward the well. He kept ahead of the other two. If something attacked, he wanted to be the first in line to fight it off.