Castle/Fortress Horror Mansion/Estate
I knew the Wexler job would get messy, but I didn’t expect this kind of heat. I covered my tracks, but someone’s been on my trail ever since… and they’re getting closer. I did a little digging t... Read more
I knew the Wexler job would get messy, but I didn’t expect this kind of heat. I covered my tracks, but someone’s been on my trail ever since… and they’re getting closer.
I did a little digging to find out who wants me dead. Not exactly a short list. Wexler’s still chasing his precious emerald, so he’s out. Word is, it’s already halfway to Cyric on a merchant ship.
After leaning on a few old debts, I got a name: Lord Barlowe. A noble recluse with more coin than sense, holed up in his estate on the edge of Wychwood. One of his former servants was happy to talk. Turns out loyalty doesn’t pay as well as I do.
Seems Barlowe’s family has been pressing grapes for generations, hiding behind the cursed woods to keep out curiosity and competition. Their pride and joy is a vintage called Wychwood Red. The recipe hangs framed in the lord’s chambers, third floor. I think I’ll help myself to it. Consider it payment for his poor manners.
The manor sits on a lake. Swim, sneak, or climb, the choice is mine. Front gate’s a death trap. Guards in plate, a captain and two sergeants keeping watch. The lord hates electricity, sticks to torches and gaslight. Perfect for someone like me. A few water arrows should do the trick.
A dark lake, a rich fool, and a locked door. Sounds like my kind of evening.
star 9.11