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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 9:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 8:33 pm
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Pushing open the main doors to the mansion, and then entering into the desolate ruins of a place that once contained life. Now its simply a shell, holding the dusts of time and other vermin that seek a place to keep themselves warm from the harsh, snowy, winds outside. However despite the large time gap since anyone has even entered into the premise, the place is in decent condition, aside from the piled up dust, some knocked lamps and chairs, but overall with some cleaning, it would probably be a liveable place. If not for the carnage that may appear soon.
Umbra, the swordsman, apparent from the two swords attached into his back, entered in the Mansion as he observed the place, the place may be neat, but he feels that the structure may not be as strong as it seems. Taking each step with care, he approached the main staircase leading to the second floor, but something in his mind told him that, it would be a bad idea at the moment, so instead he began to wander into the nearby rooms, opening each door only to stick his head inside to examine it. For he knew there is a reason for he had arrived here, but for what, he did not know.
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