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Post by dragonfan123 on Sept 21, 2005 20:03:17 GMT -5
yes plz continue plz it really good
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Post by dragon on Sept 24, 2005 18:55:03 GMT -5
Wow, how did I miss this? I've been reading it and I must say it is doing muy bien! (I think that's Spanish for very good.) Well, keep it up, it's really entertaining, I'd love to read more! Woah, that's a shocker! Why am I an idol of yours? Sorry if that sounded bad, but it was pretty unexpected! Your amazing range of vocabulary and how extremely convincing your speeches are. That's why. You think so? I never thought of my vocabulary as large, and I hardly know Spanish, mainly just 1-5 and things like Gracias and Buenos Dias. As for the speeches, heh, thanks, the only time I've ever truly tried pursuading someone here was when I helped Poly, the rest are just opinions. Eh, I could never fully agree with you, if I did I'd feel like a power hog, then I feel bad, so meh. Thanks alot though, it means alot. But if you want a big vocabulary, you should see some poems a friend of mine writes, he's almost like a modern Shakespear, I'm nothing compared to him in that element of personality. Oh, PD, keep it up! I'm loving this, you're a much better writer than I am! (Then again, I suck. )
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Post by polydactyl on Sept 25, 2005 19:54:48 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 5: The Secrets of Tovrea Castle[/glow]
As PD walked with Suspectum through the barren nighttime desert, he recalled his previous knowledge about their destination. Tovrea Mountain, or rather the ornate Tovrea Castle that adorned its peak, was one of the most mysterious sites in Arizona. It’s history involved not only the human world, but the magical community as well.
The Castle’s long and winding history began in 1928 with a wealthy Italian immigrant named Alessio Carraro. He had just sold his lucrative steel company in San Francisco and was searching for a plot of land to build on in Phoenix. He found that site just outside of Phoenix city limits.
Work on the Carraro estate began almost immediately. Alessio hired a crew of 20 workers to build his dream home. The house itself was built as a tribute to Italy, strongly resembling a layered birthday cake. The landscaper hired, named Moktachev, transformed the barren landscape surrounding the castle into a botanical preserve featuring saguaro cacti.
It seemed that Carraro had finally realized the American dream. His hopes, however, were soon to be crushed. On a quiet evening in 1930, after having moved his family into the Castle, Alessio had a visitor. He opened the door to find Moktachev, the gardener, staring at him with red eyes.
As it turned out, Moktachev was a magical spy for the Huntsclan. He was a Nix, as a matter of fact. Details of what happened that night are somewhat sketchy. A few claim that Moktachev had murdered Alessio right there in cold blood. The majority, however, say he used his Nix powers and stole the souls of the Carraro family. The bodies were never found and Moktachev was never even questioned.
As all members of the Carraro family were either dead or living in Italy, property rights were given to Moktachev. In 1931, he turned the house over to Edward and Della Tovrea. They kept Moktachev on as the gardener. Edward Tovrea was the collector of Internal Revenue in Arizona and had no magical connections. Della Tovrea, however, was one of the most notorious members of the Huntsclan. According to many, she was the first female member.
1932 saw even more strange happenings at what was now called Tovrea Castle. Della had received orders from the Huntsclan to clear out the house. Being loyal, she would not let them down. So, on a quiet summer night, she poisoned her husband. Moktachev, however, was not treated so nicely. Many say that Della stabbed him squarely in the heart. Once again, no bodies were ever recovered.
Through the next several months, the Castle began to fall into a state of dilapidation. Della could be seen boarding up all of the windows. The last time anyone ever saw Della Tovrea alive was the night she was spotted playing with the tail of a rattlesnake.
In 1969, Della Tovrea was found dead on the grounds of the Castle. An autopsy was conducted, but cause of death was never determine. Since then, the house sat unoccupied falling further into disrepair.
As PD and Suspectum approached the grounds, their speculations of what they would find were proven. Every cactus in the garden was dead. The windows were still boarded up and the paintjob was in dire need of a touchup. Curiously, however, they found the front door ajar, as if beckoning them to enter.
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Post by ADJLFanatic on Sept 25, 2005 20:12:40 GMT -5
GREAT CHAPTER, YO!
=DDDD !!!
Sorry for the caps, just happy you finally got to update (and cuz I'm still hyper). ^^ Yay! I hope to read the sixth chapter soon. Now to review in FFnet! =P
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Post by blinx on Sept 25, 2005 20:25:50 GMT -5
More man more!
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Post by stranger on Sept 26, 2005 15:18:54 GMT -5
ya, pd pls continue. It's good!
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Post by dragon on Sept 26, 2005 22:17:03 GMT -5
Yeah, really good, great background, the names sound like something out of a history book! I'm looking forward to the next chapter!
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Post by polydactyl on Sept 27, 2005 10:03:25 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 6: Signs of Life[/glow]
PD gulped as he and Suspectum stood there, looking into the dark Castle. Why was that door open? Was it a trap? PD looked down to Suspectum, hoping he would want to turn back. Suspectum returned the glance with a set of cold eyes. Gila Monsters were notoriously loyal to each other.
“Well, then. Shall we?” PD spoke these words with an air of nervousness. Suspectum answered only with a nod, beckoning PD to enter first.
Once again, PD gulped as he stepped into the foyer of the house. It was clear that the inside of the house was in even worse shape than the outside.
PD knew the basic layout of the Castle. There were three floors in addition to the cupola on top. He did not, however, know the room layout. This would make their job that much more difficult.
“Do you, um, think it would be a good idea to split up?” PD asked nervously.
“And rissssk lossssing another persssson? I think not,” Suspectum hissed. This was the answer PD was hoping for.
There were five doors to choose from, two of which were ajar. They both agreed to search the closed doors first. The room connected to the door farthest on the left turned out to be the dining room. A grand chandelier draped down over the large table, which had a fince coat of dust. Apparently, the last person to use this table was using it as a makeshift desk. At one head of the table, papers were spread out in a disorganized fashion. A pen had been left sitting in an ink well, long since dried up. A wine glass was also on the table, just as dusty as everything else in the room. PD and Suspectum felt there was not much to observe here.
The room adjacent to the dining room was found to be the kitchen. Also searched, nothing was found. It was back in the foyer where the two explorers found, or rather heard, something significant. Immdiately after opening the third closed door, which turned out to be a stairwell to the upper levels, they heard footsteps from the floor above. Though it was only for a second, PD was left positively shaken. Even Suspectum, who had done well to hide his emotions thus far, was shivering.
“Perhapssss we should ssssearch the lasssst two roomsss ssssseperately,” Suspectum hissed. “The sssssooner we’re out of here, the better.”
Though PD was dreading the prospect of moving further alone, he had to agree with the Gila Monster’s logic. “Alright.”
Suspectum raised one pudgy paw and pushed open the door farthest to the right. That left PD to explore the room directly across from the front door. He gave the door a push and it swung open.
He had found the Castle’s study. This room contrasted sharply to the other rooms of the house. There was no thick layer of dust. All of the oak furniture was polished to a shine. The large desk in the center of the room had several artifacts laying upon it. An enormous leather chair was behind it. Above the work area, a life-size portrait hung. It was of a man that PD did not recognize. He was a shorter man with darker skin. PD turned to explore the rest of the room. On one side, a small bookcase stood, having several manuscripts upon its shelves. The other side of the room gave way to an ornate fireplace. There was a wood pile nearby, suggesting that someone had been using it.
After a few good minutes of admiring the beauty of the fireplace and the sofas that surrounded it, PD turned to go find Suspectum. Upon looking again at the oak desk, however, he discovered he was not alone in the room.
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Post by dragonfan123 on Sept 27, 2005 10:08:19 GMT -5
plz continue it really great
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Post by magenta on Sept 27, 2005 10:10:37 GMT -5
Oooo.....suspenseful! I really like this chapter! Keep up the good work ^_^
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Post by greencomedian on Sept 27, 2005 14:21:13 GMT -5
Wow PD. Excellent work! *waits impatiently for chapter 7*
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Post by stranger on Sept 27, 2005 15:18:36 GMT -5
Pls continue soon, with each passing chapter your proving SOTH more and more wrong.
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Post by dragon on Sept 27, 2005 16:39:43 GMT -5
Suspense, that's what's killing me. Great chapter! Love how you describe everything!
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Post by ADJLFanatic on Sept 27, 2005 19:31:48 GMT -5
Wow, great chapter. And I thought you were so lazy at home, staring at the computer with your butt on the chair. XD
Erm, anyways, great chapter. Loved it. Now to review it in FFnet. Bwehehehe... >=P
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Post by dragonfire on Sept 28, 2005 8:21:55 GMT -5
yeah more go go go! PD GO!
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