Have ye’ heard tale o’ the Brightwood family?
I didn’t expect that you have. You see, they were among the unfortunate souls torn from whatever world this strange, new landmass came from and deposited here – nary a care to their wellbeing by this witch who looked much like our Queen! But it is said among the pages and tomes of these new lands that the Brightwood family were once wealthy and powerful.
The Brightwood daughter, Janine, is the author of many writings that detail the dark eccentricities of her family.
Like all families, skeletons lingered within the shadows of the Brightwood closets. Tales of Janine’s uncle Horace were perhaps the most obvious sign that there was something amiss in the Brightwood household. Visitors would go missing, bodies were found with strange carvings upon their skin, and local livestock were discovered butchered and their entrails arranged into odd shapes. At the heart of these tales were witnesses stating that they saw Horace Brightwood in the vicinities of these ghastly crimes, black ichor oozing from his mouth and eyes. But, being wealthy means being on the right side of the law, no matter what, and the local constabulary never intervened.
If Horace was the overt darkness of the Brightwood Manor, then his brother, and Janine’s father, was a much subtler miasma on the family.
Robert Brightwood wanted a son. However, he was granted a daughter and shortly after this learned that his wife could bear no other children. Left with no alternatives in his mind, Robert set himself to the task of having a son no matter what the cost.
What that entailed, I can not say for certain, though I suspect perhaps Janine wrote about it in one of her many diaries or poems that remain scattered throughout Brightwood Manor.
Do you plan to visit this place? I wouldn’t, if I were you. Not if you hold your life to any value.
You surely wouldn’t be the first to attempt to explore those strange halls, but the very few who have managed to leave the Manor babbled incoherently of walls of rats, torture chambers, and of horrors beyond what they could put to words. Most of these survivors only lived for several days before succumbing to some strange madness and, inevitably, death.
So you do still insist upon going inside there? Then be warned. There are twisted tales of odd spirits and dancing corpses that cast long shadows in the dead of night. Some even babbled something about a silver gate into a strange graveyard, but it made no sense.
Whatever you do, watch yourself lest you find your body is no longer your own, but in possession of Brightwood Manor.
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