Walk toward the lighted windows

Wolfwhistle — Wed, 08 Jul 2015 07:52:12 GMT

Wolfwhistle:

You decide to walk toward the lighted windows. Considering the temperature and the remoteness of the road, it's probably better to be inside than out.

You get out of the car. You're a bit shaky on your legs, and balancing's tricky, but the forest is full of trees, and you use them to support yourself. You take your purse with you and nothing else. It's slow work moving through the trees, but pretty soon you get the rhythm of it. Soon it's apparent that the windows are set in the wall of a castle that wasn't visible from the road. After a while, you make your way up to the wall of the castle and follow it around to a huge door. You pound your fist on it. "Hello, is anyone there? I had an accident on the road! Let me in please!"

After a few moments, the door creaks open. A short, rather hunchbacked man stands behind it. "Mith," he says, looking you over. "Come in. We wouldn't want you to catch cold out there."

He beacons you in and shuts the door behind you. You're standing in a magnificent hall with a fire roaring in a huge fireplace at one side. He leads you over to a chair in front of it. "Thit down. Do you want thome tea or thomething? I thoud go tell the mathter we have a visitor."

"Tea? Oh, no, I'm not thirsty," you reply. "I hit my head really hard earlier. I think maybe I should get to a hospital"

The hunchback nods. "Of course mith, but the nearest hothpital ith too far away for tonight, and we don't have a phone. The mathter is a doctor. I'm thure he can do thomething for your head"

As he turns away you ask him, "What's your name?"

"Igor," he replies, before he shuffles off.

The warmth is really comforting. You didn't realize how cold you really were until now. You're feeling incredibly tired after your ordeal. You wonder what kind of doctor would own a castle deep in the forest and have no phone. Oh well, it doesn't matter now. You're safe.

A few minutes later, you hear steps across the flagstones. A tall man with a craggy face, light hair and ice blue eyes walks up to you. Perhaps the most striking aspect of his appearance, though, is his manner of dress. He's wearing a stained apron and long rubber gloves. He pulls these off as he approaches you. He stops about five feet away and just stares.

After a few moments, things start to feel a bit awkward, so you introduce yourself. "Uh, hello, I'm Melissa Parker. I just crashed my car in your front yard." You extend your hand.

He shifts his gaze to your outstretched hand. After another moment, he takes it with his own. "I'm Doctor Kreuger. Igor told me you hit your head?"

"Yes."

"Well, let's take a look"

He looks at your head wound. "Hm. Well, this isn't really my specialty, but I think I can do this." He thinks for a minute. "Igor! Alcohol, hot water and bandages!"

You're a bit disconcerted when Igor brings out a bottle of vodka, but you figure it probably works as well as anything else. After you're cleaned up and bandaged, Doctor Kreuger tells Igor to find you a room.

Igor leads you up some stairs and down a hallway. He opens the door to a fine room, but all you really notice is the magnificent and soft looking bed. Igor gestures to a wash basin against one wall, and tells you that there is a nightgown in the wardrobe next to it. Bathroom is down the hall and on the left. With that, he leaves you. You waste no time in getting ready for bed. You've hardly laid down before you're asleep.

When you wake, it's light. You take a look around the room. There is a beautiful balcony opposite the door, a writing desk, and of course, the bed and wardrobe. Your luggage sits on a table near the door. Judging from the shadows, it's somewhere around midday.

You're feeling much better than you were last night. Your vision has cleared up, and sitting up didn't bother you much. Your head still aches, though, and you're a bit tired still.

You wonder if you should keep resting or go out and explore the castle.

*[[Stay in bed and rest]]
*[[Go explore the castle]]

[[Category: Transylvanian Terror]]

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Wolfwhistle — Wed, 08 Jul 2015 07:42:28 GMT

Wolfwhistle:

It is a bright and sunny day. Unfortunately, you have to be inside. The life of a working woman is never easy, and it gets harder as summer approaches. Sometimes, you think you should have chosen a career as gardener or dog walker, or.. anything to get you outside, really. But the pay as a property lawyer is better than the pay for dog walkers, and and to tell the truth, it can be exciting sometimes, so you suffer through.

You hear footsteps outside your office, and you hurriedly turn away from the window back to your desk. No time for daydreaming! The Sobe vs. Sobe case needs to be wrapped up, and you could get a raise if you handle this one well.

The footsteps stop at your door. You hear a knock. Without waiting for an invitation, your boss opens up the door. He has a troubled look on his face. "Melissa," he says. "Can you come to my office?"

Your heart starts to pound. This can't be anything good. "Uh, sure."

The two of you walk down the hall to his office. He closes the door behind you, and sits down at his desk. You sit facing him.

"One of our oldest clients, Mr. Carl Von Furchtsam, passed away three days ago. His will states that he is leaving his property to his younger brother, Walfreid. Unfortunately, we don't know who he his, where he is, or if he's still alive. The one thing we know is that he's not living in the country. Mr. Furchtsam immigrated years ago from Romania. In fact, Mr. Furchtsam owned a castle there, in Schlechter Vielfrass. He inherited it after he came to America, but I presume it's where his family lived, and they might still be there. Unfortunately, our attempts to reach them by telephone have not been successful, and the government won't help us contact him. We've been told that the mail system is not reliable either, and so we'd like to send one of our own people to find out about Walfried. I want you to go. I know you're busy on the Sobe case, but Michael can take it on."

Your mind is spinning just thinking about it! You could take what's essentially a paid vacation to rural Europe: see a castle, get out of the office, and, oh yeah, do a bit of work too.

But, there's the Sobe case. You like Michael. In fact, he's your best friend at the office, but you don't want even him to take all the credit for your work!

*[[Take a trip to Romania!]]
*[[Forget it. I've got other things I need to work on.]]
[[Category: Transylvanian Terror]]

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