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The day was a drizzling, pathetic thing that all too soon trailed into a night deeper then pitch. The scent of ozone and the thick miasma of dead foliage and water logged mud permeated the air, but nothing could quite outdo the tension looming like a great shadow over the long abandoned town on the edge of an even greater forest.   It was in this very tension that Magnus Othello Grimshaw II, duke of his township and heir to a fortune forged in blood and fear, thrived ...

- PROVIDENCE TRIAL - Two thin, serpentine figures wound their way through the foliage and gnarled trunks of the forest they found themselves in. One slightly larger then the other, the female, coloured bright as any macaw in the jungle they trudged through. They had been at it for some time now. They couldn't have just any base of operations for their little scheme. It had to be the perfect place, especially if it were to store all their dreamed of r...

The shadows lay thick and heavy across the Grimshaw estate. The sun was high in the sky, beaming its warmth and gentle rays down through the sparse cloud cover, but the dark horizon still loomed like a dark smudge across the canvus of morning. Sometime later in the day, this spelled out a storm for the residents of Timberframe. But the true storm was already upon them.    Residents of all kinds scurried between its picturesque streets and porches, the hubub different...