This guide aims to explain these mechanics, in order to hopefully make this dungeon more accessible to players. It features a very heavy focus on mechanics and a limited one on actually dealing damage to opponents. If you are familiar with most group content in Neverwinter, you will find this dungeon stands out as somewhat unique in terms of design. And Gifford had been waiting for them.Neverwinter Ravenloft brought the new endgame dungeon Castle Ravenloft. He had wanted to ask-but they had talked in rushed, excited voices. Last night, before the wake, Mona and Ancient Evelyn had taken out the books from the shelf and discovered the pearls and the gramophone and Violetta's waltz on a shiny old RCA Victor record. The gentle nighttime of spring.įor the moment, however, the sin had been lost in the shuffle. The world had baffled him and confronted him and shamed him in its vivid beauty, the night alive with new flowers, trees laden with new leaves. Michael had gone with Bea, Aaron, his Aunt Vivian and several others. Henri had driven Mona and Ancient Evelyn home to change for the wake, and then out to the funeral parlor. But he would never forget the sight of her, so real, so familiar, standing before a small portable gramophone that had not been there, a gramophone that looked exactly like the one later found in the library wall. And technically he was both, and he had apparently gotten away with it. Undoubtedly she thought him a rapist and a monster. He and Mona had never talked for one moment about what had happened. Mona broke into sobs, staring helplessly from Ancient Evelyn to the ruddy dark-haired man on the porch.Īunt Gifford, she cried in a wee voice, so fragile and young and so unlike Mona the Strong, and Mona the Genius.Aunt Gifford And I had been so glad that she wasn't here. Why, that young man isn't sick, she said. Maybe she's in heaven this very minute looking down on us and wondering why we are sad. You didn't do it, darling child, she said.Blood in the sand. Like that two months had passed, and he had lived in this house like one of its ghosts, and that was over, and he had to search for his wife. Well, one minute he was, and the next he had other things to think about. We cannot play it now, said Ancient Evelyn,not with Gifford dead. But he didn't want to talk about that now. The little brown portable gramophone was in the corner and that splendid necklace of long pearls, and the little packet of pictures of Stella and Ancient Evelyn when they had been young together. HE HAD asked them to gather in the library. They had come back to the house-come for this conference, and some merely to be with each other a little longer, crying for Gifford as it was the family custom to do. They had just come back from Ryan's house, from the two hours of drinking and talking after Gifford's funeral. How could what you were doing here kill her? Finally he had taken Mona's hand, and said,Whatever happened here, it was my fault, and you didn't kill your aunt. She reached out and clasped the young man's hand.There's nothing wrong with this strapping young man at allĪncient Evelyn had held Mona in her arms all yesterday morning as Mona cried over Gifford, struggling to remember a dream in which she felt she had struck down her aunt, deliberately and hatefully. Who said he was dying of a bad heart? asked Ancient Evelyn as she watched him come down the steps. No one ever called that kind of redhead a carrot top. Mona with her slightly chubby cheeks and pale pale freckles, and her long rich red hair. He was suffering agonies over his indiscretion with Mona Īnd there was Mona always in the corner of his eyes, staring at him, and now and then whispering,I told you so. It made Mona happy that these things had been found, very happy, in the middle of her grief for the death of Gifford, but Mona was not his concern. Had his powers to see the invisible actually returned? Then of course there was the entire mystery of the music in the parlor and what he had done with Mona. That the moment he'd wakened in Mona's arms, he'd known the old awareness-of something unseen, and present, and watching. How explain about the house? That the house felt alive again. And he wasn't short of breath, or dizzy or sick to his stomach.Īnd then there was the house. He was up and dressed and driving his own car in the funeral procession. And then there was the shock that Michael was OK, that the legendary abandoned husband, the latest male victim of the Mayfair legacy, was not actually wasting away. There was the awful raucous shock of Gifford's untimely death on the one hand-a perfect wife and mother removed from life, leaving behind a brilliant and beloved lawyer husband and three exquisite children. Michael Curry stood at the top of the marble steps, robe properly closed, with slippers on his feet, hands in his pockets, hair even combed.
0 kommentar(er)
