I appreciate it. I want to be the one to tell them, in the end, but...well.
[Just because she needs to talk about this doesn't mean she likes doing it. She can't remember a time in her life where telling a story has been this painful, personal, this stained with blood and suffering. And she's not doing to tell him everything at first blush. Not yet.]
When Trevor and I were out on the road, we ran into a town with monks. Suspicious monks, creeping around a priory oozing magic from the walls.
Long story short, there was a portal to something called the Infinite Corridor down in the basement. A sort of dimensional door, usually invisible to the naked eye. They'd found a way to see it and to open it. Mostly by accident, but they had intent and the will to see it through.
They wanted to use the portal to bring Dracula back from hell.
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[Just because she needs to talk about this doesn't mean she likes doing it. She can't remember a time in her life where telling a story has been this painful, personal, this stained with blood and suffering. And she's not doing to tell him everything at first blush. Not yet.]
When Trevor and I were out on the road, we ran into a town with monks. Suspicious monks, creeping around a priory oozing magic from the walls.
Long story short, there was a portal to something called the Infinite Corridor down in the basement. A sort of dimensional door, usually invisible to the naked eye. They'd found a way to see it and to open it. Mostly by accident, but they had intent and the will to see it through.
They wanted to use the portal to bring Dracula back from hell.