closed | the casque of antiva

[portalling]

WHO: Strange & Wysteria
WHAT: Investigating spooky basement activity
WHEN: Sometime in Harvestmere
WHERE: An Antivan vineyard along the Viverna River
NOTES: OOC notes

Strange has never slept well, but this really takes the cake.

Nightmares and fraying tempers on all sides; people around Kirkwall town being pushed to the edge, and even moreso around a rifter and a magic-user like him; he’s started to wear gloves again, to his distaste, to disguise that tell-tale shard in his palm.

All things told, he jumps at a chance to get out into the field and travel for a while. Even if, in the mornings, he has to go for a walk and narrate his dreams into a sending crystal like he’s taking dictation notes, his voice a low murmur. He can’t bring himself to ask his traveling companion to write them down for him.

So— crotchety and sleep-deprived as he is, Doctor Strange is more bleak and sarcastic next to Madame de Foncé’s indefatigable conversation. But once they eventually arrive at their destination, he finally brightens. They’re welcomed through the front doors as agents of Riftwatch, and people even seem relieved to see them. Standing in the sprawling stone foyer, they listen to the winemaker explain the trouble they’d encountered in the castello’s basement expansion, the renovations unearthing something terrible; and even while the man is talking, there’s the sound of a particularly loud crash down below, as if a chair just hit a wall.

The Antivan winemaker tosses Wysteria the key to the basement and then, with a rushed, “I’llbeinthekitchenifyouneedme,” he’s gone, vanishing down a corridor and scurrying away to the other side of the castello.

“So. Not rats, I take it,” Strange says dryly, looking at the door leading downstairs.