Blackford Manor

Blackford Manor (First Floor)

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a part of Blackford Manor, by Crichton.

The floorboards creak in certain places, and nothing seems to help.

Crichton holds sovereignty over Blackford Manor (First Floor), giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Setting

Includes the servant's quarters, eight guest bedrooms (three of which have a terrace, six en-suite), a library, closets and bathrooms.
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Blackford Manor (First Floor)

The floorboards creak in certain places, and nothing seems to help.

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Blackford Manor (First Floor) is a part of Blackford Manor.


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Character Portrait: Samuel Perkins Character Portrait: Chloe Reed Character Portrait: Bernard Valor Character Portrait: Asher Jones Character Portrait: Clementine Harper Character Portrait: Jule Montgomery Character Portrait: Dorothy Evelyn Bennett Character Portrait: Nina Xalvadora

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It is your second day at Blackford Manor, and your first day of work. As you arrived yesterday there were a few other maids and manservants to greet you, and they have informed you that the master will be absent for some time. Theodorus Cherrywood is expected to arrive later in the day. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you may take a look out the window and notice that the water has risen during the night, sealing you off from the outside world for many hours. Those of you with keen sense of sight (and rooms at the back of the house) might also notice something that looks an awful lot like the roof of a house sticking up from the water, some miles away in the opposite direction of Hob's Bay. Hopefully nobody lives there.

As you come out of your room you will find a note with your expected assignments. This is what it says:


Dear Sir or Madam,

It delights our Esteemed Master that you have decided to accept his proposal. We trust you will enjoy your stay at Blackford Manor, and as long as you carry out the assignments as expected, you will be most welcome. You have arrived during a busy time. Our Master hopes to have a party at the end of the week to rekindle some of his lost friendships during his time away from England. As such, we are expecting eight (8) guests on Friday. It will be your job to make sure they pass their time here wanting nothing, having everything, with the exception of entertainment, which will be provided by our Master. On that note, here are your jobs for the day;

  • Maids and manservants. You will be expected to clean the house, with particular focus on the guest rooms on the first floor. The kitchen hands will be expected to help, with particular focus on the kitchen.
  • Cooks and stocktakers. The kitchen and cellar are in dire need of inventory checks. Make a note of what we have in stock, and prepare your orders for the party.
  • Gardeners. You should do what you do best with the garden. The master has also requested floral decorations inside the house, which you may provide.

Note that these orders are on top of what would be expected of you on a daily basis. I expect to find everything in order once I arrive this evening.

Kind Regards,
Theodorus Cherrywood
Head Butler


And so your new life at Blackford Manor begins, as your characters drift from deep sleep to a slow awakening. The sunlight streams in through your respective windows, promising a grey but rain free day...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Samuel Perkins Character Portrait: Chloe Reed Character Portrait: Bernard Valor Character Portrait: Asher Jones Character Portrait: Jule Montgomery

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ImageThe sky was a cold grey, the sunlight muted by this overcast as it peeked behind the coal black curtains of her new room. Chloe sat up slowly, her eyes inexplicably drawn to the window. The skies matched the secrets in her heart. It was cold, full of uncertainty, it might rain, it might storm, it might be sunny, nothing was clear. She was far from there now, how they knew about her, how they knew she needed a place to run, how they knew she'd come here, nor did she know how that letter got her bed, in her room, passed the parlor where the bodies lay.
She didn't know what the future held, but the constables weren't here for her, no one else seemed to know, she had to take that at some sort of twisted blessing.

Pulling herself out of bed, Chloe made her way to the window, to feel the wind, she closed her eyes against soft blowing air, and sighed. She had to keep it together, keep her head down. She didn't know who knew what, and she didn't want to risk anyone, telling anyone else.

She pulled on her clothes, brushed her dark locks up into a half ponytail, letting the raven locks fall around her shoulders like a shawl .

She slipped on simple shoes, wrapped herself in a corset, pulling the strings enough that she could move but that it could do it's job. She slid on a plain red cotton dress, frayed at the ends, pulled an crisp white apron around her thin waist, and slid on a matching bonnet.

She made her way to the door, and stopped. She had a horrible feeling in the pity of her stomach, as she gaze back out the window. She knew the signs well, how to read the skies.. She turned away from it, taking a breath. She had to weather it, no matter what. Gloomy and grey, warning of a storm yet to come.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Samuel Perkins Character Portrait: Asher Jones Character Portrait: Clementine Harper Character Portrait: Jule Montgomery Character Portrait: Dorothy Evelyn Bennett Character Portrait: Nina Xalvadora

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SAMUEL PERKINS

ImageSam’s dark gaze flickered from the low hanging clouds to the large garden, then past that, the glassy marsh land that surrounded the estate. He had glanced at the garden the day before, when the odd man from town gave him a lift to the manor, and had noted the work that needed to be done. He had missed the back though, where he was now certain he could see headstones in the distance. A family grave site? He pursed his lips slightly. Eight days—the gravel drive, the chapel, the garden, and now the graveyard—was a short time to get everything ready.

Hearing voices, he looked over at the stove. A young woman was standing here, the little suffragette that Sam had briefly met the day before but whose name escaped him, and the cook lost in their own conversation.

He turned back to the sink and rubbed his tired eyes, vowing to try and actually sleep tonight. He would have laughed at the thought, if it wasn’t so problematic for him. Samuel Perkins, sleeping through the night? How absurd. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in over ten years. And something told him he wasn’t about to start.

Movement out of the corner of his eye made Sam turn and watch as a girl descended the steps, dressed in a cream colored dress and an apron. Her eyes swept across the kitchen, and Sam felt he should at least attempt a ‘good morning’ to her, but she quickly busied herself with rummaging through the cupboards, and Sam lost his nerve. A little slip of a girl, pressed against the opposite wall, also caught his eye. To her, he nodded and gave a half heartened smiled. He was quickly discovering that the new servants seemed to be as uncertain about the new job as he was...most of them anyway.

The tumble of apples into the basin sink made Sam jump slightly and he turned to see the French girl holding offering one to him. He took it gratefully.

"That's quite all right," he replied, adding, "Thank you." He paused for a moment, seeming to consider, before taking a bite. Realizing he forgot to introduce himself, he offered his free hand. "Samuel Perkins, the new gardener of Blackford Manor," he introduced, deciding he quite liked the sound of his new title. It was much better than 'Samuel Perkins, ex convict and former drunkard'