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Monstrous Uncertainties

The Old Miss Inn

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a part of Monstrous Uncertainties, by Alastairim.

An old Inn located deep in the woods.

Alastairim holds sovereignty over The Old Miss Inn, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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    An old Inn located deep in the woods. It has three stories: first level has a small bar and guest rooms, second level contains her creatures' rooms who wished to stay at home and third for her and her alone. From the wine cellar in the basement, there's a door hidden behind a shelving unit that opens up to the feast room. Surrounded by grey stone, a large, aged table sits in the middle of the room with an array of chairs surrounding it. Miss's chair sits at its head on the far end.
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The Old Miss Inn

An old Inn located deep in the woods.

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The Old Miss Inn is a part of The Woods.

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The night tingled with uncertainty as midnight approached. Beneath the starless sky was a black mist that hung heavy in the woods, choking all light. Yet, in this darkness sat the Old Miss Inn. Its yellow glow barely broke through the dim clouds but inside remained bright. Partially melted candles were anchored on the walls to light the decrepit home. Dust and spider webs clung desperately to its furnishings as if years had passed undisturbed within the estate. While silence would normally be the final charm of the Inn, tonight was different. The often empty halls held a collection of beasts not commonly seen within the world and tonight was their feast.

Miss meticulously arranged the affair after a rather particular thought crossed her mind. In similar words, she thought: what if my dears were human? They had been made from humans, yes, but the thought that they could meld into human culture was an entirely new sort of thought - one in which she wished to explore. As such, she had prepared for the last decade to set upon the perfect plot and tonight it would be revealed.

Certain precautions had been made for tonight. Firstly, Miss had made sure to send out her invitations to all of her brood by the means of black crows. There was no feast without guests, after-all. Secondly, a spell had been painted with ink on the door to prevent the entry of any unwanted mortals. Party crashers were a pet peeve for the missus. Thirdly, the unfortunate few that had previously stayed in the inn met another fate. Their bodies, paralyzed by stickle weed, were thrown into the wine cellar and dragged onto a large, wooden table where they would remain for the rest of their lives. Miss - sometimes - had a small hint of empathy which showed its colours tonight as she ensured their main courses were not, in fact, awake. They wouldn’t feel their lives end, instead they would simply not ever wake. It was more humane, after-all.

Eyeing the end of her artful arrangement, Miss ensured all was to her liking. The thick block of wood that made up the table’s surface was scratched and stained from previous such events. Tonight, Miss mused, would add to the table’s charm. Her best plates had been set out along with her most valued iron goblets. Each had their own unique imprint pressed along the rims. Her own adorned a set of poison ivy leaves circling the cup of which she picked up and spun in her hand before replacing it on the wood. All, to her, was exactly as it should be.

Miss sauntered around the feast room one last time before taking her seat at the head of the table. Her light skin almost glowing in the dimly lit basement as the candles hung from the ceiling flickered. She could hear the footsteps of her brood wandering about the estate, making their way to the hidden room. Her back was poised and ready to greet them all with confidence and swelling joy. Her white teeth flashed beneath her full pink lips which held a sturdy smile.

”Welcome,” Miss would announce, ”It’s time we talked about your futures.”

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The skin had been crafted from old porcelain and powdered bone. It was a pale, fragile façade, lined with patterns of blood red. The brown hair came from dying reed, turning human as it was given life. Green eyes were fashioned from poisonous frog hide, now taking its first uncertain blinks as the pupils shrank in the light of the fire. Until a host arrived, there would be nothing. No thoughts, no expression– nothing to indicate that the creature was alive aside from the slow moments of its chest. Breathing. This was not life, directly, but something imitating it.

A walking lie.

Then, from the darkest crevices of the undergrowth, he came out of hiding. For centuries he had been jumping from shadow to shadow, surviving on what little he could glean from hunters and travellers who were dumb enough to sleep out there in the dark. Malin's domain lay in the night– within the blackness of the hour where only the true predators could rule. He found his way to the shell with uncertain fingers curling around shoulders, and soon Malin took his first breath. Through his shell he cracked a wide smile, and he stepped into the light for the first time. Feeling the tingling warmth on his hands, he stretched and yawned like a cat after a nap. He was long overdue for a proper adventure, he thought, but then paused. His shell was being pulled away from the comfort of the fire– a calling to join its creator. Soon his new legs carried him across creaking wood across the house, until he was met with a doorway.

Malin was not used to feeling uncertain, but a small part of him wondered if he had been trapped. He was unused to this body, it would be hard for him to put up a fight. Still, he entered. A young woman sat at the end of a table– noises indicated that more creatures were on their way.

”Welcome," She said. "It’s time we talked about your futures.”

"Future? I like the sound of that," Malin drifted closer to the table, keeping an eye out for lurking demonologists. "Is that why you have made me this gift? Not that I'm complaining, you understand. I like it very much."

He took the chance to look closer at the interior, before his eyes drifted to the set table once again. "What are we having?

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Miss kept her sights on the door as the first figure entered the scene. It was a frail-looking woman she didn't recognize but looking at the green eyes, she was reminded of the frog skin. With a look of mild surprise, the witch beckoned the newcomer in. ”Ah, I see the lure worked and at what a time indeed.” She mused quietly with a cunning smile. It had been weeks since she had left the sitting doll in the forest not knowing whether or not something might bite. It was more of an experiment but perhaps it was, as it could have been, fate. A new dear to the brood. As such, Miss welcomed them with open arms.

”You, my newest dear, are part of my brood - my family, if you will. There's not many strings attached other than you give me your name and keep your non-human identity a secret. I’ll be making an announcement shortly so please, stay and enjoy the events. As for what we’re having,” Her light eyes flickered down to the four sleeping humans laying stiffly on the table. With a quick shrug she murmured, ”Caucasians mostly.” She smiled back at the pale woman again to explain, ”We'll discuss more about our arrangement at a later date. It's time for festivities. And please," She paused to widen her smile, "call me Miss." Her head bowed slowly at the new guest as she lift an arm and motioned to a chair at her left for them to sit.

Her attention then turned to her apprentice whom entered in silently. Miss nodded to her while she descend upon the far chair. It was another good addition to the party. A league of other monsters came tumbling into the room - some loud, some meek, and some entirely malformed. Her early days as a conjurer were not her proudest but a brood mother doesn't destroy her dears for simply looks alone. They, too, had the right to be here even if they had little chance in helping with her current plot. Miss welcomed each one in turn, jeering and murmuring with the best of them. And then came in the man of the hour: Falastor.

"Wonderful," Miss began as she gestured a small wave to the vampire whom sat on her right, "Welcome Mr. Biron. It's been too long since you've visited." Her smile was almost cruel in its turn although she meant to appear only joyful - some habits were hard to break. "I'm glad you've decided to join us tonight. You were the dear I was hoping to see. And with that..." She trailed off and rose from her chair. The room went silent.

The witch was poised and confident, her beaming smile radiating her joy as she addressed the room. "As most of you remember, I am Miss - your brood mother. It is a title in which I am most proud of; however, I must acknowledge my failures in that title. I have crafted many of you without a home; without a place where you can live as you must. I have been working to change that and now, we have an opportunity." Miss paused and took a step away from her chair. Her feet began to circle the table as she continued proudly, "A decade ago I moved to this meadow because I saw the humans that lived here. Humans that feared little and valued strength about all else. You, my dears, are strength incarnate. You can hunt anything you choose - a skill in which these humans strive for. I thought that if they could accept your strength that, perhaps, you could be accepted by them in totality. And that is what I'm proposing today." The witch stopped behind Lizette, placing a hand on the crown of the chair.

"Of course, this suggestion is only up to those that wish to take this task - those that could willingly blend into human culture without suspicion. Those like Falastor." Her eye darted to the vampire with a knowing smile, "I, like him, knew how much opportunity is here when I saw it. It's private but with a constant food source; the village is isolated in the surrounding mountains but experience a large amount of traffic with newcomers every month. It has enough untracked humans to keep alive a league of dears. Most towns can only keep one or two before they're discovered but this village can support and maintain an entire society - if you wish to try."

Miss began to saunter around the table again, her hand dragging along the tops of the chairs, "Over the course of the next month, those willing will move into the town at randomly. Some will come in as hunters wishing to test their medal, others may be shop keepers or the like. If, at any time, you're feeling as though you cannot remain there, you're always welcome in my Inn. All I ask from you all is that you try. Try to find the humanity built into your bones and live a life without rejection and exile." The witch arrived back at her seat again to stand proudly as she eyed each member in turn. "I expect Falastor to help with this so long as none of you put him at risk. Unlike me, the humans have found a bond with him and I wish for him to act as a bridge between the two groups. If you endanger this know that forgiveness is not an option. Now," Miss leaned over the table, resting on her palms as she continued her glares, "are there any questions?"

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”You, my newest dear, are part of my brood - my family, if you will. There's not many strings attached other than you give me your name and keep your non-human identity a secret. I’ll be making an announcement shortly so please, stay and enjoy the events."

"You may call me Malin," Malin said as he took his seat by the table. "It is as good as any other name I have been called over the centuries."

Having spoken these words he then fell silent, listening intently to the words Miss spoke to the rest of the creatures sauntering into the room. He took not of two others, another demonic creature and a vampire, both of whom seemed far more at ease than anyone else in the room and treated Miss as an old friend rather than a master. His attention then returned to Miss' speech;

"Of course, this suggestion is only up to those that wish to take this task - those that could willingly blend into human culture without suspicion. Those like Falastor. Most towns can only keep one or two before they're discovered but this village can support and maintain an entire society - if you wish to try."

It was a daunting task, there was no use in hiding that. Although he had mostly observed humanity from an outsider's perspective he had never known them to be particularly welcoming to the supernatural or strange. The fact that most of the creatures in this room would, like Malin himself, feed on human flesh as part of a balanced diet, was sure to put a damper on future relationships. Still, Malin had lived alone for so many years now...

"Try to find the humanity built into your bones and live a life without rejection and exile."

He did like the sound of that. He looked up at Miss, his new face spreading into a smile that could easily be interpreted as acceptance. It had been too long since he had anyone– even anyone like him– and though it hadn't bothered him so far, the sense of belonging he felt to this room served as a cruel reminder of that fact.

"So, if I am to understand you, you are asking that I somehow, bring this group of...of..of your creations into this village and help them to assimilate there?"

Malin's gaze fell to Falastor, the man Miss mentioned so kindly in her speech. He noted the look which the vampire gave him and his brood, and took an instant dislike to him. So frightened to have his turf threatened that he would deny their creator? Malin's smile vanished as Falastor continued to speak;

"They, excuse me as I say this, but they don't look much like a group that will just come in an 'blend in' with the locals."

He looked down to his new, human, hands, and frowned. The next to speak up was the other demon;

"Miss has appointed me a form of...Enforcer, of the rules. I will be there if anything unpleasant happens. Its not as if i cant clean up any mess's, but, I would appreciate all of you taking care not to get into trouble. I would hate to have to kill any of you."

Malin raised an eyebrow, openly offended at the distrust he felt put towards him. "I'm sure such tired threats are entirely unwarranted," he said. "Some of us have had no issues surviving in the human's world, guised as their fellow men or not. It's not my kind they're spinning tales about." He looked at Falastor.

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Miss drew silent to watch Falastor, Lizette and Malin speak. Her pale eyes flickered to each as their voices rang through the stale air. She hadn't been entirely sure how Falastor would take the news although she supposed it could be worse. It wasn't a mistake that she invited him to her spider nest when all her minions were present - a time in which she had the obvious upper hand. It was, in its own way, a threat and she assumed he understood that. Yet, if he didn't, Miss promised he would.

"Thank you, Malin. I'm glad to see someone is happy to endorse the opportunity." She smiled kindly and waved a graceful motion for silence. Miss pulled herself from the table to stand tall among the party, take in a deep breath and explain, "While Lizette is correct, I have asked her to oversee the situation and do as she sees fit to maintain our secrecy, there are a few facts that must be known. Especially to you, Falastor." Her attention turned to the vampire one more time as she smiled. "Firstly, this opportunity is limited to those that could pass as human at a face value. I don't want to make this more difficult than it has to be. And secondly, I have no grievances in purging this town if need be. That means, Mr. Biron, that this is happening with or without your help. If you wish to keep this haven then I suppose you have your choice." Miss grinned with fierce eyes, challenging the vampire to accept this cause. The witch wasn't in the business of making friends - she could craft them at her pleasure. Miss, instead, faced the impossible task of creating a better life.

After ensuring that everyone in the room understood her sternness, Miss picked up a blade in her right hand and her goblet in the other. "Now," Miss opened with a cheerier tune. With a well-practiced hand, she sliced the throat of the human laying before her and let her cup catch the spilling blood. As the red liquid neared its rim, Miss lifted it. "To the brood!" She cheered and sucked down the drink. The rest of the night drained into boisterous havoc.

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TIME SKIP

    A month has passed in the village. Among the seven people that arrived over the month, three of the faces are rather specific to our plot. Firstly, Lizette has started entering the city as a delivery woman for the Old Miss Inn. Malin has become a servant within the Lord's house, while Behemoth's role has still not been noticed by the village. Miss still keeps to herself, avoiding any contact with her brood outside of the Inn.

    Now everyone can post however they wish: human and monsters alike. If you'd like a new area be added, tell me and I'll make the change. I'll be adding several community buildings so we can sort out where everyone is better. Make sure to properly input your location each time!

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"Was it worth it?" Miss whispered bitterly. Her pale hands carefully swept the scarred wooden floor on the first level. Dirt was stained into its frayed edges as the withered straw broom scratched at its nooks. "A full month has passed and their filth still remains. I didn't realize how barbaric they had become." Miss murmured under her breath. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the broom with all her might, pushing and pulling angrily. In her mind, she recalled the unfortunate outcome of the feast.

After the completion of the toast, a bloodbath ensued. One of her werewolves thought it would be a wonderful time to bury its food for later. This resulted in a tug-of-war on the first floor as he fought off two vampires and a demon that tried to keep the human corpse in the building. After the battle, her brood remained mostly unharmed but the events resulted in a spectacular mess; One in which she had the privilege of cleaning up. The witch had considered giving the job to Lizette but it felt more like a punishment than a learning opportunity for the young woman so she bore the brunt of the occasion herself.

Miss stopped her energetic sweeping to sigh and look out the window. "I suppose it was worth it. Looking back, I don't think I would have changed a moment of it." She softly cooed to herself, reflecting on the totality of the night. It was a rare occasion to have her creations in the same place, socializing amongst themselves. It was like a glimpse into what the Village could become given the right push.

Miss broke from her thought to continue her cleaning. While alchemy magic didn't specialize in housework, the witch had found her way around it by enchanting the blood and dust to make 'dust bunnies'. They were lively spheres of dust that scurried way from both light and movement which meant they easily fled the house after Miss chased them out with a broom. Once free to live amongst the surrounding woods, each dust bunny would eventually fade as water or rain washed away their bloody core. Some spiders still lingered but Miss kept them as convenient house pets to rid the home of buzzing nuisances.

By this time, almost all the dust and blood were gone. Miss was left with trying to rid the caked in dirt that came with the barrage of creatures that had slithered in. It was a difficult task but one that she was willing to endure. Her hands, still white knuckled, pressed on to push clouds of dirt from the front step and through the open front door. The windows, too, were left wide open to allow the light of day to glisten onto the spotless wood. It was as if she were trying to show off her great work to any that would witness it. At the current time, the witch understood her audience would only be the odd bird or rodent that dared near the Inn but to her, that was well enough.

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With winched knuckles and a furrowed brow, Miss kept at her dusting. As some would say, she was beating the devil out of the broom by this point - an amusing statement she thought between thuds. It would have continued mindlessly for full minutes if her concentration hadn't been broken by a familiar voice. Immediately the witch stilled her hand to smile at the imposing company. It was Lizette.

While the demon spoke, a speck began to wiggle near a corner of the room. Miss's green eyes darted to the spot which now appeared clear. It consumed her mind with questions. As such, the woman partially listened to Lizette discuss her plans for the day while inching towards the suspicious spot on a lifted heel. It wasn’t until Lizette neared the door that she glanced back to call after at her, "I'd appreciate to hear what you find out later. Oh, and do tell Mr. Biron that I miss seeing his face around here. For the life of me, I can't fathom why he doesn't visit more often." Her smile intensified at the end to see Lizette leave. When the witch was sure her accomplice disappeared into the forest, Miss returned to her curiosities.

Step by step, she neared the corner. Her pale face held an energetic smile with suppressed her desire to chuckle - or cackle, depending on the observer. Miss stopped and reached to grasp the closed door of a closet. Holding her breath, she swung it open while crying, "Aha!" Her pale eyes set upon a small grey ball on the ground. It stalled for a moment, before rolling away at a quick pace.

"Leave this place, you fuzzball!" Miss commanded as she swung her broom around with a new found fury. The little ball, lulu as it called itself, tumbled as fast as it could towards the outside door before spinning out of the house and into the tall grass. Miss had run after it, wagging her broom menacingly to see lulu exit her estate. "You're meant to be dead already!" She cried out into the forest from the open door. "If I see you again, I'll make sure of that!" Wiggling the broom out of the Inn, she stopped and huffed. "Good riddance." before returning to cleaning.