Audric's Story

The Prison of Awesome Doom

This location has been well known for what it truly is, as the ridiculous name took away any credibility it had. The prison is nothing more than a castle fashioned into a horror themed Inn that randomly takes in travelers and the homeless that are within the territory of the castle. Though you are free to leave from the moment you are brought in, for none of the "guards" are particularly invested in pretending to stop you.

You have your own reason for being here. Perhaps you were passing through and needed a place to stay, perhaps it was a dare, but all the same you are within the walls of Castle Augustus. And as you wander through the "Prison", your story begins. And little do you know what your future holds for you.

But all you know for sure that a boy named Magnus, the apparent "Warden" of this prison, is ineptly flirting with most of the women in the castle, attempting (and failing) to intimidate the men, and nervously blushing around those who are non-binary.

Kareltje sighed as he trudged through the corridor. He and Audric had lost a bet (again) and would be stuck here for a week. He could appreciate aesthetic as much as anyone, but the purposeful layer of dust and grime over most everything in the castle was going to send him into fits.

He brushed a sconce with his fingertip and frowned at the gray layer of dirt on it. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."

Aster nudged against his back with her muzzle, white ears folded back. She wasn't about to let him get too distracted by the things he disliked about this place. He'd get caught up in his own head and they'd get nowhere.

Sighing once more, he reached out his clean hand to scratch at the large she-wolf's neck. "I'm sorry, my darling. I suppose I should make the best of this, right?"

She wuffed softly, the sound coming in a gentle rush from her fluffy chest. One of her perfectly triangular ears twitched towards another hall, detecting something of a ruckus. Kareltje looked in that direction and heard a cacophony of female voices chirping like a tree full of birds.

"I don't think so, missy," he tutted, turning to go the opposite way. "There's no telling what sort of people voluntarily come to such a dismal place."

Aster whined, a growling note in it reminding him that he came here voluntarily and that there was no room to judge others.

"Yes, but I lost a bet. Oliver knew this place would annoy the hell out of me, and I think that counts as being here under duress."

She snorted and turned down the side hall, headed towards the noise. Her long legs and enormous paws ate up the distance as she loped away from her person.

"H-hey! Come back here you miscreant! I know you're just off to cause mischief," he scolded, chasing after her at a much less casual pace.

Reaching the hall filled with people, her pink tongue lolled out and her fluffy white tail wagged in intrest. All of these new people to meet and strange things to smell! Kareltje would forgive her for preferring this over stone and dust.