I don't know what I was thinking. I still don't know what I'm thinking.
I should have gotten rid of them while I had the chance. Or my father.
Or his father before him. But none of us ever did. We let them stay and
never thought anything of it. Now I'm trapped in the library, with them
all around me, watching me. I sealed the doors and windows but I can
still feel them getting through.
I can smell them now. So this is how it ends? I never would have
guessed they would be this dangerous.
Getting dizzy. Starting to hear voices. Who's there? Why is it so dark?
Why is it so loud?
Why is it so sharp?
Why is it so_____________
~Found written on a rotting piece of parchment in the library of House Dread
Jen stared at the seven tally marks he'd drawn on the flat space of wall right next to his bed in the belltower. He'd made the first three seven nights before, when he'd decided he should keep count of the dibbuns going missing. The fourth he'd made three nights ago, when another had vanished, plucked silently right from her bed. The three most recent marks he'd just made at that moment. He still held the chalk in his paw in fact. Three dibbuns in one night; that hadn't happened before. Maybe whatever was taking them was getting bolder. Whatever the motivation, it had the entire abbey frightened.
He slipped the chalk into his pocket and pulled on his kimono, tying it together before buckling on his sword belt and scabbard. The abbeyfolk weren't just sitting around and letting this happen of course. Guards had been posted, doors and windows had been barred, and the dibbuns had even been moved deeper inside the abbey. None of it dissuaded the kidnappers though. Bars were broken, guards were knocked out, and dibbuns continued to disappear. The abbot had called together all the adults of the abbey to figure out what they should do and try to find where the dibbuns were being taken. Jen, stoic and emotionless, would not have admitted it as he slid his long curved sword into its scabbard, paw gripping the handle tight, but he very much wanted to meet whatever it was that stole children from their beds with such abandon.
He had just rung the bell, calling all the beasts in the abbey to the Great Hall where the abbot was waiting. With his sword in place, paw still gripping the hilt, Jen turned away from the seven grim chalk marks and began to descend the spiraling stairs to the abbey below.
(OOC: Haven't started an RP in a long time. Let's see if I've still got it.)