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Old 08-22-2009, 11:12 AM   #121
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Corbin looked around and pulled the key out of his sleeve that he found in the attic. It was very oddly shaped, but who knew. Perhaps it was the key to the final part of the scavanger hunt, but the scavanger hunt wasn't what was interesting Corbin, no... what was interesting Corbin was that there was a murderer among their presence. Only one person had access to the rat poison, or so he knew of, and that was the maid. Perhaps that doctor had a thing of rat poison... that would make sense.


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Old 08-22-2009, 12:48 PM   #122
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Shakhmaty giggled, but then froze. "That's because...I see a ghost behind you." She saw Ebony whirl around, but she laid a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry. You have nothing to fear from this one." Tears sprang to her blue eyes as she saw who it was. It was Higz, desperately trying to hug his lovely ward but failing to completely realize that he was--ethereal. She supposed that sometimes ghosts had a hard time "giving up the ghost", especially when they had been so suddenly and gruesomely murdered. As for Higz, his transparent form, failing to reach Ebony, turned to Shakhmaty.

"Close your eyes," she said to Ebony. "Try and feel his hug." She listened intently. "Higz says that he loves you more than if you were a flesh-and-blood member of his family. He--He'll try and protect you as long as you're in this house. He also says...look in your pocket?" The chess player was puzzled. Sure enough, in the pocket of Ebony's dress there was something sticking out. It looked like a playing card, crumpled and worn with age.
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Old 08-22-2009, 03:41 PM   #123
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After finishing his coversation with Reynolds, Artemis decided it would be a good time to report back to Shakhmaty. He found her talking to Ebony about someone. As he looked over he saw the ghost of Higz trying to hug Ebony. He floated on over and laughed.

"I'm right there with you buddy," Artemis said as he put his ghostly arm around Higz.

He was so glad to have a ghost friend that he almost forgot about Reynolds.

"Shakhmaty there's... Wow, that's a nice dress, why did I have to be the first one to go!?!?! Oh yeah, Reynolds can hear me too. I'm not sure if he can see me but I at least got to warn him about 10. That reminds me, Ebony we haven't really met yet but don't be alone at 10 trust me."
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Old 08-22-2009, 06:00 PM   #124
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Shakhmaty gingerly removed the crumpled card from the pocket of Ebony's dress. "It's a Tarot card," she said, "like the ones I have in my deck, but a hell of a lot older. Speaking of Hell...oh, dear. The Devil. Not good."

She flipped the card over, being careful to hide it from the eyes of the other guests nearby. Reading what it said caused chills to crawl up her spine. If it was true...There could only be one source of the kind of ultimate power that this "D.C." character was referring to, and it lay right on the front of the card.

Of course. Whom could she trust? She had already promised Ebony her sweet devotion--and five million dollars--if she happened to win Benjamin E. Faktor's "game" and inherit his fortune. However, Ebony really couldn't see or hear ghosts, like she could. That meant Shakhmaty needed a third party, and besides, if either she or Ebony were murdered, then all was lost. However, who was the one guest in this entire mansion that didn't care only about money? More than that, who would be willing to protect them both if needed?

It was Helen Taft, or rather the ghost of Helen Taft, who had the answer:

The green man. The naval officer with a mind and a past of his own.

Shakhmaty couldn't believe it. Jacob Reynolds? He sees ghosts?

Aye. Take the word of Icecliff's only true clairvoyant, herself a specter!

Out loud, she only said, "Ebony? Mister Reynolds? Would you care to join me for a bit of chess in the Game Room?" Indeed...the pieces are moving.
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Old 08-22-2009, 11:36 PM   #125
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Mr. Reynolds smiled peacefully, happy to have yet another distraction, and quickly agreed to the request. The trio- Ebony had joined them, lest she be left alone at ten o'clock!- proceeded to the dreary room with a single candlestick, illuminating the the cobwebs and pieces alike with a fiery glow.

With the pieces reset, the two began, pawns advancing in a suicidal fury to protect their lords and land. Of course, in their rashness, the pawns had opened up the way for their nobles to be slaughtered, and the blood was shed in waves.

The pawns had formed lines of 'teeth,' initiating a cold war that could only be thawed by exsanguination. Reynolds took the burden of the first strike, launching a war of aggression against his foe.

The bloodbath ensued until the pawns had been nearly depleted. The nobles rushed across the fields in diagonals and awkward 'L's until naught but monarchs remained.

Both players studied the field, hoping to find some distinct advantage over the other in the positions of their pieces. Neither could discern a suitable move. "Stalemate, ma'am?"

Shakhmaty smiled in return. "Agreed."

The grandfather clock chimed nine times, one for each hour, one for each death that had taken place in the house. Each occupant of the Game Room shuddered uncontrollably, knowing that in sixty minutes, the clock would chime ten times.
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Old 08-23-2009, 12:10 AM   #126
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After the chess game had concluded, the gaslit lamps in the room seemed to grow brighter and brighter, and one of them even exploded from the heat. Shakhmaty slapped a white-gloved hand over her mouth, trying not to scream, but fortunately for Jacob, Ebony and herself, none of the glass shards that went flying hit any of them. Then, the flames dimmed to naught.

BENJAMIN E. FAKTOR'S MANSION, 12/31/11, 9:00 PM

Two ghostly apparitions suddenly appeared at the mahogany card table, glowing as if they themselves had swallowed gas lamps: Donald Corbin, dark-haired, swarthy and robust, and Thaddeus Ward, his pale-haired teenage footman. In front of one sat a red candle in a votive; in front of the other, a paper and quill pen. Donald Corbin, being the richer and more powerful, spoke:

"Tad. You know what I'm offering you. It's the chance of a lifetime. I know that signing over your immortal soul to the same master I serve is not exactly your cup of tea, but think about it. You're a slag shoveler, and even though Coombs fancies you, you're not his favorite pet. Would you rather reign on Earth, or serve in heaven? I would have owned the Foundry myself, and taken this same deal, had it not been for the fact that I'd rather see Coombs in his tomb than be rich right now. We have two different motives."

Thaddeus Ward--Benjamin E. Faktor--gasped. "You're mad, Corbin!"

"Am I? Let me fill you in on a little secret. Everyone thinks that the Devil tortures and torments those who are on his side, either by default or by contract. I ask you: what general would do such things to his troops? Thaddeus, if you were rich--if my master granted you the power you needed to get in Coombs' good graces via the manipulation of your dark abilities, you could do Icecliff a world of good. Hiram only cares about himself. Would you rather slave away for the rest of your days? You can barely read and write. There's no way you can go to university and get the education you need to run the Foundry. It's too late. Besides--if you and my master join forces, Coombs will soon die anyway, and through his devious plans, you the footman will inherit his fortune! Dream of it, Thaddeus, and sign the tract!"

"Tad" shook his head. "I will not. Although, why would the Devil let me use the money I inherited for the sake of good? He only wants to do evil."

"If 'evil' is not buckling under to some supposedly all-powerful God, then of course he wants to do evil! The lot that God has appointed for you is to be a servant and a laborer. Don't you want more than that? You could take care of your dying father and ailing mother. Why did God turn the world over to the Devil after the fall of Man? It is because he hates humanity. Adam and Eve made a choice, to serve themselves instead of Him, and He abandoned them. God sent all to Hell, not Satan, unless they would become His slaves. You would do better to be powerful than powerless. You have a good heart. What good is it without power? Right now, you can do nothing but work."

"I don't think that this is the way to rectify that," retorted Tad.

"Isn't it?"

Tad suddenly had an idea. He signed the contract. "Once I'm rich, I'll repent. I'll run the Foundry well, and when my family is safe in the arms of God, healthy or at least in their graves, then I'll forsake everything."

Donald Corbin laughed and laughed. "Do you really think you'll be able to?

The ghosts vanished, and the living guests in the Game Room stared in shock.
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Old 08-23-2009, 03:13 PM   #127
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Now that he was dead, Artemis realized how boring this game really was. Not only did he leave half way through the other two ghost's conversation but he actually thought about how great it would be to die a second time just to stir up some excitment. With that a thought popped into his head and he began to search for the maid. She had been around these ghosts for quite a while, perhaps she could help him. After that he'd try to go find Corbin and warn him as well. He made his way into the kitchen but didn't see her. He continued floating around until he found her talking to some other man he did not yet meet. He floated his way in between the two and turned to face the maid.

"Henrietta my dear, I know you can see me. I need your help right now, I need to know if there's any other way for me to make contact with the real world again. Is there anyway to make my body rise once again?"
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Old 08-23-2009, 05:36 PM   #128
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Henrietta, standing in the kitchen, suddenly stepped backward as if startled. Once she realized that this ghost, unlike the other ones in this mansion, meant no harm to her, she smiled and shook her head sadly.

"I'm sorry, but no. No one here has the skills of one Doctor Frankenstein. However, there is something you can do to help everyone, living and dead, within the walls of this house. Certain ghosts have certain 'haunts'--rooms of which they are particularly fond and which they like to inhabit. Back in 1867, on the fateful night of another New Year's Eve party, the former owner of this mansion murdered the six guests who had attended. The guests were all his enemies. One was his sister, who despised him. One was his former lover, who swore she would have nothing to do with him. One was a poor Gypsy girl, who told everyone's fortune and drew a bad Tarot card for Coombs. One was the principal investor of the Icecliff Steel Foundry, who hated him. One was a foreman, one of the best that Coombs had ever had--and who loathed him for not giving him the promotion he deserved. The last ghost and guest?"

She pursed her lips. "Donald Corbin. Next in line to run the Foundry. He had it in for Coombs, and he was also into the occult. Does that name sound familiar to you? It should. I am almost certain that Corbin fellow here tonight is a relative of that ghostly wretch who convinced Faktor to sell his soul to the Devil. If you can find the one room in this house that Donald Corbin haunts, and somehow figure out a way to obliterate his presence there, I would be glad." She raised an eyebrow. "After that...I'll take you to see him. Faktor needs help, but it's not the kind of help that I can give. After all, I can only barely see you, and there are others here who are more sensitive."
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Old 08-26-2009, 06:25 PM   #129
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Once, Tim made his presence known simply by speaking to the others in the room, startling Henrietta slightly. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but one of the guests is named Corbin. I think there might be a connection, familial or otherwise. Though he didn't look like he had the strength to gut a man, he seemed as though he had the brains to poison one. Who were you talking to, anyway." He pointed out, maintaining his role as de facto investigator.

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