Blood Rose Tub
You step into a room passing massive wooden double doors and enter a room beyond all images of morbid beauty. Pillars line the room, seemingly tinted with blood. Torchlight plays eerie light along the walls and floor. The very flood on which you stand seems a solid, unbroken stone rippled and curved with veins, pooling with blood. But with each step you find it is merely an illusion, no blood and no rises or falls in the stone.
Curtains billow and flutter in an ever-present breeze behind the stone pillars. The curtains maintain a steady block against daylight, and simple decor against the blandness of the Night. From a window in the back of the room, mountain ranges break the land and reach skyward, seeming to be attempting to tear the heavens asunder. And in the center of the room, a tub rests, seemingly reft of stone or lined and carved from metal. Yet which is uncertain, seemingly stone pretending to be metal, or metal to be stone. In the center of the metalic carvings on the side, a woman becons you, calling you to her, enticing you to enter the tub, yet behind seem briars and thornbushes to tangle you there. Reaching the side of the tub, you reach a hand in and seem actually shocked to find the water a deep red, sprinkled with rose petals, both wilted and fresh. Yet as you pull away, your hand is slicked in oily wetness. Obviously, the reason for the name of the room.
Along one wall, ancient weapons and tools of war rest, seemingly collecting themselves after years, or perhaps longer, of strife and bloodshed. The collection is astounding, each showing a proper respect of handcrafting and workmanship in their creation, as well as a lack of reguard for them after use, chips and nicks lining the blades and splinters and cracks in axe hafts or staffs' lengths. Each are adorned with an ancient symbol, so old, even the maker seems to have forgotten its meaning.
Along the other wall, portraits of a few dark figures hang. They seem rather ordinary at first, yet at a closer glance, they would appear something more. Though you can tell something about them is off, you simply can't put your finger on it. Perhaps their stories can be found closeby?
Welcome to the Blood Rose Tub. You may search as you see fit, and hopefully you will be able to chat with others as this site is advanced. For now, enjoy.
~Dark Lord Syn
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