The Ministry

Pulling Our Strings

Written on blue-print, the outer-most rolled sheet out of 3.

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January 24<font class=”Apple-style-span”>th</font> 1771 Part II 

After our recalibration back in the hall, we proceeded into the right wing of the mansion. The next room was an interesting art gallery, displaying interesting portraits that yielded more hurt than art normally does. Tripping a pressure plate, the room was filled with spikes, hidden behind the pictures, a mistake I should have saw coming.

The next room was a circular room of most interesting design. Stocked with volumes of volumes of untold subjects, a single ladder was the only apparent means of elevating oneself to the upper levels of book-stocked shelves. Our group had the most unsuspecting feeling that we were being watched through a portrait in this library of knowledge, but out timidness yielded the cultrate and our feelings to escape us. Quincy found interest in a one particular tome, and upon its removal, the adjacent books began to tumble inwards… an event that did not sit well with any of us, for we had no idea what sort of domino effect it would have on this time-ridden place. Using a piton to secure our new acquisition’s former place, our twin Jesters decided to show their faces, swinging madly down and around the library, on some sort of twisted ladder, blocking our exit. They were not alone, as 2 rag dolls followed after them, their control like the others before us, stringing into thin air. This attack took an unforeseen turn, as Reinny himself was put under the effects of these strings, turning his hammer unto me! This was an uneasy feeling, as co-workers that we are, it was unsettling knowing how quickly things could change, under our own volition or not.

Dispatching of the dolls and encountering an old, dusty actor, his assault on our party took more drastic, mental means, as he droned on with bad lines, bad delivery and a sex appeal as wet as the Egypt desert. His attacks were so mentally devastating; they seem to have an adverse effect on Quincy as his body was transformed into that of a werewolf! The old man was ruined and Quincy’s ferocity was contained… he claimed it to be the effects of the mansion, but I have my reservations… everyone at The Ministry has their place, I doubt his knowledge of machines and magic surpass mine, perhaps his inception is more sinister in this organization. Regardless, the darkness of the night was lifted by the Jesters… our enemies in one room, our friends in another, most questioning indeed. They dropped down to the ground, a table stocked with food and drink… of course we took a more intelligent approach and analyzed the contents… but after a careful analysis, how could I refuse a generous host such as this. In France, ignored food is an insult on the host, and we wouldn’t want that here. The effects of the food resulting in a much needed rejuvenating boost, though I did notice that Quincy did not partake in our dining… perhaps he should have.

For our next path pointed upwards, up a ladder went, upwards and onwards for sometime… 20 minutes to be exact! The construction alone behind this ladder was dizzying, nevermind actually climbing it! At the top was a catwalk complex and the control systems (theoretically used by the puppet master to control curtains, “actors” and the like.) We were met with some lackeys that were trying to stop our control over the mansion, and they turned the tables on us as they shrouded the room in a terrifying fog, leaving us to poke and prod our way around, blinded. At the suggestion of Reinny, Jack tried to make his way to the villain controlling the sight blinding fog and with one misstep his way, unknown to me, plummetted downward into the darkness…. If it wasn’t for Quincy and his quick use of Feather fall, we might have lost the uneven-minded man.

Dispatching the man with a shocking blast from Reinny’s armor, I channeled the energy that is so raw an untapped, pushing the creature to a similar, unguided fate that would have befallen Jack. I knew utilizing the power of electricity would be a good use of resources.

Unlocking the door in the Hall with our new found keys, we were met with the final performance of the puppet master, his newest “actor” Jack, a dominated, crucified subject, bent to the master’s will. The same fate befell Reinny, and his hammer became an instant threat once wielded towards us… this battle was hard fought and tumultuous to see what could befall our allies around us. Jack managed to put to Rest one of our Jester “friends” and Quincy’s sleep spell was a valuable aid in this endeavor. The Puppet master was no match for my power, as I channeled the surging power of electrcity again, coursing it through his vile body, he melted away into a black abyss, muttering something about this “not being over”. Reinheardt made a comment that perhaps the Puppet Master was a pawn in someone else’s game… We heard the uproarious appreciation off an unseen crowd, we took our.  We continued our exploration and this would support Reinheardt’s off hand comment.

Leading into a smaller pantry behind the main stage, a small crude alter held a giant red gem and a simple leather ledger… damn my curiosity, for upon inspection, a loud shriek ran through the very core of my being, and all went black…

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