Resurrection City V: Hell Hath No Fury

Andrew D. Gable

First Post

• Mar 2, 2005

• #1

Far in the Glenn has plac'd Black Annis's Bower.
'Tis said the soul of mortal man recoil'd
To view Black Annis's eye, so fierce and wild;
Vast talons, foul with human flesh, there grew
In place of hands, and her features livid blue,
Glar'd in her visage; whilst her obscene waist
Warm skins of human victims embrac'd.
:: JOHN HEYRICK.

September 2, 1893; 9:00 am
Trevor, Diggory, and Dr. Hewitt make their respective ways to the Liverpool Street Station, where the train to Walsingham waits to depart. As the three present their tickets and file onto the train, Trevor talks excitedly of his home country, and the sizable hall his family possesses among the northern Norfolk downs.

The train arrives in the pleasant-sized village -- not too large, yet not so small, about the size of Avebury -- early that afternoon, around 2:00.

 

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JimAde

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• Mar 2, 2005

• #2

As they depart the train station, Trevor gestures toward the medieval red-brick and timber framed houses with their pantiled roofs. "The high street here is where they have the big parade every year", he says. As they stride past the whitewashed store fronts he continues, "It ends at the church there, Our Lady of Walsingham. The Virgin Mary appeared to a widow there in the 11th century and the place has been a bit of a pilgrimage destination ever since." He shrugs. "Brings a few bob to the folks in the village."

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I am mercilessly mixing Walsingham and Little Walsingham, here. I don't think anyone will mind.
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Old Fezziwig

Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.

• Mar 2, 2005

• #3

"The Virgin Mary. Ye don't say. Given some of the things we've seen lately, I wonder what she did see. The Blessed Virgin hardly seems likely."

 

JimAde

First Post

• Mar 3, 2005

• #4

Trevor squints at Diggory appraisingly and says, "What is it that makes you think only the nefarious supernatural is real?" He looks around at the beautiful pastoral village and continues, "Given some of the things we've seen lately, I think it's obvious someone is looking out for us. If not, these...things...would have overwhelmed mankind long ago." He smiles at Diggory again. "Have a little faith, my friend. This is the spot for it," he finishes gesturing grandly as they pass the church.

 

Old Fezziwig

Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.

• Mar 3, 2005

• #5

Jamison sighs. "Perhaps ye're right. All me life I've believed in the supernatural — or at least been willing to believe in it — when no one else I knew had. An' now that I've found it, I'm beginnning to be a wee bit frustrated that there hasn't been anything good or benevolent. Nothing more than a series of encounters with deranged maguses, walking corpses, and strange monsters. It's a bit disappointing to find out that the realm of the occult is littered with the same types of beasts that I find in London every day I work for the Metropolitan Police, only more so. But ye're right. An' it's a fine church."

 

JimAde

First Post

• Mar 3, 2005

• #6

As they pause to survey the architecture, Trevor says quietly, "I'm inclined to believe that God is rather more subtle than His opponents. Rather than trumpeting angels and flaming swords, I think He goes in more for rumpled policemen and starry-eyed poets." He smiles and waves distractedly to a passing pedestrian of his acquaintance and says, "Let's get lunch. I'm famished."

 

Old Fezziwig

Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.

• Mar 4, 2005

• #7

"Sounds like a fine plan."

 

Andrew D. Gable

First Post

• Mar 4, 2005

• #8

Trevor steers them towards a quaint little pub. Though it's nothing fancy, it serves some of the best food in Walsingham. "Let's go see that estate of yours after we eat," says Dr. Hewitt as you finish your meals. Within a few moments you're in a cab, heading along the country roads towards Walsingham Hall. Off to the right of the road is a large old forest, which Trevor identifies as Oak Wood.

As you pull up to the manor, you see another carriage outside bearing the livery of Lord Townsend, who dwells at Raynham Hall to the south.

Jim: OOC note for Trevor.

 

JimAde

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• Mar 8, 2005

• #9

"Ah," Trevor says with satisfaction. "Townsend's here. His lands are down by Raynham Hall, but he comes by on occasion to drink my wine and check on things for me. He's a good fellow." He leads the way in.

 

Andrew D. Gable

First Post

• Mar 9, 2005

• #10

As Trevor steps inside, he is greeted by the servants he'd left here and by Willie. "Trevor, good to see ye," the East Ender says. "An' Doctor... Hewitt, is it? Yes, of course. An' Mr. Diggory. How've ye been?"

"Walsingham, my good man!" comes a voice from the top of the stairs in the front room. After a moment, a fairly unimpressive middle-aged man with a neatly groomed moustache claps Trevor on the shoulder. "And I thought you were going to stay in London forever in your stuffy Parliament." After exchanging pleasantries with Trevor, he turns to the others. "You forget to introduce me to your friends, Walsingham! Frederick Townsend at your service. Lord Townsend, that is," he says with a little mock bow.