Post by Marcescens on Aug 12, 2009 20:09:35 GMT -6
For many, many centuries at the northern end of town an old building sat as still as death itself. It was once believed, that a long time ago an ancient General lived at that place, and only offered to bury people in his cemetery that had NOT died in battle. It was his motto, the line of his life. ‘Kingdom of the Dead not killed in Battle’. And so he lived by it.
So from then on, only civilian people were buried in the Cemetery just beyond his backyard yet within the house’s grounds.
Eventually, the good General, believed to be General Nevermore, passed away and was not even buried in his own Cemetery.
The house was passed along to a lonely fellow a few years later. He was a rich man, high and proud, not to mention a lawyer. He completely restored the house, giving it nice velvet carpets and very expensive picture frames and even high quality pins in the door jams and hinges.
One thing the two men did not have in common was their view of the cemetery. The lawyer, name unknown, thought that the cemetery should be allowed for anyone, especially those who died in battle. It was ‘giving honour’ as he so said. So, the cemetery was re-opened and allowed for anyone.
Time passed again, and the lawyer moved away, died, and was carried to another cemetery across the country to rest with his family.
Now the house grows old, creaky, and alone for a long, long, long time. The paint faded on the outside, boards beginning to stumble apart and the windows grew foggy with age.
Time moves along, and our old house still lives. Now with the new modernization of the world, The Old House seems more and more left behind and alone with its inhabitants. Yes inhabitant‘s’.
With the arousal of the spirits in the cemetery, by now, graveyard, and the monsters of imagination hanging around the Nevermore House, they all live under the ‘rule’ of one person. The Captain. Or, more known as, the Captain of the Dead. He’s the one in charge, being the head leader of all creatures and ghosts within the area and they all follow his orders.
This Captain of the Dead was not buried in the cemetery, but actually was buried at sea. He was a man sailing on a Dutch ship when he was cursed for killing his bride to be on the wedding day and forced to sail the seas until one would die for him. (If asked, he will willingly relate the whole story.) He sailed for eternities, when he met the woman that would set him free. But he fell in love with her, not wanting her to die, yet she killed herself for his curse to be lifted.
She died. And so did the Captain. His age seemed to catch up with him, and he fell away to shrivelled bones into the sea.
Washed ashore in the later years, his bones were buried beneath the sand and lost. His ghost rose as a yellow skeleton like phantom and now rules as Captain in the Nevermore Home.
Years have passed, and yet the ghosts and monsters live on like normal living people would... in a dead sort of way... but that doesn’t mean that the questions and problems poke up...
Marcescens, the nasty little Scarecrow, actually made a deal with the Lord of 'Heck'. He didn't want to live alone down there, not to mention he didn't want Marcescens either! The spirit was allowed to rise up again, or more litterally, spat back out and he fell head over heels and straight into a Scarecrow, where his soul has been trapped ever since.
But the deal has two sides. Marcescens was given a cricket, a small blackish green one that was his 'heart'. If the cricket dies, so will Marcescens. But the cricket will never grow old, but it will die just as any bug does otherwise...
((More might be added.))
So from then on, only civilian people were buried in the Cemetery just beyond his backyard yet within the house’s grounds.
Eventually, the good General, believed to be General Nevermore, passed away and was not even buried in his own Cemetery.
The house was passed along to a lonely fellow a few years later. He was a rich man, high and proud, not to mention a lawyer. He completely restored the house, giving it nice velvet carpets and very expensive picture frames and even high quality pins in the door jams and hinges.
One thing the two men did not have in common was their view of the cemetery. The lawyer, name unknown, thought that the cemetery should be allowed for anyone, especially those who died in battle. It was ‘giving honour’ as he so said. So, the cemetery was re-opened and allowed for anyone.
Time passed again, and the lawyer moved away, died, and was carried to another cemetery across the country to rest with his family.
Now the house grows old, creaky, and alone for a long, long, long time. The paint faded on the outside, boards beginning to stumble apart and the windows grew foggy with age.
Time moves along, and our old house still lives. Now with the new modernization of the world, The Old House seems more and more left behind and alone with its inhabitants. Yes inhabitant‘s’.
With the arousal of the spirits in the cemetery, by now, graveyard, and the monsters of imagination hanging around the Nevermore House, they all live under the ‘rule’ of one person. The Captain. Or, more known as, the Captain of the Dead. He’s the one in charge, being the head leader of all creatures and ghosts within the area and they all follow his orders.
This Captain of the Dead was not buried in the cemetery, but actually was buried at sea. He was a man sailing on a Dutch ship when he was cursed for killing his bride to be on the wedding day and forced to sail the seas until one would die for him. (If asked, he will willingly relate the whole story.) He sailed for eternities, when he met the woman that would set him free. But he fell in love with her, not wanting her to die, yet she killed herself for his curse to be lifted.
She died. And so did the Captain. His age seemed to catch up with him, and he fell away to shrivelled bones into the sea.
Washed ashore in the later years, his bones were buried beneath the sand and lost. His ghost rose as a yellow skeleton like phantom and now rules as Captain in the Nevermore Home.
Years have passed, and yet the ghosts and monsters live on like normal living people would... in a dead sort of way... but that doesn’t mean that the questions and problems poke up...
Marcescens, the nasty little Scarecrow, actually made a deal with the Lord of 'Heck'. He didn't want to live alone down there, not to mention he didn't want Marcescens either! The spirit was allowed to rise up again, or more litterally, spat back out and he fell head over heels and straight into a Scarecrow, where his soul has been trapped ever since.
But the deal has two sides. Marcescens was given a cricket, a small blackish green one that was his 'heart'. If the cricket dies, so will Marcescens. But the cricket will never grow old, but it will die just as any bug does otherwise...
((More might be added.))
