Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."
October the Eleventh, Eighteen Forty-Nine
It has been three days since the funeral. Still I am in shock. The procession was a simple one, and hardly anyone gathered to pay respects. There was not even a headstone to mark his grave. Unfitting for such an inspired man.
Even in my grief, I must prepare for the proceedings in the coming weeks. No doubt word of his passing has spread amongst our brethren, but All Hallow's Eve is a time of joy. It need not be marred with tears and sorrow. It is a night of celebration, when all our kin may meet in peace. I hear there shall be even more guests than ever before. Just the thought of it fills my soul with anticipation.
I wish you could be here to see this, my love.
So if you didn't pick up on the references, this is going to be a spooky, Halloween-themed, Edgar Allan Poe inspired RP. Your character, one of the many supernatural creatures in hiding throughout 19th-century America, has received word of a gathering in Baltimore, Maryland, on the night of All Hallows Eve. It is a gathering of the creatures of the night, whether fey, spirit, undead, or anything in between. A celebration of the supernatural, and a place to relax from the scrutiny of mortal eyes.
But as you arrive at your host's mansion, the site of the entertainment, the evening begins to take a dark turn. Guests begin to go missing, and whispers of deviance and thievery spread amongst the party-goers. Will the celebration be disturbed by unseen forces, or will the mystery be solved before the night's end?