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Mythic Raid Hall of Fame Mythic Keystone Dungeon Leaderboards PvP Leaderboards. The cobwebs are especially thick here, and you have to gingerly bat a few down as you pass.
Bookcases and cardboard boxes make a rat maze of the space, but most of these barriers aren't high enough to block your line of sight.
Along the far walls you can make out a few doors to perhaps closets. There's another stairway by the north wall which must lead up the mansion's small turret.
While carrying the ladder, Helen, Eddie and Maribel accidentally broke a vase and tore a gouge in an oil painting. You sawed a hole in the floor to the Rec Room.
Books See: Books Elvish Map See: Pictures. Spoiler: Attic Tower "We went up the tower in the attic," Maribel says. You emerge into a dusty square room lit by a window on each wall.
A round table, a chair and a bookcase and cabinet give the space a coziness that borders on claustrophobic with the four of you herded inside. Elvish religious text and other books See: Books 'Elvish Scrabble Game,' Elvish Shrine, Elvish 'Tarot Cards,' See: Artifacts.
Spoiler: Roof Deck 'Eddie rubs cobwebs off the window facing the rear of the house. There's even some old iron lawn furniture down there.
The attic must have a pull down ladder or something. Spoiler: The Backyard [From Uncle Grubb's bedroom] 'Sunlight is little more than a suggestion now, but if you shine your flashlight away from the glass you can still make out the weed-choked lawn and the wide, round fountain that takes up its center.
The yard ends at a picket fence long fallen apart amid a flood of knee-high grass. In the woods beyond you can just make out the white gauzy blur of the fog your sisters saw.
To the left lie the garage and tool shed. Now their upturned, puckered faces are bone dry. Only dead leaves fill the Jacuzzi-sized dish below.
A curving stone bench circles the fountain, and nearby slumps a now-rusted sundial. They seemed like wondrous relics from a fairy tale age.
Now they stand forsaken. Under the flare's bright flicker you can't help but think the nude figures squirm on their pedestal.
Their sad metal eyes follow you across the lawn. Spoiler: The Garage In the backyard. It has an Oldsmobile station wagon from the seventies.
It's an ugly piece of shit, like what the Griswolds drove in that Vacation movie, but parked next to it is a real beauty: a Chevy C10 Pickup.
Cherry red, or at least it used to be. Both cars have been left to rot, though, so the tires are shot and the gas and fluids have turned to sludge.
But I bet Roberta could restore it. Cobwebs drape from every corner. Unlike the house, the garage isn't Fog-proof; the light from the two windows is a Vaseline haze.
Old cardboard boxes are crammed along the walls. Wooden crates and paint cans clutter the shelves. An ancient lawnmower squats in the corner like a great motorized toad.
Most of the space is taken up by two dust-shrouded vehicles: a boxy seventies-era station wagon you vaguely recollect, and a sixties Chevy pickup you're sure you've never seen before.
The tires are flat and tattered. Spoiler: Tool Shed ' "And next to the garage is a tool shed," says Maribel. Anaconda-thick roots have undermined its concrete foundation, leaving its plank walls with a ramshackle slant.
The sole window tints the Fog a sickly yellow. Helen flinches from a dangling dead light bulb that taps her hat.
Oak tree. Gnarled, ugly '. Fireflies orbit its top branches like lazy planets. Spoiler: Into the Fog 'Beyond the ruined picket fence, the Fog curdles to opaque white, and you feel as though you peer upon the world's blurred boundary.
The milky void beckons you. Spoiler: Pictures In the study: Photo of the 'Elf Girl,' Aunt Esha 'Perched on the corner of the desk is a framed black and white photograph of a young woman in a dark Victorian dress.
Contrasting all the surreal things you've come across, this is mundanely melancholy. Your memories of this specific get together are so faint as to be almost imaginary, but seeing your family captured in these bygone moments tugs at you.
In one, Aunt Rudy holds a beer in each hand as she chats with Great-Uncle Freddy, who's smoking a cigarette through his Santa beard.
Another shows your grandparents playing cards with your mom and dad; all four have felt antlers clipped to their heads. Your mom's laughing at something, a glass of eggnog held to her lips.
Your throat tightens a little, but you keep sifting through the pictures. You see Uncle Stewart and Aunt Cindy hugging on the back porch. You see your cousins Jeff and Shane sparring with collapsible lightsabers while behind them Uncle Grubb slaves over a stove.
And you come across a photo of a pair of near-identical tow-headed five year olds playing in the mansion's front yard. At that age, you and Helen were distinguishable only by Helen's longer hair.
You both have mud on your clothes and together are conducting a battle between X-Men and Pokemon action figures. A toddler Eddie with blond hair dirtier blond than you and your sister's peddles a big-wheel tricycle in the background.
You smile as you half-remember, and you go on. It's the last picture that gives you pause. It's a family portrait of four generations.
At the top, Great-great uncle Grubb stands beside his brother, your Great-grandfather Fulbert, who in turn stands beside his wife, your Great-grandmother Hilda.
Below them are Great-uncle Freddy and your grandparents, and below them are Uncle Stewart, Aunts Cindy and Rudy, Cousin Richie and your mom and dad.
Being the youngest, you, Helen and Eddie, along with your cousins Jeff, Shane, and Desiree, make up the bottom row. You hunch in the leather chair, the sudden grief stifling you like a gloomy cloud.
You run a finger over the photo, touching each face. Uncle Grubb has his usual distracted, vaguely unhappy gaze, which is juxtaposed by Great-grandpa Fulbert's easy smile.
It's little wonder, really. Great-grandpa Fulbert had the loving family, while Uncle Grubb spent his life alone, apparently constructing a fantasy world around himself.
But other than that, the two brothers look much alike with similar heads of wavy white hair and narrow, Nordic features which gave them a regal bearing in their old age.
Great-grandma Hilda looks like them too, now that you think about it. You lift the picture and squint: No, she really looks like them.
A lot. She has the same long face with the same deep set eyes, aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones. They all three look more alike than you and Helen do.
Was Hilda Grubb and Fulbert's cousin? Or maybe even their. No, that's crazy. It can't be. But the resemblance is uncanny.
Spoiler: Chapter Five 'But in the bottom drawer of the dresser, Eddie finds more black and white pictures. Aside from having a peculiar texture and gloss one usually doesn't find with photographs, these photos are noteworthy in that nearly everyone in them is an elf.
The setting appears to be a sort of 19th century. The architecture and clothes are vaguely Victorian, but salted with an Art Deco look and with a heavy slant toward the Gothic style.
There are plenty of horse-drawn carriages, but one picture shows a primitive-yet-sleek, three-wheeled automobile. Behind a massive tower stands a statue that likely rivals Lady Liberty.
Some smoke cigarettes, others from comically curved pipes. Among the elves are the occasional humans, standing out by both their height and thicker bodies.
The two races mingle as evident equals. It takes you a moment to recognize them because they're so much younger, but Grubb, Fulbert and Hilda are in a few of the pictures, as well as a teenage Esha.
In one, they're toasting at a dinner party; in another, they're crowded in the seat a carriage, mugging for the camera in a way that wouldn't look out of place on a Facebook page.
In one of the larger pictures, slightly water damaged, they're on a high balcony, a foggy city spread behind them. Grubb has an hand around Esha's tiny waist, his other holding the leash of a little pug dog.
In the last photo, Esha is a little older, perhaps twenty or so, and wears a dark double-breasted coat that from the metal stars and crosses pinned below the epaulets you guess is a military uniform.
Her long hair is in a bun, and over it she sports a visor hat with aviator goggles on the bill. Behind her, in the sky above, looms a massive airship bristling with armored turrets.
A word in the 'Elvish' language is painted along its side--the name of the ship, you suppose. The wide, square banner of a two headed dragon flaps from the superstructure.
Esha's smile is slight and proud with an aristocratic glint in her eye. Strapped to one hip is a slightly curved saber, on the other a revolver that looks suspiciously like the one from the wooden chest.
Spoiler: Chapter Six 'Helen shines her flashlight at a wall. The landmasses seem hopelessly cluttered. Maybe more. Black hair-thin lines mark national boundaries.
There must be thousands of countries or provinces. Elvish geography must be a real headache. Spoiler: Artifacts In the study: A stone tablet etched with runes.
A three-eyed ape skull. Has long, jagged fangs Feels like carved rock In the bedroom behind the stairway: Twenty dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt's face Some are in your and Helen's inventory 'It feels real, it looks real.
The green lines are remarkably fine, especially for a 'gag dollar'. The date on the front is, ' Being a history buff, you recognize it as the battleship USS Connecticut , the flagship of the Great White Fleet, a battle fleet commissioned by President Roosevelt to circumnavigate the world.
He must be the father of the famous 's millionaire. The single one hundred you find features Abe Lincoln.
Maribel screams and hides behind you. You poke it with a finger and feel hard metal beneath its frayed button up hobo shirt.
You push; the statue doesn't even wobble. It must weigh several hundred pounds. Some sort of inner light that reacts to bio-electric contact?
You touch it with a finger and decide it might be your imagination. Normally, these red crystal spheres are used to determine whether one was born with a Erbfaktor and its class and level.
However, the stones can also be used to augment the gedankenformen 'thoughtforms' behind 'Platonics' and 'runic semantics'--vital for transversing the Fog.
The stone has shown that Eddie and Maribel have powers. For Eddie: The stone darkens and shines like the brilliant halo of an eclipsed sun.
Eddie can see through the stone For Maribel: A pale blue aura pulses from the heartstone cupped in Maribel's hands. Shines like 'a cyan star' when she holds it over her head.
Your shine your flashlight across the darkness to find a wide round table about twenty feet away. It's tiered with three plateaus, each smaller than the one below, giving the impression of a squat ziggurat.
From the table's center rises a silver pole, and on its tip rests a heartstone glowing dimly like a feeble red sun. Under the dust, the table's wood plateaus are carved with arcane symbols, geometric shapes and spooky little doll faces that under your flashlight seem worryingly lifelike.
Certain areas of the table are smeared with a dark, dried substance that you're afraid to identify. Others are marked off with hexagon grids and cluttered with small runic counters similar to the ones on the board in the attic tower.
The heartstone is attached to the pole by a three-clawed mechanical vice. Dried sap or tar coats its sides. The table's heavier than you would have guessed.
Shaped roughly like a tree, its broad, bulky head rests on a trunk-thick pedestal, with feet jutting from the base as roots. Engraved runes jiggle under flashlights and heartstones.
Carved doll-faces gaze up with pinched concern. Uncle Grubb used the Witchboard to 'align' with Earth The Witchboard has been damaged by shotguns.
Its heartstone glows blue now instead of red. Metal Doors 'On the room's far side, away from you, loom a set of gray, formidable-looking metal doors.
They're reinforced by four heavy crossbars, and a barred gate, like one you'd see outside a bank vault, is closed across them and secured with a massive padlock.
For about a yard around the doors, the wood floor has been stripped away, exposing soil etched with runes. The doors ooze a subtle foreboding that sets you on edge.
The dirt runes in jiggle in your sight, making your head ache. The runes in the dirt jiggle unnervingly. But whatever's on the other side, Uncle Grubb wanted it well lit.
Spoiler: Chapter Ten In the cabinets you find seven dusty boxes of '7. Nicht für Elfen gedacht! Not intended for Elves! Four hold 'normal' shells, and in those you count ninety-three shot and eighty-seven slugs.
The three smaller boxes sport the 'Happy Dwarf' logo. On the first of these, the label shows a faded cartoon of a soldier in fatigues blasting a shotgun into a man in plate-mail.
The spreading pellets penetrate through the enemy's cuirass and exit gorily out his back. The text describes the shells as Schwarze Stilettos, or 'Black Stilettos,' and boasts of the Eirohm Firearm Company's patented armor-penetrating micro-runes.
The box is over half full, containing thirteen shiny black shot shells. The next box has the soldier firing at a dark-skinned man wearing a vaguely 18th century uniform.
The man looks alarmed as his entrails splatter from his belly. These are ' Donnerfauste' 'Thunderfists' and the description brags of the 'rune-activated chemical reaction' engineered to explode inside the target.
Nine brass-colored slugs remain in the box. The last box is the smallest, and plastered on its side is the image of an orange, demonic-looking skull surrounded with wavy yellow lines.
The cartoon shows the soldier grinning with his shotgun, smoke rising from the barrel. In the background burns the melted wreckage of what looks like a World War One tank on steroids.
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