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You've ventured into the old, creaking carriage house. Some of you leave a little richer. Some of you never leave again.

In the Stable Master's Bedroom a crusty pair of long johns are discovered, but I wouldn't call that much of a prize.
Everything of potential value in the Smithy has long since corroded and is of no use.
The Grain Storage lays vacant, its content eaten by rats decades ago.

Those searching the Tool Shed find a a large tool chest. The lock on it disintegrates to the touch. Surprisingly, inside is a wealth of gold.
Enough to offer each person 600g! :gold:

In the Workshop you find an exquisitely crafted model ship, a little dusty but in otherwise perfect condition. Inspecting it closer, you see that it is actually a hat. Now why would something like that be here?


There's nothing you wouldn't expect in the Stable Master's Living Quarters. A table, some chairs, a small desk, etc. But in a drawer, you find something seemingly out of place. A delicately made sash. It's embroidered with the letter 'M' and smells vaguely of perfume.


The contents of the Tack Room are really of no use to you, as you have no horse. :P But when you're about to leave, you see something peeking out of one of the saddles. It is an old, faded letter in crude script. It begins, 'I know you will never read this...' but then crumbles in your hand. All that is left is a bitter heart.



Pity those unfortunate few who dared to search the Garage, for you never know who or what is hanging about.

~The Story of Jarvis Fitzpatrick~
Jarvis Fitzpatrick, the butler, holds the record for the least amount of time alive at Marcheford Manor, no more than a week. The previous butler fled, without notice, under the cover of dark. He was unsettled by all the unusual deaths at the house, and harbored a growing distrust for his ex-employer. Alexander Marcheford was furious at the departure. He advertised for a new butler, but by then the house's reputation was well known in town and no one would apply. So the pay was increased to three times the normal amount, but still no man stepped forward... save for one.

It was an uncharacteristic move on Jarvis Fitzpatrick's part, and as time would tell, also an unwise one. Jarvis was a fidgety man, who jumped at shadows. He knew of the strange occurrences at the manor and honestly feared the place. But he also had dreams of opening his own millinery, and starting a business requires money. So pushing aside his better judgement, he accepted the position.

Jarvis, from the very start, didn't fit in well. He moved through the house tentatively. On his second day of the job he wrote a letter to his father, stating that, in his words, 'The mansion is pregnant with dread. I am constantly looking over my shoulder and my heart beats like a frightened rabbit.' ... Jarvis would be found, only days later, hanging in the garage. Some would speculate that it was his nerves that finally did him in. While others wonder if perhaps there wasn't a more sinister hand involved.


Horseshoes may be lucky, but the Stables have proven itself to be unlucky.

~The Story of Horace Bickwell~
Horace Bickwell was humorless man, set with a permanent scowl on his face. But a hard worker nonetheless. He was the manor's stable master and had been for many, many years. Before him, Horace's father was also the stable master. To this fact, he and Alexander Marcheford were the same age and had, as children, been friends. But time and the divide between social classes eventually ended the friendship.

Marcheford regarded his old chum with a certain coldness, and Horace resented him. But if there was anyone capable of melting the stable master's icy demeanor, it was the beautiful Eloise. Some speculate he may have had an unspoken love for her. When she died, he spoke few words and showed little emotion, but his heart was broken. He mourned, but did not know that soon he would follow his mistress. One fateful afternoon, Horace accidentally stumbled from the stable hay loft and impaled himself on a pitchfork, dying a terrible death.