[PP - F28][ST][RH] Proven Guilty

[Lessa 1]

Raven Hollow
Jail
Midnight

It was the perfect night. A sheet of stars blanketed the black sky, twinkling prettily, their light rivaling that of the thin, crescent moon. The breeze that meandered through the woods was cool, but not unpleasant as it rustled the trees’ crimson leaves. In the distance, a whip-poor-will trilled its familiar three-note melody. It was the sort of night that featured prominently in poetry and love songs. A night teetering on the edge of eternity, where anything was possible, and everything could change for the better.

And none of that mattered within the walls of the Raven Hollow jail. The small, windowless structure allowed its residents no peak at the outside world. Situated right at the town’s heart, it had tortured its prisoners with a nearness to normal life. The sounds of the tolling school bell. Voices raised in prayer from the church. The call of nocturnal song-bird, singing songs of a freedom that the jailhouse’s occupants might never taste again. Their world had been shrunk down to two 6x8 cells, a key ring on a hook, and a wooden table where their jailor occasionally sat. The heavy door that opened and closed with his arrival had allowed them their only breath of fresh air. Maybe it still did so.

Spoiler

<<Storyteller System in Effect - Acting as Storyteller>>
True Level: 110 / True Tier: 11

 

[Reytac 0]

Dust swirled around Reytac's feet as he let the door close behind him, clinging to his feet as he stepped over the threshold. A part of him wondered if he should have tried to keep that door propped open somehow, but he doubted it would have been possible. Something about the heavy thud of the door had been very final, like anything that had tried to prevent it would have been placed in one of the cells for just the attempt. An echoing, perhaps, of the fact that that was the last sound that the people who had been kept here in the past had heard before their lives were stripped away from them, the last time they got to experience the outside world. 

The brunette lifted one arm and covered his face with the crook of his arm as his eyes scanned the room. It looked a bit odd, but it kept the majority of the dust that was stirring at his passage from climbing into his nose and mouth as he tried to breathe, the musty air thick with the scent of the dust, and something else hw couldn't quite place. Rey saw the jailor's table, sitting innocuously by one wall, and made his way over towards it, for now keeping his distance from the aged iron bars that comprised the actual cells. Reytac had come to investigate Ravens Hollow, and he'd picked the jailhouse to serve as the starting point. A place of regret, and literally meant to keep people imprisoned.. 

Now he just had to see if the jailor had kept any kind of notes about what had happened here. Or about the people he'd kept imprisoned. Anything that could serve as a clue as to just what was going on in this town. He would check out the cells last - after making very well sure that the keys worked and could actually open the cell doors. Testing out to see if the walls of a jail were [Immortal Objects] or being trapped in this place was about as low on his list of desires as it could get.