I've been mulling over some ideas these past few hours as I sit in bed sick and with out much to do. I've got a bunch of ideas and I'm looking for people who might perhaps help solidify these idea and perhaps make a story together.
Now as for my idea I was thinking of a small quaint little town, nothing but a few streets and a few shops run by the locals. A little ways off is a house, a strange looking house, the lore of the house is that a woman lived there long ago. She was the mistress of a rich noble man and stored away for his pleasure in the home with a few servants. He would come and visit her and have his way with her until one day she found herself with child. To her surprise the woman found her noble man pleased and he promised to leave his wife as often as he could to come and visit her. He did come to her, during her nine months, he brought her all kinds of lavish gifts, like the latest fashions and foods. He told her that he expected a son and in her mind she knew, for him she would give him a boy.
The woman knew that her Nobel man loved her more than his wife and she knew that he would leave her for him. After all she loved him. The time for the baby came and she found herself giving birth, delirious with pain she felt the baby leave her and though she screamed she could have sworn there was a second voice adding to the pandemonium. And yet no child was given for her to hold, she asked for her child and when nothing was given to her she screamed for her son. She wanted nothing more than to hold her little baby boy hand have her noble man praise her for the fine boy she had given him.
"I'm sorry ma'am" A servant informed her "Your daughter was still born." It was those words that drove her mad with rage and sorrow. She never saw her noble man again, and sometimes she could hear the child in another room screaming for her mother. Her son.
She knew in her heart that her child lived and when the newspaper arrived on her door step with her noble men and his wife holding a brand new baby boy. Her baby boy. The rage and madness consumed her until she turned to dark magic. She learned spells and curses and forced her rage upon her noble man. Her magic consumed her aging her skin and her hair fell out. Skin rotted and soon she was nothing more than dust and a spirit.
The house was emptied and left alone for years, the town grew around it and the lore and stories about it spread. Telling of the mad old woman that haunts the place, seeking her son. Looking to reclaim what was rightfully hers. The house lay empty filled with her books of spells and curses waiting for someone to find them.
From there I am not sure of what to do. I think I would be interesting if the bloodline maybe came to the town or someone random found the spells and what not.
If your interested in helping me make a story out of this let me know! I am excited to work with everyone!
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