[Alucard’s Horizon has taken to the storms as best it can. His perpetual autumn has been replaced by the heat of highest summer in Wallachia, all blistering sun but without any leaves to offer shade. The brilliant reds, bronze oranges, and golden yellows have turned brown from the temperature, and it all mixes with a howling wind that makes no sense at all. Walking for just a minute or two brings travelers to the central cabin of the domain, whereas normally it takes fifteen minutes to an hour.
He hates it. But Alucard doesn’t hate it enough to leave. He instead sits on the porch of his cabin, the door open to let out what appears to be a rushing stream of water. Within the house is a perpetual thunderstorm with pounding rain. The porch, with the rocking chairs, is the only thing left untouched.
The chair groans gently as he rocks back and forth, looking upwards.]
If you’ve come to assess the situation across the Horizon, I regret to inform you that things are not well here.
HORIZON | OPEN
He hates it. But Alucard doesn’t hate it enough to leave. He instead sits on the porch of his cabin, the door open to let out what appears to be a rushing stream of water. Within the house is a perpetual thunderstorm with pounding rain. The porch, with the rocking chairs, is the only thing left untouched.
The chair groans gently as he rocks back and forth, looking upwards.]
If you’ve come to assess the situation across the Horizon, I regret to inform you that things are not well here.