We stand at the doorway, silently watching all within. The room is somewhat unusual, lit only by candles and a great fire roaring in the hearth.The polished wooden floors gleam in the light of the fire, and the bar is empty for the moment. There are tables and chairs in one part of the room, and couches near the fire place. The center of the room is barren, a place for dancing and the occasional fight. The hot tub bubbles and steams in the corner, waiting for some one to enter the relaxing waters and play with the 'gators. Above, the rafters are dark, cool, and inviting. Opposite the door, at which we are standing, there is another entrance. Huge French doors that open out to the garden. In the garden are two large fountains, one containing water, the other, blood. Roses grow everywhere, along with ivy, night jasmine, moon flowers, and other various foliage. The long twisting path leads to the center of the garden,where a gazebo stands, waiting for those who wish a more private conversation. Tonight the moon is full, and the garden glows with an eerie light.
Let us return to the room, and it's occupants. They are considerably more curious than the room itself.They are what Faerie tales and nightmares are made of. At first glance they seem to be normal people, but look a bit closer.You realize that the man approaching the bar is covered from head to toe in thick fur, and the small black cat in the window has just become a lovely young girl. The man sitting on the couch can manipulate the shadows as if they were clay, and his beautiful wife is a Seer. An incredibly handsome bartender appears behind the counter, and the werewolf orders "war whisky". The creature promptly downs the drink, then throwing back his large head, howls loudly. Your attention is drawn back to the rest of the room. An Incubbus waits quietly in the shadows for a victim. In the garden an old hag is washing clothes in the fountain and wailing and crying. Back inside a ravishing young woman and her husband sit on another couch watching their child at play. She sips at her goblet of Blood wyne, and he grins at the antics of their daughter, revealing sharp fangs.You watch the child as she flits around the room, harrassing the others. She is bright green. As she flies near the rafters, you notice a large panther tossing roses to all who enter, and a man below throwing vases at her and laughing. A young man sits upon a throne writing furiously, occasionally reading them aloud to those listening. His talent is amazing, but his words are filled with darkness. You take a moment to listen, and you feel your heart breaking for his complete and utter sadness. As you stand there, tears filling your eyes, a rude young boy shoves us aside. Bursting into he room, spewing forth obscenities, and claiming to be slayer of all the devils who reside in this "hellhole", he is greeted with silence and ignored. Angrily he stalks back out of the room, and disappears into the fog, he will have no fight here. A man rides in from the garden on a magnificent horse. He climbs down, offers the steed an apple, and walks to a table, greeting every one in the room. He lays his weapon on the table in front of him, and pulls out a bottle of the finest whisky that can be obtained. At another table sits an angel, quietly talking to a creature with enormous bat's wings and cloven feet.
