Lord Blackwood
@machenblackwood.bsky.social
Warlock Extraordinaire ~ Dark Shadows
What a most appropriate course of action to bring their ruination by targeting their lineage,” he remarked to the vampire. “Our brief sojourn in this dismal town has already borne fruit, my dear. Shall we toast to our inaugural triumph? I must confess, I feel rather ravenous this evening” 3/3
March 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
What a most appropriate course of action to bring their ruination by targeting their lineage,” he remarked to the vampire. “Our brief sojourn in this dismal town has already borne fruit, my dear. Shall we toast to our inaugural triumph? I must confess, I feel rather ravenous this evening” 3/3
The spectral apparition shattered like a mirror and disappeared into the misty night, but not before having had the opportunity to threaten the two strangers— again, in vain. Blackwood adjusted his jacket lapel and his ascot before retracing his steps. “The fall of the House of Collins. 2/3
March 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
The spectral apparition shattered like a mirror and disappeared into the misty night, but not before having had the opportunity to threaten the two strangers— again, in vain. Blackwood adjusted his jacket lapel and his ascot before retracing his steps. “The fall of the House of Collins. 2/3
The sorcerer listened to those warnings carefully to catch hidden messages in the story being told without giving them any weight. A pompous ectoplasm could do nothing against him. “Something we agree on at last, madame.” The sharp words were followed by a wave of his hand. 1/3
March 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
The sorcerer listened to those warnings carefully to catch hidden messages in the story being told without giving them any weight. A pompous ectoplasm could do nothing against him. “Something we agree on at last, madame.” The sharp words were followed by a wave of his hand. 1/3
The sorcerer was certainly not intimidated by this inveighing phantom—she annoyingly made him miss the voiceless ones. Closing his right hand into a fist, he bound her to the spot. “Peace is but a mere delusion. Speak! Reveal thy connection to the Collinses and this cursed patch of land.” 2/2
March 4, 2025 at 12:23 AM
The sorcerer was certainly not intimidated by this inveighing phantom—she annoyingly made him miss the voiceless ones. Closing his right hand into a fist, he bound her to the spot. “Peace is but a mere delusion. Speak! Reveal thy connection to the Collinses and this cursed patch of land.” 2/2
Lord Blackwood boasted the art of necromancy amongst the many dark powers in his repertoire. Death was his everlasting companion centuries before he had cast his eyes on Nikolai. With a wave of his hand, he entrapped the soul torn from purgatory to give voice to the secrets from the grave. 1/2
March 4, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Lord Blackwood boasted the art of necromancy amongst the many dark powers in his repertoire. Death was his everlasting companion centuries before he had cast his eyes on Nikolai. With a wave of his hand, he entrapped the soul torn from purgatory to give voice to the secrets from the grave. 1/2
“Fortunately, I have traded mine for something more valuable,” he asserted with a grin and retrieved a silver goblet whose contents caught fire with tall, purple flames whilst the sorcerer uttered the summoning words. Spectres cried their sorrows as the waves crashed violently on the rocks below.
February 28, 2025 at 2:03 PM
“Fortunately, I have traded mine for something more valuable,” he asserted with a grin and retrieved a silver goblet whose contents caught fire with tall, purple flames whilst the sorcerer uttered the summoning words. Spectres cried their sorrows as the waves crashed violently on the rocks below.
The desolation of the destined place was a relief to the sorcerer despite thorny brambles grasping at his coat on the walk to the cliff. “Delightfully melancholic,” he noted. He raised his arms and, in doing so, intensified the whirlwind that cried like a banshee. “Great for calling the dead.”
February 19, 2025 at 6:13 PM
The desolation of the destined place was a relief to the sorcerer despite thorny brambles grasping at his coat on the walk to the cliff. “Delightfully melancholic,” he noted. He raised his arms and, in doing so, intensified the whirlwind that cried like a banshee. “Great for calling the dead.”
“Widow’s Hill the locals call it since they can remember. Picturesque, don’t you think? Shall we venture out for a recognisance and meet the Widows.” His question barely concealed an order. Intending to explore the area, Blackwood placed a hand on Nikolai’s arm and announced he would go change. 2/2
February 11, 2025 at 11:48 PM
“Widow’s Hill the locals call it since they can remember. Picturesque, don’t you think? Shall we venture out for a recognisance and meet the Widows.” His question barely concealed an order. Intending to explore the area, Blackwood placed a hand on Nikolai’s arm and announced he would go change. 2/2
The warlock nodded and indicated a bundle of papers written in fine calligraphy. “For a backwater town, Death had a lot on her hands here,” he observed as he recounted his findings and how the town was inextricably tied to the Collins family.“They even have a suicide spot!” he chuckled. 1/2
February 11, 2025 at 11:48 PM
The warlock nodded and indicated a bundle of papers written in fine calligraphy. “For a backwater town, Death had a lot on her hands here,” he observed as he recounted his findings and how the town was inextricably tied to the Collins family.“They even have a suicide spot!” he chuckled. 1/2
As @nikolaivolkov.bsky.social joined him in the parlour, the warlock greeted him and gestured the vampire to take a seat by the fire. “I suppose you slept like the dead in this hideous abode.” He grinned and poured tea in a chipped mug. “I am afraid our hosts were cursed with appalling taste.” 4/4
February 9, 2025 at 12:26 AM
As @nikolaivolkov.bsky.social joined him in the parlour, the warlock greeted him and gestured the vampire to take a seat by the fire. “I suppose you slept like the dead in this hideous abode.” He grinned and poured tea in a chipped mug. “I am afraid our hosts were cursed with appalling taste.” 4/4
it was for those living in the Old Continent. Sitting by the fire with tea on a tray, the warlock waited for his companion to rise before letting him know of his recent inquiries. Nikolai made his part probing the mind of the townsfolk. He probably feasted on them with calculated cruelty. 3/4
February 9, 2025 at 12:26 AM
it was for those living in the Old Continent. Sitting by the fire with tea on a tray, the warlock waited for his companion to rise before letting him know of his recent inquiries. Nikolai made his part probing the mind of the townsfolk. He probably feasted on them with calculated cruelty. 3/4
Despite their isolation, Blackwood’s misanthropy grew exponentially during the limited sojourn. His documentation, however, proved fruitful. Collinsport’s history was singular for being a recent seaferer town — anything in the Americas was infancy for the warlock, probably far more than 2/4
February 9, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Despite their isolation, Blackwood’s misanthropy grew exponentially during the limited sojourn. His documentation, however, proved fruitful. Collinsport’s history was singular for being a recent seaferer town — anything in the Americas was infancy for the warlock, probably far more than 2/4
As well as other creatures. I can sense them. They're restless and… Out of place. No, not place. Time. Whatever it may mean.” Blackwood didn’t take his eyes off his companion, finding him reinvigorated after such a sanguigne feast. He gestured for Nikolai to follow him upstairs. Enough chatting. 2/2
February 6, 2025 at 11:17 PM
As well as other creatures. I can sense them. They're restless and… Out of place. No, not place. Time. Whatever it may mean.” Blackwood didn’t take his eyes off his companion, finding him reinvigorated after such a sanguigne feast. He gestured for Nikolai to follow him upstairs. Enough chatting. 2/2
He glared at that statement, puffing smoke. So far away from the accommodations of the mansions he was used to. And that dreadful smell of seaweed and fish offending his senses. “Better get to work and get this hovel behind us. The history of the town, its unique placement. It drew our targets. 1/2
February 6, 2025 at 11:17 PM
He glared at that statement, puffing smoke. So far away from the accommodations of the mansions he was used to. And that dreadful smell of seaweed and fish offending his senses. “Better get to work and get this hovel behind us. The history of the town, its unique placement. It drew our targets. 1/2
Leaving the luggage in the living room, the warlock headed for the soot-filled fireplace with coals that were still hot, smoking his pipe and waiting for the other to return—his sleeping habits were peculiar when compared to Blackwood’s penchant for luxury he wouldn’t find here. 2/2
February 6, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Leaving the luggage in the living room, the warlock headed for the soot-filled fireplace with coals that were still hot, smoking his pipe and waiting for the other to return—his sleeping habits were peculiar when compared to Blackwood’s penchant for luxury he wouldn’t find here. 2/2
“Not before the right time is appointed, and they are sheepishly led to their fall,” he agreed. The cheap furniture didn’t improve his mood, but he felt they were merely a step away from reaching their goal. Collinsport, a scribble on a map and yet the centre of such metaphysical activity. 1/2
February 6, 2025 at 8:28 AM
“Not before the right time is appointed, and they are sheepishly led to their fall,” he agreed. The cheap furniture didn’t improve his mood, but he felt they were merely a step away from reaching their goal. Collinsport, a scribble on a map and yet the centre of such metaphysical activity. 1/2
“What became of our hosts? It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to feast…” He grinned before adding, “Disposing could be a problem.” He inspected the rooms on the ground floor. An excellent hiding place but an affront to his good taste. “Make yourself comfortable. I shall secure the house.”
February 5, 2025 at 10:25 PM
“What became of our hosts? It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to feast…” He grinned before adding, “Disposing could be a problem.” He inspected the rooms on the ground floor. An excellent hiding place but an affront to his good taste. “Make yourself comfortable. I shall secure the house.”
As a tourist attraction, it left much to be desired, but Blackwood sensed the mystical quality of Collinsport—supernatural forces running wild. Timeless. The house, too cheerful to be called bleak, was secluded enough to ensure the privacy of the two strangers. “This is where the End begins.”
February 5, 2025 at 4:57 PM
As a tourist attraction, it left much to be desired, but Blackwood sensed the mystical quality of Collinsport—supernatural forces running wild. Timeless. The house, too cheerful to be called bleak, was secluded enough to ensure the privacy of the two strangers. “This is where the End begins.”
The left corner of his mouth curled up in a semblance of a smile. The drink assuaging the stay in such a dive, although not as restorative as what slaked his partner. “Generous of them to ensure our occupancy.” That said, he suggested they reach it aboard their means of transport of choice—a hearse.
February 4, 2025 at 11:04 PM
The left corner of his mouth curled up in a semblance of a smile. The drink assuaging the stay in such a dive, although not as restorative as what slaked his partner. “Generous of them to ensure our occupancy.” That said, he suggested they reach it aboard their means of transport of choice—a hearse.
The stranger was unperturbed despite his disdain for the town. Unable to order a fine Merlot from the Languedoc, he settled for a vintage whiskey from the barman. “Make it two. For my friend.” Although after criticizing his attire, Blackwood had half a mind to gouge out his eyes and feed the crows.
February 3, 2025 at 9:49 PM
The stranger was unperturbed despite his disdain for the town. Unable to order a fine Merlot from the Languedoc, he settled for a vintage whiskey from the barman. “Make it two. For my friend.” Although after criticizing his attire, Blackwood had half a mind to gouge out his eyes and feed the crows.
The pub was as one would expect, complete with youngsters dancing at a racket that was sadly for him, not hellish in the slightest. They were both overdressed, but that was true to most places. “Fancy anyone, dearest?” he asked, appreciating his partner's bloodthirsty proclivities. 2/2
January 31, 2025 at 9:12 PM
The pub was as one would expect, complete with youngsters dancing at a racket that was sadly for him, not hellish in the slightest. They were both overdressed, but that was true to most places. “Fancy anyone, dearest?” he asked, appreciating his partner's bloodthirsty proclivities. 2/2
“I can see that, sleeping in crypts,” was the prompt reply as they walked the lonely street lit by scant street lamps. Surely designed to hide the place rather than illuminating it. “Should we consider an accommodation or see if a sip of potent spirit can make this hovel more bearable.” 1/2
January 31, 2025 at 9:12 PM
“I can see that, sleeping in crypts,” was the prompt reply as they walked the lonely street lit by scant street lamps. Surely designed to hide the place rather than illuminating it. “Should we consider an accommodation or see if a sip of potent spirit can make this hovel more bearable.” 1/2
Blackwood nodded, looking around. Decidedly squalid by his aristocratic standards. “I doubt you will struggle probing the minds of this horrible town.” The warlock motioned his companion to the tavern where they could meet the locals. “Albeit not as scary as the horror we shall unleash upon them.”
January 31, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Blackwood nodded, looking around. Decidedly squalid by his aristocratic standards. “I doubt you will struggle probing the minds of this horrible town.” The warlock motioned his companion to the tavern where they could meet the locals. “Albeit not as scary as the horror we shall unleash upon them.”