Werewolves in the Mist
A weary looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. heavy claw markings have stripped the once beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane not a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with the stains of evil omen.
The interior of the mansion is well furnished, yet the fixtures show signs of great wear. -Noticeable oddities are the boarded up windows and the abundant presence of holy symbols in every room.