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Tragedy of Arourielle
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The tragedy of Arourielle tells the tale of a cursed town and what happened to its citizens. Whether caused by a curse, mass hysteria, or coincidence, something happened, and that something caused this town to fall into shamblesANY PARALELLS IN THIS TO REAL LIFE PLACES OR EVENTS ARE FICTIONAL AND UNINTENDED.
THIS STORY IS UNFINISHED AND VERY EARLY IN DEVELOPMENT
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Background Information
The town of Arourielle used to be a quiet place, teeming with love and life.. Until the Arourielle's, who founded the town, started acting strange.They distanced themselves from the town, requesting one of the townsfolk to visit them every year. None of these townsfolk would return.Locals started speculating that the family was up to something sinister, not much else is known now, only that the town is largely empty and the remaining family of Arourielle are few, though there are rumors of the house still being active.
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Auris Arourielle
He searched and searched for a reason, any reason. Just to explain this horrid plague that had found it's way into him.Why? Why him? He had followed their faith perfectly and still got infected, were his endless sacrifices not enough? Was he going to--A thud could be heard outside the basement door. He was running out of time. He had to find a way to escape before they caught him.His legs ached painfully as his lower body seemed to drip like melted crayons, swirling with colors. This couldnt be happening.. He looked around, in a panic, noticing a small window in the basement leading outside.Then the door busted down. The noises of boots echoed down the stairs as they entered the hallway, the glint of a butchers knife reflecting the shallow light of the basement light. His heart raced, this was it, he was going to be killed.
His future assailant sprinted towards him as he scrambled backwards, trapping himself against the wall. The assailant slashed the knife at his as he closed his eyes, waiting for the killing blow. It never came.
He opened his eyes to see the melted crayon texture of his leg twisted up in a tendril, wrapping around and stopping the knife in its tracks.
He took the moment of shock from his assailant to punch them in the face, knocking them offguard and giving him time to escape through the window.He ran, deep into the woods, as far as his deteriorating legs would take him. Away from his house, away from his town. Amidst the crawling trees and gleaming eyes in the dark of the night, he vowed he would never come back.
