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Pronunciation Guide:
Note: if there is a term missing, please simply post asking its pronunciation. I will then add it to this guide.
Le Havre de Grâce - City in Northern France bordering the English Isle.
Lay Hahv Day Grahs
Louis-Pierre Champeaux - Business mogul, great politician, and integral figure of Southeastern France.
Loo-ee Pee-air Sham-POE
L'Morfique - The Champeaux Estate, it is in Cannes and is the largest estate in southern France. It was built in the mid 1600s in the french baroque style (similar to Versailles).
Luh-More-FEEK
Cannes - City encompassing L'Morfique; annexed by France in 1860 from Italy; famous vacation town.
CANS
Nice - County near L'Morfique.
NEESE
Doctor Gillemand - Doctor called for by Mdm Gusteau.
Jhee-MAHN
Madame Marie Ariel Gusteau - Presumed heiress to the Champeaux fortune, she is exaggerative and insane.
Muh-REE Air-ee-el Goos-TOE
Madame Le Kinffe - Person described by Mdm Gusteau to be the first afflicted by the mysterious disease.
Lay KIHNF
Les Faits - The newspaper secretly printed and published by Msr Champeaux, it was written by Lord Callobridge.
Lay Fah-EE
Marseilles - City where Msrs Champeaux and Callobridge first met; it is a large port on the Mediterranean coastline of France.
Mahr-SIE
Jean Marlante - Mysterious man with whom Msr Champeaux was able to protect Les Faits .
Jhohn Mahr-lahnt

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And looking about me as I pondered this mantra, I could not help but wonder at its success. Before me was a massive reception area, three stories high and as wide as the outside courtyard. On either side of the ground floor ran a set of stairs leading to a balcony. In the middle of this, another, wider staircase ascended, leading to a long and regally adorned hallway. Above my head hung a massive chandelier whose radiant light was complimented by a great multitude of similar accoutrement around the chamber. In the antechamber provided by the space beneath the massive landing and walled in on either side by the beautifully sculpted marble staircases with sanguine velvet cascading down their steps there were huge cases replete with marvelous paraphernalia and recondite articles, with great windows made of pulchritudinally designed crystal granting their observation. Two cases sat on either side of a posh incarnadine curtain through whose gap I could make out the mahogany and gilded lining of a door. And though I felt a natural inclination to immediately venture forth and take greater observation of the beautiful glass cases, I resolved to climb yet more stairs -- in this instance at least aided by the handrail -- and investigate the situation from that place of commonship.

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I took from my satchel the pen and paper yet again, but in this particular version of the task I also withdrew a pair of ludicrously white gloves and a small filtration mask, both of which I had brought to accompany me so that I could sanitarily inspect the preserved body and coffin, but the necessity of their usage in this manner was far outweighed by the importance of keeping my already faltering heath at its fullest capacity whilst I further explored the house. I first placed the mask on my head and, to myself, I thought of the deranged Madame Gusteau and deduced, with this in my mind, the irony of the fact that I was now dressed and acting in the part of doctor. I followed this equipment with that of the gloves, shuddering as I heard the cotton fibbers rubbing against each other. All of this I did with no due reconsideration: the idiocy of my decision was fast eluding me, and I set on my way towards the stairs.

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For no particular motive, I reasoned it appropriate to begin my ascent to the upper level — a task in and of itself without proper consideration for the consequences nor goals it entailed — and, with such a conclusion in mind, began the traversion of the beautiful floor. Each intent step my body actioned made through contact of my leather boots a resounding clack that even seconds later reverberated throughout the polished tile floors, and on more than a single occasion my mind deduced from several parallels of sound that it was possible, in such a situation, that the clarity of the sonances which returned to my ears yet several moments post-production may indeed be caused by some other production mechanism. Such a consideration was, however, far beneath the capacity of my then-incapacitated mental faculties; approaching a period of thirty hours without sleep, only further exacerbated by the unfortunate events which strained the greatest mental graces with which I have been blessed, had made such an otherwise pertinent fact of such inconsequentiality that it was merely a subconscious observation and did not to any degree enter the mind already fully occupied by endeavors pursuing an effect-producing rest. Indeed, I was lucky my investigative acumen was coherent enough to encourage the replacement of the pen and paper within the satchel, having in the forefront of my mind no thought of the consequences of free hands when climbing a set of stairs nor the subsequent functionalization of the handrails that graced either side of the ascendment. So, thusly attired in meticulous gloves, horrific face mask, and accoutrement suitable alone for the macabre inspector, I made my way to the carpeted stairs, much desiring a cessation to the ineuphonious reverberations but making no import of their existence.

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The distance was but a few dozen paces, but to my degenerating acuity, it seemed as innumerable before my boot at last rested upon the starting step of the ascension, and it seemed but an infinity more before at last the dissonance arrived at my sentience — in a manner at such odds with pleasure or respect that it was effronterious. As I began to finally accomplish the task of climbing the staircase — a task that my age, dilapidation, and enervation threatened to make arduous — a cacophony was heard emanating from the rubelite curtain beneath the balcony at which lay my goal. To call it such a thing is to call it a mixture of sounds, but it was not; what seeped from that obfuscated area was only one sound, but a mixture of emotions. It was a scream that enveloped more than fear — it defined anxiety, it inthralled pain, and, utterly inconceivable to my senses, it commanded jubilation. It was at once the roar of a daemon, the squeal of a child, and the laughter of an angel; and it was at once the foremost thought of my now balcony-vacant mind. Without a second of rumination of the matter, I found myself descending the few stairs I had to that point succeeded in climbing and walking back across the tiled floor. Legs reiterating protests of fatigue, I struggled to move across the atrium-like vestibule and to the mahogany door which lay behind the cuprous valance. To that end I was successful and, the bellowing screeches having not ceased, I began the operation of manoeuvring through the massive crystal cases, to whose contents I, at this point, was able to administer some modicum of notice. The lavish settings of each archaeological extraction were impeccably defined; the velvet surrounding each piece of antiquity was matched in opulence only by the exquisite items themselves.

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Yet from this majesty I was able to obtain no status of appreciation, for, still at odds with the sonance which persisted from the dungeon, I was maintaining the precipitous course of investigating its source. Instead, I traversed the atrium past these showcases with the intent purpose of parting the incarnadine drapery and gaining access to the room beyond.

22-Aug-2010 22:03:42 - Last edited on 24-May-2011 21:07:06 by Yrolg

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Reaching the curtains, I looked about them for a means of unfastening the rope restraining them, and, failing to locate it immediately, began the process of handling the knot fastened over the entryway’s center. It was designed to appear as the security feature: the knot was to look as the means of fastening the curtains to their permanent stations. But I could discern from close inspection that the knot was merely an adornment obfuscating the padlock within its folds, and, identifying the metal fixture as a vicissitude for the plan I had, to that point, yet not realized I had subscribed to, I began the process of descrying some method of bypassing the meretricious obstacle. When after a few moments I was no closer to a functional door, I took to cogitating the situation. Investigating the surrounding area more dutifully, I was able to perceive within the crystal cases’ wood trimming a series of gilded inscriptions whose contents I held no hope of deciphering. Following the lines, however, I was led to a small inset within the case’s exterior, indubitably constructed to be at first overlooked. Manoeuvring my glove-tipped fingers about the side of the piece, I could not manage to grasp it sufficiently to garner its exposition. Removing my glove, I attempted yet again, this time no more successful than at first; I was, at this point, exasperated. Re-espousing my glove and hand, I deliberated the situation before me yet again, and, after only a few moments’ failure, removed the satchel from my aching shoulder. As I set the bag upon the lower crystal display, I heard one of the fountain pen’s nibs scratched through the fabric and was immediately enheartened by the imagination of potential utilization.

22-Aug-2010 22:03:43 - Last edited on 24-May-2011 21:07:17 by Yrolg

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Taking great care to carefully extract from my bag, for the third time since I had withdrawn myself from the abode at Le Havre de Grâce, the immaculate instrument, I nearly relinquished my hold -- and perturbed myself with an unbecoming ferocity at the thought of the pen’s destruction -- when, of a sudden, the vacillating vociferation emanating from the dungeon aligned at last with petrification, removing at once all of the doubt for Madame Gusteau’s story I had managed to preserve. I was so entirely startled as to the character of this new iteration that I found myself unable to rejoinder it with any semblance of intellectual exercise; instead, I struggled to accomplish even the elementary task of removing the protective covering from the nib, my fumbling hands and newfound interest in hying my activities incapacitating many of my dexterities. This is, of course, not to imply that I had lost the faculty of my extremities* utilization, and I was, after a significant embarrassment, able to remove the cap and begin making leverage out of the platinide point. I inexplicably relocated the valise to near my feet at the base of the showcase, and began the process. As I inserted the ruby-tipped iridium into the crevice between the inset’s door and border, however, I heard seeping through the door but a step away the first comprehensible epithet I had to that point been able to interpret: “Help! Somebody, please, help me.”

22-Aug-2010 22:03:44 - Last edited on 24-May-2011 21:07:27 by Yrolg

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Unconditionally stupefied at such an utteration, I was taceted for some few moments; I was unable to wrest myself from that abode of pontification on the endeictic resonation. Who could be requisiting from the dungeon? Madame Gusteau nigh conviciated me for the idea that there remained a soul within the compound, and I had, with great evidence, supported such a conclusion. And yet there remained that voice, many times over expressed, and at last explicated, which was undeniably present. How could it be that someone remained in the chateaux, and, most important to my vacillating mind, what circumstances could possibly exist to force the poor woman behind that locked door to entreat with such emotion -- or to be trapped behind the door at all? I rejoined my senses only as the cap, which a few seconds before had rendered itself to without my grasp, clattered on the polished floor, I instinctively wrenched the fountain pen out of the inset’s border, and regretting the unavoidable reflex, I studied the nib closely to ensure that it had not deformed itself in the unorthodox utilization and retrieved the cap which had, mercifully, only clattered on the floor to the wall. Meticulously searching it, and finding no mars upon its pulchritude, I looked up at the case only to notice that my unfortunate action had succeeded in freeing the inset’s casing from the border. Throughout all of this, however, I remained in the throes of contemplation over that suprising and disquieting plea.

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This mental process advancing, I directed my sight once again to the inset, trying to judge its contents -- and the success I was having in unfastening the door from its bolted demesne -- with the limited acuity that remained functional in my disappreciated body. I saw, to an anticlimactic disappointment, that the veneer held behind it only the atramentous hue of stygian shadows and emptiness, and, thusly disappointed by the sudden revocation of the method which I had hoped to use as means of entry to the dungeon below, I withdrew myself to evaluation of the my physical and mental statuses. Of the former, I may make no statement on the grounds of stability nor success; what dilapidation had accosted my soma in the edifice’s garden had but furthered its contumelious assault. Yet of the latter, I may make no statement to lasting fortitude: the transpiration of those things which had contributed to the contrusion of events such as had come to pass -- that is to say, the conviciation of my dignity and the discovery of this unnamed wailing woman -- had enforced upon my faculties an almost troglodytic incapacity. And with this realization of my own imminent incompotence, provided the foreseeable lack of rest, I decided that I had no option but to return to the door and deduce some alternative method of employing its movement.

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