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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

When I turn to you I find heaven on the ground;

Posted on November 23, 2019 by Brennan O'Connell
all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost

There were many things going through the warlocks mind, that familiar feeling of walking headlong into danger was certainly at the forefront. Danger he has inadvertently caused. Could he not have a single day without incident? This day when he only wished to impress not only Serafina but perhaps that potential friend. Who was he fooling? He was a wily warlock, he had no business with royalty. Especially not with the storm of monsters that seemed hellbent on ridding him what little else he possessed, his very life. It wasn't a common occurrence for those demons to attack in broad daylight and yet, they have been far more aggressive as of late, just how many had slipped through the portal before they closed it, he hardly knew. Coming here was risk, but every damn day of his life had been a risk for him. It was a necessary risk, he had told himself. That book, was like a glimmer of hope in a long dark tunnel of desolation. Yet even before.. He was bad news before why should that ever change? Always had been and always would be he majorly suspected. So, he did what he always did and took care of his own mess. It came to no surprise he would not want to see anyone in that room harm simply because of him. Even Serafina, she didn't need this... she didn't have to. Why should she? She had a life now, a life where he was certain he didn't belong any longer. Brennan.. hoped that he could dispatch of the demon quickly.. the sooner this was over.. the better.

He could do this, he was sure. After all, had he not done this dangerous battle a million times before? The countless brutal and unique demons kept coming and he somehow kept surviving. The same grueling cycle doomed to repeat itself, with no end in sight he could hardly keep those thoughts from clouding his already tainted view. Perhaps one day he would have that peace; that day was not today. A weary hand found that door, it did not shake even though he hardly wished to partake in that battle... his scarred weathered hand hesitating as the cool metal met his fingertips. His other hand gripping tightly to the hilt of his newly forged sword. With a single breath of hesitation that would only be witnessed by a watchful gaze. Fortunately there was none. He opened that solid door, entering into that room where he knew that beast lingered... he could hear it.. hear that strange clicking sound it made, hear the tapping of his sharpened nails colliding with the ground, that cringe worthy crunching sound of it moving amongst the showered glass. He hadn't expected it to be so large... nor the mess it had made. Great. Now he had found a way to ruin Dorian's home. He was sure, this was an act unforgiveable. Perhaps even Serafina would hate him for all but demolishing her chances at impressing royalty.

His mark glowed intensely that blazing electric blue light that seemed even brighter in close proximity to that beast. It was like it should have burned, sizzling against his own flesh in excruciating waves and all it did was light up, as harmless as it was... it was an omen of death. It seemed to pulse at the sight of the beast that seemed intent upon fixating upon Brennan.. Yet somehow.. he seemed to bide its though it was somehow more intelligent than the rest. How was it possible? At the very least it could have been at least slow! An internal groan seemed to seize the irish warlock, his body still aching from a battle days prior seemed remind him of his own mortality. It moved and parried, untiringly with his own movements. How were these creatures getting worse as if somehow evolving? Or was he simply getting tired.

Brennan was waiting for that opening, any opening where that beast just gave him one misstep.. one opening so he could plunge that shadow-steel blade into his chest to deliver all but one killing blow. But every move... every attempt to hit the creature had somehow been blocked.. even if he could get a hit it was shallow at best.

"Come on fella.. you are just playing with me... You want me.. come get your ugly mug over here so we can get this over with." The creature seemed content to watch the warlock as if mocking him, inciting... considering, but always moving. It side stepped from one side to the next as if waiting for his opening.. he was bluffing. The creature was no average brute but calculating his attack. Brennan moved with the imposing creature, not willing to give him an opportunity of vulnerability. That was when he spotted a small sliver of a moment. He charged, blade up and poised for contact.. any contact would do. The scorpion demon seemed ready and moved just out of way but this time, his deadly sharp tail whipped his way. Brennan only give barely enough time to leap over that appendage, given just enough time to strike at it once he was free and clear. It was a shame no one was there to witness such an impressive thing, one he was sure to boast about later if he managed to survive. That satisfying cry that escaped it was hardly of this world, a high-pitched squeak accompanied with a strange clicking sound. Pissy were we? Brennan could not help that smile as he faced his opponent, ready, and willing. This would have gone down better with another, he was sure of it.. but he never had back up.. why would that start now? He would be fine, just as he always was... or at the very least, he would be too dead to care.

"Didn't like that? I have a right mind to..." Those words seemed to drop, solidifying in place when suddenly that door opened. Surprise flit across his features.. someone had come? He hardly expected it and yet for the briefest of moments his attention faltered. That beast swung around, that long tail whipping around again. He should have been ready, hell, he could have been if his attention had not drifted just so. He fell hard on his ass just in time for Serafina to see it. She was not alone either. She had some strange but attractive ghost woman in tow and an Italian man with a sword. Brennan knew they were ghosts and yet they appeared so tangible.. he had seen Serafina work with them before but never anyone so... pretty. Who they were hardly seemed to matter, he was simply glad enough for the help in any form it came in, even if he was far too proud to admit it.

It was interesting how that demon seemed almost attracted to those ghostly entities as though it senses death. Those ghosts seemed to distract that demonic creature just enough for Brennan to rise to his feet. He hardly had a moment to register that it was not just Serafina and her ghostly pets.... But the prince also decided to join, perhaps that concern over his home stirred him to... life. Serafina weaved her magic, that familiar caress of it he could practically see it weave before his eyes. But beyond that, he could feel it. It was not long before the grand piano, that was mostly untouched rose within the air. It was the male ghost.. he could see that foul expression upon his face.His anger could be felt.. That ghostly threw it like it was nothing.. that piano burst into a million or more pieces as it met its mark. Brennan ducked his head as if shielding his eyes from the spray of shards and those final off key notes that were quickly silenced. That poltergeist did not stop there... it wasn't long before anything not bolted down began to rise.. So many of those instruments, priceless instruments began to float off the walls and pelt the beast in fit of rage.. rage that belonged to that italian man with a sword stood at Brennan's side. Those instruments seemed to being doing little more than ticking off the creature more so. The beast screamed in its own fit of rage! "Do you really have to do..." that. Brennan questioned the Italian ghost... being silenced with yet another crashing sound. That creature had enough, it soon lunged toward both the warlock and ghost. He hoped the man's sword could do some kind of damage...That tail once more slicing to knock the warlock off his feet. How.. predictable.

Brennan's shadow steel blade glinted, already coated in a layer of the creatures.. blood. That blood containing a vile sulfur scent. A cello went flying hitting that already wounded tail with that cello. "Now I think.. you just like to make a mess laddy." He uttered as that tail lashed for them. This time Brennan made no move to jump, instead he cleaved his newfound sword, putting complete trust that the magic forged blade could do as it was intended. That tail was sliced in too, using the insects own momentum against him. That sulfur scent intensified as that beast necrotic blood oozed from that open wound.. It splattered his once crisp and clean suit. So much for nice things.

This only seemed to enrage the beast further only instead of going for him as he expected it to, its attention seemed to focus upon Dorian who appeared at the entrance way, probably shocked at the condition of that very room. It seemed to move rapidly, its legs carrying him with distinct east across that room. Could this get any worse? If anything happened to him, the good heated fae who hardly seemed likely to even raise a weapon or harm a fly, he was certain he could not forgive himself. "Dorian.. RUN." Brennan's voice boomed out, yelling over the chaos... There was a moment of abject horror and lack of control in that moment. The wounded creature reared up suddenly reared up, hardly disturbed by its already inflicted wounds, ready to lunge and crush the fae before him... its tail lashed violently too and fro as though that hooked tip still remained. It left a terrible mess too, its slimy insides leaving a trail wherever it ventured. He hoped he was fast enough.. but there was no way to get to him in time.. but it didn't stop Brennan from trying, he simply couldn't just stand idle... he had to try something. If only Dorian could move away just enough to buy him some more time. The bug demon slammed down narrowly missing Dorian by far too close. "You don't really want him you want me.." He called raising that shadow steel blade to plunge into the exposed flesh of his back, to earn his attention and yet failing all the same.

Brennan O'Connell