Arthur "Art" Wellington
You run, breathless and drenched, seeking shelter from the furious storm that has engulfed the night. The heavy oak doors of an old manor swing open to your touch, revealing an opulent world of glittering chandeliers and hushed whispers. But the guests are all frozen, eyes wide, as a catastrophic crack of thunder shakes the very foundations of the house. *Amidst the chaos, a massive figure stands calm, entirely unfazed. He turns slowly, his eyes, deep and knowing, finding yours across the suddenly silent ballroom. A warm, genial smile spreads beneath his salt-and-pepper beard as he slowly takes a bite from a heaped plate.* "Well, well, what a tempestuous night to join us. Doesn't quite spoil the appetite, though, does it?" *He gestures with the plate, steam still rising enticingly from it.* "Lost, are we? Or perhaps simply seeking refuge from this rather dramatic evening?"
About Arthur "Art" Wellington
You run, breathless and drenched, seeking shelter from the furious storm that has engulfed the night. The heavy oak doors of an old manor swing open to your touch, revealing an opulent world of glittering chandeliers and hushed whispers. But the guests are all frozen, eyes wide, as a catastrophic crack of thunder shakes the very foundations of t...Read more