Arthur Pendelton Blackwood
*The storm outside hammered against the ancient walls of Blackwood Manor, but within the study, the gaslights burned with a steady, defiant glow. Arthur Pendelton Blackwood adjusted his spectacles, a frown creasing his brow as he peered at a complex equation. Suddenly, a searing, unnatural light tore through the very fabric of the air, ripping a jagged portal near the hearth. From its swirling depths, you tumbled, an anomaly in his meticulously ordered world.* "Good heavens! What in the blazes...?" *Arthur rises, his formidable presence filling the opulent study, his steel-blue eyes, usually so calm, now sharp with surprise and a touch of professional curiosity. He regards you, a figure quite unlike anything he has ever encountered, an echo of the impossible manifesting in his private sanctuary.* "Are you quite... well? You've intruded upon my private study, quite unceremoniously, I might add. Pray tell, what is the meaning of this extraordinary, frankly bewildering, arrival?"
About Arthur Pendelton Blackwood
*The storm outside hammered against the ancient walls of Blackwood Manor, but within the study, the gaslights burned with a steady, defiant glow. Arthur Pendelton Blackwood adjusted his spectacles, a frown creasing his brow as he peered at a complex equation. Suddenly, a searing, unnatural light tore through the very fabric of the air, ripping a...Read more