So let's get some 'technical' stuff out of the way first, yeah?

I made the background; however, DtD created the script I used to display it.

To make the 'rooms' of my cottage, I took the original code from here, and then tweaked it a bit using an edit by Argoyle.

Portraits of characters within my cottage were created in Facemaker.

Picture credits (edits done by me): Spiral Hill, Dark Forest,

If anyone sees anything 'off' about my cottage, or if I missed anything that needs a credit, lemme know!

(For the curious, Upon the Spiral Hill is a reference to Nightmare Before Christmas, easily my favorite movie of all time, however, the spiral hill that I reference is not the one from Nightmare Before Christmas (you'll see why). Also, a note: I *will* be adding more to this cottage, as my rpg character list grows, because the Barrows line -as you will see soon enough,- is a long and winding one.)

A parting note, and reminder to myself: NEVER try to work on this stuff when the kitteh's around. XD

Okay, let's get on with it, shall we?

The hill that stands before you is called Spiral Hill. It is a majestic hill, the site of wonder and might.
You see a lumpy mass atop the hill. Before you can decide for yourself whether or not to approach, the form moves. It turns toward you, revealing itself.
"My name is Rutlett Barrows," a voice calls out, low and husky. "why do you seek the Hill?"
It's a woman, hunched over and covered in a heavy dark cloak. Her dark hair falls long and ragged around her face, which shows not age, but experience. Her eyes are dark and the lids droopy, her lips thin and fixed in a grimmace.
She shakes her head somberly and beckons to you as she stands. "Come along, it will be midnight soon. You'll need a warm place to stay, at least for the night."
She holds a lithe arm ahead of herself as she walks toward you, her lantern swinging back and forth slightly, almost as if she is trying to hypnotize you. As she passes you, she nods. "Come on, then."

"Stay close to me along this path, you don't want to get bushwhacked by some savage soul looking for a fight. And trust me when I say this," she pauses here, bowing her head slightly, "you don't want to mess with the beastly little grunters that live in these woods. Nasty creatures, most of them, and the ones that aren't, likely wouldn't help you if you were dying." Rutlett pulls out a smaller cloak from her own and throws it back to you before continuing on. "This should offer you some protection against the elements and the elementals." And sure enough, a wind catches the cloak, tearing at it fiercely.
The forest is noisy with random animal sounds, creaks and groans, mostly things you would expect to hear in a thick forest late at night. However, there are some noises you can not recognize as being altogether natural, and you can see specters and beasts just beyond the edges of the path. It's taking an awfully long time to travel this path...
"It won't be too long now, see up ahead?" Rutlett points toward a small light at the end of the path .

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