Prisoner to destiny

As time goes by all things change,worlds change,beliefs change. But not here,this time and place has been the same for over 100 years. The castle appears in ruins to a visiting person,crumbling and abandoned. Moss covered stones,empty rooms,but if one times the night right they can see a shift in time. The castle comes to life once more,candles light the windows and forms move to and fro about the corridors. Tonight a lone figure stands on the ramparts as she does every night,her long black gown billowing out around her,her long raven hair caught in the wind. Her deep ebony eyes staring out over the fields of the moors. A lonely vigil for her love long lost in battle all those years ago.

Forever caught in this time freeze she is doomed to roam until the one she waits for returns to her. Returns to her loving embrace,returning and healing her broken heart. Voices drift up to her as the soft voice of her companion all these years comes to stand by her side. "Moira,ye need to come inside. The winds are bitter this night."Came the soft words of her pale haired friend who seemed tiny next to her 5 foot 6 body. Moira MacTavish turned and looked at her dear friend before she let out a cynical laugh.

"Ye are nay serious, Rebecca. After all these years a cold will nae be the death of me. Nothing will." She said sadly as she turned and gave one last look out over the Moors as if searching for someone she knew would not come.Taking her friends arm they entered the Keep and moved towards the bustling hall,many clamored about yet they seemed lost at times. Many here had chosen to remain by their Lady's side during her imprisonment vowing to protect her at all costs.

Moira bid her friend farewell as she went into her room,sitting before the mirrored vanity. her features were unchanged,her spirit had of course aged over the years. Still she knew one day he would return and everything would once more begin to progress as it should,but would he know her or she him when that time came?

(( Need one male to rp her lost love..yet he does not know he is her lost love. Could be a stranger or a Laird from another keep seeking out the mystery of the Old Keep and all its secrets..send me a pm with an opening post and if I like it will go from there.))

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Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell walked down the jetway just getting off the Lufthansa flight from London. The stop over in Frankfurt had been short. And the jump over 'the pond' had given him time to read up on his destination, the Castle Mac Tavis. Now he is at the Glosgow airport with a rented car waiting for him.

He finds his bags and walks to customs. He hands over his passport to the woman. A man and the woman look through his bag. Look over his papers and passes him through. He walks over to the Avis Rent-a-car and gave the clerk his American Express card and his Avis rentacar reservation number. soon he is standing in front of his red Ford Focus. Looking out over the sea of cars.

He opens the trunck and puts his bags in the trunk or the boot as they call it there. He climbs in a finds the GPS he had ordered for the car. He was not sure wher he would be staying so he had no reservation any where. Some times its best to fly by the seat of your pants. And let the chips fall where they may. He figured there would be an inn that he could stay at if the castle itself was not available.

He pulls out of the airport and follows the GPS till he gets to the Minard Castle. He find a couple chaps outside a pub and askes for the Castle Mac Tavish. The two guys look at each other and snicker. "Down the way and turn at the black lantern. Yeah can't miss it." The guy says. He thanks them and drives off. After a while he finds the post with a black lantern that flickers on as he approaches it. He figures it must be a signal that he was expected even though he had given no notice of his arrival. maybe the guys at the pub had called ahaed to give the owner the heads up, a stranger an American was on his way up.

It was starting to get dark so he turns on his head lights. He turns up the dirt road and is soon in a dark forest that seems to close in on him. The road get narrower as he drives deeper in to the forest. Just has he was about to find a place to turn around he breaks out into the open. And in the fading light of the day he can see the castle.

As he drives closer he looks and sees a woman standing on the ramparts,her long black gown billowing out around her,her long raven hair caught in the wind. She is looking out over the moors. Thomas climbs out of the car and calls up to her"Excuse me is this Castle Mac Tavish, my name is Thomas Campbell and I'm here to study the castle, oh and I need a place to stay!"