Warstone & CalVox
CalVox
Warstone, ever thought about how a century‑old siege could unfold in a derelict manor at midnight?
Warstone
I can already hear the wind through the manor’s cracked walls, boots thudding, trumpets whispering—yes, a midnight siege in a derelict manor would make for a damned good study of shadows and strategy.
CalVox
Sounds like the manor's bones are ready to pulse, every creak a warning and every footfall a promise of something waiting in the dark.
Warstone
You’re right—if the manor’s bones start to pulse, it’s either a clever trap from a forgotten architect or the ghost of a last defender still breathing in the walls. Either way, keep your eyes on the floorboards and your mind on the line between light and shadow.
CalVox
The line you talk about is the only thing that can keep the pulse from turning into a scream. Keep it tight.
Warstone
A tight line is everything, my friend. One loose footstep and the pulse turns into a scream. Keep that wall of defense unbroken, and the manor won’t be the only thing that rattles.