A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

 #32150  by Algernon Stagg
Algernon did not like the idea of this. He had had to put his plans to go traveling on hold once again due to the hustle and bustle of the papers, and soon enough, Hallows Eve had arrived. Somehow, he had ended up on the invitee list to a seance conducted by a fairly famous medium of the city. And despite being begged to join them at the table, he had been too afraid to contribute.

Instead, he stood to the side, holding a candelabra, evidently shaking. The wax had barely began to melt before he was already feeling feint, skin pale from the anxiousness of it all. He shook his head, turning away as guests began to seat themselves.

"I-I cannot understand how someone can bring themselves to speak among the dead - and willingly so." He spoke to himself, trying to take a breath.