Whispers At The Hotel Persephone

About the adventure

After a long journey by train up the Atlantic Coast, travelers arrive in the quaint little town of Edrys. Well known for the beauty of its coastline and mountainous surroundings, the hamlet nestled at the mouth of the valley is now enshrouded in shadows and mist. A chill, like a breeze ahead of a storm embraces the region. A large and ostentatious hotel sits at the heart of the central plaza in town, and stands tall looking out over the other buildings. Formerly a manor house belonging to the town's founder, now the old colonial manse provides accommodations for those visiting the area. Wrought iron letters set into the frame of the entrance announce it as "The Hotel Persephone" before the doors open to reveal the gilded interior. Oil lamps illuminate the lobby instead of electric bulbs; giving an almost living, breathing effect to the light of the room. In the night, whispers come from the darkness that covers the town in the sun's absence. Words spill forth from the whispering voices, just soft enough to be impossible to comprehend. And when the sun comes up, someone has gone missing.