Not many people knew of the small castle hidden away in Thistle Wood. Among the half-dead trees were thorns and spiky underbrush, making it nearly impossible to tread on horse. Due to the eerie noises that resonated from the Forest at night, few dared to go by foot, either. Stories of monsters and terrible beasts that roamed the woods were told to scare children and amuse others, but everyone had a fear, deep down, about the place. However, the castle was rarely mentioned. It was small, more of a mansion than a castle, made of dark stone with a few stain glass windows, almost like a tiny cathedral. It had a gloomy, dark look to it, with stone gargoyles guarding the windows and doors, glaring at any who dared peer at them. Legend had it that the gargoyles came to life under the full moon and killed all who entered the woods. But despite these bone-chilling stories, there was always an underlying whisper that the castle held great treasure. If anyone was so bold as to go try and retrieve it, though, they would never return....alive, that is.
The castle, though only myth among common folk, was something of a great legend among thieves and rogues. They all knew of Thistle Wood Castle, and the legends of gold, jewels, and precious gems. There were even tales of a sorcerer-princess being held captive, waiting for her prince to save her (these legends were for children, and the thieves highly doubted it). Every once in a while, when someone survives a walk through the woods, they return with tale of singing, a beautiful female voice ringing through the trees during the day. These people were deemed mad; no woman in her right mind would go into the woods, much less sing there.
Nevertheless, Thistle Wood Castle was an intriguing place for thieves who wished to try their luck in a mythical heist.
The castle, though only myth among common folk, was something of a great legend among thieves and rogues. They all knew of Thistle Wood Castle, and the legends of gold, jewels, and precious gems. There were even tales of a sorcerer-princess being held captive, waiting for her prince to save her (these legends were for children, and the thieves highly doubted it). Every once in a while, when someone survives a walk through the woods, they return with tale of singing, a beautiful female voice ringing through the trees during the day. These people were deemed mad; no woman in her right mind would go into the woods, much less sing there.
Nevertheless, Thistle Wood Castle was an intriguing place for thieves who wished to try their luck in a mythical heist.
fixing the red and black gloves on his hands Weylin gave a low sigh as the tracked threw the woods. the black jacket he wore flowed behind him as he walked. at his side hing and of shaped black sword. his long black and white hair that hing just past his shoulders was pulled back slightly with a white stand of fabric. Stopping just as he walked out of the woods to see the castle ~ah so it is true~ he thought with a small sly smile. the light coming threw the trees made his silver eyes glow.
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