There are places in New Orleans where time stands still. Where secrets hang in the air like Spanish moss from the trees, and where families have survived for generations on wealth and intrigue. The men are handsome and the women beautiful. Society is still in vogue and magic is more real than the tangible.
Down a few block on St. Charles Avenue sits an old manor house. The Chateau Du Rêves A place of great mystery, beautiful and tragic, haunted by the dreams of the family who has lived there for nearly two hundred years. The grounds of the manor come alive deep in the night, walls of dense flowers leading to the masters garden, a beautiful place of great mystery, full of trees and dense foliage. The garden is also the setting for many nocturnal clandestine meetings.The Convent Christoff Du Rêves borders the estate on one side and the Nuns of the order Christoff are often seen leaving the garden in the first light of morning............
Not far from the Manor House is a vast swamp, where many a person has gone missing, never to be seen again, and which is said to be inhabited by the spirit of Mechant Du Rêves, the great, great, great grandmother of Du Rêves, a Voodoo priestess. People of the City of New Orleans still speak her name in hushed tones...out of reverence, or fear...none can be too sure.
The manor is now resided in by her last know descendant, Bridges Du Rêves, A dark brooding man, highly intelligent and frighteningly handsome.
Many mysterious people have recently been arriving in the town, all asking questions about the mysterious Monsieur Du Rêves , and it has become clear that something is going on.....