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MATT: They all pull their weapons away, looking
disappointed.
LIAM: We are good?
MATT: “Open the gate.” The guard who was eating
earlier, puts the shortbow over the shoulder,
still looking wary, and they’re not moving from
where they’re standing. They’re all keeping a very
close eye on all five of you. Opens the gate
(clicking) (creaking). The metallic gate swings
open, and you’re all brought into the courtyard.
As you’re begin to follow the first guard you
spoke with, they all slowly coalesce behind you,
still keeping their weapons at the side, but ready
if need be. As you’re led to the interior chamber
of this estate, the Estate Sybaritic. As soon as
you enter the main foyer, the earthy smell of the
forest gives way to the lingering scent of a
recent meal. As if the cooked meats and starches
that were eaten maybe an hour or two beforehand
still permeate the air of this entryway. You see
before you a staircase that continues upward, red
carpeted, before switching back to a second floor.
In that center landing you can see a very open
window that looks down to possibly a backyard of
some kind, but currently the view is of the
darkened leaves and bits of sunlight that break
through. It seems like something that was built
for a beautiful view, not understanding until it
was completed that it didn’t really catch much of
a view amongst this forest, like the original
builder had brought sensibilities from outside to
bring them in, and it was not compatible with this
landscape. There, you see to the left and right of
you art pieces that depict people. You can see
individuals of different backgrounds, and you see
one that appears to be of pure elven blood with
brown hair, difficult to make out the gender, but
beautiful and standing very robust with a chin out
and a wily grin. Oils, very well done. To the left
of you, you can see the other portrait appears to
be a woman with a very well made dress with these
large, almost puffs at the shoulders. It seems
almost trying too hard to be aristocratic.
It’s garish, but here you are. A moment
later the door closes behind you, and you’re still
being flanked by this bevy of guards. You hear the
heavy footsteps coming down the staircase. Turning
the corner, you see a figure now, framed in what
little of the light is coming through that window
behind them. (footfalls) Stepping down you see a
woman, dark-gray skin and ankle-length, black hair
that is smooth and straight that falls behind her.
You see bony crests of horns that curve up into
these two large points behind the head and bright
yellow eyes that are pupil-less. A grin that shows
two fanged canines. As she descends you can see
her attire is very formal, colonial style coat
with epaulets, but it seems to be tailored to not
hide her figure. She already exudes an air of
powerful aggression and presence. With each step
that she takes down there, you can sense her
immediately reading and seeing in and through each
of you. Quietly she takes the last step to the
landing here in the foyer. (German accent) “You
bring tidings from The Gentleman, you say.”
LIAM: That is correct, ja.