[ He stretches his arm behind his head, and says - ]
It was grand once. It was built in the Steel Age, not long after the Avvar were driven from Ferelden, so it was one of the first family houses built as a true house instead of as a fortress. Hewn out of stone, set back a ways from the sea. It looked like a hulking hunchback when viewed from the town, scowling and heavy-browed. Three stories tall, with endless cold rooms - an attic filled with true horrors to fascinate a child's imagination. Hacked-off bits of Orlesian chevaliers kept in chests.
[ His smile is wry, but not amused. It seems from his expression that that gruesome detail was an anecdote, not a joke. ]
The ceiling had holes in it that grew year by year. By the time I was a teen, we surrendered the territory to the bats - no desire to go rabid, you see. It was a pity, because it was a fascinating little refuge.
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Date: 2022-11-08 08:55 pm (UTC)[ A grim sort of satisfaction to the sound. ]
The old pile.
[ He stretches his arm behind his head, and says - ]
It was grand once. It was built in the Steel Age, not long after the Avvar were driven from Ferelden, so it was one of the first family houses built as a true house instead of as a fortress. Hewn out of stone, set back a ways from the sea. It looked like a hulking hunchback when viewed from the town, scowling and heavy-browed. Three stories tall, with endless cold rooms - an attic filled with true horrors to fascinate a child's imagination. Hacked-off bits of Orlesian chevaliers kept in chests.
[ His smile is wry, but not amused. It seems from his expression that that gruesome detail was an anecdote, not a joke. ]
The ceiling had holes in it that grew year by year. By the time I was a teen, we surrendered the territory to the bats - no desire to go rabid, you see. It was a pity, because it was a fascinating little refuge.