Ilych Winter Estate - South of Rhagos
"Fuck." Cal said as he reached up and ran a hand over his face, a loud sigh escaping his throat.
Eyes closed for a moment as he tried to get the image of what he had just seen out of his head. The backpack strapped over just one shoulder somehow feeling heavier as he stood there and simply willed things to be different than reality. A deep breath filled his lungs, and then he slowly opened his eyes as if it would make some sort of difference.
The sight that greeted him was of course no different than before.
He stood on the road that lead to one of the three remaining estates that still belonged to him. This was the the Winter House of his family, a manor that had once been the envy of a dozen other noble merchants. Now? Now it was a dilapidated mansion with a half-collapsed roof and vines growing all over it. The walls had half fallen down and the fields around it were uncut, not to mention the overgrown gardens.
Half of the place looked like it was about to collapse into itself, and the other half looked like the jungle had decided to move in. He wondered if he would have better luck at the Fall Palace or perhaps the Summer Manor, but a voice deep down told him that he would find them in the same state. Cal let out another loud sigh, shifting his pack and trudging forward through the wrought iron gates.
A loud squeal echoed as he pushed them open, not noticing the footprints that were already laid in the dirt path.
"I hope my bed hasn't been taken over by bugs." Cal grumbled quietly as he slowly moved towards the front doors, his head shaking as he cursed the tribunal for their cruelty.
"Fuck." Cal said as he reached up and ran a hand over his face, a loud sigh escaping his throat.
Eyes closed for a moment as he tried to get the image of what he had just seen out of his head. The backpack strapped over just one shoulder somehow feeling heavier as he stood there and simply willed things to be different than reality. A deep breath filled his lungs, and then he slowly opened his eyes as if it would make some sort of difference.
The sight that greeted him was of course no different than before.
He stood on the road that lead to one of the three remaining estates that still belonged to him. This was the the Winter House of his family, a manor that had once been the envy of a dozen other noble merchants. Now? Now it was a dilapidated mansion with a half-collapsed roof and vines growing all over it. The walls had half fallen down and the fields around it were uncut, not to mention the overgrown gardens.
Half of the place looked like it was about to collapse into itself, and the other half looked like the jungle had decided to move in. He wondered if he would have better luck at the Fall Palace or perhaps the Summer Manor, but a voice deep down told him that he would find them in the same state. Cal let out another loud sigh, shifting his pack and trudging forward through the wrought iron gates.
A loud squeal echoed as he pushed them open, not noticing the footprints that were already laid in the dirt path.
"I hope my bed hasn't been taken over by bugs." Cal grumbled quietly as he slowly moved towards the front doors, his head shaking as he cursed the tribunal for their cruelty.