Wiltholm Estate: Rustic Chateau
Jan 1, 2022 15:04:51 GMT -6
Post by Morgan on Jan 1, 2022 15:04:51 GMT -6
Built somewhere along the rocky outcroppings of the cliffside in the Canyon of Eterra is a grand Chateau. Clinging artistically yet securely to the stone that it has been carefully built within, the architect must have certainly been excellent. Though it has a rustic look about it, with high towers and with a neutral sort of purple-mauve shingling atop the roofs, and stark walls made of gorgeous pale stonework, the outside is only perhaps alluding to the inside with the gothic-style windows, all black-supported and lightly tinted glass colored in a soft purple haze but otherwise quite see-through. On the north side of the building, tenacious vines have managed to find anchor-hold on the stones, providing quite the stark and lovely view of the building being engulfed by a faded green, gold, orange, and red deluge of verdant growth.
Across a large drawbridge of black walnut held together with black iron rivets is a grand arch (covered even itself in a few grasping vines) would be the entrance. The arch itself is made up of an expressively bent piece of the same sort of wood; all slick and burnished. The inside of the mud room is huge, and eventually, the front door can be seen. A lovely double-door of the same wood, with thick cast iron knockers in the shapes of maple leaves. Inside of the castle, one can see the rather gothic-style decor, though perhaps the labyrinthine would confuse far more individuals than just the decor.
A double twisting helix of a staircase, unsupported by anything save for the forces at the bottom and top of the stairs passes by several landings before twisting up into the ceiling to disappear. There is room to fly, in here, and more than enough room for a human visitor to climb the stairs safely. There are many, many rooms, most of which have furniture in coverings under dust like ghosts. The wind ripping through the canyon can sometimes be heard, producing a fine whistle nearly undetectable by human ears, but enough to send most individual's neck hair a-standing.
There is a lovely grand room atop the true highest floor of the grand home; it would seem that the towers were more for looks, and were not at all true towers. In the grand room, there are a great many of fancy things, cultured and artistic in some ways, scientific in others. Quite like a Drawing Room perhaps in some rich person's estate; only with a few great and lovely beds. An unassuming barrel bed sits in one of the tower-shaped corner, in case the human that holidayed here felt like bringing their canine companion along with them. Along the walls, on the separate ends, are two more beds; both more high-tech than to be expected otherwise. One appeared to float, crystalline and with a starry coverlet (on the right side) and one nearly appearing as verdant and grand as the estate itself seemingly perched upon a thin cast iron spire.
What a strange draconic home; lit with actual electrical wiring (pulling from carbon dioxide, heat, and light panels hidden on the estate) and grand sconces of red, orange, gold, or green light varying, all with a stained-glass autumn-leaf motif. Where were the denizens now, however?