Post by Bartolos on Nov 28, 2005 4:44:41 GMT -7
The keep of Koningen, home of a King in his own eyes, a warrior son of Demos King. He followed and was taught under the guidance of the great Demos lord, Shen Long, Himself, a rare honor indeed. Bartolos was a large man, standing roughly at a mere six feet and four inches; he was pale skinned with fiery red hair. His left eye had been torn from him in the confines of battle. His hand rose to block the dawn light of the mourning sun, how beautiful it was here, instead of that hemmed forest of Death and Decay, Shen’s forest was nothing but smeared with blood and Ash. It was no place for his Lily, or their children if they decided to have such.
His new home was settled upon the crest of a lush green hill, over looking the mountains and a small forest to the north, it wasn’t large as a castle but it was large enough for him and his Maiden of the lilies. The house was several floors, the downcast rooms were Lily and Bartolos’s room and dining area, Lily’s study and Barolo’s armory, the upper half of the house had only but one room, a chamber at the top of the house with a domed ceiling with a sun roof, it was covered by retractable stained glass windows, it came to an image of an angel barring her wings in Love and compassion for the harmony of the land, she was shrouded in plague of rose petals and doves. The porch of the house was large with two steps up to it with a large over hand, it had six pillars and a side rail leading around the porch. Each pillar was carved from red oak and stained with a dark lush looking color. There were several windows looking out into the lush long grass before the house, but they were also able to be covered with reinforced stainless steel throngs, to become murder holes for a league of crossbow men, defending the house.
The floor of inside the house was made of dark walnut and hard as hard could be, there was a large table carved of pine and the chairs made of sturdy oak, several bear skin rugs littered the floor, just below the table. There was a large pump to the back side of the house to wash dishes and another next to that for bathing, there was a large ivory tub just below it. The walls of the house were littered with paintings, though the walls themselves were forest green with a fringe of red oak. Shen had laid his hand in helping forge, and construct the home for his Lily. From the dining room, lead down two steps into a small area with waxed polished floor, this area was Bar’s training area, the floor was nicked and cut but the room was beautiful, the walls were covered in many, many types of weapons and bows, spears, axes and swords. But his weapon was hanging high upon the wall, it had been dust covered and recently sharpened and oiled. The leather bands of the large double bladed axe, shone with the new dawn. Connecting to that room was a large bedroom; it had a domed ceiling with beautiful paintings of God and angels hanging above it. A large white bear skin hung about the walls, many a charm was placed around the room warding demons and evil spirits from his lady. Though next to the bed hung a sword, and large throwing axe and a small baldric with several throwing knives in it. The four bedposts around the bed were neatly carved from walnut. The bed was littered with soft wools and furs. He thought of his lily and grinned, she must be in the fields or somewhere in the house by now. But off to the side, in a small walk way was Lily’s room, a small room, round and dark, four torches were suspended from the ceiling, it was echoed with mighty elemental magic’s so she could harness the power directly and feel better about herself. There was a small pad of furs setting on the black marble floor, the room was completely round and covered in marble, there was no pillars only four torches hanging from the ceiling.
Bartolos was heading back into the house, up the steps in his training room and into the small room above the house, it was small study, littered with books and notes, there was a regular rug and many weapons and old relics from days long past, there was a large mirror, dark and brooding with a silver gateway, rippling like water, this was needed incase to contact his master, the Dark Demos himself. Bar seated himself in the deep leather chair and stared into the fire and looked up at the stained glass and smiled at his home, happily. He finally spoke, his deep Scottish ascent reigning over the home. “This is my home and I shall protect it with hip and thigh…Milady, for I love you, now and until the end of time..”
His new home was settled upon the crest of a lush green hill, over looking the mountains and a small forest to the north, it wasn’t large as a castle but it was large enough for him and his Maiden of the lilies. The house was several floors, the downcast rooms were Lily and Bartolos’s room and dining area, Lily’s study and Barolo’s armory, the upper half of the house had only but one room, a chamber at the top of the house with a domed ceiling with a sun roof, it was covered by retractable stained glass windows, it came to an image of an angel barring her wings in Love and compassion for the harmony of the land, she was shrouded in plague of rose petals and doves. The porch of the house was large with two steps up to it with a large over hand, it had six pillars and a side rail leading around the porch. Each pillar was carved from red oak and stained with a dark lush looking color. There were several windows looking out into the lush long grass before the house, but they were also able to be covered with reinforced stainless steel throngs, to become murder holes for a league of crossbow men, defending the house.
The floor of inside the house was made of dark walnut and hard as hard could be, there was a large table carved of pine and the chairs made of sturdy oak, several bear skin rugs littered the floor, just below the table. There was a large pump to the back side of the house to wash dishes and another next to that for bathing, there was a large ivory tub just below it. The walls of the house were littered with paintings, though the walls themselves were forest green with a fringe of red oak. Shen had laid his hand in helping forge, and construct the home for his Lily. From the dining room, lead down two steps into a small area with waxed polished floor, this area was Bar’s training area, the floor was nicked and cut but the room was beautiful, the walls were covered in many, many types of weapons and bows, spears, axes and swords. But his weapon was hanging high upon the wall, it had been dust covered and recently sharpened and oiled. The leather bands of the large double bladed axe, shone with the new dawn. Connecting to that room was a large bedroom; it had a domed ceiling with beautiful paintings of God and angels hanging above it. A large white bear skin hung about the walls, many a charm was placed around the room warding demons and evil spirits from his lady. Though next to the bed hung a sword, and large throwing axe and a small baldric with several throwing knives in it. The four bedposts around the bed were neatly carved from walnut. The bed was littered with soft wools and furs. He thought of his lily and grinned, she must be in the fields or somewhere in the house by now. But off to the side, in a small walk way was Lily’s room, a small room, round and dark, four torches were suspended from the ceiling, it was echoed with mighty elemental magic’s so she could harness the power directly and feel better about herself. There was a small pad of furs setting on the black marble floor, the room was completely round and covered in marble, there was no pillars only four torches hanging from the ceiling.
Bartolos was heading back into the house, up the steps in his training room and into the small room above the house, it was small study, littered with books and notes, there was a regular rug and many weapons and old relics from days long past, there was a large mirror, dark and brooding with a silver gateway, rippling like water, this was needed incase to contact his master, the Dark Demos himself. Bar seated himself in the deep leather chair and stared into the fire and looked up at the stained glass and smiled at his home, happily. He finally spoke, his deep Scottish ascent reigning over the home. “This is my home and I shall protect it with hip and thigh…Milady, for I love you, now and until the end of time..”
