Callos_DeTerran
2014-08-10, 12:04 PM
The streets of the City of Thorns have their own character depending on where one finds their path has taken them, but certain hallmarks act as identifiers for the part of town that someone finds themselves in. The looming spires and numerous stony gargoyles that squat on the corners of buildings show the various attendees of Narciso Logario's funeral that they've entered into one of the more well-of districts of the city, Hellhound Hill that sits in the shadow of Thrune Manor, as does the omnipresent black-and-crimson marble that is used to decorate the looming buildings. A wrought iron fence acts as a buffer between the cobblestone street and the modest townhouse that the deceased had lived in, allowing the fancifully dressed men and women to mingle in the small yard in front without getting dust on their silks and satins. Not all who attend are dressed for comfort though, two people in the specialized full plate of the Hellknights prowl the courtyard, a stark contrast to the soft nobility that flutter about them or approach for obviously stilted conversations before seeking conversation with more personable partners.
Inside of Narciso's former home the scene is much the same, though the close hallways and the more private rooms quickly become home to clandestine conversations between ambitious members of the city as opposed the 'friendlier' ones in the larger rooms about rumors and current trends among the who's-who of Egorian. Some of the most prevalent gossip is about the secretive contents of Narciso's will and which members of his estranged family will be the beneficiaries of his amassed fortune.A large painting of Narciso had the courtesy of two bouquets of Egorian black roses set on either side of it while a young woman, presumably a member of his family, stands disdainfully by it to receive the rehearsed condolences of the people who attend. Opposite her is a strongly built man wearing the garb of the Church of Asmodeus who often glances around irately as if wondering if his time in this home has come to an end. A quartet of musicians plays suitably mournful music for the occasion except for when they are discreetly passed a few coins to liven up the atmosphere until propriety compels them to maintain a sorrowful atmosphere. The entire townhouse has quickly become a hotbed of prickly nobility, ambitious merchants, and only a handful of people with an actual interest in keeping the peace. This was the location that four unlikely individuals had been invited to join...
Not as nice as I'd prefer to make this, but I'm typing it as I'm heading out the door. Feel free to invent little details to fill the scene, talk with party guests, or look for information among those assembled.
Inside of Narciso's former home the scene is much the same, though the close hallways and the more private rooms quickly become home to clandestine conversations between ambitious members of the city as opposed the 'friendlier' ones in the larger rooms about rumors and current trends among the who's-who of Egorian. Some of the most prevalent gossip is about the secretive contents of Narciso's will and which members of his estranged family will be the beneficiaries of his amassed fortune.A large painting of Narciso had the courtesy of two bouquets of Egorian black roses set on either side of it while a young woman, presumably a member of his family, stands disdainfully by it to receive the rehearsed condolences of the people who attend. Opposite her is a strongly built man wearing the garb of the Church of Asmodeus who often glances around irately as if wondering if his time in this home has come to an end. A quartet of musicians plays suitably mournful music for the occasion except for when they are discreetly passed a few coins to liven up the atmosphere until propriety compels them to maintain a sorrowful atmosphere. The entire townhouse has quickly become a hotbed of prickly nobility, ambitious merchants, and only a handful of people with an actual interest in keeping the peace. This was the location that four unlikely individuals had been invited to join...
Not as nice as I'd prefer to make this, but I'm typing it as I'm heading out the door. Feel free to invent little details to fill the scene, talk with party guests, or look for information among those assembled.