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The Syltamul Estate Front Gates


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DAETH

Travelling in a stately black, horse-drawn carriage....

[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls from The Music Parlor (The Syltamul Estate: Ground Floor)]

 

The Syltamul Family has a various styles of coaches and carriages available that serve different purposes, from a jaunty cariole carriage for visiting with their neighbors on the Bridgeways, to a luxurious traveling coach, grande gala coupe, and brougham carriage, all used for traveling long distances in style and comfort.   

For short trips into the city where movability on the streets is a consideration and discretion is wanted, an enclosed, sleek black clarence carriage is used.  This medium-sized carriage comfortably seats four vis-a-vis, and is light enough to driven by a two horse team.   When the curtains are drawn it is impossible to see inside, thus providing the utmost privacy. 

 

The stately polished black carriage drew up to the Front Gates to the estate, drawn by two handsome jet black stallions with equally glossy coats and perfectly groomed manes.  Two of the guardsmen on duty stepped out of the guardhouse and double-checked Lord and Lady Syltamul's itinerary with the driver seated up front.  Following behind the carriage on horseback were two of the Syltamul's personal bodyguards and a couple of their assistant who had business in Liathlidor as well.  The guardsmen nodded to the driver and motioned for the gates to be opened, snapping off jaunty salutes as the driver cracked the whip and drove the carriage through the gates. 

 

[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls on a carriage ride To Liathlidor (Grayhaven): The Foreign Quarter ]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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~ Eddellyn Wynterleaf ~

[OOC: From Horse & Carriage Causeway [The Foreign Quarter]]

The journey to the Kingdom Bridgeways passed quickly, faster than Wynterleaf expected though it may have only seemed that way because she felt ill-prepared to enter a party thrown by the nobility of Ufaeria. Her typical method was to sneak into places under the cover of dark, stealthily creeping among the shadows, not to baldly walk through the front door. If she was lucky, she would meet with Travion and then would be left to her own devices, find her stashed belongings and then poke about the estate, hopefully going unnoticed while everyone was busy at the party.

She planned to first seek out the study, where she hoped she could find the wax seal that Vincen had requested for payment, and it would also be a good place to search for any records of the Mystics and their direction. If that yielded no results, her secondary plan was to seek out the private living quarters, even though that could prove riskier. Once the masquerade was in full swing and the hosts busily preoccupied with their guests, there was still the possibility they might return to their rooms to change clothes or even seek out a tryst. Obstacles that she would have to figure out and cross if she came to them.

The carriage slowed and Wynterleaf leaned forward to glance out the window as they passed a small guardhouse and she heard Mac call down to the liveried guard standing outside. The guard responded by waving them through, allowing them entrance without having to fully stop, security perhaps a bit more lenient today with the expected guests to arrive. Leaning back against the seat, she checked her person again, smoothing a hand over her clothing, unable to help herself from tugging at the neckline one last time but quickly stopped as the action proved futile. Her fingers brushed over the only piece of jewelry she wore, the ring tied about her throat with the thin leather band. It was finely crafted and set with a precious stone, clearly valuable, but she realized that it wasn’t quite the elegant look that the other guests would be wearing. Making a quick decision, she broke the tie and stuffed the ring far down inside her right glove, ready to put back on again later.

The only other piece of jewelry she had to her name was the magickal ring she had just purchased with the intent it might help hide her from magickal senses should she need it. Even though her visit to the estate wasn’t as she envisioned and wouldn’t be a secret, it still wouldn’t be a bad idea to wear it inside, there was no guessing at who might be in attendance at the ball. She took the band from a small pouch she had hidden in the folds of her skirt, where Travion’s signet ring was also kept, and despite the effort it had taken her to put it on, she removed her left glove and slid the ring onto her middle finger.

She took a moment to consider the simple golden band and the dull gleam of the ruby set into it but felt no noticeable difference to her aspect. Was it the type of spell a person could even sense on themselves? Wynterleaf was pessimistic that the ring was useful, likely she had wasted precious gold on purchasing the item, but she nonetheless left it on and carefully tugged on the glove and put everything to rights again.

By now the carriage rounded toward the front of the grand estate, though not on the drive the circled the main entrance but instead headed toward the stable yard. This was fine by Wynterleaf, she had not spotted Travion waiting at the entrance so assumed that the elven lord had given Mac specific instructions on where to meet him.

As they moved past the front of the main house, she spied a few masked guests disembarking from their carriages, dressed far more ostentatiously and flamboyantly than herself, their clothing covered with ruffles and feathers, glittering gems winking with their every move. As she studied them, the only thing that gave her pause about their appearance was their masks. It was the one item she herself didn’t have and for a masquerade, it was practically expected; however, Wynterleaf reasoned she was a veritable stranger whom no one would recognize anyway, so the need to hide her identity was fully moot. And if it was a requirement for entrance, no doubt there would be extras on hand should she need one.

Gathering her cloak about her shoulders, Wynterleaf waited as the vehicle rattled to a stop out of sight of the front entrance. She slid forward to open the door herself, just as Mac was there to do it for her. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he caught the action. Stepping back, he held the door open and waved an arm toward the estate.

Welcome to the Syltamul estate, miss. Lord Travion will be here to meet you shortly.

[OOC: to The Syltamul Estate Stables [Estate Grounds - South]]


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Arriving Party Guests

A Veritable Who’s Who of Liathlidor High Society

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By Invite Only…

Any Guests Found Entering Without One Will Be Thrown Out & Contracted by a Court Assassin

 

As the long rays of the afternoon sun began to set and evening expanded in ever-darkening bands of dusky grey, blue, and black, magickal lights automatically began to come to life all across all through the Main Estate and across the Estate Grounds.  Starting from the entrance and leading all the way up to the Front Gate, the soft glow of what almost looked like floating fairy lights lit up the long driveway.  Smaller circles of lights lined each pathway winding through the estates vast grounds.  Finally, in rather grand fashion, the Syltamul Front Gates were decorated with garlands woven with the largest and reddest roses that one has ever seen.  Wrapped along the sides and top of the Front Gate, the center of each rose emitted a soft, twinkling glow, with the elegant Syltamul Crest in the center of the large gate outlined with the same glimmering lights.  As one moves up the long, meandering driveway towards the estate, the Front Gates emit a welcoming almost otherworldly glow.

 

Not long after darkness fully settled, the carriages, coaches, and carts of eager attendees began to arrive.  First single coaches, then in twos, and then by threes, soon there was a long line of carriages and stagecoaches lining the long driveway of the Syltamul Estate, each pulled by immaculately groomed horses that snorted and stamped their hooves on as they waited impatiently to for their turn to pass through the 

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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[ ☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


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