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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3716873" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>As Gray and Cold as Stone - Part 1: Arrival at the Villa</strong></p><p></p><p>Their journey to Grand Coryan was as uneventful as such a trip could possibly be, given the countless travelers, merchants, beggars, thieves, thugs, nobles and folk of all descriptions who surged constantly in and out of the city like Yarris’ unceasing tide. Episodes of minor trouble and opportunities for small heroic deeds had both presented themselves from time to time during the trip, but nothing of particular note happened by the time they reached the outskirts of the city late on an autumn afternoon.</p><p></p><p>As always, the roads into Grand Coryan were thronged with people. Farmers and tradesmen on their way into the city jostled with caravans of merchants bound for the far corners of Onara. Quintus and Ilmarė didn’t follow them, however. Instead, they turned onto a road of old but well maintained gray flagstones, which led north around the walls of Grand Coryan. On the hills above, bright in the glow of Illiir’s light, red-tiled roofs emerged from behind walls of smooth white stone.</p><p></p><p>“The villas of Grand Coryan’s wealthy elite,” said Quintus, nodding towards them. </p><p></p><p>They made their way over to a large villa with its gate prominently marked with the symbols of Illiir. It was buzzing with activity. Servants and slaves moved frequently in and out of the gate, bringing in all manner of parcels and goods before heading out empty-handed for more.</p><p></p><p>Two guards, with the balanced stance and watchful eyes of veterans, observed them with unsmiling faces. “Halt,” said one of them.</p><p></p><p>Quintus recognized that tattoo on one of the guard’s arms. “Legion of Radiant Glory,” he said with a smirk. “Great legion.” He cleared his throat. Ilmarė took a step back and waited out the introduction. “I am Quintus Aurelius Ignatius of the Legion of the Triumphant Rays of the Invisible Sun. I have received an invitation from Lady val’Assante.”</p><p></p><p>“Great legion,” said the guard with a nod. “Go on through.”</p><p></p><p>The bustle of activity became more obvious as they passed through the gates into the outer courtyard. One slave was carefully trimming the hedges that line the outer wall while another followed behind him, carefully pick up each cut twig and fallen leaf. Other slaves were polishing the white marble steps and washing the walls of the villa, while still others decorated the lawn and front doorway with brightly colored summer flowers. </p><p></p><p>“To be in full bloom this late in the year, those flowers must have been brought all the way from Altheria,” said Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“A considerable expense,” said Quintus. “It speaks volumes about our hosts.”</p><p></p><p>“Which volume is that?” Ilmarė eyed the servants. “That they’re pretentious boors or prissy nobility?”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps a combination of both,” said Quintus as a fat man with an ill-fitting wig and a powdered face flounced up to them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3716873, member: 3285"] [b]As Gray and Cold as Stone - Part 1: Arrival at the Villa[/b] Their journey to Grand Coryan was as uneventful as such a trip could possibly be, given the countless travelers, merchants, beggars, thieves, thugs, nobles and folk of all descriptions who surged constantly in and out of the city like Yarris’ unceasing tide. Episodes of minor trouble and opportunities for small heroic deeds had both presented themselves from time to time during the trip, but nothing of particular note happened by the time they reached the outskirts of the city late on an autumn afternoon. As always, the roads into Grand Coryan were thronged with people. Farmers and tradesmen on their way into the city jostled with caravans of merchants bound for the far corners of Onara. Quintus and Ilmarė didn’t follow them, however. Instead, they turned onto a road of old but well maintained gray flagstones, which led north around the walls of Grand Coryan. On the hills above, bright in the glow of Illiir’s light, red-tiled roofs emerged from behind walls of smooth white stone. “The villas of Grand Coryan’s wealthy elite,” said Quintus, nodding towards them. They made their way over to a large villa with its gate prominently marked with the symbols of Illiir. It was buzzing with activity. Servants and slaves moved frequently in and out of the gate, bringing in all manner of parcels and goods before heading out empty-handed for more. Two guards, with the balanced stance and watchful eyes of veterans, observed them with unsmiling faces. “Halt,” said one of them. Quintus recognized that tattoo on one of the guard’s arms. “Legion of Radiant Glory,” he said with a smirk. “Great legion.” He cleared his throat. Ilmarė took a step back and waited out the introduction. “I am Quintus Aurelius Ignatius of the Legion of the Triumphant Rays of the Invisible Sun. I have received an invitation from Lady val’Assante.” “Great legion,” said the guard with a nod. “Go on through.” The bustle of activity became more obvious as they passed through the gates into the outer courtyard. One slave was carefully trimming the hedges that line the outer wall while another followed behind him, carefully pick up each cut twig and fallen leaf. Other slaves were polishing the white marble steps and washing the walls of the villa, while still others decorated the lawn and front doorway with brightly colored summer flowers. “To be in full bloom this late in the year, those flowers must have been brought all the way from Altheria,” said Ilmarė. “A considerable expense,” said Quintus. “It speaks volumes about our hosts.” “Which volume is that?” Ilmarė eyed the servants. “That they’re pretentious boors or prissy nobility?” “Perhaps a combination of both,” said Quintus as a fat man with an ill-fitting wig and a powdered face flounced up to them. [/QUOTE]
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