>SELECTED: The hammer may fall hardest on the Törwatcher Gates, but those citadels are anvils of war well used and well tested in the ages past. But the narrower and less popular passes, one of which Castle Rabe stands at the mouth of, they may not fare so well. Sir Rabe returns home to make preperations there before the Banners are called. [Hearty]========================================
<span class="mu-s">Castle Andrei, year unknown.</span>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBsCV9wwbfg&ab_channel=JeffGrace-Topic - Ardenrise It is your home, Castle Andrei, the stronghold and refuge of your noble house these past 300 years since the Night of Three Sisters. The familiar walls loom before you, but the promise of security and home you used to feel is replaced with... absence.
Snow builds in the courtyard unattended, blocking doorways, windows and thoroughfares. Vines, leafless and ashen black, curl up over steps and walls in the manner of clutching fingers. The roof of the keep has collapsed inward like soft-boiled egg punctured by a finger. You cannot tell if the gaping rift in the curtain wall was caused by a violent collapse under siege, or the result of time and inattention. There are no corpses where invaders would have stormed the breach or scaled the walls, nor are bodies where the defenders would have laid down their lives to repel the attackers present. No bodies, or even bloodstains. But for a son of Romaine, the absence of bodies rarely serves as any meaningful reassurance.
Half of the door to the castle lies cast upon the floor, the interior of the castle open to the elements, the other half swinging on a single hinge in the chilling breeze. It is your home, Castle Andrei, but not as you know it.
Inside is only worse.
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