The manor house wasn't one of those confiscated. It had been abandoned. It had survived years upon years of neglect, but it had still been stately. With it's Gray stone rising up amidst the over grown trees of the forest that surrounded it. The family that had owned it had long passed into Cisroe history and the old castle had fallen to ruin, until discovered by Myrialla and Fiona.
Neither had wanted the Urevan manor, the place holding the old energies of its previous owner and none comfortable. Instead that had been converted into a public hall with offices for the Captain of the guards, councilmen and judges, with one wing transformed into barracks to house the town guards and visiting troops. It was better suited due to its location for such a new station after all.
Instead, the ladies had begun a renovation of the old structure. At one time it had been a castle. That was apparent. For it was located in a rather strategic location. Set high on a hill above the town with sheer walls lining the road up towards it. In the recovery an old moat had been discovered, covered over with dirt from ages past.
Painstaking landscaping was created, the moat returned and allowing a few well-placed waterfalls to cascade from its high location. The road, overgrown and rutted was repaved; the building brought back to life under the hands of those that took pride in their craft.
80 acres of well defendable land was cleared and restored. Gardens brought back to life under the guidance of Myrialla. Even the crystal clear lake, was refurbished with the underground spring once more refreshing it's shimmer.
From the dungeons and labyrinth below to the barracks and even the attic spaces had not been spared in this refurbishing. What had made it even more unique and appealing was the design of the old structure. Curious as it was, the wings of the old castle spread out into an eight-pointed star. One wing dedicated to the housing of Lucius's military leaders, and their various offices including the lords. Another set of halls set aside for the servants. Any guests would be assigned to one that held nearly a dozen well appointed rooms.
Family such as Fiona's brother and mother would have a wing of their own, with extra rooms for closer friends to also rest. Daniel, Cieara, Kaely and Tasha had their own wing as well. One that actually had a door that led down towards the stables. Each had its purpose for another was turned into a training area and another into the slave quarters.
Another wing, facing out over the gardens with a view of the lake and the shadow of the mountains beyond it was where Fiona and Luc's rooms were located, with Myri's own suite at the other end. Only one wing remained, but for now it would serve well as extra storage. It nearly rivaled Gharnholm in size with all the underground chambers, but was not nearly as unique in design.
It had cost a small fortune to return the old tumble back to its former glory but Fiona gladly paid it. It was close enough to town and still isolated to some degree. Easily defended against any that might seek harm to her family as well. Of course one of the first things done once the work was under way was to lay down the wards. The stone set within the vast gardens and looking more like a decoration then what it truly was.
Keeping to the theme, the rooms were decorated to match the time frame for when it was built. Of course with many of the more modern amenities including running water fed by the hot springs located below. The old coat of arms had been lost but a new one took its place upon the old gates and above the arches leading over the bridge. The DeAuster crest now resided there.
The old throne room had been transformed into a ballroom for it was certainly large enough. Even now the newly hired servants scurried about, preparing for the coming event. The mosaic floors made of marble and shimmering stone now gleamed with polish and care. The walls of pale oak waxed and warm. The old dais remained but now new chairs replaced the old. Comfortable and elegant in style, and large enough to suit even Luc's heavier frame.
By most social standards it was a small estate, but at one time, it had been the defender of the region. A past that made its rebirth a symbol to the town it loomed over. Its old name was Coldmoor Castle. The new name would be something else. Something befitting it's new owners. Welcome to Shadow Falls Manor.
Neither had wanted the Urevan manor, the place holding the old energies of its previous owner and none comfortable. Instead that had been converted into a public hall with offices for the Captain of the guards, councilmen and judges, with one wing transformed into barracks to house the town guards and visiting troops. It was better suited due to its location for such a new station after all.
Instead, the ladies had begun a renovation of the old structure. At one time it had been a castle. That was apparent. For it was located in a rather strategic location. Set high on a hill above the town with sheer walls lining the road up towards it. In the recovery an old moat had been discovered, covered over with dirt from ages past.
Painstaking landscaping was created, the moat returned and allowing a few well-placed waterfalls to cascade from its high location. The road, overgrown and rutted was repaved; the building brought back to life under the hands of those that took pride in their craft.
80 acres of well defendable land was cleared and restored. Gardens brought back to life under the guidance of Myrialla. Even the crystal clear lake, was refurbished with the underground spring once more refreshing it's shimmer.
From the dungeons and labyrinth below to the barracks and even the attic spaces had not been spared in this refurbishing. What had made it even more unique and appealing was the design of the old structure. Curious as it was, the wings of the old castle spread out into an eight-pointed star. One wing dedicated to the housing of Lucius's military leaders, and their various offices including the lords. Another set of halls set aside for the servants. Any guests would be assigned to one that held nearly a dozen well appointed rooms.
Family such as Fiona's brother and mother would have a wing of their own, with extra rooms for closer friends to also rest. Daniel, Cieara, Kaely and Tasha had their own wing as well. One that actually had a door that led down towards the stables. Each had its purpose for another was turned into a training area and another into the slave quarters.
Another wing, facing out over the gardens with a view of the lake and the shadow of the mountains beyond it was where Fiona and Luc's rooms were located, with Myri's own suite at the other end. Only one wing remained, but for now it would serve well as extra storage. It nearly rivaled Gharnholm in size with all the underground chambers, but was not nearly as unique in design.
It had cost a small fortune to return the old tumble back to its former glory but Fiona gladly paid it. It was close enough to town and still isolated to some degree. Easily defended against any that might seek harm to her family as well. Of course one of the first things done once the work was under way was to lay down the wards. The stone set within the vast gardens and looking more like a decoration then what it truly was.
Keeping to the theme, the rooms were decorated to match the time frame for when it was built. Of course with many of the more modern amenities including running water fed by the hot springs located below. The old coat of arms had been lost but a new one took its place upon the old gates and above the arches leading over the bridge. The DeAuster crest now resided there.
The old throne room had been transformed into a ballroom for it was certainly large enough. Even now the newly hired servants scurried about, preparing for the coming event. The mosaic floors made of marble and shimmering stone now gleamed with polish and care. The walls of pale oak waxed and warm. The old dais remained but now new chairs replaced the old. Comfortable and elegant in style, and large enough to suit even Luc's heavier frame.
By most social standards it was a small estate, but at one time, it had been the defender of the region. A past that made its rebirth a symbol to the town it loomed over. Its old name was Coldmoor Castle. The new name would be something else. Something befitting it's new owners. Welcome to Shadow Falls Manor.