Ansgar drifted threw the halls of his holdfast moving from one floor to the next as he did so. His fingers gingerly running along the walls of stone. He smiled softly to himself as he emerged into the gardens at the top of the hold, the fountain splashes a calming sound mixed with the birds kept here.
He looked down from so on high the mountain fast, out over the land spread before him. He enjoyed this view above all others and it was good to be alone in these times. He recalled the stories about his families history as clearly as if he was there.
He had read over the book detailing the large sprawling cityscape of riddle port so closely packed and built, that one could run across rooftops for the entire length of it. How the large gambling hall brought wealth and money to those that ruled it including the brothels and large my serious shrine to jax.
His father had been present at the very first council of houses in the grand chamber below the palace in Port Silver. He had watch them all debate and argue over what to do about the threat of the entire world called queen grief. His family had fought many battles against her trying to keep the taint in check and had been present at the final battle.
Angar slowly faded downwards towards the heart tof the keep as he did so footsteps resounding, as he looked at the pair of large outer doors, beset there was a depiction of the final battle itself the entirety of Altera banded together with Queen lemith astride her horse leading the charge. As minions and nether spawn met their charge with spewing cannons and evil vile intent, the large gate was also depicted as a large ship came threw to make the final blow.
His family had a long and interesting life seeing the fall of riddleport to seeing the rise and building of stormhold from tents that only took hold upon it. His family had a long history that stretched back farther then most these days could even recall. Each family member taking up the sword in defense of altera and those they loved after the other. Many had passed on in the midst of doing so or had grown to sad at the state of things and retreated to simpler lives to watch upon with sad eyes.
He smiled as he walked up the stairs slowly entering the newly furnished and built the golf plated floor tiles,accented with beautifully worked sapphire inlaid ones glittered in the light of the glow stone. Accented with quartz he stepped out onto the floor as he danced a bit looking up at the large mirror that reflected the glittering like a thousand stars in its reflection. The sheer wealth of the dance floor was surrounded by a sea of pris marine that set a perfect hue to the whole room.
His feet carried him over to the upraised floor near the ballroom set back into the wall a ways to serve as a musician platform. Many variations of instruments sat there all ready and fresh to use awaiting the musicians to only pick them up and play. He walked over and picked up an violin and plucked a string gingerly smiling softly as he did so,as his fingers plucked a small tune testing the strings each in turn before nodding in satisfaction tucking it under his chin. He picked up the bow of the violin and placed his finger upon it three fore fingers on top, thumb underneath and pinky to balance it.
He curled his right hand underneath the the violin fingers gently placed on the strings making sure that they had reach,as he gnetly placed the bow upon it closing his eyes as he ran the bow over the strings fingers dancing over the strings as he did so. A soft yet sad melody filling the air of the ball room as his body swayed back and forth. His heart was heavy reflected in the very music he played right now,his eyes opening as he walked out and let his feet sway and move carrying him threw the ball room as he played.
He played his heart out at the loss of his father and those that he cared for,wrapping all the sorrow around him like a blanket that none would know of. All of those that he hurt but didnt intend to do so,all the scars and pain that he had dealt. He was only fit to be a burden upon those around him in his life. His words meant to uplift and bring joy seemed to only cut and harm his actions fumbled and without direction.
Tears streamed down his eyes as he played he was an anathema to others that he worked around in life. He was fit to be the lonely lord and that is how it should stay in his life. He stopped cheeks wet with his tears he had entered the banquet hall, a several small fountains in this room were alive. As the spewed forth different flavors of wine as they were tested for functionality.
He looked down into the pool of red wine his scared reflection looking back upon him in its pitiful. The scar ran across his face, half his left ear missing he was a wreck scars born out of hatred towards him and for his stupidity. The sadness only ached deeper touching a small pang of hatred besides it, as he turned and flung the violin against the wall, it shattered and broke.
He swept out of the room as he did so he would not let his family line die or continued to be insulted upon. He had written a pair of letters and sent them and looked forward to their outcomes immensely with relish. His family would be free even if it cost him his life in the days ahead he no longer cared overly much.
He was tired of being talked down to by a small child,and being lied about by a woman he had cared for. Insulted by a lord that didn't care for and was not around and he never saw, he had looked in the books and signed treaties and there was nothing signed official to tie him to them. Only words that were said, and those words only tied his father to them until his death. No one had sought out his oaths since his passing.
He walked up into his fathers no his office now and sat reading over one of the replies and took out ink and quill and began to write back. If others wanted to call him stupid and a idiot and socialy inept he would let them. He was the lonely lord the lord of anathema to those around him, there was only one that brought solace when he was around her and he looked forward to seeing the beauty of a rose soon.
