With a loud crack, the ice covering the doors shatters into a million pieces that refracted the little light into a beautiful shower of rainbow flakes around the man holding the staff that created the noise upon contact with the door. Golden eyes watch the display with melancholy filling them, the bronzed face of the man a perfect mask of nothing. Soon those eyes follow as he reaches out and manipulates the latch in a certain way, leading to the massive doors to begin to open up. It was good to see that the blizzard hadn’t destroyed the door mechanism or they would be tunneling into the mansion and that would not be good.
Hoshikata stood with his small party at the front door of the Isaki Manor, the largest clan house in the village. So large that it completely took up two islands with its bulk, a three story, thousand room shell of what it once was. There was no army of servants tending to it now, and the floor inside had been covered with inches of ice, but even under that it was easy to see the place had been looted once the ice came. The tiles, formerly a beautiful display of golden and platinum, had been torn up by scavengers. Anything of any value was gone in the main room, even the drapes. The owner of the house motions to his allies and steps in.
Soon there was a fire cackling in one of the side rooms, one with no walls facing the outside. This was his home then, a gutted carcass of ice and death. And he could feel, hear, all but see the ghosts of his clan clamoring around them. They would not be seen here, for they could not come up here. But once they got into the basement library it would be a different story. He still had things to do, however, before that came. Hoshikata rises, pulling his robes about him and grabbing the large cold weather coat and tossing it on. Even he could feel this cold, it bit so hard that it defied reality.
”I shall return. If you wish to go out I can’t stop you, but be warned that there are spirits and other things that do not belong to this world out there.”
With that, he heads out of the room, out of his house. He had things to do.
Hoshikata stood with his small party at the front door of the Isaki Manor, the largest clan house in the village. So large that it completely took up two islands with its bulk, a three story, thousand room shell of what it once was. There was no army of servants tending to it now, and the floor inside had been covered with inches of ice, but even under that it was easy to see the place had been looted once the ice came. The tiles, formerly a beautiful display of golden and platinum, had been torn up by scavengers. Anything of any value was gone in the main room, even the drapes. The owner of the house motions to his allies and steps in.
Soon there was a fire cackling in one of the side rooms, one with no walls facing the outside. This was his home then, a gutted carcass of ice and death. And he could feel, hear, all but see the ghosts of his clan clamoring around them. They would not be seen here, for they could not come up here. But once they got into the basement library it would be a different story. He still had things to do, however, before that came. Hoshikata rises, pulling his robes about him and grabbing the large cold weather coat and tossing it on. Even he could feel this cold, it bit so hard that it defied reality.
”I shall return. If you wish to go out I can’t stop you, but be warned that there are spirits and other things that do not belong to this world out there.”
With that, he heads out of the room, out of his house. He had things to do.