Post by Alicia Winters on Jun 19, 2005 15:51:42 GMT -5
Winters Manor Description
Heading out of Iora and its suburbs leaving behind the noise and clammy air of the city, Northbound in the direction of Treason Forest the large Tyrramian Estate is situated. It takes a fair ride and as it is some miles away from the main Northern route few happen on it that do not specifically intend to do so. The estate had been in the Montier family for as long as anyone cared to know. How it got its name has passed out of knowledge and though it is widely known as Tyrramian House as a second name to the Montier Manor no one has really questioned the name. It had passed to the firstborn of every generation and seen much within its walls through the time of the dealings of its masters. But Adam Montier had decided enough was enough. He had sold up a while ago and the new owner had refurbished the place quite extensively to suite a more Refined Taste. He knew very little of this newcomer to the Realm. It was not difficult to see she was not from here, both by the way she looked and her way to talk. She had a very distinct accent. Not that he minded. She had paid a fair price and he was glad to be rid of it. It was very well kept, as well as the extensive grounds but he was tired of it and had no plan to pass it on to his greedy children.
The estate had a tall brick wall surrounding the full extent of it, topped with cast metal bars; the full height of it was some 12 feet to the tip of the sharp bars. Though only a fool would consider this being all there was to the defences surrounding this estate, the wall was naturally enforced by magic. The wall opened at three points. The Main Gate to the South, the back gate to the Southwest as well as a small gate to the East, though this one was very small and could only be walked through. It was mostly heavily locked and rarely used.
Most of the Southeast part of the grounds was covered in managed woodland, mostly beech trees but also plenty of hazel, Ash and the odd Maple. This woodland had spread to the other side of the wall creating a wilder and less well kept woodland. It was one of the many estate tracks through the Northern part of the beech wood that lead to the small gate.
To the far Northeast were the large stables and grazing fields where many prized horses could be seen training in the large paddocks or just grazing on the large fields and birch bushes. Now though the bustling stables, known to house several famous prize stallions and mares, were quiet and clean, as the Montiers had left. For now it was unclear if the new owner even was interested in horses.
To the North, behind the main Manor house stretched extensive and beautifully kept gardens. Not so much huge lawns and fields as could be seen around the Stables, more wide grass paths and small lawn openings among large lush flowerbeds, trees, shrubs. Some paths were gravelled and lined with large stones and some were lined with slate slabs. Here and there a stream could be heard as it wound through the gardens back and forth, having little falls and flowing under small oak bridges in the paths. In the North Eastern part were a very large pond with weeping willows, Elderflower and silver birch trees hanging low over the water. It narrowed slightly where one path came up to it and a beautiful wooden bridge grossed it. Ducks often kept to the cool shade in the water by the poles underneath. The South Western parts of the gardens were more intimate and private. There is a small outdoor pool there, hidden among palm trees and Rhododendrons intermingled with camomile and honeysuckle. Following the path from it towards the house took you to the large veranda at the back overlooking the gardens, though far from all of it could be seen from there.
To the west and bordering on to the gardens were the orchards. They are not as large as they once were but still several species of apple and black cherries flower there in early summer sweetening the air and showering it with white and pink petals. Part of the orchards was the large beds where almost every kind of greens, vegetable, fruit, herb and berry was grown. Beyond the orchards and stretching down to the Southeast parts of the manor were kept parklands, or The Wild as it was called. There were little clusters of large and very old trees, fields and the stream ran through it. A lovely place for a ride.
As much as the new owner seemed to alter the Mansion itself, at least on the inside, the grounds were left largely as they were and the road leading up to the House was still lined with tall smooth-barked beech trees stretching high towards the skies.
As it stood now, the new owner having recently approved the refurbishments through moving in, it was largely the same from the outside. Three storys, dark brick with large white sashed Georgian-style windows spaced evenly. A limestone step leads up to the main door. A double door of heavy oak and cast iron but it was oddly light to open should it be unlocked. The roof was dark grey slate and the first floor over the entrance had a balcony set in the same limestone as the stairs below. Further balconies were around the sides and on the wings as well as the back. The second floor was under the large sloped roof and the windows set in it were smaller than the others.
Inside… well… no one has been invited inside yet. But the sign at the big cast iron front gate no longer says 'Montier'.
The now white and elegant letters quite clearly states 'Winters Manor' and it almost looks as if it always did. Though the letters T and H are still present in the cast iron decoration on the main gate.
The front door is always closed. It is solid and without windows in it. As you pull it open it makes hardly any sound. The heavy door gliding easily on the well-greased cast iron hinges. The hall inside is quite large with the Main Staircase straight ahead. It is in varnished Dark Oak, very wide and with simple but elegant banisters running along it and a pale golden-cream carpet running up its centre a few feet short of the full width of the stairs so it shows the dark wood of the steps undernieth. At each side of the lowest step stands two large pots with exotic looking plants that aren't found on this plane. The floor is polished marble in shifting shades of grey. Most of it is covered by a rather large heavily decorated carpet in dark rich colours. The walls in the hall are in soft light colour somewhere in between white and gold and they seem even softer in the warm light of the little wall lamps. There are a few closed doors on each side just as you come inside that opens up to extensive wardrobes for outdoor wear and shoes. Along the walls there is the odd painting of old Lanscapes, they look quite British in style to the trained eye. Perhaps along the lines of Turner.
The rest of the downstairs part of the mansion follow a similar colour; light walls and dark wooden floors while the furnishings are in dark and lush materials.
[That will have to be it for now. I will describe more later, but I think you get the idea.
I'll put in piccys when I find ones that fit.]
Heading out of Iora and its suburbs leaving behind the noise and clammy air of the city, Northbound in the direction of Treason Forest the large Tyrramian Estate is situated. It takes a fair ride and as it is some miles away from the main Northern route few happen on it that do not specifically intend to do so. The estate had been in the Montier family for as long as anyone cared to know. How it got its name has passed out of knowledge and though it is widely known as Tyrramian House as a second name to the Montier Manor no one has really questioned the name. It had passed to the firstborn of every generation and seen much within its walls through the time of the dealings of its masters. But Adam Montier had decided enough was enough. He had sold up a while ago and the new owner had refurbished the place quite extensively to suite a more Refined Taste. He knew very little of this newcomer to the Realm. It was not difficult to see she was not from here, both by the way she looked and her way to talk. She had a very distinct accent. Not that he minded. She had paid a fair price and he was glad to be rid of it. It was very well kept, as well as the extensive grounds but he was tired of it and had no plan to pass it on to his greedy children.
The estate had a tall brick wall surrounding the full extent of it, topped with cast metal bars; the full height of it was some 12 feet to the tip of the sharp bars. Though only a fool would consider this being all there was to the defences surrounding this estate, the wall was naturally enforced by magic. The wall opened at three points. The Main Gate to the South, the back gate to the Southwest as well as a small gate to the East, though this one was very small and could only be walked through. It was mostly heavily locked and rarely used.
Most of the Southeast part of the grounds was covered in managed woodland, mostly beech trees but also plenty of hazel, Ash and the odd Maple. This woodland had spread to the other side of the wall creating a wilder and less well kept woodland. It was one of the many estate tracks through the Northern part of the beech wood that lead to the small gate.
To the far Northeast were the large stables and grazing fields where many prized horses could be seen training in the large paddocks or just grazing on the large fields and birch bushes. Now though the bustling stables, known to house several famous prize stallions and mares, were quiet and clean, as the Montiers had left. For now it was unclear if the new owner even was interested in horses.
To the North, behind the main Manor house stretched extensive and beautifully kept gardens. Not so much huge lawns and fields as could be seen around the Stables, more wide grass paths and small lawn openings among large lush flowerbeds, trees, shrubs. Some paths were gravelled and lined with large stones and some were lined with slate slabs. Here and there a stream could be heard as it wound through the gardens back and forth, having little falls and flowing under small oak bridges in the paths. In the North Eastern part were a very large pond with weeping willows, Elderflower and silver birch trees hanging low over the water. It narrowed slightly where one path came up to it and a beautiful wooden bridge grossed it. Ducks often kept to the cool shade in the water by the poles underneath. The South Western parts of the gardens were more intimate and private. There is a small outdoor pool there, hidden among palm trees and Rhododendrons intermingled with camomile and honeysuckle. Following the path from it towards the house took you to the large veranda at the back overlooking the gardens, though far from all of it could be seen from there.
To the west and bordering on to the gardens were the orchards. They are not as large as they once were but still several species of apple and black cherries flower there in early summer sweetening the air and showering it with white and pink petals. Part of the orchards was the large beds where almost every kind of greens, vegetable, fruit, herb and berry was grown. Beyond the orchards and stretching down to the Southeast parts of the manor were kept parklands, or The Wild as it was called. There were little clusters of large and very old trees, fields and the stream ran through it. A lovely place for a ride.
As much as the new owner seemed to alter the Mansion itself, at least on the inside, the grounds were left largely as they were and the road leading up to the House was still lined with tall smooth-barked beech trees stretching high towards the skies.
As it stood now, the new owner having recently approved the refurbishments through moving in, it was largely the same from the outside. Three storys, dark brick with large white sashed Georgian-style windows spaced evenly. A limestone step leads up to the main door. A double door of heavy oak and cast iron but it was oddly light to open should it be unlocked. The roof was dark grey slate and the first floor over the entrance had a balcony set in the same limestone as the stairs below. Further balconies were around the sides and on the wings as well as the back. The second floor was under the large sloped roof and the windows set in it were smaller than the others.
Inside… well… no one has been invited inside yet. But the sign at the big cast iron front gate no longer says 'Montier'.
The now white and elegant letters quite clearly states 'Winters Manor' and it almost looks as if it always did. Though the letters T and H are still present in the cast iron decoration on the main gate.
The front door is always closed. It is solid and without windows in it. As you pull it open it makes hardly any sound. The heavy door gliding easily on the well-greased cast iron hinges. The hall inside is quite large with the Main Staircase straight ahead. It is in varnished Dark Oak, very wide and with simple but elegant banisters running along it and a pale golden-cream carpet running up its centre a few feet short of the full width of the stairs so it shows the dark wood of the steps undernieth. At each side of the lowest step stands two large pots with exotic looking plants that aren't found on this plane. The floor is polished marble in shifting shades of grey. Most of it is covered by a rather large heavily decorated carpet in dark rich colours. The walls in the hall are in soft light colour somewhere in between white and gold and they seem even softer in the warm light of the little wall lamps. There are a few closed doors on each side just as you come inside that opens up to extensive wardrobes for outdoor wear and shoes. Along the walls there is the odd painting of old Lanscapes, they look quite British in style to the trained eye. Perhaps along the lines of Turner.
The rest of the downstairs part of the mansion follow a similar colour; light walls and dark wooden floors while the furnishings are in dark and lush materials.
[That will have to be it for now. I will describe more later, but I think you get the idea.
I'll put in piccys when I find ones that fit.]