The weather has been ghastly for the last week or so. Ice, snow and storms have made travelling harder than usual and the old from Bois de Haillot, the village close to Triamore, are hard pressed to remember a winter like this one. Yet, you have been set an exact date, and being late would certainly shed a bad light on you, especially since the invitation was signed by a Tremere maga, an unlikely candidate to take well to incompetence.
But you've finally made it through the village (so much like other villages all across Mythic Europe).
You finally reach the line of trees, and have a look at your new home. Much has been said about the castle that Triamore occupies, but you don't see how a very impressive structure might be so thoroughly hidden behind such a scant stand of oaks and hemlocks. When at last the trail turned into those trees and the gatehouse comes into view.
Here is a true barbican, and to its right a tall white tower of some fineness. One could see immediately that this was a fortification of some might, at least against the temporal threats of lords and their rabbleous armies: the gatehouse
is framed by two stout half-round towers, between which penetrated the vaulted passage of the entryway. It is sturdy enough, with loops and murder holes, and a high slate roof — and yet the trees of the forest grow directly in front
of it; vines cover one flank in unchecked foliage; the sturdy gate is rusted and frozen in place, and the walls that flank it — those that confine the large bailey beyond — sit in broken ruin, revealing a peak of the snow-covered interior courtyard. Just
visible beyond this sight was the keep itself — quite a large structure, to be fair, but built up only to the height of two or three floors. Atop, ancient beams and scaffolds can be seen.
It looks unfinished.
Smoke is rising from the chimneys, but only one lonely grog stands huddled by the gate.
ooc: If you're character is ready to play, please use your first post to characterize them by talking about how they travel, how they feel about arriving at Triamore and how you address the grog. Arrive by one by one, or meet up on the road and ride/fly/walk/... thelast mile (or more) together. The snow gives a good explanation why some people may arrive a little earlier than the others.