Kard en'i'Caer'ayan Manor
House Caer'ayan, Lesser, one of those not within the Citidel that stretched forth to the heavens themselves within the heart of Ethgan'tor. But that didn't mean it wasn't without influence or location, it simply meant their brightenings in the suns had long passed and were all but a fading House. Broken, shattered through loss and misfortune over the decades, centuries...but once had been Great. Once to the point where they'd contended as being one of the Major Star Houses within the fourth Tier of the Ethgan'torian Atriod.
Located in the South East quater of Ethgan'tor, it was here that Kard en'i'Caer'ayan made refuge before the courtyard that led to other area's of Ethgan'tor. Before the Manor lay a pure white marble fountain, circular in design with a pedistal in the middle, Standing atop this lay two pure white marble figures, Elves - one male, another female - both naked except for a hip wrap, held in a tight embrace and their right arms stretching upwards with their palm facing towards the sky and their wrists touching each other. From this, the water shot upwards before flowing down to rest in the catchment.
House Caer'ayan...impressive? Maybe in another city but for Ethgan'tor it was barely servable for a Esh'lahier House. Three stories high and made from the usual white marble with pink veins, the workmanship was perfect as usual with large open windows placed periodically and balconies, white silk curtains blowing inwards. Impressive? No...but lovely all the same. Before the entrance, the doorway made from polished oak with a rune carved in the doorway - that of the Rising Pheonix with a ruby lodged in it's eyes. On the right side of the doorway was Illian, an atypical Esh'lahier carved entirely in form fitting Elven Steel Platenail with a white silk loincloth about his lips and a silk cloak about his shoulders that snapped at his heels when he walked with golden thread. Within his right hand was a glaive held without much care, though while having a wooden halt with steel reinforcing showed signs of there being Mythril edging along the blade itself.
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