Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 17:26:47 GMT -5
With the coronation fast approaching, the city of Bordelaix was a bustle of activity. Orders had been distributed throughout the city proper that it was to be cleaned, repaired and looking proper for the massive influx of guests and courtiers. The true focus of the project was Chateau de Lavande, however. Though the castle of House Deveraux was a lovely spectacle to behold, it still required maintenance and cleaning on a regular basis. The emphasis on the former was even greater, however. The walls were being scrubbed, the mortar was being touched up and the gardens were being tended to.
Another matter was the statues scattered throughout the grounds, particularly the pathway leading toward the castle itself. The statues were various pieces of art, but as one drew closer to the castle gates, they morphed into the kings and leaders of the Deveraux tribes of old. A few of them had been crafted by Linden's former master. It was that master that sent a bird to Lockewood, seeking the assistance of his former student to clean and repair any damage that people and nature alike had inflicted upon them. Linden thus arrived in Bordelaix in advance of his family, complete with his tools and ready to set to work.
True, he would rather be back in his studio in Lockewood. Inspiration had struck him once again, but alas, the statue would have to wait until his return. The work in the city, however, was tedious at best. For the past few weeks, Linden had been working with his former master to clean, repair and otherwise tend to the various pieces of stone art that were to be found. It was now September and they were entering a bit of a time crunch.
Which led to the present situation. The statues situated along the walkway to the castle proper were the last. George, the former master, had gotten tired and opted to retire earlier. Linden, however, opted to remain behind and tend to one of the oldest statues of the lot. The statue in question was of a man that he did not recognize, but it was no doubt some great chieftan of old. There was a chip in his cloak just beside his ribs. Thus, the sculptor had to not only be on the platform, but bent around the large's waist at an awkward angle so that he could work his chisel and file to smooth out the rough edges.
The things he did for art...
@thereseibarra
Another matter was the statues scattered throughout the grounds, particularly the pathway leading toward the castle itself. The statues were various pieces of art, but as one drew closer to the castle gates, they morphed into the kings and leaders of the Deveraux tribes of old. A few of them had been crafted by Linden's former master. It was that master that sent a bird to Lockewood, seeking the assistance of his former student to clean and repair any damage that people and nature alike had inflicted upon them. Linden thus arrived in Bordelaix in advance of his family, complete with his tools and ready to set to work.
True, he would rather be back in his studio in Lockewood. Inspiration had struck him once again, but alas, the statue would have to wait until his return. The work in the city, however, was tedious at best. For the past few weeks, Linden had been working with his former master to clean, repair and otherwise tend to the various pieces of stone art that were to be found. It was now September and they were entering a bit of a time crunch.
Which led to the present situation. The statues situated along the walkway to the castle proper were the last. George, the former master, had gotten tired and opted to retire earlier. Linden, however, opted to remain behind and tend to one of the oldest statues of the lot. The statue in question was of a man that he did not recognize, but it was no doubt some great chieftan of old. There was a chip in his cloak just beside his ribs. Thus, the sculptor had to not only be on the platform, but bent around the large's waist at an awkward angle so that he could work his chisel and file to smooth out the rough edges.
The things he did for art...
@thereseibarra