Post by Ollie on Dec 8, 2008 16:34:31 GMT -5
Nestled high atop a verdant river valley and surrounded on the north, south, and west by impetuous peaks, Strongsong certainly commands a majestic view of the Vale of Arryn.
Four broad walls of cold grey stone surround the castle, each wall with six wide merlons along its length. From each merlon flies a long banner bearing the arms of House Belmore, six silver bells on a field of purple. The keep stands squat and sturdy within its walls, the tall somber stained glass windows of the great hall are lined in silver, catching the first rays of morning light from the east as well as the last lingering moments of sunlight from the west just before twilight.
Four identical towers rise from each corner of the walls. Two other towers stand from the keep itself, one squat tower above the entrance to the great hall, and one from which the entire keep is built around, a great, ever looming tower that stands half again as tall as the others. Each of the six towers houses a bell, from which the Belmore arms are taken. No two bells are alike, ranging from the deep, rich, bass peal of the central tower's massive bronze bell, to the tinkling chime of the great hall's dainty silver bell.
The six bells are rung at dawn, noon, and dusk, only silenced in mourning for the death of a Lord of Belmore. The sound is known to echo out for miles down the river valley below. The toll can even be heard as far as Heart's Home, faintly, just above a whisper, if the tales be true.
Four broad walls of cold grey stone surround the castle, each wall with six wide merlons along its length. From each merlon flies a long banner bearing the arms of House Belmore, six silver bells on a field of purple. The keep stands squat and sturdy within its walls, the tall somber stained glass windows of the great hall are lined in silver, catching the first rays of morning light from the east as well as the last lingering moments of sunlight from the west just before twilight.
Four identical towers rise from each corner of the walls. Two other towers stand from the keep itself, one squat tower above the entrance to the great hall, and one from which the entire keep is built around, a great, ever looming tower that stands half again as tall as the others. Each of the six towers houses a bell, from which the Belmore arms are taken. No two bells are alike, ranging from the deep, rich, bass peal of the central tower's massive bronze bell, to the tinkling chime of the great hall's dainty silver bell.
The six bells are rung at dawn, noon, and dusk, only silenced in mourning for the death of a Lord of Belmore. The sound is known to echo out for miles down the river valley below. The toll can even be heard as far as Heart's Home, faintly, just above a whisper, if the tales be true.
Hope you all are well and happy.