Welcome to Gaia! ::

Crix had finally returned to the house after some hours in Barton (All the happy people...the bright colors...the lack of industry and metal gonk ) And he kicked in the main doors, a massive black box propped up on one of his shoulders. It was obviously heavy but he held it aloft with ease as he ascended a staircase and stomped towards his room.
"Is all this...really necessary? I cant help thinking your a total idiot for all this."
"Quiet you."
"I mean I've known you for a while...and I just dont see you as the type Crix."
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
"NO YOU!"

The House is Large. And he could feel and underlying heart beat of Magic. Old and new. He finds many doors. Some not opening some revealing peoples bed rooms. A Large old fashion kitchen, a Dinning room.

Unseen little eye's watching him here and there, but leave him alone. Just curious. He soon finds the Entertainment room to be empty at the moment except for the balcony doors are open and a tall thin man was snoozing in a chair. Obviously an outsider, Tana'ri by the feel of him. He had tall dark horns, pale skin these days and a long scorpion like tail. His face partly covered by his hat.

He had an aura of old Power about him. Making the air and shadows buzz near him.

The house had a Gothic feel to it. Mostly wood and Stone. Solid and strong.