You enter into a large hall...you take a few steps into the hall and shut the door....out of the corner of your eye you see a figure coming out of the shadows...in walks a lad seeming to be twenty years of age....his deep teal eyes shine brightly from his well-chiselled tan face....his earthy brown hair, parted in the center, hangs to his shoulders....he stands six feet and two hands high...his muscular legs highlighted by the deep green crushed velvet tights he wears...his loose oatmeal colored shirt hangs to mid-thigh, it sleeves rolled to his elbows, the laces in its front hangs open....heavy black leather braces cover his forearms.......a heavy black strap cuts across his chest making his pectorals more apparent....Ravynfyre, with its diamond and emerald encrusted hilt, sits in the sheath that is slung across his back....upon his feet he wears soft, black leather boots that would rise above his knees if not for the fact that they have been split partially and folded down to just below his knees...as he walks the handle of a dagger can barely be seen on the outside of his left leg barely peeking out from beneath his boot....."Welcome to my home...i am Sir Nicholas Cridhe"....he bows then takes a seat in a chair...with a snap of his fingers a fire lights in the grate of the fireplace..."Have a look around"....he turns and looks into the flames...a glass of wine appears in his hand.......you look at him and he is gone..
As you look the about the hall you come to a lobby where the three wings meet....... East Annex...which leads to the library..friends page..a picture gallery....... North Annex...which leads to my mother's chambers..family page...... West Annex...my chambers..my daughter's chambers......off to the far right..a door leads to the Crypt...which is about the real me..picture galleries..guestbook..email..links..museum......off to the far left..a door leads to the Tower...which is my collection of midi's......to the left of that door...a door leads to the Theater...