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Nestled in the upscale neighborhood of Bloomridge, Seskergates is a notorious manor whose lavish origins mask a dark and convoluted history. Once belonging to the affluent Sesker merchant family, the estate gained infamy after the family’s final scion perished within under unexplained—and unresolved—circumstances. Following years of neglect, the estate was purchased by Imbralym Skoond, a cunning mage from Athkatla, whose fascination with its rumored smuggler-built architecture led him to claim it as both residence and arcane laboratory. A schemer of no small ambition, Skoond parlayed his talents into a position of quiet influence as a mage-for-hire to the Council of Four, leveraging his role to accumulate secrets and power alike. Whispers persist of hidden vaults, eldritch experiments, and long-forgotten passageways winding through the manor's bones.
Seskergates looms above the cobbled streets of Bloomridge like a faded jewel, its spired rooflines and ornamental stonework coated in grime and neglect. Once a spectacle of merchant wealth, the mansion now exudes a subtle menace—shuttered windows framed by crumbling lintels, rusting wrought-iron balconies wrapped in ivy like coiled serpents. The grounds are ringed by a leaning fence and overgrown hedges, behind which the scent of alchemical reagents wafts faintly on the wind. At night, strange lights flicker behind curtained windows, and eerie sounds—scraping, murmuring, even distant laughter—escape the structure’s walls. To passersby, it feels like the house watches in silence, its secrets tucked behind false walls and long-forgotten doors.