The gate had been a point of pride for the Yecine estate since well before most of the current family elders were born. Dark-stained, ligneous fibers joined into a solid slab by a Wood cultivator. Gilt at the edges my a Metal artisan and holding a long blade motif down the center. Backed on the other side by a mild steel banding that had been given the reinforcing sigilscript by the best member of the Coiled Serpent Guild at the time.
Designed to withstand the kind of assault that a small group of agitated cultivators above the Primalist level might produce, its surface bore only a few imperceptible markings from those who looked to anger the family - or just test the rumors of its strength. Occasionally, both at once… as it had withstood Yatrel er Goltbred's Earth-coated flesh on many occasions.
