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| Welcome to the Tower! | ||
Welcome to the TowerWalking up a set of spiral steps, you slowly make your way to the top of the tower. For just a moment, you stand and turn in a complete circle, enthralled by the unobstructed view of the forest below. You can't believe that someone was able to build a stone tower that is so . . well . . .open. You find it quite comfortable, in an odd, eclectic sort of way.You wander about, looking at the various objects which clutter the walls and floors. On one shelf, you spy a small box made of birch. Opening it, you find three perfect spheres made of copper, silver and gold. A little to the left of that is a piece of twisted wood, two rings jammed upon it. Curiously, you pick the rings up and examine the bands. One has a set of antlers engraved on the inside, the other a pawprint of some kind. Suddenly, you spot a flicker of movement along the shelf. Whatever it was flashed metallic in the light. Look! There it is again. Perhaps you should lean closer to see what it is. As your eyes follow the line of the shelves, you notice a large cabinet. Propped up inside of the cabinet is a gleaming fauchard. Looking past the fauchard, you almost miss seeing a large, lead flask sitting forgotten in the corner of the cabinet. Sitting beide the cabinet, almost lost in a heap of (hopefully) clean clothing, is a small, wooden box. Moving the box, you discover several small, star shaped pieces of metal. A glint of steel catches your eye. In one corner, you see an ancient blade propped up on it's point. It's a beautiful blade, the hilt fashioned into a rose on one side, a skull on the other. Beside the sword is a large, oak box. You pull aside a well weathered cloak and open the lid to find three more swords nestled in the box, a letter laid across the blades.Moving past the box, you almost trip on another sword which has apparently fallen over from it's place where it had been propped against a chair. As you lift the sword, you find a scarf made of a bright, metallic silver clothe trapped beneath the hilt. For a moment, you are dazzled by several small, golden rainbows as you stand back up. Looking about, you spot the source - an amber amulet which is hanging on the chair. In the seat of said chair is also a small, ornately carved box. Looking father, you can see something that seems just a touch out of place in this magical clutter - a set of perfectly ordinary appearing chisels that have been left on the floor by the chair. Continuing to explore your surroundings, you spy a large, wooden board covered with bits of parchment and cloth. Beside that is an entrance into another room. With the door just slightly ajar, you can see strange flickering light emanating from within. You also think you can hear the sound of hushed voices, or the occasional tinkle of music. Next to the doorway, you notice a small table upon which lies a crossbow made of hardy oak and iron. It looks as someone sat it aside before going into the next room. Curiously, you pull open the drawer in the table to find a jet, black dagger nestled in a fold of deep, red cloth. Gently lifting the dagger, you see four, finely wrought steel bracelets nestled beneath the cloth. Closing the drawers again, you glance beneathe the table legs and spy a brass handpump half hidden beneath some papers. In the center of the room, on a small stand beside a comfortable chair sit two books. One is a small, leather journey book. It looks to have survived many years of travel. In order to read this worn and stained book, you find that you will need to lift a small, mesh bag out of the way. You can see that the second book is old beyond imagining, an artpiece of leather and mahogany bound in iron. You gently lift the cover and find youself staring in awe at a spellbook. Your startled fingers drop the cover back into place as you glance around, wondering if the resident wizard is lurking about. As you recall, most sorcerers do not care for the overly curious. In answer to your unvoiced question, you hear a small cough from beside a bookshelf. You had failed to notice the elven woman standing there, a slight smile curving her lips. With a bow and a flourish, she motions for you to take a seat and make yourself at home. |
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