The Tower Rises
Everywhere in Ralinwood, all at once, there is silence.
Not just the moments of quiet where the sounds of the forest remain.
This
Is
A
Void
Which
Should
Not Be
And then the sound is deafening.
In the distance, to where the Mage’s Tower was known to be by some, something rises out of the looming dark.
The Tower is not done yet.
It begins to glow. Each stone begins to reflect like glass, with a candle behind it. A massive tower of candles encased in glass, illuminating the night to shadows just dark enough to prevent reading.
If you look at the tower too long, though, it begins to show your reflection.
Everywhere in Ralinwood, all at once, there is silence.
Not just the moments of quiet where the sounds of the forest remain.
This
Is
A
Void
Which
Should
Not Be
And then the sound is deafening.
In the distance, to where the Mage’s Tower was known to be by some, something rises out of the looming dark.
The sound of stone grinding against earth as the tip of the tower spirals into the sky is deafening and leaves no doubt as to the source of the noise.
The Tower stands a hundred feet taller in the sky. It sits amongst the tallest trees. The shape in the dark is unmistakable from the town of Ralinwood. The Tower is not done yet.
It begins to glow. Each stone begins to reflect like glass, with a candle behind it. A massive tower of candles encased in glass, illuminating the night to shadows just dark enough to prevent reading.
If you look at the tower too long, though, it begins to show your reflection.
Unblinkingly.
We see you.
Piece of garbage fire looking Einher.
