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The Tower of the Mists
The young fighter cleaned his weapons of ichor and sticky blood and then re-sheathed them on his back,
their work done. For now. He sat on a nearby rock and tended to his wounds — his neck
was going to hurt for a while given the vicious bite marks from the sharp proboscis of the flying thing,
but the other scrapes and cuts would be fine given a bit of rest.
There were a few puncture marks in his armour, which would need some attention from a good blacksmith, he
grinned to himself, pleased at that at least.
As he stood up ready to move on, for a breif moment the mists parted and a shaft of bright sunlight shone
down from the heavens, illuminating Tradden for a second or two. His dwarven companion raised an
eyebrow — the youngster seemed to be carrying himself a little taller all of a
sudden. Certainly, Tradden felt more and more confident in battle these days, and after this one in
particular he felt stronger, more agile, sharper — and ready for what was to come.
‘Shall we, Master Dwarf?’ he asked, gesturing towards the crumbled tower.
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The Tower of the Mists
Tradden headed off towards the crumbling tower with Khalin close behind. The young fighter was in good
spirits, despite the ominous presence of the crumbling tower in front of them, and whistled a tuneless
tune.
The mists began to thin out a little as they approached the base of the ruin; Khalin noticing that here
and there were wisps of the mist that rose up from the ground in little bursts.
[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 16] - success!
As the dwarf placed his hand over one of the jets he cursed and drew it back quickly. ‘Hot!’
he exclaimed, and then he nodded in understanding.
‘It’s steam, young lad. There must be an earth-fire down there or something,’ exclaimed
the dwarf. ‘I’ve seen a couple in Kel-Morndin.’
Tradden nodded enthusiastically, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ruined tower. ‘C’mon,
then. Let’s take a look inside.’
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The Tower of the Mists
The youth clambered carefully over a few blocks of rubble and entered the south-eastern corner of the
tower. The majority of the walls looked strained, barely keeping the tower erect, but Tradden trusted
that if they had stayed up like this for a while, they should stay standing for a bit longer. The tower
was about thirty feet in diameter, with a stone floor covered in pieces of rubble and old wooden beams.
A stone staircase, following the eastern wall, spiralled upwards to the floor above. Moss and lichen
grew everywhere, and here and there sprouted grasses and weeds as nature attempted to reclaim the land.
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‘Hmm, it’s warm in here,’ muttered Khalin, as he warily moved towards the centre of the
tower. ‘Where did that Valino find the books?’
‘Second floor,’ replied Tradden looking up the stairs. ‘Guess we need to go up?’
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The Tower of the Mists
As Tradden headed slowly towards the stairs, something stirred in the shadows, and before he could react
a huge spider leapt from the darkness!