Post by Unknown on Mar 14, 2006 22:12:09 GMT -5
Long ago, before magic spells were used to sense outside predators, towers were stationed around the fortress to house the scouts and guards that did the simple jobs modern magic could now do. This had been long ago. Very long ago.
One such tower still stood, barely, erect in the woods almost a mile from the Shadow Temple. It stood to a height just below the tree line, having crumbled and sunken into the ground over hundreds of years. This tower seemed made entirely of a black stone, with narrow windows spiraling up its sides. A broken and blocked door sat at the bottom, with ancient arcanic carvings on it. Here stood a shadowy figure.
The figure, draped in black robes that seemed so light as to be shadow, had its face hidden in the shadows of its hood and its arms folded in front of it. One hand was hidden inside the sleeves of the robe, the other potruded slightly, holding a wand carved from an ash tree, with an added carving of a snake slithering up it made from weeping willow wood.
The figure unfolded his long and seemingly very thin arms. He dropped his left arm to his side, and held the arm which held his wand in front of him. He tapped the wand on the door and the arcane symbols on the door began to glow with a brilliance unmatched by the surrounding scenery. The tower shook and began to rumble omniously. Its entire frame rose from the ground and floated higher. The vines and moss attached to its sides fell off and snapped away. The tower was rebuilding itself.
The figure stood and watched for a full two minutes after the tower had seemed to stop building itself back up. It stood taller than the trees around it, and at the top was a covered platform for someone to stand upon and gaze out off. The figure reached out a hand and turned the door handle, which was shaped like an infinity symbol. The door slid open easily, and The Unknown One stepped in.
He lowered his hood on entrance, revealing a pale face with blood red eyes and long black hair. Deep bags laid under his eyes, contrasting the starkness of the pale skin with their seemingly inhuman purple color. The Unknown One stepped forward and started to ascend an ancient staircase built with a shining silver. He climed silently until he reached the top of the tower.
The platform was surrounded with a thin and very delicate (But how decievingly so!) rail. The bars connecting it to the platform were a twisted gold. The circular (Perfectly so) rail was silver and smoothe. Unknown stepped to the edge facing the Shadow Temple, and took an ornate horn out of his robe. He put the horn from an ancient land of milk and honey to his lips, and blew a note pure but dark out into the country-side.bg
One such tower still stood, barely, erect in the woods almost a mile from the Shadow Temple. It stood to a height just below the tree line, having crumbled and sunken into the ground over hundreds of years. This tower seemed made entirely of a black stone, with narrow windows spiraling up its sides. A broken and blocked door sat at the bottom, with ancient arcanic carvings on it. Here stood a shadowy figure.
The figure, draped in black robes that seemed so light as to be shadow, had its face hidden in the shadows of its hood and its arms folded in front of it. One hand was hidden inside the sleeves of the robe, the other potruded slightly, holding a wand carved from an ash tree, with an added carving of a snake slithering up it made from weeping willow wood.
The figure unfolded his long and seemingly very thin arms. He dropped his left arm to his side, and held the arm which held his wand in front of him. He tapped the wand on the door and the arcane symbols on the door began to glow with a brilliance unmatched by the surrounding scenery. The tower shook and began to rumble omniously. Its entire frame rose from the ground and floated higher. The vines and moss attached to its sides fell off and snapped away. The tower was rebuilding itself.
The figure stood and watched for a full two minutes after the tower had seemed to stop building itself back up. It stood taller than the trees around it, and at the top was a covered platform for someone to stand upon and gaze out off. The figure reached out a hand and turned the door handle, which was shaped like an infinity symbol. The door slid open easily, and The Unknown One stepped in.
He lowered his hood on entrance, revealing a pale face with blood red eyes and long black hair. Deep bags laid under his eyes, contrasting the starkness of the pale skin with their seemingly inhuman purple color. The Unknown One stepped forward and started to ascend an ancient staircase built with a shining silver. He climed silently until he reached the top of the tower.
The platform was surrounded with a thin and very delicate (But how decievingly so!) rail. The bars connecting it to the platform were a twisted gold. The circular (Perfectly so) rail was silver and smoothe. Unknown stepped to the edge facing the Shadow Temple, and took an ornate horn out of his robe. He put the horn from an ancient land of milk and honey to his lips, and blew a note pure but dark out into the country-side.bg