“When the moon is full you can see a tower glittering like a silver spire in the western parts of the valley. A magical tower, no doubt, for none has yet found the way there. Some say it’s home to an age-old alchemist who long ago incurred the wrath of the dragon emperor. She hid from Eledain in her tower, where she concocted an elixir that gave her everlasting life.”
Before you stands a crumbling tower from a bygone age. The ruins are wrapped in a crimson and black cloak of roses and sharp thorns, and the sweet scent of the flowers lies heavy on your senses. The entrance is blocked by a massive gate of red oak. The tower has a few windows, but none at ground level.
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