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The Winter was soon over, the land at
last free of it's grip. Spring flowers
dared to bloom, animals long dormant
began to shake off the long stupor,
limbs stretching with new found life.
But like a dagger stabbed deep into the
earth, a great tower was spotted some
distance from the northernmost village.
Locals and those willing to talk swear
that the tower has long stood since
their grandfathers day. Speculation was
rampant of course, it being the site
of some long lost lordling and the
frequent inhabitants ranged from
Orc warlords to secretive Wizards.
Kidane lounged across a comfortable
couch, papers lay all around her,
as if patrons to her own theater
show. Thoughts mulling over what
her latest reports spoke of.
The Wizard, when asked: "Great
power rules there Mistress,
although present or dead I cannot
tell. Magic is a living force at
times, and I dare not face whatever
horrors stalk it's halls."
And for the free blade: "Stayed clear
of that place. We've roughed it in
many lairs and fell dens, but I
rather face an orc warband then
spend a night in that tower."
It would seem the humans of this land
were content to hide in their walled
cities and pretend the dangers of the
night would leave them be. Pathetic.
But Drow had courage in abundance, and
she was more than eager to understand
the Towers secret mysteries. Power,
tangible power could be hers if half
the rumors were to be true. And if
it required blood, the price was worth
it.
Her attentions quickly returned to the
growing collection of maps before her.
It wasn't much, the villagers were
hardly a worldly people, but they knew
more than her, a fact she despised.
Sighing, she began to plot her latest
actions.
>Establish peaceful contact with the southern cities
>Prepare to conquer the mystery Tower
>Perform a night raid
>Send the bandits to raiding the rivers (Dangerous)
>Commune with the Goddess
>Scout in another direction
