[ One by one, the mist opens up for one, two, more people, here and there. They may find themselves parted from whomever they were exploring the frozen city of Lumina Cloth with or, if they were lucky, they may arrive with exactly who they were with; it truly seems random, as if certain people were fated to make it through the mist and those people are:
Owen, L3V147H4N, FlameMane, Fai, Swallow, Hector, Brambles, and Mr_Misteaks.
The doors to Telophoroi Tower lay open to them, allowing entrance to the empty @ home given form in the overworld. Footsteps echo against cold metal as they enter. No sign of life, no sign of even the guild's own Grunty, only a new staircase spiraling along the inside wall of the tower, leading up and up and up and up...
Up until it opens out into a massive room at the top of the tower, similarly designed in that alien-like metal and spikes and tubes, but here, the walls differ. They are covered in what look to be containers. They are human-sized, faintly glowing, and most certainly look like they're capable of swinging open but, currently, they remain shut tight. ]
Welcome! Welcome to my humble abode, you, who would be heroes!
[ And, of course, Fidchell. He was perched atop one of the containers but once the players made their way inside, he stood, balanced precariously on it, and stepped off. He does not fall, though. He floats, making a gradual descent to the floor of the wrought metal arena. ]
Here we are, at the very end. Beyond me lies your final obstacle. Are you prepared?
PRE-BATTLE
Owen, L3V147H4N, FlameMane, Fai, Swallow, Hector, Brambles, and Mr_Misteaks.
The doors to Telophoroi Tower lay open to them, allowing entrance to the empty @ home given form in the overworld. Footsteps echo against cold metal as they enter. No sign of life, no sign of even the guild's own Grunty, only a new staircase spiraling along the inside wall of the tower, leading up and up and up and up...
Up until it opens out into a massive room at the top of the tower, similarly designed in that alien-like metal and spikes and tubes, but here, the walls differ. They are covered in what look to be containers. They are human-sized, faintly glowing, and most certainly look like they're capable of swinging open but, currently, they remain shut tight. ]
Welcome! Welcome to my humble abode, you, who would be heroes!
[ And, of course, Fidchell. He was perched atop one of the containers but once the players made their way inside, he stood, balanced precariously on it, and stepped off. He does not fall, though. He floats, making a gradual descent to the floor of the wrought metal arena. ]
Here we are, at the very end. Beyond me lies your final obstacle. Are you prepared?