In the Tower of Mists

It seems like an age since he set out from Harkenwolde forest. Traveling with the Fallcrest Five has almost become second nature to the ranger Quorbin, as if they were his comrades to begin with and not his brothers’. Where they were now, along a dark corridor in Vecnas tower, Quorbin regard his compatriots one by one. Yshven, though stoic and at times gruff has proven himself quite dependable in a fix and trustworthy with the finances. Kurgan, despite his quick dragonborn temper and easy frustration has been quite indispensable in tough situations. His reminders and terse battlefield advice is, without doubt inspiring. The bumbling blonde Casval, at least tries to contribute and could easily draw chuckles even in the direst light. While Garrosh, the new addition is easy to like, his healing prowess very welcome in the heat of battle. ‘Take up Ayeshs’ thread’ the seer Culna said. Will he still locate his missing brother? Is he truly lost? Where might he be in this labyrinthine nightmare? At that, he is drawn to the present and the promise of danger tingles his senses and make his palms sweat. They jostle forward silently and Quorbin tries to peer beyond the scope of Casvals torch.

Yshven leads them past a bend in the corridor and the splash of light reveal a short length of more corridor before another bend beyond. Three doors face into this area. A porting circle is nearby on the floor, akin to previous circles they’ve found earlier. Yshven tries the door closest, mist from inside the room escape into the corridor. Suddenly a loud gonging sound shatters the silence. Kurgan hefts his sword, readying against anything that might emerge from the room. None does. The reverberating sound go on through the area like a rapidly expanding circle, stifling silence in its wake.

~ by Carlo on November 5, 2009.