Re: Fiallan's Tower
The trio of men mill about the door's opening, listening and waiting for the knight's challenge to be answered. No reply comes.
The room itself is rather unremarkable. A writing desk with a few papers strewn about it and on the dusty, stone, floor. There is a broken bench closer to the open door, a pair of windows on the north and west walls provide some light through the thick walls. A group of barrels and boxes are stacked in the west corner and a chest lies against the south wall. There is a fireplace, unlit, lodged in the east wall, next to a heavy banded steel door almost immediately next to the doorway into which Sir Pedivere, and then Aeron stand.
The jester expresses he knows no more about the mage Fillian or his tower and decides to attempt some magic to help the situation. Thrusting his hand into his belled-cockscomb, he withdraws his hand and points crying "Presto!"
Instantly something begins to happen. A mist begins to emit from the interior of the hat. It grows bigger and bigger, slowly filling the room with a cool, dense, grey, fog.
The inside of the room is longer visible beyond two arms lengths. Some of the fog spills out among the men, swirling about their feet and slowly rising about their waists, the breeze making it whisp and flutter, taking nips and bites out of its form.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:59, Tue 09 Nov 2004.