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Re: Trouble in the Deep (sturm) GMed by thetwo
The formori seemed slightly conflicted, but answered after a moment. "There are none of my brethren near." He answered the repeated question without hesitation. "We sought to track the leviathan. We would not fight it-" the repeated answer was cut off by the separation of his head from the rest of his body.
Amber swam a ways from the blood - it would attract predators, and while she could deal with easily it would be annoying to be awoken by a shark looking for dinner.
The mermaid awoke early, adequately rested, and started the remainder of her journey. The tides didn't fully cooperate, and the old man's description had been a little off, but she found the island at about noon. Or, she thought it was the island. The landscape was as the man had described it, unkempt grass, lots of birds, little else. But the tower was... more impressive. A lot more impressive. It thrust from the center of the island, more than a hundred feet into the air and perfectly straight. It was made of a dark stone polished to the point of reflection, gleaming a blueish purple where the light struck it just right.
The doorway was an arch jutting out from the face of the tower, no actual door or barrier of any kind in the way. As amber got closer to the tower, it became clear that this was indeed the abode of a powerful wizard, and not just some rich and eccentric human. The whole thing hummed with power, with an intensity she'd never felt before, even from barely off the shore.
Gain 4 XP for advancing the story and another 2 for killing the Formori, for a total of 6. You can spend this now, or bank it for later.
The formori seemed slightly conflicted, but answered after a moment. "There are none of my brethren near." He answered the repeated question without hesitation. "We sought to track the leviathan. We would not fight it-" the repeated answer was cut off by the separation of his head from the rest of his body.
Amber swam a ways from the blood - it would attract predators, and while she could deal with easily it would be annoying to be awoken by a shark looking for dinner.
The mermaid awoke early, adequately rested, and started the remainder of her journey. The tides didn't fully cooperate, and the old man's description had been a little off, but she found the island at about noon. Or, she thought it was the island. The landscape was as the man had described it, unkempt grass, lots of birds, little else. But the tower was... more impressive. A lot more impressive. It thrust from the center of the island, more than a hundred feet into the air and perfectly straight. It was made of a dark stone polished to the point of reflection, gleaming a blueish purple where the light struck it just right.
The doorway was an arch jutting out from the face of the tower, no actual door or barrier of any kind in the way. As amber got closer to the tower, it became clear that this was indeed the abode of a powerful wizard, and not just some rich and eccentric human. The whole thing hummed with power, with an intensity she'd never felt before, even from barely off the shore.