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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 6970623" data-attributes="member: 6855545">REYNARDAll Reynard obtains from the woman is a moan of denial. “Don’t think anyone alive is.” – she repeats after a few seconds, turning slowly towards the woods, bow in hand as she stands watch.Spying through one of the many paths gives a fair idea of what’s inside. First, the entrance seems to be safe to enter. Not that it always was. Reynard sees some branches that have been burned at some point in the past, possibly because they grew upon a trap, springing it. Looking around, the sailor realizes the same thing happened throughout the construction, any possible trap not taking into consideration the slow, perennial advance of the flora. Either that, or someone used the branches to tatter around the building. Inside, Reynard identifies a round room lit by blue-light sconces. The floor taken by thick branches that sinuously meet in the center. They surround something he can’t quite identify. On the opposite side, following the design of a wall, he sees a sturdy desk covered in papers and notes, as well as shelves crowded with books. Mold spores fly through the room, oddly large, almost as dent-de-lion heads. The interior is thick with this rich lime as well…. Might be something for the little beasts to survive on. The sailor also identifies several spots for old traps. The door, the desk, the center (it used to be surrounded by them for sure). As Strindberg the minstrel once said, it seems a slow, and yet brutal, battle was fought here, for plants in their innocence try desperately to outgrow all obstacles to their survival.MORGRYMThe state of the building surely suggests no one has lived there for a while. At closer inspection, Morgrym confirms his suspicions: someone softened the stone through a miracle and molded it into shape. More than one person, for sure, since there are distinct patterns applied to the wall. He can even see the distinct sizes and strengths of the hands that participated in the endeavor. Curiously enough, the results show a group of inexperienced workers, eager to apply perfect geometry, but incapable of translating it. Surely they had access to divine blessings. The protective signs were cut through stone while it was soft, and that is certain, since the edges are sharper than they should be. Morgrym can even see and smell remnants of concoctions applied to the mandalas and pentagrams. The tower is not the apex of crafting, but at least it is not disjointed. It flows with the rest of the building, answering to its purpose: it serves as a beacon, illuminating the area, all the more reason to consider the small keep as the center of a reduced community. Probably it has been used to sound alarms, to mark the passage of time or to call meetings. Morgrym bets he could find housing among the foliage, hidden by the passage of time, bearing an even sorrier state than the keep. More than this, these constructions tend to conceal many secrets, since it would be less likely for anyone to uncover hidden objects and paths confined into molded stone. Morgrym could easily recognize the patterns, though.MARIUSMarius sees himself inside with no difficulty. The nimble man lands on a carpet of mold between two vigorous trunks that come across from the center. He sees all the things Reynard can observe from outside. Here, though, the spores look even bigger, and the monk can feel how light they truly are by blowing them around.The interior is as round as can be, taken by flora and fungi. They seem to have grown strong in here, to the point that most of the furniture has disappeared. Marius sees the passage to the small tower on the other side of the room, still half unimpeded. Close to him, he sees the desk and the shelves. Strangely, no plants grew around the many books and scrolls deposited upon the table. He also sees some cutlery and a pair of goblets among flowers that grow over a side table. Curiously enough, none of the objects seem to have face the passage of time. From Marius’ position, they all seem as good as new, even books and scrolls. On the opposite side of the hall, the monk sees Reynard’s face framed by a large hole on the wall. The sailor can easily watch his back from there. As he searches the room, though, one thing calls his attention. Among the branches, right in the center, he can see the familiar glow of bronze. He can’t define what it is from his position, but coming closer might allow him to know for sure. The branches are big, but they leave plenty of space amongst each other, so he could peek inside the central column, made basically by flora. The only thing he can say for sure now is that whatever lies in there is sure to be big. @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6801450" target="_blank">Trogdor1992</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=24380" target="_blank">Neurotic</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6801311" target="_blank">KahlessNestor</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6855130" target="_blank">Jago</a> </blockquote>

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