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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 834981" data-attributes="member: 113">5th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V. The journey upstream continued for the duration of another day without sight of Zamon, a city that lay farther north. Tréan wondered how many miles they had covered so far, and how many more lay ahead of them. Gerad had pushed them at a continual pace. He seemed very accustomed to long marches, mentioning that he had been forced to move on for days on end before being allowed to sleep. Gerad's demonstrated ease on this journey irritated Tréan, who had traveled to Quelsk mostly on horseback.It was nearing dusk and soon they would stop and set up another cold camp. There was no proof that soldiers were searching for them along the river, but there was no reason to chance it. At least they had not encountered any more hazards like the tainted crocodiles. Tréan hoped that Surielle was correct and that was the last of the servants of Gaurak they would face during their journey.As their path opened up to the river once more, Tréan’s keen eyesight noted a mystery along the horizon. At first she thought it to be a lingering trick of the sun, as she was facing the western shore. There was a violet radiance that could be seen above the hills. After getting a better look, she stopped her companions and pointed it out.“What is it?” Surielle said, with obvious concern.“I don’t know,” Tréan answered, “but it doesn’t look pleasant.”  They were not able to get a better vantage point from the land they traversed. After a few minutes, they carried on, each trying to push thoughts of the odd light out of their mind.Once they had settled for camp, Gerad recanted a few memories. “When I was younger and in training, my instructors mentioned a place like that. A tower to the west with ghostly light; they called it the Last Watchtower. It may seem like a tale of boogey-men, but they didn’t present it that way. It was more of a fact – one of the reasons why the Calastian Hegemony never expanded further west. They say the place is rife with undead.”Tréan felt her insides grow cold at the mention of her Order’s enemies.“It’s at the site of some great battle from times past, perhaps the Divine War. Forces who try to travel through are met by soldiers raised from these battles. What makes it worse is that when a living soldier is slain, he rises again to fight for the tower. How can you stop that?”“Between that, the Festering Fields and the Sweltering Plains, the land is uninhabitable. I had the feeling that they had accepted the tower as a necessary evil. Calastia controls everything to its east, and apparently that’s good enough for them.”It may not have been a tale intended to scare, as Gerad had said, but it still made Tréan feel uneasy. The Order of the Morning Sky was dedicated to destroying such undead. How could they allow such a bastion of evil to stand tall? Her order must know of it, yet still it remained. If the details Gerad had were true, could such a place even be destroyed?</blockquote>

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