Thread: The sorceress' tower (Kaybee & Kasey Jay)

After spending a night in the town of Beckenridge, Letha was half convinced that the rumours which she had heard were true. Not only did the locals tell many tales of the evils to be found in the nearby tower, but the foreboding shadow the building cast seemed a very metaphor for the darkness contained within. Given such ill repute one might question why the young adventurer seemed more adamant than ever to enter the tower. The reason however was quite simple. Greed. Some fighters sold their sword for the good of mankind, others for hatred of what they fought against but for Letha, there was only one motive. Wealth was what she wanted, and tales of the riches contained the upper reaches of the tower were enough to make her brave whatever dangers laid within. Of course, she wasnt entirely sure that the tales could be trusted, as many adventurers before her had attempted to plunder the heights of the tower, only to return empty handed. At least most of them had returned, that was surely a sign that whatever resided inside the tower was not particularly dangerous. The few that has disappeared had probably just been victim to the ancient towers failing architecture. That was why when she had set off from Beckenridge in the morning, Letha had left her heavy plate metal armour in the towns inn, instead wearing a set of furs she had purchased. If the old masonry did start to crumble while she was inside, she wanted to be able to move quickly. When she had actually arrived at the foreboding structure, she was glad to have listened to the advice of the towns-folk and bought the furs rather than leather. From the very moment she pushed the large wooden door open and stepped inside, the chill air made her glad of the thick mantle around her shoulders, not to mention the thick boots and trousers. At first she had felt a little odd wearing clothes so bulky that they made her slim figure almost rectangular, but clearly it had been the right choice. Some of the cold still seeped through and made the adventurer wish she had also brought a warm cloak, but no, it was too likely to get caught on something. Despite not really needing the light, Letha lit one of her torches and held it up, with that small flame providing very little heat and mostly just comfort. Doing what the towns-folk had asked, the adventurer closed the door behind herself. The people had claimed that they had been the ones to repair and maintain the door, thinking that it would help to seal whatever was inside the tower away. It was not a comforting thought however when it seemed like the young redhead had just sealed herself inside with it. Just to reassure herself, she tried the door again and was relived to find it was still very easy to open from the inside too. With the door closed again and one hand held aloft with the torch, the other resting on the pommel of her sheathed sword, Letha surveyed the room in earnest. The look around did not take long, the entrance hall was simply a dusty and somewhat plain stone room with only one key feature. The spiral staircase on the far side. Given that all of the rumours shed heard had claimed that the bounty of wealth locked away in here resided on the top floor, the adventurer set forth and began to climb.