Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160726215205

The foul presences I felt gets stronger with each step I take. As I near the door, the wind outside blows even more violently than before, with no further hesitation I step inside. The interior was strange, just as strange as the exterior, but it was a marvel of construction.... if it was built conventionally. Inside the spire seems to have abandoned for centuries. Corners and pockets of the spire were thick with spider webs. Old shelves packed with trinkets, vials and jars covered in dust. Walls lined tattered banners and carving etched into every corner of stone, depictions of people and monsters. All statues in the immediate area were nothing more then scattered chunks of stone.

I press on, moving closer to the unsettling presence. I'm not sure how, but I know where my sword is. Ironically, that's where the presence is.