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[thequestgiver]

Characters: Any and all!
Open? Very
Where: The (formerly) White Forest
When: GHB6
What: The burning of the White Forest has left little of the forest, but has reveled something else entirely....
Warnings:


Ash drifted slowly down on the light breeze that twisted past bare limbs to carry the fading sent of burning, bringing the feeling of late fall to the warm early summer-like day. Dried and charred under growth crunched underfoot, the sound seeming oddly loud in the otherwise still ruins.

Yet here and there, a patch of white peeked up through the blackened remains of the forest. Smooth white stone carefully laid, stained from moss and now flame, leading a winding path to the gleaming white tower in the distance that stood out unnaturally, pure and untouched by the flame.

For those who follow the path, or make their way to the tower will find the path growing stronger, gleaming white and unstained as it approaches the tower's base, the path growing wider until it spreads out to join others to form a ring around the tower's base, the individual paths radiating out like spokes vanishing back into the blacked ruins.

When the tower is reached, it becomes clear why the fire did not touch. A harsh aura of arrogant purity seemed to radiate out, rebuffing all that would be unworthy from even approaching its walls. It stood tall, easily 4 stories, surface a pure, almost painful, arrogant white marble, windows small and uninviting, every inch seeming to claim that no one was worthy to enter it's sacred halls.

But there were signs of battle. Nature's assault had not been wholly held back, vines clinging to the side to break in and rip apart the aberration held inside what was once it's stronghold. But much more damage of a less patient sort had also been done. Shattered windows, spatters of scorch marks, holes blasted in the walls and the stone around the base. Trees not fall off lay in a tangled heap in the ground as if something had been flung into them and an eruption of blackened vines lay in a heap not far from the unbroken and still barred doorway, paving stones scattered about where they had been flung by the abrupt growth.

Comments

[thequestgiver]

They were the same sort of tree that had made up the forest before it had burned down, with no sign to how they had come to be growing there, or indeed, how they were growing there. The floor seemed sturdy enough under their weight, even as the roots dug into the marble, and the tree seemed healthy, leaves green as they swayed in the faint breeze.

The books that lined the walls varied in age and thickness, but most were large with aged leather spines decorated with faded gold lettering in an incomprehensible script.

If he attempts to touch them, however, his fingers will be repelled by a strong shock like white fire.

[somewhatpointy]

It wasn't like Ryo knew much about trees other than that they usually weren't found in places like this. They seemed healthy and sturdy enough, and after a bit of examination, he gave up on trying to figure anything out where they were concerned. They were unusual, and maybe someone back in town would know something. He would have to make a mental note to ask when he started asking about those papers he'd found.

The books were next on his list of things to check. He was expecting more of the same gibberish he couldn't understand within their pages. He was not, however, expecting the books to actively repel his attempts to pick them up, at least not to that degree.

He took a few steps back from the books and scrutinized them a little more closely, trying to see if there were any way for him to handle one safely without getting shocked like that. Perhaps he'd have to bring someone else back out here...

[thequestgiver]

Every attempt to touch the books would be met with a bigger and bigger zap, starting to be accompanied by that sense of judgmental foreboding that the first floor had been flooded with.

[somewhatpointy]

It was at this point that Ryo thought it might be a good idea to get out of there. He had a little bit of information in those papers he had pocketed, and perhaps he would be able to find someone who knew what they meant. The books clearly didn't want any part of him, and nor did the tower itself...it was time to leave, possibly to return with someone who knew what they were doing when it came to things like this.

Ryo started to head down the stairs, feeling almost as though he were being driven out by those books.