User:Ayton
Ayton's tower[edit]
The massive tower from stone slabs stands in front of you. There were cracks in some parts of the tower, from which the stems of some plants and flowers began to peek out. Coal-black ravens have built nests under the red ceramic roof of the tower. Vines grow around the tower, the crowns of centuries-old trees either reveal thick branches, sharing with the warm rays of the sun, or hide the clouds behind huge crowns, protecting from the downpour. It began to rain heavily. The cold wind howls and tries to pierce the lost travelers with its cold. And then a heavy red oak door opens, and a man in a robe looks out with piercing amber eyes. His black hair almost merges with the shade of his simple but elegant clothes, and in his hands he holds a staff made of wisteria, decorated with a silver frame and runes.
- Welcome strangers. Come in, feel free to have some hot tea and cookies, wait out the bad weather in my tower.
Contributions[edit]
- Subclasses