The Wizard's Tower

 



Perhaps it was some magical foolery, Ritter thought, as the armies of Men joined with the Dwarven, Elvenari, and Yunni forces atop the ridge of black hills.

The world seemed on fire as the harsh sunset filtered through putrid clouds and smoke. The wizard's tower stood alone atop a parched hill stripped clean by his foul magic and his unearthly army's depredations.

The air smelled sulfurous. And the still air gave no respite to the foul vapors.



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