Post by Rabbit on May 14, 2010 13:39:11 GMT -5
Stone Crow Keep
A solid-looking circular fortress, perched on lichen-covered rock not too far from the top of a rather steep slope. A raging mountain river flows swiftly by to the northwest, passing close to the tower and then tumbling down into the ravine below with a thunderous roar. A mist constantly rises from the gorge, proudly displaying a rainbow in the bright sun.
As you get closer, you see that the so-called “tower” is solidly built. In fact, it rather reminds you of a dwarf: short, wide, and unlikely to get knocked down. Only a dwarf would consider something so short to be a tower. It is no more than 30 feet high and some 60 feet or so across at the base. The top of the tower is covered by a stone roof armored with spikes. Small archer-slit windows are set around the upper periphery, and stairs rise to the entrance, which faces the southwest.
Inside the dinning hall a fire burns brightly casting shadows across the large room. Snurry Hammerday tends to a large stew pot at the fireplace. There is a full kitchen just one room away but the red bearded dwarf refuses to miss out on one minute of this evening. “This wil lbe a feast.” The dwarf says, “A welcome home feast…”
The human sorcerer Hiroko Raymore sips black tea in between flute playing. The mage can carry a pleasant tune which echoes off the stone walls. An agreeable change from the constant rumble of the waterfall outside.
Two Purple Dragons, Captain James Barlow and elven Private Aramil Amakiir, are also in the room. Both seem open to conversation but realize they are guests (even unwanted guests) and so they are initially keeping their distance. The rest of the Purple Dragons are spread throughout the Keep providing what little sentry duty they can.
A solid-looking circular fortress, perched on lichen-covered rock not too far from the top of a rather steep slope. A raging mountain river flows swiftly by to the northwest, passing close to the tower and then tumbling down into the ravine below with a thunderous roar. A mist constantly rises from the gorge, proudly displaying a rainbow in the bright sun.
As you get closer, you see that the so-called “tower” is solidly built. In fact, it rather reminds you of a dwarf: short, wide, and unlikely to get knocked down. Only a dwarf would consider something so short to be a tower. It is no more than 30 feet high and some 60 feet or so across at the base. The top of the tower is covered by a stone roof armored with spikes. Small archer-slit windows are set around the upper periphery, and stairs rise to the entrance, which faces the southwest.
Inside the dinning hall a fire burns brightly casting shadows across the large room. Snurry Hammerday tends to a large stew pot at the fireplace. There is a full kitchen just one room away but the red bearded dwarf refuses to miss out on one minute of this evening. “This wil lbe a feast.” The dwarf says, “A welcome home feast…”
The human sorcerer Hiroko Raymore sips black tea in between flute playing. The mage can carry a pleasant tune which echoes off the stone walls. An agreeable change from the constant rumble of the waterfall outside.
Two Purple Dragons, Captain James Barlow and elven Private Aramil Amakiir, are also in the room. Both seem open to conversation but realize they are guests (even unwanted guests) and so they are initially keeping their distance. The rest of the Purple Dragons are spread throughout the Keep providing what little sentry duty they can.
