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sad dnd bleaches
Nanao cups her hands in front of her face and breathes, steam wafting as if she were dragon-blooded. Her mother's teleportation talisman hangs heavy around her neck as she trudges up the path to the mountain redoubt. It is a true wizard's tower, built from magic and humming with enchantments and wards. It's been in her family since the very beginning.
Around it circle permanent walls, called up in smooth-sided sheets from the same stone that the mountain against which it nestles.
The wind howls, shatteringly hard, and Nanao shivers. Yeti are not an impossibility, not when she's outside the walls - so she hurries, fur-lined cloak pulled tight. Another gust of wind lifts her cloak up as she unlatches the shaped-stone door, shoving with her shoulder when the frozen rock catches on itself. Once through the boundary of the wards the wind eases a little, though it remains bitterly, numbingly cold.
The second gate is both easier to open, and harder - here there are hinges of metal, all but welded closed with the cold. But the gate itself is layered oakwood, and thus lighter than stone.
Around it circle permanent walls, called up in smooth-sided sheets from the same stone that the mountain against which it nestles.
The wind howls, shatteringly hard, and Nanao shivers. Yeti are not an impossibility, not when she's outside the walls - so she hurries, fur-lined cloak pulled tight. Another gust of wind lifts her cloak up as she unlatches the shaped-stone door, shoving with her shoulder when the frozen rock catches on itself. Once through the boundary of the wards the wind eases a little, though it remains bitterly, numbingly cold.
The second gate is both easier to open, and harder - here there are hinges of metal, all but welded closed with the cold. But the gate itself is layered oakwood, and thus lighter than stone.
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