He built the tower on the eastern of the mountains so that he might watch over the forested world he called home. With rune magic he wove the light of the moon into the very stone and crowned his efforts with a continual flame so that his tower became a beacon in the dark. ~ The World of Aihrde
This is a piece by Nadegda Mihailova
Beyond the Mistbane River the Darkenfold climbs a series of hills until it breaks at last upon the many-storied feet of the Rhodope Mountains. The dwarves of old had many a mine there and strongholds to hold those mountains as their own. But that was long ago, before war and ruin left their habitations empty; before dark things crawled into the abandoned shafts and made their lairs upon the bones of dwarven dreams. ~ The World of Aihrde
As you top the marram grass covered berm you see the castle, standing resolute upon a hill overlooking the long beaches, crowned in clouds and blue sky. There lies welcome and warmth and a respite from the hard toils of the road. Or so you hope.... The World of Aihrde
