“I don’t see the Castle Tower on here,” he says, peering intently. “*Nor* the Crystal Cottage.”
“No,” Tronesisia replies. “We’ll have to redraw the map soon.” She points.
“And there’s my own cottage. A bit inside the circle apparently. You can’t enter there. You will have to stay in the forest. Beginning just beyond the railroad. Just outside his influence. Realm of Orange. Do you understand?”
“We must leave this place now.”
Wheeler Wilson, Buster Damm and Pitch Darkly never really got to the meat of their talk from the day before. The next evening Baker Bloch teleported into what should have been the Crystal Cottage to scout out the area further. The house was no longer there. A tower had taken its place. Was this the real Clare Nova’s doing? Was she reading the Sunklands blog? A quite likely scenario.
At the bottom, an altar.
A child’s fort.
Several varieties of mushrooms.
Baker realizes the proper entrance to the tower is on the other side from him. The structure is in ruins. He circles around, but before ascending the proferred spiral staircase, goes out to the cliff above the railroad to check out these little purple fellas.
He goes back to the tower and starts heading upwards.
Nothing at the top except a single golden cube devoid of name or content. Darkness had come quickly. Was the tower some kind of test?
If so, did I pass it just by creating this post?
Hiding outside the Sphere of Influence.