Altaron makes his way up the path, nearly bumping into a couple of people due to leaving in such a haste. He couldn't stay here. For sure there would be more of Ilurn's Night Seekers. And if there was enough of them, the most he could do was hold them off.
The huge iron gates slowly creak open for Altaron to pass out of the town walls, hurriedly running out as the gates once again begin to close behind him. It had begun to rain, and Altaron's robes were beginning to soak as he ran through the now heavy rain, mud gushing upwards under his boots as he nearly slips and falls.
Running through the small woods, with well spaced out trees and lush grass, he continues onwards, intent on reaching his stronghold.
Eventually, panting as he reaches the top of a huge hill, he looks fowards, only to see his large, black tower, well, towering above him. Grateful for surviving the journey without any problems at all, he walks up the steps to the tower, opening the large iron doors with silver handles, now safe from the rain.
(Think, tower of Orthanc) |