Chapter IV
"Not yet," you answer after a long moment's consideration. The doors of the keep remain closed, and whatever's inside has shown no indication it's coming out to meet you. Surprising, considering your encounter with the Blackscale Queen moments ago. You'd thought your moans and cries would have woken up every horny monster in the place. But if not... that means you've got plenty of time to investigate the castle grounds.
Maybe find that harpy gathering Tyroa mentioned. She said she lived here, didn't she -- with a bunch of "sisters" and some kinda "queen?" Could be worth looking into before you head inside, you tell yourself. And, a moment later, Sylvia.
"Wait, after all that, and you wanna start dicking around now?" she scowls, shifting her axe from one shoulder to the other. "Ech, fine. I'm not going anywhere near that damn tower again, though. Feathery whores tried to snare me with their song last time. Hope you know what you're doing, Remi, or they'll do the same to you. Probably with a lot more success, if I'm reading that lump 'tween your legs right."
You flush, but luckily you've spent your lusts for the moment, and manage to keep yourself from embarrassing yourself. Sylvia chuckles and leans back against the battlements, giving a nod towards the half-collapsed tower to the east. "Go on. I'll be here for now. If you're not back by noon, though... I'm not going in there after you. Good luck."
It's a short walk across the courtyard, accompanied only by the click of your staff on the stone and distant birdsong. You cast a glance over your shoulder when you arrive at the circular stone base of the tower, putting a hand on the gaping hole where the door might once have been. Sylvia waves from her safe place a good hundred feet back, then points upwards towards the crumbling roof. Guess that's where the harpies are nesting, but when you peek your head in, sure enough the tower interior is all but barren: the floor is shattered and overgrown with weeds, and where you can see indentations in the stone for stairs, there's nothing but hollow alcoves and chunks of dangling wood too high to reach overhead.
Well, you're not walking up there, that's for sure. But the wall's cracked and dry: would be fairly easy to climb, if you wanted...
((Sorry for the wait! Was super duper sick. But, that's sorta clearing up now, so let's get back underway!))
Name: Remielle Syrililth
Race: Salamander
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Figure: Amazonian
Class: Mage
Stats: STR (10) CON (16) DEX (14) INT (15) WIS (8) CHA (12)
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