Evening has long fallen and the day makes it way towards the twilight hour as you take your leave of the Crossing (fearing the plenitude of thieves who seem to come out at night in hoards as plentiful as rats upon a granary) and make your way through the Middens to the safety and comfort of the Moon Mage Observatory.  Even as its sixteen-sided facade beckons you farther on you feel yet another tug upon your awareness from farther in the southern Middens.
    Taking a side road you make your way upon a street that you have never traveled before.  On the main road to the Observatory you have always felt relatively safe.  After all, the squatters and peasants of this slum land that sits outside of Crossing proper have always known that Moon Mages and others making their way to the observatory possessed not only of power, but often steel as well.  But now you have departed that safe thoroughfare for lands and ways that you have never explored and you lose the sense of safety that you have always felt when traveling through the area of decrepitude.
    Yet, for reasons that you cannot fully explain, nor understand, you push onwards in your trek.  There is some unseen beacon out here this night.  Unseen, but not unfelt.  And the more you turn your attention and musings towards it, the stronger the tug becomes upon your curiosity.
    After a short walk that felt like ages to transverse you come upon an abandoned tenement building.  Strange, despite the decay of the buildings in the Middens, a free shelter is rarely passed up.  Yet this building stands empty, lightless, and seemingly lifeless.  But it is here that that strange, indescribable tug of curiosity has drawn you.
    Cautiously you enter through the moldered doorway of the main foyer of the building.  To either side of you are empty door frames into apartments once inhabited by the not so well to do.  In place of the life that once filled this place you only see dust, tattered cloths, hear the rustle of leaves, and imagine the ghosts that might very well haunt this place with memories long left behind and dreams never fulfilled.
    Taking a deep breath and choking on the dust of the place you swallow past the scratchiness of your throat and force yourself deeper into the abandoned abode.  At a perpendicular crossing of the hallways you feel a breeze rustle your hair and garments from the left and turn instinctively towards it.
    Creeping down the hall you come to the end where a stairway leads either upwards towards the second floor and the roof and a stairway that leads down past your vision into a red-tinged darkness below. Back to DragonRealms Back to Index

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