The Tower of Light

Close to the monastery, on a rise near the river banks, workers were busy in the summer hear. The men and women were digging into the earth, forming a two step deep, five sided whole in the ground. Others were using big mauls to hammer poles into the dark earth, stabilizing the walls of the newly made whole. Several waggons drawn by lumbering oxen were bringing timber and stones from places further away in the north.

Now and then a brother or a sister of the Order of the Flaming Heart could be seen, passing by and looking slightly irritated at the noise so close to the walls of their holy place, but they didn´t direct the anger they felt at the workers. For the men and women build the foundation for the Tower of Light, the new home of the Custodius Ignis, Elane Eldariel.

In the coming months the building would grow and rise from the ground to stand proud and tall beside the monastery, to protect and guard the southern region of the Old March of Zweiwasser.

Close to the monastery, on a rise near the river banks, workers were busy in the summer hear. The men and women were digging into the earth, forming a two step deep, five sided whole in the ground. Others were using big mauls to hammer poles into the dark earth, stabilizing the walls of the newly made whole. Several waggons drawn by lumbering oxen were bringing timber and stones from places further away in the north.

Now and then a brother or a sister of the Order of the Flaming Heart could be seen, passing by and looking slightly irritated at the noise so close to the walls of their holy place, but they didn´t direct the anger they felt at the workers. For the men and women build the foundation for the Tower of Light, the new home of the Custodius Ignis, Elane Eldariel.

In the coming months the building would grow and rise from the ground to stand proud and tall beside the monastery, to protect and guard the southern region of the Old March of Zweiwasser.

Close to the monastery, on a rise near the river banks, workers were busy in the summer hear. The men and women were digging into the earth, forming a two step deep, five sided whole in the ground. Others were using big mauls to hammer poles into the dark earth, stabilizing the walls of the newly made whole. Several waggons drawn by lumbering oxen were bringing timber and stones from places further away in the north.

Now and then a brother or a sister of the Order of the Flaming Heart could be seen, passing by and looking slightly irritated at the noise so close to the walls of their holy place, but they didn´t direct the anger they felt at the workers. For the men and women build the foundation for the Tower of Light, the new home of the Custodius Ignis, Elane Eldariel.

In the coming months the building would grow and rise from the ground to stand proud and tall beside the monastery, to protect and guard the southern region of the Old March of Zweiwasser.

A relatively small man, with massive arms approaches Lyria and Elane. He wears a leather apron and a simple tunic made from rough wool. He bows.

"Greetings. My name is Gorvan Sandfoot. I am the master stone mason and one of the master craftsmen in charge of the construction. You were looking for me, I was told?"

In his belt he has a small hammer and some other tools and his hand are grey with stonedust.

A relatively small man, with massive arms approaches Lyria and Elane. He wears a leather apron and a simple tunic made from rough wool. He bows.

"Greetings. My name is Gorvan Sandfoot. I am the master stone mason and one of the master craftsmen in charge of the construction. You were looking for me, I was told?"

In his belt he has a small hammer and some other tools and his hand are grey with stonedust.