Rooms

  Before you looms the "tower" that you sought at the beginning of your

journey.  Except that it is a massive spire of ice standing in the middle of

the ice shelf.  How could such a thing be here, there is no signs of

intellegent life anywhere out here.  The sheer face of the spire makes any

type of climbing impossible.  You catch a flicker of movement near the top,

yet with the damnable wind any response to your cries goes unheeded.  There

seems to be a path going south here, it looks well worn, but with the

blowing snow you can't trust your senses.  

  Before you looms the "tower" that you sought at the beginning of your

journey.  Except that it is a massive spire of ice standing in the middle of

the ice shelf.  How could such a thing be here, there is no signs of

intellegent life anywhere out here.  The sheer face of the spire makes any

type of climbing impossible.  You catch a flicker of movement near the top,

yet with the damnable wind any response to your cries goes unheeded.  There

seems to be a path going north here, it looks well worn, but with the

blowing snow you can't trust your senses.  

  Before you looms the "tower" that you sought at the beginning of your

journey.  Except that it is a massive spire of ice standing in the middle of

the ice shelf.  How could such a thing be here, there is no signs of

intellegent life anywhere out here.  The sheer face of the spire makes any

type of climbing impossible.  You catch a flicker of movement near the top,

yet with the damnable wind any response to your cries goes unheeded.  There

seems to be a path going south here, it looks well worn, but with the

blowing snow you can't trust your senses.