Conflux of Knowledge

A large 30 story spire rising from a clearing in the dense woods housing books and knowledge from across the lands and ages, training floors where damage is negated to keep the students alive, dining halls and 20 stories below ground for housing anyone and everyone who seeks knowledge. Home to Malakor Versea an immensely powerful sorcerer who continues his training while teaching those who seek him.

You emerge from the dense forest to a clearing. The heavy limbs and canopy yield to the bright sun and lush grass blowing in a gentle breeze. As you look upon the open area you slowly begin to realize that its perfect. Unnaturally perfect.... Quickly taking out the letter that lead you here you skim the directions. "Walk south from Tarrantus for 3 moons to find the beginning of the Vastile Forest. Once there walk towards the setting sun for 3 hours until you find the Tree that speaks truths. Turn right from the face and walk another day 's journey ending at the Tower of Malakor. Be there at precisely one hour before the high sun or your mission has failed." You think back to the path from Tarrantus, the strange tree with the branches bent in the symbol of the Goddess of Truth, the paces you took. No, surely you didn't miss it. You are right on time and this clearing is perfectly suited for an estate. As these thoughts flow through your mind you feel a wind rush towards you. Seemingly out from the center of the clearing. Dirt and leaves are kicked up and sting your face and eyes. Blinking through the pain you see it. A spire reaching to the clouds shimmers into being before your stunned gaze. A figure stands on the balcony a few stories up from the large but rather plain looking doors. His voice rings out in your mind "You have arrived at the Tower. Take your first steps on the journey that will turn you into who you are meant to be. I am Malakor Versea and welcome to my Conflux of Knowledge''

-- Thamien (he/him)