venture into an ancient world

The Tower of Ilnia, dominant and sacred, the true center of the star, appeared before them. Bands of prehistoric glass recast the sunlight in a pentagram of indigo flares. Imogen smiled as they approached cloth paladins who stood before a silver gate built into an arch. The paladins allowed their entry to a chamber where Imogen knelt down and placed her candle on a ledge. An arch opened to the depth of the tower and the inner core wall of stone. excerpt from the child of relics; edge of the red sun