Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104040115

Jack led the group up the White-Gold Tower, trudging up the stone steps at a rather slow pace. He led them past a great library, full of scrolls and tomes of all sorts, and many other rooms that were lavishly decorated and full of expensive items of all kinds. Luckily, most of the rooms had no guards, and in the few rooms that did have guards roaming about, Jack was able to lead them past the rather lax vigilants. While he himself had once owned a great sum of money, he could not help but marvel at the many rooms they passed, and he began to feel rather homely as he ascended the tower.

At last, they reached a set of much more ornate doors made of beautiful oak and steel. Jack gazed at the doors in silence for a moment, then knocked loudly on the door. There was a moment of silence, then a voice rang out. "Yes? Who is it?" the voice of the young Emperor inquired, not pleased on being distubed. Lorenzo threw open the door and looked up at the strange crowd that had gathered at his doorstep. "Who are you? Who let you in?" he frowned.

Jack pushed past him and took a seat, waving for the rest of the fellowship to follow him inside. "Anwen, if you could hand me the Scroll," he requested, holding out a hand to take the Elder Scroll from her. "What? What Scroll? Who are you?" Lorenzo asked, starting to get a little worried.