Morris

He trudged up the hill side path, the old dilapidated trail somewhat soft beneath his heavy boots. Young morris hiked around the back of the chosen group that was sent to seek the amulet of protection which was rumored to be the salvation their village was so desperately in need of. He knew little of the item they sought nor of the tower they were to retrieve it from. If he were to speak aloud his honest opinion regarding their quest he'd say they were essentially being used as fodder with the faint hope that one of them would survive long enough to scrawl a warning for the others to come in his own blood on the wall.

But he didn't. He kept quiet and solemnly marched on. It only made sense to send the person nobody cared about on a mission of unforetold danger such as this. He was none too familiar with the others however. What motivated them to send these people along with? He thought as he looked across the backs of those ahead of him, ponderous queries remaining unspoken.


The thick fog hanging over the grassy hill during this hour of twilight didn't help either. He struggled to keep upon the footpath to the tower ahead. They had been walking a long while, long enough for him to wonder if they hadn't made a wrong turn somewhere. In the form of a looming shadow slowly revealing itself through the oppressive fog the tower came into view. The destination was in sight, signifying an end to this trek through the grassy moor beyond the village.

They approached the rather tall structure which stood impressively overhead. He was forced to crane his neck back in order to even see the top. An old door hanging upon rusty hinges barred their entry.

Morris looked to the others. He wasn't keen on taking the initiative so he waited to see if anyone else was going to act upon this first obstacle before them.

Havel

Walking silently with the other two young men he silently read them up seeing why they would even come on a mission such as this where the chance of death was high. He looked at the one who basically took the front of the group and guessed he was a farmer with visions of heroics or maybe of just battle. It was easy to see why this rather strong looking young man would come on a dangerous but possibly successful mission like this in order to fight back against the bandits. However the other one who followed the group from the back he looked as if he was one of the dead underfed and little sleep. If he would have guessed Havel would have said that this other young male was forcefully volunteered to go and really didn't want to go. Just by looking at the both of them he would have guessed that he was the oldest not that it even matters Havel didn't want to be any sort of leader he just want's to find this amulet and take care of the bandits so his village will continue in peace.

Before he knew it they came across the door the hinges look rusty and the door itself looked heavy. Too heavy to be pulled or pushed by any of them combined. Looking around Havel wondered how old the hinges were and started to inspect the hinges after scraping the hinges a little he found that the hinges were incredibly old and would be easy to break. Picking out a hammer and chisel from one of the bags he took with him for a "just in case of anything" he placed and smacked the chisel on the hinges in one or two solid smacks each hinged broke off after finishing Havel looked at the young man with the sword and bowed in the direction of the door and with a smile said "If you would do the honors."

Shinatha was snoozing away in her work chair when the faint echo of multiple bangs woke her up. Half awoke Shinatha yelled: "Dammit Mayvyn dont kill yourself with your experiments." As she though the sounds came from her risky towermate Mayvyn as she kept on conducting experiments where things blow up from time to time. There was not much to do and things were rather slow nowadays. It wasnt like a new opportunity would just fall into Shinathas lap all of a sudden or would it? She shrugged and went back to sleep, laying her head on the desk in her workroom.