Hesa made her way to the Wizard’s tower. A large tower that stood behind the castle and loomed over the entire city, like a watchful sentinel. The first men built the tower centuries before the first Asdorians even landed at Alora’s gift almost twenty thousand years ago. The red and black bricks of the tower seemed to shimmer and the runes engraved in them always seem to give off a light glow in the right sunlight. When she first moved here she decided to keep all her belongings as close to first floor as possible as she did not want to walk up the large winding staircase with only two off points, the first point a library or what was once a library was now more a makeshift study she used. The study had no windows only was lit by candles they she kept close by to work.

The second off point a large meeting hall that was filled with dust and cobwebs. No one other than her, her two attendants and her old master when he was in the city for his own work entered the Wizard’s tower so meeting hall was never used.

When she first moved to the tower she read the stories of the old wizard king who would hold secret meetings in the grand hall and have other famous wizards have duels showcasing their skills from hurling lightning bolts to conjuring animals. That story was always one of her favorites, old Asdorian culture was fascinating, better than the tales found in her home land of Ajaara. The age of heroes only in Ajaara only produced two well known tales The years of Black Sun and Tale of the man in the mountain. Both which happened at the same time, The years of Black Sun chronicled the life and demise of Bahiron the Great a savage king who put to death all the first born children even his own to appease the god Valdu. The old man in the mountain was children’s tale telling the life of Rajir and his band of merry men who overthrew Bahiron and became king of Ajaara. Vallond’s history was filled with war and bloodshed and great heroes and villains. The mysterious first men, the Asdorians, the northmen and their tribes, all these things she wanted to know.

Once she got to her chamber she began to pack all important texts concerning the old bloodlines of the Asdorians, their culture, the invasion of Vallond, their great heroes and the tales they brought over from their ancient homeland. She then slid a small pocket sized translator of the old tongue into her front pocket. Hesa was excited finally to go on an adventure again, she loved being a court wizard but it was nothing like she imagined it would be. Hesa preferred to be in the field and being involved. The King let her out once, years before but her assignment was ended abruptly when he became sick. This would be different though she told herself, she was going to be more hands on and prepared. She picked up a large black bladed dagger that curved slightly toward the tip, sheathed it and attached it to her belt.

She was not sure what she was going to find at the ruins of the moon tower. The rumors said the tower still emits black fire some days, other rumors say that is cursed by the blood of the first men and will drive anyone who dares to understand its secrets. All that is known about the moon tower is that the first men built it and when Sir Jalok came across it he and his five hundred men set siege to it and claimed it as their own. A lot of details of the story were missing she remembered, nothing about the people who lived their, what was the use of the tower? Why a tower and not a castle? Did they build this tower? Were there any survivors? Hesa knew she would hopefully answer some of those questions once she got there. The magician finished packing up her belongings and headed down to the stables.