The Shattered Mirror
After a short rest to catch their breath and let the foul air of the bog leave them, they continued on to the Dusk Queen's tower. It appeared to be made of smooth black stone. No windows marked the surface and only a single door provided access. The tower was in a sad state, hardly a fitting home for one that had called herself queen once upon a time. Much of the stone had crumbled away and cracks ran like spider webs across the dull black surface. Vines clung to the stone, as if they were trying to choke the life out of it. Blurb could tell that magics ran across the tower and with Eamon's help, they determined that there were two sets of abjuration magics barring the door. But Gorlock had only enough in him for one dispel magic and was loathe to waste his spells merely on gaining access. So Eamon did what the monk was wont to do -- he shooed everyone back and tried the door to see what would happen. A shocking blast of cold erupted from the door, but the monk, amazingly, w...