Tower of Power by Christoph Brock

Welcome to the Tower of Power, home of Christoph Brock and Scholastica. Let us acquaint you with our humble abode. Shall I hang up your outer garments in the coat closet so you can get more comfortable? Scholastica has spent all day in preparation of your visit, and we have set the banquet table with various tasty treats and delicious beverages. Please, help yourself! After dinner, we could sit and share war stories by the brazier, or perhaps engage in a game of chess or cards. If it would please thee, Scholastica would also be delighted to play a tune on the harp.





Now, onto the second floor! First we have the hall with its decorative artwork and chests full of the booty from our adventures. Next is Scholasticas changing room, in which she maintains all of the supplies and dressings fitting of a Lady. Finally, we have the bedroom with the Mrs. artistry nook. It is thanks to her that our home is adorned in such fine and tasteful fashion.





Here in the upper reaches of our tower lie the trophy hall and adjoining armory. To the side, under the drafty rooftop stairs, lies the prisoner’s corner. Unfortunately for our last unwelcome visitor, he took rather poorly to his ration, or lack thereof. Through the armory, in which I keep all of the necessary offensive and defensive means of war at my disposal, lies my laboratory. It is here that I manipulate arcane powers, using rare reagents to bend the spiritual essence of Sosaria to my will. As of late have I been attempting rudimentary experiments in necromancy, but with little success. I shall continue my work…





On the roof of the tower, the winds blow constantly. It is here that my compatriots and I spar and practice our combat tactics in preparation for what violence is sure to come to this great, troubled land. And, if there ever be need, I keep a chest of restorative and healing supplies for the wounded, and several ropes by which to escape a breach of our dear dwelling. But alas, in spite of my careful preparations, poor patscout just didn’t know when to quit during one gentlemanly duel recently.