The Tower of High Socery, Redux
The Tower of High Sorcery didn't look much different these days from a distance, but up close the wizard's efforts showed.
The gates stood permanently open, now, but an obvious sign cautioned all visitors not to enter the cordoned-off areas. A magic mouth repeated those instructions, firmly but politely, to those who might not bother with reading in their haste to explore. Inside, Aibghalien had carefully cordoned every door, archway, or passage where spells would act against nonmagical sorts in any way. Still, that left a large area in the courtyard, the inner halls, and a large audience chamber where people could safely travel.
It was in the latter chamber that the wizard stood, pondering a lunar calendar that depicted the motions of three moons across the sky and their phases in exquisite detail.
The gates stood permanently open, now, but an obvious sign cautioned all visitors not to enter the cordoned-off areas. A magic mouth repeated those instructions, firmly but politely, to those who might not bother with reading in their haste to explore. Inside, Aibghalien had carefully cordoned every door, archway, or passage where spells would act against nonmagical sorts in any way. Still, that left a large area in the courtyard, the inner halls, and a large audience chamber where people could safely travel.
It was in the latter chamber that the wizard stood, pondering a lunar calendar that depicted the motions of three moons across the sky and their phases in exquisite detail.