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[a_gunslinger]

The structure in the middle of the bar is a dark, sooty gray, and its height is a marvel -- as though nothing could ever be that high. As though anything that high must support the very structure of the bar itself.

Of the universe.

Of the multiverseSurrounded by roses the red of hearts' blood, the tower seems to be constructed of dark slate, and

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[pirate_jack]

"Now that's interesting."

There are a lot of interesting things in the bar this evening, as it happens -- debris from earlier disasters, a giant green crystal hanging over the bar, and now this tower in the middle of everything.

Jack Sparrow's been weaving his way through the room with great care, keeping a wary eye on the green crystal, when the dark stone structure had caught his wandering eye.

"That's very interesting."

He saunters closer, and begins to circle it, so as to get a proper look from all angles.

[a_gunslinger]

The tower is massive. It has great import. All eyes must go to it. All paths must lead to it.

It is the dark tower.

[pirate_jack]

And to be sure, this rascally pirate is no exception, excepting for all the ways that he usually is, of which this isn't one.

(Savvy?)

Jack trails his fingers gently over the roses in bloom, and -- giving a wary look to the tower -- bends closer to sniff at one, beaded braids clattering merrily.

[a_gunslinger]

The roses seem to sing his name, over and over.

These are the roses that grow at the foot of the dark tower, at the end of the world.