On the Western edge of Elysian Fields is the sanctified White Wizard Tower. Piercing the clouds, and disappearing into the atmosphere, the slender structure is imbued with ancient Magic that shimmers in the sunlight.
The air around the tower radiates a peaceful shimmer, resonating into the fields below. Every evening as the sun sets, the Elysian Ponies gather in the grounds below, to slumber in it's protective embrace.
The tower is lined with winding staircases that weave in a out, mysterious corridors with vast, empty, minimalistic halls. As one ascends the tower, the air grows thinner and cooler, and the light takes an ethereal, hazy quality. The White Hat Wizards sit and meditate for days on end, on top of the world—detached and oblivious. From these heights the world seems small and insignificant, as the White Hats reach higher and higher into the heavens, seeking the cleansing purification of pure White Light.
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The White Tower
Elf J Trul
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On the Western edge of Elysian Fields is the sanctified White Wizard Tower. Piercing the clouds, and disappearing into the atmosphere, the slender structure is imbued with ancient Magic that shimmers in the sunlight.
The air around the tower radiates a peaceful shimmer, resonating into the fields below. Every evening as the sun sets, the Elysian Ponies gather in the grounds below, to slumber in it's protective embrace.
The tower is lined with winding staircases that weave in a out, mysterious corridors with vast, empty, minimalistic halls. As one ascends the tower, the air grows thinner and cooler, and the light takes an ethereal, hazy quality. The White Hat Wizards sit and meditate for days on end, on top of the world—detached and oblivious. From these heights the world seems small and insignificant, as the White Hats reach higher and higher into the heavens, seeking the cleansing purification of pure White Light.
