[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlbxUJ3Dgho]Ambience[/url]

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Amidst the high peaks of the mountains, few would notice the empty towers of a once-great fortress. Built into the mountain ridge and covered in snow, the stone has been sitting here for centuries, perhaps millenia. The road to the castle has been long forgotten, overgrown with hardy trees and covered in gravel, yet not impossible to make out. What little remains of the massive gates has long ago succumbed to the elements, one door half open, the other lying on the floor. The wind lives here, having made a home in every nook and cranny of the stonework.

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Inside, the dark entrance hall leads to the only source of light far ahead: the main hall. The image here is unexpected: lush greens where one would expect lifeless marble, running water where one would expect ice. Nothing but the wind betrays the silence, no light but the sun shines in this place. In the center of the hall is a large central staircase with a central door at the top of the stairs. Three statues surround it: two guardians on either side, swords in their grasp. One stands taller and more impressive above the door, yet does not carry a weapon. The statues of a long lost elven culture, their forms sleek and elegant, yet crude and powerful.

The remains of a large feast litter the floor, broken tables and benches splintered amongst the grass. Mugs, bottles and empty caskets all appear to be in perfect condition, preserved as the day they emptied. A single cloak lies in tatters on the first step of the stairs.

The air is dry and pleasantly warm unaffected by the holes and windows in the walls and ceiling. Cold gusts of wind that howl in the front of the castle dissipate as soon as they reach the main hall, not a single vine or grass sprite moved by their force.

A single ruby, the size of a man's head, is embedded in the chest of the main elven statue, beaming with light that seems to come from within. The glow intensifies until the whole ruby glows bright red. Moments later, a bright flash erupts and the ruby fades. Below the statue, in front of the door, several bodies lay, unharmed, but asleep.