The entire group moved their way into the entry room at the base of the tower. There were sculptures everywhere carved from a stone that seemed similar to ice in both touch and sight, but could not be melted. There was a sculpture of a human man brandishing a sword, another of a sleeping katzheer, and another of a baby frost troll, holding its arm up defensively. The entire room was lit by candles, and a massive candelabra hanging from the ceiling. The rugs on the floor, the paintings on the wall, all of Frigmount design. Svarak voiced the concern that seemed to be on everyone's mind, [color=fff200][b]"This storm is unnatural, and this tower is centered in it. I cannot believe that they are not connected somehow. Time is of the essence, so we need to find out what is causing it, be it this ice wizard Rilana heard rumors of, or something else."[/b][/color] He'd leave the sorting the details out for Envoy Rilana. 

As the group was talking, there was a pained screech from outside, one that Chartrose would recognize only as Tricia. Quick inspection would see a thin layer of ice forming all over Tricia's exposed hide, and was visibly thickening as they looked on. She was thrashing slowly, ice breaking off, but it was growing over her faster than she could stop it. Blankets would do no good, and fire would only slow it in small areas. Soon the cold caused her to collapse as her body began to drift into a frigid slumber. It became clear that she had very little time left especially if left outside. If dragged inside, the growth of the ice would slow, but never cease. Eventually she looked Chartrose in the eye, letting loose one last pained, sluggish screech before slipping into unconsciousness. Rilana and the Homunculus medic would be able to tell that she was still alive, but growing weaker and weaker. 

Alya, on the other hand, would hear the ice giving off a song, it was dark, and cold, but still beautiful. The song coming off the magical ice seemed to drift through the upward stair well to the upper floors. She was starting to realize that her own magic seemed to make it possible to hear any other magic currently active. Svarak gave the creature a pitying look, before heading for the downward set of stairs. The unranked knights were more interested in staying at ground level, while Drisceya would offer to join anyone who took the upward stairs. 

The next several floors upward would show many more realistic sculptures of that strange ice-stone and Frigmount adornments. Eventually there wouldn't be an obvious signs of an upward stairwell and only a door that was locked. The room was colder, for the windows were open, long icicles hanging from them. There were no statues in this room, no adornments, just snow, ice, and the door. The door was a thick, heavy metal, and clearly wouldn't be broken down. Drisceya pulled out her lock picks and went to work on the oddly wide and circular keyhole. But this was quickly realized to be futile, [color=bc8dbf][b]"There's no pins in the lock to pick."[/b][/color] Eventually it would be seen on the wall next to the door, in the Fey language, a message that when translated said, [b][color=a187be]"Flowers may die, but keys will always grow." [/color][/b]

The downward stairs led to no floors, but rather just wound deeper and deeper into the ground before stopping at the bottom of an open cavern. Svarak could be seen peering into a dark, deep hole, several stone throws across. At the bottom of it was a brilliantly blue [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/ebonfort/images/a/ae/Blue.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160116034148]dragon[/url], seemingly asleep. Any attempt to contact or wake the dragon would only trigger one thing. Several slices of the cavern walls would slide back and dozens of [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/ebonfort/images/6/6f/Ice_Elemental.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160116034127]creatures[/url] poured out. They began moving aggressively toward Svarak and any others that had come down, already blocking the stairwell back up. Many had blades of ice as arms, other had hammers. They stood at half the height of Svarak, but seemed to be working in unison as they unleashed a volley of ice shards at them. Svarak leapt nimbly out of the way, drawing his Null Shard Greatsword, and slicing several in half in a single motion. But still, more came.