⛯⇏ An imposing tower stands tall and proud at the summit of the snow-capped mountain range, its dark black stone walls a stark contrast to the brilliant white landscape that surrounded it. The tower's peak is crowned with a fiery red spire that pierces the sky. The tower's imposing silhouette is dotted with intricate carvings and symbols, etched into the stone in a language that only Ancient Beings could decipher. As the wind howled through the mountain pass, the tower seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, as if it were a sentinel guarding secrets and mysteries hidden within its ancient stones. You enter it, feeling the air warm and your heart calm. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ The interior of the black and red tower was a cavernous, dimly lit space with a sense of foreboding intensity. The walls, adorned with intricate carvings of twisted dragons and serpents, seemed to press in on the occupant, casting long, ominous shadows. In the center of the room, a pure black throne sat atop a dais, upon which a solitary figure sat with an air of regal authority. The man's piercing red gaze was fixed on some distant point, his strong jawline set in a determined expression. At his side lay a magnificent sword, its blade etched with golden runes and its hilt shimmering with silver filigree, unsheathed and leaning against his armored legs. Armed in red and black armor, the man wears a red and black jacket over it, the hood drawn behind his head. On his neck is a silver neck guard, a red pendant just below it. His short black hair shifts ever so slightly as he looks down upon you. His voice, melodious and deep, rings throughout the tower. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ Welcome, to the Tower of Souls, situated deep in the Eiravyn Mountains, in the domain of Nyx, my faithful Vampire. Here the other 14 False Souls gather to hear and heed my orders, as well as to continue their servitude. I am Ancelm, the False God, the False Ruler, once the ruler of the Kingdom of Valdr 300 years ago. Welcome, my dear mortal, to my resting place." ⇍☽