Sounds from the Ringwood.

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For those who have passed the Ringwood woods in the later hours of the former night. A strange sound emanated within it's western parts. A rumbling roar of stone, forced to twist and bend by hands unknown. Tremors, albeit light ones, were soon to follow in its wake.
The activity lasted for four consecutive hours during the very depth of night. The walking dead, in their nightly state of frenzied hunger, growled and moaned over these inexplicable stimuli.

The activity ended as soon as it came, and silence returned to the woods. Yet following these events, there was a laughter. A dark laughter of a charming male voice. Or was it simply an aberration in the wind? Perhaps the chorus of the dead. Only time would tell.

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Two weeks passed since the sounds from Ringwood came.
The master of the tower within, Balthasar, has been sighted roaming the island during this period. Usually lumbering around with half-broken regal looking furniture, or damaged works of arts that used to be priceless in a forgotten era, all salvaged from estates or castles dotting Siranda.

He would move these items over land, having a large bear of the woodland wilds dragging forth a wheel cart. Whatever they are for, one thing is certain: That all of it ends up in Ringwood Tower.

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Rumors spread, about mysterious crystals emerging in the cave next to Ringwood Tower.
The many crystal spires, of which each resonates with a unique humming, seem to form a constant chorus that echoes down the mineshafts.

When touched by great force or magic, they seem to respond violatile. They explode into a silver, fiery hailstorm of shards whenever their structure is harmed.

What could these crystals possibly be for?