Keleson’s Tor stands on a crag northeast of Endamos Keep, overlooking several farmsteads, a few of them abandoned. Once part of an old keep, it now stands alone amid heaps of rubble and fields of scrub. Nearby homesteaders give the tower a wide berth, fearful of any neglected magics that may lie within.

Legends say that Keleson was a wizard of some note a few centuries ago, a specialist in abjuration, the magic of defense. The bards sing of his battle with Ix’atl’phn in the southern reaches of the Shadesh Waste, a duel of psionics and magic that ended with the Abjurer victorious, but with his mind shredded. He falls out of the tales then, surfacing in fragments of lore as a key-bearing madman, releasing prisoners and heroes in an attempt to find the right lock.

The tower itself is large, with many rooms, including a workshop, alchemical laboratory, several bedrooms for guests, apprentices, and one for the master magus himself. The crypt beneath the tower includes a room lined with lead, proof against scrying and magical detection, and the library has long since fallen to ruins. The ancient book repository is home to a curious feature, though. An immaculately preserved oak door stands in its centre, connected to nothing and leading to nowhere. It is locked.

A person might take possession of the tower, but there are some challenges they would face.

• The roof of the top floor has entirely caved in under the weight of time and the elements. Beams and stones have crushed old furniture to splinters, and birds now make their home along the tops of the ramparts. A strong person might clear the stones themselves and rebuild the roof, while someone magically inclined might whisk them away with spells.

• The old alchemy lab is filled with decayed and volatile chemicals, the air itself tinted orange and filled with a noxious smell. A clever person might research the necessary disposal methods and restore the laboratory to its original use, while a reckless person might toss in a jar of Alchemist’s Fire and congratulate themselves on their new sun room.
  
  
  After spending an inordinately long time spent using her trap finding abilities, spot, listen and disable device multiple times just to be on the safe side, Asanja finally, tentatively pushes open the door to the alchemy lab, and peers into the dusty depths. The flasks and bottles she can see have a thick film of dust, and the one she gently rubs her finger over appears to be empty, the contents long since dried up. Before moving further into the room, she retrieves a lamp, making sure the casing is tight and can’t accidentally set anything on fire, and a large bucket of water, so she can wash down the equipment and table tops.
  
  At the end of a long day cleaning and scanning through a book she found for the correct way to dispose of certain chemicals that hadn’t evaporated over time, Asanja finally emerged from her newly cleaned lab, hair darkened with dust and grime, clothes covered in stains, a few of which glowed and changed colour, lugging her bucket of filthy water with her.
  
  She wasn’t entirely sure what she would use this newly-restored lab for, but she knew that first she had to go on a shopping trip. She sighed; she hated shopping.

• The crypt beneath the tower is cursed, afflicting anyone who descends the stairs with terrible confusion, sometimes trapping them for hours. No doubt a trap to keep thieves from the towers long-emptied vault, unless one knew the passphrase. A clever person might consult the legends to learn the password, turning the curse to their own purposes, while the more magically inclined might simply dispel it with a Remove Curse spell.

• An antique garderobe in the apprentice quarters has miraculously survived the ravages of time. Careful inspection reveals a liberal seal of wards cast on it. What’s worse, it seems to be haunted, the incoherent ghost wailing deep into the evening, chilling the hearts of all who hear it. A priest might perform an exorcism, putting the ghost to rest and destroying the wardrobe. A clever person might unravel the spirit’s past, giving it a proper burial and ushering it to the afterlife.

• A carrion crawler has taken up residence in the privy, feeding on ancient filth and the mice of the tower. Its paralytic maw greets any and all who answer the call of nature. A brave person might fight it and defeat it, making the toilet safe for one and all, while a cunning person might learn its favourite food and bait it, luring it into the woods and away from its home.
  
  
  Using an anti-paralytic grease from town, the rotting corpse of a baby pig, and some small, iron grating, Elias is able to lure the carrion crawler from it’s hiding place between the rocks into the open. He briefly battles with it, taking some hits from it’s stingers (that are weakened by the grease), but is ultimately able to force it up the wall and back out the way it came. Once it’s out, Elias seals up the hole with the grating he created at the forge, and proceeds to set fire to the various mounds of rot and waste, scouring and cleaning the room as he goes in hopes that it will no longer be a suitable habitat for the creature.

• The third floor is warded with a Symbol of Sleep, ushering all who intrude into a deep slumber. It’s unclear if it’s a trap to stop thieves or merely a method of soothing insomniac guests. Either way, it’s an issue. A magically inclined person might launch a powerful Dispel Magic to be rid of it, while a more dextrous individual might locate and disable the runes themselves with the Disable Device skill.

• A great deal of stigma surrounds the Tor. The townsfolk fear it, having heard the wailing at night. A few young lovers, seeking a place for a tryst, have fallen victim to its traps, and more than one unwary shepherd has fed the beast in the privy during a long watch. A charismatic person might convince the townsfolk that the tower is safe now, guarded by warriors and mages, while a strong or wise person might build a rapport with the homesteaders, helping them raise a barn near the tower as an act of good faith.
  
  
  Unshaping his Soulmelds, Kell makes his way to talk to the townsfolk. While initially mistrusted due to his appearance, his openness and honesty soon relax the townspeople enough for him to get to the heart of the matter. “I have come to let you know that the Tor is currently being cleaned out of the dangers that have been plaguing this region for so long” he says. “A group of adventurers, including a pair of Taer’Sulei, have decided to take up residence there, and help bring stability to the area. Among those moving in is Lucy Kincaid. She is a blacksmith who apprenticed under Elias Blackthorne at Endamos Keep. We will be setting up a smithy for her, so you will be able to get what you need without travelling as far.” After delivering his message and getting the thanks of the townsfolk, Kell makes his way back to Keleson’s Tor. Hopefully the others will be almost done clearing out the dangers.