The toswer is administered by the Watchguard. A strange race of dog-like beings who continually run around as if the world would collapse without their every manipulation. And perhaps it would. For they do everything in the tower. They repair it, maintain the strucure, which always seems to be in a state of constant disrepair; they are the janitors, maintenance, and the guides. The tower is a dimensional nexus that is liked to Phase World and to Earth via permanent gateways located in it's lobby. These gates will only passa being roughly the size of a human, shapeshifted or otherwise. And, although I was told this had been tried in ages past, no supernatural intelligence has managed to take over the tower to date.
The Tower is inhabited by all manner of creatures, ranging from humans, to neutrally hostile Xititicx, to dragons like myself, and even a few renegade Wormwood residents have transferred to the Tower. Each floor is a completely different environment, and the floors themselves seem impregnable. I witnessed a team of humans set up a railgun and fire a full auto burst from it at the ceiling of the floor they were on. The projectiles went into the surface, but no hole was left by their passage. Of course the wWatchguard wasthere allmost immediately, yapping at the humans and everbody else until we vacated the area, whence they began to effect repairs of the unknown nature they always seem to be doing.
Return to indexHTMLized by TC Morrison tcmom@c130.aone.net.au