A powerful wizard emerged from the darkness designed a tower to differentiate themselves from the other wizards, wizards of fruit, friendship, neighbourhood or next door. They cast a partial specification that stirred anger in other wizards but gave away a bag of spell tricks for free to the carpenters. Quirks such as only wood from the initial wizard's forest fitting the door frames correctly, or occasionally the height of the tower obscured by the blue sky, were fixed over the years.
As time went by, various other wizards devised new but still similar with variations on visual appearance and potion specifications, or even giving away wind chimes so visiting the forest to hunt song birds was no longer necessary, or imposed medusa-like speaking curses so that only those in the villages following them could use a mutually understandable tongue, locking out others for security, but resulting in many wars of flame.
As wizards are a vain lot, they employed wordsmiths to spread messages of lore when they added an extension to their tower. Sometimes they step too far, for example one wizard long long ago started living in a collection of fields, but this was too flat for even the townsfolk. They moved back into their old tower, sulkingly changing the entrance door to a doormat and fiddled with rivet shapes 11 times.
And as it was, so it will continue to be. Wizards will continue to live in towers that are minor iterations of each other, all imitations of The Mother Of All Towers from times long ago that only stories are told of.
As time went by, various other wizards devised new but still similar with variations on visual appearance and potion specifications, or even giving away wind chimes so visiting the forest to hunt song birds was no longer necessary, or imposed medusa-like speaking curses so that only those in the villages following them could use a mutually understandable tongue, locking out others for security, but resulting in many wars of flame.
As wizards are a vain lot, they employed wordsmiths to spread messages of lore when they added an extension to their tower. Sometimes they step too far, for example one wizard long long ago started living in a collection of fields, but this was too flat for even the townsfolk. They moved back into their old tower, sulkingly changing the entrance door to a doormat and fiddled with rivet shapes 11 times.
And as it was, so it will continue to be. Wizards will continue to live in towers that are minor iterations of each other, all imitations of The Mother Of All Towers from times long ago that only stories are told of.