Completed Whispers at the Westwatch Tower

Kynier needs a break from living with several kelvics and takes to an abandoned building to relax.

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Whispers at the Westwatch Tower

Postby Kynier on August 10th, 2018, 12:05 am

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47th of Summer 518 A.V. 6th Bell


Syna was only just starting to peer over the horizon by the time Kynier walked out of the city’s limits heading west. A mile ahead of him stood the Westwatch Tower. With no actual government in control the two watchtowers stood without purpose. Kynier expected them to be abandoned, making them an isolated, quiet place for the task he had given himself that day. Having spent several days now surrounded by kelvics and the constant need for connection, Kynier felt the need for a break from it. All of them were nice, but he still wasn’t used to all the interaction. One day to unwind from it should be plenty to keep him from having an unnecessary outburst.

There was something else he had noticed about the Midnight Gem during his stay. There was very little to no decoration. Granted, while he lived alone there had been no thoughts applied to interior design. But his old home only ever had four visitors. One was dead, two had died there, and the last had, in a way, rescued him from that life. Kynier suspected that the kelvics’ social natures would lead to having guests over and frequently. So he elected to make a drawing to decorate at least one of the walls. While his sketch of the café and Tove was still incomplete, that was more for him and exercising his growing talent.

Kynier approached the short watchtower in his brown shirt, dark green vest, dark pants, and dark high boots. Cold Iron short sword on his left hip, dagger on the right, and an assassin’s dagger tucked away in his boot. A pack was slung over his shoulder with his artisan’s kit and a stand to hold the canvas. His intention was to find a high window that over looked the city and capture the landscape. The drawing would probably take all day so he had brought with him some fruits and nuts to eat as well as a full water skin of water that was actually clean. By the gods, he had almost forgotten what it was like to drink clean water.

After crossing the last mile Kynier stood at the base of the tower. It wasn’t an impressive sight at all and barely stood any taller than most of the Sunberth structures. He shook his head disapprovingly. This may not provide the view he had hoped for. Regardless, he was here and may as well see what he had to work with. Kynier entered the old stone structure. Dark gray rocks that had been piled and mortared were slick with the humidity of the summer. It hadn’t rained in days but the air smelled musky inside. Kynier spent half a bell roaming around the interior before he found his way to a window that stood facing the east.

The overview of the city held his breath in the early light. Despite being a collection of petching khur-vas huddled inside precious piles of rubble, from afar the horrors within were less apparent. Kynier gave it an approving nod and began to set up for the day. After a few chimes the stand was unfolded and standing. Kynier set a canvas on its ledge and took out a fresh stick of charcoal. He looked out the window and thought on where he should begin. He decided to stick with the method that had worked well for him in the past. Begin with the foreground. Kynier set the charcoal to the lower region of the canvas and began making light strokes across the surface. Beginning the first of many structures that he would capture the essence of.
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Whispers at the Westwatch Tower

Postby Kynier on August 12th, 2018, 2:01 am

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The hum of the wind and the scrapping of charcoal on canvass were the only sounds to be heard. Kynier made the square like shapes of the buildings that lay before him. Adding their finer details after establishing its presence in his work. Building by building he formed the city, until the rooftops became a blurred mixture and lacked the detail for individuality. With the exception of the Temple of the Unknown and a few other structures that stood taller than the rest. When that was done he moved to the northern edge to begin including the park.

Bells passed as the length of his charcoal diminished, vanished, and was replaced by a new stick. Kynier had missed the quiet. His old home would have the marketing calls of filth ridden whores outside the window at times, but it was still quieter than the Midnight Gem when half the residents were present. Though, Kynier couldn’t say which he preferred more. While he was adjusting to the new circumstances, there were aspects about it he would never want to part with. It would take time, but eventually he’d probably grow accustomed. He hoped.

There was a strange sound that gave his hand pause. Frozen still Kynier listened for another occurrence. Nothing. Kynier shrugged and continued forming the scene before him. Then he heard another sound and turned. It was a voice. Kynier lightly padded closer to the doorway and strained his ears to listen. There were two voices. But who would be here?

“But the Daggerhand will surely gain influence over the some of the minor merchants. If that happens then they’ll strike fear into the hearts of the city.”

“Only those that’re spectators to the fight. The placement of the five Sun Birth Wardens at Dovecote was just theatrical display. An attempt to appear tough in front of the city. Not an actual act of aggression against the Night Eyes.”

After nearly three years, Kynier had found something on the Night Eyes that was more than hearsay. While the fact that they claimed the Riverside district as their own, there was little else to be said about the mysterious gang. They had not icons or brands, which helped make them very elusive. For years now they had been a thorn in the side of the other gangs, mainly the Daggerhand. The mage’s blood began to pound in his ears with excitement, but the voices were growing closer. Kynier skulked back over to his drawing and pretended to resume the activity.

“The show must go on, regardless,” the second voice said very near. “Crow is planning…”

The voice stopped after having clearly entered the room. Slowly Kynier turned around to see the two who had been conversing. As he circled slowly he made sure to keep his hands visible. The two figures were standing in the doorway, wearing hoods that concealed their features. All Kynier could tell was that it was a man and a woman based of their body shapes. Curiosly, the two of them were just standing there, watching him. Kynier arched an eyebrow. That’s interesting.

The mage tried to think of something to say or do. First contact with the third and final of the major gangs of the city. Unlike the other two he had not made any first impressions yet. But he was now undecided if the Night Eyes would make decent allies like he had thought years ago. Yet they had developed some sort of network. One subtle enough to keep them out of the general public’s view. Kynier also wanted to know who this “Crow” was. Was Crow the leader, or just a prominent figure to the Night Eyes?

“I didn’t expect to find anyone else here,” Kynier said to break the silence. The two of them were not going to attack him, otherwise they would’ve already. Kynier lowered his hands. For a moment he considered the two figures. They must have been weighing him in their thoughts. Kynier doubted he could pretend to be a new initiate. The hoods gave the impression that that wouldn’t work at all. So instead he thought more on their conversation. Dumping bodies at the Night Eye’s doorstep. Was a display of bravado? That didn’t seem right.

“Five dead wardens. Sounds like a warning to the Night Eyes, more than a tough display for the rest of the city, if my opinion were to be asked.” Kynier waited in silence for their reaction. A hand hung at his side but was ready to draw his short sword should they take hostile action. If they did, he was going to be cornered with no means of escape. Damn. This wasn’t as relaxing as he hoped it was going to be.
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Whispers at the Westwatch Tower

Postby Kynier on September 2nd, 2018, 1:39 am

Grades!


Skill Rewards
  • Detection +1
  • Drawing +2
  • Socialization +1

Lores Learned
  • Location: Westwatch Tower
  • Night Eyes: Use the Westwatch Tower for something
  • Night Eyes: Think placing the 5 Wardens was a theatrical display
  • Crow: Someone important in the Night Eyes
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