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by waysoftheearth » Wed Oct 15, 2014 11:40 pm
Highbough (and Beringar)
The abbey seems quiet. It is getting on toward the later part of the afternoon, and the sky is a motley of dun and ocher tinged clouds labouring westward ahead of a restless wind.
The burned and broken yard is already half filled with lengthening shadow so that the upper portion of the bell tower seems bright and alabaster where it rises into the direct sunlight. Highbough climbs the narrow chimney in it with some effect, to eventually emerge in the little cupola platform that houses the bell. It's a 6ft square crow's nest with a tiled pyramid roof suspended over it on four legs.
Highbough inhales the fresh air with deep appreciation as he surveys the abbey and all the lands around from his vantage... he spies no moving thing within bow shot nor march of the abbey. 'Tis peaceful, even. The hinterlands are a patchwork of rocky outcroppings and thatchy steppes, rising ever higher into the east where--far off--Highbough knows the iron gates of Hezmog await...
To the west and north the lands spill out into rolling grasslands and broad meadows. In the more westerly direction lies Ket--invisible from here even to Elvish eyes-- and more north-westerly lies Wildwood; nothing more than a blue-green haze on the horizon from here.
It all seems safe and serene for now. But evening will come in a few hours, followed by night. What then, by night?
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]