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A Plot Objective in The Last Knights event. Yrmelln has arrived in Storm's Edge and is making herself at home in a watchtower.

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Lookout from the Towers

Sat Feb 15, 2020 10:11 am

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Lookout from the Towers
4th Cylus 720 at Storms Edge

Yrmellyn Cole was worthless at direct battle but she hoped she would be able to support the defenders of Storm’s Edge with information and early warnings. Her general ability to detect things was well developed due to her job as a painter. In addition, there was the magic she hardly ever used, attunement. Yrmellyn had never wanted to let the magic get the better of her and rule her and so her ability was not impressive but it was still magic and it might be useful.

There was also another thing Yrmellyn might do. As an artist she would be able to sometimes add sketches to the verbal information she would send down from the tower. She was equipped with paper, drawing tools, colours she might need, turpentine ... some might find counterproductive to bring turpentine to battle against fire monsters, but the painter had no qualms. She was armed with a blade, but it was ages since Yanahalqah had taught her the basics about how to carry it and use it. She hadn’t practised. Yrmellyn wasn’t the type. It was the same with her crossbow pistol. She carried it and that was all. The telescope would probably be more useful for her task. The barrel of water too, maybe.

Attunement ... to be honest, she was rusty like ... but she wasn’t the kind of mage who used magic much. If you asked her, the magic could as well be seen as a curse as a benefit. But, now I was about Rharne’s existence. It was her home town where she had been born and raised. The time had come to put the magic to use. For good or for bad? Time would tell. Yrmellyn knew how to pick up notes and frequencies, seek out and examine things by dousing for them, expand her awareness and interpret multiple modes of information. Although she was painfully aware that she wasn’t able to do as much as if she had been training frequently in the past, she would do what she could do.

She would stay in the tower as outlook so she could keep looking out. They had assigned errand runners to bring the information down to other people. Yrmellyn didn’t know them and there was little time for getting acquainted. She had no idea what their names were. It was possible that she would learn them but for now, she only called them “boy” or “girl”. That was the shortest and simplest thing to call them and it could be best to not waste time.
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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Sun Feb 16, 2020 6:07 pm

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Some knights turned up, carrying barrels. They weren't done equipping the towers yet. Yrmellyn watched them pile up the barrels against one inner wall of the tower. They weren't so big those barrels. After looking at each other the knights suggested that Yrmellyn would take part in the work.

"Stack'em on top of each other."

I sounded like an order, not a polite request. Yrmellyn shrugged. "Sure..."

Hard work followed. The knights had formed a chain and the barrels kept arriving up the stairs and into the top space of the tower. Yrmellyn was sure it was efficient but it didn't take so long time before she felt tired sweaty and weak. Each barrel wasn't super heavy but there were many of them. The repetitive lifting and stacking of them made her arms and shoulders ache a bit. She endured it without complaining but in secret, she hoped that it would soon be over. And the barrels did stop coming but instead, knights began to inspect a siege cauldron.

"What are you planning?" Yrmellyn didn't feel so comfortable with how the situation was developing. "I'm a lookout. I hope you don't expect me ..."

"Don't worry. We aren't expecting a civilian like you to operate the cauldron."

"Oh." She hesitated. "What's in the barrels?"

"Stuff. You don't need to bother with it."

"I hope you know that oil is flammable. Pouring hot oil on fire-beings doesn't seem like a good idea."

"Told you to not bother with it. But, yes, it would be dumb tactics to pour oil on the fire. We aren't going to do that."

Feeling only a wee bit less worried, Yrmellyn retreated to her lookout post. She took the telescope and watched out over the surroundings. There was nothing new to report, but she kept watching. By doing her own job she could avoid more labour which wasn't her real task here.

Her curiosity about the content of the barrels would have to wait until she got to be alone with them. She wasn't going to open them like some inexperienced mage apprentice dabbling with danger. But, she would try to get notes and frequencies and figure out what the content was. She guessed that it could be some kind of ... substance ... to dampen fire with?

Some archers came to have a look at the place. It seemed like the top of the tower would be more crowded than Yrmellyn had expected. Errand runners, knights, archers, a cauldron, barrels of unknown content ...

How long would her work shifts be? She assumed that there would be people to share the work with. No other volunteers had turned up yet. It was probable that the knights would do the lookout work themselves if she wasn't there.

She spent time watching a group of people fight froglike monsters on the ground. In the end, having defeated three monsters, a red-haired swordswoman had stayed at the now covered hole the monsters had crawled out from. The others, a blond healer, a middle-aged mage and a warrior-like man who had thrown a missile of ether had all rushed indoors.



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But, not long after this, the "missile man" had arrived in the top of the tower. His name was Mathias and it seemed like she wasn't all alone with the lookout work anymore. So far she hadn' t seen any differences in the ground. Different colours of grass and the like to show something has disturbed it. That was what he had told her they were expected to look for.

"Are you here to share the lookout work? Did you bring a telescope, Mathias?"

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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Wed Feb 19, 2020 12:45 am


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Mathias nodded and then suddenly shook his head in response to Cole's questions. He'd come to share the work but he hadn't brought a telescope because it had been a fairly sudden decision that he'd be helping as a lookout. He'd put on the ring to improve his eyesight but that wouldn't help the girl in the tower with him if she had needed a telescope. "Yes, I'm here to help. Vega sent me. Not sure if she is in charge but I figured there was no point in arguing. But no, I don't have a telescope." Mathias tried to quickly summarize the events that had lead to him being on watch duty rather than in the training field practicing more with his bow, which he had slung over his shoulder. He had a quiver with about a dozen arrows in it as well but he didn't expect to get much use out of it up in the watchtower.

It was unfortunate to hear that she hadn't seen any unusual patterns in the ground but Mathias would give the area a once over as well and make sure he didn't see anything that she missed... or at least he would whenever he got hold of a telescope which seemed much more like a necessity now that he realized how small everything seemed at the distance- even and perhaps especially with his compound eyes. Mathias turned and looked back the way he'd come.

He didn't want to go down the stairs again. He didn't want to endure that again and so he turned back to the woman who'd introduced herself as Cole. "Do you have an extra or should I go ask around down there?" He asked with a gesture toward the keep bellow them. He could live with needing to walk all the way down but the hope of a spare telescope stopped him from just going. Imagine the embarrassment that he'd have had to endure if he ran back down the stairs, got a telescope, and then come up to find out Cole had a spare after all! Yet who carried around two telescopes? You could not look through more than one at a time so why waste the storage space?
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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Wed Feb 19, 2020 5:18 pm

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No telescope! What kind of leader sends people to do work they aren’t properly equipped for? But, there’s nothing to win by sending Mathias down again and have him look for a telescope. Chances are that the people who are milling around in the aftermath of that nasty battle are so busy with their own tasks that they will point him around to all the wrong places. I’ll have to solve this myself...

The situation seemed a bit desperate. Yrmellyn took a radical decision. She was going give Mathias the telescope she had been using so he could take over the scanning of the ground by eyesight. It was a tough job in the darkness and it could be good to let him take over. Yrmellyn was going to do something else now, something she seldom did. Her magic, attunement, might allow her to find out things with her “special sense” instead of with her eyes. It could be worth a test.

“Here. Take mine. I’m getting tired. The risk is that I’m getting blind to changes. You maybe be better at detecting things, with fresh eyes.”

She handed him the telescope while she cautiously opened up and attuned to him only a wee bit.

Mathias. Another mage of some kind. His frequency. Mathias.

The frequency of Mathias, his unique personal presence in this world, held a plethora of notes. But, Yrmellyn didn’t begin to examine them. Every humanoid being was a complex compound of notes. She had no idea yet what the major notes of Mathias’s frequency might be. It would be dumb to lose herself in random investigations. Instead, the man's behaviour and his actions would tell her more about him. That would be enough.

She assumed that Mathias would accept the telescope and take over that part of the lookout job. Yrmellyn would turn her attention to the ground and begin to examine it by attunement. This wouldn’t prevent her from speaking with Mathias while they worked.

“Can you tell me any more details about those monsters? I saw them only from a distance. Are we looking for more holes they can come up from? I suppose that's what we are looking for?”
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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Wed Feb 19, 2020 5:50 pm


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Mathias was relieved he would not have to go all the way back down and up the stairs in order to get a telescope but he also felt a little bad that Cole had given away hers. Then again it had been her choice to do so and he couldn't blame himself for the choices of others, if he started doing that where would it get him? The great irony of the situation was that he wouldn't be nearly as useful at detecting anything with the telescope in the dark night. At least he knew what he was looking for though, it was better than nothing. Mathias took the telescope in his hand with a silent nod to Cole to confirm that he'd take over the watching with his eyes though her words did little to change the fact that he would take some trills to adjust to looking through the telescope.

Yymellyn would probably notice that when Mathias first looked through the telescope, his head suddenly jut upwards, having apparently aimed it lower than he originally intended to. Then he pulled away and looked towards the ground, trying to figure out what he'd just looked at through the telescope. It was a bush- a completely normal bush, but Mathias couldn't see it without the telescope. Of course he couldn't... but he had hoped he would. When Cole asked her questions, Mathias looked through the telescope and did his best to answer them. "Well holes in the ground would probably be bad, yes, but the red-head said to look for discoloration in the ground or something. As for the beasts... well, they're bigger than they probably looked through this thing. Their teeth are too. I didn't really stick around to check them out after they were dead. Oh and their skin is harder than a training arrow... probably..."
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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Sat Feb 22, 2020 5:12 pm

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Yrmellyn watched her new colleague. When Mathias first looked through the telescope, his head jutted upwards. It seemed like he had been looking at the wrong thing and then realized the mistake. He pulled away in a haste and began to look at the ground below. Yrmellyn smiled, amused by his ... let’s call it inexperience with telescopes. Mathias continued to study the ground. She supposed that was a good thing. He might see things she had missed!

She braced herself. Now, she was going to do something she seldom wanted to do. But, her spark of attunement magic would love to get an opportunity to revel in. Magic! The poor spark had been at a tight leash ever since it had tried to make Yrmellyn become a flayer. She had withdrawn to the wilderness and fought her own magic. In the end, she had subjugated the spark and taken control of it with the power of her will. After this, she had been the ruler of her spark instead of the other way around.

It didn’t mean that she was immune to the anticipation the thought of using magic aroused in her. But, she also felt scared like a sober addict encountering their favourite drug. Would she use magic, really? The way she used it shaped her! There was no such thing as using magic without affecting herself in the process. It was a closed loop. What got around came around.

Yrmellyn didn’t take it lightly. She told herself that it would be for a good cause though. They were working to save Rharne. Right now, they were trying to defend Storm’s Edge keep from an attack by monsters. This was so not the time to be selfish and fret about how the use of magic might backlash on her. She would do it ... even though the thought of attuning to frog-like monsters with big teeth was disgusting.

She began by getting the frequency of what she hoped was a normal an uncomplicated patch of ground. It had looked void of oddities last time she had looked at it. She took in the frequency and after hesitating a bit she examined the notes she could discern. Wilted grass. Sand. Gravel. Stone. Stone. Stone. Stone ...

Her mutation, the enriched impressions drenched her in an avalanche of shades of grey and a feeling of massive immovable weight. The mutation was a pain sometimes and could slow her down at the most inconvenient times. She had to take a few trills to let the reaction abate. Trying to work against it would only lead to inner chaos. It had sounded so good once upon a time to be able to take in so many impressions and know so many things. Time and the mutation had told her some drawbacks.

Stone trough and trough. It seemed like she might have found a solid reference point. Now she would be able to gauge and examine other frequencies by comparing it to the reference. A few attempts told her that random testing of the ground was a bad strategy though. Soon she had six frequencies, all alike. It was taxing but told her nothing. She needed to do something else if she didn’t want to exhaust herself to no avail. Yrmellyn dropped the five frequencies she had picked up at random. She kept only the first one, the reference.

“Can you see anything of interest down there?” she asked Mathias while she braced herself for the next effort. It was possible that her voice sounded a bit strained as well as absentminded.

Yrmellyn decided to try and search for “deviations”. She would try to seek them out and if she managed to find any, she would attempt to examine them to see if they represented holes, dislocations, colour shifts, teeth ... or a monster.

Yrmellyn had forgotten what her mentor in attunement had called it. It was so long ago and to be honest she hadn’t always paid attention. She made a mental note to make an active effort to recall it all...but not right now. It was enough that she remembered that it was possible to search for things she wasn't attuned to yet. The name of the technique wasn’t needed for using it.

Holes. Dislocations. Colour shifts. Teeth. Monsters. Those and the reference point would make six frequencies. That was the limit for what she would be able to without harming herself. She would have to drop frequencies of anything else. Troublesome, cumbersome, tricky but what else could she do than try her best?

Yrmellyn made the first attempt to find a deviation from the reference frequency. She found one almost at once! It was very different from the frequency of stone! Exited, she began to examine the notes she could get from it. Sharp things, frail stuff, brushy branches, gnarled roots ... at this point she realized that she had found a bush. Worthless! She dropped that frequence.

“There’s a bush down there” she informed her colleague. “It’s a thorny thing with brittle and scrubby little branches. Don’t waste time on it! We need to look farther away from the tower.”

Whether her advice was good or bad was an open question.

It was dark out there. They needed more light. Leaning over the half-high wall of the tower top she yelled to the people on the ground to walk out with lanterns. Not sure if they had heard her or not, she sent one of the errand runners down to explain the situation. They could hope that they would get the support she had asked for! It was fully possible that what people down there wouldn't be able to detect would be more visible from above.
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Re: Lookout from the Towers #1

Wed Feb 26, 2020 8:05 pm


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4 Cylus 720 | Mathias Blackwood | Storm's Edge: Lookout Tower
While Cole tuned into the frequency of the ground, hearing the notes that it contained and gaining a further understanding of the magic within her, Mathias look at rocks. He saw some big rocks, he saw some small rocks. He saw rocks with stripes, he saw rocks with little bits of vegetation growing off them. You really could see much more with the telescope than the naked eye and Mathias's enchanted ring helped a little with the finer details of the rocks. Mathias laughed when Yrmellyn told him that there was a bush because he too hadn't found anything better. "How'd you see the bush? I have you magic eye stick." Mathias knew that was not what it was called but while he was in a jesting mood, he didn't care.

Then Yrmellyn called for men to walk out with lanterns and when no immediate response came she sent a runner down to deliver the message. "Are we sure that is a good idea? There could be something out there." But the runner had gone and so it was far too late for any doubts. Sure enough a few bits later some volunteers began to trek out into the Stormlands with torches and lanterns to illuminate the way for the spotters up high. The only immediate result of this for Mathias was that now not only did he get to see the rocks in finer detail, he also got to watch a few dozen volunteers walking around holding light sources.

At one point Mathias lowered the telescope from his eye and looked down at his hands. He'd made them glow brighter before by channeling ether into them. Perhaps he could do something similar now to help light the ground? No he could never produce a light that would reach so far. Not without more practice. So he said nothing of the idea and put the telescope back to his eye to watch the ground. "So what brought you to Storm's Edge, Cole? Duty? Bad friends? A horse?"
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Thu Feb 27, 2020 5:11 pm

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Yrmellyn was still ”dousing for something” but finding nothing, so far. Scanning the ground below was a cumbersome task. As it demanded her to be very systematic it also demanded a great deal of discipline.

She was on the verge of giving up, but finally, she made an observation. There was a difference in temperature in one spot which was free from snow and frost. At first, she had chalked it up to the whims of weather and wind. Now she connected with a frequency which differed from the reference.

She had found ... a hot spot!

As Yrmellyn wasn’t looking to exhaust herself by over-using magic she stopped dousing. It seemed like her colleague Mathias wanted to strike up a conversation. Good! She welcomed the break. When she heard his joke about what had brought her to Storm’s Edge she laughed.

“A horse!” Her eyes lit up with mirth. It was the kind of answer you could expect Yrmellyn Cole to relish. Mathias had opened for it. Nice guy! She always appreciated when people had humour. He seemed like a nice person! She felt compelled to joke back. It made her relax a bit. But, she withstood the temptation to continue joking, as it wasn’t the right time to get carried away having fun. The mere thought of the keep going under because the lookouts in the towers weren’t paying attention was enough to make her sober down.

“I’m here because I love Rharne,” she told him. “I’m a painter, an artist from Rharne, not the kind of warrior we would need in times like these. I will still help out with what I can.” Her tone was serious now, which was unusual for her but matched the unusual situation.

Should she say anything about her new finding? She wasn’t sure. It could seem wacky. It was best to think before speaking. She would mull over it while they spoke a bit to each other and then ... she would see,


“And you Mathias? What brought you here to Storm’s Edge? ”


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Sat Feb 29, 2020 5:41 pm


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Mathias smiled a small smile that was indicative of the largest smile he could muster these days. He was happy, genuinely but also shallowly, that Yrmellyn had enjoyed his small jest because it brought some relief to the tension that accompanied their role here- but he too couldn't let himself get distracted by the jokes and jovial times the two of them could create atop the watchtower. Mathias was no singer, musician, or storyteller, but he'd be damned to the Untold if he wouldn't try with a little liquid encouragement. Alas they had a duty to perform and when the small wave of amusement had given way to Yrmellyn actually answering the question, Mathias listened stoically.

When Yrmellyn said she was an artist Mathias's eyes lit up (not as literally as his glowing hands did though). "An artist?" He loved the arts that he had never sought to create. Music and painting were among his favorite arts. He thought theater was flawed because he believed strictly in situational comedy and he was certain that there was more than enough drama in the real world to make plays about murders and family tragedies pointless. He didn't know what to think of the man in Rharne who had shown him an upside down outhose and called it art. Actually he did know, it was ridiculous. That was not art, that was the product of a little too much wind. Yet people had flocked to him in amazement at how his idea pushed the boundaries... Mathias hated it because it didn't push any boundaries. What pushed boundaries was when Mathias had snuck into the man's house and burned his 'modern art' to the ground that night.

What stood out to Mathias as well was that she had claimed she came out of love of her nation. It was a nation Mathias was a visitor in and yet it drew the same kind of patriotism from everyone Mathias had asked thus far... except Karim who had been a frosty bastard about getting lied too. He had to admire that the artist had come all this way to do what she could, but it made him worry a little for the arts. If all Rharne's artists had come to Storm's Edge to defend it, they might all die there. He didn't voice that concern as he knew it would do nothing for the mood.

When the topic turned to Mathias he laughed slightly. "Survival? Bad choices?" Mathias admit "I wasn't born in Rharne and I don't exactly consider it home, but it has been a steady source of work and housing for a while now. My options were run when the Flameborn overrun Storm's Edge or try to stop them. I didn't want to run, so I came with some other volunteers."
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Wed Mar 04, 2020 7:02 pm

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Yrmellyn smiled. Mathias seemed like a pragmatic man. The reasons he had for being in a tower in a keep under attack seemed to be down to earth. Work and housing. That was what all people needed. She could understand that he hadn’t wanted to run from the city he had begun to settle into. It was good that he had volunteered to defend it.

“A reason as good as any. We all need to a place where we can make a living and a home. Being chased around the world is the worst choice. Travelling can be good when people choose it for other reasons, but not as a refugee.”

She looked at the ground again, as they were still on duty. People were walking around down there with their torches, but they were fewer now. She guessed that it was the cold that made them return indoors. Not that the keep was particularly warm and cosy. It was like the military keeps of stone often were. It was big, massive and impressive on the outside but stern, frugal and cold indoors. The fireplaces could only give so much warmth. The luxury factor was zero, at least in the parts of the keep she had seen.

She doused for that hot spot again. A source of warmth, although she didn’t know what it meant. The frequency was unknown to her. Was some mineral in the ground hotter than the surrounding areas? Or was there a warm underwater source deep down in the ground? What else could she have found by dousing for discrepancies? The body warmth of a big and evil froglike monster biding it’s time under the innocent-looking grass? An underground flame-born on its way to the keep?

Yrmellyn was now freezing so much that she wasn't able to focus and investigate any notes.

She stopped dousing. “Tell you what,” she said to Mathias. “There’s a spot of higher temperature out there. I have no idea what it may be, but I’m going down to report it myself. I can’t stand here much longer without getting frostbites. My feet feel numb. So, I’m going down and indoors for a bit and some of those ....” (she pointed at a group of newly arrived knights) “... can take over the lookout work. I guess they have planned work shifts. We volunteers seem to not be included ... maybe we will have to fix it ourselves lest we want to turn into frozen statues.”

With this, she asked Mathias if he would come along. Yrmellyn would go down regardless of his decision. She was freezing and in acute need of a warm fire and something hot to drink. After that she might - might - want to investigate that deviant spot on the ground. She wasn’t sure of it though. Other people took the decisions here.

For now, it would suffice to get a rest.

“You coming, Mathias?”
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