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Location:  Watch Tower 1 (C22)

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DM
GM, 297 posts
Sat 28 May 2016
at 08:34
  • msg #1

Location:  Watch Tower 1 (C22)

Adoven, Bai, Rook, Aris’ta, Pipre and Zorah have been assigned to this tower.

Inside the tower it is about 15ft square, taking the log construction walls into account.  It has a rough ceiling about 20ft up and a doorways made of canvas -  although that should be enough to keep most of the weather out.  The only furnishings are six thin mattresses.

The tower has had a floor added half way up, dividing the tower in two,  and the upper corner has been planked across.  The upper room is about 15ft square and about 10ft to the 'ceiling' and is accesses via a ladder from the ground floor.  The ground floor room is also 15ft square and has a canvas door leading outside.   The walls are still rough wood and the only furnishings are five thin mattresses.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:08, Sat 10 Sept 2016.
Rook Sanderson
player, 94 posts
Old Deadeye's Boy
Wed 1 Jun 2016
at 04:45
  • msg #2

Location:  Watch Tower 1 (C22)

> Graveyard

The young man's movements through the outpost had slowed considerably. After returning the pick to its proper place, he meandered his way back to the tower he'd been assigned. He wasn't in any rush to get back to it, but he didn't have anywhere else he needed to be. With the darkness approaching quickly, there wasn't much else he could do. Besides, there was plenty to think about before sleep.

Like how the inside of a tower could feel as crowded as the interior to an entire outpost. He went inside the building and saw the thin mattresses all spread out. At least it would stay a little warm in here with everyone's proximity. Rook touched his holy symbol again, once more calling forth divine illumination. He wound his way through the maze of things to find one of the corners with equipment piled in it. He retrieved his bag and knelt down, removing from inside a bundled up hammock. He hung the canvas from the walls as they closed in around the corner, fastening it tightly with hardware he packed inside the hammock.

After assuring its security, the cleric removed his boots and gingerly loaded himself into it with his bedroll. He relaxed with a groan, stretching out and allowing his body to finally rest.
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