Watchers of the Heavens Below

       In the Mountain Cross area, a wizard from far away has offered services to our Watchers by resurrecting them to their bodies after death back in the city or at our guild island safe and sound as if nothing bad had ever happened!        Each and every one of us met up with him and went through some rituals as he marked us with a rune tattooed into our skin to increase the chances of our resurrection should it be needed in order to save us. He had explained how the true source was actually time moving backwards and that in every moment time travel was occurring because of gravity and something very far below us rubber-banding our energy back to us just a bit to the west of our bodies every second. He also said that the Oracle was expecting to meet those who have never met her someday so that she could share the knowledge of everything with them and something about an orb which would need to be understood someday by each and every one of us.        Magic is a mysterious force and

       The Watchers have had some trouble since the Iron Heels speakeasy dealings with those from the House of the Cock who have been most uncooperative with our requests to release their chickens no matter what we offer them.        It all started one day when our spy was found dead and stripped of all clothing and covered with feathers indicating trouble from the House of the Cock, once again. All over the area, posters appeared which were held up by things that our dead spy wore and used such as a family knife or barbed arrowhead. The postings promised retribution and a stop to their guild offering a good reward for the head Watcher. There was no need to have a signature as it was obvious who made the bounty but it was signed Henry the Bald at the bottom... letting them know that this man was on their side.        A fat ruddy man known as the Balding Bishop formed an alliance with the House of the Cock and promised to help put a stop to the Watchers of the Heavens Below. He was st

       Through one of the Watcher's contacts working for the city officials we found a speakeasy to open up for private parties, illegal blackmarket get-togethers, and an underground dueling competition done for money to gain more respect among the people.        For the last week the Watchers have been able to establish quite a holding in the scene among those who are street smart and have the most knowledge or contacts which will be helpful to us in the future. The hours of the establishment are from dusk till dawn and the main secret entrance is through an Inn by the name of the Iron Boot. Travelers and traders from all over Caerlon, Lymhurst, Thetford, and the residents of Fort Sterling make up the audience and most are willing to pay a pretty penny for things that cannot be found elsewhere.        Every night for about an hour or maybe a half, a singer or bard sometimes along with a band put on quite a performance giving the attendants something to dance to or just to tap th

       Off of the coast of Fort Sterling in between the Above and the Below... the Watchers of the Heavens Above have occupied a very small island and build their headquarters on it from scratch, shipping the blocks all the way from Bridgewatch as the return rate for refining materials made it cheaper from there.        Those in Bridgewatch were able to contact the son of the Fort Sterling Vampire and set up a discreet meeting with him after determining that he was not part of anything of malicious intent. He agreed to help us uncover more of the operation in the future should we ever need him for anything while his wife made some very tasty biscuits. He had also given us a few suspicious people's description in the Caerlon and Fort Sterling area who are very active within the cult and have previously given him very bad vibes.        Goth Chick, someone who hides her real name from fear of someone getting to some of her cousins who live in the below, is the lead Crone of the Fo

       We have found a very important lead thanks to our Watcher who has been undercover finding out everything in the underground culture surrounded by drug use, prostitution, and private social gatherings. She used her good looks and charm to make her way in well past security and beyond acceptance in the most coveted gathering of people there, as she was able to give a certain look with appropriate timing as she shook her breasts with a wink to gain favor of every male among them. Cleverly came up with an excuse as to why she was unable to please anyone immediately saying that she already had a lover and that it was another woman who had to approve everyone who were to touch her in the future. The plan worked more than expected as the males tried to show no signs of it but did their best to win her favor. To avoid the rise of suspicion she took part in the hashish passed around, drank a mixture from wormwood, and had rubbed various oils into her skin and gums to counter some of the

       Many markets of Fort Sterling have refused to release their chickens from the small cages and despite the beautiful song as well as the extra prayers and efforts, many people have spread the Tickle throughout the land. Since it seemed to originate from Fort Sterling this time around we were sent there to investigate further to be sure that it was the mistreatment of the chickens causing the spread of the Tickle and not something that we had over-looked.        Birds are unlike other creatures and when eaten, those nearby who are free often fly away and then return later so this is what we suspect is the cause of the Tickle and for the most people they remember their sickness started with their last bite of the flesh from a bird and if its not the flesh than its an egg as if they belonged in the skies before anything else. Their eyes are needed for the skies and it is believed in our mythology that they were on land before everything else which came later from the sea.