Fall of the Watchers... so much for the Heavens?!

Many years have passed and the Watchers of the Heavens Above slowly died off faster than they were able to recruit new people and keep it going... only the bravest of the brave dare join the guild at this point! Goth Chick is recruiting but has taken things lightly... almost ditched being a watcher altogether for a career as a bard with dreams of helping others and saving the world with secret surprise shows for people who are deserving... she packs her things and keeps trading, runs the speakeasy, but as far as the "Watchers of the Heavens Below" she has been unable to find help with leadership of the guild so things naturally have fallen... please help Goth Chick get back on her feet and take back from the Heavens what should be rightfully hers! Her homeland!

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Crone of Mountain Cross

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Watchers of the Heavens Below