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<blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2663528" data-attributes="member: 24242">You both make your way back up the rocky slope and soon find yourself on the path in front of the Abbey again.&nbsp; The road slopes slightly downward as it winds its way north toward town, and back south past the Abbey and on up to the crest of the slope, upon which the now-darkened lighthouse sits, a dark sliver of charcoal grey stabbing upward against the bleak rainclouds that loomed over the island.&quot;Our mission is to establish a small grove dedicated to Gamael here on St. Germain,&quot; Romanna explained on the way down the road.&nbsp; &quot;I am to help my brother, Julien, in the rituals and dedications involved.&nbsp; The leader of our order hopes to have outposts on all of the Sunset Islands.&quot;Perhaps sensing an unasked question, she quickly adds, &quot;Our goal is not to build up a congregation of Gamaelians here - indeed, we would be hard-pressed to achieve such a lofty goal on this island, especially - but merely to confirm his presence, attest to his works.&nbsp; Even the followers of Surlamon realize that his watery realm is but a subset of Gamael's dominion.&quot;The road is easy, thanks to the downward slope of the hill, and within a half hour you've reached the outskirts of town.&nbsp; Most of the buildings here are all of similar design; simple, single-story stone edifices with heavy thatched roofs.&nbsp; Here and there a larger version of this same plan peeks out above the rest.&nbsp; Towering high above the entire scene is the watchtower, stretching some thirty feet up in the air on spindly wooden legs.&nbsp; You can just make out the three bells in the top of the tower, their well-polished brass offering some feeble reflection of the sun's faint glow.On the way into town, you pass a structure that seemed to have collapsed in upon itself, and down into the ground underneath it somewhat.&nbsp; Romanna points at it and says, &quot;Aye, that's the trouble with the buildings here.&nbsp; Due to the scarcity of building materials, most everyone builds out their dwellings underground.&nbsp; The above ground floor is used for storage, or livestock.&nbsp; The people live in the lower floors, where it's warm in the winter and cool in the summer.&nbsp; Course, if you get too much rain, or dig improperly, that's what happens.&quot;You pass under the watchful eye of the guards in the watchtower into the town proper.&nbsp; There is little activity due to the rain, but an occasional brave soul is seen on the streets.&nbsp; &quot;They'll be at The Sturgeon - an inn, down by the harbor.&nbsp; Come, this way.&quot;&nbsp; Romanna leads down a street heading west, where you can just make out the masts of a few fishing boats.&quot;So...&nbsp; Tell me about yourself, Pollock.&nbsp; Where are you from, and what order do you belong to?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lazlow, post: 2663528, member: 24242"] You both make your way back up the rocky slope and soon find yourself on the path in front of the Abbey again. The road slopes slightly downward as it winds its way north toward town, and back south past the Abbey and on up to the crest of the slope, upon which the now-darkened lighthouse sits, a dark sliver of charcoal grey stabbing upward against the bleak rainclouds that loomed over the island. [COLOR=Purple]"Our mission is to establish a small grove dedicated to Gamael here on St. Germain,"[/COLOR] Romanna explained on the way down the road. [COLOR=Purple]"I am to help my brother, Julien, in the rituals and dedications involved. The leader of our order hopes to have outposts on all of the Sunset Islands."[/color] Perhaps sensing an unasked question, she quickly adds, [color=Purple]"Our goal is not to build up a congregation of Gamaelians here - indeed, we would be hard-pressed to achieve such a lofty goal on [I]this[/I] island, especially - but merely to confirm his presence, attest to his works. Even the followers of Surlamon realize that his watery realm is but a subset of Gamael's dominion."[/COLOR] The road is easy, thanks to the downward slope of the hill, and within a half hour you've reached the outskirts of town. Most of the buildings here are all of similar design; simple, single-story stone edifices with heavy thatched roofs. Here and there a larger version of this same plan peeks out above the rest. Towering high above the entire scene is the watchtower, stretching some thirty feet up in the air on spindly wooden legs. You can just make out the three bells in the top of the tower, their well-polished brass offering some feeble reflection of the sun's faint glow. On the way into town, you pass a structure that seemed to have collapsed in upon itself, and down into the ground underneath it somewhat. Romanna points at it and says, [COLOR=DarkOrchid]"Aye, that's the trouble with the buildings here. Due to the scarcity of building materials, most everyone builds out their dwellings underground. The above ground floor is used for storage, or livestock. The people live in the lower floors, where it's warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Course, if you get too much rain, or dig improperly, that's what happens."[/COLOR] You pass under the watchful eye of the guards in the watchtower into the town proper. There is little activity due to the rain, but an occasional brave soul is seen on the streets. [COLOR=Purple]"They'll be at The Sturgeon - an inn, down by the harbor. Come, this way."[/COLOR] Romanna leads down a street heading west, where you can just make out the masts of a few fishing boats. [COLOR=Purple]"So... Tell me about yourself, Pollock. Where are you from, and what order do you belong to?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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