Wingwatch

A calm sky free from any storms greets the mages of Wingwatch in the morning. They stretch their limbs from being stuck inside the day before, and set about their jobs and fixing what had been caught in the hail and continuing to channel magic. Far from the top of the plateau, down the sharp cliffs and nests of birds, a series of docks and platforms along the coast buzzed with life. Boats filled to the brim wi...

The wind whipped across Wingwatch on yet another chilly day. The clouds lingered with a heavy weight over the island, threatening the plateau with an incoming storm. The forecast had already called for rain, however rumors were going around camp there was a chance for hail. Everyone that could was hiding away from the oncoming cold. Inside in bundled piles, they set out plans for storm repairs before the storm...

“Regulated to watch duty… phooey!” Mercy murmured to herself while sitting at her post, high up on a platform built on the cliff sides of Wingwatch. From there she could see the hustling and bustling of mages and non-mages alike down below on the island and all around the Outpost. However, she was supposed to be keeping an eye on the horizon, where a dark smog surrounded the nearby island of Raydes. The dreaded Wither was in focus in her telescope and she was supposed to signal a...