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Rowain Boleman peered over the lighthouse tower's walls into the misty fog that hung over the rocky northern Avalonian coast. "I get no action out here, I wish I had been assigned to the Nocturnus/Avalonian border. I mean, what's out here besides rocks and dreary weather?" he said, looking disgustedly at the blurry horizon. As he did so, something caught his attention. "Is that... sails?" He took off his helmet to see better. After a few moments had passed, the blurry apparation came more clearly into focus. "Those are most definitely black sails," he said. Just as he was about to go downstairs to alert the captain of the tower, he heard a flapping noise. Startled, he turned and pointed his spear in the direction of the noise. All he saw was a large grey osprey, staring at him intently. "It's just a stupid bird" he said, annoyed with his own skittishness. The bird's gaze seemed to intensify, as he went to shoo it away. "Get out of - aaaaaak!" A shooting pain blasted through his body, with the intensity of lightning. Stunned he fell to the ground, unconscious. Silently, the osprey took to the air, gliding out toward the sea. Thirty minutes later, when Rowain didn't come to change guards for the 5 time that week, Brant Grayson, captain of the tower, went up to personally give him a lecture. "Rowain!" he shouted. When there was no answer, he walked around the corner in a fury. But that fury was gone in an instant when he saw his unreliable underling lying on the floor. Running over he took his pulse, which was barely discernible."Rowain, can you hear me?!" he yelled. Rowain's eyes opened slightly. "What happened? Who did this to you?" asked Brant. "Bird... Sails..." was the reply. "What? What do you mean? What bird? What sails?". "Sa... sails...". Looking up, Brant's eyes scanned the sea. "There's nothing out there, what are you saying?' But Rowain gave no answer, and his eyes started to close. "Rowain! Stay with me!" The battle hardened captain knew that Rowain was about to close his eyes forever. Right before his eyes closed all the way though, he lifted a hand up to grab Brants shirt. With great effort, the dying man said with as much intensity as he could muster, "Black... sails!" and with that, he went limp, his eyes no longer seeing. Drawing his fingers over Rowain's eyes to close them, Brant stood up. "I won't let your death be in vain, "he promised. After a proper burial, Captain Brant instructed one of his soldiers to ride swiftly to Albion to report the strange death, and the sighting of black sails. What these happenings could mean, he could only guess, and all his guesses left him feeling very unsettled. And that's my entry for the Ch 2 Prologue (Avalonia). Sorry for the not so good pictures. I was really pressed for time, since I came up with this last minute, so I had to rush. Plus the pictures were taken inside at night, so the lighting is below par. 75% of the build itself was done yesterday/last night, though the rock base was mostly done on Saturday. But it was fun. Mostly. I was trying to kind of get a dreary rocky shore feel for this build, kind of like you see in the Scotland area, and that was kind of a new experience for me, along with the water technique. I should note that the blury-ness of the first couple pictures was on purpose to give it a foggy look. So C&C are definitely welcome! EDIT: Here are some better pictures of the build, along with one highlighting the light brick use to make this a light house.
