[Early in the morning, as fate would have it, his watch started blaring again.
Never good news, and definitely enough to jolt him awake. Enough for him to check with immediacy the reasoning for it, a thaumametor going off somewhere in the region to sound the alarm. Enough for him to immediately go to Ambrose—yes, in these wee hours of the morning—to request permission to investigate. He was granted it, and even granted further permission to bring along someone else for investigation. A quick message sent Istredd’s way was more than enough to fill that slot, and now…
They step out of the portal, surveying the area before them.
It’s a quaint little village, and certainly none that Stephen’s had the pleasure of visiting prior to now; in fact, he’s not quite sure any Summoned has set foot in Whitehill Village, and it’s a shame that this is why they were drawn here to investigate—]
My money’s on another unexpected visitor causing all the trouble.
[The “trouble”, of course, being the corrosive substance left in a film across a rare, blossoming flower only native to this valley. A Snow Petal, which has also garnered a passing interest from Stephen, though he supposes academic interest can wait for now.
Small rifts had existed before now, bringing in relatively harmless creatures from other worlds; he suspects a larger one might have torn through the veil somewhere close to here, thus the blaring alert on his watch that woke him with a start. (He has no reason to suspect it's anything more serious than what will unveil itself, in time. But boy, they're both in for a surprise, aren't they.)]
closed to istredd.
Never good news, and definitely enough to jolt him awake. Enough for him to check with immediacy the reasoning for it, a thaumametor going off somewhere in the region to sound the alarm. Enough for him to immediately go to Ambrose—yes, in these wee hours of the morning—to request permission to investigate. He was granted it, and even granted further permission to bring along someone else for investigation. A quick message sent Istredd’s way was more than enough to fill that slot, and now…
They step out of the portal, surveying the area before them.
It’s a quaint little village, and certainly none that Stephen’s had the pleasure of visiting prior to now; in fact, he’s not quite sure any Summoned has set foot in Whitehill Village, and it’s a shame that this is why they were drawn here to investigate—]
My money’s on another unexpected visitor causing all the trouble.
[The “trouble”, of course, being the corrosive substance left in a film across a rare, blossoming flower only native to this valley. A Snow Petal, which has also garnered a passing interest from Stephen, though he supposes academic interest can wait for now.
Small rifts had existed before now, bringing in relatively harmless creatures from other worlds; he suspects a larger one might have torn through the veil somewhere close to here, thus the blaring alert on his watch that woke him with a start. (He has no reason to suspect it's anything more serious than what will unveil itself, in time. But boy, they're both in for a surprise, aren't they.)]
But let’s see what the villagers have to say.