Watcher's Hill

[Katzaniel]

If you're looking for the poll for Watcher's Hill, you're in the right place.

 

Rules are here if you need them.

 

The descriptions follow.

[Katzaniel]

Binoculars, telescopes, magnifying glasses, used security cameras... these are only a few of the components that form the majestic heights of Watcher's Hill. Standing over a hundred miles West of the Pen Keep, this famous pile of rubble is always visible to the naked eye, regardless of weather. The Hill is made entirely out of scrapped visual devices, and stretches upwards at an easy-to-climb angle. It hosts the Sang-thii Observatory at its peak, and offers a magnificent view of the Starlad Forest and Mirki's Marshlands. The rubble is easy to climb, with a sturdy staircase of telescopes ascending to its top... no elevators, sorry. The Sang-thii Observatory is open for touring on Fridays and Saturdays, with the small fee of two geld and a mandatory vision test.

 

"An eyeful of a tower." - 8.5/10, The National Onlooker

 

Watcher's Hill is a manmade monument that formed naturally over the course of many years. It first began to be built when Sang-thii, the lesser known sibling of Lang-thii, decided to build his own Observatory under the pretense of wishing to "find a pie in the sky." It was later discovered that Sang-thii's true intentions were to spy on the Calzoo Observatory to the far East, in the hopes of stealing the genius astronomical discoveries of Master Calzoo and claiming them as his own. With them, Sang-thii hoped to become rich and famous, and to purchase a lifetime supply of giant bananacream pies. Unfortunately, he found it difficult to create a spying device strong enough to reach even Calzoo's Observatory, and one after the other his experiments were discarded. Watcher's Hill stands as a testament to Sang-thii's steadfast, hardheaded perseverence.

 

"Vacationing? ... spies had better keep an eye out for this one." - **** stars, Sightseeing Weekly

 

So come on down to Watcher's Hill - 'Where you ain't seen nothing yet!'™

 

"The bananacream pie served on the Observatory tour was to die for." - Reader's Indigestion

[Katzaniel]

Watcher's Hill is located directly to the east of the small town of Rockwell, so named because it was original little more than a well beside the hill. The townfolk of Rockwell are much like every other small town scattered around this world: detached from the larger section of commerce, they pride themselves on being self-sufficient. They have a school, a police and fire station, a hospital, a hotel, a grocer's, a cafe, even a library. It's smaller than the average town, but because it's the only one for miles around, the townspeople have to work hard to cover all the responsibilities that sustain themselves.

 

The people of Rockwell are also much like the stereotypical small-town people in that they like to gossip. One such topic of conversation recently has been the man they dubbed "Watcher". One day he just showed up, built a cottage on the hill, and began watching them. He deterred all attempts at being friendly, not speaking a word and generally just ignoring anything that was said to him. Nevertheless he appeared most mornings in the window facing the village, not speaking, not moving, just observing. The townsfolk threw out many speculations as to his behaviour, but never came up with a reason that satisfied them. They kept speculating even when, years after first arriving, he stopped appearing in the window. Eventually they switched to wondering why he'd stopped. It took them a long time to realize that he must have passed away.

 

When the people of Rockwell invaded Watcher's cottage, they found a plethora of watching instruments: binoculars, telescopes, even microscopes, and a large number of magical tools, mostly unidentified. Among the ones they recognized was a crystal ball - and they realized that Watcher had watched them even when they were in their homes.

 

They also found a bound notebook that contained detailed accounts of everything they did, from eating to talking to using the washroom. From it, a careful reader might discern the way in which Watcher used his magical equipment, and possibly make some use of some of it. The townsfolk tried to burn the book, but it would neither take the fire nor suffer to be torn or cut in any way.

 

The weirdest thing, of course, is that they never found a body.

[Katzaniel]

Choice #2 it is.

 

The writers:

1: Wyvern

2: Katzaniel

 

And... I suppose we could just as easily start the auction right here. Anyone for 10 geld?

[Gyrfalcon]

Gyrfalcon looks around and raises his hand "Ten geld!"

[Sweetcherrie]

Sweetcherrie grins, "I'll go with twenty then."

[Sweetcherrie]

*prods this thread* hello?

[Katzaniel]

Do I hear thirty? Thirty? No? Twenty-five... twenty-two, twenty-one... Going, going, gone! Sold to the woman in front, for 20 geld!

[Gyrfalcon]

Ack, I was running late and forgot to counterbid. Ah well... Congratulations, Sweet!

[Sweetcherrie]

mwuahahah, I will be rich, rich I tell you! All that real estate falling into my hands *grins and wanders off pondering how to put these new locations to their best use*