Post by Stehfanie of Nehan on Oct 7, 2010 13:30:47 GMT -8
I recently restarted a story. I kept the characters and setting mostly the same, but it's changed a bit.
This is all I have so far, I might add more when I get more. If you've got feedback, that would be awesome:
The Tower of the Pantheists was the tallest building in New Newsy’wol. It was built to be used, built to be visited by everyone and anyone who wanted to make use of it. It wasn’t particularly gorgeous, opting for a practical stonework that provided a practical beauty which lent itself as well to simple religions as it did the complicated ones of richer faiths. It was a fairly straightforward shape, and doubled as a lighthouse due to its proximity to the bay. It sat a step or so higher up the cliffs than the city itself, technically not under the protection of the sea wall. Tourists to the city typically found themselves scaling to the top of the Tower at least once to see the whole of New Newsy’wol laid out before them. Because of its position above and beside the sea wall, it also offered unprecedented view of the bay and the sea beyond.
Pieter sat in the top of the tower looking over a rather foggy morning. There wasn’t much to be seen yet, only a few reddish, greenish, or greyish blurs of terra-cotta, copper, or concrete rooftops sticking up into the sky like little islands, as if the sea had come to swallow New Newsy’wol the same way it had once swallowed Newsy’wol before it. There weren’t any tourists about yet, and there probably wouldn’t be many visitors to the tower if the clouds decided to let loose with the rain they had been threatening for a day or two.
He wasn’t alone. A few, maybe a dozen or so, others stood in the tower as well. Many of them were looking out through arched windows at the city, the bay, the countryside, anything of interest. Most would have assumed correctly from the dark hair and green eyes consistent among the group that most of them were, like Pieter, Hyavidi. The Hyavids needed a high place from which to do their worship, but there weren’t many rules about what one was to do once they got up there. Some were very clearly going through meditative routines, but most were being rather private about it. Simply climbing the tight spiral staircase to the top of the tower was enough for some of them, and they were simply taking a moment to rest before starting the trek back down. Pieter was of this philosophy, though he did usually try to make a prayer or two to Hoopoe.
A pounding announced another person coming up the stairs. From the sound it seemed that they would be there shortly, and were probably one or two stories down at the moment. Most didn’t climb the stairs in a particularly graceful manner, there were a lot of them and they were tight enough to give even the most balanced vertigo.
This is all I have so far, I might add more when I get more. If you've got feedback, that would be awesome:
The Tower of the Pantheists was the tallest building in New Newsy’wol. It was built to be used, built to be visited by everyone and anyone who wanted to make use of it. It wasn’t particularly gorgeous, opting for a practical stonework that provided a practical beauty which lent itself as well to simple religions as it did the complicated ones of richer faiths. It was a fairly straightforward shape, and doubled as a lighthouse due to its proximity to the bay. It sat a step or so higher up the cliffs than the city itself, technically not under the protection of the sea wall. Tourists to the city typically found themselves scaling to the top of the Tower at least once to see the whole of New Newsy’wol laid out before them. Because of its position above and beside the sea wall, it also offered unprecedented view of the bay and the sea beyond.
Pieter sat in the top of the tower looking over a rather foggy morning. There wasn’t much to be seen yet, only a few reddish, greenish, or greyish blurs of terra-cotta, copper, or concrete rooftops sticking up into the sky like little islands, as if the sea had come to swallow New Newsy’wol the same way it had once swallowed Newsy’wol before it. There weren’t any tourists about yet, and there probably wouldn’t be many visitors to the tower if the clouds decided to let loose with the rain they had been threatening for a day or two.
He wasn’t alone. A few, maybe a dozen or so, others stood in the tower as well. Many of them were looking out through arched windows at the city, the bay, the countryside, anything of interest. Most would have assumed correctly from the dark hair and green eyes consistent among the group that most of them were, like Pieter, Hyavidi. The Hyavids needed a high place from which to do their worship, but there weren’t many rules about what one was to do once they got up there. Some were very clearly going through meditative routines, but most were being rather private about it. Simply climbing the tight spiral staircase to the top of the tower was enough for some of them, and they were simply taking a moment to rest before starting the trek back down. Pieter was of this philosophy, though he did usually try to make a prayer or two to Hoopoe.
A pounding announced another person coming up the stairs. From the sound it seemed that they would be there shortly, and were probably one or two stories down at the moment. Most didn’t climb the stairs in a particularly graceful manner, there were a lot of them and they were tight enough to give even the most balanced vertigo.
