Watchers Part the First: [To Be Named]
Rain fell gently in the streets of the City of Lumia. The clouds and sky were dark, yet the thunder inherent of a thunderstorm was not present. Occasionally a shadowy figure was visible in the mostly empty streets, whisking about to some business or another. One particular figure is where our story begins. This figure was wearing a dark, immaculate suit, and carried a large umbrella to keep it that way. Upon closer look, you might realize that this was a young man, no older than twenty-five or so. He wore a black top hat on his head with a grey band just above the rim, complementing his suit perfectly. In his right hand, clacking against the ground as he walked, was a peculiar brown cane. Upon first glance one might dismiss it as a normal walking cane, only wondering why such a young man was using it; they would be mistaken. Starting from the semicircular handle, intricate carvings wove down its sides, bearing resemblance to runes of some sort. The young man abruptly turned off the street he was walking on, striding up a short set of steps. He stood in front of a tall oak door, stained dark brown. More intricate runes were carved along the sides of the door in two columns. A detailed metal knob sat on the right side, but there did not appear to be any keyholes. A sign to the left of the door read "Matthew Watcher, PhD". The man raised his cane to the door and used it to tap the center of the door. The door quickly glowed a faint purple, and the man turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the man snapped his umbrella shut, stepping inside quickly. The man known as Matthew Watcher shoved the door closed behind him, tapping it again with his cane. More runes on the inside of the door glowed, and it was sealed. He hung up his coat and hat on a rack, leaning his cane against the wall. He walked over towards his computer, not bothering to turn on the light - he had memorized the layout of his home/office perfectly. He powered the device on, and maneuvered his way to email.
From: watchermatthew@watcher.net
To: Watcher-Mailing-List
Dear my fellow Watchers,
Something quite important has come up, and I would rather not describe any way but in person for fear of interception. My teleportation rune will be activated in exactly ten minutes. You all know the code.
Your colleague in secret,
Matthew Watcher, Creator of the Vampiric-Human Pact, Defender of Humanity
He sent off the email, and climbed the stairs to his meeting room. Matthew opened a pocket watch, waiting for the ten minute mark.
