((OOC: I'll post in parts then, anyone who rolls 20 or more notices the 1st section, rolling over 25 means noticing the second and third as well. I'll assume those who didn't make the spot check get things pointed out to them by the ones that did, anyhow. The fourth is for everyone.))<br/><br/>Flying closer to the tower several clawmarks could be seen, and so could some large feather. Among the debris they were not the easiest thing to spot but there they were, and it looked like the clawmarks themselves came from the side that had collapsed on top of the people within the tower's top floor. There was some evidence of blood on large pikes nearby as well, laying on the ground half-buried along with the man that had previously been holding onto one it seemed.<br/><br/>The second discovery came a little after, a lone figure on the ground next to the watchtower, on the cliffside. Someone had fallen from the top of the tower, and slammed to the ground. Given the state of destruction the top of the watchtower had become it would not have really deserved a mention if not for one thing. The man that had fallen was still alive. Badly hurt, uncouncious, and perhaps dying, but flying over his figure a raspy breath could be heard from the fellow.<br/><br/>Like the other guards the man on the ground was brown haired, blue eyed man with only a few years into adulthood. It was often joked in New Haven that the horniest, most uncontrollable young men were often sent to the watchtower for a few months of duty to learn some patience and consideration. It seemed the whole tower had been manned by such 'punishment detail' that night. Broken limbs, most likely a broken back, severely pummeled by the fall, and clinging to life with a strength not many would possess.<br/><br/>The storm behind the ship was slowly approaching. The ship could outrun it, for now, but eventually when they stopped the storm would catch upto them. If signs were right this might be a nasty storm, not as bad as the one that came before but likely still a nasty weather to sail in at least. There were no signs of the flying creature in the sky now, but the Moth was making its way to the open ocean quickly, passing the watchtower's little island.