"Anybody gotta piece of white cloth?" Aleister asks. "Might want to wave something like that around a bit just so's they," he points at the folk blocking the road, "don't do something foolish."
He scopes out the bunch with his Stieners. Any projectile weapons evident? Any likely points of concealment for an over watch position?
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The most persuasive people in your group are George and Uthvern. Your aerial reconnaissance shows that while they lack real equipment they aren't fools. There are four at the blockade with another four 50' back closer to town armed with 3 xbows and a very high tech (and therefor un-repairable) compound bow. 50' past that is a girl of 10-12 years old who has mounted a horse and waits to see how the encounter plays out.
George approaches the guards waiving a hanky, they are cautious but not overtly hostile. One steps forward "Identify yourselves and why have you come to Junction City?"
Uthvern steps forward, (walks forward on his horse? Whichever he is on) and smiles in a nice way, "We're travelers roaming about for information and trading! We were wondering if ya'll had anything we could trade? Information or supplies?"
Uthvern steps forward, (walks forward on his horse? Whichever he is on) and smiles in a nice way, "We're travelers roaming about for information and trading! We were wondering if ya'll had anything we could trade? Information or supplies?"
“Trade is good. The town comptroller is the person to talk to about trading supplies but I can give you some information for free. The state government up in Salem had set up a refugee centre and tried to feed all those people. It went as badly as you’d expect. Disease ran rampant, food ran out and chaos took the entire town down. Stay away from Salem.”
George: 'Sweet heavens - Salem has collapsed? Any word down from Portland?'
“Portland is one of the reasons Salem went down. Whoever’s in charge up there drove out about half the population, an extra hundred thousand people flood Salem and it was all over.”
'Sounds like whoever is running Portland is a special kind of nasty. We had a run-in with them not too long ago - but at least they're not religiously driven cannibals. Sweet Jesus, what's happened to us?'
George gestures at the rest of the party and the wagon - 'Can we pass through town - happy to check in with the town comptroller on our way through - trying to get the good professor here back home.'
'Sounds like whoever is running Portland is a special kind of nasty. We had a run-in with them not too long ago - but at least they're not religiously driven cannibals. Sweet Jesus, what's happened to us?'
George gestures at the rest of the party and the wagon - 'Can we pass through town - happy to check in with the town comptroller on our way through - trying to get the good professor here back home.'
“Okay, just wait here for a while.” He steps out so he can see the girl on the horse and makes a couple of broad hand gestures. “Chloe will get you an escort. While we wait, what’s happening out on the coast.”
"You have any trouble with eaters?" Aleister addresses the guards in general. "Things were pretty quite between here and the coast, but that could probably be kinda hit and miss; lot of desperate critters, both two and four legged, around these days, as I'm sure you know. After all, that's why you're guarding this crossing, right? Looks like you had a bit of trouble before. What is you name, I'm Aleister. Who is your town Leader?"
"You have any trouble with eaters?" Aleister addresses the guards in general. "Things were pretty quite between here and the coast, but that could probably be kinda hit and miss; lot of desperate critters, both two and four legged, around these days, as I'm sure you know. After all, that's why you're guarding this crossing, right? Looks like you had a bit of trouble before. What is you name, I'm Aleister. Who is your town Leader?"
"We've heard of the eaters but we haven't seen them here. We are guarding against run of the mill bandits and refugees from up north - especially Salem. Disease. Luckily for us but not so much for them Corvallis is between us and most of the people roaming the country side. Mark Crenshaw is in charge. He's an electrician (snicker) and building contractor.
It's hilarious, apparently god does have a sense of humour. Mark's son Robert is 14 years old and he's one of those DnD nerds. He also reads all this military history shit and novels about the end of the world. It was his idea about how to set the guard post here and lots of other stuff too."
Watching from afar, Thomas sees no obviously aggressive moves and relaxes a bit. %Keep an eye out for threats other than from ahead, Gamliel. We wouldn't want to be sneaked up on while we watch the gates.% Thomas then moves deeper into cover, hiding up in a dense tree, trying not to reveal his presence to anyone, anywhere, and begins watching all directions, just in case.
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The girl on the horse returns with a couple of burly men in police riot gear and middle aged woman ridding a bicycle “I’m the comptroller’s assistant, Mary. Come with me please.” She leads you to a harried man at city hall. Are you willing to actually tell these people the name of your town? Trade isn’t really possible until you do.
can we get a read of the town people? Anything strange? Do they appear like they’re eating? How do the women seem? Do they appear abused?
OOC: lol. That roll. People live here. Most of them are people.
None of your group is getting a bad vibe from this place. The girl on the horse was willing to talk and she looked relatively well fed. She nattered on as 10 year old girls are want to do. She really misses her iPhone, I mean a lot. She has to talk to people now instead of texting.
As they are heading into town, Aleister asks Mary, "Say, do you have any 12 or 10 gauge shotgun shells around here," he grins. "Ones you don't need? It's good that you folk are on the alert, back in Yachats we heard about some bad goings on in Portland and one of the things we're doing is looking for folk who ain't interested that kind of thing. You know what I mean?"
As they are heading into town, Aleister asks Mary, "Say, do you have any 12 or 10 gauge shotgun shells around here," he grins. "Ones you don't need? It's good that you folk are on the alert, back in Yachats we heard about some bad goings on in Portland and one of the things we're doing is looking for folk who ain't interested that kind of thing. You know what I mean?"
"Indeed. Shotgun shells? Well sure but why. You do know that they don't work anymore."
"Ah, yes. But they will work for encasing a discarding sabot round." He smiles broadly, appearing to really enjoy the topic. "I am developing a dart thrower that has an extremely interesting potential; if it works out as planned, one would not want to rile somebody who had one, be kind of hard to drink whiskey with the kind of hole that could put in a body." He smiles even more broadly. "We will be looking for people to make them, help keep the neighborhood peaceable if you like."
He looks around the town as they ride in. What sort of state is it in? Neat, given the circumstances, or looking run-downish? Are the people busy, in a purposeful manner? Is there an air of determinedness, a sense of awareness that problems can be dealt with?
"Ah, yes. But they will work for encasing a discarding sabot round." He smiles broadly, appearing to really enjoy the topic. "I am developing a dart thrower that has an extremely interesting potential; if it works out as planned, one would not want to rile somebody who had one, be kind of hard to drink whiskey with the kind of hole that could put in a body." He smiles even more broadly. "We will be looking for people to make them, help keep the neighborhood peaceable if you like."
He looks around the town as they ride in. What sort of state is it in? Neat, given the circumstances, or looking run-downish? Are the people busy, in a purposeful manner? Is there an air of determinedness, a sense of awareness that problems can be dealt with?
There are no people slouching around, the buildings are in good order except for a block that has been burnt out.
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"Anybody gotta piece of white cloth?" Aleister asks. "Might want to wave something like that around a bit just so's they," he points at the folk blocking the road, "don't do something foolish."
He scopes out the bunch with his Stieners. Any projectile weapons evident? Any likely points of concealment for an over watch position?
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The most persuasive people in your group are George and Uthvern. Your aerial reconnaissance shows that while they lack real equipment they aren't fools. There are four at the blockade with another four 50' back closer to town armed with 3 xbows and a very high tech (and therefor un-repairable) compound bow. 50' past that is a girl of 10-12 years old who has mounted a horse and waits to see how the encounter plays out.
George approaches the guards waiving a hanky, they are cautious but not overtly hostile. One steps forward "Identify yourselves and why have you come to Junction City?"
Uthvern steps forward, (walks forward on his horse? Whichever he is on) and smiles in a nice way, "We're travelers roaming about for information and trading! We were wondering if ya'll had anything we could trade? Information or supplies?"
“Trade is good. The town comptroller is the person to talk to about trading supplies but I can give you some information for free. The state government up in Salem had set up a refugee centre and tried to feed all those people. It went as badly as you’d expect. Disease ran rampant, food ran out and chaos took the entire town down. Stay away from Salem.”
George: 'Sweet heavens - Salem has collapsed? Any word down from Portland?'
“Portland is one of the reasons Salem went down. Whoever’s in charge up there drove out about half the population, an extra hundred thousand people flood Salem and it was all over.”
George:
'Sounds like whoever is running Portland is a special kind of nasty. We had a run-in with them not too long ago - but at least they're not religiously driven cannibals. Sweet Jesus, what's happened to us?'
George gestures at the rest of the party and the wagon - 'Can we pass through town - happy to check in with the town comptroller on our way through - trying to get the good professor here back home.'
“Okay, just wait here for a while.” He steps out so he can see the girl on the horse and makes a couple of broad hand gestures. “Chloe will get you an escort. While we wait, what’s happening out on the coast.”
"You have any trouble with eaters?" Aleister addresses the guards in general. "Things were pretty quite between here and the coast, but that could probably be kinda hit and miss; lot of desperate critters, both two and four legged, around these days, as I'm sure you know. After all, that's why you're guarding this crossing, right? Looks like you had a bit of trouble before. What is you name, I'm Aleister. Who is your town Leader?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"We've heard of the eaters but we haven't seen them here. We are guarding against run of the mill bandits and refugees from up north - especially Salem. Disease. Luckily for us but not so much for them Corvallis is between us and most of the people roaming the country side. Mark Crenshaw is in charge. He's an electrician (snicker) and building contractor.
It's hilarious, apparently god does have a sense of humour. Mark's son Robert is 14 years old and he's one of those DnD nerds. He also reads all this military history shit and novels about the end of the world. It was his idea about how to set the guard post here and lots of other stuff too."
Herman is not surprised by the news from Salem but he is very very sad anyhow. He had a friend in Salem a long time ago...better not think about it
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Watching from afar, Thomas sees no obviously aggressive moves and relaxes a bit. %Keep an eye out for threats other than from ahead, Gamliel. We wouldn't want to be sneaked up on while we watch the gates.% Thomas then moves deeper into cover, hiding up in a dense tree, trying not to reveal his presence to anyone, anywhere, and begins watching all directions, just in case.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The girl on the horse returns with a couple of burly men in police riot gear and middle aged woman ridding a bicycle “I’m the comptroller’s assistant, Mary. Come with me please.” She leads you to a harried man at city hall. Are you willing to actually tell these people the name of your town? Trade isn’t really possible until you do.
George Perception 5
can we get a read of the town people? Anything strange? Do they appear like they’re eating? How do the women seem? Do they appear abused?
OOC: lol. That roll. People live here. Most of them are people.
None of your group is getting a bad vibe from this place. The girl on the horse was willing to talk and she looked relatively well fed. She nattered on as 10 year old girls are want to do. She really misses her iPhone, I mean a lot. She has to talk to people now instead of texting.
As they are heading into town, Aleister asks Mary, "Say, do you have any 12 or 10 gauge shotgun shells around here," he grins. "Ones you don't need? It's good that you folk are on the alert, back in Yachats we heard about some bad goings on in Portland and one of the things we're doing is looking for folk who ain't interested that kind of thing. You know what I mean?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Indeed. Shotgun shells? Well sure but why. You do know that they don't work anymore."
"Ah, yes. But they will work for encasing a discarding sabot round." He smiles broadly, appearing to really enjoy the topic. "I am developing a dart thrower that has an extremely interesting potential; if it works out as planned, one would not want to rile somebody who had one, be kind of hard to drink whiskey with the kind of hole that could put in a body." He smiles even more broadly. "We will be looking for people to make them, help keep the neighborhood peaceable if you like."
He looks around the town as they ride in. What sort of state is it in? Neat, given the circumstances, or looking run-downish? Are the people busy, in a purposeful manner? Is there an air of determinedness, a sense of awareness that problems can be dealt with?
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Uthvern wants to look around using perception, 7
There are no people slouching around, the buildings are in good order except for a block that has been burnt out.