—Mirya looks at Sandra, Alberts, and Ling—
@Ling and Alberts: Oh no, he was still a xenophobe back then, but most Boletarians are. I'm from House Albereich, so we naturally have clashes of ideologies. But until two weeks ago, he wasn't like...what you saw of him now. He'd not use hostages to simply salve his pride like he did.
@Sandra: I believe you would refer to them as "yours", since the captain all but confiscated them from your colonist's vessel. They didn't seem too important to them, though I can't state enough the potential military applications of such machines.
—She pulls out a radio from her saddlebag—
@Sandra: I saw two children pretending to be soldiers and communicating through this before it was taken from them. To you it may be a child's toy, but to someone like me...this could be the key to winning a war. And, what do you mean by, 'worm-in-waiting'?
—The bartender looks at Roy with a bit of an annoyed look at him—
@Roy: A drink, of course.
@Ges: Usual town gathering. Help show the gods our respect for 'em.
—Meanwhile the people with the tattoo keep shoveling away bodies into the fire. Oliver might hear them if he tunes his hearing enough, as their talking in hushed words—
—Above all the shouts from the crowd, you might hear a woman's scream over in an alley to your right. Perhaps you should investigate while the crowd is distracted?—
edited 10th Sep '17 6:18:21 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Sandra: "An ancient being of malevolent power. One that has always existed and will always exist. ... Unless you destroy it. it's a legend, but..."
-She shakes her head-
Sandra: "One that doesn't matter right now. That—"
-She gestures to the radio-
Sandra: "Is a vital part of any modern military's arsenal. I can't imagine the culture shock you received when you got your hands on advanced technology like that."
"We dream of better worlds, so that one day we may surpass them."Alberts: So something about that town has changed him. That is most concerning.
Oliver: [I think they're saying stuff... gimme a mo'.]
-After a couple of seconds spent figuring out how to do it, calibrates his hearing for long range to eavesdrop-
-Six sighs, and heads towards the alleyway as smoothly as he can-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ling: I really must impress that you people have no idea just how insanely dangerous and short-sighted your people have been by attempting to hold these colonists hostage. The sooner we get this man's head screwed on properly to make some progress, the better.
Towns
-Mercuria starts to shuffle towards the scream, trying to avoid the deranged people-
edited 10th Sep '17 6:21:52 PM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)—Mirya snickers a little—
@Sandra: That, I cannot deny. The captain thought it was a means of speaking to the gods when we first heard it. Ah, we're here.
—A wooden palisade of stakes stands around the area, a clearing where a tent has been set up and people are milling around inside. Your standing outside the gate. The town is approximately two miles from here, and the colonist ship can be seen sitting off from the center—
—Oliver eventually hears the voices of the ones talking around the fire—
[[—Can't believe we're stuck with disposal duty. I swear to Midgard, the general's out to make my life miserable, ya hear me?]]
[[Oh, quit yer whining. At least we don't have to hide our mark like the others do. Though I have to agree on one point—shirts and trousers chafe.]]
—The alleyway is populated by a half-dozen men facing a young woman wearing brown robes and a hood, though her pale features are noticeable to those who try to look past the group surrounding her—
—The bartender shrugs at Ges's comment, then looks at Roy—
@Roy: Ale, beer, gin, some bad wine if ya want stuff like that, but mostly ale and beer.
edited 10th Sep '17 6:49:09 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Just A Brick
-Ling keeps her poker face...but is not super impressed by the palisade. Nevertheless, she plays along-
Ling: so, this is where you're keeping them?
Tha Townsuh
Mercuria: ...And is there a reason you're ganging up on this defensless woman?
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Alberts: ...this is where they are being kept?
Oliver: [They're talking about something named Midgard. And a general. Apparently they're on disposal duty. And yeah, those tats definitely signify something.]
Six: Evening, gents. Mind filling me in?
edited 10th Sep '17 7:00:12 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—One of the men casts a hateful glare at Six and the others, but another puts their hand on the first's shoulder, stopping him—
Thug #2: She's a siren. Sirens aren't welcome here. Especially since they're not allowed in towns without their restraint circlets, right miss?
—His eyes shoot daggers at the so-called 'siren', who just gives a glance at Six and the others gathered, like she's trying to tell them something that they're missing—
—The first thug looks over to Mercuria—
@Mercuria: She can put us all to taking our lives if she wanted with that damned voice of hers.
—Mirya looks at Ling, but doesn't quite get she's playing along—
@Ling and Alberts: Yeah, though I will admit, I wish we'd just leave them be. Feels like they're being corralled, and I hate seeing people herded like cattle.
—The bartender raises an eyebrow at Ges's question. There seems something off about him as he resumes cleaning another glass—
@Roy: Ask then.
@Ges: Not a lot of customers.
—Something's a little off about this bartender. Ges, Roy, roll for perception—
edited 11th Sep '17 3:48:32 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: Forgive me, I appear to have misplaced my brain somewhere else and I've forgotten this very pertinent information. Mind giving me a refresher?
Alberts: Then that makes two of us, then.
-Oliver continues to observe, in the meanwhile-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Mirya gestures for them to enter—
@Alberts: As you wish. Personally, I would hope you can help heal some of them. It seems our land's plagues have infected some of the elderly. My heart breaks every time I see one of them suffering.
—Mirya looks downwards, a shameful expression on her face—
—The tent in the center is rather large, and covers a good degree of the area inside the palisade. You see people glance at you with eyes of hope, but also wariness, like their situation is about to improve, or go up in smoke. Others just give you a glance and go back to sharing their food among their family. It seems the rations of the ship are already running low, if going by the pile of opened containers and bags of canned foods piling up around smaller fires. The don't seem gaunt, but they're not in the best of shape, but not like homeless people—
—Albert, Lemmet, and Guy might notice the crowd is seeming to hiss as they chant. Or they could go over to the tavern and join Roy and Ges with the tight-lipped bartender. Or join Six, Mercuria, and Hathor in helping the cornered siren—
—The bartender frowns at Roy's words—
@Roy: I'd be careful how you say your words. That "robed guy" is our town's preacher. And his words are divine scripture. It's only natural to exalt before the tongue of your god, right?
—At Lovisia's words, the siren speaks up. Or rather, exclaims her intention—
@Six, Lovisia, Hathor, and Mercuria: BECAUSE THEY WANT TO HIDE THE TRU—
—One of the thugs nearest her jumps her, and the rest begin to dogpile—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

Ges: (@bartender) uh, what the heck is happening out there?
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