Posted by Ensign Crelle (Doctor) in Main Sim - Barovia Village - The Living-Dead?

Posted by Ensign Crelle (Doctor) in Main Sim - Barovia Village - The Living-Dead?

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Brigette Marshall (Chief Engineer (CE)) in Main Sim - Barovia Village - The Living-Dead?
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The walk north was a long one, almost an entire day in fact had passed as they neared a worn sign declaring Barovia Village and its gate was just ahead, night fall was already coming yet again after a little more then 12 hours walking on the dirt road. They were coming up to the gate when they found a gate guard in conversation it seems with a stunningly beautiful woman. The gate guard though was up on a wooden wall out of direct line of sight of her. “..Come now certainly you can open the gate just for me you wouldn’t let a woman like myself out in the cold would you?” She asked.

”..Afraid you don’t want to enter right now the living-dead are....restless in the town right now this coming night got orders to only open the gate to adventurers who seem able to counter them and you don’t seem it..” He replied.

GM CockRoach

As they approached and heard the excuses, she stepped to the outer edge of the group and turned to face them so she could keep an eye on their backs as well. The idea of ‘living-dead’ didn’t sit well in her gut, despite having no idea how someone could roam in such a state. She only knew that title being used on people in stasis. No one wandered around when in a cryo chamber.

Bridie
CE

Chris heard the conversation but not all of it. “Here, Here guard. I am Lord Taggart and this is my crew. If the young lady wishes, we will be more than happy to escort her inside. Now open the gate and tell us where the nearest Inn is.”

Lord Taggart, Fellowship of the Warp

Crelle squared her shoulders, a hand moving to the cutlass at her hip and taking stock of the phaser tucked away in what she remembered were called.... Pantaloons? She would be grateful for her skant once again back on the ship. Her tail twitched behind her was she continued to listen.

The guard turned his gaze from the woman to Taggart, “..You lot? Only way I’m opening this gate is if you’re willing to fight the living-dead roaming around the village, last count put them at 12 or so. Odd that they walk at this time of year but that is beyond my knowledge..” He said.

GM CockRoach

“What is the point of training armed guards if they cannot combat what seems to be a regular problem” Will said quietly to his Engineering counterpart. Of course the captain was going to get involved in this, maybe this time William would get to negotiate a truce with undead lizardmen.

CSO, 2O

“We can take care of your little problem guard. But why should we do your job? Sounds like you have had this problem before, so what did you do then and why are you not doing it now? You let these things roam freely in your village? Do you not care for your fellow man? Speak up guard!”

Lord Taggart, Fellowship of the Warp

Crelles eyes widened a moment at the Captain. She had known the man as a restful creature, but for the first time it seemed the poor fool of a guard had stepped on a nerve. Although, seeing the Captain serious about the safety of the others, even though strangers, was a thing of pride for the Ensign.

”..If you knew of their strength of fighting you wouldnt be so casually saying that, nor their ability to spread their touch of living-death. Not to mention worse dangers that lurk in the night often enough which we cant, and which would be foolish too, combat by arms..” He said.

Crelle took stock of the symptomology. Heightened strength, possible increase in night vision. Infection is spread by touch or some means of physical transmission. So close quarters combat would be a bad idea. With impoverished weapons such as the villagers most likely attempted.... Crelle felt a sadness wash over her. How many of these people died fighting loved ones?

Chris pointed to Mwezi. “I travel with a werewolf!”

At that, Crelle glared at the Captain silently.

“I am not a werewolf, Captain,” Mwezi grumbled, glaring at him, then at the guard.

Chris whispered back. “I know that my friend but here in this world you are. Even if I said what you really are these people would still call you that. I’m sorry.”

Crelle returned her focus to the task at hand, considering spamming a sensitivity in the field training video anonymously to the Captain one of these nights in revenge for the Lieutenant.

A sour look passed the features of the young guard, as he eyed Mwezi closely. “..You travel with one of the wild beasts of the North, not a true werebeast, do not test my eyes to be so easily fooled.” He stated.

Glancing at the CSO, Bridie shrugged. “Maybe it’s a test?” She couldn’t think of any reason a place would allow the enemy to wander unchecked on a regular basis. So it made no sense to her, either.

Bridie
CE

The guard awaited their reply, “..So will you assist us our not otherwise you can sleep within the night’s danger…” He said.

GM CockRoach

Chris laughed. “The night dangers seem to be in their as well. But we will assist. What is our compensation for ridding you of these undead beasts?”

Lord Taggart CO Fellowship of the Warp

”..You would need to bring a head each of those slain to my guard Captain in Blood On The Vine Inn is where he would be a this time of night. He would see fit your compensation..” The guard said opening the gate. “..Be warned if you don’t do as you say punishment will find you..” He stated omeniously.

GM CockRoach

Crelle nearly laughed. A cold and callous response and a pittance for doing this ingrates dirty work.

“Don’t threaten us peasant for doing your job!”

“Come on. Let us kill some Zombies,” Mwezi muttered, stalking ahead of the group through the gate and taking a deep breath of the air within the town, letting his senses guide him to any scent of undeath. He didn’t like the sound of undead spreading their undeath. He lightly fingered his concealed phaser, thinking that if he could get them somewhere he wouldn’t be seen by the locals, some good old fashioned phaser fire would do the trick to kill them.

Crelle saw the Lieutenant walk away and immediately followed. She knew solo officers in a situation where close combat could spell death was never a good idea, even if they weren’t already in a mood.

He took another deep sniff of the air, tracking any strong smell of death and running with fast strides ahead of the rest of the group, deep into the town.

Mwezi, CTO

No way was Crelle keeping up with him at that gait. She was a caitian, but her features were mostly humanoid outside her face. This was going to be a long day. Tracking the Lieutenant, Crelle drew her cutlass and began the trek to the village after her hotheaded friend of a Lieutenant.

Bridie smiled at the CSO, “Guess we are hunters now.” She, too, felt the comfort of her phaser on the thigh strap under her skirt, but she also knew she would be able to just brandish it. Instead, she pulled the short sword from the sheath on her hip and laughed. “It’s no bat’leth but I think I can manage to keep the ‘pointy end away from me’,” she laughed and followed the group in, though found herself bringing up the read with a couple others. It wasn’t out of fear of the front dangers. It was a fear of what would creep up behind them.

She felt bad for Mwezi. He was taking the worst of it here. It seemed there were others similar to his kind here in this place. But they were apparently as far beneath his development as the humans were beneath the Captain and crew. It wasn’t their fault, they just weren’t as advanced. And just like the crew had to play dumb, the poor CTO had to play the ‘pet beast’ to the Captain.

She wished, now, that she had gotten to know him better before this. And promised herself to get to know him better afterwards. She was still torn between her feelings for the Captain and her confusion about the Doc. But either way, Mwezi was close to the Captain. He deserved to know her as a friend and not a foe at worst, and bothersome pest to the Captain at best.

She kept her sword low and moved with the group into the town and sighed as the gate moved further away from them.

Bridie
CE

Chris did not like how Mwezi left the group like that. “Blaze! Follow Mwezi! No one goes alone. We will pair up and meet at the Blood of the vine Inn in two hours. Remember to bring their heads! Bridie! You are with me!” He then drew his medieval long sword and went in the opposite direction of Mwezi in a well balanced stride.

Lord Taggart CO Fellowship of the Warp

Taggarts reactions and orders didn’t surprise her any. But his insistence of her at his side, did. “I… yes, Sir,” she recovered before most would have noticed. She kept her blade down and jogged after him.

She was silent for a few moments before speaking. “You should have a security officer with you, Chris… not me…” Her voice was low so no one nearby would hear her. He was the Captain and needed far more protection than she felt capable of. If something happened while he was with her…

She let the thought drop of swiftly in the darkness and walked just behind to his right, her head constantly glancing backwards.

Bridie
CE

Crelle, Ensign
OOC: what Crelle is wearing:
https://www.google.com/search?q=character%20medieval%20male&tbm=isch&client=ms-opera-mobile&prmd=isvn&hl=en&ved=0CAcQrNwCKABqFwoTCIj1_amwp-kCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAL&biw=412&bih=647#imgrc=xQkkJyWnYNulUM

Her blade (ignore the one in the costume pic):
https://www.medievalcollectibles.com/product/pirate-cutlass-3/?matchtype=&keyword=&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiq_7hKun6QIVFRLnCh0apgfHEAQYAyABEgKcYPD_BwE

-Kat

William resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands. He moved his coat to the side revealing a short blade which he then drew, he allowed himself a brief smile, this was the only weapon he was moderately skilled at, he could barely hit the side of a barn with a phaser and he knew for a fact that he was useless in a fistfight but a sword, well he knew how to use one of these. He did, however, unfasten the phaser from its holster in his bag to make it easier to fetch it if necessary. While his hand was in the bag he discretely grabbed his tricorder, knelt down and started a scan cycle for any organic signatures in the area, he didn’t much believe in these so-called ‘Zombies’ but just in case he decided that a broader search was in order.

CSO, 2O