Posted Jan. 26, 2022, 12:23 p.m. by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) (Robert Archer)
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As everyone got settled and changed, NE Charles briefed everyone on the local area they were to beam down into it shortly, “..Ok so the last area, we’re sending you all is the hardest to get scans on, weirdly it seems like something is trying to deflect our scans. Still does not seem like it will interfere with comms or transporters so you all should be fine. The village you’re going too is called Barovia Village. It seems pretty run down, barely inhabited in fact. What does live there seems human like with a few passing non-humans in heavy garb. The locals don’t seem to do much more than farm during the day, then rush inside as night approached. If you ask me they almost seemed afraid of the coming night fall, but for wildlife all we picked up were some alien like sheep, cows, some forest life, and a few really big wolf packs being the most dangerous. Two places of note on scans came up, one seems to be an old run down temple complex on the north side of the village, the other is a large tavern and inn within the village center. Could be places to check into for local information gathering to start. We did scans too for anything related to the warp pulse or other alien technology, but nothing came up for certain. The only stand out is the massive castle overlooking the village to the north west up the mountain, scanning there is fragmented and we’re pretty sure if you get within it we’ll have trouble with comms and transporters, only thing that seems obvious to cause such anomalies seems like the weather. Speaking of which its quite foggy there, day or night, with off and on rain storms passing through its near sun rise right now but given said storms you’ll probably not see it much through the cloud cover..” he reported.
With the standard away team pack slung over his shoulder, Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders nodded intently and grinned, “Get down there, make friends and see what else we can find out. Everyone ready to go?”
-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-
David stood on the PaDD and concealed a tricorder under his jacket. “I’m ready when you are.” He smiled.
-Ensign Sweeney
“No phasers unless we have to lads and lasses, understood?”
-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-
“Got it Lieutenant.” David nodded. He didn’t want to use a phaser at all anyway, so it would be no problem not drawing it on these people.
-Ensign Sweeney
NE Charles waited at the transporter controls as the third and final team would assemble. He waited to get the go ahead to begin the transport cycle to beam them down to the alien planet.
Marcus grinned and stepped briskly over towards the Transporter pad, “Then away we go,” he said grandly, “Form up on me people.”
-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-
With everyone assembled and prepared, as well as disguised the transporter chief sent the landing party on their way. As the transporter beam released them from its grip there was a brief unusual feeling of disembodied nausea that everyone would feel not normally associated with the reliable transporter effect. But as with anything it was so brief to probably not be anything unusual and worth giving a thought towards.
Looking around the group found itself about a half a mile from the village dubbed ‘Barovia Village’. As the transporter chief had noted earlier it was just beginning to show the first rays of sun rise to the east over the distant foggy mountains. Further it was a bit murky and quite foggy this morning and rainy, a steady and constant drizzle already starting to bead onto their clothes and supplies. Luckily the thick leathers and such everyone had staved off the worst of the drizzles’ effects for now. Viewing distance because of the thick fog and rain made it quite short, barely anything past 30 feet was impossible make out.
Around them the sounds of an awakening forest were also heard, birds began to chirp here and there or take flight, distant hoots of some kind of unseen owl showed a last minute hunting by the bird on some unknown prey. The fading howl of one of the somewhat dangerous noted wolf packs in the region baying a warning against trespassers to their turf. The effect all around seemed almost spooky, like they had stepped into some kind of cheap holographic horror play. From within the deep fog bank behind them the muted sound of clopping horse hooves and the rattling of several pairs of wagon wheels gave away that they were on a well traveled firm dirt road, and they would soon have company of some of the locals it seemed.
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