Posted Jan. 27, 2022, 10:12 a.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 1 Entering Krezk
[snip]Meanwhile also evidenced as they came upon this scene was a quite large three story wooden barn building where the six women in simple farming toned grey pants/shirts, ranging in age from early teens to late 20s were carrying buckets out of the barn. From a distance it looked like it was likely some kind of milk, probably from the alien cow like creatures the transporter chief had mentioned were domesticated by the farmers. Also at a glance the landing party could tell the six women, and 12 men in the field were likely in some form or another related. The three overseers though were clearly not of the farming family stock and not related.
As this was all taken in it seems one of the overseers had seen the landing party in the distance about 80 yards off. He gave a first curious suspicious look at them in passing before spitting to the side off the horse and turning away to return bellowing at another farmer to ‘hurry up’ or some such. The look he gave the landing party was clear evidence that some people in this area at least were suspicious of outsiders to their town. Or at least weary of them.
GM CockRoach
As they approached the farm, Rand flipped the cover of her satchel closed over the tricorder. The overseers didn’t look like anyone she wanted to speak to and so she kept her gaze on the road and kept walking with the rest of the group. They didn’t look very friendly and even if the farmers were she didn’t think the overseers would let them talk to the strangers passing by. Of course that wasn’t her call to make, but then again if Rand was given the choice she wouldn’t talk to anyone she didn’t know.
Yeoman Rand
The suspicion in the overseer’s leer warned of a potential curiosity or distrust toward outsiders. Haadok wondered whether it fueled their apparently family-based farming or reflected another cultural norm. Budding theories of genetics? Isolation? Convenience? Haadok blinked and dismissed her speculations. There were still so many unknowns. Besides, the last time she wondered about a people, her head was nearly severed by a six-legged beast. Haadok shifted her sights and attention to the barn, then to others in anticipation of a plan… or something resembling one.
— Haadok, CMO
Rand knew, from her own experience growing up, that outlying farms and families didn’t necessarily hold the values or customs of the nearby villages. The overseers didn’t bother to speak to them or approach then, nor did the workers. And if they wanted to blend in they should know better than to approach someone so hostile. They would probably have better luck in the village where it was expected to see strangers and travelers. Rand continued on down the path with the rest of team toward Krezk.
Yeoman Rand
As the team passed by the farmers, they continued down a well traveled and used dirt/rocky road. The rain from earlier began to lessen and soon fresh warm bits of sunlight began to break through the cloud cover. As they rounded another winding road bend the welcome sight of their goal the village gates of Krezk came into being. The village was setup primarily on a slightly raised hillside. Protected all around by a high wood log built wall almost 12 feet in height and double layered by logs almost 4-5 feet thick. Atop the walls were the small heads of local guard it seems. By this point on the approach they had been joined by a pair of small farming wagons pulled by some kind of oxen like beast or burden. The carts manned by a single late aged teenager, likely of peasant stock like those back on the farms previously. The carts were full of packages of wheat, fruit, and vegetables, likely for sale in the village ahead.
Approaching the gatehouse the wagons ahead of them were stopped by a trio of stern looking guards like those on the farms. These though wore some kind of chain linked armor, obviously of higher standing then the farm overseers. They were armed with heavy wooden-metal bound clubs it seems. They gave the carts a bit of a passing through evidently taking their job’s seriously in looking for any threats to their village. After being waved ahead one by one, the landing party was soon taken in by the guards. “..Foot travelers huh?” One burly looking guard said chewing some kind of tobacco like weed in his mouth. “..Where you folks coming from? And whats your business here in Krezk?” he stated to no one in particular.
GM CockRoach
Rand listened carefully as the guards talked to the farmers. She was listening for nuances in speech, dialect, and accent. She didn’t want to sound exactly like them, but she wanted to pick up just enough to make the guards think they were visiting but not so perfect he thought they were from nearby. When he addressed them, Rand glanced up with a perfectly believable concern and desperate hope. “Perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for my brother. My parents and I have not heard from him in the longest time. The last we heard from him said he was coming north. I was hoping he had come here or one of the near by villages.” She clasped her hands in a worried nervous gesture. “Is there anywhere I could ask to see if anyone has seen him?”
Yeoman Rand
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