Post by Pecomica on Nov 29, 2018 10:12:41 GMT 8
Been playing various tabletop with these people over the years have really brought us closer together. Our friendship extended beyond just the gaming table. We would often have dinner together after our games, or even meet up between games just to hang out at each others places.
Sure schedules still had to be met, and sometimes we didn't get to play for a month, but the friendship remained. We all knew what was important and what was for fun and relaxation. In short. We're friends. We get along well together and we enjoy hanging out.
So when someone suggested we play the weekly lottery we felt it was a ok thing to do. It doesn't cost that much, and it was a fun event to add to our gatherings. What would we do if we won. Would we buy outrageous stuff for the hell of it, or would we be sensible. You know, the standard musings of people playing the lottery.
Well, wouldn't you know. We won. We actually won. I'm not talking about a return of our 'investment', but an actual sum that brings envy to those that didn't win. The type of winnings, that if told, would bring out friends you didn't know you had, or relatives you never heard of. Wolves... because, you know. Greed.
We didn't share our luck with anyone other than a few close friends and family members. People we knew would be adult about it. And again the talks was about what we would do. After the initial shock wore off, and we actually saw the money in our account. I did the responsible thing, and handed it over to my wife. I kept maybe a 10th of my share, for personal fun. Computers parts, tech stuff, a new phone, 3D printer. But the bulk went to her. She is the responsible one in this family.
We talked about going on a vacation. Various locations came to mind, most of them away from the sweltering heat of Singapore. Sweden was mentioned. As was UK, France, Spain and Italy. We soon realized we didn't have to pick one place to visit. We won the fucking lottery. We could go to all the places. We would visit them all, and do our table top sessions in different countries. As well as seeing the sights. I knew of a few places in Sweden we could visit. Like the National History Museum in Malmo where you can see stuff going back to the stone age. Very impressive history. Kept in this old keep, surrounded by a moat, near the border to Denmark.
So we planned on Sweden being our first stop, and then we move on from there. Maybe by car across Europe. Seeing as we were a few people with licences we got that part covered. Just needed something big enough. Chris wanted to go my motorcycle, and so did Darian. So while the rest of us was content being in a car, where conversations were possible, they set about figuring out the logistics of riding a bike built for two.
Suz, who have no interest in tabletop games, also wanted a vacation. Some of her close friends had moved to New Zealand a few years earlier so she opted to visit them. At the end of our trip, I would fly to NZ and meet up with her there. A month apart would be tricky, but we have our phones, we have whatsapp! We've been apart before and we always made it work. This would be no different.
We reach Stockholm and get off the plane. Pass the immigration and gets our bags. Chris had bought a bike and have had it delivered to the airport for pickup. The rest of us went to the car rental place and picked up our van. Big enough for the 5 of us and our luggage.
Once on the road we headed north. The first stop was this cabin a few miles north of Stockholm. We were going to be there for a few days before moving on to other parts, and since we would be doing some hiking, we pick up the stuff we need in a shop along the way.
It's the strangest thing. We landed in the morning, around 7 am. We left the airport well before noon, after our breakfast there, but the sky was turning dark to early. I know it gets dark early in the winter, but not this early. Maybe further up north in Sweden, but not here. Well, we didn't think much of it, as it was a gradual thing. We followed the route of the GPS.
After we've been driving for a bit we heard the sirens. Lots of sirens. They came from ahead and I slowed down a bit and pulled closer to the shoulder. Never know what will happen at high speeds in slippery roads. We saw Firetrucks, Police cars and Ambulances. All speeding past us to someplace behind. We questioned what was going on, but we all shared the same knowledge. Turning on the radio gave us static. Richard fiddled with the knobs and buttons and eventually got a satisfactory signal. The particle accelerator had malfunction during one of their tests, and... That's all we got before static returned. No matter how much Richard fondled the controls, the radio was not responsive. So we turned of the radio and talked about what it could mean. We made a few jokes about how this was the end of the world, and it made perfect sense that Murphy and his stupid law would give us this big Fuck you!
We didn't notice it at first, but we soon saw it. Holes in the sky. Darkness, absorbing all the light. Made no sense, but there it was. Like burning paper, except it wasn't paper. It was the sky. It was being torn apart. I slammed on the breaks and that was a mistake. A patch of ice on the road put us into a skid. 'Fuck', I said as we started to slide. 'O fuck', the rest said, or something similar. Hard to remember in the moment of panic.
I saw how the vista just in front of the car ripped apart, and I manage to scream out 'hold on', before the car started to tumble down into blackness. You know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and it goes down the big hill? Yeah, I felt that as well as panic. Not a nice combination. I've been in a tumbling car before. Controlled tumbling when the driving instructors showed us what it was like. Didn't like it then, and didn't like it now. All I could do was hold on to the steering wheel. Good thing we're all buckled up. Well. Most of us. Daryl wasn't and he hit his head against the windshield as the car lurched.
Eventually we came to a stop. Not gently, but forcefully. At first the view was black, then all of a sudden it was white and we stopped. Tilting forward. It felt like ages, but was more likely just a few seconds before I released the grip on the steering wheel. Being careful not to rock the car. Windows was blocked by snow, so no idea where we were. After checking everyone was ok, Daryl was caressing his head. A small bruise was visible, but he was alive. And so was the rest of us.
I opened the car door and managed to reach out to brush away some of the snow. Enough to be able to step outside. I did and it was dark. But the car seemed to be secured in the ditch. I told the others, and we all stepped outside. Looking secure and being secure is two different things. I could see some light in the distance. Daryl might have a concussion, so we decided to get to the light. Sure we had a first aid kit in the car, but being more for cuts and open wounds, it wouldn't do much against a concussion.
We walked along a dirt path. For some reason this wasn't paved. As we walked the path we could see a cluster of light to our left along the path, while some more sporadic lights were seen to our right. I guess the path would split eventually, but figure we got a better chance of getting help in the village, rather than a house. A phone would be ideal as I couldn't get a signal on my cell. Call the rental company and then a tow truck. Hopefully someone in the village would know enough medicine to check on Daryl.
We get to the village and it's dark. There is something strange about this place. Not sure what it is though. Can't put my finger on it, but something is out of place. We find what appears to be a local watering hole. It's lit up from the inside, and we can hear sounds. Opening the door we walk in. Everyone just stops what they are doing. Guess everyone that usually gets to this place is already here. We walk over to the guy at the bar. "Can I borrow your phone? We had an accident up the road and I need to call for a tow truck" The man looks at me with a smile. "Borrow my what?" "Your telephone" I hold up my cell phone "I would use my own but I don't seem to have a signal here." The man smiled, like one would do to a child. "Are you ok?" he asked. "I am sure of what you speak. You mentioned an accident. Are you in need of healing?" He continued. Daryl looked around and I did the same. This pub was different. I didn't notice it before but now I saw it. Light was cast by torches on the wall. A fire was burning in the hearth by the corner. People were dressed in... plain clothes, for lack of a better word. I returned to look at the barkeep. I leaned in. "Listen, if you are all doing some medieval world re-enactment, great, but my friend is injured and I just need to borrow your phone. If you have it in the back that's fine. I won't say anything to the others" I swept my hand in an arch indicating the rest of the patrons. The barkeep nodded and called over someone else. "Fetch the priest." He said and then went to pour a few mugs of ale. "Why don't you take a seat by one of the table, and the priest will come to check on you. IN the meantime, have something to drink... on the house."
Daryl grabbed his mug and moved to a table before I could respond. I grabbed mine and sat down with Daryl. "Maybe the priest is in charge. Maybe he can let us use his phone" I said and then took a sip from the mug. Mmm. warm stale ale. Not to keen on the taste. Prefer a lighter brew, but I guess this is 'authentic'.
Daryl seemed to have a slight smile on his lips. Maybe the concussion was serious, or not serious and he just enjoyed his ale. I tried my phone again, but still no service.
A short while later the door opens and two men enter. One is the man the barkeep sent away, the other is new. He wears this long dark robe thing. The stuff you usually see priests wear in movies or series set in this time period. 'Well, he dress the part' I think as he is directed to our table. He sits down and introduces himself. He turns to Daryl and examines his wound. Suddenly a slight blue sheen is seen in his palm and he press it against Daryl's bumb. As he pulls his hand away the glow is gone and it looks like Daryl's wound is as well. 'What the hell was that? How did he make the light appear.' I looked at his hand and tried to look up his sleeve for the hidden LED, but couldn't see anything. Daryl is now grinning. 'Ale to strong for him?' Again I try to explain about our situation, but again is met with dumb stares. Well, it seem like Daryl is OK, so I guess we can play along for a bit. "Our carT is stuck outside on the road. Do you think we can get some help pulling it free?" I ask, making sure to enunciate the T, as it seem to be something they are proud of. Not Car. but CarT. Sure I play along. It's not a car, it's a carT, pulled by wishes and fearies, good intentions and magic baubles. Will be fun to see how they explain the look of their car, using their old ye speak.
We also mention we have friends out there and at least they should be informed of the situation and brought in from the cold. The priest (He did mention his name, but I wasn't paying attention to the LARPer that much), offered to help us and together we went back to the carT.. fuck it. It's a car. not a cart. I will call it car, because that's what it is. This is my journal. We are joined by a few of the farmers and I notice some of them are wearing tools. Not the tools that would help dislodge a vehicle, but tools that would help subdue someone troublesome.
We get to the car, and I see the others there. We quickly explain the situation to our friends and with some hesitation the farmers help pull or car out of the ground. I saw that our friends pulled out our luggage while we were away. Good thinking. Jaslyn have this look on her face. Don't think I've seen her like this before. She look... scared. I look at Andrea.. she also looks scared. They're huddled together and keeping their distance from the villagers. Richard is standing by the front of the car. 'What happened while we were in the village?' I hear a gasp and I look towards the sound. The farmers step back and lowered their tools of subduing towards us.
The priest looks at something on the ground I try and look myself. 'What the... is that a leg? Like a human leg. Of fuck is it Chris? Or Darian' "We found them under the car." I hear someone say. The priest stands up and say "This is a red robe wizard. Why are you travelling with the red robes?" 'Red robes... Neither Chris or Darian wore red.' I release the breath I didn't know I held. 'So they are safe, but where are they?' The farmers starting to calling out words. Words like spies, hanging, burning, torturing. The priest calms them down and say they need to question us about our involvement with these wizards. Someone notice a chain reaching into the mound of dirt. Some of the farmers tries to pull at it, but are unable to reveal what's inside. I offer to help and with our combined efforts we manage to pull out the other end of the chain. A arm is holding on to it.. and nothing else. The arm is separated from it's body. Could this day get any worse?
"We killed the red robes, so we are heroes" 'What the actual fuck did he just say?' I look at Richard. 'Did he just admit to murder? In front of all these simple farmers with their farming tools. Tools that can cause severe damage. Why would he say something like that?' The priest is taken aback by the statement, but is firm in his orders. "Please don't resist. We will get to the bottom of this tomorrow. Until then you will be placed under guard." And with that we were escorted back to the village. We brought our luggage but it was taken from us when we got to this dark house. "You will stay here tonight. Don't try to escape. There will be guards by the doors. Tomorrow the elders will decide" And with that the priest walked back into the pub and we were escorted into the rooms.
Daryl and I got a room, the girls got one, and Richard got his own room. Bed was to soft, but the floor was to hard. Either way it didn't matter much. Daryl snores so I didn't get much sleep. Plus the fact that we might be accused of murder in the morning. 'Maybe if I get a different lawyer than Richard, I get a better deal. Could always claim he did the deed. I mean, he already said he did, so it should be OK, right?'
Next morning we are brought to the pub again and are given a very nice breakfast. 'Our last meal' I think as I dig in. 'Not much I can do about it at this time. Maybe I can break free if things get heated, but lets see what these 'Elders' have to say'
We are brought into a side room after our breakfast and asked to retell our story. We all agreed to keep it simple. Don't share any information with them. Let them ask the questions and we answer. Short and to the point. As they ask us to tell them what happen Daryl tells them everything. Claiming we are from another world and we came here through a dimension gate or portal or something. 'What the actual fuck part 2. They haven't even mentioned torture and he just tell them everything' Well, no going back now. I guess we are committed to this story. Might as well play along. I am sure they slip up sometime. But until then... play along with the nice crazy people.
Daryl finish his recollection and we all fill in some of the parts. They ask us a few more questions but in general they are quite civil about the whole ordeal. They say the believe us as Zone of truth had been cast as we entered. Really? We are compelled to tell the truth, huh. Let's test it shall we. I look at my shoes. Blue sneakers with white laces. Under my breath I try to say White sneakers with snakes for lace. I think the words, and I say "Blue sneakers with white laces". Hmm.. I try again. "Blue sneakers with white laces. Can't do it. I can think snakes, but it comes out as laces. Fine! Zone of truth it is.
We are told to remain in the village until they know what to do with us. They accept to help us bring our car back to the village and they appoint someone to be our liaison with the village. Someone who will answer our questions. We are brought back to the house we spent the night in. No guards this time. We're alone. So we get to plan our future. If we are where they say we are. 'Faerun', then we have some aces up our sleeves. Between Richard and Daryl there is plenty of knowledge to be had about this place. Knowledge we can use to our advantage. We agree we should move on to a bigger place. To find a way back home. This village is to small to offer any real help in that matter. We also agree that we can probably sell the car. In parts would probably be best. Richard have the tire iron and we figure we sell that here, get some coins as well as some equipment.
We need to get a job. So far things have been given to us, but eventually we would have to pay for stuff. I don't like to be indebted to anyone. I got carpentry skills so maybe I can help out with that. The others also have skills we can use here, to make ends meet. Maybe our chances of higher paying jobs is easier in the bigger cities.
There is a knock on the door and a woman steps in. She introduce herself as Melissa and she says she have been put in charge of caring for our well being as well as answer any questions we might have. We ask her a few questions, one being that we need to bring our car over to the house. She answers our questions as best she can. She is a hunter. Not the most popular member of the village because of her choice of profession. Maybe that's why she was selected to care for us. Either way. Daryl asks about the surrounding lands and learn there is a cave near by. The girls wants to gather reefs, grass and other things to make into baskets. Melissa offers to show them how to use the bow as well. As the girls go with Melissa the rest of us head out to bring the car back.
We also visit the blacksmith and manage to sell him the tire iron. We get a nice price I guess. Enough for a few pieces of equipment and enough money to tie us over for a few days. Maybe the girls will come back with some fresh meat. As the sun sets we all gather together and make our way to the pub. I've been told the local carpenter like to drink his fill at night, so it is a good place to find him. I find him and chat with him. He accept my job application as it allow him to work on other things, like bows and such. Something Richard claim he can help him with. Excellent. We are off to a... start. We got some possible income, we have a cave that Daryl want's to explore and we got some weapons to help us. Although we are told the cave isn't that dangerous, but we shouldn't go there. Well, we mostly will go there anyway.
Wonder what will happen tomorrow.
Sure schedules still had to be met, and sometimes we didn't get to play for a month, but the friendship remained. We all knew what was important and what was for fun and relaxation. In short. We're friends. We get along well together and we enjoy hanging out.
So when someone suggested we play the weekly lottery we felt it was a ok thing to do. It doesn't cost that much, and it was a fun event to add to our gatherings. What would we do if we won. Would we buy outrageous stuff for the hell of it, or would we be sensible. You know, the standard musings of people playing the lottery.
Well, wouldn't you know. We won. We actually won. I'm not talking about a return of our 'investment', but an actual sum that brings envy to those that didn't win. The type of winnings, that if told, would bring out friends you didn't know you had, or relatives you never heard of. Wolves... because, you know. Greed.
We didn't share our luck with anyone other than a few close friends and family members. People we knew would be adult about it. And again the talks was about what we would do. After the initial shock wore off, and we actually saw the money in our account. I did the responsible thing, and handed it over to my wife. I kept maybe a 10th of my share, for personal fun. Computers parts, tech stuff, a new phone, 3D printer. But the bulk went to her. She is the responsible one in this family.
We talked about going on a vacation. Various locations came to mind, most of them away from the sweltering heat of Singapore. Sweden was mentioned. As was UK, France, Spain and Italy. We soon realized we didn't have to pick one place to visit. We won the fucking lottery. We could go to all the places. We would visit them all, and do our table top sessions in different countries. As well as seeing the sights. I knew of a few places in Sweden we could visit. Like the National History Museum in Malmo where you can see stuff going back to the stone age. Very impressive history. Kept in this old keep, surrounded by a moat, near the border to Denmark.
So we planned on Sweden being our first stop, and then we move on from there. Maybe by car across Europe. Seeing as we were a few people with licences we got that part covered. Just needed something big enough. Chris wanted to go my motorcycle, and so did Darian. So while the rest of us was content being in a car, where conversations were possible, they set about figuring out the logistics of riding a bike built for two.
Suz, who have no interest in tabletop games, also wanted a vacation. Some of her close friends had moved to New Zealand a few years earlier so she opted to visit them. At the end of our trip, I would fly to NZ and meet up with her there. A month apart would be tricky, but we have our phones, we have whatsapp! We've been apart before and we always made it work. This would be no different.
We reach Stockholm and get off the plane. Pass the immigration and gets our bags. Chris had bought a bike and have had it delivered to the airport for pickup. The rest of us went to the car rental place and picked up our van. Big enough for the 5 of us and our luggage.
Once on the road we headed north. The first stop was this cabin a few miles north of Stockholm. We were going to be there for a few days before moving on to other parts, and since we would be doing some hiking, we pick up the stuff we need in a shop along the way.
It's the strangest thing. We landed in the morning, around 7 am. We left the airport well before noon, after our breakfast there, but the sky was turning dark to early. I know it gets dark early in the winter, but not this early. Maybe further up north in Sweden, but not here. Well, we didn't think much of it, as it was a gradual thing. We followed the route of the GPS.
After we've been driving for a bit we heard the sirens. Lots of sirens. They came from ahead and I slowed down a bit and pulled closer to the shoulder. Never know what will happen at high speeds in slippery roads. We saw Firetrucks, Police cars and Ambulances. All speeding past us to someplace behind. We questioned what was going on, but we all shared the same knowledge. Turning on the radio gave us static. Richard fiddled with the knobs and buttons and eventually got a satisfactory signal. The particle accelerator had malfunction during one of their tests, and... That's all we got before static returned. No matter how much Richard fondled the controls, the radio was not responsive. So we turned of the radio and talked about what it could mean. We made a few jokes about how this was the end of the world, and it made perfect sense that Murphy and his stupid law would give us this big Fuck you!
We didn't notice it at first, but we soon saw it. Holes in the sky. Darkness, absorbing all the light. Made no sense, but there it was. Like burning paper, except it wasn't paper. It was the sky. It was being torn apart. I slammed on the breaks and that was a mistake. A patch of ice on the road put us into a skid. 'Fuck', I said as we started to slide. 'O fuck', the rest said, or something similar. Hard to remember in the moment of panic.
I saw how the vista just in front of the car ripped apart, and I manage to scream out 'hold on', before the car started to tumble down into blackness. You know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and it goes down the big hill? Yeah, I felt that as well as panic. Not a nice combination. I've been in a tumbling car before. Controlled tumbling when the driving instructors showed us what it was like. Didn't like it then, and didn't like it now. All I could do was hold on to the steering wheel. Good thing we're all buckled up. Well. Most of us. Daryl wasn't and he hit his head against the windshield as the car lurched.
Eventually we came to a stop. Not gently, but forcefully. At first the view was black, then all of a sudden it was white and we stopped. Tilting forward. It felt like ages, but was more likely just a few seconds before I released the grip on the steering wheel. Being careful not to rock the car. Windows was blocked by snow, so no idea where we were. After checking everyone was ok, Daryl was caressing his head. A small bruise was visible, but he was alive. And so was the rest of us.
I opened the car door and managed to reach out to brush away some of the snow. Enough to be able to step outside. I did and it was dark. But the car seemed to be secured in the ditch. I told the others, and we all stepped outside. Looking secure and being secure is two different things. I could see some light in the distance. Daryl might have a concussion, so we decided to get to the light. Sure we had a first aid kit in the car, but being more for cuts and open wounds, it wouldn't do much against a concussion.
We walked along a dirt path. For some reason this wasn't paved. As we walked the path we could see a cluster of light to our left along the path, while some more sporadic lights were seen to our right. I guess the path would split eventually, but figure we got a better chance of getting help in the village, rather than a house. A phone would be ideal as I couldn't get a signal on my cell. Call the rental company and then a tow truck. Hopefully someone in the village would know enough medicine to check on Daryl.
We get to the village and it's dark. There is something strange about this place. Not sure what it is though. Can't put my finger on it, but something is out of place. We find what appears to be a local watering hole. It's lit up from the inside, and we can hear sounds. Opening the door we walk in. Everyone just stops what they are doing. Guess everyone that usually gets to this place is already here. We walk over to the guy at the bar. "Can I borrow your phone? We had an accident up the road and I need to call for a tow truck" The man looks at me with a smile. "Borrow my what?" "Your telephone" I hold up my cell phone "I would use my own but I don't seem to have a signal here." The man smiled, like one would do to a child. "Are you ok?" he asked. "I am sure of what you speak. You mentioned an accident. Are you in need of healing?" He continued. Daryl looked around and I did the same. This pub was different. I didn't notice it before but now I saw it. Light was cast by torches on the wall. A fire was burning in the hearth by the corner. People were dressed in... plain clothes, for lack of a better word. I returned to look at the barkeep. I leaned in. "Listen, if you are all doing some medieval world re-enactment, great, but my friend is injured and I just need to borrow your phone. If you have it in the back that's fine. I won't say anything to the others" I swept my hand in an arch indicating the rest of the patrons. The barkeep nodded and called over someone else. "Fetch the priest." He said and then went to pour a few mugs of ale. "Why don't you take a seat by one of the table, and the priest will come to check on you. IN the meantime, have something to drink... on the house."
Daryl grabbed his mug and moved to a table before I could respond. I grabbed mine and sat down with Daryl. "Maybe the priest is in charge. Maybe he can let us use his phone" I said and then took a sip from the mug. Mmm. warm stale ale. Not to keen on the taste. Prefer a lighter brew, but I guess this is 'authentic'.
Daryl seemed to have a slight smile on his lips. Maybe the concussion was serious, or not serious and he just enjoyed his ale. I tried my phone again, but still no service.
A short while later the door opens and two men enter. One is the man the barkeep sent away, the other is new. He wears this long dark robe thing. The stuff you usually see priests wear in movies or series set in this time period. 'Well, he dress the part' I think as he is directed to our table. He sits down and introduces himself. He turns to Daryl and examines his wound. Suddenly a slight blue sheen is seen in his palm and he press it against Daryl's bumb. As he pulls his hand away the glow is gone and it looks like Daryl's wound is as well. 'What the hell was that? How did he make the light appear.' I looked at his hand and tried to look up his sleeve for the hidden LED, but couldn't see anything. Daryl is now grinning. 'Ale to strong for him?' Again I try to explain about our situation, but again is met with dumb stares. Well, it seem like Daryl is OK, so I guess we can play along for a bit. "Our carT is stuck outside on the road. Do you think we can get some help pulling it free?" I ask, making sure to enunciate the T, as it seem to be something they are proud of. Not Car. but CarT. Sure I play along. It's not a car, it's a carT, pulled by wishes and fearies, good intentions and magic baubles. Will be fun to see how they explain the look of their car, using their old ye speak.
We also mention we have friends out there and at least they should be informed of the situation and brought in from the cold. The priest (He did mention his name, but I wasn't paying attention to the LARPer that much), offered to help us and together we went back to the carT.. fuck it. It's a car. not a cart. I will call it car, because that's what it is. This is my journal. We are joined by a few of the farmers and I notice some of them are wearing tools. Not the tools that would help dislodge a vehicle, but tools that would help subdue someone troublesome.
We get to the car, and I see the others there. We quickly explain the situation to our friends and with some hesitation the farmers help pull or car out of the ground. I saw that our friends pulled out our luggage while we were away. Good thinking. Jaslyn have this look on her face. Don't think I've seen her like this before. She look... scared. I look at Andrea.. she also looks scared. They're huddled together and keeping their distance from the villagers. Richard is standing by the front of the car. 'What happened while we were in the village?' I hear a gasp and I look towards the sound. The farmers step back and lowered their tools of subduing towards us.
The priest looks at something on the ground I try and look myself. 'What the... is that a leg? Like a human leg. Of fuck is it Chris? Or Darian' "We found them under the car." I hear someone say. The priest stands up and say "This is a red robe wizard. Why are you travelling with the red robes?" 'Red robes... Neither Chris or Darian wore red.' I release the breath I didn't know I held. 'So they are safe, but where are they?' The farmers starting to calling out words. Words like spies, hanging, burning, torturing. The priest calms them down and say they need to question us about our involvement with these wizards. Someone notice a chain reaching into the mound of dirt. Some of the farmers tries to pull at it, but are unable to reveal what's inside. I offer to help and with our combined efforts we manage to pull out the other end of the chain. A arm is holding on to it.. and nothing else. The arm is separated from it's body. Could this day get any worse?
"We killed the red robes, so we are heroes" 'What the actual fuck did he just say?' I look at Richard. 'Did he just admit to murder? In front of all these simple farmers with their farming tools. Tools that can cause severe damage. Why would he say something like that?' The priest is taken aback by the statement, but is firm in his orders. "Please don't resist. We will get to the bottom of this tomorrow. Until then you will be placed under guard." And with that we were escorted back to the village. We brought our luggage but it was taken from us when we got to this dark house. "You will stay here tonight. Don't try to escape. There will be guards by the doors. Tomorrow the elders will decide" And with that the priest walked back into the pub and we were escorted into the rooms.
Daryl and I got a room, the girls got one, and Richard got his own room. Bed was to soft, but the floor was to hard. Either way it didn't matter much. Daryl snores so I didn't get much sleep. Plus the fact that we might be accused of murder in the morning. 'Maybe if I get a different lawyer than Richard, I get a better deal. Could always claim he did the deed. I mean, he already said he did, so it should be OK, right?'
Next morning we are brought to the pub again and are given a very nice breakfast. 'Our last meal' I think as I dig in. 'Not much I can do about it at this time. Maybe I can break free if things get heated, but lets see what these 'Elders' have to say'
We are brought into a side room after our breakfast and asked to retell our story. We all agreed to keep it simple. Don't share any information with them. Let them ask the questions and we answer. Short and to the point. As they ask us to tell them what happen Daryl tells them everything. Claiming we are from another world and we came here through a dimension gate or portal or something. 'What the actual fuck part 2. They haven't even mentioned torture and he just tell them everything' Well, no going back now. I guess we are committed to this story. Might as well play along. I am sure they slip up sometime. But until then... play along with the nice crazy people.
Daryl finish his recollection and we all fill in some of the parts. They ask us a few more questions but in general they are quite civil about the whole ordeal. They say the believe us as Zone of truth had been cast as we entered. Really? We are compelled to tell the truth, huh. Let's test it shall we. I look at my shoes. Blue sneakers with white laces. Under my breath I try to say White sneakers with snakes for lace. I think the words, and I say "Blue sneakers with white laces". Hmm.. I try again. "Blue sneakers with white laces. Can't do it. I can think snakes, but it comes out as laces. Fine! Zone of truth it is.
We are told to remain in the village until they know what to do with us. They accept to help us bring our car back to the village and they appoint someone to be our liaison with the village. Someone who will answer our questions. We are brought back to the house we spent the night in. No guards this time. We're alone. So we get to plan our future. If we are where they say we are. 'Faerun', then we have some aces up our sleeves. Between Richard and Daryl there is plenty of knowledge to be had about this place. Knowledge we can use to our advantage. We agree we should move on to a bigger place. To find a way back home. This village is to small to offer any real help in that matter. We also agree that we can probably sell the car. In parts would probably be best. Richard have the tire iron and we figure we sell that here, get some coins as well as some equipment.
We need to get a job. So far things have been given to us, but eventually we would have to pay for stuff. I don't like to be indebted to anyone. I got carpentry skills so maybe I can help out with that. The others also have skills we can use here, to make ends meet. Maybe our chances of higher paying jobs is easier in the bigger cities.
There is a knock on the door and a woman steps in. She introduce herself as Melissa and she says she have been put in charge of caring for our well being as well as answer any questions we might have. We ask her a few questions, one being that we need to bring our car over to the house. She answers our questions as best she can. She is a hunter. Not the most popular member of the village because of her choice of profession. Maybe that's why she was selected to care for us. Either way. Daryl asks about the surrounding lands and learn there is a cave near by. The girls wants to gather reefs, grass and other things to make into baskets. Melissa offers to show them how to use the bow as well. As the girls go with Melissa the rest of us head out to bring the car back.
We also visit the blacksmith and manage to sell him the tire iron. We get a nice price I guess. Enough for a few pieces of equipment and enough money to tie us over for a few days. Maybe the girls will come back with some fresh meat. As the sun sets we all gather together and make our way to the pub. I've been told the local carpenter like to drink his fill at night, so it is a good place to find him. I find him and chat with him. He accept my job application as it allow him to work on other things, like bows and such. Something Richard claim he can help him with. Excellent. We are off to a... start. We got some possible income, we have a cave that Daryl want's to explore and we got some weapons to help us. Although we are told the cave isn't that dangerous, but we shouldn't go there. Well, we mostly will go there anyway.
Wonder what will happen tomorrow.