Name: Brother Roy
Inventory: very well-maintained white overalls, white cap, a spotless toolbox holding a variety of tools for varying repairs, several other toolboxes in van, quite a few bits of metal to work with. A respectable sum of money. Ammo for Brother Sam. Quite a reasonable amount of food and water. Drafting tools and a wealth of paper.
Character Concept: a hopeful aviation engineer with a silver tongue and a loyal henchman, Brother Roy hopes to find someone in the land who shares his lifelong, enthusiastic dream of one day slipping the surly bonds of earth, as is natural for man to do. He cares not how many people think he can't do it, or how many white lies need to be told for this to happen, but while he breathes, he is going to work ceaselessly toward his great goal - heavier-than-air flight, or at least lighter-than-air flight if that proves easier, done on a commercial level!
Ally: Brother Sam, a man of guns. Guns are the man's passion, though he also rather likes to watch Brother Roy work as well. This is more of a hobby, obviously, but nevertheless Brother Roy has gotten Brother Sam a very fine set of overalls and matching cap, making them look like quite the team! And they sort of are, since Brother Sam shoots everything that Brother Roy cannot deal with on his own, utilizing his favorite MAC-11 with reckless abandon when the situation calls for it.
Transportation: a white off-road vehicle, powered by gasoline, fairly well-kept and relatively quiet, though not particularly fast. The two back seats and the trunk are filled with quite a bit of tools, plans, materials and everything that a combination of those three could possibly produce. It's all kept in rather fastidious order, of course, and the more fragile things are securely tied down.
Stats and skills:
Firearms: Poor (firearm disassembly)
Doge: Average (reaching cover)
Melee: Poor (evading knife attacks)
Charisma: Excellent (sales pitches)
Strength: Average (sprinting)
Agility: Average (piloting)
Repair: Excellent (aircraft creation)
You start to wander around town, simply looking around. The immediate buildings are an odd mix of rectangular brick houses with wooden tops and wooden shacks, both seem to only have a single room filled with everything a family needs to live. Neither seem to have any internal walls.They all seem to have wooden doors with a plank to lock them, but each one is left wide open. They also have windows at odd angels, all seeming to point outwards, giving them a view of the lake.You notice that some houses have a few boards removed from their floor, giving them a convenient open lake. There are smaller buildings as well, marked with a crescent moon. These are of course, the outhouses, which seem to lead to tubes that dispose waste far away, into the lake.
People pass, greeting both of you politely, but carrying on their business quickly and efficiently. Many are carrying things, wooden boxes filled with fresh fish, a rope basket filled with vibrant water flowers, bundled up clothes of different colors, and all seem to go in different directions. Everyone seems busy, but pleasantly so, with a certain excitement in the air. You see one of the priests, and see why someone would laugh. He is dressed up like the aftermath of a tsunami, like someone glued broken boards, fish bones, and assorted flotsam to a sand colored robe. Even his head was covered in random junk. He was talking to a young couple in fancy cloths, holding hands and smiling. They seemed to be planning a wedding for the ceremony day.
You start to approach the edge, where you see several boats of varying sizes. All where man powered and relatively small, two person row boats, a dozen person long boats, etc. You notice a much larger ferry in the distance, probably the boat that has your van in it, powered by longer oars like a sea sailing ship with a flatter bottom. Both men and women where hard at work, putting out nets and cages and fishing rods into the water below.
You walk again toward the center, seeing the layout change slightly. There was an open air market place, often with men simply laying out their goods on a small wooden board in front of them, as they sit cross legged on the ground. Everyone had a lot of variety, fish being the most common product, with the next common being items that are probably for the ceremony. Some of the larger stalls had several men on a combined long board, with an even larger variety of goods, including everything from wooden rifles to imported vegetables.
Passing that, you enter another calm residential area. It is here that you find a school. It is a rectangular brick building, again with no internal walls, but is at least ten times as long as a normal house. Looking inside, you see that the classes are separated by space and age. The younger kids where dressed up as waves as the man had said, each kid looking like they made the costume themselves. Crayon-colored blue paper glued on to blue outfits, some with hastily applied makeup, giving them the appearance almost like the priests. The one older class is sitting cross legged in front of a teacher who is reading from a book. Some of the little kids start giggling amongst themselves, and soon the whole class was rushing the older kids with "Whoosh! Splash!" and other onomatopoeias. Most pretended to get washed away, a few pretended to hold their breath and start swimming, with only a few ignoring it with annoyed looks. Even they had to start laughing when everyone else did.
You continue to wander, looking for the castle you had seen earlier. It is in the very back of the town, almost separated. Looking at it, it has a much different feel then the rest. It is built of completely different materials, white stone, and is not on the same wooden dock. It is on dry land, the top of an incredibly tall hill, still several meters above the water. It is at least twice as large as the school building had been, and is the only building you have seen with multiple floors. It is separated from town in another way, by a few feet of water, making it difficult to get to. A few guards, something you saw little of in the town, patrolled along the walls with long rifles.
What do you do now?
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Topic: Journeys:RPG of Wandering (Read 4239 times)