Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 19:08:52 GMT
No public transportation could have found its way to a village this remote. It was old, and old-fashioned enough that some people could have called it 'backward'. The buildings were mostly made of stone and masonry, in a way that modern buildings rarely were, but establishing a supply line between the city and a village like this one would have been costly, and no one had cared enough to do it. Instead, they should have been stuck with technology out of the millenia past, but oddly, they weren't. Each small building had electric lights, and the only hint of power lines were found near the sheer rock descents that flanked the village on two sides. The people didn't seem to notice if their town was odd. Though they weren't numerous, they weren't lacking in necessities or spirit.
The greatest oddity, though, was in the few prosthetics that could be found in town. They were miners, all three of them, and they wore their arms (and one leg) as if they'd had them their whole lives. But those models weren't from any of the major manufacturers of the last fifty years, and they were kept in good repair.
One such man sat under the shade of one of the buildings, carving something out of bone. His eye was white and sightless, with a jagged scar disfiguring the right side of his face, down to his jaw. On the same side, he had a prosthetic arm that was only apparent as such because of the thin white line of light that glowed along the length of the simulated ulna. That and the fact that it lacked hair, when the man was burly enough that he had plenty of excess hair everywhere else.
The knife in his hand creaked along the white surface of the object he was carving, which was early enough in its creation that its identity couldn't be determined. The craftsman wore a leather apron over his clothes, but nothing over his bald head. He didn't seem to register anyone who walked by.
But this was the village where the communication had sent the mysterious person who had volunteered for the job. The rumor was that these people knew the location of the recluse. Evidence of his work seemed to litter the village, and yet the executives who had come searching had been rebuffed. Maybe you will have more luck? The long trek up here would result in a long, fruitless walk back, if you can't convince someone to trust you with the location.
tags;; Aiden Garnette
DM notes;; none
