winfield: (town)
winfield ([personal profile] winfield) wrote in [community profile] paradisabeyond2013-09-03 07:09 pm

Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - The Town of Fairfield

[You saw the towns some time ago, but it still took a good couple hours of treading past the farmland around it before you actually reached it. They have a distinctly "old western" type of feel to them, with their dusty, unpaved dirt roads and the collection of buildings-- most of them obviously wooden-- sitting side-by-side along either side of the road.

More observant residents may notice that the nearer they come to the town, the more people that look up and notice, and subsequently hurry off or head inside. And even if you didn't notice it as you closed in, it sure becomes apparent once you step under the archway of the town; there's no one around. The tumbleweed that rolls by almost seems to be mocking the residents.

Another thing that becomes apparent is the state of the town. Besides having gone eerily quiet, some of the buildings have been wrecked. There are gouges in the wood, where it hasn't been punched through or torn apart. Rails are broken, and a few of them even have damaged or missing doors.

Are they too late?]

DR. BREWER | HEATH | RECONSTRUCTION

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fuckelves: (preparing for war)

[personal profile] fuckelves 2013-09-04 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Hence my suspicion.

[Thorin allows himself a full, obvious glance towards the saloon.]

It is possible that they are fearful of newcomers despite calling for help. Perhaps they do not yet trust us.

[He pauses.]

Or there is something more sinister at work here.
sworn: (pic#5762187)

[personal profile] sworn 2013-09-04 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He has a point.]

There's only one way to find out.

[Whether he's tagging along or not, Vereesa's walking right into the saloon. Deep down she's always been a "charge into battle" sort of lady.]
fuckelves: (brave)

[personal profile] fuckelves 2013-09-04 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Thorin pauses. Well, if the Elf's going in, he can't very well be a self-respecting Dwarf by staying outside! Besides, she's right - if he wants answers, he'll have to go in with her.]

[So that's precisely what he does: He catches up to her, because there's no way in hell he's entering anywhere behind an Elf, and walks into the saloon.]

...fairly quiet...

[He's not sure he likes this.]
sworn: <user name="frisky"> (pic#6138517)

[personal profile] sworn 2013-09-04 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Too quiet. The figures she had spotted only moments ago are now gone, and she instinctively reaches for her blade.

She has to stop herself from drawing it. Pulling a blade on what could wind up being a group of scared people wouldn't help matters any. She keeps her hand near the hit, though, even as she begins to circle the room.

Maybe if she calls out to them?]


We mean you no harm.
fuckelves: (this is important)

[personal profile] fuckelves 2013-09-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Thorin keeps quiet, but mimics her in that he keeps his hand near the hilt of his blade. He steps towards the bar - out of sheer curiosity of course.]

[Somehow the bottles are unusually intact, despite the damage outside. Very strange.]

No one behind the bar...

[He knew he saw movement. His eyes did not deceive him that way.]