Cold Season

Hidden Creek, Barter Town

Hidden Creek

When you dress and come downstairs, Maggie has cut oats and fruit on the table for breakfast.

Uriel:
“Good morning, Maggie,” Uriel announces as he sits down for breakfast. “Another fine looking meal.”

Maggy Kent:
Kevin should be down in a bit to take you all to meet the Mayor.

Maggy Kent:
Oh this is nothing, but ill take the complement anywyas.

  • Egil nods with a smile. “Takk.” he looks to the others and then begins to eat.
  • Uriel digs around his bowl, eating the oatmeal first as best he can, leaving the fruit for last.
    The fruit is mostly berries and it reminds you strongly of home Egil

Uriel:
“Anything to know about the Mayor? Like do we call him Mr. Mayor, or what?”

Maggy Kent:
Oh he usually likes Mayor Ward or Jim once you get to know him.
As you begin wrap up breakfast, a hard knock is heard at the door.

Maggy Kent:
That’ll be Kevin now.

  • Maggy Kent leaves to get the door
  • Uriel looks to the others, flashing a somewhat skeptical expression to the others, but stays quiet
    Kevin and Maggie return a few moments later

Maggy Kent:
Its been a pleasure to have such nice men visit. Please come back again if you travel this way again.

Kevin Gill:
Lets go, the Mayor is waiting.

  • Uriel glances up at Kevin warily, then turns more towards Maggy as he rises, “The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Kent, tell Kevin I’ll still help him with that piston if theirs time before we leave, and he finds the tools.”
  • Egil remains quiet thoug watchful.
    You follow Kevin out to the yard of the house and the two guards fall into step with you as you walk down the hill towards the east side of town.

Uriel:
“Nice enough morning for a walk.”
You reach the road near the gas station and continue south. Kevin seems to be bearing towards a red roofed church with several armed men milling around in front, talking.

  • Uriel gives a cursory but subtle glance at the gas station as they pass
    The doors of the gas station stand open and the windows of the mini-mart have been broken or removed.
  • Uriel looks to Kevin and the two guards, “What denomination is your Church?”
    Lutheran, but it hardly matters anymore. Noone cares about that crap anymore.

Kevin Gill:
Lutheran, but it hardly matters anymore. Noone cares about that crap anymore.

  • Uriel nods and continues walking on, “So no chance of a potluck Sunday then.”
  • Kevin Gill breaks one of the first smiles youve seen since you met him.
    you come to the front of the church and find that the back half of the church has been converted into some sort of meeting room
    Several people mill about, talking to one another. Kevin leads you to one of the tables at which two other men are seated. The younger, more well groomed one stands as you approach. The other stares at a ledger and only glances at you.

Egil:
((bio))

Jim Ward:
Hi! Welcome to Hidden Creek, Im so sorry I had left for the day when you arrived. My name is Jim Ward, im the Mayor around here.

  • Jim Ward Shakes each of your hands in turn.
  • Uriel looks over the younger man as they shake hands, afterwards he looks to the man still sitting, seeing if he can catch a meaningful glimpse at the ledger.

Jim Ward:
Now Ive gotta ask you, what brings the military back to our little town. We havent heard word of US troops in nearly 8 months.
Jim Ward whispers: It seems to be a supply manifest. Its hard to read, the man has his arm circled around the top of the book like a teenager at the SAT

Uriel:
“Pleased to meet you Mayor Ward, I’m Uriel Sagan.”

Uriel:
“Well, we seem to have a similar problem, we haven’t heard anything either from them. We’re trying to get somewhere that that’s not the case.”

Jim Ward:
Hmm I see. So just passing through then? Heading south I take it?

  • Uriel nods, “Nothing of note to the North but Russians and Eskimoes.”

Jim Ward:
And raiders. I heard the russians near fairbanks have broken up into bands and are looting whatever they can come across these days.

  • Egil mutters quietly, “… misery…”

Uriel:
“I’d like to think that kind of scum is nothing but Russians, but I know better.”

Jim Ward:
These are desperate times. Some people have become qhte the barbarians

Jim Ward:
Quite the barbarians. Sorry I bit my tounge.

Uriel:
“Yes, it gives me some hope to find this slice of civilization, perhaps there are others who remain intact.”

Jim Ward:
We try very hard here. It certainly hasnt been easy. Place like this is a ripe target

Jim Ward:
We have a few come up from around Anchorage but weve been able to either discourage them or beat them back so far.

Uriel:
“What about Russians?”

Jim Ward:
Theyve stuck mostly to the city limits thank god. Not really sure what they are up to but if they came, I doubt we could do anything to stop them from taking what they wanted.

Gunny:
10,5,11,12

Uriel:
“Hear anything about a resistance?”

Jim Ward:
We try to keep our heads low. I cant say weve been looking for much trouble.

Uriel:
“Yeah, is probably safest to stay out of the spotlight.”

Jim Ward:
How do you plan to get south? Kevin told me you came on foot. Thats a long walk

Uriel:
“Well, our Colonel here is a big history buff.”

Uriel:
“Give him a chance and he’ll tell you a dozen stories of men marching twice as far, three times as fast, with half the rations.”

Jim Ward:
Food comes dear these days. Speaking of which I hope you enjoyed Maggies cooking. She loves to have guests so we send all our visitors to her.

Uriel:
“She was a wonderful hostess, the fresh fruit and veg was a nice treat.”

  • Jim Ward nods

Jim Ward:
Have you found any other villages like ours? Its pretty lonely up here

Egil:
Maggie’s coking was excellent.

Uriel:
“Nothing really like this no. We know some people are still in Anchorage living under the Reds’ hammer.”

  • Jim Ward nods grimly

Jim Ward:
Well!

  • Jim Ward placews his hands on the table

Jim Ward:
This here is Mike Zafron. Mike is our bookkeper and master of the town’s supplies. If you brought goods to trade, Im sure we can work something out.
The man at the table looks up from his book, which he closes carefully.

Mike Zafron:
You can just call me Mike. Is there anything in particular you are looking for?
GM:
Fuel, food, ammunition, batteries
GM:
tools perhaps?

Egil:
Are you willing to barter services for these goods?

Uriel:
“Good to meet you Mike. Looking for standard things, food stuffs, some ammo, and maybe some batteries or fuel we can trade down the road. Spare tools can help, and I’m sure the Doc here is open to any medical supplies.”

Mike Zafron:
We might give some value for services. It would depend on the offering

Uriel:
(any of the voices so far sound like the midnight visitor?)

Mike Zafron:
We have a few repairs that need doing if you have a mechanic with you.
It was the mayor

Mike Zafron:
We need medicine if you have it. Weapons and ammunition of course

Uriel:
(quick bio)

Uriel:
“Well, I’ve got to be honest, we didn’t carry much with us since Kevin had us leave our guns.”

Mike Zafron:
We can arrainge to eaxchange goods outside the town if we make a deal

Uriel:
“Good good.”
afk one sec

Uriel:
“Well, with the right tools, I can lend a hand on those mechanical repairs you mentioned. The Doc here can probably help out on that front. What do you think that’ll be worth to start this off?”

Mike Zafron:
back

Mike Zafron:
For repairs of our generator, we can trade 100 liters of Diesel, or 200 liters of bio-diesel.

Mike Zafron:
We have some food and a few tools if you prefer that kind of thing.

Uriel:
(do we have that space in jerrycans?)

Mike Zafron:
you have 80l in jerry cans plus the tank of the vehicle

Mike Zafron:
can we make a deal?

Uriel:
“I think that sounds fair.”

Mike Zafron:
As for medical supplies, we would be willing to trade well for whatever you are willing to part with

Uriel:
“That would be Egil’s department.”

  • Egil smiles. “Our supplies are limited. But we have something else of even greater value: knowledge.”

Mike Zafron:
Your knowledge may suffice for now but it is cold comfort when winter comes and one of the farmers is mauled by wolves. We need antibiotics. I would be willing to trade, say, 3 Liters of Bio-deisel per hour of work you do, plus 50 liters for supplies you use.

Uriel:
“Do you guy’s have any means of communication? Long range radios or what have you? Should be able to stay in touch for a while after we’ve moved on.”

Mike Zafron:
We dont have any transmitting radios. We have a few emergency recievers

  • Egil glances at Uriel. “We will have to see. Our supplies are small to begin with.”

Uriel:
“I’ve got a lil’ bit of electronics behind me if you could use anything done there… same for reloading casings or fixing up guns that might be damaged, if you have the tools anyway.”

  • Mike Zafron looks to Gill, who thinks for a moment, then nods once.

Mike Zafron:
We have a few weapons that might be repairable

Uriel:
“Sounds like we have a very good start. Some of the details need smoothing over, like Egil said, our supplies aren’t that extensive, so we’re walking a knife edge on what we trade away.”

Those of you in the chruch hear automatic gunfire. Mayor Ward and Mike Zafron both nearly fall out of their chairs and hug the ground.

  • Kevin Gill rushes to the window, drawing his rifle
  • Uriel follows suit and gets a low to the ground, “What’s going on?”
  • Kevin Gill turns to the party with a scowl on his face.

Kevin Gill:
Is this your doing?!

  • Kevin Gill levels his rifle at you

Uriel:
“Hey, if we were going to attack your town, do you think we’d do it while we were in here and unarmed?”

  • Kevin Gill turns quickly and runs for the door

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