02-24-2012, 10:39 PM
It took a few hours to calm the situation down in the village square. From what Johan could garner, the stress was at its boiling point, and the attempted altercation between Elder Guillermo and the young Sickert boy had been just the excuse for the situation to turn into mass hysteria.
Fortunately, for Johan, the small number of armed guards and a few burly individuals had managed to quell the riot. When everyone finally settled down, the decision was made amongst the members of the former mob to form a search party to scour the Green Sea. From what the assistant could imagine, the promise of traveling in a large group of people allowed for the individuals to suppress their fears and apprehensions.
Out of a pool of about twenty men and women, Johan had broken the collective into three groups of six. Two people had to be turned away due to lingering injuries that would have made them a liability out in the unmapped expanses of the Green Sea.
As the village had no central cache of weaponry, the volunteers were relegated to locating their own means to defend themselves in case of attack. Most had weapons on them already, so only a few of the women had to go home to fetch a club or blade. By the time all the arrangements had been made, the sun was beginning to start its western descent, but despite the threat of enduring night in the Green Sea, no one slipped out of the groups as they made their way to the edge of the village.
"Well." Johan paused and glanced into the dense forest. While the sun may still have several hours, the Sea would be dark in half that time. "This is the spot where that little boy heard the commotion the night of the second murder. It's probably as good a place as any to start and branch out from."
A coarse hand fell on Johan shoulder and squeezed just a wee bit too tightly for his tastes. "Sounds great." The voice was that of Jamie Sickert, who smiled faintly as gave Johan a gentle shove toward the treeline. "You are going to come along, aren't you?"
I hate you. Suppressing his ire at the man just a few years his junior, Johan a fake smile and rested a hand on the hilt of his short-sword. "Of course, Jamie. Let's find us some murderers."
Fortunately, for Johan, the small number of armed guards and a few burly individuals had managed to quell the riot. When everyone finally settled down, the decision was made amongst the members of the former mob to form a search party to scour the Green Sea. From what the assistant could imagine, the promise of traveling in a large group of people allowed for the individuals to suppress their fears and apprehensions.
Out of a pool of about twenty men and women, Johan had broken the collective into three groups of six. Two people had to be turned away due to lingering injuries that would have made them a liability out in the unmapped expanses of the Green Sea.
As the village had no central cache of weaponry, the volunteers were relegated to locating their own means to defend themselves in case of attack. Most had weapons on them already, so only a few of the women had to go home to fetch a club or blade. By the time all the arrangements had been made, the sun was beginning to start its western descent, but despite the threat of enduring night in the Green Sea, no one slipped out of the groups as they made their way to the edge of the village.
"Well." Johan paused and glanced into the dense forest. While the sun may still have several hours, the Sea would be dark in half that time. "This is the spot where that little boy heard the commotion the night of the second murder. It's probably as good a place as any to start and branch out from."
A coarse hand fell on Johan shoulder and squeezed just a wee bit too tightly for his tastes. "Sounds great." The voice was that of Jamie Sickert, who smiled faintly as gave Johan a gentle shove toward the treeline. "You are going to come along, aren't you?"
I hate you. Suppressing his ire at the man just a few years his junior, Johan a fake smile and rested a hand on the hilt of his short-sword. "Of course, Jamie. Let's find us some murderers."
Quote:Vad's Whimsical Whimsicalisms: Men. Good stuff there.
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