The mountainous village, a remote and hard location to reach to be sure, but the peaceful attitude, the hardy people, and the warm climate certainly made the trip worth it. With so much vegetation the prey around the area was plentiful and docile, making them able to gather basic resources incredibly fast. One couldn't help but admire the sheer fact that they have survived this long cut off from most forms of supplies and outside influence, they were truly natural born survivors. The one weakness they had was the potential for outside influences to easily strike, as they seemed ignorant of the world around them. Hecate view this weakness with somewhat of an awe, to have your only real weakness be that of ignorance, well it was a blissful weakness to have, not knowing the strife of others or the problems that plagued the world was a blessing. If only she could have lived like they do now, maybe she would have had a far brighter future instead of the one she was living in now. Melancholic was the mood for Hecate in this moment as she wandered around the town which had a primitive vibe with furs and decorations, but a modern twist in the stone architecture. Compared to much of what she had read about in this era, it was she walked back in time for this.... job? Yes, a job, not a battle, not a march, not a rally but just a job where you got paid for assisting others. Such a peaceful concept, it brought a small surge of joy to the Hecate's old heart, so many didn't know the horror of true war, the reason she had fought in the past had finally been realized.
Then her heart also felt another source of pain, the source of ignorance and ungrateful attitudes that surged throughout the people of the lands. Complaints about how hard their lives were, disagreement over petty aspects of life, it was disgusting. Almost none of them knew what true hardship was, they hadn't had to kill your former friend the next day because they betrayed you for the enemy, they didn't have to sleep with one eye open for fear of dying, they didn't have to make sure that there was enough to eat, they didn't have to build crypts to hide from hated enemies. To her, most of the more common complaints were nothing but whining from those who believed they were entitled to so much more than they had, so much more than Hecate ever had. If it hadn't been for her sense of honor, she might have headed down the path of what others called dark guilds, but Hecate made a small promise to Mao in thanks for informing her of the world and the fact that she had no place to go anyway. The one aspect of the group she had joined that she disliked was the fact of "no killing", it seemed foolish to her. She could understand how it was hard for some people to end the life of another, but death was a natural state of being, and killing your enemies meant they couldn't come back to try and kill you again. Perhaps times had just changed, but she would certainly never understand why killing was never a good option.
As she wandered about the village with her hands in her pockets, Hecate saw the people's smiling faces, and how they went about their daily lives, it was sweet and inspiring.
A little too sweet and inspiring.
There was something off about all of the people, euphoria was one thing, but this wasn't a festival, this wasn't a celebration of a victory, this was just everyday life and Hecate refused to believe that people loved life so much to be happy every day, there was always a problem with someone's attitude, always a personal problem, always another desire that clouded ones mind. These people weren't just happy, they were enthralled in their happiness. That was the keyword wasn't it, enthralled, unnatural levels of emotions only made sense if something was influencing them, and that is exactly why Hecate had come here, to discover the plot laid against these people. Much like those from her own time, those here were hardy yet ignorant, prepared but unprepared for the real threat, those of their own kind. While she didn't have much in the way of clues, she hoped that with a little snooping she might.
Entering a bar as she had read they were the best sources of information, she reeled a little bit at the smell of alcohol. She never liked smell nor the taste of alcohol, it dulled the senses and made one vulnerable in the worst of times. Having a euphoric celebration wasn't worth your life in an ambush, and she had lost good men and women to such folly. The various individuals enjoying their time here made her feel slight pity if she had felt like it all of them could have died without even knowing it. Such peaceful times really did breed a different culture.
Approaching the counter she figured that is where the owner or at least one of the workers was, Hecate took a seat on the strange stools and motioned for him to approach her. he had a fancy mustache and a pompadour hairstyle, not what she was expecting.
"What can I do for ya?"
"I'm a newcomer, you hear of any rumors about the town?"
"A newcomer, we don't get any of those up here, you are the first... how interesting, want a drink on the house?"
"No thank you, but what do you mean I am the first outsider?"
"Just that, I haven't ever seen one of your kind show up here, fancy that right? Anyway if you change your mind just call out to me."
His tone shifted as he spoke and his brow became strained like he was trying to remember something but couldn't. Normally one would brush this off as nothing but bad luck, however Hecate viewed it as far more than bad luck, she viewed it as a clue, surely others had been here before, that is why this place was documented, which meant that memories were being tampered with, or at least people were being replaced. She wasn't sure which was worse. Sitting there contemplating what it all meant, she didn't expect anyone else to join her on this little venture, but she was about to be surprised.
Post WC: 1087
Total WC: 1087/11700