Re: sturm's Test Thread
The old woman gazed past Kaia, her eyes seeming to look back into the past with a great sadness. The old woman began her tale in a gravely voice. "It started several weeks ago. Up until then, we'd never been troubled by the aliens, the jungle always seemed to protect us from them. Sure, life in the jungle is tough, but it's always been fair, because the jungle is tough on everyone, us, the beasts, and the aliens. We always thought the jungle would hold back the aliens, keep them from establishing themselves. But now it seems they have adapted somehow. The jungle doesn't hinder them as it once did." The woman paused to gather her breath, a rattle in her chest before she continued on.
"They came in the night. Small raiding parties, never more than three or four. They would come, kill the watchmen, and leave, sometimes taking a person or two with them. After the first three raids, we sent runners for help, we aren't a big village, and most of our trained fighters already lay dead, or were taken." She gestured sadly towards a handful of lumps of turned earth, what appeared to be the graves dug for the slain watchmen. "Now all of our trained guards are dead or taken. Some tried to flee, but returned as corrupted...monsters. We have given up hope. No one is coming, we just wait for our turn to be taken, a few more being dragged away screaming every couple of nights."
When questioned about the aliens' origins, the old woman pointed to a faint trail behind the village and replied, "Aye. There's some sort of ruin a ways down the trail, it'd be the perfect place to hole up. As for people who fight, those two are the only ones left." She indicated the two boys Kaia had mentioned. "An to be honest...I wouldn't bother with those two. Tor isn't bad, but he's always had an excuse to get out of guard duty, not a lot of spine in that one. An Rek...well he's just odd, he has a habit of running off and..." At that point the aforementioned Rek took a sharp jab to the nose and began bleeding. He looked at the blood collecting on a hand he held under his nose, and abruptly took off into the woods, heading, as far as she could tell in the general direction of wear the ruins would be. The old woman shook her head and finished her sentence, "...yea...that." The other villagers essentially went back to being miserable, seemingly staring off and contemplating their imminent doom, no one bothering to try and stop the poor lad who seemed to have lost it and decided to meet fate head on.
At last the old woman looked Kaia in the eyes, saying, "Why do you care child? Why would you want to help us? How do you think you could fare better than the watchmen?" When Kaia finished her conversation, there wasn't a lot to do in the village, none of the villagers appeared talkative. Still, she could pursue the boy who had run off into the woods, perhaps saving him, or at least buying him some more time. Or maybe she could convince Tor to help her find the alien base. Right now it was early afternoon, arguably the best time to search for aliens, certainly it was preferable to night, when the jungle was more dangerous and the aliens apparently more active if the woman's tale was to be believed. Of course, it occurred to her that daylight also afforded her the best chance of escaping the area.