Guffingford
23-03-2005, 19:13
OOC: after Guffingford took over Indonesia, Singapore and the Andaman and Nicobar islands the scent of impending changes found their war into these tropic lands. While homeland Guffingford is in flames (Click (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=404646)) the south-eastern colonies are still relatively calm. Durant Semaranche is the official man in charge of these lands, but things are going to change.
Indonesia
"Damn this weather! For days not a single cloud, only the hot sea breeze and the damn sun." Mons walked the whole distance between Batavia (formerly known as Jakarta) and the house of Master Zabuton, a good three miles. Still cursing out loud, and kicking stones away he didn't notice the ditch next to him. Overgrown with reed and grasses, the sights of what lies beneath is taken away from the eyes of men. There was also a foul stench around, but he could not identify what it is. Probably a cow's carcass.
Yesterday something happened there, in town people were franticly searching for their children, they have disappeared after the schoolbells rang at three o'clock when they returned home. Two hours later the sweat-soaked man Mons arrived at the first cafe he saw, ordered two pints and a glass of ice water. The contents of all three glasses were thrown down his throat, burped a few times paid the bartender and was on his way again. But just as he was about to kick the door open to leave, the bartender yelled him to come back.
"Hey you. Yeah, you have walked from Master Zabuton to here right? Have you seen anything weird?" Mons was quite surprised, why would he have seen anything out of the ordinary? He only moaned about the weather and temperature. He never paid attention to anything.
"Well, no." He was walking back to the bar, willing to buy another drink. He was thirsty again.
"Jesus man. Look, seventeen children from Batavia are missing."
"How the hell do I know where they are?"
"You don't..." The bartender felt somewhat uncomfortable with this small questioning and he gave Mons a glass of water for free.
"Thanks. I really needed that." Mons emptied the glass as fast as the previous three, but instead of moving on he stayed.
"Well I heard about this disappearance at Master Zabuton's house. I don't know what happened."
"It's ok, just... Things are bad back in Guffingford. Rebellion, uprisings, murder, rape."
"The stuff our men have done while..." Mons kept his mouth shut, every person from Guffingford knew what happened on some of the smaller islands but they never talked about it. One of the best kept secrets of the German colonies, that's for sure.
"Well, everybody things they're dead. It's kind of the most logical thing. I hate to say it, but I think Durant has ordered this. Whatever 'this' may be."
An hour later Mons left the bar, but he was damn curious why the bartender was so interested in the road from Master Zabuton's manor. He remembers the way from Batavia and his house well. The ricefields, the mountains around, the jungles, the ditch with all the reed. The ditch! It was worth investigating and if he would find something, it'd be good for him as a person. With renewed strength he almost ran to the ditch. When he arrived the same peace and quiet was there when he walked to Batavia. Not a human soul around. Apart from the few fieldworkers. He grabbed a stick and began poking in the muddy mass between the reed, there are quite a few open spots but he'll be damned if he goes in the water. Standing in quite the awkward position while holding turfs of grass in his left hand and holding the stick in his right, he was searching around. Sometimes he pushed around in the mud. Suddenly he found a pretty strange stone. It had one big hole and was covered something slimey. He poked around, and he gave a good hard push to the back of the piece of wood and it literally sank away! As quickly as Monse could he pulled the stick back up and then he saw the crimson red fluid on the tip, dripping on the grass. Mons pushed the reed away and then he saw the rotting skull, with one gaping hole where this person's eye used to be. Trying to not to vomit immediately he made it back to the cafe and told everything, after emptying his stomach on the floor.
Indonesia
"Damn this weather! For days not a single cloud, only the hot sea breeze and the damn sun." Mons walked the whole distance between Batavia (formerly known as Jakarta) and the house of Master Zabuton, a good three miles. Still cursing out loud, and kicking stones away he didn't notice the ditch next to him. Overgrown with reed and grasses, the sights of what lies beneath is taken away from the eyes of men. There was also a foul stench around, but he could not identify what it is. Probably a cow's carcass.
Yesterday something happened there, in town people were franticly searching for their children, they have disappeared after the schoolbells rang at three o'clock when they returned home. Two hours later the sweat-soaked man Mons arrived at the first cafe he saw, ordered two pints and a glass of ice water. The contents of all three glasses were thrown down his throat, burped a few times paid the bartender and was on his way again. But just as he was about to kick the door open to leave, the bartender yelled him to come back.
"Hey you. Yeah, you have walked from Master Zabuton to here right? Have you seen anything weird?" Mons was quite surprised, why would he have seen anything out of the ordinary? He only moaned about the weather and temperature. He never paid attention to anything.
"Well, no." He was walking back to the bar, willing to buy another drink. He was thirsty again.
"Jesus man. Look, seventeen children from Batavia are missing."
"How the hell do I know where they are?"
"You don't..." The bartender felt somewhat uncomfortable with this small questioning and he gave Mons a glass of water for free.
"Thanks. I really needed that." Mons emptied the glass as fast as the previous three, but instead of moving on he stayed.
"Well I heard about this disappearance at Master Zabuton's house. I don't know what happened."
"It's ok, just... Things are bad back in Guffingford. Rebellion, uprisings, murder, rape."
"The stuff our men have done while..." Mons kept his mouth shut, every person from Guffingford knew what happened on some of the smaller islands but they never talked about it. One of the best kept secrets of the German colonies, that's for sure.
"Well, everybody things they're dead. It's kind of the most logical thing. I hate to say it, but I think Durant has ordered this. Whatever 'this' may be."
An hour later Mons left the bar, but he was damn curious why the bartender was so interested in the road from Master Zabuton's manor. He remembers the way from Batavia and his house well. The ricefields, the mountains around, the jungles, the ditch with all the reed. The ditch! It was worth investigating and if he would find something, it'd be good for him as a person. With renewed strength he almost ran to the ditch. When he arrived the same peace and quiet was there when he walked to Batavia. Not a human soul around. Apart from the few fieldworkers. He grabbed a stick and began poking in the muddy mass between the reed, there are quite a few open spots but he'll be damned if he goes in the water. Standing in quite the awkward position while holding turfs of grass in his left hand and holding the stick in his right, he was searching around. Sometimes he pushed around in the mud. Suddenly he found a pretty strange stone. It had one big hole and was covered something slimey. He poked around, and he gave a good hard push to the back of the piece of wood and it literally sank away! As quickly as Monse could he pulled the stick back up and then he saw the crimson red fluid on the tip, dripping on the grass. Mons pushed the reed away and then he saw the rotting skull, with one gaping hole where this person's eye used to be. Trying to not to vomit immediately he made it back to the cafe and told everything, after emptying his stomach on the floor.