76 Speaking Things Unspoken


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DAY 14 – MAY 1st 2000

DOBRODZIEN, POLAND – MORNING

NASCAR and DONNA reach the edge of the big olive-green military tent erected on one side of the main square. Under it is a makeshift market and about a dozen locals either carrying or looking for things to bargain for. Three stalls are positioned in a semicircle, behind and in-between them are stacked crates, boxes and loose objects of all types and sizes, from tools to teapots, books to bicycles, clothes to chemicals. On either side of the tent stands an armed man, likely part of the town’s militia.

NASCAR looks around, moving his head to look past the locals “what are my chances of finding some premium ribs here?”

“About the same as you not getting a sarcastic answer” is DONNA’s dry comment. “Those look like apples, how about those?” she adds pointing at a wooden crate on one of the stalls.

“Nah, nah, nah DOC” says NASCAR turning “I said premium ribs, you can’t come back at me with apples. I’m talking bbq under the sun, and you’re giving me fruit”

“Yeah, you’re right, plus there’s enough spicy isotopes in the ground around here, they probably glow yellow at night”

NASCAR looks at the apples “so, say they don’t have a flashlight here, do we get a couple of apples instead?”

“Man, if only we could trade your bulls**t…”

“We could get a lot of apples”

The sun is now high in the sky, brightening up the row of building on the northern side of the square, and offering a nice warmth to anyone outside in the open. NASCAR and DONNA are back from a fruitless bargaining session: the town was out of everything they were looking for, except for one clearly – and intentionally – overpriced item.

“Due respect ma’am” says NASCAR “but there’s squeezing money out of a stranger, and there’s just being an a**hole”

WARREN observes him for a moment, her expression slightly amused “talk to our quartermaster when you get back to HQ, he’ll have something for you. And next time don’t show up with a half a dozen rifles slinged on your back, or people who are just trying to survive may think that you are a good mark for an… uneven bargain. Or worse, they’ll start thinking about where and how you got all that hardware…”

“Thought this town was supposed to be friendly…” mutters NASCAR.

“We’re sitting outside in the sun, we got a reservation at the local diner, and nobody’s shooting at us” says LED “can’t get any friendlier than this”

DONNA nudges her comrade “c’mon, let’s enjoy the friendly atmosphere” and the two sit down.

“Anything from Praszka ma’am?” asks ALEX.

WARREN nods “we did send someone as you suggested, and he did enter town. That’s progress already if you ask me” she changes position on the wooden bench “we did offer what little cooperation we can, given the distance and the circumstances, along with some good-intentioned information about what’s going on around them. My men told me they looked genuinely surprised; they really put on blinders these past months”

“Yeah” comments LED “that’s where the reaching out effort originated”

“Anyway, for such a small town they have a ministerial-type bureaucracy, so there’s going to be a lot of talking before they settle on an answer. On a good day our radio could be able to reach their town, but I’ll send someone again in a few days”

“Regular comms can make good neighbors”

“Well, for now we’re just waiving at each other from afar. Sharing intel is supposed to be a two-way street; they have to abandon their isolationism and start patrolling their turf or we won’t get much out of this relationship”

“Yet you’re sending someone back in a few days” observes LED.

“If the Russians in Kalisz start moving South along the Prosna, I’d like to have a warning”

A young man carrying a messenger bag zips by on a bicycle while avoiding potholes on the road coasting the main square, briefly attracting the group’s attention.

“You got anything out of that Russian guy we brought here?” asks NASCAR. Everybody turns towards him. “Ma’am” he adds. “Nothing so far; but it’s too early for a proper chat. We need to let him stew for a while. Your report is however quite interesting on its own”

“It’s not like he said much to us” says NASCAR.

“He’s Russian Army” replies WARREN “and he was leading a group of soldiers from Krzepice according to the armbands you described. Krzepice is controlled by WALEŃSKI, the Baron, who in turns answers to the Markgraf down in Racibόrz. The Markgraf would cooperate with the Soviets only if they were to leave the country en masse; any other circumstance would result in a clash” WARREN leans forward, her elbows on the wooden surface of the table “so has the Baron gone rogue? Has Krzepice fallen to the Soviets? And above all…” WARREN turns to LED tilting her head just slightly “… what was so interesting about that cave?”

“We told you what we found there” says ALEX.

WARREN turns quickly to him “you told me what you wanted to tell me” then to LED “I guess it comes with the profession, and you know what? Fine by me, as long as it doesn’t endanger my men or the town. But don’t take me for an idiot: you’ve been in that cave, and when our friend MARIA learned of it, she immediately started looking for it, and then this Russian guy showed up leading a pack of locals. Every single player in the region is suddenly interested, meaning I have to keep an eye on it as well, or we’ll be unprepared when it comes knocking on our door”

LED lowers his eyes to the table, then raises them “is that why you keep MARIA around?”

“When I decided not to be bossed around anymore, I also knew I couldn’t afford to be blind. She has her own agenda, and I’m sure she’ll find a way to use you for it, but as long as she’s here, she has to keep an eye on her surroundings, which is our surroundings, and that’s valuable”

“I thought we proved we can be valuable as well”

“Here? Sure, that you did. But when you leave? Less and less”

“Don’t you want to know what’s behind the sudden interest for that cave ma’am?” asks LED.

“Of course I do. Are you planning on investigating it?”

“We may; as you said, there’s lot of interest around it”

WARREN smiles just slightly “did MARIA already recruited you for her purposes?”

“We didn’t sign a contract; we’re just an informed party ma’am”

“You might as well have; she has her ways”

“That chalice we saw in the cave” says ALEX “you said you could point us towards someone who may know about its origin”

“I did have a name” nods WARREN “but know I have an even better one”

“Care to share ma’am?” asks LED.

“You already know him; you met him at the Flock’s camp. Goes by FATHER ŁUKASZ”

“Good, is he around here? Or outside the perimeter?” asks ALEX.

WARREN shakes her head “no, he got the sense that his people wouldn’t be welcome here and decided to look for a different accommodation somewhere else”

“You know where ma’am?”

“Sure, he left this morning for Lubliniec”


FINAL COMMENTS

The trading part was… disappointing. I was hoping to secure a few items useful for future development of the campaign, but the dice said no. Well, should the need for such items arise in the near future, securing them could be a task in itself for my players.

Aside from that, WARREN proved once more to be a smart, competent leader, as she informed the players she knows there’s more to their story, and pointed them towards Lubliniec right after. In the span of two brief interactions, she gave the players two good reasons to go there, and pursue an objective from which she could benefit herself.

The players have also been reminded – again – that the cave, and more specifically what was inside it, seems to have an importance beyond what they understood so far. It’s my way of keep tugging at the thread of The Black Madonna campaign.


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