Voodoo - Valley Forge
Oct. 7th, 2014 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A compass bearing that's inaccurate due to some unknown degree of progression of the magnetic poles is a nasty, nasty thing, and no use to anyone as a navigational aid. Roads, on the other hand, tend not to change that much over time. It was never a major highway, and it's mostly crumbled now, so it didn't attract much in the way of attention from raiders or other unsavory types, but the best map our band of heroes has of the region eventually pointed them towards a state road that ran straight towards the Schuykill River. Assuming the river was still there, of course, it would lead them straight to Philadelphia, and other navigational issues could be resolved there.
Well, if they were lucky, anyway.
There's some burnt out buildings up ahead, nothing really new on that front, and a bunch of trees that have seen much, much better days. Again, nothing new there. On the wind, there's a whiff of cow- not beef cooking over a fire, but the rather more pungent odor of living cattle.
Well, if they were lucky, anyway.
There's some burnt out buildings up ahead, nothing really new on that front, and a bunch of trees that have seen much, much better days. Again, nothing new there. On the wind, there's a whiff of cow- not beef cooking over a fire, but the rather more pungent odor of living cattle.
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-11 02:04 am (UTC)He jerks a thumb back towards Adams as discreetly as possible. "What do you make of him?"
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Date: 2014-10-11 10:32 am (UTC)It's a short walk to the rest of the group. "Pack it up," Voodoo orders. "We're heading to the river. Gonna make camp, cook this meat, fill our canteens, rest a little, then follow it into Philly. I want to be past the outskirts by late afternoon and downtown by nightfall. Kate, you're on point - the rest of you know the drill."
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Date: 2014-10-11 03:07 pm (UTC)"What was with that guy, anyway?" Kate says.
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Date: 2014-10-11 09:01 pm (UTC)As they pack up: "One other thing - local warlord of Philly's some mope called 'the Blood Prince'. Sends supply caravans through the park on occasion. Right now, he's an unknown, so we don't wanna go pissing him off 'less we have to. Fire when fired upon, got it?"
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Date: 2014-10-11 11:38 pm (UTC)"What? .. okay, fine."