Some dudes just charge out on their horses, fire their guns and take folks' stuff. Others take their time by the fire, enjoy a good yarn-spinnin'. The west takes all kinds.
West, as in west of Sigil, is the word for where big Wizards ain't been to yet. There's uncharted frontier worlds, some call 'em homebrews on account of it could be your new home, just brewing there, waiting on you to come stake a claim.
You can take the Planerails to damned near anywhere east of Sigil nowadays. From Deepwater to the Land of Red Steel to certain parts of Heaven and Hell. Some parts of civilization ain't so civilized if ye ken my meaning. Some nations are still ruled by nobles, men and women who believe its their Birthright to sit on some throne, telling others what's what.
Planerail companies are hiring. Frontier towns always need someone trusty with the irons to wear the old tin star. Some see it all as a big dungeon crawl with treasure ripe for the taking. Some intrepid explorers are looking for a lost world under a Dark Sun where no rail will take you.
I know this is not new, pard, no idea under the sun is. Still, if you care to sit a spell and make palaver, tell me your story and what's brought you here to the west and let's pass some time together.
Take every D&D boxed set ever made and blend thoroughly, add in a splash of Stephen King's Dark Tower novels and serve chilled on a beautiful summer's day.
West, as in west of Sigil, is the word for where big Wizards ain't been to yet. There's uncharted frontier worlds, some call 'em homebrews on account of it could be your new home, just brewing there, waiting on you to come stake a claim.
You can take the Planerails to damned near anywhere east of Sigil nowadays. From Deepwater to the Land of Red Steel to certain parts of Heaven and Hell. Some parts of civilization ain't so civilized if ye ken my meaning. Some nations are still ruled by nobles, men and women who believe its their Birthright to sit on some throne, telling others what's what.
Planerail companies are hiring. Frontier towns always need someone trusty with the irons to wear the old tin star. Some see it all as a big dungeon crawl with treasure ripe for the taking. Some intrepid explorers are looking for a lost world under a Dark Sun where no rail will take you.
I know this is not new, pard, no idea under the sun is. Still, if you care to sit a spell and make palaver, tell me your story and what's brought you here to the west and let's pass some time together.
Take every D&D boxed set ever made and blend thoroughly, add in a splash of Stephen King's Dark Tower novels and serve chilled on a beautiful summer's day.
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