Bad Moon over California

[synecdoche]

The Colt Thunderer is the latest and greatest in 1877. You can get one nice n' purty, polished and engraved, for a purchase DC of 17.

Colt Thunderer~ Caliber .41 C, Dam 2d6, Crit 20, Range 30, ROF S, Mag 6 cyl, Size M, Whgt 2.5, Purchase DC 16, $28

Don't worry about the traveling supplies until you get your book, syn.

Fair enough, that'll be what I get. Can D'Artois arrange a horse for himself, too? He'll just get whatever the Marshal's man recommends.

In any case, afterward, d'Artois goes off in search of a hotel that is a bit more to his style (read: expensive). He'll just get a room, stay the night, and go to the meeting in the morning, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

 

[Bobitron]

He takes the drink in hand and turns to face the crowds as they enter the bar, eyeing the crowd but minding his own business.

People seem pretty respectful of your badge, and all eyes are drawn to it at least once as they enter. Many give you a nod of greeting as they take seats at the bar or one of the gaming tables.

After ten minutes or so, you've drained your glass, and turn in early.

 

[Bobitron]

You all go about your seperate ways for the evening. Those who need equipment head the Jameson's at Colburn's recommendation. It's a few blocks away, close enough to reach before the sun falls.

Jameson's Well Stocked General Store

Approaching the store, you note the sign stating the establishment is closed dangling in the window. It still swings to and fro, as though it had just been flipped. Looking through the window, you see the proprieter taking off a think apron and cleaning the countertop. When he sees you looking in the window, he smiles and gets the door.

"I was starting to wonder if you gentlemen were coming. Always happy to help out the Marshals.", he says, with a crisp English accent.

"What can I get for you fine people?"

Last chance for supplies. Jameson's Well Stocked General Store lives up to the advertisment above the door. Just about everything listed in the 'General Goods' section of the Sidewinder book (pg. 55) is available.

Edit: Keep in mind, it's October and you are headed into the mountains. There is sure to be some cold days and colder nights, not to mention snow.


After wrapping up your business with Mr. Jameson, you each head off to stable your livestock and get a good night's sleep before the long day ahead of you tomorrow.

 

[synecdoche]

"Good evenin', sir. I'm going to be doing some travelling and need to be outfitted accordingly. I'd appreciate your recommendations. I will be in the mountains, and I'll also need a gun-- I was interested in those Colt Thunderers. I'll take one please."

Sorry this is indefinite, but I still don't have access to my books. Monday! D'Artoi will just take his suggestions and pay what he needs to.

 

[Bobitron]

With the morning sun peeking over the rolling hills of San Francisco, you arise from the last warm, comfortable bed you are likely to see for awhile. Making even with the innkeeper and stables, you gather your belongings and mounts.

The air still carries the chill of the night, and your breath and that of your mounts showing faint clouds of steam. The stevedores and merchants are getting to work on the docks, and the hum of industry soon fills the air. As you approach the Hadfield stables, you spot Marshal Colburn leaning up against the rail, drinking a steaming cup of coffee. He smiles as you approach, tossing the remainder of his drink out on the street and slipping the tin cup into a saddlebag.

“That Hadfield is a stand-up man, but his coffee is harder than most whiskey.” He spits out the taste with a scowl before continuing.

“Good mornin’, gents. I hope you’ve got all you need for a rough journey. Deepwood lies over 300 miles north of here, and deep in some inhospitable terrain. Time is of the essence here, so I’m plannin’ on getting us there by ridin’ straight through. We will take roads where practical, but Deepwood itself has only a network of trails connecting it to civilization. We’re going to have to cut cross-county at a few points to save time. We will avoid cities unless absolutely needed. I hope to cover about forty or fifty miles a day until we hit the hills outside the Sierra Nevadas. Until then, we’ll stay on the western side of ‘em, following with the mountains to our right shoulder. Any questions?"

Mounting his horse, he settles in the saddle, turning towards the Bay.

“I talked to a ferry captain last night, and he waits for us now. Unless there’s anything holdin’ us up, let’s get a move on.”

 

[Committed Hero]

We will avoid cities unless absolutely needed.

Are we trying to hide evidence of our passage?

 

[Max]

Riley McClean

Riley rises early, and double checks all of his gear as well as the loads in his guns. He has a big breakfast, figuring that the Marshal will be impatient to get moving. Arriving in plenty of time, he listens carefully to what the Marshal has to say.

Are we trying to hide evidence of our passage?

"Good question there, friend. I got one too, along the same lines. I'd like to know if there is anyone you know of who might try and stop us from getting to Deepwood? Also, since this really ain't my part of the country, any potential Indian or outlaw trouble we should look out for either before or after we hit the mountains?" Riley asks.

 

[The Shaman]

Conditioned by long habit to rising before dawn and checking the herd before the first pot of coffee was brewed, Dakota glances at the sun hanging over the hills of the East Bay and offers, “Marshal, p’rhaps you can tell us more on the ferry, instead of standin’ here on the street?”

 

[hobbit_killer]

Bear Trap

Bear Trap rides up on his draft horse with his mule in tow. "Ready to go when you are Marshal. Horse and this damn mule ain't as fast and slick as some of the mounts of these other fellas' but you can bet they can handle any terrain you got in mind and twice as long at it to boot."

 

[знаток]

Marshal Colburn

Are we trying to hide evidence of our passage?

"No, Mr. Sun-Hand-High, no deliberate stealth necessary jus' yet."

[color=sandy brown]I'd like to know if there is anyone you know of who might try and stop us from getting to Deepwood? Also, since this really ain't my part of the country, any potential Indian or outlaw trouble we should look out for either before or after we hit the mountains?" [/color]

"As to your questions Mr. McLean, there's nothing too particular to be worryin' about. The Wintu Indians have meant trouble to white folks passin' through in the past, but they're not so much a threat anymore. In most areas they been pretty much rendered harmless in recent years, and they probably ain't goin' to be testin' their luck on us. Any outlaws'll surely stay clear of us too, and part of the reason for taking the back roads is to avoid runnin' into trouble from either. I do prefer quiet travel, don't you? We'll divert and make a stop if necessary, but the trip shouldn't take too long so long as we stay focused. This route should prove fastest, and as I said, time is of the essence."

“Marshal, p’rhaps you can tell us more on the ferry, instead of standin’ here on the street?”

He acknowledges Bear Trap's reassurance with a nod. "Mr. Turnbow's right. If y'all got any more questions that don't require immediate answers, let's get movin'." The Marshal doesn't pause long before turning his horse away, motioning for the men to follow with a quick wave of his hand.