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"Will we meet the deputy who visited Deepwood?"
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The Shaman
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Dakota Turnbow
Dakota is pensive as he suddenly rediscovers the tin cup and its now-cold contents in his hands. Pouring himself a warm cup, he takes a sip before speaking again.
“If we’re dealing with some sort of wild animal, I reckon we better keep our stock picketed together and keep a watch at night.” The wrangler takes another sip from his coffee. “The going may get a little rough here on out. I’d like to take a look at everyone’s horses in the mornin’, make sure they’re fit for the trip.”
Dakota is pensive as he suddenly rediscovers the tin cup and its now-cold contents in his hands. Pouring himself a warm cup, he takes a sip before speaking again.
“If we’re dealing with some sort of wild animal, I reckon we better keep our stock picketed together and keep a watch at night.” The wrangler takes another sip from his coffee. “The going may get a little rough here on out. I’d like to take a look at everyone’s horses in the mornin’, make sure they’re fit for the trip.”
hobbit_killer
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Bear Trap
I can puts my traps out if it suits ya. Just be careful ifn' ya need to take a piss in the night. I might just have to put a bullet in ya to quit yer howlin' if ya step in one if ya know what I mean."
I can puts my traps out if it suits ya. Just be careful ifn' ya need to take a piss in the night. I might just have to put a bullet in ya to quit yer howlin' if ya step in one if ya know what I mean."
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Marshal Colburn
Colburn stands. "Good idea, Dakota. The Service has provided me with a rough profile of both Gibson and Deepwood. It's possible we could learn more if we run into someone in the morning, but frankly I'm not much interested in Gibson, and from the sounds of it there aren't many who go to Deepwood, so most of our learnin' will be done when we get there. 'Bout all we'll be doin' in Gibson is gettin' supplies and talkin' to the sheriff - and hopefully el diputado loco. If we head out at sunrise we should be in town within an hour. We need to be out of Gibson before noon, so we'll have to split up there. Decide what supplies you'll need before we arrive. Bear Trap and Michael will handle the shopping list and acquisition while Dakota sees to the horses. Riley, you'll come with me to the sheriff's. We'll all meet there before heading out. At the least we can look forward to sleeping indoors for awhile after tonight, so hopefully we won’t be needin’ the traps." At this he bends to retrieve his bedroll and readies himself for sleep.
In the morning, everyone is stirring well before daylight, and it’s good news to all to be getting an early start. The group heads out as the sky begins to illuminate, the sun still well below the horizon.
Colburn stands. "Good idea, Dakota. The Service has provided me with a rough profile of both Gibson and Deepwood. It's possible we could learn more if we run into someone in the morning, but frankly I'm not much interested in Gibson, and from the sounds of it there aren't many who go to Deepwood, so most of our learnin' will be done when we get there. 'Bout all we'll be doin' in Gibson is gettin' supplies and talkin' to the sheriff - and hopefully el diputado loco. If we head out at sunrise we should be in town within an hour. We need to be out of Gibson before noon, so we'll have to split up there. Decide what supplies you'll need before we arrive. Bear Trap and Michael will handle the shopping list and acquisition while Dakota sees to the horses. Riley, you'll come with me to the sheriff's. We'll all meet there before heading out. At the least we can look forward to sleeping indoors for awhile after tonight, so hopefully we won’t be needin’ the traps." At this he bends to retrieve his bedroll and readies himself for sleep.
In the morning, everyone is stirring well before daylight, and it’s good news to all to be getting an early start. The group heads out as the sky begins to illuminate, the sun still well below the horizon.
Riley McClean
Riley agrees to the plan outlined by the Marshal. He is indeed looking forward to sleeping in a bed again, after being on the trail for so long. Getting all of his weapons out of the elements will give him an opportunity to give them a good cleaning, before going hunting for rabid bears or werewolves, as the case may be.
Riley agrees to the plan outlined by the Marshal. He is indeed looking forward to sleeping in a bed again, after being on the trail for so long. Getting all of his weapons out of the elements will give him an opportunity to give them a good cleaning, before going hunting for rabid bears or werewolves, as the case may be.
Bobitron
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ooc: First I want to clear up a detail. Gibson is the closest town to Deepwood, but they are not close by. It is a full three days to get from Gibson up through the Sierras to the valley at the foot of Mt. Shasta where Deepwood lies. Once you leave Gibson, expect no real civilization until you reach Deepwood.
You reach the town of Gibson shortly before noon. The town is a little one; a single road, still muddy from the melted snow from a recent dusting, flanked by a few ramshackle saloons and supply stores barely kept in business by the rugged men who live in these wild lands and make trips into town for gear and companionship. If it wasn’t for the recent events, all of you might have gone through your lives without ever hearing of such a backwater town.
Your presence quickly draws Sheriff Beaudoin out of his small office, wiping his shirt clean of the crumbs of his lunch and tucking a handkerchief back into his pocket. A small, quiet-spoken man, he greets each of you with respect and warmth, then ushers you inside his office. Entering the door, you are surprised to see the smiling face of the young gambler from Louisiana. D’Artois sits in one of the Sheriff’s aged chairs, his face lighting up as you enter the room.
ooc: *insert greetings/explaination here*
Once your conversation has finished, the Sheriff pulls out an ivory pipe and leans back in his chair, savoring its pungent smoke. “I’m sure I know why you are here. I’m afraid, however that there has been a tragedy.” His face suddenly goes long and pale, as though long, sleepless nights suddenly caught up with him. “Deputy Duncan committed suicide two days past. Hung himself in the bedroom after his wife broke down. He suffered another night of bad dreams, and the lass broke down. Told him she couldn't take his crazed state. Poor woman, I dunno if she’ll ever forgive herself.”
You reach the town of Gibson shortly before noon. The town is a little one; a single road, still muddy from the melted snow from a recent dusting, flanked by a few ramshackle saloons and supply stores barely kept in business by the rugged men who live in these wild lands and make trips into town for gear and companionship. If it wasn’t for the recent events, all of you might have gone through your lives without ever hearing of such a backwater town.
Your presence quickly draws Sheriff Beaudoin out of his small office, wiping his shirt clean of the crumbs of his lunch and tucking a handkerchief back into his pocket. A small, quiet-spoken man, he greets each of you with respect and warmth, then ushers you inside his office. Entering the door, you are surprised to see the smiling face of the young gambler from Louisiana. D’Artois sits in one of the Sheriff’s aged chairs, his face lighting up as you enter the room.
ooc: *insert greetings/explaination here*
Once your conversation has finished, the Sheriff pulls out an ivory pipe and leans back in his chair, savoring its pungent smoke. “I’m sure I know why you are here. I’m afraid, however that there has been a tragedy.” His face suddenly goes long and pale, as though long, sleepless nights suddenly caught up with him. “Deputy Duncan committed suicide two days past. Hung himself in the bedroom after his wife broke down. He suffered another night of bad dreams, and the lass broke down. Told him she couldn't take his crazed state. Poor woman, I dunno if she’ll ever forgive herself.”
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Michael stares at the gambler with a critical eye, and possibly a hint of a smile. D'artois, I'm surprised that you beat us here - and relieved that you aren't in irons.
synecdoche
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D'Artois smiles broadly, fingering his pistol, as if gesturing at the new notch in the barrel.
"Why, hello there. It seems I just couldn't stay away. Y'see, I had some busines that needed taking care of, and I couldn't be sure I would be able to return in time for our little odyssey. Fortunately, it seems that the dice have rolled in my favour yet again."
D'Artois leans back in the ancient chair and begins flipping a coin between his knuckles.
"The good sherriff and I were just discussing some of the laws in this territory. Did you know that unlike our esteemed pregenitor nation, one is not required by law here to retreat from a fight? That's what makes this country great, friend. No duty to retreat. Why, a man pulls a gun on you, you can pull one right back."
D'Artois stares into the distance, chuckles softly, and then quikckly returns his gaze to his friend, as if coming out of a reverie.
"Of course, I apologize for my absence. I do hope you'll fill me in on any transpirings that are worthy of my attention."
"Why, hello there. It seems I just couldn't stay away. Y'see, I had some busines that needed taking care of, and I couldn't be sure I would be able to return in time for our little odyssey. Fortunately, it seems that the dice have rolled in my favour yet again."
D'Artois leans back in the ancient chair and begins flipping a coin between his knuckles.
"The good sherriff and I were just discussing some of the laws in this territory. Did you know that unlike our esteemed pregenitor nation, one is not required by law here to retreat from a fight? That's what makes this country great, friend. No duty to retreat. Why, a man pulls a gun on you, you can pull one right back."
D'Artois stares into the distance, chuckles softly, and then quikckly returns his gaze to his friend, as if coming out of a reverie.
"Of course, I apologize for my absence. I do hope you'll fill me in on any transpirings that are worthy of my attention."
The Shaman
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Dakota Turnbow
Dakota’s face registers his surprise at seeing the dapper gambler again. “I thought you were shut of us for good,” he says, eyeing the card-sharp but offering his hand in a warm grasp.
The wrangler listens to the sheriff’s story in stony silence, the conversation around the campfire still fresh in his mind. “Marshal, I’m guessin’ you have some work to do here,” Dakota says to Colburn. “I’d like to take the stock to the livery, make sure they’re fit for the trail ahead. Sheriff,” he says, turning to Beaudoin, “You have a stable in town where I can put up our horses, someplace with feed and water and shoeing if we need it?”
Dakota’s face registers his surprise at seeing the dapper gambler again. “I thought you were shut of us for good,” he says, eyeing the card-sharp but offering his hand in a warm grasp.
The wrangler listens to the sheriff’s story in stony silence, the conversation around the campfire still fresh in his mind. “Marshal, I’m guessin’ you have some work to do here,” Dakota says to Colburn. “I’d like to take the stock to the livery, make sure they’re fit for the trail ahead. Sheriff,” he says, turning to Beaudoin, “You have a stable in town where I can put up our horses, someplace with feed and water and shoeing if we need it?”
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