Damnation; Chapter 2: The Times They Are A Changin' (Needs Players! PM Me for Details)
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Name: Ronald Davis
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long gray hair, tall but with an average build. Usually wears nice clothes, but always wears robes when inside the church and all day long when it's a Sunday.
Occupation: Priest
Bio: Ronald did not share the cliche lifestyle that had lead others to be men of the cloth. Ronald simply wanted to be loved, without having to do much work for it. Ronald always had an urge within himself to be the most respected member of whatever social circle or job or institution he inhabited, often doing so with astonishing efficiency. His frequent arguments with the barkeep do not betray his tact and skill at speaking, although his messiah complex may not serve him too well.
Weapon: If any, a long wooden staff with a gold cross affixed to the end.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long gray hair, tall but with an average build. Usually wears nice clothes, but always wears robes when inside the church and all day long when it's a Sunday.
Occupation: Priest
Bio: Ronald did not share the cliche lifestyle that had lead others to be men of the cloth. Ronald simply wanted to be loved, without having to do much work for it. Ronald always had an urge within himself to be the most respected member of whatever social circle or job or institution he inhabited, often doing so with astonishing efficiency. His frequent arguments with the barkeep do not betray his tact and skill at speaking, although his messiah complex may not serve him too well.
Weapon: If any, a long wooden staff with a gold cross affixed to the end.
[HEADING=1]Prologue: Something Wicked This Way Comes[/HEADING]
The dust blew throughout the city as the bells started to ring. At the third ring the large oak doors of the church flung open as the town left. As the town retreated back into their houses to prepare for the daily bicker between the priest and the bartender, something broke the near daily cycle. You see Hope Falls was a town of repetition. This town is off in the middle of no where and not much exciting happens. They go through their daily routines the same way every day.This particular Sunday was different though. During the service Father Ronald had ordered communion, and everyone, like every Sunday, came to the front of the church. What was different though was old man Jenkins. Jenkins was 42 years old, but acted twice his age. He slept non stop and most of the time only left his house for church. When Jenkins knelt down something unknown happened and his head swung down bashing his head against Father Ronald's legs, and then fell over onto his back.
Like a turtle he spun on the ground as his mouth foamed up. After a few seconds of laying on his back like a turtle he stopped moving. Doc pronounced him dead of a heart attack. A few volunteers threw his body out of the church, and then Father Ronald ordered to continue service.
So you see today was abnormal. As the bells rung and the town exited the church another odd thing happened. They heard the roaring engine of a train. A train! It had been ages since one of those stopped at these parts. As the train came to a slamming and screeching halt one man exited.
This man was young, and in his early twenties. As the dust violently blew towards him he swung his trenchcoat over his face to block his eyes. As he lifted his coat it was revealed that he was loaded. A revolver and clockwork gun where shown. The town tried to ignore him though as they all bustled back into their houses. They never made it inside though.
About the time the first person reached their door a loud scream was emitted by a woman. She screamed and pointed one finger towards the front gate of town. As the group gathered around to see what was happening, they saw a figure emerge from the horizon. Leaving the cover of the dust a figure appeared on a horse, slowly trotting towards the town.
As the figure got into the town near the group it was revealed what it was. A young boy no older than 15 rode into town on a horse. His clothes where torn to pieces and where about at the point that they did him no use. Cuts, scabs and bruises covered his body as if they where natural. His blond hair almost looked brown from all the dust.
As the boy arrived at the group he started to say something and mid sentence fell off of his horse. The priest immediately took off towards the chapel to retrieve water. About half and hour later the boy came to, and the town still surrounded him. After a few minutes of sipping the water he started to talk.
"They came in the night. Slaughtering... everyone. They burnt and pillaged our houses, and touched all of the woman. They murdered my parents in front of me. They forced me to watch-" They boy said before starting to ball. He cried in pain, and screamed in misery. Finally someone asked what they where all wondering.
"Watch what?" Daniel asked him. The boy tried to stop his crying but failed as he said "Watch them kill my parents. They burned my father and when they where bored of my mother they...they, scalped her!" And the crying continued. Blood continued to drop from his head as he muttered "They have a secret that took us off guard. A secret that left us vulnerable to attack..."
"Secret? What secret dammit!" was screamed throughout the town. "They have an ally o-" and the boys voice cut off as his head slumped backwards, never to speak again.
So what do you do now? said:
Jack knelt down and touched the boy's neck searching for a pulse, feeling none he closed the boy's eyes his hands shaking in rage. Standing up he called out to the town, "It had to been Indians there been reports from the express riders of them on a war path," he turned to the Sheriff, "What should we do Deadeye?" he asked. the town turned to the aging Sheriff
John walked away from the group. He was use to young people dying. He remebers the war and he remebers every friend he lost. He came to terms with his past and began to focus on buisness. Dying here would be bad for buisness and he tried to buy a ticket for the next trian. He realized that he didnt have enough money for a ticket and left the station. With nothing better to do he headed to the sheriff's station. he past by the mob again and saw the blacksmith holding the now dead boy. He paid no attention to him until he suggested that it could have been Indians. He rembered the Indians that attacked him. They weren't even that brutal. They just shot everyone of his staff and took his supplys. John noticed the sheriff in the crowd and got closer to hear what he had to say.
Sun beat down on the sand, the distant calls of vultures could be be heard, a mere few seconds before a boy had rode into the small town of Hope Falls, a boy who had been wronged, a boy who was dead now, his head tilted back and a drop of sweat rolled off of his glistening dead skin.
In the crowd that gathered, another drop of sweat fell, but not off of a boy, but off the shining bald head of Timothy Halcoy, owner of the General Store and the post office, and though it's kept quiet, everybody knows it, he's the local "businessman". The boy had said something about an ally of the raiders that had attacked his own town, what kind of people ally themselves with raiders?
There's other raiders, but then the boy would have just said that more were coming.
Could be a band of mercenaries, but from the carnage at the boy's town, that didn't seem likely.
A rival businessman perhaps? That was the most likely of choices. Sends in a third party to take out a village, then roll in, rebuild and industrialize. Tim Halcoy of all people knew that men like him were more dangerous then some knuckle-draggers with guns. If this were the case, Tim would have to prepare himself for an attack, stock up on guns, find a defensible position and find an escape route for a pinch.
He would have to be discreet about the preparations though. If he was wrong, the town would never trust him again, and that wouldn't bode well for his hopes of running it one day.
First thing's first, hire some help, Tim wrote out several anonymous notes, containing times, dates and locations at which to meet, but who would he be meeting there? There had been a merc hanging around town lately, Tim slipped one of the notes into the man's holster, hoping he would notice it later that day.
Mercs are easy, Tim thought to himself, chuckling a bit, keep em paid and they're happy, why can't everyone be like that? Almost everyone else in town was off limits to ask, but there was a local layabout who was willing to work for cheap, he slipped a note into each knapsack. Second, he would need to arm himself, there was a gun salesman in town, he would buy from him, he slipped a note inside the man's cart.
Lastly, he would need information, he knew just the man for the job, he went to the local Union Pacific Outpost and left a note on the station master's desk.
Pleased with himself, he thought back over his notes:
To Edward Oro,
I need some help and I pay highly, meet me at the well at 11PM, come alone
-A Friend
To Jimmy Buck,
I understand you do odd jobs, I have a few for you, meet me at the water station of the train station at 1AM
-A future employer
To Mr. John Nyles,
I have need of your services, meet me at the northernmost edge of the West's Farm at 3AM, come alone
-A fellow Businessman
Hello old friend,
Now, Rutherford Greers, old friend, you're very up on the comings and goings here, owning the train station and all, so I was wondering if you would like to exchange information, I'll tell you about any suspicious mail, you tell me about suspicious visitors or people who pass through.
-Cordially,
Tim Halcoy
In the crowd that gathered, another drop of sweat fell, but not off of a boy, but off the shining bald head of Timothy Halcoy, owner of the General Store and the post office, and though it's kept quiet, everybody knows it, he's the local "businessman". The boy had said something about an ally of the raiders that had attacked his own town, what kind of people ally themselves with raiders?
There's other raiders, but then the boy would have just said that more were coming.
Could be a band of mercenaries, but from the carnage at the boy's town, that didn't seem likely.
A rival businessman perhaps? That was the most likely of choices. Sends in a third party to take out a village, then roll in, rebuild and industrialize. Tim Halcoy of all people knew that men like him were more dangerous then some knuckle-draggers with guns. If this were the case, Tim would have to prepare himself for an attack, stock up on guns, find a defensible position and find an escape route for a pinch.
He would have to be discreet about the preparations though. If he was wrong, the town would never trust him again, and that wouldn't bode well for his hopes of running it one day.
First thing's first, hire some help, Tim wrote out several anonymous notes, containing times, dates and locations at which to meet, but who would he be meeting there? There had been a merc hanging around town lately, Tim slipped one of the notes into the man's holster, hoping he would notice it later that day.
Mercs are easy, Tim thought to himself, chuckling a bit, keep em paid and they're happy, why can't everyone be like that? Almost everyone else in town was off limits to ask, but there was a local layabout who was willing to work for cheap, he slipped a note into each knapsack. Second, he would need to arm himself, there was a gun salesman in town, he would buy from him, he slipped a note inside the man's cart.
Lastly, he would need information, he knew just the man for the job, he went to the local Union Pacific Outpost and left a note on the station master's desk.
Pleased with himself, he thought back over his notes:
To Edward Oro,
I need some help and I pay highly, meet me at the well at 11PM, come alone
-A Friend
To Jimmy Buck,
I understand you do odd jobs, I have a few for you, meet me at the water station of the train station at 1AM
-A future employer
To Mr. John Nyles,
I have need of your services, meet me at the northernmost edge of the West's Farm at 3AM, come alone
-A fellow Businessman
Hello old friend,
Now, Rutherford Greers, old friend, you're very up on the comings and goings here, owning the train station and all, so I was wondering if you would like to exchange information, I'll tell you about any suspicious mail, you tell me about suspicious visitors or people who pass through.
-Cordially,
Tim Halcoy
Amy sighed, watching the roughened men about her begin to bicker about what to do with this new information. "One boy dies, spoutin' fire 'n' brimstone, and suddenly the whole of the world gonna burn?" she thought sarcastically.
She turned to her employer. Ace always was a thinker. Slow to action, but damn, he knew what to do. Even now she could see the gears turning in his head. Tapping his shoulder, she whispered just loudly enough to be heard above the gathering storm. "Ace, I'm goin' back to the shop. Fill me in when you get back, mmkay?"
With a grin, a stroke along Ace's cheek, and a quiet giggle, she left the area, walking down the street with swaying hips. She could feel the townsmen's jealous gazes burning into her back, and was certain Ace was experiencing the same thing. "Sometimes it's just too easy..."
Unlocking the door to the bar, Amy pushed wide the doors, letting a dusty breeze broil in. Even now a few stragglers were shiftily making their way towards the bar. She sighed. "Men need their water, even on the Sabbath." She thought cattily. With a laugh, she began preparing the glasses for the oncoming day.
She turned to her employer. Ace always was a thinker. Slow to action, but damn, he knew what to do. Even now she could see the gears turning in his head. Tapping his shoulder, she whispered just loudly enough to be heard above the gathering storm. "Ace, I'm goin' back to the shop. Fill me in when you get back, mmkay?"
With a grin, a stroke along Ace's cheek, and a quiet giggle, she left the area, walking down the street with swaying hips. She could feel the townsmen's jealous gazes burning into her back, and was certain Ace was experiencing the same thing. "Sometimes it's just too easy..."
Unlocking the door to the bar, Amy pushed wide the doors, letting a dusty breeze broil in. Even now a few stragglers were shiftily making their way towards the bar. She sighed. "Men need their water, even on the Sabbath." She thought cattily. With a laugh, she began preparing the glasses for the oncoming day.
A figure had walked off after slipping somthing to him.
Thinking to himself "Huh I wonder what it could possibly be?"
Walking away from the commotion of the boy he he opened the note using his coat to cover it from prying eyes.
To Edward Oro,
I need some help and I pay highly, meet me at the well at 11PM, come alone
-A Friend
"Edward Oro?" He thought "How did that man find out who I was?"
Taking a quick glance around the area he pocketed the note quickly.
"The well huh? The way it was written it sounded like this place only has one well."
Walking off he found himself walking towards the tavern. He would need something to do before eleven. Walking towards the building he emptied his water bottle onto the ground and went inside putting himself at the counter.
"Hello I'm kinda new around here is there a well around here? I need to refill this" He said, showing his empty bottle.
"Oh and uhh is there anyways I can get a soda pop here as well?" He asked.
After all he'd need to stay sober until then.
Thinking to himself "Huh I wonder what it could possibly be?"
Walking away from the commotion of the boy he he opened the note using his coat to cover it from prying eyes.
To Edward Oro,
I need some help and I pay highly, meet me at the well at 11PM, come alone
-A Friend
"Edward Oro?" He thought "How did that man find out who I was?"
Taking a quick glance around the area he pocketed the note quickly.
"The well huh? The way it was written it sounded like this place only has one well."
Walking off he found himself walking towards the tavern. He would need something to do before eleven. Walking towards the building he emptied his water bottle onto the ground and went inside putting himself at the counter.
"Hello I'm kinda new around here is there a well around here? I need to refill this" He said, showing his empty bottle.
"Oh and uhh is there anyways I can get a soda pop here as well?" He asked.
After all he'd need to stay sober until then.
"Well this isn't the typically day anymore. A man keels over in church. Yeesh, God rest his soul what a troubling ordeal." Thought Greers, walking towards the train depot. Catching a glimpse of Tim Halcoy leaving the premise as he walked around to the track side of the platform, he gave a wave and it was returned by Tim. Quick glances ensured that what he came to the trackside for was secure. "No obstructions, track looks clean.", thinking aloud as per his personage. He clambered up the water tower ladder and looked down the track, before peering into the raised cistern. "Trains certainly don't come past here often. This depot was a novelty along a plan C route to Las Vegas. Odd." he thought, looking at the fading vertical trail of gray, the distant train's exhaust. "Pity, I should've recorded its arrival number. Water level is alright, no foreign obje- hey! Out!" he said, shooing away a small bird bathing in the open tank with his hand.
Returning to the main desk, he took out his clipboard and made the day entry:
"Station Checkup X. 1 train, 12:15pm. Registry missed. 1 passenger, 0 luggage."
Finishing marking it, he set the board down and then noticed the note on the ticker desk.
Sliding a shutter and flipping a sign, Ruth disembarked the depot towards the general store applying his hat to his head, leaving behind him
"STATIONMASTER IS OUT"
Returning to the main desk, he took out his clipboard and made the day entry:
"Station Checkup X. 1 train, 12:15pm. Registry missed. 1 passenger, 0 luggage."
Finishing marking it, he set the board down and then noticed the note on the ticker desk.
- Hello old friend,
Now, Rutherford Greers, old friend, you're very up on the comings and goings here, owning the train station and all, so I was wondering if you would like to exchange information, I'll tell you about any suspicious mail, you tell me about suspicious visitors or people who pass through.
-Cordially,
Tim Halcoy
- Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 1 train, Registry 45912, Lumber passer-through. 3:42pm Water stop, 16 minutes ~143G
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 1 train, Registry 45912, Lumber passer-through. 3:39pm Water stop, 14 minutes ~151G
Station Checkup X. 0 trains
Station Checkup X. 1 train, Registry 34210, Mail deposit & Well Spar&Go delivery/trade. 11:23am 2 passengers, 2 luggage
Sliding a shutter and flipping a sign, Ruth disembarked the depot towards the general store applying his hat to his head, leaving behind him
"STATIONMASTER IS OUT"
Jon arrived not long after the boy, but no one saw him, busy as they were with the child, and he went unoticed into the church to wait for the priest.
"Hello, my son" said Father Ronald as he walked in, "are you here to, ah, confess?"
"No, thank you, Father," said Jon, "But I am a man of God, and I was wondering if I could help yo out round here"
"Well," Said Ronald thoughtfully, "I could use a hand. Tell you what, if be my Chaplin, and help out with the sermons, I can get on easier with praying for the town, alright?"
"Sure, when do I start?"
"Well, there's today's sermon, if you want to give that a go..."
OCC: This is drawing on the idea that Ronald wants to have rank without too mush effort, and so is recruiting Jon to do his work for him. is that ok?
"Hello, my son" said Father Ronald as he walked in, "are you here to, ah, confess?"
"No, thank you, Father," said Jon, "But I am a man of God, and I was wondering if I could help yo out round here"
"Well," Said Ronald thoughtfully, "I could use a hand. Tell you what, if be my Chaplin, and help out with the sermons, I can get on easier with praying for the town, alright?"
"Sure, when do I start?"
"Well, there's today's sermon, if you want to give that a go..."
OCC: This is drawing on the idea that Ronald wants to have rank without too mush effort, and so is recruiting Jon to do his work for him. is that ok?
Aczy scratched his head. This was a doozy of a day - first poor ol' Jenkins dies in church, of all places, then some boy rides in from Hell and dies on the spot. "These people are surely in need of some guidance," he thought, "and that cantankerous Reverend isn't going to do much about it - he'll probably use this as a sign to repent or some religious bullcrap."
Ace kicked at the swirling sand beneath him, attempting to conjure up a plan of action without success. Amy - his faithful barmaid - brushed his shoulder and whispered something into his ear. He didn't catch what she'd said but it sounded like a question, so he replied with a feeble yes. His mind wandered back to the dead boy. Ace had never seen an Indian in all his life, or even known about the homocidal, scalpin' kind.
"I'm gonna do something," he said to himself, "I'm gonna do something about this for my own safety, but more importantly, the safety and well-being of Hope Falls... and my Bar. Even if it means we take drastic measures." Without hesitation Aczy Schuyler stood high on a rickety fence, above the crowd of people. He cleared his throat. Nobody listened. He cleared his throat again, this time louder. A few heads turned. Then, he took a deep breath, and yelled at the top of his lungs, 'Shaddup!"
Everyone turned - including the Reverend and the Sheriff, much to Ace's surprise - to look at the man who was wobbling back and forth on the wooden fence, trying to maintain his balance and his dignity. He began to speak.
"You all heard the boy. Someone - whoever it is, Indians or otherwise - could attack our small town of Hope Falls at any time. And I mean could. Who knows, maybe nobody will attack our peaceful settlement in the next one thousand years! Either way, we need to be prepared for attack - because we just don't know. We've already seen the effects of two deaths here - imagine if we were attacked by some force so sinister; if we were unprepared, most of us, if not all of us, would be dead. Our town would be wiped off the map! Do you want Hope Falls to disappear from the great history of the United States of America? I don't think so."
A question came forth from the crowd. "So whatd'ya suggest we do then, Barkeep?"
"We put safety first, even if for a few weeks. I propose a lockdown at eight o' clock sharp every night - that means no going outside, no loud music, and no tomfoolery. Raiders could use spies, or attack at night - we can't be too careful, you realise. For this, we'll need some kind of town guard to keep everyone safe at night. I'll be willing to do this, but I need volunteers. But know this - you must be out every night for at least ten hours. And no, you can't bring any booze - I'm looking at you, Buck!"
The crowd laughed - much to the displeasure of Jimmy - and half roared with approval. The other half however, stayed deathly quiet, only muttering and shaking their heads before disappearing into the town. Apparently, Aczy had won the approval of some, but divided the town in two. The Priest seemed to oppose his views, unsurprisingly.
"We'll all meet tomorrow morning at the Bar (where drinks are 50% off on Mondays!) for a town meeting and a vote. Please keep in mind, it's your choice Hope Falls - safety, or chaos."
Content with his rousing speech, Ace walked back into the Bar, then upstairs into his study, comforting himself with sweetened water and a book. He gladly awaited tomorrow, excited at the opportunity to win support for his eccentric and controversial ideas.
(PS: Sorry if that was a bit drawn out, I wasn't sure how to fit a "rousing speech" in a paragraph. And if anyone wants any part of what I wrote changed, feel free to PM me.
)
Ace kicked at the swirling sand beneath him, attempting to conjure up a plan of action without success. Amy - his faithful barmaid - brushed his shoulder and whispered something into his ear. He didn't catch what she'd said but it sounded like a question, so he replied with a feeble yes. His mind wandered back to the dead boy. Ace had never seen an Indian in all his life, or even known about the homocidal, scalpin' kind.
"I'm gonna do something," he said to himself, "I'm gonna do something about this for my own safety, but more importantly, the safety and well-being of Hope Falls... and my Bar. Even if it means we take drastic measures." Without hesitation Aczy Schuyler stood high on a rickety fence, above the crowd of people. He cleared his throat. Nobody listened. He cleared his throat again, this time louder. A few heads turned. Then, he took a deep breath, and yelled at the top of his lungs, 'Shaddup!"
Everyone turned - including the Reverend and the Sheriff, much to Ace's surprise - to look at the man who was wobbling back and forth on the wooden fence, trying to maintain his balance and his dignity. He began to speak.
"You all heard the boy. Someone - whoever it is, Indians or otherwise - could attack our small town of Hope Falls at any time. And I mean could. Who knows, maybe nobody will attack our peaceful settlement in the next one thousand years! Either way, we need to be prepared for attack - because we just don't know. We've already seen the effects of two deaths here - imagine if we were attacked by some force so sinister; if we were unprepared, most of us, if not all of us, would be dead. Our town would be wiped off the map! Do you want Hope Falls to disappear from the great history of the United States of America? I don't think so."
A question came forth from the crowd. "So whatd'ya suggest we do then, Barkeep?"
"We put safety first, even if for a few weeks. I propose a lockdown at eight o' clock sharp every night - that means no going outside, no loud music, and no tomfoolery. Raiders could use spies, or attack at night - we can't be too careful, you realise. For this, we'll need some kind of town guard to keep everyone safe at night. I'll be willing to do this, but I need volunteers. But know this - you must be out every night for at least ten hours. And no, you can't bring any booze - I'm looking at you, Buck!"
The crowd laughed - much to the displeasure of Jimmy - and half roared with approval. The other half however, stayed deathly quiet, only muttering and shaking their heads before disappearing into the town. Apparently, Aczy had won the approval of some, but divided the town in two. The Priest seemed to oppose his views, unsurprisingly.
"We'll all meet tomorrow morning at the Bar (where drinks are 50% off on Mondays!) for a town meeting and a vote. Please keep in mind, it's your choice Hope Falls - safety, or chaos."
Content with his rousing speech, Ace walked back into the Bar, then upstairs into his study, comforting himself with sweetened water and a book. He gladly awaited tomorrow, excited at the opportunity to win support for his eccentric and controversial ideas.
(PS: Sorry if that was a bit drawn out, I wasn't sure how to fit a "rousing speech" in a paragraph. And if anyone wants any part of what I wrote changed, feel free to PM me.
)
Issac stood behind the crowd watching the events unfold. He was amazed at how the slightest break in the mundane life cycle brought the whole town grinding to a halt but in the end, that was to be expected, he rationalized. Hope Falls had gone about its quiet existence without creating so much as a ripple in the wide outside expanse. Folks came and went and the few that stayed managed to carve out a pleasant living. Despite the quarreling that goes on inside the walls of the town, Ike knew that it was overall a peaceful place. So to have a boy ride into the city and die shortly afterwards was a bad omen to begin with but to also be the bearer of ill tidings meant to Isaac that some greater evil was lurking out there. He was left feeling puzzled by the dying words of the boy. Who or what were these attackers?. They didn't seem to fit any Indian attacks that he had heard about. Questions raced through his head one after another but he was no closer to the truth that anyone else in the room he figured.
He stood behind the crowd, listening intently to the inevitable quarrel that would ensue from the barkeep and the priest. The barkeep at least made some valid points, safety will be everyone's prime concern. Whoever attacked the boy and his town could still be out there, preparing an attack on Hope Falls. "At least we have the advantage of being warned" he mused to himself, "That's probably something the poor kid didn't have". With a sigh Issac left the building. He had enough with the power games that was running in the town. At least the idea of having a town vote seemed to appease everyone. At least then something pertaining to their current predicament could be discussed.
Issac was heading towards the bar when he spotted the horse the boy had ridden on trotting carefree along the roads. "Poor fella" Ike thought as he approached the horse and grabbed its reins. "You will be needing a home now won't you" he whispered gently to the stallion while ruffling it's mane. "Come along now" he guided the horse towards his stable and placed him in a temprorary enclosure near a water trough. He removed the saddle and the riding gear from the horse and filled a trough with hay. With the horse secure from running rampant across the town, Ike made his way to the tavern once more. He was in dire need of a beer and hopefully the tavern won't disappoint. He also knew that the tavern was the hub for local gossip and mass communication and by know the tales of the days events would have spun to a doozy.
He stood behind the crowd, listening intently to the inevitable quarrel that would ensue from the barkeep and the priest. The barkeep at least made some valid points, safety will be everyone's prime concern. Whoever attacked the boy and his town could still be out there, preparing an attack on Hope Falls. "At least we have the advantage of being warned" he mused to himself, "That's probably something the poor kid didn't have". With a sigh Issac left the building. He had enough with the power games that was running in the town. At least the idea of having a town vote seemed to appease everyone. At least then something pertaining to their current predicament could be discussed.
Issac was heading towards the bar when he spotted the horse the boy had ridden on trotting carefree along the roads. "Poor fella" Ike thought as he approached the horse and grabbed its reins. "You will be needing a home now won't you" he whispered gently to the stallion while ruffling it's mane. "Come along now" he guided the horse towards his stable and placed him in a temprorary enclosure near a water trough. He removed the saddle and the riding gear from the horse and filled a trough with hay. With the horse secure from running rampant across the town, Ike made his way to the tavern once more. He was in dire need of a beer and hopefully the tavern won't disappoint. He also knew that the tavern was the hub for local gossip and mass communication and by know the tales of the days events would have spun to a doozy.
Jon's sermon was drawing to a close, and now he moved to the final point.
"And as He has done before, He tests us now! He sends these men, nay, these beasts, against us, and we must show our mettle! And despite what our good barkeep says, we cannot just sit back and wait for them to come to us. Faith in God is all well and good, but we cannot just rely on him, for is it not written 'thou shalt not test the Lord, your God'? We must act, and in our actions, God will help us prevail!"
A voice come from the crowd "What do you propose, Chaplin?"
"We shall do as the Lord commands, and smite his foes hip and thigh! I say we organise patrols, and search the lands for these monsters! Then, we must hunt them down, and put an end to their ungodly works!"
Many in the Church cheered, but some, those who frequented the bar, shook their heads, and several walked out.
Jon smiled as he descended from the pulpit, and moved wearily to his small dwelling behind the church.
OCC: Sorry if I've violated any 1-post-a-day rule, but I needed to do a sermon, and it was my duty to reply to the barkeep
"And as He has done before, He tests us now! He sends these men, nay, these beasts, against us, and we must show our mettle! And despite what our good barkeep says, we cannot just sit back and wait for them to come to us. Faith in God is all well and good, but we cannot just rely on him, for is it not written 'thou shalt not test the Lord, your God'? We must act, and in our actions, God will help us prevail!"
A voice come from the crowd "What do you propose, Chaplin?"
"We shall do as the Lord commands, and smite his foes hip and thigh! I say we organise patrols, and search the lands for these monsters! Then, we must hunt them down, and put an end to their ungodly works!"
Many in the Church cheered, but some, those who frequented the bar, shook their heads, and several walked out.
Jon smiled as he descended from the pulpit, and moved wearily to his small dwelling behind the church.
OCC: Sorry if I've violated any 1-post-a-day rule, but I needed to do a sermon, and it was my duty to reply to the barkeep
John walked away from the mob since he couldnt hear the sheriff from the back of the group. he walked around town looking for a part time job. he needed to make enough money to buy a ticket home and to replace his stolen goods. his first stop was the blacksmith. he knocked on the door to the blacksmiths home but got no answer. he was thirsty so he decided to fill his water pouch. he diged into his knapsack for the pouch but came across a letter instead.
To Mr. John Nyles,
I have need of your services, meet me at the northernmost edge of the West's Farm at 3AM, come alone
-A fellow Businessman
he knew no one in this town so who could this message be from. desprate for money John decided to go. he asked a passerby where the farm was and would head out there later.
he pulled out his Colt .45 and made sure it was loaded. just in case.
OOC: i going to guess that we wont get an update for a while since dasterdos got suspended.
To Mr. John Nyles,
I have need of your services, meet me at the northernmost edge of the West's Farm at 3AM, come alone
-A fellow Businessman
he knew no one in this town so who could this message be from. desprate for money John decided to go. he asked a passerby where the farm was and would head out there later.
he pulled out his Colt .45 and made sure it was loaded. just in case.
OOC: i going to guess that we wont get an update for a while since dasterdos got suspended.
This turning into Galt's Lyncher all over again. If I have to read a small novel just to know what's going on, I'm done here.
Jack shook his head at the Aczy speech, he agreed with the barkeep but wanted to stike the man across the face for the foolish publicty stunt he just did. Not only did he he give an rousing speech but the fool managed to split the town in two. Jack shook his head again and picked up the dead boy, "I'll bury the child, it's the least he derserves," he said more to himself than to anyone around him. He hunkered down and lifted the dead boy cradling him in his arms, he walked to the graveyard in silence, head down to hide the tears welling up in his eyes....
Dasterdos sent me a message telling me that he will forward the update to another user. the user he forwards it to will then post it in the thread.