Damnation; Chapter 2: The Times They Are A Changin' (Needs Players! PM Me for Details)
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While trying to figure out the answers to these qustions John was saw a figure ride in and then collapse off his horse. Man layed on the ground for a little while and seemed to be sobbing.The man got up from the ground and then walked into the bar.
The man already seemed drunk.
John stood up and said "hey buddy you okay?"
The man already seemed drunk.
John stood up and said "hey buddy you okay?"
Well spartan sent me a message to plan the meeting conversation before posting. So i changed it so it would make sense
no, however, I realize i haven't posted in a while, and thus, in my previous post Ethan had a draumatic dream, thus causing him to enter an "apathetic" state. in this state he cant think straight, hence the mounting without a saddle, not putting a coat/ Vest on, riding in the middle of the night, etc. Ethan's brain kicked into a defensive state, believing the town was under attack, and as such rode too defend what he believed was most important. The Bar, and those inside it {Amy, Ace, Etc}. so in essence, no hes not psychic. just a bit crazy. also, I hadn't posted in a while and wanted to do something plot relevant. sorry if I came out in the wrong way
Amy pushed open the doors to the Drummond's office, her hair hastily cut free of its burnt husk, leaving naught but a small amount of ear-length hair. The stench of burnt hair still surrounded her, although she held her chin high and sat next in the seat next to Jon.
Nodding to the Sheriff, she opened up. "Sheriff Drummond, before we begin, would you please return my knife? It's all I have of my parents in Carson City."
Nodding to the Sheriff, she opened up. "Sheriff Drummond, before we begin, would you please return my knife? It's all I have of my parents in Carson City."
Edward was asleep by now. In his sleep he dreamt. A pretty woman cute and energetic. He was standing in front of her waiting for something that he was'nt sure off. She handed him a peice of paper with writing upon it. His eyes lit up at what the writing said.
"Two daily specials at table four."
It said, he smiled. Putting the note up with rest he started cooking. Outside people flocked in and out of his restraunt happy and content as waitresses and waiters did their job weaving in and out. The smell of the kitchen was intoxicating. His dream was one he had every night.
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Funny hey?
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"Two daily specials at table four."
It said, he smiled. Putting the note up with rest he started cooking. Outside people flocked in and out of his restraunt happy and content as waitresses and waiters did their job weaving in and out. The smell of the kitchen was intoxicating. His dream was one he had every night.
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Funny hey?
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The sheriff seemed undecided as to the matter of the knife, so Jon changed the subject to the matter in hand.
"Sheriff, Amy, we have seem the chaos that erupts when a single man dies. True, Ace was a pillar of the community, but any death here will have terrible consequences. We cannot allow his killers to strike again. I do not want to be the advocate of violence, but I would rather kill an evil band of natives, than stand by while they slaughter those who put their faith the church and her God. I will not let them suffer again! We must ride out and hunt the raiders down before they have a chance for further crimes!"
Light danced in his eyes as he spoke, and it was more than just religious zeal.
"Sheriff, Amy, we have seem the chaos that erupts when a single man dies. True, Ace was a pillar of the community, but any death here will have terrible consequences. We cannot allow his killers to strike again. I do not want to be the advocate of violence, but I would rather kill an evil band of natives, than stand by while they slaughter those who put their faith the church and her God. I will not let them suffer again! We must ride out and hunt the raiders down before they have a chance for further crimes!"
Light danced in his eyes as he spoke, and it was more than just religious zeal.
Drummond held Amy's knife between his fingers - the tip pressed against the index finger on his left hand, while the thumb and forefinger of his right slowly rotated the knife, allowing the polished blade to glint in the lamp-light.
He looked up at Amy, but before he got a chance to reply, the chaplain blasted apart the silence with a furious rant, full of fervour and zeal. Placing the knife just in front of him on the desk, he looked sharply at Jon.
"Thank you for your opinion young man, but I think you oughta take your enthusiasm back to Father Davis. However, I do understand your desire for something to be done. And it will. For now, sleep on it. We'll see how you feel in the morning."
Pausing and turning back to Amy, Drummond's brow furrowed as he picked up the knife from the table.
"Young lady, you know just as well as I do where I found this blade. I pray for his and your sakes that Jeff makes it through the night, or else the law might not look so kindly on your actions. Sure, he's a low-down scumbag, but that don't mean you gotta try to kill him! I don't look favourably on murder in my town."
He stood and offered the knife back to Amy, handle first.
"Well?"
He looked up at Amy, but before he got a chance to reply, the chaplain blasted apart the silence with a furious rant, full of fervour and zeal. Placing the knife just in front of him on the desk, he looked sharply at Jon.
"Thank you for your opinion young man, but I think you oughta take your enthusiasm back to Father Davis. However, I do understand your desire for something to be done. And it will. For now, sleep on it. We'll see how you feel in the morning."
Pausing and turning back to Amy, Drummond's brow furrowed as he picked up the knife from the table.
"Young lady, you know just as well as I do where I found this blade. I pray for his and your sakes that Jeff makes it through the night, or else the law might not look so kindly on your actions. Sure, he's a low-down scumbag, but that don't mean you gotta try to kill him! I don't look favourably on murder in my town."
He stood and offered the knife back to Amy, handle first.
"Well?"
As, in story terms at least, you're still number two priest the Sheriff will be fairly dismissive of you until you take the lead, whenever that happens.
"who?..." he was dazed, the man blurring in and out of existence "where's...where's Amy? where's Ace?" his voice shaky and scared. he slowly stumbled up, trying to regain his balance. his vision was returning slowly as was his realization of what he was doing. it was cold outside. he shivered " have..have you seen either of them?" he said, in a somewhat calmer voice.
A look of mild annoyance crossed Amy's face at the sheriff's concealed threat. Murder? She acted in self defense, and he had the gall to assume she assaulted him?
Taking a deep breath, the new owner of the town bar began.
"Sheriff Drummond, are you trying to joke with me? The man tried to murder me twice, once right before your eyes! What I did may have been wrong, but surely you don't intend to condemn me for defending myself!"
Glancing at the knife held in Drummond's outstretched hand, Amy crossed her arms and legs and gave him a cold stare. "I assume Jeff is to be jailed, provided he survives. Oh, and you may hold on to the knife for now. I assume you'll use it as evidence in my condemnation, should it come to that."
Taking a deep breath, the new owner of the town bar began.
"Sheriff Drummond, are you trying to joke with me? The man tried to murder me twice, once right before your eyes! What I did may have been wrong, but surely you don't intend to condemn me for defending myself!"
Glancing at the knife held in Drummond's outstretched hand, Amy crossed her arms and legs and gave him a cold stare. "I assume Jeff is to be jailed, provided he survives. Oh, and you may hold on to the knife for now. I assume you'll use it as evidence in my condemnation, should it come to that."
Yes, I realize she's being a moody *****, but let's look at the circumstances; the closest thing to a father she had DIES, no one seems to care, and to top it off, she's been assaulted twice and has now been charged with murder for self-defense.
Hell, I'd be raving by now.
Hell, I'd be raving by now.
Drummond placed the knife down in the centre of the table, sat down, leant back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Damn, she's right. I can't lock her up for this. Whether he's alive or dead, Jeff is the one at fault here...
Drummond opened his yes and stared Amy straight in the face.
"There'll be no trials, no condemnation, not now. The natives will find it a lot easier to destroy us if they find us destroying each other. Hell, we'll be doing half their work for them! For now, we go to war. If those redskins want their payment, they can pry it from my cold dead hands! But to win, we gotta stick together. We gotta defend. We gotta be the best we damn well can be!"
He slammed his fist down on the desk and the knife rattled with the force of the blow. Drummond rose again to his feet as his anger surged.
"Those Indians are going to pay! I don't know nor care what they want but they sure ain't gonna get it! Schuyler did nothing to them, but now he's dead! It's just not right!"
As his fervour subsided, Drummond stood shaking with rage. Easing himself back into his chair, a sense of realisation flooded across his face.
"I'm sorry... Amy, don't worry about anything for now. This is not the time. But thank you again for coming to see me. Chaplin Shannow, the town will need you and Father Davis more than ever at this time so stay sharp. We don't want panic on the streets.
Now, unless either of you have anything else to say, it's late. In the morning, the town will decide its fate. I pray to God that we can hold our ground..."
Damn, she's right. I can't lock her up for this. Whether he's alive or dead, Jeff is the one at fault here...
Drummond opened his yes and stared Amy straight in the face.
"There'll be no trials, no condemnation, not now. The natives will find it a lot easier to destroy us if they find us destroying each other. Hell, we'll be doing half their work for them! For now, we go to war. If those redskins want their payment, they can pry it from my cold dead hands! But to win, we gotta stick together. We gotta defend. We gotta be the best we damn well can be!"
He slammed his fist down on the desk and the knife rattled with the force of the blow. Drummond rose again to his feet as his anger surged.
"Those Indians are going to pay! I don't know nor care what they want but they sure ain't gonna get it! Schuyler did nothing to them, but now he's dead! It's just not right!"
As his fervour subsided, Drummond stood shaking with rage. Easing himself back into his chair, a sense of realisation flooded across his face.
"I'm sorry... Amy, don't worry about anything for now. This is not the time. But thank you again for coming to see me. Chaplin Shannow, the town will need you and Father Davis more than ever at this time so stay sharp. We don't want panic on the streets.
Now, unless either of you have anything else to say, it's late. In the morning, the town will decide its fate. I pray to God that we can hold our ground..."
As the doctor was still outside inspecting the body he was soon interrupted. Kelli came running out of the church, crying and shrieking, to him. Tapping him on the shoulders she whispered something to him. He immediately stood up and started towards the church. Kelli then went to Chaplin Shannow and whispered the same thing.
He isn't scalped!
That's not what I said at all!
Where did you get this note from?
I said nothing of a note!
Edit your post!
Also for the moment everyone ignore ThreeWords last post, he completely made that up, and it completely demolished the whisper I sent to him.
Be this a note to everyone. Don't make story posts about deaths of major characters without my permission, and never have notes from Indians found by you.
That's not what I said at all!
Where did you get this note from?
I said nothing of a note!
Edit your post!
Also for the moment everyone ignore ThreeWords last post, he completely made that up, and it completely demolished the whisper I sent to him.
Be this a note to everyone. Don't make story posts about deaths of major characters without my permission, and never have notes from Indians found by you.
Amy smiled at the sheriff, retrieving her knife from the table slowly. "Of course, sir. I'll have the bar clean and spiffy for the meeting tomorrow. But for now, I think I'll go... take a bath." She rubbed at her temples. "It's been a rough day."
With a mumbled "thank you" and a hurried curtsey, Amy stepped lightly out the door, taking up a brisk step as she rushed to the bar. Her now-short hair barely moved with the chill night wind; how greatly she missed the feeling of her hair whipping back.
Stepping onto the porch, she glanced down at Ace's headless corpse. Shuddering, she bent down, and fetched a set of keys from his coat pocket. Biting her lip, she shook her head and pushed open the door, colliding with Ethan's body.
Stumbling back a step, Amy raised an eyebrow at Ethan. "Ethan, what the bloody hell are you doing here? It's late."
With a mumbled "thank you" and a hurried curtsey, Amy stepped lightly out the door, taking up a brisk step as she rushed to the bar. Her now-short hair barely moved with the chill night wind; how greatly she missed the feeling of her hair whipping back.
Stepping onto the porch, she glanced down at Ace's headless corpse. Shuddering, she bent down, and fetched a set of keys from his coat pocket. Biting her lip, she shook her head and pushed open the door, colliding with Ethan's body.
Stumbling back a step, Amy raised an eyebrow at Ethan. "Ethan, what the bloody hell are you doing here? It's late."
Sorry! I was feeling over enthusiastic!
here's a better version:
here's a better version:
Jon leapt up and ran to the church-house, where Davis spent his nights. He burst in to see Davis unmoving, and the Doc sitting at the desk
"Father! Is he dead?" He cried out, but the doctor corrected him
"No, not yet, but he wont last long. He's been asking to talk to you"
Jon knelt down close to the dying preist "I am here, Father. Speak to me"
"I don't have much time left. I'm dying of Cholera. I wanted to talk to you though. I need you to ru-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence coughing up blood. "Run this town the way I wanted it to be run. You have to stop flirting with the barmaid. Please... for me"
Since Gen quit I'm playing as the priest for the moment.
And ThreeWords, he IS NOT dead yet.
And ThreeWords, he IS NOT dead yet.
Jon absorbed the priests words. "I'll do as you ask, Father, but I don't know If I can manage on my own. You taught me the ways of God, and of God's love, and I always needed you to keep me on the right path. What will I do without you?"
I know Davis' not dead. Jon might be religious, but he doesn't go around talking to people if he thinks they're dead
Left alone in his office, Drummond breathed a sigh of relief. Things seemed a bit more relaxed, but he had to keep the tension levels down. The last thing he wanted was blood on the streets.
He pushed himself out of his chair and stood in the doorway of his office, looking over the town. There were still people milling around, despite the late hour. Schuyler's body was still outside the tavern. Drummond made a mental note to get Doc to move the corpse before the morning.
As the lamp lights were slowly snuffed out, he prayed that no more lives would go the same way...
He pushed himself out of his chair and stood in the doorway of his office, looking over the town. There were still people milling around, despite the late hour. Schuyler's body was still outside the tavern. Drummond made a mental note to get Doc to move the corpse before the morning.
As the lamp lights were slowly snuffed out, he prayed that no more lives would go the same way...