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High Plains Heroes
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Campaign Summary
Campaign created Monday, February 20, 2006 08:30:35 PM by
Mastermind
This is a Heroic game set in the Old West right before it became the Wild West. ca. 1868, Denver, Colorado Territory. Check the sub-title for the latest Episode in the continuing saga of the High Plains Heroes.
Campaign Description
The River Platte Area is in the waning stages of the Gold Rush that began in 1858. Denver has been snubbed by the Union Pacific, which decides to go through Cheyenne in the recently created Wyoming Territory to complete the Great Transcontinental Railroad.
The Native American tribes in the area (Arapaho, Cheyenne) are restless, still smoldering over the Sand Creek Massacre and other engagements some three and four years ago and the recent conclusion of Red Cloud?s successful guerilla war (1866-1868). It is in this setting that the heroes take the stage. Character considerations: I am going for a gritty feel, with a very strong attempt for the characters to experience the history and reality of the times. 75/75, 8 points as starting characteristics in this Heroic game. I have set up normal characteristic max (15 for DEX, STR, CON; 20 for the rest). Also, literacy must be bought. There are no superpowers, however, superskills and heroic talents from DkCh or Pulp Hero are allowable by permission on a case by case basis. Combat Luck can only be bought to one level and it does not stack with Armor or Cover...Unlike normal Combat Luck, the use would be against surprise, in the open or in one-on-one duels. CSL's have not been a problem yet, however, if things get out of hand, the GM will be swinging the Nerf bat. I also have an .hdt, .hdr, and the beginnings of an .hdp I have already gathered a cadre of players for this experiment and initially the game is by Invitation Only. I do have plans in the future to explore other themes and areas in the American West.
Quotes
"Well, shucks," Josiah finally says in puzzlement, still somewhat at a loss for words. "I cain't say I ken 't'all, but summat strange is happenin' alright. I'd been thinkin' we shoulda brought a doctor along with us, but now I'm thinkin' mebbe we oughta find us a good preacher instead."
Josiah in repsonse to Yancy's execution of Red Hawk
Looks like Richter was keepin' busy, at least... plum fool lied 'bout the coffee though.
Ace to Yancy in the aftermath of gunning down Kid Richter
What in blazes d'ye think yer doin', keepin' company with my daughter without so much as a by yer leave? An' on my property, no less! What makes ye think yer good enough fer th'likes of her? Talk fast, sonny, or I'll teach ye a lesson ye'll not soon fergit!
Josiah Smith to Captain Stanley
Damn it, negrah... I musta fell in the dumb bucket this mornin'... But the stupid part o' me says you might be on ter something.
Old Jim Tunney to Yancy about to go see Kicking Bird
"Perdition must be a nice place," he [Red] remarked. "Seems like everyone's headed there this time o' year."
"Red" McHenry upon hearing the ex-cavalryman's confession
"Well, he IS only a Yankee. Sampson whupped people with the jawbone of an ass, least Ah kin do is break the jawbone of one..."
Dixie after barfight with bluebellies
"Thet damn Stanley's like a damn rabid weasel. Spreadin' thet damn craziness tuh whoever's likely tuh listen. He needs put down. Hard."
E.C. Witherspoon
Dixie steps back...And slips into a rendition of Amazing Grace, her voice between an alto and a soprano, eyes misting until tears slide slightly down her face.
Once done, she explains, "Thet's the only religious song Mammy taught me so far. Ah sung it at mah brothers' funerals and felt it might be appropriate..." Dixie Dynamite for Water Lily (Ute)
The halfbreed has grown more quiet than even his stoic norm. He has steeled himself for the inevitable clash with Carstairs and whatever Stanley has become, but knows the battle is beyond them. He glances up almost imagining he can see the silvery webs of the Spider stretching across the night sky.
The Thunder of battle was coming and the spirits had done little to bespeak of victory. It boded ill for the Circle. Yancy Phillips, internal exposition on the eve of battle with Carstairs, et al
Approaching the doorway of the church, Josiah roars out tauntingly, "Stanley, ye no good piece o'filth! He's not the one yer after, and ye know it. I'm the one that stands between ye and my Lucy! Iffn ye wants t'hit someone, ye come over here and hit me. If ye can!"
A marvelous taunt by Josiah Smith to the Stanley-thing
Eyeing Joseph down the length of his hogleg, Yancy speaks to the woman,"The Sacred Hoop is more than a match for your shooter, Miss Carstairs and it was you that brought Stanley on yourself. He took a little book from your preacher-man, Fire-eyes. We shot him down, just like we'll find a box for you and any of your folk trying to stop us.
The Spider looks down from the Mountain, Miss Carstairs and he only makes one thing out of women like you... Spinsters." Yancy Phillips to Miss Cynthia Carstairs
E.C. Skids to a halt in the compound and looks at DuChamp. Then he looks at the house. .oO(Gol'DURN it! Ol' Yancy could be in big trouble in Thar. But thar ain't no tellin' if'n this here polecat is carryin' thet craziness whut got Stanley!)
Pursing his lips, E.C. brings up Lady Luck in a smooth, practiced motion and aims at DuChamp. .oO(It ain't sportin' but I ain't a sportin' sort. I'm a HUNTER.) E.C. Witherspoon, Church of the Holy Flame
Ignoring the pain in his hand, Red hangs on tenaciously as bullets and rifle butts thudded into the thrashing Stanley. "I've broken ponies wilder 'n you!" he shouts
Red McHenry, Demon wrastler!
Ace seeing the Carstairs-thing still clinging to life acts.
"Some folks jes' can't take a hint..." Ace comments, sending another piece of lead into Lady Carstairs. The bullet hits "her" in the neck nearly separating the head from the rest of the body. It lets go of Jim, at least temporarily. Ace again, the Hero
Old Jim backpedals a few from the rapidly disintegrating Cynthia Carstairs, making a face, but unable to look away at the grim spectacle taking place before him.
After she's done melted, he looks to Ace then back at the yellowed teeth. A moment later, he fishes out his flask o th' good stuff and gulps some down. After blinking a little he looks at Ace again and offers it to the gambler. Seeing a woman dissolve was not something he would like to have a repeat of. Even if it did do the world a big favor... 'An y' wonder why I took up the Demon Drink...' he says as he takes another gulp. Old Jim on the finality of Cynthia Carstairs
'Don't cry for me, Marshal... Better.. remember the good times over the bad.. and that th' rest of you got a tall order ahead of you. Better yet, pray, cos I think you fellers will need it.
Old Jim leaving Denver...forever...
"Look et you, all liquored up wit' da demon rum and smellin' like sumpthin' the dog threw up! Massah Tunney was hisself an ol' drunk, an' he done made sumthin' o' hisself an' hepped out what he was needed. An' whut have you done? Been nuthin' but a nasty ol' drunken burden to yo' wife an'son, who you don' even see how good he is."
"He saved mah Annabelle from a Dvil Woman's cult, he did! Took a bullet right outta her an' saved her life!" "Now mistah, ah don't take ta interferin' in family business, less'n it's mah own. But you should be cleanin' yoself up an' followin' yo' son's example, starting right now!" Mammy Pokofe tellin' off Louis Phillips
"Kicking Bird has passed beyond my reach, headed for the Mountain and hoping for Coyote to lead him beyond. The Smoke of the Beautiful Man gives him pause and the webs of the Spider are set for the unwary.
Yancy at Kicking Bird's Hovel
With a nod to his guitar, he [Domingo] says "You don't mind, do you?"
With that, he lifts his guitar off his knees and begins, tentatively at first, to pick out the opening notes to a tune Mexicans would recognize as Malaguena Salarosa. After working his way through the first few bars, he appears to gain confidence, and begins strumming with increasing intensity, his lips pursed in concentration as he fills the tepee with the song's soulful, melancholy strains. As he plays, his brows furrow in concentration as he maneuvers through intricate, fast, fingerings and strums out a stirring rhythm with his thumbs on the guitar face. The tune winds and weaves its way around the tipi for several minutes, finishing with a measure or two of especially intricate finger work. He finishes with a flourish, and then looks up as if vaguely surprised that there are still other people in the tepee. Domingo, Arapaho Camp
"Ah gots to worry bout you, Mammy, y'all are all Ah got left. Ya done raised me like ya own daughter, when momma passed on. I don' know what ah'd do without you!" Gives her a big squeezable little girl hug.
Dixie to Mammy
If Josiah colours slightly, it's hard to tell under his well-tanned and wrinkled skin. "'Tweren't no bear what did that. 'Fraid that was me. Din't take it too kindly when this feller went after Lucy, so I thumped him a bit harder than I might have. There's a couple others up here as well, one in them rocks what Dixie's pokin' around, and one over there in them Junipers Red's searchin'. Both o'them are like t'be a bit worse fer wear as well. Plus there's that one E.C. shot, a'course."
Josiah responding to Yancy's 'bear' theory, Rocky Mountain High
Horrified at this act of cold-blooded assassination, Red leapt off his horse and did what he could to stop the outlaw from bleedin' to death. "CEASE FIRIN', GOD DAMN IT!!" he roared over his shoulder. "WHAT KIND O' DEPUTY SHOOTS A PRISONER?!"
Red to Dixie, Rocky Mountain High
Yancy's brow furrows, visible now that he'd pulled off his hat and rested it on the chair nearby, "These spirits are far to the south in the mountains of Mexico. They grieve against all of man, the People, and all their brothers. There are things, Mr. Banning, beyond the White Man's ken with their railroad and guns, fancy clothes and newspapers. Things that hate all men, no matter the color of their skin. It is these things we go to fight. We are the posse that would stop these Things."
Yancy, First Banning Interview
Seeing the thug with a drawn revolver, Ace turned to face him squarely, "Uncle Joe, it seems your boys need more lessons in manners." Looking the thug straight in the eye, he continued, "Out of respect for my Uncle, I'm gonna ask that you holster that smokewagon...and I'm only gonna ask once."
Ace Sloan, Sloanville
The salve Mammy had promised actually eased his discomfort slightly, though its odor had became noticeable as the day wore on. Truth be told the woman's insistence on applying the cream herself had been the most worrisome event of the day. However, Banning had stood firm, fearing the jests the others would jibe with from the sight of Mammy nursing his bare rear. Mammy had snorted at the stubbornness of men and Banning could not disagree with her, yet in this instance he was more comforted by it than not.
S.H. Banning, Personal Musing on the Northwestward Trail
Josiah leans back away from the blade of that big knife as it slashes past. "So ye need a knife t'fight an unarmed old man like meself, d'ye? I was right, ye are a coward." He spits at the man's feet, putting up his arms in a boxing stance. "Back in my day we thrashed little boys like ye who din't respect their elders. I reckon I kin still knock ye on yer ass, sonny!"
Josiah, Bridger Fight, Cheyenne, Feb. 1869
Though he mouths a silent scream, only a gurgling moan escapes the muckraker's lips as the unnatural horror sinks it's proboscis into his skull. The revolver slips from his numbed fingers to clatter on the wooden floor. He appears to teeter as though his legs might fail him but somehow remains upright even with the creature atop his skull. The droning buzz seems to fill his senses, pushing away all rational thought of fight or flight. But not the pain. Ordinarily such pain would send a man into merciful unconsciousness but the droning of the creature seems to deny the newsman from any such release even as it silences his cries of agony.
S.H. Banning v the Shan, Fort Bridger
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