Introduction
This is the west that never quite was.
It's an alternate version of history, loosely based on Mormon life in the 1800's. I say loosely, because this religion, that I shall call "The Faith," is not really the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Mormon preachers don't shoot sinners in the street. But you might.
You see, imagine a rocky desert like Utah, Nevada, and the like, with snaking rivers and impressive cliffs. Imagine indigenous mountain peoples ("Indians," if you will) living on the plains. Imagine a mighty city of zealots flanked by four huge waterfalls. Imagine a religious group that the United States territorial authority butts heads with often. Imagine cowboys armed with "The Book of Life" dragging out a whore by her hair and forcing her to repent or face the wrath of God.
Can you kind of see the picture here? Are you interested? Let me be more clear:
Who are you: The watchdogs of God. Your character is a cross between an inquisitor, a missionary, an exorcist, and a monk. You carry both scriptures and bullets, you bring both blessings and judgment.
What's going on: A lot. Mountain folk don't like white man encroaching upon their turf. Sinners don't like repenting. Towns don't like their dirt being pulled up for all to see. The Territorial Authority doesn't like the Faith's habit of foregoing standard trials for confession and repentance.
Where are you?: A beautiful rocky desert with a couple forests to the north and more than a few natural wonders. Lots of dust. Lots of grime and grit. Lots of blood, and lots of frontier justice.
When is all this?: 1800's. Think cowboys and westerns, complete with big hats, horses, six-shooters and Clint Eastwood.
Why are you doing what you're doing?: Because the King of Life or one of his counselors called you to be God's Watchdog, a defender of the Faith, the hammer upon which you beat men until they are purified. Maybe your character is a convert from the East and it's industrial worldliness and filth. Maybe you were raised by the Mountain people and are the token ethnic bad@$$ Native American "Aragorn" of the group. Maybe you were raised in the Faith. Whatever the case is, you are a Dog, and you work in God's Vineyard.
How do you do it?: Prayer. Faith. Exhortation. Blessing babies. Shooting sinners. It's difficult, but straightforward. What nobody tells you is that the hardest part of being a Dog is to keep believing you are really what you think you are. When bullets bounce off your coat and when you are calling the dead by name to draw breath once more, you might think you're preaching the truth. When you're bleeding on the ground, when farmer Jeremiah kills his wife, when you saw humanity in that sinner's eyes, you might lose your faith. Just remember, I'm not telling you if The Faith your character belongs to is true or not. I'll leave it to you.
THEMES
Redemption. Forgiveness. Fair enough.
Death, loss, grief, doubt. Dramatic.
Shooting, brawling, chasing on horseback. Good fun.
Is the Faith true? I don't know. Just don't be obvious, like have glowing miracles occur or demons appear or something. Play it straight. Pretend the world is like real life; as long as I'm talking about it, remember, no Rambo stunts, please.
Otherwise, just remember that I want this game to be DRAMATIC. I want tragedy. I want angsty characters (but if more than one person pulls the "my parents died" card I'm gonna be peeved). Your characters can be male or female, of any able age and marital status. The only tie that binds is your status as a Dog. This means you can declare doctrine. Yes you heard me, you can make up the religion's rules on the spot. Just keep it real, alright? No "sacrifice a donkey," let's play it like a psuedo-christian cult.
The Faith doesn't take kindly to loners; the Dogs work as a group. All Dogs have a long, patch-work coat worn at all times as an emblem of their position, a sturdy horse, a Book of Life, a jar of consecrated earth (holy dirt to sprinkle during rituals or something), and some form of gun.
Game System
You will post what your character does, and you can go ahead and describe whatever you want, so long as you don't resolve the action wholesale. Make sure you leave room for everyone to contribute meaningfully to a situation. Don't be a butt-hole; I know RPers are mature and courteous, so I have very high expectations.
I will adjudicate only FINAL RESOLUTION, that is, you can describe anything short of obviously ending the conflict. I'll decide the final outcome after the dust settles. Note that the more your character sacrifices, the more likely he is to win (getting hit with bullets or taking insults to heart is sure to win my sympathy).
Other Stuff
The Faith moved to the west to escape persecution. The Territorial Authority, although not at war with the Faith, is often at odds with it, as their goals are usually the same but their means differ vastly. The Mountain Folk don't like the Faith, but the Faithful like them enough to try converting them, with limited success. It is said that the ancestors of the Mountain Folk were once Faithful, but they fell away long before the white man came.
Your characters are expected to travel from town to town, bless babies, officiate at weddings and such, and purge sinners. The adventure style will be episodic, with each town having it's own "episode."
At the moment we require a minimum of three Dogs to play the game; so we'll need at least two other players, as I'll be taking a Dog myself, of course, and I'm only allowing one character per person. I might allow the creation of characters that aren't Dogs, and perhaps let people have more than 1 character, but that's for later. I'm not too sure how many people will be interested here, so for now, I'm just limiting character creation to Dogs only.
At maximum, having at least five players/Dogs (myself included) altogether would be wonderful, but the last two slots are optional, so it can just be the three of us to do things, really.
List of characters:
Dog #1: Magus1108 (Horatio)
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(Optional) Dog #4: Nekriist (Otto)
(Optional) Dog #5: Hyperewok (Anna)
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It was risky, chancing that a lead like that could vanish, if indeed the hotel manager, or anyone else here for that matter, knew more than what they were saying. But at the same time, she didn't want to repeat any of the mistakes that had no doubt done in Ford and Meyers. Besides, there was no telling what their fellows had also found: regrouping and exchanging information seemed like the best course of action to her.
"What would drive someone to murder the Watsons and kidnap their daughter?" She asked quietly, careful of any passing townsfolk, watching the street intently even as she spoke to Margaret. After all, the city had already taken two Dogs. And so Anna eyed every passerby in sight, searching for anyone with more than a passing glance towards her and Margaret. "To set a fire so deliberately that it doesn't spread far, and then to kill two people and kidnap the third without a trace..."
She trailed off with a heavy sigh, trying to calm her own frustrations. Every question the two of them had asked the boy had only led to two more questions in turn. "It would take a certain cleverness. Someone, or a number of them, likely clever enough to then ambush two Dogs. But what is the value of the girl, for all of this?"
Anna was right: a clever someone, or a group of someones, had definitely ambushed and likely killed the two Dogs. And it had to have been more than one person: this amount of precision and sophistication would be near impossible to pull off with just one person. An entire group, a conspiracy, had to be at work here. For what end, she couldn't yet say. But the further they unraveled the mystery of Abernathy, the more laborious and cryptic things became.
"We might want to consider sending a telegram for backup when we reconvene with the others. Even with the four of us, I can't help but feel ill at ease. After all, if this conspiracy could swallow two Dogs whole with ease, what's to say they couldn't do the same for four?" she opined, grimacing slightly in distaste.
It was something of a blow to her pride to admit as such, but she had to be realistic here. If anything, she knew that the higher ups in New Life would agree with her assessment after they reported in. More and more this was starting to feel like a mission too big for one group of Dogs to feasibly handle.
He then stepped towards the doorway to the hall, revolver in hand. "Maybe we take a back door out quickly, yeah?" He quickly poked his head out just long enough to look back and forth for any signs of moving before leaning back into the relative cover of the doorway. "Ready?" Charles asked, with a quick look back to Sonia, still listening carefully for any sounds of footsteps coming down the hall.
As such, they remained largely unmolested by the time they did exit the hotel, and enter the backstreets of Abernathy. Sonia couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief, though she still looked around for any sign of a pursuer.
"Looks like we're clear for now. Come on, let's hurry; we've got to get back to the others!"
She was silent for that long moment, brows furrowed with thought, only belatedly looking back up to Margaret. "You are right. We need to look farther back, find a pattern. Inquire about any other missing women." The thought drew out a deep frown from Anna. The most obvious motive for such a crime drew a cold fury in her heart, but she couldn't let such thoughts distract her from the task at hand.
A deep breath, in and out. "We will send word to New Life of our difficulties in finding the trail and the danger that represents, that there is more at work here than any simple criminal or sinner. Bolstering our numbers would be a boon. Perhaps the arrival of a second pack would force the culprits into rash action."
"Sonia! Charles!" Margaret nodded her head in greeting as she and Anna moved to regroup with them. "We were just heading back to the sheriff's office ourselves. I presume you two finished your part of this ordeal?"
"In a manner of speaking," Sonia replied, eyeing the other people on the street cautiously. She still had her gun out, though for now she had the barrel pointed down. "Charles and I ran into some complications, to say the least."
With that, the quartet began to share what they had learned, as they continued on back to the sheriff's office. And as the pieces fell together, the feeling that something was seriously wrong here in Abernathy, outside even the fires and disappearances of the other Dogs, only grew...
"We might want to go back and press the hotel owner harder." He suggested as they continued down the street, keeping his voice low as he watched Sonia's worried glances to other townsfolk walking about. "He was awfully keen on keeping us happy, 'course, not as if most folks wouldn't be nervous. But he'd be the one who'd know anything 'bout that poor woman."
"Gotta agree there. There's no telling how many cultists might be here in town. More likely than not they've got us outnumbered, if not outgunned too. The sooner we can get more squads to back us up, the better," Sonia agreed with a decisive nod. "Nasty business, this cult is. From what I've read, they've been known to do human sacrifices. Perhaps that's the source of these fires the last few years; a smokescreen to kidnap folk and use them for whatever nefarious deeds they got in mind."
"And it's possible Ford and Meyer got caught up in that; maybe they found what we found. Only they didn't get a message off to anyone before it was too late," Margaret theorized. She frowned, furrowing her brow as she thought the matter over. "There's still too much here we don't know. Lot o' missing pieces still. But I think we're starting to get a clear picture of what's been going on here."
If anyone would murder a family to kidnap a young girl in secret, a cult would have dark enough motives, to be sure. That they were able to operate in a Faithful city of such size was disturbing, to say the least, but the city's size was working against the Faith's defenders. Anna had scoured sinners from little mining towns before with little effort to the investigation itself. There had only been so many places to hide, so few townsfolk to question, and then a swift judgment performed in the only street the town had.
"They must have found what we have thus far, yes. This darkness is more than enough to have waylaid them from their orders. The Lord led them to uncover this, and now we must finish their work." She said to her Pack, hurrying down the street. "Everyone in that hotel is suspect, and we shall bring the truth from them soon."
Sheriff Mills was right where they'd left her, going through some papers on her desk. She raised an eyebrow at their sudden entrance, and stood up to greet them. "I see you're back. Have you found anything?"
"To say the least," Sonia remarked, giving a small sigh. "We've found out some disturbing things. And we'll need some help from you and your deputies sorting it all out."
Sheriff Mills raised an eyebrow at that, before glancing over at Anna, expecting some sort of explanation or answer from her.
Glancing briefly to Charles and Sonia, she couldn't hide the displeased curl of her lips. "And a maid at the hotel was killed for attacking Sonia. She proclaimed loyalty to a cult of heretics. And she claimed their responsibility for the disappearances, and murder, of our comrades."
She fixed a judgmental stare at Mills, in turn, eyed the sheriff's reaction intently. All of this had, after all, fermented under her watch. "Understand, Sheriff, we are going to contact New Life for reinforcements. And then we will tear apart this city to find these heretics. I expect you and your deputies to assist in this."
Then the Sheriff glanced over to one of her deputies, and gave a nod. Then in the blink of an eye, she had her pistol in hand, and fired a shot straight into Anna's chest. The bullet pierced her heart and killed her in an instant, before she or any of her comrades could react: and then, before Margaret, Charles, or Sonia could make sense of things or return fire, the deputies had already gunned them down as well.
Margaret was the last to cling to life, her body crumple onto the floor. Her eyes were wide with shock and horror as she stared numbly at the deceased Anna. Dimly, she was aware of Sheriff Mills barking orders, making preparations to dispose of their bodies...
But none of that mattered anymore. Unable to remain conscious anymore, Margaret Thorne felt the world fade around her as she died.
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"...We'll have to be quick about it. Update the sheriff, let her gather her posse while we send that telegram, and then search the hotel down to the floorboards....They must have found what we have thus far, yes. This darkness is more than enough to have waylaid them from their orders. The Lord led them to uncover this, and now we must finish their work." Anna said to her Pack, hurrying down the street. "Everyone in that hotel is suspect, and we shall bring the truth from them soon."
And just like that, Margaret Thorne returned to life.
She stopped short for a moment, her eyes widening in minute surprise as a rush of memories came to her: memories of a death five minutes from then, that only she would ever recall. A death so sudden and abrupt, that it had caught her totally off guard. But...that was not an issue she could focus on. The more pressing matter, in fact, was the issue of how to address the trap she now knew laid with the Sheriff and her deputies.
"How do we know we can trust the Sheriff, however?" Margaret spoke up, quickly resuming her walk with Anna and the others. Past experience had taught her the futility of warnings others of her knowledge...but, with the right words, perhaps she could avert disaster. "Clearly this cult has infested this town root and stem. Or so it would seem. How do we know that they have not corrupt the Sheriff in some way? In fact...it would make a disturbing amount of sense for this cult to bring the local law enforcement into the fold."
Only New Life itself could actually compare to the likes of Richmond or Charleston when it came to a city of impressive grandeur, of course, but Charles opted to keep that notion to himself. He looked deferentially between Anna and Sonia. "D'you reckon we should just make for the telegraph office? Could be easier to deal with sheriff, Lord forbid, if'n we've got a few more Dogs watching our backs."
"It's not a bad idea, all things considered. We don't know who we can trust for sure in this town...after all, those two Dogs went missin' for a reason. There's definitely some sort of rot in this town...it just remains to be seen how deep it goes," Sonia mused, closing her eyes in thought. After a moment, she glanced over at Anna. "It's your call, leader. What do you think?"
It was a risk, but she couldn't simply do nothing and wait for reinforcements that would likely be days away. The impatient urge to act in the name of the Lord burned hot in her heart and Anna would not disappoint him out of fear.
Soon enough, they reached the telegraph office without incident. The office itself was located near the train station of Abernathy, though it wasn’t directly stationed inside the train station, unlike most major cities. Instead it was just a simple one story office building directly across from the station.
Even now that they were at their destination, though, Margaret kept her guard up. There was no telling if this Conspiracy was keeping a close eye on the trains and the telegram office. If that was the case, well...at least here, they could expect and prepare for a potential ambush, if the Conspiracy decided to be so bold.
Upon entering, they’d find a small, almost cramped space. Aside from the machinery and a single operator, there wasn’t much else of note.
”Can I...help you?” the operator carefully inquired, standing up straight in his chair.
“Yes, we need to send a message to New Life, posthaste,” Margaret began. She glanced over at Anna after that, content to let her dictate the specific contents of the message.
She didn't wait for the operator to respond, her stare hardening to warn him against any extended reply to her, with a stiff nod towards his instruments.
"You will send this message to the Watchdogs of New Life." Anna began, with a slow breath in, steeling herself as much as forewarning the operator. Her gaze was still fixed upon peering intently for the slightest hint of duplicity. If the telegram operator was among the heretics, he would be forced to act soon enough. That in itself could expose a lead. "Discovered source of great heresy within Abernathy, stop. Confirmed murder of two Dogs within city, stop. Request immediate reinforcements, stop. In the name of the Lord and the King of Life, stop."
Any further words were cut off, however, as the operator’s head exploded in a shower of gore, viscera, and blood. More gunshots followed, riddling the small office with bullets, but Margaret and the other Dogs had already taken cover by then.
“Shit!” Sonia swore, grimacing as she held a revolver in one hand. She peeked out just the tinniest bit, looking out the window she was hiding near. “Got a whole bunch of guys with guns out there! I don’t think we can wait on that backup!”
“Then we’ll have to shoot our way out!” Margaret fiercely declared, her rifle already in hand. “We can’t go out the front, though. They’ll mow us down easily. Going out the back is our best option, but they’ve probably got men out there too, if they aren’t sending some over already. Don’t got much of a choice otherwise, though...”
She trailed off, glancing towards Anna. “Your call, leader. What do you want us to do?”
"Sonia, Charles." She said sharply, looking between them and the shattered front of the building. "Put out covering fire for a moment, keep them occupied. Margaret and I will go out the back first, then you two follow."
Looking to Margaret with a brief, grim smile, Anna stayed low as she hurried for the office's back door. "Ready? She asked once she was crouched alongside the doorway, revolver raised up, before she swiftly swept out first, ready to fire at anyone waiting outside.
Sonia and Charles followed after them soon after, and for the next while they were all running hastily through alleyways and side streets, all in an effort to avoid their pursuers. They heard shouts and yells after them, but with their head start, they were able to quickly lose their assailants.
After a good ten minutes passed by with no gunshots or shouts, the group finally came to a stop, crouching by the back of a butcher's shop in the downtown district of Abernathy. There was no one around at the moment, though how long things stayed that way remained to be seen. And in a city where anyone was a potential enemy or informant, when they didn't know who they could trust...
"Well," Sonia began, once she'd caught her breath. She was getting far too old for all this running about. "We've got ourselves in quite the situation, haven't we?"
"To say the least," Margaret replied, leaning back with a sigh. "Still, at least we've got a moment to catch our breath, and plot out our next move."
Of course, the danger had hardly passed, even once the gunshots had ceased. It didn't seem like the danger would pass any time soon. Lord, Lord please... He prayed silently, straining to settle himself as his ears were still ringing from the crack of gunfire. By some small miracle, Charles resisted the urge to swear as he spoke up. "Must've been at least a dozen of 'em. Can we even stay in the city? For all we know, they've cut the telegraph cables. But if we ride out now, we could get back to New Life with word of this heresy."
Heresy. Charles had learned the lessons as well as any other Dog, but he hadn't perhaps given as much credence to it. Murder was a sin, to be sure, but anyone would agree with that, they just might call it a crime instead. Cultists worshiping demons had always struck him as a fanciful tale, and he'd certainly heard plenty of tall tales over the years, but nothing more than a flimsy excuse that a cruel murderer might give, and then sensationalist newspaper writers would embellish it all the more. And a dying woman had spat in his face with such an invocation, and now they were the Faith's lawmen about to be run out of town. He fixed an apologetic look to Anna. "We can't fight the whole town ourselves."
Margaret frowned in thought, weighing both the pros and cons of the situation. "It makes a disturbing amount of sense. If that's the case, they might be acting so openly now just to buy themselves time. Honestly, the way things are escalating...the Social Order Ministry is going to come down hard on Abernathy, heathen and innocent alike. They aren't about to tolerate a heretical cult this close to the core of the Deseret. Whoever is behind this conspiracy...I imagine they don't want to be here when that comes crashing down on them."
Whatever happened next in Abernathy, Margaret doubted it would end well for the town. The Watchdogs and Social Order Ministries would be pissed about this, to say the least. Hellfire and brimstone was sure to rain down upon the city, no matter how this all turned out. It was just a question of what role they would continue to play in things.
To escape now while they could and bring back reinforcements...or to forgo that entirely and brave the situation by themselves. It was a hard choice to make, and even now she wasn't sure which one was ultimately the right choice.
She paused, looking over to Anna. "It's your choice, Anna: you're our leader after all. We could try escaping while we can...but there's no guarantee of success, or of being able to come back in time to round up the conspirators. Or...we can go it alone, and try to get to the heart of this mystery ourselves. We might very well be on our own, if the telegram didn't get through: but it's the only way I can see us finding out the truth. What do you think?"
Sonia was right. To leave was to allow the heretics to escape into the night. Her hard gaze flicked to each of her fellow Dogs. "We stay. The King of Life has charged uswith rooting out evil. We can't leave this be any more than the two of our own who gave their lives could."
Then, she looked to Charles with a slow nod. "But we can't simply stand and fight. We need to find the heart of this and that means we need to be able to move within the city." She pulled at the edge of her leather coat, then gesturing to the varied weapons that she and the other three carried. "We can't walk the streets as Dogs. Pistols and knives we can conceal, but we need to blend in with the locals. Buy ourselves some time. Then under the cover of night, we root out the heart of this."
"Splitting up might not be a bad course of action either...potentially," Sonia piped up. "They'll be looking for a group of four, after all. But then again, there is safety in numbers...they can't pick us off if we stick together."
"Whatever we do, however, is dependent on our next step," Margaret interjected, a thoughtful frown marring her features. She looked to Anna again and said, "Let us assume for the sake of argument we can blend in for the day, and hide out until night. What then? Where do we go?"
"Ha, the hotel comes to mind," Sonia replied with a humorless laugh. "Something dastardly is going on there, sure enough. But they'll be on alert...sneaking in, even at night, won't be easy."
"Not necessarily," Margaret shook her head. At Anna's questioning look, she offered her leader a small smirk and elaborated. "The three of you are white, and I'm black. I've been to many hotels that have Negros as part of the Help...and even in the Deseret, there are a great many white folk who tend to ignore Negros who keep their heads down and pay the part of wage-slave. The three of you might find it difficult to sneak in, but...well, I am perhaps not as limited in my options."
It was a risky option, of course, but Margaret was willing to take any such risk. Besides, this wouldn't be the first time she used the color of her skin to her own advantage. There were a great many drawbacks to being a Negro in North America, even in the 'enlightened' Deseret, but times like this turned those drawbacks into a keen advantage.
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Sonia Redwood
"There is no time to regret the past. You can only look forward, and strive to make a better future."
Margaret Thorne
"I will avenge those who have fallen, no matter the cost!"
Ira Murphy
"You will profess your love for the One True God, or die by the flame. It is your choice."
Charles Carver
"Wise man once told me, 'If I save but one soul, then all my suffering has been justified.'"
Anna Ward
"The wicked have no place in the vineyard we have wrought. So sayeth the King of Life."
Horatio Morale
"Sometimes all you can do is just live day by day."
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Charles Carver
"Wise man once told me, 'If I save but one soul, then all my suffering has been justified.'"
Margaret Thorne
"I will avenge those who have fallen, no matter the cost!"
Ira Murphy
"You will profess your love for the One True God, or die by the flame. It is your choice."
Anna Ward
"The wicked have no place in the vineyard we have wrought. So sayeth the King of Life."
Horatio Morale
"Sometimes all you can do is just live day by day."
Sonia Redwood
"There is no time to regret the past. You can only look forward, and strive to make a better future."
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Charles Carver
"Wise man once told me, 'If I save but one soul, then all my suffering has been justified.'"
Sonia Redwood
"There is no time to regret the past. You can only look forward, and strive to make a better future."
Ira Murphy
"You will profess your love for the One True God, or die by the flame. It is your choice."
Margaret Thorne
"I will avenge those who have fallen, no matter the cost!"
Anna Ward
"The wicked have no place in the vineyard we have wrought. So sayeth the King of Life."
Horatio Morale
"Sometimes all you can do is just live day by day."
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by Magus1108 on Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:14 pm
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General Story Plotlines and Arcs
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Verses from the Book of Life
by Magus1108 on Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:42 pm
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Verses from the Book of Life
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