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America, 1888

The Civil War has ended, and the once fractured Union is now whole. Though the scars of the conflict have yet to truly heal, the young nation sets it sights on the great western expanse. In the beautiful, yet harsh landscape, a man can make his fortune. Many of the wild eyed dreamers and the quiet survivors stop by Longwater, Kansas.

The townsfolk generally keep to themselves while they occasionally barter and sometimes cheat the travelers heading further west. In spite of the locals, the town remains prosperous and content.

Some of the more vocal drunks claim to have seen things in the middle of the night. Winged creatures large enough to carry a man. Long buried men walking the town at night. Wolves the size of bison with eyes as red as blood.

The modern, sensible townsfolk and wealthy travelers ignore them, blaming the drink. Only Father Stone seems to take any interest, using their mad ramblings as fuel for his sermons.

Is their nothing to worry about? Or does the devil have his black heart set on Longwater?
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So after watching the teaser for Undeadwood from Critical Role, and with Halloween just around the corner, I had an urge to try this out. I've been out of group RPs for a long time, having preferred to stay with just one person.

Players would be playing as either local townsfolk from Longwater or distant travelers who find themselves nearby when things start going to hell (literally). Expect zombies, vampires, demons and whatever classic horror monsters I might want to add.

Rules are pretty straight forward. Play nice, don't be a dick and if you want to leave or take a break, please talk to me. 

-Image- (no anime, realistic photos preferred, drawings or other images are acceptable as long as they are not anime.)

Personal Quote: (Something you'd like to say.)

Name: (What's your name?  Do you even have one?)

Gender: (Male or Female? Something Else?)

Race: (Caucasian, Hispanic, African-American, Asian, Mixed)

Nationality: (American, French, Irish, German, Mexican)

Age: 

Occupation: (What's your job? Do you have one?)

Family: (Who was your family?  What did they do?  Are they still alive or dead?)

Horse: (The name of your favorite horse and an image)

Possessions: (whatever you may need or carry on you)

Skills: (What are some things you're good at?)

Personality: (How are you often around others?  Describe yourself in four distinct traits.)

Likes/Dislikes: (What are some things you like and things you don't like?)

Backstory (optional): (What was your life like growing up?  How did you become what you are now?)

One more important rule to keep in mind. You're characters are not superheroes, or even total badasses like Marston or Morgan. Try to keep your characters believable and flawed. Nothing ruins a game faster than a Marty Stu/Mary-Sue.

If you have any questions or comments, please send them my way. Yeehaw!

Staring-
Nobodyman123 as Sherrif Joshua Reilly
Silentfeather as Kira Blackthrone
RedXIII as Jack of Hearts
GenG85 as Colm MacPherson 
Dragonofthewest as Achille Valentino 

Longwater Points of Interest

The Town Hall is located in the center of town, and is easily the tallest building in Longwater aside from the church. The current mayor, Winston Willoughby, has won the last two elections by virtue of nobody running against him. Still, he is much respected by the town, and is a competent mayor. Next to the Town Hall is the Sheriff's Office, which contains one desk, a single cell with a cot, and a coach gun hanging on the wall. The cell is empty most days, accept for the occasional drunk who tried to start a brawl.

Blucher's Armory is Longwater's most popular store, which is well stocked with whatever a traveler needs for the long rode west. As the name suggests, it is especially well stocked with weapons. The shopkeeper, Friedrich Blucher, was a former soldier of the Prussian Friekorps, and likes to keep up with the modern trends in regards to firearms. The sign above his shop says: Killing is wrong, but if you want to do it right, buy from Blucher.

St. Cyprian's Church is usually quiet except for Sunday, but the one person who spends most of their time their is Father Stone. The priest is a humble and polite man in his early forties. He would almost be considered handsome if it weren't for the vicious looking scar over his right eye. Many have asked him where he got it from, but he refuses to answer. Stone also doesn't speak much about his past, and most parishioners usually leave him alone out of respect. 

The church itself is large, but plain, with simple wood pews lined up before an altar and a fifteen foot tall cross. The church is adjoined to a cemetery, but only the wealthiest and influential townsfolk can ever find plots. Everyone else is buried at Black Mountain Cemetery, which is nearly two miles from town.

Lone Heart Saloon is a typical 2-story building. Visitors tie their horses in front, cross the front porch and enter through a large swing door. There is a bar with several stools downstairs, as well as tables and chairs (most of them not in a very good condition, due to being broken in frequent bar fights). There is an ancient piano beneath the stairs that hasn’t been tuned in ages and is missing a few keys and strings. The Saloon offers a variety of drinks, from the cheapest moonshine that will knock you off (and possibly leave you blind) to the most exquisite off-the-shelf liquor imported from Europe. If you are very brave or very hungry, you can ask for a bowl of stew. Just don’t ask what’s in it!

There are several rooms on the first floor that can be rented by travelers for a night or ten or by people who want to spend some time with one of the Saloon’s girls. There are two of them currently working at Lone Heart - a beautiful Latina named Lucia, and young Johanna, daughter of a German travelling salesman who sold her to the previous Saloon owner to pay off his drinking debts. You will have an amazing time with each of them, careful though, they charge by the hour!

Yoda was leaning on his cane with his eyes closed. He had been caught doing this before but his usual response was "Resting my eyes, I am." The old Jedi Master woke up at Kijani's words and tried to pretend he wasn't just sleeping.

"Welcome, Padawan. A friend, I see you have." he said welcoming Kijani and Eskel into his home. Eskel, always a gentleman, bowed before he host. "Thank you for inviting me into your home. I apologize for not announcing myself before landing." The noble took an offered seat near the fire, surprised at how comfy it was considering the small size of the space.

As Yoda poured out tea, Eskel mulled over what Kijani had told him during their walk. He had heard stories about the Jedi, but had always assumed they children's fables. Learning that they not only existed, but were fighting on behalf of the Rebels was a bit of a shock. When Kijani spoke of Adam Skywalker, she seemed to have a certain fondness for him.  Prince Eskel had heard rumors that they were close, but it seemed that they were much closer than anyone knew. 

Eskel graciously took the tea, blowing on it before trying to drink any. "I suppose your father has informed you of why I am here."

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