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Good post, Luckless! Handled about as tactfully as one could hope.
@Hedgehawk

I'm not turning anybody away just yet. Let's chat through PMs to see what kind of character you want to play and answer your questions.
No worries, mate. I know people don't always have a lot to write about. I'm just as happy as a quick couple lines so I know people are still invested than nothing at all. Inspiration will strike when it is good and ready. When it does, then we see the really good posts! So keep doing what you're doing.

Earlier in my life I did a lot of study on battles, WWII in specific. Military stuff and the things that make other things go boom were the things I liked. As I grew up, I steadily become just as interested in the reasons for war. I enjoy psychology and try to work what I know into my worlds and posts. You guys haven't gotten to see a lot of NPCs yet but I've been busy fleshing people out.

Small note about maps; you guys wouldn't often have seen topographical maps in your lives. In fact, you could have gone your whole life without seeing one. The vast majority of maps are simply road maps showing which roads link to which towns with maybe some notes in between. Mind you, I'm not taking your map away. That kind of map would be extremely helpful for a bandit and you're just as likely as anybody to have one.
@Luckless Heh, good!

@Blenheim Nice. He is a good source od information but I find him difficult to listen to. Never heard of Lindeyeigh.

I do a fair bit of amateur study on Ancient and Medieval stuff. Historia Civilis is good for Greek, Macedonian and mostly Roman history. Bazz Battles and Kings and Generals are also good if you’re looking for more of a military perspective.

Good posts by the way! I will wait for the group to sort out their new member then move the story along.
Hey, Blenheim. I found something that might interest you.

youtube.com/watch?v=-xIhCesfbYA

- Addendum -

This is not an official thing, but I have an unused Discord. If you guys, for any reason, need to have a real-time chat with me then visit here. Similarly, you can use this for collabs if you don't want to give real names or whatever.

discord.gg/PTr9GR3

- Second Addendum -

I added a short, hopefully, fun description of each player on the front page. I'll put it in a Hider here. Please let me know if any of you take issue with the one-liner descriptions. They're supposed to be fun and relevant to the character.

I might add some things off-and-on as I find time. Do let me know if there is anything you want me to go into greater detail on for the front page.


@mifune

I've never heard of that game. I'm not sure if I can handle GMing another game right now, though.
Happy to have you, Gisk! And no worries. Life happens.
Well, I hope you guys are enjoying it! I figure, unless I run into anybody along the way, I can just make all of this happen in the past. That way nobody has to wait on me until I happen across them.

- Addendum -

I used dice for the shootout. Figured it would be more interesting than just killing them all easily.
West Elizabeth
Tall Trees


Savage had made his way to the very edge off the plains where the trees began to thin out abruptly. He paused then and dismounted, moving at once to check his surroundings and make sure he wasn't being followed. For a time, all he could hear was the breeze and his horse breathing heavily beside him. It didn't seem like the other bounty hunters were following him.

He put his pistol away and drew his rifle from a saddle scabbard. Then he waited until the sun was near to setting, keeping a watchful eye on the tree line just in case. After ,a while it became clear that nobody was coming his way. He put the rifle back in its place and took the reins of his horse to scout the area.

It was in the dying light that he found a small bowel in the earth just in the woods. His horse tried to pull away from him toward the lovely, green grass in the fields, but he gave it a tug back to him.

"Not now," he whispered. "I can't have you grazing now. Here..."

Savage reached into one of his saddle bags and pulled out some reasonably fresh, relatively small apples. He held them out to the horse who, after a moment sniffing them, munched happily. Savage continued to feed the animal by hand for a while, burning through his supply of oats and fruits.

"There you go. Happy now."

The horse stayed where it was when he let go of the lead. He began to unstrap the riding gear and pull them free of the animal to lighten its load. Then he pulled a stiff brush and ran it over the matted fur, much to the delight of the animal. It was by moon light that Savage did this as the sun had set while he was taking the saddle gear off. Hours passed as he tended to the animal.

"Can I get you to lay down for a night," he whispered. The horse made a huffing sound and changed its posture some. It was a coincidential action, ,however Savage went with it. "I know you don't like it. I need you to lay down, though. Come on. You can graze to your hearts content tomorrow."

It took many more minutes to get the animal to lay down. Once he did, Savage took a length of cloth and tied it over the animal's head to cover its eyes, then continued brushing until it became still. Soon after that, he had a bit of food for himself and went to sleep.

Morning came in good time and Savage was roused by the first beams of light to hit him. He took in his surroundings first then, once he felt safe, stretched and checked on his horse. The animal continued to slumber so he went and relieved himself. Then he ate a small bit of breakfast, grabbed his rifle and got up for a walk.

Savage quickly found a spot with a decent view of the plains and just enough tall grass to give him decent concealment. He beat the tall grass to ensure there weren't any snakes or massively offensive rodents in the spot then made himself comfortable in the prone position. Then he waited.

Two hours passed before he saw movement to his left. Three horses came walking out of the trees into the plains. They didn't hesitate in their progress but wary heads did turn to scan the area. One of the horses carried two passengers, one of whom had their hands tied.

Savage waited and watched intently, letting the three animals get farther into the grassland. They were a bit too close for his comfort, so he let them gain a bit of distance. Then he began to take careful aim with his Springfield. At just about one hundred fifty yards, he squeezed the trigger.

There was a crash of thunder and the big, ugly .45 cal slug raced for its target. The impact would be bone-crushing at this range and it had its intended affect. The horse, on which two people rode, flinched as if it had been stung by an especially large bug then went straight into panic. He hit it in the hind-quarters just shy of the back rider's leg. The animal screamed and bucked, throwing the fugitive off of it and occupying the rider's complete attention.

The other two riders pulled their horses to a startled halt and began to fantically look around. Sound carried in odd ways on the plains and despite the puff of black powder from Savage's initial shot, the men on horseback did not find him. Savage hit the lever on the trap door and slipped a fresh round into the chamber with the smooth precision of hours of training then aimed up for a second shot.

The thunder came again and Savage watched as it appeared to strike the target cleanly in the lower abdomin. To his immense surprise, the man not only stayed on the horse but, after grabbing himself, seemed to be still in the fight - even if a bit sluggish after the rifle strike.

The two riders seemed to spot him at the same time while the third continued to fight his animal for control. They aimed their pistols and began to fire. Surprisingly enough, one of the bullets they fired managed to strike Savage - however it was a graze. Judging by the spread of their shots they had only really seen the smoke. On top of that, they were trying to make pistol shots at over one hundred yards.

Savage reloaded and fired again. This time his target jerked from the impact of the heavy .45 ball of lead and slid from his horse. The animal seemed to of had enough and began racing across the field back toward the trees. Savage reloaded and fired again, aiming at the second rider, but his round only clipped the man.

By now the wounded horse had given up the struggle and toppled to the ground. The rider managed to safely dismount and move clear of the still thrashing beast. He had a lever-action in his hands and went prone to try and take a shot at Savage while his friend emptied his revolver in the gunman's direction.

Their return fire ended up being a lot more effective than Savage had hoped for. He felt one bullet from the lever-action skip over his ribs on his back. The pistol slammed into his left bicep but, by that time, had lost a lot of its energy. Both shots drew blood.

With his left arm now numb, Savage adjusged his hold on the rifle, now resting it over his forearm instead of holding it. He worked the breach and loaded another shell. When he fired this time it knocked the rider off of his horse. He reloaded and took aim on the rider who had gone prone. The man was having issues keeping his rate of fire up due to the nature of the lever action. This time Savage's aim was true and the lead slug struck him in the head.

Savage took a breath and gritted his teeth. He sat up and, after reloading his rifle, laid it beside himself in the grass. Then he pulled his duster off and rolled up his sleeve to check his left arm.

"Damn it," he mumbled.

It took a bit of work and the rest of his whisky but he managed to use his skinning knife to extract the slug. Pain had never been a major limiting factor for Savage, ,however he was very happy to have finished this task in good time. He poured the rest of the whisey over the wound and wrapped it up. When he stood, he held onto his belt buckle to try and keep the arm from moving around too much. Then he picked up and slung his rifle before drawing his pistol. Now on foot, he started walking into the plains to retrieve his bounty.

"Hubbard," he called out. "Do the smart thing and stay where you are."

"I'm not fucking goin' anywhere, you asshole," came the reply.

Savage smiled and walked until he could clearly see where the bounty was. He hadn't gone for a weapon but instead was laying down holding his leg as best as he could.

"You okay?"

"Do I fuck'n look okay to you?"

"Yeah. Come on," he said, putting his revolver away. "I got you a replacement horse."

"Much obliged," he replied, sarcasm as thick as the pain in his voice. "My leg is broken, I think."

"Good thing you'll be riding to town, then."

Savage helped the man up and walked him to the last horse. The animal was startled but gravitated toward them out of familiarity. It was used to people. He helped the bounty onto the horse then stripped it of the saddle bags and any weapons that might have been in the packs. He took any .45 ammo he could find but not the weapons.

"You're just leaving their pieces...?"

"Already have all that I need."

"You could sell them. Probably get you more than I will."

"Nah."

The bounty seemed perplexed by this but offered no resistance. The rest of the morning was spent getting ready for the trip across the plains.
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