The Narrator

The Dark West

Will get refined tomorrow if I find the time!

Dark West

@Klaykid@Ragenaut@unfallenangel@Dynamo Frokane@Dark Light

OOC is up!

The Dark West

Fitting Music

"The Old Man said his last prayer. He did not beg for forgiveness, for he knew their would be none. The Old Man just wanted God to know that he would accept whatever punishment there was for him. The Old Man deserved it all.
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, but the price was just too much.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."

The West is dangerous and untamed. Are you capable of surviving it? Its darker sides? Bullets and curses?
This Rpg plays in a world were you strike deals with the devil at crossroads, get cursed by an old gypsy lady and the natives know powerful rituals. Exorcisms are real, as well as many creatures of the night.

The setting

"So boy you are new in Oregon? Let Old Jimmy tell you something. It is a shithole. Here in St.Nicholas, Oregon progress does not seem to come. Have you heard of this Railroad thing? Faster than any horse they say. We will see about that I say... Either way, why again are you in this shithole of a town? Hopefully just stopping by. Nobody but a fool stays in St.Nicholas, everybody passing through here is running from something. So stock up on ammo and water. And watch out for the Coquille, those Indian bastards like to off wanderers."

All characters will start in St.Nicholas, Oregon. Fate brought you here in some way or another. St.Nicholas has only one saloon so this is were you will meet. The year is 1828.
The Railroad is new and exiting, weapons are mostly colts and bold action rifles. The Wild West as you know it.

The Devil, Spirits, Curses and Magic

"You want to know about those things? Well... Sit back and let me tell you boy..."

Curses
"Old O'Brien had 14 children. And I said HAD. One day in a robbery in his youth he shot a young boy. Nothing special for O'Brien, in his youth he shot dozens of men. But this one boy was the son of an old gypsy lady they say. And the old lady cursed him. She went out on midnight, unarmed, walking to O'Briens camp. As he saw the old woman approaching he pulled his gun, he ordered her to stop. But the old witch did not.
She spoke: Every son and every daughter of O'Brien shall suffer and die like her son did, every one shall end under the earth before they turn 16 years old and none of them shall have children on their own, his cursed blood will end with him.
Naturally O'Brien shot the witch, but here blood on the ground was what casts the curse. And all of O'Briens children died..."

Witches, Shamans and Warlocks cast curses, they require a sacrifice of blood. The more powerful the curse, the more powerful blood is needed.

Spirits
"Ever heard of Mahpee the bear? The toughest Indian bastard I ever saw. I shot him myself two times and he still kept moving. When he reached me he grabbed me and lifted me up like I was a child. Then he looked me in the eyes and said that Grandmother Bear would not let him die. Still don't know why he left me alive that day..."

The natives of america sometimes have powerful pacts with the spirits of the land, picking animal totems and lending part of their power. Grandmother Bear will give you strength and resilience, Trickster Fox will give you cunning and Brother Wolf will make you fast and give endurance. The most powerful are said to be able to transform into their totem.

Pacts and Magic
"Lucifer, El Diablo, The Father of Lies, The Devil. His Name does not matter. I know you don't listen to old man but believe me on this: Never strike a deal with the devil. He will offer you your greatest desire.
There once was a young man named James with his sweetheart named Rose. He was once a gunslinger but had left that life behind for her. You cant even understand that love boy. He would have given everything for her. And he did. When she fell terribly ill, tuberculosis, he went to the crossroad at night and buried a bone there. When he turned around there he was, beautiful as the morningstar.
He sold the only thing he had, his own immortal soul. Rose lived. But she shunned him.
Because that are the Devils gifts, you might get powerful or you might get your revenge, but he takes something much more valuable..."

A deal with the Devil is made at the crossroads. The Devil can make a man powerful, make him the fastest gunslinger or the richest golddigger, but he will take something. If your character made a deal with the Devil he had to give something, his soul and the life of a loved one or the feeling of love. Something.

Char Sheet

Name: self-explanatory.
Appearance: a picture or a description will do. This does include age.
Biography: What has he been through?
Equipment: Knives, Weapons, a horse, a talisman?
Skills: Is he a gunslinger, a brawler, a shaman?

The Order of Cinders

@BurningCold Friends sounds like something, Xho would not care for a real rivalry. Maybe something like Gimli and Legolas in Lord of the Rings?
They would be friends, but in friendly competition with each other?

Dark West

Great!
I will start put up the OOC.

The Order of Cinders

@BurningCold He could have been on the team that found Xho and thus have kind of a mentor relationship, depending on the age you are thinking of.

Dark West

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The Order of Cinders

সাপ Xho Sulune সাপ

"Those who think our methods are too extreme have never seen a horde of their dead relatives."

Appearance: Xho is a 26 year old, dark skinned, slender man. His whole body appears to be lacking any fat but is neither a bulk of muscles. He is athletic in appearance and about average in height.
His long dark hair is bound to a single long braid, decorated with feathers, rocks and pearls. His clothing is mostly light leather armor of the order, again decorated with the traditional rocks and pearls of his home. His right arm has a red tattoo of a serpent spiraling from Xho's shoulder down to his hand.
Biography: Xho was already born into the world a cursed child. His father was a noble of the empire, his mother one of his slaves.
And out of one fateful night the young boy was born, unfit to grow up as a noble, but still with noble blood. So young Xho was given away to the temple of the snake goddess. The priests treated him relatively well, him and all the other children no one wanted, bastards and so on. Here he was also trained. Realizing what talent the young boy had he was shipped away again into the deep jungle to become a bladedancer for the goddess.
Bladedancer use a strange weapon called the Sāpa,a sort of cross between a whip and a sword. In the jungle Xho was trained every day in the use of the exotic weapon and in general combat. He got bruises, he got scars, he even lost parts of a few fingers but he got stronger and better. But everything changed when he got 17. He still remembered everything.
All dead bladedancers were buried in the yard of the temple that trained them. That was the tradition. And they all were formidable warriors. While most undead don't keep the skills they had in their lifetime, the bladedancers that were reanimated by a necromancer through some foul magic somehow did. And they slaughtered the temple to get even more bodies.
The only reason Xho survived was because he ran. He saw the hordes of bones, weapons and rotting flesh and ran as fast as he could.
It was after he ran three days straight, nearly dying from thirst and exhaustion that a group from the order of Cinders found him. after they explained the were hunting the necromancers, Xho immediately fell on his knees and declared he would join them.
Hearing that he already had the fighting training and the motivation, Xho was send for further training to the house of fire.
It has been about 10 years that Xho was with the order and he has become a respected member. Even though some of the other members sometimes wonder and laugh at his exotic weapon and looks the have learned not to underestimate him when he does his deadly dance, shredding limbs and cutting bones...

Personality: The years in the Order and the countless near death experiences have changed Xho. He got that sense of dark humor and cynicism that only a member of the order could have who faces death every day. However he also has a fire of rage against undead burning inside him, still feeling guilty that he ran away like a child on that faithful day.

The Order of Cinders

@shivershiver Might I ask what that eldritch horror at the end of your post is?

@BurningCold

It is Uldarathcu, Destroyer of Worlds, Bringer of Madness and Devourer of Innocence!

Or some smiley of someone walking? I am not quite sure either...

Dark West

Great!
If a few more people are interested I will start the OOC