l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=42387">viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=42387</a>l<br/><br/>^^^(sing up in OCC before entering)^^^<br/><br/><br/>Deep in the badlands of the New Mexico territory, law is a sparse thing to come by. Allegory with some, but it ain't the kind of law you want. In Allegory the law is Sherriff Badon Winston, and his small band of deputies whom have aptly nicknamed their commander 'Bad'. Sure he keeps the peace, but it's through means of  brutal violence and a fast gun that he does so. He is also the right hand man of a land baron that owns much of the property on which the people of Allegory have built there little town.<br/><br/>Nashley Wilcox is a man that made his money through cattle, he has a massive herd and his stock goes for top dollar in the local markets. He lords his power over the town and it's residents like a medieval lord. Even Mayor Eastridge and Judge Partridge are at his beckon call. He takes what he wants, when he wants it and nobody or nothing is gonna stand in that evil son of a bitch's way. He lives miles outside of town in a huge Mansion and secluded compound. Here his word is law, and many of the local hookers have horror stories about what goes on out there. It is called the Triple Q ranch, and it is that very symbol which marks every branded steer on his ranch. The three Q's intertwine around each other, and some folks say it looks more like '666' than 'QQQ', but never to the man's face.<br/><br/>Regardless of this near dictatorship, the people of Allegory  have found a way to eek out a life for themselves. There are two saloons, both with boarding rooms, one of which boasts a fine selection of woman of leisure. A quaint barber/dentistry shop, and a fairly decently stocked little Market and trading post. Doctors office, Mayoral meeting hall, and a pony express letter service. The town stables feature a simple smithy and and boarding for a far cheaper price than the expensive saloon rooms. Allegory's big attraction though, is that it has a Train station. Mister Wilcox funded the tracks construction himself, in order to move his steer to market.<br/><br/>**********************<br/>This dusty cowboy is dressed in black, a poor choice for the climate, as temperatures reach over a hundred degrees during the midday. He rides a horse, well barely a horse anymore, it is obviously on it's last leg. It, like the man both have been through hell and back, but it is his steed who can bare the strain no more and collapses. They both lay on the hard pack for several minutes before the horse start cackling it death rattle. Dry coughing and seizures strike the animal, it stirs the cowboy back to reality and he pulls himself up out of the dirt. He walks to the front of the animal and kneels down next to it, patting it's head  and calming the beast. He then pulls the revovler from his holster and puts a bullet through it's head.<br/><br/>"Happy trails ol' friend..." He says and then sets to pulling the saddle and saddle bags off of the dead animal. He scouts the horizon and can see the skyline of a town on the horizon. "Shoot, ol' boy....ya almost made it" He says a final good bye to his former companion and then sets off for the town.<br/><br/>When he reaches the town sign, he sees it riddled with bullet holes, it reads: "Welcome to Allegory, all fire arms must be checked with the sheriff while in town limits." The cowboy, whose throat is as dry as the desert around him, manages a gruff laugh and then continues on his way. He certainly has no intentions of checking his revolvers in with anybody. This man needs a drink, and he needs one now.