[Scion - The Weird West] Game thread.
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				Title: <strong>[Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 21:38:22</strong>
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				The sun is creeping down behind the low hills off in the west, and the shadows are starting to lengthen. Your time on the trail has left you in the mood for something more than a bedroll on hard ground and some beans cooked over a campfire.<br><br>The loudest sound as you ride into this small town is that of the horses hooves ringing on the hard packed earth. From the twitching curtains as you ride down the main street you can tell the town isn't deserted, but there's not a single person on the streets. Indeed, it looks like half the houses are barely lit ... like they were trying to cower, and avoid being noticed. Doesn't take much in the way of a Scions senses to detect the pall of fear hanging heavy in the air.<br><br>Question is, why? Maybe you'll get some answers in the saloon. At the least you'll get some food and drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 22:12:12</strong>
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				Jenny reined in her horse, Peter, by the livery stable. The farmgirl slid off, her relic boots thumping onto the dust. She handed the stallions reins to the stable boy attending, passing him a few coins to cover a couple of nights stay. She undid her braid, shaking her hair out after a long ride. Taking her packs from Peters saddles, she looked up at the redhead still on the horse "Come on Princess, lets get some drinks and food. My treat." Jenny started to braid up her hair again after brushing out the worst of the grit. "And maybe a wash afterwards, my hair is like one solid lump of grease..." She set out to the tavern, bags slung over her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 03:15:31</strong>
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				The slender Celestial laughs softly, golden eyes twinkling at the offer.<br><br>"I agree that a drink would be just the thing, but the chances of a good cup of tea are most inauspicious..." the slight Asian girl said, her voice carrying less of an accent than might be expected.&nbsp; She slid gracefully off of the saddle and landed neatly next to Jenny--she rode astride, had ever since she and Jenny had teamed up, and didn't seem at all inclined to consider the alternatives.&nbsp; "And a bath!&nbsp; A bath would be most heavenly indeed.&nbsp; Although I think it is likely we might have to share the tub."<br><br>She eyed the tavern, favoring it with a sour look, as she fell into step beside Jenny.<br><br>"Most inauspicious indeed, for anything but rotgut and beer.&nbsp; But perhaps the local selection will be more pleasant than that in the last saloon we visited?"<br><br>She shrugged helplessly.&nbsp; "Ah, but as you are generously buying, I can hardly argue the point!"
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				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 21:19:09</strong>
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				Jenny smiled "I'll see if we can pick up some tea at the next place that has any Princess, for now we'll have to make do." The farmgirl opened up the saloon doors and strode in, her boots thumping on the floor. She walked over to the barman and dumped her bags at the foot of the bar. "Excuse me sir, I would like some food and drink for my companion and me. Also a room for the night and a bath, if you have either of those." she reached into her shoulder bag and squeezed at her coin purse, making the coins chink and jingle. "How much?"
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 22:26:31</strong>
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				Cross Rides into town his head held high as he scans the surrounding buildings. The scent of fear was like a stench in his nostrils. Something here was very wrong. He pulled off his hat and scratched his head before placing the hat back on. Slowly he rode on into town. He makes note of the blacksmith and The General Store before stopping at the saloon and dismounting. The pind picks up blowing his white duster about him and revealing the sawed off shotgun hidden under it. Gently he pats the neck of his white horse as he hitches him to the post outside before making his way through the doors of the Saloon. The door of the saloon closes loudly behind him as he looks around for a second then pulls his hat down to cover his eyes. He strolls forward and sits down at the bar. "Whisky... straight up... Please." He waits for the drink after setting a few coins on the counter to pay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 23:08:35</strong>
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				I let my horse hang back alongside Alex's.&nbsp; The shadows are going long, and the long black arms of a reaching cloud stretch across the plains.&nbsp; The scatter-shot cluster of buildings below is far removed from its neighbors, from the rail, and from any apparent mineral deposit.&nbsp; Range towns like this are usually cattle towns or sheep towns, but the scraggly head that I can see from a distance don't speak volumes of confidence towards its prosperity.&nbsp; Even the smoke from the chimneys is thin.<br><br>Nearly two months since we left New Orleans together, and Summer's coming on.&nbsp; I still wear more than most would find comfortable, though my coat's been bundled up in my things for weeks now.&nbsp; A black shirt hangs open on my narrow frame, the red-leather vest beneath laced tight for the sake of protection more than fashion.&nbsp; I won't wear it outside any more... it was a vain and silly thing to want to be seen in it, so I keep it against my skin now rather than on the outside.<br><br>Anyhow... the sleeves of my shirt are turned up on my lean arms, the bare skin shows to my wrists where the kid-leather gloves take over.&nbsp; My Stetson's low on my forehead, shading my one-eyed visage, my girlish features set with peaceful determination, my black leather patch meant to be demure, but somehow menacing.&nbsp; All my black hair's off my neck, piled up atop my head and tucked into the crown of my hat.<br><br>I feel awkward riding alongside her.&nbsp; More than once along the way I've fallen back a few feet just to watch her ass on the saddle, but at least she's not... well, provocatively dressed.&nbsp; She's proven that she's able to handle herself, her getup is very practical now with chaps and dungarees, but she's just... well, Alex can't help but be tempting to look at, and I need to keep my mind on the trail.&nbsp; <br><br>I reckon I might be pretty myself, but it's not the same way, and lately I don't care for that kind of thinking.&nbsp; It isn't like anyone will ask me to dance when I've got a damn arsenal on my back in some Podunk cattle-town, or when they need me watching their back, or if I'm tracking a killer on hard ground or chasing ghosts out in the night desert.&nbsp; <br><br>I wouldn't know how to dance even if they did ask, so it's just as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Still... it is kind of nice how she sees that in me.&nbsp; And the few times I've savored her touch have been very special.&nbsp; Maybe it's that we're both chosen from our goddesses, and nobody else I've known in that way has ever been.&nbsp; Maybe what's moving in our bodies isn't limited in its age to the moment we were born to the day we met in the French Quarter.&nbsp; <br><br>But something's different about it, too.&nbsp; As good as it is, and as much as she lights me up, something about it is acceptedly casual.&nbsp; Like we're in some kind of pack and this is just what you do, and you can enjoy it as much as you want and be as close as you want, but it's not like you feel the need to run off together.<br><br>Hell, we were already running off before we were together, if her visions hold true... our feet just hadn't found the path yet.<br><br>*<br><br>We reach a saloon of some sort next to Eastman's Creek General.&nbsp; Still haven't seen a soul out of doors.&nbsp; Hell, for all I know the whole town could be full of mutants and weirdos.&nbsp; Of course, that might be alright.&nbsp; I'm a bit of a weirdo myself.&nbsp; <br><br>I shoot a look at Alex that says it, but she already knows it.&nbsp; Something ain't right, and we're both keen as cats, though we act just as casual.&nbsp; <br><br>Other horses can be seen in the distance.&nbsp; No big gangs, just a couple lone riders.<br><br>"Might be some company soon," I call to her softly.&nbsp; It's not so strange for people to head into town at sunset, I reckon."&nbsp; The rail out front of the saloon has three other horses besides ours at the moment, and I wrap the reins around with a simple twist.&nbsp; "Guess people are heading in for supper."<br><br>The ground feels a little fuzzy under my boots after all the riding today, and I offer to tie the packhorse.&nbsp; I leave him saddled, but remove the saddlebags and drape them over my left shoulder.&nbsp; The twin holsters for my longarms attached.&nbsp; I always bring more gun than a normal person would consider necessary.<br><br>Through the window I can see there's a saloon man waiting at the bar.&nbsp; Maybe a couple others.&nbsp; I try not to look menacing with the rifle bristles over my shoulder like a strange plume as I size up the empty porch, the rail of now six horses-- three ours, including the pack.&nbsp; "...what do you think?"
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				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 23:56:08</strong>
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				Logan rode in upon his brown stallion, he wore a grey suit with a matching bowl hat. Dissmounting he tied his horse before the saloon and wandered inside looking around curiously.<br><br>He was a wellbuilt young man not looking many days over 20, a charming smile upon his handsome face, the gray somewhat dusty suit was of the latest fashion and his shiney shoes spoke that he wasnt the usual cattleprodding man that usually traversed the state. A pair of shiney black shoes finnished the look. Indeed he seemed quite overdressed for the occation, but from the look in his light blue eyes it didnt seem to matter to him.<br>He removed the bowl hat from his head to reveal the short and neatly combed hair. <br><br>Eyes searched for the barkeep, finding quite a few other travelers that also rescently arrived... odd indeed.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 01:00:40</strong>
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				By the time Jenny was walking across to the saloon the stable boy was disappearing up the street at a run, glancing back over his shoulder at the two women before turning down one of the alleyways and disappearing from view.<br><br>Upon entering the saloon, there was no sign of the barman, but perhaps the creaking of the doors had summoned him, as a wiry head popped out from around the far end of the bar. A moment later the rest of him appeared, wiping his hands on the small towel that hung from his belt.<br><br>"Ladies." he said, nodding at them, and glancing towards the door, a flash of something passing across his face in the blinking of an eye. "What can I ... " he breaks off as another figure crosses the threshhold. "What can I get you all? Got some beans and chilli cooking out back. Not really much call for anything ..." he stops what he was saying with a small shake of the head.<br><br>"Uh, yeah. Anyway, got some food, and can fix you some drinks to go with it. Gonna have to lock up before it gets much darker. I can fix you up with beds for the night, and breakfast in the morning before you all move on." His hands are already busy with the whiskey, setting glass and bottle both on the bar.<br><br>He turns as the doors open yet again, twitching, and relaxing as two more women enter the saloon, followed a few moments later by another man, perhaps an Easterner from his dress. The barman runs his hands through his hair, trying a small smile. "Sorry folks. I'm a mite jumpy I'm afraid. What can I get you all?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 02:18:49</strong>
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				SuLan stands on tiptoe--the only way she's tall enough to see over the top of the bar--and favors the barkeep with a smile.<br><br>"Hey, <em>gwailo</em>!&nbsp; You got any peanuts?&nbsp; Uncle is hungry!"<br><br>As if summoned by her words, a capuchin monkey pokes its head out through the hole in her poncho and regards Jenny and the barkeep in turn, then emits off a soft 'eeek' noise.&nbsp; The girl answers the monkey with muttered Mandarin as she turns to regard the others for a moment.<br><br>"Why so jumpy?&nbsp; I only bite on request.&nbsp; Uncle, he bites when hungry and not fed."&nbsp; Grinning, the diminutive red-head nudges Jenny.&nbsp; "And she only looks fierce.&nbsp; Don't know about these other two."<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 16:04:48</strong>
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				The barman blinks at the monkey, and then shakes his head. "No, no nuts. Uh .. does it eat chilli? I can give it a small bowl of beans or something. Or some apples. Think I got some apples out back."
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 17:08:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Alex arched in her saddle, a sexy pose meant to draw eyes. Her left hand, palm out pressed into the small of her back right by the hilt of the hidden derringer, gave the impression she was weary. Impressions are not often the case. She still chuckled at the expression Kate had when she had showed her the fine Arabian mare she had brought from Egyptian. Alex figured she must have thought a carriage and attendants was what she was going to use. She had even brought along a pack horse, claiming she needed the extra space for her gowns, in fact she had only brought two, with the petticoats and frilly things they needed, besides the various female items and some oils and soap the pack horse had carried gear they used, grudgingly. Better blankets, trade goods for the Indians, sugar, salt, pepper, coffee, tobacco, as well as extra ammo, all were stuffed into the various packs. Even Kate had appreciated the coffee and bedding on the trek to this small town.<br><br>Kate at first had snickered a bit at what she choose to wear, instead of the tight fitted pants, the shirts and vests the others wore, so cowboy like. She probably expected some silly frilly dress, instead her deep brown pants fitted her perfectly along the hips and rear then fell very wide legged to her ankles. Tough reinforcements like chaps as well as were along the sides, cuts and pockets hide various guns and even a knife or 2. Her shirt was white cotton, close fitted with blue embroidery. The tight black corset like vest was laced snug. Her long pale hair was up under a ‘proper’ hat that Katie had insisted she had to have. The long needle like hair pins stuck so they held the hat in place even in the strongest wind. The black leather boots no longer were polished to a gleaming sheen as they hugged her feet and calves.<br><br>Alex knew the taste of fear; she had fought it herself and won. So she was alert even though she seemed not to be. Her blues eyes taking in everything. The smoky lenses of her small round spectacles let her peer into the shadows as if they were in bright day light. Seeing past the fluttering curtains and into the rooms inside clearly [Penetrating Glare] she could see the fear in the faces.<br><br>Her hand rubbed the ears of the cat that had decided its favorite place was curled around her shoulders, raising its head it suddenly leaped for the ground. “Pharaoh be careful” The large green eyes looked back as if to say don’t worry as the cat darted under the store.<br><br>Catching Kate’s eyes as they slow to the hitching post in front of the saloon and with a nod Alex murmurs a few words as shimmer seems to form around her.<br><br>Alex swung gracefully off her horse, pulling out her rifle as she dropped to the ground. Alex had learned the hard rules of caution over the years and took nothing for granted as she fiddled with the saddle and patted Horus’ flank.<br><br>Nodding to Kate, while still outside and ina soft voice,<br><em>“I agree Kate there are people here, I see the strands of fate converging around here. My guess is there are other scions here. Let’s be careful anyway!”</em><br><br>Alex stepped through the swinging doors and let her smoky lense covered eyes play over the ones in the bar noting each in turn. As Kate stepped in behind her, her voice was low as she said <em>“All but the barkeep, Kathryn. They carry as well”</em><br><br>Alex steps to the side, her rifle lowered in its sheath. Letting Kate step forward to handle the lead as looked out the windows noting placement of the building and watching the lengthening shadows.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 18:29:28</strong>
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				SuLan glanced at Uncle, and the capuchin nodded solemnly.&nbsp; Then he scrambles up out of her poncho, revealing that he is dressed in a tiny Chinese tunic and trousers, and seats himself on the bar, squeaking softly.<br><br>"Apples would be nice, he say.&nbsp; Thank you very much, he say."<br><br>Then the new arrivals drew her golden gaze.&nbsp; One of them did not hold her interest.&nbsp; The other, though...<br><br>"Aiyah!"
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				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 19:42:54</strong>
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				Jenny looked over at the door, nodding at the new arrivals as they came in. She then turned back to the barman.<br><br>"Chilli sounds good. What's got you locking up so early though? Most places the saloon is opened up until late, don't you get most of your customers after dark?" She leaned in, starting to suspect that something her and SuLan could help with was up in this town.
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 20:46:06</strong>
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				"Easy," Brandon murmured as he gentled rested his right hand on his nervous gelding's neck.<br><br>Fear.<br><br>Animals could smell it. To predators the scent was an invitation to another victim. To the prey it was a brightly painted post screaming 'warning'. An excuse to run, to hide, to leave the stench of fear to those that made it.<br><br>Brandon used to be the prey until his father found him huddled in the dark. He knew the instinct well, and begrudged no one their fear. Certainly not the inhabitants of this dead end town.<br><br>He guided the gelding down the main thoroughfare, making a point to nod friendlily at each house he passed. He didn't know why the hidden inhabitants of the houses were afraid, but there was no need for them to unnecessarily add to it.<br><br>Coming upon the group of horses tethered outside the saloon, he slide smoothly out the saddle, and tied the gelding alongside them. Brandon ruffled its head once or twice before he collected his important belongings, and headed inside.<br><br>"Evening."&nbsp; He said as he stepped through the saloon doors, his eyes taking in the entire room. "I don't suppose any of you lot would be able to tell me why everyone here is so damn scared?"
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 22:26:33</strong>
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				"Yeah, well .. people don't like to be out after dark anymore." replied the barman, before turning in response to the latest arrival. He blanches a little at the direct question, then gives a sigh, pours and drinks a shot of whiskey. That done, he looks around the room. "Suppose I ought to warn you folks too. There's been murders here. Folks homes getting smashed up, and them found hung from an old tree out thataways." His hand gestures off to the right. <br><br>"Threehome steads attacked in the last two weeks, four good people dead. We thought it was bandits, but nothing was taken from the houses, far as we could tell. If you folks have any sense you'll ride on in the morning and not look back."
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 00:04:23</strong>
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				Flipping open his coat, Cross reaches to a folded piece of parchment in an upper pocket. "I allready know about your situation sir and seeing as I'll be staying here tonight I might as well give you this paper. Its the one the Marshall's sent to me asking me to investigate the situation that you sent them. I'm a bit closer than they are right now. They didn't give me alot to go on... So care to inform us of all the detals the Marshals left out? The Names Cross by the way,... Johnathan Cross." His badge seems to catch the light as he says this and he slides the paper across the bar to the man behind it. Something else catches the light as well. Its a small silver cross earing in his left ear. He leaves the paper where it is and goes back to sipping his whiskey.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 01:10:27</strong>
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				"Of course." replied the barman, glancing from Cross to the others. "Um .. are these your posse?" he enquired, gesturing towards the others at the bar. A squeak from further down reminded him of his promise of applies, and soon one was sitting on a small place, sliced into chunks.<br><br>"Names." he said. "Sure. It all started about two weeks ago. We found the Johanssons strung up on an old tree about a mile outside of town. Some of the men had a look at their homestead, and it was all smashed up. Three nights after that, it was old man McCoy. Then night before last, it was Paul Daniels."
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 06:54:36</strong>
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				The message is clear.&nbsp; I pause in the door a moment and speak in a nonchalant hush.&nbsp; "Guess this is what we've been lookin' for."&nbsp; Then I take the lead through the door.&nbsp; Somehow, entering a room full of likewise-gifted beings is more daunting than a den of water moccasins; maybe that's because, with a snake, you know where its heart lies.<br><br>As the door swings inward, and the reflection of the evening sun is cast like a prism across the papered walls.&nbsp; &nbsp;I listen to the steady recitation of the barman over the squeak of the hinges, close the door softly as my gaze goes from one to the next with a casual acknowledgment.&nbsp; Still a bit dusty from the trail, and with weapons bristling from my back, I make sure my gloved hands are visible.&nbsp; I overhear the bartender's words.&nbsp; I feel like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Everyone here feels different.&nbsp; Maybe it's all in my mind, based on what Alex said.&nbsp; But I can tell somehow.&nbsp; I spy the fiery-haired girl at the bar about the time she spies me and somehow I think maybe this business about gods' chosen warriors might not be all bad... pretty thing, and I feel myself smile back a bit before tipping my hat out of habit.&nbsp; <br><br>Marshall, the one called Cross had just said.&nbsp; Disputed territories, and the authorities were involved... I make a bit of a leap in my mind to assuming this will be a political move and, therefore, probably cause more harm than good.&nbsp; But this one's got that immortal juju in him.&nbsp; <i>Fuckin' great.</i><br><br>I find myself breaching the confines of my better judgment and approaching the bar, anteing up when I ought to be letting the authority conduct his investigation so&nbsp; can start my own.&nbsp; Folks getting killed might be for any reason at all.&nbsp; "I reckon they knowed each other, being from around here, kindly small town"&nbsp; I say steadily, and as I speak I catch a glimpse of my eye-patch and girlish face, the wavy black hair spilling over my collar.&nbsp; I lean onto the bar next to the Marshall's dispatch.&nbsp; "So... was they feudin' with anybody, or maybe somebody got the wrong idea?"<br><br>I check Alex in my periphery, give her a look that's meant to be reassuring, but I'm glad, certainly, that she's here.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:26:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">I let my smoky lenses glasses hide my eyes as they shift around the saloons interior. Noting stairs, the door by the bar, how the tables are arranged, who seems to be packing guns. All the time my stance and posture says, silly blonde girl, no danger at all. The strands of fate weave all around this place and the people, almost making my head hurt as I work my way through who is what strength and who has relics on them.<br><br>I learned well in Egypt that just because someone was stronger than a normal human and had fate strands around them didn’t just mean they were friendly. <br><br>I step with Kate to the bar and set my rifle to lean against it and stretch sexily pulling the hair pins out and then pulling off my hat with my right hand. Leaning backwards against the bar I smile sweetly at the Ranger and the others as my left hand slides the hair needles back where they belong then hold my hat as I lean sexily backwards, my right hand holding the hat from underneath.<br><br>My right hand strokes the grip of the double barreled derringer I hide in my hat.&nbsp; The derringer is one of several I keep hidden and is reassuring as a just in case measure. I would hate to blow a hole through this hat after Kate had taken such pains to find for me. But when a place feels like this one does and as much fate seems to converging as I can see with the magic, I tend to get nervous and very careful, prudent and smart until we find out who is who and what is going on. <br><br>Kate’s eye catches mine and with a subtle nod I let her know I have her covered. As I listen and note what is said…and not said.</span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:32:14</strong>
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				[ooc: just to be clear this is what Alex is basically wearing, add in a&nbsp; black vest almost like a corset but no red scarf. Please note that that alex is a blonde and has longer hair.]<br><br>(http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo17/Phaia_Jacobs/6a00d83451bdb269e200e54f36ac148834-.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 10:00:26</strong>
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				"I wouldn't be worryin', barkeep. Except for them there ladies, I think we're all on our own - more's the pity. So no posses here." Brandon let his friendly Irish brogue carry him into the room.<br><br>He knocked his broad, white hat off as he walked across the room, letting it hang against his back. Leaning forward against the far end of the bar, he turned to take in the whole room.<br><br>"An' if they were feudin', then there'd be still be one left standing."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 15:09:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fighting an urge to giggle, SuLan kept her gaze on the one-eyed woman who had just entered...all the way from door to bar, and then peering around Jenny from time to time as the others talked to the barman.<br><br>A soft squeak and the slight sting of a tiny staff smacking her wrist brought her back to reality for a moment.<br><br>"Hey!"<br><br>Rubbing her wrist and glaring at Uncle, she went back to peering at the woman who just <em>had</em> to be One-Eyed Kate...(while another part of her mind listened to the more serious conversation, took notes, and pondered matters).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 15:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross nods at the other man's comment. "He's right about the fued. If that had been the case there should be a survivor. Since there is none something eles must be wrong.... and no I'm not with any of these folks but from whats been said I think we are all here for the same reason.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 15:48:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No real feuding going on here." confirmed the barman. "Old man McCoy, well, he was an ornery cuss, but he was like that to everyone. Daniels didn't have no feuding going on, though he did have a fight with O'Toole about a month back. Course, they were both drunk as skunks at the time, so they could hardly stand, let alone hit each other. The Johanssons were good folks, most everyone got on with them."<br><br>He gave his head a shake. "Place like this, its too small for feuding. Not like you hear about elsewhere. Arguements, an occasional fistfight, that's about it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 01:41:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan moved over to the counter, eyes going to the two ladies who entered, along with the asian and the farmgirl who stuck together. The two other men in the bar... one marshal.. the other... he didnt know what.<br>There was something about them all... something he couldnt put his finger on.<br><br>"Im sorry sir" he said to the bar man and Cross. "I do not wish to disturb an ongoing investigation, but it -is- getting late, and I -was- hoping to get a room and my horse stabled soonish..." he offered a charming and dissarming smile tilting his head somewhat. <br>"Im also quite sure that the ladies" motioning to Alex and Kate, and indicated SuLann and Jenny "would like their rooms as well.. of course I could be misstaking... but I am sure the case wont run away if we all get ourself a room" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 01:49:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stable is across the way there." replied the barman, gesturing out. "Good luck finding anyone there though. If you put the horse in yourself, you can settle up in the morning. Same for any of the rest of you. Then I can lock up, and we can see how many rooms is needed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:03:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny sighed "Stupid stable boy... Looks like we're holding up here for the night Princess. I'll go tether up Peter, you save me a table and keep listening about these weird happenings." The farmgirl went outside to see that Peter was still standing outside the livery, patient and peaceful as ever "Dumb old boy..." she whispered "Come on." she led him into the stable, filled up the feed and water and gave him a quick clean. She'd have to do a proper job in the morning, mistreating a horse was death out in the badlands. After this was done, she went back into the saloon to sit beside SuLan again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:13:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carrying both their drinks, her pet monkey, and his apple to a nearby table, SuLan perched where she could keep an interested eye on the woman with the eye-patch.&nbsp; After a couple of moments, the monkey squeaked at her and jerked a thumb at Katie, almost as if he was asking the red-head a question.&nbsp; This resulted in a soft, almost whispered conversation in Mandarin, during which the slight young woman seemed to be blushing...but before she took any other action, Jenny was back from the stable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross follows the young woman out to the stables to teather his horse. He minds his own business but it was a matter of him still being a proper lawman. If there was something or someone out here noone should be out by themselves. He even holds open the stable and salooon door for the lady.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:34:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Follows the marshal and the woman to stable his horse as well, since it seemed to be the thing to do.<br>He wasnt to sure about the lawman, staying rather silent, returning into the saloon again to watch those gathered and the barkeep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 15:24:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I set my jaw in a hard line, though not soon enough to contain the beginning of a smile at the Chinese girl's attention. the monkey is a little unnerving, I'll admit.&nbsp; I've seen one before in Dodge, once in Atlanta; one was in a cage, the other on a leash and tipping its hat for coins while a man cranked a grinder.&nbsp; This little furry thing, though, looks to be scolding the girl, and-- what the hell, did it just hit her with a little club or something?<br><br>Alex's cat is weird enough with how she's always conversing with it, treating it like some kind of respected relative who might chide her for taking too long with his damn sardines.&nbsp; I suppose that, with all I've seen, it's not impossible to believe he really <i>can</i> talk to her, and if that's so then maybe this fussy monkey is really talking with the red-haired girl.&nbsp; The girl with red hair like I've never seen in my life, and those glittering eyes...<br><br><i>Shit</i>, only in town for the time it takes a horse to piss and I'm starin' at some Angelica from the Celestial empire.&nbsp; I give a little silent curse that my lady's blessings came with this seemingly insatiable desire to sneak under the bustles of half the women in the West.&nbsp; Especially when there's such ladies about as I've never known.<br><br>Some of them head out to the stable, and I'm still leaning on the bar for a moment longer.&nbsp; As the others head out to the stable, I look back to Alex again.&nbsp; She's wearing those strange glasses still, and I know that when she's doing that, she often notices things that are different than what I would.&nbsp; I might pick up a stray fleck of matted hair and be able to piece together how a timber rattler took down a wild boar, but she might notice something for which there's no actual evidence to the naked eye.<br><br>So I do what I do.&nbsp; I size up the barman, piece together the details of his garments and his reactions, and review the lay of the town in my mind.&nbsp; So much to investigate, but I'd best stable the horses. <br><br>"Alex, darlin, I can get the horses in."&nbsp; I look up to her lovely blues, and give her the little smile that I sometimes do.&nbsp; It's as close as I get to public affection, and it gives her the meaning I need her to receive; that I'm glad she has my back.&nbsp; There's a trust between us now... something beyond sharing what we've shared or knowing what we know.&nbsp; It's like some thread connects us to each other now, and I know that both our chances are better if we're guiding by the same star.<br><br>I head for the stables.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 01:09:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After putting his horse into the stables he looked at the others travelers doing the same things. He nodded to them in recognition and offering a friendly smile to each of them before heading back to the saloon, he had the odd feeling that those who traveled as a group wanted to return to their companions... and those who did, wanted to get inside... something was omnious in the air... and he couldnt put his finger on it.<br><br>Once stepping back inside he waited for the rest of them to return before speaking up again "Well appropriate or not I think I think an introduction is in order, myself, I am Logan Laufey and its a pleasure to meet you Ladies and Gents" he topped his hat to them keeping his friendly smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 02:19:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stables themselves are fairly empty. It seems the only horses are those belong to the folk that have just arrived. A few pieces of half repaired harnesses show that they're not abandoned at least. It takes a little time to rub the animals down and provide them with feed and water, but that task done you return to the saloon. <br><br>The barman is visibly nervous, and quickly shuts and locks the doors, closing wooden shutters over the windows, and dimming the lamps inside. All that done, he seems to relax, if only a little.<br><br>"So, can I get you all some food? Ain't nothing fancy, but it's warm and filling."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 16:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(will move post if others prefer to post in-between)<br><br>Reentering the saloon and shutting the doors behind herself, Katie nods in appreciation at the saloon keeper.&nbsp; "I'd be much obliged, sir..."&nbsp; she sets her sights on a small table by the wall, sits at the chair and lifts her hat from her head.&nbsp; Her black hair beneath is plaited and pinned where the hat had covered, except for a few tendrils that had spilled free and still hung aside her face.&nbsp; Her one natural eye pans from Alex, to whom she gives a reassuring nod, to the others one by one.<br><br>"I don't aim to meddle with the law," she said steadily, her voice even and devoid of hostility.&nbsp; "I don't aim to meddle with none of you all's affairs, neither."&nbsp; She leans forward on the spindly wooden chair, and the wood creaks a bit.&nbsp; "But I mean to find out what's befell this town."&nbsp; <br><br>If the saloon keeper goes to fetch the food, she'll proceed in a lowered tone.&nbsp; "Now I'm not gonna play peekaboo with y'all about this, and I ain't gonna be coy.&nbsp; I have it on good authority--" her eye flicks over to Alex for a brief, assertive glance, "--that we are not simply... well, not like others."&nbsp; Her hand seems to hang loose and relaxed at her knee, but in a moment it could snare her pistol and let fly.&nbsp; "All of us here are not like others... sort of in the same way."<br><br>That sentence sounds awkward, hanging out there like it is.&nbsp; "I've killed a man who was <i>something</i> like what we are before, and it weren't easy, but he was as fucked up and evil as anything I've seen."&nbsp; She pauses, tips her head in apology toward the Celestial and her companion.&nbsp; "Beggin' yer pardon."<br><br>She continues.&nbsp; By now, her accent's easy to place as Missourian.&nbsp; "If any of you are of a similar disposition to the kind of malicious deed that HE was, then I'd like to know it.&nbsp; Otherwise..."&nbsp; she clears her throat softly.&nbsp; "Otherwise, if what Alex says is true, then it might be we'd best work together."&nbsp; She thinks about that for a moment, about the implication.&nbsp; "Supposing, that is, that... well, that we're all on the same page here, about finding out what's harrying these folks."&nbsp; She sniffs and looks a bit mollified at having even brought it all up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 17:06:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross nods at the bartenders off of food then after he's gone looks over at the woman. "Now if I was anything like thius man you speak of not only would I have to turn in this shiny badge I'm wearin but I do believe the old man himself would come down to handle me personally. Since you seem to be layin everything on the table, mind leveling with me on who your umm parent is?" He risese one eyebrow in question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 18:28:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny took her drink from SuLan and had a sip, then nodded to the barman at his offer of food "Please, a plate or two would do me a world of good." Once he had gone off she heard out Alex, then turned to SuLan "What do you think Princess? Should we offer these good people our help?" She leaned back in her seat, very much at ease in these surroundings. "The more there are, the safer we all are after all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 18:39:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan leaned into the larger woman's flank, her eyes drifting again to the one-eyed woman across the room and lingering.&nbsp; She smiled a little, wondering how best to approach the other.<br><br>"It is the duty of a martial artist to help the defenseless and innocent downtrodden, Uncle say.&nbsp; Also, that apple could use cinnamon and sugar on top."<br><br>She inclined her head politely when One-Eyed Kate (for surely this is she!) apologizes for her impolite language, although as often as the petite red-head has cursed a blue streak over these past weeks Jenny at least knew she would not be offended if no such apology were forthcoming.<br><br>"How does one go about making introductions in your culture," she asked Jenny quietly.&nbsp; "I wish to have words with the one-eyed one.&nbsp; She is of interest...but I can hardly repeat our first conversation, now, can I?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 21:02:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">I keep my posture as Kate goes to see to the horse’s “<em>Bring back the two saddle backs will you Kathryn” </em> As I wait, my mind slips into what I have termed my danger mode. The fear in the barkeep almost chokes the air out of the saloon. His nervous fidgeting and watching the dimming light out the windows makes me wonder if he knows more then he has already said.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Finally Kate returns and I slip my hat back on my head and pick up the rifle to join her at the table. I let my glass hang from their chain, resting above the curve of my breasts and my now visible blue eyes look around the room as Kate speaks. I have to keep from grinning since I know well how tough it is at times for her to speak up.<br><br>Arching an eyebrow as I watch the subtle fidgeting around the room, everyone has a tell after all and all one has to do is watch for it. <br><br>In answer to the rangers question it seems time to introduce myself, my accent exotic and hard to place. <em> “Well Ranger John, I am Lady Alexandra Catherina Moorland, and my goddess is Bastet. And like Katie here I too have had to kill titan spawn and evil. But since I have seen all of you in a vision from my goddess I doubt you all are spawn.”&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>My casual pose as I set is far from it, my hand resting like Kate’s close enough to the grip&nbsp; of my bulldog revolver if needed. I glance to Kate and nod. As my other hand casually traces the golden chain close around my neck. </span> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 01:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A burst of muffled swearing from the rear of the bar announces the return of the barman. "Sorry folks, foods gonna be a mite longer than I planned. In the meantime .." he sets a couple of loaves of bread, a small dish of butter and some sliced meat on the counter. "Help yourself to this while I go take care of the rest."<br><br>He starts back to the kitchen then glances over his shoulder. "You want a drink, there's water in the jug there. Anything else, holler and I'll be back out." With that he returns to his cooking, the noise of the endeavor covering the soft conversation in the main room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 19:08:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny smiled at SuLan "Somehow I doubt sugar and cinnamon are plentiful out here." she murmured "As for introductions... Just say hello I guess." she shrugged, she had never been taught fine manners or what fork to use first on the farm. She cut herself two slices of bread and buttered them, then took one of the slices of meat "She seems friendly enough. Or were you hoping to have more private words?" Jenny patted SuLans shoulder "I'm sure the opportunity will come up for whatever you want to ask... Or if it doesn't you'll make one. Not having an opening never stopped you before."<br><br>She took another bit of bread, then nodded at the rest of the assembled company "I'm happy to work with you, as I said, and if SuLan is in then so am I. Name's Jenny Falstaff. Pleased to meet you all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 19:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan nodded and grinned.<br><br>"You make a good point," she whispered to her friend.&nbsp; "I am hardly one to stand on propriety!&nbsp; And no, for now I do not seek private words.&nbsp; Not yet."&nbsp; She paused for a moment, then leaned closer to whisper even more softly in Jenny's ear.&nbsp; "Bed here will not be big enough for three!"<br><br>Grinning from ear to ear, she got to her feet and clasped her hands together, bowing to the others in proper Chinese fashion and raising her voice enough to be heard clearly.&nbsp; (Her accent also got a little bit more pronounced, but likely only Jenny cought this...)<br><br>"This one is named Chou SuLan.&nbsp; This one will gladly join with such a worthy cause."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 20:56:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan smiled broadly watching the woman who spoke openly about her bloodline. He chuckled somewhat and moved closer to Alexandra, though stayed at a polite distance.<br>&nbsp;"My havent you grown up Alexandra, I remember when you were getting your daddy his whiskey during his games..." he trailed off and looked sincere for a moment "My condolances by the way, I would have loved a chance to play such a great man and player." He bowed and offered her a hand politely.<br><br>"Logan Laufey, we met briefly in Boston but I dont think you remember me. I watched your fathers high stake game there"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 16:14:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I listen.&nbsp; I suppose I've heard these phrases tossed about before, but never so flippantly.&nbsp; <br><br>I let the others speak, I nod appreciatively to SuLan and Jenny, noting the accord between them and, for the moment refraining from making guesses as to its depth.&nbsp; SuLan's propriety is encouraging, but still makes me a little nervous... I never now how to respond.<br><br>When Logan makes the connection to Alex's past, I feel the hackles at my neck stand on end.&nbsp; A friend of her father's.&nbsp; Maybe her uncle's, too.&nbsp; I can feel the need to inquire further flowing out, but manage to keep it contained for now.&nbsp; Alex has taken care of her introduction, so she leaves Cross' question unanswered.&nbsp; "So do we just call you Marshall, or you got a name?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 18:16:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross shakes his head. "I'm no spawn thats for sure. I'm, here to stop whatevers doing this." He takes another sip of whiskey. "I'm no marshal either. I'm a Texas Ranger. The marshalls and I hold no love between us in general but we respect each other. However I do have a friend in the marshals, a relative actually. He sent me the telegram and asked me to look into the situation." *Another sip* "the name's Cross, John Cross."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nonchalant, I tip back my hat.&nbsp; "Fine then."&nbsp; I survey the rest gathered, looking as much with my living eye as the hidden one, feeling for any sense of evil, any sense that there's one of them that's hiding its true self.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing softly and lowering my head, as if I'm speaking to the tabletop, I clear my throat.&nbsp; "We'd best set up a watch.&nbsp; Cause it's just as likely, I reckon, that this was set up for our benefit as it was some accident we'd be drawn together."&nbsp; I give Alex a silent glance for emphasis... maybe her vision wasn't necessarily a <i>good</i> thing.&nbsp; "If something hits the town tonight, I'd like to know.&nbsp; And I plan on visitin' them sites come first light.&nbsp; I'd kindly thank you to leave them untrodden until I can get there."&nbsp; <br><br>I look toward the kitchen, draw my hand along my chin.&nbsp; The black leather feels kind of nice there.&nbsp; "Hey barkeep?"&nbsp; I start walking toward the door, my footfalls sounding like hammers.&nbsp; "Make a big pot of coffee please."&nbsp; I glance at Alex then, the only familiarity in all this.&nbsp; It's odd to have that, even.&nbsp; "It's gonna be an all-night dance, I think."&nbsp; Of course, she knows that I can last for a while without sleep.&nbsp; I manage not to smirk at that thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 13:51:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Already brewing." came a reply from the kitchen area. "Gimme 10 minutes or so, there'll be enough for a few mugs for each of you." A moment or two later the barman emerges with a pair of plates piled high with food. One looks to contained boiled potatoes, the other a mess of chilli, with the mince and beans bubbling in the juices.<br><br>"Got more on the way." the barman adds. "Figured you folks could jus' take what you wanted." He reaches under the counter and produces a stack of plates. Not exactly fancy china, but they're clean and unchipped. To these is added a handfull of knives, forks and spoons, before he turns and heads back to the kitchen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 14:16:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aiyaaahhhh..."<br><br>Giving the offered food a resigned look, SuLan walks over and begins scooping chili onto a pair of plates, adds a couple of potatoes each, and carries them back over to the table she shares with Jenny.&nbsp; Whether she's getting out of Jenny's way to let the taller woman talk shop with the others in the meantime or simply doing it out of the goodness of her heart is anyone's guess.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 15:23:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brandon muttered cursed under his breath as tried to extract a particularly stubborn stone from his geldings hoof. After weeks on the trail living on beans , he really didn't want to spend any longer away from the promised food and whiskey, but if he ever wanted to get back onto the trail he'd didn't need a lame horse.<br><br>That's why it took a few minutes for the blond Irishman to rejoin them in the room just before the saloon's proprietor returned with the grub.<br><br>Without any ceremony, he grabbed himself a plate - heavy on potato, light on chili - and took a seat in the middle of the bar, half turned to keep everyone in his sight. <br><br>"Cheers." He mumbled as started shoveling the food in. Taking a breath, inbetween mouthfuls he adds, "Name's Brandon. And as temptin' as a warm bed be, I think that we'd be more likely t' find out what manner o' beastie is terrorising the town if one o' us spend t' night out there on t' porch.<br><br>"Bait, if you will."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 15:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Im somewhat unfamiliar with investigational work but I do believe Kathryn, was it not?" looking to the woman curiously then back the blond man. "Already suggested that we put up a watch.... and I might not be the smartest around... but 'beasties' as you put it dont string men up in trees... I would assume that its a person of some sort.. as strange fruit like that dont grow on their own. I would rather follow her advice and keep a watch of two then being someones bait..."<br><br>He looked back to the Lady, who hadnt reacted yet to his introduction offering her yet another friendly smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 17:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shrug a bit.&nbsp; best cut to the chase, avert any disagreement.&nbsp; I knot the simple hat cord in my gloved fingers, let it go.&nbsp; "Maybe do both.&nbsp; If these are outskirt raids we might not even hear'em.&nbsp; Of course, it's been my experience that sometime's it's a mite bit hard to notice if there's somebody... dying..."&nbsp; My eyes stare bast the barnwood walls into the void of memory, where spectres dance so easily, out in the night beyond.&nbsp; "Sometimes, that is.&nbsp; But the kind of killin' that's bein' done here?&nbsp; Whole families?"&nbsp; She shakes her head a bit.&nbsp; "Either these people ain't hearin' it happen, or they don't <i>want</i> to hear it."<br><br>I lean a bit more forward and tepee my fingers together under my chin.&nbsp; I meet Logan's gaze as I'm sure he was expecting me too.&nbsp; I hate to be rude, but I don't know much how to play nice or flirt, so I just give a little nod and my lips tighten in what could be a smile, I hope.&nbsp; "I agree that goin' alone is kinda like fishing for razor-mouths with your dick.&nbsp; You might catch one, but would you want to haul it in?"&nbsp; I grin a bit, then catch Brandon's eyes.&nbsp; "And I agree that we might have a better chance by keepin' watch outside."<br><br>Alex hasn't said much, but I trust that she will when she's ready.&nbsp; I glance at Jenny, then SuLan-- noting SuLan's lack of intensity about the discussion, and Jenny's apparent patience, I think it might be good to get a second opinion or two.&nbsp; "Other thoughts?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 17:37:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross grabs a small plate of chilie and some bread. "Well frankly the Watch idea sounds wonderful, but the bait idea not so much. You can keep just a good of a watch from behind thoes window as ya can outside. Puts you in a bit less danger too. Least we will hear a window breakin if somethin comes after ya." He scoops the chilie up with his bread and chows down eating politely, but without knife and fork..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 18:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny took her chilli happily from SuLan "Thanks Princess, you're wonderful." she scooped up her chilli with her bread, happily munching away on the mixture.<br><br>"I'll go wherever I'm needed. I'm pretty handy in a melee fight if I say so myself." she took another bite of bread "Not bad at getting places either on foot, faster than most horses." She sipped her glass of water "Whatever you think I should do, I'll do that. I'm not much truck with shooting and such though, I prefer to get up close and personal." she shrugged "My usual tactic is to charge and make with the fighting, but i think that might work against us here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 19:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Picking at her chili, the red-head nodded.<br><br>"Best decoys are small and look harmless, but not too small and harmless.&nbsp; Obvious traps are best for steering the foe into one less easily seen."<br><br>She took an experimental bite of her food.<br><br>"Mmm.&nbsp; Not bad."<br><br>Under the table, her hand found Jenny's knee and rubbed affectionately, tickling a little...reminding the taller woman of the petite red-head's penchant for public displays of interest.&nbsp; Mercifully, she seemed to be behaving herself tonight.<br><br>So far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 16:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny reached under the table and put her hand over SuLans, squeezing it reassuringly. She had picked up on her hint, and it had been a while on the road... a chance to unwind with her would be nice.<br><br>"Barman, I believe once we've finished me and SuLan would like to take a bath." She then leaned into her companions ear "I think we need a good, long, hot cleaning session, don't you?" she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 17:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan giggled softly and nodded, shivering with anticipation.<br><br>"Yes, yes!&nbsp; Hot bath only too too welcome after long trail."<br><br>She glanced up at Jenny, a naughty smile quirking the corner of her mouth and her hand rubbing the taller woman's knee in a rather pointed manner.<br><br>"And maybe <em>nice</em> nap before we go hunting stupid monters?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 17:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny smiled and giggled back "Yes princess, I promise, a very very nice nap." her hand slid down the inside of the monkey girls thigh under the table teasingly "In fact, I'm feeling tired already..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 17:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes, SuLan leaned against Jenny, dispelling any and all doubts about how close their working relationship might actually be...<br><br>"Mmmm!&nbsp; Could <em>really</em> go for nice, long warm-oil massage, like the ones in Old Man Hong's hospitality center back in San Fran.&nbsp; Gwailo talk those all the time in restaurant, think this one not understand a word of English!&nbsp; Silly, silly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 18:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The open affection between Jenny and SuLan doesn't impact me.&nbsp; The thought of Jenny's build being put to such use as a full-body massage is... well... a little intimidating, I suppose, but doesn't necessarily discourage me.&nbsp; I try not to picture it, actually... to keep my mind on the work at hand.&nbsp; "I'll check in my gear upstairs," I say softly, rubbing my cheek with the back of one black-gloved hand.&nbsp; "In the meantime, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that somebody has a deck of cards, right?"&nbsp; I know how Alex can clean out a banker's vault in half a night if the man dares share a table with her, and I'm guessing that our other gambling cohort might be much the same.&nbsp; I hope she doesn't clean him out too badly... or vice versa..&nbsp; <br><br>I stand up again.&nbsp; Sitting in the chair seems to make me want to stay put.&nbsp; I can't rightly allow that yet.&nbsp; "Sir?" I call for the barman.&nbsp; "I didn't ask your name before, I'm sorry.&nbsp; But can you tell me anything about this town, or ths place?&nbsp; Was there any rumors of happenings here before?&nbsp; Any other people about?&nbsp; Any old legends or whatnot?"&nbsp; I fix a small plate of the poratoes and such and drape a clean handkerchief over it.&nbsp; I don't mind eating cold, and I want to give it a chance to sit, in case I need it later.&nbsp; "And how did this town come to be so far out on the plain like this?&nbsp; Was they a mine, or is it just ranch land?&nbsp; Anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 23:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Name's Ben Callahan." the barman replies, coming out from the kitchen with yet another pair of large platters, another with more chilli, the other with slices of some kind of roast. He sets them down on the counter, and wipes his hands on a cloth before filling a plate with food for himself.<br><br>"Can't say I know of any rumours around here. Heard a drunk old injun once talk about monsters, but he was so drunk you couldn't make out more'n half of what he was saying. That was, oh, must be six months gone now. He was a drifter though, so I don't know if he meant anything by it. This town's pretty much like any other. Only spot of real civilisation in I don't know how many score miles. Most the folks around here are ranchers. Some of the ranch hands can get a bit full of themselves when they get paid, have their monthly bath and come here looking for some fun, but nothing out of ordinary, you know? Course, since the killings, they're not coming into town no more. Guess they're holed up on the ranches. Ain't heard much from any of them folks, 'cept when they come into town for supplies. Don't think any of them have seen anything though."<br><br>He scratched his chin, then took a mouthfull of food. "That about what you want to know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 21:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Narrowing my eyes at the smiling man for a few moments then I gather myself and give him a dazzling smile as I take his hand nodding. <em>&nbsp; “Pleased to meet you. Boston you say? Hmm Madame Maggie’s young charge? I think I remember you.”&nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br>I listen as the others talk something niggling at the back of my mind. As I think I pull up one of the saddle bags and pull out a tin of tea and another of coffee as I half smirk at Kate.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>&nbsp; “Let's hope the barkeep makes better coffee then you do…anything has to be better than the mud you drink.”&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>As the others speak of their names I notice none other mentions who their parent or liege is. Sometimes my mind races down too many paths as I consider many things. Watching the other females display affection, how they move, how the others walk and move. Finally I stand and gather myself a plate of chili and beans and pull from the saddle bag some spices to add. <br><br><em>“Mr. Callahan, thank you for that information and would you mind checking on how much water you have in the back please”</em><br><br>When the barkeep leaves I turn to the others for I had finally realized what was bothering me and my voice is low but strong as I note.&nbsp; <em>&nbsp; “I do not think we need to worry about bait and patrolling. Whatever is out there will find us. Our strands of fate are to powerful not to draw it too us. There is too strong an aura around us now, we will draw the calamity to us…it is our legend our fate to be tested as such. Because of what we are we attract things and now that there are many of us here whatever is out is very powerful and will be coming for us.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I suggest some watches and the rest of us get some rest” &nbsp;</em></span> <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 21:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross nods at the womans words. "Watches sound good. I'll stay up as long as you folks want to sleep then I'll get some when somebody decides to relieve me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 01:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The barman looks up from his food at the request, studying the young woman at the table before giving a half shrug and a nod. "We're fine on water, but I should check the windows are all closed upstairs." he replies. "Should take 5 minutes or so."<br><br>He slaps himself together a sandwitch from the bread and meat, ladles some of the chili onto it and walks off up the stairs, munching away on it, and disappearing through a door at the top of the stairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 18:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No bath, then?"<br><br>SuLan pouted.<br><br>"Will have to settle for dry-hand massage and nap.&nbsp; Oh, well."<br><br>Tilting her head up to look at Jenny, she grinned like a little child with mischief on her mind.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; Are you going to stay here and lose at cards all night?&nbsp; Or do I get to be tucked in and given bedtime story?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 17:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the lady said." Brandon chimes in. "The likes o' us don't all end up sharin' a drink altogether by accident. And if 't no accident, then there's a beast. Or sommat like it."<br><br>He gives the remenants of the alcohol in his glass a swirl and adds, "If no-one has any objections, I'd like t' take the last watch. I don't trust the dawn no more."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 02:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As full dark fell, rooms were arranged, and watches rostered. Silence descended upon the town, along with a feeling of unease. It was not the silence that was the simple absence of noise, but the silence of a prey animal trying not call attention to itself.<br><br>Of course, the inhabitants of the saloon ... most of them at least ... are made of sterner stuff than the locals.<br><br>The hours pass, watches are taken and passed, and soon enough the sky begins to lighten in the east, and the gloom retreats before it. Dawn arrives, with the night apparently a quiet one.<br><br>In town at least ...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 16:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny awoke, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She smiled down at SuLan, one arm draped around her small friend. The powerful woman leaned in to kiss the monkey girl on the ear "SuLan, wake up." she whispered "It's time for a new day." she kept the girl pinned to her body with one arm, head resting on her breasts. She knew how hyper the girl could get, and wanted her to be as calm as possible when there was still a possibility of danger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 17:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross was still awake downstairs, gun next to him as he played a solo game of cards at a table next to the front door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan stirred, nuzzling Jenny's breasts with a sleepy, happy murmur.<br><br>"Morning already?&nbsp; Then I must get dressed and behave myself...and we both know I'd rather stay here, naked, with you..."<br><br>She opened her eyes and favored the much taller woman with a wicked smile, then kissed the sweet and tempting vale between Jenny's breasts and pulled away, reaching for her tunic and pants.<br><br>"We will be busy today, I think."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 00:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The stairs creaked behind Cross as the barman made his way down. He looked a bit better than the previous night, but not a whole lot more. Perhaps he hadn't had the most restfull of nights.<br><br>He waved as he passed by, yawning, and headed through into the kitchen. Shortly thereafter the scent of frying bacon and boiling coffee began to fill the air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 14:37:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny petted SuLans head happily, then started to pull on a dress "Aren't we always busy?" She gave the monkey girls butt a quick slap before leaving the room, tying her belt in place as she went down the stairs.<br><br>When she got to the bottom, she smiled at Cross "Mornin. Anything exciting happen last night, or has it been uneventful?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 17:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nope... It's been quieter than crickets in the winter time." Cross drawls. He works a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other as he scratches his head then lays down another card.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 19:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of activity from the other rooms is all the cue Brandon needed to haul himself out of bed and head, still fully dressed, down the stairs.<br><br>The blond Irishman gives another of his taciturn nods to the two godlings in saloon and pulls up a chair at the table with them.<br><br>"Morning. So who's dead?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An angry squeal from upstairs precedes Jenny's arrival...<br><br>...and she and Brandon are followed a moment later by a pouting SuLan, rubbing her bottom with one hand and glaring affectionate daggers at the taller woman.&nbsp; Throwing herself down in a chair across the table from Cross, she crosses her arms.<br><br>"Any hope of tea?&nbsp; Or just coffee?"&nbsp; She sighs.&nbsp; "Ahhh.&nbsp; Sho mai.&nbsp; Humbow.&nbsp; Honorable Mother's homemade rice noodle soup..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The barman chose that moment to reappear, setting a large pot of coffee on the counter, and some cups beside it. "Carefull." he said, nodding towards it. "It's still plenty hot." He looked around the group before continuing. "I got a good fry going. Bacon. Sausages. Onions. Just what you need to get you moving." With a small smile he returned to the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a resigned sigh, SuLan reached for the coffee pot and poured out four mugs, muttering to herself in Chinese.&nbsp; Whatever she was saying, it sounded humorously disgruntled...<br><br>And interrupted by a squeak from under the table!&nbsp; A moment later the capuchin's hands appeared over the edge, followed by his head.&nbsp; Scrambling up until he could seat himself, he shook his fist at SuLan and chattered at her for a moment.<br><br>"Fine," she pouted at her miniature chaperone.&nbsp; "I speak English only, okay?&nbsp; Better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 15:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The main doors to the building rattled, as if someone had tried them, and found them still locked. "Hey .. you alright in there?" came a voice from outside, muffled by the walls.<br><br>The barman reappeared as the doors rattled again, louder this time. "Ah hell." he muttered, "I forgot to unlock the door." He shook his head and darted towards the doors, calling "Just a minute." This seemed to reassure whoever was outside, as the rattling stopped. A minute later the doors were unlocked, revealing a young man, perhaps 16 or 17 years of age, in well worn clothing.<br><br>"Morning." he said. "Looks like a quiet night so ..." He broke off as he caught sight of the strangers in the room, frowning. He turned back to the barman and asked quietly "Who're they?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The front two legs of crosses chair thump to the ground as he leans back forward from where he was balanced as he plays cards. He stands and quickly walks to the goor. "Howdy there, I'm Ranger cross, and these folks are friends of mine. Its there a problem... son?" He badge flashes in the light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 00:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man seems to relax visibly at the sight of the badge. "You here to look into the killings?" he asks, almost eagerly. "Doesn't look like anything happened last night. Not in town at least." He glances behind him, out towards the range. "Might have been something happen out there, but we won't know that til someone comes in to tell us."<br><br>The barman wandered back towards the kitchen as the young man came in and sat down at a table, looking round at the rest of the group with interest. "You all Rangers? Or Marshalls?" he asks, looking from one to the other. "You going to go out and look over where everything happened?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 00:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan eyed the young man speculatively, reaching over under the table to rub Jenny's knee.<br><br>"No, no, and most likely.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; We get half your hand and the kingdom in marriage if we vanquish the plague that beasts you?"&nbsp; She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 00:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man blinked several times at this before laughing slightly nervously. "Um .. not from me at least. I'm sure the folks round here would be pretty grateful if you did get whoever was responsible. I don't know about getting married, but .. " he gave a shrug.<br><br>He turned as the barman reappeared, setting a platter of breakfast in front of him, to which he immediately tucked in. "You gonna go out hunting for ..." his voice trailed off, already half muffled by the food in it, as he concentrated on chewing and swallowing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanoder</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 00:33:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny blushed a touch, putting her hand over SuLans under the table and giving it a light squeeze<br><br>"Hunting? Hunting what? You saw what was doing those attacks?" she asked, starting to eat her own breakfast "Because we could use all the help we can get here. Is there anything you think we should know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 00:52:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I ain't seen nothing." he replies around another mouthfull of food. "But folks don't just go and hang themselves. Gotta be someone behind it. Bandits or something." He quickly chews down another mouthfull. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was just a little after dawn when Shen rode into town.&nbsp; Personally, he didn't see any reason for him to stop in a one-horse town like this - but, while he might have been able to ride for a whole week without stopping, his horse Brother was not similarly gifted.<br><br>Thus, here he was.<br><br>Slowing in front of the saloon, he dismounted, and tied up Brother at the posts.<br><br>He ran a hand thru Brother's forelock, and whispered.&nbsp; "Rest, Brother, for we will be on our way soon enough."<br><br>He turned, and faced the saloon.<br><br><em>Time to get something to eat, perhaps a quick rest before moving on...</em><br><br>Making sure he had his Birthrights, he walked into the saloon, where he saw the barman behind the counter, a young man standing near a table...and the half-dozen or so people gathered around it.<br><br>He would've paid no notice to them, had he not noticed the red-haired, green-eyed Chinese girl.<br><br><em>What in the Nine Hells...?</em><br><br>It was then that a past conversation with his Most Honorable Father rang in his ears:<br><br><em>But...how will I know where to stop?<br><br><strong>You'll know.</strong></em><br><br>Unsure of who it was he was supposed to be seeking, Shen employed a little trick taught to him by one of his divine brethren.<br><br>Fixing his eyes on the biggest man at the table, a tall white man with brown hair, he used one of his divine powers to check over his well-being.&nbsp; (Usage of Boon: Assess Health on Cross)<br><br><em>Let us see the response, now...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 06:49:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“MMeeeERoowwWcliccckkspatreww” A grey spotted cat, moved fluidly with a large rat in its mouth as it entered behind the new comer and looked all around. [As a note there are no known spotted cats native to North America]. Looking everyone over it lifted its head regally and dropped the dead rodent in the middle on the floor and headed for the stairs. About then Alex walks down dressed in her travel attire. The cat flowing with a grace leaps to the banister then into Alex’s arms. Her voice quivers with amusement, “Pharaoh, what mess did you get into this time that you need me to get you out of?”<br><br>Her blue eyes turn to look at the new people, flickering past the boy shoveling food into his mouth then stopping on the new comer, the china man. Muttering lowly as she walks toward the kitchen dropping the cat to the floor as it meows. “No Pharaoh I don’t think they have Keller Sardines around here but maybe they have honey for your milk and yes there is another celestial and no I don’t know if he has a monkey as well.”</span><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:26:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross eyes the newcomer then he attention turns to the cat. "That is a beautiful creature ma'am." He pats the boy on the head that was eating and sets a coin down in front of the kid. "Son, if you can take us to the places we need to go I will tripple that for you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy looked up from the scattered remnants of his food. "Depends where all you want to go. I don't plan on sticking around if things get hairy neither. I don't want to be the next one they're cutting down from the tree."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving Jenny's knee a squeeze, SuLan turned to face the new arrival...and her face split in a huge grin.&nbsp; She raised a hand to wave.<br><br>"Ni zao, gege!&nbsp; Ni hao ma?"<br><br>The monkey reached out and swatted her wrist, chattering at her until she blushed and lowered her hand.&nbsp; Rubbing it, she pouted at the Capuchin.<br><br>"What?&nbsp; I <em>am</em> being polite!&nbsp; Should I not say hello to a fellow traveler in this strange land?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:29:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the familiar strain of his own language, Shen smiled, and spoke back.<br><br>"Lianghao, xiaomei.&nbsp; Ni hao ma?"<br><br>Underneath, though, the appearance of the monkey had sent him into a half-frenzy.<br><br><em>A monkey...it can't be!&nbsp; <strong>IT CAN'T BE!</strong>&nbsp; Does Most Honorable Father <strong>truly</strong> expect me to work his one of...one of...HIS children?!<br><br>Calm now, calm.&nbsp; No sense in worrying too much over it...while they are difficult by nature, they have their uses...especially if directed by one such as myself.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just fine, thank you," SuLan manged to reply, sparing a glare for her animal companion.&nbsp; "Honorable Uncle insists that this one ought to speak English for benefit of my other compatriots.&nbsp; This will hopefully not prove distastefully inauspicious?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shen shook his head.<br><br>"No, not at all.&nbsp; I believe there is a saying...'When in Rome...' it is no problem."<br><br><em>Other compatriots...then there are more than one here...hopefully.&nbsp; The more of us there are, the easier my plan will be to execute.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 06:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good!&nbsp; Because I think you are just in time to be of some help.&nbsp; Alas, there is no tea.&nbsp; Nor rice.&nbsp; But I do not think the proprietor will begrudge you what breakfast he can offer."<br><br>And with that, she leaned against Jenny and went back to stroking the taller woman's knee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 06:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shen slowly approached the table.<br><br>"It is fine...I'm not hungry quite yet...but when I am, I will be sure to let him know...now, as it appears that I am the latecomer here, I am in need of introductions...but, allow me the honor first.&nbsp; I am Han Shen, son of Han Huang Di."<br><br>As he made the familiar introduction to his (for now) companions, he marveled at how...imperceptive mortal <em>gweilo</em> were.&nbsp; <br><br><em>It is thanks to their ignorance that I may continually use this introduction without arousing suspicion.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 23:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The redhaired girl with golden eyes nodded nonchalantly as if the name meant nothing special at all.<br><br>"I am Chou...Chou SuLan."<br><br>She held a hand out, gesturing to the little capuchin, who kowtowed to him.<br><br>"This is Uncle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 18:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross looks at the new guy again. "Names Cross." He says simply. Then he turns back towards the others. "Either way folks, we need a game plan before we head anywhere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 00:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look for tracks." offers the young man, from his table. "Gotta be tracks left, right? Course it'd be hard to find tracks at the first place, cos it was so long ago. Best place for tracks is the most recent." He nods as he imparts this wisdom to the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 11:43:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That a fact?" Brandon asked as he cleaned off the last of his breakfast, leaving himself with a cup of black coffee, which he nursed slowly.<br><br>"Well, as soon as t' rest o' us have hauled their carcasses down dem stairs, we'll go have a look. I'm sure a boy like you will be right able t' show us what's what." He tried to give the boy a reassuring smile.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shen nodded at Su Lan.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Uncle, is it?&nbsp; Give us a few moments, and Uncle can meet Brother."<br><br>Shen inquired of the young man.&nbsp; "And where is it that the most recent...occurrence has taken place?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Three nights back." replied the young man. "Paul Daniels place was busted up .. he lived a few miles out that way." His hand gestures off in the direction of the homestead. "And they found him strung up on the same tree as the others."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:11:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Most inauspicious."<br><br>Sulan shook her head, tilting her head back to look up at Jenny.<br><br>"We might have to do something about this state of affairs!&nbsp; I am fairly sure hanging innocent ranchers and farmers is against the Mandates of Heaven.&nbsp; Or something along those lines."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shen arched an eyebrow.<br><br><em>The <strong>same</strong> tree?&nbsp; All of the dead hang from it?&nbsp; I wonder...perhaps...</em><br><br><br>"Do pardon my intrusion, but I was wondering...aside from these recent incidents, has anything...<strong>strange</strong> ever happened at that tree?&nbsp; Anything at all?"<br><br><br><em>We've already established a connection point...the tree.&nbsp; Now to see if the point can become a line.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man shook his head. "Nothing I ever heard tell off. Course, no one ever tells me nothing anyway." he added as an afterthought. He gave a shrug. "It's just a big, ugly old tree."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 00:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So where do you folks figure on starting to poke around?" asked the barman, returning to the main room and setting a large tin pot on the counter. The familiar aroma of brewing coffee rose from it. "I can fix you up some stuff to take with you, if'n you want to eat in the saddle. Not sure if you'd be able to see everywhere you want before the sun goes down again, but if'n you're not back in by then, well, might make it tricky to get back in here again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 00:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think we start with the tree," SuLan nods, showing a moment of serious consideration for the matter.&nbsp; "After that...well, that will depend on what we find."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 00:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short time later finds the band, complete with somewhat nervous young guide riding over the range. Your saddlebags have a few well wrapped parcels of food, sent along with the well wishes of the saloon keeper. <br><br>The prairie is quiet as you ride, with only very occasional signs of life, as small animals scurry from beneath your horses hooves, causing the animals to snort and shy. As you crest one small rise, your guide points ahead. "Well, there it is." About another quarter mile distant, what looks like an old lightning struck tree. <br><br>As you ride closer you can see that it appears to be dead. No green leaves sway on its branches, just cracked wood raised towards the sky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 01:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh.&nbsp; It's just a dead tree.&nbsp; Spooky, maybe..."<br><br>SuLan slid out of the saddle and approached the tree, giving the trunk a kick with one slippered foot.<br><br>"See?&nbsp; Gnarled and spooky, but no worse."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halting Brother, and tying the reins around the saddle horn, Shen swung himself out of the saddle.<br><br>He walked towards the tree, shaking his head at Su Lan's nonsense.<br><br>"'Just' a dead tree, xiao mei?&nbsp; I don't think so.&nbsp; Every dead man has hung from this tree.&nbsp; THIS tree - no other.&nbsp; Why this one?&nbsp; What is so important about it?&nbsp; What happened here?"<br><br>He held up a finger between his eyes.&nbsp; "The dead were taken from different places, but all were hung HERE.&nbsp; A normal man would simply find the closest tree to use for the hanging...yet, the killer risked exposure by obsessing over this tree.&nbsp; That implies something...special."<br><br>"Do not let its appearance fool you, xiao mei.&nbsp; This is something about this tree...and I want to know what it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 03:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or we are meant to think there is something special."&nbsp; SuLan shrugged.&nbsp; "Perhaps the generation of dread is worth the added trouble?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 00:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not all that many trees about here." calls your guide from a little ways back. He is perched on his horse, looking all around. Completing his vigil he turns his attention back to you. "This is probably the only tree for a few miles in any direction." he says, gesturing around.<br><br>"The homesteads that got attacked, they're a few miles from here as well." His hand gestures in the rough directions of the places. "I suppose this old tree was just the handiest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 01:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so?"<br><br>SuLan kicks the tree again, huffs with faux indignation, and remounts her horse.<br><br>"Aiyah...which way was the last victim's farm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 01:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Over that way." comes the response. A hand is waved in what is more or less a westerly direction. "Bout ... 3 or 4 miles. Maybe a little more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 01:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross Slowly aproaches the tree and walks around it looking for signs of anything strange with the stree or the area around it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 01:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Roll Perception + Investigation, and let me know if you're using any knacks, boons or anything else.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 21:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross kneels down running his hand through the dirt lightly and letting it sift through his fingers. "The dirt here's been recently disturbed by something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 01:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that your attention has been drawn to it, you can see that the ranger is correct. The ground around the roots of the tree appear to have been recently disturbed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 11:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brandon snorted a little.<br><br>"Well, people are getting hung here. I'd be more surprised if t' ground wasn't disturbed."<br><br>The Irishman slowly turns around on his horse, trying to spot any obvious things in the placement of the tree - what can we see from about a hanging height, for instance; or possibly if certain farms are in direct sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 21:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Not disturbed as in scuffed around, but as if digging was done))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 00:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So?&nbsp; You find anything down there?&nbsp; Besides roots and the bones of mice, I mean," Sulan chirps from her lofty perch on horseback.&nbsp; "Buried treasure, perhaps.&nbsp; A tomb or five."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 14:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit of surface digging reveals nothing more than the trees roots. Do you want to break out the shovels (those that might ahve them) and investigate further, move on and check the homesteads that were attacked, or something else?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 17:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39787.msg2171022#msg2171022">Quote from: bathoz on 26-08-2009, 11:49:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Brandon snorted a little.<br><br>"Well, people are getting hung here. I'd be more surprised if t' ground wasn't disturbed."<br><br>The Irishman slowly turns around on his horse, trying to spot any obvious things in the placement of the tree - what can we see from about a hanging height, for instance; or possibly if certain farms are in direct sight.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"No, its more than just that, but goon if you want. I'll stay here and investigate." Cross says pulling a shovel off his horse. Slowly he starts digging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 10:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short time later, all you have to show for your efforts is a few piles of freshly turned dirt. There seems to have been nothing buried here, at least not in any of the spots you dug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 14:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan, who had observed all this from her lofty equine perch, shrugged and turned back to their guide with a too-too innocent smile, as if she were a schoolgirl out on a picnic.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; About the homesteads that were attacked.&nbsp; You show them to us, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 02:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I can take you there." replied your guide. "They're all fairly close. Which you want to go to first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 02:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The most recent victim...Daniels, I think the name is?&nbsp; Daniels.&nbsp; Take us there."&nbsp; A tiny paw reached up over one shoulder and struck at the back of SuLan's head.&nbsp; The red-head made a face.<br><br>"Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 22:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniels place is not far off, only a mile or two, a distance quickly covered on horseback. The house seems intact, but closer investigation shows the door lying slightly ajar. A small barn stands behind it, and a few chickens scratch around the yard.<br><br>"Most of his stock got gather up and took by his neighbours." your guide explains. "Couldn't just leave them to starve, or go wild or nothing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 23:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well Folks, I suggest we spread out and investigate around here. Maybe we will find a clue or two." Cross says dismounting his horse and tying it to a post on the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 23:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Let me know what areas in particular you want to investigate. Feel free to make appropriate rolls to investigate the area, and let me know if you're using any boons or knacks))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 15:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SuLan slid off her mount and went wandering about, seemingly at random, poking her nose into everything--the barn, checking out the small house, all the while keeping her arms nonchalantly crossed behing her back as though she were wandering a curious museum and making soft little 'hmmm' noises.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cross steps inside the house to start his part of the investigation there.<br><br>(Roll forthcoming)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Scion - The Weird West] Game thread. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 01:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between the skills of the entire group poking around, and some truely stunning deductions by Katie, you soon have the crime scene figured out. A trio of shuffling tracks, almost undetectable to the untrained eye amongst those left by concerned neighbours, lead from the direction of town right to the front door.<br><br>The door itself shows signs of impacts, the wood stressed and splintered from repeated blows of what were probably fists. Fists with a lot of strength behind them. Perhaps not up to the strength of some of you, but more than you would expect to see in normal people.<br><br>When the door splintered, it was shoved it. Shell casings show that Daniels made a go of defending himself, but no fresh blood marks the rounds impact. Given that there are no rounds in the walls, it seems he either hit what he was aiming at, or the shots went out the door.<br><br>The smashed up furniture shows a desperate attempt to keep away from someone, or something, an effort that was inevitably futile.<br><br>Back outside, the tracks, now draging another pair of heels lead back in the direction of the old tree.<br><br>Katie believes she can follow them still.<br><br>((I rolled for the N(?)PCs. Katie got 10 successes and had instant investigator))
			</dd>
		</dl>
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