Rourke
Not pleased to see the Union cavalry. He has harsh memories.He spits into a spitoon and wonders about the stoppage. He is not troubled, certainly with hostilities ceased in the main, he has nothing to fear. Unless they are also de-facto lawman. Indian trouble ahead? Rail lines broken? He muses on both. Cheyenne is in Wyoming which is regarded as US territory.
"Are we at the border?" he asks.
It all begins ... on a train:
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Jack to Flannigan:
Well, my line of work distracts me sometimes even on the Lord's day. Miscreants, degenerates, and assorted lawbreakers tend not to follow a set calendar. That said, my last meeting was more than two weeks ago, but not quite a month ago."
Of course, I have had the occasion to read from the Book on a Sunday to a particularly vile sinner, but I try to bring them in breathing as much as possible. Every man deserves his trial and to face a jury. I don't cotton much to lynchings.
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As far as the patrol, I'll just keep and eye to see if I recognize anybody. The Federal Army was over 1 million at his height and it's been a few years, so unlikely.
Well, my line of work distracts me sometimes even on the Lord's day. Miscreants, degenerates, and assorted lawbreakers tend not to follow a set calendar. That said, my last meeting was more than two weeks ago, but not quite a month ago."
Of course, I have had the occasion to read from the Book on a Sunday to a particularly vile sinner, but I try to bring them in breathing as much as possible. Every man deserves his trial and to face a jury. I don't cotton much to lynchings.
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As far as the patrol, I'll just keep and eye to see if I recognize anybody. The Federal Army was over 1 million at his height and it's been a few years, so unlikely.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Wina
Wina perks up and keeps an eye out for what is going on with the soldiers.
Notice [1d6] = 4 Wild Card [1d6] = 6
Ace Die [1d6] = 1
Notice 7
Wina perks up and keeps an eye out for what is going on with the soldiers.
Notice [1d6] = 4 Wild Card [1d6] = 6
Ace Die [1d6] = 1
Notice 7
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
((I mentioned taking note, but forget to do the rolls....I'll get the hang of it yet!))
Unskilled Notice roll:
[1d4-2] = 2-2 = 0
Wild Die:
[1d6-2] = 6-2 = 4
Ace roll:
[1d6] = 2
((Not sure if the Ace roll gets the -2 or not....))
Unskilled Notice roll:
[1d4-2] = 2-2 = 0
Wild Die:
[1d6-2] = 6-2 = 4
Ace roll:
[1d6] = 2
((Not sure if the Ace roll gets the -2 or not....))
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.30pm.
Hushed whisperings among the passengers speculate on the cavalry stopping the train. People lean out of windows, some to voice disapproval, others to feel the fresher air. Half the Union squad dismount, some enter the first carriage while an officer, sabre drawn, paces impatiently alongside the track. He gazes up at the windows and receiving some kind of negative response climbs the steps to enter your carriage. Behind him two guards, rifles shouldered stand and between them fidgets an older man, a shock of unkempt white hair and wire spectacles framing his face. His has no uniform but wears a long white buttoned coat over a collared shirt. He carries no weapons, instead he holds two large entwined wreaths. The long stalks blossom with large deep purple, bell shaped flowers. The have an ornamental look and waft a pungent fragrance.
Wina you will recognise these plants are harvested by native tribes who use their sap in creating poison arrows. Jack, you recognise these plants by their Latin name of Aconitum napellus.
"Your pardon ladies and gentlemen. We of the 3rd Ohio Volunteers have no wish to alarm you or delay your travels more than necessary. I am concerned with simply finding a stowaway among you. We have concerns from national officials that after recent, shall we say, unclear but brutal events in the good city of Denver, that a likely fugitive is being helped to escape the clutches of the law. This muderous villain has many guises though we are not without the means to see through his obfuscation."
He nods to the men who advance into the carriage and begin to check out folk. It is clear the soldiers have no particular description for black and white, male and female are gazed at. The white haired man follows the soldiers placing one of the wreath over the first persons head. Then after a moment moving to the next. It appears quite random. The officer, rank stripes indicating a sergeant, takes the second wreath on the tip of his blade and holding it stretched out, waves it in front of your faces.
Banjo picks his instrument and plucks out a few chords of 'when Jinny comes marching home'. The old prospectors grin and bear it, gurning as they are framed by the wreaths. An old lady in one corner tuts, "Outrageous sergeant, do we really have to be so manhandled unpleasantly". The scalded boy cries, hiding once more behind his mama's skirts. Newspaper man shifts uncomfortably.
what do you do?
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.30pm.
Hushed whisperings among the passengers speculate on the cavalry stopping the train. People lean out of windows, some to voice disapproval, others to feel the fresher air. Half the Union squad dismount, some enter the first carriage while an officer, sabre drawn, paces impatiently alongside the track. He gazes up at the windows and receiving some kind of negative response climbs the steps to enter your carriage. Behind him two guards, rifles shouldered stand and between them fidgets an older man, a shock of unkempt white hair and wire spectacles framing his face. His has no uniform but wears a long white buttoned coat over a collared shirt. He carries no weapons, instead he holds two large entwined wreaths. The long stalks blossom with large deep purple, bell shaped flowers. The have an ornamental look and waft a pungent fragrance.
Wina you will recognise these plants are harvested by native tribes who use their sap in creating poison arrows. Jack, you recognise these plants by their Latin name of Aconitum napellus.
"Your pardon ladies and gentlemen. We of the 3rd Ohio Volunteers have no wish to alarm you or delay your travels more than necessary. I am concerned with simply finding a stowaway among you. We have concerns from national officials that after recent, shall we say, unclear but brutal events in the good city of Denver, that a likely fugitive is being helped to escape the clutches of the law. This muderous villain has many guises though we are not without the means to see through his obfuscation."
He nods to the men who advance into the carriage and begin to check out folk. It is clear the soldiers have no particular description for black and white, male and female are gazed at. The white haired man follows the soldiers placing one of the wreath over the first persons head. Then after a moment moving to the next. It appears quite random. The officer, rank stripes indicating a sergeant, takes the second wreath on the tip of his blade and holding it stretched out, waves it in front of your faces.
Banjo picks his instrument and plucks out a few chords of 'when Jinny comes marching home'. The old prospectors grin and bear it, gurning as they are framed by the wreaths. An old lady in one corner tuts, "Outrageous sergeant, do we really have to be so manhandled unpleasantly". The scalded boy cries, hiding once more behind his mama's skirts. Newspaper man shifts uncomfortably.
what do you do?
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Malcom looks thoughtfully at the plants being held. An odd way to look for a man....if that's what they're doing.... He continues to riffle through his cards while he rifles through his uncle's lessons in the back of his mind...
Knowledge-Occult[1d6] = 4, Wild Card [1d6] = 5
Knowledge-Occult[1d6] = 4, Wild Card [1d6] = 5
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Pastor Flannigan furrows his brow and frowns deeply at the use of even seemingly benign witchcraft by the Union soldiers. He pushes his spectacles up on his nose and watches the white-jacketed old man closely. If its purpose is to dispell the enchantments of a worse villain, then the fruits may in fact be good... He doesn't interfere... For now.
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Rourke
Shuts the window he leaned of. Well he ain't no murderous villain so doesn't expect these dog soldiers be looking for him.
"Now look a here' Sergeant." he decides to speak up, unimpressed with the intrusion into civilian affairs. Besides, Union territory what is ... "I saw no signs welcoming us across the border into the US state of Wyoming. Are you a bit out of your jurisdiction here. We free folk of the territory should not be waylaid by such floral nonsense. Besides waving that sword around so beligerently you are scaring the boy."
Rourke has a minor Hindrance in regard to orphans and urchins. So seeing the boy without a paternal guide with him, he instinctively but perhaps unwisely sticks up for him. He will go place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder and tells the ma that it'll be ok.
Rourke Intimidate skill [1d4] = 2 Wild Card [1d6] = 3
I am not trying to pick a fight, just letting the officer know he is not welcome and should search elsewhere for the fugitive.
Shuts the window he leaned of. Well he ain't no murderous villain so doesn't expect these dog soldiers be looking for him.
"Now look a here' Sergeant." he decides to speak up, unimpressed with the intrusion into civilian affairs. Besides, Union territory what is ... "I saw no signs welcoming us across the border into the US state of Wyoming. Are you a bit out of your jurisdiction here. We free folk of the territory should not be waylaid by such floral nonsense. Besides waving that sword around so beligerently you are scaring the boy."
Rourke has a minor Hindrance in regard to orphans and urchins. So seeing the boy without a paternal guide with him, he instinctively but perhaps unwisely sticks up for him. He will go place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder and tells the ma that it'll be ok.
Rourke Intimidate skill [1d4] = 2 Wild Card [1d6] = 3
I am not trying to pick a fight, just letting the officer know he is not welcome and should search elsewhere for the fugitive.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
...and Rourke is the only one who noticed the dead-drop switch with the bags, right? 
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Wina
Wina waits and does her best to keep cool, trying to figure out how they are selecting people to investigate further with the wreath.
Investigate [1d4-2] = 4-2 = 2 [1d6-2] = 5-2 = 3
Ace Die [1d4] = 3
Investigate 5 or 3, not sure if the Ace is -2 as well.
Wina waits and does her best to keep cool, trying to figure out how they are selecting people to investigate further with the wreath.
Investigate [1d4-2] = 4-2 = 2 [1d6-2] = 5-2 = 3
Ace Die [1d4] = 3
Investigate 5 or 3, not sure if the Ace is -2 as well.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Jack
Jack chuckles inwardly at the crowning display but sobers remembering where he's seen something similar. Old Red down at the slave cabins used to do things with herbs and poppets, so he becomes a bit more attentive. When Rourke gets up, Jack leans back in his seat, inwardly wincing when Rourke calls the lieutenant a sergeant. Rourke of course doesn't know, but anyone willing to stand up for a child...well, Jack'll back his play now.
Jack chuckles inwardly at the crowning display but sobers remembering where he's seen something similar. Old Red down at the slave cabins used to do things with herbs and poppets, so he becomes a bit more attentive. When Rourke gets up, Jack leans back in his seat, inwardly wincing when Rourke calls the lieutenant a sergeant. Rourke of course doesn't know, but anyone willing to stand up for a child...well, Jack'll back his play now.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.40pm.
"Well what do we have here!" The officer declares as he mingles between the passengers and comes to the benches occupied by most of the players. He eyes the placed rifles and Wina who appears a little more distinctive among the passengers. " Guns and roses for sure. Miss, if you'll be so kind." It is not really a question as the white coated man briefly puts the wreath over your head and down to your shoulders. The colourful petals give off a heavy scent and you note the cut stalks are entwined around a thin rope or coil. Intermittent piercings in the rope waft warm air which magnify the pungent fragrance. It is repellent but not alarmingly so.
Malcolm shuffles his deck. Used to sleight of hand and incantations he finds that this 'ceremony' is not a familiar one.
"Do I know you Sonny? Perhaps you were also student of 'modern arts'?" The white coated man peers at Doc Bolt before moving on. ybn you can introduce your character from here.
After a few folk get 'crowned' the holdup frustrations arise among some of the more impatient passengers. An elderly grandma, clutching an urn and dressed in black voices her complaint. As the officer wanders, wreath waved in faces on the end of his sabre, Rourke protests. The challenge is not taken kindly. "Well I do declare someone thinks his freedom and sensibilities are offended as we hunt for a maniac who ripped out the throats of fellow Denver college students." He waves the point of the sword under your nose and turns to the crying boy. "Do I scare you boy?"
cue the rattle of GM dice ...
The reaction from the boy is unexpected. Irritated by the wreath of wolfsbane in his face, he grabs Rourke's hand off his shoulder and growls as he bites his wrist, shaking his head like a dog with a bone. The boy looks up, suddenly more ursute and wild, his eyes dilating with animalistic pupils and his canine teeth prolonging. Getting the surprise on all, the boy growls and immediately hunches his shoulders and dives through the now closed sash window of the carriage.
Everyone please make a Fear roll. This is a test vs your characters' Guts skill. The fear is modified by the penalty for the 'unnatural' and prevalent fear level in the area, which is -2 for Denver. Each Rank of Grit adds a positive bonus to your roll. +1 for Novice. Include a Wild Dice. Failure indicates you receive the Shaken condition. Guts [1d4-1] WC [1d6-1]
vs the target number of 4.
Next actions everyone please.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.40pm.
"Well what do we have here!" The officer declares as he mingles between the passengers and comes to the benches occupied by most of the players. He eyes the placed rifles and Wina who appears a little more distinctive among the passengers. " Guns and roses for sure. Miss, if you'll be so kind." It is not really a question as the white coated man briefly puts the wreath over your head and down to your shoulders. The colourful petals give off a heavy scent and you note the cut stalks are entwined around a thin rope or coil. Intermittent piercings in the rope waft warm air which magnify the pungent fragrance. It is repellent but not alarmingly so.
Malcolm shuffles his deck. Used to sleight of hand and incantations he finds that this 'ceremony' is not a familiar one.
"Do I know you Sonny? Perhaps you were also student of 'modern arts'?" The white coated man peers at Doc Bolt before moving on. ybn you can introduce your character from here.
After a few folk get 'crowned' the holdup frustrations arise among some of the more impatient passengers. An elderly grandma, clutching an urn and dressed in black voices her complaint. As the officer wanders, wreath waved in faces on the end of his sabre, Rourke protests. The challenge is not taken kindly. "Well I do declare someone thinks his freedom and sensibilities are offended as we hunt for a maniac who ripped out the throats of fellow Denver college students." He waves the point of the sword under your nose and turns to the crying boy. "Do I scare you boy?"
cue the rattle of GM dice ...
The reaction from the boy is unexpected. Irritated by the wreath of wolfsbane in his face, he grabs Rourke's hand off his shoulder and growls as he bites his wrist, shaking his head like a dog with a bone. The boy looks up, suddenly more ursute and wild, his eyes dilating with animalistic pupils and his canine teeth prolonging. Getting the surprise on all, the boy growls and immediately hunches his shoulders and dives through the now closed sash window of the carriage.
Everyone please make a Fear roll. This is a test vs your characters' Guts skill. The fear is modified by the penalty for the 'unnatural' and prevalent fear level in the area, which is -2 for Denver. Each Rank of Grit adds a positive bonus to your roll. +1 for Novice. Include a Wild Dice. Failure indicates you receive the Shaken condition. Guts [1d4-1] WC [1d6-1]
vs the target number of 4.
Next actions everyone please.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Pastor Flannigan
Guts [1d4-1] = 2-1 = 1[1d6-1] = 3-1 = 2
Shaken recovery (Spirit) [1d10] = 9[1d6] = 6
Ace reroll [1d6] = 1
9. Shaken dismissed and with the Raise he acts normally.
Surprise catches the Pastor; it is human to fear, but it is the power of the Lord which overcomes it. His faith surges within him and overcomes any hesitation at the horror before him.
He looks at the boy, assuming in its transformation it remains still a child, and much like Jesus viewing Jerusalem, his eyes brim with tears but they do not fall. He stares at the boy and quotes the gospel in a simple prayer, likely lost in the commotion. "The days will come upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God’s coming to you."
Barrier [1d10] = 10[1d6] = 1
Ace reroll [1d10] = 4
Total of 14, two Raises. Triple duration. So, he makes three sections of invisible barrier, each lasting three rounds, each Toughness 10. One over the window so it doesn't break when he hits it, then one between him and Rourke, and one on the third side between him and the soldiers. Since he's in the rear train seat of the compartment, that should be a full box, right? If not, I leave the side toward the soldiers (and not the passengers) as the open one.
Guts [1d4-1] = 2-1 = 1[1d6-1] = 3-1 = 2
Shaken recovery (Spirit) [1d10] = 9[1d6] = 6
Ace reroll [1d6] = 1
9. Shaken dismissed and with the Raise he acts normally.
Surprise catches the Pastor; it is human to fear, but it is the power of the Lord which overcomes it. His faith surges within him and overcomes any hesitation at the horror before him.
He looks at the boy, assuming in its transformation it remains still a child, and much like Jesus viewing Jerusalem, his eyes brim with tears but they do not fall. He stares at the boy and quotes the gospel in a simple prayer, likely lost in the commotion. "The days will come upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God’s coming to you."
Barrier [1d10] = 10[1d6] = 1
Ace reroll [1d10] = 4
Total of 14, two Raises. Triple duration. So, he makes three sections of invisible barrier, each lasting three rounds, each Toughness 10. One over the window so it doesn't break when he hits it, then one between him and Rourke, and one on the third side between him and the soldiers. Since he's in the rear train seat of the compartment, that should be a full box, right? If not, I leave the side toward the soldiers (and not the passengers) as the open one.
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Malcom is definitely shaken to his core. He sits with his mouth slightly open, his cards forgotten in his hands.
Guts [1d4-1] = 3-1 = 2 WC [1d6-1] = 2-1 = 1
Shaken Recovery [1d6] = 1 Wild Card [1d6] = 2
Guts [1d4-1] = 3-1 = 2 WC [1d6-1] = 2-1 = 1
Shaken Recovery [1d6] = 1 Wild Card [1d6] = 2
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.20pm.
There is a slight commotion as a man in a disheveled suit is escorted into the carriage by either the driver or stoker based on his appearance and a conductor. "I am telling you kind gentlemen that if you just slightly altered the coal to steam mix in the boiler you could improve the efficiency of the engine by a factor of..." With an exasperated 'whoof' the man is not so politely shown to a seat near everyone else. "Well that is a fine how do you do for someone who is only trying to improve the velocity of this conveyance. Something I am sure everyone on-board would be thankful for," he calls out as the driver/stoker returns to the engine and the conductor gives the man a scowling glance before heading back to the caboose.
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.40pm.
I haven't finished my character sheet yet. I will try to get that done tonight and post rolls.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.20pm.
There is a slight commotion as a man in a disheveled suit is escorted into the carriage by either the driver or stoker based on his appearance and a conductor. "I am telling you kind gentlemen that if you just slightly altered the coal to steam mix in the boiler you could improve the efficiency of the engine by a factor of..." With an exasperated 'whoof' the man is not so politely shown to a seat near everyone else. "Well that is a fine how do you do for someone who is only trying to improve the velocity of this conveyance. Something I am sure everyone on-board would be thankful for," he calls out as the driver/stoker returns to the engine and the conductor gives the man a scowling glance before heading back to the caboose.
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.40pm.
"Why yes I am," Doc says with a happy smile looking up from his notebook where he was jotting somethings done.Stirling wrote:"Do I know you Sonny? Perhaps you were also student of 'modern arts'?" The white coated man peers at Doc Bolt before moving on.
I haven't finished my character sheet yet. I will try to get that done tonight and post rolls.
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Rourke
Yelps as the boy manifests and bites into his hand. "Ungrateful couth, why that's the last time I stick up for ... wtf! Yikes!" shaking it with consternation and then looking on in horror as the wolf-boy changes nature.
Rourke: Guts test vs fear 4 [1d4-1] = 1-1 = 0 Wild Card [1d6-1] = 6-1 = 5
Spends a benny/fate chip to re-roll negative result of Guts Skill critical failure and avoid causing a roll on the SW Fear table!
Rourke: Guts test vs fear 4 [1d4-1] = 4-1 = 3 Wild Card [1d6-1] = 5-1 = 4
Pulling himself together he decides to draw his weapon but not fire. "What the hell. Is this a boy or a beast?" he asks the sabre and wreath rattling officer and the boy's mother.
Yelps as the boy manifests and bites into his hand. "Ungrateful couth, why that's the last time I stick up for ... wtf! Yikes!" shaking it with consternation and then looking on in horror as the wolf-boy changes nature.
Rourke: Guts test vs fear 4 [1d4-1] = 1-1 = 0 Wild Card [1d6-1] = 6-1 = 5
Spends a benny/fate chip to re-roll negative result of Guts Skill critical failure and avoid causing a roll on the SW Fear table!
Rourke: Guts test vs fear 4 [1d4-1] = 4-1 = 3 Wild Card [1d6-1] = 5-1 = 4
Pulling himself together he decides to draw his weapon but not fire. "What the hell. Is this a boy or a beast?" he asks the sabre and wreath rattling officer and the boy's mother.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Wina
Guts [1d4] = 1 [1d6] = 6
Ace Die [1d6] = 5
Spends a benny/fate chip to re-roll negative result of Guts Skill critical failure and avoid causing a roll on the SW Fear table!
Guts [1d4] = 2 [1d6] = 5
Guts 5
Wina slides her revolver out as she keeps an eye on the wolfchild and tries not to startle the soldier with the wreath in front of her.
Guts [1d4] = 1 [1d6] = 6
Ace Die [1d6] = 5
Spends a benny/fate chip to re-roll negative result of Guts Skill critical failure and avoid causing a roll on the SW Fear table!
Guts [1d4] = 2 [1d6] = 5
Guts 5
Wina slides her revolver out as she keeps an eye on the wolfchild and tries not to startle the soldier with the wreath in front of her.
Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Denver-Pacific train to Cheyenne.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.41pm.
It happened so fast. Despite Rourke's well intentioned intervention on behalf of the boy, his hand of comfort is not well received. The spores wafted from the wreath of wolfsbane becme the catalyst to cause the startling reaction. Failing to resist the urge to manifest his wild nature, like a mad dog, the 'wild child' bites the hand that succours it. Exposed and frightened, the boy springs shoulder first out of the window to land in a ball by the tracks in a shower of glass. He rises to run, ripping at bloodied clothes and trying to scrabble away through the hillside brush.
Faced with their first visible and close contact with some of the weird and diabolic nature of the West, everyone is tested in their gut reactions.
Malcolm drops his cards, staring open mouthed at the unfolding events. Doc Bolt's interest in the wreath is pricked. There is some obvious science that animates it's effect but you only get a quick glance at the entwined lei. The Union doctor type only looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps you attended shared lectures in the past. awaiting results if your Guts roll.
Jack LeGrenne shows an inner mettle, Wina and Rourke have to steel themselves after initial shocks. More alarmed they both draw pistols.
Pastor Flanagan dismisses fear with godly faith, firing off scripture and divine blessing quicker than a gunslinger fans the hammer. He gesticulates framing the 'refuge of the Lord' and causes an immediate ward which unseen, the wild child crashes into. A few steps each side or forward is all he can frantically manage.
Outside the train, the mounted cavalry trot forward and dismounted soldiers fire shots which ping off the train wheels or ricochet off the invisible barrier.
Inside the train the mother pushes at Rourke's raised gun and rails against the grinning officer knocking his sword and kicking the wreath into a corner. "My boy, my boy. Leave him be, Bram's just a little troubled that's all. Oh mercies, my boy." The officer replies, "Seems like father like son. My, my. 'Drace the Menace' bred a whelp of his own. Mrs Lineacre I presume. Is your husband on the train?" She shakes her head and the guards are indicated to take the struggling woman 'into custody' and the officer makes to leave the carriage.
The wildchild figure, rages as his lupine morphis continues, his only exit to crawl underneath the carriages between the wheels.
next actions please.
10 miles north of Fort Collins.
3.41pm.
It happened so fast. Despite Rourke's well intentioned intervention on behalf of the boy, his hand of comfort is not well received. The spores wafted from the wreath of wolfsbane becme the catalyst to cause the startling reaction. Failing to resist the urge to manifest his wild nature, like a mad dog, the 'wild child' bites the hand that succours it. Exposed and frightened, the boy springs shoulder first out of the window to land in a ball by the tracks in a shower of glass. He rises to run, ripping at bloodied clothes and trying to scrabble away through the hillside brush.
Faced with their first visible and close contact with some of the weird and diabolic nature of the West, everyone is tested in their gut reactions.
Malcolm drops his cards, staring open mouthed at the unfolding events. Doc Bolt's interest in the wreath is pricked. There is some obvious science that animates it's effect but you only get a quick glance at the entwined lei. The Union doctor type only looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps you attended shared lectures in the past. awaiting results if your Guts roll.
Jack LeGrenne shows an inner mettle, Wina and Rourke have to steel themselves after initial shocks. More alarmed they both draw pistols.
Pastor Flanagan dismisses fear with godly faith, firing off scripture and divine blessing quicker than a gunslinger fans the hammer. He gesticulates framing the 'refuge of the Lord' and causes an immediate ward which unseen, the wild child crashes into. A few steps each side or forward is all he can frantically manage.
Outside the train, the mounted cavalry trot forward and dismounted soldiers fire shots which ping off the train wheels or ricochet off the invisible barrier.
Inside the train the mother pushes at Rourke's raised gun and rails against the grinning officer knocking his sword and kicking the wreath into a corner. "My boy, my boy. Leave him be, Bram's just a little troubled that's all. Oh mercies, my boy." The officer replies, "Seems like father like son. My, my. 'Drace the Menace' bred a whelp of his own. Mrs Lineacre I presume. Is your husband on the train?" She shakes her head and the guards are indicated to take the struggling woman 'into custody' and the officer makes to leave the carriage.
The wildchild figure, rages as his lupine morphis continues, his only exit to crawl underneath the carriages between the wheels.
next actions please.
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Re: It all begins ... on a train:
Rourke
Still partly in shock will holster his gun. All a bit unseemly waving it around in front of the good folk. He goes to the broken window to watch the unfolding events. He tries to reason what he has seen.
"Well I did hear stories of kids raised by packs of wolves. He must be one of those feral urchins. Thought they were just nursery stories."
He hopes the soldiers 'deal' with the boy kindly but it is not his place to interfere.
Still partly in shock will holster his gun. All a bit unseemly waving it around in front of the good folk. He goes to the broken window to watch the unfolding events. He tries to reason what he has seen.
"Well I did hear stories of kids raised by packs of wolves. He must be one of those feral urchins. Thought they were just nursery stories."
He hopes the soldiers 'deal' with the boy kindly but it is not his place to interfere.