Blood Drive

Day 2 Damn you Silcorrrrr…

Dear Diary;

I haven’t been writing lately because of the sad events that had happened, the strange foreign white man was killed.

I should not write like this, I should explain:
We were back on the ranch continuing to do the duties the good Mr. Sutter set us on. The last few days we were rustling up cattle and doing our night watch. During our cattle rustling we came upon some tracks and eventually found a couple heads of dead cattle. I stated we had enough for the day, but the white men wanted to investigate the bodies as if their investigations would bring the cattle back.

During this investigation we found that the area was a nest of spider vermin. I told the white men to leave well enough alone and to let us ride out, but it is not enough for them to pillage the great Mother, but they must also destroy Her creatures as well. As Mr. Sutter hired me I was honor bound to assist them. We destroyed the vermin with ease and headed back with our cattle. During the evening we encountered a great quake of earth, I believe the Earth Mother was upset with what we had done, but nothing else occurred that night.

The next day we went out to do our duty and retrieve more cattle headed back by the river where we found the nest, it was this day that we saw it the great beast. DAMN YOU SILCOR, I believe the earth mother sent this creature to retrieve its children, but alas Silcor has tainted the beast and created this this monster, I know not what to call it, but it filled me with terror and was a tarantula spider, but it was so huge and monstrous it can only be called a TERRORRRRANCULA!

The great beast was unstoppable, my bullets bounced off its powerful hide and it mandibles tore the foreign man to shreds, sliced at the strange gambling man, and just kept going shot after shot. The strangest of the white men was able to continuously damage the beast eventually killing it, but alas one of our own was dead…or so we thought.

Day 3 Return to the river;
After the defeat of the beast, we were able to regroup, we found that in fact the foreign white man was not dead just unconscious, the strange white man had disappeared during the fight, the gambling man Joe was rambling to himself, he told us he was talking to the spirit of the foreigner, but how would the spirit have been set free if his shell still drew breath. We returned to the ranch to lick our wounds and speak to Luke and Mr. Sutter.

On the round to the ranch we were overrun by eight stranger, 6 normal men, a white man dressed in fancy wears as if that would impress anyone named Bart Felps, and an Indian who from his dress appeared to have fought for the Confederates. He spoke to Mr. Sutter with a serious lack of respect, once Mr. Sutter cocked his shotgun I drew, because if lead was going to fly this fancy dressed man would go first. Instead the rode off knowing their odds weren’t on their side.

It was after our meal Mr. Sutter addressed the group and stated we would be heading out soon, he seemed worried about the men who showed up today. Mr. Sutter asked us to escort Miss Morton to the town to get the last of the supplies, as this is his only family he wanted her safe. It gave me great pride to know that he puts his trust in me (us) to protect something so valuable.

The next day we rode to town, the strange gambler Joe was still off talking of Mark (the foreign white man) as if he were a spirit, and the way he ogled Miss Morton made me mad, so I took the liberty of riding with the girl to keep him away.

We got to town and Joe and I went in with Miss Morton to get the supplies, after some time Joe headed back outside, I stayed in the store with Miss Morton, but went to the door to find that “nicely” dressed man trying to call out some of the others of our group. As Rin is a girl and doesn’t seem to me to have the grit for such a thing I didn’t expect her to go up. The other strange white man wanted to fight him hand to hand, where did he think he was, this is the West and these things are handled with Iron.

Joe surprisingly took the challenge and so unnerved the man he drew first, and was shot dead right in the street like the dog he was. I have to say I was quite impressed with Joe’s skill and ability. It was here that we learned that this man and the man (Bayou Vermillion ) he worked for had been working with evil spirits to antagonize the spiders into attacking the cattle. I took Joe and Miss Morton for a drink and some beans while Rin and the other white man filled the wagon. We returned back without incident, spent the next 3 days loading up and then headed out on the trail.

It was 3 days out on the trail before we had another incident, Rin lost a couple cattle and spent a hour rustling them up, it was kind of amusing to watch. That evening we were attacked by a large group of what I believe to be to be Bayou Vermillion men, 6 on horseback scarred the cattle, 6 on horseback can for us, 6 walked in front of us, and I believe the Indian man was there as well.

It was a hard fight, the man with the dog was dropped like a sack of wheat, Joe was shaken so much he ran and hide in some trees, and Rin ran off with him. It was left to me to take on the 12 enemies alone with the dog, and some of Sutter’s men. I was able drop 5 of the men in front of us and 2 on horseback, before I was forced to get out of the way before I was trampled by the cattle.

I was ready to curse Silcor again because I was too far away to save the Dog man, but Joe finally getting some nerve teamed up with Rin who was hiding up in a tree to do the strangest thing. Joe through a rope to Rin, then ran over to the Dog man and tied it around him. Rin then must have drank one of her strange concoctions, because she jumped out of the tree onto the stampede and rode, I mean rode on of the steers pulling Dog man to safety. Once again Joe proves he has some grit and agility because he was able to scamper to safety.

With the enemies dispatched or running I knew we didn’t have a lot of time, the stamped would continue going and spread out all over if we didn’t do anything. I jumped on my horse and speed in front of the herd, turned my mount around and screamed out to the alpha bull, DAMN YOU SILCOR!!! The beast and all the ones trailing stopped inches from my very nose.

I write this as usual tired from a long day, we have lost one of Sutter’s men, but know we have done well, we have stopped this man Bayou Vermillion, and I have shown Silcor that while his curse my linger there is nothing that I CANNOT do.

Till tomorrow…

Holy @%#$, Sweet Mother of $&%ing @#$*!

Where to start…

First of all Joe, I don’t blame you. That’d be like blaming me for all the wrong that rat bastard Judge Kelly just because we’re both people. If anything you probably saved me.

We just all got ourselves nearly killed by a giant @#$%ing spider!

Let me back up.

I arrived in Sutter’s flats a few days ago desperate for work, and found a man desperate to hire folk, so we made a good match. Babysitting cattle’s not normally my thing, but I need the money don’t I?

First thing I noticed was that (like most ranches) this one was experience a dearth of the fairer sex. There’s two that’ve also been hired on. The Indian lady seemed like a bit of a loner, but the crazy gal seemed nice enough, plus she’s made some kind of poultices that are a real life saver (literally). She might be something to look at if she took better care of herself, but then out on the trail a man can’t afford to be to picky.

I also met Marc, who seemed like a good enough guy, except that the kept blabbing about “manitious,” and acting I like I knew what he was talking about. They man ain’t got no subtlety.

I also met some funny guy white a Gatling pistol, and I hear there’s some guy with a dog too, but I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him yet.

We spent a day rounding up stray cattle. That night though me and Marc were out patrolling, and we heard calls from a damsel and distress. Well to make a long story short it weren’t no damsel, it was a monsters, and me and Marc blew it into judgement day.

Next day we found some more cattle, alive and dead. The dead ones were killed by spiders, which we killed in turn. At the time I thought they were giant spiders. Little did I know.

Cause the next day we found the mother of all spiders, and it just about ripped us apart. It took down Marc with one bite, and for a while there I though he’d gone to meet his maker. It took a bite out of me too, and without some intervention from my guardian angel, I’d probably be spider food.

Day 1


Dear Diary;
After some travels I have finally made it to outskirts of Sutter’s Flats, what a dismal town, but I should not complain much as the Spirits have seen fit to assist me in my travels. I hope my travels have not been in vain as I heard there was work for the able bodied, while I have a small amount of money it would not buy me land of my own. I will have to work hard here and save what funds I can. Thankfully I have not been harassed by the demon spirit Silcor since I have entered the area; maybe I have finally been able to remove his foul filth from my soul.

Until tomorrow…

Dear Diary;
I am now in Sutter’s Flats and my thoughts yesterday about the area are nicer than they should have been, this town is a dump, nothing of value to be found, maybe 3 buildings of note. But, on a positive note I was able to finally meet Mr. Sutter, he seems to be a fine person, but desperate. While I should not speak ill of a generous man, he choices seem a little strange.

He hired anyone who could draw breath, he hired me on the spot no questions to reference or skills. He hired 4 other strange white men, one with a funny voice and speech, one crazy haired female carrying luggage and who disrespects the Earth Spirits with her use of the sacred ghost rock, one strange fellow in a trench who seems scared of his own shadow, and an even stranger fellow who probably would have been left behind if it wasn’t for his pretty dog. I don’t know if I will ever understand the white man and his strange ways.

I am headed to the Lazy S Ranch for work, so it begins…

Dear Diary;
We have awoken to do work, simple enough at first breaking some horses, important work for what we will be doing. It was then I saw her Beautiful Black Beauty, I was sure the Spirits set her before me to prove myself and my abilities. But, alas my pride and I believe Silcor’s curse prevented me from succeeding where I should have.

A horse such as that does not belong to a strange white man, even if he seems to commune with the Animal Spirits.

The night even through my fatigue forced me to go on watch of the land, very quiet and uneventful.

All that I have traveled and Silcor still lingers within me know this foul beast, my spirit is my own and no one will take it from me.

Until tomorrow…

First Session-May 25th
Howdy Y'All

Thanks all for a good first session. The posse has been created and has begun to work together. The first task was successful, though with a few bumps and bruises, and the night was rather interesting. I look forward to reading any impressions you care to share.

I was able to find that sound from the online, but it’s an .ogg file. I had to download a different player in order to hear it. I’ll try to remember to bring my laptop next time, so you can all hear it too.

Next Time: Tomorrow Is Another Day!


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