Blood Drive

Good News and Bad News

Dear Sam,

Good news first, Marc is a live again!

Unfortunately, there’s a lot of bad news. zombies, shaman, and a shaman who’s looking for a world of hurt. And I think I made a fool of myself in front the lovely Miss Morton.

But I haven’t told you about her yet, have I?

So last time I think I left off telling you about the really giant spider. Well it’s dead now, but not before it killed Marc.

As Rin was patching me back together though, Marc’s ghost came to me. He told me he wasn’t ready to pass over, and he’d come to help me finish the job we both signed on for. He also let me know that I was the only one who could hear or see him, probably on account of my arithmetic skills.

On our way back we found a group of strangers threatening Mr. Sutter. They were lead by a slick man named Bart Felps, and he seemed to imply that the was trouble coming if Sutter didn’t sell his herd on the cheap to a man named Bayou Vermillion. Of course Sutter refused.

The next day I headed into town to pick up some supplies with Rin, Clarissa, some guy with a dog, and also the Lovely Miss Morton. She’s Sutter’s niece and an angel to behold. And she seems right practical too. Not afraid to get her hands dirty and rope a few cattle, unlike a lot of those ladies back east. The ghost of Marc gave me some advice about what to say to her. The ghost of Marc sounded like he knew what he was talking about, but Miss Morton didn’t seem moved.

In town we were loading up some supplies that Mr. Sutter wanted, while we were in the store that dastardly Bart Felps showed up again. He challenged us to a duel, and since neither Rin nor that dog fella looked ready, I went ahead and accepted the challenge. It wen just like back Missouri, except there weren’t no Judge McMullen to mess things up.

After the fight Clarissa Black Raven, that Sioux woman I was telling you about. She bought me a drink and one for Miss Morton too. Now, it might have been the whiskey, but for the first time I realized just how comely Clarissa was. Or maybe is was on account of that shirt she was wearing that didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

Now you’re probably to young to understand this now Sam, but these women folk have got me all confused. I like Rin, but I think I maybe like her more like a sister. Miss Morton, now she is a fine young lass. Seeing Clarissa like that for the first time though. Well I don’t rightly know what I should do.

Anyway, a few days latter we headed out. A first there was nothing too bothersome. Just some trouble with cows getting off track. The ghost of Marc had some good ideas about coming back to life, and as sure as two and two make four, he came back good as new.

But tonight, while we were all gathered around the fire, we started hearing chanting and gunfire. Some folk on horses were spooking the cattle. We started firing and waking up some of Sutters other men. Then from the other side, the dead came walking. And not real shambling like proper dead folk aught, but walking fast and firing their pistols.

It was a terrible sight, but me and the gang cleared them out. Mostly me and Clarissa. On top of it all she’s real mean in a fight.

Our troubles weren’t over yet, because the cattle were stamping. I could’ve just saved myself licity split, but that feller with the dog was lying down on the ground, still breathing, but otherwise not moving. I couldn’t just leave him there to be trampled by the herd, and I wasn’t sure I could carry him, so I cam up with a plan. I roped him under the arms and tossed the other end of the rope to Rin (who had climbed a tree on account of the cattle). She pulled him up and landed herself on one the herd riding her to safety.

Now that the dust has settled it’s time to find the people behind the attack last night, and bring them to justice one way or another. And I recon I’ve got a good idea who it might have been, Mr. Bayou Vermillion

Let ma know how I’m doing. But leave out the parts about the shoots and dead walking, and the killing and, and the stampede (and never bother her with too much arithmetic). Also you probably don’t need to mention all I said about the womenfolk.

On second though just tell Ma I’m fine and give her my love.

With love for you too,

Joesph Williams.

P.S. Knight to C3.

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Day 2 Damn you Silcorrrrr…

<translated>
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…

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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.

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Day 1

<translatted>

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…

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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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