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Whitethorne
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Discord Reigns
Johnston is something of an oddity years ago when he ranched. Sure, it didn't pay as much as cotten. Sure, it wasn't as save as laying in your chair as you pay an overseer to manage dozens of slaves. Sure, you would be in the thick of it every them the indians raided... but he didn't care. He loved his cattle, he loved doing it, and he loved the Union bellies that used to pay for the food instead of Jerry Reb's stomach that seemed to digest before even looking at it and refuse to pay.
Now, as the cities of the north grew and more and more turn to ranching, many discovered his experiance invaluable. A dozen or more wanted him to check their herd before he settled down at White Throne. There aren't as much hands or other ranchers here but that is alright: enough people lived here that he didn't need to drive his cattle anywhere to sell it. Now, with his life moved slighty more away from the herd than nearly ever in his life, who knows what other jobs might he snag other than the stables? No one knows...
Now, as the cities of the north grew and more and more turn to ranching, many discovered his experiance invaluable. A dozen or more wanted him to check their herd before he settled down at White Throne. There aren't as much hands or other ranchers here but that is alright: enough people lived here that he didn't need to drive his cattle anywhere to sell it. Now, with his life moved slighty more away from the herd than nearly ever in his life, who knows what other jobs might he snag other than the stables? No one knows...
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A Good Blade
John layed back in his house, considering his plans. He was unmarried, making things easier. In his mind, he even reconsidered a little. Maybe he could just win glory against an Indian attack? Or lead the Indians in one great war?
"Na"- he didn't have the charisma for either. Anyway, how was he supposed to rally them, being a white?
He reminised back to an old duel his elder brother had won. Back then, he didn't have "The Drive" as he called it- the drive to glory.
In his mind the two faced off, in an environment so similiar to what was out his window he mistook one for the other.
The two started stepping back "nine paces", but both had planned to cheat- in hindsight, he had learned that his brother intended to fire at five. His opponent fired at four.
His brother turned around, shocked at his own wound. But it wasn't fatal. And honor required his opponent let him fire. He had all the time in the world to finish him off...
Slowly returning to the present, John smiled. "Everybody uses guns- but they aren't that accurate.". He started to think. "Where can I find a good old medieval sword?"
John layed back in his house, considering his plans. He was unmarried, making things easier. In his mind, he even reconsidered a little. Maybe he could just win glory against an Indian attack? Or lead the Indians in one great war?
"Na"- he didn't have the charisma for either. Anyway, how was he supposed to rally them, being a white?
He reminised back to an old duel his elder brother had won. Back then, he didn't have "The Drive" as he called it- the drive to glory.
In his mind the two faced off, in an environment so similiar to what was out his window he mistook one for the other.
The two started stepping back "nine paces", but both had planned to cheat- in hindsight, he had learned that his brother intended to fire at five. His opponent fired at four.
His brother turned around, shocked at his own wound. But it wasn't fatal. And honor required his opponent let him fire. He had all the time in the world to finish him off...
Slowly returning to the present, John smiled. "Everybody uses guns- but they aren't that accurate.". He started to think. "Where can I find a good old medieval sword?"
NWAG It would be really really really hard to get your hands on a medieval sword in Whitethorne. Perhaps he could get his hands on a cavalry sabre. If you want him using swords a cavalry sabre would probably be the best bet, because this is Texas 1867 after all, not much in the way of medieval artifacts to be found there.
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Okay- maybe he tries for a medieval sword, discovers this is impractical, and goes for a cavalry saber.
July 1, 1867
The Whitethorne Herald
New Cavalry Fort
The new cavalry fort just east of town is now in operation. Fort Rio, as it has been named, saw its inauguration yesterday, with its brand new commandant, Captain Jacob Anderson, giving a brief speech, followed by the flag raising ceremony. Captain Anderson says he is excited to be here and hopes to be a benefit to the entire community of Whitethorne. The official purpose of the fort is to keep the Apaches and Mexican boarder bandits under control, yet many in the town feel it is unnecessary. More then a few are angry about Northern troops being stationed here, as many of the recent arrivals to town are veterans of the War, fighting on the South’s side. Captain Anderson assures us his men will remain behaved and leave the citizens of Whitethorne alone.
Stagecoach Rumors
Rumors have been circulating about possible Stagecoach cargo. It seems the Bank of Whitethorne is having a large shipment of gold to be received some time next week. The rumors are a bit skeptical, but if they prove to be true, this could really help people’s sense of security, knowing any money they have in the bank is, finally, backed up. The bank has yet to confirm these rumors.
Veterans Causing Trouble?
With the recent arrival of many disgruntled war veterans, there seems to be a boom in vice in town. More drunks have been spending their nights in jail, and the new saloon, which many accuse as doubling as a brothel, has seen many a fight due to drunks accusing each other of cheating at cards. This is a startling trend, and even though there hasn’t been too much trouble, many citizens are calling for the Sheriff to step in and take care of the situation before things get out of hand. Because of this, two new deputies have been accepted. Only rumors tell of who the two new deputies could be.
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I know, its short, but once you guys start pumping out stories, the updates will be longer. Each update also covers 1 in game week, whether it takes a week or more for me to post the update, so keep your stories in that time frame of the week after the update. It'll make it run smoother.
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Washed Up Men
John walked into the group. It was a few veterans, recently out of jail after another fight, and drinking. They could be useful to him- if used right.
John bought himself a drink, and sat down near one of them. He made sure to get the same ale type, but was cautious. He could take a bit, but in time he'd be as drunk as they were...
"You're a Confederate, right?" asked John.
"Yea- what of it?"
"I sympathised with the South throughout the war. I was too young to sign up, though."
"I heard"- the man drank a large amount down- "that a few kids signed up anyway. Pretended they were older."
John would have been tense, but the drink had relaxed him. "Yeh- I wish I'd done that."
They kept drinking, and John began to form a bond with the man, and in time starting talking with his comrades as well. They were all together- all in the same boat, as John might have said when a bit drunk.
It turned out John couldn't take his ale like the veterans, though he ended up in jail with them. But largely they shared the same lifestyle, drinking and playing cards, and for a few days John just drank and played with the others.
One day, as they were drinking and playing as usual, John executed his plan. He had rehearsed what he was going to say twice, knowing that it was going to be significantly harder when drunk. They had already drunk a bit, so John began.
"Why do we take this bloody trash from the law, anyway?"
"They're the law around here" said one of them.
"They're not the law- they're an occupying army! We seceded lawfully under THEIR rules!"
It is not hard to persuade drunks, and soon many of them were coming round.
"We shouldn't let these fools run our lives!"
"Yea!"
"Yea!"
Now came the next bit. They were all quite drunk, including John.
"Let's kill the sheriff and take over the town!" shouted John, raising his cavalry saber.
"YEA!"
They tried to run out, though several tripped over. Had John been in full control of his faculties, he would have smiled. This was a great flaw in his plan, but he got lucky- he had worked himself up so much he didn't spill the beans...
The next morning, they found themselves in jail. As John slowly sobered up, he decided "Time for Part 2."
John walked into the group. It was a few veterans, recently out of jail after another fight, and drinking. They could be useful to him- if used right.
John bought himself a drink, and sat down near one of them. He made sure to get the same ale type, but was cautious. He could take a bit, but in time he'd be as drunk as they were...
"You're a Confederate, right?" asked John.
"Yea- what of it?"
"I sympathised with the South throughout the war. I was too young to sign up, though."
"I heard"- the man drank a large amount down- "that a few kids signed up anyway. Pretended they were older."
John would have been tense, but the drink had relaxed him. "Yeh- I wish I'd done that."
They kept drinking, and John began to form a bond with the man, and in time starting talking with his comrades as well. They were all together- all in the same boat, as John might have said when a bit drunk.
It turned out John couldn't take his ale like the veterans, though he ended up in jail with them. But largely they shared the same lifestyle, drinking and playing cards, and for a few days John just drank and played with the others.
One day, as they were drinking and playing as usual, John executed his plan. He had rehearsed what he was going to say twice, knowing that it was going to be significantly harder when drunk. They had already drunk a bit, so John began.
"Why do we take this bloody trash from the law, anyway?"
"They're the law around here" said one of them.
"They're not the law- they're an occupying army! We seceded lawfully under THEIR rules!"
It is not hard to persuade drunks, and soon many of them were coming round.
"We shouldn't let these fools run our lives!"
"Yea!"
"Yea!"
Now came the next bit. They were all quite drunk, including John.
"Let's kill the sheriff and take over the town!" shouted John, raising his cavalry saber.
"YEA!"
They tried to run out, though several tripped over. Had John been in full control of his faculties, he would have smiled. This was a great flaw in his plan, but he got lucky- he had worked himself up so much he didn't spill the beans...
The next morning, they found themselves in jail. As John slowly sobered up, he decided "Time for Part 2."
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OOC: I know some Victorian Law, and (as a generalisation) those voluntarily drunk who commit crimes have their actions compared to those of a "reasonable" (legal concept) non-drunk when deciding if guilty or innocent. I'm not sure if this applies here, and given it's the frontier people might not know even if it does. But there's a chance.
John's Hope
John believed that the best way to win his reputation in history would be to try and create a rump CSA. If the Mexicans could be persuaded to aid him, and he was recorded as the revolt leader, then he would have made a permanent name in the history books.
To do this would require defeating the local cavalry garrison, thus making way for a full scale revolt. To suceed, he would have to get himself and the veterans out of jail, get decent weapons, draw the garrison into the city (he planned to create a secret identity in order to murder the sheriff to do so), and then defeat them.
Plenty could go wrong- Mexico might ignore the call, in which case he would have to change tactics. They might not get out of jail, he might fail to persuade them, and he might fail to murder the sheriff (decent weapons would be fairly easy). But he could cope with the first, and by using his knowledge of gun's lack of accuracy the murder was plausible.
He wasn't sure of the law though- and the extent to which, given they were drunk, it would be enforced. Would he even get out? This plan seemed to be a long shot...
John's Hope
John believed that the best way to win his reputation in history would be to try and create a rump CSA. If the Mexicans could be persuaded to aid him, and he was recorded as the revolt leader, then he would have made a permanent name in the history books.
To do this would require defeating the local cavalry garrison, thus making way for a full scale revolt. To suceed, he would have to get himself and the veterans out of jail, get decent weapons, draw the garrison into the city (he planned to create a secret identity in order to murder the sheriff to do so), and then defeat them.
Plenty could go wrong- Mexico might ignore the call, in which case he would have to change tactics. They might not get out of jail, he might fail to persuade them, and he might fail to murder the sheriff (decent weapons would be fairly easy). But he could cope with the first, and by using his knowledge of gun's lack of accuracy the murder was plausible.
He wasn't sure of the law though- and the extent to which, given they were drunk, it would be enforced. Would he even get out? This plan seemed to be a long shot...
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Several drunks went up to the sheriff, wielding cavalry sabers, and attacked him. He was fearful, and only the clever thinking of one of the deputies prevented him having to kill some of them.
Aye. Well, if someone wants to jump in and claim the Sheriff spot, it'll be up to that player to decide the criminal's punishment, seeing as in a lot of wild west towns the sheriff played the job of judge, jury, and executioner.
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First Citizen of Rome
As Captain Anderson and his troopers entered Whitethorn, the first thing they saw was the stagecoach from the west changing horses, after a brief discussion with the driver about indian troubles Captain Anderson continued on. His next stop ended in front of the Mayor's office, after telling his men to dismount and wait, Anderson went inside.
"Good afternoon Mr. Mayor. I am Captain Jacob Anderson, Commandant of Fort Rio."
"Good afternoon Captain, may I ask what you are doing in town?"
"Just wanted to come by and take a look at the town and inform you that the US Cavalry is here to assist your sheriff if needed."
"And I am thankful that you would consider helping us, but can I be assured that your men will stay out of the town unless needed? We do not need Union cavalrymen stirring up trouble with the ex Confederates here."
"Understood, we will be on our way soon. Also one last thing, the wagon train is scheduled to arrive at the fort tomorrow, I will be sending the goods for the town down with a wagon early the next day."
"Thank you captain."
Captain Anderson stood up and shook hands with the mayor before putting his hat back on and walking outside. Once outside he saw several drunk men threatening the troopers, but the troopers stayed firm and never budged, Captain Anderson gave the order to mount and the cavalry rode out of town.
Once back at the fort Jacob went straight to the Post HQ and began scheduling patrols.
Patrols done every 4 hours:
50 men will patrol the northern section, be aware of Bandits.
50 men will patrol the Eastern section, be aware of Bandits and Ex-Confederate units.
50 men will patrol the southern section, be aware of Banditos and Indians, as well as the occasional angry Mexican.
100 men will patrol the Western section, be aware of Bandits, Indians, Banditos, and Mexicans. Please see your sergeant for your duty station.
Upon posting that on the board in the parade grounds, he heard the familiar rumble of speeding horses. "The stagecoach is here!" shouted the fort watch. The doors opened and the 6 brown horses raced into the fort followed by a red coach. The coach was littered with holes and the shotgunner appeared to have been shot, seemingly dead already. Jacob immediatly knew what had happened, and began issuing orders to moblize, the fort came alive as troopers ran here and there. Jacob went up to speak with the driver, "Where did you run into trouble?"
"A few miles East of here. At the river." Jacob knew the place he was speaking of, bandits rarely struck that far, they must know about the gold. "Fools, they should have waited until tomorrow." Jacob thought to himself.
"Any passengers?"
"Yes, 2 women, a child and 2 men." Jacob walked to the door and opened it, inside the woman were white with fear and the child sobbing, but the men seemed careless. Jacob did not like how those men looked, but in the West that means nothing, for any man could look like them.
He turned to the women and said, "You are safe now in Fort Rio, accomodations have been made available for your stay. The coach will not be leaving until it is repaired by our wagon repair specialist, would you like to stay in the fort, or the the town hotel can be made ready?"
The women both said they wanted to stay in the fort, the child no doubt stays with them. The men on the other hand chose to continue on to the city. They even bought horses from Jacob and rode off.
Jacob ignored the pressing issue that those men were up to no good and mounted his horse. With 100 men he raced off towards the east, to handle the bandits. After a short time, the troopers were back, they did not meet any bandits and Jacob went to the driver to speak with him, "The gold did not come today did it?"
"What gold?" asked the driver.
"Very well." Jacob knew better than to press the issue. He may or may not have the gold, it may be better if he did not know at all. With the day winding down and the stage coach still being worked on, the fort continued to provide a constant reminder that the law will be obeyed in the West. Tomorrow, Jacob and 50 men will moniter the trail to the east and capture those bandits, before the stage coach came through.
"Good afternoon Mr. Mayor. I am Captain Jacob Anderson, Commandant of Fort Rio."
"Good afternoon Captain, may I ask what you are doing in town?"
"Just wanted to come by and take a look at the town and inform you that the US Cavalry is here to assist your sheriff if needed."
"And I am thankful that you would consider helping us, but can I be assured that your men will stay out of the town unless needed? We do not need Union cavalrymen stirring up trouble with the ex Confederates here."
"Understood, we will be on our way soon. Also one last thing, the wagon train is scheduled to arrive at the fort tomorrow, I will be sending the goods for the town down with a wagon early the next day."
"Thank you captain."
Captain Anderson stood up and shook hands with the mayor before putting his hat back on and walking outside. Once outside he saw several drunk men threatening the troopers, but the troopers stayed firm and never budged, Captain Anderson gave the order to mount and the cavalry rode out of town.
Once back at the fort Jacob went straight to the Post HQ and began scheduling patrols.
Patrols done every 4 hours:
50 men will patrol the northern section, be aware of Bandits.
50 men will patrol the Eastern section, be aware of Bandits and Ex-Confederate units.
50 men will patrol the southern section, be aware of Banditos and Indians, as well as the occasional angry Mexican.
100 men will patrol the Western section, be aware of Bandits, Indians, Banditos, and Mexicans. Please see your sergeant for your duty station.
Upon posting that on the board in the parade grounds, he heard the familiar rumble of speeding horses. "The stagecoach is here!" shouted the fort watch. The doors opened and the 6 brown horses raced into the fort followed by a red coach. The coach was littered with holes and the shotgunner appeared to have been shot, seemingly dead already. Jacob immediatly knew what had happened, and began issuing orders to moblize, the fort came alive as troopers ran here and there. Jacob went up to speak with the driver, "Where did you run into trouble?"
"A few miles East of here. At the river." Jacob knew the place he was speaking of, bandits rarely struck that far, they must know about the gold. "Fools, they should have waited until tomorrow." Jacob thought to himself.
"Any passengers?"
"Yes, 2 women, a child and 2 men." Jacob walked to the door and opened it, inside the woman were white with fear and the child sobbing, but the men seemed careless. Jacob did not like how those men looked, but in the West that means nothing, for any man could look like them.
He turned to the women and said, "You are safe now in Fort Rio, accomodations have been made available for your stay. The coach will not be leaving until it is repaired by our wagon repair specialist, would you like to stay in the fort, or the the town hotel can be made ready?"
The women both said they wanted to stay in the fort, the child no doubt stays with them. The men on the other hand chose to continue on to the city. They even bought horses from Jacob and rode off.
Jacob ignored the pressing issue that those men were up to no good and mounted his horse. With 100 men he raced off towards the east, to handle the bandits. After a short time, the troopers were back, they did not meet any bandits and Jacob went to the driver to speak with him, "The gold did not come today did it?"
"What gold?" asked the driver.
"Very well." Jacob knew better than to press the issue. He may or may not have the gold, it may be better if he did not know at all. With the day winding down and the stage coach still being worked on, the fort continued to provide a constant reminder that the law will be obeyed in the West. Tomorrow, Jacob and 50 men will moniter the trail to the east and capture those bandits, before the stage coach came through.
Hmmm, sorry if this seems kinda unprofessional, but is there much interest left in this NES? How can I make it more appealing for people to finish their character stats and write more stories? So far it seems we have 4 active players, 3 characters with stories about them, 5 characters in total, and a 6th person who expressed interest but seems to have left. If there's something I'm doing thats wrong, please by all means tell me how to fix it.
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I want to keep going, but I can't continue the plot I wanted to since I don't have the Sheriff's judgement.
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Dulp- I'll start a new character (though given something I've heard I disagree with the descision).
EDIT: To prevent this dying, started one up.
Devin Smith
Devin Smith was a peasant immigrant from Europe. He didn't have that much talent, except a very good aim with a gun. So he went out to the West, hoping that he could claim enough land before anybody else got to it to make his fortune.
He got to Whitethorne, and decided to start looking for a job...
EDIT: To prevent this dying, started one up.
Devin Smith
Devin Smith was a peasant immigrant from Europe. He didn't have that much talent, except a very good aim with a gun. So he went out to the West, hoping that he could claim enough land before anybody else got to it to make his fortune.
He got to Whitethorne, and decided to start looking for a job...
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Jacob looked up from his desk as the door banged open and a private rushed in, the private was out of breath and panting hard, he saluted and began to speak, "Sir, Sergeant Wilkes appears to have left the fort! I saw him as he mounted his horse and left out the back door, I attempted to stop him but he put a gun to me and told me to stay out of it."
Jacob growled, "Which way did he go?"
"Towards the town."
"Go and get Sergeant O'Callahan and get you two horses and meet me at the front gate. Quickly!"
Private Johnson saluted and rushed out. Jacob gathered his papers and put them in his desk and grabbed his hat. He stepped outside and breathed in the night air and cursed. And he does not curse often, but this Wilkes fella is really straining his nerves, just yesterday he disobeyed a direct order to stand down after encountering several indian scouts who were friendly to the US government. Very rare in these parts and the damn fool nearly started another Indian war before Jacob finally forced Wilkes to stand down at gun point.
The men left the fort and headed for the town, Jacob knew exactly where Wilkes would be, in the Saloon, either drinking himself to death or playing with the women or cards, or even all of the above. Jacob knew Wilkes had to be punished, but he had to be punished by military law, not the sheriff, but if Wilkes causes trouble in the town, this places the military in whole in a whole heap of trouble. Jacob had to hurry, at least Sergeant O'Callahan was a huge tough Irishman who knew how to fight, and Wilkes truly feared him, which was the reason why Jacob requested O'Callahan. But will Wilkes comply or will trouble finally catch up to Jacob?
Jacob growled, "Which way did he go?"
"Towards the town."
"Go and get Sergeant O'Callahan and get you two horses and meet me at the front gate. Quickly!"
Private Johnson saluted and rushed out. Jacob gathered his papers and put them in his desk and grabbed his hat. He stepped outside and breathed in the night air and cursed. And he does not curse often, but this Wilkes fella is really straining his nerves, just yesterday he disobeyed a direct order to stand down after encountering several indian scouts who were friendly to the US government. Very rare in these parts and the damn fool nearly started another Indian war before Jacob finally forced Wilkes to stand down at gun point.
The men left the fort and headed for the town, Jacob knew exactly where Wilkes would be, in the Saloon, either drinking himself to death or playing with the women or cards, or even all of the above. Jacob knew Wilkes had to be punished, but he had to be punished by military law, not the sheriff, but if Wilkes causes trouble in the town, this places the military in whole in a whole heap of trouble. Jacob had to hurry, at least Sergeant O'Callahan was a huge tough Irishman who knew how to fight, and Wilkes truly feared him, which was the reason why Jacob requested O'Callahan. But will Wilkes comply or will trouble finally catch up to Jacob?
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