Ye Olde West. (Game officially underway)

[Kyrian]

DeLorean's all set and ready.

[Supagoof]

The sun was setting in the western sky. At the local saloon, a card game was being played. Marshall’s Supagoof and Raldor were enjoying the evening, sipping on whiskey and winning a few hands. Going around the table, there was Lucky – who, despite his name, was having a very bad night, Graklok – a rookie to the game, and the twins Beymar and Emiralk – these two seemed to communicate without words, and were very tough, but not impossible to beat.

A young boy, not more then 15 years of age, runs into the saloon.

Marshall! Marshall! There’s a holdup at the bank! 5 masked men.

Excuse us gents. Duty calls. Supagoof says, picking up his money and hopping out of his chair.

Never seems to be a dull moment in this town, eh Supa? Raldor comments.

The two get up to head out of the saloon. As they are about to head north to the bank, gunshots are heard from the south part of town.

Dangit anyhow. No way we’ll be able to cover both areas. Any of you want to help? Supagoof asks the other card players.

Sure ting Marshall.

Aye, my luck wasn’t here tonight anyway.

Opah. We’re always looking for a little fun.

Fine, Beymar and Emiralk, you go with Raldor to the bank. Lucky and Graklok, you come with me to the alleyway. Consider yourselves deputized.

The two groups split off and head to their destinations. At the bank, a group of masked bandits are mounting their horses and about to take off. They spot Raldor and company coming closer.

Kiyah! Says the leader, turning his horse, and heading out of town with the other bandits. Raldor leads his group in chase. The bandits head into the mountains with the Marshall not far behind. Shots being fired are heard.

The next thing you see is Raldor’s horse coming back. Dragging behind it on a rope, are three bodies. Raldor, Beymar, and Emiralk. Pinned to Raldor is a note.

We came for your money, but your bank didn’t have enough. So now we’re going to come collect from each of you personally.

Pecos Petey.
Meanwhile…..

Supagoof leads Lucky and Graklok down to the alleyway. As Supagoof peaks around the corner, he spots wanted outlaw - Billy the Kidd. So Supagoof spins around the corner, holding his shotgun.

Freeze Billy! You’re under arrest for the slaughter at the OK corral.

See boyz. Told ya if I caused a ruckus they’d come running. Billy says outloud to no one in particular.

Huh? Supagoof exclaims, then looking up, he spots others in Billy’s gang. They drop down on top of him, causing him to drop his gun.

Hearing the attack, Lucky and Graklok come around the corner. They are too late however, as Billy’s quick draw lays them dead in their tracks. Walking over to Supagoof, struggling against the others holding him on the ground, Billy bends down.

OK corral was nothing. Just imagine the fame and price on my head for killing you, Marshall.

Billy takes out a knife and makes a clean cut across Supagoof’s throat. He then takes the blood and writes upon an alleyway wall.

Here lies Marshall Supagoof. Any of you attempting to leave will be shot, and any of you attempting to stay will be shot, until I’m known as the most notorious outlaw in the land. Now, have yourself a nice day.

Billy the Kidd

p.s. That’s Kidd with two d’s.

Raldor, Supagoof, Beymar, Emiralk, Graklok, and Lucky were all killed. The (game and) Day begin.

Gold - The town has 62 coins total. 32 players.

Everyone should have received a PM with role and how many gold coins they carry.

Please send us a PM if you did not receive a PM or if you have questions.

Day ends Thursday at High Noon (Board time) or 47 hours from now.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Ooohhh, that's bad luck fellers! I tol' the Marshall he shoulda taken a stake with me. 'Cause there's gold, I say, GOLD I say, right here in this town!"

The Crazy Old Prospector takes a long pull from his clay jug then starts digging a hole in the floor of Kyrian's house.

[Castaras]

Castaras leans back against the bar, one hand idly placed on her gun, listening to some people talking of the recent killings. She smirks and makes her way over to the group.

Billy the Kidd with "2 Ds" eh? Mayhaps I shall call him with 1 "D", just so that I annoy him more. Aye, that would work...

She grins and leaves the bar, to go check the bank.

[Bassetking]

Rex Basset, owner and purveyor of "Basset's New Dry Goods" (Don't ask about the Original 'Bassets Dry Goods'; some business about a Wendigo in the Root Cellar) slowly shakes his head, goes back to sweeping his shop clean...

...and thinks about how he'll have to mark up his supply of Hemp Rope.

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian notices the hole digger. He quickly throws the tarp over the DeLorean. HEY! Get out of here!

[Alarra]

Alarrabelle comes out of the saloon when she hears the commotion, but stops at seeing the bodies being dragged behind the horse. "Oh!" She steps back, before turning to a conveniently located male also standing on the porch. "Why isn't this just terrible? Oh do go do something about the bodies, won't you?"

[Lord Magtok]

((Yay! The game has finally begun!))

A guy with a rather odd looking eye examines the corpses, and shakes his head with sorrow.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

The Crazy Old Prospector looks at Doc with honest, complete astonishment. "Who're you?" His eyes tighten. "You're here to jump my claim, ain't ye?!?"

[Eldritch Knight]

A tall man walks out of the hotel.

"I say, this crime should not go unpunished. We must catch these scoundrels with due haste." He turns to Alarrabelle. "Pardon me, Madamoiselle, but I am new here. What can you tell me about these poor men?"

[Shadow]

An indian wearing wodden clogs and no shirt steps up to the wall and looks at the words scrawled in blood.
"I can't read the words of the white man. What does that say?"

[Saurous]

Eli walks out of the saloon, heading towards the slowly growing group. He reads over the words, looks down at the corpse, and looks over at Riverdancer.

"Well, it says that some outlaw called "Billy the Kidd" is going to hunt us down, mate."

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe walks into the street from the saloon.
Hmm...it's a shame.
Vespe walks into his house and comes out again with some very nice Indian looking clothing.
Tradition states that we must dress the dead in the finest clothing, then lay them upon a blanket. Any loved ones must take a final look, then we must wrap them in another blanket, tie it up with buffalo hide rope, then place them in a sitting position on a horse. Then we take them to a cave or crevice, preferably high in a mountain. Then they should be placed in a sitting position, and place rocks and wooden poles around his body.

Oh wait...I forget. I still am not sure how you white men do it.
Vespe walks off, muttering something about how he misses the wide open Comanche plains and drinking from a bottle of rum.

[Alarra]

Alarrabelle considers the tall gentleman, before fixing him with an approving smile and offereing her hand with the practiced air of aristocracy not often seen in backwater towns such as this. "Why hello there. My name's Mrs. Alarrabelle Bransford. What a simply horrible welcome to town this must be."

She turns toward the bodies, which her NPC had clearly not done anything about. "That one there's Marshall Raldor, oh...great man, he is, and those two are the twins, Baymar and Emik, I believe. They're usually in here playing cards." She points at each in turn, before batting her eyelashes back in the gentleman's direction. "But now to the important question...What's your name?"

[faerwain]

In his dusty tuxedo, Faerwain hobbles closer with his bandaged leg.
He takes down the huge Lady's hat with the yellow peacock feather he is wearing at the dead bodies.
"Kidd with double d? He's got to be 'kidding'", he announces with his german accent. "Of course it's Kid with one D, as the word 'Kid' comes from the greek-egyptian word 'kidney', because having children gives you pain in the entrails.
As the schoolmaster always said, when we were discussing science back during my time as assistant forest ranger in Moritzburg, you cannot trust someone with such a sloppy orthography.
The dead bodies also indicate this man is up to no good."

[Zeb The Troll]

Dis make Mongo MAD!

*Mongo punches a horse. It falls down.*

*Mongo gives a squinty-eyed look at all those gathered about, as if to scare one of them into confessing*

[Eldritch Knight]

Ma'am, My name is Strong. Hamish Strong. I am a business man, but it would seem that I've come into town at a very inopportune time. I can only hope this matter is resolved quickly....

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

((I would just like to take a moment to urge people to steer clear of offensive Native American stereotypes. Would it be acceptable to talk in patois like an 1850's slave? I thought not.))

The Crazy Old Prospector gets back to work on Kyrian's basement floor.

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian pulls his rifle out, with a telescope tied to it, and fires at the ground in front of the Prospector. Out of my house!

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Yeehee, that's it sonny! Shoot some more holes in the floor! There's gold, GOLD down there! Heehee!"

[HyramGraff]

One of the gamblers in the saloon gets up and Points at Indurain.
"Your winning streak has been too good. I think you're cheating."

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian aims up at the Prospector. Out. Now.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Whoa, there sonny. You should be careful where you point that thing, people might get scared." The Crazy Old Prospector looks around. "Say, you got a shovel down here anywheres?"

[Kyrian]

Yes, outside, and around back.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Great! Go fetch it and give me a hand, so we can get to the GOLD!" The Crazy Old Prospector resumes digging.

[Hitchhiker]

Hitch frowned and cupped a hand to his ear upon hearing the commotion near an alleyway several buildings down the street. Spurring Randall on as he rode down the dusty path, his expression changed from concerned to horrified as he saw the body lying up against the wall. Rubbing the black horse's neck and deftly leaping to the ground, he walked nearer to the corpse and paused, removing his hat and putting it to his chest.
"He was a good man, too, the marshall..." After a reflective moment, he glanced up at the bloody signature on the wall and glared, fingering the pistol at his belt with wrath. "I will gut that spineless toad Kidd and nail him to a hitching post!"
Looking down at Faerwain after hearing his last remark, he nods. "Well, of course he's up t'no good. You can't kill a marshall, threaten townspeople, and not be up to something bad."

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian sighs, getting annoyed with this Prospector. You know, this ain't where the real gold is...

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

The Prospector's eyebrows shoot up. "You know something, do you sonny?"

[Kyrian]

Oh yea...Allarabelle is hiding huge hoards of gold under her house. There's where you need to be digging.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Is she now? Clever girl, that one."

The Crazy Old Prospector shouldlers his pick and starts to head up the stairs, then turns back to grab Kyrian's arm. "Well, come on boy! We'll grab your shovel on the way out, then we'll be rich! RICH, I say! Heeheeheee!"