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Fill Your Hand, You Son of a Bitch - A Cowpoke Quest

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The southwest of New Alleghany, on the border between the young Republic of Manassas, the older...
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The Ballad Begins - I
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    • Rat King

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    Izutsumi-pilled
    The southwest of New Alleghany, on the border between the young Republic of Manassas, the older Federation, and the Empire of Taxcoco, is a relatively lawless place. It is still in the process of being settled (well, "settled"; the indigenous people don't particularly like the idea of being absorbed and in the aftermath of the Alleghanian Civil War, they've been making a fight of it) and it is a mountainous country - full of expansive vistas, rolling hills of prairie, harsh deserts, and lush valleys. There's gold in the mountains and land for the taking, if one can hold it. Communication is maintained by telegraph wires and horse-back rider, but the creeping, iron tendrils of the railroads drive further south and further west with each passing year. All three nations are jockeying for position as he Federation and the Republic lick their wounds and the staggering Empire eyes them both, looking for an opportunity to regain lost territory.

    It's a place where being quick on the draw can be the difference between life or death. Where knowing the right trade language can keep you from being chased out of town. Where playing the wrong hand can leave you dead over a "friendly" game of cards. It's also a place where one can make their fortune - through cattle, through land, through mining claims. Or you can run the risk of getting a hangman's noose and try stealing from people who have already done all the hard work.




    The harsh desert sun beats down on the cracked, rocky badlands. As far as the eye can see there are rocky hills, mesas, and the scrubby plants that dot this area of the country. You're aware of the heat of the sun and the dry heat of the still air, the scent of dust, as you come back to yourself, swimming back into consciousness. Your skull feels like it's about to split and your mouth feels dry, like you've been chewing on cotton, and you can taste copper on your tongue. Blood - probably your blood.

    So, who are you?

    [ ] A cowboy
    [ ] A cowgirl
    [ ] A cowpoke

    And where are you from?

    [ ] Federation of Allegheny
    [ ] Republic of Manassas
    [ ] Empire of Taxcoco
    [ ] Write-in (subject to QM veto)
    Adhoc vote count started by Rat King on Nov 23, 2018 at 4:16 PM, finished with 23 posts and 19 votes.
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    • Kate Elwing, Bounty Hunter; formerly of Manassas

    Iron (your gunfighting ability): +1
    Rough (physical prowess and daredevilry): +0
    Slick (Negotiation, charisma, lying, etc): +0
    Smarts (Book learning and mechanical smarts): +1
    Wild (Luck): -1

    Inventory
    Hat - this is your trusty, favorite hat. It keeps the sun and rain off and you'd be very sad if anything happened to it.
    Duds - sturdy traveling clothes; nothing special.
    Canteen - Your brand new canteen, which you bought for a dollar. Some bushwhackin' son-of-a-bitch has a shot a hole in it.
    A .45 Cochrane Revolver, Model of 1873 - Your trusty shooting iron; two of the chambers are empty.
    Moccasins - They're actually kind of comfy.
    Wallet - It's empty.
    Adhoc vote count started by Rat King on Nov 23, 2018 at 3:01 PM, finished with 4 posts and 3 votes.
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    • [X] A cowboy
    [X] Write-in (subject to QM veto): Your ancestors have been of Dyskeland just a halfcentury ago; But an failed coup and a successful escape had turned them from provincial nobles into perpetually broke settlers, and your inheritance could be largely described as an infirm grasp of Dyskelandic, a run-dawn ranch and a polished sixshooter.
     
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    [X] A cowgirl
    [X] Write-in (subject to QM veto): You're a formerly Albian subject, from *notCanada. Your cattle ranch up north got paved over, so now you're down here. It's hot.
     
    [X] A cowpoke
    [X] Write-in (subject to QM veto): Your ancestors have been of Dyskeland just a halfcentury ago; But an failed coup and a successful escape had turned them from provincial nobles into perpetually broke settlers, and your inheritance could be largely described as an infirm grasp of Dyskelandic, a run-dawn ranch and a polished sixshooter.
     
    [X] A cowboy
    [X] Write-in (subject to QM veto): Your ancestors have been of Dyskeland just a halfcentury ago; But an failed coup and a successful escape had turned them from provincial nobles into perpetually broke settlers, and your inheritance could be largely described as an infirm grasp of Dyskelandic, a run-dawn ranch and a polished sixshooter.
     
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    [X] A cowboy
    [X] Republic of Manassas

    "You see, there was this fella. Y'all should seen him. Very dashing.
    So we meet each other at the harvest festival and one thang lead to another so...
    ... I am no longer allowed in Blackridge Springs for unatural practices."

    Am I doing this correctly?:V
     
    [X] A cowpoke
    [X] Akitsukuni
    Stranger in a strange land
     
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    [X] A cowpoke
    [X] Write-in (subject to QM veto): Your people had been here long before the "New Allegheny" discovered you. Though they and Manassas claim to own the lands of your ancestors, you care little for the lines they put on their maps.
     
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