This is the story of your revenge.
You won't call it justice. Papa always said justice is...
You won't call it justice. Papa always said justice is...
Revenge Story
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Introduction
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
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This is the story of your revenge.
You won't call it justice. Papa always said justice is just a word people hide behind, so they don't have to admit they're just doing as they like. It certainly seemed that way to you. When they hanged the men who tried to keep your papa from buying their land, those men were called bandits, and outlaws, and worse names beside. The newspapers called it justice, and everyone was quite happy that the railroad came, that papa's factory was built, that the zeppelin anchorage went up.
When the newspapers reported your Papa's death, they called him names then, Robber Baron, villain, and worse. They still used his railroad, still worked his factory, though it was now owned by one of his business partners. Workers were happy to bring home the money to their families, buy things brought in by rail, travel by zeppelin to visit relatives, but they spit on the grave of the man who gave those things to them. They wanted prosperity, and they wanted to hate the man who gave it to them. So they did. The newspapers called that justice, too.
Well, you are your Papa's daughter, so you wont hide by calling it justice. He didn't raise a weak wallflower, so now that you're old enough you are going to go out and get what you desire, the death of the four people responsible for ruining your life. Revenge, pure and simple.
First is the old man who brought your enemies together. A hired gun of papa's who disappeared on a job. Later, it turned out he decided he couldn't go through with it, killed his two fellow hired guns and wandered away, conveniently with all the money papa had paid all three of them. You bet he told himself some comforting lie about how he was doing it for the farmers, but he was no where to be found when papa forced them off that land three months later. What you really can't forgive him for is holding you back from helping papa, even after everything was over, all you could do was watch your home go up in flames, and your papa's body with it. You heard he was a preacher now, which was fitting. Now he could spread the pretty lies he tells himself to the masses.
Then there was the zeppelin pilot. You couldn't call her a captain, not when her "zeppelin" was the tiniest you've ever seen. It could barely hold five people, and didn't need an anchorage, it was small enough to land on just about anything. You had your suspicions on what she used that thing for when she wasn't aiding in the destruction of your family. She couldn't be making enough money on her occasional stunt shows to keep herself in the air, much less live on, so you'd bet your bottom dollar that she was doing something unlawful. Still, they didn't shine away from working with her, and that was how they got to the mansion so easily, bypassing the sheriff and his men in the town, and the hired guns set to watch the road leading to the mansion. They just landed right in the backyard, near where papa and you would take picnics when the weather was nice.
Next was the bounty hunter. A man willing to get his hands dirty. The only difference, near as you could figure, between your father and that man was your father actually got decent money for his work, instead of peanuts. He had been the one who really took it to the few men who were trusted enough to live at the house, and used every trick in the book to get the drop on them. He was the one who started the fire that burned everything, and set the stage so your papa was alone, half-asleep, and desperate to find you. That man had collected the bounty of a few of your father's men, stole the small safe kept at the mansion, and continued on living like he had done before.
When your papa ran through the burning mansion to find you, he found the last person on your list. Some farmer's daughter, out for revenge but calling it justice. Your papa, half-distracted with worry, tried to to gun her down, but in his haste he missed. And the woman didn't. Even though you were far away, you still saw everything. How your papa struggled to bring his gun to bear. How she shot him a second time. How she approached a dying man to tell him words that would make her feel good. And how she shot him a final time in his heart. You often wondered what words you would say to her when the time came, or even if you would say anything at all. She would be last. She was always going to be last, but practical concerns made it it a certainty. As a reward for her "justice," she had been made a U.S. Marshal, first female Marshal of the territories. Even your papa knew better than to get on the wrong side of the government, at least openly, so you had no choice but to leave her for last.
The last four years have been grueling, and you welcomed the pain. It gave you grit and helped prepare you against the hardships to come. Now you're an adult woman and ready to hunt down those who done you wrong. Normally, you'd have no hope, but you got something special from your papa that will give you an edge.
[] His gun, one of a kind. A four shot revolver made to fire special ammunition of his own design. [+Quick Draw skills +Handcannon -Low Rate of Fire -Gun is instantly recognizable by those who have seen it]
[] His notes and tools. Your papa was a genius, years ahead of anyone else. [+Steampunk Cyborg arm +Mechanical Aptitude -Arm limited by energy -Combat skills not using cyborg arm]
[] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
With your papa's legacy, four years of preparation, and a powerful need for revenge, nothing is left standing in your way. You aim to begin today.
Four Remain:
1) The Preacher
2) The Pilot
3) The Bounty Hunter
4) The Marshal
You won't call it justice. Papa always said justice is just a word people hide behind, so they don't have to admit they're just doing as they like. It certainly seemed that way to you. When they hanged the men who tried to keep your papa from buying their land, those men were called bandits, and outlaws, and worse names beside. The newspapers called it justice, and everyone was quite happy that the railroad came, that papa's factory was built, that the zeppelin anchorage went up.
When the newspapers reported your Papa's death, they called him names then, Robber Baron, villain, and worse. They still used his railroad, still worked his factory, though it was now owned by one of his business partners. Workers were happy to bring home the money to their families, buy things brought in by rail, travel by zeppelin to visit relatives, but they spit on the grave of the man who gave those things to them. They wanted prosperity, and they wanted to hate the man who gave it to them. So they did. The newspapers called that justice, too.
Well, you are your Papa's daughter, so you wont hide by calling it justice. He didn't raise a weak wallflower, so now that you're old enough you are going to go out and get what you desire, the death of the four people responsible for ruining your life. Revenge, pure and simple.
First is the old man who brought your enemies together. A hired gun of papa's who disappeared on a job. Later, it turned out he decided he couldn't go through with it, killed his two fellow hired guns and wandered away, conveniently with all the money papa had paid all three of them. You bet he told himself some comforting lie about how he was doing it for the farmers, but he was no where to be found when papa forced them off that land three months later. What you really can't forgive him for is holding you back from helping papa, even after everything was over, all you could do was watch your home go up in flames, and your papa's body with it. You heard he was a preacher now, which was fitting. Now he could spread the pretty lies he tells himself to the masses.
Then there was the zeppelin pilot. You couldn't call her a captain, not when her "zeppelin" was the tiniest you've ever seen. It could barely hold five people, and didn't need an anchorage, it was small enough to land on just about anything. You had your suspicions on what she used that thing for when she wasn't aiding in the destruction of your family. She couldn't be making enough money on her occasional stunt shows to keep herself in the air, much less live on, so you'd bet your bottom dollar that she was doing something unlawful. Still, they didn't shine away from working with her, and that was how they got to the mansion so easily, bypassing the sheriff and his men in the town, and the hired guns set to watch the road leading to the mansion. They just landed right in the backyard, near where papa and you would take picnics when the weather was nice.
Next was the bounty hunter. A man willing to get his hands dirty. The only difference, near as you could figure, between your father and that man was your father actually got decent money for his work, instead of peanuts. He had been the one who really took it to the few men who were trusted enough to live at the house, and used every trick in the book to get the drop on them. He was the one who started the fire that burned everything, and set the stage so your papa was alone, half-asleep, and desperate to find you. That man had collected the bounty of a few of your father's men, stole the small safe kept at the mansion, and continued on living like he had done before.
When your papa ran through the burning mansion to find you, he found the last person on your list. Some farmer's daughter, out for revenge but calling it justice. Your papa, half-distracted with worry, tried to to gun her down, but in his haste he missed. And the woman didn't. Even though you were far away, you still saw everything. How your papa struggled to bring his gun to bear. How she shot him a second time. How she approached a dying man to tell him words that would make her feel good. And how she shot him a final time in his heart. You often wondered what words you would say to her when the time came, or even if you would say anything at all. She would be last. She was always going to be last, but practical concerns made it it a certainty. As a reward for her "justice," she had been made a U.S. Marshal, first female Marshal of the territories. Even your papa knew better than to get on the wrong side of the government, at least openly, so you had no choice but to leave her for last.
The last four years have been grueling, and you welcomed the pain. It gave you grit and helped prepare you against the hardships to come. Now you're an adult woman and ready to hunt down those who done you wrong. Normally, you'd have no hope, but you got something special from your papa that will give you an edge.
[] His gun, one of a kind. A four shot revolver made to fire special ammunition of his own design. [+Quick Draw skills +Handcannon -Low Rate of Fire -Gun is instantly recognizable by those who have seen it]
[] His notes and tools. Your papa was a genius, years ahead of anyone else. [+Steampunk Cyborg arm +Mechanical Aptitude -Arm limited by energy -Combat skills not using cyborg arm]
[] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
With your papa's legacy, four years of preparation, and a powerful need for revenge, nothing is left standing in your way. You aim to begin today.
Four Remain:
1) The Preacher
2) The Pilot
3) The Bounty Hunter
4) The Marshal
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WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] His gun, one of a kind. A four shot revolver made to fire special ammunition of his own design. [+Quick Draw skills +Handcannon -Low Rate of Fire -Gun is instantly recognizable by those who have seen it]
This way our father will also participate indirectly in killing his murderers.
This way our father will also participate indirectly in killing his murderers.
- Location
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Pronouns
- He/They/She
[X] His gun, one of a kind. A four shot revolver made to fire special ammunition of his own design. [+Quick Draw skills +Handcannon -Low Rate of Fire -Gun is instantly recognizable by those who have seen it]
I'm intrigued.
I'm intrigued.
- Location
- Who Knows
[X] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
Because playing a seemingly unrelated rich girl and subverting the character trope in personal revenge seems like a fun start.
Because playing a seemingly unrelated rich girl and subverting the character trope in personal revenge seems like a fun start.
Elle S.
Victim of Isekaitis
- Location
- Canada <3
[X] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
I liked the gun reason with Papa having his revenge as well but I really want us to be a fancy lady maneuvering things in the shadows, just sipping tea while they beg underneath our feet then die.
I liked the gun reason with Papa having his revenge as well but I really want us to be a fancy lady maneuvering things in the shadows, just sipping tea while they beg underneath our feet then die.
- Location
- Everywhere and Nowhere
[X] His notes and tools. Your papa was a genius, years ahead of anyone else. [+Steampunk Cyborg arm +Mechanical Aptitude -Arm limited by energy -Combat skills not using cyborg arm]
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Ooh, I'm liking the premise. 
[x] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
I'm quite curious to see how you'd make an entertaining story from this option. Money is clearly the most OP superpower. 50/50 chance this just turns into a CKII quest.
[x] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
I'm quite curious to see how you'd make an entertaining story from this option. Money is clearly the most OP superpower. 50/50 chance this just turns into a CKII quest.
- Location
- Ruler of the Pacific Ocean
[X] His notes and tools. Your papa was a genius, years ahead of anyone else. [+Steampunk Cyborg arm +Mechanical Aptitude -Arm limited by energy -Combat skills not using cyborg arm]
After a while we could sell the technology and become the ironman of the wild west. It would also be like the fusion of both his life's work and daughter to bring sweet retribution to those who did him in.
After a while we could sell the technology and become the ironman of the wild west. It would also be like the fusion of both his life's work and daughter to bring sweet retribution to those who did him in.
[X] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
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ConfusedPotato
Unverified Verifier
- Location
- Australia
[X] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
- Location
- USA
[X] His fortune. Not everything went up in flames. [+Flunkies +Resources -Personal Combat Skills]
While the other options get us a normal revenge story for the most part, money is different. I don't think I've ever seen a revenge story where that was what was left.
While the other options get us a normal revenge story for the most part, money is different. I don't think I've ever seen a revenge story where that was what was left.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
[X] His gun, one of a kind. A four shot revolver made to fire special ammunition of his own design. [+Quick Draw skills +Handcannon -Low Rate of Fire -Gun is instantly recognizable by those who have seen it]
Seems appropriate fpr a western-themed quest.
Seems appropriate fpr a western-themed quest.