The Real Old West

[Tanis]

This is a historical RPG, with elements of fantasy-horror thrown in. It will be similar to "Darkwatch", the western-vampire-horror FPS developed by Ubisoft.

The Backround
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It is 1875, and the expansion west has revealed horrors that no one had ever even imagined. Undead rule the lands west, marching from an unknown system of caverns some say is a gate to Hell itself. The frontier towns like Deadwood and Las Vegas are almost constantly under siege from these demonic forces, while outlaws corrupt the towns from within, not caring about the undead on their doorstep. The U.S. Army is doing the best it can to protect its citizens, but the undead have taken several towns already have fallen, and the eyes of the undead have fallen on the gambling town of Tombstone, where your part in this hellish conflict begin.

The call has gone out from Tombstone. A regiment of U.S. Troops are on the way, with only a company protecting it at the moment. The battlements are manned, and the town is as ready as it will ever be. Rise to the challenge and stand with the soldiers, or go about your own personal business.

The RPG Information
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You may play as soldier or gunslinger, man or woman, living or undead. Choose your path and be creative. The undead Tombstone faces are intelligent enough to use small arms and bows and such, but they are not smart enough to use artillery. The character sheet is below, try to be specific but brief. You may begin play immediately after putting up your character sheet.

Name
Age
Height
Weight
Bio
Equipment

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Name: Kane "Quick-Draw" Johnston

Age: 28

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 190 lbs

Bio: Kane Johnston was born to an abusive father and drunkard mother, both of which wanted nothing to do with him. His father was a well known gambler and killer-for-hire, who beat him everyday for the first thirteen years of his life. It was at that age of thirteen that Kane decided he had had enough of his life. While his mother was at a local bar, Kane got his father's pistol and shot him in his sleep. He fled their house in Abilene, and lived for eight years as a cattle-thief and worker for the local cattle baron. It was at this time he abandoned his last name and began calling himself Quick-Draw, appropriate given his great skill with his pistol. For the last seven years Kane Quick-Draw has been in Tombstone. Some say he is an agent of the Sherrif, some say he is a killer-for-hire, but either way, he is in Tombstone and he is one of the best fighters around.

Equipment:As an excellent shooter, he carries a high quality firearm. His Smith & Wesson is modified to fire .45/70 shells that deliver rounds at high speeds. Though the recoil is massive, the stopping power is more than that of a .45 LC Peacemaker. For more long ranges shooting, He carries a Henry 1860 Rifle that also fires .45/70 shells, allowing him the need to carry only one ammo type. He also carries a single shot .32 derringer in his jacket pocket.

Here is a Smith & Wesson Schofield
http://www.coon-n-crockett.org/1875schofield.jpg

Here is a henry 1860 Rifle
http://www.westernarms.com/i/Collectrs%20Armry/Henry_Rifle_22-1030L.gif

Here is a single shot Colt Derringer
http://www.pishtov.com/Colt/Colt_Derringer_Third_Model_Thuer.jpg

[Nickodemus]

Name: Thomas Smith
Age: 34
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 220
Bio: Thomas is a man without a past. All he remembers is he was found with bag, couple of guns, and his hat. He enjoys hunting the dead and putting em down one more time.
Equipment: No good with a pistol, Thomas carries two double barreled shotguns sawed off short and in holsters at his hips, He also carries a Remington Rolling Block w/Brass Scope wich he uses to great efficiency knocking them off. He mostly works as a for hire man, and he doesn’t like it when his bar is disturbed. He has enough ammo on hand for both his rifle, and his shotguns. His other items are a flask, a rather large knife, his duster and hat. He generally is dressed in black.

Any questions. Ill post up a good intro if we can get a couple of others to jump in here. And Ill be in the standard place if anyone comes looking. lol

[Tanis]

[ Kane "Quick-Draw" Johnton ]
[ Cat's Eye Tavern ]
[ Getting a drink ]

The stump of the cigarillo fell, almost in slow motion, onto the wood floor of the Cat's Eye Tavern as he approached the bar. His long black coat reached down almost to the floor, concieling his S&W pistol and the Henry rifle. He got tot he bar and reached into his pocet, drawing out another cigarillo and a match. He put the cigarillo into his mouth and scraped the match across the bar, causing it to flare with light as it burst into a small flame. He lit the cigarillo and dropped the match to the ground.

He took a draw on the cigarillo and slammed a few coins onto the bar. The bartender, who had been serving another patron, came over to Kane.

"What can I get you today? I am John, the bartender."

"A bottle of whiskey, please."

He picked up the coins and brought out a bottle of whiskey, and a shot glass. He left the bottle and the glass, and went to serve another person. Kane took the cigarillo and picked up the bottle and drank straight from the bottle, before putting the cigarillo back into his mouth and taking another draw.

As he exited the tavern, he dropped the stump of the cigarillo and finished off the last of the whiskey. Dispite drinking it all, he was still sharp and aware, ready to take anything on. A strange sound drew him to a side alley, where he saw something in the shaodws....

It took a huge bite out of the dead man's arm, chewing it in its long and serrated teeth. It had rotting, blacked skin and long claws. it was wearing tattered clothes and a six-gun at its decaying hip. The undead creature looked at him for a second, and its hand fell to the pistol. Kane was faster. His hand litterally flew to his S&W and he spinned it as he lifted it to the creature, as it just lifted the pistol out of the holster. Kane fanned the hammer on his own gun, emptying all the chambers on the undead. It flew against the building from the impacts. Kane opened the flip-top revolver and reloaded from his belt, before closing the top and training it on the undead gunslinger as he approached the other man.

He was dead, haing been half devoured by the creature. Kane took his purse. The dead had no need for money. Just as he turned to leave, the dead man sprang at his back, trying claw him to death. Kane was thrown to the ground. He couldn't get to his pistol, but his right hand found his derringer. He poked it over his shoulder and fired, point blank into the head of the zombie. It flopped over him, and Kane stoof up, brushing off his long black coat. what the hell was goin on? Undead? All the people were leaving their homes and running towards city hall, where fotifications had been constructed by the company of 7th Cavalry troops that had been stationed in Tombstone. Kane looked to the bartender who had just come running out of the Cat's Eye Tavern.

"What the hell is going on?" Kane asked

"Orders from the mayor, everyone is falling back to Town Hall. The undead are here in Tombstone, and have already taken some of the southern buildings!" He replied.

Kane joined the group, running for Town Hall. He took the Henry Rilfe off his back, and began to load the magazine, as the group raced down the street. A zombie came around the corner just in front of the group and smahed the head of the bartender in with a tomahawk. Kane raised the rifle and fired, re cocking the lever and fired again. He kept running unril he got to the fort. He jumped up into one of the wooden towers covering the southern approach, and watched as the people who were headed for the fort were cut down by gun fire from the undead. He raised the Henry rifle and began to pick off the zundead who showed themselves.

[Nickodemus]

"What the hell is going on?" Kane asked

"Orders from the mayor, everyone is falling back to Town Hall. The undead are here in Tombstone, and have already taken some of the southern buildings!" He replied.

Kane joined the group, running for Town Hall. He took the Henry Rilfe off his back, and began to load the magazine, as the group raced down the street. A zombie came around the corner just in front of the group and smahed the head of the bartender in with a tomahawk. Kane raised the rifle and fired, re cocking the lever and fired again. He kept running unril he got to the fort. He jumped up into one of the wooden towers covering the southern approach, and watched as the people who were headed for the fort were cut down by gun fire from the undead. He raised the Henry rifle and began to pick off the undead who showed themselves.

<meanwhile>

“Sir, you are ordered to go to the Town hall for your own safety.” Replied one very scared looking private. “Well, it sure doesn’t look like we are making it now does it?” Replied Mr. Smith. “Seems you made it to me just in time, now I suggest you get a rifle out of the case over their and start shooting.” Mr. Smith put down his spyglass and picked up his trusty gun. He aimed and then fired. One by one their heads came off. The private was amazed as he watched the old man. “Well, are you gonna shoot them boy, or wait here to get eaten?” came the old mans question as he kept up the shooting. The private realizing they were getting closer started shooting too, but his inexperience showed through. He was either missing them, or wasting valuable ammo hitting them in all the wrong places. “Boy, hit em in the head. It should drop them at least, if not kill them again.” The old man chuckled at this and let a couple more rounds fly from his gun. “Dammit, there’s too many of them. We gonna have to make a break for it. Go get the floor open son.” He said as he dropped a couple more of them. The private went to the floor and opened it up. A tunnel went down a bit and then headed out. “It heads out of here, dug it myself for just such an emergency. <BANG> Well correct that I dug it to get out of jail, never knew I would use it to get into jail.<BANG> It has a trip wire in it incase anyone uses it so get boy. We’ll run down it and set it off sealing it from the zombies. <BANG> Grab some gear out of the cabinet and move.” <BANG> He dropped a couple more and then jumped in after the private with the bag in tow. As he pulled a stick of dynamite out of his bag he simply said. “I’d run boy if I was you.” He then lit a cigar, then the dynamite and threw it up into his house. “Well run boy! RUN!” They got a good 50 paces before it went off sealing that end of the tunnel. After a time they got up, brushed themselves off, and continued on. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.” Said the old man. “Here, have a drink.” He said as he handed the private his flask. The private took it obviously shaken by the events. After an hour of moving forward in the tunnel they came out in the basement cell of City hall. “well, this should do till they find us, course that might require some explaining but o well. Were alive ai'nt we?”

[Tanis]

[ Kane ]
[ Tombstone Jail ]
[ Looking for ammo ]


CRACK came the report from his rifle as Kane shot down another opponent. He set down the rifle and twisted the barrel, opening up the magazine. He dropped in another dozen shells and lifted it fire again, but found that the remaining undead were not advancing, but digging in in the buildings about a hundred yards from the fort wall. He decided to leave the wall. He climbed down a ladder, and when he got to the bottom he drew his pistol and cocked it. Better to be safe than sorry. Just then an explosion brought him to attention.

A flurry of activity about the fort began right after the explosion. Officiers screamed out orders, while the men ran about with spyglasses trying to see what had happened. Kane decided it wasn't worth his caring about, and stopped a Corporal whos was giving out orders.

"Where can I find .45/70 ammo?" Kane asked.

"The jail is being used as an ammo dump check there" The man replied.

Kane enetered the jail, reaching for another cigarillo. he decided it was less than wise, and put the matches back into his pocket. He checked the labels on the boxes of ammo, and finally found a box of .45/70 ammo in the very back, in one of the cells. He opened it up and began to fill his bandolier with shells. Just as he was leaving, his foot sank into the ground, opening up a large hole in the ground. A five foot drop ensued, and when Kane hit the ground it was on rock. He groaned slightly and stood up, groping around for his rifle.

He finally found it and lifted it to his shoulder, scanning the passage in front of him. It was dark, but he could still see slightly. He decided to explore, walking at a slow pace until he could hear whispering. Ahead of him he saw two figures, both hefting rifles. Kane lifted the Henry rifle and trained it on the larger of the two. He decided to check and make sure they were not undead.

"Who'a that there! speak up or I'll shoot!"

[Tag Lordquimbley]

[BlackHawk]

Name: Matt Walker
Age: 20
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180lbs
Bio: Matt was born on the outskirts of Tombstone on a farm. He worked on the farm with his two brothers and father all his life. At the age of 16 however Matt discovered guns. A wolf had been terrorizing the livestock and his father took him out and showed him how to hunt. That day was a day Matt would never forget, he found his passion and sacked his first kill. A year later Matt won the Tombstone Rifle Contest, and the rest was history.
Equipment: Matt uses a .45 rifle and a .45 colt as well (similar guns to Tanis') he also carries two knifes one by his ankle and another at his hip. His ammo is in two belt strapped around his torso in an 'X' pattern.

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Matt Walker
Just outside town hall
Fleeing to town hall

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Matt and two Privates from the U.S. army were retreating along a dusty road. The buildings are both sides were boarded up, wrecked and utterly unhabitable -- the problem was something was inhabiting them. At the sound of some eerie moans one of the Privates shot his rifle at the house. The bullet shattered one of the boards over a window. In retaliation a tomahawk came out of the gap in the window and landed with a thud in the Privates forhead.

The other Private paniced and began running down the street, Matt followed him after firing into the window. There was a thud, Matt hoped it was one of the undead things falling to it's death...again.

As Matt reloaded his gun and continued to flee towards the town hall -- only 20 feet now -- with the only remaining private he recounted the last few life-changing moments.

Matt had been coming back from the woods after an unsuccesful attempt at bagging a wolve that had been attacking a farms livestock when a Sergeant and 5 Privates commanded him to come with them.

'Since when have I been under your control? And why should I go to the town hall?'

'Have you heard the rumours about an Undead army?' asked the Sergeant calmly.

'Of course, probably made up by some drunk' retorted Matt.

'They're real and the undead are coming to Tombstone -- they already have some of the Southern buildings. The whole town's retreating to the town hall' said the Sergeant quite frankly.

'You'd be a fool to stay' interjected one of the Privates.

'Fine then, lead the way' said Matt, subconciously checking his gun.

From there it went to hell, the Sergeant and 3 of the Privates died on the way when they were ambushed by a couple of the Undead. And now another of the Privates had fallen victim.

Matt and the Private made it into through the Southern gate to the fort erected around the Town Hall without getting attacked. It seemed the Undead hadn't made it this far from the South yet and were content with occupying the buildings. They must be planning something thought Matt.

"My -- my name's Tim" said the winded Private, holding out his hand. Matt shook the privates hand and grinned.

(OOC: Fun :) ).

[Nickodemus]

<Mr. Smith>
<Unhappy>

He finally found it and lifted it to his shoulder, scanning the passage in front of him. It was dark, but he could still see slightly. He decided to explore, walking at a slow pace until he could hear whispering. Ahead of him he saw two figures, both hefting rifles. Kane lifted the Henry rifle and trained it on the larger of the two. He decided to check and make sure they were not undead.

"Who'a that there! speak up or I'll shoot!"

"Thats what i was just gonna say to you boy. Now that i know you ain't one of em, I'm gonna suggest you stop right there and dont move any futher less you wanna get dead." Mr Smith had his "Pistol" pointed at the man.

"And why is that?" said Kane.

"Beacuase, if you look down at your feet you will notice a trip wire. Hit that and not only will the roof colapse. the explosives will get ya. Now on the count of three we drop our guns. 3...2..1.."

They both dropped there guns and put them away. "Now how do you explain having being in a tunnel under the City Hall?"

"Its my tunnel, I spent enough time in that cell that i made myself an escape hatch. Used to come in handy. I could go home and get a good nights sleep and then be back by morning for the judge. Now lets head on up. That way is kinda blocked off unless they can dig, wich in that case were in trouble because there were a hole load of them attacking my house."

<tag back, ran out of steam>

[Tanis]

[ Kane ]
[ Secret Passage ]
[ Leaving the Passage ]

" I suggest er get ourselves to the surface. I had the bad fortune of finding your passage and the five-foot drop beneath it. The jail is being used as an ammo dump. Here is the situation. The undead control all the southern building up to about 100 yards of the fort. The west east, and north are all clear so far. We have approximately 120 government troops here, along with four Gatling guns and two Hotchkiss 37mm Mountain Guns. Fortificatiomns have been set up, and the undead are digging in."

Kane stepped aside, and motioned for the other man to lead.

"Lead on, god only knows what other traps you have made"

[BlackHawk]

Matt Walker
Town Hall fort
Defending?

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"We need men on the southern walls!" bellowed an Officer from the top of the South wall above all the panicked screams.

Matt hurried toward the south wall and hurridly went up the stairs. When he got to the top of the battlements he realized why the Officer needed men. Arrows were coming in waves from the southern buildings, some sunk into the wooden wall with an eerie THUD, others were true to their owner's aim and impaled one of the many men atop the wall. One man to Matt's right was hit in the neck with an arrow -- blood began to spurt from the man's neck in a fountain, drenching those around him as he panicked. In his panic the man fell from the battlement 15 feet to the ground.

Drenched in blood Matt peered over the battlement wall to get another look at the enemy -- and to pick a target. Ducking quickly Matt made sure his rifle was loaded and ready then he popped up and quickly took aim. BAM. He quickly ducked back down and began to reload his gun, he had a smirk on his face, he knew the shot was good.

"Great shot young man" said an Officer to Matt's left who had the air of a greatness.

"Thank you, sir" replied Matt, readying to take another undead down. He popped up once more but quickly ducked back down as another wave of arrows whistled over head. "Guess I should be careful" Matt said to nobody in particular.

"That's for sure, these things have pretty good aim considering they're eyeballs aren't always where they should be" replied the Officer frowning at all the casualties littering the battlement. He quickly hopped up with the agility of a man twice his age and shot towards one of the many southern buildings inhabited by the undead.

"There has to be more we can do then taking potshots at these things" exclaimed Matt as he took down another one swiftly.

[Nickodemus]

<Mr. Smith>
<I have a plan>

"Lead on, god only knows what other traps you have made"
"Well god knows how you made it this far, but yup, there are a couple. <pause> but hold on i got me some extra stuff might come in handy." Mr. Smith started looking around and after a breef time said "A ha, here it is." He moved a boulder out of the way and a couple of rockis to reveal a small cave. Inside were three boxes of dynamite and some other suppies. clothes, blankets, stuff like that.

"Old man, you amaze me." Said Kane. "What were you planing on a war?"
"Well no, but you can never vo to cautious now can ya. As my pappy used to say. 'Save for a rainy day. Now help me get these up into that fort of yours and asses the situation."

They went up into the jail uneventfully without much talk except the usuall neighborly introductions. Mr. Smith found out that He and Kane,s dads knew each other and hell out here that made them almost related. They made in out. Each of them and the private carrying a box. The private wished them well and headed back to his unit. "you tell your superiors to come find me if they need me to verify your story alright?" said Mr. Smith. The private just waved and ran off saying thanks as he did. He looked over at Kane "Now lets get these over to the south wall and have us some fun shall we?"


<LOL TAG>

[Spartan-II]

Name: Andrew North
Age: 28
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
Bio: Andrew was born to a wealthy merchant in Virginia. At the age of fifteen, he was forced to kill a man who tried to mug him. At sixteen, he started hunting with a few of his fathers friends, and thus his talent with a gun was revealed. When he turned Eighteen, he felt that he needed more, so he moved West. He mostly travelled aimlessly until 1874, when he settled down in Tombstone.
Equipment: Two Cimarron model 1873 Winchester rifles, and a .45 Colt Peacemaker. He also carries a Bowie knife, just because.

Post coming soon.. Soo.. tired..

[Tanis]

[ Kane ]
[ Tombstone ]
[ Organiing Offensive ]

An anonymous soldier cried out in pain as he fell of the southern battlements, and arrow in his throat. Kane was tired of this siege. He decided something had to be done to break it. He jumped atop his horse, and fired off a single round from his pistol into the air, drawing most people's attention.

"All right, Listen up. If we let them encircle us, we are dead no matter how well we can shoot and hit them. So I am going to lead a force outside the fort to establish a defensive line along our eastern border. I need a platoon of soldiers, and any willing man to come with me."

He rode his horse slowly towards the eastern gate house, while the foot soldiers followed behind him. Several of the civilians grabbed their rifles and followed as well. Just as Kane got the gatehouse, he looked over his shoulder and called out.

"Last chance."

[BlackHawk]

Matt Walker
Town Hall fort
Joining the offense (rawr)

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Matt stopped reloading when some man upon a horse shot his into the air. He was not the only one who's attention was diverted, many of the soldiers and civilians turned to look at the man.

"All right, Listen up. If we let them encircle us, we are dead no matter how well we can shoot and hit them. So I am going to lead a force outside the fort to establish a defensive line along our eastern border. I need a platoon of soldiers, and any willing man to come with me" the man bellowed.

"Hear, hear" said Matt, picking up his stuff and shuffling over to the stairs keeping his head down. When he made it down the stairs the man was nearing the Eastern gate, he hurried up so that he caught up with the horseman as he walked through the gate.

Walking along side the horseman Matt said, above the excited talking of the gang of gunslingers and infantry behind him, "I hope you have an idea, because that heroic speech isn't going to win this war for us, and losing is not my forte."

(OOC: Just a quickie to get my character there before you roll out :) ).

[Tanis]

[ Kane ]
[ Outside Tombstone Fort ]
[ Setting up defensive line ]

"Losing is not what anyone wants. If we are going to hold until reinfrocements arrive, we cant be bottled up in the fort."

The group of twenty-five men left the eastern gate, heading out about three or four houses and setting up fortifications within those houses. The eastern defensive line was four houses in total, starting right next to the Fort. There was no fuss from the undead, they apparently eithr didn't know about it or didn't care about it. Either way, Kane was not going to complain. The eighteen soldiers split into their six men squads and set up in the three houses closest to the fort, while the remaining seven tooktheir post in the farthest house. Kane took the farthest house, and came in carrying many bandoliers of ammo of all kinds. He dropped it on the ground and then men came over and got the appropriate ammo. Kane moved up to the top floor with another man, who turned to him and spoke.

"What now?" He asked

"We wait" Kane replied.

[BlackHawk]

Matt Walker
Easter Houses - Farthest House
Playing the waiting game

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The two men with Matt on the bottom floor were both nervously peering out the windows that faced the road outside. Sitting in the corner opposite the door and the windows facing the road, Matt was sitting still listening for any sound that might warn him of an Undead attack. One of the guy's turned from the window to face Matt and asked "so, why are you out here?"

"Well, I don't have any family, they died long ago, and I think any man that comes out here will help just that much more" Matt said quite frankly.

"Very noble of you. Me? I'm here for fame and glory -- the army wouldn't take me because I was a 'liability' -- blind in one eye, y'see" he added when he saw the questioning look on Matt's face. "I'll show them 'liability,' " he continued, "when I bag me a bunch of these undead things" said the man.

"And you?" Matt asked the other man who had stayed quiet.

"Well, the army gave me a choice, sit in jail and wait for the Undead to get me or get off my ass and help. I was convicted of murderin' twenty men out west, I have some idea of what I'm doing with a gun and I'm not about to miss out on some killin', 'specially when it's legal" he said with a toothy grin.

"Well, no matter, as long as you're in it for the, umm...right reasons?" Matt said giving the convict an odd look. "Well if you have my back when the battle get's dirty I'm not complaining."

"Oh, sir, on my word as a human being you can trust me. Why would I kill a human when there's a horde of undead on our doorstep. I'm not insane -- I just don't take insults very well."

A cool breeze put a stop to their conversation as they all looked out into the street. The street was clear much to their relief, but the question was for how long would it stay clear.

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: Sorry it took so long. ;/)

Andrew North
Eastern Houses - Farthest
That old, familiar feeling..
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He had re-entered Tombstone to get something to drink and get more ammo. He had been out on an an 'expedition' to bag some undead and collect the small bounty offered. He had enough for more bullets, a bottle of whiskey, and a few days stay at the local brothal. (Which coincidentally is an all-in-one joint.) He had been heading in for a drink when he heard the alarm, and so he ran to Town Hall. He found it nearly closed off, so he counted himself lucky to have made it. Helping the defenders was easy, take a pot shot, duck. Then rinse and repeat. This had continued for several minutes until a man got on his horse and told them his plan do establish a defensive line.

He thought back on this as he watched for any sign of the undead. They were annoyingto kill, but a shot to the head usually did the trick. He was in the upstairs of the farthest home. watching form a busted window. A conversation started below him, he could hear it through the cracks in the floor. He listened to the conversation and kept watching for the undead. He noted the men's names and other information, and re-doubled his efforts on his post as Sentinal.

A few more minutes passed when he saw it. A small band of undead were deliberately making their way across the open terrain, occasionally moving behind each small piece of cover that was afforded.

"Due East, the undead are moving up!" he said, leveling his rifle at the closest undead. He sighted the head, and squeezed the trigger. It's head exploded in a shower of rotten debris, and the other undead began running towards the building, shooting wildly. He did this two more times before he ducked below the window to avoid the incoming fire. He heard the others around him shooting the undead for all they were worth, and heard one man yell, "They're getting too close! We have to stop them!" Taking this to be his cue, he popped up and disposed of three more with his rifle, and ducked under again to retreive his Peacemaker. He popped back up and began picking off the closer ones.

He ducked back down under the window as the last one was finished off. It was only 20 yards from the building, and it had nicked someones arm at the end. He reloaded his Cimarron again, and waited.

[Nickodemus]

Mr. Smith
Waiting to roll
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"Well, course I'm coming with you son. Sounds like you have a plan wich is better than sitting in the fort waiting to die. What is it again by the way? I stepped out to get me4 a drink and a light?" said Mr. Smith




<Occ> sorry for the shortness. but I'm still here and ready and stuff. too much going on with me grrrrr

[Tanis]

[ Kane Quick-Draw Johnston ]
[ Tombstone Defensive Line, Farthest House ]
[ Defending the Line ]

CRACK came the report from his Henry rifle as Kane fired his last shot in the magazine. Not taking time to reload it, he drew his S&W Pistol and blasted another two in the heads before they took cover about 20 yards from the defensive line. Another shot from a Spencer carbine hit the window pane about an inch from Kane's head. He quickly ducked under cover, along with Andrew.

Kane reloaded the pistol, and stood up again, firing all six chambers, taking down four undead. A volley of rounds from the bottom floor took out another pair of undead, and this caused all the remaining undead to take cover.

He twisted the barrel on his Henry and began to reload the magazine with shells. He popped over the window pane and fires three shots at a pair of undead in a window, taking one of them down. Another shot from a house nicked his ear, but Kane deftly located the sniper and picked him off with a single shot. He ducked again to reload his Henry, when he noticed the Winchester 1873 the man carried.

"Those the new Winchesters? I never could afford one. This Henry is a good rifle though, dispite being old. I am Kane Johnston, former outlaw turned Army Agent. Who are you?"

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Sorry for not posting guy's, been busy).

Matt Walker
Eastern Houses - Farthest House (bottom)
Under attack -- Duck and cover!

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In one of the many akward silences that day a call of alarm came from the top floor of the house: "Due East, the undead are moving up!" Matt immediately set into action, pulling his gun up to eye level he strafed towards the window sighting down the road, he was able to pop off one of the undead before a few arrows pattering the walls of the building spooked him. The other two men -- the blinded one named Ross and the convict named Jon -- were taking wild shots through the windows by sticking their gun above them and through the window, squeezing the trigger and then reloading.

"Don't waste ammo, either aim and make the shot worthwhile or sit there and let me do the work!" growled Matt in frustration. Too many times has a war been lost due to lack of common sense.

Soon enough most of the Undead in the street were slaughtered, the top of the house making most of the kills, and the remainder scurried into the cover of a saloon. "What now el capitan" Matt belowed to the man in the top floor who had taken charge.

(OOC: Let's not let this beauty die).