Redwall Abbey

The sun beats down onto the hardened earth as a lone buzzard circles overhead. Even the snakes and locus stayed under their rocks today. Several weary travelers riding upon weak limbed horses slowly trotted towards where they hoped the town of San Camina lay.
Having traveled day and night though the merciless desert and scrub forests they had drained all of their water. Hopelessly lost and exhausted they rode on, hoping for a stream or helpful rancher. A sudden cry of joy from one of the riders as he pointed out the distant houses on the horizon. Kicking their horses to speed up they rode onward too San Camina.

Hello comrades, today we start a new Overlords orders and as much as I like the traditional futuristic style were going to take a little trip to the wildest time in the US history.

Sign Ups are open so I hope to see you there, Good Luck and have Fun.

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The Rules
We will have an overlord (or overlady), who will be all powerful and control the game.
Everyone else will be a servant of theirs to do his or her bidding, which will be a new assignment at the beginning of each round.
The game begins by the Overlord issuing a task, sending out their servants, and then summoning everyone before them and questioning them about whether they got the thing they wanted.
Any given round may have anywhere from a developing storyline and plot to pure and simple tasking. At times, the gamemaster (Overlord) may deviate from the general pattern and do something different at the end than just another task.

Example Round:
Let's say the Overlord might have wanted a jeep to use.
Stage 1: Introduction
The Overlord sends out their servants on a task and they return, and the Overlord will question their servants and ask them why they failed to bring them the thing they wanted (which will invariable happen, no one ever succeeds).
Stage 2: Defenses
Players can then blame their failure on some random thing (like maybe an elephant destroying the jeep) or someone else in the game; anything to shrug themselves off from fault.
Everyone can then blame someone, themselves, keep silent, or introduce some sort of new feature that happened while acquiring the item (in this case, a jeep). Eventually, the Overlord will process the information and decide who failed.
Stage 3: Punishment
The person chosen to have failed by the Overlord is then thrown out, vaporized, or something creative, by the Overlord's orders. The idea is to not be this person, and to survive as long as possible.

Likely, the Overlord will choose the best defenses as survivors.

Player defenses may not exceed 750 words per post. Unless your post has gotten noticeably quite long, you are unlikely to be hitting this limit.

Inter-game rules: The winner of any round is given host-ship of the next game. This can tie in with them going from servant to overlord, or it can be original.

General Guidelines:
Free roleplaying, or game spam, is fine. This means having yourself eat a banana, talk about the weather or river dance.

Whenever someone says something about an event, it becomes fact. It is what happened. If someone says an elephant destroyed a jeep, then anyone calling that person a liar is for certain lying; the jeep was destroyed by an elephant. What's up for telling by someone else is, for example, who set the elephant on the jeep. Also, a character doesn't know what someone else's motives were in doing or saying something -- they can speculate on those motives, but saying about someone, for instance, that "they meant to kill the Overlord" is not automatically factual.

Godmoding pertaining to persons should be restricted to some extent, just try to keep things with at least a hand in plausibility. Powerplaying is allowed. However, it cannot affect players between tasks. For instance, you cannot have a servants contract a disease and be unable to speak, or even die. You can have them be sick during the task, but you cannot impede them during the Sessions before the Overlord.
Normally, the Gamemaster will have technology restricting servants to a base during the game to prevent physically roleplaying and keep the game focused on its purpose. Overlords can power play.
Also, you cannot use an excuse like being brainwashed or cloned during the task. You are you - and you are responsible for what you did wrong.
All posts after the game begins should contain IC text; there should be no posts that are only OOC chatter.
No "backseat moderating". You may ask the Overlord whether someone else's post violates the rules, but do not tell that person, whether by making an OOC comment or PMing them, that they are in the wrong. The Overlord is responsible for managing the game.
Remember to keep things civil, stay inside the board rules, keep all hands and legs inside the game until it comes to a complete stop.

Past Overlords:
Overlords Order's I (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=722.0) - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders II (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=888.0) - James Gryphon
Overlord's Orders III (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=948.0) - DanielofRedwall
Overlord's Orders IV (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=1088.0) - Matthias720
Overlord's Orders V (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=1246.0) - Redwall Musician
Overlord's Orders VI (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=1549.0) - Tiria Wildlough
Special Holiday Round 2012 (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=3022.0) - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders VII (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=3361.0) - Matthias720
Overlord's Orders VIII (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=4241.0) - Romsca
Overlord's Orders IX (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=6441.0) - rusvulthesaber, James Gryphon/Tiria Wildlough
Overlord's Orders X (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=6679.0) - Taggerung_of_Redwall
Overlord's Orders XI (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=7007.0) - James Gryphon
Overlord's Orders XII (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=7133.0) - Jasper!



Sign Ups
#1- James Gryphon (Skilled Veteran)
#2- Delthion (Desperate Avenger)
#3- Soren the Warrior (Warrior's Revenge)
#4- Sagetip the Hare, (First Appearance)
#5- Lord_Ashenwyte (That Guy)
#6- Sam (Quiet Guy)
#7- Winifred (I can't think up a funny phrase)
#9- Izeroth (The late one)

Any connections to people living or dead is completely on purpose and should be assaulted with the full extent of the law. Any loss of hearing, sight, hair loss, sanity loss, or the losing of anything is also on purpose and should be attacked with the full extent of the law. Everything in or on the thread is illegal and belongs to the Overlord community and should be, you guessed it, attacked with the full extent of the law. You should have anyone that posts on this forum thrown into federal prison immediately If you agree with this statement please put this code into your post when you post here. AZT56T

This round won't be connected too any previous rounds directly so there is no need to read though the entire Overlord's series.

I'm in.

Not Gryphon again!!! ;D ;D ;D

Anyway, I really really want to be an Overlord for a round, I have a great idea! So hopefully I'll win this round! ;D

Overlord Orders III: Revenge of the Warrior
I'm in.

Same here, I really want to join.

Not so many sign ups this time around. :(

Give it a week. There aren't always a lot of signups within the first day or two.

NOOOOO! I really want ot play! Oh well, guess I need to be considerate.

I want tae join. RAKKETY TAM!

Man, we can't win with James out there.

I did ;D

Oh yeah. Well that's why your the overlord and we're not.

Quote from: Soren the Warrior on January 25, 2015, 02:46:43 PM
Man, we can't win with James out there.

Ah could try.

*sigh* *looks at title* Hmm...  a new OO. I doubt i'll win, but everyone is joining. *thinks* maybe I'll get higher than 5th place, which I got 2 times in a row. Call me... 4th+ placer... (hopefully). (I join)

You just need to be confident and save yourself from any accusations as fast as you can then just let the others duke it out :P

So I'm going to go ahead and begin, if you still want to sign up you still have time, but after the first round is half way over the sign ups close.


IC:

Even the coyotes know to stay away from San Camina, it's many gun wielding residence jump at any excuse to take a shot, and many never missed. Now as the strangers rode down the road several residences tapped their weapons threateningly eyeing the new faces with suspicious and deadly intent.

You sometimes couldn't tell the difference between and poise of sheriffs and a bunch of scared young people.

The group stopped outside the sheriffs jailhouse, the sign riddled with bullets holes. It was barely still hanging above the door.
Jumping down from their horses the travelers limped over too the door their legs sore from the long ride. One of their number summoned all his courage and rapped twice upon its frame pulling back quickly as if expecting it to bite. There was a long silence as both the travelers and the town held it's breath waiting to see what happened.
"Come in an be quick ya lazy dogs!" The assembled did as they were bid pushing to get though the door, stumbling they found themselves in a dark room with a large table somehow shoved inside. The cells along the walls were empty the doors swung open the bars rusty and filthy. Many weapons of all kinds from tomahawks to repeating rifles were stacked along the walls. Scalps and other less disgusting trophies hung from the roof.
In the middle of it all an imposing figure leaned back on his chair, his feet propped up on the table.
He was impressive even sitting down, short and stocky wearing solid black clothing and thick cowhide boots. On his head was a brown ranchers hat pulled low over his eyes and around his waist was a revolver with a grizzly tooth necklace around his throat.
The travelers stared at him and he stared back, a no nonsense look on his face. He waited while the assembled shuffled their feet and wrung their hands nervously glancing around at the rather impressive array of weaponry. As the silence continued one of the mans eyebrows raised a sneer crossed his face.
"Well don't just stand there all day the buzzards are a circling you've been stanin there so long!" He held out his hand allowing one of their number too hand him a large letter. Leaning back the man ripped open the paper and pulled out the rather long letter scanning it quickly. A small sigh escaped him and he folded the paper and slipped it into a vest pocket.

"Well now, I'm a lot less confused by the number of you lot. So I suppose ya'll are ta be my newest gang members. Pah ya lot look like pushovers, I know twelve year olds with more gut in em. Maybe your jus tired eh, well I need people that can't be pushed around." He stood up and motioned at the chairs placed around the table. "Sit all of ya."
The group gratefully found a chair waiting for the man to speak again.
"Well I assume ya don't know my name, well the engines call me Spattereye an that's what ya'll will call me, Spattereye or sir an I wont except anythin less. If ya haven't heard a me I'm the overlord in these parts, and I expect the correct respect deserved to me." Now ya might not know it, but San Camina is the center of my own personal empire.

"All around is twelve farmin towns that pay me tribute on a regular basis. Ya'll's task is simple. Ya enforce my simple rules, kill any potential advisories or hero's. And doing exactly what I say. I ain't very forgivin when it comes ta failure so be carful, or I might have to deal with ya." He pulled the revolver from it's holster twirling it once before replacing it.

"Now I ain't got nuthin for ya at the moment so I want ya to get outfitted have a drink, get ya horses bedded down an come back here quickly. I'll be gone for a while so jus stand out by the door till I come back."

With that he ushered the group out before disappearing out a hidden back door.



Six Hours later

Spattereye leaned forward in his chair a slight grin on his scared face as he examined the sorry sight sitting with him.
"Well I've been hearing some interesting stories about Ya'll's antics tonight. What's this about holdin up my rather skilled tailor for better clothin? Wasn't what he gave you good enough? Or the attempted climb to the top O my water tower, were ya really that thirsty. An then ya went and knocked it down, my water tower, busted, gallons of water wasted. An best yet the massive bar fight in my saloon eh, an here I was thinkin ya'll were tired. Were ya not able to do anythin I told ya? Even Ya'll's horses are missin," He laughed leaning back and taking along drink.
"Speak up I can't stand it when somebody mumbles."

"Most gracious and esteemed sir, I was at the tailors, and I was completely fine, but then he said to someone in the back, that he was planning on sending Martians to take over the town and install himself as Overlord, I was in favor of going back to our work with what we had and telling you when we got back so we could fulfill our mission. But then Sam just took over and drew his revolver on the tailor, it was a fine sketch, but then Ash must've thought that it was a real revolver and held him up. With the water tower, I was stuck on the ground, holding the safety rope. With the bar fight, I was punched by a random patron and was knocked out before it even started. With the horses, I think Sage dealt with that."

Sir, I wasn't preset at the bar fight, tailor shop or horse incident. When we had arrived for the mission, Sam told me that Sage was going to take care of the horses, and that there was a problem with the water tower. He said there was a hole in it, and that bird were pooping in it and it was going to give the town the Bird Flu. So I hurried up to the top to inspect it, hoping to find a solution to the alleged problem. However, when I got up there, there wasn't a hole. It's was fine. All of the sudden, the water tower started shaking. Del, who was holding the rope, quickly lowered me and the water tower fell as soon as I was near the ground. I was swept up in all the water expelled, and was pushed access the street and into a horse. It turns out this horse wasn't in a good mood. He reared up and kicked me, knocking the wind out of me. When I regained my composure, there were all six of our horses, running down the street. Astonished, I chased after the masked rider, but couldn't keep up. As I walked back toward town, Sam and Ash were riding two bills, with blind holds on the bulls, holding a sombrero hat and a bottle of whisky, chasing after the horses! I have no idea what that was about, infact, this is ALL I know. This is everything that I was involved with. I wasn't included in any of the other antics of the other servants Sir. I was only helping.

Are signups still open? If so, I'm in.

OOC: Alright your in you can go ahead and start.

Milorde, I will tell you a full account of what happened. It is true that I held up Sam, but he was going to shoot yer tailor. It was then when Sagetip, carrying a bottle of whisky and hiccuping tied me up to his leg and dragged him to two blindfolded bulls and Sagetip knocked me out with out with some bills and a sombrero with chloroform. As for the bar fight and the water tower, I was unconcious at the time.

I wasn't at the bar fight, or the water tower either. I was going to have a little fun with everyone, as Sagetip said everyone had a lot of time, but Ash held me up.  As for what happened with the bulls, I think Ash explained that. If I were you, I wouldn't trust sage tip.

Mightiness, as for the horses, I was merely attempting to secure them agianst any trouble while Del, Ash and the rest worked out... other complications. As I was moving them, the water tower started to fall, the horses started and they ran off toward the desert. I blame this all on sam, he was the one who shoved whisky down my throat and threatened me to do the things I did to Ash, threatening to snipe out all the others. After being knocked out by rogue bulls, I came to and noticed sam trying to move the horses back near the small pond formed by the water tower and drown them. This is purely his fault, he must've spread dissent throught our partners with word of mouth. I thought I saw Brad Pitt making out with a bull, so I was distracted.

Quote from: Sagetip, the hare on January 28, 2015, 09:21:03 PM
Mightiness, as for the horses, I was merely attempting to secure them agianst any trouble while Del, Ash and the rest worked out... other complications. As I was moving them, the water tower started to fall, the horses started and they ran off toward the desert. I blame this all on sam, he was the one who shoved whisky down my throat and hypnotized me to do the things I did to Ash. After being knocked out by rogue bulls, I came to and noticed sam trying to move the horses back near the small pond formed by the water tower and drown them. This is purely his fault, he must've spread dissent throught our partners with word of mouth. I thought I saw Brad Pitt making out with a bull, so I was distracted.

OOC: Sage you can't say that you were hypnotized by someone. it's okay though, I said that someone hypnotized me my first year too.

OOC: Can I still join?

Quote from: SilentSam on January 29, 2015, 12:52:04 AM

Quote from: Sagetip, the hare on January 28, 2015, 09:21:03 PM
Mightiness, as for the horses, I was merely attempting to secure them agianst any trouble while Del, Ash and the rest worked out... other complications. As I was moving them, the water tower started to fall, the horses started and they ran off toward the desert. I blame this all on sam, he was the one who shoved whisky down my throat and hypnotized me to do the things I did to Ash. After being knocked out by rogue bulls, I came to and noticed sam trying to move the horses back near the small pond formed by the water tower and drown them. This is purely his fault, he must've spread dissent throught our partners with word of mouth. I thought I saw Brad Pitt making out with a bull, so I was distracted.

OOC: Sage you can't say that you were hypnotized by someone. it's okay though, I said that someone hypnotized me my first year too.
Fixed it.

OOC: Izeroth if you make your first post soon, then yes you can I think your going to be the last late sign up. :)

 Your gloriousness, I assure you that none of this occurred because of me. Most of it, actually, happened due to the incompetence of my partners. Allow me to explain:

Sagetip was attempting to "secure the horses against all trouble," but only because he planned on stealing them later and selling them to some armadillos. I know this because I overheard him cackling to himself as I walked to the bar. I went to warn you, but then the water tower started to fall, causing mayhem. In the confusion, I got hit by a falling signpost and got knocked out.

OOC: are we allowed to post more then once?

OOC: Yes.

Mightiness, I was merely attempting to secure money by selling the horses to assist in repaying all damage done. The armadillos were offering a deal I couldn't resist, so I had to sell the horses. However, the money was lost when Sam got be drunk. This is purely his fault, I still hold that claim.

OOC: I got really confused by the progression of events here, and had a bit of writer's block besides, but I'm giving it a shot now.

Gryph, a dark-haired, dark-clad, grim-looking man, listened stone-faced and played with his knife as the others claimed innocence. When Sage was done, he stretched, yawned, adjusted his black hat, and started to speak, in his dry Southern accent.

"It seems awful convenient that all these fellas were knocked out or asleep when the trouble started. Some folks back East might get by with makin' excuses for everything, but out here that'll only work so far."

"I'm not too sure about some of what happened before, but I can clear up how the bar fight went, boss. After all of the rest of this racket, me an' -- well, I thought it was everybody, I didn't count heads 'cuz I figured they knew what was going on -- the rest of us went over to the saloon to get something to eat and drink. Delthion was in there, singin' about "Home on the Range". He's no great singer, and he was getting noticed. After a few minutes of his noise (he sounded like a calf in a hailstorm), some guy in a mask finally walked up, grabbed Delthy by the collar, and said, "Shut yer mouth or I'll shut it for ya". Well, Delthy says, "If anything you should pay me for the great job I di --". He was cut off when the guy punched him, so hard that it knocked him out. Izzy, who had recovered from being knocked out earlier, and Sage jumped in and ganged up on the guy. One of the man's friends tried to pull a gun. I didn't figure you'd want any of the boys gettin' whacked their first day, so I cut up his hand with my Bowie. His pal went for a gun, and I shot him. After that it was a blur. When the smoke cleared it was just us; the other men had cleared out. Tender, waitress and piano man too. I left the pay for our meal an' a little extry for the mess on the counter."

OOC: What's happening? ???  ??? ???

OOC: Okay everyone I am so completely confused by what's going on as is everyone else. I do believe I'm going to have to come to a decision seeing it's been nearly a week. As overlord I would prefer if you called Spattereye Boss or sir or just Spattereye and not lordship or mightiness or anything like that, thx.

As Spattereye listened he slowly slumped forward, already exhausted by the long night's events the long nearly impossible to understand narrative. As the arguing continued he noticed one of them stayed quiet, neither speaking nor even glancing around much.

Spattereye finally snapped, flinging aside his chair he lifted his revolver firing two rounds into the roof silencing further argument.

"What in the name of rot an plunder are ya'll even yappen about. I have half a mind to end the lot of ya right here, right now. But I don't wanna waste expensive lead on Ya'll's worthless... well ya get the image I'm sure." He sat back down glaring daggers at the miscreants.

"Now ya might know I only expect the best from my men and the best get the best if ya catch my drift. Now I do the same for the worst, reaching forward he grabbed Winniefred shirt front pulling him close.

"Ya think your special, huh? Ya think it's below you to say anything of any worth? Well I don't think so. Well see how cleaning the cattle pastures in chains." Throwing his victim to the floor Spattereye stomped around the table, snatching up the lackey's leg he dragged him strongly to the door. Throwing him onto the dark dusty road.

"Take his worthless carcasses pastures an give him a shovel, if it doesn't work hard enough don't spare the rod!" The angry crowd happy to oblige, carried off the screaming and pleading Winniefred to his unending fate of hard labor.

Stomping back inside Spattereye collapsed into his chair closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

"Out! The lot of ya an don't come back till tomorrow morning, out!"


The next afternoon


Once again the group sat around the table, nervously fidgeting and squirming in their seats. Spattereye was standing his back to them, studying a map of the surrounding land.
"I have gotten word that one o' my little outlining farms has taken up arms against me. As ya might know this is unacceptable on so many fronts. Now what I want ya'll to do is normal and basic, ya go in rough up some people an take double of what their suppose to give an ya leave.
I going to have ya'll lead because ya have had some schooling up north and should be a little more contempt, hopefully.
Try to keep the bloodshed to a minimum cuz we need that farm. I'll supply you with say, eighty men an eighty five horses, that should be more then enough.

Keep ya'll wits about ya, might run into some nasty surprises. I'll see Ya'll back here for the report."


Eighteen and a half days later



"Well ya'll certainly surprised me, survivors of Ya'll's men told me you did a little more then roughed up the place, Ya flippin attack the town! And to make matters worse ya didn't even win, an when I heard that their was only seven hired guns defending the place I couldn't wait to hear more.

So lets hear it, how on this earth did ya manage to lose forty six o' my men an practically all the horses, then pushed out of the town an scattered everywhere by seven men? I can't wait to hear this one."

Uh, uh, Boss, well, several potholes took down many of your men, and the seven hired guns were Mississippi Stanglers an' we didn't stand a chance. Ash set off a dormant mine, and it hit the saloon alchohol storage and the bar went sky high. Del had firedd off a few shots and startled the horses, who ran off. A landslide started and the down was destroyed, I think I saw Sam up at the top of the mountain and playing the drums. Then some Rangers came in an' arrested Izeroth. That's all I can tell ye'.

Sir, I was simply following orders, when I saw 30 men fall of their horses and fall to the ground, I thought it was some kind of ploy to get out of the fight, the other sixteen were killed by the red ants that the hired guns had raised. They were bitten to death and I was attempting to hold my section of the line, which was now completely empty except for me, I fired a few shots and killed one of the gunmen, but just then the tailor came again and jumped next to me and shouted; "Boo!" I was startled out of my wits and convulsed and therefore fired, unfortunately it hit the ropes tethering the horses to the little thing, I don't know what they're called. Then I resumed the gunfight and Soren came over to help me, we killed another but then Sagetip gave the order to retreat, I followed orders immediately and Soren did the same.

Sir, that is true.  I had taken a position by the saloon when we staged our initial assault, which, by the way, was Izeroth's idea. When the mine blew, I held been blown from the saloon into the livery across the way. When I got up, there was all sorts of comotion. I saw Del and ran to him, seeing as he was all alone. We were under fire, and Sage told us to retreat. So we did. I have no idea what happened to our "Supreme Commander", as he referee to himself, Izeroth.

Er, Boss, I only gave the order to retreat becasue I knew that the fire ant would get us otherwise. I tred to find some water to drown them, but the mine had detroyed the underground water storage. I think Izeroth has an explaination for why he was arrested.

 I'll have you know that I was educated at a military academy! Naturally, I being the most skilled at strategy, I decided to plan the attack. Unfortunately, two dozen men deserted because "they didn't like a Yank telling them what to do." I might add that Soren tried to egg them on, although I don't think any of them even heard him.

Even with reduced numbers, I decided to launch the attack. It went pretty well at first, but we soon lost half our men to tripwires that Ashenwyte layed and holes that James Gryphon dug. I have no idea why they did it; perhaps they can explain.

Anyway, the attack might still have worked, but I suddenly got cornered and "arrested" by two drunken Texas rangers. They both missed me and shot each other, but I got knocked out by a falling horse.

When I awoke, the tattered remains of our force were fleeing the field, and the fire ants were crawling over everything.

Actually, sir, I was trying to egg them on. Literally, I had to cook breakfast because none of this dummy's knew how. So I had eggs and bacon, and was offering it to the ones who deserted. I was in no way trying to encourage them to do something, or desert. And we all know: Never fight a battle on an empty stomach.

Quote from: LT Sandpaw on February 04, 2015, 03:49:09 PM
"Now ya might know I only expect the best from my men and the best get the best if ya catch my drift. Now I do the same for the worst, reaching forward he grabbed Winniefred shirt front pulling him close.

"Ya think your special, huh? Ya think it's below you to say anything of any worth? Well I don't think so. Well see how cleaning the cattle pastures in chains." Throwing his victim to the floor Spattereye stomped around the table, snatching up the lackey's leg he dragged him strongly to the door. Throwing him onto the dark dusty road.

"Take his worthless carcasses pastures an give him a shovel, if it doesn't work hard enough don't spare the rod!" The angry crowd happy to oblige, carried off the screaming and pleading Winniefred to his unending fate of hard labor.

OOC: Really sorry, I was out of town and didn't have internet access.
I'll just read along :)

Sire, the reason we failed to take the town is this. Me and James Gryphon are skilled tacticians and so when we found out the town had seven elite rangers, we figured out that we would siege them out with minimum casualties. However, Izeroth stumbled in, ruined our planning boards, and forced us to dig potholes and lay tripwires. Along the way, a piece of bacon flew out and hit a mine and as I was about to try to remove the mine, the mine exploded. That is all, Sire.

Finally. Sorry for the delay.

"Izzy had us camp a ways outside the town the night before the attack that took place. Me an' Ash were up at watch, when Izzy got up from his bunk and started giving orders. He seemed a mite out of it; I think he mighta been sleepwalking. But the gun he had wasn't no joke, and so when he threatened to have us shot for insubordination, I figgered it was best to mind. He said we needed a defensive position to protect us against the oncoming army, hence the potholes and tripwires. Actually, Iz said to dig a trench; I only went through the motions of digging, and dug a few holes, to keep him satisfied. I intended to tell the boys about it in the morning, but as soon as Izzy woke up, he said "Welp, time to attack!" and started screaming at the top of his lungs. Anything I said was drowned out by the noise he was making, and encouraging others to make."

"Even at that, though, we still mighta done something if it weren't for the plan. Izzy told the boys to ride right into town, tie the horses up, and then dismount and start fighting. We rode right into oncoming fire. Izzy yelled not to shoot back, as that would be unsporting, so many against so few. We had to tie up our horses and dismount to fight them foot to foot "to make it fair". He even shot at three of our men who tried to shoot back. I don't know what notion he got in his head to make him do that. Delthy already mentioned that his shot went stray, and that caused the horses that we had tied up to run off. In between the incoming gunfire from the Stanglers and Izzy himself, it was a pretty sorry fight. Izzy had shot my gun when I tried to draw, so I didn't have a choice but to stay under cover."

"One more thing, boss, about the ants. Soren made bacon and eggs, all right, but he also served up a big batch of pancakes, with real Wisconsin maple syrup. That woulda been okay, I guess, except that we didn't bring spoons or forks or any o' that. The syrup dripped all over everything. The ants had been stirred up by the guns, all right, but I don't know if they wouldn't have gone after us 'less they smelled something."

As the last of the arguing died down Spattereye slowly clapped, his eyes narrowed and his faced turned bright red.
"What... That has to be the worst defeat I have ever heard of in... Well ever. I was beginning to wonder if ya'll were even worth the effort, it would be very easy to end this now." He fondled his revolver considering using, finally he placed it into its holster and stood pacing.

"I don't have luxury o' being able to deal with ya'll and since I'm down over forty men consider yourself lucky, but as for you." He stopped, pointing accusingly at Sam. "I hear ya did nothing, not even helping this bunch o' morons. I can't say I blame ya but every man must take his part, or so I've heard." With one quick motion Spattereye kicked over Sam's chair and dragged him to the wall. With a sudden jerk he tossed the unfortunate into one of the open cells slamming the cell door shut and locking it.

"Ya can stay in there an we'll see how long you live without food nor water." He roared. Turning his back on the pleading Sam he refocused on the cringing bandits.

"I've had just about enough so here's the deal. There's a man running around one of my towns claiming he will end my life, now we can't have this. Your task is simple, ya go to the town quietly ya finish him with a few rounds in the back, then you leave quiet like. Ya''ll got it, or should I explain in buffoon langue. Ya horses are waiting an I expect you back in ten days."

Fourteen days later.


"Ya'll are more useless then a pack o' empty whisky bottles, ya know what you can do with empty whisky bottles? Ya can throw them at useless swine like you!" Spattereye shouted throwing his hands in the air he leaned against the wall. Sam was gone and the room had a nasty smell to it.

"What is this I'm hearing about getting captured by one man the very one I sent ya to kill. Or Ya'll's escape attempt that burned down my town, The entire town! Or maybe the fact that ya were unable to kill the man an I had to do it myself last night?
Or maybe ya'll would like to explain why yer four days late? I'm surprised ya came crawling back. An on top o' all that ya'll started a war with the engines, the ones I worked so hard to make a pact with. Why would you even be at their camp, an why would you have the gall to insult their chief? Even I wouldn't call him Chief Big Head. Explain, an this better be good!"

"We pulled into town about 'leven o'clock. The first thing Izzy did, after we tied our horses, was walk out in the center of the street, shoot six rounds into the air, and bellow "THERE'S A MAN WANTING TO GET THE BOSS. BRING HIM OUT OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEADS." That gets some attention. So a fella comes out of the jail and says "I know just where that dirty scoundrel is, and I can take ya to him." Izzy agrees, and walks off with the man. We didn't see him again for a while. Anyway, after that Delthy gets bored, and says "Let's go to the saloon". I'm a little concerned over the Izzy thing, but figure that your hands need taking care of, so I go with them. Delthion sips down some water, and then starts babbling all about our mission here. The tender keeps noddin', sayin' "that's nice" to everything. Then, the fella that Izzy went with comes in and says, "A round of drinks for the visitors! Give 'em your most special drink, barkeep." Delthy, Soren and the rest happily drink it without asking any questions. Well, a few moments and they're actin' funny. I'm about to pull my gun, when someone hits me from behind. When I came to, we were all in a jail cell with Izzy."

"We're there for a bit, when the same guy who bought us our drinks comes in, laughing, and asks if we want anything to go with it. The rest want more drinks like the ones they had, but I ask for a smoke. He obliges and I light up the pipe. Now, this wasn't to smoke tobacco -- I hate the stuff -- but 'cuz I had a plan. As soon as the fellow leaves, I set the wooden hinges, which are real thin, on fire. I figure that they'll burn and the door will fall in, then we put it out with the bucket of water that we were left and get out. Well, it works, but when I tell Ash to douse it, he douses it with alcy-hol. The jail lights up in a second, and before we know it the whole town's ablaze."

"We just get our horses and get out, but we got no supplies, no weapons, and it's too far a trip to make it back without any of that. Sage says he knows some good Injuns that owe him, and would get us enough food to get home, and guns to do the job. So we go there, they feed us, and everything's fine, 'cept Delthy started runnin' off at the mouth, mocking them, thinkin' they don't understand what he's sayin'. Well, they did. He shouldn't had called them a bunch of yellow-bellied dog-lickin' cowards, but he did, and once he'd said that about them and the comment about their chief it was all we could do just to get away from them, much less track down the other feller and take care of him. No comprendo why Delthy said all that, boss, except maybe Soren put him up to it. Not sure what that was about. You'll hafta ask them."

 I'm terribly sorry about what happened, but the fellow who came to meet me was an old friend. Naturally, I trusted the man. It turned out that the guy was actually my old friend's twin brother, but that isn't important. The important part is that he locked me up in prison.

As for the irresponsible behavior of Delthion and Soren, I can personally attest to that. Not only did they do everything James mentioned, but they also mocked my mustache.

Yo boss, erm, abbut those drinks. So I saw the man you wanted captured dealing with Izzy's fella a coupla packets of this white stuff. I uses my spy glass and sees that it's modified nicotine, doesn't have a permanent effect on you. I left quickly and went to the saloon with the rest. I figgered that thedrinks would have the nicotine in 'em and I only pretends to drink 'em. I saw the rest act funny and choose to play along, better safe then sorry. I did see Soren messin' with Delthy right before we met the Injuns, though. Ya' never know, maybe he had some of his own nicotine.

Sir, I wasn't putting Del up to anything! In fact, he had told me his vile plans in a drunken manner. I was only trying to persuade him to NOT insult the Indians.
The ONLY reason that we drank from the drinks that got us in jail is because we trusted Izeroth and didn't have any reason to doubt him. We aren't always suspicious like James is.

Sire, the reason I doused the hinges in alcohol was because Soren had insisted we all bring alcohol and when I objected he almost shot me in the face. So when I went to get the water Delthion replaced the water with alcohol as a "prank". Since the jail was dark, I didn't see it wasn't water and splashed it on the door.

OOC: Gryphon, I feel I minor part of your pain in the previous round!

Sir, all of these things are true. But I shall start from the beginning, I was first complaining of sneezing, wheezing and coughing. Gryphon told me that he was a doctor and diagnosed me with allergies to the cedar wood that makes up the entirety of the former town, he gave me some medicine, but forgot to tell me that one of the side effects was intense and almost instantaneous intoxication. When I drank the water I also took the recommended dosage, two pills. WHen I was mocking Izeroth's mustache, I was still in my drunken stupor, and wasn't in control of my actions. Then I instantly became drunk, it lasted until the next morning when we were in the jail, then Gryphon said that he was very sorry that he had given me the wrong medication, the stuff that he gave me was for pain. He gave something in a different bottle, but this also was nearly instantly intoxicating, I then replaced the water with alcohol laughing in my drunken stupor. But then I was not responsible for anything else in the entire debacle, neither was Soren as a matter of fact.

Sir, Delthion speaks the truth. But, I'm afraid Ash doesn't speak the WHOLE truth.
You see, he neglected to tell you that the alcohal that I suggested we bring was for medicinal purposes. Everyone knew that James was no top-shelf surgeon, and we needed SOMETHING to ease the pain the patients would no doubt have from various bullut wounds and the like. And also, Ash had initially objected because he's on his 60 day chip and is trying to end the habit of tippin' the bottle a little too often. He didn't want temptation. But I told him, if he didn't let me pack medical supplies because of his lack of self control, he would be the one that would need the doctor.

Gryph scowled at Soren. "Watch yer mouth, boy. Maybe I ain't no Doc Holliday, but I know plenty about bein' a sawbones. Ya think you can do better?"

He continued speaking, not waiting for a response.

"Alcohol is the most common part o' any medicine, as any expert will tell ya. Well, we got two per-scribed doses, one for normal and one for that type that can't hold no liquor. If I'd known Delthy couldn't hold liquor I'd have adjusted for that, but Izzy claimed that Delthy can "drink a barrel dry" and never get drunk. Delthy was listenin' and didn't disagree, so I took Izzy's word for it and gave him a normal dose. And the medication I gave Delthion in jail woulda been fine, if he hadn't grabbed it outta my hand and drank the whole thing down, sayin' that he was in awful shape and needed as much help he can get."

A sickening chuckling resounded though out the room, Spattereye picked up a nearby bottle of whisky taking a massive swig he growled and laughed at the same time causing a ear wrenching sound.

Grunting he lifted his shirt too show a fresh bullet wound. The hole was black and purple with puckered edges like dead lips.

"Ya'll failed yer task." He spat out pulling his shirt back down. "It was a simple task an I, your leader took the fall. Now I'm wounded an incapable of doing some of the simplest tasks. But do I fail such a simple task even in great pain? Do I get drunk for no reason when my boss was in danger? No, no I would do my upmost, something ya'll are incapable of."

He clapped his hands together and the door banged open. A fierce Indian warrior stomped in fingering his tomahawk.

"I can't waste men no matter how useless they are but when I was speaking too, what was it you called him? Chief Big Head, he agreed to a new pact if'n I was willing to give him one of the men that insulted him. Seein how you he believes all o' ya are guilty this is an easy choice."

He motioned at Izeroth, the Indian moved quickly grabbing him by the back of the hair and raised his tomahawk.

"Not in here." Spattereye said quickly motioning for the man to leave. "I'm sure the chief would love to meet him alive first." The Indian grinned before dragging the yelling Izeroth out the door.

"No man risks my life with foolish shooting in the air and yelling my very instructions at people who hate me. Maybe ya'll don't know it so I'll tell ya. Those people hate me an they would do almost anything to be rid of me an anyone who associates with me."

Banging the table suddenly he made them all jump a evil leer on his face. "Seeing how you lot are useless in regard for any kinds of battle I have something else to keep yer busy. I have sixteen hundred heads o' cattle that need to be led down the River too the little town o' San Anton.

"Once there yew will sell them an come straight back here. remember it's a long trek so pack some good supplies."

Leaning forward Spattereye handed out tiny slips of paper to each one glaring angrily. Take this slip o' paper an when yew reach San Antonio give them to a lady by the name Mary B. Ya'll are then to protect her with yer very lives if necessary, on the return trip ya hear. Now go, and heed my warning, if something is to happen to her there will be hell to pay."

Two months later

The returning members of Spattereye's gang shuddered when they heard his cry of anger and pain. There was a moment of silence when the door burst open and he entered his face livid.

"I told you to protect her with yer lives if ya had too. An now she's dead, dead ya'll hear." He collapsed into his chair head in his hands before looking ferociously at them.

"Before she died she told me a few of the things that went on, but not the whole story. She told me ya'll lost half the herd in the water trying to make them walk upstream in the middle of a deep rough river. Then you had the gall to gamble all the money I provided then when ya'll lost all that ya'll all gambled my messages to Mary as well, losing them to a bunch o' mountain men."

"When ya'll actually reached the town yew like fools saw Davy Crocket an were to busy trying to get Ya'll's guns signed to notice the Mexican army stealing what's left of the cattle. When you finally found Mary ya'll were being chased down by a few hundred angry Mexicans because you stole all their tacos for revenge."

"Now Mary is dead by a Mexican bullet an ya'll have returned with no money my daughter dead and we are now surrounded by an avenging army o' Mexicans. So, maybe ya would like to shed some light on this little issue. An speak up, I want to hear every word."

Gryph sighed. "We headed to San Antonio, following a map that Delthion had with him. There was supposed to be a fertile valley next to the end of a river; we planned on stopping there overnight, watering the cattle, and continuing on."

"Somehow, our fearless leader Ash was off course. We were about forty miles south of where we should have been. Soren said that we couldn't lose any time going up, and that we needed to make a crossing. Delthion backed him up, saying the cattle could swim if need be. I thought that the river looked too high and fast for a safe crossing, and said so, but Soren said that I was just a worrywart and needed to get over my suspicious nature. They all agreed to that plan."

"Well, you know how that went. We took the remaining half of the herd to the next town, a little village next to the mountains. Ash was desperate. He knew you would be upset, and that, having set himself up as the head man in this trip, he though he'd take the fall for it. Other cattlemen were in town, having sizable herds of their own, so Ash talked them and some of the locals into a game of high-stakes poker. He started out well, winning the equivalent of four hundred cows, but Delthion said that it was time that he got to play, instead of Ash. Delthion has no poker face, and lost all of our winnings. Soren replaced him and was even worse, blowing through a lot of money. Finally, Sage took over, betting everything and "some messages to a right pretty girl". By a monumental feat of luck, he had a royal flush. It seemed a sure thing, and he stood to gain everything we had lost on the trip, and then some. But Soren, who had an ace hidden up his sleeve, said "Look over there, a flying monkey!" Everyone but me 'n Soren looked outside, and while Sage was distracted Soren swapped his card for part of Sage's hand. I tried to stop him, but he threatened me with his gun. Anyway, this ruined the flush. A mountain man called Sage's hand. All our money was lost."

"After that, we got to San Antonio. Delthion saw Davy Crockett and insisted that we get all of our guns signed, for good luck. He said that if any of us stayed to guard the cattle, we would have only bad luck. The others believed it and forced me, at gunpoint, to go with them. The Mexican army stole the cattle. Ash wanted revenge, and so him and Sage snuck into their camp and stole their tacos in the night. But they lingered too long, and started laughing and cuttin' up about their success. The Mexicans spotted them and started chasing us. We went to light out of town, and literally stumbled into Miss Mary going out. I said, "Sorry, Miss -- ". She said her name. Then we knew it was her, and got her to come along with us."

"Delthion was supposed to cover our tracks, but we woke up one morning, and the army was all around us. We tried to escape, with Mary on our fastest horse. With her ridin' surrounded by us on every side, it seemed like it'd be a fair chance, but some cavalry came out in front of us, and one of them got a clean shot off before we could kill them...an', well."

"That's the story, boss. I did everything I could, but it weren't enough."

OOC: Finally done editing. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Unfortunately sir, James isn't tell the whole truth.
At the time when I suggested we make a crossing, it hadn't rained for several days and the river bed was barley two feet deep. But James and his suspicions thought we should cut down all the trees, even though we had no axe. And use them to make a raft to float downstream for a few miles so he can "rest up a bit." But he hated all of us and wanted us to make the raft. Well, that plan was about as stupid as James is. So we refused to do it.
For some reason, some people up at the court house thought it be a good idea to "test the flood gates." So they let the water go and it flooded the creek, making it a river. So you see sir, it was a good plan at first.
Then when we were in town, they tried to win back some of our  herd the townsmen lost. So we had a game of poker going on. Ash wouldn't stop making faces when I had a good hand going, he was telling the other ranchers what kind of cards I had. So I ended up losing the money because Ash couldn't contrail his doggon face!
I pocketed a ace, because we all know Sage is an awful poker player and we needed that herd. And I saw Delthion in the window, outside for somereason. He jumped of the picket rail screaming like a monkey. I laughed and told everyone about him, but Ash took it upon himself to jump up to see, because Ash is so short. He slapped that card outta my sleeve. I tried to grab it back, but James for some reason bit my shoulder, yelling "TASTY!!!!". My hand hit the royal flush and messed up the deck. It was all Ashes and James fault for being idiots and messing up the plan.
Unfortunately, I couldn't help Miss Mary, sir. That Sage, he's no good with a six shooter. I was riding behind him trying to get away from the army and he let out a yell and just fired several rounds behind him. One of them hit me. I slumped on my horse, hurten' real bad. Then one of the army men shot the rifle at Sage. He ducked and it took Miss Mary in the back, bless her heart.
I'm sorry for what happened here sir, but it wasn't my fault. I couldn't fight anymore after Sage shot me.

Hehe, boss, I only shot Soren 'cause the army men were confronting us. After pulling off a few rounds, my horse stumbled and my aim went off even more, hitting Soren. It wasn't entirely my aim, if at all.

Sir, actually, Gryphon made it sound as if the Mexican army was stealing the cattle during the signing of our guns by Crockett. But he managed to word this so that he wouldn't actually be lying if he was wrong, well, the reason I was outside, screaming like a monkey was because of them stealing the cattle during the poker game, no one would listen to me. The reason I lost all of the money was because of Sage making all sorts of remarks about how terrible I was, so that made me, as all people do when insulted frown, I had been bluffing for the entire game so I instantly lost the game. With Crockett, I saw him, but actually, the reason I said it would be bad luck was because I had hired several hundred mercenaries with my own funds to guard the cattle while we were doing this, once again Sage foiled the plan, he actually paid them using the rest of your money, which hadn't been completely lost, to go chasing after the half of the cattle that we lost. I was unaware of this and thought nothing of it until we got back to where the cattle used to be. With Mary B. I had a six-shooter and a rifle, I had blown through several dozen of the Mexican army with the help of Soren, but then Sage went berserk and shot Soren, I motioned for us to close up around Mary B. while I was still firing at the Mexicans, but then someone shot at Sage, who was tasked to be the one who guarded Mary B. from the rear, unfortunately he was very scared of loud noises, so he instantly ducked when he heard the noise. Sir I am dreadfully sorry for the loss of your cattle, your funds, and the life of your trusted comrade.

Meh, the only reason I insulted Del is 'cause he ruined the entire plan from the start. Y'see, he's that one who told the natives to keep the locks down, , making it easy to cross. He made sure they let it up again, after  he gave the signal, a gunshot. I only foiled the plan since I smelled a coup, I was sure the mercenaries were going to backstab us and it was wise to let them get our cattle. (badrang an clogg there, hehhe). Soren also did a backstab of his one, by hiring a seperate set of mercanaries to counter the first. He really just wanted to cut and run once the chaos broke out.

OOC: Is that reading my mind? He doesn't know why I fired the gunshot!

Hah! Sir, we have the culprit on the run! It was not to signal the townspeople to flood the river, and is was all because of Sage threatening that if we made it all the way to the watering hole with the cows, he would stage a coup against you! He said that he already had a large army, and that was a direct quote, no other language was used, I checked. So Sage forced me to talk to the natives, to try and stop us from getting to the watering hole, I wasn't sure who I could trust, so I didn't say anything. I fired aiming at a deer that we might eat that night, We had run out of supplies by then, the townspeople followed my signal, but it was all because of Sage planning to take your place as Overlord!

*bows low* O powerful spattereye, I would never challenge your position. I myself had hoped to water the cows at the river, but Del had blocked it! I only had Del talk to the natives since he is the best at their tongue and they might know where another watering hole was. (del's a good negotiater). I myself have navigated the land around here an I knew the water hole Del wanted to go to was dry.

OOC: So I have been a little lax on the Overlords orders being a little stuck on who to get rid of, yet I'm back and in full swing, I apologies for my lack of action.


Spattereye glared around at the miscreants slowly pulling free his revolver and aiming at each one in turn.

"If'n we weren't surrounded by angry Mexicans I would shoot ya'll so full o' holes you'd think  ya'll were chicken wire. I suppose I could use some extra cannon fodder an that's what yer going ta be."

Moving like greased lightning Spattereye emptied all six rounds into Ashenwyte leaving him dead on the floor. Grinning like a schoolboy Spattereye sat back blowing the smoke from the barrel away.

"Well ain't that a shame, ya'll take this to heart and remember to speak up when I'm angry, or we'll have to go though this again. So now that's, that an we have a bigger problem. In the shape of a few hundred Mexican soldiers thanks too ya'lls exploits."

"Now listen closely all o' ya, I've reinstated my old alliance which the engines an some thousand o' them are approaching to aid in this little bar fight. Turns out they don't really wanna help out here, so I'm sending a man by the name of Jack to go convince them o' battling with us. Ya'lls job is important so don't screw it up, protect Jack an get him to the engines as quick as possible. An one other thing, when ya'll are in the company o' the savages yer not to say a word, to anyone until your back, we can't have another insulting of the chief can we. Lets go, we only have a few days at best."


Two very Long days later.

The smoke was finally clearing after the vicious battle Mexican's, ranchers and Indians lay dead everywhere, most of the buildings were burning and the sound of gunfire was still ringing in everyone's ears.

"Ya'll have got to be the most pathetic bandits I've ever had to hire, because of ya'll indulgence an inability to keep yer traps shut the Indians stormed the Mexican army just so they could get at an kill me. What exactly did you tell them? Then ya'll had the gall too try an go prospecting while I was battling for my life. An to top it all off ya'll tried to sell the two ounces o' gold you discovered too the Mexican army. An then ya'll just waltz on in here an claim yer were trying to build up funds too aid in my war when I could have used ya here battling."

Slamming his fist down on a slightly smoking table Spattereye was the picture of anger.

"I ought to hang the lot o' ya'll as traitors so this better have a good reason behind it, if'n I find out one o' ya'll forced the others by gunpoint I'll no yer lying because ya'll weren't provided weapons after the fiasco with Mary. So remember to speak up, cuz I don't got all day."

Sir, I am so sorry. As you can see, I wasn't physically able to help. I was shot in the back by one of these so called "Helpers". Let me tell you what happened.
We were riding out, protecting Jack. After about a good 8 minutes, Sage lets up a yell and runs his horse down to a prospectors cabin. We told him to stop but he was yelling something about "Smokey Stan."
Anywho, I yelled at Sage and told him in no uncertain terms to why his hind quarters back on the trail. He drew on me and said "Smokey and me will see ya later!"
All of the sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I was on the ground, trying to get up, but bleeding everywhere. That's all I knew before I blacked out and woke up here.

Whoa whoa there, pardner, Smokey Stan is a incredibely good friend of smokey bear's! Not meeting him was like not meeting Elvis Presley! Or POTUS! I gotta say, though, each time I see Stan I get all crazy like. I'm a-telling ye, I onlyhit Soren cause I was collaborating with Stan on a heist. But Stan didn't know I was with you guys, and Soren would only mess it up.

But guess what? Some o' them Injins break in, shoot Stan, and take his body! I didn't know what to do, so I headed back to the main body and passed on the news to Del, our senior Commander.

Yes, and I was following your orders to the letter, when Sage began shouting: "We're here to kill you! This guy that we're protecting is best off dead to you!" I immediately gave the order to close up, but then I actually saw Sage draw his revolver and put up to Jack's head and pull the trigger, he was doing it with a malicious smile on his face, with that said, I did my best to save the plans, but without Jack they crumbled.

OKay, okay. I killed Jack. But, while working with Izeroth, we discovered that the Indians only wanted Jack dead. If he was, then they would forcibly capture the engines and make them work with you. As you can see, I had no choice but to execute Jack. As a matter of fact, What Del said I shouted was me telling you my intentions and reasoning. Think about it, Boss. Less edad weight, more soldiers. Oh, and by the way, I believe I saw Izeroth making some illicit dealings with the mexicans. After that, it was all chaos.

OOC: Sage I meant the barrel was literally touching Jack's head. Like an execution.

OOC: ooooooooo. I'll modify that post.

SO, I go away for a few days and this happens? Well, I'll be keeping tabs on this for some time.

"Silence fools, I have had just about enough. The moment ya'll came to this town was the day I lost any potential to get anything done. I have mentioned yer more useless then an empty whisky bottle an apparently that still holds true."

With a wave of his hand Spattereye summoned two of his gang who grabbed James by the arms.

"Take this traitor and hang him by the neck until he's dead an good riddance." Spattereye watched with a cold stare as James was hauled roughly from the room, he remained silent glaring angrily at his former boss as he was forced out the door.

With a sigh Spattereye rubbed his forehead muttering to himself angrily. "Alright here's the deal you lot, I'm quitting soon, the whole deal, I ain't successful as I once was no thanks to you lot an I'm getting old."

The tough fighter brushed his graying hair from his eyes before continuing. "Now I want to do one last job before I pack up and ya'll are going to be in a main part of it, were going to hit a train running across the plains to the west."

"I got word that its full o' valuables an is going slow, the plan is to hit the train collect the items an then transport them back here for... distribution. Ya'll will be the transporters while me an a few others make the actual raid, we'll leave the loot in Cowbell gully an lead off the posse that's sure to come looking. Once the cost is clear you pick up my goodies an bring it straight back here ya got that?"

The remainder of the group nodded quickly seeing Spattereye was in a better mood while wondering why they were doing such a large job so soon after the battle.

"Good, an remember this is yer last chance to get in my good books so make it good. Delthion yer cook, Sage yer path finder, an Soren yer guard I want ya'll to know exactly what yer doing so ya'll don't screw this one up."


Two Days later

"All of it gone, every last tiny bauble, every penny just disappeared while in your hands huh. Must have been an exciting trip carrying all that on half a days journey that took ya'll two days. Sagetip weren't you in charge of path finding and why did I hear you were wandering in circles for a day? An Soren why would you leave your post to go an chase a sheep. Weren't you supposed to be guarding the loot? And Delthion, in charge of one simple thing, feeding your two companions, How do you manage to prepare food that knocks you an Sage out while Soren's chasing sheep and allows some young fool named Billy the Kid run off with all o' my loot."

"Wondering how I know all this? Well that hot shot Billy sent me a message telling me he had my gear an wanted paying for it. So explain why I just spent five hundred dollars on things I had already rightfully stolen!"

Sir, I can explain. You see, all was going according to plan. I was doing my job, I even shot a rattlesnake who could've bitten one of us. But then your other servants messed everything up.
Sage had mixed up his map with the map to "Sugar-Cereal-Candyland" on the back of Del's cereal box. Del doesn't care about cooking, so he made us eat cereal and yaks milk the whole way.
So Sage kept riding us around in circles because "The chocolate mountain should be over the next ridge"
Anyway, we had spent the whole day going in circles. We stopped down for the night, and Del gave us all our yaks milk, which by the way, was sour and solid. That's probably what knocked the two of them out. As I said, Delthion doesn't know how to cook.
Well, they started to get all foggy headed, and then I heard a noise over by a herd of sheep. I was staying alert, and then two men got the jump on me. I drew my gun, but someone dry-gulched me. Shot me in the back , they did. When I came too, I chased after the first man I saw. He happened to be dressed as a sheep, and was shooting at me. So I chased him down and told him to tell me what he knows. He was part of Billy the Kids gang, and he said "Your a deadman if you try to get away with our loot." I pistol slapped him and told him it was OUR loot. But he said Bily had already gotten away.
I had no part of this outrage sir, nor did I have any part of the incompetence of your other seventh, Delthion and Sagetip. It's their fault, and theirs alone sir.

OOC: The mighty Gryphon has fallen!!! ;D

Haha! Well since Soren is so determined to end us. I should tell you the whole story, not just Soren's quite partial version. I would have fed them real food except that Soren had stolen my equipment and began running around singing; "I'm off to cook some hair. I'm off to cook some hair! Hi-ho the derio I'm off to cook some hair!" Then he promptly threw them into a ravine with shear cliffs on either side. The only thing that he didn't steal was the cereal and a yak that I that I had brought along. Then I witnessed and heard him working with Billy the Kid's gang and plan to steal the train and claim complete innocence. But I saw him making the deal with Billy and heard what and when they were going to attack the train. Anyway, at breakfast, after I had told Sage everything and he was going to help me. I poured the cereal and the milk and then proceeded to eat it. Soren ate his as well, but he was the only one who didn't fall unconscious, it must be that Soren drugged us and then raided the train. He saw that we were waking up and attacked the bandit to cover his tracks. I saw him grin manically at the bandit when he heard that Billy had gotten it. Then we all came right back here.

OOC: But Del, I had been shot when you were supposed to be knocked out. Whatever, I guess I'll roll with this until we get it cleared up.
BIC:
Sir, as usual, Delthion doesn't comple enlighten you and the circumstances.
I did grab the supplies and threw them off a ridge, but because I saw Sage had been sabotagung them. He was lining the equipment with something called "Bovine Laxitive". I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it was bad and harmful to me and Del. So I got rid of the equipment and contaminated supplies. All for a few cases of beans and packages of bacon, that stuff was fine. But, as I said, Del is no cook. He isn't much to finding things either, because I told him I put the supplies behind an oak tree away from Sage. What does Del do? He for some reason was up at all hours of the night, yellin' and screaming about some "big, purdy teddy bear" and for it to come eat the food. So there went that.
As far as Billy the Kid goes, I realized he was following us. I knew we were out manned, and out gunned. I had a meeting, and said if he would let us walk, I'd treat him to a lifetime supply of Del's famous yak milk fruit loops. They said they were going to steal the train, and get off Scott free. They said I should join them. I told them that before I'd do that, I'd take 90 rounds in the face. They said that it could be arranged. They said the "already had a man inside the operation". I told them that I was leaving, but they yelled to me when and where the train was going to be held up. I took the information and tried to tell Sage and Del, the only two possible allies I had. But they were knocked out! So I tekegraphed an old Sherrif friend of mine. Told him that there was going to be a hold up. He said he'd take care of it, and that if Billy did get the loot, he'd personally shoot him between the eyes. The Sherrif is an excellent marksman.
Anyway, I saw the bandit coming to attack Del. I was already shot, but I did everything I could to make kill the bandit dressed like a sheep, so I attacked him. When the sheep-man told me about Billy the Kid stealin the cash, I was smiling because I knew that the Sharrif would get his man. If it wasn't for Sage.
Sage had been the mastermind the whole time. HE told Billy about the initial plans to steal the loot. HE told Billy that he should get one of us involved. HE had the Sharrif shot in cold blood before he could take out Billy. He didn't even bother to speak to the Sharrif, or to a deputy. Or anybody. He knew the Sharrif had ties to me, and that I was onto his little game. He also knew that the Sharrif was too good a man to take a bribe. So he had him killed, probably through one of Billy's men. HE also tried to poison us with that Laxitive. It's all Sages fault. I didn't even do anything before the point when this all started, nor after. Like Del said, after this happened, we went strait back here. At the beginning of the mission, I was there taking a good look out. Nothing wrong happened, before Sage got greedy and poisoned the food.

My apologies sir for accidentally shifting the blame onto the wrong man. It was rather apparent to me that one of them had to be the traitor and I assumed that since Soren was the only one who was conscious that he had to be the one. But with the bear, Sage had found that while Soren was coming back to camp. Then I looked over Soren's shoulder while Soren was talking to me and I saw Sage messing with that food too! So I knew that it had to be destroyed without Sage knowing that we were onto him. So I tried to call a bear over to eat it, knowing that it would have quite an interesting dinner. Anyway, Sage had found some deadly herb, I believe that when he was talking to himself he called it "Hemlock Sage." Anyway, I saw him trying to put that in the yak's milk and stopped him. He looked up sheepishly and looked at me with rather confused eyes. Then when we were unconscious he must have accidentally taken the wrong bowl! I can give no excuse for this sir, there is NO excuse for deliberately sabotaging your plans.

In addition sir, Sage was the one who kept insisting that the map was right, because "he's a licensed map maker in 18 counties in the lessor Cuba area." Anyway, he said he "worked it up special" and that nothing was wrong with the map. I kept tell him that it looked wrong, but he said if I tried to change our route, he'd shoot me and Del here.

Oh yes, waht they all say might be true. But I'll tell you the real truth.

Billy the Kid was double dealing me. Forcibly, he, with a landslide/bullet to the head threat, forced me to do the tings I did. Now, Del obviously needs some first-rate education with herbs, because hemlock sage is actually a deadly effectivesanity resoration herb. Billy wasn't very educated as well, so I was secretly double dealing him. Del, however, messed up all of my double-dealing plans.

As for the good shariff. Billy promised me and my pardners with complete safety and extra rations should I eliminate the shariff. LEt me tell you, I was Billy's asasin man for the shariff. Did I mean to shoot him? No, I actually didn't shoot him. I was about to drop the gun when Billy's right-hand man comes up, knocks me out, and shots the shariff!

And telling Billy the Kid about the loot? Just a baited trap waiting to be sprung.

Oh, and the map. Let me tell you, Del had been in the alchohol storage. When he handed me the map, there was the wild look in his eyes. With his hand moving toward his gun, I had no choice but to use the map. When I said the chocolate mountain was just over there, I meant to go there so we could head off Billy's landslide threat.

And the threat with the map? Del and Soren had it all wrong. Like soren says, I'm a licensed map maker. I knew the area like the back of my hand, and the original map was outdated! You see why I needed to change maps.

Little did I know, SOren and Del were working for Thomas Edward Ketchum! Ketchum planned to overthrow billy the Kid, and what better way to do so then to use his worst adversaries! Thomas told Soren and Del to watch me for signs of my betrayal. If they say signs, they were to dispose of all food; leading Billy to find us. It was all an elaborate scheme.

However, I was on to their little plan, and deliberatey lured Ketchum and Billy to the camp. When they did so, I activated a land mine undder both of their feet, killing two birds with one stone! Leaving one successor in the region for ruler... you!

OOC: Sage, Billy was still alive to give Sandpaw the message of our utter failure. He can't die with Ketchum.
BIC:
Sir, Sage forgot to mention that he WANTED TO TAKE BILLY's place as you main rival! I snuck tby his bedroll while he was asleep, because I knew something was wrong about that man. Sure enough, I accedentally startled him. He woke up, and said "WHAT? Ketchum, what are you doing here? I told you that we were gonna attack Sandpaw and the rest tommorow!" He slipped back to sleep. He must have mistaken me for this Ketchum dude. I told Del about it, and we decided to fund out who Ketchum was. We had never heard of him before. Del telegraphed a friend at the mayors office in Deadwood county, and the guy said that Thomas Ketchum was a vicious outlaw. He said his last reported location was near where we were! We went hunting for Ketchum that night, and found him in an arroyo, making camp. We said that we were "friends" of Sage, and that he wanted to let you know that he thought that the deal should be called off. Ketchum wasn't too happy about that. He was angry at the idea that he could have the wool pulled over his eyes by a "low-end, two bit stickler." He told us to keep an eye out for his betrayal. But we weren't going to act on that. But we did dispose of the food because of Sage tampering with it, but that was BEFORE we meet with Ketchum. We were going to lead Ketchum to Sage, and when the deed was done against Sage, we were gonna kill Ketchum. But Sage beat us to him. So that's how Sage got away from us two servents of yours, the GOOD servents, who tryed to do that right thing and make sure that you and your loot stayed safe. Unfortunately, events out of our control and caused by Sage lead to the thrift of your money. It wasn't Del and mines fault. We made sure to keep our noses clean. We never did anything to intentionally hurt you, sir.

You never did anything to Intentionally hurt you, sir. Awright, Billy didn't die. But I didn't care about Ketchum, anyway. Let me tell you, I never meant any harm to Soren or Del. Had they just let me do my bzuiness, we could've walked away unharmed. But no! With a littel outside help, I learned Ketchum was gonna backstab me! Again, using Soren and Del as bait, I planned to catch Ketchum. But, when I mistaked Soren for Ketchum, I attempted to get Ketchum not to attack then. Soren's untimely mistakenness cost me my master plan.

As for the main rival stuff. I only planned to take that place temporarily. When I deserted, I was to let Doc Holliday take my place. I was to become his right-hand. But little did he know I would kill him, leaving none as your rival!

Again, Soren and Del messed up thse plans.

Thrift of your money? Never! I was actually planning to take it back from Billy, another deed I "hired" ketchum for. But Soren didn't mention that when he talked to Ketchum, he told him to take the money from Bily. Soren and Ketchum were secretly planning to split it between themselves and eliminate you, Del and I. But me and Del were told by an eavesdropping sparrow Soren and Ketchum's plan, and we tried to stop them. Right del?

Ain't you forgetting Sage that I had been linking Ketchum's base with dynamite. Me n' Del were gonna blow that place up to smithereens when split the money from Ketchum. We was gonna snag it all, and blow the place, but Sage slipped in and extinguished the fuse we set up for the dynamite! I don't know what he was doing there, but he was saving Ketchum. And Del weren't eavesdropping on me, he was keeping an eye on Sage. Or at least trying too.
And as for Holliday, we all know he was shot by that rovin' Marshal years ago. Ain't no way Sage was gonna have Holliday take his place, iffin' his dead. Sage has been backstabbin' the whole time.

Whoa whoa whoa, pardner, I only extunquished the fuse 'cuse I could tell the dynamite Soren and Del rigged had a short fuse, and would've blown up before they could get the money. After doing that, I planned to assist Soren with the heist of the money, empty a revolver in Ketchum's head, and git back home with Soren and Del! But no, Soren misinterrpreted my plans for success, becasue he secretly planned to impersonate The Sundance Kid and kill us all! When I attempted to kill the fuse, he yelled in my face, "What're you doing, pardner? Your supposed to be knocked out back at camp!"

Apparently, Del and Soren rigged a set of booby traps to when I woke up, I would be hung upside down by my ankles. Luckily I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, so I missed all the booby traps.

Alright Sage, just tell the truth for once. We didn't you tell him about how you NEVER check with us when you want to do stuff? You ain't a team player. Ya fly off the handle and do all sorts of crazy stuff on your own, almost hit us killed a couple of times. I'm surprised it took that long to get the money stolen from us.
Our dynamite had a perfectly long fuse, but I saw you cut it! You were trying to bury is and the money at the same time!
And I did inpersonate the Subdance kid, but I wasn't shooting at y'all. I was shooting at Ketchum's men back behind you two. They get scared if they see a high-profile killer chasing them, and I ain't no killer, not do I have a high profile. So I had to dress up like the Sundance kid to scare them off. They were chasing Sage for something, something he stole they said. And sir, we didn't steal anything. Here's what happened down there in the base.
Me and Del set up the TNT around the base, and had a plenty long fuse. I hanged into my Sundance kid clothes, and was going to draw the guards away from the base. When the guards were attacking me, Del was supposed to swoop in and snatch the money. But Sage cut out fuse and then put it out, blaming us for having it too short. By that time, the outlaws had called backup and there were guards everywhere. Maybe that's why Sagw thought I was shooting at him. But I was firing at all the guards around and behind him.

And of corse we set up booby traps for Sage. He's a traitor! He WAS talking to Billy the Kid and a whole buncha other outlaws all the time, conspiring against you. He's always trying to change the balence of power between the outlaws, choosing who's gonna be a rival to who and for how long. Me and Del couldn't trust him, for fear he would jepridise the mission. And that he did.

"Silence!" The sudden roar from Spattereye left the remaining gangsters trembling they looked on it amazement as Spattereye lifted the entire solid oak table and threw it across the room where it landed two of its legs snapping off hurdling like missiles making the terrified outlaws duck under their chairs. Grabbing the one called Sagetip by the throat the furious leader squeezed harder at every word.

"I said get the loot bring it back here, ya'll were in charge of getting the loot and bringing it back here and yet its not here and I no longer have any lively hood, and now neither do yew."

With these last words Spattereye threw the Sage's body from himself where it landed against the cage bars. turning to his last two gang members Spattereye gave them a large grin a crazy look had come into his eyes.

"Now listen we don't have a lot o' time an I want this done correctly for once. As ya'll might have noticed this town is empty all my men are dead or gone an the surrounding towns have risen up and a great load of the farmers are coming here now want my blood. Now I'm going to go down fighting, I don't run but I need my legacy to live on."

Spattereye suddenly struck out slapping the two grinning outlaws across the face. "Take those damn grins off yer foolish faces an listen to me. Remember Mary, well she had a son who's my grandson an he will be the next western legend. He goes by the name Johnny, an he will need to be informed o' my occupation."

"I never learned to write well, however you lot can, so ya'll will write me a note to send to him explaining who I am an who he is to become, ya'll understand? The good writer will take the message to Johnny an the lesser writer will stay here with me an die gloriously, so get too work I'm going to go set up."

Leaving the two with slips of paper and ink pens the famous outlaw snatched armfuls of firearms and bullets from the walls and marched out to go build barriers leavening the two to write.


OOC: So what your supposed to do is write a formal letter to Johnny about the glory of Spattereye and how he (Johnny) Is to be the next western legend. Make sure you type it up like a letter, and it will help if its witty or funny.
Good Luck ;)

OOC: Nooooooooo! (but I'll be back next round, meh heh heh heh heh...)

Johnny,
You don't know me, but your mother Mary did. I am the western legend known as Spattereye. I am also your grandfather. Sorry to  all of the sudden spring that on you.
Now, your mother probably nevertheless you about me, so I want to say it to you personally. I've lived a long life. I've fought Indians, those kind from Indiana that I hate, I've fought Indians, the kind that wear dead animals for clothes. I've rustled millions of cattle with one pinky and fought with men of great fame. Had the most famous bad fights too. I've even been called the best shot this side of the Mississippi, or on the other side too for that matter. I've out shot and out played every big name and high roller to cross me. And I don't regret a bit of it. Except for getting a bit of "assistance" from my 9 servants. Those lopsided idiot couldn't tell right from left. Except for the one who is delivering this letter, he's still dumb as a sack of hammers, but not as bad as the other 8.
Let me give you a bit of advice: Never hire stupid servants. It ain't a good idea. And your gonna have to take that advice, when you become what your ment to be, what your destined to be: the next great Western Legend. When you are of age, you will take your place among the greatest men in history. Your name will be there right next to George Washington, and Spattereye. Remember that, forever. You are my grandson, and you are the next great legend.
Abide by what your mother taught you when she was around, and always remember me, your grandfather.
-Spattereye

OOC: That was good Soren except you forgot that Mary is dead she died while you guys were supposed to be protecting her but other then that very good, now we just have to wait for Delthion.

OOC: Whops, fixed.

Oh dear and faithful Johnny.
You probably know me, I am the wondrous and gloriously benevolent Spattereye, lord of the west and ruler of all that is rustic! You are my only family left in the world, and you have made me an offer I cannot refuse. You are by far your mother's son, and to see such a fine grandson sitting and presiding over my great realm would be an honor to me. A great woman was your mother, and you have even greater potential! You are all that's left of my proud bloodline. I was the start of that you know, I have been reincarnated as so many people that I can't even begin to say all that I have been. All that I know is that you are the next me, and a prouder role I cannot think of, and I do believe that neither could all of the most skilled mathematicians in the world, no the galaxy! But enough about you; I have fallen prey to all things evil and decrepit. Those thugs called "helpers" and "slaves" are nothing better than the evil rail-men that devour the countryside. They've dealt a sorry blow to my enterprise here. I'm thinking that I'll move along to Florence, probably name myself Medici. Do not entrust your wealth to the hands of lesser men, they will turn out to be scum and find a way to scrounge any simple task into a disaster! I hate this last servant most of all! But there was no other way to get rid of him! You know that I've always counted you as my son, live up to that task, and you will find wealth beyond imagining. My corporate empire has grown countless times before those hooligans interfered. But I am rambling.
~Your loving Grandfather and role-model, Spattereye.

The in the dying light the three men could just see the mob of approaching farmers armed with anything that they could grab. (Mostly torches and pitchforks) Spattereye grinned like a wild man readying the many revolvers thrust into his belt. He had just finished reading the notes and smiled well pleased.
"Well for once ya'll did something right and I'll say this one here will do me an Johnny just fine." Handing the letter to its respective writer he nodded to the man.
"Alright take that down to the stables, I got a horse ready fer ya, ride east an find Johnny, I hear he's a man and a half so it shouldn't be hard." The writer quickly raced down to the stables jumped on the horse and rode as fast as he could into the east disappearing around a large hill.

"Filthy coward he's scared, ah well here take this here." Spattereye tossed his last outlaw a weapon just as the mob of angry farmers rushed the barricade. The sound of gunfire rang out for over an hour before the first man fell and another whole hour before the second fell, surrounded by pitchfork wielding farmers shooting away. And at that moment the legacy of one of the most feared men in the west died with him.

Eight days later

A lone rider clacked into town, filthy and exhausted from his journey he stopped outside the town's saloon sliding off his horse and limping inside. A few people turned to look at the newcomer yet seeing nothing special they returned to their drinks and poker games. Stomping over to the bar the man clinked a coin down on the wooded boards winking at the tender.

"Any man by the name of Johnny around here?" He asked flicking one of the coins towards the fat bar tender. Before the large man could answer a voice from behind spoke up.

"Who wants him?" It asked, Delthion turned holding up the letter.

"I do, ya know where he is?"

"Yer talking to him, now hand me that." The young man sitting at the table clearly showed he wasn't going to stand for any argument so Delthion passed over the letter taking a step back. The young man scanned the note biting his lip and looking worriedly at Delthion occasionally but he finished reading and crumpled it up.

"So he hated you huh? Well I suppose that's nothing new, he's dead isn't he." Johnny asked.
Delthion had no choice but to nod gulping slightly.
"Well no matter he deserved it anyway, now leave an get out of my sight I have a name to live up to." With a roll of his eyes the young man turned away throwing the crumpled note over his shoulder.
Delthion left quickly surprised by this turn of events and confused on what he was to do. Seeing the open lands to the west he jumped on his horse and rode into the sunset. There was still a great unknown to explore, and if he didn't do it, who would?


OOC: Congratulations Delthion for that close win, Soren your entry was very good and definitely made this a hard choice but Del won in the end. Good round anyway though. ;)

YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!! Finally! Good game Soren, I thought you had me there. I already have something planned, I'll be making another round later today.

Okay wow a little excited are we, ;D

 ;D ;D

Quote from: Delthion on March 16, 2015, 03:46:00 PM
YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!! Finally! Good game Soren, I thought you had me there. I already have something planned, I'll be making another round later today.

Dang, alright. Del, since your the new overlord, make me win next time. ;) ;D

I'm not too sure that's how it works ;)

Things got a bit confusing here and there, but it wasn't a bad round. Sandpaw did a good job as Overlord; the theme was unique and one of the better ones we've done so far.

Y'all can see that I got a little writer's block and a little burnout here. I'm not sure whether I'll be in the next round. I've been in five straight, and I'm thinking it might be time to take one off and let new blood compete. I'm always available if anyone wants advice, though; that goes for both players and Overlords.