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Started by LT Sandpaw, January 23, 2015, 04:06:02 PM

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LT Sandpaw

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."


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Søren

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.


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Hickory

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.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

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.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Hickory

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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.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

OOC: Sage I meant the barrel was literally touching Jack's head. Like an execution.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Hickory

OOC: ooooooooo. I'll modify that post.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Lady Ashenwyte

SO, I go away for a few days and this happens? Well, I'll be keeping tabs on this for some time.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

LT Sandpaw


"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!"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Søren

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.


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Delthion

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.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Søren

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.


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Delthion

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.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Søren

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.


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Hickory

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!
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.