Gold and Lead

Tokyo's Diary
OOC: What she was probably up to, please correct if this don't fit Ref :)

Dear Diary,

I just don’t know what to think right now. That beast Alexander killed my precious Princess, and now the town Gaol has been blown to pieces and all our windows are gone!

What type of monstrous place have we moved to?

I’ve left Cletus in charge of the livery for the moment as I simply can’t bear it!

I had brunch with Aunt Elenya this morning. It did help a litte to talk about my Princess… There are a few tear drops on this page
I just can’t believe she is gone.

My father announced that the beast would live, which I suppose is good. I mean, I’m far too ladylike to be a killer.

I couldn’t bear his presence for long, so I have remained in my freezing cold room beneath the sheets with only this whiskey for company. I still don’t understand why I couldn’t bring Mr. Shnookums upstairs. He is cleaner than the scum Daddy deals with every day! I HATE THIS I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!!!!

[OOC] Admin

Hi all,

  • It looks like Paul+Jody have started another game up that a sparkly new person wanted to play in.
  • Rod may be starting his D+D game in a couple or 4 weeks to run the same week as this WoD game.

In terms of player management for the community – I’d rather we had 2 games going with 4 players each than one game with 6-7 players and one game struggling with 2. It’s more resilient if someone can’t make a week. I also worry a bit that with a large group in the WoD, it’s not quite as personal or character driven as it could be with a smaller cast of protagonists.

Things in Sweetwater could be about to get messier, depending on how stuff is handled.

With that in mind, how would you feel if when one of your characters dies the player goes over to another game rather than creating another Westerner in this campaign. If there’s massive butchery or a TPK (for whatever reason) we can discuss how we want to proceed.

Don’t worry! – I’m not planning a massacre, or a gladiatorial contest to see who stays. Just putting the suggestion out there that natural wastage isn’t replaced to see how you folks feel.

Weibe's Status Report
1/5/1873 - Private

Woke earlier this week with a blinding headache, the doctor has been treating me for a while now and requires some fees – $165. After I gathered the bill I was ‘debriefed’ by Brendon. I dont hold feelings against Sophia, she obviously is at that time of month, and I cannot understand such nonsense. With the late onset of the condition and the circumstances where I have wielded ending up with more pain on all sides, especially mine, I have taken to pacifism. For the last week I went to Cañon City and I am now renting a house in order to have some base of income – now that I have medical bills (unpaid for by the company), reduced wages and gambling losses to account for. I returned and the day passed quickly enough. At circa 20pm there were multiple explosions, I have gone to investigate now.

All is going according to plan
but then, it was a fairly open ended plan...

The musings and machinations of the most astute Dr Brendon.

In my talks with the good folk of Sweetwater, some rather alarming news reached my ears.

I heard that our fellow railroad pioneers, the ATSF, had suffered from some major setbacks. These seemed to be deliberate in nature, and whilst I have no reports of casualties, such was the scale that some are to be expected. This is a most unfortunate turn of events, and we of the Union Pacific Railroad Company will stand shoulder to shoulder with our brothers, the ATSF, as we confront whomsoever seeks to unduly profit from our labours.

My suspicions are based upon the pattern of the attacks, which match perfectly with previous experiences I have had in the railroad business. Underhanded and dastardly folk band together to strike at our valuable yet exposed infrastructure, knowing they can disrupt it enough to heavily impact our profits. Demands for money are then made, and such attacks do not stop until the perpetrators are paid off or brought to justice. Such is the value of our labours that even their exorbitant demands are cheaper than the lost profits. Due to this, some men of less moral fibre than myself are prone to paying their demands.

And so I fear is the case with the ATSF, for the attacks upon them are now observed to have come to an abrupt stop. Regrettably, despite our desire for solidarity, it seems that it falls to me to defend both our companies against these jackals. However, even if they will not help themselves, I will help them, in the spirit of brotherhood on which our great nation is founded.

Sure enough, having extorted their bounty from their first victims, the crooks rolled into Sweetwater, intent on repeating their crime. And what a group they were. Heavily armed, well supplied, and seeming to act with a competence born of long years working together. Surely they have the stains of many past and horrible crimes upon their souls. Yet for all their seeming professionalism, they were not able to act up to even their flimsy cover story, Peter Colt seeing through their ruse in minutes.

As I expected, although I must admit somewhat sooner than I had anticipated, they struck their first blow. They did this with the intent of proving they have the means and will to carry out the acts they will shortly threaten. Their next step will be to send to me a first demand for ransom to be paid. If I attempt to pay it they will no doubt not meet to collect, and instead prey upon my weakness and increase the amount they demand. But I am not weak, and I will bring them down!

In order to do this, some investigation will be needed. Sheriff Buck, once he has calmed down from the rage which attacks against those he holds dear inspire in him, will be key to this. He will be assisted by both Peter Colt and Alexander Weibe, who will investigate the ATSF’s reports of sabotage. Lucas has already obtained the necessary permissions from the county sheriff to carry out this investigation. I have every confidence that Peter will find that the ATSF’s machinery is in full working order, ruling out the impossibility of this being the cause of their problems. Meanwhile Alexander will go through their books where I am sure that he will find no record of this band of so called surveyors on their payroll, but will find at least one large cash payment which is not properly accounted for. If we are lucky he or Lucas will find further evidence linking this cash payment to the culprits. Sadly, since they previously lacked the backbone to stand up to these low-lifes, I do not expect them to develop this after they have paid them off.

Whilst this is going on, Liam will busy himself doing what he can to protect Sweetwater and our operations from further attacks, whilst Dr Rackworth puts his considerable talents to use tending to the injured survivors of the recent attack.

Once Lucas and his deputies return with their evidence, and I hand over the inevitable blackmail note, it should be a simple matter of his presenting this evidence to the county sheriff who’s duty it will then be to round up a posse and wipe out these vermin.

As mayor it is my duty to hold my people together and bolster their will in these difficult times. If I have to fund their medical treatment and every member of the posse myself, I will do it, such is my determination to avenge the wrong that has been done to them!

Boom town

Some downtime in which:

  • Alexander convalesced and was near miraculaously healed by the ministrations of Dr Rackworth.
  • The AT&SF railroad complained of sabotage, especially noting the destruction of the newly enhanced Providence bridge.
  • Sophia flounced about in a huff and required more dresses sent from Paris, France (probably).
  • Brendon consolidated contact with the town and miners while the diligent but overweight railroad foreman supervised the trackage heading up towards Cañon City.
  • Rackworth and Colt conspired to make Arcane and Technickal devices mostly using the debts of Alex’s medical treatment.
  • Liam may have performed some excursions back east towards the AT&SF infrastructure.
  • Sheriff Buck considers hiring additional deputies.

New Arrivals

  • Some surveyors for the AT&SF arrived 4-5 days after the reports of sabotage came in.
  • Some surveyors left town to go and survey stuff. With all their guns and a variety of equipment.
  • Some planning was carried out in small huddles.

Some explosions…

Tokyo's Diary - January 10th
When shit hit the fan...

Dear Diary,

Dear lord, what have I done? I actually shot someone! I just don’t know what to do, my poor Princess is gone forever and I gone made things worse…

Why did I have to do this by myself? Why didn’t anyone stop me?! Hmph.. that silly man had better live or I’ll be so mad… Not that it’s my fault anyway, I mean he killed Princess, he’s obviously a cold-blooded killer. And he was gonna die anyway, I probably just helped him. Yeah. He should be grateful darn it! That he didn’t have to suffer as he’s made me suffer…

Anyway I wonder what dog to get now? Maybe daddy can have one shipped in from someplace exotic… something nice and fluffy for me to show endless love to, something for me to care about!


T x

Bad Moon Rising

In which Alex may make some report as to the previous afternoon’s events.
Dr Rackworth may introduce his new faithful hound to the party.
Hopefully the party will regroup and maybe even exchange information. Or not.

Depending on whim and other pacing, we may stop early. Or not.

Weibe's status report
15/4/1873 - Private - written 16/4/1873

In all my life I will never forget this day. I started my day by ruining my reputation with Mr Brendon and then had to set about finding Miss Brendon’s dog in order to stay true to my word (and for money). Higgs checked town whilst I checked the woods to the east. Sometime through the walk I came, alone, across a muddy and bloody large canine. I thought that this may be Princess, the dog, and inched closer. The canine, dropping an item from its jaw, regarded me with cool blue eyes and howled. I reasoned that this must not be Princess as it had lighter eyes and I know (animal ken 0) that only wolves howl, not dogs. Still I cautiously drew my gun and circled to prevent the other wolves from trapping me. The wolf in the centre of the glade hunched and jumped. I manage to fire once before it hit, but the teeth locked on my shoulder. Knowing the others would soon be exploiting my struggle I shot the beast in the skull. When I stood once more I saw the other wolves fleeing into the forest. Now, with the adrenaline quietening and the pain blazing, I saw that perhaps I had made a mistake (WHICH YOU LOT DONT KNOW YET). I dragged the body to the river to dispose of it, lest i be blamed for killing Princess, and wash my wounds. The others found me after what felt like hours, dragging me to the banks and tending to my wound. The good doctor washed something on me and I passed out with the pain. I woke up later in the forge, and groggily asked questions of Mr Colt.

OOC sorry for the caps, I need to make my case sure.

Into the Woods

If you go down to the woods today…

Hound hunting, and other rural pastimes.

Weibe's status report
14/4/1873 - Private

After yesterday’s overnight train journey arrived in Sweetwater at 10:00 hours, I greeted the colleagues and imparted gifts. Repaid debt to Rackworth with a galvanometer (measures electrical current in humans) and voltaic pile (produces electrical current). Met with Brendon for an important report as soon as was possible. The day was spent mostly on paperwork, punctuated by shooting in the bar, as well as heavy loses at poker. Plan formulated and put into action to retrieve money. Dinner with Rackworth. During the night shots are fired, Devlin in the nude. Morning comes and plan is overturned, reputation damaged.


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