>>1556814
Updated Equipment list
Guardian of the Road- 12ga shotgun sawed off. +10 To Shotgun rolls when defending innocents or mounted.
54 12ga shells. Can be reloaded or purchased.
12 12ga slugs
Justice. .44 revolver. +15 rolls against evildoers and creatures of the night.
43 .44 rounds
1 Bolt Action rifle. Scoped. .308. 6 round capacity.
30 .308 rounds. Can be reloaded or purchased
1 Short Gripped Carbine. .357. 6 round capacity. Skull motif on the side of the Grip.
59 .357 rounds
1 Mail Backed Vest
1 Leather Duster (Fire resistance/ Melee protection
1 Small, Locked Chest
3 × Scalps
1 Tomahawk.
1 Bowie
1 bootKnife
1 Bedroll.
50ft rope.
1 medium canteen 2 days water.
1 Large canteen. 5 Days water.
3 week of food.
Small shovel
2 large Bag of Mule Feed
Gun cleaning Kit
1 sets Rawhide strips. 5ft each.
1 Large First aid kit.
1 Small First Aid Kit.
1 Hygiene kit.
1 Bottle Captain Dales sipping whiskey (opened)
1 Bottle cat Oil. (Elusive)
1 Map of Daston and immediate area

31 Shines
13 Clinks
14 Dulls.

Dermot MCcade-Stats

-Former Caravaner- knows the ins and outs of the deal. +5 to barter rolls.
-Troubled past- Flashbacks to the horrors of his past failures will trouble Dermot in his travels. -5 if encountering dead innocents.
-ShotGun specialist- +5 rolls to combat with a Shotgun
-Long rifle- +5 to rolls with a Bolt action at long range
-Vicious fighter-+5 to melee combat
-Leather Duster- reduced damage in melee combat and Fire resistance.
-Slates Strong back-Increased carry capacity.

You limp along out of the hideout, a trio of dripping scalps hanging from your belt as you adjust the fit of your new, thick heavy duster. The long coat is excellent for concealing any weapons under it and the treated, supple leather keeps the heat of the sun and flame away.

You brace the small, heavy chest against your hip and load it onto the well laden horse bearing the wriggling Patterson. The unhappy creature looks at you forlornly as Patterson kicks yet again.

"Knock it the fuck off asshole" you grunt, flicking him across the top of his head
"Your not going anywhere but the rope."

"MMMMPH!!" comes the muffled reply. You aren't sure but it sounded like a insult. As you circle around to slate your leg twinges, blood seeping down your thigh. You should probably do something about that.


>Use small medkit on Leg wound

>Use Bottle of Rotgut on leg wound

>Rub dirt in it. Its just a scratch

>Wound? What wound? Time to go cash in.

>>1556867

Well, not sure what he's done but I asume he's a rapist/bandit.

Let's castrate him

>>1556867
>Use small medkit on Leg wound

Don't forget the whiskey to numb the pain.

>>1556921
Patterson is a jumped up bandit. Thinks hes more important than he is. Killed Caravaners and Travelers and split their possessions and money with old Washer.

>>1556867
>>Use small medkit on Leg wound
No booze, need to focus. I'm meh on torture, let's get this done and get paid. Although, if we need to we can shoot him. We'd just get more alive than dead.

>>1556867
>>Use small medkit on Leg wound
You never actually explained what Rotgut is exactly. I understand its alcohol but I was wondering what its supposed to be made of. Because to me it sounds like its made from something mutated in the wast. Granted everything is probably like that.

>>1557113
Basically, rotgut is poorly made booze that makes you sick if you drink too much. It's called rotgut because you might get stomach ulcers if you drink it on a constant basis.

>>1557113
Basically bottom shelf liqour, in the old days it was good for getting you shitfaced but not much better in taste than rubbing alchohol. Could also make you sick as fuck because of the garbage quality of ingredients. In our modern times the stuff that comes in a plastic bottle but way worse.

>>1557128
>>1557129
K. Thank you.

>>1557175
Welcome.

>>1556867
>Use small medkit on Leg wound

>>1556867

>Use small medkit on Leg wound

You root through your saddlebags, pulling out the Small, offwhite pouch you purchased at the general store in Daston. You pop open the top and shake out a small bottle of clear liquid, a needle and silky thread floating inside, a roll of cloth bandages wrapped tightly around each other in a compact roll.

You peel back your torn pant leg and splash the clear liquid across the gash in your thigh.

FUCK that hurts.

You grit your teeth and run the needle and silken thread through the sides of the gash, pulling the flaps of skin closer and closer with tight stitches before you tie it off, wrapping your upper thigh in the cloth bandages before using the remainder of the thread to stitch your pants back together.

>1 Small MedKit Expended.

Hauling yourself back onto Slates back you make sure the lead rope for Pattersons unhappy steed is secured to the saddlehorn.

>Roll d100 for travel back to town.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1557276

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1557276

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1557276
>

You cluck your tongue to Slate, urging the bulky mule to increase his pace. The belabored packhorse behind you nickers unhappily, Pattersons feet twitching as he attempts to struggle against his tightening bonds.

The dusty track of Washers ranch appears before you as you circle back around the crooked Ranchers house. His fallen Ranchhands lay where they were shot, crows already perched atop their faces. You ride close by Washers body, spitting upon his bony corpse as you pass. The splatter of saliva startles the twisted raven perched atop his chin, a single clouded eyeball dangling from its beak.

"Asshole" you mutter, your leg twinging slightly as you spur Slate on again, a snort sounding from his large nostrils as he picks up his pace. The miles of dusty trail along to the main road are eaten up in a short span of time.

You reach the main road before noon, your early start to the day your benefit. The packhorse has flagged several times as Patterson shifts his weight, whinnying softly as the man continues his efforts to wriggle free.

In the haze and dust of the far road you see a trio of figures on horseback, riding hard in your direction.

>Ride to meet them, Justice drawn of course

>Ride to meet them, Guardian Drawn of course.

>Sit here, Take a peek through your scope at them.

>Get off the road. Hide. (D100)

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1557499
>>Get off the road. Hide. (D100)

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1557499
>Get off the road. Hide. (D100)

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1557499
>>Get off the road. Hide. (D100)

You decide to get off the road. Now.

Urging Slate on you thank the fact that the haze is probably much worse in for them. You tug the lead rope, Pulling the unhappy packhorse as you hurry for a small ridge near the road, ducking low and tying off slates reigns to to a dried out sapling.

You drop to the ground and crawl to the top of the small ridge, your dusty brown hat keeping your head camouflaged against the ground.

You peer out over the road, watching as the men approach. As they grow closer you make out their faces, bandannas hanging from their necks.

Its those three amateurs from the Marshall's office.

"Where the hell did he go Ricky?" yells one, a sallow faced young man
"Thought you said he was coming off of old Washers with SOMEBODY on the back of a packhorse!"

"I see'nt him! He was comin out of ol'Washers with some hogtied fella on a packhorse! Still kicking too! I see'nt him with my Beenockllers!" says another, a bony man with a whispy beard and a pair of cracked spectacles

"Then where the fucking HELL did he go? God DAMN Ricky ain't you good fer nothing" yells the third, slapping his hat against his thigh.

You chuckle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as a drip of sweat makes its way down. Seems these boys meant to waylay you for your bounty.

>Keep hiding, maybe none of them are good trackers (D100)

>Go get your rifle, theyre sitting ducks (D100+5)

>Its a long shot but they see overdue for some JUSTICE (D100+15. Hardmode)

>Other

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1557633
>>Keep hiding, maybe none of them are good trackers (D100)

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1557633
Keep hiding, maybe none of them are good trackers (D100)

Rolled 82 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1557633
>>Go get your rifle, theyre sitting ducks (D100+5)

Rolled 95 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1557633
>Go get your rifle, theyre sitting ducks (D100+5)

>>1557854
Damn. Vaporize those fuckers why don't you.

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Rolled 22 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1557633
>Go get your rifle, they're sitting ducks (D100+5)
>>1557854
Gif related

>>1557633
Cursed love this dope cowboy action but get your butt back into Super Villain quest for a minute. People are trying to veer away from the path of science and sweet hero hunting towards the path of edgelord shit.

>>1557959
WHAT. HOLD MY REVOLVER

>>1558191
Revolver held.

Can we stop holding this revolver now? I want to see these morons get exactly what they deserve.

>Sorry amigos. Conked out on the couch. Shenanigans will continue momentarily

You crawl back down the ridge as the would be Bounty-thief's argue over what to do. You can't help but grin to yourself. This is simply TOO easy.

Sliding down the ridge back down to Slate you pull your Rifle out of its case, looking through the scope to make sure its still in focus. Dropping to a low crouch you shimmy back up the ridge, poking your head up over the top and sloooowwwlly bringing the rifle up to bear while shading the scope with your hand to make sure it doesn't flash in the light.

Settling the black crosshairs across the men you weigh your options...

>Shoot the one in charge, without their boss odds are they'll scatter.

>Shoot the big quiet one, without their muscle they'll be harmless

>Shoot Ricky. Cause fuck you Ricky.

>Warning shot. I don't know why

>>1558856
>Shoot the big quiet one, without their muscle they'll be harmless

>>1558856
>Shoot the one in charge, without their boss odds are they'll scatter.

>>1558856
>Shoot the one in charge, without their boss odds are they'll scatter.

>>1558856
>Shoot the one in charge, without their boss odds are they'll scatter.

You settle the crosshairs on the thin, sallow faced young man who seems to be in charge. He is viciously berating "Ricky", slapping him about the head and chest with his hat.

You steady your breathing, the crosshairs coming to test in the direct center of the "leaders" chest. He finishes his tirade against Ricky and seats his hat against back on his head, leaning back in his saddle.

BANG. The center of the thin mans chest is suddenly decorated with a small black hole, rapidly spreading a crimson spread against his stained shirt. He looks down in shock, shaking fingers touching the hole in his chest. He coughs a spray of blood and collapses out of his saddle, twitching fitfully on the dusty ground while his comrades look on in shock.

"What the- FUCK!!! Hes Dead Ricky" yells the larger one, his horse rearing in shock at the smell of blood.

"Who kilt 'im! Who deed it!!" wails Ricky, looking this way and that as he points his dingy pistol with shaking hands.

You chuckle to yourself. Literally TOO easy.

>Let them run

>Shoot again (Ricky or Big guy, D100)

>Other

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1558954
>Shoot again
Big guy

>>1558954
>Let them run.

I'd rather just leave it at that, seeing as the human stick figure was the bad influence.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1558965
Seconding this

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1558954
>>1558965
second

>>1558954
Great quest man, I just got caught up in one go.

>>1558965
Third

>>1558965
Good roll.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1558954
Shoot again, big guy

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1558954
>Shoot again
Big guy

The pair begin spurring their horses back the way they came, Ricky firing his cheap pistol over his shoulder wildly. The bigger man is whipping his horse wildly with the reins, drawing blood with each desperate swat.

"Can't outrun THIS, Pal" you smirk, bringing the crosshairs just slightly above and to the right of his head. Your finger rests gently on the trigger as you breathe.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Hold.

BANG.

For a moment you think you've missed. Then the bullet reaches its target in a explosion of gore.

The entire back of the bigger mans head explodes, showering his horse in blood and brain matter. He slumps bonelessly out of the saddle, hid foot hanging in the stirrup for a moment before his boot is ripped off.

You whistle to yourself in admiration.

"Hot DAMN im good"

You slide back down the ridge and leap onto Slates broad back. The ornery mule snorts at you before resuming his trot, eating up the miles back to town.

You ride past the thin mans corpse, his wide eyes already flecked by dust and flies, a shocked expression on his greasy face. Spurring Slate on you pass the now brainless big man in the road, the back and top of his head now a empty ruin, his brains completely scooped from his skull by the bullet. You spit onto his body and continue the ride back to town.

With your early start on the day you make it before late afternoon. You wave to the drowsy guards at the gate and make your way into town. The scant few people on the streets in this heat watch you in shock as Patterson kicks and struggles fruitlessly.

You hitch Slate and the packhorse onto the post outside the Marshall's office, dragging Patterson by his collar up to the Marshall's door. You knock loudly and the ever sleepy Marshall's voice drawls out.
"Who'zat?"

You shake your head. Unbelievable. He was probably taking another nap.
"Its Dermot McCade, Marshall. Here to collect that bounty on James Patterson. Got him wiggling out here" you call proudly, tightening your grip on the indignant bandits collar.

Without waiting for an invitation you open the door, wiping the dust from your feet on Patterson's jacket, dragging the bound man in despite his struggles.

Marshall Weathers reclines in his chair, blinking sleepily at you.
"Got 'im live then? Didn't think you could do it. Well, folks in town love a good hangin'. We'll short rope 'im. Make 'im dance." grunts the Marshall.

He regards you carefully before continuing
"I believe the Bounty was forty Clinks? You don't take any offense to that of ye? Ill throw in a extra five for him being alive and all"

>Forty Five clinks will do.

>Now Hold up. I killed his whole gang (Hold up scalps) AND old Washer AND all his ranchhands who were accomplices. We need to renegotiate the deal here. (D100+5)

>Other

Rolled 92 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1559185
>Now Hold up. I killed his whole gang (Hold up scalps) AND old Washer AND all his ranchhands who were accomplices. We need to renegotiate the deal here. (D100+5)

>>1559185
>Other

Forty clinks and a Shine.

>>1549328
>"Ehhh... Id hate to get a gallows ready for that shit but yeah, you bring him in kickin and ill make sure he leaves the same way" replies the Marshall, reaching across and shaking your hand. "Ill even toss in a shine if ye do"

Rolled 74 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1559185
>>Now Hold up. I killed his whole gang (Hold up scalps) AND old Washer AND all his ranchhands who were accomplices. We need to renegotiate the deal here. (D100+5)

afree whore fr the night

>>1559208
Anon ftw in remembering shit I forget.

>40 clinks and a shine is the No haggle deal.

>>1559191
What's the amount you have in mind Anon? (The higher the amount the higher the likelihood he will refuse)

>>1559253
60

>>1559253
start with 70 let him lower us down to 55-65

"Now hold up. First off the original deal was forty and a SHINE. if he was alive. WHICH HE IS. But I had to shoot my way through Old Washer, who was a party to his crimes, all of old Washers Ranchhands and all of Patterson's gang as well." you slap down the sticky scalps onto the Marshall's desk. "The deal needs to be renegotiated or im cutting this peckerwood loose right here in your office" you growl,irritated at being shorted.

"Now now... Hold up son hold up. We can talk. I know there are unforeseen difficulties in the bounty hunting business but you can't be demanding extra for a little extra work" he drawls, lazily picking his nails
"But.. You did bring me his whole gang in... Scalp form. And you DID kill his accomplice Mr. Bertram Washer. So ill tell you what. Ill give ye sixty clinks for him and those scalps. Fair?"

He counts out the money and slides it into a cloth pouch, signing a receipt and tucking it it into the pouch, sliding it across the desk.
"Now shoo, I gotta get this prick ready for tomorrow" he grunts, waving you away with one large hand.

You nod and take your money, stepping out of the Marshall's office and pouring the pouch of clinks into your wallet, relishing the noise and weight of the coins.

You look along the streets and sigh happily, flipping a coin along your knuckles as you hear the Marshall kicking Patterson into a holding cell.

>+60 Clinks
>What do?

>Go somewhere in town (Gunstore, general store, Bar, Sheriffs office, whorehouse, Bank, inn, other)

>Go somewhere outside of town (Old Farston ranch, Red Canyon, Lookout retreat)

>>1559324
Bar, for a drink and a meal.

>>1559324
>whorehouse

>>1559344
>>1559372
they can be the same place

>>1559324
So we don't get that shine, then?

>>1559494
A shine is just worth 10 Clinks so yes you did plus another shine of Clinks

>>1559501
Your currency is confusing.

>>1559501
So in actual fact we got 40 Clinks and 1 Shine + 1 extra?
Gottcha

>>1559537
Pretty much. Shines are basically the rich mans currency. Worth ten Clinks and A hundred dulls. A dull is something you would use in a very poor town for a bottle of very bad liquor. A clink is moderate value, accepted everywhere and is good for anything. A Shine is for when you want to buy something expensive and don't want to count out a shit pile of Clinks.

>>1559555
Maybe we should stop by the bank, it must be weighing on our wallet carrying all these Clinks, by the way what's the size and weight of the different currencies?
I assume they're the size of thumbs

>>1559324
>>Go somewhere in town (Gunstore, general store, Bar, Sheriffs office, whorehouse, Bank, inn, other)

Bar. First stop after a slightly intense job.

>>1559324
Oh yeah i haven't voted
>Go to the Bar

>>1559579
A dull is about the size of a nickel, a Clink is slightly bigger than a quarter and a Shine is about the size of a half dollar.

>>1559667
half doller??
you mean 50c?

You push open the swinging doors to the bar, stepping into the slightly crowded establishment. The bar is a two storied building across the street from the Sheriffs. Inside is a collection of shabby tables, clustered with men and women, playing cards, drinking, arguing. A long wooden bar runs across the entire side of the main room, a chubby bartender standing behind it. After a moment of regarding you the closest patrons return to their drinks and conversations.

You approach the bar and pull out a stool, tapping the bar with two fingers.
"Gimme a..."

>Beer. 1 Clink.

>Whiskey. Two fingers. 2 Clinks

>Bottle of whiskey. 5 Clinks.

>Gimme a glass of your best. 4 Clinks.

>Gimme a BOTTLE of your best. 10 Clinks.

>>1559683
Pretty much.

>>1559689
>Beer. 1 Clink.
Let's relax a bit

>>1559689
>>Gimme a glass of your best. 4 Clinks.

>>1559732
>Seconding

>>1559689
>Glass of your best whiskey with a beer back.

"A glass of your best please. Been a rough day" you say, sliding down a small handful of clinks.

The bartender nods, reaching behind him and opening a small cupboard, pulling a large, half empty bottle out. Pouring it into a a small glass he delicately places it in front of you, scooping up the coins with a practiced hand.

"Well hopefully this helps, my friend" he says with a smile, showing large, yellow teeth

You tilt the glass back and take a small swallow, relishing the flavor of the whiskey.

That's GOOD.

>ask the bartender something (what)

>look around the bar (specify what for)

>Finish your drink and leave (Where to)

>>1559775
>ask the bartender something (what)
Do you serve food here? Getting awfully tired of lizard jersey.

>look around the bar (specify what for)
Attractive women who aren't obviously prostitutes.

>>1559801
>lizard jersey.

JERKY, autocorrect, lizard JERKY.

>>1559775
This, but instead of women just anyone who stands up, one fella who looks too clean to be here, another with enough armament to supply the town 2 times over, you know things like that

>>1559775
>look around the bar (specify what for)
a card game
with a woman that totaly will not cheat us

>>1559813
Ugh anything but lizard or bug. I would kill for some crow or dire armadillo right now.

>>1560048
Isn't armadilo meat really bad for your health?

>>1560162
Only if you undercook it. Then you have about a 1 in 5 chance of contracting leprosy.

>>1560191
is that how it all started?

>>1560206
And Koalas have Chlamydia

>>1560210
but how?
all they dois get high

"Got any food here with the right amount of legs?" you ask hopefully, sick and tired of oversalted Lizard jerky.

The portly Bartender chuckles, writing something down on a piece of paper before sticking it through a slot in the wall behind him. You blink in confusion before a small bell rings and a platter of steaming meat and fried vegetables emerges. The chunks are slathered in some sort of dark sauce and the smell tantalizes your nose.

"Are those... Ribs? Like actual beef ribs? In this hellhole?" you ask incredulously.

The bartender smiles, nodding ponderously
"Free of charge too my friend. I heard you were the one who whacked the Young Snowtop and brought in Patterson. Asshole has been raiding my shipments for weeks. Consider it a thank you."

You take a tentative bite of the ribs, expecting legs, tendons, crunchy bits. Nothing but sweet, spicy meat that doesn't have the taint of mutation in it.

You wipe the sauce from the side of your mouth and suck your fingers in bliss.

Sweet jumping Jayzus that's good.

You polish off the plate of ribs in minutes and gnaw on a bone, looking around the bar. There are several people around that catch your eye.

>speak to the Young men in the corner, seems theyre concerned about something

>Speak to the older gentleman down the bar, he seems wise in the ways of the waste.

>Speak to the young lady hustling that card game. You don't gamble but she probably knows something

>Speak to Ricky, drinking by himself in the back

>Other

>>1560213
Australia. Everything hates you. Even the koalas.

>>1560239
>Speak to the young lady hustling that card game. You don't gamble but she probably knows something

>>1560239
>>Speak to the older gentleman down the bar, he seems wise in the ways of the waste.

Sorry, RIcky. But uh, you really fucked up with your old crew.

>>1560242
i know i come from there

>Speak to the young lady hustling that card game. You don't gamble but she probably knows something

>>1560261
Being an Australian does the natural Hate of Australia towards all life compel you towards murderous rage.?

>>1560286
ahha more like drinking and swarking alot.

i used to play with poisons birds when i was younger

also im now in canada

>>1560286
also its the small animals you got to watch out for

>>1560239
>>Speak to the older gentleman down the bar, he seems wise in the ways of the waste.
lets be honest anyone that is able to live to be an old man during this time has something important they can pass on.

>>1560239
>Speak to the young lady hustling that card game. You don't gamble but she probably knows something

It's been a complete sausage fest so far, lets see what passes as the fairer sex around these parts.

You approach the table where a young, dark haired woman is completely fleecing a group of ranchhands. You watch from a nearby stool, smirking slightly as she slips cards from beneath her sleeve, pulls them from her hair and pulls a winning ace out of her ample cleavage. You aren't sure how the ranchhands didn't see that. They arent looking anywhere else.

Eventually the young men grow tired if losing their months pay and slap the table, cursing her for being a cheating shore and less savory things. She chuckles lightly and waves them away
"I told you I was better than you. Now get going. You can win your money back next month if you're lucky, Mercer" she gives a cheeky wave as they storm out, swearing loudly

You pull out a stool as she begins counting out her winnings, pulling cards from various hidden pockets on her person.
"Fancy a game mister or you gonna keep staring?" she asks, wide eyes twinkling mischeviously.

"Sorry to say I don't gamble but...

>Write in Questions

>>1560995
What tricks were you using to get that ace out without them seeing? Those boys weren't looking anywhere else?

"How did you manage to get that ace out without them seeing? They didnt seem to be looking anywhere else" you say with a chuckle, pulling out a seat and sitting down

She pouts, toying with a Jack
"I just made sure they were daydreaming instead of looking for a moment. Give em a peek before I slit their wallets. They were done before they sat down"
She smiles over at you, sliding the card across the table.
"The key is making sure theyre looking and thinking what I want them to before I spring my trap on them"

You aren't sure whether to he aroused or terrified of this woman.

>Write in next question

>>1561135
Beauty and danger are both intoxicating.

>>1561135
Why not both?

Ask if she has any gossip she'd be willing to share? And if not share, maybe for a drink or meal?

(Also check our belongings subtly.)

>>1561135
Before you take all my money, I figure I oughta introduce myself. Dermot Mccade.

"Before you take all my money, Id just like to introduce myself. Dermot McCade. Caravan guard, Bounty Hunter, Wanderer Extraordinaire."
You extend your hand, slim cool fingers gripping yours with a surprising strength

"Emma Dubois, card hustler, money lender and broker of secrets. Pleased to meet you Mr.McCade" she says brightly, shuffling her deck again without even looking, cards spinning in her hands.

You smile broadly, subtly checking your wallet and making sure your weapons are still there.

"Well nice to make your acquaintance. Ms.Dubois, now what can you tell me about..."

>The Town of Daston

>The Wastes around Daston

>The Nature of The Wastes

>Herself (Write in)

>Write in

>>1561262
>>Herself (Write in)
Broker of secrets? Now I'm curious, What does that entail?

>>1561273
I probably worded that a little fancy, maybe instead we say What does a broker of secrets do?

>>1561262
>>>Herself (Write in)
>Broker of secrets? Now I'm curious, What does that entail?

>>1561262
>The Town of Daston
She just seals secrets to people

What brings you to Daston? I'm no gambler but how about a friendly game of Fish?

(she's a hustler, maybe there is bigger game in town?)

Scratch that first part. What can you tell me about Dalton?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>1.Herself. What does a Broker of Secrets do?

>2.The town of Daston itself

"So.." you say, leaning forward on the table "what exactly does a... "Broker of secrets" Do exactly?" you ask, cocking your head.

She laughs merrily, twirling a card in between her fingers
"I know things about people. I watch them, listen, read their papers, feel their hearts. Im sure to know the secrets of everyone i spend long enough around." she says with a large smile, white teeth glittering
"Like that old man at the bar? The one you were watching? He drowned his own son because the boy was born a mutie. An extra toe and he drowned the infant. That young man over there against the wall? Him and two other men left this morning to murder a bounty hunter. Only he came back and he STINKS of piss. And those young men headed into the back? Theyre planning on robbing the bank tomorrow when the sherrif is out of town to visit Struthers ranch." she finishes with another broad smile

You snort, you knew about Ricky but the other two were surprises.
"So how much do I owe for that?" you chuckle, watching her hands carefully.

"Ohhh take those a freebie. Secrets cost from now on my mysterious new friend" she smiles and pushes her seat back, standing and stretching like a cat
"I believe ill retire with my winnings Mr.McCade. Do come by here again and see me" she winks, sashaying out the door, whistling a tune.

You watch her leave, especially the part working in her much too tight pants. You shake your head. That's not a trap you want to walk into dickfirst.

>Follow her (D100, Hard)

>Approach another Patron of the bar. (old Man, Ricky, Young Bank robbers, Bartender)

>Leave and go somewhere else (Gunstore, general store, bank, Inn, whorehouse, sheriffs office, Marshall's office, other)

>Other

>>1564966
>Leave and go somewhere else (Gunstore, general store, bank, Inn, whorehouse, sheriffs office, Marshall's office, other)
Talk to the sheriff to confirm if she is a good source to trust. If she is, make sure to stay on the tail of the robbers.

>>1564966
>Approach another Patron of the bar. (old Man, Ricky, Young Bank robbers, Bartender)

Talk to the old man.

>>1564987

Or

>>1565321

Tiebreaker pls

>>1565651
what >>1564987
said

>>1565321
this

>>1565811
sorry linked wrong reply.
meant to second this : >>1564987

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1564966
>Follow her (D100, Hard)
Just to say i tried.

>>1565894
Also im guessing DC is 90/95

You stand from the table, dusting your hands on your pants before eying the young men filing into the back room.

Twitchy. Heads on a swivel. Visible weapons.

Young bank robbers are the worst. Crazy, stupid, cocky and with the worst ideas of invincibility.

You sigh, you should at least say something.

You make your way out of the bar, walking down the plank lined porches outside the stores and homes towards the sheriffs office. Hell need to be informed.

The sheriffs office is a low, long building with a dull brass colored star over the door. You knock on the door and enter before even getting a response.

The sheriff is a tall, thin man, gray flecked black hair and beard cut long but neat, his black vest and white undershirt spotless. A brass star is pinned to his chest and a well polished revolver sits on his desk.

"Well howdy there stranger" he says in a deep, dry voice
"What can I do for you, barging in here in a hurry like that"

>Theres gonna be a bank robbery tomorrow after you leave for the day

>I heard Theres gonna be some kind of disturbance after you leave tomorrow. You may not want to go

>I need a job (D100)

Shameless self bump.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1567084
>I need a job (D100)

Don't be rude, introduce yourself, and mention the previous jobs you did for the Marshal and Mr. Stevenson.

"I heard tell that you'll be leaving tomorrow for a check-up on a ranch? If'n you don't mind, I can try to keep an eye on the town for a day or so, for about three days salary."

Have him negotiate us down to a day and a half's pay. Also, does mentioning our previous satisfactory work get a bonus on rolls?

>>1567084
>Theres gonna be a bank robbery tomorrow after you leave for the day

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>>1567395
...I can't even be mad. I'm just disappointed.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1567084
>>1567395
second

>>1567395
Jeeeeeeeeezus CHRIST.

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>>1567440

"Well Sheriff I just wanted to let you know about a robbery that's going to take place tomorrow when you leave for the day. I would like to offer my services to provide some discreet security at the bank" you say quickly and smoothly, finishing with a winning smile.

Sheriff Owens stares at you, steepling his fingers and regarding you over the calloused digits.

One minute.

Two minutes. Sweat begins rolling down your back as the Sheriffs eyes narrow into black slits.
"Mister... McCade? Was it? While i... Appreciate your.... Information. I cannot help but be offended that you would seek to gather monetary gain from this... Potentially lifesaving information."

You blanch, trying to come up with a counterargument.
"I wasnt seeking money from this Sheriff I was just offeri-"

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOURE OFFERING YOU SCALPER" he roars, leaning across the table
"in this town I am the LAW. I am the one who keeps this town safe. NOT some flea bitten waster who thinks he knows how to shoot. The FIRST thing you did after getting your so called "information" was to try and make money out of it! Youre greedy kind has done enough damage in this town! Now SHUT youre greedy mouth and get the FUCK out of my office!" he smacks both hands on his desk and stands, breathing heavily.

Seems he REALLY doesn't like Guns for hire.

A pair of Deputies step around the corner, hands on their guns.

>Leave. Now. Fast. (Go where)

>Now Sherrif.... (HARD. Write in argument and throw in a d100)

>Quickdraw the Sheriff (SUPERHARDMODE, D100)

>>1567796
>>Leave. Now. Fast. (Go where)
Holy shit guys. I leave and this crap happens. Let's go back to the bar and drink till we don't smell of dishonor.

>>1567872
Cali you lost your Name! What black magic is this???

>>1567884
Oh. Some other anons took issue with it and flooded another quest arguing and shit. Something about etiquette and namefags ruining the board. Figured I'd drop it and save the QM a headache.

>>1567891
Fuck em man. You do you.

>>1567896
I'll keep it up for yours and probably evil genius. It just nearly derailed the fuck out of another one. So yea.

>>1567904
Really?

>Rubs hands devilishly.

What thread?

>>1567927
What gonna curse random anon on a thread that's already archived? Hah. You gonna join in on evil genius and shoot down the stupid businessman Mr. Wolf idea?

>>1567954
Are they STILL pushing that nonsense? Fuck me with a RAKE

>>1567954
>>1567957
What? I thought this board accepted Trips since it helped sort out who does what.

>>1567957
Some picked Cipher which is fine I suppose. I'm just tired of let them underestimate us or let's wear suits. Bitch we stab people and blow up buildings. We're two or three steps away from drinking the blood of our enemies and eating hearts.

>>1567971
I just did it for that thread, got tired of reading namefag this and that clogging it up. All good. How about that nat 1 on the sheriff?

>>1567983
Fuck. That. Sheriff, we were going to offer our services as a WATCHDOG, not an attack hound. I do my business that involves shooting outside town borders, just thought you might want to know.

>>1567986
>>1567983
But nooooooo, had to assume we were going to be a mad ass crazy killer. Fucking 1s.

>>1567992
I would have chosen the first option myself hah. We're pretty much only good at shooting and selling scalps.

So have we decided what to do?

>>1568031
I guess my vote wins by right of the only vote! Woo!

>>1568031
Gonna agree with Cali.

You raise your hands in surrender and back out the door. If this asshole wants to ignore your warning then it will be on his head.

You stomp angrily along the boards towards the bar. Jesus this town has an asshole sheriff. You've met some Fucking characters in your day but this is ri-goddamned-diculous.

Youre so pissed off your almost glad when Ricky steps out of the bar ahead of you, his narrow, sweaty face paling as his bespectacled eyes lock with yours.

>Shoot him in the face (D100)

>Stab him in the gut (D100+5)

>Tomahawk to the forehead (D100+5)

>Break his nose (D100+5)

>Kick him in the nuts (D100+5)

>"Hi Ricky, miss me?

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1568467
>Kick him in the nuts (D100+5)
>"Hi Ricky, miss me?

>>1568507
Oh, hey, a roll that isn't a fucking 1.

Who'd have expected.

Yay, me.

>>1568467
Whisper "lonely ride home huh bounty thief?"
If he doesn't respond
"You owe me big, I take cash, or ass your pick"
Then slap his ass and wink

>>1568507
>>1568539

I can mix these

>>1567891
>>1567954
What quest was this? I'd expect it on /qtg/ and maybe if someone said that names or trips were necessary for a quest that didn't have multiple player characters, but not much else.

Ill continue this tomorrow. Ill have more time to post then. Goodnight anons :)

>>1568467
>>"Hi Ricky, miss me?

>Hey guys. Im sorry but ill have to postpone until tomorrow. My life just got really shifty quite abruptly and I need a bit to get my head on straight. Thank you so much for being great players and stay awesome.

>>1571183
It's all good Cursed. Loving the thread, wish I could find more like it.

>>1571183
hey cursed do you have a twitter we can watch for new threads at?