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GM: Preacher, you're awakened abruptly by Joan shaking you, telling you that, "You should be gettin' ready." GM: 8:30 AM GM: Joan looks at you, nods, and puts some earings on, grabbing her shotgun off the chair in the corner. Preacher: "I should eat first, haven't had anything since we came from Burmington." GM: Joan says "Maybe that whore at the bar could set you up with something," and grins. Preacher: "..." Preacher: "I doubt she can cook as well as you." GM: Joan follows you. EvanSB: "Hello, Preacher, did you sleep well?" Preacher: "I suppose." Preacher: "How long until the wagons leave, Evan?" EvanSB: "I'm not sure" EvanSB: "Hey, when are we leaving?" GM: Evan, you go inside and approach charlie, he's talking to some guy, and turns to you. GM: Evan/Cassidy: "The answer to both of your questions is in a half an hour or so..." GM: Evan/Cassidy: "You'd better get on the wagons if you dont have your own form of travel." EvanSB: "Well, my horse hasn't died since I came here with you." GM: Cassidy, done GM: Evan, Charlie smirks "Yes...that 'horse' of yours sure gets around..." EvanSB: "He's a good horse, even if he moos a bit..." GM: Cassidy, outside by a wagon you see a priest with guns. He looks like he owns the place with a gorgious woman by his side. GM: Cassidy/Preacher, there are men hugging their wives goodbye as they climb aboard the wagons, loading their stuff. EvanSB: "Charlie, is there any food around here?" GM: Evan, Charlie shrugs. "Ye' might wanna try the bar across the street. I h'vnt been here much." GM: Preacher, the tavern is in poor shape, better than when you left though. The thin layer of sawdust on the floor has been swept up, and there are four men building new tables as instructed by the whore barking orders in the corner. Preacher: ((Is the bartender in?)) GM: Preacher, yes, he's building tables though. GM: Cassidy/Evan, same descript of the tavern as Preacher got, plus you see each other there as well. GM: He looks up at you. "Ya." EvanSB: "Read my mind, Preacher." GM: Preacher, "I could make you some sandwiches, the kitchen's closed till we're done fixin the place up though. We figured there wouldn't be much business with most o' the men gone..." GM: Cassidy, you sit in one of the unbroken barstools. Preacher: "That will do." GM: Joan raises one finger, eyeing Cassidy. EvanSB: "Four for me, take some along." GM: Short dusty blond woman with long hair, a leather vest, blue shirt, tight jeans and cowboy boots. She's got a sawed off double barrel in one hand. GM: Bartender: "Oh, say...2 bucks should cover it." GM: He takes the 2 bucks and stuffs them in his pocket, then walks into the back room, coming out with some cheeses, bread, and some ham. He slaps them all togeather and throws them in a skillet, frying them up then putting them on a huge plate. "Ready." GM: He dusts his hands off, and starts sorting the huge pile of cards into seperate decks. Cassidy: "Hey, I'll take a couple of those." GM: The guy looks at you, and goes back to the bar, making 2 more sandwiches, and handing you 50 cents change. GM: Joan eats the sandwich. The bartender says, "Want anything to drink?" GM: She takes a small swig, wipes her mouth off, hands you the canteen and says, "Wagon's takin off," as she looks out the window. GM: ((Preacher, the meat tastes especially good to you.)) GM: Joan hops on her horse, and Preacher does as well. The four of you are brought together, following after the wagons. GM: Evan's horse is a cow that plods along after you, it has trouble staying up, as it clunks along mooing and ringing its bell. EvanSB: "Good Horsie." GM: The wagons move much slower than your horsies, but you can stay behind if you want, and whatnot and whynow. Preacher: ((Joan or evan can join me if they like.)) GM: Joan does. GM: Joan rides beside you watching you think, but remaining silent. GM: Nightfall comes and you're reaching a bottlenose opening in the surrounding cliffsides that have been creaping up along the side. You notice from behind you the wagons have stopped, you can see them by the large bonfire they've constructed.
 * Preacher opens his eyes and looks at her.
 * Preacher leans over and checks his watch.
 * Preacher cups the back of his neck with his hand and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, massaging slightly.
 * Preacher stands, stretching, and dresses.
 * Preacher straps on his gunbelts and runs his hands through his hair to fix it.
 * Preacher looks at Joan, "Ready."
 * Preacher heads from the room with Joan, gathering his pile o' crap from the chair.
 * EvanSB spots Preacher heading out.
 * Preacher looks at Evan, pausing...
 * EvanSB walks over to... uhh.... that one guy, from the bar..Charlie.
 * Cassidy goes and gets his horse and pulls it up next to the wagons.
 * Cassidy checks his shotgun, looking around at the wagons and such.
 * Preacher stands at the entrance to the inn, watching Evan.
 * Cassidy looks at the priest, then at the woman, and shrugs.
 * Preacher is a handsome, 6'1" tall human male with a lean, muscular build of about 175 pounds. He wears a dark brown, rawhide leather duster over long sleeved black clericals complete with white collar. Twin leather gunbelts hang from his hips, criss-crossing above his groin, creaking ever-so-often when he moves. He has hard, chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. His short, ash brown hair is well groomed and his skin has a healthy olive tan.
 * Cassidy is about 5'11", looks to be almost 40, with gray hair and mustache. He's got a shotgun at his side, and a worn leather duster throw over his clothes.
 * Preacher moves accross the street to the saloon.
 * EvanSB re-saddles Horsie and gives him some feed.
 * Cassidy goes over to the priest dude. "You look like you know whats goin' on hereabouts. How'd this town down south burn down?"
 * EvanSB heads over to the bar.
 * Preacher looks at the man, "I beg your pardon?"
 * Cassidy shrugs "You headin down with this lot?"
 * Preacher nods, "But right now I'm going to get something to eat."
 * Preacher looks to the bartender, "Do you have anything in the way of food?"
 * Cassidy shrugs, takes a chair, and waits.
 * Preacher looks at Evan and Joan, "How many?"
 * Cassidy looks back at Joan.
 * Preacher turns to the bartender, "How much for 10?"
 * Preacher hands him two silver dollars from his rapidly depleting cash supply.
 * Cassidy gets a cup of coffee.
 * EvanSB eats up.
 * Cassidy passes the bartender a silver dollar.
 * Preacher hands one to Joan, beginning on his 5 sandwiches.
 * Cassidy eats his sandwiches, and leaves the 50 cents on the bar.
 * Preacher drinks some water from his canteen to wash it down.
 * Preacher hands her the canteen, looking at the bartender, "No thank you."
 * Cassidy finishes off his coffee.
 * Preacher finishes his second sandwich quickly, grabbing his pile o' crap from the bar.
 * Preacher takes the meat and cheese from one of the sandwiches, eating them. He heads outside with Joan and feeds the bread to his Horse With No Name.
 * Preacher mounts his horse after securing his bedroll and such.
 * EvanSB tucks his extra sandwiches away and heads outside and quickly mounts his horse.
 * Cassidy hops onto his horse and follows the wagons out.
 * Cassidy glances at the indian's "horse".
 * EvanSB's horse moos at Cassidy.
 * Cassidy rides along thinking, coughing occasionaly.
 * Preacher rides about 2-3 miles ahead of the wagon, watching the plains.
 * Cassidy doesn't join him.
 * EvanSB does join Preacher.
 * Preacher stays silent during the ride on the trail, occasionally reading from a leather-bound book with the words Scripta Sacra engraved on the cover. He eventually feeds the remaining bread to his horse, eating the meat and cheese alone.
 * Preacher tries his damndest to remember something about the ngith before.
 * Preacher begins to set up camp for the night; bringing out his mess kit, iron skillet, bacon, and trail rations when the fire is going strong.
 * Preacher offers trail rations to Joan and Evan, beginning to cook some bacon over the fire, watching the flame.

Preacher rolled -+ 7 5 +- Result -> 9 EvanSB rolled -+ 5 11 9 12 +- Result -> 12 EvanSB rolled -+ 4 +- Final Result -> 16

EvanSB: "Do you hear that?" GM: Evan, Joan looks at you. EvanSB: "I think it's on the other side of the cliff, big footsteps." GM: "That banging?" EvanSB: "I don't know" GM: The horse's ears twitch, and it looks around curiously. EvanSB: "Know what an elephant is?" GM: Preacher, you start to hear it now too, it's echoing off the cliff sides. Preacher: "Yes, I've read of them." GM: It seems to be coming from the other side of the bottleneck opening in the cliff face. EvanSB: "Kinda like that, except with two feet though." Preacher: ((How far until the other side, GM?)) GM: Not very, it's pretty short, maybe 10 yards. GM: Joan looks at you, pulling her double-barrel shotgun. GM: Can't, its on the other side. The walking sound has stopped and you hear a loud howl that echos so loud it pounds on your ear drums. Preacher: "Joan, get on your horse." Preacher: "Ride to the wagon camp and warn them." EvanSB: "Bad mojo here." EvanSB: "Spirits must be unhappy." GM: She doesn't respond. GM: Joan "Someone else is here..." Preacher: ((What is she talking about?)) GM: You see 4 people on the top of the hill against the moon. GM: They are all on horses. GM: One of them starts down toward you, followed slowly by the other three. GM: Preacher/Evan: Cassidy, Charlie, and two other men ride toward you. The pounding continues after a few grunting noises. Cassidy: "Howdy. What's goin' on here?" GM: Joan says, "S..so...something on the other side of the mountain." Cassidy: "How's about we go findin' it before it comes findin' us?" GM: Beyond the ten yards, the flat land resides, with little to no vegitation. GM: One of the two 'other' men comes forward. EvanSB: "I will try and check on it." GM: "It don't sound so tough. Ill go kill it an' serve it for dinner." GM: He rides towards the bottleneck, yelling "HA! HA!" as he slaps his horse to go faster. Cassidy: "Wait!" EvanSB: "Oh damn." Cassidy: "I'm too old for this shit." EvanSB: ((Ok, Danny Glover.)) Preacher: "Evan, wait." GM: Charlie shrugs, "Lets go help him befar he does somethin' stupid." GM: You hear two gunshots echoing through the bottleneck, and a loud yell. GM: So you folks know, it sounds like a wookie... GM: ...a LARGE wookie. GM: Ok, all six of you ride through the bottleneck, where you see the guy on his horse with a smoking shotgun, trying to reload it clumsily standing before a VERY fat pinkish humanoid with decaying fleash and 3 heads. He has no hair, except on his back and belly, and is screaming really loudly (and angrily); it is about 20 feet tall. Preacher: "Jesus Christ..." GM: You hear gunfire start to clammer up as Cassidy, the other man, Charlie, and Joan all start to fire.
 * EvanSB pulls out his rifle.
 * Preacher looks up at Evan, a hand dropping to his pistol.
 * Preacher shakes his head slowly, scanning the area around their camp.
 * Preacher watches the indian's face, "How big?"
 * Preacher looks at his horse to see if it's reacting.
 * Preacher stands, looking in the direction of the sound, right hand on a Peacemaker.
 * Preacher looks to Evan, motioning his head toward the sound.
 * Preacher drops his left hand to his other pistol as well.
 * EvanSB tries to see anything.
 * Preacher draws both his pistols, staring in the direction of the howl.
 * Preacher speaks without looking back at her.
 * Preacher looks back at Joan, keeping the area of the bottleneck in his peripheal vision.
 * Preacher spins to face them, letting Evan watch the area with the howling, "Four horsemen, on the hill."
 * EvanSB gets up from his crouching position and looks at them for a moment.
 * Preacher stands there, a Peacemaker in each hand, facing the riders.
 * Preacher runs his eyes over the group, "Something's on the other side of the hill."
 * Preacher turns back to face the area 10 yards ahead.
 * Preacher nods, glancing at Evan.
 * Preacher holds his six-shooters steady, watching the overconfident fool.
 * EvanSB gets on his horse and trots behind the man quickly.
 * Cassidy pulls his shotgun and follows the man quickly on his horse.
 * Cassidy goes faster.
 * Preacher mounts his horse quickly and heads forward, both pistols at the ready.
 * Cassidy moves FASTER.
 * Preacher stops where he can see into the valley beyond.
 * Cassidy fires at the humanoid, and leaping off his horse.
 * Cassidy is muttering, "Had to go and lose your fool head, didn't you..."

Cassidy rolled -+ 3 4 +- Result -> 4 Evan rolled -+ 4 8 8 3 +- Result -> 8 & 8 Evan rolled -+ 6 7 +- Final Result -> 15 Preacher rolled -+ 2 3 1 5 +- Result -> 5 Charlie rolled -+ 4 1 6 2 +- Result -> 6 Man1 rolled -+ 1 6 +- Result -> 6 Man2 rolled -+ 6 5 +- Result -> 6 BigHairyBeast rolled -+ 12 3 1 +- Result -> 12 BigHairyBeast rolled -+ 3 +- Final Result -> 15

GM: ((Rifle or pistol?))
 * EvanSB shoots it.
 * EvanSB has had his rifle drawn the entire time.

EvanSB rolled -+ 1 8 6 11 +- Result -> 11

GM: You shoot the thing and hit it, it screams and flails its arms around, but remains standing, it now looks angry and is about to pummle Man 1.
 * EvanSB shoots it in the center head.

EvanSB rolled -+ 6 1 4 6 +- Result -> 0

GM: You shoot, and he moves. GM: And next is BigFatHairy. GM: BigFatHairy looks angry, leans over and plucks Man1 off his horse, Man 1 gets shoved halfway in his mouth, and ripped in two, the spine dangling. The bigfathairy guy tosses the torso aside and wipes the blood off his mouth. Charlie says "My god!" GM: Charlie aims his gun and shoots.

Charlie rolled -+ 10 6 9 1 +- Result -> 10 Charlie rolled -+ 8 +- Final Result -> 16

GM: Charlie's shot hits him in the lower stomach. The big fat hairy guy moves his hand across his belly, and frowns. with a pained look on one of his faces.
 * EvanSB shoots it in the head again.

EvanSB rolled -+ 10 10 8 2 +- Result -> 4

GM: You shoot the thing in one of its heads, it hits him around the eye and he screams, his face on that particular head implodes, the other two heads go, "WHAAAAAAA!"
 * Cassidy aims in the thing's general upper body and fires off both barrels.

Cassidy rolled -+ 8 4 3 5 +- Result -> 6

GM: You shoot the thing in the cuts and two large holes develop. He goes, "Whoooooo," and keels foreward, vomiting out some of Man1 from that particular head.
 * Preacher opens fire with his Peacemakers, trying for two shots into each of the creature's remaining heads.

Preacher rolled -+ 5 2 12 7 1 +- Result -> 12 Preacher rolled -+ 12 +- Result -> 24 Preacher rolled -+ 3 +- Final Result -> 21 Preacher rolled -+ 9 5 6 1 1 +- Result -> 3 Preacher rolled -+ 4 12 3 2 12 +- Result -> 12 & 12 Preacher rolled -+ 6 5 +- Final Result -> 12 Preacher rolled -+ 11 1 11 7 6 +- Result -> 5

GM: holy fuck Preacher: ((wooo!)) GM: Two shots pound into one head, the forehead has a huge indent in it with two smoking holes and the eyes in that head roll back. GM: The other two are dodged by him now turning to run. GM: BigFatHairy rolled -+ 10 10 10 +- Result -> 10 GM: He turns to run, two of his heads limp and tumbling around as he runs. His loud footsteps shake the ground. GM: Man 2 aims and takes fire towards his yellow back.

Man2 rolled -+ 1 2 +- Result -> 2 (Gone Bust)

GM: The shot basically pounds into the mountain wall, opposite of where the BigFatHairy is running to. GM: He's getting further...
 * Preacher fires another volly of shots at the creature's remaining head. Squeezing off 3 rounds from his pistols.

Preacher rolled -+ 10 4 9 6 3 +- Result -> 4 Preacher rolled -+ 9 4 8 11 10 +- Result -> 5 Preacher rolled -+ 2 8 10 5 8 +- Result -> 4

GM: You hit twice, they peg him in the upper back and he just screams. His arms shoot out and he keeps going. GM: Man 2 takes his action, frowns, and says, "Fuck." GM: Big Fat Hairy keeps running. GM: Charlie takes off after him. GM: Big fat thing with keeps running.
 * EvanSB takes another shot.

EvanSB rolled -+ 2 12 12 8 +- Result -> 12 & 12 EvanSB rolled -+ 8 4 +- Final Result -> 20

GM: You shoot the thing in the back as it runs away, you see a black spot form and the thing fall over, yelling like a...wounded..yak in heat. GM: Charlie and Man 2 start towards the torso of their fallen friend. GM: Preacher, Joan follows you yelling, "I...want to see...what the hell...was that thing." GM: Its arms and legs are flailing around, its now single head is screaming in pain. GM: A puddle of blood has already formed around him, mostly from the head and gut. GM: Preacher, it looks at you with sad eyes. GM: "Waaaggghhhh....blaaggghhhh..." GM: #BLAM# The feet hit the ground and the arms no longer move. Cassidy: "What in the hell was that thing?" Preacher: "I don't know..." GM: Joan comes up, riding around it. GM: "It looks sick..." Preacher: "It looks dead to me." EvanSB: "Poor creature." GM: There are parts of the flesh that are torn off and oozing puss. There are also places where it looks burned, and places where scars are buried in deep. This thing had a rough life. GM: Joan reloads her gun, as do Man2 and Charlie riding up behind you.
 * EvanSB hurries forward.
 * Cassidy looks and realizes there's nothing he can do.
 * Preacher holsters a pistol and grabs the reigns, spurring his horse forward with a loud, "YAH!!"
 * Preacher rides up alongside of the thing, keeping out of the reach of its appendages.
 * Preacher steadies his horse and aims his pistol at its head.
 * Preacher pulls the trigger.
 * Cassidy walks up to the thing.
 * Preacher watches the fallen creature, sitting astride his horse.
 * Preacher reloads his pistols, discarding the smoking cartridges.
 * Cassidy reloads his shotgun.
 * Preacher holsters them both, taking the reigns back in his left hand.

Cassidy rolled -+ 3 5 1 5 +- Result -> 5

Cassidy: "I don't think the rest of 'em need to be hearin bout this." GM: You all hear squeeking from the cliffsides as a heard of jackolopes run towards the corpse of the huge thing, ready to feed. Preacher: "..." Preacher: "I suggest we leave." GM: You notice a large pouch on its right hip, where a torn cow hide draped over his love meat lays, stained with blood. GM: An angry and defensive jackolope jumps in front of you. GM: The thing dissappears, the rest of the jackolope look at you, most of them scurry, the rest continue feeding. GM: Preacher, Joan looks at you. "Why'd you have to kill that thing? It was so cute..." Preacher: "If you want to find out, stick around." GM: She shrugs. GM: "It was only protecting its...food...ugh..." GM: Preacher, that pouch is VERY heavy, your horse almost buckles under the sudden dramatic increase of weight on its upper shoulders. EvanSB: "That wasn't much fun." GM: You turn back, the bottleneck visible from where you stand. Charlie, Man2, and Joan start. GM: Cassidy, Charlie looks at you and nods. Preacher: "Right about?" Cassidy: "Seemed like something big was nosin 'bout down here, so we came down to check it out." GM: Preacher, you arrive at your camp, Joan stops and looks at you. "Should we go back with the others, or wait here?" Preacher: "Let's head back to the wagon camp." Preacher: "But I want to see what's in this first." GM: She nods, Charlie and Man2 stop as well. GM: You pull it off, the horse groans and looks at you. GM: It exhails a bit of snot in your face, and whinneys. GM: Joan laughs. GM: You open it, it's full of a whole lot of crap. Rocks mostly, but there are also a few cracked oil lamps, a brass box, a boot, and a some sort of metallic thing that looks like it was invented by a mad scientist. It consists of a small container at the bottom, and a lid on the top, along with a little spout above the container. GM: There's a few bloody jackolope pelts, and a broken wagon spoke. GM: Rocks, rocks, rocks, gold eagle, rocks, rocks, shoe, rocks. GM: Rocks, rocks, bloody head, rocks, bone, rocks, ear, rocks. Preacher: ((How large is the object?)) GM: It's about the size of a breadbox. GM: you have absolutely no clue what it can be used for. GM: Charlie: "What the hell is that dang flammed contraption?" Preacher: "I don't know." Preacher: "Best not to tinker with it." GM: He shrugs. GM: It's full of cigars. Preacher: "That's it." GM: "Right. Get you're stuff ready, lets get back to camp." GM: The bacon is bairly edible, but surprisingly alluring. GM: It tastes really good, despite the fact its really crunchy. GM: Joan says "I cant believe you're eating that..." Preacher: "It's not so bad." GM: She looks at it, crinkles her nose and drops it in her mouth, cringing at the taste. GM: "I just don't know about you...#crunch crunch CRAAACKKK crunch#" Preacher: "We should ride." GM: She nods. GM: "Ready?" GM: Charlie, man2, and Joan ride off. GM: Evan's horse looks around with Evan drunk and asleep on the saddle, curious, then wanders after you. GM: You arrive at the camp, hearing guitar music, singing, and tambourines. People dancing, laughing and having an all around good time. The music stops as you approach. Preacher: ((Do I eat the whole half pound of bacon?)) GM: Preacher, yep. GM: You cant seem to stop. GM: Before you know it, the half pound is eaten. GM: Joan looks at you, "Jaysus, I dont know how you stay so thin." Preacher: "Maybe because I haven't eaten in 2 days." GM: "That'd do it...but a half of a pound of burnt bacon in 10 minutes..." Preacher: (("Thin? I'll show you thin, woman! THIN IS MY PATIENCE WITH YOUR MOUTH!!!!" )) Preacher: "You take what you can get." GM: Charlie ties up his horse, and approaches a woman and a teenage boy, then takes them aside. He starts to talk, and the woman starts to cry. The young boy seems upset, but not broken. GM: They look at you, Charlie leaves. GM: "H...h...h..." GM: That was the woman, btw. Preacher: "I'm sorry about your husband, ma'am. I wish there was a way I could make it up to you and your son." GM: She looks at you, frowns and nods, then continues crying. GM: He looks up at you, scowling. Preacher: "Would you like to pray for him?" GM:"Just leave me alone." He walks off around the other side of the wagon. GM: Joan comes up to you, looks at your face and remains quiet. GM: She clutches your hand between hers, and looks around the rest of the camp. Preacher: "Every man grieves in his own way." GM: "...I suppose..." GM: "I guess you start to get used to death..." GM: "It's just that...I kind of enjoyed watchin' Barney die...I wish I didnt, and the feelin' won't go away..." GM: 11:17 pm. Preacher: "We should get some sleep." Preacher: "We have a long ride ahead of us tomorrow." GM: Charlie takes a crate off the back of the wagon, and stands on it, calming down the crowd. "We leave early tomorrow, very early, so...try to get to sleep, party's over. Tomorrow much work will be done." GM: "But I do feel I need to warn you...be prepared when we near the remains of the city. Don't know what kind of...things...have decided to take lodgings there..." GM: "Nighttime everyone," he claps his hands twice, and people start to sound ornery as they set up a place to sleep. GM: Joan takes off her boots and vest, and lies down on the edge of the bedroll, leaving as much room as she can for you. GM: She puts her arm over your chest, and goes to sleep. Preacher: ((Do I sleep?)) GM: Yep. Preacher: ((Heh, sleepin' with mah boots on.) GM: You awaken to a VERY loud THUD, and the floor shakes below you. You're inside a wagon as far as you can tell. Standing in the middle row of three rows of crates and wood. You look around dazed for a moment, and see the sun just barely peeking over the horizon through the back. GM: #BAM# The wagon shakes again. GM: You hear a few screams outside. Preacher: ((Is the wagon moving? Where are my pistols?)) GM: It's rocking at the bang, but its not being driven. GM: You don't have the gunbelts with you. GM: You see Jackalopes terrorizing people, ramming wagons and horses, and chasing other people around. A few people, you notice Joan being one, are picking off some of them. You see where you went to bed, your gunbelts lying there. GM: Joan looks at you, "Well good morning, Mary Sunshine. Looks like we made some friends!" #BLAM# GM: She reloads. GM: Evan, you wake up on your horse, just outside of camp, you see jackolopes running around terrorizing people. Preacher: "THIS is why I shot that one." GM: Preacher starts picking some off. GM: "Yeah, well I got a feeling they wouldn't have a grudge on us if you hadn't disturbed 'em." Preacher: "I don't think this is because of me..." Preacher: #BLAM BLAM BLAM# GM: One of the wagons tips over and lands just near the fire, luckaly noone was under it. One of the oxen breaks free and stampedes off. GM: Evan, you run toward the camp, ready to pick off some jackolopes. GM: "Yeah, well, can't be too sure." GM: #BLAM# GM: She reloads GM: Evan, you get out in the battle, and start killing some jackolopes as well. After about 10 minutes of battle, the few remaining in the heard scamper off, and the damage is surveyed. GM: Everyone looks around, one wagon is tipped over, another has a broken wheel, one of the oxen escaped, and the horses have been spooked. Preacher: ((How many shots did I fire?)) GM: ((I'll go with 7.)) GM: After everything is done. The people break down one of the wagons, kills the extra oxen for meat, and replace the wheel with one from the tipped wagon. Then the wagon is dissassembled for wood, and the weight in every wagon is raised slightly. This means some people are forced to walk, slowing the party down for another day. When you set up camp that night, you see the husk of the burned down Burmington on the horizon. You also see several tents set up around it. GM: Charlie looks around, "Yeah...someone's taken interest..." GM: Several people try to tinker with it, one asks to see inside, the rest have no clue. GM: Its empty, but there is a bunch of black crust at the bottom of the opening. GM: It looks like dirt. GM: It's grainy and finely crushed. Preacher: ((Can I make out movement among the tents? How many are there, etc...)) GM: You can't really tell, you know they are tents, but are too far away to judge much more. GM: And you see at least 4, on the hill where the church is located.
 * Cassidy hops back on his horse.
 * Preacher looks the creature's corpse over, trying to spot anything else.
 * Cassidy glances at the pouch.
 * Preacher rides up to the pouch
 * Preacher quickdraws and fires two shots into the jackolope.
 * Cassidy shakes his head.
 * Preacher holsters the pistol and grabs the pouch.
 * Preacher places it on the portion of saddle in front of him.
 * Cassidy hops on his horse.
 * Preacher turns his horse back toward their camp.
 * Cassidy heads back to camp with them.
 * Cassidy looks at Charlie, "Guess I was right. Jesus."
 * Preacher adjusts it for the horse's comfort.
 * Preacher nods, hoping his bacon is alright.
 * Preacher looks at her, then back out toward the bottleneck.
 * Preacher dismounts his horse with the pouch.
 * Preacher pats him on the snout.
 * EvanSB chuckles a bit
 * Preacher wipes it from his face, slacking it off his hand.
 * Preacher wipes what he can onto the corner of the pouch and opens it.
 * Preacher takes the box and the object, peering through for anything else.
 * Preacher takes the gold eagle.
 * Preacher opens the brass box.
 * Preacher closes it and pulls his back pack from his horse, slipping the two items into it.
 * Preacher packs up his foodstuffs and kicks dirt over the fire to snuff it. Checking his bacon and then mounting his horse.
 * Preacher tastes it.
 * Preacher hands her a small piece.
 * Preacher pops a piece into his mouth and eats it.
 * Preacher is astride his Horse With No Name, eating burnt bacon.
 * Preacher rides with them, eating.
 * Preacher offers some to Evan.
 * Preacher scowls as he continues eating.
 * Preacher tethers his own horse to a wagon wheel, approaching the woman and young boy.
 * Preacher places a hand on her shoulder, looking down at the boy.
 * Preacher looks at the boy, a slight frown crossing his face.
 * Preacher removes his hand from the grieving woman's shoulder and heads to his horse, retrieving his bed roll.
 * Preacher stays silent.
 * Preacher looks down at her.
 * Preacher nods, unrolling his bedroll on the ground.
 * Preacher pauses, his back to her, "I know how you feel."
 * Preacher checks his watch in the firelight.
 * Preacher draws his right Peacemaker and pulls the empty cartridges from the cylinder, throwing them into the darkness.
 * Preacher doesn't seem to acknowledge Charlie, but is listening all the while.
 * Preacher retrieves a box of bullets from his pile o' crap and replaces missing round on his gunbelts.
 * Preacher stows it all away, settling in for the night, fully clothed with his gunbelts at his side between his arm and chest.
 * Preacher watches the night sky, thinking, letting himself drift.
 * Preacher looks around, trying to get his bearings.
 * Preacher jumps out of the wagon, looking around.
 * Preacher dashes to his bedroll, dropping to one knee and pulling his Peacemakers from their holsters.
 * Preacher opens fire on the jackalopes.
 * EvanSB hops off his horse and draws his gun, going to shoot them.
 * Preacher puts his back to the wagon and continues firing.
 * Preacher reloads when necessary.
 * EvanSB changes guns when he runs out of ammo in one until both pistols and rifle are empty.
 * EvanSB then reloads and starts over.
 * Preacher looks at the wagon he had placed at his back, narrowing his eyes and just staring at it.
 * Preacher straps his gunbelts on.
 * Preacher asks around the group to see if anyone knows what the contraption is, not allowing anyone to tinker with it though.
 * Preacher opens it, holding at arm's length.
 * Preacher feels it.
 * Preacher closes it up and returns it to his back pack for later scrutinizing.