Once upon a time in the weird west11/26/2022 She has to stop here.īut she doesn't like the silence on bit. She hasn't eaten in two days, and ran out of water 12 hours ago. But the shadows of darkness that have persued her since she fled the farm haven't allowed her time to rest, let alone hunt and wash. Jianna can look after herself well enough away from the comforts of towns and cities. Denied its time so long, the land of dreams is inserting itself into her conscious mind. The distinction between the real and the imagined is getting blurry. Exaustion worries the warp and weft of her consciousness. Her eyes are red rimmed and her hair, face and clothes are streaked with trail dust. Jianna's nerves are raw and jangling as she approaches the silent mockery of a town. Ok, this is the first meeting between the Priest and Jianna, so introduce yourselves. The evil that had made its way to the Americas from the Old World had pressed itself into the soil like spilled blood, and it was up to him, the last of his kind, to make sure that bad stain would go. He already knew that this was a bad place. Not that he particularly wanted to, but in this land was any direction better than any other? He spotted the girl and her horse as he approached the town. The sun was descending quickly on the horizon and her throat was becoming dry. She was tired of screaming at them.Ī sign posted next to the single street that cut through town said that this was 'Dusttown' made her laugh. She did not know who her pursuers were dark shadowy figures with howling mocking laughs, that always appeared to be at the edge of her sight. When she spied the ramshackle huts of the town near dusk she knew she had no choice to make her way there. Her water was running out, and her horse's legs shook with every step. Her memories overlapped, only remembering a fire that had borne away those she loved and everything she had treasured. Hammer neighed, ready to bear its owner to wherever he required. The divine and the infernal appeared to be highly interested in this land. It had been a familiar visitor in his sleep ever since he had left Europe and journeyed to the New World. The Priest was familiar with his presence. Midway through his slumber, he felt a wind blow over him, and he did not need to awaken to know it was the angel Nemamiah, the Guardian of those who fought for good causes. The West is about to get weird, and you're in for a hell of a ride.With a cigarillo still lit in his mouth, the Priest slept under a blanket of stars, with his steed Hammer next to him. Hold on to your hats, cowboys and cowgirls. If you like your Westerns with a splash of magic, a touch of steampunk, and plenty of passionate romance between men, these genre-bending tales will exceed expectations. There might even be a dragon hidden amongst the ghost towns and wagon trains. On this frontier are those at the mercy of their own elaborate devices, as well as men whose control of time and space provides a present-day vision of the West. Roaming among the buffalo and coyotes, you'll encounter skinwalkers, mad engineers, mythical beings cloaked in darkness, and lovers who stay true to their oaths. even dinosaurs and genetically modified insects. There's plenty of dust, tumbleweeds, horses, and cattle on the range, but there are also magical gems, automatons, elementals, airships. The usual suspects are all present: cowboys, outlaws, and sheriffs.
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