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Jack Robinson
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You're a few hours outside of Sully. It's a dark time in the history of the United States, and it's progressively getting worse. Your mind is troubled, you ponder on the fate of the frontier. For the disappearance of Sully is not the only disturbing incident to occur recently. Peaceful native villages have been found ransacked, the inhabitants slain. White settlers have also been disappearing at an alarming rate. On top of all of this, there's a band of brutal bandits marauding and pillaging, and doing so in the name of an occult god.
Your guide and leader, Sheriff Billy Summers, didn't make much time for introductions once you all met up. Rather, he made sure everyone had a horse, plenty of ammunition, and ordered you to follow him. He's a mysterious, quiet man, and his presence does little to reassure you. He rides at the front of the group, silent and obviously thinking about something. There's around thirty or forty of you from all walks of life. You see blacks, Chinamen, natives, and whites. Men and women. Experienced and less so. But all of you have been brought to the outskirts of Sully for a purpose. A purpose you do not yet know.
You still have a few hours until you reach Sully. Time to talk, to learn about one another. Perhaps attempt to learn more about your mission from Billy Summers, a man who has been disturbingly tight-lipped about the whole ordeal. Whatever you do, you know this may be the last few minutes of peace and quiet you have for a while. Who knows what lies in Sully? Natives, bandits, worse? Whether you want to or not, you will soon learn.
Your guide and leader, Sheriff Billy Summers, didn't make much time for introductions once you all met up. Rather, he made sure everyone had a horse, plenty of ammunition, and ordered you to follow him. He's a mysterious, quiet man, and his presence does little to reassure you. He rides at the front of the group, silent and obviously thinking about something. There's around thirty or forty of you from all walks of life. You see blacks, Chinamen, natives, and whites. Men and women. Experienced and less so. But all of you have been brought to the outskirts of Sully for a purpose. A purpose you do not yet know.
You still have a few hours until you reach Sully. Time to talk, to learn about one another. Perhaps attempt to learn more about your mission from Billy Summers, a man who has been disturbingly tight-lipped about the whole ordeal. Whatever you do, you know this may be the last few minutes of peace and quiet you have for a while. Who knows what lies in Sully? Natives, bandits, worse? Whether you want to or not, you will soon learn.