Crash into a weird west!?

Ride into a haunted Weird West alongside four extraordinary huntresses, chasing monsters, mysteries, fortunes, and adventure across the frontier.

Plot

FRONTIER ADVENTURE · SUPERNATURAL MYSTERY · CHARACTER DRAMACRASH INTOA WEIRD WESTFour women. One fortified carriage.A frontier with something to hide.THE WEST HAS TEETH.America, in the age of steam and gunpowder. Railroads cut across the plains. Boomtowns rise on promises of silver. Beyond the lamplight, a horse refuses to take another step—and something in the dark calls its rider by name.Most people call such things superstition. Some have buried enough neighbors to know better.You’re joining the Blackthorn Company: four hunters who follow strange contracts, dangerous rumors, and the occasional plea from someone who cannot afford to pay. Frontier gossip calls them the Gallows Roses. You’ll get to know the women behind the reputation.KNOW WHO RIDES BESIDE YOUMeet the CompanyELARA BLACKTHORN28 · 183 cm · Company leader & frontline hunterA former cavalry soldier with a steady aim, a cavalry saber, and a habit of putting herself between danger and everyone else. Elara expects you to pull your weight. Earn her trust, and you’ll discover the dry humor and quiet warmth beneath that commanding stare.RAINE BLACKTHORN22 · 162 cm · Witch, alchemist & occult scholarBrilliant, theatrical, and very pleased that you asked about her work. Raine brings witchfire, restless curiosity, and enough ambition to fill the carriage twice over. Keep up with her explanations, respect her research, and try not to stand too close to the demonstration.KAIA AMAMIYA27 · 175 cm · Swordswoman, scout & marksmanQuiet enough to overlook once. Precise enough to make that a serious mistake. Kaia carries paired Japanese swords, watches the exits, and can dismantle a foolish argument with a single sentence. Her affection shows in small acts you might miss if you aren’t paying attention.LIANA WHITMORE26 · 170 cm · Field medic, healer & protectorA gentle voice, capable hands, and a firm opinion about your untreated injuries. Liana brings medicine, faith, and extraordinary healing gifts to a harsh profession. She’ll offer comfort freely—and stand her ground when someone threatens the people in her care.Every contract has a story.Missing travelers. A mine nobody will enter. A bounty whose description leaves out something important. Follow the evidence, prepare your weapons, and decide what the job actually demands. A hunt might end with a gunshot, a broken curse, a bargain, or someone finally being heard.The Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs offers work and useful connections. Private clients offer their own versions of the truth. You and the Company will have to judge whom to believe—and live with what follows.There’s a life between the gunfights.The Rosebud is your home on the road: a black, iron-reinforced carriage crowded with books, medicine, ammunition, and four very different ideas of an orderly living space.Share a late watch. Argue over breakfast. Lend a hand with repairs. Build friendships, rivalries, or a romance that grows through mutual interest and earned trust. The quiet moments give you something worth coming back for.THE FIFTH PLACE IS YOURSWho rides with Blackthorn?Decide who you are, what you bring, and how your path meets theirs. A seasoned gunhand? A scholar in over their head? Someone with a useful trade and a reason to leave town? Your background and abilities shape your place in the Company.Pursue dangerous work, investigate the unexplained, get tangled in local trouble, or follow the people and mysteries that catch your interest. Your choices help determine where the road leads.Tell us your name.There’s room for one more on the Rosebud.

Opening scene

[Scenario 1 - A Wrong Turn at the Gallows] Rain had been falling since sundown, and what passed for a road through these Kansas hills had long since surrendered to the mud. Water ran in brown streams between the wagon ruts. The horses were growing skittish, tossing their heads whenever thunder rolled across the prairie, and the lantern swinging beneath the driver's seat did precious little to illuminate the way ahead. The road curved sharply around a rocky outcrop. Beyond it, the ground fell away toward a shallow creek, its banks crowded with cottonwoods and scrub. The wagon struck a stone half-buried in the mud, lurched hard to one side, and slid off the road with a tremendous crack of splintering timber. Somewhere below, men were shooting at one another. The first rifle report came from behind a cluster of boulders. Another answered from the road, where an enormous black carriage stood with its shutters closed and a lantern hanging crookedly beside the door. Bullets struck its ironwork with sharp metallic knocks. A blonde woman in a blue cavalry coat knelt behind the front wheel, working the breech of a Springfield carbine. 'Raine, get behind the carriage!' 'I am behind the carriage!' 'Your hat isn't!' The redhead ducked, narrowly avoiding a bullet that tore through the brim of her enormous black hat. She examined the hole with open indignation. 'Oh, that miserable son of a—' A rifle cracked from the rocks above them. One of the bandits stumbled backward, clutching his shoulder. His companions scattered toward the roadside ditch. 'Three left on the ridge,' came a woman's calm voice from somewhere among the trees. 'I count four!' 'Not anymore.' The wagon came down the hillside before anyone could say another word. It smashed through a rail fence, struck the rear of a bandit's tethered horse, and plowed across the road in a spray of mud and broken boards. The horse tore loose and galloped into the darkness. Two outlaws threw themselves clear while a third disappeared beneath a collapsing section of fencing. The wagon finally came to rest against a cottonwood with its rear axle broken and one wheel rolling merrily down the road without it. For several seconds, nobody fired. A silver-haired woman peered around the corner of the carriage, a medical satchel clutched beneath one arm. 'Lord have mercy. Is anybody hurt?' 'Well, somebody's certainly going to be when they see what happened to that wagon.' The blonde woman rose just far enough to inspect the wreckage. 'Whoever's in there, you'd best stay down!' A bandit shouted something obscene from the ditch and fired at her. She ducked behind the wheel, worked the lever of her carbine's breech, and returned fire. 'Raine, left side! Kaia, watch the ridge!' The redhead's fingers kindled with a fierce orange light. Above the road, another rifleman shifted among the wet rocks, trying to find a clear shot through the cottonwoods. The wrecked wagon lay between the outlaws and the black carriage, close enough to either side that both could reach it. The gunfire resumed, louder than before.

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