Saturday, May 31, 2008

Slade's Myrmidons

Little is known about the man known simply as "Slade." Rumor says he killed a man back east, and another man in a wagon train to California. They say it was after this second killing, Slade slipped into hiding in the Titan Mountains.

Slade occasionally would come down from the mountains into town for gambling and drinking, and always under an assumed name. He also came down to commit crime of one form or another, and always masked. No one ever saw his face during his crimes, but folks knew it was Slade because he always wore the same hat, a fine silk, New Amsterdam-made top hat.

Slade also had a gang made up of out-of-luck miners, rogues, thieves, hot-headed young men, and the like. Slade called his men his Myrmidons, and he ruled them with fear and violence. Most were sweet-talked into a life of adventure by the smooth-talking Slade, only to learn later the consequence if they tried to leave the gang or otherwise cross Slade. The Myrmidons dared not go against Slade's orders, and followed him without question. In a fight, they spared no violent measure for fear of exposing any unwillingness to their ruthless boss.

In Gutshot terms: Slade is big and tough and a good shot with a pistol. His men will fight just as ruthlessly as Slade, but if they are not in view of Slade, they slack off a bit (as expressed in the special rule below.)

Special rule: When Slade cannot see a Myrmidon, that gang member not only loses his reputation bonus from Slade, the gang member also loses a further -1 modifier to all his rolls as he is simply unwilling to be as mean-spirited as Slade expects him to be. This is ONLY in effect when the myrmidon cannot be seen by Slade.

Slade knows his men slack off at a moment's chance, so he does his best to keep an eye on them" Slade cannot make a move if it puts him out of line of sight of more than half his gang. If more than half his gang are out of sight of Slade, he must use his next action to attempt to locate unseen gang members.

If Slade is killed, the Myrmidons all must roll their TN with a -2 modifier; those who fail will retreat from the area. Those remaining fight with a permanent -3 modifier to all their rolls.

Yep- It makes things difficult for any player playing Slade, but it's something different to try to play out.

Slade: Armed with two pistols and 4 reloads, sawed-off shotgun with 3 reloads, and one helluva big knife. TN: 6 Specialties: Lucky, Hard to hit, True grit, Brawler, Reputation, Sure shot (pistol).

Myrmidons (5-10 gang members adjusted as needed): Usually armed with a pistol or shotgun, and a knife. TN: 7-10 (random). Specialties: (one random from this list) Speedy, Brawler, Fanning the gun, Dodge, Tough as nails, Sure shot (with main weapon.)

Note: Slade and his Myrmidons ar inspired by the personality written about by Mark Twain.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Profile and plan of Saddlerock's Main Street


Saddlerock is the county seat of Hades County. Its main street, known as Onundaga Street, in the early days, was remarkable for having buildings on only one side of the street. The other side of Onundaga simply had open land bordered by a large forest. Later in the town's history, a new bank, new stores and a few more saloons would be built on the south side of Onundaga. The forest also would be cut into and a large sawmill operation constructed to help in the town's growth.
In the middle of that forest, a few miles from Onundaga is the Saddlerock mansion, home of the founder of Hades County, Col. James Saddlerock.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

The Agartha Volunteers


With so much rampant crime in the county, it didn't take long for honest folk to band together in solidarity against those immoral elements.


Town sheriff, James Kane Cinder, had formed a small posse one summer to pursue some men who had robbed a small group of miners. The posse had worked well together in the chase (which had proved successful.) With vengeful satisfaction still warm in their hearts, a few whispers were cast about, and the first meeting of the Agartha Volunteers was set. Sheriff Cinder was chosen as its secret leader.


This group of vigilantes proved highly effective in reducing criminal activity in their small town. As rumor spread across the county, other towns formed their own groups of "volunteers." Curiously, the groups, colletively, became known as the Agartha Volunteers - be they frontiersmen from Triple City or businessmen from the county seat at Saddlerock. Even the little town and stage station of Shed, pop: 2, will go into the mountains to recruit miners for temporary forays against stagecoach robbers and horse thieves.


Crime still exists in Hades County. With the forming of the Agartha Volunteers, the bulk of crime has moved into the mountains, but it still overflows into the towns now and again. That's when the Agartha Volunteers, on moonless nights, slip into the dark with rope in hand, out to remind men of devious means who is the real master of Hades County.


In Gutshot terms: The Agartha Volunteers is always a rabble of mixed personalities and weapons. Since this is the case, you can either form volunteer groups with random character types and weapons, or you can choose the characters and randomize the wepaons, or any combination thereof. Or you can simple have your players make their own characters who band together for a one-off game.


Sheriff Cinder: A cool, collected man, Sheriff Cinder was a good choice as leader for the orginal Agartha Volunteers. His calm and powerful personality counterbalanced the vengeful passions of the volunteers. Cinder served in the War Out East and so had become an excellent marksman. Cinder is considered, if not the fastest, at least the best pistol shot in the county.


Cinder is armed with a modified pistol. The modification of the pistol extends it's range by 4 inches. Cinder is also a marksman (a new specialty I created for Cinder); Drop the pistol's range increments by one step; eg. Point blank range is now 1-3", Close range is 3-6" and so on. Far range (with the additional 4" of Cinder's pistol) is now 13-17".

TN: 6 Specialties: Sure shot (pistol), reputation, Marksman (as explained above), quickload, reliable.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Blood Red Roses


Unable to sustain business follwing the start of the War Out East, the craggy crew of the merchantman (some say pirate ship) Pinniped were disbanded in 1860 at the port of Orleans. Seeking continued adventure, some joined the Southern war effort while most others fell in with the criminal army of John Murel.


Murel's "army" consisted of two main elements, the Council (about 400 men), those who formed the strategies and made the decisions; and the Strikers (about 700 men), the henchmen who went about as actual parties to the crimes of Murel.


The Pinniped's crew was kept together as a company of strikers. They dubbed themselves the "Blood Red Roses" after the long-haul chanty sung on their ship.

The Blood Red Roses performed many tasks for Murel and the Council over the coming years. The War Out East came to an end, and the Council looked to the future of its enterprise.

One day, Orlean's police, backed up by troops of the military garrison, raided the Roses' base of operations. Some Roses were killed, some taken prisoner (and later hanged), though most escaped.


In the next few weeks, the rogue Roses discovered that Murel's Council occasionally would betray some of their own strikers to the authorities to stave off discovery of the larger operation. The Council had decided the Roses were of no more use in any of Murel's future operations, so turned them in. Captured strikers who turned informant were left unheard; many of the authorities were part of Murel's army- and all of them, members of the Council.


The Blood Red Roses vowed revenge, but they were also on the run. The main group of the Roses, about 50 men under the command of John Pinks and Billy Posies, took the trail to Hades County to go into hiding until the time was right to strike back. Unfortunate for them, their whereabouts were soon betrayed back in Orleans to Murel's Council. The Council decided the remaining Roses numbered too many to be left alone. They also feared sending strikers after other strikers may bring dissention in Murel's army. So the Council hired a few gunslingers and sent a sizeable force of men to hades County to hunt down the Blood Red Roses.


The Council first found a few members of the Roses in a saloon in Triple City. The men were dragged from the saloon and gunned down in cold blood. Roses commander John Pinks witnessed the grim execution from across the street in a hotel. He slipped out of town and gathered the remaining Roses throughout the county and began a cat-and-mouse game of skirmishes, ambushes and retaliations. The battles still occur, mostly among the Titan Mountains, though small skirmishes will fire up a town now and then.


The numbers of men left in both the Blood Red Roses and the Council are unknown; Each side sends for and receives a few reinforcements every few weeks. Hades County is ill-equipped to deal with the small war happening within its borders and has called on the Federal Dragoons for help. But the Dragoons have been unable to do anything since the bases of operations for the enemies are situated deep in the Titan Mountain range. So the battles continue to rage throughout Hades and the surrounding counties. The random posse gets formed, and a few three-way battles have resulted, but the Roses and Council are there to stay until one side has annihilated the other.


In Gutshot terms: The Blood Red Roses are like any other band of ruffians; they are natural brawlers, competent pistoliers, and almost always drunk. Their commanders, John Pinks and Billy Posies, prefer sobriety until their vengeance has been finally visited upon John Murel.


Pinks is armed with pistol and cutlass (treat as a saber). TN: 7 Specialties: Brawler, Contemplative, Hard to hit.


Posies is armed with a pistol, (single barrel) sawed-off shotgun and cutlass. TN: 7 Specialties: Brawler, Quick load, True grit.


Crewmen are randomly armed (determine before each battle). TN is randomly determined from 8 to 10. They also will randomly have one of the following specialties: Lucky, Brawler, Speedy, Hard to hit.

The People of hades County


On July 4th, 1865, many of the citizens of Saddlerock gathered for a grand photo taken by travelling photographer, Martin Brandy.

Most of these folks have since been killed, shot, stabbed, hanged, mangled, exploded or succumbed to sickness; So goes life in Hades County.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

El Torro aka The Bull aka Alastair Baine


Alastair Baine, born 1830 in London, decided early in life to make his fortune across the pond in the Federal States. He had read accounts of indians and gold and adventure in the wilds of America and decided this was for him. He ran away from home and made his voyage over in 1845 at the age of 15.

On the New Amsterdam docks, Alastair was accosted by ruffians, robbed, beaten and left with nothing but his pants and shirt; the muggers even took his boots which Alastairhad bought for this trip.
Having nothing to his name, Alastair wandered the streets of New Amsterdam, working when the work could be found, and stealing when the work could not be found. But he knew this life could not be sustained and sought a new solution which he found in the military recruiting office.

With events heating up along the Monterrey Border, Alastair joined up and was quickly transferred to the border with the 12th New Amsterdam Dragoons (under Colonel James Saddlerock, the founder of Hades County.) Alastair remained with the dragoons for 9 years, serving with distinction in the Monterrey wars and the Indian Rebellions of '50 and '53.

Throughout his military years, Alastair was noted for being somewhat bloodthirsty. He had lost many friends in the early months of vicious fighting in the Monterrey war, and was unable to cope with their losses. As his anger for the enemy grew, so did his cruelty.
Across the battle lines, the Monterrey forces took notice of this man from London and gave him the nickname, John Bull, soon shortened to just The Bull or El Torro. El Torro quickly grew out of the shell of the 15-year-old adventure seeker he once was, and into that of a lonesome and cruel man who thought nothing of cutting down women and children. There was no turning back for him.

El Torro continued his cruelty through the Indian Rebellions and as a bushwacker during the War Out East. El Torro had chosen the losing side during the War and was discharged at war's end.

Alastair Baine had known only battle and war for almost 20 years, and now his bloodlust had no outlet. It was a simple decision for him to travel the frontier, stealing, killing, to satisfy his anger toward the world that took his friends, that took his innocence, and that took his boots.

He is well-known in and around Hades County, and everyone stands clear as best they can. Local law, and even large posses are afraid to try to take down El Torro. Only one man had ever dared to take on El Torro and that was Col. Saddlerock, Alastair's former commander.

In one of Hades County's most storied duels, Saddlerock and El Torro had met face to face on the main street of Triple City. The fight started off close in and with knives, but guns were quickly drawn and lead flung. Both men received multiple wounds. The duel ended quickly when the Triple City was attacked by indians (that town being on the border with tribal lands) and every available gun was needed in defense of the town. El Torro slipped away during the fighting.

Though Saddlerock and El Torro recovered from their wounds received during their duel, El Torro was left with a pronounced limp in his left leg having been shot in the thigh. His hatred for Saddlerock simmers and boils, but El Torro knows Saddlerock is his match. So, instead, he takes out his anger on Saddlerock's legacy, that of the land and people of Hades County.

In Gutshot terms: El Torro is as bad as they get in Hades County. He is an excellent shot with pistol and rifle. He is a born rider having ridden in 20 years of warfare. And he is a vicious and strong brawler and knife fighter having fought members of just about every indian tribe this side of the Muddy River.
El Torro is armed with two pistols (two reloads each), a repeater rifle, and a large bowie knife (some have swore it was a shortsword.)
TN: 4 Specialties: Sureshot rifle, brawler, tough as nails, true grit, reputation and horsemanship. Note: Having gained a limp from the duel with Col. Saddlerock, El Torro's speeds are all reduced by one increment (so a crawl is considered a walk, a walk a trot, and a trot as a run) for purposes of deciding modifiers. El Torro may not move faster than 8 inches.

The Ralph Benslow gang

Ralph Benslow was born 1843 in Westport, Missoura. At a young age, his family -- mother, father, two brothers and a sister -- moved west to Agartha in Hades County where Ralphs father had lined up in a partnership to mine the Titan vein for silver. Along the trail, a sickness overcame the children and only Ralph and his younger brother, James, survived. Ralph's mother also became sick, but she too lived.

Ralph never adjusted to the move and quickly took up a life of petty crime. Along the way, he taught himself to shoot. He also learned to shoot with two guns and seemed to have quite an aptitude for it. Backed up by the power of the gun, Ralph's petty crimes quickly advanced to robbings and killings. Ralph had few friends, but those he did have formed the core of his gang: Mack Roberts, of Agartha, and twins Richard and Robert Sitzman, trail nomads who are thought to have originated from Omaha. These are the original Ralph Benslow Four.

During the gang's history, gang members would come and go. The gang's numbers counted sometimes up to 20 or 30 men, while other times it consisted of 5 or 6. All the while, the core group remained. No matter how many members were in the gang at any particular time, it was always known as the "Four." It seamed a minor point of information. But many an unweary bounty hunter or glory seeker met their demise having underestimated the Benslow gang's true numbers.

In Gutshot terms: The Ralph Benslow Four is pretty straightforward; It's core is made up of some fine gunmen, whereas any added hangers-on are simply cowpunchers, petty thieves, small-time thugs or any other assortment of minor rabble. The core members all have pairs of weapons: Ralph and Mack, each with a pair of pistols, Richard and Robert, each with a pair of shotguns.

Ralph Benslow: Armed with a pair of well-taken care of pistols with five reloads total. When using these pistols, Ralph (or anyone lucky enough to come into posession of the pistols) counts as having the Reliable specialty- but only for these pistols. (Except if the player already has the Reliable specialty.) TN: 6 Specialties: 2-gun shootist, Sureshot pistols, Reliable (with the pistols).

Mack Roberts: Two pistols with four total reloads, and two knives. Mack Roberts will brandish both pistols, but he does not have the 2-gun shootist specialty. He may, however, alternate fire with the pistols, firing one per action. TN: 7 Specialties: Lucky, Tough as nails.

Richard and Robert Sitzman have identical stats: Each have two shotguns and bandoliers with 25 extra shells. TN: 7 Specialties (both twins): Dodge, Quickload.

Other gang members: Before each battle, the gang increases in number (in addition to the core members) by 1D6+1. These extra members will have a TN of 9 or 10 (randomly determined.)

Thursday, May 8, 2008

The Ralph Benslow Four

The boys (Dan, Owen and Seamus) got summoned into a small station town in Dirt County to clear off the gang known as the Ralph Benslow Four.
Arriving at the north end of Main Street, they found only two (friendly) buckaroos hiding behind a wagon, and the sheriff lying wounded in the middle of the street a hundred feet away.
Otherwise, there were no sounds except the wind. Two horses were hitched to a freight wagon in front of the bank, and a lone riderless horse was tied to a hitchin post toward the middle of town near where the sheriff lay.

"Ya best git yer heads down, fellas!" one of the buckaroos yelled in a whisper. "Them Benslow boys is all over town."

The boys took a moment to assess the situation and decided to split up to take on the gang members one-on-one. Dan went into the stage station, Owen took the bank, and Seamus sneaked behind the short row of buildings to make an attempt to pull the wounded sheriff into cover.

It took Dan all of one minute to discover the gatling gun stored in the freight room of the stage station. Dan had fired a gatling once during the the last Indian war; he called the buckaroos to give him a hand. The remainder of the day was "fun" for Dan.

Meanwhile, Owen saw three or four men inside the bank, but couldn't get an accurate count, nor a division of who was bad and who was good; before he could figure things out, a shot rang out and took his hat off. Owen, for most of the battle, would play a dangerous game of point blank shooting; he, in the cover of the outside corner of the bank, and "they," in a window and behind an open door, both not more than 6 feet from the bank's corner. Dan took a peek through the cracked doors of the freight station across the street. He knew Owen could handle himself. He also pitied the two gang members who plucked away with their shotguns.
"Poor, fools. Heheheheh." Dan certainly was happy with his knowledge of "thundering" away with the gatling.

Down the street, Seamus managed to carry the sheriff to safety, but was sniped at from a couple undetermined locations. Soon enough, a couple of the gang came out of the gun store and the saloon at the south end of the street. After a few shots, Seamus took cover in the barbershop.

Back at the bank, another gang member rounded the opposite side of the bank from Owen and threw some bags into the wagon. He climbed into the driver's seat and took a shot at Owen. Owen was hurting; he had already taken hits from the first two black hats and was close to passing out.

Seamus also had taken a couple hits. The Benslow gang was unleashed with barely a scratch. The boys was feelin' mighty pinched. They were wonderin' if God wanted them to lose. Well, not Dan.

Let us take a moment to take notice of something: The name of the gang is the Ralph Benslow Four. The boys discovered seven gang members. "What gives?" Well, that was just the name of the gang. They needed some help, so they hired on a few more hands; they were just too lazy to change the name of the gang.

Back to the battle!

Ralph Benslow himself emerged from the saloon, both guns blazing at Seamus, and Seamus returning fire in ernest. Ralph's intension was to get on his horse and lead the rest of the boys, the wagon and their loot out of the north side of town. The skirmish was short and bloody, each man taking his fair share of hits.
Ralph finally made it to his horse and got one foot in the stirrup, but would not rise to the saddle; Seamus had emerged from his little barbershop fort and shot Ralph down most indignantly.
During this skirmish, one of the gang members had ran past Seamus. The man had dropped his gun and was running for his life to the wagon in hopes of escape with the rest of the gang.

The remainder of the gang was in and around the wagon all exchanging short-range shots with Owen who had barely moved 5 feet during the whole affair. It was best he stay in his own 5 feet, too. Like a man standing on a cliff overlooking Hades, one false step would land him in an eternity of hellfire.
Seamus greatly allieved Owen's predicament by providing a crossfire from down the street.
With the gang all mounted in the wagon, guns blazing, the driver released the brake and started to ride off.

Then the doors of the freight station opened. Dan smiled and hollered a warning to Owen: "GIT YER HEAD THE HELL DOWN IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FER YE- HERE COME'S THE THUNDER!!"

At that short range, the Ralph Benslow Four stood no chance.

The townsfolk came out of their hiding places. A reward was given to the boys, and a round of free drinks was poured for the buckaroos.
Seamus, Owen and Dan each got a new horse out of the whole deal. Dan was sore that he could not keep the gatling; it belonged to the Federal Dragoon patrol which returned to town later in the evening. The Ralph Benslow Four was buried on a small hill under a tombstone that read:

"They who lie here are the Ralph Benslow Four,
They had seven guns but Dan had more."

The sheriff lived.