Deadlands Reloaded homebrew campaign
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Local law enforcement is left to those who have volunteered, with the sheriff having long run off into the hills months ago after a terrible incident that turned his hair completely white. Some say it was the ghost of "Angry Jack", a law-breaking nemesis he put down during a messy shootout in Tallahassee back in '65. His former partner, Clem Jennings, won't talk about it, and has put out a wire for a Texas Ranger to come help. Of course, Sledge Bennett and his posse would rather take the law into their own hands...
With the sheriff gone, the outlaws have split into two rival camps, both hoping to outmaneuver the other somehow to take full control of the town's criminal element. One side has a lock on whiskey and exotic women, while the other deals in guns and gambling.
Big Boss Yee has managed to secure a number of smuggling rings out of Shan Fan, New Orleans, and even south of the border into Mexico. He has a bevy of beauties who are as deadly at martial arts as they are in the art of seduction, and they make for one heckuva spy ring when combined with the potent libations Big Boss distributes. His top lieutenant, Siobhan Le Roux, is well known for using the black magic that she learned in the Caribbean isles to keep the the girls in line or for when her natural charms won't work on a client of interest. That whole side of town is one big viper's nest you don't want to step on.
On the other side of the street you'll find the Tornado Gang, led by the Cacillas brothers, Esteban and Jorge, who made their way up from a piss-poor forgotten village in southern Mexico. Jorge Cacillas likes big guns and explosives, while Esteban Cacillas prefers marksmanship with rifles and small caliber arms. Both are serious card sharps, and have their cons down pat. One works with the other to lead some poor sap along, letting them win night after night until they get the sucker to bet it all. Then they clean 'em out so hard and fast it would make your head spin. Those that end up in debt to the Cacillas usually join their gang or end up taking a dirt nap. By far the worst of the lot is Ol' Joe, the biggest damn albino you've ever laid eyes on. Anyone causes a ruckus at the Aces High Gambling Den, Ol' Joe straightens it out right quick. They say Ol' Joe died from dysentery traveling the Oregon Trail, and not four days later he crawled up out of the shallow grave the wagon train buried him in, white as snow. No one knows how he got here or why he works for the Cacillas though, and no one's got the guts to ask him in person.
Meanwhile, a new ghost rock mining contract has been given to a local laborer, Samuel Falk, and some of the townsfolk have been signing up with his company for the back-breaking work of hauling fundaments out of the nearby native territories in an effort to get rich and leave this god-forsaken town behind. The land for the miner's claim happens to be occupied by a tribe of Apache natives, who naturally take exception to white men trespassing in their territory, and many lives and scalps have already been taken as a warning to stay away. Samuel is nothing if not determined, however, and is said to be making a deal with both Big Boss Yee and the Cacillas to try and leverage the native population out of the way through the use of either cheap booze or old fashioned violence. Surely nothing could go wrong with that plan...
Finally, rumor has it that a Seductive Young Woman has been seen walking the hills nearby, luring men and women alike off into the wilderness to be sacrificed to some darker, unspeakable purpose. Odd thing is, her victims always come wandering back into town sixteen days later, at exactly 9:32 AM. The Abductees never remember what happened to them during those sixteen days, and the only thing that the victims have in common is a Curved Scar on their back that traces around their right shoulder blade and an Aversion to Leather.
Add in the whispers of vampires, werewolves, bogeymen, demons, beasts, and a Ghostly Cavalry that rides through town at midnight every six nights, along with all the usual snakes, scorpions, tarantulas, and dust devils that are a daily nuisance and you get a town called Golgatha.
I call it home. Name's Perkins. Obadiah Perkins. I'm the preacher that's tasked with saving this town's soul. Got a small group that meets over at the church every Tuesday evening, right before sunset. You seem like you might be a capable sort, why don't you stop on by? We could always use another helping hand.