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The Savage Worlds Campaigns
of GM Mark Sim
Curse of the Crimson Throne
Is now being played for the next few weeks
This is based off of the Paizo Pathfinder RPG but with a Savage Worlds twist.
Space is available at the table. Please contact the GM below for more
information.
Deadlands will return in a few months time or when the GM decides he has had
enough with the current game.
Contact Mark via email.
Deadlands Reloaded
Old West Campaign
will return Fall 2010
Red Petals Su whispered that Big Ear Tam deserved to
die, and that she would pay $3000 if you carried out the mission. Meanwhile she
and her leader Kang are buying fundament from Tam and his various cronies as
fast as they can.
Thin Noodles Ma was impressed with the courage of the white devil who stopped
his Rascals from having a bit of fun with some greenhorns. The loss of two of
them is of little consequence; there are always more showing up at his door,
hungry for food and money. Still, the way the group of foreign devils killed the
Rascals with such speed bothers his opium induced sleep...
Rat Skinner Hou sits back in his chair and laughs at how things work out. A few
hours ago he heard that some Rascals had been killed on the streets and that the
culprits were some newcomers to Shan Fan, then he heard that one of them had
volunteered to go into Ma's Red Lantern district offices, a fate usually worse
than death. Now the same white devil was pleasuring himself with some girls down
the hall from him. Was the plan coming together?
Meanwhile Big Ear Tam sat on the edge of the wall surrounding his palace and
looked down through the smoke and evening mists at Shan Fan. His Rascals had
informed him about the burning down of the Explorers Society lodge. An
unfortunate occurrence since it would alert others that he had an interest in
the Foreigners, he knew that Hou and Ma would now send Rascals to investigate...
Long Haired Tony sat in his office and whittled at a piece of hickory. "Shits
about to hit the fan here." he mumbled to one of his deputies. "Yep, gonna hit
the fan."
Captain Pennington-Smythe couldn't believe his eyes when
the wall of the cavern began to move. A huge mass of rock pulled itself free and
loomed over the posse before letting loose an ungodly moan that wrenched at his
vitals. "Spread out!" he cried as he pulled his Peacemaker out of its holster
and realized that the .45 had really no chance of harming something made of
living stone.
Some of the posse sent rounds ricocheting off of the massive creature while at
least one of the group ran screaming in terror away from it. Something about the
shape of its stone hands gave him pause... "Bigod! This thing must be related to
the Hoodoo's that the mountain men talk about. Perhaps..." Pennington-Smythe
looked closely at the 'head' of the creature and spotted a reddish hued rock
near the monsters forehead.
"Shoot the stone!" he cried raising his pistol and sending a round cracking into
the rock. "It's the creature’s only weakness!" Instantly several rounds cracked
off of the monsters head as it attempted to squash the posse members. Suddenly a
rifle round smacked into the stone shattering it into countless shards of rock.
A moment later the massive creature fell apart and fell into a steaming pile of
worm infested dirt and stone. "Well done chaps" Pennington-Smythe said as he
wiped the perspiration from his noble brow. "Well done indeed."
We're free at
last!" cried the filthy emaciated priest. "Praise God the most high for our
deliverance."
The serfs crowded around the posse and raised them upon their bowed backs as
others stripped the bodies of the fallen Cossacks and began piling them in a
nearby pit. The peasant woman cursed and swore at the bodies and some even went
as far as tearing off the genitals of the dead and throwing them over the cliff
to the water far below.
"We shall burn these foul creatures with the very thing they craved more than
blood and flesh!" the priest shouted to the cheering crowd as they began to pile
ghost rock upon the bodies. "let this rock scorch their remains and send them
straight to hell!" He cried as he threw a torch upon the pyre.
Instantly the fundament caught fire and with a whoosh and a arc light bright
flash, burned the bodies to ash. The serfs howled with joy at the destruction of
their hated overseers and danced in a long intertwining chain around the pyre as
they sang Russian peasant songs.
"Come" the priest said gathering the posse, "We shall cleanse the town and show
you Petrov’s evil first hand."
The posse was brought up to the village by a group of the peasants as others
looted the town. A group of less bedraggled serfs stood guard by the gate to
Petrov’s fortress, keeping the peasants from looting and destroying the place.
Inside they found a scene of depravity and lust as well as piles of sifted ghost
rock and bags of double eagles and Maximillian gold.
"Take it, my friends." the priest handed you the bags, "it was made with our
blood. We shall mine the rock ourselves and feed ourselves with it from now on."
The posse spent hours moving through the manor house removing the bodies that
filled every room. The foul stench near overwhelmed them as they helped the
peasant folk take their dead and bury them.
"This house is yours, we will cleanse it for you." the priest told them. "you
may come here whenever you want and share our bread with us. As long as the
Union flag flies above this place, you are our honored guests. Our children will
be named after you, and your names will be sung amoungst those of the Saints."
"Geez I wonder what Lacy is going to think of that!" exclaimed Jebidiah Kane as
he listened to the translation.
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The Dagger flew across the water, its twin paddle wheels sending a pair of
rooster tails high into the cold air as it drove into the Maze.
Sam Hellman sat propped up on a coil of rope with a wool blanket wrapped around
him and a cup of hot java in his hands. The slapping of the boat into the water
and the splashes of cold spray that flew over the gunwales were not a concern.
Hellman twisted around to look back at The Rock prison. Hong Fat's powered junks
were moving away, their diversion duties done, though two of the ships had fires
on board and were low in the water.
Closer to the city he could see several Maze Runners pouring on the steam and
racing toward the prison isle. "There's going to be some questions raised about
this no doubt." he thought as he watched the speedy boats.
One of his rescuers sat down beside him on the bouncing deck.
"Special Agent Hellman. I'm Jebidiah Kane, badge 667, HQ sent me to find you
Sir." Kane flashed his Secret Service badge as he spoke and quickly put it back
into his spray coated duster.
"We're headed to
Fort Lincoln,
where I'm sure the Army sawbones will be able to help you with your injuries."
Kane continued.
"Give me your hand Sir." Hellman held up a shaky hand and took Kane’s hand. "I
see that you've got a certain ring upon your finger."
"Yes Sir I do."
"What hangs over the main fire at the Grand Lodge?" Hellman asked looking deep
into Jebidiah’s eyes and holding his hand firmly in his.
"A jackalope." Kane replied.
"What I've got to tell you is bigger than the Agency. It's something that is
going to change the whole damn world."
Kane leaned over toward Hellman as he began to whisper his report. His face grew
pale as he learned the news...
Interested? Drop me an email and we'll get together for a talk.
Freeport Campaign looks like it might be done
"Milady?" Chauzer; Lady Marilise Maeorgan's butler coughed discretely before
opening the curtains on the fine bed. His Lady wasn't always the safest person
to be near when she was awakened suddenly.
"Chauzer? What is it man?" there were sounds of movement behind the curtain
before it parted revealing a shift wearing raven haired beauty. "You have news?"
She'd left strict orders not to be disturbed unless there was news about
Soderheim.
"Yes, Milady." He paused and glanced behind her to see if there was a companion
in her bed before continuing, "The Heroes have tracked him to the House of
Serenity in Old City apparently. They've called the Guard for assistance."
"That lowlife bilge sucking bastard!" Maeorgan, Captain Maeorgan had a well
reputed sharp tongue. "make sure that shit eater is killed this time." Her eyes
flashed at Chauzer who could feel his blood chilling.
"I don't want him to talk, or squeal, or even whisper about anything. I just
want his head on a pike outside of the Hall of Justice." She frowned for a
moment then with an effort, straightened her mouth. Her mother had often warned
her about the dangers of frown lines. "Send up that pair of greenskins, after
they've been bathed of course."
"Uh.." A shocked Chauzer paused, uncertain with what his lady intended with the
pair of hulking half orcs.
"You idiot! I don't want to lay with them, I want them to do something for me."
She pulled the curtains closed. "Leave a light on when you go and send up my
chambermaid, I need to be dressed."
"Aye Captain!" responded Chauzer, once of the pirate ship 'Sword', lapsing into
his old ways. "They'll be right up."
He turned and after lighting a candle on a table near the bedstand, moved off to
carry out his Ladies bidding.
The door bursts open, and you have at last reached the summit of Milton’s
Folly. The room is a square, 45 feet long on all sides. The ceiling is angled
toward the center of the room and ends in a six-sided glass enclosure that
sticks out four feet above the stone roof. A raised platform supports a slender
stone column upon which rests a crystal that shines yellow light through the
glass and out into the night.
Milton Drac, Melkior Maeorgan, and a serpent person stand in front of the
platform. Before any of you can speak, the tower shakes ominously, and the
platform and column begin to glow with a bright, yellow light. The stone throbs
with magical power as a beam of light shoots through the crystal and out into
the night sky. It blinds you for a moment, and you hear the voice of Drac:
“As I said, you are too late. The Yellow Sign is now corrupting the minds of all
those fools in the harbor below. Soon they will leave here and spread the
glorious madness of the Unspeakable One throughout the world! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
“Now, we can turn our attentions to you. Since I have been trying to kill you
for many months now, an agonizing death seems more than appropriate. Which do
you prefer? Being flayed alive or slowly bleeding to death as carrion pick at
your bodies? Neither, I suppose. I guess we shall just have to kill you now!”
With that the party leaps into action and in a whirling battle of magic and
steel end Milton Drac’s reign as Captain of the Council of Freeport. In a
desperate attempt to stop the flow of mystic energy flowing out of the yellow
crystal they push it aside and place the Jade Statue of Yig in its place at the
top of Milton’s Folly. Instantly a soft green light bathes the city as the Jade
Serpent releases its magical energy. The group steps back in amazement as the
bodies of the Snakemen begin to boil away in the green hued energy.
Snake-eyes seized this chance to escape with a powerful magical artifact and he
snatched the yellow crystal and attempted to leave, it was only through quick
use of a holding spell and some carefully delivered blows that he was stopped.
Now the group stands over his unconscious body and has to decide what to do with
him, and the crystal.
In the city of Freeport; madness has taken over hundreds of people and they lash
out at each other, filling the streets with blood and gore. The non-human
population takes the yellow sign as a signal to rise up and throw off the
oppressive chains that have enslaved them, they kill their overseers and set
fire to their masters compounds. In various sections of the city, men and women
fight for their lives against the maddened followers of the Yellow Sign.
"It's a new Era." whispered the Gnome looking out on the city as parts of
burned. "Now maybe I'll finally get rich!"
Deep below the streets of Freeport a cave shakes for a moment
before a large object drops onto the stalagmite covered floor.
U'Chatu; the leader of a small warband of Snakemen carefully approaches the
still twitching remains of a bulette that lay impaled on the limestone spikes.
He pokes at the monster for a few moments then signals his warband to approach.
"Yig has sent us this gift!" he hisses to his companions, his throat sac puffed
with excitement, "we shall feast on its meat and make fine weapons from its
bones."
"U'Chatu! Look my spear cannot scratch its hide!" one of the warband had been
poking the remains with his obsidian tipped spear. The warband leader took a
long look at the barely scratched hide and a thought sprang into his head.
"We can make fine coats of armor from this beast! Yig has given us more than
just food, with this we can fight the iron hides above and send them running
back to the light."
The warband eagerly begins the process of cutting off the plates from the
creature. Some run back to their tribal campsite to return with the females and
tinker's. Soon the bulette is a pile of steaming entrails on the cold cavern
floor. The Snakemen have moved their camp and begin the process of making armor
from the tough hide.
Standing before the remains of his Gods gift U'Chatu carefully cuts open his
left arm and lets the blood pour onto the entrails.
"Yig be praised!" he hisses before returning to the camp.
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Snake eyes can no longer escape the fact that he feels different from his
companions. Since his interaction with the priest of Yig in the ancient temple
he's felt oddly detached. His dreams, once filled with images of wealth and
glory have changed to that of deep spaces below the ground and alien buildings
being raised in the jungle. With the riots over, and thoughts of pursuing Lady
Grossettes kidnappers giving him no pleasure, he slips away when the other
members of the Snake Eaters aren't looking and he quickly climbs a building to
move along the Thieves Highway to his hideout in Drac's End.
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