edit: OOC is officially up.
edit 2: We are pretty much full, but feel free to join the discord for future consideration.
edit 2: We are pretty much full, but feel free to join the discord for future consideration.
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Western, Low Fantasy, Alternate History, Mystery
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The Cursèd West,
or 'The American Dream'
Western, Low Fantasy, Alternate History, Mystery
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I've seen devastating poverty and pollution in London's ganglands, and utter brutality in the Crimean War. I’ve seen the hopelessness of plague-wrought civil war in China; and death, munity and annihilation in India. But there's only one place I know that’d make the devil himself turn tail and run. They say that the new world was discovered when sailors followed a hot, red streak across the sky that sent storms of ash raging all across the planet. Four-hundred years on, this shattered place remains untamed. Ain’t just the dangers that roam the land, though there’s plenty of those. No, it’s the land itself, like it’s got a grudge against every soul that sets foot upon it. Here, the dead come back to life, only they ain't quite alive anymore. Witchcraft isn't some secret art, it's blatant and inescapable. Men'll conjure flames to their hands, or send eldritch shivers through the wind, and they won't bother hidin' it. There's some law enforcement, but it's no real match. The only real power is whoever is rich enough to have their own private guard, which is usually rail barons and the like: people who've got their claws deep in the frontier who are only out for themselves. There's woods that whisper to you -- turn you mad. There's deserts where you'll never find you way out, no matter how well you retrace your steps. There's plains where red ichor seeps from the soil like the land itself is bleedin' out... folks say the blood of all the men who died there during the war has stained the soil. Maybe they’re right. Or maybe it's just like the rest of this god-forsaken continent: pure, unadulterated Hell on Earth. Maybe I'm just a skeptic. Some say that this place is a blessing. Old rules don't apply here. I've heard of unexplainable, miraculous recoveries from terminal conditions; fortunes made by the poor, fortunes lost by the evil. I guess whatever your life was 'cross the Atlantic, it don't matter here. But if you ask me, the people saying that are just tryin' to sell you something. The American Dream, I guess. | ━━━━━━━━━━━━ |