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The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Troy laid against the cold snow, resting. Moving yourself around when your soul was so weak was... tiring, to say the least. Troy would gather up his energy, throw himself a couple feet, and then rest. The process was agonizingly slow... But thankfully, he was spared some of the inconvenience of life, such as the freezing cold or the boredom. Having a wielder would have made the trip much quicker, but it seemed no one in Newton was willing to pick up a revolver that was just lying in the middle of the street. They were even less tempted when said revolver flew several feet down the street. But in times like these, being cautious of the supernatural was a great way to stay alive, so he really couldn't blame them.

Hours passed, and finally, Troy had made it onto main street. The area seemed pretty empty, which wasn't a big surprise. Ever since the winter began, people have tried to stay inside for warmth. Troy continued to make his way down the street, hopping a couple feet forwards as the minutes passed. Eventually, he saw his opening - a young man, with runes and potions dangling from his person, exited a small bar and was making his way towards another building. This was his chance! Troy attempted to lunch himself, block the man's path, but he was just to tired - he had jumped only a few seconds prior, and doing it again would be too exhausting. Instead, Troy watched helplessly as the young man walked into the sheriff's office.

"Shit..."

The kid looked promising as well - somebody wearing runes on his person was much less likely to reject a supernatural entity like Troy. Seeing this as his golden opportunity, Troy carefully positioned himself to be as noticeable as possible, directly on the front step of the Sheriff's door. Someone was bound to come along, and hopefully they'd take him for the ride. Worst case scenario, Troy was fully loaded, and pulling a trigger was a lot easier than launching yourself forwards.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Theodore Smith

My Hider

The fights thus far had been relatively easy - the only thing Theo really had to do was get hit a little bit, which was relatively nothing since he had such a high Health pool. To be honest, the fear of death had stopped the second he entered the Dungeon - it wasn't until they made it out of the dungeon that Theo felt like vomiting. It took a lot in him to restrain himself from doing so. He was used to blood - hell, he was studying to become a doctor. But actual life and death combat? This was the second time it ever happened, the first being with those boars... And the boars were a lot less intimidating.

They had just exited the dungeon when Theo finally decided to look at the loot they had gotten - A crap load of Renn, to be sure, and he had more than doubled in level! The number of attribute and skill points he had gotten was lower than earlier, which was slightly disconcerting, but still, this dungeon run was amazing in terms of advancement. Theo was just about to close the message, when he saw the PM he had received.

This only brought up more questions - how the hell did they know he was lying about his identity? Were they watching him? And if so, were they watching everyone else? Could they watch everyone else? Theo was glad to have the items, but It honestly felt unearned... He had barely done anything, only took a few hits. While tanks are definitely important, they are pointless without DPS and Healers to Support them.

Kajin was, without a doubt, dead. The thought was a lot less troubling then it was earlier in the day, but it still chilled him to the core. Kajin was the very first person on his friends list - now, his name was greyed out, an indicator of his death. The thought was permeating, sticking to Theo's very heart. Even though he as raised in a bad neighborhood, this was the first death that Theo had witnessed - it was also the first death of a friend. Theo opened his inventory quickly, spying the new item - The Rosary. A shaking finger equipped it, and immediately, the feelings of pain and emptiness were gone - they were instead replaced with the familiar and overwhelming sense of power and confidence that was Dirk. The abruptness of the emotions being relieved was shocking, but Dirk entered the Tavern without a care for the moral implications of a personality-affecting item like this..

The party managed to congregate around a larger table after they had placed their orders - Theo ordered a Shepard's pie (how did they make it taste so good?) and water, while placing down a room for three nights as well. He sniffed his shirt slightly, deciding to take a bath in the morning. Sliding over the Renn, Dirk quickly began to destroy his meal, hungry after a long day of getting attacked. Aster, his second companion that he had met in this world, began to address each individual member of the party, detailing how she felt about each member. It was certainly heartfelt, and by the end of it, she announced something big - she wanted them all to form a guild. Until this point, the party had been a minor thing, something they could easily break out of if they ever wanted to. But a guild was a big commitment - something not many people were willing to agree to.

Theo nodded his head the entire time, until Karma began to speak. As soon as he finished speaking, Theo immediatly rose from his seat and pointed his finger at the healer, an expression of mock anger on his face.

"That's where you're wrong! None of us were better than the other - we were all parts that summed up into a greater whole! That's called teamwork, cooperation..."

Theo's voice grew serious temporarily, only aided by his high acting skill.

"You shouldn't put yourself down. We all put in so much effort, and there is no doubt in my mind that we would have died without you. Hell, if anyone here was missing, we would have been a lot worse off from that dungeon..."

"We pulled through thanks to teamwork - no. We did well cause we believed in each other. We protected each other's blind spots, and turned our weaknesses into strengths. We did well because we're friends... At least, I see you guy that way."

Theo winked and gave a thumbs up to the party, before adding

"That's why I agree with Aster - Let's form a guild! Even if things are rough, as long as we're together, we can accomplish anything - That's my opinion!"

It was the corniest, stupidest thing that ever escaped Theo's lips - but hey, it was in character. The others might be creeped out by the fact that the guy they had met only a day ago was treating them with so much admiration and respect, but whatever. Tragedy makes people come together, so they might go along with it. Whatever the case, forming a guild was definitely smart - they'd gain access to many new features, and these guys had proven themselves as capable fighters.

Theo sat down, thankful that his Acting skill helped stop him from blushing - the act, while exactly what Dirk would do, was pretty embarrassing to a kid who was used to being in the background.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Will post later today or on Monday.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Will try and get a post up by Monday at the latest.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Troy Casey

Appearance

Pre-Death

After selling his soul to a demon, Troy's body shifted itself in order to excel in combat - his bones grew hard, his reflexes and dexterity bolstered to superhuman levels, and his speed increasing to that of 3 men. Unfortunately, his body was twisted into a monstrous mockery of it's old self, and holy items burned him to the touch. He was infamous as one of the most dangerous shots in the new world, but rarely killed anyone who crossed his path.

Post-Death

Troy has become a disembodied ghost, but due to the weakness of his soul, has been forced to reside in an object of sentimental value and rest until he grows strong enough to exist without this anchor. His chose form was that of a Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver, his most prized possession before his death. This was the weapon he used in his final duel, and it never left his side. Even in death, it is less like he owns the weapon, and more like the weapon owns him. He is unable to support his spectral form, and thus only exists as the revolver. The gun itself is a simple weapon, made with an oaken handle and silver barrel. Despite it's size, it seems somewhat heavier than normal.

Name: Troy Casey

Alias: "The Revolver", "The Gravedigger"

Species: Supernatural: Ghost, possessing a revolver

Faction: None.

Biography: Troy Casey was born into a small, rather poor family around 1802. As a boy, he had a fiery temper, and grew up on the more wild areas of New England. He may have been a bit rough around the edges, but he had a good heart, and always did what he felt was right. These good intentions, however, rarely turned out well, and Troy was widely recognized as a troublemaker in his hometown of Ellsworth. Luckily, he was only imprisoned a couple of times, and they were never for longer than a year. Troy eventually dropped out of school, and took over the family farm. Troy, however, wasn't the type of guy to stay on a farm his whole life, no siree. He wanted to explore the new world, even if there wasn't much out there.

In 1820, Troy followed in the footsteps of Daniel boon and Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore the West. While Lewis and Clark had already explored the majority of the country, Troy was the kinda kid that had to see first hand what the new world had to offer. His travels took him from many parts of the continent, and he met many faces along the way. Some encounters were... less than friendly. Luckily, he managed to make a close friend during these times - David McCoy. McCoy was tall, pale, and had dark hair, but was very handsome. Definitely not the type you would expect to be exploring the wild parts of the Country. Still, the pair grew close with no one else to talk to - so close, in fact, that after a particularly bad Native American attack, David offered a fantastic deal - Troy would never have to worry about attacks again, at the price of Troy's immortal soul.

Troy was never a religious man, having been sent to jail several, times, and this seemed just like David's sense of humor. So, jokingly, the pair shook on the deal. Troy went to sleep that night, awakening in horror. He was roughly the same as before - only except half his face was missing, and tendrils sprouted from his body like disgusting tentacles. Troy immediately began to look for David, but he was nowhere in sight. The bastard had run off in the night.

For the next few years, Troy survived in the wild, staying far from human civilization. The supernatural was common, but he looked outright monstrous, and was sure to be attacked. It wasn't until 1840 that Troy had a lucky break. A man had died, leaving behind one of the newer inventions - a revolver. Troy had also found a large number of bullets with the man's corpse, and after practicing with the gun, Troy realized he was talented with it. Not to mention, his demonic traits made him all the more effective, his reaction time and speed quickly compounding to make him an excellent shot. With the hunt renewed, Troy continued to hunt McCoy, occasionally looting towns in the night to procure more bullets. In 1855, Troy stole a new gun from a naval officer, unfortunately having to break the man's arm to escape. It was then that Troy found McCoy, on the outskirts of the old Casey farm.

David had his own pistol and, wanting the duel to be fair, told Troy about a single weak spot at the base of his neck. A good shot there should kill him, sending him back to hell. If Troy won, he would get back his soul. But if David won, Troy was damned to not only an eternity of hell, but would be David's personal slave for all eternity. The duel was short lived - David had gone too easy on Troy. Perhaps he had generally been a friend, and didn't want to kill Troy. As he died, Troy felt his soul come back to him. Unfortunately, he was immediately killed - the Naval officer, dying of infection, was avenged by his soldiers, who had chased after a monster in the outskirts of Ellsworth.

Troy, however, refused to die. His soul, weakened from David feeding off of it for so many years, could not support a spiritual form - but it could continue existing if it found a place to rest. As such, it moved to the object that Troy held most dear - the weapon he used to kill the person he hated the most.

Years passed - Troy was wielded by many different people, all overestimating their newfound abilities. They usually died, but some simply tossed Troy when he wouldn't stop annoying them. Overtime, the Civil war started and ended, with little consequence to Troy. Eventually, however, the winter started - Troy would not be directly impacted by it, seeing as he didn't need food, but many people were sure to die. Finally, with a new purpose, Troy finds himself without a wielder and in Wichita, looking for a way to stop the White Wyrm.

Personality: Tired, Wise, Supportive

Melee Weapons: N/A

Projectile Weapons: Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver.

Skills/Abilities:
Himself:
-General Telekinesis - A staple of Ghosts. Relatively weak compared to most ghosts, but enough to move himself at a decent pace. Can use this to alter the trajectory of his bullets somewhat.
-Supernatural Quality - The revolver he possesses is supernaturally good. It never needs cleaning, never jams, and is far more difficult to damage than normal.
-Telepathy - Troy is capable of communicating with anyone touching the revolver, and can read their minds as well. This effect stops immediately after physical contact stops.
Wielder:
-Supernatural Marksmanship - Anyone wielding the revolver has a weakened form of Troy's skill with the revolver. This is an intermediate skill level, enough that the wielder can use the revolver as if they had it for a few years. This increases the wielder's skill more if they are already proficient with revolvers or they are demons.
-Enhanced Reaction Time.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Grec
Anybody really. Most likely the first person to find him.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Grec
Sorry for taking so long. This guy okay?

Troy Casey

Appearance

Pre-Death

After selling his soul to a demon, Troy's body shifted itself in order to excel in combat - his bones grew hard, his reflexes and dexterity bolstered to superhuman levels, and his speed increasing to that of 3 men. Unfortunately, his body was twisted into a monstrous mockery of it's old self, and holy items burned him to the touch. He was infamous as one of the most dangerous shots in the new world, but rarely killed anyone who crossed his path.

Post-Death

Troy has become a disembodied ghost, but due to the weakness of his soul, has been forced to reside in an object of sentimental value and rest until he grows strong enough to exist without this anchor. His chose form was that of a Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver, his most prized possession before his death. This was the weapon he used in his final duel, and it never left his side. Even in death, it is less like he owns the weapon, and more like the weapon owns him. He is unable to support his spectral form, and thus only exists as the revolver. The gun itself is a simple weapon, made with an oaken handle and silver barrel. Despite it's size, it seems somewhat heavier than normal.

Name: Troy Casey

Alias: "The Revolver", "The Gravedigger"

Species: Supernatural: Ghost, possessing a revolver

Faction: None.

Biography: Troy Casey was born into a small, rather poor family around 1802. As a boy, he had a fiery temper, and grew up on the more wild areas of New England. He may have been a bit rough around the edges, but he had a good heart, and always did what he felt was right. These good intentions, however, rarely turned out well, and Troy was widely recognized as a troublemaker in his hometown of Ellsworth. Luckily, he was only imprisoned a couple of times, and they were never for longer than a year. Troy eventually dropped out of school, and took over the family farm. Troy, however, wasn't the type of guy to stay on a farm his whole life, no siree. He wanted to explore the new world, even if there wasn't much out there.

In 1820, Troy followed in the footsteps of Daniel boon and Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore the West. While Lewis and Clark had already explored the majority of the country, Troy was the kinda kid that had to see first hand what the new world had to offer. His travels took him from many parts of the continent, and he met many faces along the way. Some encounters were... less than friendly. Luckily, he managed to make a close friend during these times - David McCoy. McCoy was tall, pale, and had dark hair, but was very handsome. Definitely not the type you would expect to be exploring the wild parts of the Country. Still, the pair grew close with no one else to talk to - so close, in fact, that after a particularly bad Native American attack, David offered a fantastic deal - Troy would never have to worry about attacks again, at the price of Troy's immortal soul.

Troy was never a religious man, having been sent to jail several, times, and this seemed just like David's sense of humor. So, jokingly, the pair shook on the deal. Troy went to sleep that night, awakening in horror. He was roughly the same as before - only except half his face was missing, and tendrils sprouted from his body like disgusting tentacles. Troy immediately began to look for David, but he was nowhere in sight. The bastard had run off in the night.

For the next few years, Troy survived in the wild, staying far from human civilization. The supernatural was common, but he looked outright monstrous, and was sure to be attacked. It wasn't until 1840 that Troy had a lucky break. A man had died, leaving behind one of the newer inventions - a revolver. Troy had also found a large number of bullets with the man's corpse, and after practicing with the gun, Troy realized he was talented with it. Not to mention, his demonic traits made him all the more effective, his reaction time and speed quickly compounding to make him an excellent shot. With the hunt renewed, Troy continued to hunt McCoy, occasionally looting towns in the night to procure more bullets. In 1855, Troy stole a new gun from a naval officer, unfortunately having to break the man's arm to escape. It was then that Troy found McCoy, on the outskirts of the old Casey farm.

David had his own pistol and, wanting the duel to be fair, told Troy about a single weak spot at the base of his neck. A good shot there should kill him, sending him back to hell. If Troy won, he would get back his soul. But if David won, Troy was damned to not only an eternity of hell, but would be David's personal slave for all eternity. The duel was short lived - David had gone too easy on Troy. Perhaps he had generally been a friend, and didn't want to kill Troy. As he died, Troy felt his soul come back to him. Unfortunately, he was immediately killed - the Naval officer, dying of infection, was avenged by his soldiers, who had chased after a monster in the outskirts of Ellsworth.

Troy, however, refused to die. His soul, weakened from David feeding off of it for so many years, could not support a spiritual form - but it could continue existing if it found a place to rest. As such, it moved to the object that Troy held most dear - the weapon he used to kill the person he hated the most.

Years passed - Troy was wielded by many different people, all overestimating their newfound abilities. They usually died, but some simply tossed Troy when he wouldn't stop annoying them. Overtime, the Civil war started and ended, with little consequence to Troy. Eventually, however, the winter started - Troy would not be directly impacted by it, seeing as he didn't need food, but many people were sure to die. Finally, with a new purpose, Troy finds himself without a wielder and in Wichita, looking for a way to stop the White Wyrm.

Personality: Tired, Wise, Supportive

Melee Weapons: N/A

Projectile Weapons: Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver.

Skills/Abilities:
Himself:
-General Telekinesis - A staple of Ghosts. Relatively weak compared to most ghosts, but enough to move himself at a decent pace. Can use this to alter the trajectory of his bullets somewhat.
-Supernatural Quality - The revolver he possesses is supernaturally good. It never needs cleaning, never jams, and is far more difficult to damage than normal.
-Telepathy - Troy is capable of communicating with anyone touching the revolver, and can read their minds as well. This effect stops immediately after physical contact stops.
Wielder:
-Supernatural Marksmanship - Anyone wielding the revolver has a weakened form of Troy's skill with the revolver. This is an intermediate skill level, enough that the wielder can use the revolver as if they had it for a few years. This increases the wielder's skill more if they are already proficient with revolvers or they are demons.
-Enhanced Reaction Time.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 1680/2000
Mana: 400/500

Stats

Health: 2000
Mana: 500
Strength: 11
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 1

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The wolf bit down onto Theo's leg, giving it a good grip to toss him around like a rag doll. This was by far the worst pain he had experienced in the game thus far - not the most damage, perhaps, but having a creature bite you in the leg and trapping you is pretty scary. A quick glance at the top of his vision gave Theo a sense of slight relief, however - it looked like he took no damage. He hadn't looked earlier, but that healing beam from Karma must have healed him a decent amount - enough that the damage from the wolf brought him back to the Health he had before the heal. Luckily, a flurry of arrows and spells caused the creature to loosen the wolf's grip, and Theo was able to push the monster off of him. Just then, Aggravate wore off, and the wolf leapt at the opportunity - metaphorically, and literally. It pounced onto the wolf summoned by dubstepp, before Aster managed to slaughter the monster with a whirlwind of blows. It crumpled into pixels, and the way to the chests was clear.

Theo collected his portion of the loot, equipping the new shield gleefully. With this, he could sell the buckler - that would be a pretty chunk of Renn, which would be all the closer to the plate armor he desired. As the loot was handed out, Alisea and Dubstepp got into a heated argument... Normally, Dirk probably would have interjected with a word of good nature, but the timing felt off - it might come off as him taking dubstepp's side over Alisea, rather than being impartial. Luckily, the argument died down, and they continued on their path.

They stopped relatively soon, when a massive number of wolves laid in front of them. They quickly rose, and combat started. Reylan, as he did in the prior fights, called out expected orders - Moving as quickly as he could, the paladin moved forwards, doing his best to block as much of the hallway as possible. There were far too many wolves for Aggravate to be effective, so Theo instead used the environment - the hallway, compared to the prior locations, was narrow, and considering his relatively large size, Theo could cover a decent amount of it. The wolves would likely be intimidated and unwilling to sneak underneath him - but even if they made it around him, Aster was waiting for them.

Two arrows hit the wolves to Theo's right, followed by a third shortly after. Alisea shot out her own spells, hitting Wolf 1 squarely with an icicle shot. Immediately after, a flaming ball and icicle attacked Wolf 2, before she addressed dubstepp. Theo looked to his side, seeing Wolf 3 attempt to run around him. Theo slashed at it, but allowed it to pass - now that it was relatively weaker, perhaps Dubstepp would have an easier time taming it? Theo quickly moved back, delivering another slash at wolf 1. If he was lucky, he could block most of the other wolves before they attacked his allies.

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Summary:
Equip shield
Block hallway
Slash Wolf 3
Slash wolf 1

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Still writing char, I had to finish up, like, 3 essays back to back for school.

Will have them done by tomorrow.