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Ah ok, I mis-read your first post, I thought you meant each Knight would get 3-5 thousand acres.
Guess that's what I get for being half asleep and trying to read.
Guess that's what I get for being half asleep and trying to read.
It looks as if your plot,"An unheard secret", was cut short.
Though I hope to see this unfold, I would also have to be honest and say that what your planning wouldn't be for your average roleplayer, but moreso for those with particular interest in this period of time. Would it be possible that you might consider making this a Nations RP?, given the range of your stated ideals so far?
Ambitious undertaking, curious to see how it plays out should you garnish enough interest.
U.S. Marshal Joshua Hawkes rode into Ft.Hadley and up to the entrance of the Livery stable then stepped down of the large bay quarter horse, he could see the man he was after on the far end saddling his horse. He'd been on the mans trail for roughly a month since He'd ran from Justice and now that Joshua had him cornered in the stables, he wasnt going to let him get away, Joshua had a hunch Blackie would stay true to his nature and would'nt be able to resist whiskey, whores and a game of cards for long. He watched the man stop unsaddling his horse when the crunching of hay under Joshua's boots caught his attention, Joshua squared up then called out in a tone steady and confident,
"Dont turn around Blackie, keep your hands where I can see'em, I'm here to take you back to Sweetwater".
Blackie tense at his words, then widen his stance but, but kept his hands up on the saddle and answered back with a slight hesitation in his voice," Take me back to swing from a tree you mean, dont you Marshall?", Blackie paused a moment to gathered his courage, " You rode a long way fer noth'in Lawdog cause I aint going back", Blackie paused again, he knew he was in a tight spot, but the fear of swinging at the end of a rope was greater then eating lead, he was about to make his move when the Marshalls next words caused him a moment of doubt,"Alive or dead Blackie, it dont matter to me much, but your going back to Sweetwater", Blackie gritted his teeth and his lips curled into a twisted grin as he spun on his heels to face the Marshall, his hand going for the pistol on his right hip.
Blackie may of been a murderous scoundrel, But Joshua wasnt the kind of man to shoot another in the back no matter how much of a dirty dog an Outlaw was,but he also knew Blackie wasnt the type to go peaceably and Joshua couldnt blame him for trying, the thought of dying by haveing your neck stretched out wasnt a pleasant thought even to him. So he waited the few seconds for Blackie to spin on the heels of his worn boots and go for his gun, Joshua's own hand flashed like lightening, gripping around the handle of the Colt.44 and bringing it up out of the holster, thumb cocked the hammer, and squeezeing off a single shot before the barrel of Blackies gun cleared the holster.
The dark red spot at the center of Blackies upper chest grow instantly and he was dead before his body hit the dirt floor of the Livery Stable. Joshua holstered his pistol then took out a piece of paper and began unfolding it as the crowd slowly crepted up to see what had happened. It wasnt long before the Towns Sheriff and Deputy came bargeing in with guns drawn, stopping to look between the body on the floor and the only other man standing inside the Stables. Joshua held out the unfolded piece of paper, already knowing the Sheriffs question, he cut him off with the answer, "That man was wanted in Sweetwater for the murder of a Rancher and his family", Joshua nodded toward the dead Blackie, "I'll need you to bear witness that the man lying deads the same one on this wanted poster, then put your mark on it".
thought taken aback by the nonchalance attitude of the Marshall, the Sheriff took the poster then walked over to the body and knelt down to examine the face then the picture on the poster, after a minute he stood up and walked back to the Marshall, "Yup, that be the same man, I'll call for the Undertaker, you can come by the Office later and pick up this here poster and reward money". Joshua nodded then turned to go,"Didnt do it for the reward", was his calm reply as he stepped outside, then looked around for a saloon, wanting a drink of whiskey to cut the taste of trail dust from his throat.
Joshua walked back to his horse then stopped and decided to spend the day in town and actually eat something other then beans. Thinking it best to get a room first. He grabbed the reins and lead the horse inside the Livery stable just as some of the local menfolk were carrying the body of Blackie out. He paid for a stable for the night, unsaddled his horse then paid the Stableboy alittle extra for him to give the good hay and some oats to his horse. Grabbing his Saddlebags, He left the Stables and made his way down the boarded walkway, tipping the brim of his hat to the Ladies and nodding his head toward the men as he passed them, but for the most part they seemed to more interested in staring at the silver star pinned to his chest.
He made his way on down to the Inn, noticing it was across the dirt street from the Saloon he asked for a room towards the back of the building as he signed his name in the Inns ledger and paid for the room. The Innkeeper had a boy run his saddlebags up to the room. He stepped back outside of the Inn then took out his tobacco pouch and rolled a smoke, striking a wooden match on the post next to him, he took a puff then glanced over to the Saloon before crossing the street. Joshua stopped his lanky frame just inside the swing doors of the Saloon and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, there appeared to of been some sort of commotion going on as he watched some of the patrons fussing over some card game.
"Dont turn around Blackie, keep your hands where I can see'em, I'm here to take you back to Sweetwater".
Blackie tense at his words, then widen his stance but, but kept his hands up on the saddle and answered back with a slight hesitation in his voice," Take me back to swing from a tree you mean, dont you Marshall?", Blackie paused a moment to gathered his courage, " You rode a long way fer noth'in Lawdog cause I aint going back", Blackie paused again, he knew he was in a tight spot, but the fear of swinging at the end of a rope was greater then eating lead, he was about to make his move when the Marshalls next words caused him a moment of doubt,"Alive or dead Blackie, it dont matter to me much, but your going back to Sweetwater", Blackie gritted his teeth and his lips curled into a twisted grin as he spun on his heels to face the Marshall, his hand going for the pistol on his right hip.
Blackie may of been a murderous scoundrel, But Joshua wasnt the kind of man to shoot another in the back no matter how much of a dirty dog an Outlaw was,but he also knew Blackie wasnt the type to go peaceably and Joshua couldnt blame him for trying, the thought of dying by haveing your neck stretched out wasnt a pleasant thought even to him. So he waited the few seconds for Blackie to spin on the heels of his worn boots and go for his gun, Joshua's own hand flashed like lightening, gripping around the handle of the Colt.44 and bringing it up out of the holster, thumb cocked the hammer, and squeezeing off a single shot before the barrel of Blackies gun cleared the holster.
The dark red spot at the center of Blackies upper chest grow instantly and he was dead before his body hit the dirt floor of the Livery Stable. Joshua holstered his pistol then took out a piece of paper and began unfolding it as the crowd slowly crepted up to see what had happened. It wasnt long before the Towns Sheriff and Deputy came bargeing in with guns drawn, stopping to look between the body on the floor and the only other man standing inside the Stables. Joshua held out the unfolded piece of paper, already knowing the Sheriffs question, he cut him off with the answer, "That man was wanted in Sweetwater for the murder of a Rancher and his family", Joshua nodded toward the dead Blackie, "I'll need you to bear witness that the man lying deads the same one on this wanted poster, then put your mark on it".
thought taken aback by the nonchalance attitude of the Marshall, the Sheriff took the poster then walked over to the body and knelt down to examine the face then the picture on the poster, after a minute he stood up and walked back to the Marshall, "Yup, that be the same man, I'll call for the Undertaker, you can come by the Office later and pick up this here poster and reward money". Joshua nodded then turned to go,"Didnt do it for the reward", was his calm reply as he stepped outside, then looked around for a saloon, wanting a drink of whiskey to cut the taste of trail dust from his throat.
Joshua walked back to his horse then stopped and decided to spend the day in town and actually eat something other then beans. Thinking it best to get a room first. He grabbed the reins and lead the horse inside the Livery stable just as some of the local menfolk were carrying the body of Blackie out. He paid for a stable for the night, unsaddled his horse then paid the Stableboy alittle extra for him to give the good hay and some oats to his horse. Grabbing his Saddlebags, He left the Stables and made his way down the boarded walkway, tipping the brim of his hat to the Ladies and nodding his head toward the men as he passed them, but for the most part they seemed to more interested in staring at the silver star pinned to his chest.
He made his way on down to the Inn, noticing it was across the dirt street from the Saloon he asked for a room towards the back of the building as he signed his name in the Inns ledger and paid for the room. The Innkeeper had a boy run his saddlebags up to the room. He stepped back outside of the Inn then took out his tobacco pouch and rolled a smoke, striking a wooden match on the post next to him, he took a puff then glanced over to the Saloon before crossing the street. Joshua stopped his lanky frame just inside the swing doors of the Saloon and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, there appeared to of been some sort of commotion going on as he watched some of the patrons fussing over some card game.
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Username - Knights Templar
Character Name - Joshua Hawkes
Nickname - (if any)
Age - 30
Occupation - U.S. Marshall
Gender - Male
Height - 6'2"
Weight - 210
Appearance -
Clothing -as pictured
Starting location - Ft. Hadly
Skills - Growing up in the country, being able to shoot and ride was second nature, gotten even better during the war. Can read and write well.
Weaknesses - Can be overzealous at times in pursuit of outlaws, has been known to use his position as a Federal appointed Officer of the Court to overstep the authority of local Sheriffs.
Weaponry -1873 Colt Single Action Army .45/ Henry repeating rifle/ Bowie knife
Equipment -Tobacco pouch/ saddlebags/Saddle/Duster/bedroll/3 day ration of beans/Canteen/two changes of clothes/and a horse, of course.
Personality - Joshua tends to be Quiet, reserved and laid-back unless a strongly-held belief is threatened. He's hard to get to know well and very Individualistic, But is well-respected by the few that do know him for his perserverence in doing the right thing. He Can be depended on to follow through and will stick to things until they are done.
Biography - Born in Virgina and raised up on a farm by God fearing parents, he learned early both the value of hard work and keeping your word and had every intention of marrying and settleing down and living the good, quite life of a Farmer. Until the War between the States broke out in 1861, and not long after they lost the crops to scavanegers both blue and gray, then finally the Farm, which Union Cavalary came and confiscated it in 1863.
At the age of sixteen, he lost both his parents to fever and with no land to call his own, and with little prospects, he found himself riding with Jeb Stuarts Virginia Cavalry for the last two years of the War.After the surrender, he rode to the Territory of Texas and fell in with the Rangers chasing down, Renegade indians, Horse Thieves, Cattle Rustlers and Mexican Bandito's. When a Judge friend moved to New Mexico to become a Federal Judge, he asked Joshua to come Marshall for him.
Character Name - Joshua Hawkes
Nickname - (if any)
Age - 30
Occupation - U.S. Marshall
Gender - Male
Height - 6'2"
Weight - 210
Appearance -
Clothing -as pictured
Starting location - Ft. Hadly
Skills - Growing up in the country, being able to shoot and ride was second nature, gotten even better during the war. Can read and write well.
Weaknesses - Can be overzealous at times in pursuit of outlaws, has been known to use his position as a Federal appointed Officer of the Court to overstep the authority of local Sheriffs.
Weaponry -1873 Colt Single Action Army .45/ Henry repeating rifle/ Bowie knife
Equipment -Tobacco pouch/ saddlebags/Saddle/Duster/bedroll/3 day ration of beans/Canteen/two changes of clothes/and a horse, of course.
Personality - Joshua tends to be Quiet, reserved and laid-back unless a strongly-held belief is threatened. He's hard to get to know well and very Individualistic, But is well-respected by the few that do know him for his perserverence in doing the right thing. He Can be depended on to follow through and will stick to things until they are done.
Biography - Born in Virgina and raised up on a farm by God fearing parents, he learned early both the value of hard work and keeping your word and had every intention of marrying and settleing down and living the good, quite life of a Farmer. Until the War between the States broke out in 1861, and not long after they lost the crops to scavanegers both blue and gray, then finally the Farm, which Union Cavalary came and confiscated it in 1863.
At the age of sixteen, he lost both his parents to fever and with no land to call his own, and with little prospects, he found himself riding with Jeb Stuarts Virginia Cavalry for the last two years of the War.After the surrender, he rode to the Territory of Texas and fell in with the Rangers chasing down, Renegade indians, Horse Thieves, Cattle Rustlers and Mexican Bandito's. When a Judge friend moved to New Mexico to become a Federal Judge, he asked Joshua to come Marshall for him.
Mighty kind of you'sur
If I may make a request...since Sweetwater is pretty much centrally located on the map, could a Federal Courthouse be added?.
If I may make a request...since Sweetwater is pretty much centrally located on the map, could a Federal Courthouse be added?.
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