Post by druinsbane on Feb 13, 2016 6:58:44 GMT -5
Big Trouble In Little Pecos
The huge, golden sun rose over the edge of Pecos Town, and its rays fell on a lonely scorched ground, cracks grew deep in the barren, parched soil like a wizened old face, baked hard, the cruel sun beat down, its single malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The grass grew in tussocks and flattened in waves with each gust of wind, only to spring up as fresh as strong as before. It was nothing like a uniform green meadow, each tuft was wild and slightly yellowing under the sun and between each there was bare soil, baked and powdery.
The town stood forlornly, a shadow in the rising sun a blot on the landscapes expanse, the early morning noises could be heard the call of birds tweeting their light high pitched songs, the not so pleasant sound of retching and of hung over as men spilt from bars or rooms to wash off the late night detritus that clung to men who spent the wee hours of the night drinking.
Mission #15
Granny Berta won the West Blue lottery jackpot! The ship with the prize money is approaching her home island, that's the perfect time to earn some easy money by raiding her town. Only.. why does it have to be Pecos Town, where a lot of skilled gunslingers are at home!
Luck, what could you say about her, she was like a kiss on a gamblers cheek, a good roll of the dice a good hand of the cards that changed lives, but she was a fickle mistress and could destroy as much as give.
Berta, an old lady was set to be rewarded graced with the loving hand of fate, to spend out her days in wealth and have a future where her grandchildren would not know the hardships of poverty, you could almost think there was a god in this world, if not for sinister plots and men with greedy pockets, would it arrive would the amount get there.
The Boat, The Money, The Plan
The boat has just pulled up it had just docked, guards were piling up and a force of men were preparing to make the steady climb to deposit the wealth, the marines of the island were on high alert and the sheriffs militia weren't taking chances, it was to be a track to Berta’s resident with three stops to check and look over the cargo making sure none of it disappeared in the trip between. It would leave in an hour.
Save or destroy an old lady's future, it is up to the hands that guide us.