The Pamazoo Train Raid

Unsuspecting travelers on an OmeraTrak locomotive get their first taste of the Mythic Frontier

The rich, fertile farmlands at the heart of America include the territories of the Dakotas, Kansas and Oklahoma.
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Lora Campbell
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Sat Jan 06, 2018 3:19 am

Well. This was an undesirable turn of events.

At least Lora had managed to deal a bit of damage to the vampire. Indeed, a witch was always prepared. This would be shown repeatedly as she continued to whip things out of her bag o’tricks.

She didn’t have anything to keep herself from getting shot, unfortunately. And she wasn’t a healer. Not in the sense that one might imagine, anyway. So she was exceedingly glad that once the vampire gave the kill order, there was enough time for her to take cover in an unoccupied seat.

“Bastards,” she muttered as she took a bottle of an unidentified powder out of her purse and smashed it against the floor.

The powder dust drifted into the center of the train car. The cloud seemed to grow thicker and wider. After a couple of seconds, the gunmen might imagine they saw a glowing pair of eyes in the dust.

And then the dust thinned to reveal the duppy. It was ghostlike, except that instead of looking like a person, it was a goat with burning eyes and smoke pouring from its nostrils. Heavy chains fell around its form, and when its gaze settled on the gunmen, a wave of malevolence would settle over them all.

If the sight of the thing was not enough to dissuade the men from their orders, the way the duppy began to churn its strange legs — two goat, one horse, one human — might do it. All of the men who held guns aimed at Lora, its master, would be in its path as it rushed at them, one by one or two by two, with all the speed of… well, a speeding train. And if they were unfortunate enough to be in its path, being hit by it would have about the same effect.

Meanwhile, those men were also facing the threat of Colt’s shots as well, and Lora, still taking shelter, was immensely glad for the assist. Once the threat of her being shot by the bowler hat men was passed, she would peer out of a window to see just who that was, and, if spotted, offer a salute in thanks.
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Colt Carson
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Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:40 pm

The injured Colt returned a salute to Lora, grinning despite the sharp pain in his side. The duppy 's attack, combined with what few shots Colt could fire off, cleared the sixth train car. It was good that Colt had a hard time seeing just what in the hell Lora had conjured, else he might think she was in league with the vampire! But alas, he rode forward, evading gunfire from the fifth and fourth cars, to spot Holden in car three.

The outlaws in that car just looked curiously at Holden. "Huh, who... what?" they questioned, confused. One of the men turned his gun from his hostage and towards Precistone, moments later, a well-placed shot from Colt's bolt-action splattered the man's brains across the opposite window. Blood-curling screams erupted across the train car as bullets began to fly towards Holden's position, and out the window towards Skylark.

A sadder story panned out for those left in cars four and five. Athan, the vampire, had finally managed to get things under control. He sabotaged the door of the fifth car so that Lora would have a hard time opening it. He then sucked the blood from an innocent passenger, revitalizing himself, tossing the corpse carelessly out a window. "Unlatch the train!" he roared. One of his men pushed into train four, and there unlatched the back of the train from the front.

The OmeraTrak engine sped down the tracks to Pamazoo, while the rest of it starting to slow down and come to a halt, which would allow Athan's lackeys to get off of the train with their hostages.
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Sat Jan 06, 2018 3:14 pm

It would be the racist cowboy who ruined his plan and had Holden diving down behind one of the seat backs while he was being fired at. Cowering down below the headrest he was cursing the man rather imaginatively out loud as he caught sight of the other train cars being released from the back of the car. His cursing only gathered in intensity. He needed to stop the rest of this train before they were too far separated and hopefully bring them back together. If he slammed the e-brake it would cause the car to pull and create just enough give that it might bring them back together. To do so would mean him having to be in the opening between to clamp the lock back down.

“To hell with it,” he murmured as he looked at the loaded gun. He pulled a briefcase out from underneath his seat and tossed it out in the aisle to gather the mens attention. With it tossed he rose up in his seat and fired a few shots. One of the men holding a hostage released her in order to assault the dwarf personally.

Holden grinned as he approached as he grabbed a rather large hat-box, well put together too by the looks of it. He swung up from behind his position and slammed it into the side of his head disorienting the man. It would be in doing this he made a mistake and he felt a sudden pain in his left shoulder. Blood began to pour from the wound infuriating the dwarf who now held no regard for the rest of his well-being. He shot the man he had knocked with the hat box and then vaulted over the chairs. He brought his arm up and placed a few shots knocking down two men with four shots. He had one bullet left and only one man left who had been outside uncoupling the cars.

He walked straight up to the door and tucked his pistol into his waist pant. He slammed it open and with all his might shoved the man directly in front of him. With no other train car no behind him he would fall into open air and track as Holden grabbed the brake and yanked it. His left shoulder cried out in protest at the action but he would not be denied as he gave it his absolute best.
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Lora Campbell
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Sat Jan 13, 2018 4:59 pm

The horseman’s salute encouraged Lora, who was now beginning to think that just maybe, she might not be alone in this crazy thing. As well, her duppy’s success in clearing the car (and in scaring the wits out of her fellow passengers) egged her on, and she stepped out from behind her hiding place in time to see the drained body go flying from car five. This was great for Lora, because now she knew for certain that her vampiric nemesis was in attendance there.

She went out on the car ties, noticing that the train was slowing but not yet realizing that the engine was leaving them behind, and was stymied by the stuck door. She thought there must be a more polite way to get it open beyond busting through like some barbarian, but time was short.

She nodded at the duppy, which stood just within car six. “You know what to do,” she said.

The rolling-calf picked up its legs and sped at the door. Since it had most of the properties of a ghost, it just passed through the door, but the power it built up as it slammed through the material was enough to blow the door open. Lora shielded her face as the door went flying off its hinges. Meanwhile, the evil-looking duppy continued its speeding back and forth throughout the car, trailing smoke from its nostrils, intending to cause the same effect as it had before. As an intentional byproduct, its motions ruffled the curtains on the windows, allowing sunlight in.

“Rise and shine, sunshine!” Lora shrieked in an overdone Westerner accent, stepping aboard car five with something shiny in her hand. This time, she’d had the time to find her charms. This one was a small silver rendering of what might best be recognized as an African-style doll, and for Lora, it represented an item of faith. She had no swords or such on her, so if it would take beheading to finally do Athan in, it would take one of the gentlemen to finally put the vampire to rest.
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Mon Jan 15, 2018 10:14 pm

Thanks to the quick thinking of Holden Precistone, the front of the train began to come to a halt. A hideous screeching noise masked the chaotic sounds of battle. Holden would need to Hold-on, for the rear train cars came slamming back into position. Fortunately for the dwarf and everyone on board, there were no injuries or casualties.

Lora's duppy worked wonders in this scenario. Once the current train car was clear and the two advanced to the next, the duppy was once again able to clear it of hostiles. Athan was forced to submit, for the moment. The sun, and Lora's silver, effectively checkmated him. He awaited their response; would they kill him, interrogate him, imprison him, or let him go?

At the front of the OmeraTrak train, the engineer pulled the main brakes and the entire train came to a skidding halt. As it did so, Colt Carson urged Skylark onto the train and the entire beast walked into the train car. He looked at Lora, nodded, and said "Ma'am," before looking towards Athan.
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Tue Jan 16, 2018 4:31 am

Train cars three and four slammed together with such force that it almost threw him off his feet. He had to step forward onto four to avoid landing in-between. Stumbling as he did so his injured shoulder slamming into the door he let out a slight yelp at the unexpected shudder of pain. Gritting his teeth he made sure that the cars were clicked into place re-securing the latch between them. With that done he had his back to the door. His gun was out of bullets after the last foray and he had no idea what awaited in him the next train car nor that there were others in the fifth taking on the others.

Thankfully the passengers in the confusion of the slammed car had gotten the upper hand. One of the men had slammed into the seat and dropped his gun and they had subdued him. When he opened the door to it he was relieved that he need not handle this one as well. Passing through and reassuring himself that they were alright he would open the door to train five. There he was greeted with a rather odd sight. The damned cowboy who had taken off and left him to fend for himself, and a lady, one he recognized. He also recognized the vampire that had fluttered into bats earlier. He wanted to bat him over the head with whatever he could find but his shoulder ached and he had not fully stopped the bleeding yet. Therefore he was holding pressure on it as he entered and grumbled something leaning against a seat as he closed the door behind him.
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Lora Campbell
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Thu Jan 18, 2018 12:12 am

Once the shooters on car five had either fled, been trampled by the duppy, or just died of fright, Lora turned her attention to the vampire. He had surrendered, but there was the catch: Lora did not precisely have a way to kill him. So she settled for looking quite cool as she snapped open her fan and batted a small breeze in the most ladylike way.

“Mr. Vampire,” she said casually, her island lilt making the words sound both charming and dangerous. “I’ve quite the matter on my hands now. Why don’t you give me a good reason to allow you to live?”

He might call her bluff, but she did still have the silver charm in her hand, so she was not entirely toothless at the moment.

Meanwhile, the passengers were probably confused as to whether they should thank the creepy-ass duppy or be running from it themselves. With a wave of her hand, Lora sent the duppy back to its home on the Otherside. This wound up making her look prescient, because after the duppy disappeared, the train made a magnificent rumble as the cars met, and there was quite a ruckus outside, and she observed boarding the train both the cowboy from earlier and the horse he rode in on.

At the cowboy’s polite and, Lora judged, worthy greeting, she inclined her head in response. “Sir,” she said most warmly. “Your timing is impeccable. Mr. Vampire was just informing me why his life should be spared, and I think I’d like to hear your take on it.”

But her day was bound to get even better, as the front connecting door opened and a very familiar dwarf entered. Lora chuckled out loud. As beat up as Holden was, she did not doubt that he, too, had played a role in winning the day. “Mr. Precistone,” she said with a smile. “We meet in the most peculiar ways, don’t we?” Gesturing with her fan, she added, while somewhat ignoring the far less interesting vampire, “Is that an injured shoulder? Come here, let’s see what Miss Lora can do for you.”
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