Following the explosion of the San Juan Express, the PCs found themselves marooned, hungry and cold, on the banks of the Arkansas river along the Purgatoire River Gorge. Their gear fouled, they began searching around...only to find that Pablo Morales, one of Reverend Jacobson's beloved flock, had gone missing. Fearing treachery, the group sought to find him, but were stymied by the potential prescence of the infamous Wicheta Witches, now armed with Hellstrome Industries gatling-weapons.
|Black Thirteen, in all its terrible glory...|
And, if that's not bad enough? Callahan bore even more bad news--Roxanne was possessed by the manitou spirit of Josiah Riggins, and would give birth to an often-feared demonic child, if the spirit were to stay within her. The only place nearby to exorcise the demon? The North Church Cemetery chapel, in Derry's Ford.
Oh, yes. A town called Derry. In a game based on a Stephen King book.Naturally, this brought the inevitable confrontation with the vampire lord Kurt Barlow, who rallied the town's vampires against Pere Callahan once more. A murder of crows burst through the church, followed by some of Barlow's thugs....then Barlow himself, leaping through the stained-glass window onto the altar where Roxanne lay.
The melee that followed may well have been the most difficult that I've run in this campaign, on both sides. Wound chips flew back and forth, as Barlow and Callahan grappled over Black Thirteen. Xu Lei and Yukon Cornelius pulled out the old "Throw-then-shoot the dynamite" trick, before whipping out their swordcane and hellfire carbine, respectively. Roxanne slipped her bonds and started casting with Maerlyn's Grapefruit...only to have her perennial nemesis, cousin Wilbur Whateley, arrive on scene.
|RIP, Rev. Elijah Jacobson. October 1, 1879|
Driving home afterwards, the PlatinumChick turned to me and said, "Y'know, I feel really bad about him dying." In character, Roxanne and the Reverend often butted heads, primarily due to her "sinful profession", but in the end, he died while attempting to save her...
|"Call no man happy who is not dead!"|
A few entries ago, we spoke about the depth of death within the scope of roleplaying. Truthfully, Jacobson's death makes for a fine example of this.
Ever want to evoke true emotion? Don't be afraid to let the chips fall where they may...