Sunday, April 19, 2015

Beauregard - A most peculiar train journey

It seems like so long ago, but really only a short time, since I hung up my saber and left camp for the final time - since I bought my supplies and found the train to go west, to find adventure, to find fortune, to find meaning.

What I found was, instead, a strange train carriage with a native lady, a former private soldier, and a salesman of some type. And then we found ourselves in a train wreck.

With the ghost coal igniting and flying back across the train, it was quite horrific. And probably more action I'd seen outside of the odd skirmish. Still, I had my training and my wits. We were soon attacked by the indian folk outside the train who it seems had attacked. Lacking my baggage I quickly drew my pistol and fired at the man leading this attack. Though he managed to graze me with an arrow, I eventually got him and he fell dead on his horse. The others had fought well, and this caused our attackers to break and flee.

We rounded up their horses and then realised that they were massing for another attack. The only escape we had was down into a large hole that had formed - and so we went down into the dark and moved up along the edge of the tunnel that we found.

A train rattled past - a train underground! - and we kept going further. There was a small automaton, and when we tried to probe it - well, the Indian woman we had with us turned into a bird and it fired. That was most bizzare. She was unscathed though and we advanced and it didn't attack us. Clearly designed to attack animals.

What we found was a whole work party, and the inventor of these devices - Doctor Hellstrom. There was also a reporter - always troubling - but a whole little team too. Really fascinating and quite a group. We agreed to stay with them when it transpired they were going to the City of Angels. This it seems would not be quite so dull. For that evening there was an attack by these creatures. We managed to hold them off, gun them down with fine aplomb - I really should have brought more bullets. But, it seems, our little possee - forced together by circumstance - shall hold together a little longer. 

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