Chapter 2 - Church Heist.   Posted by The Great Spirit.Group: 0
The Great Spirit
 GM, 75 posts
Mon 26 Feb 2018
at 10:04
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Over the next three days you are able to glean quite a bit of information.  (See PMs).

Come sunrise, a posse can be seen riding out of town center, heading for the church.
Nah-eshjaa
 player, 40 posts
Mon 26 Feb 2018
at 11:03
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
An owl sits atop the cross of the church, its claws holding onto the beam pointing heavenwards.  Its head twists towards town, eyes blinking at the cloud of dust from the horses... he mentally calculates the number of horses, but waits with patience to see who all is coming before committing to any actions.  His eyes are peeled specifically for QuickDraw or Old Man Thompson himself...
Wernher Weiss
 player, 91 posts
 Adolescent immortal
 German mad scientist
Mon 26 Feb 2018
at 13:34
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Wernher was circling above the church in his ship with its stealth systems on. He didn't want to be noticed until he was certain that the area below was safe. It was looking like a good thing too given the horsemen. The pastor was supposed to make the area secure and the first thing Wernher sees is a group of people coming on horses. This was not off to a good start and he was already in a bad mood. Even his simple plans had been stymied since they parted ways leaving him little he could do except work on his business and wonder what sort of curse Mr. Thompson had put on him. Now the idea of a curse was being reinforced by the appearance that this meeting wasn't going to go any better than the last one. He held his fire against the horsemen on the off chance they were allies, but he wasn't liking how this was looking.
Liam Connolly
 player, 31 posts
Mon 26 Feb 2018
at 15:10
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Liam circled the church, high above.  He'd spent a lot of time as a raven lately, the better to avoid Thompson's men, but he was anxious for coffee and to make plans.  But now things looked like trouble.  He circled lower, cawing an acknowledgement to the owl - Nash, he presumed, since a regular owl ought to be in its bed by now - and landed by the church, resuming human form for the moment.

"Pastor!" he called out.  "I think trouble's coming."
Pastor Bryan Jamieson
 player, 88 posts
 39/103 HP
Mon 26 Feb 2018
at 15:24
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Pastor and Dylan had returned to his church. It was a small affair, all things considered. It had a modestly sized root cellar that he used to store communion wine and various supplies for the outreach projects he and Ms. Anna performed; may her soul rest in glory. Above was the sanctuary which held only two columns of pews, five rows each, and the pulpit. He had no piano or choir stands but the pews all had bibles and hymn books so he believed he was ahead of the curve. The second floor served mostly as auxiliary storage and let him access the church bell. It was an old bronze piece, poorly crafted and frankly not angelic sounding in the slightest but it was his.

Over the course of three days he had worked alongside Dylan to build barricades for the windows and door. He had also erected barriers in the front to give him or his allies some cover should a firefight occur. He was disheartened to do it all frankly. His church was meant to be a refuge, a place for the downtrodden masses to receive the world of God and to pull on each others strength as they waged the war of the flesh. It was never intended for this but then again the Lord worked in mysterious ways. Quite mysterious given how...unorthodox his company was.

All the same when Liam came shouted from outside the church, Pastor didn't hesitate to seize his gun belt and rifle.

"Dylan to the attic with you. Don't come out till the fighting is over."

Pastor put on his belt and exited the church.
Micaiah Dunn Adams
 player, 30 posts
 Kerubim: Dreamer, Healer
 Liberty & Justice for All
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 04:58
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Micaiah stared down the iron sights of his Spenser rifle at the dust plume in the distance.  He’d been helping at the church for the last day, working with Pastor Bryan and Dylan to help shore up the small church’s defensibility.  It wasn’t much.  And was pretty much a dry wooden structure in the middle of a field.  But, they did what they could.  Micah had tried to broach the topic more than once with the good pastor as to whether discretion might be the better part of valor.  He never considered himself a coward.  But the dapper young black man also knew that they’d gotten their butts kicked the last time Thompson and his men had set their minds to capturing them.

With less of them, and not much more of a plan of attack (or defense) he wasn’t absolutely convinced that the outcome would necessarily be that much different.  But another location would require buy in from the entire group.  And they’d already settled on here to meet to discuss further.

He had obtained another silk suit, a new set of sunglasses, and a new hat.  Another oilskin duster along with his trusty rifle had been retrieved with his meager belongings that Micah’d squirreled away with the Dubois family, the homesteaders that he’d arrived with.  He’d warned them about the trouble in town and they’d promised to lay low for a bit.  Though, they staunchly had refused to move or run, no matter how much Micaiah had pleaded with them.  It only made the urgency of dealing with Thompson and his men more acute.  That and the girls at Anna Lin’s had refused to leave as well.  They were rebuilding of all things.  Micah had helped the first day back, but then Thompson’s boys had posted wanted signs with his (and his other companions) mugs on them.  Which forced Micah to lay low.  He still travelled about, but was required to be a touch more subtle in his travels.

What’s the plan, gentlemen?” Micah prompted the others gathered at the church - which was everyone sans Wernher.  There’d been no sign of the German youth, which Micah didn’t know what to make of.  But nothing had blown up yet.  So, he figured that the blond ageless boy must be up to something.   “Thompson and his boys seemed particularly resistant to my particular brand of persuasion...” he noted wryly, which was a true understatement.  His attempts to help them see the errors of his ways failed utterly - and got him filled with lead for his troubles.  He was keen to avoid that if possible.
The Great Spirit
 GM, 76 posts
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 09:07
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
The plume of dust soon had the silhouette of at least 20 men reflecting against it.  They were riding horses, and moving at a slow gallop.  As the posse drew closer, some of the figures were identifiable as locals.  Couple of farm hands, the light reflecting off a deputy's badge, and even the owner of the Saloon that had been burned down just 3 evenings prior.
Wernher Weiss
 player, 93 posts
 Adolescent immortal
 German mad scientist
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 13:23
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
Wernher disengaged the stealth systems on his ship and began doing figure 8s above the horsemen as a warning. He held his fire against the crowd, waiting for the others to shoot them as tacit approval for him to do the same. The ship was about 60 feet long and tear drop shaped. The streamlining helped it move through the air better. Its surface was smooth and golden offering nothing to perturb the air flow around it. Its simple perfection making it all the more impressive. It had glowing aura like a perpetual coronal discharge around it which made it a little beautiful but also scary like a constantly circling ball of fire or lightning that had taken a particular interest in them. While slower passes and looking glasses might have allowed them to better appreciate the fine craftsmanship, the vessel came off more as a streaking glow angrily cutting through the sky above them before turning around to do it again. It moved at hundreds of miles an hour giving only a hint of how fast it could move if it needed to. If that angry streak above them chose to come for them there was nothing they could do. He was just waiting for something to give him permission to start picking off aggressors in the group. They might not be riding hard like they wanted to attack, but they were unwelcome. The slower speed and the fact that nobody seemed to be shooting yet were currently giving him pause about shooting them, but that could change the moment they proved to be hostile.
Liam Connolly
 player, 32 posts
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 16:45
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Liam stood next to the pastor and the others, trying to gather his power.

"Fight or flight," he began to answer Micah, "and discretion might be the better part of valor."

His voice trailed off as a golden teardrop appeared in the sky, flying extremely fast over the approaching riders.

"On the other hand, maybe we do have a chance to hold our ground."
Nah-eshjaa
 player, 41 posts
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 17:13
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
The owl stood its ground, still observing the coming riders.  It was as possible that they were coming for church service, as for anything else, and he wasn't one to prejudge them based on the fact that they were on horses.  He looked irritably at the golden teardrop... whatever it was, it was going to be a problem...
Pastor Bryan Jamieson
 player, 89 posts
 39/103 HP
Tue 27 Feb 2018
at 17:21
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Pastor considered his options. He wasn't the leader of the group, not by far, but it was his church. Any decisions about what they should and should not do given the situation rested on his shoulder. They could try to run but unlike his companions he was limited to his feet and the speed of his own horse. There was also Dylan to consider and how potentially lethal a chase across this barren landscape could be. Then there was fighting. They were outnumbered but given that he didn't see any of Thompson's gang immediately present in the posse he assumed that they were not outgunned, in a figurative sense.

All the same when the flash of silver from a badge streaked across the expanse, Pastor began walking to intercept them. He kept his rifle in his hand but choked up on the weapon, gripping it at the center of the barrel. He spoke over his shoulder as he moved away.

"You all stay here. If something goes left open fire. I wouldn't concern yourself with shooting around me but please don't light me on fire."

Moving to meet the posse with deceptive agility he took a relax and casual stance in their path. Assuming they stopped he would speak.

This message was last edited by the GM at 17:37, Tue 27 Feb.

Micaiah Dunn Adams
 player, 31 posts
 Kerubim: Dreamer, Healer
 Liberty & Justice for All
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 07:26
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Micaiah had been about to join the pastor in the long walk to meet the posse; he'd been known to have a way with words in the past.  But being wanted and knowing that his color might be an issue he abstained.  Besides, the man of god had a look about him that made him think that the Pastor Bryan didn't need any help - or wouldn't brook any crossing from the others on this matter.

So, the thin, black youth stood in the door way.  He placed his rifle just inside the door jamb out of sight, but within easy reach.  Micah stood there casually, resting his back on the frame and crossing his arms while regarding the approaching posse.

They could be here to try and collect a pretty hefty bounty.  Or to parley.  Micaiah hoped for the latter.  He'd tried to make sure that everyone he met knew that he was on their side (as long as their side was for justice and freedom); and that tyrants like Thompson (whether or not he'd bought the law in the town to be on his side) never won and could always be fought.  He hadn't helped smuggle slaves or served in the Union Army under any other pretense.

A casual, almost friendly, smile played on his lips.  Whether the posse had come to try and collect a bounty or to parley, Micah was pretty sure that the group would give them what they came for.  A fight or a talk.
The Great Spirit
 GM, 77 posts
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 09:30
Chapter 2 - Church Heist
The men rode closer, eyes set upon the church when the golden teardrop appeared above them.  Due to the rising sun, there was no shadow around them to cause notice, and due to broad-rimmed hats, most seemed completely unaware of a threat above them, living in a world where such threats simply did not exist yet.  Two of them pulled their horses to a stop however, looking upwards with a look of awe and confusion, before spitting onto the ground and riding onwards; albeit with trigger fingers lowered to their rifles.

Meanwhile, the deputy leaped from his horse before it had even come to a stop, approaching the pastor quickly, "Pastor, yáll need te be ridin' out from here.  Thompson's boys done put up posters... the boys and I thought we'd give you a head start, head back and tell'em ye-all done skidaddled...", he stated in a rather calm voice, his eyes as much on Micaiah as on the Pastor.  "Don't look much like-em, but reckon that ther's the nigga done been posted up bouts... He oughta be gone too... don't want te see 'im hurt anymore than you Pastor", he adds tipping his hat to Micaiah to show he meant no disrespect.

[OOC: This is not an adult game, so if my use of the word offends anyone, let me know, so I can work-around it.  Obviously I do not use the word to offend, but rather just to maintain the atmosphere of the era and age.  Much as I intend to use Injun, Chink, etc... when/if the moment is appropriate.]
Nah-eshjaa
 player, 42 posts
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 14:33
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The owl dipped down to the ground opposite the entry to the church, reverting to human form as he slowly meandered around the side of the church.  Pulling a long stalk of grass to munch on, he came to the corner of the church, and leaned against it, his pistols pulled forward for quick access, but his arms crossed over his chest.  He didn't say a word, not fully understanding what the men were saying, thanks to their horrid drawl, but he understood the gist of it... seemed they'd dealt with Thompson as well, and just wanted to save some lives...  Nah-eshjaa doesn't run though... regardless of what the others decide, he would stand his ground here and ready himself for the final fight...
Pastor Bryan Jamieson
 player, 90 posts
 39/103 HP
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 15:34
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Pastor smiled pleasantly at Deputy, his mind only vaguely registering that people still considered Micaiah to be inferior to themselves. He had served with emancipated blacks during the war. Originally separated from the white soldiers these divisions became blurred in the heat of combat. He had spilled blood in the same mud as them, seen them fight and die for a shared cause, seen them rise to the same heights of heroism as whites if not more so. As far as he was concerned, biblicaly and socially, they were equal.

That aside he wasn't here to wage the war of the heart.

"That's mighty kind of you Deputy. I appreciate the warning. If you would tell me how many of his men are coming for me that would be greatly appreciated. Their arms would also be valuable information; I'd consider it a favor between two good Christians."

Just a reminder that I have the +5 Charisma quality.
Wernher Weiss
 player, 95 posts
 Adolescent immortal
 German mad scientist
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 15:41
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When the pastor went out to meet the group the idea of warning them off with a shot or two became less likely. There would be a good chance that the pastor would be in the thick of it before Wernher could scare them off and killing the lot of them might be time consuming. So, he focused less on trying to keep the crowed below for easy targeting and instead centered his flight path the church steeple in case he needed to offer covering fire for an evacuation. It flew lower forming a ring centered on the steeple and extending about 10 yards past the furthest part of the church from the steeple. It would maintain its elevation about level with the top most portion of the steeple. It would allow him to land rather close to the church if needed. What connotations one wanted to derive from a glowing golden tear orbiting a church would be up to the people drawing that meaning, but from his perspective he was simply defending it and waiting for signs that he should either start shooting or land to evacuate them.
Micaiah Dunn Adams
 player, 32 posts
 Kerubim: Dreamer, Healer
 Liberty & Justice for All
Wed 28 Feb 2018
at 18:28
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"Much obliged." Micaiah noted to the deputy, from the doorway.  He inclined his head, touching the brim of his hat in a casual, yet purposefully deferential, manner, adding "No offence taken, Deputy."  He'd never found most people to be intrinsically hostile.  Far from it, most were just decent folk looking to get by.  Of course, there were rotten apples in any bunch large enough.  But, that was never the majority.

However, in the words of one of Liam's countrymen, Edmund Burke, some of whose works had resonated with him:  "When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle."  At least, the idea that together the righteous would prevail, was extremely appealing to him.  And had seemed to work overall in his personal experience, whether on the front-lines at Gettysburg or in the meagre slave lean-tos and cotton fields of the Deep South.  He'd even seen the power of the righteous to overcome in the original slave colony's of Jamestown almost two and a half centuries ago - he'd helped organize the escape of a number of those captured from the shores of West Africa.

Which meant that if the others were resolved to make a stand, Micah would stand with them.  He'd never considered himself a physical powerhouse; his talents had always been more cerebral and contemplative.  But the Lord rewarded those that put in the effort and worked for their freedoms.  People may need help to be shown the way, but everyone needed to grasp freedom with their own two hands.  No one could do that for them.  But, work also meant preparations.  Which was what the good pastor was doing: gathering information.  So, Micah hooked his thumbs on his belt idly as he waited to see if the deputy and his men could supply them with more details.  He was confident that given Pastor Bryan's undeniable air of magnetism and charm about him (despite his very austere demeanor) that the deputy could be swayed.

Of course, twenty men was a lot of law-abiding people to just convey a warning.  Micaiah hoped that they hadn't come to attempt to 'persuade' everyone at the church to leave by force.  That just wouldn't be Right™.  Which is why the youthful black Kerubim stayed put in the doorway.  Next to his trusty lever-action Spenser.
The Great Spirit
 GM, 79 posts
Thu 1 Mar 2018
at 08:38
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The deputy raised an eyebrow, "afeared I don't right know that, fraid all I seen was the posters.  Ain't right, man taking the law into his own hands and all, we just here to warn you 'sall.", he replies before suddenly pulling out his pistol and pointing it at the golden teardrop appearing in the sky.  Before he even got a shot off, pretty near every rifle in the 'posse' was pulled out and up at the golden teardrop.  "Well ain't that a sight now...".
Pastor Bryan Jamieson
 player, 91 posts
 103/103 HP
Thu 1 Mar 2018
at 09:01
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Pastor didn't even bother looking over his shoulder at what the Deputy was looking at. Given that he hadn't seen Nah-eshjaa or Wernher yet it could easily have been either of them but seeing as nobody was shouting about "injuns" he placed a bet on Wernher. Raising a placating hand, Pastor spoke with his firm voice.

"Fear not. The Lord protects his children. Thank you for warning us. You should be along now. I wouldn't want you mixed up in this."

Assuming all went as planned he would turn to leave, shocked by the appearance of the golden object but steady in his pace.
Liam Connolly
 player, 34 posts
Thu 1 Mar 2018
at 13:19
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Liam watched anxiously.  It seemed the pastor's optimism had been justified; they weren't here working for Thompson, or after the bounties.  And that flying teardrop was certainly a bizarre sight.  But until they actually turned to go...

He did give a polite nod in the direction of the riders.  A warning was a good gesture, even if delivered by so many.

He spoke quietly to Micaiah.  "Perhaps the storm is not yet upon us.  It shall be here soon enough."
Nah-eshjaa
 player, 43 posts
Thu 1 Mar 2018
at 13:36
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Nah-eshjaa watched the golden teardrop move above the church, and was in no way surprised when, upon it coming into view for everyone, guns were drawn on it.  Hell, he was half a mind to do the same, and actually open fire just to watch everyone else react to his gunshots by firing as well... would be interesting to see this teardrop come falling down, but since it hovered over the church, and he didn't want the church destroyed, he held the thought back.  Instead he continued his stroll over to the doorway to stand beside Micaiah, saying nothing as he again leaned against the wall.
Wernher Weiss
 player, 97 posts
 Adolescent immortal
 German mad scientist
Thu 1 Mar 2018
at 14:38
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Wernher held his fire even after the guns were drawn. As long as they weren't shooting he was willing to assume that it was just caution. Even if one would generally be justified in shooting someone who leveled a weapon at you, he was willing to give them the benefit of the first shot to avoid kicking off a fight like the messenger killing the adder that bit one of Mordred's men. Whether it be because he mistook an action for hostile and reacted as such or because they took his response to having a great many guns leveled at him poorly. As long as the guns were on his ship, he didn't have to worry about them shooting the others either. It would be far better for them to waste their time shooting at him than the softer targets on the ground. Even if it only bought them a few moments to get to their own guns or hide it would be worthwhile.
The Great Spirit
 GM, 80 posts
Fri 2 Mar 2018
at 08:39
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The men didn't lower their rifles, but they did seem a bit at ease with the Pastor's words.  "Yeah... didn't reckon yu'd want to pack up and go en all, so figured I'd give you a 'eads up.  Come midnight, get yerselves over to the injun graveyard, 'twixt yeller wall and ole frank's mine up on the south side... might be gettin some o' yer answers thar, and take yer Lord witcha I reckon...", he added, nodding up to the golden teardrop.

With that, the boys started backing their horses up, though in a bit of a conundrum since they couldn't possibly turn their backs on that ship hovering over the church...
Micaiah Dunn Adams
 player, 33 posts
 Kerubim: Dreamer, Healer
 Liberty & Justice for All
Fri 2 Mar 2018
at 09:32
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A curt nod of agreement and then acknowledgment was given to Liam and then Nah-eshjaa as two approached to door for a better look at the situation.  It was a good thing that they were double door (as befit the small church).  Even with little to know permanent congregation, the standard architectural style dictated that there be open ingress to the main chamber of such a House of the Lord.

Micaiah squinted slightly as he looked upwards at the shining, golden teardrop hovering around the grounds.  His head quirked to the side slightly, as he noted rather deadpan, "Now there is something that you don't see every day."  He stretched out with his spirit and plucked the mental strings that attuned him to the Binah and allowed him to view the reflections and connections around him. [OOC: Revealer] This allowed him the chance to verify that flying airship was Wernher's and not a weapon of the enemy.

And for that matter, he glanced at the posse of twenty various townsfolk hoping to ensure that they had no intimate entanglements with Thompson.  He tried not to delve too deep, as the information wasn't going to be that obvious.  Micah had discovered a long time ago, that the Truth™ was never that simple.

"Still, it must be auspicious to have such a golden halo..." the thin black youth noted to no one (and yet every one of his companions).  A tacit agreement with Liam that a storm was indeed coming.
Nah-eshjaa
 player, 44 posts
Fri 2 Mar 2018
at 12:48
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Nah-eshjaa knew this 'graveyard', it was where he had personally buried his entire tribe.  He felt a cold shiver up his spine, and a pressure on his chest at the thought someone was doing anything in this sacred location.  He was no longer leaning in a relaxed stance against the wall, but was off running in the direction of the graveyard.  Whoever was desecrating this location was about to taste the fury of this particular 'injun'.