Re: Chapter 15.5: Fortress o' Fear
Franklin goes pale.
"Oh dear god..." he whispers. "No. That...that isn't possible...that's...that scientifically...it shouldn't have...it couldn't have...Oh god...oh god...and I'm responsible..."
He swallows and collects himself. "I am a paranormal investigator for the Enlightened society of the Weeping Moon. We're an organization dedicated to investigating instances of the supernatural, defining it, and then figuring out ways of putting the phenomena to use for the benefit of mankind. My colleague and I were traveling to Blackthorn at the behest of the local Malviosin, a Doctor Dexter Ward, to assit him with some problems he had been experiencing. We had no idea what the nature of the problem was...we weren't told anything specific."
"We arrived at the outskirts of the Circle W ranch and were being escorted to see Dr. Ward when the Comanche attacked. My colleague and I were separated, and I was captured. One of my captors took an interest in my photography equipment, so I demonstrated it. Now, my equipment is rather specialized. I own an Epitaph camera for capturing objects in motion, and a Smith & Robards Aetheric resonance camera, which can capture the image of aetheric entities...what the layman might refer to as 'spirits.' These two cameras seemed to be of great interest to their Chieftain, a disagreeable fellow called Pale Moon, who ranted about having some sort of vision where I'd make his troops immortal with silver or some such. I honestly thought he was high on that peyote stuff."
"I conferred with another prisoner there, a fellow by the name of August, and together we hatched an escape plan. I would humor the crazy old Indian and take pictures of his warriors, while my companion would secure horses and prepare a distraction that would allow us egress. To that end, I double-exposed a plate, once with my Epitaph camera, and once with my Aether camera. That's all! A double exposure. It came out a bit strange, I admit, but there couldn't have been any way it could do what you're describing! No possible way! But..."
"But he seemed so sure I could make his warriors immortal. That 'the pictures will take the wounds the warriors suffer into them, and will preserve them from harm.' That silver tears would drop from the moon, and when his people were washed in them bow, blade, and bullet wouldn't harm them. Silver...like a photograph. The photograph I developed was like one I'd never seen. It was all in vibrant living color. And I had to leave it behind when we escaped. I had to leave it all behind."