1400, Saturday 07 May 2094

They were on other side of the Ghost Storm wall, on the semi-blocked Interstate by-pass. Inside the ruins, the usually calm "eye" inside the Ghost Storm resembled a raging hurricane. The highway around them had a few wrecks and rough spots but was generally passable.

They took the feeder onramp to Interstate 35, heading towards their destination: El Dorado, now known as "Near Wichita".

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They may be outside the Ghost Storm, but they were still in a zone of contamination. Also, the storm wasn't done with them. No one had ever seen anything like it before. Debris whipped up by what looked like massive tornadoes behind them was being spewed up and shot out to land around them. Lightning flashed and thunder crackled all around the cylindrical storm wall.

Half a rusted boat trailer slammed down into the Interstate ahead of them. A refrigerator smashed into the pavement 10 feet from Rowan, spraying blackened rotted food and shattered plastic ice cube trays, which she narrowly avoided. A hundred yards off to the right a dead tree in front of a ruined office park was set on fire by a bolt of green lightning.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #1):

*snore*

In reply to The Marshall (msg #1):

Smoker pulls out the Geiger counter and starts checking on the refugees as well as the truck.

Rowan screams in shock, "lets get the hell out of here gang", as she powers the bike along side the truck.
"I think we up set some thing badly back in there"

As they traveled, Smoker waved the Geiger counter around inside the trailer.

Trejo lay in a painful haze in the cab. He had slightly revived a little but when they pierced through the Ghost storm wall he passed out again from the shock.

The counter chattered when it came to himself, and Smoker did feel a little queasy. The strange radiation given off from the fallout of Ghost Rock weapons was different than "normal" nuclear weapons. He knew from his experience salvaging  in the ruins a good wash and shower would decontaminate him. The passengers and the inside of the trailer seemed clean, except for Selene's broken-down economy car.

In reply to The Marshall (msg #5):

Keeping cool and calm as ever Roadkill drive straight and steady. Only goal getting to the final destination. No more sidetracks he thinks to himself, they only course trouble

A fridge smashes into the ground spilling its contents

"Whoa, did you see that, Rowan nearing wore that"

he smiles after the initial shock.

"Should we stop. i think i saw a beer in that fridge!"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #6):

"Only if the compressor looks intact!" Smoker calls to Roadkill.
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Rowan continues to move with the Semi trying to out ride the storm of debries desending on them

Despite actually not being all that good a rider, Rowan kept up with the semi as they raced away from the wall of the Ghost storm, towards Near Wichita. They avoided the debris that rained down (it lessened a lot the further they traveled). Some of the posse were affected by passing through the barrier, most weren't.

After about 5 minutes they made it safely to the roadblock that warned travellers away from the ruins of Wichita and the Ghost Storm surrounding it. It was as good a place as any to stop and check everyone out. The Templar in the cab of the truck started to wake up.

Smoker checked everyone using the Geiger counter, and found he, Rowan and Roadkill had picked up somewhat higher doses. Indeed, all three felt a little ill (-1 Wind) and would need to be decontaminated. Before the war, this would require disposing clothes but now, clothes were too valuable to destroy and were often just cleaned. A good shower with soap was still the best way to decontaminate a person's body.


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In reply to The Marshall (msg #9):

Smoker stands at the back of the trailer eyeing up the mangled rear doors. He takes a long draw on his pipe and considers the damage.  "Fixin' these doors is gonna take some time" he calls to Roadkill "You want to get these fixed now, or wait until we get to town?"

Okay nearest place where we can get washed please, stream lake ect.
Rowan Will use one of her remmain healing patchesof the rescued templar
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In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #10):

Michaela looks over to Smoker and says "I think it might be better to get in to town before we start trying to fix the doors.  It should be just a couple of miles away.  I will keep a watch out for any water that we can use to wash up."

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #11):

Looking down at the Templar that was saved she has a feeling that she has seen him before or heard of him.

Rowan Takes a good look at the Templars wounds.
"Friend you are a mess" she says with a smile on her face.
Then sets to with her medical suplies cleaning the wounds and then using 3 Poltices one on each wound.

Taking out his tobacco roadkill lights up "Thats what i need" and gets out of the truck and goes to smoker. His face changes to one of determination and clearly he looks a wee bit pissed off.

"Unless there is a river or lake in the middle of the road we are not going to stop"

Roadkill looks on towards the town in the distance and begins to bark out orders. Even though people are probably doing it anyway.

"Ladies tend to the big guy, keep him alive so we can find out who he is and what he was doing and if he starts going all boney then shot him in the head, no repeats of celine." He says with a look of disgust on his face as he looks at smoker. "I drank out of the same flask as that thing"

Quickly changing back to the matter at hand

"Smoker give me a status, if it holds good, if not then strap it up somehow, don't want people falling out. A few miles, That is all i want to drive. Can we get the bike on somehow quickly or is someone going to have to keep riding it. Mayby rip the doors open and drive with them like that, You are the king when it comes to this stuff" Roadkill takes a drag and waits for a reply but clearly roadkill looks like he wants to get going quickly.
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In reply to Roadkill (msg #15):

" The gang's probably right, we're gonna be better off getting to town and getting decontaminated first.  Getting these doors open is going to take a while, and they should hold until we get to Near Wichita.  I'll make sure the econobox is strapped down good though, just in case." Smoker replied.
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1410 Hours

Outside Near Wichita, Kansas.

Rowan applied the poultices to Trejo, the only one who was wounded (fairly extensively) among the passengers of the rig. The rear doors would hold until they got to Near Wichita. The convoy started up again, and they soon saw signs of life. Greenery returned a little, signage pointed the way to town, and so on.

This stretch of Interstate seemed to not be very well-kept (as the direct route to a Ghost Storm it wasn't in high demand!) although extensive salvaging had taken place. Lights and signboards had been unbolted and removed, thoroughly-stripped wrecks towed off to the sides where they hadn't been taken away.

A couple miles out of town they came across a roadblock on the Interstate. It was a serious installation, a pair of concrete and sandbagged bunkers controlling the road with a gate. Traffic barriers forced approaching vehicles to slow down and get into single file. Stretching off to either side were rolls of concertina wire along a county road (that would allow easy patrolling).

A third bunker (with a machine gun) set back a little ways up on a small rise covered the other two controlling the gate. The third bunker also had comm wire connecting it to a telephone line along the Interstate, and a radio aerial. Parked behind the third bunker was some kind of jeep.

A flagpole by the roadblock flew an SA flag, and a sign proclaimed "NEAR WICHITA VOLUNTEER DEFENSE ASSOCIATION". Two guards stood outside on the pavement, waving them down. They were carrying SA assualt rifles and wore helmets and Kevlar vests. On their shoulders was a badge depicting a pair of longhorn antlers.

Around them was open (if fallow) farmland. Behind the barbed wire they could see green fields, even a herd of longhorn cattle off to the southeast.

As she rode along on Trejo's bike and got ready to stop, Rowan thought she saw something glinting in the sky to the south. Some kind of aircraft, maybe?
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Rowan stops for a moment then takes a better look, and speeds to catch up.
Wishing she did not feel so misserable.
She knows she needs to clean down and soon

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #18):

The aircraft appeared to be some kind of ultralight aircraft, a glider powered by a small engine. It was approaching on an oblique angle and although they noticed, none of the guards seemed concerned by it.

Rowan will stop as directed by the guards

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #20):

Without question Roadkill slows down for the roadblock. Of course hoping Rowan will do all the talking as usual. He is too tired to deal with questioning people. A nod is about all he has in him.

Rowan Pulls up to the guard point and stops.
"Good day" she says politely calmly.
" We have some people that wanted to join some relatives in the back of the truck"
"And we would like to clean up if that is doable, may be do some trade as well".
She looks and sounds exausted

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #22):



"Yes ma'am! If you need to get checked out there's a clinic in town with a doctor, Doc Kuznetzova." As a trained paramedic (if junior before the War) this news was surprising and impressed her.

"Which reminds me, the only toll we got for coming in and trading is you have to donate a unit of blood each, for our clinic supply. You can do it at the clinic while you wash up. Did you come from the ruins? You'll need to get decontaminated for sure!"

Mention of blood reminded both her and Roadkill of the rumours they'd heard that Near Wichita, for all it's apparent wealth, had been taken over by Nosferatu... vampires. What the guard said next didn't dispel the story.

"If you made it out alive out of Wichita ruins Mayor Quinn and town Marshall, Azrael, are going to be mighty impressed! They want to talk with everyone that comes out alive, because so many people go into the Ghost Storm and don't come out again. They're usually busy during the day but check the town hall after dark, they're around that time."

Meanwhile, the patrolling ultra-light aircraft buzzed overhead. It had NEAR WICHITA VDF markings on the delta glider wing, and appeared to be unarmed. While one guard talked to Rowan, the other waved up at the pilot and the pilot waved back.

Rowan smiles a little mirthlessly.
" Well sure as heck if some one wants my blood they will need to let me decontaminate first".
"or some one is going to be a little ill."
"How about if we drop our cargo off and refule?"
There is an old poem that runs,
"I have miles to go and things to do err I sleep"
Rowan Considers for a moment,then adds
"I think that will be up to the boss in the truck"
"As to how long we stay and what we do"

She adds softly

"As to the ghost Storm, lets just say that few problems will be coming out of there for a long while"
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #24):



"That sounds fine, ma'am. Check in at the Hospital, take the exit into town and it's on the main drag, Central Avenue. Donating blood is optional, but it helps save lives and if you do, decontamination and medical aid is free."
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Rowan "Thanks, I will let every one in the Semi know."
Then waits to be told she can procied and waves the semi after her as she is cleared through.
Then once clear stops to have a word with people before procieding

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #26):



The guards raised the barrier and waved them through.

"If you're here later on and want to talk about Wichita, the Mayor would probably buy you all dinner. Real barbequed steaks! We grow the beef ourselves, it's fresh and uncontaminated."

This was a fantastic offer! Probably none of the travellers had eaten more than one real beef steak in the 13 years since the War.
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Rowan Stops looks astonished.
"Thank you I will make sure the rest know about the offer"

Once she cleared the roadblock, Rowan rode a little down the Interstate, the stopped on the left (near the centre divider) and waited for Roadkill to catch up.

She signalled for him to stop so they could confer.

 Rowan "What ever else we need to get cleaned up before we travel on"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #30):

In the last mile or so, Roadkill noticed he was having engine problems. The truck had taken a couple shots, and even though the tractor was armoured the engine had suffered some damage that would need to be repaired.
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In reply to The Marshall (msg #31):

shouting out of frustration
"smoker what have you done to my truck!"

Roadkill eases back on the accelerator and avoids engine breaking as much as possible as they slowly gets to Rowan up ahead.

"Ok master fixer what do you think we have here" he says as he jumps out of the truck to see what it looks like from the outside. He gives Rowan a wave that he has actually noticed her but clearly the ladies aren't on his mind for once.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #32):

"What have _I_ Done? don't you go blamin me! your the one drivin us through crazy ass radiation storms just for a bit of undead trim!" Smoker replies. "let's pop the hood and see what we can see"

Seeing all the SA markings Trejo pulls his hood over his head and pretends to fall back asleep, keeping alert and ready just in case he is noticed.

Rowan Relaxes, and waits for Road kill and the others to finnish inspecting the truck.
And lets her consiness drift, feeling the area they are in and how it balances

They lifted the hood and started checking the motor and hoses. It looked like the crank case was cracked and slowly leaking oil. They could make it into town but probably go no further without either damaging the engine or constantly topping up the oil. It could be fixed but would need a shop.

The Ultra-Light came in and circled them once at medium altitude, then angled off towards the angry Ghost Storm on the horizon over the ruins of Wichita. No doubt taking a look.

Rowan, while possessing no ESP or other arcane senses, was still sensitive to the area around her. This area seemed healthy and in balance with nature. The trees and grasses seemed less stunted or warped than most places in the Wasted West, there seemed to be... less pain.

Rowan relaxes wondering slightly what has bought this about so close to the hell storm.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #37):

"Do what you can to keep it going and then we will have to find a place in town to fix it up or get barrels of oil to keep topping it it."

Waits to see what Smoker does or suggests as he lights up annother smoke and jumps back on board to drive onwards.

Roadkill looks towards Rowan "hows the bike? Hope you aren't going to claim it for yourself now" He laughs

Rowan smiles.
"Nope preffer my hover bike, the man can have his Machine back as soon as he is fit to ride it."
Rowan relays every thing that was told her at the check point,and the feelings she gets from around her.

Rowan relayed her information. How they were being asked to donate blood for the medical clinic and relate their experiences in the ruins, in exchange for good food and free repairs, a deal on fuel. As well, her Witchy intuition telling her that this area was somehow more "in balance" than other areas of the Wasted West.

The team mounted up again, and slowly limped towards town. The vegetation did seem greener, grass and crops healthier than elsewhere. They passed another large herd of longhorn cattle, as large or larger than any had seen since the war.

There was another series of checkpoints and an inner perimeter without stopping. It would take a small army to blow their way into here. Notable was the peaceful presence of Muties. Normally Norms and Muties didn't mix in communities, the Muties being routinely discriminated against and shunned. The Muties of Near Wichita seemed to be ordinary citizens or members of the Volunteer Defense Force, no different than anyone else.

Central Boulevard was clean and repaired. There was a small, pre-war hospital on one side of the road, a park with the city hall building on the other. In front of City Hall were several flagpoles. There was a CSA flag, Kansas state flag, Canadian flag, British Flag, Imperial Russian flag.

Rowan looks at the flags
Wondering why so many in one place then looks at the medical centre, first things first she thinks, we need to get decontaminated.
She wonders if they would have work for a medic here.
She indicates the medical centre to the Semi and heads in that direction to get cleaned up, and if they still want it donate a pint of blood.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #41):

Before they got to the hospital, they came across a bar, "Maxies". In front is what appeared to be an antique or replica WWII BMW motorcycle with sidecar, and a Hyundai pickup truck.

Parked in front of the hospital was an ambulance, looking like it's been newly painted with "NEAR WICHITA AMBULANCE COMPANY" on the side. A female paramedic in uniform was loading bags of equipment into the back. Honestly, she'd never expected to see something like this again outside of Junkyard, the last major surviving city in the Wasted West. It was a shock to realise that was her, before the war. Another came out of the Emergency entrance, pushing a wheeled stretcher.

Rowan,parks the bike then checks over her shoulder to see the Semi has pulled in behind her.
And gets off and streaches, then walks across to where the Paramedics are working.
"Good day" she says pleasently from a short distance away

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #43):

The female paramedic helped the male paramedic fold the stretcher and stow it in the ambulance.

"Hello yourself! We heard something was happening at the city so we're getting ready to roll if we're needed. You guys come from there?"

Rowan shakes her head, "nothing living in there, and not much of the other type either". "Stay out of it or you will be joining me in decontamination along with the rest of the crew".
"Got one person we rescued I would appreciate good look over on,  I only ever got my first year in Frederick County Paramedic Station before the world went mad."
"And this lot keep me real busy", Rowan pats her bag, "out of so many things"

Rowan looks at the medical centre, "whats the story over the blood donations, we are hearing some really weird stories out there".
"But the area here feels okay to me"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #45):

"Glad to meet a fellow paramedic! I'm Stacy MacPherson. I was only a kid when the bombs fell, so Doctor Kuznetsova helped train me as part of the community medical service." She looked like she was in her late 20s, so this made sense.

The woman slipped her own bag over her shoulder and started walking over to Rowan, taking out a Geiger counter and checking her over. As expected, Rowan came up as "hot".

"Got some rads on you, I see. The ruins are a dangerous place! "Decontam" is around the side of the building. You better get going!"

She pointed to a sign with an arrow pointing to the side of the small hospital: "FOR DECONTAMINATION PROCEED THIS WAY"

"Most people are a little curious about the blood donation, but it's for medical use only. It's separated and then put into long-term storage. It's not like the old days when we could use synthetic blood and plasma. I admit it's something most people didn't even do before the war, as there was artificial blood available."

"I don't know what you heard about Near Wichita, lots of rumours going around. We had some kind of monster... mutant... whatever, called "the Ravager" living in this shopping mall off to the west. It was stealing cattle and the muties that also lived in the mall got blamed. It was looking to be a range war and the Muties would not have come out on top. The Sheriff and his posse came into town and took care of the Ravager, made peace between the Muties and the ranchers. Once people knew there was hope, things been a lot better since then, we can even run a clinic and a school. Anything else is just talk, probably related to the Ravager."

Stacy the paramedic knocked on Roadkill's door. "Anyone need medical attention in there?"

For that matter, the story had a familiar ring to it. On some level Rowan knew that how people felt, in particular the fear they felt about the horrors around them. Once the fear is diminished the land itself reacted or responded in some way, not just the people.
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Sticking his arm out the window as he turns the engine off "can you see the glow of my arm"

Directed towards the others "Lets head into this place. Rowan probably knows what we have to do"

Rowan Grins and chuckles in clear relief, "thank you that makes a lot more sense than some of the stories out there and no I am not repeating insults to your home".
"Okay well the horrors you were so willing to face were an undead bishop of some kind and his circle of undead followers."
"They are all dead, but killing them caused the fall out in a way I do not understand".
"Stay out of it, you can help no one in there, but you need to update your warning signs out there".
"Once I get cleaned up I would love to have a long talk with you"
Rowan will head for the decontamination area with as many of the others as want to come along

Rowan comes around to help people in the Semi out, including her small friend, "come on small one time to get clean and then some food"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #49):

Suddenly remembering something roadkill calls to Smoker to help the family out of the trailer so they can come and get checked out too. A slight tinge of guilt goes through his head for forcing them into the ghost storm.

Using a pry-bar from the Ambulance, the warped rear doors were forced open by Roadkill and Smoker. The passengers (the Widow and her kids) were safe, if shaken up. Hey, no one said that travel in the Wasted West was easy! Or safe. Or in a direct line. They needed decontamination as well as Rowan, Roadkill and Smoker.

Using some dried meat, Rowan coaxed her coyote friend out from the saddlebag on her hoverbike.

The people needing decontamination were directed to the side of the building. There were 2 large banks of showers (one for women, one for men) inside a side door. There were instructions posted outside the door:

1) MEN GO TO LEFT SHOWERS, WOMEN GO TO RIGHT SHOWERS
2) DISROBE AND PLACE CLOTHING IN BINS FOR CLEANING
3) USE SOAP AND BRUSHES PROVIDED
4) MINIMUM SHOWER 10 MINUTES, MAXIMUM 20 MINUTES.
5) DRY USING TOWELS AND DRESS IN PROVIDED HOSPITAL GARMENTS
6) REPORT TO NURSING STATION FOR FINAL CHECKING
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Waiting for them was a woman in her late 30's wearing a doctor's coat over normal-looking street clothing and a stethoscope with a Geiger counter slung on her shoulder. Her name tag read "DR. KUZNETSOVA".

"Please, come this way. I promise, you will feel better soon!" She spoke with a Russian accent.

The widow and her 2 boys (one 5 and the other 9) complied, all going in the women's shower so she could thoroughly clean them. The Doctor ran the Geiger counter over them as they passed, noting the readings on a pad.

Rowan strips off with out any sign of false modesty.
Hey decontamination and checked out by a doctor sounds good to her.
With her smal friend she makes sure she gets well cleaned folllowing the instructions through

The Colonel stepped out of Maxies. He had arrived a couple of hours ago, donated blood, had himself and his bike checked out and had just finished his meal and had been chatting up to the barmaid, when he heard the sound of a powerful truck engine, a sound that seemed very familiar.
A broad grim materialised on his scarred face when he saw that the people he'd been waiting for had arrived. Walking toward the truck and the hospital, he called out as soon as he was near enough:"Well, friends, you took your time to arrive."
He checked out the obvious damage to the truck and realised that some of the people he had expected to see were missing.
"I see you saw some action, ja? Where's the others? Was anybody killed or injured?

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #53):

Inside the showers:

The water was hot, or at least warm. This was the height of postwar luxury! The soap was coarse and obviously home-made. The coyote joined her and allowed itself to be thoroughly washed-up. The Widow and her children joined them, taking adjacent stalls.

Outside the building, the others got ready to enter. As they did, a familiar-looking figure strode towards them around the corner of the hospital. It was the Colonel! Looking none the worse for wear.

Rowan takes out and keeps with her the amulet and small athame.
The rest of her stuff is with her back on the Semi

Rowan troughly enjoys getting herself and trickster clean and then makes sure her little friend is driends as well.

Once done she moves to the end dressing, "sorry Trickster" she says in the silence of their spell, "I do not think the clothing would suit you".

She slips her pendent back around her neck and places the small Anthame in a pocket.

Politely thanking the person at the end, "thats the first time I have felt so clean in I do not know how long".
She Indicates trickster, "she thanks you as well says it smells better here"

Then follows the instructions given
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #56):

Just before heading into the showers Roadkill is sure the bike they saw was familiar but the radiation was getting to his head. He hears the COL Kurt L. Schaeffer say


It would seem Rowan didn't hear and kept going.. (OOC. just trying to conect all)

"Kurt! I knew I recognized that machine but bad timing, we got to get cleaned up after being that ghost storm, and of course" with a sly grin "Someone needs to keep the ladies company in the showers" shanking his head side to side he continues "ahh who am kidding, i've probably got a better chance with smoker. Give us an hour and we can all catch up over... i don't know, you got any good cigars on you?"

Roadkill waits a moment for a reply and then runs to the showers, stripping off as he goes almost tripping over as he hops along taking his shoes off. Should he suddenly feel this itchy all over he thinks.
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"Sure. Take a shower and enjoy it! I've been thinking about getting contaminated just so I could have another."
At the mention of the women, a sly grin crossed his scarred features.
"Ja, Smoker is certainly more likely. Sorry about the Zigarren but I don't have any. maybe you can get some at Maxies."
The Colonel points out the bar to Roadkill.
"I'll be waiting for you there. Now off you go. To the cleaning."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #58):

Michaela heads to the showers.

She thinks of the luxury that she is having right now but knows that it will only be for a while.

She knows once she is cleaned she will need to find a place to clean Arthur's sword.  As well if Near Wichita has Hallow grounds for a grave yard, this might be a good place bury Arthur.

Those who wanted to take a shower could. Their clothes were taken for washing.

Once done, dried off and dressed in hospital gowns, they gathered at the Nursing station.

The nurse (who had [CATHY] on her name tag) told them, "so you know, decontamination is free, it's a community service. Those who wish to give blood can do it now, we have a side room over there."

She indicated an area off to the side through an open entry (not a door that can be closed). "We urge you to do so but it's not compulsory. Those who do can use the garage in town and get a 10% discount on food at Maxie's and dry goods and Spurgeon's hardware."
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The female doctor had followed them in, supervising the decontamination and again, checking them for radiation. Everyone seemed clean, even those who'd been contaminated.

"You're all clean now! Health seems good. Let me know if you have any illness or feel any pain. Our rates here are quite reasonable."

The doctor, despite having a Russian name, spoke with a midwestern American accent, no trace of Russian.

She added to the Nurse's request for blood donation, "if you do, there's milk and cookies! Real milk, too!"

Again, the relative luxury of fresh, uncontaminated milk was almost too good to be true, although the herds of cattle grazing as they passed coming in made it plausible indeed.

Dr. Kuznetsova talked with the widow McCabe, who asked her brother be notified she'd arrived. "Yes, I know Brian Worthington quite well, he was in to have a checkup. I delivered his baby 6 months ago. You have a niece! Congratulations."

The Colonel walked into the room, just as Doctor Kuznetsova finished her speach, a huge grin plastered over his face.
"My, aren't you just looking great in your nighties!"
The grin disappeared as soon as he realised how few of the posse he'd left only a couple of days ago where there.
"Also gut, now be good and take the Doctor's offer. Both milk and cookies are worth it, I assure you. But first, tell me what happened to the others. And no more Ausflüchte please. Where's Arthur, Brother Edgar, Pete and Jane and that rascal Dakota Jack? What the hell happened?"

Rowan will happily donate blood for the good of the Comunity, even before the Colonel arives.
Hearing the Colonel she turns bows slightly.
"We lost the The templar Arthur destroying the evil temple in the middle of the storm."
"The Others left us along the way to follow other paths"

"They missed the chance to learn German from you and found a French man instead."

Roadkill studies Kurts expression to his remark, curious if he would actually believe it or not and then continues on.

"Arthur was a killing machie up untill the last. It all happened so quickly, i couldn't see for the most of it and my ears are still a bit sore from the explosion." Roadkill shakes his head in a clear show of disappointment. Quickly changing to his always upbeat mood

"Hey let us squeeze out some blood and we can tell you all over milk and cookies, wait did we just turn 5 years old?"

The Colonel's face screwed up when Roadkill made the joke about meeting a Frenchman. It screwed up even more when the talk turned to Arthur's death.
"I wish I could have been there. Maybe..."Schaeffer stopped and visibly had to pull himself together again. Obviously the news of Arthur's death touched something in him. To those watching him closely, it seemed like there was a lot of grief and guilt buried there.
"Anotehr good Kamerad lost. Michaela, I feel very sorry about your loss. Arthur was a good man a good friend and certainly a good teacher. He nodded encouragingly at Michaela.
"At least the other's are alright then? Anyway, I'd like to hear the tale of that fight."

Rowan stands there waiting to see how many more are going to join her giving blood, and wondering why the colonel is ignoring her.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #65):

"Edgar and the rest headed north to deal with some Black Hats there. Last we heard there was a battle with them and the black hats."
Looking thoughtful about it all and perhaps a bit surprised by the fact he thought about the future and bigger things

"It may be necessary to head that way but first things first. Blood and tie up what is needed here" He starts tapping the veins on his arms and moves in closer "the vampires get hungry i hear, so best not to upset them" He laughs as he heads towards the blood draining altar...

Rowan smiles.
"No vampires all from what has been explained to me, just a storage facility and production of blood products for the good of all"
"And please no more mention of alters once in a Month is more than enough"
As she walks towards the donation area with the group

"This way please, we are so thankful."

The doctor shepherded everyone into the area where they'd give their donations. The procedure was efficient but it was surprising how little it changed over the years. It still involving needles and tubes but the collection was done with a robot. Machines collected the blood for separation into the constituent components: plasma, platelets, red cells, white cells, etc.

When it was done, Dr. Kuznetsova had a nurse distribute cookies (oatmeal and raisins, using grains and grapes grown locally) and fresh pasteurised milk. Both were commodities no one had seen for years. (Whole unprocessed milk was expensive, pasteurisation was almost unheard of.)

There were also several students in white coats tagging along, actual medical students learning their craft along the way as the Doctor worked. They assisted with the blood collection as needed.

"My husband teaches science at the local college. He's a friend of the Mayor and Sheriff, he'd love to hear what happened in Wichita. We've been concerned with what's going on in there and we've been talking about sending a party of volunteers to scout it out. Maybe you all can help?"

Rowan sips the milk enjoying the taste and feel of it and shares her cookie with her small friend.
"If you arange to get aevery one toghter, We can do it all in one go and make sure every one knows what happened in there"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #70):


Roadkill looks at Rowan as she says to get everyone together and nods.

"Ja" the german had begun to rub off already "we could do that, especially if we have more of this milk" He takes a big gulp and finishes it with an 'ahhh' sound. He knows it is annoying when people do it but that pleases him.

Rowan Taps her foot knowing she is being slightly provoked.
In a tight voice she says, "Road kill if you want to do this, then do so. I was thinking of getting some good will so we could get your truck fixed, and refueled and on our way once we get  every thing sorted"

The Colonel raised an eyebrow at Roadkill's use of German and couldn't help grinning when Rowan began to tap her foot.
"While I understand your way of thinking Roadkill, Rowan's right. Some goodwill will go a long way these days. Especially with people so well equipped as these."
Schaeffer had already wondered about the way things were in this town. It seemed a lot closer to being pre-war than nearly any other he'd seen in nearly 13 years of travel so far. While he enjoyed the luxury of it all, as long as the whys, whens and hows were not explained he was a bit on edge.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #73):

Licking the inside of the the glass roadkill half listens to both of them
"oh yeah sure what you guys said" he says in complete agreement while still digging at his cup for more milk.
"In these situation I always defer to your decisions."

He slowly looks up from what he is doing and suddenly realises that it is probably not right to be such a barbarian in front of others. He puts the cup down and sits up straight; contented.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #71):

As they were talking, the Doctor got off the phone and told the widow McCabe, "Ellen, your brother is coming, he'll pick you up in about a quarter hour."

Seeing Roadkill's enjoyment of the cold milk the woman doctor replied,

"Please, you can have another glass, Mr., ah, Roadkill. It's okay. When you have a lot of beef on the hoof, much of it are cows! We have a milk surplus which we trade to other communities. If there's one thing that brings a premium in the Wasted West it's clean food."

"Tell you what, everyone. We're having a barbeque tonight in the park at city hall down the street. You come and tell your story this evening, we'll feed you and your entire posse prime rib fresh off the grill? I can call Misha, my husband, and he'll make sure there's a place for you all."
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Roadkill looks at everyone for about a second.
"damn that is a swell deal Doctor. What do you guys think about this great Doctors suggestion" Excited, you might think he was about 10 years old.

Rowan
"I am sure we would all like as good drink and a good meal Road kill."
"That and letting these folk know about whats been going on around them"
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"Ja, I agree. Also, it would be a good time for the good folks of Near Wichita to tell us their tale. I've been travelling the country for some time and there are few places like this left."
He smiled at Roadkill's antics, then he suddenly grew sober again.
"Apart from that, did you manage to recover Arthur's remains? If yes, I think a funeral is the first thing in order."
The Colonel looked in Michaela's direction as he said this, wanting to gauge her reaction to his words.
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #78):

Michaela donates some of her blood and enjoys the milk and cookies.


Michaela after hearing the question about Arthur looks over at the Colonel and says:
"Yes we did recover his remains.  I think that funeral would be most welcome.  After that we can talk of the great memories and deeds that Arthur did.   Do you know of any hallow ground in the town?"

When she talks about the funeral people can tell she is having a hard time keeping in her emotions.

In reply to Michaela Fukushima (msg #79):

"I don't know where the local cemetary is, but I am sure that Frau Doktor will be able to point us in the right direction and might even know someone who'll be able to help with the arrangements."
The scarred faced veteran smiled encouragingly at Michaela. He'd buried enough friends, brothers in arms, strangers and even family to know what she felt like.

Roadkill looks at Kurt right in the eye.
"we got em" An almost sense of annoyance crosses Roadkill face, he looks directly at the German remembering Arthur.
"whatever i have done... it has always been with all of us us in mind."
He starts to think of edgar and jane and then the ultimate fate of arthur.
"He."
Roadkill stammers
"He was a good man and if i could have taken his place i would have, but fuck this land"
he says with a blunted shout.
"Life is going to never be milk for all."
Roadkill looks up at Rowan. His eyes fall heavy as he says.
"I will never let it happen again"
he looks towards smoker and stats to smile
"not even to this bastard"
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Rowan Sighs
Looking at every one she says
" The circle of Existance is vaste, and the road of life through it long."
"And it is true to say none can see the end from the begining".
"Yet every thing we do along the road echoes down through the years and makes a differance some where sometime"
"Arthur died as he lived a champion of the light denying never the cause true to his heart"
"That is the truth of it he made a differance in his life time, and none of us can ask for more than that."
"May he rest in peace, I will remember him as my friend."
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #82):

The Doctor hesitated, then spoke, "pardon for interrupting. We have a morgue here in the hospital and a funeral home in town. Your friend's body can be stored until buried or cremated."

"We can hold a memorial tonight for him, at the BBQ. Even if he didn't know it at the time, he did the town a great service and he deserves to be remembered."

In reply to Dr. Kuznetsova (msg #83):

Michaela goes to the doctor and says:
"Thank you for your hospitality.  I am sure that Arthur would have appreciated this.  If I am cleaned up enough I will work out the details to bring the body in and anything that might be needed for the funeral."

In reply to Michaela Fukushima (msg #84):

Roadkill gets up and pats kurt on his Shoulder.
"Good to have you back buddy"
He heads off out to the truck. Waiting for the others to decide what they will do.

"thank you my friend. It's good to be back," the Colonel replies to Roadkill.
Then he turns back to Michaela:"If you need any help, don't be afraid to ask."
He smiles and continues:"Thank you for your offer, Frau Doktor. It is truly appriciated."
Then, with a nod and smile to Rowan and Smoker, he turned and walked out as well.

Rowan bows slightly to the Doctor.
"Is there some where they can get some work done on the semi and get refuled as well"?
"if you let us know I will make sure that we are at your gathering to tell people what has been happening"

The Doctor write out a chit to verify that Roadkill and the group had donated blood and were entitled to medical care and the municipal garage for 1 week. As well, half off fuel and 1 free meal at the city worker's canteen per day.

"We appreciate the donation. We don't have a constant need for blood, maybe 1 or 2 pints a week, but when there's an accident, we need it all."

She gave directions to:

1) The college (where her husband Misha taught).

2) City Hall/Police/Defence Force HQ. There you can find the Mayor and the Sheriff militia commander.

3) The City Works garage.

These were all further east down Central Ave, towards Ed Dorado lake.

She worked out the details with Michaela regarding Arthur's body. He was to be brought in to the hospital morgue, then picked up by the funeral home's hearse. He would be ready for burial in the evening or the next morning, or whenever she wanted.

The funeral home was also in the direction of city hall, about 3 blocks away from it.
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 Rowan nods. "Aye it seems a long time since blood was available, freely for operations etc."
"Even longer for me since I qualified asa Parmedic".
"I look forward to talking to you later Doctor, thank you for this."
Rowan bows slightly.
Then goes to tell the others what she has been given and where they can work on the truck
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #89):

Roadkill standing by his truck smoking with others sees Rowan come towards em.
He listens to what is what and where is where and thinks about it.

"in all honesty guys, i just want to take the truck in, ahem, get smoker to take the truck in as he knows how to look after the big girls."

He looks a bit dejected and tired but clearly something hits him.

"screw it guys, i think we need to have a night out" He looks around. "Where's a bar and secondly, who is buying the second round, cause i got the first."

Rowan frowns a little worried about Road kill, "how long to fix the truck?" she asks softly.
"I would sugest selling the bitchs vehicle, if it is working and we can get some thing for it".
"I need to restock and make some more poltices".
"And we all need some more ammunition"
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The nearest bar was MAXIE'S, about a block west from the hospital. It's more of a diner that serves alcoholic drinks. There may be others.

City Hall and the City Works garage was about 4 blocks east. The small park by City Hall is where the night's BBQ is being held.

Selene's car isn't running. The parts might be worth a little. Small economy cars aren't worth a lot but they're common so there is a demand for parts.

"I don't know where a bar is, but there's a diner over there, Maxie's. It's a nice place."
The Colonel shrugged.
"I haven't been here long enough to look for any bars, yet. Apart from that, Rowan's right. Dienst ist Dienst und Schnapps ist Schnapps, as we used to say. Business first.
He looked Roadkill in the eye and his own eyes softened.
"Look. Why don't you, Smoker and Rowan,"he turned to her and added:"Of course only if you want to, take the rig to the garage, sell the car and see what repairs can be made. After that, you could go shopping or so. Meanwhile, I'll help Michaela with Arthur."

Rowan Sighs knowing this aint over yet and there are words that will have to be said over Authur's grave, and then taken to his home.
No it aint over yet she says to her self.
Then turns to Michell "I bought the sword out of the temple, my teacher said it did not belong in there, not sure where it belongs though"

Rowan will go with Road kill and smoker and see about selling the compact and getting the truck fixed

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #94):

Michaela goes to Rowan

"Thank you for recovering his sword from the temple.  It will need to be returned to Boise to be awarded to the next most worthy of wielding it."

After getting the sword.  She will assist in anyway that she can in getting Authur's body ready.  Before planing on the funeral she will ask the rest of group when they would like to do the funeral, this evening or tomorrow morning.

Depending on the answers that she get back, she will go to the bar and have a couple of drinks in Authur's name if it is tomorrow of spend the afternoon getting ready if it is in the evening.
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Rowan shakes her head negativily
"It is not Authurs sword Michell, it is the big two handed one the Evil priest was using".
"My teacher's Spirit told me to recover it and that it was important to do so."
"Authurs was with his body last I saw"
"Please let me know when you are ready to lay him to rest", I would like ot be there to pay my respects"

Roadkill just nods, goes over to the truck and grabs some new clothes to replace his gown. He gets into the truck and starts it up ready to go. He sits there waiting for those that going to head to to the garage. He lets out a big yawn and and then lights up again.

The Colonel made sure that Road kill was out of earshot before answering Michaela's question.
Me, I think it would be best to do it tomorrow. First, it gives us more time to get Arthur's remains prepared for the burial. Second, if we're going to have a BBQ tonight where you will tell your story, it will be better if people will not be grieving. another thing to consider is that a funeral tomorrow might be more attended after the story's been told and it will also remind people of heroism and the sad but sometimes necessary sacrifices."
He shrugged to show that he was done talking and pulled his poncho out of it's pouch. With practiced speed and ease, he packed Arthur's remains into the poncho; anyone watching the scarred soldier go about his could tell that it was not the first time he did it. Done with the grisly task, he helped with transporting the body to the morgue.

Rowan turns and walks over to the bike.
Yeap thought is was as she pulls arthurs sword and scabard out from the tank area and walks back. "Did get both sorry Michell so damn tiered, Ihad forgotten"

She looks at her friend and the colonel.
"Sir if you would go with the vehicles", Rowan turns the Bike she has been using back too its owner.
"I will acompany Michell and Arthurs body, my job I think as the medic of the party"
"We will join you later"

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #98):

Michaela thinks about what the Colonel said and says

"I think that is a great idea.  He was a great man and having him honoured in such a way would be very appropriate."

She takes Authur's sword with her when she goes with Col. Schaeffer to the morgue.
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In reply to Michaela Fukushima (msg #100):

The paramedics transferred Arthur's remains to a body bag on a stretcher, respectfully returning the Colonel's poncho. They then disappeared, gone over to Maxie's to have a bite.

Roadkill, Smoker and an undiscovered Trejo drove off in the semi to the garage, leaving Rowan's hoverbike and Schaeffer's replica BMW/sidecar behind. The unknown Templar(?) sword Rowan recovered from the Cathedral was in the truck, while Michaela held onto Arthur's sword, sheath and Tabard. No one thought to question who Rowan was referring to regarding her "teacher", the memory of the voice that had spoke to them and guided them in the Ghost Storm of Wichita already starting to fade.

Roadkill pulled into the city garage. He and Smoker got to lifting the hood and getting at the engine to fix it. The garage had a lift large enough to raise the entire tractor.

Within a half hour, the Widow's brother Mike McCabe arrived to pick her and the children up. He said, "thank you so much, you all are welcome to stay with us and our kin." The semi's passengers waved goodbye as they piled into the battered pickup truck.

In 45 minutes the funeral home sent a van over. The driver, Carvelle, helped the posse members that remained transfer Arthur's body from the small but cool morgue (white cement walls, red concrete floor) to the back of the van, then left for the funeral home. Carvelle was also the mortician, and he said,

"You may stay but there's no point. Go, stay with your friends, have dinner. Come by tomorrow morning and he'll be in a coffin and everything. We can make more arrangements then for burial and a funeral."

Rowan, gets her small friend into his carry bag and rides along on her own machine.
To See what was going to need doing.
And find out the best places to sell and buy things

Trickster, the coyote, seemed to like the ride over.

Once they arrived at the low funeral home, Arthur's body was transferred from the hearse to the inside. There wasn't much to do, so Rowan, Schaeffer and Michaela got ready to leave.

The mortician/driver, Carville, let Rowan know about where to find the general stores. There were 3: Robin's, The Salvation Army Store and the Home Lumber hardware store near the intersection of Main and Central, in the town centre. Robin's sold appliances and food, Home Lumber was building supplies and automotive parts, while the Sally Ann sold clothing and everything else.

Main and Central was the literal centre of the town, so the store were near city hall and the city garage.

At the garage, Smoker and Roadkill coninued to work on the engine and rear doors. Trejo was able to get out and stretch, his chest was feeling a lot better. There were some mechanics around working on city vehicles but they didn't seem to be paying attention to the travellers. Still, Trejo stayed out of their sight.

Rowan Will head over to where the group is working on the truck to let them know what she has found out about shopping, and where they may be able to get spares needed for the truck.
If she sees Trjo staying out of the way she will talk to him quietly and ask what it i that is worrying him

After they had left Arthur's body in the capable hands of the mortitians, the Colonel decided to check out the local shops. He didn't have much to barter with, but you never knew what you'd find. Considering the store fronts, he decided to head for Sally Ann's first.
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #105):

*Grunt* *Oufff* *Heave*

Roadkill and smoker work on the rig but notice Trejo looking rather cagey every so often.
"If you don't want to be seen fella then get inside the trailer and work out those back doors. YOu look like you have the strength to deal with them"

Roadkill isn't 100% sure why the big guy was so skittish but he had no intention of asking about some ones past without knowing them a bit better first.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #106):

Not wanting to linger here any longer than needed Trejo heads to the rear of the rig and starts working at pulling off the doors so that they can be straightened out.

Saturday, 07 May 2094.
1930 Hours
Near Wichita

The Posse worked on the rig for the next four hours, trying to repair the engine, the general damage to the cab and the trailer doors. Using the tools available and spare parts (which they stripped from Selene's wreck of a car) in the shop, Smoker and Roadkill were able to repair the engine and give it a tune-up, as well as plate over the holes in the armour plating. All the other vehicles would have to wait for the morning for their tune-ups.

Trejo didn't manage to fix the rear doors. The good news was that Rowan was able to give him some painkillers and tape up his ribs, so he felt as good as new! She wasn't able to heal Roadkill completely, but he was tough enough to not complain.

It came time for the Barbeque as the sun set. Some Posse members walked over to the park in front of city hall, about a block away from the city garage. Some rode, like the Colonel. The civic centre was a smallish, low sprawling building complex and the grassy park had a few shade trees. It smelled like cooking and they were roasting a whole cow on spits over a roaring fire, slabs being cut off and transferred to grills where sauce was basted on.

There were several hundred people there, most civilians, a few looked like city police and militia, even a couple fire fighters.

Dr. Kuznetsova met them there. She was accompanied by a short, bearded middle-aged man dressed like an academic (jacket with patched sleeves, glasses, etc.)

"Welcome," she said. "This is my husband Misha! He teaches at the college."

The man smiled, offered to shake hands. He spoke with a noticeable Russian accent.

"Am pleased to meet you. Have heard of your bravery in the ruins! Many stories have come out of there. We sent aircraft to look but storm is being too dangerous. Is true there was Cathedral in Wichita?"
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Rowan is carrying the two handed sword over her back since it has not yet been asked for
Rowan smiles and inclines her head in greeting.
"There were many things with in the ghost storm, sir."
"I am Rowan Dawson, Medic & Story teller."
"I would keep your people well away from that area for now, it is where we picked up the radiation that your people were good enough to help us get clean from."
"Even my little friend here (indicating the Coyote) appreciated being clean".

Rowan looks around knowing that the tale has to be told and for its importance to be understood, the truth will need to be told.
Even if it means she has to leave town in a hurry.

"Would you prefer the tale of what happened in their told now or when people have eaten and are relaxed?"
Rowan waits for the mans decision

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #109):

The professorial man nodded.

"I see you met my wife Camille at hospital. Thank you for the warning! Hopefully when things calm down we can salvage ruins. Would be good for you to tell me now with details. Can summarlise for people later?"

Misha looked up at the approach of a red-haired man in practical but clean clothing (utility vest with pockets over blue work shirt, cargo pants, combat boots, holstered revolver).

Behind him, a suit of power armour in NWVM clanked up to the edge of the park and stopped, disgorging the rider (dressed in battlesuit pilot coveralls.

"Ah! My colleagues have arrived! This is Mayor Quin, and Marshal Azrael is getting out of his armour. Please, begin your story!"
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Rowan looks at the group. "Correct me please if I get any thing wrong".
"Okay we had helped out a small town to the west of here and some of its people had expressed a desire to move here since it was on our bosses  route he agreed and we headed in this direction."
"About 15 miles beyond the warning signs we came across a lone car, and female drive that had broken down."
"We agreed to take here to her group who she said were living inside the wall of the ghost wind."
"We penetrated the ghost wind and when she directed us to park in the main square I got a warning from a spirit friend , who warned me it was a trap and that it was an undead coven."
"In the ensuing fight outside we destroyed all those that had come out side to deal with us and then pursued, the remainder inside and down into the crypt".
"Arthur the Templar fell there but not before taking down 5 of the so called coven in hand to hand combat"
"There a second fight ensued with the last of the coven and the leader who styled himself as the Bishop."
"And in the end all were slain with out further loss to our team."
"And this sword that I am told was taken from a templar bought back into the light", Rowan smiles sadly "you know of it all I am going to miss my friend Arthur most of all".
 Rowan Thinks for a moment then continues, "we rescued one person from the Temple there and bought him and his Motor bike out with us, as HELL broke out behind us the temple itself spewing for the very essence of its rotten centre."
"Once clear we headed here"
Rowan stops and considers  for a moment
"I think that is the important elements as I remember them"

As Rowan told her story, the 3 men (Professor Misha, Marshall Azrael and Mayor Quinn and 1 woman (Dr. Camille Kuznetsova) absorbed the information. The Marshall, a gangly man with a shaved head and pale skin, looked a little naked and almost uncomfortable outside his battlesuit.

Mayor Quinn conferred with his posse for a second.

"That's remarkable! We knew there was something strange about the ruins, what with scavengers and then travellers and local settlers disappearing in or near Wichita over the last few months."

"That was a year after we arrived here in Near Wichita and defeated the "Ravager", a monster of some kind that was stealing cattle. The muties got blamed for rustling and it was brewing up to be a range war. The muties would have come out on the bottom of that if we hadn't stepped in. We killed the Ravager and put a stop to the possible slaughter. Over the last year things have really improved, we got one of the oil wells outside town working and traders been coming here from all over the Midwest. We raided some Combine arms depots and equipped the Near Wichita militia, plus added in some gear of our own we came across over the years."

"You mention a "temple". People mention seeing the Roman Catholic cathedral in downtown, that must be the place. The thing is, it was completely destroyed in the attack, I saw the rubble pile myself months ago. The Bishop survived by living in the crypt, but he was crazy, called himself the "Anti-Bishop". Yet somehow it got rebuilt and he found himself some followers? Almost like he made a deal with dark powers of some kind! Maybe the Coven were a part of it, maybe they came after, who knows?"

Obviously, Quinn knew something about the Reckoning and the supernatural forces awake in this blasted and cursed land.

"That sword you have... It belonged to a Templar friend of our by the name of Chance. A couple days ago, Chance volunteered to go check the stories of this "cursed Cathedral" out but knew he might not return. We were about to go in after him, but I guess he's gone because you never mentioned finding a body. Maybe buried in the crypt with the other victims? Who knows?"

"The people here in Near Wichita will be overjoyed to learn you've taken out the Anti-Bishop! The rumours about him were pretty bad, we had no idea he had a Coven of followers. We're glad you took him out!"

"If you want to stay around here for about a week, we can upgrade your truck for helping us out. Put some armour on 'er, other improvements, and we have a machinegun we can mount, as well as some ammo for it. Also, Chance said if his sword was recovered he saved up 500 rounds of ammo to have it taken to Boise, his chapter's HQ."

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #111):

As Rowan talked about events Roadkill basically just nodded along.

With the comment of upgrading the truck he grinned more than a cheshire cat.

"Our man Smoker here will know exactly what could be best fitted and where, he takes good care of her"

He then gets a bit more serious
"The sword, we could see about ferrying that off and if we are lucky run into some combine. Love to see how a truck mounted gun would rip through those guys though I should probably see it broke something here first" he say as he lightly taps his chest "Meh, probably nothing"

He suddenly thinks "just out of curiosity, absolute long shot really but the name Celine, ah she was one of the coven, no need to know exactly how i knew her, its name but random or someone who may have been known"

In reply to Roadkill (msg #113):

With most of the townfolk at the Barbecue Trejo heads to the decontamination tent, keeping his hood up and sticking to the shadows when possible.

Rowan nods in aceptance.

"That I think is my task and obligation.
"His people deserve to know how he met his end".

"I do not know what the bishop was save ,that he and his followers were both dead and yet living at the same time"
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The Colonel held himself in the background as he had not been part of the tale being told. He listened closely both to Rowan and to the locals. At the mention of the Ravager and it's destruction he nodded to himself. He had heard rumours...but the Wasted West was full of those.
Suddenly, he drifted closer to the powered armour. It had been many years since he had last seen a working suit, so he wanted to check it out.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #116):

City Hall

Everyone nodded and looked appreciative for Rowan and Roadkill's story. Others chimed in as needed, but they got the gist across.

Thinking a little, the Mayor replied, "Selene? I'll ask around here. Seems familiar, but a lot of people drifted through here, I guess. I'm from the Northeast, myself."

To the Americans, Quinn's accent sounded English. Misha seemed Russian. The armoured suit had Canadian markings. This explained those particular flags being flown nearby them in front of City Hall.

The group moved to a picnic table lit by an electric light. Everyone was served a juicy cut of what appeared to be real prime rib beef in BBQ sauce, at least 15oz. There was also corn on the cob, fresh bread, a salad and vegetables. Cutlery was set, as well as drinks (water, a bottle of pre-war vodka, locally bottled wine and beer).

When Rowan cut off and then offered a small piece of steak to Trickster where he hid under the table, he sniffed at it, then eagerly gobbled it up and whined quietly for more.

Misha and his wife Camille dug in to their steaks, Misha having some vodka and his wife (the doctor at the hospital) sipping a half-glass of wine. Quinn had wine with his meal. Azrael had a beer as he ate, keeping a hawk eye on his power armour all the time. It was clear he felt naked outside his armour.

Quinn answered Rowan, "oh, Chance said he was a Templar and that's where his sword was going, back to his Temple. Are you a Templar, then? I'm sorry, I can't tell and Chance was the only one I met. Anyways, if you do this service it would be appreciated and rewarded."

Michaela knew that it's possible he'd met others, but they'd been in disguise. If Chance decided to help the town then that obviously spoke well for them, if Quinn spoke the truth.

Schaeffer drifted towards the suit of power armour. It was of German design, "Valkrie" reconnaissance type. It had recognisable Canadian Forces tactical markings, including a roundel (Maple leaf in circle) in black. Canada had built many of these suits under licence from Krupp, slowly replacing their ancient Leopard IIs. It seemed in good shape although as the suit hadn't used it's jump pack it was unclear whether these were operational. The Valkyrie depended on speed and sensors to avoid trouble and while could resist most small arms was vulnerable to heavier weapons fire, including his Mauser rifle. This one seemed to be equipped with a standard 20mm autocannon in hand-held configuration.

The pilot, dressed in a flight suit without national markings, nervously moved to intercept Schaeffer before he got too close to his prize possession. His 2 companions took note, looking over in their direction, but kept up their conversation.

"Hey, Chief! Interested in the Panzer-suit? She's a beauty, eh?"

Susan B. Anthony Memorial Hospital

Now it was dark, Trejo set out to find the decontamination area. To avoid travelling down West Central through the centre of town, Trejo circled a couple blocks North through residential areas well-shaded (during the day) with trees, then headed west to get to his destination. A few dogs barked at him and he saw a few people walking towards the BBQ at City Hall, but he didn't think anyone took especial note of his presence.

The decontamination tent was located around the side of a pre-war hospital that seemed fully functional, "Susan B. Anthony Memorial Hospital". Nothing much seemed happening, but it was fully lit with an ambulance parked near the Emergency entrance. He approached the hospital and tent from the rear, through parking lots screened by trees.

Decontamination showers were in the tent outside. Quickly, Trejo stripped and showered down, scrubbing using the brushes and soap, keeping an eye on the door and his clothing and weapons. When he was done he dried off with a towel and started to dress.

A female voice came from outside the tent, "sir? Do you want us to wash your clothing? It'll take about 45 minutes. There's also a voluntary blood donation."
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Ja, it's been some time since I last saw one of them up and running. A "Walküre"...Used to be nice to have them as back-up.

The Colonel took a sip of his beer and...remembered:
Gunfire, the screams of artillery shells falling like rain. Tracers criss-crossing the night sky, all painted green in the nvgs. Sweat under the suit, blood and mus on it. Switching magazines, getting ready to paint targets, hoping against hope that suppot would finally arrive, maybe in time as long as anyone is still alive. Suddenly loud steps and then the suits appearing, firing putting up coverfire, going after the enemy APCs...
Shaking himself out of the flashback, he grinned lopsidedly and shrugged.

Like I said, a long time ago....Yes, she's beautyful.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #118):

City Hall

"Yeah, you got that look in your eye, all right."

He couldn't tell if the man was referring to Schaeffer's appraisal of his suit or the momentary flashback to the heart of battle. Probably both.

Aside from local ("Near Wichita Volunteer Defence Association", "Defence" being spelled differently than on other signs) and CF markings, the suit had a crest with a stylised stag's head on one shoulder plate and, "MARSHALL" and town police crest on the other, of course, the name "AZRAEL" stenciled on the chest. The camouflage scheme was a white "Police" pattern but could easily be changed with the touch of a button due to the stealth package.

Azrael seemed to be listening to a small headset radio. Without explanation he climbed into the suit, quickly powering it up but keeping the faceplate open. Startup was complete faster than Schaeffer had seen it before, and somehow "Marshall Azrael" seemed far more comfortable and at home in his armour than outside it.

"I got a report coming in, maybe worth checking out. Is one of your friends at the hospital? Getting decontaminated? People say they saw someone big heading that way but it's dark and no one could get a good look at him. Long hair, bad-ass moustache, lots of knives or machetes?"

This, of course, matched a man Schaeffer had seen skulking around the truck at the garage as it was being repaired. Trejo, he believed? Perhaps one of Roadkill's crew?
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The Colonel nodded to show his appreciation of the thought. Even thirteen years after the bombs fell and chnaged the war, many wounds were not healed, only scapped over...and the ones inside people were shared by many.



As far as I know, yes. Should ask Roadkill or Rowan to make sure, but from the story about the Cathedral, I guess that's the guy they picked up. If you want some company, I could help you check on the report."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #120):

City Hall



Azrael snapped down the darkened faceplate and clipped the 20mm onto the backpack ammo bay. His voice came out of a speaker in cool electronic tones.

"Nah, I travel fastest alone. Just ask your friends and relay the info via Quinn so's I can ID him. Probably the guy, but can't be too careful out here in the wasteland. Hell, it's all wasteland now!"

Without further ado he deployed a pair of road wheels from his boots (that Schaeffer was sure weren't in the suit specs) and raced off down the dark street towards the hospital, although the blue shoulder and head-mounted police lights (not part of the original stealth package, either) weren't lit.

At the table, Rowan, Roadkill, Smoker and Michaela noticed the departure, and Mayor Quinn listening to a small headset radio. "Roger, roger, okay. Wait one."

He looked up and then gave a brief description of Trejo. "That your friend?"
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Looking at the guy race off. "That is a great way to travel right there" hearing over the radio the trejo description "Don't know much about him but he did seem mostly harmless... for a big guy with knifes. Honestly he seemed to want to just be left alone"
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Quin nodded, then spoke into his radio.

"Yeah, Az, looks like it's the bloke they came in with. Verify his identity and if he checks keep your distance. Quinn out."

He answered Schaeffer. "Sure, go check it out if you think you'll recognise him. It's just a couple blocks away so your bike will be quick enough. I'll alert the Marshall."

"This guy have a name?"

Rowan "Yes we pulled him off the Alter as he was about to be sacrificed, apart from treating his injuries, I have not spoken to him much."
"As my friends say he has been quite.
"I think he just needs time alone to get over the shock".
"May I sugest a non military aproach sirs, he is more likely to be calm that way"
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In reply to The Marshall (msg #117):

"appreciated" Trejo said motioning towards his clothes. "Be sure to leave me some blood though, lost some earlier today, not sure how much is left."

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #124):

Yes, maybe we should be more...tactful..
Schaeffer was not too happy to be reminded by a civillian that a non-tactical way of doing things might sometimes be more appropriate, but he had to admit that Rowan was right. This time. Grudgingly.
Rowan, do you want to come with me? Trejo knows you. Might be better to have someone he clearly recognizes as friendly with us.
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #126):

City Hall

While treating him, Rowan had seen a massive Maltese Cross tattooed across Trejo's chest and so had a suspicion he was a Templar or related to them. Trjo's name and additional identifying marks were relayed.

After talking on the radio Quinn said, "if it's your friend we're just going to leave him alone. I think it is, the tattoo's pretty distinctive."

Hospital

"Oh, ah, that's all right. Not a good idea to donate while injured. I'm just going to peek my head in, see if you're all right.

It was a woman's voice and sure enough, without warning a young brunette woman (dressed as a nurse in hospital scrubs) poked her head in and had a look at him. She was dressed as a nurse, blue scrubs and a stethoscope around her neck.

"Sorry, nothing I have't seen a thousand times before. Just grabbing your clothes."

Taking them, she disappeared back outside the tent.

Wie auch immer. The Colonel didn't say it aloud, but having th wind taken out of his sails a second time rankled him somewhat. He shrugged, took another sip of his beer and made his way over to the grill to get soemthing to eat.

 rowan Chuckles and moves with him.
"I am reminded the first time I met you Sir."
"I appologise for stepping on your toes"
"Did you find what you were looking for with your men?"
Rowans shoulders slump a little, "the last of my old group I now know is dead".
"Ever wish that you could find some where you did not constantly have to have one eye half open all the time"

Roadkill listening in thinks about it, "yeah i remember that crazy Bishop going on about templers but i thought all of them had like long swords or those ninja ones like Micheala has. Thats right i know nothing about them do i"
He drinks some more beer and resists the urge to burp, that will surely come later on.
"This is a good spread mayor but forgive me in advance for anything I may say later on" He has another drink and laughs "Bottoms up"

In reply to The Marshall (msg #127):

While waiting for his clothes to be washed Trejo gives his gear a thorough cleaning, getting the dust and road debris out of his pack and washing anything that's dirty.  Hot running water is a luxury you don't come across often anymore, year on the road have taught him to make the most of it when he can.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #129):

The Colonel grunted dismissively at first, then he shook himself out of his mood and smiled.
"I don't know. I've been a soldier for nearly 22 years now.
He shrugged.
"I guess I got used to it over time. That is something of a problem...maybe. Sometimes, when the only tool you have is a hammer, all problems begin to look like nails."
Another shrug.
Apart from that, not necessarily friends, but comrades. Friends are people you like and that like you. Comrades..well, you don't have to like them, but you share certain...experiences. And yes, I did my job and...well, that's another matter....What about your friends? Do you have family?

Rowan gazes East for a moment.  "No, no alive that I know, friends or family from before"
"My teacher the last of our circle of light apart from me, was killed by the Dark Coven and the Bishop."
"Now I do not know what to do, she was the sole person I was looking for that I knew definitely got across the river before death closed the door behind us".
"I think I need to find a new purpose rather than just wandering"

2000 Hours

Susan B. Arthur Memorial Hospital

Trejos clothes were returned to the tent by the nurse. They were cleaned and folded. His weapons had been left untouched on the metal shelf inside the door. Trejo enjoyed the hot water. Hey, he was the only customer and they weren't charging, why not?

"Do you want me or a Doctor to check you over? Take about five minutes. I left a sandwich and some milk here if you're not going to the barbeque.

City Hall

People seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone finished their meals, there was enough for seconds. It was simple country fare, although probably not what people not from the South were normally used to, like corn bread, potato salad, coleslaw, marshall beets, sweet potato casserole.

"You want to be talking to people now? Must be telling them of what happened! Will be wery interested, am assuring you," said Misha in his odd Russian accent.

Marshall's Note: Rowan is the best storyteller, and you don't need to repeat yourself. Just add something if you like about what you did and why it was important.

Rowan Smiles.
"Of course" and goes to tell the gathered people about the Goings on she has seen.
 Standing where shown she gathers her power to her like a cloak.
Smiles and bids ever one to be comfortable.
Gazes into the distance for a moment, then Starts.
"The time has come my friends to talk of many things."
"Of light and dark and the reason for fighting these things".
She pauses and smiles and uses her pipes to gain attention, then though the story uses them to pace it and build the atmosphere.
"I am called Rowan I am a healer and a story teller, but this is no Story this is the truth seen through a person's eyes who lived through the events."

Rowan Proceeds to tell the history of events, praising Arthur the templars stand against the dark coven, of the heroics of the group as the fought against the evil of what had been found in the Old cathedral.
And of the final killing of the Bishop in the crypt and the feeling of the ruins as everything collapses around them.
She looks at the crowd and adds
"Such things are important to tell of, when we destroy them my friends not just so that people know it was done and can breath a little easier, but also for every  darkness we destroy the light shines a little stronger"
Rowan bows and then plays a peaceful tune as the story ends and they arrive here and are welcomed and brings the story to an End
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In reply to The Marshall (msg #134):

Trejo started to get dressed "Thanks for the offer, but the little bruja patched me up fine." Trejo finished up the sandwich and milk, thanked the nurse again and made his way back to the rig to check on his bike.

In reply to Trejo (msg #136):

2030

Leaving the hospital, Trejo didn't note anyone or anything unusual. To make it back to the City Works garage, Trejo had to go past City Hall.

He noted as he walked by the park where the BBQ was being held that Rowan was telling some kind of story to a large crowd about the Cathedral of Doooom. The crowd was in the hundreds, and they seemed to really be appreciative. This was pretty sizable population for the Wasted West, making this one of the larger towns outside of Junkyard or the Oil Cartel.

For her part, Rowan knew that she nailed it. Her guitar accompaniment didn't work out as well, she would certainly need to practice more! Everyone seemed to be having a great time, giving off a positive energy that even the rest of the Posse could feel. After she was done, no one else seemed to want to speak and that was all right, the party had taken on a more festive and celebratory nature.

More people arrived, generally on foot but two groups in farm vehicles (a flatbed truck and tractor). Liquor was freely passed around: home-made beer, cider and "corn squeezin's" (moonshine). Everyone seemed to have a good time, including the Posse members. They noticed Marshall Azrael returned for a short period but didn't get out of his suit. Instead, after talking to Mayor Quinn, he sped away again to check the town perimeter and checkpoints.

Trejo arrived back at the garage, feeling cleaner and fresher than he had for a long while. He founds his motorcycle there, in as good shape as he left it.

If Rowan sees trejo she waves to him to wait please.
Rowan wants to check the mans wounds before he decides to leave.
If he waits then Rowan will travel to the garage with him



Rowan points out her hover cycle," We share the same liking for travelling it seems"
She says in a friendly voice.
"Are you okay?," "I did not get a chance to get all your wounds seen to before we ran for cover after we finished in there."
"The names Rowan in case you had not heard it, are you going to stay with us or head off on your own?"
"A person who survived the Cathedral would be an asset to our group"
Rowan grins and gives her little friend a fuss, "we should be here a couple of days getting the truck fixed, and restocking"
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #138):

Through luck, Rowan was able to see and intercept Trejo, as the park was only a block away from the garage. She was able to accompany him there (assuming he doesn't make an effort to shake her off!)

After Rowan had been called away from their conversation, the Colonel had gotten himself something to eat and another beer, before listening to the story again. While he listened, he watched the people around him and was able to see, hear and even feel the way the mood changed. It was wonderful.

He could have told Rowan about his purpose in life, that the war had not ended when the bombs fell...it had only changed. Now it was his job to make the world, or at least the Wasted West a better place, after he'd helped to mess it all up in the first place.

Though he was at the party, he didn't feel part of it at first as he was used to always staying on his toes, but watching the revelry, he could feel himself relax and actually enjoy himself.

Over the next couple hours, the party wound down and people started leaving.

Misha, the professorial type, asked Roadkill (and anyone else there) regarding nightly arrangements.

"So, am understanding you are staying at least night. We have camping area for transients by lake. Is close by City Garage. Running water, toilets. No other utilities."

"You have rendered great service to community, are welcome to stay. Daily meals for crew for week."

In a swaying and slurred way, a rather drunk raodkill agreed with the 2 or 3 woman talking to him at once.
"sure, Go and.. haha yeah we can by garage" he tries to wink but instead nods his head and stumbles forward a bit. "you stay lake ahaha"

In his mind he feels he is all style and suave like James Bond as well as being completely in control after drinking the many different drinks on offer.

In reply to Roadkill (msg #142):

A couple women had been admiring Roadkill and chatting him up. Another was even making conversation with Smoker. They were reasonably young women, mid-20's, not pretty but healthy (and thus all the more appealing in the Wasted West).

Dr. Kutznetsov's husband, Misha, saw Roadkill was almost completely in the bag and switched to Schaeffer.

"Your intoxicated friend can be staying in his truck, of course. The rest of you, would you be wanting lodingings in town? At the outdoor site?"

Rowan smiles "the out door site would do me thank you, so many years on the road, indoors is a little tight these days"

"Thank you, your offer is highly appreciated. I think we'll drop prince charming here a the garage and the rest of us will camp by the lake.
The Colonel shook his head good naturedly at the sight of the plastered Roadkill.
Typisch Amerikaner, vertragen nichts.
To him, the most of the american "beer" was a lot, but not real beer, though he had to admit that the local brew tasted different. Different enough, that he'd had more than a couple of beers himself, but he was a German officer after all and so held himself up accordingly.
Come one Roadkill, lets get you to bed.
He helped Roadkill get to his feet and then readied himself to get the drunk trucker back to the garage.

2200 Hours

Even though it was Friday, the farmers and ranchers still needed to get up early for chores. As they wanted to lock the city garage for the night, Roadkill was roused enough to move his truck outside at least to the street. Trejo could stay in the trailer if he liked. Everyone else in the posse pitched camp at the site suggested.

It was pleasant enough at the campsite, with trees for shade or to keep off the rain, beside a lake that looked and seemed full of clean water. In case of a radstorm or other contaminated rain, there was shelter nearby (a covered area with some picnic tables and an indoor BBQ

That night it got a little cooler, and some rain came down as it got later. It was cool and uncontaminated, and stopped after a little while.

Road kill of course has no idea what happened after about maybe 9 or 10 but no doubt he tried his best to find someone to fill a void until he drank too much, even if they were healthy looking girls who weren't that attractive. Then again he did say he wanted to get absolutely trashed so his main mission was only to forget. A few choice words and comments were mentioned but he hopes his earlier apology before getting drunk would be enough to avoid being hated by all but then again, in the morning he wouldn't give a phuck.
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In reply to Roadkill (msg #147):

In fact, Roadkill didn't go to sleep alone, although how far he got before passing out is an open question...

"I'm Trejo, thanks for the patch-up job, you do good work."  Trejo said scratching the still tender wound on his chest.  "I got no problem ridin with you guy's, but I should warn you I got some pretty mean enemies 'round here.  People hanging 'round me tend to get hurt.  Don't wanna bring trouble to decent folk so I usually travel alone."

While talking with Rowan Trejo pulls one of a few moistened washcloths he grabbed while showering and starts to clean his bike.  While he may not be good at fixing it, he well knows that when you get a chance to wash off some of the road from your machine, you do it.

Once finished cleaning and done conversing with Rowan, Trejo sets up his bedroll in the back of the Rig and starts meditating on his battle with the Bishop.
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Rowan Smiles "I think you will find that the group can match you Trejo".
"It is a fairly mixed group of skills, so I would not worry about getting us into trouble".
"Sleep well I will see you in the morning"
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After he had delivered, or rather had helped to deliver Roadkil and his female companion(s) to the truck, the Colonel made his way to the campsite. With an ease born from long experience, he quickly st up a shelter under the trees, using his poncho and poncho liner to make a roof and a bed.
Shaeffer had just finished, when the rain started. He stripped quickly and enjoyed the rain on his skin, before he decided to go for a late swim in the lake.

Rowan sits cross legged in front of her small tent cross legged her small coyote friend curled beside her, his belly full of good meat as he dreams, she lets her Witch senses probe the area around them.
As the rain starts she shrugs the Water proof paramedic Jacket on, and continues to sit there. She continues to examine her life and journey since she left her home and started wandering.
She now considers that she is the last of the coven, and wonders if she will ever find a place where she can raise a new one, to teach, and to share the feeling of a full circle with others.
She smiles a little sadly, it is a long time she thinks since she shared the 5 fold kiss of entry with anyone.
Softly she starts to sing.

Everybody's got the dancing fever
Everybody's love to rock and roll
Play it loud and baby play it better
Funky music got to stretch your soul

Just relax and let the rhythm take you
Don't you be afraid to lose control
If your heart has found some empty spaces
Dancing's just a thing to make you whole

I am one who dances with the mountains
I am one who dances with the wind
I am one who dances on the ocean
My partner€™s more than pieces more than friends

Were you there the night they lost the lightning
Were you there the day the earth stood still
Did you see the famous and the fighting
Did you hear the prophet tell his tale

We are one when dancing with the mountains
We are one when singing in the wind
We are one when thinking of each other
More than partners much more than pieces more than friends.

As she finishes she shrugs her clothes of and dances in the rain letting all the grief and sorrow wash from her

Schaeffer listened to Rowan's singing and after that enjoyed the view of her dancing naked in the rain.
Though he had never been a religious person, he was convinced that he understood very well what she was doing: washing everything of, trying to get back to the point to be able to enjoy life. In many ways the same thing he was doing himself.
The Colonel carried more than his share of guilt and grief around himself.
As soon as Rowan finished dancing, he got his scarred body out of the water and walked over to her.
"Are you feeling better?", he asked in a soft voice.

Rowan finishes raises her arms sky wards.
And in another language speaks
"Bandia tá sé déanta"
"Anois Labhair do Beidh"
Then nearly jumps out of her skin as the colonel speaks to her.
So lost in her own little world she had not even realised he was there.
She smiles shyly, knowing she should have been more careful where she danced sky clad.
But stands unashamed in her state, ( there is no tease in her stance mealy a person comfortable in what they are).
" I am thank you Colonel, it is pleasant to dance again as my sisters and I once did in worship."
" I am the last of my people I think, but the goddess has not yet finished my road".
"It carries on before me still"

She smiles again, " So where does this take us colonel"?

The Colonel stiffened for a second as he suddenly realised what the situation was and where it could lead to. Standing naked in front of an actractive woman (also naked) with the stars above them, a lake to his back and shelter nearby...
He relaxed and a boyish smile crossed his scarred face, making him suddenly seem a lot younger than he really was. He made sure he was looking into her eyes while he talked to her.
"If I were Roadkill, I'd be making some anzügliche Bemerkungen or innuendos right now. As it is, why don't you stop calling me sir or Colonel, at least as long as Roadkill isn't around."
He grinned again, mischeviously this time.
"Wouldn't want him to get any ideas. My name's Kurt.
Though it was difficult to see, the Kurt seemed to actually blush at this point.
"You know, it's been years since I've actually been able to relax and...
Kurt leaned in to kiss her.

Rowan leans in accepting the kiss, then runs a finger down Kurts cheek, "a year and a day kurt or just a pleasent night"?

Kurt considered the question. It was very poetic, reminding him that he had originally considered Rowan to ba some kind of esoteric airhead...how things had changed since then.
"Lets start with a pleasant night and maybe in year we'll realised it wasn't the only one, just the first."
He smiled gently and honestly at her.

Rowan bows he head slight in aceptance.
"One day Kurt I must remember to tell you the meaning of my name".
Rowan moves closer allowing Kurt to feel and see her and to make the decisions.
"In this time and in this place I am yours."
She says softly in his ear and kisses the words home

"And I'd like to hear it...later.
Kurt drew Rowan in closer to kiss her back, then he gently picked her up and carried her over to her tent...


OOC: Guess it's time to fade out now...this is a mature game after all ;)

Rowan wraps her arms around kurts neck, and allows her self to be carried to her smal tent

As the first light of the sun rises in the morning
Rowan opens her eyes loooks at Kurt and lets a shiver of shear pleasure run over her.
Leaning over she kisses him lightly, " Thank you" she mutters softly.
"I think we had better clean up before the rest wake up dont you?"

OOC
Sounds aboout right.
Some thing tells me the Coytoe finds some where else to sleep that night
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0515

Sunrise on the Near Wichita prairie was glorious. The campsite was in a park on a blue lake, with the town behind them. There were showers and running water there (both cold). Birds chirped in the cool dawn air from the trees along the lakeshore and paddled among the reeds. The air over the town was largely clear of smoke from cooking fires, indicating there was some kind of generator in operation supplying electricity for stoves and ovens.

Trickster had found shelter in one of the hoverbike's saddlebags. Michaela's sport bike was parked nearby, along with the Col's replica BMW R75 with sidecar.

Everyone had camped or slept where they pleased; Roadkill was passed out in his truck's sleeper compartment as it was parked outside the City Garage. Trejo concealing himself in the trailer along with Smoker. Rowan set up her shelter half although it went unused, the Col set up his tent. Michaela slept in her sleeping bag on a thermal pad under her shelter-half (tied to a tree) beside the still-warm embers of the fire pit.

"Ohh hot showers, race you kurt"
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"It's been a pleasure."
He smiled at her gently and kissed her lightly. He had enjoyed the night immensely. Not only for the purely bodily stuff, but the mental release as well.



"Sure. On three...One, two...GO!"
Kurt let Rowan get slightly ahead, but not too far. He wanted to see the look on her face when she realised that the showers were cold...

Rowan headed for the toilet area first, then emerged and looked doubtful at the showers.
There seemed to be an off lever and a full on position, she looked over her shoulder at Kurt smiling at her.
And steps in, pushing the lever over, whatever she needed to be clean.
As the gush of cold water hits her there is a lady like shriek as she nearly turns blue, "cold" she chatters.
And opens her arms for Kurt to warm her.
"Come on you, this is your fault," she says.
"Besides I need my back washed"
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"True enough, my lady. But wait a moment."
Kurt sprinted back to his gear and got one of his two soap bars. On his return, he took Rowan into his arms, kissed her gently and then actually started to wash her back...when he suddenly realised that it was the first time in years that he was farther than a couple of feet away from any of his weapons.
He chuckled.

 Rowan cocks her head to one side looking over her shoulder at Kurt, "whats so funny love" she asks.
As she enjoys having her back cleaned.
Finnaly she turns around, "turn you" says she says fondly, and cleans his back for him.
"Breakfast? she asks seeing as you were trying to wear this poor young women out last night"

"I'm not sure it's funny...I've just realised that I haven't been this far away from one of my weapons in years.
Kurt turned obediently around, both enjoying the luxury of a shower in the morning (even though the water was cold) and Rowan's efforts at scrubbing his back.
"Hmmm, this feels good. You know, I could get used to it, meine Süsse. Breakfast is a grea idea, but we should get dressed first, I think. Otherwise people might be shocked."
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Rowan chuckles "yea, I do not want to apear sky clad in front of so many".
Rowan grins
"You do realise that in chasing me down here you neglected, to bring any of my clothes along with you"
 Rowan punches his arm lightly, "or prehaps you wish to parade your battle trouphy lover"

"You'd certainly be woth a parade love. But I'm an old and forgetful...I'll remember next time, I promise."
Kurt looked deeply into her eyes as he said this, a fond and gentle smile on his face and took her into his arms.
"Anyway, shouldn't we wake Roadkill up on the way to break fast? He's luck he's in the truck, otherwise we could just chuck him into the lake and be done with it...

"hmm I think we should check on Michell love she lost her master and teacher yesterday".
"And i bet she would like a little company heading for breakfast"

Kurt became somber at that.
"You're right my love. i actually forgot about that."
He sighed.
"Allright then, lets get dressed, collect Michaela and Roadkill and get some food. Ich könnte ein Pferd fressen."
Schaeffer got dressed and checked his weapons. An old an comfortable habit he didn't even have to think about.

Rowan sits there quietly doing the same.
Her old Trusty Ak and the M1911 she had inherited. "need to find some ammunition for both Kurt" she says softly.
Then finnishes dressing and goes to find Michell

0600 Hours

Dawn is past, and the day was warming up a little. Rowan found Michaela sitting up and tending to the fire, wrapped in her motorcycle jacket. Michaela just smiled up at Rowan, quiet as usual.

Rowan squats on the otehr side of the fir and warms her hands
"Good morning Michaela, coming up for breakfast with us"?
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Over the evening Michaela spent most of in quite thought. She knew that her duty was now to return Arthur's sword.  It was not a duty that she wanted to do but it need to be done.

She spent most of the night tending the fire, she grabbed a couple of winks of sleep here and there.

As Rowan came over to the fire she answer the question,"Yes, I will join you for breakfast.  A cup of coffee is something that I need now."
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 Trejo wakes with the sun and spends the morning working out.  Starting with calisthenics he moves on to lifting various large metal objects around the garage.

"More than coffee i think friend",
Rowan Pauses
"When you return to Boise I will come with you if I may, I must return the sword i promised to".
"And I must speak of my friends fall, he was a good man Micheala, and I am going to miss his friendship and wisdom"
Rowan Stands and offers Micheala her hand to help her to her feet

Michaela take her hand when she get back to her feet.

"He was a good man."
She thinks for a second then says
"Thank you for your offer.  One should always have travelling companions.  As well there are promises to keep."

"We will talk more later tonight."

She starts heading for breakfast with Rowan.  While walking back she notices that Rowan is fresh and showered and says

"After the coffee a shower will be a great idea."
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"Only Cold water, but clean I am afraid, lets collect Kurt shall we on the way."
"I think he will be traveling with us".
"Along with my small friend."
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The Colonel had watched Rowan talk with Michaela while he checked his guns and gear. Though he felt Arthur's loss himself, it had never been easy for him to talk ybout such things. Then again, he had opened somewhat to Rowan, something he would have thought impossibel a couple of days ago. A smile crossed his face at the thought.
When he saw the women comnig his way, he got up and walked towards them.
"So ladies, ready for a ordentliches Frühstück?

Rowan  looks at the man she has given her trust to.
"In English lover please"
"Or I shall start saying things to you in irish".

Kurt grinned.
"You could do that of course as I seem to remeber that you were impressed with my linguistic abilities before.
The grin widened.
"That's another matter of course. A...a hearty breakfast, ja, is that how you say it?
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Rowan kisses his cheek, "only with your tounge my love".
 she teases softly.
"Come on I need to eat"
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The woman who'd spent the night with Roadkill let herself out of the cab as Roadkill snored. She started on the "walk of shame" back home.

Breakfast, they'd been told, was at a communal kitchen behind City Hall, about 2 blocks away from the park.

In the back of the trailer, Smoker stretched and yawned. He was a little hung-over but that was a good day in his books. Out of habit he'd squirreled away some corm bread, scraps of meat, peas, a corn cob, and half a baked potato with sour cream, bacon bits and chives in his pockets. He put on his coat and munched on some baked bread as he exited the trailer.

That Trejo dude they picked up seemed to be gone, although his bike was parked nearby.

Not having been raised in civilisation he had no problem with peeing against a tree planted in the sidewalk. Smoker noted Roadkill's "date" leaving the truck and lifted an eyebrow without commenting. Zipping up, he decided to leave his coat and rifle in the truck (keeping his Python on him) he walked over to the park.

"Hey bacon, what's shakin'? Let's get going for breakfast!" He looked at Rowan, Schaeffer and Michaela. The first two seemed to be sharing an intimate vibe, and Michaela was as ravishing as usual despite a night spend on the hard ground.

The crew (minus Roadkill, still sleeping it off in the sleeper) ambled towards City Hall's canteen. Their course took them past the City Garage where Trejo was working out. Otherwise, the garage seemed deserted, which seemed natural enough on a Sunday morning.

Rowan looks at Smoker and grins, "shall we wake Road kill up as well, or is he just going to be drunk and upnoxious"

Seeing Trejo, Rowan stops
" We are heading for breakfast care to join us?"
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Smoker grins back, scratching his chin. "Naw, I think the boss got lucky last night. Let the champ sleep it off. I'll save him a pocket of bacon and some eggs." He looked at Rowan and Schaeffer for a moment, as if trying to figure out what was different between them, then moved along.

"Colonel, good ta see ya. Sorry wasn't so chatty last night. Face inna trough, an' all."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg #190):

roadkill sleeps but grabs at whatever bottles are within reach and sips from them constantly. The dry horrors. he will feel like crap when he wakes... maybe about lunch time or when ever it get so loud that he has to move to get away from it.

The Colonel clapped Smoker on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. You need to enjoy the good times when they come and as long as they last. Hopefully, we'll be able to stay here for a few days and R&R.
About Roadkill..
He grinned.
"There's a saying in Germany,Wer feiern kann, kann auch arbeiten, lets see...ah yes that might do: who's able to party is able to work. Roadkill partied hard, now it's time for him to work hard!"

Roawn Watches Kurt amused at the word play and actions.
Then looks at Micheala and says, with a laugh in her voice.
"Men understandable on a basic level do not try to hard"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #189):

"I could eat" Trejo say's, setting down what was once the rear axle to some kind of farm vehicle.  He grabs some rags and towels off, getting dressed, he heads off to join the group.

Rowan smiles "we all could Trejo".

"Perhaps while we sit and eat together you could tell us a little of your self".
"Apart from the fact that we found you in the catedral fighting the coven with two Machetties and I bought your Motor Bike out for you , we do not know much about you"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #195):

Michaela still thinks that she had meet Trejo before but she can't placed where at this time.

She says, "I think that is a great idea.  I do need some coffee and breakfast would be great"
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #195):

"Stories the same as most I reckon'" Trejo said between mouthfuls.
"War came, lost some friends, gained some enemies, been tryin to stay above ground since.  Glad you folk came along when you did, woulda hated dyin to some bike thieving zombie trim"
Pointing around the group with a piece of bacon, mouth still half full of the last bite he took, Trejo adds "So how'd you all meet?"
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Rowan thinks back.
"Before the war I was a paramedic, for some reason I still do not understand, I was tormented by dreams of the coming apocalypse, I prepared for the end and tried to warn others, including my family, but they ignored me."
"Well it happened and I laid low for 2 years in a place that I had prepaired in Pennsylvania."
"Then the dreams came again telling me to get west across old man river."
"Seems to me I rode and drove a good way before fuel ran out and I started walking. Brother edgar, Michaela and Arthur I met in Pantano Station, along with the Kurt here, she pours Kurt a drink as she speaks his name."
"Road kill and smoker I met shortly afterwards."
"Arthur died freeing you out side the temple."
"Now I have anotehr task laid on me and I must go with Micheala to her home and return his sword and speak of his passing".
"And I have found new reason to live"
As for my self what can I say, I am a healer and I ama story teller.
"I can make healing politces, that you your self know work, and I have some skill with small animals, as shown by my little coyote friend".
Thats me and my history, or at least up to now

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #198):

"Arthur one o' them Templar's I take it? Boise's a long drive and seems to me none o' you are Templars, why not just sell it?  I hear tell magic swords can fetch a decent price these days."  Trejo said, keeping a careful eye on Michaela to gauge her reaction.

Rowan shakes her head
"Because he was my friend, and I would not dishoner any Templars sword that way".
"Micheala bears Arthurs sword till she goes home."
"This one belonged to another Templar called Chance I believe, so it goes home to his people to be awarded to the person they deam fit to weild it".
"No trejo, I fight for the light the green way."
"Not for greed is my aid gained"
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The Posse reached City Hall.

Someone showed them the way to the canteen. There was a dozen city personnel present (city garage mechanics, police/militia, city engineering) and they applauded the posse when they arrived. The heroes' welcome was unexpected.

It was a standard cafeteria with a few serving ladies in mesh hats and they lined up for a hot breakfast. Eggs, bacon, buttered toasted, bread, biscuits and gravy, hashed brown potatoes, tomatoes, sliced and cooked ham and various pork products, jams and jellies, etc. There was milk and clean water, no juice. Tea and coffee were served but rationed (1 cup per person). There was granular sugar! Also rationed. The staff watched Smoker like a hawk.

Smoker endured the applause with an embarrassed air. As he got into line, he noted the looks he was getting from the serving ladies but ignored them as he over-filled his plate and crammed a glass of milk, water and cups of tea and coffee on his plastic tray.

After a minute or so of stuffing his fac he exclaimed, "Goddamn! Arthur! His funeral's today! I'll go wake him, get him hosed off. Don't let them take that, I'll be right back."

He ran out, double-timing back to where the rig was parked a block away at the City Garage. He opened the door and climbed into the sleeper behind the cab. It was cramped but not too bad. Smoker shook Roadkill. "Chief! Get up! Arthur's funeral is this morning! Let's get something into you, then maybe see about a bath. Boss, you are one funky sonofabitch. What'd you get up to last night?"

Rowan will thoughly enjoy milk and coffee.
As she sits down she says some thing in a language

Tiarna agus Lady, ag breathnú thar linn,
agus beannaigh sinn mar a ithimid.
Beannaigh an bia, an bounty cré,
linn buíochas a ghabháil leat, mar sin Mote dó a bheith.

And eats what is served her, she asks for a small portion of meat for trickster. and feeds it to him and indicates he should curl up beneath her chair ( this is if the coyote game with her)

When hearing that Michaela looks straight over to Trejo and all of the sadness that was in her eyes evaporates, now there is fire and steel.

"How dare you say that! Arthur was a just and honourable man. I made a promise to him and I will keep it.  To you it might be just something that can be bought or sold but to him it was something more.  It was his Honour and Life.  I will not allow you disgrace him."

The worst possible thing happened. A shouting Smoker reminding him to go to the funeral. It was difficult but crawling out of his truck and onto the ground below had to be done. No words were spoken by roadkill. He got himself up and started walking in a random direction before throwing up. "that is a bit better, What happened after those farmers came with all that booze" he looks at smoker and then himself "why am I not wearing anything?"
He walks back the the truck, grabs clothes and puts them on.
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"This, I'll have to see.
The Colonel got up from the table made a couple of steps, turned back grinning to plant a quick kiss on Rowan's cheek and then hurried again after Smoker, just in time to see the naked Roadkill stumble out of the truck, vomit, realise he was naked and try to find some clothing.
"See, Smoker my friend, what the devil alcohol will do to you if you can't take your beer. A shame. Wish I still had some of the recon gear. Pictures of this would be priceless."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #206):

Smoker shook his head, eating a slice of crispy bacon he took from his pocket.

"Personally, I wish I could bleach that out of my brain. I will never be able to un-see that image now. Never."

After covering up, finding a hat, glasses (if he has any). He lights up a ciggy that he found in the sleeper and stuffs more into his pocket
"Seriously, do you have to eat so loudly and that wasn't beer." He foolishly shakes his head, the pain is clearly writen on his face. "It may of been spook juice"
"Lets get this show on the road." he looks at smoker again
"Is that bacon salty? I could so go some bacon right now, common, gimmie some"

"You want food, you eat where everyone else does. Come on you Alkoholleiche...ah, pickled corpse? Alcoholic dead? Ah, whatever. Some things you just can't translate. Anyway. Get yourself in gear and some chow. We've got a funeral to go to."

In reply to Roadkill (msg #208):

Reaching into his pocket, Smoker handed Roadkill another piece of bacon and half a buttered English muffin. It was crispy, Smoker wiped butter from his fingers on his (still somewhat clean) pants.

"Dey got coffee inside. Let's go."

He led the stumbling wreck towards the canteen.

Rowan lays a gentle hand upon her friends arm, "Be at peace Micheala, remember Arthurs teachings".
"Trejo here plays a deep game, checking and rechecking who we are and what we choose to do before he makes a decision important to him." "What this is as yet I do not know."
"But is a fact that he checks us out"
She looks at Trejo, once long ago I read a piece in a book, I found it to be apt to my life now.
"It goes thus"

I move in rhythm with the earth.
I am held steady
My true path never wavers for an instant
My purpose is clear before me as a wide road
Of no more importance to the universe than a leaf is to a tree
I am still
I share the life
I am one with it
I guide upon the wilderness
I take no advantage
I give no quarter
I defend my own
I am as strong as I need to be
Powerful or weak
I am become whatever I would chose to be
I give what I chose no one owns me
I am sacred to my self; no one can touch myself
I am free
I am my only master

Rowan considers her next words carefully,  I have found trust friendship and an honour within this group that I have not found before Master Trejo.
Arthur, and Micheala did me the honour of accepting me as I was.
I would ask you not to insult his memory and Micheala, me well you may do that if you think it wise.
OOC
The last is added witha slightly sad smile
All this is delivered in a calm voice, but hidden under it is a feeling of steel.

Rowan turns slightly looking like she wanted to return the kisses. and turns back to her food witha slight blush on her cheeks
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0730

The group finished their breakfast. One of the two mechanics finishing their own breakfast came over, a large bearded man with "MARTINEZ" on his coveralls.

"Excuse me for botherin' you folks. I'm Lee Martinez, foreman at the city yard and garage."

"I heard your friend's funeral's in a half hour. Church is down the road, First Christian Church. I'm gonna go home and get changed into my suit, then go myself. Tell you what, you folks want to borrow our shower in the garage? We got the boiler heated up, plenty of hot water."


Marshall's Note: Please continue your various RP. Just moving things along a little so we can do the funeral.
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Rowan turns looks amazed, and stands to shake the mans hand
"Sir that would be most kind and I for one would be most greatful, to have one later if I may"
"I had a cold shower, but washing my hair in hot water would be the hieght of luxury."
"But we will see you there and my thanks for a kind offer"
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What could almost pass for half a grin crosses Trejo's lip as he dives back into his pork.

The Colonel returned just in time to hear this.
"Hot water? Luxury of luxuries. Not only for a hot shower, but also to clean clothing an equipment. But It will have to wait, I'm afraid. We have a duty to fulfill first, and it's not a pleasant one."

Rowan rises from the table,bows slightly to the room as a whole.
"My thanks for the meal all".

To the group
"I think storing our guns and such in the Semi, would be a good idea, people.
"To take such into church, does not seem right some how"

"Uh, church?...Well...
The idea of churches, especially of crucifixes made the Colonel shudder. He felt torn and anything but sure what to do. He didn't want to face a crucifix, not since...better not even think about it. On the other hand there was Arthur; though they had not known each other long or deep, there had been the one bond that Kurt always had put above anything else: brothers in arms.
What to do?

Rowan takes the Colonel to one side and can be seen talking softly to him


She looks at him, caring loving all women caring for her man
"Come, in this as in many things we are one, and in Duty and in honour we should bear witness"
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Kurt sighed and visibly pulled himself together.
"Allright then. Lets get it done. And thank you, my love for your trust and your understanding.
He still felt apprehensive about the whole church thing, but if Rowan as a witch was going to do it, he certainly had to. Apart from that, it was true; honour had to be served.

Rowan chuckles "come on it is half an hour of our lives that we will not get back".
"But we give it because it is the right thing to do".
Then once every one is ready leads the way to the church

0715

The canteen staff acknowledged Rowan's thanks with smiles, and City Hall looked like it was clearing out as pretty much everyone was going to Arthur's funeral.

The Posse took advantage of the offer of the garage's showers. There was a stall each in the Men's and Women's changing rooms, a little dingy but serviceable. A second hot shower in 2 days was an unimaginable luxury!

Schaeffer enjoyed the second shower of the day, especially as it was HOT! Well, admittedly the other shower had been hot as well, even with the cold water.
Once again, he could feel his whole body relax and he reveled in the feeling, short as it was.
Cleaned and dressed, the Colonel waited for the others to emerge. He had by now decided that he would go through with the whole church thing. honor had to be served and even though the thought of a crucifix still made him feel queasy, he showed no more sign of it. He was a German officer after all, a reputation that had to be held up.

Rowan Walkes alongs side kurt.
Very softly he can hear her reciting.
"I am shielded by the love and beauty of the goddess".
"I am true to my self."
"Nothing that is said can touch me"
"No matter in who's Halls i walk"
"May the words i speak reveal only the beauty around me with out fear or Hate"
She looks at Kurt calmly.

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #224):

not sure what he did and didn't do even this morning he has a shower. to begin with, with clothes on to just get them cleaned. He slowly gets whatever clothes are clean and covers up with a cap and sunnies. chewing tobacco and smoking is the only thing that keeps him from throwing up.

Rowan "come on friend we need to attend Arthurs funeral"

0730

It was a warm and beautiful Kansas morning. The sky was blue, birds were singing. The Posse walked to the church along the tree-lined central avenue. They saw dozens of other people heading for the church, First Baptist on Central Ave. It was an older church, solidly made of sandy-coloured red brick. People were walking by the sign outside, up the stairs and into the church.




Much to Schaeffer's relief, the Baptists were American Protestants and so had no crucifixes. Christ wasn't hanging, broken and bleeding from the cross, not like the Law Dog Medoza and his wife and son, and their neighbors of Shalam Colony near Las Cruces, New Mexico. Hung and rotting in the harsh desert sun, the naked and the dead.

Waiting patiently outside was the powered armour suit and presumably inside the local Sheriff, "Azrael".
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His voice came from a speaker on the helmet, tinny and mechanical-sounding.

"Hey, guys. Just head in. Service is just going to start. Please accept my condolences for the loss of your friend."

The armour's colour was dailed down to a somber black, and although he was armed with a 20mm autocannon is was attached to his backpack.
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In reply to Azrael (msg #228):

Still smoking roadkill starts to feel a bit better. Hopefully there will be a seat he thinks.
"lets go to the front, that is where the most important and of course the best looking should sit."
He adjusts his clothes and marches in like he owns the place. giving a short nod of his head if anyone he doesn't know looks at him.

Rowan looks at Road Kill,
And says softly to him
"cigarette out Road kill, whatever our private faiths pay respect in someone else holy place".
She then stops inside the door to see if any one is directing them where to sit

Rowan inclines her head slightly. " Thank you" she answers

"Rowan's right Roadkill, put the Glimmstengel out. No matter what, it's not only about others' believes, but about respect for Arthur as well." The Colonel, relieved that it wasn't one of those churches, put his arm around Rowan, bent close to her ear and whispered:"How are you holding up, love?"

Rowan softly replies her words ghosting between them
"Betwix between love". "My Ladies love shields me"

Kurt pulled Rowan close. He didn't exactly know what to say.
"Come on my lady, let my love shield you as well."
He wasn't sure if it was the right thing; Kurt was an agnostic, so he didn't know much about religions; not being from America made these things only more difficult for him. No matter what, he'd stand with Rowan.
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In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg #234):

The Sheriff reminded anyone who was armed that weapons weren't permitted in Church.

"If you're cool with that, please head on in. If not, you can wait here with me. There's going to be a burial after, too."


OOC: If people insist on remaining armed, then they can stay outside unless they want to argue with the dude wearing powered armour standing outside. Also if nothing else, you have relatively clean clothing from the day before!

In reply to Sheriff Azrael (msg #235):

Even though going unarmed was against pretty much every instinct in the Wasted West, Smoker handed over his Colt Python. Somewhat reluctantly. "Kinda funny being without a gun. Kinda gets to be a part of you."

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #233):

The funeral director she'd met the day before was acting as usher and greeted them at the door.

"Welcome, welcome. I'll seat you down in front if you like.

"The graveside service and burial is after this ceremony.

"If you wish to speak on behalf of your friend, please let Mr. Quinn or myself know."

There were over a hundred people crammed into the church (which, Schaeffer was relieved to note, had crosses aplenty but no Crucifixes). Most were in their Sunday best, others looked like they'd come in from the fields and would return there after. The light was dim, filtered through the old stained-glass windows.

The pastor was a well-preserved black man who could have been anywhere from 40 to 60. He was dressed in a black robe with a white collar and silver trim:



Next to him was Misha, the professor, dressed in a more plain black robe over a suit, white stole adorned with mystical symbols (blue stripes, Star of Davids, olive branches, doves) around his neck along with a black skullcap on his head. The posse was seated in the front row, next to Quinn, the Mayor, also dressed in a suit.

The Pastor spoke out in a majestic voice, leading a prayer for Arthur's soul. He then gave an uplifting sermon about life, death, hope and redemption. Christ and God were mentioned (Arthur was, after all, a Templar and a Christian) but it probably wouldn't seem to be overbearing to any but the most staunch Atheist or non-Christian.


He sermonised for a little while. Hymns were liberally interspersed, led by a boisterous Gospel choir (these were Baptists, after all, with a rich tradition of singing).

"In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, through Christ, our Lord, Amen."
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Quinn, the mayor, was seated in the pew as they were ushered in. He was bundled up in a black duster, and unlike everyone else, he was wearing a wide-brimmed had that covered his red hair and fair skin. Dark glasses hid his eyes. Still, his voice was kindly and full of concern as he shook hands with the Posse, hugged Rowan as they were seated. "Sorry again about your friend. Please, have a seat. Rowan, you can sit beside me."

It some point during the service he leaned over and  asked her, "if you don't mind me saying, you're hiding it well but you seem... uncomfortable. Don't worry, the Lord is just and loving, I'm sure whatever sins Arthur committed are forgiven."

Rowan, Uncomfortable............!, hmm the last church I was in was on the other side of the Old man river, more years ago than I care to think about."
She thinks for a moment
"My journies and experanceies over them have led me away I guess, and certainly to be in the pressance of so many people is veery close to say the least"

"It goes out if they say it goes out, otherwise i suggest you stop putting your ideas onto me" he looks at the two of them and there apparent teaming up. "Perhaps you need a kid to tell what to do instead"

The Colonel grinned, nodded and said:"No, no need for another child kid. It's enough that you're behaving like a teenager. Now, don't be a grumpy boy.
With that, he left Roadkill, lit cigarette and all and entered the church.
He shook hands with Mayor Quinn and took a seat next tor Rowan. He listened to the service and even though he'd never been a religious person and the last time in a church during service had been as a kid, he could understand why people believed. The power of faith had always impressed him.