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  1. The chaos around him was maddening. The screaming horses and gunshots made the bear angrier. He had long since forgotten any fear that he may have once had of humans. The bear's fevered brain was driving him into a frenzy. It also affected his judgment and balance. Most of his attempted strikes went awry. In a fury, the massive grizzly charged at another of the terrified horses only to pull up short as the animals scattered. The sound of the human's weapons was even more deafening than the noise from the horses. Most of the shots went wild, but some hit their mark without doing significant damage. Still, the pain was driving the bear away from reason, such as it was in any animal. In the past, it would have only taken the sound of one shot to send him running. Now, he just wanted to get close enough to rip one of his tormenters to shreds. The great Kodiak bear shuddered as another round hit him, tearing through tender flesh and vital organs. He was dying but that had not registered in his fevered brain. As pain ripped through his powerful body, he roared and rose up on his hind legs in an attempt to make himself look more frightening. Another shot rang out as the grizzly dropped back to all four feet. Roaring again, the bear charged at the human that had fired his weapon last. It did not matter that that was not the one that was killing him. All that mattered was the sweet taste of human blood. Amazingly, he picked up speed... Then his great old heart exploded. The bullet that had torn through his organs had lodged in his heart. The next rush of adrenaline and his attempt to charge, to run, finally took its toll. He fell to the ground almost at the man's feet. The bear gave a shuddering sigh and died. At long last, Old Satan, the terror of Montana's northwest territory, was dead.
  2. The bear was angry, and pain made him less fearful of humans, his one true nemesis. He had been injured after attacking the man a few days ago. The bullet that grazed his skull near the missing eye was not large enough to do serious damage. However, the bear was old, and the wound had festered. The pain was driving him insane and made him throw caution to the wind. The humans could not know that this was an alien world to him. He had adapted, mainly living high in the mountains. Age had driven him to the lowlands to hunt for easier prey. Although humans were not on his usual menu, he no longer had any qualms about making a meal of them. The bear had been born far away on an island. Mostly, humans hunted the massive island bears for their fur, meat, and grease. In his case though, a burly Russian had found him next to his mother's stripped carcass. He had taken the cub back to the settlement and tamed him. The cub had been nearly two years old when the man was offered a large amount of money for him by the owner of a traveling Russian circus. For several years, life had not been too horrible. He performed tricks and danced for crowds of people. Then, his handler had been killed in a shooting over a woman. The man that took over was cruel. Instead of continuing to work with the bear, he had sought to dominate the animal through fear and pain. This was how he had lost his eye, and his face had been horribly disfigured when his trainer had waved a torch too close. His eye and face had been burned. In the aftermath, he had become virtually unmanageable. They had put him in a cage too small for his bulk, rarely fed him and he was virtually forgotten. The bear's captivity had come to an abrupt end when a fire ravaged the traveling circus. The few remaining animals had been set free or had escaped. Instinct had driven the bear toward the higher ground of the Chogun Mountain range. Periodically, over the years, he had returned to the lowlands to raid for livestock and terrorize the humans that he hated with a passion. In fact, his hatred often overcame his fear. These forays had earned him the name of Ole Satan. The massive bear was now in the middle of the humans and horses. He roared his rage, his fevered mind driving him beyond fear. He rose up on his hind legs. Standing over nine feet tall, he was a magnificent and terrifying sight. Roaring again, the bear dropped to all fours and turned back toward the human that was laying up against a rockfall of large boulders... Tags @Players
  3. Shade allowed Lakota a good long drink before vaulting lightly back into the saddle. "Let's go, fella," he said to the horse as he patted the animal's neck and turned him back onto the faint trail. Over the next two hours, Shade alternated riding and walking the trail to make sure he did not lose sight of the bear's tracks. He was also stopping frequently to compare the track to the other animals' signs in the area and debris so he could estimate their age. It was not an exact science, and the best anyone could do was make an educated guess. Fortunately, Shade had been taught by one of the best. The relationship was convoluted, but John Warbow was connected through his paternal grandmother's side of the family. Those thoughts led Shade to think about how things stood with Montana's Indians. Incidents had been on the rise in the territory and all over the west. Good men and bad men on both sides were adding to the unrest. Right now, the Nez Perce were not caught up in the incidents. Shade hoped it remained that way. He did not want to be put in the position of taking up arms against his grandmother's people. A rabbit shooting across the trail almost under Lakota's front hooves brought Shade's attention squarely back to the job at hand. The big horse snorted with annoyance but did not shy or try to bolt. Taking that as a sign that he should dismount again, Shade swung his leg over the saddle and dropped easily to the ground. Despite the hours in the saddle, he wasn't stiffening up. Riding came as easily as breathing to him. Tense, because he wondered what had spooked the rabbit out of the brush, Shade made sure his rifle was ready. The rabbit was long gone, but still, he felt uneasy. Leaving Lakota ground-tied, Shade walked slowly forward. Out of habit, he stepped carefully, making as little sound as possible. The warning signs were subtle. There was a sudden silence in the forest around them just as the breeze brought with it a strong, musky scent. Shade whirled, bringing up his rifle. He managed to get a shot off, but it did not slow the animal down. Before he could fire again, agony flared in his leg as the massive bear's claws raked down his right thigh. Shade's leg did not quite buckle, and he pulled the pistol from his belt and fired. The shot went wide as a massive paw hit him again, sending him off his feet. Shade slammed down hard on a clump of small boulders next to the trail and lost consciousness as his head impacted one of the rocks.... @Players
  4. OK, @Bongo Addy won the dice roll. She gets the final kill-shot. That means she'll need to have one of the heavier rifles that has been brought along or one of the pistols converted to shoot a 45-70 round (and be really close to the bear). If Bongo decides to defer Addy getting the shot, then it will go to the next in line and so on (see the weighted list and go alphabetically). The signal for starting the action will be when the bear attacks and Shade is injured. We don't have to write out the entire camp, trip back, etc. unless you all want to. Let me know and we'll get started winding this plot up! @Players
  5. Shade surreptitiously watched the two women leave the store. He could not help but feel that something momentous had happened although he had no idea what it was. He shook the feeling off and handed his order over to Mr. Wilson. After being assured it would be ready when he returned, Shade went looking for someone to help him and Quentin kill a bear.
  6. Shade smiled, "I will send word in once it's safe, Miss Bowen. It's a really long trip out to the main house so you will likely want to plan on an overnight trip. Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Hale will be there in case I'm on the range." He really wanted to keep her talking. However, he could not think of anything else to say. Besides, he really needed to get his order placed and head out to see if anyone else was interested in joining the ranch's hunting party. Tipping his hat, he gave a small nod of respect and stepped aside, leaving Miss Bowen room to pass him and get on with her business. @JulieS Final tags... or if you feel this is good, I'll move Shade on. Just let me know.
  7. Shade gathered up Lakota's reins and led the big smoky dun gelding to the stream so he could drink. He glanced back at Aurelian and smiled, "Not all predators will do it. Mostly, it's older animals that have experience at hunting and being hunted. Like humans learn to circle around to see who or what might be trackin' them, animals can figure it out too. I only know about this bear because we experienced it when he came after me, Clara, and the kids." He ran a hand down Lakota's shoulder and legs, feeling for heat. The horse was still in good shape, not even breathing hard. Shade elected to keep riding him. If the bear did come after the hunting party, he'd rather be astride a mount that he knew well. "I think another two or three hours and if the sign doesn't get fresher, we should make camp. Don't want to be caught on the trail after dark if the creature attacks." Tags @Players (anyone can move us on again too)
  8. Shade grinned as he thought about the young lady that he referred to as the children's nanny. Honestly, he had no idea how to designate Clara's job. She fit in so well at the ranch, even with only being there two or three days a week. Also, Cody and Nettie adored her. She was young enough to keep up with them and old enough to discipline them when needed which was rare. The twins were rambunctious but well-behaved. "The young lady that takes care of them two or three days a week is Clara Redmond. She's fifteen. The rest of the time the wife of our ranch's business manager is their care giver. Laura Hale has been teaching the kids on the ranch for as long as I can remember. Clara's new at the teaching although I'm sure she supervises her little brother's studies." @JulieS
  9. Shade unhooked his canteen from the saddle and took a long drink before answering Quentin. At least there would be plenty of fresh water sources for refilling their canteens. The Chogun Mountains were riddled with creeks and streams. After hanging the canteen back on his saddle, Shade stepped slightly away from Quentin and kneeled beside the track. His sharp blue eyes took in the details of the sign left by the bear. Even had he not seen the animal when it had pursued him, Clara, and the twins, it was easy to tell the size of it. The depth of the track indicated its massive weight. He studied the decay of the track wall and the debris in the track itself. Finally, he leaned forward, spread his hand flat next to the track and pressed it into the earth. Standing up, he compared the two. 'We're maybe four to six hours behind him. I know from experience that he will double back on his own track, so we need to be doubly cautious here on out, folks." @Players
  10. ...later in the day The main ranch and breakfast was long behind the team that had gathered for the hunt. As was normal for August, the day was already getting hot. Shade had long since shed his coat although he still wore his black leather gloves. The track had been steady which had kept them pushing forward. However, it was all uphill...literally. Lost Lake Ranch spanned a huge area, but most people forgot that the majority of it was mountainous as it encompassed most of the Choguns. Shade looked around, admiring the rugged beauty of the land while he let his big grullo gelding rest. He had been riding ahead, following the track but now it was time to let everyone catch up, maybe break to stretch their legs and get a bite to eat. While waiting for the rest of the group to catch up, Shade walked the area to make sure that he had the direction of the bear's tracks set in his mind. He couldn't help but wish they had the help of one of his grandmother's younger Nez Perce nephews, John Warbow. The man could track over solid rock. He had taught Shade much of what he knew about hunting and tracking. Unfortunately, there had been no time to send word to him. Those thoughts cleared from his mind as the sound of the other horses caught his attention. Shade rose to his feet and rested his rifle in the crook of his arm, carefully pointing it down and away from unintended targets. As the first horse came into view, Shade called out, "Bear's still on this trail...such as it is. We should give the horses a few moments to rest." @Players
  11. The fact that the young woman seemed a bit nervous had not escaped Shade's attention. For all his unassuming ways, he was very sharp when it came to people's reactions. That extra sense regarding people had helped keep him alive for the last thirteen years. Still, he was not sure why Miss Bowen was unsettled. Shade never considered that it might be him that was the cause of her skittishness. She was definitely intriguing. "That's why I'm in town, ma'am. Getting supplies for the hunt in case it takes us more than one day to find the animal and dispatch it," Shade told her. "The children the pastor mentioned are my niece and nephew, Nettie and Cody. Once it's safe, it would be great to have you meet them and their nanny...maybe advise her on a lesson plan for them? They are only five so just getting some pre-school learning right now." @JulieS
  12. Shade nodded and greeted everyone as they arrived. He picked up on Speed's question, "Yeah. We've lost several cows and nearly lost our ranch's business manager. He was mauled pretty bad." Shade's voice held a note of steel in it as he mentioned Ezra. The man would live, but it had been a close call. There was still doubt that he would be able to return to work. Nodding to the meal that Mary had laid out, Shade grinned, "Tuck in. Best to start out with full bellies. If we get a good track we won't stop for a midday meal."
  13. For a moment, Shade felt like an idiot for having fallen back on his Catholic school education. School teacher! Just his luck that when he tried to appear educated and gentlemanly, the woman was seriously educated and intelligent. Still, he smiled, nodded at her introduction and added a bit more information about himself, "Welcome to Kalispell. I expect you'll have our ranch hands' children in your school...at least most of 'em. I'm part-owner of Lost Lake Ranch." @JulieS
  14. Character Is: Villain and nemesis for Harriet Mercer Is the character in play as an NPC? Only mentioned occasionally. Anything Else? Tyndall is the epitome of sneaky, low-life lawyer that is thought well of in the community.
  15. As the woman turned to face him, Shade felt a little jolt in his chest. She was indeed lovely. He immediately felt as if he could stare into her deep brown eyes forever. He gave himself a mental shake. Shade gave a nod of his head and took his hat off, "I'd be happy to extricate that recalcitrant bolt of cloth for you, ma'am." He offered a smile also. "I'm Shade Thornton." He probably should have introduced himself right off. Too many years on the range. It was sometimes hard to remember what social etiquette required these days. @JulieS

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Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

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