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  1. As Nathan waited to see the colonel, he looked out a window at the fort...it was run down...no real defenses. There were soldiers standing guard near the stockade. He wondered who was in there. The lieutenant returned from the colonels office. "Major, if you'll follow me, the colonel is ready for you." Brittles nodded and followed the man into the office. Behind the desk, sat the colonel. Grey haired, overweight, and he appeared well past retirement age. "Major Nathan Brittles, reporting in, sir!" Nathan saluted. Colonel Wellington MacKenzie looked up at the newcomer. His eyes narrowed as he looked the man up and down. He then nodded at his aide. "That will be all, Thomas..." Lieutenant Thomas braced a moment to attention then turned and strode out of the office, pulling the door closed behind him. MacKenzie gestured to one of the wooden chairs before his desk. "Have a seat, Major." The colonel leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desktop, linking his fingers in front of his chin as Brittles sat down. "So...you're the golden boy the War Department chose to build the new fort...how much have you been told about this area, Major?" Brittles sat. "That the area needs a new fort, and they tasked me with building it, and commanding the fort when we're done. I was also told that the local Indians need to be dealt with, and that I have the authority to handle the matter as I see fit, sir." Brittles looked at the man. "Colonel, may I inquire as to who is being held in the stockade?" MacKenzie nodded. "So your command does not exist yet...and unless the War Department has changed the chain of command in the last few days, I am the ranking officer in this area, and I am currently in the process of dealing with the Indians in this area..." Mackenzie stood and paced behind his desk for one turn before stopping to look out the window in the direction of the stockade. "The prisoner is none other than the son of Proud Elk, the local big chief in these parts. The other smaller tribes seem to be listening to his suggestions. He seems to be the closest thing to a general these people have around here..." Mackenzie resumed pacing, moving over to a side table near his desk. "...drink, Major? I may not be as well stocked as the offices back East, but a Colonel's pay does help with the quality of liquor from the Sutler's Store." Brittles shook his head. "No thank you, sir." Nathan paused. "Sir. My orders are to proceed to the location of the new fort and begin construction as soon as possible. It was my understanding that were to be recalled to Washington, sir." Then he turned the conversation to the son of the local chief. "May I ask what you plan on doing to the prisoner, sir?" @Glenn@Flip
  2. As Nathan waited to see the colonel, he looked out a window at the fort...it was run down...no real defenses. There were soldiers standing guard near the stockade. He wondered who was in there. @Wayfarer@Flip@Bongo
  3. Major Brittles led his command into Fort Poison. He saw that the wagons driven by his soldiers, were all accounted for, then the horses were unhitched and cared for. Any wagons driven by civilians were stationed near the other wagons, and their horses were taken care of by the soldiers. After seeing that all his people were taken care of, he approached the fort's commanding officer's quarters. Once inside, he saw a Lieutenant at a desk and when the Lieutenant saw him, he came to attention. "Can I help you, major?" "Major Nathan Brittles. I'm here to report in and pay my respects to the commanding officer." The lieutenant nodded, then knocked on the CO's officer, then entered. @Bongo@Stormwolfe@Longshot@Wayfarer
  4. Brittles looked at Addy. "We'll be heading out to Fort Kilpatrick tonight." Brittles turned to his aide. "Lieutenant, have the men prepare to mount, we're moving out." With that Farley rode off. Brittles looked at Harriett. "Once we reach Fort Kilpatrick, I'll report to the colonel, and if he gives his permission, we'll start trying to track your cattle. I hope that meets with your approval, Miss Mercer." Brittles mounted his horse. "I hope, while we're at Kilpatrick, you ladies will do me the pleasure of dining with me." With that, he rode off. @Stormwolfe@Bongo@Longshot@Wayfarer
  5. "Should I get my team hitched again?" Brittles looked at Addy. "We'll be heading out to Fort Kilpatrick tonight." Brittles turned to his aide. "Lieutenant, have the men prepare to mount, we're moving out." With that Farley rode off. Brittles looked at Harriett. "Once we reach Fort Kilpatrick, I'll report to the colonel, and if he gives his permission, we'll start trying to track your cattle. I hope that meets with your approval, Miss Mercer." Brittles mounted his horse. "I hope, while we're at Kilpatrick, you ladies will do me the pleasure of dining with me." With that, he rode off. @Bongo@Stormwolfe@Longshot
  6. "Miss Mercer. As soon as we reach Kalispell see if they can track down your missing cattle. Your people, of course, are welcome to come along. How many cattle did the Indians take?" @Longshot@Bongo
  7. "Miz Harriet, this is Major Brittles, US Cavalry, but ya probably figgered that out!" Nathan touched the brim of his hat. "A pleasure, Miss Harriet. Glad we could be of service." He gave the pretty lady a smile. "Is anyone in your party hurt?" Tag @Stormwolfe@Bongo
  8. Brittles and his men returned to Brittles dismounted and one of the troopers came over and took his horse to be fed and watered. The major took the time to walk around the camp, making sure everyone, including the newcomers, were okay. He walked towards where Addy's wagon was. He walked up to see Addy talking to another woman and a man....probably the ones that were ahead of the hostiles. @Stormwolfe@Bongo@Longshot@Wayfarer
  9. Both turned their mounts and started back to the command, clearing the treeline in time to see Brittles and what appeared to be a squad, starting off in he direction the attack had come from. They looked to one another. "Maybe ambush is is there!" Ke-Ni-Tay said. Brittles led his men at a fast pace, hoping to catch up with any Indians. He noticed that his bugler was struggling with his mount....he decided when they had a chance, he would give him some lessons in riding. They rode for about half a mile...with no sign of the hostiles....so Brittles had the men turn around and head back towards the camp. @Wayfarer@Bongo@Flip@Stormwolfe
  10. Brittles looked at the man. "What is it you want?" Quentin looked out before them before looking back to the officer. "Quentin Cantrell, sir...I and my party were bringing a small herd of cattle to the fort when we ran afoul of the indians. I would consider it a personal favor if you could assign a few men to help I and my group gather our scattered herd." @Glenn@Stormwolfe@Wayfarer
  11. Brittles had his horse brought over to him, then he ordered one of the lieutenants take a squad of men to check if the Indians were actually dead. He also ordered the lieutenant to recover and rifles the Indians had, and to round up any of the Indian ponies that survived. Brittles ordered his men to mount, and when they did, they started heading the way the hostiles came from. @Bongo@Stormwolfe@Flip@Longshot
  12. Brittles waited until he was sure that any friendlies had gone past their location. "MacIntosh! Have your people stay within the tree line!" he called out. He watched and waited until the hostiles came around the bend. "First line.....fire!" The five rifles rang out almost as one. 4 hostiles fell, either by being shot or having their horses go out from under them. "Second line.....fire!" 4 more hostiles, either on horse back or on foot, started running away. Brittles waited...the Indians may attempt to regroup and attack again. @Bongo@Stormwolfe@Longshot@Flip
  13. Brittles, still on his horse, called out. "I want 15 troopers here....rifles ready!" The 15 men arrived. "First 5, line up. Next 5, behind the first line and the others, line up behind the second line." He watched as the men followed his orders. "First line will be kneeling, second line, standing behind them, and third line behind them. When I give the order, the first line will fire then reload. While they are reloading, second line will stand and await my order to fire, then they will kneel down to reload. Third line will fire on my order, then reload. Everyone understand?" The men nodded. "Make ready, men." Meanwhile, Lieutenant Farley was having the wagons move off, then form a circle. The horses were unhitched and moved to the center of the circle. The troopers took positions in amongst the wagons. @Bongo@Stormwolfe@Flip@Bongo
  14. "Let's send a scouting party out to trail them. Mister MacIntosh, you and your friend will lead...." Suddenly, they could hear horses approaching......and gunfire.....and war cries of Indians. Brittle's looked around. He turned to his aide. "Get the wagons moving...take 3 squads to guard the wagons." He turned to Private Lavalliere. "Sound assembly." Tag @Wayfarer@Stormwolfe@Bongo@Flip

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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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