[M][IC]Western Wanderers: Wizards and Death
Rated M for Violence, extreme language, Kris's Character being naked most of the RP, sexual situations, gore and blood stuff, a very grim outlook from V's character.
A town liberated, a talisman lost. Our heroes will never be the same, once drawn together for a grim task now have developed deep romantic feelings. However, Joey the hired gun fought against a Dead Man and now only remains alive due to the magic of the woman named Marigold. It's up to Joanne to save him through the only way: a Necromancer.
The ancient talisman has headed across the wasteland carried by the two warlocks. They only way to cross is by the expensive frontier train....
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A way back there had been a station abandoned, just a wooden building made at the edge of the road. They would never have stopped there before but rest was needed more often now. Inside the station was an old mattress they shared together, they would never have done that a week ago either. Times had changed.
Joe had rested his head on her shoulder as slow tears rolled gently from his eyes. Times were that he felt death on his doorstep and in these moments no longer felt human at all. It was at the edge of his concious always and was overtaking his very being. He was tired.
Once the effect began to ease, Joe rolled away from her. He was too weak, she'd never have hired him like this. Shamefully he lay his head down on the mattress and closed his eyes. Then he slept.
Joe didn't speak for long periods, a few times nearly a day had passed by on the back of their horses. Once he woke, it wasn't any different. Joanne was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly he kissed her cheek apologising. He wanted to open his mouth then, but instead ate some of their remaining supplies. It was mid afternoon before the rode free.
Each step was a vicious sensation to his spine, jolt after jolt – horse step after horse step. Never had he truly recovered from the bullet and blood wound despite the healing spell. Days in the outback had done nothing to ease his body nor mind.
But Joe, despite Joanne's concern, pushed them forward. He'd said, “this is more vital that my health, we can't let others turn out this way,” the day before after he'd slipped down from the horse unexpected. The pains had been too much to continue.
Times used to be that he could ride all day and still have the energy for a wild night long gunfight. Not any more.
Watching horizon's was what he'd been doing for the last few hours, no enemies to the east as far as he could see. No bandits coming from behind or to the other side of him. And nothing near the sun the were riding toward. That was the only thing that calmed him for now, the land was dangerous and he didn't know how they would survive if someone ambushed them out here.
It came. A pillar in the distance. Something real and different, something against the fading sun, something they would be drawn to. Perhaps half an hour away, getting closer and closer. They'd arrive before the night fell completely he thought.
Enlarging as they approached, the pillar became a tower surrounded by a thick stone wall. It was at the centre and shone of white. A moment.... he felt something wash over himself, a probing sense akin to the magic that had entered his body several times before. Then, as if bored it disappeared leaving behind only the feeling of despair.
As they came closer other roofs emerged over the wall and then he heard the noise.
It came and left quickly. The heavy horn blasted by the train. Steam engines power the monstrous thing as it came down the track toward the town. The last frontier before the wasteland they were at. Joe slowed down and motioned Joanne to lead the way through the township, she'd be better at finding them a place to stay.
And getting them a cheaper price.
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