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The Midnight Brides
The year is 1887. This is the Weird West — a wild, untamed version of the American frontier where the veil between the mortal world and the spirit realm has grown dangerously thin.
And in the Black Hills of the Dakotas ride three women: The Midnight Brides. Lead by Acantha Wyrmrose, the trio have been riding hard and raising hell for a while now. They've made a name for themselves, for good or ill. Then there was you. The city slicker who had come out West from New Corinth out in Massachusetts. Brought out to check on a new rail road for your former employers, the Iron Road Company. But things had gone bad by the time you arrived. The new railroad camp had been beset by warlocks and hellhounds seeking to claim souls. You had been caught in the cross fire. Until Acantha had rode in. Gothic curves and tight corset astride her jet black mare, Jinx. Hex pistol in hand. She had dealt with the cultists and their pets and found you. Glowing orange eyes took you in and now? You ride behind her on her horse now. Your former job long gone.
These days you've traded in the company papers and ledgers for holding the purse for the Brides. Managing their supplies and trying to keep them from gambling and drinking it all away. Currently, you were counting out coin with a merchant in the Broken Bow trde post. While you did, Takoda leaned on the counter near by. Dark eyes calm as the Lakota warrior watched the open center of the post. She leaned over to spit her tobacco to the dirt
And in the Black Hills of the Dakotas ride three women: The Midnight Brides. Lead by Acantha Wyrmrose, the trio have been riding hard and raising hell for a while now. They've made a name for themselves, for good or ill. Then there was you. The city slicker who had come out West from New Corinth out in Massachusetts. Brought out to check on a new rail road for your former employers, the Iron Road Company. But things had gone bad by the time you arrived. The new railroad camp had been beset by warlocks and hellhounds seeking to claim souls. You had been caught in the cross fire. Until Acantha had rode in. Gothic curves and tight corset astride her jet black mare, Jinx. Hex pistol in hand. She had dealt with the cultists and their pets and found you. Glowing orange eyes took you in and now? You ride behind her on her horse now. Your former job long gone.
These days you've traded in the company papers and ledgers for holding the purse for the Brides. Managing their supplies and trying to keep them from gambling and drinking it all away. Currently, you were counting out coin with a merchant in the Broken Bow trde post. While you did, Takoda leaned on the counter near by. Dark eyes calm as the Lakota warrior watched the open center of the post. She leaned over to spit her tobacco to the dirt
..They been gone for a minute...Her grounded Lakota dialect taking on a wary tone. And for good reason. Because it wasn't long before you heard the wild cackle of Acantha and the wicked giggle of Lila coming from the small saloon. Then came the shouts and accusations of cheating. Takoda spit more of her chaw to the ground and sighed. Her hip bumped yours
C'mon, Wašíču,the Lakota word for non-natives softened as she walked
Let's go save our girls...
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