Deadlands: The Flood

Session recap 2: The diary of Gao Lin
The Posse divided

Diary of Gao Lin, first entry.

This is my first day as a member of the 37th Chamber after I was rescued from the battlefield by Master Wong, and for some reason, he has instructed me to start writing a diary. I don’t relish the idea, but he is my master now so I suppose he knows what he’s doing. Anyway, I’m happy that I’m once again among my own kind, but unfortunately, this won’t last for long, for Reverend Grimme is still at large and we have discovered only two out of the seven Indian glyphs. I have decided to stay here for a week and then leave to look for the rest of the glyphs. But without aid, it will be a near impossible task. For this reason I have decided to seek out my former companions. Unfortunately, the Priest and the Shaman fell in battle and I have no idea of Eagle’s whereabouts so the only one left is Ross. But luckily I have a good idea where to find him. I’m not so sure myself if I should trust him anymore, for he seems to be now working with the enemy of the Chamber. And he will probably be thinking the same about me, after our clash earlier. But he’s seems to be the only one left, so I’ve got no choice.

As I mentioned earlier, I fought against Ross and what seemed to be his new travelling companions. A tall blonde man and an ugly man who reeked of alcohol. They were escorting a boat full of infernal machines that belonged to the Confederate Army. Good thing that our raid was successful and the devices were all destroyed. I was relieved that he was alive and well but disappointed that he was working with the Confederate Army. I know that he is a Texas Ranger but does he not know that by aiding the Army he will doom California and it’s inhabitants? And isn’t he a former slave himself so shouldn’t he know better than to help them? If and when we rid California of Grimme and his cult, it would seem that the CSA is the next one to threaten the Maze and it’s people. And I can’t allow that.

Session recap 1: Battle of four armies and the Maze of fire
Fire will rise


This might be my last report.

As my previous reports have stated, things on west coast have gone towards worst. Warlord Kang has taken over Shan Fan and my suspicions about Reverend Grimme have been proven right. It ain’t no miracle that brings food to his masses, but the enemies of good reverend that are served for dinner. Worse yet, I’ve come to know that Good Reverend can have his heart pierced by bone and yet keep giving his fierce speeches like it was just another Sunday.

But my assignment involving explorer’s society revealed a way to bring Grimme and his cannibal church maybe with Kangs fleet on the same move using ancient power that is bound on glyphs scattered across Maze. Using them will invoke flood that should clean all Maze from this filth… the prize is high, but if nothing is done California will fall, rest of the West following in its wake.

Our search took us to Indian camp close to Shannonsburg. Little talk with their shamans revealed that army from Lost Angels was heading towards their holy grounds, which had one of these glyphs in it. As if this wasn’t bad enough Iron Dragons and our own soldiers were closing in, drawn by enormous amounts of ghost rock inside the very same burial grounds. When our nightrunners came to the burial ground an horrible sight meted us. Automatons of Wasatch Co. marched among the ranks of red cloaks swarming forward. It seems that two most powerful men in California have put their forces together for some reason and it will not end well for the rest of the West.

Our team ended up fighting with Indians to keep everyone else away from burial grounds. Fighting was fierce and by our help, Indians sent red cloaks running like wild rabbits. Unfortunately I lost most of my men to the Colossus, new clockwork death machine from Wasatch Co. As my people and the troops of Indians fell, last of us pressed to the burial grounds. Only two of us survived to cavern.

We did what we came to do. But I couldn’t risk to let Grimme know about the glyphs and about the fact that explorers society is trying to end his kingdom. I couldn’t risk someone else finding the glyph and ruining it all. I couldn’t let all our sacrifices go to waste. I ordered Blake to leave and continue our mission…

and I set the whole cavern on fire.

After the explosion the army of confederation took me as prisoner. I’m sitting in a dark cell waiting interrogation and possible execution for treason. My trusted friend Ray Holland will deliver this message so some greedy soldier can’t go running to Grimme and Hellstromme about all this.

If you want to take away my star, I understand well that you need to bow down to the army, but do not underestimate the threat of Lost Angels and Wasatch Co. If I’m to be executed, send a Ranger to look for Captain Pennington-Smythe and Mr. Dillenger from Explorer’s society. They have the details to continue this battle against Grimme and his allies.

Texas Ranger
Alex Ross

Story so far

Good day to you, my fellow Explorees.

There has been rather unusual happenings here in the Great Maze as of late. First Dr. Darius Hellstromme and his Wasatch Co. steamrolled through the Rockies with some new machinery he had build. Other Rail Barons and other various factions didn’t take to this kindly, which directly resulted to a battle. The Battle of Lost Angels they call it. Not long after that, our shop at the Red Lantern Town of Shan Fan met some vandalism in a form of uncontrolled fire. It soon became obvious the vandals were after the Amulet of Rakashan, which yours truly fought very hard to recover back in the day mind you, and kidnapped Captain Pennington-Smythe in order to get their thieving hands on it.

Fortunately I happened to stumble upon a few mostly-good-natured folk who were willing to help. They saved the good captain, retrieved the Amulet and were introduced to our little club. Sadly, not all of them made it. May his soul rest in peace.

Long story short, this led, eventually, this Posse of brave heroes in the know of a way to take out Reverend Ezekiah Grimme. You read that right. The Reverend Ezekiah Grimme. Considering what kind of an influence he and his merry band of cannibals (according to one Agent named Hellman) are to California, I’m all for it.

The Posse are on a quest to bleed on seven glyphs, which will let them trigger a flood that should cleanse the West of the dirt that is Grimme. Sounds crazy, right? A dead shaman told them this.

At the moment of writing this letter, they have found two of the glyphs. One a mile north of Shan Fan and another on the Isle of Ghost Tears. They are currently with an Indian war party to chase off intruders from their Burial Grounds and to find the third glyph. Captain Pennington-Smythe, our ship captain mr. Isaacs and I are growing restless. Our heroes have been away for two days and the locals are beginning to think the Grounds are lost.

Hoping for the best and fearing for the worst, yours truly,

Rutherford Ellington Dillenger.


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