“Classic piece of Auger work, that one; built out of some old steam train and a paradise of scrap metal. You’ll hear the rumblings long ‘fore it gets close… but gods help you if it does. It’ll chew ya up[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Goin’ to Dryrock House? Best you don’t stay long — you won’t catch a lick o’ sleep with the Burning Man haunting that place. Only started showin’ up a couple days back, and then again the day after, but y’know[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“…and that cowboy wrestled and grappled with the Serpent of Saint’s Gorge, holdin’ on for dear life to that magick knife stuck in the beast’s hide — if he lost that, his only chance of killin’ the thing would be[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Let that be a lesson to any poor cowpoke who goes proddin’ around where they shouldn’t be. Y’see, them Practitioners have all sorts of weird experiments goin’ on, and they aren’t too given to using fossil fuels to power ’em…[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“That gun has survived in my family for at least three whole generations. Got some magick power after that whole business with the flooding, and it’s only been fired once: to kill a Revenant. There ain’t nothin’ you or any[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Have I seen the Giant? Are you yankin’ my chain? It’s kinda damn hard not to see the god-damn Giant of Deadman’s Mass! It’s always on the horizon, loomin’ over something or other, always wandering… like it’s searchin’ for something.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The Vivisectionists are a bunch of creepy bastards… But, if it was a choice between being limbless coyote bait out in the desert, or having some questionably sane surgeon stitch monster bits onto me? I guess the doctors ain’t so[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“We heard the tales of Excalibur, King Arthur, and his knights o’ the round table. Those were old legends, even before I entered this world. But knowin’ that somewhere, there was the key to eternal youth lyin’ in some pond?[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The Great Dragon of the West. I hear some band of fools out there worship the damned thing. Only two people ever saw it. Problem is, last I heard, those folks are now dead as a ghoul’s bones. One thing’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“You hear the one about the Practitioners? Got little servants — made of bandages, walkin’ about by their lonesome. Harmless. Try and catch one, though, and their masters’ will get your guts for garters faster than you can say “Draw”…”