The West is a dangerous place. Highwaymen, Natives... Undead. Sometimes people survive on faith alone, other times they survive with a silver bullet and a wooden stake. Normally the troubles stay confined to the South near towns like Drysprings or the sin city itself Lyre Falls, but recently a clan of werewolves was discovered near Pinevale. They were clearly looking for something, or someone...

On top of the vampires, werewolves, and gunslingers, more and more have began practicing magic without the blessing of the church. While this isn't illegal most places, the over use of magic can corrupt the body and mind, and can transform the user into a hideous Daemon...

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As the small congragation, made even smaller by recent events, gathered in the Pinevale chruch, the faces of strangers also began to appear. They came from all walks of life, from clergy to bounty hunters. Some were there upon a personal request from Father Domiscas, others were there to collect the substantal reward offered by the preist.

A few more minutes, Domiscas thought. A few more minutes and I to can confess my sins.

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((So y'know, fantasy western RP and all that.))