Deadlands - The Game

The Reverend also sits down, grinning at the Ranger.
"And the Lord summoned His disciples to sit at His table... you've got big shoes to fit, Larson. Hehehe"

"You didn't call twelve of us, but... close enough," he adds, eyeing the others.

"... where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.", Calhoun says nodding at the Reverend as he too pulls up a chair and joins the others at the table.

"Jesus, you two are the double act ain’t ya" Jed sneers at the pastor and Seth, and shakes his head in disbelief.

Nestor makes a quick stop at the bar to order a drink and then heads over to the secluded table to join Larson and the others.

Gentlemen, welcome to Grassy Knoll. Thank you for coming. Grassy Knoll is one of the many shithole of the Territories... I brought you all here cause I need your help. You all have some particular sets of talents that could help me solve that case. But beware, its kinda weird! Weirder that we ever faced before. I must know if youre up for the task or not. If you stay, the local religious community is willing to pay us. If not its ok, Ill pay the train ticket back to anywhere you want.

At the mention, Eze's ears prick up.
"Religious community, huh? What denomination are we talking here, Larson? We come in plenty dif'rent flavors... and some are better 'n others... "

He winks at Nestor. "...Just like with booze."

As the Texas Ranger mentions the mission's benefactor, Calhoun's face breaks into an ironic grin and he stabs a gaze at Jed, raising his eyebrows as they make eye contact.

Nestor raises his glass to El Padre and takes a sip from his whiskey. "As long as they have the dinero once the job is hecho," he says with a grin and then looks at Larson. "How weird are we talking, jefe?"

We are talking about really weird... in the old countries they call that a "serial killer" I think... 15 unexplained and violent death... is that weird enough Nestor ?

Jed rolls his eyes at Calhoun, before turning his attention back to Larson.

"Cereal killer? Like, kills for barley or somesuch? No idea why that might be, unless it be a land grab thing. Why don't you lay out the tale before us Larson, so we know what we're dealing with?"

Not like "cereal"... like someone who kills in series... like a lot of killing !

"Any particular crop of person our killer specialises in?", Calhoun asks glancing at Jed with a wry smile

Nestor stares down at his whiskey. "I've seen posses of banditos storm through a hacienda leaving nothing but corpses and flaming ruins behind. So men killing men is about as normal as it gets." He takes a long drink and finishes his whiskey and thumps the glass down on the table.

"The Hombre is not wrong..." he comments Nestor's observation. "So, what's making this killer so special, Larson?"

Because I was asked to investigate. You doesn't think that even with all of whats happening lately in the country 15 deaths is a lot for a small town of about 200 people... ? Yes ? No ? Ive got a strange feeling since I arrived here yesterday...

"15 deaths? I thought the War was bloody, but you got yerself an armageddon, Ranger"

Btw, just before I forgot it, our benefactors are from the First Christian Church of Grassy Knoll and they are willing to pay each of you 50$ if we find the true perpetrator.

"Happy to take the money from these bible thumping folk," Jed nods his head at the amount, looking around at the others to see if anyone plans to back out.

"We’re all no strangers to death, and it’s many awful forms. So describe to us how these 15 are anymore different?"