It turns out, some of the “new” guys who had burst in to the train carriage were actually detectives, named Cooper, Erza and Zeke.. All of them from the Pinkerton detective agency. They left pretty quickly, having failed at their task of protecting the courier – the guy with the map we found, just now.
The train robbers came from Utah, it seems. We questioned the surviving bandit, Claire for a while before deciding to hand him in at the Denver station when we arrived.
Jackson took a good look at the map in question and he claims that it’s written in Old Norse, whatever that means. Oh, and that it’s written on human skin. Not sure I really want to know where it came from or why anymore.
I did my best to patch people up after this incident, but I think I need either a little training or a little practice. A qualified Doctor on board managed to patch up the bits I missed. I paid close attention.. hopefully some of it sticks.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a rather well dressed and fancy looking gentleman by the name of Urias Thornden approached us. Dressed in an immaculate white suit and carrying a diamond tipped cane, the white haired older gentlemen twiddled his mustache as he made an offer. Based almost entirely on the way we handled ourselves in the previous firefight. (Which is surprising, as we almost all got shot). He paid us a few hundred dollars up front to go and find his son, Stjon Thornden who has been missing for over a month. The last he had heard, was when Stjon asked for $6,000 a month ago for his latest engineering project. He had hired a private investigator named Ned Grayson, and had also lost contact with him.
We agreed, and shortly thereafter arrived at the Black River Station in Denver. We handed over our prisoner to the local law, and made our way in to town. Just outside the station we met our contact for the map job, Mr Persons. He paid our fee, took the map, and left.
We all went to do our own business here, I believe Jackson went to send a telegram to his family and I hit the streets trying to find out about Stjon but all I could discover was that he flaunted his money somewhat regularly, and recently disappeared. Nothing new here.
Hades, however, had more luck. He gambled his way in to the knowledge that Stjon had been working with Hobarth Ironmongers, over on the East side of town.
Elric had gone to assist the Union Blue railroad company with basic maintenance in the hopes of coming upon some information. It seems he was approached by a strange fellow, offering Elric an invite to some kind of meeting on Friday at the Saddletank Saloon.
We let five days pass, for some of our injuries to recover and to get a feel for the town and the situation. Urias had found us, wanting an update. We didn’t have much to go on, but somehow managed to talk our way in to remaining employed.
We then made our way to the #10 Saloon, on the information we had previously received stating it was where Ned Grayson was last staying. I coaxed the bartender in to parting with Mr Grayson’s belongings, since he hadn’t been seen in so long.
It contained a few items;
- 1/2 a cigar box
- An epitaph camera, with five slates. Three were blank, one contained a bizarre image of what looked to be a symbol of the Denver railroad, and the other an image of a dark railroad track covered in dismembered hands and feet, with rope along the tracks.
- A note book, containing newspaper clippings about ghost steel theft from Hobarth Ironmongers, a matchbook from the Saddletank Saloon, and some clippings about kidnappings in the area.
A few guys at the bar took offence to us being foreign. As is becoming a trend, the entire thing was solved with poker. Then, Elric stunned them with his glove for some reason, and we all left. We made our way to the Saddletank Saloon. We watched the place for an hour. It’s a pretty dirty place, not one I’d choose to spend any time in.
Without having much choice in the matter, we made our way inside. The reception was.. icy cold. We were on the verge of being kicked out when Elric managed to persuade the barkeep with his knowledge of trains, and we were allowed to stay for a drink. We got the impression they were hiding something, and we felt certain that we noticed the floor being hollow.. we’ll have to go back later..
As we made our way back to “the fancy hotel”, we were set about by six armed men, who barred our way. As they went for their pistols, Hades went for his cards. Yes, really. If this book is ever found by Jackson I imagine it will be burnt. He seems to want to keep this magic stuff quiet. Anyway, the cards whipped up another little whirlwind cloud. Honestly, it was annoying. We couldn’t see, they couldn’t see, no one could do much. I made the sound decision to step outside of it, one shared by our enemy. A man came in to view, one shot, I took him out clean. Then another, with another clean shot. The rest of the attackers were taken out within the storm, mostly. Though I think Jackson is another smart thinker like me, having stepped out of another side. We managed to take one of the men hostage. It turns out, they were all hired, on the cheap, by Pierre. This is why I don’t like to leave behind enemies I make. No loose ends, it’s the only way to be safe.
The law, of course, came to investigate us. We told the truth, and were free to go. Well, almost, for reasons I can only attribute to his slightly warped mind, Elric told them some strange and confusing falsities for no real reason. Somehow, we didn’t get arrested.
Myself and Jackson chose to sleep, Hades and Elric went off to do whatever it is they like to do, gambling and science, I suppose.
The next morning, Elric and Hades informed us that they had actually found Stjon on their late night romp at a train event. Why their idiocy keeps paying off is something I will never understand! However, after meeting him, they chose to let him go. Trusting in his word, need I remind you – the word of a man apparently in hiding – that he would come and find us later on.
We probably lost our best lead.
I guess we can only move on.
Is it just me? Am I crazy? They told someone who was clearly trying not to be found, that they had found him, now he will just.. make himself.. un-found? I don’t understand foreigners.
In other business, myself and Jackson had located a lead on Pierre, at the Bella Union, down the street. It didn’t take us long to find him. I was of the mindset along with Elric to have him followed, and dealt with. Hades and Jackson decided to bet on a game of poker, with the loser having to leave town. Not my personal choice.. I mean, why leave something to chance when you have the ability to control the outcome so clearly as with a rifle? Hades won, I mean, he never loses. I’m certain his magic allows him to cheat. I personally followed Pierre until he boarded a train to leave town.
We made our way to Hobarth Ironmongers next, choosing to investigate the theft of the ghost steel railings. We spoke to Ma Hobarth, and it seems the original orders for the steel were placed by none other than Stjon himself, almost all having been paid for bar the most recent, and largest, shipment. This was the shipment being stolen, piece by piece. Ma asked us to find Stjon and collect the payment owed. Jackson investigated the warehouse and found a hole in the wall you’d have to have been blind to miss, really. Dusty footprints covered the area, this was clearly how they were stealing the railings.
Elric patched the hole up in no time, as insane as I sometimes fear he is, he certainly does have his skill set. I didn’t see myself doing this when I was forced to leave Annapolis. We make a good pair. Somehow.
I know, right?