========================= [i][b]-Burner Pass-[/b][/i] [i]Burner Pass is a sandy canyon, stretching for miles beyond what the eye can see. No water, no shelter, just the heat and the dust-storms that flood the skies. [/i] [i][b]-Kubali Desert- [/b][/i] [i]The expanses of Ardaca, this barren wasteland covers most of the planet itself. It is said that many creatures and monsters roam the lands, just waiting for a meal to come. But there is also said to be a land of great promise in the desert, a water source. [/i] [i][b]-The Grand Oasis-[/b][/i] [i]The main stomping ground of the animals that roam the face of Ardaca, and the numerous poachers that hunt these animals, the Grand Oasis is truly marvelous: A lush jungle-like spot on the desert planets face, all of the fauna and flora resting around a truly large lake. [/i] [i][b]-Firebase Echelon-[/b][/i] [i]Firebase Echelon, the Vanguard's primary FOB. This is where most of them come to relax, plan, or get fixed up if they're injured. The Firebase is equipped with a large, empty room consisting of a table, some chairs, and a kitchen in the corner, with a hall of bedrooms connected to the back of the base, and a small medical bay in the basement, just under the main room. [/i] [i][b]-The Crater-[/b][/i] [i]The Crater atop a mountain, the highest point on all of Ardaca. Sitting at around one hundred and seventy two feet in the air, this was the primary insertion point for any ships that don't want to get any closer to the sandy planet. [/i] [i][b]-Grasslands-[/b][/i] [i]The only other spot on the face of Ardaca with any greenery, the Grasslands is where Firebase Echelon is located, as it surrounds the base. You can find a few creatures roaming here, but not too many of them. [/i]

*cowboy music* *revive*

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[b][i]The Frontier, 2200 hours, The Frontiersman [/i][/b] "Yah!" [b][i]Rings throughout the barren lands of the Frontier, followed by the clopping of a horse. Then, it stops. Nearby a road, a stack of flaming logs creates a smoke trail, blazing off into the nights sky. And The Frontiersman rests, sitting in front of it, cooking what seems to be squirrel meat, his horse Sullivan munching on an apple. [/i][/b] ((Open))

[i]A man walks into Antilles, his Colt at his side. Some people recognize him as Jace, the best shot for an 18 year old. He enters the Saloon and orders a whiskey[/i] ((Open))

[b]Konrad patrols the frontier [/b] "This'll be my haven..." [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

Tap, tap, tap... That sound. The sound of something starting. Was it evil? Was it good? Was it just a sound? Lily had knocked on the barn wall, dogs on the inside of the house nearby going crazy. Horses were frightened by this, and they ran out the door. The owner, came out and yelled, holding his shotgun. He looks at her and aims. She screams. "What the Hell!?" "You scared my horses off!!!" [i]"That wasn't me!"[/i] "Then who was it!?" [b]She points off to her left, leading to a cave.[/b][i]"He went that way."[/i] The man ran off towards the cave, keeping his gun up and ready. [b]Lily began to walk towards the house, planning on looting and and taking everything from this man. She walks in where the door once stood and began collecting. Eventually, she had almost too much food, money and ammunition to carry, so she headed out, leaving the place a mess.[/b] {Open to smokey}

[b][i]Sally's saloon, Antilles. [/i][/b] [b][i]The loud uproar of drinkers stays at a steady volume, everyone speaking to another as they drink their drinks. The small gate like doors of the bar swing open, and a strange figure walks in. As he swiftly moves to the bar, his brown duster flies behind him, his cowboy hat gently resting on his head, engulfing his face in a shadow. The people glance over at him occasionally, before returning to their drinks, and the noise resumes itself. [/i][/b] ((Open, small intro))

[b]Konrad sits in the dark, Logan and Garan sleeping near him[/b] "Well she outta be catching up by about now" [spoiler]open to shadow[/spoiler]

*logan wakes up in a inn in blackvale with a woman beside him and he has a huge ass headache* oh Fock....where am I.....*he gets up and puts back on his clothes and then picks up his black revolver and holsters it and walks out the door and into the street* shit....*he starts walks trying to gather his surroundings*

[b]On a lone road that leads to Antilles[/b] A single stagecoach had stopped right smack in the middle of the road. It had been stopped, and was being robbed. Inside, an important bank owner and his mistress, along with their daughter and son, awaited to see what their fate would be. A figure walked over to the door of the stagecoach. He wore a brown duster, and a short brimmed hat. He wore a bandana up to his nose, so the only thing that could be seen on his face were his blueish-grey eyes. He held a double barrelled shotgun and aimed it at the door, before opening it. The bank owner expected to be shot, but was shocked to see what the figure had said. "Excuse me, it's a mighty fine day today, wouldn't you say? Imma just need you to climb on out of the coach, and hand me any valuable you have. Watch your step, it's a short drop." The family did so, cautiously, with the bank owner going out first, followed by the children and then the mistress. The figure tipped his hat at her. Once they left he coach, he stepped inside and looted anything he could find. In the bank owner's briefcase, sat a lot of money, and so he took that. He stepped outside, and that's when the bank owner got courageous. [i]Who are you? And how dare you steal from me! Do you have any idea who I am?[/i] To which the figure curtly responded. "Well I have a nickname around these here parts. And yes sir I do know who you are, hence why I'm robbing you. I hope you have a pleasant day past this incident, and fair health to you all!" He put the briefcase in a large satchel on his horse, and mounted it. Then he waved to the family, particularly at the children and the mistress, as the bank owner would have none of it. The boy actually waved back, and was met by a scolding from his father. The figure spoke to the bank owner. "Now now, he was only being polite. Now sir, you asked who I was, and I shall answer. Around these here parts, I go by The Gentlemen Outlaw. Mind you I didn't choose the name, but it has a nice ring to it. Also sir, my gun isn't loaded. Have a pleasant day!" With that, he sped off on his horse, leaving the family alone. The children were gossiping about how they had been robbed by a famous outlaw, while the bank owner only grew furious. [i]One day you'll meet your end you son of a bitch![/i] The Gentlemen Outlaw rode into town, with the money hidden, and his bandana pulled down. He was a young man with sharp features. He went over to Sally's saloon and got a drink for himself. "Another day well spent." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Garan stand outside Sally's, a man across from him. Everyone is on the sidelines, Garan's hand hovering over an arrow, the man's over his pistol[/i][/b]

[b]Konrad saddles up his horse Nightshade and prepares to head for the frontier[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i][b]The Long Arm of the Law[/b][/i] [b]Antilles, 10:00PM[/b] [i]The man thundered into town on a black horse with a blonde mane, reminiscent of calvary steeds. His tattered brown duster blows in the wind, his old Confederate saber clattering at his side. His revolver could be seen as well as the bolt-action rifle on his back. A black bandana covered his face, and he wore a hat reminiscent of an Australian bush hat, with alligator teeth in the snakeskin band. Slowing down as entered town, he headed towards the bar, looking for a place to drink, and a place to get some information. Despite his gruff exterior and outlaw looks, he was a bounty hunter for the US Marshals. His horse trotted to the post outside the bar, and he tied it up, heading inside, and looking for a corner booth where he could keep an eye on the door.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Lone Ranger Random Town, Saloon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The swinging doors opened, as the room went silent Men and women alike looked over, studying the new comer, and after a bit, they slowly went back to what they where doing The figure walked over to the bar, medium length, dark cherry red hair was seen under the hat, and the hourglass physique was easily described as female The figure, female, sat down, ordering a glass of whiskey as she slapped some coin in the table Behind her, a couple of people started arguing, escalating quickly into a bar fight The first man threw the second outside, the people inside the bar ignored it, it was common for bar fights to happen...[/b] [spoiler]Open I guess, intro[/spoiler]

[b][i]A man walks into a bar in Antilles, a place called Sally's, and he looks different than everyone else. When most on these parts had a revolver he stuck to his bow, the weapon of his people. He sits down and orders a bottle of rum, jamming his large bone Bowie knife into the table[/i][/b]

I was hoping an rp like this would show up some day