[Other] Deadlands Crater Lake Chronicles

[Zangul]

Game Name Deadlands Crater Lake Chronicles

Game System Other Roleplaying Games

Theme old west post civil war survival, mystery

Flavour dead lands weird west (savage worlds adventure edition)

Plot Summary WELCOME TO THE WEIRD, WILD WEST! You’re about to take on the Weird West in the most terrifying way possible…alone! After getting lost in a blizzard you’ve come upon a logging camp on the shores of Crater Lake. Your ticket home is hidden inside an island lair across the deepest waters in the west. Crossing Crater Lake won’t be easy. The volcano sleeps, but the hungry leviathan beneath does not. Crater Lake Chronicles is a three-part adventure pitting your Novice hero against the most savage foes Deadlands: The Weird West has to offer in a Fast! Furious! Fun! adventure. this is my introduction to Savage worlds. deadlands is the setting. its humans only. based on how this module goes will help me decide on expanding beyond this module. 4 players is what im looking for.

[delpinator]

This definitely looks interesting. I'm new so I would need to learn the rules. Do you want our characters built here or just looking for interest.

[Zangul]

just concepts for now, for interest when I select the four players we can go over rules and character building as to i am new to this system.

[Red Leper]

Interested.

Question:
Do I need the original core rulebook to play? I found Deadlands weird west. Is the main rulebook called deadlands too?

[Zangul]

All that's needed is the savage world rule book and deadlands rule book. the edition is adventure edition. I'm not sure if there is a PDF for them. but I am working on typing it in google sheets and post here. that's the reason for no start date yet. I do not have savage worlds core. I do have deadlands core.

[Red Leper]

 

Strange Land: Name: Carson Riggs Concept: Drifter Hinderances: Code of Honor (Major), Loyal (Minor), Wanted (Minor) Edges: Don't get 'em Riled, Guts, Grit Personality: Carson's out shell is tough, thick and covered in emotional spines, like a porcupine. He'll drink himself till he can't stand and enjoys a good cigar from time to time. What's hiding underneath is something a little more raw, he's a family man. He doesn't let many see that side of him but he is loyal to those few, he's got more guts than most and won't let injury, fear or hardship stop him when his friends are in danger. He cares deeply in his own way, ready to kill or die for the ones he counts among his inner circle. Appearance: From his hat down to his dusty boots, Carson looks like a hard man but that's just his outward appearance. He stands around six foot tall and weighing around two hundred pounds, making him less than a real big man but it makes him big enough. He has dark hair, cut short on his head, a pair of mutton chops that trim his jawline with a mustache that connects his chops. His skin is ruddy from many days spent outside. He has green eyes and thick bushy brows. His hands are scarred and calloused from rope, rein, fistfights and revolvers. He wears a cowboy hat that seen many a day and rough wear. He like a blue button down shirt with his handkerchief wrapped around his neck. Denim work pants covered with leather chaps and well worn ****-kicker cowboy boots. A gunbelt with a well-used revolver hang on his right hip and a knife hangs just behind it. When it's cold, he wears a fur lined duster that reaches his mid-calf with big brown buttons on it. Backstory: Carson grew up around horses and cattle. It wasn't any surprise that when he grew up and got married that he would have his own farm with cattle and horses. But, it wasn't meant to last. A big time cattle baron, Roycephus Whittaker saw to it that instead of treating with Carson like a human being, he slaughtered his family, his wife, two daughters and three sons and even tried to kill him. If the dynamite that he had purchased for dealing with the cattle baron hadn't ignited, he might have died and the cattle baron might have got away scot-free. If it wasn't for some no-nothing cowboy, that cattle baron might have owned every acre in the surrounding area, if not for some no-nothing cowboy, that cattle baron might have made quite a killing at the auctions. Carson put enough lead in the Roycephus that the former man could have made a fortune on fishing sinkers instead of cattle. He ain't a good man now, wanted for the murder of a cattle baron and being a gun for hire. He's just a man that does bad things to worse people. A drifter on the wind.

[Cygnia]

Where is this taking place, state/territory-wise?

[Nyx89]

Ok, this sounds super interesting. I will work on a character concept.

[Phasmus]

I'm not familiar with the system, but I love the real Crater Lake and I like the idea of creepy old west stories. Here's a pitch.

Zeke Name: Ezekiel "Zeke" Starr Concept: Eccentric Naturalist Personality: Zeke is friendly, maybe to a fault, and will enthusiastically talk about his latest field observations and show off his illustrations to anyone he can get to listen. His obsession with his semi-academic pursuits colors most of his social interactions. If he isn't talking about the local plants and critters he is probably either bored or doodling illustrations in his notebook. His usual air of distraction combined with his backwoods accent gives many the impression that he is simple minded. In fact he has a mind like a steel trap. He just doesn't generally apply it outside his areas of interest. Though not especially concerned with people-business he doesn't like to see folks unhappy and will generally at least offer a block of his special home-made pemmican to someone in need, along with an exhaustive explanation of all the plants and critters that went into it. Appearance: Zeke is a hulking, disheveled, pale-skinned, tuber of a man, surprisingly rotund for someone who gets most of his food through foraging, fishing and trapping. His age could be anywhere from mid 20s to early 30s. His size might be intimidating if not for his affable demeanor and baby-faced awkwardness. He keeps himself poorly shaven and his mop of dirty-blond hair is raggedly cut just short enough to keep it out of his face. He wears an eclectic mix of tanned hides and whatever civilized duds he thinks to trade for on his occasional visits to a settlement. He wears a wide brimmed hat and gloves even on warm days since, despite spending most of his time outdoors, he remains quite prone to sunburn. Plus he is rather self conscious about the frostbite scars on his fingers. Backstory: Zeke was the 3rd son in a large family of hardscrabble settlers, early to their corner of the Oregon territory. There wasn't much available to them by way of education but Zeke managed to teach himself to read from the family bible and over the years managed to scrounge up a little library in the corner of the family cabin. His parents had little patience for their son's interest in book learning, but he was big enough to do more than his share of work so they didn't generally complain. When he was old enough to set out on his own he headed directly for the nearest poor excuse for a 'big city' where he discovered two disappointing things. First, the city's library books didn't have much to say about the plants and critters that fascinated him that he didn't already know, and said plenty that he knew to be downright wrong. And second, that the librarian really didn't want to hear his comments on the matter. It took him a few years to find his footing. A successful season of prospecting with his older brothers left him with enough cash to supply his wilderness expeditions and undertake his research. His family had been on decent terms with the local Indians and he made a point to spend more time with them and learn what he could there. It turned out that there were people who cared about his detailed and lengthy observations on the natural world, but they mostly inhabited big universities on the East coast. Sending specimens and illustrations to his distant academic contacts is one of his main sources of revenue, though he also pans for gold and traps for furs as needed to make ends meet. In the sparsely populated wilderness where he sets up his little observation posts he is generally considered an oddity by his distant neighbors, but an inoffensive and potentially helpful one.

[Red Leper]

Unfortunately, I think I am going to Withdraw.