Deadlands hell on earth pdf

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By using this site, you agree deadlanes the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. After reading the Hell on Earth Corebook you maybe thinking that the templars are one of the less powerful character types. As the name implies, Deadlands: But if you add this book with it you tue certainly even up the odds of a Templars to all other classes rather shortly. In addition to a variety of mundane survivors, would-be law men, ex-road gangers, and general do-gooders that exist in Hell on Earth, there earhh a number of magically-attuned characters that are playable.

See List of Deadlands: The book contains more of the powers of the templars and recounts the previous ones in the core book. Hell on Earth cover. Headed straight at us. Happened a couple of other times. Each time things went disastrously bad for me. Each time I heard the voice. So I know for sure, Im cursed.

I call out for the thing that cursed me. Nothing but echo. But that night it appeared in my dream. Said its name was Reg. Said it was killed in the blast. Said its got unfinished business. Said Im going to complete that business, or Ill never get my luck back. And without my luck, sooner or later, Im dead as he is. So I promised this ghost Id do what it wanted.

A Bad Day to be Pede Pede saw the terror in my eyes and turned to face it. He emptied the machine pistol into the thing, to no avail. It stopped for a moment, as if to gloat. Then it advanced. A hook of sharp bone shot out from it. Connected with Pedes face, neatly flaying the meat from the right side of his skull. Plain as day, you could see the skin and flesh and eyeball from the brainer whip around the thing a couple of rotations, after which it became part of the vortex.

Thats when I puked. Pede didnt let having half his face off stop him. He drew his knife and stood his ground, blade outstretched. Another swipe of the vortex,. Lawn and Garden Department Reg was entered in a perfect lawn care contest before the war started.

Lawns were his hobby. Reg wanted nothing more in life than to have the ideal lawn. Then the tanks rolled through. Then he got drafted, after all the young soldiers were used up.

With no one home to tend it, his lawn was overrun with weeds. So I had to go back to Pocatello. Find grass seed. Find fertilizer. Set up a sprinkler system which wasnt any easier back then than it is. Monsters Everywhere and the knife was clattering to the pavement, his arm gone from the elbow on down. His severed hand and forearm were orbiting around the thinglets call it a gore stormwith each rotation being broken down into smaller and smaller bits of carnage.

Meanwhile, blood was spraying out of Pedes wound like from a hose under pressure. It was also being sucked into the vortexseemed as if it were feeding on it. Damned if the cursed thing wasnt getting bigger as it feasted on Pedes bits. Maybe I was just imagining this last part, but I swear that a hundred laughing mouths and two hundred leering eyes formed themselves in the surface of the vortex for just a moment. Taking delight in what it was doing to Pede. Nearly felt sorry for the man.

As Pede shook off the shock and groped for something in his money belt, the gore storm lurched towards him and sawed him to bits like a lawnmower or a lamprey or I dont know what. Then it came towards me. Thats when Kills-the-Bear finally appeared to do his cavalry number. He hosed the thing down with a burst of liquid nitrogen originally earmarked for Pede. It made a weirdly human sound of pain and annoyance, and went off behind some stadium bleachers.

We didnt pursue it. From where we were travelling down the ruins of I-3, we could see the boat slipping through the mesas all day. It was good to see other people, even if they were far below us. We talked to them on the radiothey said theyd fought off a band of croakers the night before, and were anxious to put some distance between them. They were making good time, and staying alert as well; we could hear them shooting at the sharks every now and then.

For all of that, they didnt know death was upon them until too late. Death from Below It started with the water. I could see it clouding up from our position above 74 them, turning this sorta crimson color. I thought at first that it might be the mud, that the boats prop had churned up some clay that was coloring the water. Only it kept deepening, getting redder and redder. After a hundred yards, it looked like they were paddling through a sea of blood. The strange part was, it was only red around the ship; the water behind them faded and turned back to its normal color.

Joline started yellin in the radio, but by then the crew of the boat had noticed it already themselves. They gathered around the sides and fingered their guns. Probably assumed they had hit a Maze dragon or somesuch with the boat, and that it was going to rise up in a rage on them. They were right, at least partly. It was the water itself that sprang up: a huge tower of it with arms and hands, and what almost looked like a face.

It rose right up in front of the boat, blocking the causeway with its bulk. It was bloody red like the sea around it, and sent out a howl that rattled our teeth. Damn, what a place! I never had the chance to get out here before the war, but it looks even cooler than it did in the old vids. We saw something yesterday that sure didnt show up on the TV before the war. I once heard that the local Indians had a legend about the Great Maze. They say that hundreds of years ago, an old medicine man sacrificed his only daughter and painted the rocks on Carillo Plain with her blood.

When the white men came, that blood would release a powerful magic and turn them back. It didnt work, though. Instead, it threw the coastline into the sea and created the Great Maze.

Bunch of superstition, Id have said before the war. But when we saw that creature pull that boat apart, I couldnt help wondering how much superstition is the real truth. Bullets passed right through the thing. It tore into their boat, grabbed the bow and ripped it apart. Not just small chunks, either: it ripped the whole boat up the middle like a wishbone. The ship went end-up, spilling men and supplies into the water around it.

The entire craft sank inside of five minutes. The creature dropped down beneath the waves, then popped up again around the survivors, grabbing them.

Monsters Everywhere and thrusting them underwater. Poor sods. A few of them tried to swim to shore, but the mesa walls were too steep. Even the four who pulled themselves out of the water couldnt get high enough before the monster went for them. It swatted them against the stones like flies. I think a few got away, but the rest were crushed against the stone. Those who didnt reach the mesas were all drowned by the creature.

Randy fired off a few shots, and me too, but we were too far away to help even if our guns would have done any more than theirs.

The creature didnt even seem to notice us. It vanished beneath the waves, and the water slowly turned back to blue. The boat was gone, all but a few shards and the corpses of its crew. After a few more minutes of watching, Joline wished their souls Godspeed, and we continued on our way. The Black Mesa No vember 10, Weve traveled to the Nov southwestern part of the Maze to check out rumors weve heard of a black mesa made entirely of ghost rock.

Sounds too good to be true, so it probably is, but you never know. No vember 12, Turns out the Nov place does exist. This morning we sighted a mesa that was black as pitch. We circled it a few times, and it turns out that that description fits better than I thought: the sides of the mesa are covered in a thick, black tar that seems to be oozing out of the rocks themselves.

Theres a small area on the north side that is clear of the tar and looks climbable. Were going to head up there and check things out after lunch.

Tourist Trap No vember 13, Youd think by now wed Nov have learned that if things seem out of the ordinary we should just leave them the Hell alone. We were lucky to get off that damned mesa alive.

As it is, Kills-The-Bear got a bad burn and Joline broke her leg. I guess what we found up there shouldnt have come as too much of a surprise; we knew we were in the vicinity of where Los Angeles slid into the ocean back during the Great Quake. Still, it was kind of a shock to climb up there and find a deserted museum.

Up on top of this mesa are the La Brea Tar Pits, complete with museum, replica mammoths and sabre-tooth tigers, and a gift shop still stocked with hats, mugs, and I heart the Tar Pits T-shirts. Not a nugget of ghost rock anywhere in sight, of course. Although we did grab some shirts. The ones were wearing are getting kind of threadbare and a little rank.

Joline also grabbed a stuffed mammoth doll. The place had been quite a tourist attraction before the War, but I had never heard of it was on being covered in tar. Near as we can figure a postwar quake or maybe the shock of a nearby nuke must have fractured the mesa and allowed some of the tar to start seeping out the sides.

Things went downhill after we left the gift shop. As we got close to the pits themselves, the tar began to boil and then it rose up in wall before us. Before we could say merde, this ropy string of tar whipped out of the mass and slammed Kills-The-Bear back about ten feet. We didnt need to see anymore. We took off running.

The thing belched a burning ball of tar after us and some of it splattered on Kill-The Bear, giving him third degree burns on his left shoulder. He didnt even stop, he just kept on running until we reached the rope we had secured at the edge of the mesa. We were going to climb back down, but about then a new horror popped its head up: a sabre-toothed tiger skeleton covered in syrupy tar came running toward us. That was enough.

We all looked at each other and then jumped off the mesa into the water. I cant imagine what that salt water felt like on Kills-The-Bears burns.

He remained as stoic as ever, of course. It was about a forty-foot drop. Joline hit the water at a bad angle and snapped her leg. It was a clean break, though, and it looks like it will heal up just fine.

We all threw away our T-shirts. Soon as we got there, this fellow approached us and started goin on about some penny-ante ghost-rock mine not too far off. Apparently, the locals believe its still intact, and several have disappeared while investigating it. Monsters Everywhere Guess they took a look at our guns not to mention Kills-The-Bear and figured we got what it takes to help them out.

They promised a share of the mine should they get it running. A pipe dream, I figure, but what the heck we never learn. So we made our way out to the mineshaft with two guys from the town, out on the lip of a mesa a few miles offshore. We set up camp and had a look around. I doubt this is the cash cow they hope itll be; Joline says there isnt even a nugget left in that burnt-out hole.

But we might as well give them the chance to check it out thoroughly. Who knows, it might pay after all. Ghosts in the Night December 7, It happened last night. This creature came out of nowhere and took the guy from town who was sitting guard duty on the north end of the camp. Since that whole predavore thing, Randys taken to setting up a vid camera at nightthis time it paid off.

The camera got all of it. Its hard to see on the little camera monitor, but it looks like a ghost or spirit 89 or something, a glowing green apparition in the rough shape of a man.

It appeared on the edge of the shaft, coming out of the darkness like a beacon. The guy yelled out at it, then opened fire. The bullets passed right through it, and the holes closed back up as it moved in on the guy. When it got close there was like this pulse of sickly green energylike radioactive firewhich seared him black. He froze and then pitched over, all covered with burns. If you just saw the body and not the vid, youd swear the fellow died of really bad radiation poisoning.

Kills-The-Bear wants to leave, but Joline talked him out of it. Weve got our rad-suits, and she thinks theyll protect us if the creature returns. Seems shes changed her mind about this mine shaft, but I still got my doubts. It appeared in the mineshaft again. This time, it moaned, kinda the way ghost-rock does when it burns, and glowed ever more fiercely. It almost seemed like it was in pain. The radiation suits didnt do us much good.

Sure, it stopped the toxic glow a bit, but when it saw that, the wraith just reached out and touched Kills-TheBear, right through the suit. I could see its handprint eating through it, right into his flesh. He screamed as it hit him. Gunfire, knives nothing did any good. Randy tried to run, but it caught him easily. The burns on their bodies match the creatures handprints exactly. It let me be after killing them. For some reason, before it disappeared I called out and it stopped.

It turned and looked at me. It seemed sad to me, somehow. Lonely and piteous. December 10, Radiation burns getting bad; no time to patch them up though. I guess thisll be the last entry in my journal.

When it appears tonight, Im going to try talking to it. Maybe it can tell me what it is, and why it haunts this lonely place. Maybe itll let me live. If it doesnt, though, then I have other plans. Curiosity Kills the Cat December 9, Another attack. It got Randy this time, and Kills-The-Bear. Along with Joline, that just leaves me. Now that that other guy from town ran off with the boat.

Guess Im next, since Im stuck here. Oh well, at least I wont be missin Joline for too long. Monsters Everywhere Ghost-rock is highly flammable. It may be immune to regular weapons, but fire fires something else entirely. A well-thrown road flare may just do the trick. No more time theres that odd wailing sound it makes.

Guess I find out now whether either plan is any good. Combine Eyes Only Librarians Note: These reports are from a dataslug found in the possession of an alleged Combine agent working in the Santa Fe region. The individual had already been killed by local townspeople before my arrival, so its authenticity cannot be confirmed.

This agent has infiltrated the military organization of subject. I am now a trusted operative with access to much sensitive information. Subject appears to be a heavy battle tank of Northern Alliance manufacture; specifically, a Schwartzkopf M4A8 main battle tank with significant modifications. History of subject is as follows: apparently subject was engaged in hostilities in NorCal theater on J-Day.

Allegedly a soldier onboard subject, in contravention of regs, installed computer game Alexander the Great, a strategy simulation of warfare in 3rd century B. EMP pulse from ghost-rock detonations in vicinity appear to have interacted with computer game to invest subject with A.

Exactly how this transformation took place is still being investigated. Infantry Support Subject has gathered a small force of mercenaries and scavengers to further its goal of conquering the west, and from there, the world.

Subject secures their loyalty with promises of booty and political power in its projected kingdom, New Macedon. These troops appear to be motivated not so much by fear and retribution as a curious loyalty and pride. Soldiers show a surprising degree of discipline and esprit de corps for such a ragtag assembly.

It is as if the machine is actually a charismatic leader. Subjects forces are small, no more than 50 reliable irregulars, but recruitment continues at a rapid pace. Recruits attracted by steady supply of rations and legend of intelligent tank. Subject and its forces always on the move, showing sophisticated grasp of 21st century armored vehicle tactics.

Given this mobility, subjects precise whereabouts at any given time are difficult to predict; subject might be encountered anywhere. Raids to secure rations and materiel both constant and merciless. Equipment and skills of average irregular equivalent to average Black Hat, though without access to elite officers and intelligence operatives such as this agent.

Subject directly supervises efforts to educate soldiers in ancient Greek language, history and culture. This agent was startled by the quality of their amateur production of Sophocles Oedipus Rex. Blowin Stuff Up Real Good Subject is said to be headstrong, intelligent, and focused on problem-solving, especially through unconventional means. Modifications from standard Schwartzkopf M4A8 tank design include double-reinforced armor, full amphibious capabilities, full leather interior.

Functionality of last-mentioned modification is questionable, but widely regarded among subjects forces as wicked-A cool. Main armament appears to be a mm cannon, the M4A8s standard armament. Anal ysis: While subjects military Analysis: organization is no current threat to Combine security, its potential for growth should not be underestimated. Subject itself is a considerable tactical threat to any team unlucky enough to run into it head-on.

Recommend immediate and decisive action against subject. Although tattooed barscan confirmed her identity, subject reported feelings of disorientation and confusion. Subject claimed ignorance of proper designation, friendships, and basic layout of native village. Complete memory loss and deep amnesia apparent. Monsters Everywhere Subects husband, Walter Travers A was interrogated, along with additional Clearwater personnel. Transcript of testimony follows: Jess had stepped outside for a moment to catch a breath of air.

She was standing out in the moonlight, when this fellow kind of sidled up to her. He had a long, billowing coat and a wide-brimmed hat, so I couldnt see what he looked like.

I thought he was nuts violating the curfew like that. I mean, what makes someone take a chance like thatit even occurred to me that maybe shed taken a lover. But she looked surprised to see him; I heard her give a short gasp, and saw her eyes widen in the moonlight.

Then he was next to her and wrapped her up in his great coat. It seemed a very gentle and tender motion, like a father protecting his daughter. Except that his hands were pressed against her temples like he was trying to push his fingers into her brain.

Ive never seen anyone embrace quite like that. He held her for a long time. I wanted to say something, but was scared Id bring the watch down on them. Maybe if he left, he wouldnt get her in any trouble. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he let her go. She swooned for a minute and I thought shed pass out.

But then she regained her footing, and it seemed like she was okay. The fellow, he didnt waste any time with her further, but trotted back the way he came. Before he left, though, he turned back and I could see beneath his hat in the moonlight.

He wasnt a mannot even a mutantbut something much worse. Something not of this world. He had no face. Just a blank sheet of flesh where his eyes, nose and mouth should have been. He stood there beneath the moon and looked right through me, looked at me with eyes he didnt have.

Ive never seen anything so frightening in all my life. Then he was gone, and I could turn back to Jess. She had wandered down the street in a daze, and didnt show any signs of coming back to the bunkhouse. She seemed confused, like she didnt know where she was. She was staggering straight down the middle of the road, just begging to be noticed by the guard. How she got past the perimeter guards is anybodys guess.

I didnt go after her. Scared that Id be caught for breaking curfew. You also have the option to opt-out of these cookies. But opting out of some of these cookies may have an effect on your browsing experience. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. This category only includes cookies that ensures basic functionalities and security features of the website. These cookies do not store any personal information. Skip to content. This website uses cookies to improve your experience.

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