The Weird West Awaits
Welcome to the Weird West. Follow in the footsteps of a lone preacher who is more eager to punch, or dropkick than give a sermon.
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The Iron Saint’s Reckoning: How Reverend Fleming Punched a God and Saved Lost Angels The fog rolled thick across San Francisco’s Embarcadero that morning, mixing with the black smoke from three massive Union ironclads. The USS Kearsarge, the Monitor, and the Lexington sat in the water like grumpy metal whales, their crews bustling about as…
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The Devil You Know: A Desperate Alliance in the Belly of the Beast The fog of the Great Maze had a way of making decisions feel both inevitable and impossible at the same time. Reverend Fleming looked at Sheriff Aemon—wounded, exhausted, but still standing—and then at the two children who’d been through more horror than…
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The Reverend’s Return: A Suicide Mission to Save the West The Mary-Mae cut through the fog of the Great Maze like a promise of salvation, her engines thrumming a steady prayer of escape. Below deck, in a cramped supply closet that smelled of oil and desperation, Reverend Fleming was conducting three kinds of surgery. The…
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Into the Holy Fires: The Reverend Fleming’s Stand at the Cathedral of St. Leo The study door closed behind Reverend Fleming with the soft finality of a coffin lid. Inquisitor Thorne sat behind his mahogany desk like a spider in the center of its web, his milky eyes fixed on something just past Fleming’s shoulder.…
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The Preacher and the Iron Men: A Deadlands Tale The pre-dawn chill of the Great Maze settled over the Deliverance like a wet blanket made of bad intentions. At four in the morning, when the world was still deciding whether to wake up or call it quits, Reverend Fleming found himself on a steam launch…
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The Ghost Line If you’ve ever wondered what happens when a scarred preacher, an ex-sheriff, two traumatized kids, and a Ghost Rock-powered train decide to crash a mad scientist’s doomsday lair, well, buckle up. Because Session 3 of our Deadlands campaign was basically what happens when divine intervention meets industrial-grade vehicular assault. The Setup: A…
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A Deadlands: The Weird West Session Recap The Preacher Who Solves Problems With His Fists Reverend Fleming stands at a stocky 5’6″ in his comically oversized leather duster—a man who brings new meaning to the phrase “the hands of God.” The kind of preacher who believes the Lord helps those who help themselves, preferably with…
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Part One: A Preacher Walks Into a Saloon Last Tuesday, a short man in a leather duster that could double as a circus tent walked into the Whateley Standard and absolutely rearranged someone’s face. His name is Fleming. He’s a preacher now, though his resume suggests he’s spent more time covered in dirt than sitting…