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Shani and Pania get ready to board a train for St. Paul, but something long forgotten is about to rise.
Black Mask & Pale Rider Part Thirty-Six

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Ya’Row tucked herself into the darkest corner of the caboose as sunlight streamed into the cabin.  During the fight with the bard, she’d let her guard down, only focusing on one target, not realizing that Shani would be close behind.  A report sounded out from Shani’s long barrel Colt, and a lantern fell to the [...]

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Shani reloaded her pistols as Carter watched the entryway of the engine.  The engineer kept the coals burning as he focused on keeping the train moving as the conductor watched the pair of gunslingers.  The lithe elf took a deep breath and looked to the others for a brief moment.  Pania had been gone a [...]

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Shani has a plan to deal with the lich, but it leaves Pania out in the open.
Black Mask & Pale Rider: Part Thirty-Five

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Pania’s eyes adjusted to the light as she muttered an incantation.  A small glowing orb appeared beside her, granting a soft illumination of the darkened caboose.  She saw that the windows had been completely covered, blocking out any light from the outside world.  There were a few artifacts that she knew were not common with [...]

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Pania walked slowly through the passenger cars of the train, leading herself closer to the rear car. Ya’Row had positioned herself in a way where she would take over the train and surprise the next stop which was on the line. Pania knew that this vampire had to be stopped, and while she [...]

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Face with the terrible lich, Shani and Pania find themselves in a midnight showdown with the lord of the undead.
Black Mask & Pale Rider: Part Thirty-Four

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It is just a simple gun fight, but it could turn out to be oh so ominous.
Black Mask & Pale Rider: Part Thirty-Three

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“If ye dunna mind me sayin’ so,” Pania mentioned with a smile as she looked Carter Stewart directly in the eyes. “Ye’ve a very liberal view. Rather refreshin’ ta see a man o’ the cloth tha’ dunna condemn those tha’re diff’rent.”
“Well,” Carter began with a small smile of thanks and a chuckle. [...]

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“How?” I questioned.
“I know a lady who take on boarders,” she said. “She helps gets girls off the streets and into some honest work.”
“So it’s a brothel?” I asked, shock ringing in my voice.
“Heavens no!” She exclaimed. “It’s not a brothel. Besides, that isn’t honest work. I’ll tell you what, you stay here the night, [...]

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