Thread: The Ronin, The Sorcerer, And The Sheriff (Dr. Nibbles x Andypants)

Not very much happened in the Town of Dirt. But that was how people liked it. Any travelers that came by were instantly seen as outsiders, either here for trade or a night's rest before going on their. Because why else would anyone visit Dirt? Nearest gold mine was at least two days travel, not a single yard of farm land as far as the eye could see... Not to mention the rather scary and dark areas to the north that no one seemed able to come back from once they ventures through. Yes Dirt was a one way stop to a dead end, best to stay a night and then turn back the way you came. But for the residence of Dirt, life was alright. What land could be farmed on was in town, a well in the middle to keep people healthy. A self contained community of no more then a hundred people used to living out on their own. But it was in Dirt that this whole mess would begin, and like any problem.. It always began with outsiders. It was another normal day, sun rising, citizens starting to get to their work. The striking of iron in the blacksmith's barn, the heaving of produce and goods into the general store, everything having it's place. All of course under the guidance of the Sheriff. The Sheriff was a tall, board shouldered, and fairly attractive man who wore his badge pride. His pistols always at his sides as he made his way out of the Sheriff's Station. People greeted him, a smile on his face as he greeted them back, even if he put a genuine and caring face on, his green eyes were always aware of what was going on. So to no ones surprise did the Sheriff turn when the wind blew, as if alerting everyone of the posse that was strolling into town. A group of six men, wearing ponchos and jackets, came into town on horse back. Looking dirty and well traveled it was obvious that the group needed a days rest before moving on. The Sheriff making his way from the general store to stand in the middle of the street, bringing his hand up to wave but more importantly halt the group. Mornin... The Sheriff said, tilting his hat back as he looked up at the men. Two had missing teeth, another had an eye patch on. Rag tag assortment of clothing... And even what looked like looted goods. Definitely bandits. There was a fine line between helping travelers and helping criminals... Though Suzy down at the inn could use some gold. What brings you to Dirt? The Sheriff asked, the man that was leading the six would spit on the ground. Business. He spat out, looking at the Sheriff for a few moments before looking up. Where's the inn? Well we do have an inn over yonder but I am not too sure it will live up to your tastes. The Sheriff said with a smirk, his eyes roaming over the man's gear, but more importantly the large sack that was hanging over the back end of his horse. What you got in that sack there? The Sheriff asked, the man spitting again with a look of utter boredom. Potatoes, you got a problem Sheriff or can we pass? He asked, idly setting his hand down on the grip of his holstered gun. The Sheriff raising an eyebrow as he looked at him. Well I don't think so, do we? And before the man could respond there would come a sudden fidget in the sack of potatoes before a clearly muffled cry could be heard. Yeah we got one. The Sheriff said before pulling his pistol from his side, as fast as he could he brought it up fanning the hammer of his revolver as he emptied all six shots. His gun sizzling lightly, the six bandits staring at him for a few moments. It was only when his bullets casing hit the floor did the six fall from their horses, bullets buried into their foreheads. The Sheriff exhaling softly before he started reloading, his feet taking him right over to the sack of potatoes that had suddenly stopped moving. With his gun back in the holster he would grab hold of the sack, whatever was inside of it started to kick and struggle. Calm down already I am trying to help yeah! The Sheriff shouted, but to no avail, the man pulling a knife off from the back of his belt. Stabbing the bag which definitely got whoever was inside to stay still, however he didn't stab her, quick to pull up and cut a giant hole into the sack to reveal... A woman? The Sheriff blinked a few times, Well I'll be damned. What did a bunch of no good bandits want with a pretty thing like you? He asked, quick to bring the knife down to undo her bindings, his hand untying the gag they had to keep her from talking.