Coyote Creek, Nevada: Blue Moon Saloon
The small town of Coyote Creek it was an quiet somewhat bland town while there was nothing particular bad about there was nothing particular good about it either. It was sort of just there. The town served more as a rest spot for travelers making their way to the big city of Death Vegas. Perhaps there was a time when Coyote Creek was more, after all it was the site of a large shootout between lawmen and bandits in the times of the Wild West, but now the town was a shade of it’s perhaps once former glory cast in the shadows of the hills that surrounded it. However now the town was beginning to become a hot topic among the Hidden World as a particular individual had claimed it as his domain.
The Blue Moon Saloon perhaps the only spot within Coyote Creek that was somewhere near half decent, it once served many a famous and infamous lawmen, bandits, cattle rustlers, Pinkerton Agents, and Gunslingers. Currently the saloon was hosting one of the infamous people in the west, a young man about 25 years old wearing brown jacket with fur around the collar over a white tank top. He had on a pair of jeans held up by a leather belt with a buckle that had a bull horn design to it. He his dark black hair was shaggy and long. The strangest thing about his appearance were the small gold bull horns sticking out the side of his head. The young man was standing on bar a beer in one hand and clearly making a scene. “SO! There I was eye to eye with this bastard he had a cleaver in one hand and a crazy look in his eyes! He tells me I got to the count of 10 to give him all the money that I had on me and leave his sight.” There was a collective gasp from some of the women surrounding the story teller; some of the men spoke whispers behind their hands. “You know who that is?” “Isn’t that the infamous Lightning King?” “Yeah it is I heard he stood his ground against fifty Bounty Hunters and only left one alive to spread the word of the massive storm they had witness.” “Fifty I heard it was a hundred and fifty and also that a single punch wiped out a mountain.” “Jesus really?” As the group spoke in whispers the Lightning King continued his tale, “Now normally I would have instantly used my mastery of the storms to strike this fool with the wrath of the Lightning King! However I was feeling a bit generous this day.” A young man who appeared to be a cross between street rat and cowboy looked up at the Lightning King with a bright smile, “Wow Boss this guy sounds tough you should have let me dealt with him. Hey where was I when you fought this guy?” The Lightning King gulped a little and quickly laughed off the question, “Don’t worry about it Warren you were busy….protecting Ana and my lovely Beatrice.” Surprisingly the street savvy member of the Thunder Guard brought the complete fabrications as if it was actual fact. “Oh right I remember now.”
The Thunder Guard was the personal gang of bandits that the self-proclaim Lightning King, they were his sword and shield who defended and did battle for their leader on the drop of a hat. The members consist of Warren “Tornado” McGuiness, The fearsome Dr. Colton Steel, cheerful Ana “Bubblegum” Cooper and the lovely Beatrice “Red Temptress” Lucas. The Thunder Guard stood on either side of their powerful leader creating an imposing sight in the saloon. The Lightning King continued his story “I was out flanked! Out gunned! And out Numbered! But I was not out match. So I looked them saying 25 to 1 I like those odds. And with a clap of thunder I unleashed my mighty Thunder Demon King PUNCH! And just like that is how I single handedly defeated the Mad Dog bandits!” The crowd around the self-proclaimed Storm Slayer muttered amongst themselves about the tale and how amazing and terrifying the man before them was. The Lighting King smirked as he looked around and raise his glass, “Now how about a round of drinks for everybody on me, bar keep put it on my tab!” The whole saloon broke out into cheers until the weak and old bartender spoke up, “But sir your tab is at its limit you can’t”…BANG! The wall just next to the bar’s keep head was blown out by the mechanized Dr. Colton Steel in his destructive armor his voice as he spoke his voice was robotic and metallic. “No one ever tells our Boss no. He is the Great Lightning King, Slayer of Storms, The Electric Gunslinger with a single thought he could call down a lightning bolt to destroy this pathetic town. And we our terrifying Thunder Guard our presence alone strikes fear in the hearts of the most ruthless of people.” The Lightning King placed his hand on the cold armor shoulder of Steele, “That’s right Steel, no one can handle me I will strike down all who oppose me with the force of a 10 Million Storms! Spread the Word peasants the Great Lightning King Telsa Powell stands before you!”
As Telsa Powell was creating a name for him as the fearsome Lightning King a young female bounty hunter strangely dressed in an attire that was a cross between a witch and a cowgirl was making her way to Coyote Creek. She was Toni Sorciere “The Cat Eye Witch” she was currently a bronze star BH after the high bounties on the members of the Lightning King’s gang, mainly Beatrice Lucas who has recently been eluding her. Her small frame and lithe body caused many to under estimate her but they quickly fall victims to the circus trained bounty hunter’s powers of illusion. However she was not the only person seeking out the Lightning King and his Guard bounty hunters, mercenaries, and assassins were begin to converge on the town. They were seeking to claim the title of being the one who defeated the Lightning King. There was another individual who was heading towards Coyote Creek however he was doing it for his own reasons, riding on a silver and chrome motorcycle named Silver. A Gunslinger heading home to Death Vegas.