You're still here? It's god damn morning! let me guess you're wanting more of the story.

Just let me get the fire going. Can't tell no story with no fire. Ah there we go. allright fucker lets get this story going so I can go back To sleep.

Honestly, what's wrong with you? Disturbing my week-long nap.

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Annie Was Tired, Dirty, Hungry, and Thirsty. She wasn't starved or suffering from dehydration. No, she was suffering from the age old condition of having walked for 2 days straight to get to where she was.

“I hope there's a goddamn inn.” Annie Muttered under her breath as she looked up at the large walls. In the distance she could see Buildings that seemed to reach into the very heavens themselves. An awe inspiring sight for someone like Annie. At least it would Be if she wasn't annoyed.

Her attention however was focused on the mile long line in front of her. She was at least halfway Into the line and had enough time to eat her breakfast and dinner. Now It was coming towards dinner time and she hadn't packed enough food for that.

It took another 2 HOURS for her to finally enter the city. With a lot of questioning from the gate Guard tagging an extra 30 minutes to that.

Then immediately got lost. While Annie was no housewife, she still relied on her husband or father to guide her places for her entire life. That had a very detrimental effect on her sense of direction. So here she was in a random alley in the 2nd largest ccityin the of the city state of Alamo.

Annie walked through a derelict alleyway that seemed to be everywhere she turned. Until a man stepped into her path. He was a large burly man standing about 6 feet tall and carrying a revolver in his right hand. on His left side sat a holstered revolver. His face was cover by a potato sack that had eye holes cut into.

“This doesn't have to get ugly women. just transfer Your XP to me or I'm gonna shoot you in ye-” before he could finish Annie pulled out her revolver and shot his gun strait out of his hand.

“Allright very funny but you can't possibly do that twice.” Annie just quietly waited for him to pull The other revolver out and aim it at her. She shot it out of his hand.

“OKAY BITCH!” he angrily pulled out a third revolver Hidden behind his back intending to Shoot Annie in her smug face. She Shot it ooutof his hand again. Then kept shooting. Not once did it touch the Ground until Annie's gun clicked empty.

The man who had thought hed struck an easy mark looked at the now ruined gun. Back up at Annie. Back down to the gun. Back up at Annie. Back down to the gun. Then looked up to see Annie reloading her and raised his hands in surrender.

"Good boy. Now why'd don't you tell me were the lawbringers office is, fore I shoot the forth gun hidden between your legs."

Less then ten minutes later Annie found herself in the rather disappointing headquaters of the lawbringers. Oh it was a thing of oppulance like one might expect from what of the most important guilds in the fractured Americas. All plush leather chairs and fancy carpented floors. Even the clerks deck looked comfortable enough to warrent a nap rather then a job.

She had almost shot the would be robbers "4th gun" right then and their but noticed the sign, A gold plated sign by the by, confirming that this was in fact the law bringers headquarters.

"Didn't know lawbringers were rich bastards." Annie spoke quietly under her breath. She let the robber go and he practically sprinted out of the building much to her amusement.

She walked up to the clerks desk and was meant with a bored looking older man. His skin wrinkled with age and somehow made worse by the rather expensive looking specticals he wore.

"Excuse me, I'm looking to sign up?" She said in a loud voice in order to get the mans attention.

"Wha. Oh uh yes miss. One moment please. [Appraisal]. " the man said in an almost murmer before writing down some things on a peace of paper which he handed Annie.

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"Please fill out this form and sign your name on the dotted line. Please keep in mind that being a lawbringer is a dangerous job. For this reason we will have to confirm that you are not with child or suffering from a permanent curse or illness of the mind."

After a moments he added "We must also confirm that you are not married or attempting to escape an arranged marriage."

Annie nodded at that. They were are fairly realistic concerns. She was a young women only in her twenties so the idea that she might have husband wasn't an unfair concern. Though it was more of a concern for cities then for the untamed lands.

Annie finished up the paperwork as she skimmed the boring documents before turning them in. She was directed to come in the next day for testing before she was practically shoo'ed out the door.

"Well, Now to find that Inn" It took less then ten minutes for her to get lost in the alleyways and yet another would be robber started rethinking their life choices.

....

Wyatt sighed in cotent as he felt the firey comfort of the high quality whiskey moving down his throat. It was a welcome feeling and Wyatt planned to spend all his hard XP on more of that feeling.

"As I was saying. The Ugly hob threatend the poor innocent girl. I almost fualtered! Almost, but I never falter. So with steady hand I shot the gun right out of the hobs hand before telling the young lady to duck"

Wyatt had been telling his very edited version of events to two pretty looking girls who he managed to wow with his false story of his most recent "heroic" exploits.

The bartender gave him a glance that pretty much said to wyatt that the man knew he was full of shit. It wasn't surprising, the bartender had seen him miss a bottle at point blank range with a shotgun.

The "Allroy Inn" was one of Wyatts favorite huants. Plenty of pretty girls. Many men willing to play a round of cards. The most important part however was the whiskey. No other place served "rydic Whiskey" which was Wyatts favorite brand.

The Allroy inn was a brightly lit building with velvet carpers and large gambling tables set up in the wide open space. An emeralnd stairway led up to spacious rooms which could be rented for 500xp a night.

It was an expensive place, though the 1,200 xp reward wyatt had earned would more then cover his drink tab. He debated on whether or not to gamble eventually deciding it was better to head over to headquaters.

"Sorry ladies, But I have to go. Need to check in with my superiors." He said with a sheepish smile as he payed his tab and went on his way. It took him around 10 minutes to make his way through the crowded streets.

Men dressed in worn suits carying suitcases and more then a few of them armed. Women dressed in long formal wear gossiped with one another or clutched the arms of their husbands as they filled the streets. All in All a normal sight for the veteran lawbringer.

He made his way into the back entrance of the headquarters. It was a far less fancy affair, it was still a well maintained building mind you with its polished wood, clean walls, all the things that made a building right and good.

One might ask why the front lobby was so oppulant. The asnwer to that was a simple matter of appearance. Lawkeepers were trusted with upkeeping the law outside of the cities. It wouldn't do for the people to think them "untamed" so they put on airs of wealth and civility.

The real headquaters situated in the back was a small tavern were various lawbringers sat back having cheap swill served by an angry older fellow they all called Jack. No one actually knew what his name was, it was one of those fun little secrets no one really cared to answer.

The only notable feature of this direlect tavarn was a simple blank wall upon witch a myraid of bounties were placed. Some as low as 250xp or as high as a 100,000xp. That last one was a bounty no one would take up. It was a very special bounty you see.

That bounty belonged to the Undefeated Billy the kid. Every person who had ever taken on that particular job had died in gruesom ways. It was the one law of the untamed lands. If you knew billy was coming, you ran the other way and prayed.

Wyatt headed up to a squirly older fellow filling out paperwork with a speed that few eyes could follow. The man was dressed in an illfitting suite that seemed to almost punctuate his thin graying hair.

"Here to check in." Wyatt said in a louder then necessary voice. Seconds later he was handed a form to sighn and once that task was complete Wyatt prepared to leave.

"Wyatt Got an Assignment for you!" A loud obnoxious voice called out and Wyatt groaned. Wyatt really did not like assignments, mind you the were great pay, as they always meant one thing. Deputies.

Wyatt knew he had drawn the shortstraw and would need to babysit a new recruit for the next year or so. Still, why he often like to exagerate his stories he was a lawbringer and knew his duties.

"Fine. Lets get this over with."

Wyatt dragged his feet as he made his way to office. It was a comfortable room furnished with chairs crafted from elven wood. An alcohol cabinet that made Wyatt jelous. Fireplace. Practically a home onto itself rather then an office.

"Sit down."

Wyatt did as ordered and noted the paper sitting on the desk. The man sitting across it was lord Eric, overseer of the lawbringers guild and one of if not the most important man in the city. A portly man with well groomed blond hair kept in a neat short style accented by a rather impressive goatee.

"New recruit. everything you need to know is in that document. I have some more paperwork to finish so keep the questions to a minimum."

Wyatt nodded and took the documents off the table before leafing through them. He raised an eyebrow when he noted that the deputiy was a women. It wasn't common but it did occur, moreso then in the past.

Maiden name: phobe Ann Mosy

Goes by: Annie Oakly.

Class: [sharpshot]

Level: 15

Notable feats: won every competition for the national Target shooting tournament. Has been confimed to have killed dire wolfs and various other monsters.

Notable issues: possible truama. Lawbringers in the villey area confimed her hometown fell to a plague.

Wyatt was surprised at the women class and felt he recognized the name somewere yet could not put his finger on it. Still, maybe this wouldn't be a bad assignment at all.

Wyatt left the headquarters with a single thought.

"I hope she has good ankles."