The Bedford Players saved from Pendelton

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Gather round! Gather round! We shall tell you a tale

A quite gruesome one, so make sure you have Ale

We were traveling between cities, with whimsy and cheer.

Who? Why us! This troupe you see here.

When along came some savages, Armed to the teeth

They robbed us and took us. To some factory's underneath.

We quivered in fear as we overheard our fate

The appetite of the butcher of Pendelton we would sate.

Bound up we were on the way to our grave,

but for a team of hero, our lives they did save.
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The players continue, telling a tale of being rescued by a team of heroes fighting against Pendelton, including Xander Debois, and memorializing the 3 who died ambushing bandits in their rescue party.

The Beast hunting the dark around Pendelton

Have you heard the tale of Pendelton's monster?

It's a beast, strong and unnatural, killed 3 men in less than a minute in the roads heading towards Pendelton.

Only one survivor. The creature killed the others with no noise, picking the first two off without being seen.

The men who found the survivor didn't believe him until they found the bodies. Savaged by what looks like claws. 

If you see a monster that has no right existing, make sure your lanterns are lit bright.


Have you heard the tales of what happens in Pendelton?

They say the doctor there is a monster, doing unspeakable evils. They say that a beast hunts all those who dare deal with him. 

An avenging monster, sent after those that deal with that evil.

A Stillness in the Air, a Perpetual Night

Rumors spread far and wide in every town and tavern across Texas of the peculiar condition of the Swamp of Houston. The entire locale is locked in perpetual night, and the air is still. According to the whispers, no one has been able to venture into the swamp lately. The air holds them out like a wall of Plexiglass, and the very trees are trapped mid sway in the breeze. It's like the entire swamp has been trapped in time...

Massacre in Pampa

One of the last holdouts of the TANN suffered terribly from some sort of maniac shooter - the like rarely seen in this day & age when most people when most people are armed - a sad say.

The Butcher of Pendelton

CW: Body horror referenced

There's a rumor, passed between travelers and traders. That the town of Pendelton is one full of monsters. That their doctor performs mad science, cutting organs and limbs from the poor to place into the rich living.

One Xander Debois has been the loudest voice denouncing the town, supposed appearing in the nearby town of troy with a group of individuals missing limbs, arms, and others. The Youngest being no more that 12. A Dr. Sandra Banks was with Xander, backing up his claims, although without the ability to speak herself.

Those looking for honest work have stopped looking in Pendelton. 

Those looking for dishonest work have started looking at Pendleton with much more interest.

The Water Returns to Rustwater

After years of thirst, desperation, and dwindling hope, the small town of Rustwater has achieved what many thought was impossible: the well has returned to life. But this wasn’t the work of chance or fate—it was the collective effort of the town itself. Spurred by necessity and a renewed sense of purpose, the people of Rustwater rolled up their sleeves and took matters into their own hands.

It began when a group of travelers unearthed a long-forgotten tunnel beneath the dry well. The discovery hinted at a hidden source of water, deep underground, that had been blocked off or diverted. Word spread quickly, and in a town that had been teetering on the edge of survival, this revelation ignited a spark of hope. The people of Rustwater—once resigned to a slow decline—rallied together.

Led by the town’s few remaining able-bodied workers, a massive clearing effort began. Over the course of several weeks, the townsfolk organized themselves into shifts, clearing debris, collapsing sections, and strengthening the long-abandoned tunnel system. It was hard, dangerous work. Old beams had to be reinforced, the constant threat of cave-ins loomed, and the stagnant air of the tunnels made every breath a challenge. But the people pushed on, driven by the promise of returning water to their parched land.

Finally, after weeks of back-breaking labor, the moment arrived. One final blockage was cleared, and water began to flow again—first as a trickle, then as a steady stream. The underground reservoir that had once fed the well reconnected, and water rose up from the depths into the heart of Rustwater.