So we left deadwood with our carriage and horses heading for the train line. It was a fairly uneventful journey till we got within sight of the rails eastern end. Then we saw them, Prairie Ticks. They were all over the place, but did not attack right away as we feared they would. We decided to go quiet to get to the rail only to find it abandoned and empty, no one around. Not a single soul to be seen. There was a train parked at the end of the line, but no car for our horses or carriage. We moved up close and there were Ticks even in the engine cab.
\We were all coming up with ideas on what was the best method to get where we wanted to go when Jake made the decision for us and fired a shot drawing the attention of the Ticks. That’s when the fight started, we began running along side the rail and fighting off the ticks, damn they were fast and kept leaping threw the window of the carriage. Our group was shooting them left and right as I bashed them with my club, lucky for us they are not very tough and seemed fairly easy to kill. It was a brutal fight, then we came over the rise. There it was, a giant Tick, the Queen herself.
Jason was the hero this day, calling down blasts of eldritch fire, exploding these things in bunches. He gave the queen a pounding, but was forced to shift his aim as hundreds of these things charged up the hill towards us. He kept blasting them as they approached but it did not look good for us. Luckily for me it was a stormy day, so I used the power of the Bear to call down lightning upon the queen as Jason kept killing them in droves. Once she was dead, the remaining ticks, though still many in number just disappeared into the ground.
We started looking for tracks as they told me that there should have been a hundred people here working on the rails. We found signs that they fled into a cave hoping to make a last stand there I guess. We went inside and followed it back to a large room, which to our horror was filled with corpses. They were mostly pieces and parts having been consumed by the Ticks. Not a single soul was left alive. We searched thru the place looking for anyone. The preacher said his words over them to help them rest in peace. We then began the ugly task of gathering up the stuff we needed to help us on our mission. There was dynamite by the case, we gathered rope and supplies that we could, we found a rail car we could use to transport the horses and carriage. Luckily for us the Preacher has some knowledge of this metal beast, I am told this will shorten our trip to Billings to a couple of days instead of a couple of weeks. I am not sure if the Bear will appreciate the journey and will have to hope I do not need to call upon the spirits much for favors on our way.