- The Turncoat (Hunter)
- Ambush (Dolch 96)
- Crossfire (Dolch 96)
- Red Cask (Ammo Box)
The Turncoat
Wim Jansen went West to bleed the land dry, but in the end was victim to the frontier’s relentless brutality. Falsely labeled a turncoat after his regiment’s ambush, he wears the title proudly now, captivated by the meridian of blood, mind set only on violence and revenge.
Crossfire & Ambush
Washed down the gulch in a bracken flash flood, the only weapons The Turncoat could find were a pair of Dolch 96s. Naming them Crossfire and Ambush, they accompanied him ever since, adorned with mementos of his fallen friends.
Red Cask
After The Massacre at Red Cask Gulch, The Turncoat carried his few remaining possessions in an old Ammo Box he found there. Now used for ammunition again, its name remains testament to that bloody past, vehicle for that dearly sought revenge.
The sun sets slow westward, blanketing the sky red and drawing the shadows out long on the meridian. Where the land hollows and dries, where undergrowth turns to scrub and dust, linger and traipse the remnants of bloodshed. There are those broken by engines of war and industry in the East, turned to something not quite resembling the human that once was. Faulty mechanisms still ticking, without purpose, working away at redundant tasks.
The Turncoat was one such tool of industry and war. Once broken in, Wim Jansen was given new purpose: guns to kill with and a regiment to kill for. All were sent West to bleed the land dry. But the bloodshed coagulated in Red Cask Gulch, where Jansen lost his colors. The only survivor of an ambush that claimed the lives of his men, Jansen was saved by a flash flood that washed the killing floor downstream, purifying the gulch of slaughter.
Rising from the mud two days later with only the Dolch pair Crossfire and Ambush, an Ammo Box he named for the Gulch, and the tags of his fallen friends, Jansen set off across the plain seeking revenge – only to find himself dubbed a turncoat and a traitor in his absence. After his vengeance was sated, the name stuck, but The Turncoat was already caught on the meridian of blood, and set off along it in pursuit of more violence.
