Spaghetti with Meat… The world of Deadlands™ looks like the Old West on the surface - there's plenty of wild desperadoes and heroes with more sand than the Mojave Desert - but there's more, too. Out here the shadows are a little bit darker. The hangin' trees are a little bit taller. And the High Plains are coated in the crimson light of the blood moon. That howl you heard... [click here for more]
Hell Hath No Fury… They say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." In this second volume of the Anthology with No Name, the senoritas get their payback. In "Some Mercy, Some Justice, Some Magic", ancient matriarchal sorcery protects a young girl from an other-worldly horror in "Nuna Daul Tsuny", a young Cherokee woman who suffered a great atrocity... [click here for more]
On the hunt, your blood races. When something hunts you, it runs cold. Your blood carries the future of Uratha and the burning fire of kuruth. It’s powerful, but ultimately transient.
You know things in your bones. They change with your forms but stay strong. The power of your teeth and claws comes from your bone. It runs deeper than blood, a slow power that doesn’t fade.
So you hunt.... [click here for more]