The colonists are drawn to the town of Moonshine in search of a better life, as the small town if well known for its vast mineral veins, hidden in the mountain ranges close to the town, just waiting to be mined. Of course, with wealth comes both traders and bandits. Some time after the town was established, the settlers discovered that there was a strange aura to the town, dangerously vicious at night, but dormant during the day. When groups of miners started disappearing, the remaining settlers bound together a rag tag group of people with different skill sets, to try and find the missing miners, and discover the source of the strange activities. Some of the group are doing it for money, some are doing it for the town, and yet others are doing it simply to survive. After two years, there was no sign of the miners, and many horrifying creatures emerged from both the mines and the surrounding area. A beacon of hope for the remaining settlers emerged in the from of a mysterious design, carved into the side of the mining mountain. This carving, loosely translated by a friendly Native American, was said to mark the mysteries of the treasures inside. The only problem is that the Native who translated the design was suddenly cursed into a deep sleep by some mysterious force. Yet with all the things happening in Moonshine, people seemed to catch a bit more interest in it. Traders hoping to sell all sorts of things that might help, people coming to see the horrifying creatures or simply people wanting the excitement of fighting such things. And lest we forget, bandits trying to use all that was happening in the area to hide themselves and their activities. Deputy Smith steps out of the Sheriff's office, looking down the dusty streets of the small town of Moonshine. The town was in a rather bad shape, seeing as it's main income had disappeared with the miners. Though, apparently, someone had seen some of the miners in the next town over, Southfire, and Smith had gotten the task of checking it out, to see if they were truly there, or if it was nothing but an empty rumor. As he walked along the road, towards the stables, he started rolling himself a cigar. It wasn't exactly going to be a short, pleasant trip through the prairie, though at least the tobacco would make it slightly more bearable. As he got onto his horse, he remembered something though. His revolver had broken down during the last attack, in a rather bad situation. He had to fix that before he left town. Luckily there was a gunsmith in town. He parked his horse in front of the shop, climbed off it and walked into the store, a bell over the door announcing his entry. As he spotted the owner, he almost regretted not having shaved or anything before his trip. "Morning Miss Tourney. I don't suppose you've got the time to have a look at my revolver? It doesn't revolve after getting a bit beaten up in the last attack."