Free New Texas
23-01-2006, 09:56
San Antonio, Texas
1863
The air was dank, the stench of whiskey and the leaky spittoon standing in stark contrast to the faint oder of horse manure wafting gently through the open windows. Over the door, a faded sign in a western font proclaimed "saloon" for all to see. Behind the bar, an aged bartender polished dirty mugs over an even more aged rifle, shifting his gaze over the rowdy poker-players, eying the sixguns at each of their hips.
In the corner sat an ancient Mexican, a broad grin masked slightly by his gray beard, and flabby hips sagging over his belt. An group of empty shot glasses stacked in a make-shift pyramid, looming over a bottle of clear-colored liquid. A strange looking man sat opposite him, his clothes a mixture of normal cow-leather and Indian feathers, a look of bewilderment spread across his face. In a deep, accented English, the Mexican continued his conversation, the stranger's replies inaudible to anyone else.
"Not from around here, eh, amigo?"
"What city is this? San Antonio! Didn't you see it on the signo grande coming into town?"
"What do you mean 'what country?' This is Tejas!"
"Táysha, Tejas, Texas! Not ringing bells in la cabeza?
"Si, I could tell you about Texas. What do you want to know, amigo?"
"History? Where you been, hombre, under a rock?"
"Okay, then. It all started in year of 1836, when a group of greedy Americanos decided they did not want to live under the rule of México. On March second, they sign La declaración de la Independencia. A month later, they beat the forces of México at San Jacinto, and they have it. La República de Tejas is born, and for nine years, we are free. Though perhaps for wrong reasons. The United States, country next-door, began to talk about annexation of Texas into their "Union", and it did look like that would happen with Texan support, until a few Americano diplomats and officials were shot dead in Austin, and all talks stopped. The Americanos were angry, they thought their people were killed by our government. Within days, they attacked Texas with their army. We fought our second War of Independence, and pushed the Americanos back, out of Tejas and into the United States. Many men died, mostly Americanos, before peace was declared, and again we are free. Government is reformed, and constitution, she is rewritten. Slavery, cause of first war with México, is outlawed! We become Free New Tejas. We become strong, our cities big, army powerful, at least in the center."
"The United States? They forget about us now. We beat them so bad they are losing war against Confederacy."
"We do not fight in their war, we need to worry about ourselves, first, amigo."
"Well, si, I know Texas sounds good, but we have problems too, eh? Our borders big, not enough men to protect it all. The west, controlled by Apache and Comanche, the south, barren, few men there, live is ruled by the rifle and the cajones. Here in Central Tejas, we are strong together, but that is it."
“Amigo, there I cannot help you. You want to help, join the army. You look like good shooter, they could use you, I think.”
“If you need a place to go, stay with my niece, she live cross town, here, I write the address. You can read, si?”
“Good, good. Okay, I must go. Good luck, my friend.”
OoC: This is the new introduction/storyline RP I’m going to be doing, telling the story of a Texas that never joined the United States and a man that doesn’t remember his past. Feedback is welcome, if you would like to take part in the story, TG me and I shall find a way to incorporate your character into the plot (but please keep it within reason).
1863
The air was dank, the stench of whiskey and the leaky spittoon standing in stark contrast to the faint oder of horse manure wafting gently through the open windows. Over the door, a faded sign in a western font proclaimed "saloon" for all to see. Behind the bar, an aged bartender polished dirty mugs over an even more aged rifle, shifting his gaze over the rowdy poker-players, eying the sixguns at each of their hips.
In the corner sat an ancient Mexican, a broad grin masked slightly by his gray beard, and flabby hips sagging over his belt. An group of empty shot glasses stacked in a make-shift pyramid, looming over a bottle of clear-colored liquid. A strange looking man sat opposite him, his clothes a mixture of normal cow-leather and Indian feathers, a look of bewilderment spread across his face. In a deep, accented English, the Mexican continued his conversation, the stranger's replies inaudible to anyone else.
"Not from around here, eh, amigo?"
"What city is this? San Antonio! Didn't you see it on the signo grande coming into town?"
"What do you mean 'what country?' This is Tejas!"
"Táysha, Tejas, Texas! Not ringing bells in la cabeza?
"Si, I could tell you about Texas. What do you want to know, amigo?"
"History? Where you been, hombre, under a rock?"
"Okay, then. It all started in year of 1836, when a group of greedy Americanos decided they did not want to live under the rule of México. On March second, they sign La declaración de la Independencia. A month later, they beat the forces of México at San Jacinto, and they have it. La República de Tejas is born, and for nine years, we are free. Though perhaps for wrong reasons. The United States, country next-door, began to talk about annexation of Texas into their "Union", and it did look like that would happen with Texan support, until a few Americano diplomats and officials were shot dead in Austin, and all talks stopped. The Americanos were angry, they thought their people were killed by our government. Within days, they attacked Texas with their army. We fought our second War of Independence, and pushed the Americanos back, out of Tejas and into the United States. Many men died, mostly Americanos, before peace was declared, and again we are free. Government is reformed, and constitution, she is rewritten. Slavery, cause of first war with México, is outlawed! We become Free New Tejas. We become strong, our cities big, army powerful, at least in the center."
"The United States? They forget about us now. We beat them so bad they are losing war against Confederacy."
"We do not fight in their war, we need to worry about ourselves, first, amigo."
"Well, si, I know Texas sounds good, but we have problems too, eh? Our borders big, not enough men to protect it all. The west, controlled by Apache and Comanche, the south, barren, few men there, live is ruled by the rifle and the cajones. Here in Central Tejas, we are strong together, but that is it."
“Amigo, there I cannot help you. You want to help, join the army. You look like good shooter, they could use you, I think.”
“If you need a place to go, stay with my niece, she live cross town, here, I write the address. You can read, si?”
“Good, good. Okay, I must go. Good luck, my friend.”
OoC: This is the new introduction/storyline RP I’m going to be doing, telling the story of a Texas that never joined the United States and a man that doesn’t remember his past. Feedback is welcome, if you would like to take part in the story, TG me and I shall find a way to incorporate your character into the plot (but please keep it within reason).