The story of Deadlands continues.
The Last War on Earth destroyed the "Tunnel," the galactic wormhole between home and the colonists of the Faraway System.
Now they're trapped in the mining colonies of deep space or the lone inhabitable and often hostile planet of Banshee. Ancient and evil creatures called the Skinnies see their chance to strike, rallying Banshee's native anouks... [click here for more]
The Deadlands: Lost Colony GM Screen Inserts contain full-color landscape format pages for the Customizable GM Screen and features art from the setting! This has all the tables and handy reference items a GM needs to play!
DEADLANDS: LOST COLONY is a roleplaying game set in the award-winning, best-selling Deadlands series. It requires the... [click here for more]
Where’s The Beef?
That’s the question a lot of folks around Near Wichita have been asking themselves lately. Seems that a band of mutants have been rustling their cattle-and even taken to stealing it straight out of the local saloon! But after so many years of relative peace, why are the mutants stooping to thievery now? When a hero named Teller comes to town, he quickly becomes entangled... [click here for more]
1999.It's two in the morning. The office is forty stories up, high above the sirens, the gunshots, the cries of pain and anguish that are the city at night. Michael is bathed in the glow of his laptop, typing furiously as he navigates the labyrinthine directories of the corporate mainframe. In the pale light of the doorway, Laenna's silhouette stirs."Someone's... [click here for more]
Escorts do the grunt work.. " Yeee-Haw!" came the scream across the headset. " Pipe down; Mike, some of us are trying to concentrate!" Will yelled back as he squeezed off another salvo of missiles toward the fleeing Imperial Nighthawks. "We have 'em on the run. Don't let 'em get away." "They're trying to use that moon for cover." "Mike take your wing left... [click here for more]
Les morts marchent parmi nous!
La Mort règne en maître ici. La terre brûlée par le soleil, le nœud coulant vide et menaçant dans l’arbre du pendu, les vautours au plumage taché de sang volant en cercle dans le ciel... Le Sud-Ouest sauvage a soif d’âmes. Assure-toi qu’il ne boive pas la tienne, partenaire. La Mort aux trousses présente les lieux étranges et les personnages... [click here for more]
ALL IN A DAY'S WORK Joy and bloodlust coursed through Drascal's body as the Jii seemed to explode an instant before his torpedoes hit. That joy turned to fear as his torps impacted with a fiery sphere of plasma, doing, no damage to the ship within. He opened fire with his Ion Ram and missed. "They have some kind of plaz-screening," he thought, as panic welled up within him. "I can't... [click here for more]