The Warmbloods of Bardo's Bluff

The mortals who call the valley their home are cobbled from mean dirt and meaner spirits. It takes a lot of gumption to survive everyday in a place that you rather see you die. People are more worried about staying alive, tend to miss stories about the dead. Those stories are told in spades around the campfires in the desert. But the people who travel west looking for gold or a fresh start have never heard ghost stories like the ones that come out of Iron Ridge.

Iron Ridge is one of the main town's of Scorpions Gulch with humble beginnings as a mining operation. These miners have seen and heard enough to make you sleep with one eye open. Also the stories aren't true. But every once in a while they'll talk about a person who came up out of the mines and headed to the city or kept back the night by speaking tongues.

The day to day of peoples lives here are fuelled with strive and hard work. But if you know anyone who works hard, they play hard too. Live is celebrated in the valley there is as much importance but on making it another day as there is remembering someone who's journey is over. Funeral rites in Scorpions Gulch have taken a turn for the hotter in recent times. The push to have funeral parlours has increased, advertised as a more honourable way to send of the dead.

But the people don't know about Death Valley can hurt them. But believing a ghost story and seeing a ghost are two very different things around these parts.