Welcome to Deadlands: Anastasis & Wormwood.

Denver: Queen City of the Plains

You may hear the pining notes of the Spanish guitar, brought in from the mountains south of here and New Mexico. The plains may bring their deep gray clouds to crash against the Rockies. The steel snake, the great wyrm that stretches across the new American frontier, may have brought you in a great exhalation of smoke. Coming to rest in the shadow of the giants, you may still hear the long note of a forlorn wolf calling you to the open, lost wilds. But all roads end here in Denver. Kind of like they talk about hell, heheh, but we’re not quite that far on the rail. That would be the next and last stop. Take a load off; stay a while.


  • artwork by Yaroslav Gerzhedovich

    Our city lies at the tangled center where snow-covered trails slip like fingers off the dark mountains. Something about the place has always drawn the meanest, the ugliest, the down right rotten. A bad moon rises over Denver City. The shiny pieces of metal miners found earlier this century brought the first rush, and with it greed and fear and bloodthirst. The Sioux have said we abuse the land’s bounty and the spirits punish all of us or it. Most believe they cursed us by bringing down all kinds of ancient terrors from the dark Rockies. But still our city brings in more. Come here ye outlaws, your penniless snakeoil salesmen, and your most hard-bitten killers – she calls to all of you. A will’o’wisp she is, she promises something for everyone. A gateway to the west, a gateway to the civilized east. The cattle ranger, the trader, the marshal on his hunt for prey, all have their reasons, and come running in from the massive dust storms off the plains or the driving rains or the brutal winds that come off the Rockies, or the crushing silence of the winter snows.

    But for all of that stink – oh yeh that brings quite a ripeness with it! – I wouldn’t give it up. You see, us Denver folk are a different breed. The lonesome and lost, those looking for a second chance, we don’t see a better place for it. If this is a place of purgatory where demons come riding through the night, we’re the lot that face it with eyes wide open. We don’t fool ourselves by asking why is it we deserve such a thing. We know we deserve it, but someone has to pull the six iron out and get to work.

    Night is fallin’ so you might as well pick your way through the railway crowds and find yourself a watering hole. Settle in, and get to know the place, there’s a tale or two to be had here. The Queen has a lot to offer for those who are willing to pay its price.

    “There is no law, no restraint in this seething cauldron of vice and depravity.” – The New York Tribune describing Abilene, Kansas.

    anastasis, noun ‎(plural anastases)
    From Ancient Greek ἀνάστασις ‎(anástasis, “resurrection”).
    - A recovery from a debilitating condition, especially human tissue.
    - Rebirth.
    - Resurrection, especially resurrection of Jesus Christ.
    - in Byzantine culture- referring to Christ’s Harrowing of Hell

    wormwood, noun
    Revelation 8:10-11: “The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water—the name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter.”

    • banner artwork by Kekai Kotaki

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