Harrowed Pines
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Obadiah Davis aspired to live the life of a country preacher. Fate intervenes and now the dead walk among us, more ornery than ever. Obadiah made a pledge long ago to fight against the evil which has befallen us, now listen as he tells his tales of the Weird South.
This story borrows heavily from the Deadlands: Reloaded Roleplaying Game, produced by Studio 2 Publishing Inc., and Pinnacle Entertainment Group. If you'd like to find out more about Deadlands, visit www.peginc.com.
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