Brimstone Boot Hill
Away from the town, one finds this to be the most peaceful place in Brimstone. There are a multitude of grave markers here, some a fancy stone chiseled with proper epitaphs, others nothing more than a simple wooden cross adorned with a name. Walking around, one spots names of some local notoriety.
A marble headstone reads: Here lies Jeremiah Storm, a brave preacher who had just come to Brimstone and went on a mission to search for lost Confederate gold. He died attempting to defeat a crazed mad scientist's insect creatures that had been forged from the gold. Leave further remembrances below. May he rest in peace.
A granite headstone reads: Here lies Quinn Nazene. A strange but energetic woman who's gadgets were geared toward mobility. She died in a hail of gunfire after in a fit of misguided rage killed a man she had believed to have hurt her adopted son, Timothy.
A small marble headstone reads: Here lies Timothy hater of cinnamon. He died via vore by raptor. Surely they mean gored by a bird of prey...
A Large marble headstone reads: Here lies Felix Darcy, an upbeat adrenaline junkie who was hellbent on fixing broken things. His best friend was a like-minded individual known as Quinn Nazene, whom had never received his last gift for her. He died when-" The next part is scratched out. Something about "Freedom" is all that can be made out. "-he was executed by a firing squad for his crimes in Brimstone.
A granite headstone reads: Here lies Alex Williams, a good friend, loving husband, and hopefully a redeemed Williams. he leaves behind his two siblings who he leaves one message 'Fight the good fight, don't let me be the last of the good Williams'
A marble headstone reads: Here lies Albrecht Von Manstein, he stuck his nose into everyone's business and he died doing what he thought was right.
A small wooden headstone reads: Here lies John Williams who no matter how many times he went down he always got up and tried again.
A military headstone reads: Here lies 2nd lieutenant Christian "Timothy" Taylor...to all his soldiers he leaves behind his incorruptible spirt...and hopefully a inspiration to bring honor to the uniform, along with the ever present moto of the US Army...." "This We'll Defend"
A large wooden grave marker reads: Here lies the baddest bitch Delta 'Berserker' Redgraves, known for her martial prowess and proclivity for losing her temper. She'd went down swinging and allowed Caleb to mercifully turn her to dust after she was turned into a vampire. That last part makes no sense...
A simple headstone tops a grave filled with sandbags and reads: Here lies Henry Ollerton. Physician, officer, entrepreneur, and gentleman. He gave his life for the adventure he loved.
A gravestone topped with a Stetson hat and Roy's badge adorns a new grave. It reads: Here lies Roy Munny. Hired hand, soldier in the CSA, and 15-year veteran of the Territorial Rangers. No yankee bullet could kill this Texan- for he was cruelly slain most perfidiously by monsters in Canada. Monsters?
An empty coffin fills this grave, which is adorned with a simple tombstone. It reads: Here lies Charles Tulane, born a slave, died a freeman.
A large wooden grave marker reads: Here lies Kiligan a man that died by the stupidity of one person that could have done differently but they did not.
There’s no grave, but a headstone reads: Here would lie Beck Lindsay, dearly missed friend and cherished husband. Not-so-missed nor cherished cocaine terrorist.
A headstone tops a grave with a buffalo headdress. Her grandfather's musket rests on it along with her buffalo cloak. It reads: Here lies Sarah Meoquanee, the squaw who became a brave." Days later, the headstone was smashed, the grave was empty, and the musket, cloak and headdress were gone.
A simple wooden stake with a small plaque reads: Here lies Washed face. Hunter of demons and one who walked without fear. Pshhh...demons...
A simple wooded cross stuck in the ground reads: Lord Canterhorn. Father. A rosary is draped over the top.
a costly marble headstone with the Rocking C brand reads: Gus McClane, beloved brother and friend. Victim of an unfortunate accident. You will be missed.
A simple headstone reads: death by greater evil fulfilling their duties as a child of Xonaxi and one of the cloud people. Some time after Shon's passing, a large black dog with a shock of white hair on head and and a monarch butterfly emerge from the ground right by the remnants of a dying tree. The monarch butterfly flits to a barely seen rope that resembles a drying vine. The dog tugs it unearthing a sled like bit of board covered with various burlap bags. The butterfly flits to one particular bag releasing a vapor into it. In a flurry of petals, the dog transforms into a person who looks much like Shon. They dig a hole at base of the tree with hands, then take the idol out of the bag setting it in the hole, bite their finger dripping blood on it before covering it with pine needles and a bit of coconut wood, blood mixing with the the fibers, finally toping the spot with a papaya and some bits of obsidian. Purple wisps go around the tree, then back into the ground as the Shaman finishes turning self back into a dog and taking the sled off. Every year near the end of fall, monarch butterflies flit in the limbs of the thriving tree, while various animals stop by with dried and fresh fruits. Some swear that in moonlight, the mist resembles a dog herding the butterflies towards the clouds.