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If you want to play both Fallout 3 and New Vegas, I'd recommend trying out A Tale of Two Wastelands.
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Unless the problem is in the air.
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If they at least have the decency to say that they're leaving instead of simply ghosting the RP, that's good enough to me.
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I originally got into forum roleplaying on the official Bethesda Game Studios Forums in 2007 or 2008. When the forums were replaced with Bethesda.net, I was one of several close-knit Fallout RPers who came here.

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Captain Argus Fellborn


"It's complicated," Argus answered, somewhat hesitantly, a bit caught off-guard by the question, "But yes on both counts- my father was a sailor, and so was I. However, my ship was lost to some unseen horror out there, so it may be a while before I return to the sea." He didn't want to elaborate too much, lest he tip off his true, inhuman age, or the true nature of his nautical career to Gilles.

"Besides," he confided, to the headman, removing his hat, "There is much to be done ashore before I can think about heading back out there. I must get my strength back, perhaps ask Julene for help crafting a polearm, and look into whatever is going on with Alavaris."

There wasn't much potential for piracy in this ruined world, but this new world was ripe for exploring, if Argus lived long enough to get back his strength, his ship, and a new crew. Even if the stars and coastlines were the same, the vampire was curious to see what other races and groups had survived the world's end. For now, however, there were more important and immediate matters to address, such as ensuring the survival of these surviving humans, dealing with Alavaris, and fulfilling his bargains with the witch and the spearwoman.

"You mentioned your father possessed a flag. Did you ever see what it looked like when unfolded?" he asked. It was too bad that Julene had caused it to be destroyed, but he was curious what sort of flags were being flown in this new world.

@Rune_Alchemist


The druid had a point- this could be a trap. The wyvern had already proven itself to be equal parts cruel and pragmatic, so an ambush was definitely a possibility. At the same time, however, the wyvern was wounded. Ethelred wasn't sure how serious its wounds were or how quickly it could heal, but if it got away and didn't drop from its wounds, it would recover, then come back and murder more people for its twisted purpose.

"I agree with Luana," Ethelred spoke "It's injured, and if it has any fight left in it, that beast will want to battle us on its own terms. But we also don't want to give it a chance to attend to that chest wound I gave it."

Ordinarily, wounds made by Ethelred's lance didn't initially bleed because the freezing stopped the blood. However, with the way that wyvern's body decayed whatever it touched, its wound was probably already thawed out. With the way that thing rolled, it might cause it to bleed even more vigorously. However, Ethelred wasn't willing to leave it to chance- they had to put it down and make sure it was dead.

"Fortunately, unlike the previous wyverns we've faced, this one travels on the ground and should leave tracks unmistakable for anything else. And even if it doesn't...Luana," he turned to the druid, "Do you think you could track it by scent in one of your animal forms?"

@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist
Fleuri Jodeau


"Certainly, Sir Fionn," Fleuri replied to his fellow knight's request. He'd help to lift the corpse up. "What an atrocity this was," he lamented.

The conspiracy against the princess seemed minor compared to what they were facing. A shard of Orodrunn, an entire fort driven mad and wiped out, this was nothing like he had expected to face in the Iron Roses. It was nothing like he had expected Thaln to face in his lifetime. This could be even worse of a threat to the kingdom than the War of the Red Flag.

"The fact that they used magic should narrow down our culprit a bit," Fleuri remarked to Fionn and Abigail. "I don't know much about curses, but I'm pretty sure that the average hired blade or cutthroat wouldn't be able to do this to someone. Let's hope those outside were able to find more clues."

@The Otter
Roger Falkner


The strange camp wasn't anything quite like Roger had seen before. He couldn't make out their words from this far away, but it sounded foreign. They definitely weren't Ithillane, although they were quite close to the border. Where had they come from, and how had they entered Velt? He hadn't spotted any prisoners, though, perhaps they were stashed away in those strange red tents.

Roger was tempted to fly lower to get a better look, but he couldn't afford to give himself away or give them an opening to shoot at him.

The number of horses was of some concern to Roger. Aside from the possibility that these foreign warriors were skilled horsemen, it also suggested that these foreigners wouldn't have too much trouble fleeing across the border if they wished. With how poor the relations with Ithillin were, with how aggressive their King Rathellion was, a border incident could spark a war, even if the Lions had very good reason for crossing over.

It was a shame that he could not see at night as well as Shortclaw. No doubt the griffin's eyes had seen far greater details of what was going on down there.

He needed to convey this information back to the Steel Princess as quickly as possible. Time was of the essence if they wanted to rescue their people. Roger signalled Shortclaw to return to base. The griffin banked and headed back in the direction of the tomb.

Upon returning to the necromancers' ruined base, they'd touch down in a clear landing spot near Velvetica.

"Commander, I've located the foreigners' camp, not far from the Ithillin border," he announced, not wanting to waste any time. "I've got no idea who they are or where they're from, but they've got strange red domed tents and a lot of horses, definitely not Ithillin's people. I didn't see the captives in there, though."

@VitaVitaAR
Captain Argus Fellborn


So Alavaris still stood, albeit overrun. Argus never cared for spending much time in the city during his time as a vampire, but in the current situation, it would make a good place to regroup, resupply, and perhaps search for the blade that Cynthia desired. With the blood gathered by the gorebats, he should have plenty of sustenance to fuel any efforts to fight back against the monsters that have overrun the city.

Unfortunately, it would be easier said than done, and there was still the much more imminent concern of the surviving villagers. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Gilles had a point- it could be difficult for just the two vampires to escort the entire band of human survivors to Alavaris safely. And that was assuming that they could be convinced to comply, because even after everything that had happened, they may find the familiarity of these dark woods to be less discomforting than the walls of the once-great vampire city.

For now, Argus saw no harm with accepting the village leader's hospitality. There were some things that he needed to sit down and take care of, such as penning new articles of piracy, and this would be a good time to do it. There was, however, one other matter that needed to be addressed.

"I would be grateful for your hospitality, Mister Gilles," Argus said, bowing, "But there is a dire matter to discuss- what will you do with your dead? There is grisly necromancy afoot, and you do not to risk your dead getting back up."

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
Edit: Double post.
Sentinel Derek Irving- Hidden Valley Bunker

Sentinel Irving stood next to Head Paladin Hardin in the radio comms room, looking down over a map of the Mojave with various pins sticking in it. He always preferred to lead from the field rather than hidden away in a bunker. Even so, he was able to recognize the need to coordinate forces from a command center, and this particular instance definitely called for it. This was going to be a busy day for the Brotherhood. They were performing simultaneous several surface operations in broad daylight, making preparations for what would lie ahead. Their surface teams consisted of knights and scribes, disguised as wastelanders, with a few eyebots. Encrypted radio signals, routed through the Black Mountain facility, would be their means of communication with the bunker. Even so, their orders were to use radio minimally.

The Sentinel was still looking over the map. It had four locations pinned- Primm, NCRCF, REPCONN headquarters, and the Strip.. With the Brotherhood's presence no longer a secret, they needed to be able to act, and to act, they needed intel. Irving was looking over the map locations when one of the teams radioed back.

"This is Veronica. I've got all of your Brahmin Burger orders, I'm heading home now."

"Knowing Veronica, that means she's completed her objective without any problems," Hardin remarked, unsure if the Sentinel was already familiar with how goofy that particular scribe could be.

Despite Irving's frustration with Veronica's tendency to joke around in very serious situations, this was good news. Since the Battle of Helios One, Veronica probably had spent more time on the surface than the rest of the chapter combined. Irving didn't like risking her for grocery duty when the NCR had clearly caught their scent, but that was why they had sent her to Primm. She already had a bit of a reputation in the town as a tinker and scavenger. In fact, it was in Primm, and by Veronica's hand, that the Brotherhood obtained the Enclave's prototype Eyebot, an act that may have very well convinced the western Elders of the worth and usefulness of the Mojave chapter.

"We can't risk her doing this routinely," Irving remarked. "The NCR will notice, but it should help buy us some time while we sort out..."

He was interrupted by one of the radios crackling to life.

"Command, this is Kristof. Surveillance completed. Awaiting further orders."

"Hardin, what is your assessment of the NCR presence in the Mojave?" the Sentinel asked the Head Paladin.

"You're referring to Colonel Abernathy's 3rd Infantry Battalion? They are a far cry from the mismanaged conscripts that made up much of the NCR's occupying forces at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam," Hardin answered. "They've spent the last several years occupying the Mojave without support from either the NCR or the local population, so most of them are hardened veterans."

"However," Hardin continued, "Much of the 3rd's military might is tied up maintaining order. He and his troops are very unpopular with the local population, so Abernathy must commit many of his troops to keeping them under control. If we were to face him, he could not bring the full strength of the 3rd against us without inviting considerable unrest among the locals. If he were to sustain enough casualties, or if his army's grip on the region was otherwise weakened, his ability to project his forces would be diminished even further."

"And what of the Van Graffs?" the Sentinel asked. "What do you think of them?"

"Filthy arms dealers," Hardin replied in a disgusted tone. "Back when we first went underground, their only presence in the city was a small weapons facility in Freeside, but the Elder refused to allow me to take action even when it became clear that the NCR did not have the strength to stop us. Now there's a damned Van Graff president in California, and those in the Mojave are sitting on the REPCONN Headquarters and whatever pre-war tech that may have survived the bombs."

"Yes, they're definitely a serious threat," the Sentinel remarked. "On a regional scale, their energy weapons could provide any fool with enough caps a weapon that can potentially punch through power armor. On a larger scale, they have the NCR's army at their beck and call. And...on a global scale, I fear they may be foolish enough to meddle in forces that they do not comprehend, like the Green. Abernathy may be ruthless, but he and his troops have experienced firsthand the ruination that playing with The Green will bring and so far appear to have learned their lesson. The Van Graffs back in California, by contrast, have not."

The radio once again crackled to life.

"This is Redmond. Surveillance completed. Awaiting further orders."

"I wonder, though- if the Van Graffs were to assert their authority in the Mojave, would Abernathy comply?" Irving asked. "He and his battalion predate the Van Graff administration, and they've been been cut off from the NCR for quite some time. Long enough to discard many of the NCR's purported values. Long enough to forge bonds between each other rather than their distant rulers."

"Do you truly believe that the Colonel might resist?" Hardin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure, but it's happened before in the Brotherhood," Irving answered. "But if we are able to avoid uniting them against us, it would be to our benefit, especially if..."

"It's your son again. The Strip is really something. If you're important enough, you'd never have to actually sleep in your own bed."

"That's all of them," Hardin reported, glancing at the scribe operating the radios, then at the Sentinel. "What are your orders?"

"Recall Kristof and Redmond back to base," he ordered. "And...inform Sato and Hoss to keep a radio tuned to that strange signal we picked up. If it fires up again, I want to triangulate it."
Fleuri Jodeau


This looks promising, Fleuri thought as he found the captain's journal in the desk. Unfortunately, it looked like whoever had murdered the man had also taken steps to cover their tracks- many of the journal's pages had been ripped out.

Even so, they hadn't been quite thorough enough when covering their tracks, because he did find one relevant passage still intact. It didn't tell much, but it did confirm that the fort captain knew about the shard, and was in contact with someone other than the crown. Whoever it was, the captain didn't believe that their correspondence- whatever it was- went against his duties to the crown. Clearly, his faith must have been misplaced, because somehow it had led to the deaths of himself and and everyone entrusted to his command.

"I found something, Sir Fionn," Fleuri informed his knight-brother. "It looks like the fort captain's journal. A lot of it has been ripped out, but they didn't get everything- there's still one passage of relevance." Fleuri offered the journal to Fionn. He wasn't sure if the former mercenary would be able to get anything more out of it, but it was worth letting him look at it.

@VitaVitaAR@The Otter


"Yes, and I fear we'll be fighting a lot more wyverns in the near future," Ethelred replied to Luana as he sat up.

Ethelred didn't pay Luana's withdrawal of her aid any mind- it was normal to be hesitant to touch someone encased in frozen crystalline armor, especially if they were able to maim or kill by touch. He was much more focused on examining his shoulders for any sign of damage or envenomation from that wyvern's death-inflicting claws. Fortunately, his armor appeared to be unmarred, and more importantly, he didn't feel like falling over dead. His lance also seemed to be intact.

"I don't feel like I'm dying, and my armor doesn't appear to be damaged," he answered her question, looking over his pauldrons. For a few moments, though, he really had been worried that he was going to die when the wyvern placed its claws on him. Evidently, his crystalline armor had protected him. "I'd rather not test the limits of what I can survive, though."

"I'd appreciate your assistance. Don't worry, I can control my freezing, and I'm quite safe to touch right now," he said, extending his hand to her."

Once the Frozen Knight was back on his feet, he immediately turned his focus on carrying out Sorcha's orders. If she wanted this wyvern pursued and killed, he'd do everything in his power to take care of it. He mounted his icy horse and rode over to Lonan.

"I'm ready, Sir Lonan. What is your plan?" With Lonan able to summon a spectral steed and Luana's powers of shapeshifting, they should be able to set off in immediate pursuit, if Lonan wished it.

Ethelred was curious as to why Sorcha wanted Elias with her. With his ability to come back from even being burned to ash, and his superhuman strength, he seemed to be the perfect person for fighting the wyvern. Sorcha, however, evidently believed that Ethelred, Lonan, and Luana would be able to handle it, and Ethelred trusted in her wisdom.

@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist@Guy0fV4lor
Roger Falkner


"Yes commander, we'll begin searching right away," Roger replied to Velvetica. He wasted no time rushing out of the tomb and heading up to the surface. He was all too glad to get out of that eerie burial vault. Enclosed spaces were such a bother to fight in for Roger- no easy means of escape, less room to maneuver, and most importantly, he couldn't have Shortclaw watching his back.

Speaking of Shortclaw, where was the griffin? Roger didn't see him in the camp, and for a moment a feeling of worry came over him. He might have been tamed and trained, but an unattended griffin could potentially get into a lot of trouble.

"Shortclaw...Shortclaw!" he shouted, calling for his mount. He wouldn't be able to perform his scouting duties without the griffin.

A few moments later, the griffin seemingly dropped out of the sky near Roger, landing on his feet with feline grace and producing enough wind to scatter debris and nearly knock the startled knight off his feet. Evidently, Shortclaw had been sitting on the outcrop that loomed over the tomb.

I really must remember to look up more, he mused, relieved that his worries were unfounded.

Once he regained his balance, Roger hurried over to his mount and climbed into the saddle. The griffin took off, scattering more of the shattered barricades and broken torches beneath them. The search for the foreigners had begun.

@VitaVitaAR
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