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Fallout: New Vegas - Points of Divergence [Reboot]

I'm game. Would a tribal type character be allowed?

Book of Aeos (V1)

Would anyone object if I edited my post a bit? I wanna add some more stuff for Caractacus to do before waiting for more posts.

Book of Aeos (V1)

@AtomicNutI will edit. Thanks for telling me so.

Book of Aeos (V1)

Caractacus

Caractacus took in Ysran's sudden change in dermatological disposition, before nodding slowly. "I'm no st-stranger to er, strange things. J-just go talk to the coach man and we can be off." He turned back to the road out of town, eager to be on the move. However, he stopped once more as he heard shouting. He swung about, looking for the source.

"Die!...Again! You rotting things!" It looked like a normal human. She was waving a staff at his newly spawned minions, evidently intent on destroying them. Caractacus wanted to speak up when she failed to cast, but could only watch dumbfounded as she struggled with her catalyst in an attempt to make it obey her. He was afraid she was going to kill or seriously injure herself. She was like some bumbling apprentice.

CRACKOOM! Caractacus nearly jumped out of his robe as the newcomer blasted herself with her own spell, leaving her on her rear in the muddy street. Staring in shocked disbelief, Caractacus wasn't sure what to do, even as Ysran approached to speak with her. "What, no! Get away you freaks! I am not done with you yet!" Caractacus was pleasantly surprised, the newcomer used the plural, referring to him and Ysran. It felt good to not be the sole focus of scorn from a living being.

Caractacus quickly lost the novelty, however, and decided to ignore the living things again. They were distraction enough, and he was tired of having to talk. He began gathering up his undead once again to follow him. Just as he was prepared to leave, again, he was interrupted by yet another stranger come into town. Caractacus could not believe it. It was as though he attracted a swarm of flesh and blood things. He shook his head in frustration. "No! N-no! I have no time. I am sorry, but I-I must keep moving. You may speak to them!" Caractacus waved him back toward Ysran and the woman.

He kept walking, his undead trailing behind, finally leaving the sacked town to take up the new hunt for Tharac. Caractacus went into the woods, trying to follow where Eahara had ran into the woods. After a few minutes of travel, trying and failing to find any indicators of where the kobold had gone, Caractacus was thoroughly turned around, and well and truly lost. At least he still had his zombies.

Book of Aeos (V1)

I'll have a post up today lads.

You know, for a burned out, sacked village, it sure is lively.

Book of Aeos (V1)

Caractacus

Caractacus flinched away from the kobold again as she snapped at Ysran. She stomped off, back into the forest to continue her hunt of the orc warlord. Caractacus looked from Ysran to the rapidly shrinking Eahara, and then back again. He was supposed to be opposing the dark lord and his armies, and yet the prospect of just riding away to be rid of the whole affair seemed promising. Then, Ysran added one more thing. "Although, you'd have to do something with your little horde here. I doubt the cart has room for all of them, not to mention, the driver probably doesn't want zombies on board."

Caractacus hardly noticed the mild deformation of Ysran's hand. Leave his undead behind? He'd be defenseless! Caractacus shook his head. "N-no, I have to-to follow. It's...I need to fight. Yes, I have an obligation!" Nodding fervently, as though to reassure himself more than Ysran, Caractacus swung his hand over his horde, gesturing for them to follow. He started off, then froze. "Wait, not enough, need a few more...

Caractacus slammed his staff into the ground, murmuring words of magic. Dark energy flowed from him, into the ground, though it did not have far to go, as it found a trio of perfect recipients half buried in the mud of the main road. Three dead members of local soldiery, no-doubt cut down in the raid, reanimated and clawed their way to their feet. Caractacus laughed harshly. "Never a shortage. Follow me."

Book of Aeos (V1)

Hey, I'll have a post up tonight. Sorry for my absence.

Book of Aeos (V1)

Caractacus

Caractacus slowly shuffled forward again, kneeling to finally cut through the rest of the ropes holding Eahara. He stumbled back immediately, to get out of range of any retaliatory strike. He sheathed the dagger as well, trying to hide any harmful intentions. "Well, we are all ac-acquainted now, yes? I see no reason for conflict." He nodded quickly. "I-In fact, here, let me just..." With a snap of his fingers, Caractacus's demeanor changed as he started ordering his undead.

"All four of you, step away from them, return to me. All others, return to my side." His orders resonated magically to all the zombies left in the town, and they shambled back toward their master from buildings and side streets, and the four that collected Eahara and Ysran moved into place behind Caractacus.

"There! All's w-well, and no harm has come to any." The confidence gone, Caractacus tried a smile that almost looked convincing. "So you, M-Miss Eahara was it? You hunt Tharac, a servant of the Dark Lord." He nodded toward the kobold. "But what brings an elf like you so close to the danger of the borderlands, Mister Ysran?" He turned, this time addressing the elf.

Book of Aeos (V1)

Well, if I wanted him to be threatening before, he'll never be now.

Book of Aeos (V1)

Caractacus

Caractacus was, needless to say, stunned by the production of a living being in the town. He had, if he were to be honest, performed the sweep more as a formality than expecting any survivors. With from the edge of town came a human, being led along by a clearly very docile zombie. The human itself didn't seem particularly displeased by the development, perhaps a bit bemused.

"Hey, uh... is this yours?" The man gestured toward Caractacus's undead servant. He was not the slightest bit perturbed! Caractacus took a deep breath, and prepared a response that he hoped would be appropriate.

"Yes, it is mine. I am Caractacus, rogue necromancer, foe of the Dark Lord's legion, yet allied to none, I--" Caractacus froze, arms raised as he announced himself, when he heard the sound of struggle and battle. Coming down the street was another living creature, this one carried by a trio of damaged zombies. It was a kobold! A servant of the dark lord, no doubt. It was brought in front of him, still struggling to free itself from its bonds. Caractacus was going to restart his prepared speech when the kobold cut him off with a barked question.

"What do you want, damned human?" Flinching away, Caractacus nearly dropped his staff.

"Ah! Oh, s-sorry, I er, didn't mean for this, l-let me just..." Kneeling down, he produced his dagger to cut the ropes binding the kobold. "Ahem, I wasn't trying to h-hurt you, I ordered them to find anyone alive in the town." Caractacus stopped, halfway through the ropes. "Wait! You're with the Dark Lord's forces, a-aren't you? A kobold. I s-served with them back when I was...No matter. I n-need your word you won't hurt me. Or, uh, him," He pointed at the other human. "before I cut you free, okay?"