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I went and posted. Decided to keep the rampage local. For now.
With the storm over, and yet more of the survivors arising from their bunkers, Obadiah was sure of two things. She needed to be on the move quickly, and she needed to know where the Legion tribe were. The garrison was far too small to defend a town, which meant the rest were either on the move, or dead, and Obadiah did not trust her luck for the latter to be true.

Obadiah decided to work on the second problem first. Maybe one of the locals knew something? She selected one at random, a slight, brown-haired man, in a blue jacket, and with a pair of glasses. Approaching the man, who was too busy shouting about his good fortune to have survived such destruction to notice her approach, she grabbed him first by the shoulder, then by the throat. "You. Where did the Legion tribe go?"

The man gasped, choking and struggling to escape. "Gack! Ack! I don't kno--"

"Liar!" Obadiah cut him off, shaking him like a newborn. "You tell me where Legion went or I choke you to death!" She tightened her grip on the man's throat, further strangling his speech.

"Don't--know--can't--breath!" He struggled all the more as she began to lift him off the ground, giving a final, violent shake before dropping him. He collapsed in a heap, coughing and gasping. She swept her gaze about, looking for her next victim. A few of them, apparently in the know, quickly scrambled to point out the way the Legion went, east out of the town, and down the road.

Obadiah smiled, she had a heading now. A force of that size should be easy to track out in the Mojave. The storm seemed localized, and wouldn't have blown away evidence of a Legion force very far out of town. Obadiah started down the road, sure of her ability to hunt down her foes, and even more sure she could stalk and kill however many were out there.
Gym time, and then I post tonight!

Ultimatum time: I may well move on from Nipton if Grec doesn't post, just cause I feel the need. The need to read! (And write)
I'm just waiting on remipa, then I'm game to go.
Obadiah waved off Tatsuya as he stopped to check on her well being. She was fine, for now. The storm had already reached Nipton, unnaturally fast, and from what she could hear, Obadiah knew the town was already destroyed. And then, just as quickly as the storm materialized and tore through, it stopped. "No average storm. The Fires have flared in vengeance." She nodded, satisfied with the explanation. She stepped up from her position sitting on the floor, to approach the stairs leading up and out of the cellar. She pushed open the door, and stepped out into the remains of Nipton.

Obadiah's guess was right; there was hardly anything left of Nipton. There was naught but piles of shattered rubble, and the foundations of buildings to mark where a small town once stood. "The storm is over." Obadiah called down to her comrade. "Come, there is yet more Legion to hunt." She stepped out onto the street, watching as a few of the braver townsfolk stepped out from their shelters. "Let this be lesson. The world hates those who submit so willingly." Obadiah thought with satisfaction over Nipton's grim fate. With no true town left, those that lived there would surely scatter to the wind, and any who tried to rebuild would simply prolong the place's death, and speed their own.
@Aquanthe

What page were those on? I'm flipping through them, but apparently I suck.

In any case, I'm always a fan of the Azeroth standard royal blue with gold trim.
Ideas for team names:

The Sunbros

The Abusement Park

The French Toast Mafia

Jumping Amazing Super Optimistic Noodle Squad

Crack-Smoking Monkeys

The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles

Your thoughts?


I'm gonna have to go with the Sunbros. I been rocking with the Warriors since game one.
Caractacus

The necromancer watched her as the warrior continued chatting, acting friendly. It was disconcerting, as though she were trying to keep him disarmed. I won't fall for it. Caractacus thought, dropping the fake smile. He stopped sweeping the treeline for a moment to focus as she continued speaking. Evidently, she was less the hunter than she was taken for, more a warrior. Her armor seemed more for combat than stalking some beast in the woods. Caractacus let out a small laugh, this one far more genuine than his earlier attempt, at Kathryn's joke. "No, no, that was f-funny. Quite funny."

The warrior was clearly still anxious about the undead, she clearly flicked her gaze to watch them as they worked. Though maybe she was watching the spectacle of a half-dozen zombies gathering wood with the characteristic intelligence of their kind. Still, they surely were going at least as fast as if Caractacus were doing the work himself, and they didn't get tired. Caractacus considered Kathryn's help to gather firewood for the night. On the one hand, it would make the work itself faster. On the other, she could simply be using it as part of a convoluted plot to get him away from his zombies and murder him. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't think..." Caractacus stopped, turning to watch as one of the zombies started ripping and tearing at the bark of a tree. "I suppose that yes, I'd l-like your help some. Not that I cannot, b-but...yes, thank you."

Turning back to look at his compeer, cocking his head to look at her as she removed her helmet. It certainly made her seem less threatening, or at least less immediately ready for combat. "It is not so strange. Is it weird when you hold your sword? They are like tools. They-they do the work of people, but are not so treacherou--that is, not s-so unreliable. Er, no, that does not work either..." Caractacus shook his head. "In any m-matter, I am quite accustomed to their p-presence. The dead can serve in a multitude of ways." An idea struck him as he looked at her bow. "In f-fact, I think I could help you with your work as well. If you need it, of course."
He's back! Hide the porno and the blow!
Oh god, he's been found out! Everyone will know Caractacus is a social reject! They'll laugh at him, and pelt him with oranges! And the pretty cheerleader won't go with him to prom!

Hang on, I think I'm mixing something up...
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