The Whacko

Long Live The Queen

"You've no need to thank me, your majesty. I only do my duty as lord and as a loyal member of the nobility." Krager said with a smile, his armory rattling as he sat heavily at the table. The party present was....odd, to be sure. The first introduced himself as Thom, and already Krager felt a strong dislike for this one. Thieves made for poor company. The other was, to his surprise, Yeojin. He'd seen plenty when he fought in that bloody campain, mostly the savages butchering their fellows over some ethnic feud that to him seemed plainly idiotic. "Hail, friends. As lord of Karthwasten I welcome you to Farthing, and to this party." He raised his mug, the bright cider sloshing with the movement. "Ita good to see that there is still some loyalty left in this land." He paused when more entered the tavern. More foreigners, he saw, and then Sir Rand. He let out a hearty chuckle as he knocked back a long drink of the potent cider. "Strange that we've as many foreigners in this party as natives. No matter, any aid's welcome in these times."

Your Political Ideology

Registered independent, and thanks to SJWs and their psychotic cronies, leaning towards the right.

Long Live The Queen

"Lord Corbray returns! Lord Corbray returns victorious!" Came the cry from the south gate. Peasants stopped in middle of their chores as the words rang out, cries of joy quickly begining to sound throughout the dusty marketplace and the crowds gathered to welcome home their liege and his host. The banner of House Corbray, the teal snake upon a field of tan and burgandy, whipped in the wind as the thirty horses came to the gate at a gallop. At the head of the column rode a man that, were it not for the impressive plate armor and rich surcoat matching his house's banner, could easily be mistaken for a commonn farmer. With his receding hairline, thick mustahce and generally non-regal face, it was almost a comical sight for those unfamiliar with the man. Lord Krager Corbray smiled at the peasants as they cheered at his return, his pig-faced helmet tucked under his arm and mace rattling witch eager step the large spotted gray beneth him made. The battle had been a victory, and he took what small comfort he could from the fact that only two of the horses were returning riderless. He would see to those mens' families. Slowly the column came to a halt in the center of town, his gray snorting as it relieved itself right then and there. That never helped with speeches. "People of Farthing, my friends, we claim another victory over the usurper today! His raiders in our lands lay dead at Lake Karth, and Ovorion is reminded the people of Karthwasten will not submit to a traitor's rule!" He hated speeches, really, but they helped with the people's morale, and these days that was as valuable as a sword and soldier. The peasants let out another cheer, and Krager couldn't help the faint smile on his lips, even as he looked back at his exhausted soldiers. He dismounted with the aid of his squire, a younger woman of around 20 years of age garbed in splintmail and a tan surcoat. His troops followed suit, and within minutes they were in the tavern. "See to my men and feed them well! They've fought well today." He told the barkeep as he slid the handful of silver coins across the counter, then turned to seek out Rhysln. It was time to discuss the future.

Long Live The Queen

Name: Krager Corbray Age: 46 Gender: Male Personality: Krager is, for the most part, a just and honorable man, firm but fair in his dealings with his subjects. His belief is that power is a responsibility rather than a privilege, and he is quick to remind other lords and ladies of this whenever he sees the common corruption in the noble houses. He has a great love for his family (With the exception of his deceased eldest son for obvious reason) and those that serve under him, and has been known to challenge knights to duels for grave insults to his servants. Aside from this, he is depenable, holds a digust for sham and a contempt for pettiness. Role/Title: Noble, Lord of Karthwasten, the hold Farthing belongs to (If that's cool. If not I'll edit right away.) History: There isn't too much to be said about Krager. Born the eldest son to Barnabus Corbray, he was grew admiring his father for the deeds he had done on the battlefield and his just ruling of his hold. All of his childhood and teenage years were spent emulating his father and preparig for when he would next rule. Against most holds' traditions he married a common woman, a blacksmith from Farthing, with his father's blessing and with her sired four sons. Sadly his wife passed from a stroke only months after he took up his father's title after his death. In the next few years he gained some large amount of fame and infamy when, after discovering his eldest son had made a habit of raping village girls in secret, he beat the beat the boy to death in full view of his squire and master-at-arms. shouting "I'll have a corpse for an eldest before I have a fucking rapist as my heir!". Some nobles decried him as a murderer and fool, while others, along with a huge portion of his peasants, proclaimed him a pillar of justice in his lands. Upon Ovorion's usurping of the throne, Krager was among the first nobles to call for rebellion, and since then his soldiers have been fighting the traitors to a lopsided stalemate, only barely managing to keep them from Farthing, and the heir to the throne. Anything extra: Karthwasten's primary trade stock is cider, apples and pigs. Just for why not?

Fallout: Long Time Lasting [The Whacko and Revolutionary]

Deke swore violently as he heard the shots, immediately reaching for his shotgun. He knew that sound, heard it more than a few times in his life. Once in Monroeville, after those Brotherhood types were making their way out of The Pitt. Again when he ran into a sentrybot in a military bunker. He was guessing a sentrybot here.

"Well shit. Too much to hope for an easy scav job?" He grumbled as he tightened his grip on his weapon. "Take it you got an idea of what to do here?"

Fallout: Long Time Lasting [The Whacko and Revolutionary]

Deke caught the offered drink deftly, spitting the smoke onto the floor and taking a swig. It was piss warm, buy nuka was still a damn fine drink. He turned back to his partner with a bit of a frown.

"Scrap it for parts? Shit, I was thinkin' take it with us an' sell it. Maybe that sheriff down in Atlanta." Deke really didn't know if Xander was up to that job, but the kid was good to robots. Plus these days he had to think in terms of big profit. Times were toughz even for the wasteland, and a man needed all the caps he could get. "Y'know, when I look at my 12 gauge an' your gauss rifle, feel a lil' fuckin' inadequate."