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Dwarves!

Should have a post up soon! Apologize for the hold up! O

Dwarves!

Are our characters the only members of the expedition or are there other dwarfs with us as well.

Dwarves!

Before I make my first post I have a couple of questions.

What exactly are the parameters of this expedition?

Has it been explained to our characters?

How was it explained?

How were our characters notified they were chosen and could they have volunteered?

Is this something that happens in Thrillem or is it an unprecedented event?

Dwarves!

Really excited at this idea! Here is my sheet for consideration!

My Hider

Name: Alpi Arius Argaven of clan Karhide.

Age: 100

Gender: Male

Appearance: Alpi is average height for a dwarf though walks with a swagger as if he were ten feet tall. He has the same dark features that are common among Karhiders and maintains a prominent and well groomed mustache with a closely cropped beard that proactively shows his shaved cheeks. His dark brown hair is interwoven with finely cast gold bands studded with amber. His shaved cheeks reveal the telltale facial scarification that signifies him as a Karhider. Simple horizontal lines spreading out from his nose and diagonal cuts at the temples. Much of his body is covered with dark blue-black tattoos. Some of these tattoos are complex geometric designs reminiscent of the dwarven art seen in the older halls of Thrillem. Other ones are stylized depictions of trees, animals and his ancestors.

Skills and Flaws:

As a master woodworker Alpi’s skills as a carpenter are impressive to say the least. While he prefers creating cultural artifacts such as reliefs, statues and masks he is just as capable of creating utilitarian products. However, as a proud Karhider Master, Alpi is prone to hubris regarding his skill in woodworking, believing he is superior to others.

No child of Bruni could hold their head up proudly if they were not at least a novice poet. While never formally schooled, Alpi is a jovial and introspective dwarf who dedicates a portion of time everyday to the craft of poetry.

While able to hold his own in a brawl, Alpi is no real fighter. He was never trained to be a warrior and has no experience in any kind of organized violence above a clan-raid. Alpi has never taken the life of another dwarf nor has he fought against goblins. As Karhiders dwell in the upper reaches of the hold, they have little contact with the goblins in the underworld.

A lover of drinking, smoking and eating, Alpi is quick to indulge himself when he can. Though this impulsive behavior can sometimes result in new friends and passions shared. It's just as likely to lead to enemies, wasted time and ill health.

Like other dwarfs, Alpi is musically skilled. While never formally educated on music Karhiders as a communal folk and encourage musical experimentation in young dwarfs. Alpi started as a flutist but as time went on he felt a calling to the fiddle. Now it is rare to see him without it. Whether at the feast hall playing for a dwarven stomp or in his own woodshop practicing in the moments between projects. While he isn’t a master musician, he is quick to tune-up his fiddle and rosin his bow and make himself welcome wherever he goes.

A life lived among the lumber mills and artisan wood shops of Thrillem have given Alpi his fair share of injuries from knives, chisels, axs, saw blades and wood splinters. As such he has developed the skills of a junior physician. Able to clean and bandage minor wounds, stop traumatic bleeding and stitch up small injuries. Splitting logs, hefting lumber and long hours spent hunched over a carving can also lead to painful cramping, torn muscles and muscular exhaustion. To alleviate this Alpi has also spent time learning anatomy and how best to provide therapeutic relief. Whether as simple as a massage or stretching or as complex as cupping and acupuncture, Alpi has experience with different natural remedies for the aches and pains that come with vigorous exertion.

Background:

Alpi Arius Argaven is the second son of Bruni Frie Arius and Ingrid Alezi Argaven of clan Karhide. An unorthodox and renowned clan in the halls of Thrillem, the kin of Karhide trace their ancestry to the controversial dwarven hero Agamon Karhide. Legend states that Agamon was an adventurer from a distant land who through dauntless ambition and guile captained a fleet of ships through the World-Sea during a great flood to the gates of Thrillem. There Agamon and his people settled in the highest reaches of the hold closest to the surface. The Karhiders have forever retained the bold spirit of their progenitors pursuing lives as upland traders, astrologers, performers and woodworkers. Despite the contributions of Agamon and his descendants, Karhiders have always been viewed suspiciously by the more ancient and conservative clans of the dwarf hold. At best their spirited attitude toward life is viewed as audacious and charming and at worst as reckless and disrespectful.

Bruni and Ingrid were born into clan Karhide, and both came from long lineages of woodworkers and performers. They met when they were young in the timber mills of the upper hold. During their breaks and meal-times the woodworkers would entertain each other by reciting poetry and simple performances both comedic and dramatic. It is said that Bruni was capable of composing poetry so vivid and sincere that he could turn the hearts of his comrades to sobs or laughter with a single sonnet. It was during these improvised theatrics that Ingrid was struck by the wit and charm of Bruni. After a fairly short courtship in which no less than ten thousand sonnets were written by Bruni the two were wed. Their union was encouraged by the wise mothers and elders of the clan as Bruni was a flighty and inconsistent dwarf who would do well with the even-tempered and grounded Ingrid.

The wise mothers were correct and with the guidance and assistance of Ingrid the two dwarves created a strong and prosperous house together. Ingrid left the timber mills after the birth of their first child and opened up a theater with her siblings. She used her expertise with wood to create and carve the masks worn by actors in traditional dwarvish theater. Bruni continued his trade as a woodworker eventually becoming a master when he designed and led construction on an expansion to the upper hold. Once he turned a hundred years old Bruni was called by the elders of the clan to participate in a surface expedition as was expected for all woodworking masters of that age who sired children. Thus began Bruni’s second life as a forester on the surface world.

While expeditions weren’t frequent, when called Bruni would be gone for weeks to months on end. While such circumstances would have strained the household of other clans. As was tradition for Karhiders the grandparents played a large role in raising Ingrid and Bruni’s children. Their children grew a close bond with their cousins and extended family. Alpi fondly remembers this time of his life, working with his grandparents and aunts and uncles at the theater, creating costumes, props, cleaning and playing with his cousins. Though Alpi would miss his father while he was on expeditions, he always looked forward to his return and the tales of strange creatures, brilliant sights and dangerous adventures from the world above. Bruni often came back with sacks of goodies and souvenirs from his time spent up-land: tree-nuts, honey, songbird feathers and fruit .

Alpi and his older brother Bodi followed their father into the woodworking trade. Alpi showed an early aptitude to the trade but was prone to pursuing grand visions in his work that he lacked the discipline to complete. Though he was sometimes seen leading teams of laborers in work-songs, Alpi could also be found shirking his responsibilities while composing poems, gambling or whittling small figures from the cast off wood. A lover of hard women, smooth drink and sharp wit, Alpi gained a reputation at a young age as notoriously promiscuous. By age thirty he claimed to have written over five thousand poetic couplets and bedded half as many women. His bodacious speech, and provocative behavior brought him into conflict with many jealous partners. As such Alpi quickly learned he needed to be half as much a fighter as he was a lover.

His licentious behavior eventually caught up to him and when he was forty years old he had already fathered three children with as many women and indebted himself to several households. Scandalized in public life and saddled with debt. Alpi worked with his elder brother Bodi to make a change. With careful planning, lots of encouragement and no small amount of practice Alpi became a master woodworker at sixty years old. His masterpiece was a wooden relief that represented the life and achievements of his ancestor Rudi “Redwood” Argaven. Now a master of his own craft, Alpi set about expanding his business and profits. His work ethic was matched only by his promiscuity as he seemed to father a new child every five years. Eventually he met his match and at the age of eighty four he fell madly in love with Nykia Okko Vorhoc.

Nykia was Karhider through her mother’s blood but spent the majority of her life in the lower halls of Thrillem living with her father’s family and second wife after her mother’s death. A prolific blacksmith, Nykia felt at home in the heat and soot of the forge. Alpi discovered her through her wares when he happened upon a wood-chisel she had crafted for Bodi. Impressed with the strength of the steel blade and its durable edge he set off with his brother into the lower hold to seek her out. There he found her sweating and swearing between hammer blows and felt a fire ignite in his heart that he swore burned hotter than any forge in Thrillem. While Nykia found Alpi an entertaining spectacle, his many children and previous lovers kept her at a distance. The courtship was unconventional but through his charm, wit, and patience he was able to swoon her. They were married quickly in an extravagant ceremony attended by some of the finest artisans of Thrillem and no less than 3/4ths of the entire Karhide clan.

The union of Nykia and Alpi brought both an increase to both the profits and population of clan Karhide. Working with his wife, Alpi was able to raise the funds necessary to purchase a lumber mill from his cousin. Shortly after Bodi reached the age of one hundred years qualifying him to begin apprenticing in forestry under their father Bruni. Using these upland connections Alpi was able to source some of the finest quality hardwood available in Thrillem. For ten years the two brothers worked closely to expand their profits and personal holdings in Argaven Hall.

Two years ago Bodi set off with fourteen other foresters in an upland expedition. Only five returned. They claimed the others were lost in a storm flood. Upon hearing the news Alpi refused to accept Bodi’s death and quarreled openly with the survivors and their kin for leaving his brother outside. A great anxious rage settled on him and he tried to exit Thrillem alone to rescue his brother. Nykia was the only one who was able to dissuade him from his hasty exit. Through her support and guidance she convinced Alpi to study under his father as his brother did so that he might be prepared when the time came to go and find Bodi.

Ever since Alpi has trained his body and mind for the rigors of the surface world. Learning what he could from his father and the other foresters of clan Karhide. Now that he is of age to exit the hold, Alpi has packed his gear and set off to find Bodi.

Miscellaneous:

Alpi is the father of 9 children between three different women. Six of these children are with his wife Nykia and live in Argaven hall. The other three children are much older and stay with their mothers in their own families' halls. Relations between the women are cordial and Alpi does his best to be a provider and role model for all his children.

A direct descendent of the dwarven hero Rudi “Redwood” Argaven. An acclaimed forester who is said to have felled a sequoia tree so tall that the constellation Elamus the eel fell with it. Elamus is claimed to have been 300 meters long. Enraged by its fall from the sky, Elamus attacked Rudi and the dwarf used the fallen tree to beat the eel to death. After which he returned to Thrillem to roast Elamus and feed him to his holdmates. The chronicles of the house of Argaven claimed that the roast eel fed the entirety of Thrilem for forty months. Modern dwarven scholars dispute the claims of this story citing the fact that an eel 300 meters in length would only feed the hold for four months.

Well known for his love of fine clothing, Alpi is often seen in the garment district of the middle-hold. Haggling for the best price on soft silk robes and finely spun linen.

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

Kedi & Sentinel Irving - Black Mountain - After Midnight, October 18th
( A collaboration with @crimson paladin)

Kedi breathed heavily as their guide trotted out from the radio station towards the figures. His finger fluttered around the trigger of his pistol. It was hard to see them in the black of night but the passing clouds above occasionally gave a glimmer of reflected moonlight off their metal bodies. Kedi wasn’t sure if they were armored men or robots. Even at this distance Kedi could taste the acidic tingle in the air as their energy weapons hummed with power. One of the armored men stepped forth and spoke in hushed voices with the man Kedi had been following.

The young prisoner had said his people could provide aid for the wounded Khans if they would help him get to the top of Black Mountain. It was time for him to make good on his promise. Kedi looked at Daniel, slumped against the wall just inside the station. His face was drawn and pale, his mouth hung open. In the dark Kedi couldn’t even tell if he was still breathing.

With a whistling buzz of small thrusters came a strange spherical creature. A robot that Kedi had never seen before. The Khans around him tightened and one of them leveled a rifle at the metal ball. Then came the crackle of radio static and a brief message was heard from a speaker which took up the majority of the front of the robot.

"I am Sentinel Irving of the Brotherhood of Steel, and I would like to extend my thanks to the Khans for this act. You may not have known it, but this was a high-value prisoner, and his rescue is of great benefit to our organization and a considerable setback for Colonel Abernathy and his superiors. As a token of my appreciation, please accept this Eyebot. It can make deliveries, serve as a highly perceptive sentry, or simply play the radio, and when needed, can serve as a line of communication with us. And feel free to subject it to your gang's initiation rites, because this particular model is quite durable."

Kedi’s eyes narrowed and the sentinel’s attempt at humor was lost on him. He looked past the robot, the figures were slipping back into the darkness below the summit. Pain and anger soaked his mind and Kedi barked out against them, batting the eyebot away with his pistol.

“You promised us help!” He shouted at the Brotherhood members. “You said your people could help mine. Do it!” He stood just a few feet away, the Brotherhood squad had turned to face him. Kedi lowered himself, weapons at the ready. It had been a blunder but Kedi had never been prepared for delicate negotiations. He was a raider, a drug-runner and far too often a killer. Not a diplomat or a leader.

The robot paused as the Sentinel considered his next words. If the "help" they wanted was weapons or ammo, they'd likely not react so strongly. Judging by the tone and anger of the Khan suggested that the "help" he wanted was pretty serious- perhaps medical assistance or aid against the NCR. The Sentinel looked over at a radar monitor next to the radio, keyed to the Eyebot's sensors- if the NCR had pursued the Khans, they'd need to act quickly.

"...I see. I presume that the Knight you rescued offered you assistance in exchange for escorting him to safety. What matter of help do you require, Khan?"

Kedi turned his attention to the eyebot as a voice crackled to life through its audio emitters. He moved closer to the robot with the slinking motion of a stalking cat. He brought the pommel of his knife down hard upon the top of the eye-bot and it jolted as its thrusters re-adjusted and moved it out of arm's reach.

"You can see me?" Kedi asked, his eyes wide with pain and bewilderment. He was close enough that the visual light-receptors of the eye-bot could pick up the tattoos that covered his forearms. So numerous and uniform in their patterns they gave Kedi the appearance of scaley reptilian arms. His long hair had been braided many times over and tied back in a small onion-like bun at the base of his skull. He lowered his weapons and glanced over at the Brotherhood members. Some held their ground, others continued their descent. Panic welled up in Kedi's chest and he instinctively called out to them before returning his attention to the hovering eye-bot.

"We're shot up real good. We need a doctor and fast."

The Sentinel looked at the grainy, black-and-white monitor that conveyed the Eyebot's visual sensors, looking over the Khan and his companions.

"Very well, Khan, give me a moment,"

Irving pushed the microphone away and pulled up another one, one linked to a radio.

"Change of plans, Head Paladin," a portable radio sounded from Hardin's belt. "Send Scribe Pellin back up to the Khans, they were wounded in a skirmish with the NCR and are requesting medical attention."

"Sentinel, is this really necessary," Hardin asked, holding the radio in his power armored hand. "They knew the risks when they attacked the NCR."

"Knight Keyes promised them aid in exchange for their rescue, and with the NCR attempting to consolidate its control, we need resilient allies on the surface."

"Yes, Elder," Hardin spoke, staving off the urge to crush the radio. He did not like this- the Khans were untrustworthy troublemakers in his eyes, little better than the other raider gangs. However, orders were orders.

"Scribe Pellin," he barked, looking at the much smaller figure. "The Sentinel has ordered you to head back up and given the Khans medical aid."

The scribe nodded wordlessly and headed back up the mountain to where the Khan leader and Eyebot were. He raised his goggles and began to open the myriad pouches on his uniform, revealing stimpaks, bandages, forceps, and various other medical tools.

"Scribe Pellin, Brotherhood of Steel," he formally introduced himself to the Khan. "I've been ordered to provide you and yours with medical aid."

Kedi motioned for the scribe to come inside the radio station and showed him Daniel. The Khan had lost so much blood that he looked dead already. Pellin knew that the Khan wouldn’t make it to sunup. He performed triage on the small group of raiders. He administered a stimpak to accelerate clotting and reduce the pain to all the Khans except Daniel.. Kedi kept insisting that the scribe help the wounded Khan and Pellin had to level with the man that Daniel wasn’t going to survive. He had lost too much blood and Pellin’s time would be better spent helping those who were not so critically wounded. Tears welled at the corner of Kedi’s eyes and he blinked them away. He wanted to unleash his fury at the situation on the scribe. Make Pellin feel the pain he suffered in his heart. But he felt a coolness in his body and his breathing came more regularly. At once a heavy fatigue settled upon him. He crouched low near the door and set his back against the wall. Kedi watched as Pellin stitched up his warriors, his blinking became slower until he slipped into an exhausted unconscious sleep.

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

Contained below are a few of the major events that have occurred over the last month. Using this information I request that yall create your own faction/character specific timeskip which I will then bring together into one larger detailed post. We'll then go from there.

My Hider

Timeskip:

October 18th: A relief force of Rangers arrives at the south Vegas safehouse and performs a rescue and extraction operation on the surviving members of the Great Khan ambusht. The survivors are taken to Fort Gulf where their injuries are assessed before they are discharged for medical care as needed. Several of the more grievously wounded troopers die during the extraction. Colonel Denver orders flags to be flown at half-staff in the Mojave for one week in honor of those killed.

October 20: The Trans-Mojave Railroad (TMR) is completed after over two decades of intermittent work. A joint project between the NCR Department of Energy, the Incorporated settlements and various groups out of New Vegas. Three lines are connected, a northern, southern and central line with a central junction (CJ) in the Fremont station in Freeside outside the NCR ghetto. Certain stations are restricted (R) to authorized personnel only.

Southern Line: Nipton (T) - Primm Pass - NCRCF (R) - Sloan - Junction 15 - Vegas Gravel Plant - New Vegas Steel & Ironworks

Northern Line: Callville Bay (T)-Crimson Caravan Headquarters - Freeside (CJ)

Central Line: Junction 15 - Van-Graff Headquarters - Followers South Vegas Outpost - 188 Trading Post - Hoover Dam (R)(T)

The NCR department of Energy formalizes the California Railway Company (CRC) to manage the railroad and work in conjunction with various locals groups to staff and organize the stations. There are only three engines that operate within the Mojave, each one assigned to a single rail-line. The implementation of this rail-line threatens the Crimson Caravan's near monopoly on trade in the region.

October 25th: Van-Graff CSF agents arrive at the Hoover Dam and Helios One to initiate the changing of the guard. They travel into the Mojave from the newly finished TMR. While tension is high, Colonel Denver eventually orders the commanders of these posts to acquiesce to the demands of president Van-Graff and relinquish control of the facilities. The troops assigned to protect these installations are recalled to Fort Gulf.

October 31st: A mysterious broadcast plays briefly after midnight on a frequency between the Mojave music station and Radio New Vegas.

November 3rd: A heavy rainstorm washes over New Vegas bringing devastating flooding to the slums that surround the city. Entire neighborhoods are washed away and hundreds are reported missing. Relief efforts by the Followers and NCR’s 3rd Infantry are limited due to a variety of factors.

November 10: Refugees from Arizona arrive in Cottonwood Cove. They say a Legion vanguard is sweeping across the territories. There are rumors that the Legion is looking for something but the validity of these claims remains unknown.

November 13th: In response to rumors of Legion activity the garrisons along the Colorado River are reinforced and stocked with non-perishables in the event of protracted conflict.

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

Colonel Denver Abernethy - Fort Gulf - Afternoon, October 17th

Denver looked over the Crimson Caravan manifest with careful eyes. The weekly re-supply orders were nearly always the same but years in command had trained him to be ever vigilant for any discrepancies in requisition. Such inconsistencies could be evidence that the quartermaster should be reprimanded for negligence or even investigated for theft. It had happened at Camp McCarran and at Forlorn Hope during the war with the Legion. Swift and brutal punishments ensured that such illicit activities were rarely conducted under Denver’s command.

Satisfied with the manifest, he signed his approval and handed it back to the energetic caravan master, Matt Levi, who had been pacing in front of the desk. Matt had been a sergeant in the NCR and even served under Denver during the Mojave campaign. But when Matt’s enlistment papers were up the man took his leave and joined up with the Crimson Caravan.

“Well Colonel that takes care of that. We should be finished unloading within the next hour or so.” Matt smiled and rolled the manifest up and stuck into his trousers. He had to fight the instinct to salute his old commanding officer. Even five years later it was a habit.

“I appreciate it, Sergeant.” Denver rose to his feet and shook Matt’s hand, slipping him some carefully folded NCR bills while doing so.With a practiced smoothness Matt put the money into his chest pocket and started to leave. Once at the door he paused, looked about the hallway outside then turned around and shut the door.

“I got news from the east.”

Denver raised an eyebrow. “How far east?”

“Close to Two-Sun. One of my contacts has a scout in the area. They radioed in last week and I met with them two days ago in Freeside. The Legion is on the move.”

“We’ve heard similar tales as well over the last few years. All of them have turned out to be hearsay and rumor. Lucius and Lanius have maintained their hold upon the Legion ever since Caesar's death. They’ve been content with subjugating their own people and ruling unopposed. What makes you think this is any different?”

“Because of their oracle.”

“Oracle?”

“A soothsayer. A mystic. Advisors to the Legate.”

“The Legion has had its share of priests and death speakers since the loss of their founder. How does this one change it?”

Matt shrunk slightly from Denver and fiddled about in his pocket like a child returning stolen property. “This is what I was given.”

Denver looked into Matt’s hand. It was a coin, simply made but immediately identifiable as a Legion Denari. Pressed upon its surface was the image of a large eye, arrows crossed behind it and small lines like rays of a sun framed the eye like lashes. Denver didn’t recognize it. He took the coin and flipped it over, the reverse side held a profile of Caesar. That was a familiar and known face.

“This looks freshly minted,” said Denver. Matt nodded in agreement. “How long has this been in circulation?”

Matt shrugged, “Six months, maybe a year? I’m not certain but every trader East of Flagstaff is using them.”

Denver grunted in response. He turned the coin over in his hand and looked out the window of his office down to the front gate. There was some commotion as a convoy arrived and was being searched by the security detail. The Followers of the Apocalypse had answered his call for assistance. He had already been nervous about meeting the doctor sent by the Followers but the news of the Legion unsettled him even more. He looked down at the coin and into the eye and rubbed his thumb over the surface. An oracle powerful enough to be connected with Caesar on their own currency? Now that was news worth considering.

“The scout. Did they give an idea of the mobilization?”

“Nothing specific sir, but they did say it looked like they were preparing for war.”

Denver turned back to face Matt “How so?”

“They said the furnaces glow hot day and night. Slaves toil to bring in the autumn harvests regardless of the weather. All men of fighting age have been rounded up and set into companies for training and armament.” Matt paused for a moment “They’re coming back sir.”

“And so we must be ready for them.” Denver smiled briefly at Matt “I’ll send a scouting party out to confirm and keep an eye on the borderlands. In the meantime I suggest you make your own preparations.”

Matt walked back out of the room and left Denver alone. The colonel sunk into the seat at his desk and stared at the coin in front of him. He knew better than to hope for a different outcome but he couldn;t help but feel as though Matt had spoken true. If the Legion were to return now they would find a Mojave bursting with people and profits but weak and divided in strength. It would be a slaughter unless Denver requisitioned reinforcements. But still, doubtful that the president would believe him, even more doubtful was the Van-Graffs allowing Denver to become the defender of the Mojave. They would use the chaos to replace him, put in their own yes-man. Or worse, strike a deal with the Legion, sacrifice Vegas to save California. Denver chuckled, he knew the Legion well enough to know that bartering with them was like bartering with a coyote. They may take what was given, but they will always return for more.

There was a knock at the door, Denver called them in. It was a young private. She saluted him and stood at attention.

“Doctor Chez Nathan from the Followers has arrived and requested an audience sir.”

Denver stood and slid the coin under some papers on his desk. He straightened his uniform and combed his hair then sat down.

“Send him in please.”

As the doctor entered the room Denver stood again from behind his desk, hands behind his back.

“Welcome to Fort Golf, Dr. Nathan.” He held out his hand for a shake. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. I want to begin our conversation with an acknowledgement of the resources and time your organization has spent in getting you here. Given our sorted histories with one another I am deeply appreciative that you all have answered our call for aid. I hope that today can be the start of a new relationship between the 3rd Infantry and the Followers.”

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

@Crusader Lord That works with me. Keep in mind though that both Searchlight and the airport are fairly radioactive so any humans would have to be settled elsewhere to avoid radiation poisoning. There is a nearby community at Cottonwood Cove that they could live in.

The Rough Riders are based at Wolfhorn Ranch which is somewhat nearby.

Trade with Boomers is an option but I’m gonna go with the route that any vehicle that has been sitting for 200+ years is beyond being salvaged into something flight worthy.

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

Ambassador Benjamin “ Benny” Watts - NCR Embassy - Midday, October 17th

Benny cocked his head slightly as he studied the painting unveiled before him. The man he had met the night before paced anxiously next to the easel they had set it up on. Behind him Marisol tried to explain something but he couldn’t tear himself away from the painting to pay her any attention. He was solely focused on the canvas in front of him. He reached out to touch the mountains but a worried flailing from Mr. Floyd stopped him. His eyes lingered on the solitary bear amidst the vast wilderness. He wanted to say it was beautiful but there was an unnerving feeling he got as he watched the clear water turn opaque and the dark clouds obscure the white mountains. Benny’s vocabulary was inadequate to describe the subtle horror contained in the scale of the landscape.

“Mr. Floyd…thank you.” He smiled, “It is an unexpected and welcome gift.” he shook the man’s hand. His eyes returned to the lone bear. “What did you say the name of this painting was?” The man answered but Benny only grunted in response. He couldn’t help but feel there was a warning here, an ill omen. A bear alone in a landscape that dwarfed the creature. Was it a threat against the NCR? Against himself? Was it just a coincidence?

Benny was unsure and the anxiety of his meeting with Mr. Dominic came rushing back. He felt unsteady and moved to sit down.

“I do appreciate the gift.” He smiled weakly again at Mr. Floyd. “Seems I am still tired from my journey yesterday. I don’t believe I have much in the way of business that I need to discuss with you now. But you will hear from us soon.” He shook the man’s hand again and bid farewell to them. He remained there staring at the canvas for another few minutes before Marisol tapped him lightly.

“What?”

“Would you like it moved to your office?”

Benny stared at the small bear. “Yes please. Behind the desk.”

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

@Crusader Lord

So there is Green around the test-site but the facility itself isn't currently suffering any major growth. I suggested Searchlight since it is irradiated and that would provide a level of protection that the mutants would be able to use.

I'm not opposed to some of the Remnants banding together but I would want a good explanation as to why. In-game it is very difficult (80 speech check) to convince all of them to fight for the NCR. Even when convinced the game makes it clear its a 'last hurrah' and they retire after the battle. The Enclave remnants are essentially wanted fugitives of the NCR so they would have to operate with the utmost discretion to avoid bringing attention onto them. Likewise, this RP takes place 7 years after the events of FNV. So I'd say that the remnants would be at the youngest early sixties, oldest mid-seventies.

I might suggest incorporating the Bright Brotherhood into your faction. Perhaps with a cure Dr. Henry is able to negotiate a truce between them and the Nightkin attacking the facility. Then he is able to help them activate their rockets and complete their journey. When completed successfully the 'Come Fly with me' quest has the Bright Brotherhood returning to Novac to evacuate and rebuild the settlement after the Legion's attack. This implies they are able to form relationships with other factions and they don't travel too far away.

While I think a relationship with Novac would be possible, in-game it is stated many people in Novac survive off scavenging the Repconn facility. So if it is occupied there should be some explanation as to how that conflict is resolved and if not, then have that be a conflict in the RP.

Hope this answers your questions, please let me know if you have anything else you want to ask. Excited to see what you come up with!