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Name: James Gregor Castner

Age: 43

Race/Gender: White Male

Brief physical description or picture:

He would still look handsome, were it not for the toll combat stress and lost comrades took on him over the years. His deep blonde hair is turning gray at the edges and thinning. Once he kept it in whatever military style he preferred at the time, but now he’s let it grow out halfway down his neck. He also keeps a full greying blonde beard, but it doesn't go too long. Scars and blast burns mar his body, but none of them are too deep thanks to his power armor. Despite all that, he's aged well enough, has retained his muscle, and his combat readiness. James

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

A trusty modded AER9 laser rifle called Shark(lasers and sharks just seemed to go together), a hunting .44 revolver called Bear(killed too many Yao Gui with it to call it anything else), and a combat knife called Talon(relieved from a Talon Comapny Merc who didn't know the fine piece of work he had). All three have seen him through his whole service in the Brotherhood. In the crashed vertibird he has more: a modded anti-tank rifle he simply calls Cracker(Perfect for cracking giant crab shells or Enclave power armor). A shocking super sledge called Odinson(found an old comic that had a similar hammer in it). His power armor is his same old suit of T-45 decked out and modded over the years. The right arm and right leg had to be replaced with T-51 years ago, since his dominant right side had taken the most hits. He believes T-51 is superior to T-60 personally. As you can tell, James is sentimental about his weapons as he’s maintained and modded them for years now. They provide some attachment in a Brotherhood now foreign to him.

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The Brotherhood of Steel outfit on the far left. It doesn’t have any patch for the sake of secrecy.

Brief Background: James is one of the old guard in the Eastern Brotherhood: a local recruit who upheld Lyon’s cause to bring peace and prosperity to the people of the Capital Wasteland. He was orphaned at 7 in Canterbury Commons. Raids were on caravans were common in those days, and his parents were another pair of unlucky junk traders. The raiders had the audacity to jump the caravan close to the settlement, and the young James was able to run there to safety. The townspeople took him in, and he managed to have something of a life doing odd jobs. Everything changed for him when the Brotherhood came into town one day. Their noble purpose, their advanced tech, their sense of camaraderie. He had to join, it was his purpose.

James got through training and became a knight, but he wanted more. Lyon’s Pride: that was his goal. He could be the best and defend the people of the Capital Wasteland from the most dangerous creatures. It took him years of hellish assignments, but he and his friend Colleen managed to become some of the few local recruits to be accepted into Lyon’s Pride. Only a few years later the Enclave returned, and the true battle for the Capital Wasteland started.

It was around this time James and Colleen became romantically involved. They both had the same compassion for protecting people and similar backgrounds. Years of fighting together made them very close. Their partnership gave them the strength to endure many losses, and fight harder than ever against the Enclave at Sarah Lyon’s side. Soon, the war was over. A couple months later, the pair married.

The death of Elder Lyons was the clouds of an approaching storm. The man’s ideals had formed their purpose, but most rest easily knowing Sarah Lyons would carry on the old man’s legacy. Then the storm truly begun at the death of Sarah Lyons not long after. The circumstances were unthinkable. How could the Brotherhood’s greatest warrior fall on a routine mission? There had to be a culprit. The Brotherhood needed scapegoats. Many of Lyon’s Pride, and everyone on that mission, were banished or executed. Colleen was on that mission. She was to be executed until James pleaded with the court to change their ruling, and instead she was banished. He almost left with her until it was reported that she was killed and mangled by deathclaws not long after her exile.

With nowhere else to go, James threw himself into Brotherhood service to cope. He hoped to honor her memory by helping people as much as he could. Unfortunately for him, the Brotherhood gradually abandoned their ideals. His doubt grew as he watched more and more of the men like him sent on suicide missions or shuffled into dead end jobs far away from any position of influence or meaning. He did his best to balance his loyalty to the Brotherhood, his loyalty to his real brothers, his loyalty to his ideals, and his hate for what Maxson became. But now the end is near. He feels it in this mission. A scouting trip to a dying island will be how Maxson wins over him in the end. He’ll do his job to be sure, but he sure as hell won’t end up dead in a ditch if he has anything to say about it.

James typically tries to emanate good will and humor, but the black hole of the years before and the weight of every thing he did during his service that he thought was justifiable at the time sits just behind the positive attitude.
Governor of New Houston and President of the Confederation Harris

“Wonderful, I’ll work on making proper reservations for all of us. Does 8 p.m. sound agreeable? I would like to take some time to visit my quarters and contact Key West about recent developments. It would be an absolute pleasure to see all of you there.”

Harris wasn't just grinning for political reasons now. He was glad Bartholomew was so amicable. He was glad the Keys were working so well with them. Hopefully this relationship would last. “8 p.m. sounds fantastic. I must return to my quarters to submit a report as well. The pleasure will be ours, and I look forward to this grand meal’s discussions.”

Harris shook hands with Bartholomew and then Alexander, smiling the whole time before leaving with the Texas entourage to their quarters. Though something seemed… off with Alexander. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Could it have something to do with the Bartholomew’s earlier physical suggestion that Alexander had something to do with the cult? Maybe. He shrugged slightly, more so inwardly. He was grasping at straws, so he mentally archived these observations about Alexander. There were more important things to focus on.

He also noticed that the Keys had paid little attention to the Angels of War delegate. “I think you’re invited to dinner too Lenix.”

As the Texans moved to their suites in the Tops Casino, they failed to notice the navy blue vertibird flying into Camp Mccarran.

………………………

Governor Angela Riviera

Angela sat in an uncomfortable yellow evening dress under the dim lights of the Tops, Leland to her left and Harris to her right, watching as more delegates from the east carefully took their seats at the table. All of them with acute political mannerisms honed over the years they'd been at the top. Even though she shared a title and position with these politicians, she still had much more in common with the ranger to her left, the soldier leader of the Angels, and that captain from Appalachia. Still, it felt good to sit at a table with all of these people. It was almost like the mess of Key, Texan, Franklinian, and Angel soldiers she had fought with in the Hoover War. Only now she was fighting with them from a much higher point of view. And with less blood, beans, and blast wounds.

The start of an address from the well groomed Key Representative interrupted her idle thoughts. “Gentlemen, I’m sure you all have at least some inkling as to why I organized this dinner. This continent we call home has yet to pull itself out of the slump our ancestors in the United States put us in, and we are, frankly, all to blame. Five years ago, most of us fought in some capacity to put an end to tyranny in the Americas by making war with the Bull of the West. While it was a noble and just cause, we failed- and not just because of the Treaty of Goodsprings and its preservation of the Legion. We failed because we proceeded to do next to nothing to improve the state of humanity afterwards. Liberty, freedom, democracy- these are all ideals which we hold dear, yet the West and Northeast harbor tyrants and extremists which would undo all of the fragile progress humanity has made since the Great War.”

The treaty of Good Springs angered her to say the least. She took and exchanged bullets for freedom, and nothing changed. Half the world still bowed to kings who took advantage of their people too regularly. That was part of why she put on a smile and made speeches in front of the capitol building. That was why she put on this terrible dress and came to this table.

Bart continued. “In the West, the fate of millions lies in the hands of dictators like Barnaky, Lucius, and, dare I say, Mr. House himself. Even the former paragon of western democracy, the New California Republic, has shown its true face today with its disruption of the peace talks and blatant expansionist attack on the Legion. No effort was made to let diplomacy solve their problems. We cannot let this become the norm for America, lest we repeat the mistakes of our ancestors. His Serenity has provided a starting draft for an alliance of sorts which would bring our enlightened nations closer culturally, economically, and militarily. The American Co-Prosperity Sphere would be an axis of nations dedicated to the spread and perseverance of liberty throughout the Americas. While a lofty goal, it is one which we must pursue if we are to bring humanity out of its dark age. The agreement brings along with it more practical applications as well. Closer trading ties, mutual protection, the return of international law. We hope to use this alliance as a way to create and support democratic regimes for and of the people of America. In addition, we have an interest in hiring the Angels of War as a possible multinational military force to support this alliance and ensure the dictators of the West cannot stomp us out.”

It sounded like just what they needed. A treaty to keep people working together, not just coming together whenever shit hit the fan. Make America a better place for Texas and everyone together. Freedom forever, and all.

“I’m sure you all have many questions about the exact details, but does anyone have any input before the reveal of the actual document?”

Before she could speak her assent to the idea, Angela restrained herself and looked over to Harris, feeling she should follow his lead. And he didn't disappoint. “None”, he said smoothly, with a rumble of excitement “I'm eager see your grand plan.”

She did her best. “It sounds fantastic. Carry on.” She sat back, hoping her line was politically correct enough. But she didn't really care at that moment. The treaty was more important.

David Morrison, Ambassador of New Dallas

“Of course.” Hopeway stated as he turned to one of the rangers nearby “could you please go and find a representative from the keys.”

“Since this also affects the keys, I believe they should also be given an explanation.”

“That is fine, I can wait.”

It wasn’t long before the Key representative and the ranger were back. One of the rangers offered him a refreshment, and it didn’t take long before he gave in and ordered an Arnold Palmer. David knew he needed to focus, but what harm could one drink do?

“On behalf of the NCR and president Kimball I apologise for not informing you of own plans but it was done to ensure both Texas and the Key could claim innocence and so that we could control the information Caesar gets... As I’m sure you’re aware next to the brute strength of the legion Caesar's next biggest asset are his Frumentarii spies, led by Vulpes Inculta.”

It was… it made sense, but it was still outrageous. “Your basis for these actions is admirable, but we surely could have set up a secure channel?” But then the truth shocking as the woman kept explaining.

“Without a doubt they likely have agents within all our nations feeding them information.... The NCR has decided to use this against them by spreading a "Fake news" Story...make the legion think the NCR are invading Arizona… Mr Hornsby, the president TV speech, the Vice president statement, General Shu and all NCR news stations and perhaps yours News networks as well soon are spreading this story, "NCR invades legion to “safeguard" the NCR.... In reality the Forces led by the president are a distraction, a distraction that appears to be working if the reports I’m getting are correct. Regardless whilst the president keeps Caesar busy second forces which crossed the ocean into Mexico a few days ago is now making its way north to New Mexico. With Caesar forces busy fighting the president in Arizona and lack of information forcing legionnaires on the keys and Texan border to stay put this second strike force should have a straightforward path to Legion capital of Santa Fe... Raiding & looting town and hopefully freeing a considerable amount of slaves before any notable resistance or retreat can be mounted.What will happen next will depend on legion actions but we assume Caesar will attempt to regroup into an army to defend his capital. If he does both strike forces will aim to surround this group and attack from all sides....
Hopefully eliminating it with minimal loses.”

He was at a loss for words. The NCR seemed likely to outsmart everyone.

"I would like make it clear here we have no plans to occupy legion territory... the goal is to weaken the legion, humiliate Caesar and perhaps if we are lucky start a Civil war.... “

The NCR Ambassador turned to him "when you arrived you mentioned trade. A small group from the second strike force remained behind in Mexico and began to set up an trading port and scout out a path toward Texas and Keys... enabling us to trade without having to venture though legion lands again. I don't want to promise yet but hopefully the travel time shall be lower for this new and shorter route, potentially allowing faster and thus more profitable trade between our nations well."

Well… that trade route would be profitable for New Austin, New Houston, and the Keys. But what about New Dallas? But everything else the ambassador had said… he was genuinely impressed. Perhaps outrage against the NCR wasn’t necessary at all.

“I…”, he began hesitantly “I applaud the NCR’s ingenious tactics. As scandalous as your dishonesty was, I understand the point behind it. It’s not up to me, but I’ll support approval of the NCR’s actions. Whether we will join you in your new war is another matter.”, he paused before continuing more confidently “Furthermore, a civil war in Legion territories could be beneficial. I might have some friends who could support this. As you probably know, a splinter faction of Legion forces, now known as the Tex Legio, broke ties with the larger Legion as the war seemed grim. They settled in the largely uninhabited panhandle of Texas, and have since essentially become a protectorate of the Confederation of Free Texan States. They might have some interest in rallying some of their old brothers against Lucius. It would take some convincing, as they prefer isolationism. They even chose to not come to this meeting out of fear the Legion would take more notice of them.”

He sipped his Arnold Palmer readily before continuing. “As for trade, that new route, if it pans out, sounds desirable. But I am still eager to support our old routes as long as possible. Could the NCR ensure they are protected? We can’t have the Legion destroy our connections while the new route is being established!” He didn’t mean to say that so loud, but he hoped his point was still made.
David Morrison, Ambassador of New Dallas

(OOC I’ll make an entry in my nation sheet for Morrison sometime. For now, he’s an average sized bespectacled man with short slightly graying dark hair and dark brown *eyes. Just sort of an average somewhat diminutive looking man.)

Why would they do it? Why would the NCR attack like this?

David fumed and wondered at things like this as he rushed through the neon soaked streets towards the Tops. The two silent gray rangers at his back kept pace easily enough. Normally he would be tempted by the pleasures and distractions of the city, but he was too angry and anxious to glance around. The amount of work and replanning that would go into adjusting to this move was mountainous. Governor Jackson was furious as well. After putting so much into expanding to make contact with the west, the west only made fools of them all. And now while Riviera and Harris were schmoozing with the Keys, it was up to him to try to salvage Texan-NCR relations.

David stopped a moment before entering the Tops, breathing deep to regain his composure and re-adjusting his suit after his jog over here. He was the current face of New Dallas. He had to act as determined as his great and fair city was. He opened the door to the Casino and made his past the slot machines and card tables. Maybe he’d come by the tables later to ease his nerves. The NCR delegation wasn’t hard to spot. They were towards the back, with the various officials sitting at booths. A ranger taking point approved his papers, and pointed him towards a woman in one of the booths.

He reached out for a handshake. “Hello, I’m David Morrison, Ambassador of New Dallas and the Confederation of Free Texan States”, his voice had pointed and harsh undertones “I’m wondering as to why the NCR did not not inform Texas of your impending invasion of the Legion? Few of our forces were prepared for this action, giving the Legion a clear opportunity to invade our frontier if they thought we were involved. Our trade routes to your lands are also surely threatened by your rash actions. Please explain.” He made no attempts at false grins.

(OOC I’ll get a response to @Fisheye in sometime. I’ll also be working on sheets for Vault 99 and the Tex Legio, as I’d like to bring them in.)

@Ulstermann perhaps yeah. I'm not the GM.
Governor of New Houston and President of the Confederation Harris

“I certainly agree, President Harris. While His Serenity could unfortunately not make it today, the first matter on his agenda for us was ensuring mutual security and friendship for the Gulf nations. As His Serenity sees it, our fair Gulf is under potential threat from all around, and we seek to encourage peace in the region to ensure prosperity for the Keys and all of its friends. As for the pirates, Bartholomew would probably be more well-equipped to answer that question.”

It was good the Keys saw things similarly. Otherwise, progress in the South would only go backwards. He smiled widely, while also inwardly wincing. He knew his smile wasn’t what it once was.
“I’m glad His Serenity’s thoughts are parallel to ours. I believe together we can make a prosperity zone rivalling and exceeding the NCR- FZM area.” He turned to Bartholomew. “I would be delighted to hear his knowledge on the pirates.”

The younger man eagerly took up the conversation. That energy was impressive.

“Our main trade routes have been secured and the pirates have been pushed to their old strongholds in the south. Instead, our focus has now turned to the Atlantic side of the southern states, where those lawless vagabonds have been capitalizing on our growing trade in the North. As for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, they have proven to be good trading partners and peaceful folk, but we have yet to engage in any further political negotiations with them. The Cult, however…” Bartholomew shot a quick glance at Alexander. Harris was caught off guard by this tiny piece of body language, but he noted it carefully. Alexander having a connection to the Cult would be something to be aware of the rest of the meeting.

“They are a wild faction, certainly, though they have shown a willingness to accept our traders. The claims of… supernatural power coming out of their lands have yet to be officially confirmed, and we in the Keys suspect something more mundane is at work instead.”

“They sound like dreadful people, though their acceptance of trade is something to their credit. I’m sure you’ll remember a great deal of my people still belong to the old world Christian faith, so this cult would not be admired much by my constituents. But I’m glad you think their power is only practical.”

Harris shot a quick glance over to Cult’s delegate, whom he supposed had been the girl Bartholomew had been talking with earlier. A feeling of great unease came over him, along with an unnatural desire to…. follow. He shook it off by forcing his gaze back to Bartholomew. His wasn't sure if he believed his last words anymore.

“And umm… yes, the Commonwealth sounds like a potential ally in our goal of bringing prosperity to our part of the country. A free country such as theirs would most likely see eye to eye with us. And I’m pleased the pirates no longer threaten the gulf.”

Then Angela came back with John Lenix, the older once Dictator of the Angels of War.

"Friends! What a nice day for a war don't you think?" He enthusiastically shook the hand of every delegate in the small cluster from Texas and the Keys while making an obviously artificial bright smile that widely split his weathered face. "Our relations with the Confederation of Free Texan States are as strong and firm as ever, inseparable allies I'd say. We had your back in the last war and you've had ours ever since and we think it would be in our best interest for us to continue this policy.”

While the man’s skills in diplomatic tact were never fantastic, his goals were good. They had met and strategized together on many occasions during the Hoover War, and had dispensed with political niceties in favor getting the business of war done.

Harris smiled, but not so widely as before. “I’m glad you think so Lenix. I’m inclined to agree. Some in my nation may call to abandon hiring your men, but me and Governor Rivera still appreciate your work. You’ll be sure to get your contract renewed at a generous price.”

Bartholomew interjected. “Perhaps we could all discuss the details of a formal agreement over dinner somewhere else? The Tops is an excellent location, from what I’ve heard. We could invite the Commonwealth in Pennsylvania, if you wish, President Harris.”

“Yes today’s meeting does seem to be wearing down doesn’t it? Dinner would be a better time for all of us to discuss these matters. Inviting the Commonwealth sounds like a fantastic idea too. If anything, they can learn more of our nations and we can learn more of theirs.”



Governor Harris

“I’m glad you could make it, President Harris,” Alexander said with his soft, Tidewater voice. “It is always a pleasure to find friends in this far-flung city. You’ve missed quite the show, unfortunately. Mr. Kimball has declared war on the Legion- without consulting their allies in the Hoover War, mind you- and House has declared that any military operations in Vegas territory will not be tolerated. This war will certainly affect our fair Gulf in one way or another.”

The Key delegate stretched out his hand for a shake.

That.... would not do.

Harris firmly grasped Alexander’s hand, and went through some quick political thought. The NCR’s jump to war was the worst kind of surprise. When an enemy surprised you, the solution is simple: fight back. But when an ally surprised you, the course of action was much more uncertain. Though it wasn’t the first time he had been faced with this kind of challenge. And House’s posturing was another surprise, since House had tolerated the NCR before. He allowed a small frown in response to Alexander. No weakness or fear, just disappointment.

“How rash”, he responded with his own dignified Texan drawl. Only it was coarser than he would have liked. “How rash for both powers. We were the NCR’s only allies during the Hoover War, and yet they fail to even consider us before breaking the peace.” He paused before his planned proposition. “I propose we immediately strengthen the regional alliance between the Most Serene Key Republic, the Confederation of Free Texan States, and the Angels of War”.

Harris looked over to Angela, only to see her listening to something Leland had said. Leland was certainly the expert on the Frontier, and he would want to hear his opinion too. “Angela, could you get the Angels of War to come meet with us.”

While Angela left, Harris turned back to Alexander and smiled. “I hope we can continue to further our interests together. Tell me, have the pirates been thoroughly crushed by our joint naval operations? And what do you know of the Commonwealth in Pennsylvania? They seem to share our ideals. And that cult that threatens them, do they have the same power the rumors say they do?”

……..

Governor Riviera

"Kimball will want us to serve as the hard place against his rock no doubt, to trap the Legion."

Angela listened intently to Leland’s advice. She was thankful the old Ranger always accommodated her lost ear. It brought her back to dusty days at Fort Bliss when Leland helped her adjust after her injury.

She turned to whisper back to him as more convoluted NCR schemes were revealed. She admired the NCR’s directness in attacking the Legion, but the shroud of secrecy irked her. They hadn't informed Texas before striking, and she would be sure to not jump into their war yet. As much as Texans hated the Legion, she knew they wouldn't be appreciated to being called to fight by tomorrow. “You're right. We won't fall into Kimball’s war unless we have to. We’ll have to keep the Fort and our friends in the Tex Legio on high alert.”

Then Harris turned from the Key Delegate, croaking as elegantly as possible. “Angela, could you get the Angels of War to come meet with us.”

She simply nodded, gave Leland a thumbs up and a little grin, and started searching the room for them. The abrupt brawl between one of Calypso’s cronies and the fake NCR president made it difficult to get across the Convention floor without getting kicked in the shin, but she dodged the tussle and soon spotted the unimpressed soldiers she had heard of in one of her reports.

Angela approached the men. One was an old war veteran, and one was an even older war veteran if she remembered correctly. She could relate to some degree.

“I’m Governor Riviera of New Austin.” She outstretched a hand to give both men a firm handshake.

“Texas wants you to come talk business with us and the Keys.”, starting straightforwardly in a way Harris wouldn’t approve of. “With the unstable situation in the West, we’re thinking it’d be best if we made sure our relationship was firm.”
Goddamnit, we're late. Goddamn.

Angela fumed and fidgeted with a Purple Heart as the vertibird soared over the endless desert. One of the mixed blessings of holding command that never quite went away was a hypersensitivity to who needed to be where at what time. She knew the Texan delegation was late.

After they had all gone through the plan numerous times, everyone had decided to relax. The Ranger guards were playing cards, their helmets and rifles propped up against the wall. Leland was snoozing, and the young Ranger who had earlier tried to ask him questions was sitting in front of the old man reading a book. That Morrison man sent from Dallas sat in the corner by himself. Angela found herself nervously fidgeting to pass the time. This was her first major foreign policy mission, and it was probably the biggest in Confederation history. It had been a struggle to fit her views into the world of New Austin thus far, and fitting them into the world would be a challenge. A challenge she would meet. Texas needed to be head on.

Angela heard an intentional cough, and looked up. Harris was smiling at her admonishingly. As ugly as Harris was, having a rotting face, the man had a natural charm. She immediately stopped toying with the medal, meeting and understanding Harris’s gaze. Harris was right. She was acting like a private on her first trip to Fort Bliss.

“Calm down, Angela.”, he said in a voice as buttermilk smooth as a ghoul’s voice can get, as he opened a heavy folder. “This’ll be just like all those times you talked down to the Brahmin barons. Now let’s review the plan. Reaffirm friendship with the NCR and the Keys, make sure the Legion and the Midwest knows our mettle, talk with Angels of War, and figure out else is out there.”

She sighed imperceptibly, gave a quick personal prayer, and opened her own folder.

Well I promised Texas I'd get them a fair deal. Let's get to it.

……………….

The vertibird touched down on McCarran Airport, and the six Texas Rangers rushed out first to make sure the area was secure. The Rangers formed up, and stood to attention assault carbines at the ready. The Rangers equipped the universally imposing Ranger armor colored grey for the official Texas army colors. Angela personally disliked the color, but the traditionalists preferred it. Leland was shaken awake as the plane touched down, and the others gathered what they needed. The ambassadors moved out of the vertibird swiftly, knowing they were late for the proceedings.

A strange unicycle robot, unlike any she had seen in Texas, rolled up to them. Intelligence briefing had referred to these as “securitrons”. It had a cartoonish image of a stereotypical cowboy on it’s screen as it greeted them(OOC: Not Victor, just thought it would be like House to greet Texans with a cowboy).

Really? National stereotypes at an international conference meant to bring people together?

“Howdy, Governor and President of the Confederation Congress Harris of New Houston, Governor Riviera of New Austin, and Ambassador Morrison of New Dallas.”, It began with a clear, commanding, country drawl “I’ll be your partner on up to the Ultra Luxe. Come along, now.”

They followed the machine to a “monorail”, a strange type of train on a raised bridge that carried them into New Vegas. While she and Morrison were impressed, Leland and Harris were unmoved. The other Rangers reaction couldn't be gauged. The whole trip was quiet. Soon enough, the delegation was speed walking through the neon streets, past the giant prewar relics. It was an impressive display of prewar technology, not unlike the work being done in New Austin to light the old monuments. There weren't many gawking tourists left around, and if there were the Texans wouldn't be much of a sight. Three people in boringly formal black suits, a old cowboy, and six Rangers in a kind of armor that was apparently common in the NCR.

They streamed into the building, Harris dealt with an inquisitive butler, and they pushed into the room. Her eyes were immediately overloaded with the amount of international diversity she saw in the room, but spotted out the Key delegation. And so, the delegation of a new Texas passed Romans, cultists, mercenaries, tribes, and nations on their way to their seats. None of it phased Angela. She had one goal in her mind, as the delegation took it’s spot next to it’s long term ally and Harris grabbed a strange map from someone.

For a better Texas, where people don't have to live like I did.
The Confederation of Free Texan States




I've made some big changes to the map in the Texas area, with a couple NPC factions and a Texan Frontier. Tell me if you disagree with anything.
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