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Postby Elerian » Sun Jan 11, 2015 4:38 pm

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“After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin?”

-Kurt Vonnegut



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1.No cheating.
2.Listen to me and any other OPs I appoint.
3.No one liners, I want good quality RPing. If you don’t follow that then you won’t be around long.
4. No flaming.
5.You aren’t invincible, even if you have power armor you can still die.
6. You may not leave Louisiana.


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War has come to Louisiana, and it won’t subside until many are left dead, homeless, and destitute. The rival factions will tear the south asunder with their weapons of destruction. However, this destruction will be nothing compared to the last days of America. But, that changes nothing because war never changes.

The no-man’s land between Providence and Defiance had been quiet for the first time in weeks. The silence was almost too good to be true. And of course, it was. Dozens of men lined the banks of the Whiskey Bay channel. Waiting for the signal to jump over the side of the embankment, and rain death upon the men waiting a mere hundred meters away. Soon, the channel would run red with blood.

Far to the north of Lafayette and Baton Rouge, lay Hellenia, a town grinding the gears of war. Pumping out weapons to be used to massacre and enslave the unprepared tribals living nearby. The tribals would bend the knee or be destroyed by the might of Alexander the Reborn. The tribals wouldn’t hold their own for long, unless someone came to their aid, their demise was inevitable.

Farther south than Baton Rouge lay the irradiated ruins of a once proud city. In its flooded streets scavengers scurry from building to building searching for anything of value, and trying their best not to be eaten or shot. But for many, they never leave the ruins, and their bodies are left for the Crocodiles and other nasty creatures that lurk just beneath the waters.

To the Southwest lays Morgan City. A place so corrupted by greed its very name is a curse. Within its cracked and broken buildings lays the city of sin. Worse even than New Vegas to the west. So depraved are its inhabitants, most wouldn’t call them human.

And so is the state of Louisiana, a hell upon earth, is you. What you do in the coming days will change the fate of the Child of the Mississippi for years to come. Some would love nothing more than to bring even more chaos, while others strive to bring order to the depraved. Whichever path you choose, you had best get to it, because the Mississippi stops for no man.
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Postby Neo-Chicago » Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:33 pm

Southeast of Providence, Jeremiah Alexander looks over the bayou, standing atop the central tower of the Haven of St. Louis. The general of the Apollo Militants stands next to him. "What can we do, when these creatures... these vampires have the only semblance of control over this entire wasteland, possibly this entire state?" Jeremiah asks the general, who only offers silence for several minutes.
"I don't know, Jeremiah. Your flock is small, and the only nearby place to recruit from is..." he continues, and looks as though he's about to gag. "Rat City."
"When I lead the Gatekeepers to the Haven, I had hoped that there would be like minded people in nearby civilizations. Frankly, we should just repair one of those
ruined boats out in the bayou, those riverboats." he tells the general. The riverboats, which were practically just splinters, lay out in the bayou, although every single one was practically infested with mutants.
"We shouldn't look to the horizon yet, when the lower levels of this very cathedral are still flooded." General Isaac replies. Both men wear suits, covered with dust. Below the men is a swampland, the only mark of mankind being a corrugated metal statue of a man on an animal Jeremiah believed was referred to as a horse.
"If we wish to restore the Haven to its former glory, we will require more-" Jeremiah says, when he's interrupted by a commotion in the distance. Several vampires had gathered in the distance, demanding entry to the cathedral. Grabbing his rifle, propped up against a wall of the tower where mold was already beginning to grow once again, Jeremiah looks down upon the creatures. "Stay back, ye unholy beasts!" he shouts, looking down the sniper rifle scope which had been grafted onto the laser rifle. He shoots one of the mutants in the face, disintegrating it. "There's more where that came from!" Jeremiah yells, shooting another one of them several times before it falls to the ground, dead. After killing two others, what remained of the group shambles away, fearfully.
"It won't be too long before they come back, with weapons." Isaac warns. Jeremiah nods, but for now, the cathedral was safe.
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Postby Fascist Russian Empire » Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:56 pm

Victor Robinson,
Baton Rouge


Victor couldn't help but feel exceptionally irritated as he downed his fourth glass of bourbon, his favorite drink, sitting in a small bar in Baton Rouge. Not only had all the other members of his squad been killed in a vertibird crash, leaving him as the only survivor, he had the displeasure of having had to walk all the way into Baton Rouge and then wait God knows how long until another Enclave group showed up. Needless to say, he wasn't particularly pleased, and the strange looks and stares that the locals were giving him certainly didn't do his mood any favors. He wouldn't usually have started drinking while still on Enclave duty, but he sure as hell wasn't going to walk all the way down to New Orleans and single handedly secure all the treasures the city's vault had to offer, and it could be days before any other members of the Enclave arrived, so he decided to just say fuck it and drink until another Enclave expedition came that he could join up with; it wasn't like there were any Enclave officers there to reprimand him for it.

After a while, though, Victor had gotten bored of just drinking while getting a mix of dirty looks and curious stares from the other bar patrons. Buying two bottles of bourbon for the road (paid for with caps he had gotten from selling the equipment of a few packs of raiders he had killed on the way to Baton Rouge), Victor put his Enclave helmet back on and exited the bar, heading out into the less than spectacular sight of the city of Baton Rouge (or, Providence, if you care about the specific names of the local settlements). It might have been the biggest city in the Louisiana Wasteland, but Victor had done a lot of traveling during his time with the Enclave, and he had seen several significantly bigger and more spectacular cities than this one; needless to say, he wasn't impressed.

Thinking up another way to pass the time until his Enclave comrades arrived, Victor elected upon indulging in his second vice, gambling. He had overheard from the locals that there was a casino in Baton Rouge, named something along the lines of L'Auberge; being quite a fan of gambling, Victor decided that was how he was going to waste his time and caps until another Enclave expedition came into town. After asking for directions from some of the less hostile locals, Victor soon found his way down to the L'Auberge casino; it was, surprisingly, pretty big and somewhat impressive. Not wasting any more time dilly dallying, Victor went ahead and entered the building. He had a good few hundred caps to waste, the fruits of his raider killing activities; while raiders weren't even the slightest bit of a threat to a professional, highly trained Enclave soldier with the finest armor and weaponry around, they did tend to have weapons and armor Victor could sell.

"Let me guess, you're going to ask me to turn over my weapons, aren't you? Well, that ain't happening; the Enclave has enemies everywhere, and I'm not going to give them an opportunity to strike me while I'm vulnerable. I'm not here to get killed by a Brotherhood assassin, I'm here to gamble, and if you would kindly not get in the way of that, I would be most appreciative." Victor said to the casino guards, speaking with a mild southern accent (something he had picked up from his father), as he walked through the front door, having been to enough casinos to know that they tended to ask people to hand over their weapons. Victor was happy to follow the no-weapons rules of casinos when he was off-duty, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave himself unarmed while wearing a suit of Enclave armor, and he sure as hell wasn't going to take off his incredibly valuable power armor in a town where it could be easily stolen by some petty thief. Besides, chances are the guards would know better than to pick a fight with a professional soldier of the Enclave.

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Postby SaintB » Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:50 pm

Good evening Loseeana! Crawdaddy here to give you the latest skinny that's going on out there in the swamps and bayous.

Alls quiet in no man's land between Providence and Defiance but to everyone who knows what it's like betwixt those two its still better to avoid the place altogether because its only a matter of time before someone lights a cigarette or sneezes too offensively and the war is right back on.

If you don't know 'bout the sibling rivalry 'tween Providence and Defiance than you must be new here!

Allow your humble disc jockey Crawdaddy Jenkins to say welcome to our beautiful piece of the wasteland!

Enjoy your stay brothers and sisters because once our slice of heaven works its voodoo on you you will be hers forever and ever.

Here's a special number just for you with love from Crawdaddy, baby...
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Postby Togeria » Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:00 pm

NEW ORLEANS
Another day, another dollar. This was the philosophy Danny lived by, she was a drug runner, but don't think for a moment she was proud of it. She did it to survive plain and simple. She looked at her pip-boy, and went through her messages. She had to deliver a four baskets of physco, and she would have to travel the bayou.

Problem was she didn't have the caps, but she did have a plan. She put her truck in gear, and went Sam's Hut. It was a nice place located by it, and there was a river way she could cross, if she was lucky she wouldn't run into the inbreds. They were....ok people, but cross them, and she wouldn't only get few choices, and she didn't like any of them.

(20minutes later)

As she made her way there she put her truck in park, and left. She got the raft ready, and have the man a few caps. She put the boxes on the raft, and her way down the bayou. She readied he shotgun, in these swamps anything could attack her, this was simply to ward off the beast that had a little brain power. The trip was smooth, too smooth. She waited, and waited. Ready to pounce on the idiot smart enough to tangle with a drug runner.
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Postby Conglomerate of Iron » Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:26 pm

Small Marsh, South of Defiance. 0300 Hours

"Team, advance 300 meters." Sami quietly motioned her squad onward, towards the hill. Down in the valley below was a bandit camp that had been harassing trade convoys going from Defiance to Vendetta. They had made some very rich people very angry, and that was why Sami and her troops were there.

Her and her squad went to prone on the hillock and monitored the camp, Sami through her scope, her squad through their binoculars. She could see the enemy was in tents, with little cover. They had picked a terrible tactical position. Little cover, and on low ground. She smirked. Amateurs.

She spoke into her earpiece next, saying, "Red Team, Blue Team, you in position?"

The replies came immediately, both affirmative. Sami readied her rifle.

"Suppressed fire people, target the sentries."

Sentries began falling noiselessly as little bits of lead flicked through the air, smashing into their vital regions and rendering them lifeless hunks of flesh. Once all the sentries were taken down, Sami began to communicate to the rest of her troops to ready their weapons.

"Alright, light the bastards up!"

A massive roar of gunfire assaulted her ears as hundreds of bullets, and a few laser blasts, assaulted the bandits. The tents were targeted, and perforated with many holes. The bandits ran out as crazed ants, only to be put down as rabid dogs.

After everyone expended their first magazine, the fire ceased immediately. They waited.

After several minutes had passed, a handful of bandits began exiting the tents; those lucky survivors thinking the battle over. She allowed for them to gather themselves, meet up with each other, begin gathering their supplies. Then the order came.

Several shot from the suppressed weapons ended the remaining bandits' existences.

Providence, Several hours later

Sami smoked a cigar in her main office. Today had been a good day. Merchant unions always paid well.

She called out to her assistant, "Fetch me that one prostitute boy I like, Tyler. He has a cute ass."
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Postby Prusslandia » Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:48 pm

Bayou's of Baton Rouge, Peacock Territory

Jeb laughed, his rumbling bass seeming to blend with the death and destruction around him. Looking about, Jeb gripped his machete and slowly walked over to a young girl, one of the Peacock matriarchs daughters. Still laughing, he nearly bellowed " Look what we 'ave 'ere, boys. A little peecock runt ! " At this, dozens of Jebs family, sons and brothers, came to him. They wore an odd assortment of items, ranging from gator hides to metal sheets, some even wearing the faces of their dead foe. Grabbing the girl by the neck, he held her up, and looked at his family. " Who can tell me what we do to peecocks ?! " Stepping forward, a young boy, no older than thirteen proudly said " We kill em, Paw ! " Laughing in affection, he threw the girl down and tousled the boys malformed head lovingly. " That's right 'Enry. Now, watch closely. Yer gonna do this yerself soon nough. " Turning the crying girl, he brought the machete down upon her.

Baton Rouge, Sawyer Territory

Job looked at the outsider, standing just a few feet from her. Readying his rifle, he slammed the back of her head with it, and grabbed her. Off to the Big House.
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Postby Tayner » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:04 pm

Gunny had benn walking the roads to New Orleans. He counted the cracks in the asphalt, and the clouds in the sky. Then out of nowhere a group of bandits emerged from the woods, not noticing gunny. Gunny quickly ducked behind a old pre war car, and waited. He then jumped out, and shot one in the head with his 10mm pistol. The group was startled, allowing a few seconds for gunny to help finish off the other three, but not after he got shot in the arm. He looted the corpses, and got a med ex, and some bandages. He injected the drug into his arm, and bandaged his wound. He also found some caps and ammo to sell. He then continued to walk the roads. Waiting for the next poor bastards of bandits to wander by. Once he'd get to rat city, he'd find some work, and get some caps. He hoped he'd be able to make it before he saw one of those bloated 25 foot crocodiles he heard rumors about. Those things were the only thing he was afraid of. That and a robot legion.
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Postby Lingria » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:12 pm

Jule Decimus Sawyer
"Look Sister, I have to do this" His sister just nodded "I love you Sister" He was happy when she smiled. But that all went away when he heard "We kill 'Em Paw" Running out into the courtyard he saw a young girl no older then Five years old, With a machete in her skull "What the fuck!" He was extremely angry by what he saw "I thought you promised this Damned feud was over!" Grabbing his Chinese Assault rifle he sprinted into the woods, Stopping for a moment when he heard his sister yell for him "Jule please don't leave me!" He wiped a tear and continued running
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Postby Togeria » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:27 pm

Sawyer Territory
Danny slowly woke up, grabbing her head. "What the hell just hit me?" She asked, her skull was rattling. She tried to get up, but heard the cock of a hammer, and abandon that plan. Instead she looked around, and the sight was disturbing to say the least.

She heard screams of pain, as a man was bitten into, a fight just broke out, an a woman was getting felt up. "Where the fuck am I!" She demanded, but from what she saw she was confident she had her answer.

The mans screams went down as a man who looked to be in his twenties gave a swift bite to his jugular. "Fuck!" She thought to herself, this is what she was trying to avoid. She looked up at the man,"Look bud we can talk about this." She said, hoping he would listen to reason.
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Postby Neo-Assyrian Empire » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:29 pm

The Rusty Bucket
Just outside of Hellenia
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The door to a small room slammed open as Cal rushed in, grabbing as much as he could. He quickly packed everything he had into a small bag and slung it over his shoulder. Cal quickly looked through the shudders of a window. No one was out there. Not yet, at least. Feeling a sense of momentary relief, he opened his bag and took out a small container of Jet. Wasting no time, he inhaled the container and let out a small sigh. He tossed the empty tube aside, picked up the bag, and left the room. He quickly went down the staircase, entering the bar in the hotel's lobby. He quickly shuffled through his pockets and pulled out a dozen caps. "Here, Zeke," He dropped the caps on the counter, "That should cover the cost of my room for the last few days."

The bartender said nothing while he counted the caps. "That'll do," he replied.

"Good. Also, do you have any, er, Jet left in stock?"

"Yep. How many do you need?"

"Only two" The bartender pulled out a couple of tubes. Cal grabbed those and dropped a few more caps on the counter. He left the building and turned right. Little did he know, there were two men in grey suits following him.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a moment?"

Cal turned around only to realize that they were the two men he had been trying to run from. As soon as he realized who they were, he began to sprint down the streets while the suited duo chased him. Cal ducked into an alley, hoping to find someway to escape them, but it was a dead end. The two men blocked the only way out.

"Listen... I don't have the money for your boss today, but I can get it to you in a week. Just give me one week, and I ca-"

"It's too late, Cal. You've said this before, and you never follow through. Now we've got to take care of you for good."

Cal just stood there. "Alright... suit yourselves." He whipped out his hunting knife and threw it at one of the men, stabbing him in the kidney. As the second man drew his pistol, Cal grabbed his sniper and shot the man in the kneecap. As they lay in the alley, bleeding out, Cal grabbed the second man's pistol and shot him in the head. He then kneeled down next to the first man, with the pistol still in his hand. "I would kill you right now... I really would... but I'm not going to. Because I need you to send a message to your boss for me. Tell him that if he ever sends a couple of..." He looked at the other body, "cheap mercs to kill me again, then I won't be so kind as to send another one back alive." Cal reached into his pockets and dropped a few caps on the man's stomach, along with the pistol.

"That should be enough for you to find a doctor at the inn a few buildings back. But, you might want to go quickly..." Cal yanked the dagger out of the man's kidney, "Without this knife holding the blood, you'll pass out in the next fifteen minutes or so. Good luck." Cal stood up and casually walked out of the alley, continuing down the streets of the settlement. The rush of Jet began to fade as his head began to ache. But it didn't matter, now that the action had ended. He just went on his way, hoping to leave the city by dusk, so long as no one else tried to kill him.
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Postby Lingria » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:53 pm

Jule Decimus Sawyer
Jule slowed down when he pasted the third lake "Agh...My chest!" Rubbing his chest he heard moaning or was it growling? Following the sound he pulled the hammer back on the Chinese Assault rifle "Who goes there!?" He yelled but he just heard growling then a howl "What the fu...?" Before he could finish he saw a herd of ghouls run from the hills above "OH FUCK!" He yelled before turning around and sprinting at full speed "AGH!!" Turning around he pulled the trigger on the gun and closed his eyes "AGH!! DIE DIE DIE!" When he opened his eyes he saw a bloody mess of ghouls "Gross!" Walking back home he reloaded the gun before sitting on the porch "Brother! Brother! You came back for me!" His sister was in tears before she jumped in his lap "Agh...Sister your heavy" he said with a gruffed voice "Are you calling me fat!?" She nearly started screaming "No, No, No. You've got it all wrong, Your becoming a proper woman and you've gained muscle from it" He smiled at his sister as she put on her cute face "So....Your saying I'm stronger then you?" She said with pride "Well.....Yes" he replied because he really didn't fell like getting in an argument with her "YAY! Paw Paw! Jule said I'm stronger then him!" 'Ugh, What a day' he thought
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Postby Neo-Chicago » Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:59 pm

Jeremiah took out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth, as he struck a match and lit it. The radio was on, and "I Put A Spell On You" was playing. He liked the station that the guy named Crawdaddy Jenkins ran. It was really the only station worth listening to that ran around there. "Isaac, I'm heading out. Tell the other Gatekeepers that I headed out to Rat City if I don't come back." he said to the general, after they had both come downstairs, following the incident with the vampires.
"Alright, just be careful out there, Jeremiah." Isaac replied, helping Jeremiah with the furniture placed in front of the door.
"Yeah, I will be." he said, as he pulled on his hazmat-suit, which had pieces of scrap metal attached to it for protection. "Oh, also, I'm taking the rowboat until I get out of the swampland." Jeremiah added. Isaac nodded, and shut the doors to the cathedral. After about fifteen minutes of rowing, Jeremiah reached the settlement, because calling it a city would be far too much of a stretch. Jeremiah walked up to a small deck, which was somewhat altar-like. As he stepped up to it, several of the citizens groaned, and another muttered something about nutjobs. "Citizens of Rat City, I implore you to join the Order of the Gatekeepers! Purge the great land of Louisiana of the vampires, once and for all!" he shouted into the crowd.
"Vampires? Are you crazy or something?" one of the citizens said, with an almost disgusted look on her face.
"The monstrosities, those whose flesh has been warped by the bombs, those that our ancestors warned us about!" Jeremiah told her, as if it was an obvious fact.
"Yeah, I'd like to hear you saying that around Providence..." one of the men in the crowd that had now amassed around Jeremiah said.
"Providence? Why, what's special there?" Jeremiah asked, confused.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you. I think you'd better see it for yourself." the same man said, with a satisfied smirk now on his face. Jeremiah was still confused by what this man had said.
"I will! Mark my words, I will say those exact words in the swampland near Providence!" he yelled at the man, each man thinking that the other was about the same level of crazy.

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"Providence!" shouted Jeremiah, as he entered the main hall of the Haven of St. Louis. He was given several confused looks by some of the other Gatekeepers. "Inquisitor Joseph, I would like you to head to the swamp near Providence, I have some suspicions that there may be vampires amassed there." he told one of the inquisitors, the one who had already began putting his hazmat armor on.
"Right away, sir!" he shouted, ecstatic to be addressed by the one the others referred to as St. Alexander. They had never said it to his face, however, as he didn't approve of being called a saint.
"Take a riverboat from Rat City." Jeremiah added, giving a handful of caps to Joseph. "This should be enough."
"I'll report to you upon my return, sir!" he said, giving Jeremiah a salute. With that, he embarked on his journey, heading to Rat City by one of the rowboats that had been scavenged from the riverside of the French Quarter...
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Postby Krugmar » Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:19 am

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L'Auberge Casino and Hotel
Providence


Albert paced around his penthouse, trying to find his tie. He could not find it anywhere, yet his wife had not been responding to his calling, she must have already gone down to the floor with the rest of his family. Eventually he found it, a lime green tie that he often wore with his dark grey suit. He wrapped it around his neck and began tying it around, humming to himself slightly as he did it. He was in a good mood, everything seemed to be going so well for his family, a family as old as Providence itself. They had been there at the beginning, though admittedly they had not always been as French as they were.

He made his way to the elevator, recently installed several months ago, and hit the button for the lobby. Barely a minute passed before he found himself in the wide open lobby of his beloved casino. Barely a few seconds after that passed until he heard a small argument going on at the front of the door between some of his security thugs and a potential customer decked out in some strange looking power armour. Albert naturally made his way over to solve the problem.

"What the fuck is a Brotherhood Assassin?" asked the thug, scratching his head in confusion.

Albert put his hand on the thugs shoulder, moving him aside slighty. "Bonjour, welcome to the L'Auberge casino mon'ami. We do have a strict no-weapons policy, however I believe that we can come to an accord. You say that you are a soldier? It just so happens that I have an admiration for soldiers" started Albert, his flare for drama coming in handy. "I will allow you to keep your armour on and your weapons, holstered and on safety of course, but I must insist on one of my security members following you and keeping the other customers safe" he said. He would never want to lose a potential customer, but he didn't fully trust this man in the strange looking power armour, it was a type that he had never seen before.
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Postby Fascist Russian Empire » Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:58 am

Victor Robinson,
L'Auberge Casino


Victor laughed when Albert asked if he was a soldier. "I take it you aren't familiar with the Enclave, then? Well, suffice to say, we're the remnants of the pre-war government, and we're one of the most powerful forces around; granted, we've had some defeats at the hands of the New California Republic and the Brotherhood of Steel, but that don't change the fact that we're the toughest folks you'll find. We have the best training, the best armor, and the best weapons. This armor I'm wearing? It's called power armor, and it's the toughest armor you'll probably ever see in your lifetime. Yes, I'm a soldier, and a soldier with the finest military organization in America." Victor explained to the casino owner, a little bit surprised that the locals hadn't heard of the Enclave (or probably the Brotherhood of Steel, for that matter); hell, they probably didn't even know about the NCR or Caesar's Legion, for all Victor knew.

"In any case, if you want to have your security men watch me, I'm not going to stop you. Oh, and, just so you know, if you see anybody from the Brotherhood of Steel come in here, you'll know them both from the fact that they wear power armor and by their insignia, which is a sword and three cogs in a circle surrounded by wings, while the Enclave insignia is a capital 'E' in a circle, then I highly recommend that you either kick them out or kill them on the spot. The Brotherhood are a bunch of techno-fetishists and quasi-religious freaks who think that all pre-war technology belongs to them, and they'll kill and rob people to get their hands on any piece of technology they want. The Brotherhood of Steel is dangerous, especially because of the fact that they have weapons and armor almost as advanced as the Enclave, only they, unlike the Enclave, use their weapons and power armor to satisfy their own agenda of greed and thievery. Since it would appear that ya'll aren't aware of any of the factions outside of the Louisiana Wasteland, like the Enclave, I felt I should probably give you a warning about the Brotherhood and its dangers. Right, well, I'm off to gamble; if you want to hear more about dangerous groups that might show up here, or more about the Enclave, I ain't got nowhere to be, at least until the rest of my unit shows up." Victor explained, figuring that if they hadn't heard of the Enclave, it was pretty likely they also hadn't heard of the Brotherhood of Steel.

Since he had gotten approval from the casino owner, Victor proceeded to walk over to the casino cashier and laid down four hundred caps. "Here, I'd like to exchange four hundred caps for chips." He said, casually, to the cashier, who would probably be giving him strange stares like half the other people in the town. Honestly, had these people never seen a suit of power armor before, or seen a member of the Enclave before? What kind of rock had they been living under? Of course, Victor actually somewhat enjoyed explaining about the Enclave to the locals; Victor was one of the most proud Enclave members anybody would likely find, and he always enjoyed speaking well of it. It was fairly annoying to have just about everybody be ignorant of the Enclave, but it was better than having them be anti-Enclave, and it gave him the chance to speak highly of the Enclave and help warn people of the threats posed by the Enclave's enemies.

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No one ever comes this up north of the River except the brave and the stupid That is what many of the River Pirates say about the northern portions of the Child of the River. Usually they stay away from the River Peoples since the newest and largest of the river pirates were not afraid to come down south to attack the unsuspecting fishing towns or just riverboats in order to amass their wealth, but now they have been spotted even further down in places like Vendetta and even Rat City. Many times they have been expanding their river smuggling trade of various drugs, makeshift weapons, or general goods they either plundered or had gotten from other settlements in the other wasteland.

Many people know that the tribals turned pirates were ambitious for to their leader, Chromebash Antler, it was always just one more cap, one more head of cattle, one more sword. In truth, he was quite cautious but the wealth of the Child can drive a man wild, especially when it came to what the River Peoples were more passive at first, but the chaos of the east had driven them here and now they are part of the River. They were all former tribals that many of the criminal believed that they were on there way to becoming" civilized" and there were very few people who knew how to keep the steamboats in the Louisiana Wasteland like the River Peoples for the use of automobiles and even ships were a very rare sight to those that have been coming from places that don't have such luxuries. However, many of the Peoples have been losing armor piercing crossbow bolts and longbows that was the bane of many militias that they had come across in their raids. They usually stay away or sneak into the provinces that they would shoot them on sight or if they have any bounties on them, which if true, there aren't any so far.

Many of them had settled in a commercial harbor that had been semi-restored by the River Peoples where there two ship navy was being repaired by the very few engineers that have been blessed with the knowledge of building and repairing such Old World treasures of machinery such as the Steamboats. The harbor housed defenses from an sea invasion or to try and regulate the water with their pseudo-tribal farming techniques with there own mechanical expertise( though very limited) to try and make a small farm so they can be able to grow their own food but it was minute compared to the foodstuffs they had gained from raiding. They had more need for resources by taking what they want or need and they will need for the long run. One of the things they have always been on the look out for was more guns, to other places like the small towns or villages, many do not have guns for they are mostly agriculture and fight the pirates with their own farming equipment or makeshift weapons that fail them. However, they needed other things first, like food and things to smuggle to those in Vendetta.

With the various needs that they still have. The River Peoples will have to go to the local fishing villages and take the food, metal, wood, and even slaves for guns, caps, and general medical services. They also wanted to try and increase their rate of growth by hiring a doctor, an engineer, perhaps even organize people to trade with them. However, they will need to organize a conquest and to that they have been wondering should they even start subjugating local river fishing villages. Chromebash did not truly want to start subjugating for the short term needs of the Peoples came first and they wish to grow their wealth even more so they may hire people and have the ability to increase their reach.

A raiding party of thirty was on a steamboat down the River even further to the more wealthier villages and ships that were coming from the main settlements in the Child. This will be a step up from their light attacks that they usually do as they have been becoming more daring in their attacks since they started about three years ago. Most pirates were equipped with bows, crossbows, and a melee weapon and only a few had anything with guns and grenades, but to them should be enough for a large raid on a wealthy target to get the needs for trade.
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Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Victor Robinson,
L'Auberge Casino


Victor laughed when Albert asked if he was a soldier. "I take it you aren't familiar with the Enclave, then? Well, suffice to say, we're the remnants of the pre-war government, and we're one of the most powerful forces around; granted, we've had some defeats at the hands of the New California Republic and the Brotherhood of Steel, but that don't change the fact that we're the toughest folks you'll find. We have the best training, the best armor, and the best weapons. This armor I'm wearing? It's called power armor, and it's the toughest armor you'll probably ever see in your lifetime. Yes, I'm a soldier, and a soldier with the finest military organization in America." Victor explained to the casino owner, a little bit surprised that the locals hadn't heard of the Enclave (or probably the Brotherhood of Steel, for that matter); hell, they probably didn't even know about the NCR or Caesar's Legion, for all Victor knew.

"In any case, if you want to have your security men watch me, I'm not going to stop you. Oh, and, just so you know, if you see anybody from the Brotherhood of Steel come in here, you'll know them both from the fact that they wear power armor and by their insignia, which is a sword and three cogs in a circle surrounded by wings, while the Enclave insignia is a capital 'E' in a circle, then I highly recommend that you either kick them out or kill them on the spot. The Brotherhood are a bunch of techno-fetishists and quasi-religious freaks who think that all pre-war technology belongs to them, and they'll kill and rob people to get their hands on any piece of technology they want. The Brotherhood of Steel is dangerous, especially because of the fact that they have weapons and armor almost as advanced as the Enclave, only they, unlike the Enclave, use their weapons and power armor to satisfy their own agenda of greed and thievery. Since it would appear that ya'll aren't aware of any of the factions outside of the Louisiana Wasteland, like the Enclave, I felt I should probably give you a warning about the Brotherhood and its dangers. Right, well, I'm off to gamble; if you want to hear more about dangerous groups that might show up here, or more about the Enclave, I ain't got nowhere to be, at least until the rest of my unit shows up." Victor explained, figuring that if they hadn't heard of the Enclave, it was pretty likely they also hadn't heard of the Brotherhood of Steel.

Since he had gotten approval from the casino owner, Victor proceeded to walk over to the casino cashier and laid down four hundred caps. "Here, I'd like to exchange four hundred caps for chips." He said, casually, to the cashier, who would probably be giving him strange stares like half the other people in the town. Honestly, had these people never seen a suit of power armor before, or seen a member of the Enclave before? What kind of rock had they been living under? Of course, Victor actually somewhat enjoyed explaining about the Enclave to the locals; Victor was one of the most proud Enclave members anybody would likely find, and he always enjoyed speaking well of it. It was fairly annoying to have just about everybody be ignorant of the Enclave, but it was better than having them be anti-Enclave, and it gave him the chance to speak highly of the Enclave and help warn people of the threats posed by the Enclave's enemies.


Albert L'Auberge
L'Auberge Casino and Hotel
Providence


Albert listened to the 'Enclave soldier' with some amusement, though he took care not to show it. Too many had claimed to be the best, most were drunkards and gamblers and could not be trusted. When he heard that they considered themselves a pre-war government, he almost laughed. He kept himself composed however, idly wondering when this government would begin sending him taxes. He listened to the man talk of the Brotherhood some more, and nodded at him before he left. He watched him walk away to the cashiers desk with some satisfaction, hopefully he would waste all of his credits here and drink away the rest in misery.

"Mr L'Auberge, Sir. Should we bar any of these Brotherhood from the casino?" asked one of his thugs.

Albert paused for a second, tapping his watch as he was thinking about it. He knew of the Brotherhood, not much but enough to know about their usual dealings with foreigners. "No, we provide services to all. However, if they begin to fight then they must be removed from the premises" he said.

"Yes sir, I'll tell the others" said the thug, quickly moving on to inform the other thugs and Security guards on the new situation. Albert made his way towards the bar, intending to get a drink and chat to some of his customers. He made his way towards the VIP lounge, where the richer townspeople and travelers bought their way into. Perhaps his family would be in there, since he couldn't find them anywhere in the Penthouse.

Casino Cashier
L'Auberge Casino and Hotel
Providence


The cashier took the bag of 400 caps and placed it on the electronic scales, making sure that it came to the correct weight. She then pulled out a set of forty purple chips, each worth ten caps, and handed them to the Enclave soldier. "Enjoy the L'Auberge experience sir" she said with a forced smile.
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Postby SaintB » Mon Jan 12, 2015 1:44 pm

Hey baby its Crawdaddy Jenkins here for your regularly scheduled updates on the news.

Seems the swamps are crawling with fem fatales today so gentlemen keep your heads down if you're venturing out there!

That beautiful buxom mercenary maiden Sami Tamerlane and her merry band of soldiers of fortune were recently active out Defiance way where they squashed some bandits with superior firepower and tactics. Crawdaddy's hat goes off to the badass babe and her bounty killers for a job well done.

Way down south near Morgan City way it seems that our famous feminist fighters are once more on the prowl as several young men have disappeared in the region. Crawdaddy thinks it's either the Amazons or a literal man eating gator that be lurking somewhere nearby.

If any of our lovely ladies of lethality were to set their sights on ol' Crawdaddy you bet he'd make a run for Mississippi!
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Postby Lunas Legion » Mon Jan 12, 2015 2:24 pm

ELEF Log #1A
Location: Natchitoches


Since we're on the ground now, it's probably time to start filling these out. Vertibird ran out of fuel south-west of Natchitoches, so we ditched her in the ruins, grabbed everything salvageable, destroyed the rest and are currently camped in a shack to the south-east of the city debating out next move towards New Orelans.

ELEF Commander Victor Drake


"I still say we stab straight south-west along what's left of I-49 through Alexandria to Layafette, then we can choose whether to head via I-10 through Baton Rouge or southwards along 90 through Morgan once we get there." One of the eight ELEF soldiers traced the route along the slightly battered map of lower Louisianna. They'd set up a temporary camp in a abandoned house south-east of the city, leaving their robots to patrol the perimeter. "It's quicker, and we don't have to risk the smaller roads being overrun by whatever's in these forsaken swamps."

Another shook her head. "No, heading down the 71 or 1 after Alexandria to Rouge would be quicker, and then from Rouge we take the I-10 to New Orleans. Quicker, but possibily riskier." She glanced over to Victor, who loomed over the map, as if attempting to carve out a route with his gaze. "It's your call, commander. 71 or 49?"

Drake stood. He blinked, considering his options, before he spoke. "71. It's quicker, and we need every advantage we can get. This may more than likely be a suicide mission, but we're damn well going to do our best to fulfil our orders. Roberts, gather everything up. We move out in 5."

After five minutes of decamping and reprogramming their robots orders, ELEF began to move south, the sentry bots in the vanguard whilst the eyebots further down the ruined interstate.
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Postby Neo-Chicago » Mon Jan 12, 2015 2:33 pm

Jeremiah, Haven of St. Louis

Jeremiah sat on one of the cathedral's pews, praying for Inquisitor Joseph's safety. He didn't know what was in the swampland around Providence specifically, but he had heard tale of tribes of hideously deformed subhumans. Although he doubted their existence, the risk was still there. The radio was on, and now a song called "Jackson" was playing. He only wished that he could kill more of those beasts that lurked the bayou. The vampires were not harmed by crosses, nor were they harmed by holy water, as his teachings had said; however, they could be killed by a stake, still, and the flame of a laser rifle dispatched them quickly. "Joseph, wherever you are, be safe." he finished, getting up off of the pew. Jeremiah thought that Providence was a safe place, but he had never seen the vast city himself, so he could not know.
"Jeremiah, come quick!" an inquisitor who had just burst through the double-doors that led to the main hall. "There have been gunshots, and we fear that the vampires may have come back!"
"What?!? Gather the senior knights of the Apollo Militants, tell them to meet me on the main tower!" Jeremiah said, alarmed. He hadn't taken his hazmat suit off yet, as he had just recently gotten back to the cathedral. The inquisitor speaking to him had run off to the quarters, where the militants slept. Grabbing the Lance of St. Louis, Jeremiah ran up the tower steps, lifting the bar holding the window in place, and opening it. "I thought I told you that I warned ye!" he shouted, shocked by what he saw. There were about two dozen vampires, all armed to the the teeth, one appearing to even have a grenade launcher. "Oh Christ!" he yelled in alarm, attempting to dispatch the grenade-launcher armed vampire first. Shooting him with the Lance, the heat of the laser caused one of the grenades to become superheated, detonating it and killing about four of the vampires. Several of them cringed, and two of the Senior Knights had gathered in the tower now, and had picked off two more vampires. One of the vampires scrambled for one of the grenades that had been in the grenade launcher; unfortunately, he kicked it into the flaming body of the grenade launcher ghoul, causing it to detonate as well. Needless to say, he was killed.
One of the ghouls had an assault rifle, and it blasted Jeremiah in the arm. He fell backwards, clutching the wound. "YOU BASTARD DEMON-SPAWN!" he spit out in rage, climbing back up and personally disintegrating the vampire that had shot him. It was the last one, as the nights had killed the others that remained.
"You okay?" asked Senior Knight Roland, concerned.
"I'll be fine, it's just a flesh wound." he told Roland, injecting himself with one of the stimpacks he had on hand. The vampires had still lost this battle, but they were stubborn, and would likely try another assault on the cathedral soon after. After Jeremiah had killed one of their number seeking refuge, it seemed they had been given a personal vendetta against the Gatekeepers. He only opened that Inquisitor Joseph was faring better than they were.

Joseph, The River Queen

Joseph had boarded a small riverboat known as The River Queen. He had managed to catch it just as it had been leaving. Pushing the hair out of his face, Joseph leaned against the edge of the boat, looking down into the murky depths of the Mississippi. It seemed to always be hiding something, and for a moment, he thought he had caught a glimmer of movement from beneath. It appeared to be nothing however, on further examination. The boat's radio was on, and a song by somebody named Johnny Cash. To the right of the boat, he saw a small inlet, and in the distance, a small sign that said Montz. It appeared to have some pavement nearby, though most of it was under swampland. A sense of foreboding overcame Joseph for a moment, but the boat seemed safe enough.
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Postby Tayner » Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:05 pm

Gunny dared not travel past the tree line. He heard screames , gunshots, and the sounds of ghouls being slaughtered. Sounded like one hell of a party, but he didn't want to be an uninvited guest to this one. His raido was on, and he heard crawdaddy or whatever he called himself on. Gunny liked the man, most of the news he told was truth, but gunny thought he'd be better at it. Then a certain noise cought his ears, a bear trap in the woods. He went in and saw a 20 foot crocodile with it's mouth clamped shut by the bear trap. He the emptied 10 shotgun shells into it, out of pure fear. He then walked back to the road, and saw some bandits. He took a grenade, and tossed it at them, hoping that it woul kill all six of them of them. It didn't, it killed two. He just fucked with the wrong people. They turned around and opened up onto the woods, hitting him twice in the arm. Then he fired his shotgun killing one of them. They tried to run, but not after throwing a Molotov cocktail at him. He then ran after them, because they looted their dead comrades. He then shot one in the leg, and walked up to him. Gunny said " I'm gonna need your gun, and that stimpack, and that ball cap, and your caps. And you ammo." The raider said " Fuck off" before bleeding out. Gunny looted him, and got his .308 hunting rifle, a dozen .308 rounds, 27 caps, and a brown trucker ball cap. And he used the stimpack right away. He then kept moving to rat city, hoping he wouldent get shot again.
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Postby SaintB » Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:29 pm

Hey there brothers and sisters, its your old pal CJ, or Crawdaddy Jenkin]s if you prefer and I'm interrupting your regularly scheduled broadcast for an important news bulletin!

The city council of Providence has issued a bounty of 800 caps to anyone who can assist the city in finding and stopping the mysterious murderer that is being dubbed 'The Province Plugger' by your's truly just right this very second.

I repeat that a bounty of eight times one hundred caps, or for those of you who cannot math that good, 800 has been posted for anyone who can assist in getting rid of this menace to the fair town of Providence. The Plugger has recently claimed their thirteenth victim in the streets and alleys of the city and it is feared that there will be more to come.

So all you cats and chicks of civic mind, or the ones who like shiny shiny currency, should maybe head over Providence way and try to help our brothers and sisters out there.

And to 'The Province Plugger' I say: Thirteen is an unlucky number baby and you have killed yourself thirteen more innocent people than you should have and I think your time in this world is just about done. This one goes out for you man.
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Postby Conglomerate of Iron » Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:32 pm

Providence

Sami was just finished with her toy, Tyler. He was pretty young, about 18 or 19, but she liked them young and pretty. He exited, and she resumed looking over her financial papers.

A great year. Really raking in the cash. But there was always more to be made.

She glanced through the reports from the field. Most of her troops were deployed on various missions, from caravan security to search and destroy. However, some jobs she could solo on.

She remembered hearing that there had been an epidemic of murders in Providence. She should check the local mayoral office about that.

Town Hall

She walked up to the desk of the secretary.

"I have heard of the recent murders and would like to speak to the mayor."
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Postby Tayner » Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:26 pm

SaintB wrote:Hey there brothers and sisters, its your old pal CJ, or Crawdaddy Jenkin]s if you prefer and I'm interrupting your regularly scheduled broadcast for an important news bulletin!

The city council of Providence has issued a bounty of 800 caps to anyone who can assist the city in finding and stopping the mysterious murderer that is being dubbed 'The Province Plugger' by your's truly just right this very second.

I repeat that a bounty of eight times one hundred caps, or for those of you who cannot math that good, 800 has been posted for anyone who can assist in getting rid of this menace to the fair town of Providence. The Plugger has recently claimed their thirteenth victim in the streets and alleys of the city and it is feared that there will be more to come.

So all you cats and chicks of civic mind, or the ones who like shiny shiny currency, should maybe head over Providence way and try to help our brothers and sisters out there.

And to 'The Province Plugger' I say: Thirteen is an unlucky number baby and you have killed yourself thirteen more innocent people than you should have and I think your time in this world is just about done. This one goes out for you man.


Gunny heard the broad cast and imeaditley turned around. He was days from rat city, but hours from Providence, or one hour. He had lost his map the other day, so he didn't know. But 800 caps sounded nicer then a fairy tale.

A Little Bit Later

He arrived at Providence, with little problems. Just the complete loss of feeling in his arm, which had been shot three times. He walked in, and found the nearest bar, bought a Med-X and some Whiskey. He cleaned and bandaged his wound, injected the drug, and sat down. He looked into a mirror, and he looked like shit. And he felt like it too. He then rented a room for 10 caps, and cleaned up and went to sleep. He could bounty hunt in the morning.
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Postby Carathon » Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:21 pm

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Outskirts of Sawyer and Peacock Territory

Shrouded by darkness, eight wraiths manifested from the depths of the sweltering Louisiana swamps. Cloaked with leather and shadow, they advanced forward, silent wolves stalking between the trees and wet, cold ground. The lead spirit raised a nebulous hand, the air itself seeming to obey his orders with a stifling stillness. Another shadow stepped forward, sniffing the air, tasting it. His face contorted into a unpleasant frown.

"I smell it, Virgil. The reaper's presence is strong here." As if a fox, he leaned close to the ground, feeling the soil. "Even in the very earth itself, death resides."

Virgil sighed, and faithfully recited from his most treasured holotape, the Inferno.

'Midway in the journey of our life.
I came to myself in a dark wood.
For the straight way was lost.'


A third, thin voice penetrated the air, objecting. "That.... book again, Virgil? We have no time for non-sense written when the old world was new, we must kee-" to the untrained ear, the sound that rung through the rustling leaves and bubbling swamps could have been mistaken for little more then the idle croaking of the mutated crickets that prowled the Cajun marshes. But the Frunmentarii could make out the cadence of pain and suffering echoing within it. They were still far. Six months, and Virgil felt as if he was thousands of miles and poles apart from the Vault, if the bloody thing ever exists.

"We shall move forth and meet with the tribals. I trust none of you have forgotten the plan." Virgil questioned, turned back to his peers. A harsh chuckle split the night as a four voice rang out, flipping a chrome lighter into ignition, illuminating his ebony face and long dreads. "Aye. And these gate-keeper cunts? They don't know much about them, except they're well-armed, decently trained and they fucking hate any kind of freak. I'll meet up with 'em, and provide them with the map." Virgil nodded to the dread-locked man. "Excellent, Crassius."

The second man continued to stiff, but otherwise stood stoically. "And you, Bleeding-Heart, shall make yourself known at Providence. Dispose that pathetic welp of a so-called murderer and report to their council. You must do." With that, the two dispersed, rejoining the darkness once more.

Virgil sighed, flipped up his hood and continued with his remaining five, presenting themselves out in the open for the Sawyers to see, seemingly unarmed.

'Ah, how hard it is to tell
the nature of that wood, savage, dense and harsh-
the very thought of it renews my fear....'
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