Ashes [IC]

[Kentsland]

Ashes

This is the IC, find the OOC and Applications here.

What's been going on in the wasteland so far?
-Men in the northwest farmland spewing radio propoganda are claiming to be the successor to the US Gov
-Mutiny in the secret Elysium vault
-Power/trading blocs forming in the city proper
-Zealot "knights" purifying the wastes
-Trade agreements forming down by the dam and the church

[Badafar]

Mont Black Monastery, Chapter #1

The Monastery is a quiet place, it could be compared to the jack pine that grows after a forest fire or a poppy in the battlegrounds of Europe. The people of the Monastery live a hard and honest life, with principles that are hard to come by in the ruins of the civilised world. They try to educate the people of the wastes of the knowledge of the old world by preserving books, art, documents and technology. For those who do not know about histories mistakes, are doomed to repeat them. In the morning, the workers awake to the sound of a bell and are shipped off to their jobs around the compound. Guards go on patrol, cooks prepare the meals, mechanics build and repair, the doctors tend to the sick, and the book keepers.. well, they keep books. Located on the east side of the church is the library building, it was originally an old storage for religious texts that was renovated into a makeshift library of sorts, a few lights were hung up and connected to the solar panels and they moved in lockers and bookshelves. Within a few years the librarians had stored quite a haul from the scavengers.

William arose from his slumber a few hours after the workers, his room was located at the back of the church and was the biggest in the Monastery compound, a long bed sorrounded by bookshelves filled with his personal reading collection, and a furnace in the corner kept the warmth in the room. William took a look around his room and sighed, while he took on the mission to remain as positive as he could, he couldn't help but feel melancholy in the hellish environment. William took a glance at the clock on his wall and opened his wardrobe where he quickly changed into a set of flowing white robes decorated in a red crucifix. With a few long strides, he found himself at the small study desk located by the door which was covered with an assortment of papers and sat a glass vial of ink and a feather quill. He had been writing the events that happened around Mayfield since he was elected leader of the Monastery, he had a thirst for documenting and writing down history that could never be quenched. It was time to stop milling around and get to work it seemed, William left his room and stepped out into the main hall of the church.

The main hall was long and wide, large stain glass windows depicting religious history lined the pale white-washed walls on both sides of the hall, providing a cast of natural light in the room. Wooden pews sat in rows that were used for the daily meetings or the weekly Sunday congregations. A few robed figures walked through the hall as they went on their business, either conversing or heading to the library to begin organizing the many books and files they had in storage there. A soft hum of electricity ran through the building from the solar panels powering the power units below. William stepped off the podium and removed a small bible from his pocket, pushing his fingers through the thin pages until he found his place, quickly reading a passage from Genesis before pocketing the book. William followed the corridor to his left until he found the library room. Towering bookshelves lined the walls, filled with organized books and files. The book keepers hurried about as they wrote, scribbled and read, as it was their job after all. A few others from the Garage sat about in greasy overalls as they looked for diagrams and schematics, prompting the scholars to cringe as the men dirtied the books with their muddy hands. All was well and working, so William nodded to the chief librarian and left.

William stepped outside and into the inner Monastery compound and took a look around him. The walls of scavenged metals and wood weren't very strong but they provided a good enough shield from whatever lay beyond the walls, the little guards they had patrolled the battlements in black robes with rusty metal breastplates and chainmail vests armed with rifles and shotguns, while the engineers tended to the walls and further reinforced them with rusted sheet metal and wooden beams for extra support. William climbed up the ladder that was leant against the inner wall where he looked out across at the outer areas of the compound. Busy farmers where watering and tending to the crops that grew in the designated farm land or bagged what they had gotten from the last harvest. William was about to turn back to the church when a man called him, more specifically the watch commander.

"William! my good man, I've talked it over with the others and I have a proposition for you." William turned around to meet the source of his voice; a heavily built man wearing a white tunic and a chest rig filled with rifle magazines, a large bushy beard lifted with his smile and his bright eyes. "And what would that be?" William replied, resting his hands on the belt loops that ran around his waist. "We've been thinking of expanding territory to the hospital to the west, we believe that it would be a good place to begin healing the survivors that we come across in the town." William glazed over the thought, while it is a good idea, it would be a challenging task. "Make sure it's clear first, but you have my permission." "Oh great, I'll go tell the boys-.." "Not so fast.. once we have an arms deal running with one of the other factions 'round here, then you can go. " the man sighed at having his amazing plan being delayed and nodded, walking off towards the guards tower. William stifled a laugh and looked back out over the battlements. The morning sun drifted along, a fantastic sight above the ruins of society.

[The Tophat Empire]

Imperial office building 1

"Trooper 2313, 12th imperial squad, Sir!" the solider said, standing in a salute, his voice strangely not muffled by the gas mask on his face, his G3 rifle hanging over his shoulder.

"Trooper, Report" the staff sergeant said, sitting at a table inside the military office building

"Upon arriving at Farm 6, 6 hostile where detected, Raider class. We hid inside the living building, hoping to arrest them on sight. When one of them pulled a gun on the farmer, We opened fire, neutralizing the hostiles. However one of the rounds fired by Trooper 2311 struck the farmers leg. After securing the area, as well as the farmer we transported the corpses to the coroner, and the farmer to the hospital. You will have a full report at the end of the day" The trooper responded. still standing in a salute.

"I see, have trooper 2311 punished, 1 day of labor, as per law" the staff sergeant responded, taking forth a punishment form, writing down the sentence, and handing it to the trooper. then writing a copy to be placed in the achieves

"Sir, yes sir!" the trooper said, turn around and leaving the office.

Far end of the dam, Stronghold 2

"Easy as it goes!" the foreman shouted as the workers placed down huge concrete blocks, they where finishing the upgrade of the far end of the dam, replacing the old wall, made out of scrap. With a new one built out of concrete, the door made out of new steel. painted in black, to make sure rust don´t destroy it.

Some 10 meters away the pride of the Empire where located, The APC, converted to a turret, a team of engineers where conducting maintenance, Cleaning the barrel, and the sorts. While they produced new 20mm ammunition for it, it was made with black powder, leading to a increase of barrel maintenance. "TEST FIRE COMMENCING, 5 ROUNDS. FIRE!" one of the repairmen said, and right away 5 rounds where fired from the 20mm autocannon, striking the water below.

Imperial Army Command Center, inside the dam. 4 days before

"Lord General Johan, Are you sure this is a wise plan?" Lord General Oliver said, looking at the mad of the local area

"Yes, i have the emperors backing, we have received word of a settlement in a old church. and we have to investigate, they might have cunning doctors, something we are in need of" Lord General Johan responded, looking at Emperor Wiking

"Let it be done, send a detachment of soldiers to initiate contact, remember diplomacy is proi one" Wiking responded

"Yes, my lord" Lord General Oliver sighted and said

Rooftop of a old building 300m from the church, current day

"Yep, that is a settlement alright. come on lets go" a solider looking into a pair of binoculars said: he rose from his prone position, and walked down to the street below. followed by his 4 men, they walked together with there pack animal up towards the entrance to the walled up church, there G3 slung in there shoulders, and there gas masks, tightly secured on there face. they did there best too not lock intimidating, but there was only so much they could do, the rest was up to the guardians of the monastery

[Kentsland]

The Wandering Radhulks
Somewhere South of Ground Zero

The morning sun woke the mother up first, a light haze in the far distance. In another time she would think it pretty or eloquent, although her old life was gone. She was a math teacher before the collapse, teaching at the Mayfield High School miles away. On the day of the disaster she had played hooky however, calling in sick and then spending the day at the Phillips and Son Racetrack, an amateur raceway where her going-steady boyfriend was a stock car driver. She had no recollection of her lost life aside from random memories that crept into her mind of the school, her boyfriend, or her parents. If she hadn't played hooky, maybe she wouldn't be this. She would undoubtedly be dead by now, but she wouldn't be this.

She crawled up to her feet and looked around at her 'flock'. There was eighteen including herself. Most of them have been mutants since the start and lived at the racetrack ever since, although others changed over times-be it adventurers to the track that didn't get killed or were irradiated elsewhere and wandered to the racetrack, where they'd be accepted. A burly radhulk with a few flecks of blonde hair was one of them. He was grey-er in skin, which detailed that he mutated elsewhere. He wandered up to Mother on his wide legs, and muttered a phrase ever common in the flocks, "me hunger".

The flock gathered up and prepared to leave. The day before they shared a handful of rubble rats that they managed to club in the small gas station that they slept in, yet the last substantial meal they had was three days ago, when the flock wandered upon a tiny herd of pack-jacks grazing on stubble in a long gone farm. The radhulks had a single fighting tactic; encircle the prey then close in on them, blustering them with whatever melee weapon they had. They didn't cook their meat or anything, but rather ate the three pack-jacks raw.Although that was three days ago and they've been hungry since. "More food this way" Mother had preached, although she had no way of knowing.

Her and her flock were ready to depart the gas station, and Mother looked down south. She stood near 8 foot tall-on the small size for a rad hulk-with only a few strands of loose blonde hair. Her face showed no resemblance to the pretty school teacher she was before; her nose was crooked and bashed, her lips blistered, and her eyes nothing more than beady grey slits in her head. She was naked save for tattered grey pants that clung to her rotting legs, although she boasted nothing resembling her predecessor's reproduction parts. In her left hand she held a bloody stop sign, the words faded after years of neglect and the edges bent in from bashing foes. Her cohorts held similar weapons; a few had long boards with protruding nails, one had a wide hockey stick, another wielded dual baseball bats. Mother looked off in the distance, and through the glares of the sun and over miles of farmland, could just make out a large compound in the far distance. It was the national guard depot, although to her, it could be food.

[Badafar]

Rooftop of a old building 300m from the church, current day

"Yep, that is a settlement alright. come on lets go" a solider looking into a pair of binoculars said: he rose from his prone position, and walked down to the street below. followed by his 4 men, they walked together with there pack animal up towards the entrance to the walled up church, there G3 slung in there shoulders, and there gas masks, tightly secured on there face. they did there best too not lock intimidating, but there was only so much they could do, the rest was up to the guardians of the monastery

Mont Black Monastery

The front entrance to the Monastery compound is through a reinforced gate positioned between two large apartment buildings at the south of the outer wall, while these normally house the workers and guardsmen they provide an excellent strategic, already built choke point for the defence of the Monastery, two tall flagpoles stand at either side of the gate, bearing the symbol of the Saint George's cross. After the group of armed visitors of the group held up in the Dam area of the town arrived at the front gates, men had already been scrambled to greet them, with force or not. A line of five armed men would meet up on the platform over the gate, armed with a mixture of semi-automatic rifles and clothed in the customary guardsman uniform, a long black robe with a red cross down the front and a set of metal pauldrons. A utility belt is usually worn to hold gear and magazines.

A man in the centre of the line would step forward from the others and lean over the edge of the battlements, keeping his rifle at low ready in the event of an attack. After a short moment of examining the approaching visitors he'd reach for the radio set by his feet. "Gate to Monastery, be on the ready, we have a group of 5 armed visitors, I believe they are those guys from the Dam downriver. Over." a quick 'Copy that' would follow from the other side and he'd set the headset down, taking another glare at the incoming men. Once the soldiers from the place down at the Dam would halt, he'd quickly yell out at them. "HALT! what business do you people have with the Mont Black Monastery and its inhabitants? have you come to trade or negotiate?" upon waiting a response, he'd step back and rest his hands on the slung Ak-47 around his abdomen.

[Heraklea-]

MAYFIELD WASTELAND, WEST OF THE RING OF FIRE

The cart loaded with slaves slowly rolled along that crumbling pavement of the road that led to the 316^TH's headquarters. The pack-jacks drawing the cart complained under the driver's whip. The guards, lazy and overpaid mercenaries that they were, could barely be bothered to keep a watchful eye out. The slaves had nothing to do but watch the countryside go by, which is why they noticed the men in blue ghillie suits emerge from the darkgrass. One lifted a finger to approximately where his mouth would be to signal the slaves to remain quiet. Quick, silent steps brought the men closer.

The two rear guards had no time to shout, let alone react in any other way, before powerful hands enclosed on their mouths and throats. With their airflow blocked, they began their slow descent into unconsciousness as the other men proceeded forward. Once just behind the cart-driver's bench, they struck. Two leapt forward and grabbed the remaining guards into choke-holds as the last swung up onto the bench, snatching the reigns and delivering a fist to the driver face.

The soldiers bound the hands and fettered the feet of the subdued slavers. The cart driver looked at them with incredulity.

“Are you insane?!” he demanded. “These slaves are for Field Marshal Kree. I have safe-passage to deliver them.”

“Shame that holds no weight with me,” said the soldier binding the driver, “since I'm not one of those honorless dogs. I am Sergeant McKeon, a Brother of Repentance.”

“Oh fuck me, you're with the KoR.”

“It's above my pay-grade to sentence you, but I'm fairly certain that won't be one of your punishments.” The driver continued to grumble as the soldiers finished binding the prisoners. With the prisoners secure, they opened the gate on the cart and helped the slaves off. “Stretch you legs some. They must be hurting. Listen up. You are no longer slaves. You are free. If you want to, you can come with us back to our headquarters in Korville. Otherwise, you are free to go about your lives as you see fit. Whatever your choices, I urge you to choose the path of righteousness, for that is how you shall gain entrance into Heaven.” A short time later the soldiers, their prisoners and the freed slaves began making their way south through the darkgrass fields towards Korville and the sanctuary of Fort Penance.

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REDEMPTION RADIO
Good afternoon Wasteland, this is Mayfield's favorite radio host, coming to you live from that bastion of hope, Fort Penance. Here's some good news for everyone out there. The KoR is stepping up their patrols in the Mayfield Wasteland. This is your one warning, raiders of the Wasteland. Find a new way of making those poptabs or face the Brethren's wrath.

In other news, our friends and allies on the dam recently rescued a poor farmer from some dastardly desperados. The farmer sustained a wound during a firefight with the raiders, but I'm told he is receiving medical attention and is expected to be fit for full again soon. Here's to you, dam dwellers. Keep on fighting the good fight.

Next is the weather report. I know, I know. You're a lot more likely to be right just assuming one day is going to be like the last than listening to this segment, but we can provide you with some early warnings. Some dark clouds I don't like the looks of seem to be making their way our direction. If you have a rain coat or umbrella, you may want to think about pulling them out of storage.

That's it for our news segment, folks. Next up will be our music hour, songs chosen by your truly to inspire you to keep soldiering on. Remember folks, if you're feeling cold and scared out there in this harsh world, you are not alone. The Knights of Redemption are here to help. Now get ready to Cry Thunder.

[The Tophat Empire]

Rooftop of a old building 300m from the church, current day

"Yep, that is a settlement alright. come on lets go" a solider looking into a pair of binoculars said: he rose from his prone position, and walked down to the street below. followed by his 4 men, they walked together with there pack animal up towards the entrance to the walled up church, there G3 slung in there shoulders, and there gas masks, tightly secured on there face. they did there best too not lock intimidating, but there was only so much they could do, the rest was up to the guardians of the monastery

Mont Black Monastery

The front entrance to the Monastery compound is through a reinforced gate positioned between two large apartment buildings at the south of the outer wall, while these normally house the workers and guardsmen they provide an excellent strategic, already built choke point for the defence of the Monastery, two tall flagpoles stand at either side of the gate, bearing the symbol of the Saint George's cross. After the group of armed visitors of the group held up in the Dam area of the town arrived at the front gates, men had already been scrambled to greet them, with force or not. A line of five armed men would meet up on the platform over the gate, armed with a mixture of semi-automatic rifles and clothed in the customary guardsman uniform, a long black robe with a red cross down the front and a set of metal pauldrons. A utility belt is usually worn to hold gear and magazines.

A man in the centre of the line would step forward from the others and lean over the edge of the battlements, keeping his rifle at low ready in the event of an attack. After a short moment of examining the approaching visitors he'd reach for the radio set by his feet. "Gate to Monastery, be on the ready, we have a group of 5 armed visitors, I believe they are those guys from the Dam downriver. Over." a quick 'Copy that' would follow from the other side and he'd set the headset down, taking another glare at the incoming men. Once the soldiers from the place down at the Dam would halt, he'd quickly yell out at them. "HALT! what business do you people have with the Mont Black Monastery and its inhabitants? have you come to trade or negotiate?" upon waiting a response, he'd step back and rest his hands on the slung Ak-47 around his abdomen.

the men lined up on in front of the gate, ca 15 meters away, after a 5 second pause they clicked there heels together, creating a loud "CLOP" sound, they rose there hands to a salute, the whole scene rather amusing, if the visitors did not look like something from a nightmare, with there gas masks and outier handing all exposed parts. The middle solider, presumably the sergeant, takes 2 steps forwards, moving his hands behinds his back "Greetings, guardians of the gate. We are the 5th Imperial Squadron, dispatched from the United Kingdom of The Tophat Empire, Controller of the dam. We are here to initiate relations between our two settlements. Therefore we humbly request permission to pass your each and enter" he shouted back, still not removing his mask

[Imperial City-States]

Mayfield, USA
Maori Industrial Complex
The Armory
Manufacturing Quarter


Paul Madison was ecstatic. His eldest son had left this morning to complete his trial's and the rifle he took with him was honestly one of the finest he had ever seen in his many years as an armorer for the tribe. Around him several Thrall's worked diligently moving crates of small arms to the storage area where they would be either stored in the Tribes arsenal or put up for sale. As Madison continued machining parts for one of the famed M1919's he couldn't help but constantly both worry and be proud of his son. The Rites of Passage were ones transition from a child to an adult. This required them to conduct a series of tasks that, while not impossible, were difficult and extremely dangerous if someone wasn't careful. The final trial, called for the youth to build one of the sacred Rifles from scratch, construct their own ammunition. And journey to the Airport where they would have to kill a Ghoul and bring back it's head. There were many things that could go wrong leading to the death of the individual on their trials. Faulty Ammunition, a poorly made weapon, to many Ghouls. All were possibilities. As Madison worked away he was swimming in his various thoughts hoping his son would return.

Across the way, at the Market, it was as busy as ever and dozens of people browsed the rather high quality manufactured goods of The Armory. For the most part people weren't to worried about anyone trying to steal anything but there were several armed guards posted in various locations as a line of defense against such a thing. A Farmer was busy arguing with an Arms merchant over prices, A rather shady individual wearing slightly tattered riot armor was busy brokering a deal with one of the more wealthy Chieftain's of the tribe.



Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan


"The fuck is this." Ivan Petrovich commented in an annoyed manner as he sighted a group already in front of the Black Monastery exchanging words with one of the guards.

"You've gotta be kidding me, really not in the mood for another fire fight. " Nikolai commented.

Behind them the majority of the Trade Convoy had made it though the Gauntlet that was between City Hall and the Hospital. The other six men in the trade caravan were very carefully watching all around them for a potential ambush, the Pack-Jacks were very uneasy after the last firefight when they were attacked by ferals.

Ivan inhaled sharply as they got closer. He gestured quickly for his men to fan out, quickly bringing the Pack-Jacks to lay down the rest of the men scattered among the ruins about five meters from each other, each had their FN FAL at the ready.

Ivan took a deep breath.

"Oi! Get out of the damn way, Some of us have a job to do!" Ivan shouted as he stood in the open. The lack of cover near him made him extremely uncomfortable.

[Terminus Alpha]

Huntington College and University

The sun rose on the College, another day for the survival of Knowledge. People awoke with the sun, and began to head to Kennedy Hall, where breakfast would be served. The Hall was once a sub-par Cafeteria, but now the food served was world-class. As people filed in by Role, they picked up plates and utensils and got into one of three lines. The three lines ended in a terminal, where the waiting peole would be served their ration, which depending upon which line the chose, would be composed of mostly bread, meat, or vegetables. After receiving their ration, the people sat and talked at the tables - as the generations before had.

After breakfast, the Roles dispersed to their workplaces and classrooms. Craftsmen went to James Hall, farmers to the fields, teachers and students to Huntington Hall South. The Huntington Hall North was the home of the Leaders. The East wing was the domain of the Planners - who complied stocks of the items the Campus needed, and passed the information on to the Engineering department. The final, oldest part of Huntington Hall - West Wing - was also the most important. It held two departments, the Department of Preservation and the Department of Out-of-Campus Affairs. The DoP was charged with the task of preserving and cataloging the vast reserves of both physical knowledge - books and writings - and common knowledge of t he post-war world. The DOC was the branch most children dreamed of being in. The DOC controlled the Scavengers and Traders - the two Roles allowed to leave campus.

And the DOC was abuzz today, because the next Expedition was being readied. Expeditions were something of a combination of Scavenging and Trading, with a defined goal. This Expedition would be heading through the Main City and towards the distant associates of the College, Fort Penance. The old prison had been converted fully to some sort of post-apocalyptic Christianity and the population was vocal about spreading their beliefs, but they were always fair in their deals and were violently opposed to the institution of slavery - something that many in the Campus vocally disapproved of, though they would never go to the extreme of calling for the deaths of slavers.

This Expedition would be heading north, hopefully crossing the Last Bridge within two days, and make a bee-line for the old Prison. This Expedition would be composed of 4 Guards, 2 Scavengers, 2 Traders, and two pack-animals, carrying their provisions. As mid-day approached, they were ready, and the Front Gate was opened. The Expedition was on its way.

[Of The Rnclave]

Fort Monroe
Operational Center
Operation Matchlock

General Ackerson sat silently atop his box as he waited for word from his scouts. They had been ghosting the edges of the town for weeks, noting everything they saw, especially the factions that dotted the landscape. Ackerson could give two shits about the pathetic governments that 'controlled' the town, they'd be stealth with and subdued soon enough, but the Airport, that was important, the scrap metal and other goods there would be massively helpful, and would allow a better eye into operations within the city.

" Sir, the airport is inhabited by several hulking beasts, we lost a man today, a fifty cal. To these beasts skulls seem to drop one fairly well, but I should note that they do not fall immediately." A pimple faced private said as Ackerson got to his feet, flicking his cigarette away and grabbing his jacket.

" Tell Govenor-General Mason to man the radio, the people need to know we are here, let the factions worry themselves of the USA's return, perhaps that shall buy us time to seize that airport.

Hello citizens of Mayfield, this is Governor-General Andrew James Mason, rightful leader of all of the former USA. You might be wondering why I am broadcasting to all of you now, it is simply because, your 'governments' may claim what they want, but none of them are truly the successor of the USA. Our government was formed by a union of US congress man and women following the war, and so the Patriots were created, a movement to rebuild and reform the USA in the perfect image, a democratic, free union of states. Now for a minute, imagine with me, the future once we reform the USA with all of your help. Running water, no need to scavenge for food or water anymore, it is given to you in infinite amounts, you never run out it, imagine riding around in cars and not having to wait upon animals anymore, imagine being able to buy all you need instead of scavenging for it. I will be with you soon enough good people of Mayfield, stay united, and await our return, await democracies return. And to you fake governments and oppressed people of the wastes, The Eagle will come soon to break the chains you wear, no longer will you live under tyranny. Governor-General Andrew Mason signing off.

[The New Sea Territory]

The Wolves' Den

"Alright, we'll start the bidding at 200 tabs!" Two Punks dragged the first slave out of his cage, and put him on the auction block. Quickly, someone shouted from the crowd, "220!" "250!" "310!" After a bit of bidding, no one went higher than 350 tabs, and the auctioneer responded "Sold!" The man came up to the front, counted out his tabs and gave them to the auctioneer. The two Punks then gave him the chain leash and let him go off with his new servant. They then pulled out another, larger slave. "This bidding will start at 300 tabs! Do I hear 300?"

Business was booming in the Den as usual. The slave trade brought in thousands of tabs a day, which then were used to fund the Punks' expenses for weapons and ammunition. It kept the entire outpost strong, which lead to more business. The Punks kept order in the area and gave many traders who sold less respectable commodities many opportunities they normally wouldn't have. However, this trade post was somewhat threatened. Specifically by a group of rival raiders in the downtown area.

"What are they called?" Dexter asked the scout. "The Ice-Thorns, I think. A few traders coming in from the north have complained about them. They are relatively well armed and organized." Dexter thought for a second. If the Ice-Thorns weren't dealt with, trade caravans from the north would stop coming to the Den. Killing them off would be simple, but perhaps employing them would be better. That way, the Ice-Thorns could police downtown while the Punks focused on annexing territory in the Suburbs and further into Uptown. "Ian, I want you to get a team together. Take a few other guys, and head out to find the Ice-Thorns. Try to talk to them. I'll write something for you to take to them. You go get ready, and meet back here in a few minutes".

Leader of the Ice-Thorns

Seeing as you control a large bit of territory bordering us, I think an alliance between our two groups would be very beneficial. Your people would be free to come to the Den as you please and trade with us. All we ask is that you police downtown for us, and raid anyone we don't want trading in this area. We can pay you in poptabs or drugs for your services.

-Dexter

Ian and his group took off soon after Dex handed him the letter. Dexter stayed behind and began to plan out his other operations. He walked out of his office, down the stairs and into the Market. After making his way through the various shops, he found what he was looking for. In what used to be the laboratory, a few amateur chemists holed up in their drug lab. Using various pills they found here, plus stardust plants growing by the windows, they mixed up batches of fireball and harvested stardust, which they sold to the local pubs and restaurants. Dexter knew they were good at what they did. At least, they were much better than some other drug manufacturers.

He walked in, and Marty jumped up and said "Hello Dex...what can I do for you?" Dexter looked down at their fresh batches of stardust, then back up at Marty, who had taken off his gloves now. "Marty, I have an idea. What you guys do here is good. You make some of the best Fireball around." Marty smiled as he said this, while his partner, Mitch, walked back to check on the latest Fireball brew. "However, Fireball and Stardust are fairly common. They are simple, easy to make...I think we should....expand our industry. We need more...potency, if you know what I mean." Marty blinked for a second, then asked, "Well....what do you mean?" Dexter walked back over to the entrance and closed the door, then said, "On the top floor, we have a massive supply of rare medicine. Things used for rare diseases or really expensive meds from before the war. I want you to...play around with them. Make up some batches of stuff that is more addictive and powerful than stardust." Marty nodded, and followed Dexter back upstairs.

[Badafar]

Mont Black Monastery

The front entrance to the Monastery compound is through a reinforced gate positioned between two large apartment buildings at the south of the outer wall, while these normally house the workers and guardsmen they provide an excellent strategic, already built choke point for the defence of the Monastery, two tall flagpoles stand at either side of the gate, bearing the symbol of the Saint George's cross. After the group of armed visitors of the group held up in the Dam area of the town arrived at the front gates, men had already been scrambled to greet them, with force or not. A line of five armed men would meet up on the platform over the gate, armed with a mixture of semi-automatic rifles and clothed in the customary guardsman uniform, a long black robe with a red cross down the front and a set of metal pauldrons. A utility belt is usually worn to hold gear and magazines.

A man in the centre of the line would step forward from the others and lean over the edge of the battlements, keeping his rifle at low ready in the event of an attack. After a short moment of examining the approaching visitors he'd reach for the radio set by his feet. "Gate to Monastery, be on the ready, we have a group of 5 armed visitors, I believe they are those guys from the Dam downriver. Over." a quick 'Copy that' would follow from the other side and he'd set the headset down, taking another glare at the incoming men. Once the soldiers from the place down at the Dam would halt, he'd quickly yell out at them. "HALT! what business do you people have with the Mont Black Monastery and its inhabitants? have you come to trade or negotiate?" upon waiting a response, he'd step back and rest his hands on the slung Ak-47 around his abdomen.

the men lined up on in front of the gate, ca 15 meters away, after a 5 second pause they clicked there heels together, creating a loud "CLOP" sound, they rose there hands to a salute, the whole scene rather amusing, if the visitors did not look like something from a nightmare, with there gas masks and outier handing all exposed parts. The middle solider, presumably the sergeant, takes 2 steps forwards, moving his hands behinds his back "Greetings, guardians of the gate. We are the 5th Imperial Squadron, dispatched from the United Kingdom of The Tophat Empire, Controller of the dam. We are here to initiate relations between our two settlements. Therefore we humbly request permission to pass your each and enter" he shouted back, still not removing his mask

Mont Black Monastery

The armed guards of the Monastery stifled a chuckle as they watched the men prance about in their strange gear that resembled something out of a steam punk fantasy novel or film. The watch commander listened carefully to the words that, presumably the leader of the party, spoke to him. It was something they had been looking for, the possibility of establishing a trade pact with another settlement was always on the minds of the Monastery, especially with their drug and food output. With a quick spin of his hand, the commander ordered the other guards to be at ease and swing open the gates to the outer compound. "You can come on in, but no entering the Monastery itself. Understood?" hoping they'd agree to his terms, he'd hop down off the battlements and call up on his own handheld radio, holding down the PTT button as he watches the men from the dam walk inside the compound. "William, we have the men from the dam wanting to establish relations between our two groups." "Alright, commander, let 'em in. I'll be there in a sec'." the man on the other side said, terminating the connection.

Within a few minutes after the commander had radioed through to William, the gate to the inner Monastery would swing open with the arrival of the Monastery's leader, William Herrbridge, a tall man with short blonde hair and blue eyes, clad in a black and gold set of robes. After an examination of the new visitors from afar, he'd approach with a fake smile, hands intertwined behind his back. "Greetings, people of the dam, or.. United Kingdom of Bowler hats, I believe it was? I hear you wish to establish relations with our group. We'd be willing to do that, as long as you provide us with some er.. protection and we can give you medical care and education for your men and women, if you wish. We have lots of room in the housing block we can use for your wounded if you like."

[The Tophat Empire]

the men lined up on in front of the gate, ca 15 meters away, after a 5 second pause they clicked there heels together, creating a loud "CLOP" sound, they rose there hands to a salute, the whole scene rather amusing, if the visitors did not look like something from a nightmare, with there gas masks and outier handing all exposed parts. The middle solider, presumably the sergeant, takes 2 steps forwards, moving his hands behinds his back "Greetings, guardians of the gate. We are the 5th Imperial Squadron, dispatched from the United Kingdom of The Tophat Empire, Controller of the dam. We are here to initiate relations between our two settlements. Therefore we humbly request permission to pass your each and enter" he shouted back, still not removing his mask

Mont Black Monastery

The armed guards of the Monastery stifled a chuckle as they watched the men prance about in their strange gear that resembled something out of a steam punk fantasy novel or film. The watch commander listened carefully to the words that, presumably the leader of the party, spoke to him. It was something they had been looking for, the possibility of establishing a trade pact with another settlement was always on the minds of the Monastery, especially with their drug and food output. With a quick spin of his hand, the commander ordered the other guards to be at ease and swing open the gates to the outer compound. "You can come on in, but no entering the Monastery itself. Understood?" hoping they'd agree to his terms, he'd hop down off the battlements and call up on his own handheld radio, holding down the PTT button as he watches the men from the dam walk inside the compound. "William, we have the men from the dam wanting to establish relations between our two groups." "Alright, commander, let 'em in. I'll be there in a sec'." the man on the other side said, terminating the connection.

Within a few minutes after the commander had radioed through to William, the gate to the inner Monastery would swing open with the arrival of the Monastery's leader, William Herrbridge, a tall man with short blonde hair and blue eyes, clad in a black and gold set of robes. After an examination of the new visitors from afar, he'd approach with a fake smile, hands intertwined behind his back. "Greetings, people of the dam, or.. United Kingdom of Bowler hats, I believe it was? I hear you wish to establish relations with our group. We'd be willing to do that, as long as you provide us with some er.. protection and we can give you medical care and education for your men and women, if you wish. We have lots of room in the housing block we can use for your wounded if you like."

"We accept those terms" the officer responded, walking forward. Followed by the rest the squad, as well as there pack animal, standing completly still while waiting for someone to greet them. they gave of both a sense of security, but still a creepy feeling, standing there like statuses, devoid of any humanity.

when William arrive the officer, still standing with his hands behinds his back, and 2 steps in front of his men spoke "I cannot recommend doing any kinds of jokes or similar about our name, The United Kingdom of the Tophat Empire. But you may call us people of the dam if that suit you better" he responded in a dead cold voice, after a 3 seconds pause he once spoke "But those terms sound acceptable, shall we go and finalize a contract?" he said, one of his troopers going over to the pack animal and taking forth a paper, going fort and giving it to the officer, then saluting and returning to the line

[Badafar]

Mont Black Monastery

The armed guards of the Monastery stifled a chuckle as they watched the men prance about in their strange gear that resembled something out of a steam punk fantasy novel or film. The watch commander listened carefully to the words that, presumably the leader of the party, spoke to him. It was something they had been looking for, the possibility of establishing a trade pact with another settlement was always on the minds of the Monastery, especially with their drug and food output. With a quick spin of his hand, the commander ordered the other guards to be at ease and swing open the gates to the outer compound. "You can come on in, but no entering the Monastery itself. Understood?" hoping they'd agree to his terms, he'd hop down off the battlements and call up on his own handheld radio, holding down the PTT button as he watches the men from the dam walk inside the compound. "William, we have the men from the dam wanting to establish relations between our two groups." "Alright, commander, let 'em in. I'll be there in a sec'." the man on the other side said, terminating the connection.

Within a few minutes after the commander had radioed through to William, the gate to the inner Monastery would swing open with the arrival of the Monastery's leader, William Herrbridge, a tall man with short blonde hair and blue eyes, clad in a black and gold set of robes. After an examination of the new visitors from afar, he'd approach with a fake smile, hands intertwined behind his back. "Greetings, people of the dam, or.. United Kingdom of Bowler hats, I believe it was? I hear you wish to establish relations with our group. We'd be willing to do that, as long as you provide us with some er.. protection and we can give you medical care and education for your men and women, if you wish. We have lots of room in the housing block we can use for your wounded if you like."

"We accept those terms" the officer responded, walking forward. Followed by the rest the squad, as well as there pack animal, standing completly still while waiting for someone to greet them. they gave of both a sense of security, but still a creepy feeling, standing there like statuses, devoid of any humanity.

when William arrive the officer, still standing with his hands behinds his back, and 2 steps in front of his men spoke "I cannot recommend doing any kinds of jokes or similar about our name, The United Kingdom of the Tophat Empire. But you may call us people of the dam if that suit you better" he responded in a dead cold voice, after a 3 seconds pause he once spoke "But those terms sound acceptable, shall we go and finalize a contract?" he said, one of his troopers going over to the pack animal and taking forth a paper, going fort and giving it to the officer, then saluting and returning to the line

Mont Black Monastery

William Herrbridge would curl his lips into a brief smirk before taking the paper from the officer, briefly examining it before motioning for his scribe to come forth with his writing equipment, handing it to William. Soon after William would've signed the document with his name and wax stamp, reading over it before-hand to make sure nothing was against him in the contract. Once done he'd hand the paper back and bow slightly, clicking his fingers to signal the guards to open the gates of the outer compound to allow the men to leave. "It was great doing business with you, come here any time and we'll gladly heal your men when we can. As for your side of the bargain, we expect a shipment of rifles and ammunition by the end of the week, upon receiving such shipment we will provide you with food, medicine and may even hand you some of our livestock if what you give us is satisfactory." William would pause, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Run along now, we have very important matters to attend to."

The attention of a trade caravan at the gates of the Monastery brought up some attention by the guardsmen on watch, calling over William and the commander. "Sorry, looks like we've got more visitors. You can leave now." he'd say as he hurries past the men from the dam. William and the rest of the guards would climb onto the battlements and look out over at the caravan that had parked up outside the Monastery. "Greetings caravan! sorry about the blocked passage, they come from some town by the dam." making sure the soldiers were out of earshot, he'd climb back off the battlements and approach the men of the caravan. "At ease, I believe they won't harm you." he'd say while examining what gear the traders have on their pack animals. "Come on through into the outer courtyard where we can talk." assuming they'd follow William and the guards, they'd step back through the gates and close them after themselves after letting the Tophat soldiers leave. "So, what are you guys here to trade for?"

[The Tophat Empire]

Hello citizens of Mayfield, this is Governor-General Andrew James Mason, rightful leader of all of the former USA. You might be wondering why I am broadcasting to all of you now, it is simply because, your 'governments' may claim what they want, but none of them are truly the successor of the USA. Our government was formed by a union of US congress man and women following the war, and so the Patriots were created, a movement to rebuild and reform the USA in the perfect image, a democratic, free union of states. Now for a minute, imagine with me, the future once we reform the USA with all of your help. Running water, no need to scavenge for food or water anymore, it is given to you in infinite amounts, you never run out it, imagine riding around in cars and not having to wait upon animals anymore, imagine being able to buy all you need instead of scavenging for it. I will be with you soon enough good people of Mayfield, stay united, and await our return, await democracies return. And to you fake governments and oppressed people of the wastes, The Eagle will come soon to break the chains you wear, no longer will you live under tyranny. Governor-General Andrew Mason signing off.

Imperial radio central, location of all the empires 5 stationary radios(the civil population do not have one, instead some transmissions are transmitted via a extended PA system with loudspeakers in the dam and the town)

"Sir,i am picking up a transmission, it is from a unknown source" a radio operator said, looking up from his radio

"CUT IT OF FROM THE PA SYSTEM" the man i charge shouted, the operator doing so with the flick of a switch, after listing to the transmission the man in charge gave a simple order to the operator "Log it, then forget it". the operator nodding and taking forth a small book, he started to log the transsmission

[Imperial City-States]

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan


Ivan grumbled softly as he entered though the walls.

quickly he cleared his throat to answer the man's questions.

"Well we bring weapon's and ammunition straight from The Armory, highest quality that you'll find here in the wasteland." he said starting his typical sales pitch.

Quickly he opened up one of the crates on slung from one of his pack animal's and brought out an AK that had been pressed previously that week.
Racking ejecting the magazine and racking the slid several times to ensure the weapon was unloaded he handed it to the man.

"Each weapon comes with a free magazine full of ammunition, price is negotiable. We do not accept pop-tabs. Interested Comrade?"

[The Tophat Empire]

"We accept those terms" the officer responded, walking forward. Followed by the rest the squad, as well as there pack animal, standing completly still while waiting for someone to greet them. they gave of both a sense of security, but still a creepy feeling, standing there like statuses, devoid of any humanity.

when William arrive the officer, still standing with his hands behinds his back, and 2 steps in front of his men spoke "I cannot recommend doing any kinds of jokes or similar about our name, The United Kingdom of the Tophat Empire. But you may call us people of the dam if that suit you better" he responded in a dead cold voice, after a 3 seconds pause he once spoke "But those terms sound acceptable, shall we go and finalize a contract?" he said, one of his troopers going over to the pack animal and taking forth a paper, going fort and giving it to the officer, then saluting and returning to the line

Mont Black Monastery

William Herrbridge would curl his lips into a brief smirk before taking the paper from the officer, briefly examining it before motioning for his scribe to come forth with his writing equipment, handing it to William. Soon after William would've signed the document with his name and wax stamp, reading over it before-hand to make sure nothing was against him in the contract. Once done he'd hand the paper back and bow slightly, clicking his fingers to signal the guards to open the gates of the outer compound to allow the men to leave. "It was great doing business with you, come here any time and we'll gladly heal your men when we can. As for your side of the bargain, we expect a shipment of rifles and ammunition by the end of the week, upon receiving such shipment we will provide you with food, medicine and may even hand you some of our livestock if what you give us is satisfactory." William would pause, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Run along now, we have very important matters to attend to."

The attention of a trade caravan at the gates of the Monastery brought up some attention by the guardsmen on watch, calling over William and the commander. "Sorry, looks like we've got more visitors. You can leave now." he'd say as he hurries past the men from the dam. William and the rest of the guards would climb onto the battlements and look out over at the caravan that had parked up outside the Monastery. "Greetings caravan! sorry about the blocked passage, they come from some town by the dam." making sure the soldiers were out of earshot, he'd climb back off the battlements and approach the men of the caravan. "At ease, I believe they won't harm you." he'd say while examining what gear the traders have on their pack animals. "Come on through into the outer courtyard where we can talk." assuming they'd follow William and the guards, they'd step back through the gates and close them after themselves after letting the Tophat soldiers leave. "So, what are you guys here to trade for?"

The officer would hand William a carbon copy of the document, then saluting and saying "it will arrive at the end of the week" before leaving, starting the journey back home, using the radio to make a report

(will make a longer post when the time comes)

[Badafar]

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan


Ivan grumbled softly as he entered though the walls.

quickly he cleared his throat to answer the man's questions.

"Well we bring weapon's and ammunition straight from The Armory, highest quality that you'll find here in the wasteland." he said starting his typical sales pitch.

Quickly he opened up one of the crates on slung from one of his pack animal's and brought out an AK that had been pressed previously that week.
Racking ejecting the magazine and racking the slid several times to ensure the weapon was unloaded he handed it to the man.

"Each weapon comes with a free magazine full of ammunition, price is negotiable. We do not accept pop-tabs. Interested Comrade?"

Mont Black Monastery

William would listen intently to the offer being presented by the man, making a mental note of the specifications of the transaction.

"Well, it certainly looks of a high quality standard, from the looks of my men they seem interested enough in using them. Payment wise, we have plenty of stuff to offer in trade. We have large stocks of Darkgrass we've been farming over yonder *Motions towards the farmland being tended to at his right* and packaged meals, along with Porkies and a few pack jacks we've been growing. Water wise, we've got lots of it packaged up in litre jugs we can trade, we've also got heaps of old scrap electronics. And if you want, we've got our own Pain-B-Gone concoction aswell as conventional medicine. We also happen to have a four door car we've only just got running. So, what'll it be for everything you've got on you?" William would smile as he awaits the mans reply.

[Imperial City-States]

Mont Black Monastery

William would listen intently to the offer being presented by the man, making a mental note of the specifications of the transaction.

"Well, it certainly looks of a high quality standard, from the looks of my men they seem interested enough in using them. Payment wise, we have plenty of stuff to offer in trade. We have large stocks of Darkgrass we've been farming over yonder *Motions towards the farmland being tended to at his right* and packaged meals, along with Porkies and a few pack jacks we've been growing. Water wise, we've got lots of it packaged up in litre jugs we can trade, we've also got heaps of old scrap electronics. And if you want, we've got our own Pain-B-Gone concoction aswell as conventional medicine. We also happen to have a four door car we've only just got running. So, what'll it be for everything you've got on you?" William would smile as he awaits the mans reply.

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan thought deeply to himself for several moments.

"Well it depends on how many you want. This crate of a dozen certainly won't be cheap, and if you want additional ammunition that'll typically cost you a hefty sum. Since i like you, How about we say this crate of a dozen, with two magazines of ammunition per rifle. In exchange for as many scrap electronics as i can fit in this crate, *gestures toward AK crate*, Ten Gallons of Water and a single Pack-Jack?" Ivan asked with a slightly canted smile on his face.

[The NAR]

Elysium

Inside the Elysium Auditorium, a massive room where the Chancellor holds monthly Residential Meetings to inform the residents of current events and other basic happenings within Elysium, the 150 Residents take their seats as they do each month and await the Chancellor to begin speaking. The Residents, most wearing cloths from the old world, some wearing greasy overalls from down in the Maintenance District, and others in suits from their jobs in the Atrium. Dozens of Elysium Security Officers lined the perimeter of the Auditorium, their Pistols and Police Batons at their sides, and their black helmets on.

Chancellor Thomas Osborn, wearing his white suit, stepped up to the podium, his old wrinkled skin drooping low, covering parts of his suit. The quiet chatter of the residents went silent as he cleared his throat. Today was his 32nd year as Chancellor, and everyone knows he is on his deathbed. Weeks of news of his Cancer have brought confusion among the residents.

Daniel Maxon, an Elysium Security Officer, stood near one of the exits at attention, smiling at his beloved across the Auditorium, when he was forced to turn his attention to Osborn.

"Brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors, thank you for coming today. We have come so far since..." he coughed painfully. "Since Nuclear Fire fell from the sky in the most devastating act of war in Human History. Billions died on that fateful day... succumbed to the worst of Human Ignorance. We, however, have defied fate, and have lived comfortably beneath the wastes above us". He took a painful pause, breathing heavily, and he continued. "...you all know that my Cancer is terminal, and it will not be long before a new chancellor must be elected...". He pulled a slip of paper from a folder. "Lets see... The three candidates for Chancellor are... Edward Howell, Joshua Quinton, and... Benjamin Russell". He put the paper away. "I... would like to thank all of you for giving me the opportunity to be the Chancellor of this fine place: Elysium. It was truly an honor. Later today, you will all receive a pamphlet of current news". He coughed louder, and stumbled off the stage.

Michael helped escort everyone out, and walked Mrs. Freeline, an elderly lady, home. "Oh, you're just an angel, Michael" she smiled as they walked.

"Oh, you are too ma'am" Michael smiled. She pat his arm with kindness.

"Oh I remember when you were just a lad. What a cute little fella you were... now you're such a strong young man. What a lucky lady that Millie must be".

"She's wonderful, Mrs. Freeline". She smiled.

"Quite a looker, too". Michael reached her home, and opened her apartment door for her. She'd step inside and smile gratefully. "Thank you dear. I hate to be burden, but ever since George died..."

"Its fine, Ma'am. I'm happy to help you". The door closed, and Michael proceeded to go home.

[Lunas Legion]

316, Tower #12

"Huh, well look at that." Tower #12's lone occupant mumbled to himself as he peered through half-cracked binoculars at the red blobs near the horizon. "Some Reds have come out to play."
He groaned, put the binoculars on the shelf that ran along the tower's edge and picked up the walkie-talkie all the tower's had for communication and flicked the power on. Although ye were rechargeable, electricity was heavily rationed down to the limited amount they could get from burning crops in their bio-fuel generators.

"Tower #12 to Central, I have Reds incoming, no Greens. Over."

"Reading you Tower #12, estimate on Red strength?"

"Around 7. Over."

"Roger that Tower #12, fall back to Compound. Field Evacutaion. Repellant units dispatched. Over and out."

The lone man slung his rifle over his back, picked up his binoculars and climbed down the ladder from the tower as the slaves working fields 12.1 and 12.2 glanced up to him nervously before he shouted out, "Right you miserable lot. Reds incoming, so unless you want to be chow, head back to Compound." He unslung his rifle, gesturing back towards the mass of buildings in the former Depot.

The slaves scampered back towards the Depot, herded before the watchman, passing a band of 18 316ers wielding the M-14s that characterised their arsenal, with one wielding a scoped M-14. The watchman nodded in acknowledgement to the leader of the Repellant Unit as the band of slaves and the 316ers passed each other.

By the time the 316ers had reached Tower #12, the Reds were within 300 meters of the Boundary Line that marked the edge of their territory. The 316ers formed up in 3 six-man groups, going prone so as to conceal themselves as they drew beads on their targets, letting them draw nearer. Reds, unlike Greens, occasionally possessed intelligence, even if it was about as one might expect from a child.

Hoping this group was one of the more intelligent groupings, the Lieutenant in charge of the Repellant Group called out somewhat nervously, "Halt and state whatever it is you want."

[Badafar]

-snip-

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan thought deeply to himself for several moments.

"Well it depends on how many you want. This crate of a dozen certainly won't be cheap, and if you want additional ammunition that'll typically cost you a hefty sum. Since i like you, How about we say this crate of a dozen, with two magazines of ammunition per rifle. In exchange for as many scrap electronics as i can fit in this crate, *gestures toward AK crate*, Ten Gallons of Water and a single Pack-Jack?" Ivan asked with a slightly canted smile on his face.

Mont Black Monastery

William motioned for the quartermaster, who stood by his side, to have a quick chat with him in private for a minute or two. After a short conversation, William would walk back to Ivan with a smile.

"That sounds perfect, we have quite a lot what you've mentioned so it'll be no problem to sort you out, as for the electronics we have, it's mostly spare cabling, circuit boards, light bulbs, and a whole lotta bits and pieces we're sure would come in handy for you lot. As for the water and the Pack-Jack, we'll get that part of the bargain over in a second." William would then turn to face the quartermaster once more. "Go ahead and get what is needed." the man would simply nod and jog back up to the inner Monastery. Within a half hour, the Pack-Jack would be led back to the group with a few large plastic jugs of water hanging from its back, along with a stocky man carrying a wooden crate marked 'ELE-05' which he'd set down once arriving, sighing as his back is relieved of the weight of carrying the crate. "Well that oughta' be it" the quartermaster would say, counting through the merchandise quickly afterward. "It has been good doing business with you fellows, if you ever need anything, be sure to come back and we can work out another deal. These weapons will be put to good use, y'can be sure of it. Oh, and one more thing. You guys mentioned you were with The Armoury? we have a whole bunch of blueprints in our library that we're willing to sell. They're mostly about guns, I believe we also have a few on making explosives and improvised artillery. If you're interested, I can show you."

[Imperial City-States]

Oh, and one more thing. You guys mentioned you were with The Armoury? we have a whole bunch of blueprints in our library that we're willing to sell. They're mostly about guns, I believe we also have a few on making explosives and improvised artillery. If you're interested, I can show you."

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan


Ivan was entire shocked by what the man had said and was barely able to contain it.

Ivan quickly did a check to make sure the exchange of goods was right and proper before he took the crate of AK's off their Pack-Jack.

Trying to keep his cool noting that this may be a chance for him to discover more holy relics he spoke flatly.

"Tell you what, show me and if there's anything that i see as useful i'll cut you a deal that will be very worth your while."

Before following the bearded man Ivan turned to the others in his caravan and gestured that they should be ready to leave as soon as possible.

[Badafar]

Oh, and one more thing. You guys mentioned you were with The Armoury? we have a whole bunch of blueprints in our library that we're willing to sell. They're mostly about guns, I believe we also have a few on making explosives and improvised artillery. If you're interested, I can show you."

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan


Ivan was entire shocked by what the man had said and was barely able to contain it.

Ivan quickly did a check to make sure the exchange of goods was right and proper before he took the crate of AK's off their Pack-Jack.

Trying to keep his cool noting that this may be a chance for him to discover more holy relics he spoke flatly.

"Tell you what, show me and if there's anything that i see as useful i'll cut you a deal that will be very worth your while."

Before following the bearded man Ivan turned to the others in his caravan and gestured that they should be ready to leave as soon as possible.

Mont black Monastery

William smiled at the mans reaction and quickly nodded. "Well then, let's get to it, follow me." After turning around to face the inner gates, William would approach them and motion for the guards atop the battlements to open them which they'd promptly do. The large metal gates reinforced by sheet metal would slowly swing open as an electric signal is pulsed through the gears, revealing the main courtyard the the church building inside. Workers and librarians would hurry about as they go about their jobs inside the Monastery, ferrying supplies from one end to the other. After a minute or so of walking, they'd find themselves inside the churches main hall which would be empty apart from a few people praying on the pews. William would bring the trader inside the library and up to the chief librarian, an elderly gentlemen with a pair of circular glasses and a red robe who'd be examining a book that had been recently acquired. A quick cough would bring his attention to William, smiling, he'd speak. "Ahh, William my old friend, what brings you and your friend here?" "I've come to view the blueprints." William would reply. "Oh, wonderful. One moment please." And with that, the old man would press a switch on a long row of similar labelled switches on his desk, causing a single bookshelf in the library to light up with a red spotlight. "Happy reading." William would thank the man before leading the trader to the bookshelf, showing him the collection of blueprints on show.

Such blueprints would include a variety of schematics and instruction lists, stating the construction methods of various weapons including; Pipe bombs, improvised grenade launchers, rifles, handguns and submachine guns. A certain one would catch the eye however, the schematics for the M60 machine gun. "Anything take your fancy?"

[Imperial City-States]

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mont Black Monastery
Trade Caravan



Ivan was speechless, all this time and a wealth of these relics was right here all along.

"And what exactly do you want for these.. schematics? " Ivan asked barely containing his joy.

Ivan was eager to please The Nine. And he was sure that given enough resources he could acquire all of these quickly he snapped back to it.


"Tell you what, I'll take the one for the M60, in exchange i drop another crate of AK's with a double load of ammunition?" Ivan said quickly reapplying his businessmen like attitude.

Outside his fellow tribesmen were becoming increasingly impatient and many couldn't even imagine what Ivan had found inside.