Ashes [IC]

by **Ralnis** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:26 am

Mayfield International Airport

The twelve started to get inside the airport and started to sneak around the facility but one had already made some noise and caught the attention of the horde. Many of the Ghouls were Red Hulks that made their charge with a giant, barbaric motion. The group they had to run as the scouts started to pick off the first few ghouls charging at them but they were not the best at what they were doing. The main goal was Ghoul hunting but they rather try to cage the Ghouls underground until they can secure the scrap metal for the Port. So their main objective was now to make as much noise as possible so they can draw the horde underground but they have to sacrifice one of their own for the idea to work.

One of the pirates decide to do it but only they have to give their loot to their family in the Port, in which they agreed. The one was giving a few firecrackers and a shotgun as he started to draw the attention to the horde in the underground complexes as the rest make a run for the parking lot locks and try to turn it on the electricity and get enough to lock the doors down but they had to get one of the generators, which was where the horde going towards and they had to radio the pirate in. He gave a sigh as he try to get to the generator box as he was able to flip it on but found no fuel. He then radioed it in as the rest of the pirates had tried to lock down the doors to the parking complex to keep the Ghouls inside.

They managed to do so as they heard the sounds of gunshots, roaring sounds, and an explosion with static as they confirm the death of the pirate but they had succeeded in temporary secure the metal scrap for the Port for they do not have the manpower to keep the airport pernmantly but in a temporary stance as they can get the scavenging rights so they can bring in the goods for the Port.

by **Badafar** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:37 am

Mont Black Monastery, Chapter 2

William of the Monastery sat in his room once again, gazing over the map of Mayfield for the next place for a coordinated scavenging run, they had decided it was time to send more men out into the wastes to possibly gather more content for the book keepers to sort through and examine, thankfully the library located in the town was almost entirely present, little looting had occurred at the library as little was there to take in the first place, well for the average person anyway. There were bound to be something worth taking back and storing in their own library at the church, William bickered to himself for a minute before drawing a big red circle around the library on the map, planning the route for the scavengers to get there, which mostly consisted of following the main road with the car.

Upon finishing the map route, William would stand up from his chair and walk over to the Garage where the scavenging team and the mechanics could be found. The scavenging parties were lead by Priest Eisenfhau, a renowned man in the Monastery for his great combat prowess and ability to command men with ease. William approache him and slid the map route across the desk he was sat on, tapping it once with his index finger to get his attention. "Hey Eisenfhau, here's your route tonight. Heading to the library, bring about 10 guys and those new weapons." The man nodded and quickly looked over the map. "Great, we better get started then." "This early?" "It'll be fine, any later and it'll be too dark to see in that old place, all the flashlights are broken anyway." William agreed and watched the men quickly begin to gear up, equipping their chest rigs and filling the pouches with ammunition while slinging up their AK-47's from "The Armoury's" latest shipment. Within ten minutes they were ready and they lined up by the front gate to be briefed by their commander.

The travel to the library was quick enough, they followed closely and stuck to the back alleys along the main road as to avoid too much attention in their black robes and body armour, within a half-hour they found themselves by the back door of the old Mayfield library, unfortunately it was locked so they had to use a few well placed axe swings to break through the rotten wood. The library was dark but light enough due to the open windows and holes in the wall, providing enough natural sunlight to light the place up and allow unhindered navigation around the place. The men travelled in a wedge formation while they looked through the place, only breaking to get through doors or begin taking books. Then, their first foe arrived. A feral ghoul stumbled through a nearby doorway that led into the basement, he/it was barely a person anymore, with its thick mucousy skin falling and peeling off in sloughs, his barely working muscles and organs were exposed from the tears in his flesh, an awful aroma floated around him. One of the men on the right quickly dispatched him with an axe-blow to the head before he noticed them, cleaving his already weakened head into half, spraying the walls with a purple-ish blood. The sound however, was enough to alert the others and they began to stagger up the stairs towards the men, prompting a quick barrage of fire in their direction, killing most of them in a quick burst as they fell apart from the force of the impact. "Men! fire and fall back to avoid them getting any closer, they are nasty once they have their prey in sight!" the leader of the party yelled as the ghouls swarmed up, lunging at the men only to be thrown back with rounds of 7.62x39, the noise was deafening and muzzle flashes lit the dim room up like a bonfire. Soon however, it was over, they had managed to fend most of them off for now. "Alright men, load up as many books as you can and let's go!"

((Anyone within the area of the library would've heard the gunfire, if you want to interact go ahead, otherwise they'd return back to the Monastery not soon after))

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:14 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The NAR wrote:
Daniel lit a cigarette and took a puff, blowing smoke into the air, and he chuckled. "This is my home, the only place I know. The love of my life lives here, my parents live here, and very well the only hope for Humanity is in these damn halls". Daniel took another puff and leaned against the table. "We can't afford to let our guard down. Too much is at stake". Daniel paused. "I'm Daniel Maxon. Welcome to Elysium. Now, until we... work out the seams with the Chancellor and the Council, you and your men will be under custody". Daniel opened the door to the room they were in. "I'll be back. If you need anything, just ask. We'll hook you up".

" Love of your wife huh? I have a wife and three daughters masked back at Fort Monroe. Youngest daughter is 4, oldest is 16. Oldest is an Army engineer now, she repairs and strengthens the walls surrounding the Fort." He said as he leaned back, a silent threat of harm echoing within his words.

" So, the intel said you guys were dead from faulty reactors and ventilation systems, what changed? They led us to assume you were all dead and such."

Michael decided to sit down and talk to this man. He was interesting, really. It was surprising to learn of organized society up there. "Nothing changed. Elysium has been running smoothly since it closed. We're surprised it took anyone so long to find us. Now, you said you are with the U.S. Provisional Government... so you're Government Remnants?"

by **Of The Rnclave** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:23 pm

The NAR wrote:
Of The Rnclave wrote:
" Love of your wife huh? I have a wife and three daughters masked back at Fort Monroe. Youngest daughter is 4, oldest is 16. Oldest is an Army engineer now, she repairs and strengthens the walls surrounding the Fort." He said as he leaned back, a silent threat of harm echoing within his words.

" So, the intel said you guys were dead from faulty reactors and ventilation systems, what changed? They led us to assume you were all dead and such."

Michael decided to sit down and talk to this man. He was interesting, really. It was surprising to learn of organized society up there. "Nothing changed. Elysium has been running smoothly since it closed. We're surprised it took anyone so long to find us. Now, you said you are with the U.S. Provisional Government... so you're Government Remnants?"

" Yeah, formed an hour heifer the war by ten congressman and a few military generals. We fled here a well after the bombs fell. We gathered up plenty of tech, gear, equipment and headed off to Mayfield. We've been building up a base and picking up refugees ever since. Were and oligarchy of sorts, a Govenor-General, or president, and twelve other men. Might be a revolution soon." He sis evenly,blowing a smile ring and grinning at the man.

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:27 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The NAR wrote:
Michael decided to sit down and talk to this man. He was interesting, really. It was surprising to learn of organized society up there. "Nothing changed. Elysium has been running smoothly since it closed. We're surprised it took anyone so long to find us. Now, you said you are with the U.S. Provisional Government... so you're Government Remnants?"

" Yeah, formed an hour heifer the war by ten congressman and a few military generals. We fled here a well after the bombs fell. We gathered up plenty of tech, gear, equipment and headed off to Mayfield. We've been building up a base and picking up refugees ever since. Were and oligarchy of sorts, a Govenor-General, or president, and twelve other men. Might be a revolution soon." He sis evenly,blowing a smile ring and grinning at the man.

Daniel listened patiently, gathering details and nodding. He began to write the information on a piece of paper, making sure to include details of a civil war to come. "And... where did you say your headquarters is located?"

by **Terminus Alpha** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 2:13 pm

Department of Out-of-Campus Activities, Radio Room

Jones March was sitting in front of his wall of equipment. Most was non-functional, it's power burnt out in the Apocalypse or lost later on. What was still working was right in front of him, and that was all he needed. The Radios had been rather active in the last few days, mostly coordinating with the Expedition and the incoming Fort Penance guards. The Expedition had reached the Bridge, their primary objective. The Dam was controlled by the New Americans, who were nice enough, but the Dam had stood for over 200 years, and it was beginning to show its age. Teams from the College occasionally visited, and noted that the concrete had noticeably cracked in many places - none of them load-bearing, of course, but the Leaders wished to have a secondary route around the river, just in case the Dam collapsed or was overrun by raiders, gangs, or slavers.

Besides those regular communications, Jones picked up on some - peculiar - transmissions coming from the north. They proclaimed the second coming of America, that the groups that now controlled portions of the wastes were "false governments." It also promised a second coming of the old world. A later transmission was a long-winded rant against the New Americans, and both were recorded by Jones. They seemed interesting, if for no other reason than that it seemed a schizophrenic had acquired a radio, but his words weren't the normal rantings of the mentally ill, no, these had force behind them. This person genuinely believed they were the president.

by **The National Dominion of Hungary** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 2:49 pm

The Farm

The Chieftain stood on the faded planks of the old porch, before him stood four people, three men and one woman. They were well armed and their clothing was in rather good condition, moreover, they and the rest of the tribe was hardened by the terrors that all roadsmen wade through in their lives. And that was the greatest strenght of the tribe. Chief James 'One-Ear' was skeptical to the idea of settling down, of not moving on, of being stuck, vulnerable. But the people hade become numerous, nearly too numerous to live off the land as they had always done. The Striders would have to change their life, or split, and James would not divide the tribe. Never, the Striders have survived by pulling together, by having eachother's backs. But the chief also feared something else, something he feared most of all... what if they would become weak? A filthy band mucking around in dirt for food, begging for protection against the the dangers of the world, giving crops and daughters to raiders in exchange for being left in peace. He would never allow that to happen either.

"Well be back by tomorrow, chief." The man in the center of the group replied with a nod toward the chieftain. "It won't be a long trip." He then finished. "I trust you'll have what we need." The chief said absentmindedly, nodding to them and the small scouting party started walking down the dusty road from the farm, they would be heading South, toward the river, there had to be some civilization there. The Striders had arrived here four days ago and still knew nothing of the local situation, that had to be rectified, and would be by the scouting party. The Chieftain walked down the creaky stair and made his way over toward the barn where most of the tribe was currently sleeping, on the upper floor of said structure while they used the lower floor to prepare the catches that the hunting parties had brought back, four radtails, and a gaggle of birds, grayears and quite a bit of various roots, berries and nettles. They would at least not go hungry for the next week or so. However only three of the hunting bands had returned, and old 'One-Ear' wondered what the eastern group had brought back.

While the chieftain was rather pleased with the food supply at the moment he was concerned when it came to fuel. They did not have much left, it would be enough if they decide to settle somewhere near here but he wanted the assurance they could get the hell out of dodge of something would get severly fucked up. And as a man with 58 years in the Wasteland to look back at, that was a most understandable thought.

The Highway

The three hunters continued their march across the cracked, scorched earth beneath their boots, making their way toward the highway. They had been out for two days now, taking the east as their ground. The Great Hunts mostly consisted of four hunter parties, each going in one direction and hunting for one or two days before returning to the camp. First came a young woman, tall and slender, with tanned skin stretched over lean muscles, a mop of brown hair fell out from beneath the cloth she had wrapped around her head and carrying a bow in her hand. Behind her came a sniewy man in his forties with a long, chestnut brown goatee, a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder and holding a grayear by the, well... ears. Behind him came a second man, massive and daunting, built like a brick-house and his long leather coat made him look even larger than he was. The giant carried an old double-barreld hunting shotgun and gaggle of four birds tied together. It had been a measly catch, and the woman hoped the other hunters had fared better.

It was a particularly bad day today, at least when it came to the sun, it was a red rage that pummeled the little insects below that scampered across the Wasteland. The three tribals had felt it many times before, but one never truly got used to it, sweat beaded down their eyes and fogged their goggles as the marched back toward they Farm. There were few trees here to give any shade from the sun's merciless gaze. Their monotonous march bore on, the unchanging scenery of the lifeless Wasteland blurring together on the hike. But wait, something was different... a faint sound of voices up ahead. It was the man in the middle who had heard them first. "Stop." He hissed. "Listen." Yes, there were voices, the hunters scanned their surroundings and there, by the turn, barely visible by the rusty wreckage of a car there were three figures...

"Hide!" The woman hissed and the three hunters dashed off the road and behind a rocky outcropping overlooking the scene. The three men were very intimidating, wearing the fragments of metal, cloth and bone, seat-belts and buckles wrapped around their legs, skin pierced with nails and holding crude weapons of twisted metal and pipe. Their skin was hard and rocky, thick with callouses and nonsensical symbols carved deep into their flesh. They were menacingly towering above another man, who was cowering in a sobbing heap against the car. It was obvious what they were doing, taking turns beating and kicking the man. Surely, these mutated things were going to kill him, and probably worse. They looked like the sort of inbred, mutated cannibals that often stalked the Wastelands.

"Sure seems they have a strange fascination with skin, don't they." The giant, named "Big" Bert whispered to his companions as the mutants pressed the man’s face against the heated metal of the car and cutting at him, roaring 'strip the flesh!' over and over again. All the while, the man was crying out for mercy, begging someone to help. The woman's hand slowly went toward the quiver on her back, but another quickly stopped her. "Don't even think about it Tara." The lanky man said harshly. "Let them be and they'll be gone soon enough." He let go of her arm. "I wasn't thinking about it Dennis." She replied with a low grumble. After a few minutes the freakish highwaymen marched off the road with their catch, caring not for the rocks and gravel that they were dragging the back of his head against. Dennis, Tara and Bert waited for a few more minutes after the mutants left their line of sight. All was quiet and their own march back home could continue.

by **Kentsland** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 3:11 pm

Montgomery Bridge
North Gates

Joseph Grey tossed the rope ladder off the edge of the gate, the bottom rung sitting just off the ground. The North Gate wasn't as grand as the South Gate, although in itself was still a formidable structure. The sliding gate was just wider than a bus, made with scavenged iron crossbars and laced with flattened sheet metal from cars and trucks. Pegs sticking out from the inside were used by the men to slide it open; it wasn't electrical like the South Gate. 12 foot tall concrete walls, with a narrow catwalk for guardsmen, ran to either side. A watch tower was erected to the left of the fence that raised near 30 feet into the air, with an iron ladder leading up to a lookout platform, effectively called the Eye of the Bridge.

"Watch my back, I don't like the look of that old lady" Joseph jested; he was known for that. That was partially the reason he was tasked with greeting unknown convoys when they neared the bridge-he was friendly, sociably, a good businessmen. And he didn't belong to a large family, the only man left with the Grey name on the bridge, which was the real reason he had that job-he was expendable.

"Don't worry kid" Rory Montgomery, Commander of the North Gate, responded with a reassuring grin.

Grey climbed down and walked out to meet the travelers. The Eye of the Bridge spotted them coming from miles away, and as they neared, the watchmen of the Montgomery Bridge made out the details of the convoy; an older woman with a starved dog, a short burly man with an ax strewn over his shoulders, and a lanky man with an overworked pack-jack.

"Welcome to Montgomery Bridge, I'm-"

"Quite the spiel" the old lady interrupted, "I'm tired and want a place to sleep. Travelers down the road said they's was a inn up here" she spoke with a raspy voice.

"Y-yes there is" Joseph opened up, "although there's a tax for a passage across the bridge. 15 poptabs a head, 30 for the pack-jack...the dog...he can go through for free."

"Well aren't you nice" the old lady spat onto the ground through a few rotting teeth, "I have no tabs. Don't suppose any of you like the warmth of an older lady."

Joseph couldn't tell if she was joking or not, and let out an uncomfortable laugh. "Y-You can barter supplies, mizz. Anything you have of value?"

After 10 minutes of negotiation, the group was allowed entry onto the bridge. The lady ended up having 15 poptabs to pay the tax, although attempted to get by without paying. The burly man with the ax paid his entry with a handful of rifle ammunition and the merchant contently paid the 45 poptabs.

Back at the gate, Rory pulled the rope a single time-one bell meant travelers. A trio of younger boys-known as Pull Boys-slid open the door and let them gain entry. They crossed the bridge to where the Rivermen's Inn was and worked out a dear with its proprietor, a stingy man named Lucas Lancaster, to spend the night. The merchant peddled his wares-a collection of 'rare' cloths-and the burly man drank away memories with glasses of hard ale.

by **Of The Rnclave** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:07 pm

Hello once again Citizens of the Wastes. Some of you by now must be questioning my authority to claim myself as president, well time for a history lesson children of America. The Government of the USA created a line of secession so that in the chance of war or attacks upon the capital, there will always be a leader of America. Now, the first three go as follows -
President
Vice-President
Then the Secretaries of State, Defense and so on.
Our founder was Patrick Daniel Edwards, Secretary of State for the USA, making him the official leader of the USA. Now for those who may still be confused, that means he, and our Government by extension, is the USA in its purest form. I look forward to meeting you, citizens of Mayfield, soon the return of America will no longer be a dream, it will soon return. Await democracy citizens of America, and await us, as saviors from your tyranny. Governor-General James signing off.

by **Of The Rnclave** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:10 pm

The NAR wrote:
Of The Rnclave wrote:
" Yeah, formed an hour heifer the war by ten congressman and a few military generals. We fled here a well after the bombs fell. We gathered up plenty of tech, gear, equipment and headed off to Mayfield. We've been building up a base and picking up refugees ever since. Were and oligarchy of sorts, a Govenor-General, or president, and twelve other men. Might be a revolution soon." He sis evenly,blowing a smile ring and grinning at the man.

Daniel listened patiently, gathering details and nodding. He began to write the information on a piece of paper, making sure to include details of a civil war to come. "And... where did you say your headquarters is located?"

"Officially Fort Monroe, exact location withheld for safety reasons of course. And on the Civil War, there will be none, the military seems to be siding with the Minuteman, they want to restore the President, and and I don't see any problem with that, this Military council reals of corruption and bullying by Generals and so on, hell General Mason practically runs the whole operation." He sighed as he blew a smoke ring into the air.

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 5:24 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The NAR wrote:
Daniel listened patiently, gathering details and nodding. He began to write the information on a piece of paper, making sure to include details of a civil war to come. "And... where did you say your headquarters is located?"

"Officially Fort Monroe, exact location withheld for safety reasons of course. And on the Civil War, there will be none, the military seems to be siding with the Minuteman, they want to restore the President, and and I don't see any problem with that, this Military council reals of corruption and bullying by Generals and so on, hell General Mason practically runs the whole operation." He sighed as he blew a smoke ring into the air.

Daniel nodded. "Ah. Fort Monroe, huh?". Daniel wrote down the name and finished with a nod. It was then that the old chancellor stormed into the room and looked at the prisoner in disgust.

"What is that thing...?" he said, looking at him. "What the hell is he doing in here. We have protocols, rules. Boy, you're lucky my granddaughter loves you or I'd have your head on a slate. Get these fucks down to the burning room and put a bullet in their heads".

"Sir, they claim to be Government..."

"I don't care if this prick is Jesus fucking Christ! I want him dead and any of his friends too! It's vital that we keep the location of Elysium secret". He would leave, slamming the door, and Daniel would look down in shame.

by **The Enclave Government** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:32 pm

The Survivalists had been trekking for days. They had come from a old city, northwest of Mayfield. Ryan saw a door with a eagle on it. He decided it'd be a better place then out in the woods to camp out - only 3 sides he'd have to worry about it. They set up their tents which cost them a fortune back home, and slowly slept.

by **The Enclave Government** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:39 pm

David woke up for his guard duty, and Ryan had told him to make a water-catch incase it rained. Seeing a prime oppurtunity in two boulders, he tried to see if he could fit a catch between the slit. However, he saw a large cave behind the slit, he called out to Ryan. ''Oi, Ryan, check this out!'' Ryan and David pushed the boulders apart, and found the cave. Ryan walked up and saw a door. He told David, ''Dont tell the others about this. I'm going to try and find out what this is.'' Ryan then banged on the door a few times, chided himself for the naivety of that, then walked back out.

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:43 pm

Elysium Security Officers would see the two men inside the cave, banging on the door like childs, but their orders were to ignore any communications from the outside. They would simply ignore them, continuing to drink their coffee and chatter, some even left to go get Ice Cream or relax in the VR Sims.

by **Of The Rnclave** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:40 pm

The NAR wrote:
Of The Rnclave wrote:
"Officially Fort Monroe, exact location withheld for safety reasons of course. And on the Civil War, there will be none, the military seems to be siding with the Minuteman, they want to restore the President, and and I don't see any problem with that, this Military council reals of corruption and bullying by Generals and so on, hell General Mason practically runs the whole operation." He sighed as he blew a smoke ring into the air.

Daniel nodded. "Ah. Fort Monroe, huh?". Daniel wrote down the name and finished with a nod. It was then that the old chancellor stormed into the room and looked at the prisoner in disgust.

"What is that thing...?" he said, looking at him. "What the hell is he doing in here. We have protocols, rules. Boy, you're lucky my granddaughter loves you or I'd have your head on a slate. Get these fucks down to the burning room and put a bullet in their heads".

"Sir, they claim to be Government..."

"I don't care if this prick is Jesus fucking Christ! I want him dead and any of his friends too! It's vital that we keep the location of Elysium secret". He would leave, slamming the door, and Daniel would look down in shame.

"No disrespect Chancellor but if any of my men are touched or injured, you are declaring war upon the Provisional Government of the United States of America. We have the same tech the army if the old world did. We have 5,000 men and women ready to fight ( This is a bluff, but no one knows this for this nation. If you got to war with us, it is a war you will NEVER win. Casualties be damned, you will be overrun and exterminated like vermin. Think if your people, think of the families you will tear apart. But if you want war, by god we will give you your wish." Jacob shouted through clenched teeth, straining against his restraints as he seethed.

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:44 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The NAR wrote:
Daniel nodded. "Ah. Fort Monroe, huh?". Daniel wrote down the name and finished with a nod. It was then that the old chancellor stormed into the room and looked at the prisoner in disgust.

"What is that thing...?" he said, looking at him. "What the hell is he doing in here. We have protocols, rules. Boy, you're lucky my granddaughter loves you or I'd have your head on a slate. Get these fucks down to the burning room and put a bullet in their heads".

"Sir, they claim to be Government..."

"I don't care if this prick is Jesus fucking Christ! I want him dead and any of his friends too! It's vital that we keep the location of Elysium secret". He would leave, slamming the door, and Daniel would look down in shame.

"No disrespect Chancellor but if any of my men are touched or injured, you are declaring war upon the Provisional Government of the United States of America. We have the same tech the army if the old world did. We have 5,000 men and women ready to fight ( This is a bluff, but no one knows this for this nation. If you got to war with us, it is a war you will NEVER win. Casualties be damned, you will be overrun and exterminated like vermin. Think if your people, think of the families you will tear apart. But if you want war, by god we will give you your wish." Jacob shouted through clenched teeth, straining against his restraints as he seethed.

A few Security Officers entered the room, weapons raised. They nodded suspiciously to Daniel, and he nodded back. One of the officers spoke. "The Chancellor will oversee the execution". Daniel looked at Jacob and slightly nodded, just enough to say it's alright, I have a plan. Daniel would walk up and grab Jacob.

"Let's go. Move!" He ordered, pushing him towards the door as the other men were rounded up as well.

by **Of The Rnclave** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:13 pm

The NAR wrote:
Of The Rnclave wrote:
"No disrespect Chancellor but if any of my men are touched or injured, you are declaring war upon the Provisional Government of the United States of America. We have the same tech the army if the old world did. We have 5,000 men and women ready to fight ( This is a bluff, but no one knows this for this nation. If you got to war with us, it is a war you will NEVER win. Casualties be damned, you will be overrun and exterminated like vermin. Think if your people, think of the families you will tear apart. But if you want war, by god we will give you your wish." Jacob shouted through clenched teeth, straining against his restraints as he seethed.

A few Security Officers entered the room, weapons raised. They nodded suspiciously to Daniel, and he nodded back. One of the officers spoke. "The Chancellor will oversee the execution". Daniel looked at Jacob and slightly nodded, just enough to say it's alright, I have a plan. Daniel would walk up and grab Jacob.

"Let's go. Move!" He ordered, pushing him towards the door as the other men were rounded up as well.

Jacob nodded slowly as he moved with Daniel. As his men walked by him, he gave a serious stare and nodded slowly, conveying a message it stay calm and act inky when the security officers did. Turning ti Daniel, he spoke.

" In all honesty, you need to abolish someone with such power. Our system is flawed, but the power is more dispersed and not in the hands of a single individual."

by **The NAR** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:19 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The NAR wrote:
A few Security Officers entered the room, weapons raised. They nodded suspiciously to Daniel, and he nodded back. One of the officers spoke. "The Chancellor will oversee the execution". Daniel looked at Jacob and slightly nodded, just enough to say it's alright, I have a plan. Daniel would walk up and grab Jacob.

"Let's go. Move!" He ordered, pushing him towards the door as the other men were rounded up as well.

Jacob nodded slowly as he moved with Daniel. As his men walked by him, he gave a serious stare and nodded slowly, conveying a message it stay calm and act inky when the security officers did. Turning ti Daniel, he spoke.

" In all honesty, you need to abolish someone with such power. Our system is flawed, but the power is more dispersed and not in the hands of a single individual."

Daniel didn't respond, he simply continued walking until they were in the lower levels of the Vault. A giant pit, where they dumped their waste and burned it, was below them, and the 8 men were lined up by the guards. The Chancellor spiked a cigar. "Light up the furnace". An Officer nodded and flipped the switch, and fire would erupt below. The Chancellor would walk up to the men and chuckle. "Nothing personal, but it has to be done". He turned and nodded to Daniel, who would speak to his men.

"Ready... aim". The sound of boots and rifles readying was heard. In an instant, the entire situation had changed. Daniel had pulled out his pistol and had it pressed against the Chancellor's throat. He gulped in shock.

"Boy... think about what you're doing...". Daniel pushed the gun up so the bullet would rip through his brain.

"I did. Trust me". The crack of a gunshot would be heard, and the Chancellor's brains would splatter into the pit, then Daniel would toss his body down into the fire. He turned to his men. "Heart attack, fell into fire". They nodded, and Daniel would help up the 8 men.

by **Imperial City-States** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:53 pm

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mayfield International Airport
Rites of Passage

John Madison inched silently though the various wreckage that covered the airfield, his face was covered in dark War Paint that was concocted of dark grey's and blacks to match the ruins around him. He had already completed his Rite's and the Ghoul head was wrapped in a leather pouch hidden away in his bag. As he continued to creep forward the sporadic sound of gunfire and other small explosions. Quickly he brought his FN FAL up to his shoulder, every inch of it was wrapped in dark grey rags woven from the fibers of a Cross flower. Shortly afterward he noticed what he could only describe as bandits, absolutely hauling ass away from several ghouls and a red hulk.

stupid bastards he couldn't help but think to himself.

As several of the bandits broke off away from one particularly insane individual who was actually leading the beast underground. The creatures followed and the remaining bandits appeared to be trying to collect as much scrape as possible. John breathed in deeply and slowly reached up to adjust the hand made suppressor he had fabricated shortly before the start of his trials, giving it a sharp twist to ensure it was secure he flipped from his rifle's "Battle Sight" to it's "Precision Sight". He made sure to slow his breathing as he drew a bead onto one of the larger bandits who appeared to be in charge. Slowly he squeezed the trigger and a hoarse cough followed as a .308 round spat forth from about eighty hard away toward the bandit.......

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Maori Industrial Complex
The Armory
Meeting of the Nine

Ivan was immensely nervous. Upon his return to The Armory people thought he'd been robbed due to the amount of goods that he no longer possessed. Now, he stood in front of several of the most powerful individual's on this side of the wasteland.

"And you say that they willingly handed this over?" Asked the First.

"Yu--- Yes. They charged a very hefty price." Ivan replied stuttering at the beginning of his sentence.

"And you say that they were willing to trade more?" The Third and Fourth said in a terrifying synchronized voice.

Ivan tried to muster as much confidence as he could.
"Yes Elders, they had dozens upon dozens of similar papers." he spoke fear filling his voice.

The Nine were silent for a few moments, in front of them the schematic for the now ancient M60 Machine gun lie in more or less pristine condition considering all things.

"You are apart of the Merchant's Guild yes?" The Fifth asked in it's almost mechanical voice.

"Yes Elder." Ivan croaked he was almost on the verge of soiling himself. Very few had ever seen the Nine outside of the Tribe Chiefs but all knew their voices from the fables of old.

"Inform them that you're to immediately open relations with this so called 'Black Monastery'. You're to offer them a consistent supply of arms, ammunition and parts at a discounted price in exchange for a steady supply of these relics." The Seventh spoke in it's typically smooth voice.

"Do NOT fail us." The eighth added shortly after.

"Understood Elders.. when d---" Ivan said mustering more courage.

"Tomorrow, gather what men and animals you need and depart, Leave us." The First responded before Ivan had even finished his sentence as if they already knew what he was going to say.

Quickly Ivan bowed deeply before turning and leaving as quickly as his shaky feet would carry him. Once he got outside of the former Foreman's office he breathed in the sweet smell of machine oil that constantly filled the air around the Industrial Park. It was almost refreshing to be out of the dark and back into the busting, yet dangerous world. Really he wasn't sure who was more dangerous, the trek though the infamous 'gauntlet' or standing in front of the Elders.

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
War Party
Free Polis of Highwood Territory

The War Party that consisted of ten warriors had for the past several days, been hot on the trail of a particularly vicious Raider band who'd been attacking Maori trade caravans that had passed though this area. Granted, they hadn't successfully attacked one of them but it was only a matter of time. The Warriors in the group were covered from head to toe in the dark grey warpaint that was to act as camouflage against the ruined city. Everything, including their armor and weapons were grayed out in some manner.

Slowly Magua, leader of the group had his men lower themselves to a halt. While the Raiders they were often used primarily bows and spears, they dipped the ends of these weapons in a lethal concoction of human waste and Red Wasp venom. Ahead of them they could see a small camp fire emanating from the ruins of a multi-story building. Without a word the Maori warriors dispersed among the ruins, donned brutal looking serrated knifes, others screwed suppressors onto the end of their rifles. Slowly they began creeping their way to the building.

by **Ralnis** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:04 am

Imperial City-States wrote:

Mayfield, USA
Maori Tribe
Mayfield International Airport
Rites of Passage

John Madison inched silently though the various wreckage that covered the airfield, his face was covered in dark War Paint that was concocted of dark grey's and blacks to match the ruins around him. He had already completed his Rite's and the Ghoul head was wrapped in a leather pouch hidden away in his bag. As he continued to creep forward the sporadic sound of gunfire and other small explosions. Quickly he brought his FN FAL up to his shoulder, every inch of it was wrapped in dark grey rags woven from the fibers of a Cross flower. Shortly afterward he noticed what he could only describe as bandits, absolutely hauling ass away from several ghouls and a red hulk.

stupid bastards he couldn't help but think to himself.

As several of the bandits broke off away from one particularly insane individual who was actually leading the beast underground. The creatures followed and the remaining bandits appeared to be trying to collect as much scrape as possible. John breathed in deeply and slowly reached up to adjust the hand made suppressor he had fabricated shortly before the start of his trials, giving it a sharp twist to ensure it was secure he flipped from his rifle's "Battle Sight" to it's "Precision Sight". He made sure to slow his breathing as he drew a bead onto one of the larger bandits who appeared to be in charge. Slowly he squeezed the trigger and a hoarse cough followed as a .308 round spat forth from about eighty hard away toward the bandit.......

The bullet pass through the shoulder of the pirate and hit the concrete wall in a acute angle from the exit wound. A sharp yelp of pain had being heard and the drop of scrap metal had shown the pirates become highly alerted as the rest shouted," we have a sniper!" which alerted the scouts that were in the high tops to give their team a height advantage with their scope hunting rifles had started to scan the field and found the young tribal with the FN FAL was something that made them smile as they fired at the tribe to capture him as they radioed the rest of the guys to go capture the kid as they started to fire on the position as they made a run for it since the Ghouls are under control.

by **The National Dominion of Hungary** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:44 pm

By the Prison and Village.

"Seems legit enough." A man with a scruffy auburn beard said as he passed his scoped hunting rifle to the bald man somewhere in the mid thirties laying prone beside him. "Take a look." The bald man took the weapon and looked through the scope. A wall of scrap metal, wood and whatever was at hand surrounded a large area, he could not see much of the buildings inside, except for the massive Prison at it's northern end. If the word of travelers they had met on the road was to be belived, the village was a major hub in the region, ruled by some religious order calling themselves the Knights of Redemption. The Striders have met many, many religious groups on their many travels, most were simple doomsday cults, some were remnants of Old World faiths, other were self-proclaimed messiahs who mostly bamboozled people out of their tabs and anything in between. Faith did play a part in the lives of the Striders themselves, they did have a simple... shamanist-animist blend and belived in several spirits and powers, but it was a simple faith. After all, there is not much time for elaborate scriptures and recite prayer when every minute of the day was spent ensuring the caravan's survival.

"Yeah." The bald man answered, looking at the guards manning the wall. "You'll stay back here Joe and keep out of sight, if we're not back by noon tomorrow, go back to camp by yourself." He said as he handed the rifle back to the man next to him who nodded. "Will do boss." Joe replied absentmidedly as he and the leader of the scouting party, a Bondsman named Donald made their way down from the hill to their two companions who waited below, a young man with pale gray eyes and frizzy blonde hair, holding an old AR-15 and draped in a long leather duster, beside him was a copper-skinned woman in her early thirties with a lean, aquline face and a UMP submachine gun slung across her shoulder. "Listen up you." Their bald leader said as he descended from the hill. "Joe's gonna stay behind in case the shit hits the fan. The rest of us go for the gate, best behavior kids." He smiled crookedly. "Let's go talk to the nice people." The woman took a deep breath and brushed a strand of black hair from her face. "Yea, can't wait..." She replied, voice laced with irony.

And so the three tribals walked out on the crackes asphalt in the setting sun of the evening, making their way toward the gates which hopefully would give them entry into the village. "Am I the only one who can feel a crosshair right about here by now?" The woman said in a darkly humorous tone, pointing toward her forehead. "Don't you worry Sammie, my unique charisma should do the trick." The bald man said with a jovial smile, giving her a nudge in the shoulder. "Yeah Don, I think you'll have to borrow some of mine." The blonde man said, his voice notable tense, his eyes fixed on the figures on the wall and his finger caressing the safety on the assault rifle. The three kept walking up toward the gate when bald Don finally shouted out. "Yo-yo! Knock-knock! We're just passin' through, no ill-will, hoping to talk to you folks, maybe even trade."

by **The NAR** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:53 pm

When Josh stood, Daniel would look over to him. "Heres the deal. I don't want to make an orphan today, so I am going to let you go. Under one condition. When your leader asks about what you discovered, this place doesn't exist. Nothing, zilch. Do you understand?"

by **Heraklea-** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:34 pm

MAYFIELD HIGH, MAYFIELD WASTELAND
Sergeant Max O'Reilly whistled cheerfully as he ascended the steps of the old school clock tower. He was reasonably confidant no one would jump out at him and catch him unawares. Even if they did, KoR Rangers were no easy target on their worst day.

He reached the top of the stairs and tried the door. Locked. No matter. He pulled out the lockpick set and got to work. A simple enough locking mechanism, meant to keep out teenagers than guard state secrets in its past life and it quickly gave way. The room beyond, with it's clock mechanisms rusted in place, actually provided a decent refuge. He might just make this a regular waystation on his long patrols in the Wastes.

He opened a south-facing window, unslung his sniper rifle and raised it into position. A quick search found his partner. He keyed his radio.

“I'm watching your back, Gunny.”

NORTH OF MONTGOMERY BRIDGE, MAYFIELD WASTELAND

“Yeah? How's my ass look?” replied Gunnery Sergeant Melissa Dayton.

*Your big-jack is fine. Butt's not bad either.*

“My butt is great.”

*Sure it is. Okay, listen up. I've got someone moving in an alley nearby.*

“Left or right?”

*Right. Looks vaguely raiderish. Want me to take him?*

“No, I'll do it. I've got an idea for him.”

*Will he like it?*

“I honestly don't care.” The ranger continued walking steadily towards the bridge. “I see him. God is he ugly.”

*Doesn't look like he knows you made him.* She walked another twenty feet until the bandit made his move. He leaped from hiding and charged her only to suddenly find himself flat on his back. Gunny Dayton trained her rifle on him.

“You made quite the mistake. Now you pay for it. Take off your shirt.” The man slowly got to his feet and began removing his top with shaky hands. She examined him for tattoos or other tribal markings. Finding none, Gunny Dayton smiled. “Congratulations. You're useful to me. Come on.” She pulled out some rope from one of the side saddles of her jack and began binding his hands. “Where I'm going, it may be more useful for them to not know I'm KoR. So you're going to pretend to be my slave. When we're done, I'll take you to Korville and make you a productive member of society. Does that sound good?” The man looked unsure. “Or I could field sentence you for banditry.” The man started nodding. “Thought so. Come on.” With that, she tied the other end of the rope to the big-jack's saddle and continued her procession to Montgomery Bridge.

“Ho there,” she called as they arrived at the North Gate.

KORVILLE, MAYFIELD WASTELAND
The head gate guard looked over at the watch tower. The tower guard nodded down to him but also shouted down.

“We have two more parties headed this way. Looks like some rangers and a caravan from the dam.”

“Keep it open?”

“I'd recommend it.”

“Aye. Let the Watch Officer know.” The gate guards opened the gate, and the head stepped forward. “Lieutenant Holstrom of the Order of Brothers of Repentance in Mayfield, also known as the Knights of Redemption. Please identify yourselves and your reasons for coming to Korville.”

REDEMPTION RADIO
Now playing Speed of Light, by Van Canto

by **The New Sea Territory** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 10:18 pm

Downtown
Emerald Caravan Company, Caravan 12

The Emerald Caravan Company is a business that moved it's headquarters to the Wolves' Den a few years back, and it has since been bought buy the Punks. This caravan was ordered directly from the third floor to head up north, to Port Welhiem and Remington, to establish new trade routes for the ECC, which, in turn, would lead to further trade with the entire Den. "Rotten" Robert Pulaski was leading this caravan, which consisted of three hired guns for guards, and two pack-jacks, one with a cart attached to it. They were carrying two crates of stardust, a case of fireball, one crate of glowdust, one crate of thrasher and about a dozen Lazarine pelts.

The caravan had traveled a little over a mile when they were stopped by two armed raiders. The first called out, "Hold up. Papers." Rotten reached into his bag and pulled out a letter from Dex the Great that allowed them to pass through Ice-Thorn checkpoints like this. The Ice-Thorns had set up roadblocks and small outposts all across downtown to camp the caravan routes like this, and it was effective. After the two raiders looked through the cart's contents, the other raider said quickly, "Alright, you're clear...move along."

Rotten waved to the Ice-Thorns as they slowly carried on down the main road. The group stopped about a half mile later for a water break, but then resumed. They stopped once more when they reached a ruined theater, which was out of the downtown area. They moved inside and started a small fire, to cook some fish they had brought along with them.

The Wolves' Den
Second Floor, The Temple of Izzul

The unholy hymns were played at this gathering. The founder of the Temple, Izulista, found a old cassette recording of this really lo-fi black metal, which he used for the demonic worship ceremonies. As people gathered for the service, the priest sliced open the rubble rat, as was custom, and covered his lower arms and hands in it's blood.

"Behold, the dark power of Izzul!"

"Hail! Hail!"

"Behold, the commandment of Izzul! Thy enemy is the authority, the light and the good-doer. Be Izzul's darkness in their world!"

"Hail the wielder of war and the despot of darkness."

The priest then stepped down from his platform and began to paint the mark of Izzul, the "Vathmol-Izuli", which was an upside down triangle inside of a circle, on the foreheads of his followers with the blood on his hands.

The cult had actually grown since Izulista was murdered. He had a "revelation" in the wasteland, when tripping on stardust, and began to worship Izzul, a demon he could supposedly see. He gathered a small following in his travels, but, when he brought the cult to the Den, it took off. He was murdered by the Wolves when he murdered two gang members and at their carcasses. Since then, the cult has been taken over by his closest friends, and it's following has grown to thirty regular visitors.

by **The Tophat Empire** » Tue Mar 10, 2015 10:37 pm

Heraklea- wrote:KORVILLE, MAYFIELD WASTELAND
The head gate guard looked over at the watch tower. The tower guard nodded down to him but also shouted down.

“We have two more parties headed this way. Looks like some rangers and a caravan from the dam.”

“Keep it open?”

“I'd recommend it.”

“Aye. Let the Watch Officer know.” The gate guards opened the gate, and the head stepped forward. “Lieutenant Holstrom of the Order of Brothers of Repentance in Mayfield, also known as the Knights of Redemption. Please identify yourselves and your reasons for coming to Korville.”
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The 3 Cavalry men stop and sit down, holding there Polis-Jacks with there left hands, after a few seconds clicking there heels and saluting with the right hand. The middle man starts to talk "Friends and Allies of Korville, we are the 1st Dragoon Delivery unit. We carry a letter that Warden must see with utmost haste. Requesting permission to enter ". still not removing his hand from the salute.

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