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April 3rd, 2283 ?? ?? Albert awoke, as if he had been asleep his entire life. As if the entire life he had before was simply a dream, a dream within a dream. As if all of the struggles and toils and joys and pleasures had been nothing more than a fantasy in the minds eye. The wounds that...

April 3rd, 2283 The Fiordlands The Broken Coast Athelred had once been known as the Ruthless, the Chief-Slayer of the South, who had brought down tribal warriors ten times his size in armed combat. To his enemies in the Kingdom of Columbia, beyond the mountains of the Broken Coast, he was...

April 3rd, 2283 The Northern Seas Veronica drew back her fist and collided it with the pirate moving forwards, connecting with his nose and sending him lurching backwards. He clutched his bleeding face in his hands as the rickety ship's bobbing shook both of them off balance on the wooden deck...

April 2nd, 2283 Queen Charlotte Graham Island Albert walked through the cobblestone market square of Queen Charlotte, looking at the various vendor stands erected all about. The disparate inhabitants of the island all seemed to be gathered here, purveying the different produce brought in from...

this but unironically

April 1st, 2283 The Fiordlands The Broken Coast The beating ceremonial drums echoed against the walls of the labyrinth-like cavern, the sound emanating from the ceremonial chamber in the heart of the mountain complex. Roaring loud war cries and chants from ten thousand warriors, their faces...

April 1st, 2283 Queen Charlotte Graham Island Veronica walked down the battered aluminum gangway, which still held the tattered and faded design from when the ship was in service with the Old World Navy. Against a blue background, written in white, was 'USS CONFLICT (AM-445)' and below it...

April 1st, 2283 Aboard USS Conflict (AM-445) In the Queen Charlotte Sound I think I'm gonna be sick... Albert, wearing a heavy blue foul-weather parka over his Power Armor undersuit, hung over the roped railing on the fantail of the moving ship, feeling green in the face. He could feel every...

Yeah I can see why. But one can assume that their tenuous alliance is quickly fading away, and will probably turn to open conflict sooner or later. They're allies of convenience, and neither side has ever been above doing that for their own benefits. But I can definitely understand your...

March 14th, 2283 The Northern Wastes HANNIBAL The Super Mutant walked alone through the snowy forest of the North, the cold wind striking against his exposed green skin. His body was filled with bandages, wrapped around hastily to repair the wounds he had sustained in the great fight against...

February 25th, 2283 North of Spokane The Northern Wastes God damn it, my fucking head...where the fuck am I...? Albert opened his eyes slowly as his senses returned to him, and immediately realized that most of his gear had been seized from him. His helmet was missing, his rifle gone, and all...

February 24th, 2283 North of Spokane The Northern Wastes "The survival of the Brotherhood of Steel and of the bastion of the human race that persists in this frozen wasteland hinges on your success or your failure today. If you succeed, you will forever cripple the Super Mutant Menace that...

February 24th, 2283 North of Spokane The Northern Wastes Hannibal brought down a sledgehammer, fashioned with barbed wire at its hammer end and electrified with a charge strapped to the end of the handle, on the unfortunate skull of a Brotherhood soldier. The Cohort of the Chosen Ones, as the...

February 23rd, 2283 The Skies over Spokane The Northern Wastes "Where'dja get these things, anyway?" Albert sat in the transport compartment of a Brotherhood-marked UH-43 'Nakota,' a Pre-War attack/transport helicopter, flying at a relatively high altitude above the ruins of Spokane. Through...

February 21st, 2283 Spokane The Northern Wastes "No, Junior Scribe, we have been unable to actually find out where their base of operations are at. Our patrols into the Rockies have come up with nothing. Naturally, of course, that doesn't mean they aren't there, but we haven't seen them yet...

February 19th, 2283 Spokane The Northern Wastes Four six-man teams moved unseen through the snowy ruins, their rag-tag robes - heavy to protect from winter's cold embrace - blended well with the devastated urban environment. The blizzard had, for the time being, subsided, and now would a good...

February 19th, 2282 Spokane The Northern Wastes "Fuck you." Another power-armored fist crashed into his abdomen, perfectly delivered to ensure maximum pain with minimum permanent damage. Albert winced in pain as the Brotherhood Knight pulled back. There were two of them standing before him, in...

February 18th, 2283 Outskirts of Spokane The Northern Wastes The pair trudged through the thickened snow along the old Route 53, passing by cars that were so buried by snow that only their roofs were visible. The snow had grown thicker here, and it made their journey all the more slower...

February 17th, 2283 Lake Pend Oreille The Northern Wastes "Uh....hold up a second. I think we took a wrong turn....uh....yeah, we did. We shoulda gone due west at that burnt out silo, not gone north. I told you we shoulda gone west..." Albert looked at his Pip-Boy as they trudged through the...

February 14th, 2283 Near Spokane The Northern Wastes Go forth, and destroy any who resist the Unity. All those who fight back, will be ground under your heels. All those who will listen, are to be taken back to the Camp. Is that understood? "Yes, Master. Your will be done." The psychic...