A Second to Try

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Okay, this thread is for those types who like to make conversation-heavy posts, deep plots, and hidden meanings. Also, for those who can depict bloody gore with utter sadistic excellence.
Also, it would help if you didn't mind reality-altering..

Okay..here it goes...

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This is the Harmony Ground. It's a town, made up of refugees from Vault City, former Enclave soldiers and techies, and a few wanderers. It's different from its source in its accepting approach to all races.
Maybe even too accepting.

All the ridgid rules, the code of morals and ethics that ruled in Vault City had been turned completely around. Harmony is ghe Den, only much cleaner,and massively more high-tech.

The only reason it keeps on living on is that certain people had taken in upon themselves to protect its dangerous existence.

After all, it was very convinient place it live in. All the comforts of Vault City, the firepower to match NCR, and the fun, fun of New Reno.

The motto was live and let live...and it is sheer fallacy.

This place is built over an area, sacred to the first inhabitants of this land. It is a place where lines crossed, where probabilities are altered, infinite realms, infinite times, and infinite possiblities.


"AAAARRGH!!!"

Bhepin cursed again, and in the back of his mind, he marvelled at how his vocabulary had improved dring the few weeks he'd been out here. He'd been learning much, and saw more body organs than he ever knew existed.

Well, he lost squeamishness rather quickly..looking down the barrel of a Combat Shotgun kind of does that to a person.

He threw away the useless B o S standard issue PipBoy out into the sand and yelled out his frustration.

He was lost.

Again.


He rounded the next sand dune, and got a fist in the face. He reeled and tumbled, smashing aganst a rock. As he shook his head to clear his vision, a kick to the side of his abdomen cut off whatever thought that was going through his mind. He yelped in pain.

"Hey, don' damage da merchandise..", someone said.
"Accidents happen. It'll make them easier ta break."
"Well, we don't want things that break TOO easily, yuo figger."
"Roight."

That would have caused internal bleeding, if he wasn't wearing special Brotherhood Combat Robes.

Still, the pain as intense, andhe groveled and clutched his side, grimacing. He felt his arms jerked roughly behind him, and shackles pressed into them.

"You'll make someone a good plaything.", he heard a voice growl.

Slavers.

"Oh, fuck..", he could only say.
Laughter answered him, and he was hauled away.

His vision still misted, all his ammo and weapons were useless slag, back at the last town he had visited.
Utter and total fuked up. How can things get any worse?



OOC-Wrong format?
Okay, here's the barest hint of a plot.
I get rescued.
We end up in Harmony Ground.
We kick ass and chew gum.
---have someone introduce law and order by acting as sherrif
---have a thief in out midst
---an assasin would be nice
---why is it that noone wants to RP a simple trader?
---i follow people around

http://bpen.topcities.com/enclave1.jpg
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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The last days still seemed like a dream to Louis. Perhaps it was just the lack of jet. He and Scorch had left the town, which name thez still didn't know and went here looking for ... they didn't know what they were looking for.
"Oh damn ... trouble."
That was the last thing Louis needed. He saw some guys beating up another guy. "Perhaps I should wait until they killed eachother, blow the last one away and grap their weapons.
He ducked behind a sand dune.
"Scorch...Scorch!", he tried to call as silently as possible for Scorch who was walking some feet behind him.

OOC- Jack, if your not posting here just forget my last sentence.
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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
It took just a second, a moment while the slaver was distracted..and Bpen managed to kick off his boots. The greenish footwear spun in a lazy arc in the air, and hit the Slave Caravan driver squarely at the nape of his head.

"What the hell?", he spat, and picked up the plated boot where it lay beside him. An couple of orange spherical things rolled out of it.

*boom!*

The caravan driver, the entire load, and all the brahmin tethered to it exploded in a bloody gush of green flame. (1) The slavers ducked under the backlash, and Bpen tok the chance, while the hand was off his chain leash, to run for it.

The sandy grit was hard to manage in with just one shoe, but he made good time running away, as most of the slavers were still too dazed.

"Damn.Damn...", he thought. "That does it...I'm dead. " He twisted from side to side while running, to keep the heavy steel shackles from cutting into his arms. "Well, at least I took out a few of those bastards before I go to that Great Library in the Sky.."

"Fuck!", Frigg said. "He's gettin' away!"

He got up, drew his 10mm SMG, and gave chase.


OOC-I'd like to make this character, Frigg. He's a slaver..and I'd like him to remain an NPC type..someone others can control. Just remember... he doesn't have ANY scruples..would delight and stabbing you in the back, and swears a whole lot.

(1) Wire-release grenades hidden in the boot. Thin wires were rigged to the underside of the sole, so that it would explode if the boot is ever suddenly taken off.
It was the very last offensive weapon in Bhepin's arsenal. So, he's a sitting duck now...


http://bpen.topcities.com/cowlord.jpg
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-the bluepencil@ http://bpen.topcities.com
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Bpen was now running in zig-zag, trying to escape his 10mm death warrents. He was running at his full speed, not looking at where he's running into. His pace suddendly slowers as his foot just set on something soft, which shouldn't appear in the middle of the wasteland. He tries to regain balance but of no avail. His predator arrives. This time, it's death for sure.

"You goddamned motherfucking sonofabitch! You know what the bloody hell you just did to my fucking dudes? You screwed them up! You fucker! Can't you just stand fucking still and let us kick your fucking ass? Ahh fuck it! You shall fuckingly die!" screamed Frigg, stepping on Bpen's neck.

Just as Frigg was going to pull the trigger, a "shadow" with a glowing green tip and tail leaped up, causing Frigg to fall and got his 10mm cut right through the middle. The "shadow" settled right on Frigg, holding some strange weapon in his hand.

"Havin a lotta fun stepping on Ravehead? Now you shall be sentence to death! You wanna be de-limbed or slicing?" yelled Ravehead, pointing his weapon towards Frigg's neck, "And you over there, what the hella you doing here?" Ravehead yelled once more, this time, towards Bpen.

Character Description
Name:Ravehead
Age: 23
Hair color: He's bald....
Eye color: Red
Faction: Red Star Mercs, assasination depertment
Equipment: Combat armor(Only the body plate, desert camo), Double Buster (2 headed photon sword, solar powered. Charge time: 2 hrs, Usage time: 48 hrs)

Item: Metant/Gamma Glup cocktail 1 litre, stimpack X2, metants X5
Bio: He was an ex-brotherhood initate for only a week because of metant and liquor addition. He then joined Red Star, brining his assination and close combat skills with him.
 
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OOC-Seems like Jack isn't posting right now, so I will have to change my first post. He (Scorch) and Louis will meet in Harmony Ground.
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DAMN, I can't edit my first post...
Ok, here are some corrections:

Louis will meet Scorch in Harmony Grounds. Louis is still searching for the person, who will be albe to explain all the things that happened in the abandoned town (old timer).

Line 7:
Louis ducked behind a sand dune. He wished Scorch was here, he could toast these slavers with one thrust of his flamethrower.

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OK, now my new post:

Covered by a sand dune Louis watched the scene. Most of the slavers where lying on the ground, groaning and bleeding or were still confused and didn't know what happened to them. Louis used the opportunity, took his desert eagle and aimed at one of slavers, who was still standing. *BOOM* The powerful shot hit the slaver in the head, he died immediately and fell to the ground. Another slaver had heard the shot and looked hecticly around for the person who fired. He discovered Louis, but Louis was already aiming at him. Louis fired three times. 2 shots hit his chest and the last his left arm. The slaver fell to the ground, just to lie there like the other one.
Louis left his cover and went toward the slavers. One was still
alive, but the explosion had torn up his abdomen. He was lying there groaning and pushing his hands on the wound.
"Please ...",the slaver whispered, "don't sho-" *BOOM* Louis interrupted him by shooting him in the head.

OOC-Louis can't see Bpen, Friig and insane, you're behind some sand dunes.
Louis is no super hero, he just was at the right place at the right time, most slavers were already dead.

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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
EEK!

(ooc) My brother Scorch has been busy, last night he was at a friends house towards the evening, than he spent the night tonight, since I am his brother, I could post for him, but I won't lets meet him in the town, and pretend that instead of Scorch you said Dutch. :)

(ic)
*Dutch observes carefully, and starts sneaking off to one side, he runs up behind the slavers and draws his lucky crow-bar and hits the lock on the chain thusly breaking it letting the slaves free, they run around making it very hard to get a shot off anywhere*

(ooc) I've got a friend over so my post is kinda slow and sloppy, but you'll have to deal with it.
 
EEK!

(ooc) My brother Scorch has been busy, last night he was at a friends house towards the evening, than he spent the night tonight, since I am his brother, I could post for him, but I won't lets meet him in the town, and pretend that instead of Scorch you said Dutch. :)

(ic)
*Dutch observes carefully, and starts sneaking off to one side, he runs up behind the slavers and draws his lucky crow-bar and hits the lock on the chain thusly breaking it letting the slaves free, they run around making it very hard to get a shot off anywhere*

(ooc) I've got a friend over so my post is kinda slow and sloppy, but you'll have to deal with it.
 
A little bit of Knowledge goes a long way

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-24-01 AT 05:49AM (GMT)[p]OOC-Hm...I'm not really that much of an RP player..I think I'm better off in the sidelines, and keeping the plot alive..But anyways..her is addional datum, to make your playing easier.

Harmony Ground is arranged in a cross pattern. Well, the main steets are.and so are the buildings...but it's all walled up in a perfectly square adobe wall, with auto-turrets mounted on stategic points.
It's a little-known fact that the turret's don't actually WORK, per se. They're just there to scare off Raiders, or those scouting out for either NCR or New Reno.

basically, it goes as thus:

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Garden___________||_______Uptown___________
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-----------------Center--------------------_____Farms
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Residences_______||______Downtown__________

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_________mining_____________



In the center of the town is a small scale replica of the statue of Liberty. It contains the old words "Give to me your tired, your poor, the"... yadda, yadda. Basically, it serves a reminder of what the world was, and could be.

Right beside it is the City Hall. Harmony Ground is a more-or-less and anarchistic state, since the Hall is basically just a figurehead. However, there is power to be had in this place, since it where all dealings with the outside world is finalized. If ever the Mayor decides to take charge, Harmony would be a major player in the Wasteland.

The NPCs here are:
Mayor DeCorta, a former Enclave trooper, he had grown to recognize tha value of speech. He can convince most of the populace to seeing things his way, and his efforts have made Harmony a profitable place to live in. Hoever, as a former Enclave....he had this tendency to be almost patronistic TOWARDS mutants...and as such, there are many people who would like to see him dead.
"I can't just stand to see the children of a new era be ignored"


And beside the City Hall is the Police HQ, an institute of absolute innefectivity. Curruption oozes from its pores.



The Gardens are where the Elite, the rich, the most bloodthirstily opportunistic lurk. It's a place where all delights can be taken, if you've got the cash. Also home of several key points.

The Pathenon...a brothel. NPC here is Madam Cancer. She likes to pull strings, to make men dance on her invisible wires. She wants nothing less than utter behind-the scenes control of all of Harmony.
"Why, Mr.Mayor..such a pleasure to see you..please, have seat.."


Rack Shop....a rare weapons shop. NPC here is Darius, a short weaponsmith. He's a simple man, he just wants to live and work...but the mere nature of his business means he'll be embroiled in much of the play.
"Hey, shop's closed! Come back in the mornin'."


The Uptown is where much of the legitimate action happens. The Front Gates are here, and most newcomers enter here through arrving caravans. There is your usual business spots.

Black Gold..a bar. NPC here is Jake. He's the owner of the bar, and he's planning on selling out sometime soon. He just found out that he's got a son slaving away in Vault City, and holds much of the resentment towards the place.
"It's a good thing I found ya away from those slavers....."

Crimson Caravan....a caravan depot. NPC here is Kein, proprietor of the franchise. He;s willing to grab just about anyone for his trips, as his routes have a very low survivability rating. Those who survive are given high status, however.
"Well? You going?"

Notes: Why not build a sub-thread which shows a caravan trip?

Another NPC is Ghiel, his ghoul assistant. He has a very sarcastic tounge to all humans except Kein.
"Yu'r a good shot. Fer a blind man."

Mechanist's Haven....a repair and trading shop. NPC here is Regan, a machinist. He holds awe over the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel. He'd give massive discounts towards members of those parties.
"Hot damn! Lemme see that again!"


The Residences are... well... residences. Mixed dwelling for all people in the Harmony Ground. Although it's not divided into actual section, there are segregations. Super-mutants stay to the upper portions, houls to the South, and people in the middle. There is always an aura of tension all over the place. Last week, there was talk about how a guy shot a ghoul who was tresspassing on his area.

NPC's here are:

Julius....the Police Captain. He looks up to his sherrif(whover who that may be RP'd) , and tries really hard to control all the potential viol ence. As a result, he is continually abused by all three races.
"Cam down! Calm down! Oh, shit!"

Downtown is where things really happen. Feel free to make and RP your own shops, Guilds, and NPCS.
The only constant here is the Dominion...a mysterious group/gang holed up in a big warehouse. They all wear hooded masks, and can be seen now and then around Harmony. Nobody crosses them, for they've got combined firepower beyond wildest dreams.

The farms are...farms. Although there have been several Deathclaw sightings.

The mining area is where the city gets the valued iron deposits that the rest of the Wasteland needs for their products. A 10% value volume is diverted by Brotherhood spies into their own reserves.

NPC here is Hat, an old miner who tells of ghostly legends, of Wannamingoes and mines, and how this place is also doomed to suffer the bite of things we can't understand.
"Can't say I blame ya...I've been thinkin' I'm crazy too. But I knows what I've seen."

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Well, there it goes...please, separate happenings in all zones. There should be a sub-thread for Uptown..a subthread for the Garden...a subthread for the Center, etc. etc. It'll be easier that way in the long run.

And you are all free to make NPCs, featues and locations in the place, as long as it doesn't cause conflict with the other ideas of people. Also, you may take an NPC and RP him...

Thanks for reading this!!

IC-

Bpen fell limply into the sandy grit and rapidly lost conciousness. As such, he didn't see several metal-armored people emerge from behind a sandy knoll and wave their Bozars in the air.

"Fuck!!", one slaver said. "It's the Black Patrol!!" He ducked out of the batllefield and scampered for his life. Those already fighting gave no notice, they being too engrossed in survival.

Jake frowned and motioned for his buddies to drag Bpen away from the grounds. He had someone Electronic Lockpick him free.

He readied his sniper rifle and aimed it at Frigg's head.

OOC-
Jake maintains a small group of anti-slavery and anti-Vault City activists. They roam around now and then to rout slavers passing through to Vault City.

http://bpen.topcities.com/cowlord.jpg
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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RE: A little bit of Knowledge goes a long way

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-24-01 AT 12:31PM (GMT)[p]OOC- @Dutch: I thought we were outside of the city in the wasteland. Slaves are normally kept in a kind of basement. So, are you in the city or outside of the city, where we are?
Edit: I think I misunderstanded you. You didn't open a cage or something like that, you just smashed the chains, right?

@bluepencil: 1)Why do you lose conciousness?
2)I thought this was just a small group of slavers and that all of them were dead now, like I wrote in my last post.
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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
A rough little sketch of Harmony Grounds.....

OOC- Just drawn a rough little map of Harmony Grounds...Rather then a map, maybe call it a junk...huh. And please gimme some opinion about the map.
img=[http://homepage.renren.com/on99/map.jpg]

I've added in "Red Star", which is Ravehead's Guild. The guild is famous for it's assasinators(in which Ravehead is one, too) and it's inhumanity against it's enemies. They only accept those who survived Kein's trips, muties or normies alike. Jake, Kein and even the Mayor are it's usual customer. The mayor actually hire them to take place of the town cops.

Basic payment is 1k and .3k/kill or similar worth of goods. Contact Guildmaster Insane(Yes, the one from South of Border, this time a NPC, fell free to use him if needed.) for further information.
"Don't return unless you've gave your emenies a painful death!"

IC-"Great job Ravehead! Our ambush is a great success! Any idea on how shall I kill this guy?" said Jake, laughing.

"I still say de-limbing, or whatever...just gimme half of normal pay and all alchoal n' metants on the deads...and how shall I treat this guy here?" replied Ravehead, pointing to Bpen. "He seemed to be...dead?"
 
I'm back

(ooc)I think something is wrong with our enter key, just incase you didn't notice. My bro really wants to post, so I'd just like to say nice maps you guys made, nice to see some talented folks out there. I also enjoy how the town is set up instead of running through the town, shooting, and leaving as I've noticed has been normal. Too bad we can't get some new faces in here, I guess.


(ic)

*Scorch slowly strolls into the town, walking around slowly looking around side to side, his combined ethnicity of tribal and Chi shining through, some children spy on him but run away upon seeing his flame thrower with the dog pelt around it, the mouth opened just around the barrel of the flamethrower, making him look more savage, he goes to the farm and trades a couple bucks for some food, after he consume the fruit he goes to get a room for the tonight, after he settles himself a few moments later he strolls around, not really looking for work, or anything in particulair, he notices the "statue" and looks at it oddly for a moment and than notices two men, whom are Julius and Mayor DeCorta arguing, he observes the conversation, taking note of it, than goes to his room to sleep for a few hours*
 
RE: I'm back

(ooc) Louis- Bpen said he walked over a sand dune and than SMACK, he was punched out, There are no sand dunes in towns, particulairly in basements, also if you played Fallout 2 you'll see that you encounter more slavers roaming around than you do in towns, but since that thread is undone and we're re-adjusting I'll just make my entrance. Since I use astrikes for actions, I'm going to use X's in parenthesis to replace the astrikes for what they are really used for (marking things).

(ic)
*the heavyweight Champion of New Reno struts into town, wearing his Combat Armor vest, no weilding a weapon besides a crow bar tucked away near him* *he takes a deep breath as he enters the town, he doesn't seem to be looking foreword to it, but he needs a place to put his feed up, make a few bucks, and get on with his travels* *he goes into Roger's Bar(x) and after a quick meal and hearing about local events from Roger, he strolls over to the Panthenon and after a visit with a lady or two he goes to the weaopon shop he's heard so much about, he trades in a couple of weapons he's picked up and gets money in return*

*he than procedes to the mine, he looks around it, recognizing the nice facilities, he talks to the chairman and Dutch procedes to share a story of the mine he used to work in, and how there were some creep crawlies down there he wants to learn more about*

*Dutch takes the chairman back to Roger's Bar and buys him a lot of drinks, gaining LOTS of information about the wennabego's (spelling???) *

(x)= Roger's Bar is a quiet bar located next to the Crimson Caravan Building, the bartender is a mellow guy, appearlently he was the town drunk when he made some money when he got drunk and stumbled into a new mining path that's allowed the mine to produce 3x as much iron.
 
RE: I'm back

OOC- Dutch, i know we where outside of city, but some things just make no sense. But I'll just do it like everyone else and ignore all the other posts... Can anybody smell sarcasm here?

IC-Louis took all the jet of the dead slavers and grabed as some of their weapons.

So let's take a look at his inventory:
2 beer
1 coke
5 jets
desert eagle + ammo
shotgun + ammo
2 stimpaks
some food
and a map

He heard voices and laughing of people who were quite near.
He walkes towards them and as he crossed another sand dune he saw some people with bozars aiming at a slaver.
Red Star... Louis knew them, a bunch of killers in his opinion. Nothing but killers and gangsters. Louis walked away heading for Harmony Grounds, he didn't want any further trouble.

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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
Uptown-

OOC-
::laughs::
Who cares about nitpicking details? The main purpose of this thread is to have fun! Still the plot is thus far... right?

The Slavers are all dead/captured. Frigg will NOT die..I like his potential as an NPC too much..
Scorch is already in town.
Everyone else are heading there.

Great map! We've now got all the tools we need for some good RP's. Thanks!


IC-

"Urrghhh..", Bpen woke, a hammering in his skull. He blinked a few times to clear his vision...and saw the business of a Bozar aimed at his face.
"Yaah!", he screamed and looked ready to faint again.
Laughter.

"Relax, son. You're safe now.", he heard a gruff, but kind voice say. He turned and saw an older black man, his face all wrinkled due to constant exposure to the elements.
"Who..where?", he gasped out.
"Well, you're in Black Gold. The damn best bar this side of the Sierras...an' I'm Jake. I rescued ya from those Slavers.."
"Slavers..", bpen muttered. "Thanks..", he said with a grin, then hauled himself off the couch he had been sleeping in. He ironed out a few crinks in his neck and looked at Jake aquarely in the eye.
"Is there anything you want in return? I'm afraid I don't have any money."
Jake narrowed his gaze. "I did it because it was something I had to do. If I wanted your money, I'd a have just killed you and took it from yer corpse."
"Sorry.", Bpen replied. "Arrgh..", he groaned and held a hand to his head.
"A drink'll fix that bump up.", Jake said with a toothy grin. He went to the bar and took out a bottle of Rotgut, ehich he gave to Bpen.

Bpen looked at the drink warily..and drunk it straight. He made a face as the burning sensation filled his guts.
Jake looked on in wonder. "Well I'll be.. you're the first person I've seen that can take a full shot of that.."
"If I can live throuugh the Blaster...", he shrugged."Rotgut's nothing."
"You KNOW about the Wasteland Blaster??! Hm..you're a little too young to be a Master Bartender, ain't ya?"
Bpen shrugged. Normally, a Master Bartender is given that status when he has perfected and made his own mix..and has reached twenty years of bar experience. But Bpen was an oddity..he had researched about it during his free time in the Brotherhod Archives. As such, he knew as much about alcohol as most long-lived barmen.

The door to the Bar opens, and a scarred, metal-aromored man pops his head in. "Hey, Jake..I think the Frigg is ready to talk.."

Jake nodded and waved the man away. "Hey, I sure could use some help here..I've got other things ta do. Interested in making some honest money?"
"Sure."

And so, welcome to the Black Gold bar. Your bartender for today...Bpen.
OOC-

Additonal Plot:
Interrogate Frigg about the location of his Guild.
The Mayor needs someone to deliver a message to Vault City. Jake wants to intercept the message and alter it.
The position for Sherrif is open.


http://bpen.topcities.com/cowlord.jpg
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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Sherrif, eh?

(ooc) Dutch's deeds thus far (in this town)
-Made buddies with Roger, owner or Roger's Bar.
-Found out the complete history of the Mine and the un-human inhabbitants down there.
-Here the Mayor talking to the old Sherrif.

I like Louis' idea of Inventory, so here we go

-Crowbar
-6 Stimpacs
-about $5,000
-Combat Armor (vest)
-TNT+timer (1)

(ic)
*after he's done hearing everything about the mine, he goes inside, he looks around the mine, he strolls inside and looks around for quite awhile, eventually he's walking along, and he hears a sound all too familiar too him, he cautiously picks up a sledge sitting on a mining cart, a wennabega suddenly leaps out, tentacles flailing, WHACK, the creature is slapped across it's greasy head by the huge sledge, it looses it's balance and falls, before it can stand it sustains another powerful WHACK killing it*

(since no one is down here, I don't want to go on forever)

*eventually after half a dozen wennabego's are killed, Dutch finally finds what he was looking for, the nest, he looks over the room, , he grabs a few eggs and than sets down his TNT, he sets the timer for one minute, than halls ass back to the surface, he sets the bag in the eggs under his bed, carefully* He decides to head out to The Black Gold, on his way over he's approached by Mayor DeCorta*

DeCorta- Hey, didn't I see you fight in New Reno?
Dutch- Most likely, but that was a while ago, I've hung my gloves up.
DeCorta- Really, I've seen your fighting skills, I also heard you've been weeding out the mines of those pesky damn Wennabego's.
Dutch- It's a personal thing, I hope I didn't cause any trouble.
DeCorta- Not at all, the foreman said it was very nice of you. Since we know you do good deeds, and your a hell of a fighter, maybe you'd like to be Sherrif here?
Dutch- I like to keep mobile and not get too attached, but I suppose I could take the part until you can get someone else, or until you find someone else.
DeCorta- Okay, you're hired. *he hands Dutch a badge* If you have any questions, ask me. Julius the Police Captain can help you out too, but he's a spineless bastard. I don't think we'll have that same problem with someone who actually FOUGHT Maxx Muscles in Reno. We've mostly got rifles at HQ, but you can talk to Darius or Regan and I'll make sure they give you a discount.

*With that Dutch shrugs, and procedes to the Police HQ where he settles himself in*

(ooc)

Thusly a plot recap- The Sherrif Position has been taken. Dutch might be in over his head, and this also might provide the perect oppurtunity to meet the others in the town.
 
RE: Sherrif, eh?

After a short trip to the bar and 3 bottles of beer, Louis went to the city hall. He was looking for France Gaps... an old friend who betrayed him and who sent the rangers against Louis.*
France was a short, elderly man with grey hair. He was a gangster and was involved in all kind of crime.

*OOC-(the uncompleted story from 'Old timer')

IC-In the city hall he asked for a kind of list of all citizens, who lived in the city. They told him that they had such a list, but most people visit harmony grounds only for a short time, so their name couldn't be found on that list. Louis took a look at the list, but France wasn't mentioned. They also told him that he should ask a Red Star merc, they knew the area quite well.

So he went to teh Red Star HQ. He met someone named Jake there.

"France Gaps? You know him?", asked Jake.
Louis-"Uh... yes."
Jake-"We believe that France Gaps is the head of the slaver guild, which terrorizes this area."
Louis-"Doesn't surprise me."
Jake-"Well as soon as we know where the slaver's basement is, we'll wipe them out and your friend France will be history."
Louis-"Fine. But I would prefer killing him myself."
Jake-"Oh, I thought he was your friend or some kind..."
Louis-"So, what are you going to do to find is basement?
Jake-"We got soem scum in the back room- one of Frances slavers and he's ... alive*"

*Thats frigg

Louis-"Listen, I got a plan:"
Lois describes what he wants to do. He wants to cheat Frigg and make him thinks that Louis is here to rescue him, so that Frigg will lead him to the Slaver Guild. Of course he needs some men to follow them unnoticed.
Jake- "Mmh, I doubt that this's gonna work... I'm sorry but I don't think that I'll help you with that - unless you got money to pay us."
Louis-"No I don't have any money..."
Jake-"Sorry, perhaps there's soemone else who could help you"

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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
RE: Sherrif, eh?

*Dutch settles himself in behind a nice large desk, he puts his feet up, than he looks in the over the facilities, checks a locker* Well I'll be... a FULL suit of *notices a little space on that reads "Police Chief"* Well than *after he suits up, and attaches his badge to the armor he looks in the locker some more, and finds a few stimpacs, he grabs them quickly* *after finding a baton, and a .44 magnum speed loading revolver, he decides he oughta earn his pay, and checks a large notepad, after he finds the right date he notices there's trouble everywhere* No wonder this job was so easy... well lesee.. *he grabs a credit, throws it in the air over flat screen on the desk (PIPboy like) and it lands on "Ghoul shooting" Dutch checks it out, and after reading over everything he goes to the cell and interveiws the man who shot the ghoul*

Dutch- Are you supposed to have a 10milimeter sub machine gun at your disposal sir?
Guy- Uh, well you see, I live by ghoul's and muties, you do the math, I don't want them beating me or poluting me.
Dutch- Maybe THEY don't want you shoothing them?
Guy- Well, yeah but, you see, he crossed the property line, and uh... he was acting suspicious! That's it, he was acting suspicious.
Dutch- Oh, was he? I sure hate it when people take walks, it's VERY suspicious of them. According to my report he was trying to get home from the bar.
Guy- Yeah, so he was drunk, a drunk ghoul wandering around my yard.
Dutch- What if you saw me drunk walking through your yard innocently, would you shoot me?
Guy- Uh, no.
Dutch- Yeah, that's all I need to hear. With any luck with the Mayor you won't be kicked out of the town.

*on that note Dutch fills out some more of the unfinished report, noticing the Coroner's report which is as follows:
Ghoul-Jake-6'4-134 pounds-shot 24 times with 10 milimeter sub machine gun*

*Dutch hmmms* 24 times, just tresspassing and he was shot 24 times, this is one f-cked up dude... *writes in big letters under punishment "Expelltion"*

That was easy enough, lesee here, now we go to *looks over the data* "Slaver problems" I see.


(ooc)

Sorry for such a long post, I left the last part there in italics because Louis seems to be entagled with the slaver problems, it'd be pretty cool if he was busting them at the same time I was, or he goes in there and whipes 'em out, and I get in there.
 
RE: Sherrif, eh?

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-26-01 AT 02:18AM (GMT)[p]OOC-Great work, guys!

IC-
Bpen sighed as the bar filled up. He'd never seen such a scene of chaos before. There was a man in the corner, a wiry splint of a man whos' trying to pick a fight with a...Super-mutant?!! The hell? And the mutant's actually cowering!!

Man: Get yer asrse off before I kick it out m'self.

Mutant: Me do! *runs out the door*

Bpen: This is..interesting.. *walks over to the man*

Man: Yah?

Bpen: Who are you, sir?

Man:You're new around here, aint'cha?

Bpen: Yes. I'v-

Man: Jake hired for bartendering this place, has he??

Bpen: Thats-

Man: Good. *chuckles evilly*

Bpen: Uh..how did you do that? The thing with the super-mutant, I mean.

Man: I don't share my secrets with de enemy. *snorts and leaves the bar*

Bpen: *looks confused*

Bpen: *turns to the nearest bar patron* Who was that?

Guy: Someone you won't want to cross. That's Jamarra..and he's got his handle on everything in this town.
*takes a sip of his drink*
The only thing he hasn't got is this bar... I'd watch out if I were you.

Bpen: Why so?

Guy: He and Jake work at opposite ends.

Bpen: Hm...

Bpen goes back to the counter and polishes mugs with a thoughtful look on his face. What was on with this town, anyway? Maybe it was time to find out..

Two hours later, he closes the Black Gold bar. He changes his white Brothrhood robes for normal brown and black clothes he found in Jake's dresser.

OOC-
He has these things on him.

2 Molotov Cocktails
1 jerry-rigged laser pistol. contains twelve shots
24 small energy cell charges

IC-
He walks down the dimly-lit street towards the center of the town. He felt like a little judicious sneaking into their library was in order. By what he'd overheard in the bar, the police and internal security precautions were practically nonexistent.

OOC-has anybody noticed that there are starting to be more NPC in this game than actual players?!!

Okay..NPC info.
Jammara is the (hidden) head of the Slaver's Guild. To all intents and purposes, however, he's just another trader.

What he will try to do:
Hire someone to kill Jake.

http://bpen.topcities.com/bplogo.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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RE: Sherrif, eh?

*as everything goes down between the muttie and Jammara, the stranger in the back watches as he sips his beer, he slowly stands up and exits before the bartender shuts the place down, and half sighs as result of the whiskey*

*he overhears the entire situation with Jammara and Bpen, while BPen is walking down the street Scorch catches up with him*


Scorch- You intend on doing something about that slaver?
BPen-(fill in blank here)

(ooc) I've noticed this is well developed. There are a lot of NPC's and they definatly outnumber us, but they should as they do in Fallout. The only real problem with the number of NPC's is all the names to remember.
 
RE: Sherrif, eh? (ooc)

The NPC's are a great touch, also as I see it looks like just about everyone is looking at the Slaver's guild, and it looks like our first battle is coming up I just hope that you guys fight as well as you role play other things thus far. I used to come around way back when as "Aerakade" but everyone had Adv. Power MKII and killed twenty guys in one shot. Well, not everyone, but there were a few people that stuck in through the threads and ruined it for me. Thusly I quitted, so I'm hoping we keep Fallout's realism and take some damage, and deal out some damage.




Er, god bless or something.
 
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