Hi everyone... 
i was thinking about the wasteland and the many storys that happen there... and i thought that it would be nice to create one... i also want to give an idea :idea: ... what about if everyone hwo wants post his/her tale... the idea is to make a compilation of tales and put it into the web, so everyone hwo likes can read it... it will also be a good help for DM`s to meke random encounters or quests for the palyers 
... well is just an idea... tell me what you think.
Here´s a tale of my own, im sorry if my english is not to good i´m from Argentina and we speak spanish.
"Poet`s Cave"
Mark was 65, he never thought he could live so long, never a human had. And thats why he decided to go. Since he started writing and became a poet he listened storys about the "Poet`s cave".
The story was about a cave, where all the poets go to die, and as a last mark for the prosperity they write their last words on the wallls. Mark allways thought it was a legend until that day, when he foun it.
He spent all night awake thinking about what to write on the wall
and when the sun rised the words came to him... "The only thing that split us from beasts, is the fact that we can think and choose how we die".
- Now`s the time- He thought. Mark walked inside the cave, the first inscription said, "We are weak in knowledge", he thought -Why someone hwo spent all his life to archive and share his knowdlege whit other people, whould write something like that?... it`s stupid!- . He walked a few meters and a second inscription was in the wall, "we are just a jewel on a giant jewlery", Mark thought that this inscription mus be made by someone hwo, in the moment of death, must be found something new or somethin he doesn`t knew before that moment.
He walked abou 20 minutes without reading anything, when something surprised him, an iscription that said " We are just food for those more evolutioned than us"- What`s the meaning of that?- He didn`t stop to think about it to long but those words, "We are just food..." hit him like a bomb.
Two monts before a wolf bited his leg when he was asleep, he woke up and shot the animal, and for his surprise the wolf spoken
- Don`t fight it, soon or late you`ll be in my dinner.- Mark killed the talking beast whit s shot in he head but he never stopped thinking abuot those words...
He kept walking until the last inscription appeared, it said "Dont run, is usless"... he sacred, but he decided to stay. He saw a spraycan on the floor and started writing, but his falshlight started to blink so he finished in the dark. Whe he finished a voice said. -Are you sure?- Mark went speakless, the voice was strong but gentle, he aimed his 14mm pistol to the dark but a second voice, a womman`s said -Please low your weapon, we just want to speak.- Mark turned but nothing was there, only darkness. He said -Am I crazy?.-
- No, you are not crazy, buy please low your weapon.- Mark did, and in that moment a torch lighted. Mark found himself rounded by four deathclaws, he loked for his weapon but the oldest deathclaw took it before he could even try it.
-Please calm down, we just want you to understand- the old deathclaw said.
Mark closed his eyes and thought,-"Don`t run, is usless"... how right those words are- he opened his eyes and looked into the deathclaws eyes and said -Ok, let me see, you hunt the people hwo come here to die, you are beasts you are disgusting.-
The deathclaws watched each other and after a moment the oldest said
-We are not only beasts, beast can´t talk, learn or teach.-
-speaking dón´t make you human, and thres noting you can teach me!.- he shouted
-Then what mekes you human?.-
-Humans don´t hunt old people, humans dont eat other intelligent beings.-
-You really think intelligence is a matter of knowdlege?.-
-It is!, if you can´t understand what´s around you, you are a beast,and you four can´t understand how is it feels deciding where and how to die, you just decide hwo die and how, you are nothing but fucking animals.-
-Ok, i get your point, so killing makes you an animal?.-
-If theres no reason it does.-
-You use a gun, ahve you ever used it against someone or something?.-
-Only in self defense, only with animals that attacked me.-
-They attacked you for food, right?.-
-I gess.-
-So you just "gess" something and shot?.-
- Well... I....I...-
-You say that killing without a reason makes you a beast, and that speaking don´t makes you human,so whay you are?.-
Mark went wordless, he thought a long time, took the spraycan and wrote under his escription, "But when we choose how other creature die, we are nothing but beasts, and such as beasts, we are nothing but food for the stronger one".
-So you understood- the old deathclaw said.
-I did, now im ready.- Mark felt the strike, he looked his chest but there was no blood. Between the claw and his chest he felt something, his 14mm pistol. Mark took it, putted into his head and said. - Thanks for teaching me, old poet, now i know we are nothing but animals.-
He pulled the trigger.
THE END
Hope you liked it, and please send your tales to make the compliation.
Long life to the Brotherhood of Steel!!!
i was thinking about the wasteland and the many storys that happen there... and i thought that it would be nice to create one... i also want to give an idea :idea: ... what about if everyone hwo wants post his/her tale... the idea is to make a compilation of tales and put it into the web, so everyone hwo likes can read it... it will also be a good help for DM`s to meke random encounters or quests for the palyers ... well is just an idea... tell me what you think.Here´s a tale of my own, im sorry if my english is not to good i´m from Argentina and we speak spanish.
"Poet`s Cave"
Mark was 65, he never thought he could live so long, never a human had. And thats why he decided to go. Since he started writing and became a poet he listened storys about the "Poet`s cave".
The story was about a cave, where all the poets go to die, and as a last mark for the prosperity they write their last words on the wallls. Mark allways thought it was a legend until that day, when he foun it.
He spent all night awake thinking about what to write on the wall
and when the sun rised the words came to him... "The only thing that split us from beasts, is the fact that we can think and choose how we die".
- Now`s the time- He thought. Mark walked inside the cave, the first inscription said, "We are weak in knowledge", he thought -Why someone hwo spent all his life to archive and share his knowdlege whit other people, whould write something like that?... it`s stupid!- . He walked a few meters and a second inscription was in the wall, "we are just a jewel on a giant jewlery", Mark thought that this inscription mus be made by someone hwo, in the moment of death, must be found something new or somethin he doesn`t knew before that moment.
He walked abou 20 minutes without reading anything, when something surprised him, an iscription that said " We are just food for those more evolutioned than us"- What`s the meaning of that?- He didn`t stop to think about it to long but those words, "We are just food..." hit him like a bomb.
Two monts before a wolf bited his leg when he was asleep, he woke up and shot the animal, and for his surprise the wolf spoken
- Don`t fight it, soon or late you`ll be in my dinner.- Mark killed the talking beast whit s shot in he head but he never stopped thinking abuot those words...
He kept walking until the last inscription appeared, it said "Dont run, is usless"... he sacred, but he decided to stay. He saw a spraycan on the floor and started writing, but his falshlight started to blink so he finished in the dark. Whe he finished a voice said. -Are you sure?- Mark went speakless, the voice was strong but gentle, he aimed his 14mm pistol to the dark but a second voice, a womman`s said -Please low your weapon, we just want to speak.- Mark turned but nothing was there, only darkness. He said -Am I crazy?.-
- No, you are not crazy, buy please low your weapon.- Mark did, and in that moment a torch lighted. Mark found himself rounded by four deathclaws, he loked for his weapon but the oldest deathclaw took it before he could even try it.
-Please calm down, we just want you to understand- the old deathclaw said.
Mark closed his eyes and thought,-"Don`t run, is usless"... how right those words are- he opened his eyes and looked into the deathclaws eyes and said -Ok, let me see, you hunt the people hwo come here to die, you are beasts you are disgusting.-
The deathclaws watched each other and after a moment the oldest said
-We are not only beasts, beast can´t talk, learn or teach.-
-speaking dón´t make you human, and thres noting you can teach me!.- he shouted
-Then what mekes you human?.-
-Humans don´t hunt old people, humans dont eat other intelligent beings.-
-You really think intelligence is a matter of knowdlege?.-
-It is!, if you can´t understand what´s around you, you are a beast,and you four can´t understand how is it feels deciding where and how to die, you just decide hwo die and how, you are nothing but fucking animals.-
-Ok, i get your point, so killing makes you an animal?.-
-If theres no reason it does.-
-You use a gun, ahve you ever used it against someone or something?.-
-Only in self defense, only with animals that attacked me.-
-They attacked you for food, right?.-
-I gess.-
-So you just "gess" something and shot?.-
- Well... I....I...-
-You say that killing without a reason makes you a beast, and that speaking don´t makes you human,so whay you are?.-
Mark went wordless, he thought a long time, took the spraycan and wrote under his escription, "But when we choose how other creature die, we are nothing but beasts, and such as beasts, we are nothing but food for the stronger one".
-So you understood- the old deathclaw said.
-I did, now im ready.- Mark felt the strike, he looked his chest but there was no blood. Between the claw and his chest he felt something, his 14mm pistol. Mark took it, putted into his head and said. - Thanks for teaching me, old poet, now i know we are nothing but animals.-
He pulled the trigger.
THE END
Hope you liked it, and please send your tales to make the compliation.
Long life to the Brotherhood of Steel!!!
... well ì`ll be waiting for your tale 