Ash and DUST: A Fallout Post-New Vegas Quest
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[X] Duck behind the counters using them as a shield. By the time he tries to reload, you can attack him with your scythe.
-[X] Because he might have some good stuff here. I'm going to need it if I'm going to survive.
Better to save our ammo for when we really need it I think
-[X] Because he might have some good stuff here. I'm going to need it if I'm going to survive.
Better to save our ammo for when we really need it I think
Alright
10 (CHA) + 4 (Speech) = 14
Could someone roll 2d20s?
According to the Vigor Tester, you're right. Now, let's put that to the test.
10 (CHA) + 4 (Speech) = 14
Could someone roll 2d20s?
You slowly lower your gun, and place it on a store shelf, keeping your hands visible to the khan. You give him your best reassuring smile.
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just trying to get out of the sun for a minute" You say. "Now, I know there's a lot of crazies out there, but I'm still sane. And it looks like you are too. How about we put our guns down and pretend we're civalized people for a while."
The khan looks at you for a moment, as if trying to judge you. You keep an eye on his trigger finger, watching for the slightest twitch. If he tries to pull the trigger...
Eventually, he starts to crack a smile. "I haven't been civilized a day in my life. But yeah, you can stay here for a bit" He lowers his weapon. "Name's Zack. What about you?"
"William" You answer. "So, what are you doiing in an old gift shop?"
"Well, Jim and I were supposed to be headed to Searchlight" He says. "But Jim took all the food and I don't think he's coming back" Zack sighs. For his sake he'd better be dead by the time I find him."
"Searchlight..." You say. "That's an old NCR base. Heard they moved back there" You say. "I'd stay away from there unless you had a deathwish. Or a serious grudge, which, I understand" You say
Zack chuckles. "You know, as much as I'd like to plug a few NCR, that's not why I'm headed there. You see, there's an old airfield over there. And I heard there might be a working plane"
"And you're thinking that's gonna be your ticket out of here?" You ask.
"Yeah. Oscar said that pre-war planes had this thing, you just press a button and it'll take you where you wanted to go. If I got there, I'm heading east, out of this hellhole."
"Heh, well if you manage to get it working, I hope you save me a seat. I wouldn't exactly say "no" to a ticket out of here." You say.
Zach's smile falls. "No offense, but the last two guys that weren't part of the Khans I rolled with fucked me over. I am not taking chances with a third. If you wanna fly outta here, you gotta find your own plane"
"Hey, couldn't hurt to ask" You say with a wry smile. But inside, you can feel an anger boiling inside.
"So, who are you? What's your story" Zach asks.
"Name's William." You say. "Heard that there's a settlement west of here. Someplace safe. I was gonna lay low in here while I find a way to get around the cazadors"
"Heh, well good luck with that" Zach says. "There's a lot of things around here that'll make you lunch. The lake bed might be safer, though. Someone mined the lake bed to hell. Actually took the time to bury them, if you can believe that" He says in a joking tone.
"How the FUCK is that safer?" You ask incredulously.
"Yeah, you'll be safe from being eaten alive. Those mines will kill ya quick. Unless they don't." He lets out a laugh. "But seriously man, good luck either way. You're gonna need it"
"Looks like we both will" You say. "Anyway, you mentioned other Khans. Are they still around? Or..." You keep talking for a few minutes. Zack talks about growing up in the Mojave and the tales of the Khans before him. You tell him some stories about your time surviving. About surviving in Goodsprings until an outbreak of the Blue Flu. About how you stayed with some holdouts of The Followers out west. Eventually, you and Zach get into a rapport and you...
[] Try to get him to let his guard down so you can kill him. (CHA + Melee/Small Guns/Unarmed) (- Sanity)
[] Ask him to split his supplies. (CHA + Speech)
[] Offer to trade him your beer for some water. (CHA + Barter)
[] You just talk before parting ways. (+ Sanity)
[] (Write in)
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You also need to figure out where you're going to go from here. You could double back, try to get past the deathclaws and cazadors. Or, you could take your chances trying to go through Lake Mead. The mines may have taken care of any local animals, but if there's mines still left, then they could easily take care of you.
[] Try to find another way around the cazadors.
[] Take your chances go through the Lake Mead bed.
[] (Write in)
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just trying to get out of the sun for a minute" You say. "Now, I know there's a lot of crazies out there, but I'm still sane. And it looks like you are too. How about we put our guns down and pretend we're civalized people for a while."
The khan looks at you for a moment, as if trying to judge you. You keep an eye on his trigger finger, watching for the slightest twitch. If he tries to pull the trigger...
Eventually, he starts to crack a smile. "I haven't been civilized a day in my life. But yeah, you can stay here for a bit" He lowers his weapon. "Name's Zack. What about you?"
"William" You answer. "So, what are you doiing in an old gift shop?"
"Well, Jim and I were supposed to be headed to Searchlight" He says. "But Jim took all the food and I don't think he's coming back" Zack sighs. For his sake he'd better be dead by the time I find him."
"Searchlight..." You say. "That's an old NCR base. Heard they moved back there" You say. "I'd stay away from there unless you had a deathwish. Or a serious grudge, which, I understand" You say
Zack chuckles. "You know, as much as I'd like to plug a few NCR, that's not why I'm headed there. You see, there's an old airfield over there. And I heard there might be a working plane"
"And you're thinking that's gonna be your ticket out of here?" You ask.
"Yeah. Oscar said that pre-war planes had this thing, you just press a button and it'll take you where you wanted to go. If I got there, I'm heading east, out of this hellhole."
"Heh, well if you manage to get it working, I hope you save me a seat. I wouldn't exactly say "no" to a ticket out of here." You say.
Zach's smile falls. "No offense, but the last two guys that weren't part of the Khans I rolled with fucked me over. I am not taking chances with a third. If you wanna fly outta here, you gotta find your own plane"
"Hey, couldn't hurt to ask" You say with a wry smile. But inside, you can feel an anger boiling inside.
"So, who are you? What's your story" Zach asks.
"Name's William." You say. "Heard that there's a settlement west of here. Someplace safe. I was gonna lay low in here while I find a way to get around the cazadors"
"Heh, well good luck with that" Zach says. "There's a lot of things around here that'll make you lunch. The lake bed might be safer, though. Someone mined the lake bed to hell. Actually took the time to bury them, if you can believe that" He says in a joking tone.
"How the FUCK is that safer?" You ask incredulously.
"Yeah, you'll be safe from being eaten alive. Those mines will kill ya quick. Unless they don't." He lets out a laugh. "But seriously man, good luck either way. You're gonna need it"
"Looks like we both will" You say. "Anyway, you mentioned other Khans. Are they still around? Or..." You keep talking for a few minutes. Zack talks about growing up in the Mojave and the tales of the Khans before him. You tell him some stories about your time surviving. About surviving in Goodsprings until an outbreak of the Blue Flu. About how you stayed with some holdouts of The Followers out west. Eventually, you and Zach get into a rapport and you...
[] Try to get him to let his guard down so you can kill him. (CHA + Melee/Small Guns/Unarmed) (- Sanity)
[] Ask him to split his supplies. (CHA + Speech)
[] Offer to trade him your beer for some water. (CHA + Barter)
[] You just talk before parting ways. (+ Sanity)
[] (Write in)
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You also need to figure out where you're going to go from here. You could double back, try to get past the deathclaws and cazadors. Or, you could take your chances trying to go through Lake Mead. The mines may have taken care of any local animals, but if there's mines still left, then they could easily take care of you.
[] Try to find another way around the cazadors.
[] Take your chances go through the Lake Mead bed.
[] (Write in)
Oh wow we went way off course
When was the last time a Fallout protagonist went straight for the main quest?
[X] Offer to trade him your beer for some water. (CHA + Barter)
[X] Try to find another way around the cazadors.
I figure a trade is more likely to succeed then just asking him to give us stuff for free.
[X] Try to find another way around the cazadors.
I figure a trade is more likely to succeed then just asking him to give us stuff for free.
How do I roll for dice on here again?
Day 1: Part 3
You trade your bottle of beer for two bottles of water. As you take them, you wave your Pip-Boy over them. You listen for the trademark ticking of the Geiger Counter, but the noise doesn't come.
"Thank you. You say. I wish you luck in taking the plane" You say.
"No, thank you" Zack says, holding up the bottle of beer. I needed this for my nerves, anyway. Hope you make it to Understone."
You barely take 5 steps out of the shack before you down the first bottle as you make your way back west. It's warm, uncomfortibly so. But it'ss washing the dust out of your throat, so you aren't going to complain. You head further south than you were walking before. My a miricle, you manage to avoid most of the local wildlife.
Minutes turns into an hour as you walk. Occasionally, you see movements in the hills in the distance. A horn popping over a hilltop, the orange of a flapping wing. But you eventually stop seeing even that evidence of wildlife.But as you walk, a creeping sense of boredom reaches you.
Reaching for your Pip-Boy, you start tuning the radio. Frequency after frequency, you get nothing but static. Occasionally, you get the burst of a word, but you don't hear anything coherent until...
"To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hiiiiiiiiiiiiiip..."
Mojave Music Radio. No one ever knew where the music came from, where the station was, or why it was set up. There wasn't any DJ. There weren't any ads. Just a loop of songs that have been playing for more than half your lifetime.
The song was mostly drowned out by static. You barely heard the lyrics. Chances are, the antenna that transmitted the music was damaged some time in the past. But you're happy that you have some company in the wastes.
The hours tick on as you make your way back to where you came from and beyond. The desert seems to stretch on forever, until yo usee a shape in the distance. You hold up your pistol, in case it's an animal. If it is, it's either a threat or it's dinner. But as you aim at the shape, you see that it's unmoving. Creeping closer, you see that it isn't an animal, it's a human body, dead in the sand. You holster your gun as you approach the person.
It looks like the body was a man, maybe a little younger than you. He looks like he's another survivor. He doesn't look like a Raider, cultist, or cannibal, at least..Whoever this was, they were a meal for something else. Flesh and bone were clearly gnawed on. The bones sticking out of their mangled corpse snapped open with their marrow sucked out. A few feet away, is a beat up Varment Rifle. 5.56 casings form a line leading to the man.
"Huh, looks like your journey's ended here" You say to the dead man. "If there's a heaven, I hope they let you in. Lord knows you spent enough time in this hell."
You kneel down to start looting his body. Going through his pockets, you don't find anything. No bullets, no food.
"Wonder if you were looking for Understone too?" But something catches your eye in the ripped up sack of fabric that used to be a backpack. You see a bottle of wine, and the packaging of a pre-war salisbury steak. Pre-war food is slightly radioactive, but it's better than starvign to death.
As you reach for the pack, you hear three quick steps and then you feel something tackle you from the side. You don't know what's going on at first. Something's clawing at you, trying to bite you. You swing at the unknown assailant and swing at them as much as you can as you try to get your bearings.
Finally, you throw the creature off of you and get a good look at it. A few feet away, trying to get back on it's feet, is a ghoul. Looking like a zombie from old-world stories, it's rotted skin exposes muscles at times, with some softer tissues like their nose and ears having fallen off completely. It's eyes are milky white, with no inteligence or reasoning behind them. You can hardly believe that this was a person once. But they were. However, exposure to massive amounts of radiation turn some humans into these things instead of killing them. And while some mantain their faculties, creatures like the one snarling at you have gone completely feral. You can't reason with this thing. The only way out of this is to either run or fight.
[] Attack the feral.
- [] Charge it with your scythe
- [] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
- [] Try to fight it with your bare hands
[] Start running.
- [] Try to grab something from the corpse as you run. (What you recieve will be randomized) (AGI + 3)
[] Write in.
William Morrison
HP: 8/10
AP: 3/6
LP 9/10
Feral Ghoul
?/?
"Thank you. You say. I wish you luck in taking the plane" You say.
"No, thank you" Zack says, holding up the bottle of beer. I needed this for my nerves, anyway. Hope you make it to Understone."
You barely take 5 steps out of the shack before you down the first bottle as you make your way back west. It's warm, uncomfortibly so. But it'ss washing the dust out of your throat, so you aren't going to complain. You head further south than you were walking before. My a miricle, you manage to avoid most of the local wildlife.
Minutes turns into an hour as you walk. Occasionally, you see movements in the hills in the distance. A horn popping over a hilltop, the orange of a flapping wing. But you eventually stop seeing even that evidence of wildlife.But as you walk, a creeping sense of boredom reaches you.
Reaching for your Pip-Boy, you start tuning the radio. Frequency after frequency, you get nothing but static. Occasionally, you get the burst of a word, but you don't hear anything coherent until...
"To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hiiiiiiiiiiiiiip..."
Mojave Music Radio. No one ever knew where the music came from, where the station was, or why it was set up. There wasn't any DJ. There weren't any ads. Just a loop of songs that have been playing for more than half your lifetime.
The song was mostly drowned out by static. You barely heard the lyrics. Chances are, the antenna that transmitted the music was damaged some time in the past. But you're happy that you have some company in the wastes.
The hours tick on as you make your way back to where you came from and beyond. The desert seems to stretch on forever, until yo usee a shape in the distance. You hold up your pistol, in case it's an animal. If it is, it's either a threat or it's dinner. But as you aim at the shape, you see that it's unmoving. Creeping closer, you see that it isn't an animal, it's a human body, dead in the sand. You holster your gun as you approach the person.
It looks like the body was a man, maybe a little younger than you. He looks like he's another survivor. He doesn't look like a Raider, cultist, or cannibal, at least..Whoever this was, they were a meal for something else. Flesh and bone were clearly gnawed on. The bones sticking out of their mangled corpse snapped open with their marrow sucked out. A few feet away, is a beat up Varment Rifle. 5.56 casings form a line leading to the man.
"Huh, looks like your journey's ended here" You say to the dead man. "If there's a heaven, I hope they let you in. Lord knows you spent enough time in this hell."
You kneel down to start looting his body. Going through his pockets, you don't find anything. No bullets, no food.
"Wonder if you were looking for Understone too?" But something catches your eye in the ripped up sack of fabric that used to be a backpack. You see a bottle of wine, and the packaging of a pre-war salisbury steak. Pre-war food is slightly radioactive, but it's better than starvign to death.
As you reach for the pack, you hear three quick steps and then you feel something tackle you from the side. You don't know what's going on at first. Something's clawing at you, trying to bite you. You swing at the unknown assailant and swing at them as much as you can as you try to get your bearings.
Finally, you throw the creature off of you and get a good look at it. A few feet away, trying to get back on it's feet, is a ghoul. Looking like a zombie from old-world stories, it's rotted skin exposes muscles at times, with some softer tissues like their nose and ears having fallen off completely. It's eyes are milky white, with no inteligence or reasoning behind them. You can hardly believe that this was a person once. But they were. However, exposure to massive amounts of radiation turn some humans into these things instead of killing them. And while some mantain their faculties, creatures like the one snarling at you have gone completely feral. You can't reason with this thing. The only way out of this is to either run or fight.
[] Attack the feral.
- [] Charge it with your scythe
- [] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
- [] Try to fight it with your bare hands
[] Start running.
- [] Try to grab something from the corpse as you run. (What you recieve will be randomized) (AGI + 3)
[] Write in.
William Morrison
HP: 8/10
AP: 3/6
LP 9/10
Feral Ghoul
?/?
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Sorry, but you gotta have the proper perk, first, lol.
[x] Attack the feral.
- [x] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
- [x] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
[x] Attack the feral.
- [x] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
- [x] Shoot it with your 9mm revolver
Oh. Huh. Thought we had more for some reason.