[color=fff200]Joslyn Atoms [/color]

The morning was bright and clear by wasteland standards, Joslyn had just woken up in a hotel room as a man rolled over beside her. She looked over her shoulder and decided it was best to get up and leave before he too awoke. The settlement laid before her window a small town located on the foot of a mountain of skyscrapers that had long toppled over crumbling and rusting. A place called the Foothills, where law was nonexistent save a do good-er here and there. Joslyn had broken up a fight just last night over a lost bet between two gamblers. She preached the good news and to no surprise not a soul listened to her. Such was life in the wasteland.

But Joslyn had a goal, somewhere in these ruins was a Cult that took the young and scarified them to their god. And as a Templar of the Abby of the Road it was her job to put a stop to it. She had tied the laces to her boots as she took her gear in hand. Her shield in her left hand her laser scatter gun in the other. And the rest strapped to her back. The sleeping man  groaned as he turned over yet again but by the time he would awake Joslyn would be gone and he just a few caps less. 

The townspeople shambled as they moved about listlessly, they just tried to survive until the next day. Some who believed in the faith that the Abby preached saw Joslyn as a light shining in the Darkness, others saw her as just another disillusioned Cultist who spat nonsense. But Joslyn despite how hopeless it all looked faced the day head on. As she gathered information on this Local Cult.