[b][color=00aeef]Alaskan Federation[/color]
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As North held the menu between his fingers he watched the young leader Marie cause the water in a glass to halt all motion, his reaction probably isn’t what she expected as he seemed more interested than surprised. “You too have been given powers?” He questioned setting down the menu and  folding his hands. “I’ve seen others, I have two Rangers that have shown extraordinary gifts, Jonathan the Mad Titan, able to project himself larger than a bear and then some. Thankfully he does not physically grow less our Vault would get a skylight. Another seems to shoot lightning. Thought no one outside of home had powers, there are others who claim abilities of course.”
 
North pulled out a leather flask. “But yes, declaring war. Bold indeed. I do not know what may drive them to such extremes it is sad to see out lower 48 brothers slay one another.” Hold out the flask towards Marie North continued. “Would you like some, it’s Blue Haven mead. Alcohol content is quite low as it’s meant as a nutritious drink.”
 
Pulling his flask back and pouring himself a glass he spoke again. “Your Missionaries would be welcome to venture to Alaska, though I cannot fully guarantee their safety. Roads are dangerous and paved with many creatures, even the plants wish to kill you.” Tugging at a chain with a ruby shaped eerily like a finger around his neck he showed it to the young leader. “What would you think this gem is? Ruby? One would certainly think, but no. This was once bone, a true human finger. There is a plant called the Crimson Death, that attaches to a host and converts their body into food. The crystallization of bone is a byproduct of this, should you send men up north stay exclusively to the main towns unless you procure an experienced guide. As for Wendigos be glad no such creature exists this far. They are mean violent beasts. Killing simply because they do not like you.” Placing his hands over his ears and making antlers from his fingers. “They’ll impale, spear and gore any who cross them.”
 
Meanwhile in the Tops a woman built like a walking tank stumbled around the tables. She was strong, agile and incredibly intoxicated. Yet what would take down a normal woman her size only made her rather dizzy. As she moved from room to room with a vodka bottle in hand and breath drenched in booze she fell upon a certain conversation with a few groups. Little did she know just who these men were only that they talked of peace and she felt like plopping down at their table out of sheer boredom. 
 
“Gentl.. Hic. Gentlemen. Oh. May have had too much already your drinks are strong indeed, like the Mountain! May you be delegates of some kind? I am. Am. Bearhorn, er hm hic. Victoria first. I guard the Alaskan Delegate, and oh. And represent the largest allied Raider Guild within the state. We keep peace too. Through war yeah!” Victoria said as she clenched a fist into the air. “North is good lawman, he too brings peace.” Grabbing a chair she fell into it. As her leather armor pulled and stretched. “Hold on, I need a glass of water. Good to meet you all yeah.”