[color=ed1c24][u][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/u][/color]- [color=00aeef]Mariner's Shack[/color]

"Brotherhood of what-now?" Longfellow chuckled. His laughs gradually morphed into a fit of coughing after which he regained himself and stared back up at the him,


Longfellow had obviously not heard of the Brotherhood, and by extension most of Far Harbor probably hadn’t, considering that Longfellow seemed like the de facto leader of Far Harbor. That was probably for the best.

"No stranger I ain't heard of a Brotherhood of Steel, or the Brotherhood of Iron or Wood. Or any other construction material for that matter. Sounds like mainlainder bullshit if you ask me," Longfellow took another swig from his flask. Despite his joke, he could tell that the man was serious however. And so he sighed, tucked his flask away, and started back at James with a curious look,

"Alright stranger I'll bite. Just what is 'The Brotherhood of Steel'?"


Before he could explain someone else had butted in. “A gang of Raiders LARPing as medieval knights.” the man chuckled. 

James turned around to try to correct the man, only to see that pristine Enclave officers hat. He stopped dead, staring at the man for three tense seconds before turning back around. An Enclave Officer? Here? But he also processed the jacket the stranger wore. Maybe he was simply a wastelander who bought the hat. The Brotherhood had problems with dangerous Enclave contraband in the hands of wastelanders for years after the war. A hat making it’s way this far north wasn’t unlikely. Still… he’d have to ask the stranger later.

He downed the rest of his whiskey shot. “Anyways.”, he started again after gathering his thoughts, summing up the best explanation he could for someone who’d lived in an isolated settlement their whole life. “the Brotherhood of Steel is a powerful military group south of here. I am, or was, a part of it. Armories full of flying vehicles, power armor, laser weapons. They try to keep dangerous technology out of people’s hands. They used to use their power to help people, but the current leader has made them more aggressive and self centered. I disagreed, wanted to follow the old way of helping the Wasteland, and was exiled here.”, he paused to decide what exactly he would say about the crashed vertibird. “Or at least, I was supposed to be exiled. Something hit our bird, and it crashed somewhere on the island. The Brotherhood might sned more people to check it out, but the gear in that vehicle could help defend your settlement against this cult. It should take them some time to figure out what happened anyways. I only need some helping fixing up something to track it’s location, and a group willing to help me get the gear.”, he sat back in the chair. “Now your turn. What’s the story of Far Harbor, and the cult threatening you?”