Andreyich

Fallout: Salvation

Credit to Assassin2B

Hi, I'm Andy. I've had my life change more in the last year than all the year prior combined but now I have some stability, I want to get back into some collaborative writing. I've GM'd and RP'd for years, and with recent news of the Fallout Amazon show I suddenly got a hankering for the setting. Thus my brainchild written over a few years but coalesced over the last week.

Fallout: Salvation

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>K: Elder I insist. The resources you are pouring into this? We could do something as bold as assassinate the NCR president with them.

>M: Then what you fucking moron? They rig up the war economy they didn't when fighting the Legion? This is happening.

>S: If I may, Sir. I understand seeking out aid. I am sure the great diaspora of the Brotherhood will come in our time of need. But, making a list of the dangers of the wasteland? You think that won't be taken advantage of? You know, we mention some military base as a repository of killer robots, and some bastard tries to unleash it?

>M: Okay. Let's say it is taken advantage of. The bad guys win. Exact same result as if we they were let run amok. Ingenious reasoning. Who made you Chief Scribe again? No, if we fail, we must hope others won't. We must hope that as our enemy rummaged through our remains, they may at least find wisdom. Besides, I don't want the rumours about Elijah to paint the world's memories of us.

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Premise

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Salvation is a Fallout RP set towards the end of the 23rd century after the events of FNV and FO4 but using inspiration from canceled or pseudo canon falliut material like FoTactics and Van Buren with an aesthetic and literary leaning to Fo1/2 and FNV.

The main plotline is that the Brotherhood of Steel in California is very obviously losing their war with the NCR. With every passing year the NCR's quantitative advantage increase, while their qualitative disadvantage decreases. With the war inevitably being a loss, the Brotherhood now needs a hail Mary, or to at least fulfill their mission of preventing existential technological threats to humanity - at the very least, cataloging them and dispersing them across the wasteland to ensure good intentioned souls can bring them down.

This is where you come in. Maybe not quite the best of the best but you are damn good at your job. A Paladin, a Scribe, a member of the Circle of Steel, and the many things those descriptors entail from soldier to scientist to spy. You are assembled in a team with one of the last vertibirds not yet gunned down by NCR air-defence with the aim of either finding something to save the Brotherhood, or to discover and potentially combat every single threat to humanity in the territory of the United States with what resources remain available to the BoS.

With the best inventory of the Brotherhood at your disposal, apart from the general description of your mission your team is given free reign to accomplish it as they see fit with simply one recommended path of inquiry to begin with. Establish contact with the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel and find out the truth of Father Elijah's alleged crimes., Subsequently and if possible, attempt to investigate the fate of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel as well as any other Chapters.

Some of you however, might get slipped a note under your pillows to investigate the Divide.

Your mission will be long and hard, all are expected to be ready to die. Transmitting your findings back to California will alert many threats to your location. You will have to scrounge and scavenge for fresh supplies, and make difficult choices on how best to accomplish your mission (should you choose to remain faithful to it).

Good luck. Ad Victoriam.

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Characters

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Your characters will be in the top of any performance reviews in the Brotherhood. Most will be old enough to have gained experience but not so old they start to lose their edge, thus with some exceptions people will be in their 30s. A variety of professions will be needed but Paladin or Scribe, you can be cool enough to be a jack of all trades (within your discipline). After all, only so many people can fit in a vertibird, so it's important to cover all bases.

To some degree, this expedition will also have some resemblance to the much larger Brotherhood expeditions of old. This is to say that many of the people involved will be the loudmouths, the naysayers, the rebels and malcontents and other problems for the leadership of the Brotherhood who they wish to get rid of in a productive way. Maybe you insisted too loudly on peace with the NCR, maybe to the inverse you were too much a hardliner of Brotherhood doctrine screaming how all these damn tribal recruits are all traitors deep down and just joined up for the regular meals and medicine.

It's not fun when characters always agree on everything, while trouble between people forced to share a VTOL aircraft for months on end is primo RP material.

Characters can and will die but I will probably consult players before killing them off. No more than 1 at a time to fit everyone into the aircraft. Will always accept new players but only at points logical to the story. DM me if you want something secret or the likes to ‘em.

Here is the character sheet.

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ID: full, include nicknames or aliases if you like, and add your rank/title and the likes too (Scribe, Paladin, what have you).
Biometrics: age, gender, physical description etc.
Psychometrics: personality, skills, etc. I like characters with spice but don't be TOO eccentric I don't want an outright crazy freak to wrangle.
Record: your life story. Some important things to include are whether you were born into the Brotherhood or recruited (if so, how and why?), formative experiences, most recent life.
Possessions & Misc.: Anything not included in the above, really.

I am not expecting some sort novel about just one person. But, please, give me enough to work with in planning encounters and the like. If you like you can write in what you want from them I.e. some sort of personal arc or character growth you want me to facilitate.

Also not necessary but nifty if some characters have interacted prior to the RP.

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Rules

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I mean like, don't break RPGuild rules, and don't be mean or annoying or dumb? I'm not going to write some list of commandments if you need a law book to tell you how to behave, then we won't do well together.

I'm a dad and stuff now so I understand life can easily eat your time but please don't sign up if you can't post more than once a month.

You don't need to be a lore nerd but be interested in the Fallout setting please.

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Lore & Q&A

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-Independent Vegas Victory, courier now rules as something of a merchant prince.
-The BoS aren't nice people, especially to supermutants and ghouls. At RP start you cannot play as either.
More to be added with player questions.

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I hope you are all like this. I intend to keep this RP active as long as I am alive and there are players interested, I'm in it for the long run baby.

Excited to hear of any interest and I am happy to answer any and all questions you might have.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

Happy new year. I can take one or two stories rn

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

The daring, glaring, and flaring sword,
Shone and it clanged, sparks from it soared.
Quaking and shaking, earth's core was gored,
Wonder and thunder, above and below roared.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

To look upon all that was, is, will be.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

I fucking love Rembrandt, if you don't like his art don't even message me you're not human

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

got covid and feeling deathly ill, but boredom is what i need remedy from most

All of the lonely nights
Waiting for you to come
Longing to hold you tight
I need you so desperately
Waiting for you to come
Bringing your love to me

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

So due to my employment and other IRL reasons I can probably post about once a month give or take right now, but still interested in grabbing some stories. If we have some unfinished story from the past there's a good chance I would be interested in resuming it.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

Woah, he's literally me.........

Very busy with stuff IRL rn but lookin for one or two people.

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

Damn

Precipice Of War: The Reboot of a Reboot

The sacrifice of Captain Abdulmecid would be an epic of Turkish folklore for decades to come; reprinted in books, novellas, film and radio shows, though the full truth of the matter would lie only in a single folder within a dusty archive off limits to the public. It would be on the last day of August that what many would consider the last true successful bayonet charge in history would happen. His company, out of munitions, food, and radio contact, would charge uphill into the defended position of the Armenian aggressor. His company was largely cut down with combined arms from machine guns to grenades, yet enough men passed through the barbed wire, such that the Transcaucasian post was decimated. Well, or so the Turkish correspondents given the seen relayed. Abdulmecid was the only one who’s feet passed the barbed wire, but it was true that his saber did bring down one of the foe. Coincidentally, it was the only foe that the charge had slain. Yet, revenge was had in the night.

The Mountaineer platoon had stumbled onto the corpses of their comrades in the night, marking them down for burial with full honours later. But work had to be done first. The barbed wire was clipped and carefully removed, not the slightest of steel jingling coming from the action. The Mountaineer platoon would spend entire hours crawling ever so quietly to the different posts of the sentries, but all would come to the same conclusion of strangling their targets with garrottes. This similarly was not done without forethought, for it was done just after the changing of the guard, ensuring that the rows of men sleeping peacefully in barracks were helpless against the slaughter to come. As rows of men were brought to the blade, eventually a slip happened as a man woke from a call of nature. He exclaimed as any would upon the sight of an invader carving the trachea of his comrades, a factor that lead to the flight of the Turkish special forces from the building. As panicked screams emanated from within, the Turks closed the doors of the building, gusts of fire licking the sides of the building as a burst from the flamethrower operator came. Some men struck upon the doors with fire axes, but bursts of bullets came through the wood of the door to bring down the men attempting the escape. More wise men tried to find windows to escape through, but these similarly only lead to the embrace of more Turkish warriors.

Men in adjacent barracks, convinced of a far larger assault than truly was taking places sprinted out with hands upraised upon multi-lingual cry to surrender rather than the doomed efforts to fight back that they had briefly witnessed from short exchanges at the nearby building; it was far more difficult to fire at someone in the dark, than it is to fire upon someone illuminated by the pyre their building has become.

Rather unceremoniously, these men were marched at gunpoint down the hill and towards the camps of the Turks.

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The camp they were brought to was a rather small affair, for it was only for temporary holding and direction of different prisoners. Profiling was done of each man for their ethnicity, religion, ideological motivations, and the severity of their conviction in them. The Azeris were made to take interviews describing how they were forced at gunpoint to fight for the oppressive and tyrannical regime of Transcaucasia, and offered citizenship in Turkey where they would find freedom even if the government occupying their home threatened their families. The Azeris that did not agree that all of these things were true, also happened to have succumbed to their injuries on the brief march. Not too dissimilar was treatment of Russians, Persians, and Georgians. All told (or at least, were made to tell) stories of how they did not want to fight the Turk liberating them from their oppressors, and how though they have had historical differences they all appreciated the unity of peoples against sadism of the bloody red banner. They were given Turkish diplomatic passports, such that they could be handed over to respective governments within Iran and the vaguely functional parts of the Russian Empire. The Armenians? Well, some certainly were put before cameras, dictaphones and typewriters to record the fact that the Turkish Republic was coming with peace and muse in arms. However, just as many were left in ditches or pushed down ravines after complicity in the Transcaucasian communist party was discovered. But perhaps the most sinister treatment was given to foreign volunteers. There were single digits from all across the globe, but having not been recognized as legitimate combatants there were not found under any protections of law international or Turkish. It is thus mass graves rather far from the mountains would be dug, where archaeologists would one day discover peculiar specimens of biped without heads.

Though heroic, the sacrifice of Abdulmecid would yield a change in localized doctrine. Most infantry would henceforth cease offensive operations, simply defending positions - namely those bearing artillery that was so crucial to the operations. Offensive operations to break through and take territory would now only be done by special forces.

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Within the South front, things were surprisingly to the inverse. Though the area of combat was far wider, far less territory passed hands as both sides grew wary of the other’s abilities. While for the most part the Turkish side hardly cared about losses to the civilian population of the Kurds and Arabs, they nevertheless would not shell villages and tribal bands for the simple concern of intensifying resistance to them, especially amongst the tribes and communities largely neutral in the conflict for the moment. Gradually, the concern of the Southern vultures was replaced by that of the enemy within. Though the varied socialist movements within Turkey did not bare particularly great popularity, the (relatively, on the global stage) open press and democracy had allowed for the student movements and other bearers of such ideology unhindered ability to disrupt the state. Though such men and women were often beaten by nationalists of all sorts without even necessitating the intervention of police, they were nevertheless able to block many critical roads and otherwise interfere with institutions in protest of the war that was seen as a mere step before a crackdown upon them directly.

The war of course, was not the sole reason for their protest. Though the early years of the Turkish Republic could have easily have been described as under a social democrat’s economic policy, many ideas taken from Frunze and the other influence of the North that came during the Turkish revolution and shortly after. However, though the geopolitics of the Republic have largely remained motivated purely be realpolitik, the hostility of the European internationale had lead to Turkish interest in greater autarky, but also distanced integration with broad economic institutions not standing against the birthright of the Turkic people.
Engineers from abroad were lured with promises of grand wages, for the oil fields that Turkey held had to be exploited for more than their mere value in export of their black gold. The native intellectual caste that would typical work upon this, certainly felt the pressure as their failure to help advance some sort of industry out of the oil fields was finally noted on all stages.

Thus, even as bullets flied in the Caucasian mountains and the deserts of the Levant heard the whistling of bombs, refineries began to be erected across the Turkish republic as the first stage of the economic plan to revitalize Turkey’s income streams; though the eye of potential competitors was to be averted for now, many even now would be able to predict that soon the republic of the crescent moon would be selling plastics made within its borders.