QUEST MARKER FOUND: A TASTE OF BLISS
"I'm lookin' for some folks who have a thirst for the finest Pre-War cola ever made. Prospectors, perhaps, who'd like to pilfer through untouched goods. A trade baron's pet, even, to ensure no antique gets left behind. Shit, I'd take a souvenir junky as long as his aim's good.
What I need is a team, a small group of competent wastelanders who're willin' to work together to help clear out a strip mall that's infested with ghouls. I got some caps for your troubles, but the real reward is a Nuka Cola Quantum and whatever you find in Northpoint Plaza."
REWARDS: 175 CAPS, NUKA COLA QUANTUM, POTENTIAL TREASURE
United Southern Bank stood as a testament to Pre-War construction and its paranoid opulence. The ostentatious aesthetic— the regal stone façade, with carvings between each pillar, were only just beginning to crumble. The carvings of dashing lions, brave alligators, and pompous manatees could still be seen and traced, with only their noses and fangs and ears missing. Most importantly, United Southern Bank had a wonderful vantage point of Northpoint Plaza.
Separating plaza from bank was a large, sloping freeway, four lanes on each side with a swathe of green in-between. A few cars littered the area, one faded blue and two too destroyed to determine, but the large chunks of metal made for good cover nonetheless.
Roads in the wasteland were unsettling. They stretched on for miles in either direction, sometimes winding out of sight, but find yourself in the open and you're bound to be seen. For miles on each end of this little part of the wasteland, the roads were lined with trees— some mere deadened stalks while others were mutated monsters with foliage and flowers, an ecosystem in of themselves. But the true oddity was Northpoint Plaza.
It was obvious, after a glance, why Vinny Duleche needed help clearing it out. The mall was in fact a set of interconnected buildings, long and squat and no more than three stories, with large wings jutting out at either end. A few cars were scattered across the paved entrance, but the center held the remnants of an ancient fountain, caught in a swell of brackish green water. The fountain head stood like a beacon at half mast, flooded past the brim. The water, more than likely irradiated, crept towards the main entrances at either end.
It looked like getting in was going to be a logistic nightmare alone.
The bank, on the other hand, was eerily open and receptive. A handwritten sign was posted at the door that read: Third floor, got scopes on the mall and some hand drawn maps. — Vinny
There was movement beyond the threshold when Sachria moved through and she acted on instinct, the barrel of her rifle swooping low to track the movement out the corner of her eye. She moved to pull the trigger when a hairy beast came sniffing, nails clacking against the stone in a rush, but a pistol was shoved against her temple.
"Move the gun away from my fuckin' dog or I swear to god I'll put a bullet in ya right now, Happy Camper."
The last two words were said viciously, warningly. Sachria raised a brow and the barrel of her rifle in one go, curious. "So you know of us and you couldn't introduce yourself befittingly?" She swung her rifle onto her back and clicked it in place with a snap.
The hulking form beside her laughed dismissively but removed the metal from against her skin. There was an awkward grunt before the man motioned towards the stairwell leading upstairs. Sachria nodded, clicking on her flashlight module to guide her way through the debris. She was surprised when she noticed the effort put into pushing some of it aside, though something still tickled the back of her mind. This is too... easy.
Sachria grabbed her pistol when she entered the stairwell, careful with each step.
"Finished clearin' the downstairs as you were comin' through."
The hairs on the back of Sachria's neck raised. He was a quiet one, despite being so large.
As they neared the second landing Sachria nodded once, in understanding, and they both went separate ways. Not much care was taken to clean up the remnants of the past here, but it was at least devoid of ghouls.
"Well?" Sachria asked with slight trepidation, an anxious smile dancing on her lips. "Ready to see if this is all worth it?"
The man in front of her held out his hand which she shook with a happy smile.
Together they entered the third floor, a much smaller and open space. There were only two offices on this floor, as two giant windows dominated the space. As stated on the sign outside, there were two scopes set up in front of the windows, with maps and hastily scribbled notes sprawled across the table they rested upon. At the opposite end of the room were four easels, all with the same hasty written hand. The Importance of a Battle Buddy. Knowing When to Use a Stimpak. Have you considered using stealth? When to Run, an Autobiography.
The man of the hour was unfortunately in the corner of the room, obscured by a broken and de-pillowed couch, curled up in a sleeping bag and fast asleep. Before Sachria could even laugh, there was a box of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes being hurled towards the sleeping form.
"Getcha ass up, looks like there's more of us comin' now!"
Sachria followed the man to the window, keeping an eye on the groggy figured rising to consciousness.
"Hopefully we get quite a few. That malls fuckin' huge." Sachria said softly.
"Aye, I'll drink to that!"
Vinny stood behind them, half dressed, sporting a fine bedhead, and looking like he was absolutely dead to the world three minutes ago. Which, to be fair, he absolutely was.
"Names Vinny Duleche. Glad you could make it! I was up all night getting some stuff ready, but I'll talk about that once everyone's here. What can I call y'all?"
Sachria smiled and introduced herself first. "Happy Camper here! Deputy Sachria at your service."
"Misha."
"Oh, well it's nice to meet the both of you. I can't thank you enough for the help. And you as well," Vinny replied enthusiastically, nodding towards the door where someone else was making their way through.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: FIRST POST BUTTERFLIES
Hello everyone! Welcome to the first of many tales within Fallout: Requiem. Let's jump right in shall we?
You have three goals this posting round! First and foremost is the introduction of your character. Get a feel for them during this introductory phase— and feel free to keep your posts short and direct if you wish, to allow plenty back and forth communication IC. This will aide you in your second objective:
By the next posting round (Between April 19th and the 22nd) each character should have a "battle buddy." Ideally, everyone will be paired to another player, but if the cards fall uneven, Vin/Misha/Sachria can fill in. How your characters decide their battle buddies is up to you! Do they need extra protection? Or do they need support as a front liner? The choice is yours— but try and discover it IC!
Your third goal is to have your character reveal one item of note that they're interested in finding. Does it relate to a childhood memory? Or is it something your raider boss is hounding you for? Maybe it's medicine from the clinic on the third floor or mechanical parts from down in the basement.
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there are three items of note hidden within the bank. will you search them out? what will happen when you do?
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