The Web of Fear: A Fallout Game

Nobody126 · Sep 5, 2018

Ahigin said:
From Beastie Boys
To Atlantic Trading Market
Who much ammo do we get for a Fusion Core?

Ammunition is currently a scarce commodity, and thus very valuable. Additionally we have no need for a fusion core ourselves. We shall ask around and see if there is a buyer for a fusion core; if there is, then we shall reconsider and give you an exchange rate. Unless we find an appropriate buyer, perhaps you can offer a commodity that we are in need of?

OOC Note: You are in NYC. Due to the distance involved, and the unexplored hazardous wastes between the NYC and Philadelphia Metro areas, you would be responsible for the transport to and from. This will change once we establish a secure trading route in the near to medium future.

Ahigin · Sep 6, 2018

Nobody126 said:
OOC Note: You are in NYC. Due to the distance involved, and the unexplored hazardous wastes between the NYC and Philadelphia Metro areas, you would be responsible for the transport to and from. This will change once we establish a secure trading route in the near to medium future.

You're right. Disregard the question above.

Nobody126 · Sep 10, 2018

2161 Demographics as Known by Merchants

Total Known Population (Including Slaves): 35,958
Total Known Player Population (Including Slaves): 15,036
Total Known NPC Population (Including Slaves): 20,922
Total Food Produced Every Summer (PCs only): 21,960
Total Food Produced Every Winter (PCs only): 7,260
Total Energy Produced Every Six Months (PCs only): 42

Largest Factions (Population)

1. Troy (3120, North New Jersey)
2. The Skylanders (1215, North New Jersey)
3. Shepaug Damn Survivors (1145, Connecticut)
4. Big Iron (1110, Manhattan)
5. Vault 314 (973, North New Jersey)

Most Slaves

1. Troy (1320, North New Jersey)
2. Big Iron (760, Manhattan)
3. Kings and Queens (550, Philadelphia)
4. Brotherhood of the Undead (535, Connecticut)
5. Atlantic Maritime League (385, Philadelphia)

Most Food Per Year

1. Vault 77 (4700, Philadelphia)
2. The Daughters (3070, New York)
3. Atlantic Maritime League (2900, Philadelphia)
4. Vault 350 (2000, Connecticut)
5. Sanctuary Guard (1700, Manhattan)

Most Skilled Militaries

1. The Point (7, New York)
2. PLA Naval Air Base New York City (6, Manhattan)
3. Poxxy's Chem Dogs (5, Philadelphia)
4. Sons of Hope (5, North New Jersey)
5. Julliard Drama School (5, Manhattan)

Ahigin · Sep 11, 2018

Nobody126 said:
2161 Demographics as Known by Merchants

Total Known Population (Including Slaves): 35,958
Total Known Player Population (Including Slaves): 15,036
Total Known NPC Population (Including Slaves): 20,922
Total Food Produced Every Summer (PCs only): 21,960
Total Food Produced Every Winter (PCs only): 7,260
Total Energy Produced Every Six Months (PCs only): 42

Largest Factions (Population)

1. Troy (3120, North New Jersey)
2. The Skylanders (1215, North New Jersey)
3. Shepaug Damn Survivors (1145, Connecticut)
4. Big Iron (1110, Manhattan)
5. Vault 314 (973, North New Jersey)

Most Slaves

1. Troy (1320, North New Jersey)
2. Big Iron (760, Manhattan)
3. Kings and Queens (550, Philadelphia)
4. Brotherhood of the Undead (535, Connecticut)
5. Atlantic Maritime League (385, Philadelphia)

Most Food Per Year

1. Vault 77 (4700, Philadelphia)
2. The Daughters (3070, New York)
3. Atlantic Maritime League (2900, Philadelphia)
4. Vault 350 (2000, Connecticut)
5. Sanctuary Guard (1700, Manhattan)

Most Skilled Militaries

1. The Point (7, New York)
2. PLA Naval Air Base New York City (6, Manhattan)
3. Poxxy's Chem Dogs (5, Philadelphia)
4. Sons of Hope (5, North New Jersey)
5. Julliard Drama School (5, Manhattan)

Most ill (and are rhymin' and stealin')

1. Beastie Boys

gay_Aleks · Sep 11, 2018

Orders:

Continue scrapping the area around Hoboken, once more, 300 people scrapping it, and 50 more assisted by the Mr. Handies to seek out any tech parts in the area. This group should also seek out any Precision Tools, if possible at all.

Secondly, a Forge will be built to create basic melee weapons to conserve our precious ammunition.

Thirdly, in response to the ghouls coming out of the PATH terminal, we should send an investigative party, armed with 30 lasers and 30 leather armours. Not only that the feral glowing ghouls are a cause for concern, but furthermore, the fact that it leads into Lower Manhattan, if intact, could prove to be a blessing, but also a potential security concern. Therefore, it is imperative that we discover its current status. Not to mention there could be other inhabitants of it - perhaps other non-feral ghouls, or even, humans?

SouthernKing · Sep 13, 2018

Update 4: The Wall of Lies
Winter 2161-62
84.5 Years after the War

Valley Forge

At last, the raider disputes in the Valley Forge region have erupted into full-scale war. The alliance between King and Queen and Chem Dog was welded tight once again to counterattack the Vault-Dwellers with fearsome savagery and furious anger. The ensuing Valley Forge War bore surprising similarities to a Sherlockian chess match--if the white pieces were Vault-Dwellers moving through an alien board on patriotism and instinct, and the black pieces a motley crew of raiders on chems, and the turn clock was about six months.

First, the Vault-Dwellers tactically left the King of Prussia behind, taking everything of value with them. This left the fortress unguarded, when the main raider force arrived with an intricate and elaborate plan and a great deal of firepower for taking back their own fortress--only to find that most of it was unnecessary. The fortress was taken back effortlessly, without even a drop of bloodshed.

Meanwhile, the several hundred Vault-Dwellers all combined together into a desperate force, complete with the elephants--and marched upon Mount Joy. In yet another stroke of luck, this place, too, had been emptied, its defenders nowhere to be found, and everything of value had been moved onto the road.

However, the reason Mount Joy had been empty soon became very apparent. A large, chem-laden attack force soon faced up against the sparse defenders of the Vault. They fought valiantly, but were whittled down. At the critical point, the remnants ushered as many animals as they could back inside and sealed the door. The final straw was a sequence of suicide bombers, sent by the Chem Dogs, who attempted to break through the defenders. They didn’t breach the door--but, it seems, they have managed to jam the mechanism shut.

The Kings and Queens cut their losses, corralled some of the remaining animals, and returned to King of Prussia.

Through the sheer audacity of the Vault-Dwellers, the Valley Forge War appears far from over.

Kings and Queens

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Poxxy’s Chem Dogs

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Vault 77

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Misc. Southeast Pennsylvania and Delaware Valley

Armstrong Gals

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Atlantic Maritime League

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Winter brought a major bounty for the League, as they traded their fusion core to the Church of the Children of Atom for an impressive price; thousands of man-years worth of scrap and a heap of tech parts. These resources were put into a significant buildup on Fort Delaware.

One expedition crossed the Delaware Memorial Bridge into New Jersey. On the eastern edge of the bridge, the League explorers came across a little, huddled swamp town calling itself Deepwater. The people here, most of whom looked utterly shell-shocked warned against going any further, and that Paulsboro had been destroyed; the explorers ignored them. As the League quickly found out, they had crossed into piney country. All signs of human habitation in the area had been erased by the green-coloured, zombie-like pineys, crawling across the landscape as far as the eye could see. The sight frightened the explorers and caused, although none were killed, and ultimately they turned back.

Another expedition trod west into Delaware. In Brookside, they came upon a welcoming, but very destitute-looking settlement, who explained they had originally lived in Newark, on the campus of the University of Delaware, but that they had been forced out by a tribe of horseback warriors called the North Stars. The expedition chose to return back instead of attempting to engage.

Yet another expedition was sent south, following the route of US 13 south, in the direction of Dover. They reached the town of Odessa, which turned out to be under the control of cult-like raiders called Cantwell’s Angels--many of whom had heard of the fate of the Halflings of New Castle at the hands of the League. The Angels had the surrounding area monitored, and pounced before the expedition could avoid them. The expedition were little match for the organised and heavily armed Cantwell’s Angels. Most of the League explorers were killed, and the remnants fled back north.

Stats Changes:
+5 Humans (Fort Delaware, Immigration)
+5 Human Slaves (Anchorage Memorial, Natural Growth), +5 Humans (Anchorage Memorial, Immigration)
+870 Scrap; +2 Tech Parts (Scavenging)
-70 Ammunition (Expedition New Jersey)
-35 Humans, -35 Leather Armour, -35 LT Melee (Expedition Delaware)
-30 Humans, -15 LT Melee, -5 LT Ranged, -10 2H Guns, -20 Ammunition, -20 Leather Armour, -10 Improvised Explosives, -2 Canoes ([redacted])

Challenge: With the trade, however, have come Church missionaries, set out to spread their message. It is pure silliness--who would worship atoms? The answer, it seems, is the indentured. In an astoundingly short period of time, the Church of Atom’s teachings have spread like wildfire amongst the slaves of Memorial Anchorage. When the Church missionaries were confronted, they denied fervently they had any goal of incitement, and were in fact preaching peace. What should we do?

Order of the Holy Wound

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For the Order, it was a winter of more exploration. First and foremost was the joint party with Roscoe’s Horde that was sent to Princeton. The party avoided Lawrenceville and US 206, instead taking a more roundabout path through Pennington and Mount Rose, which were both deserted. At the Woodfield Reservation, they sighted yaoguai roaming the nearby hills, but they did not attack.

Some members of the Order expected to find more mysterious pyramids or odd languages in Princeton; instead, they found just large doses of radiation. A group of ghouls from both factions was sent into the centre--and, indeed, found a thriving urban community upon and in the bowels of the old university campus. The radiation, it seemed, had been caused by a laboratory experiment gone horribly wrong, creating a protective shroud about Princeton and ghoulifying much of the university’s students and faculty. It was safe for ghouls to live in the centre, but no smoothskins could get in.

This was Leng, the city of the dead. Leng had impressively advanced technology worth of the rumours the Order had heard of Vault-Tec itself: energy weapons, multiple operational fusion reactors, food generators, and much more. Indeed, some of the ghouls from the Order chose to remain behind, impressed, although Leng judged the Order to be peaceful, and the others returned with some gifts from the Megisthanes of Leng in hand.

Curiously, Princeton Art Museum lay at the very edge of Leng, enough that the building was explored. It was intact, but strangely, everything of value appeared to have been carried away--and certainly not by Leng, who claimed little knowledge of the situation. There were, however, signs of a struggle instead: broken glass and debris around once-exhibits. They found strange eyes here, too, but not just eyes. They found markings in a strange language: tightly woven glyphs from sharply angled lines and deep triangles.

A second expedition was sent north to a police station, which was abandoned; the area had been already searched by some unknown party, but the order did find some weapons. A third expedition was sent south, along the riverside south through Trenton to the Mercer power station, and they vanished without a trace.

The Order also set themselves up as a hub for the Mercer County region, building both an inn and a clinic.

Stats Changes:
+5 Humans (Natural Growth), +10 Ghouls (Immigration)
-10 Ghouls, +Intact Computers (Princeton)
-30 Humans, -30 1H Guns (Expedition disappearance)
-8 Tech Parts, +400 Scrap Parts (Trade)
+20 Laser Weapons, +100 Ammunition (NJSP HQ)
+450 Scrap Parts (Salvaging), +35 Scrap Parts (Mr Handies)

Challenge: The discovery of Leng appears to have caused a schism in Roscoe’s Horde. Some members of the Horde wish to migrate north and join their ghoul brethren in the comforts of Leng; others are furiously angered by the mere suggestion. Some Horde members are appealing to us to help one faction or the other. Helping them migrate would mean we lose our ally, but we will then be able to inherit their encampment and perhaps even those who stay behind.

North Jersey and New York City

Beastie Boys

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Disciples of Madison

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Hoboken Shipper Boys and Girls

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The Sanctuary

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With the consolidation of the newly conquered Red Cliff and the integration of Terminus, the winter saw a major, triumphant reorganisation of the erstwhile Guard into what was simply called the Sanctuary; the Guard thus became the Sanctuary’s military arm. Terminus agreed to join the organisation and be anointed the so-called Deeping Watch, while the former slaves of Red Cliff became the Kang Knights, rather enthusiastic about taking up the regalia of their former masters.

It also saw the integration of the Sanctuary into a larger network of Kangs. Sanctuary envoys were sent out to greet the others in the network. The Yellow Kangs seemed to be a sizeable cult that had congregated around a holy site in Yankee Stadium. The Blue Kangs seemed to be what was now left of Fordham University, and possessed an operational fusion reactor. Both found the Sanctuary’s opposition to slavery rather curious, but seemed to accept it nonetheless.

The Sanctuary also looked south, despatching a garrison to New Harlem, in addition to its main project: clearing a route along the IND Eighth Avenue Line between Terminus and Habitat 59. With Sanctuary firepower, the effort went largely smoothly; they ran into a few stray subway rats, but these were easily cleared out. At Cathedral Parkway station, they happened upon what appeared to be a gaslit séance of shadow-cloaked figures who very quickly cleared away to the surface at the sight of them. They also several abandoned goods: what appeared to be a stash of tech parts at 103rd Street; a telescope inscripted with untranslated Greek inscriptions at 81st Street/Museum of Natural History; what appeared to be peculiar weapons at 72nd Street. The Eighth Avenue Deep Road is now safe for travel.

Stats Changes:
+5 Humans (Natural Growth), +10 Humans, +5 Ghouls (Immigration to the Cloisters)
+140 Humans, +20 1H Guns, +790 Chems, +900 Food, +60 Ammunition, +310 Scrap
-300 Food (New Harlem)
-300 Food, +300 Ammunition (Kang Network)
-20 Ammunition, +6 Tech Parts, +5 Heavy Weapons (Clearing Tunnels)
+305 Scrap (Scavenging)

Challenge: When the academics and the scholars of the Kang Knights and the Deeping Watch (or, well, what could be called academics and scholars amongst them) came to the Tower of Bells. What the folk tales of these two peoples seem to have in common are admittedly rather embellished accounts of various boats appearing out of thin air with a flash and other nauseating sensory phenomena. Furthermore, rumour brought along from a traveller from Jersey has it that one such boat has beached to the north, in Palisades Interstate Park. Perhaps we should investigate.

The Skylanders

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Sons of Hope and Vault 314

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Wall Street Traders

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Upstate New York

The Daughters

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Emergency Wartime Officer Corps

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The forces of the Point quickly threw their lot behind the more established authority in Stewart International Station, denouncing the upstart forces camped in Newburgh as “draft-dodgers” and quickly moving to neutralise them as any potential threat. Shocked at this turn of events, Newburgh tried to marshal what strength they could, and their better knowledge of the ruined landscape of the town gave them at least one advantage with which to inflict casualties upon the joint Point-Stewart strike force, but their relative lack of firepower and lack of numbers--and the Point’s power armour--left them on the back foot.

In the aftermath of the battle, the majority of the Newburgh survivors took their own lives rather than let themselves be pressed into service as cadets. In any case, the Point took the spoils, and assumed authority over the settlement. Meanwhile, after much wrangling, Stewart International Station acceded to the Point’s supremacy. The newly united and reconfigured Emergency Wartime Officer Corps has now attained a secure domination over a part of New York’s Orange County, and now looks outwards.

Stats Changes:
+5 Cadets (Natural Growth), -25 Cadets, +25 Officers (Promotion)
-15 Officers, -40 Cadets, -30 Leather Armour, -5 Combat Armour, -15 2H Guns, -770 Ammunition (Newburgh Casualties)
+165 Cadets, +80 LT Melee, +40 2H Guns, +120 Combat Armour, +360 Ammunition, +210 Scrap Parts, +350 Food (Newburgh Loot)
+270 Officers, +190 2H Guns, +20 Laser Weapons +225 Combat Armour, +5 Early Power Armour, +570 Ammunition, +800 Scrap Parts, +800 Food, -1 Military Strength (Stewart Integration)
+405 Scrap Parts, +4 Tech Parts (Scavenging)

Challenge: We now have three settlements and two different military units under our chain of command command--all of whom have vastly differing conceptions of what “chain of command” actually means. The officers of Stewart International Station and their former leaders are reacting to some of our protocol with confusion and uncertainty. It is clear that military reforms need be made if we are to function as effectively as we once did, but how?

Connecticut

Brotherhood of the Undead

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Reformed Society for Psychic and Paranormal Research

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The Society decided they would stay in their neighbourhood Bridgeport; not only did they stay, they set about building up the place for themselves, strengthening the location’s defences and constructing docks to help it better self-sustain. All this was despite continual threats from the feral ghouls all around them; multiple attacks over the course of the winter, although repulsed, resulted in numerous casualties, and the attacks seem to bring no sign of ending in the near future.

Furthermore, the Society began broadcasting across the wasteland from Bridgeport tower, primarily featuring informational programming--such as nature documentaries, weather forecasts, and news--meant to aid in general survival, plus a few classic tracks and Sunday audios put on by the Society’s amateur drama club. If the tower’s builders were perturbed by this appropriation of their property, they did not put in an appearance to show their displeasure. Indeed, speculatory attempts to triangulate the radio tower to any external source yielded inconclusive, as if it had been cut off from a network.

Stats Changes:
+10 Humans (Monroe Immigration), +5 Ghouls (Bridgeport Immigration)
-10 Humans, -50 Ammunition (Bridgeport Defences)
+487 Scrap, +20 Chems (Scavenging), +37 Scrap, +3 Tech Parts (Mr Handies)

Challenge: A dedicated investigation team spent the winter trying to determine the origins of the Bridgeport radio tower. For several months, they had little progress--until, one day in March, workmen moving a ruined car out of the way found an uneven patch of ground, dug up to reveal a buried lockbox. The investigation team was called in, and what was immediately clear was symbol on the box’s side: a simple outline of a bell, circled and bolded. The lockbox was broken open to reveal holotapes, most of whom had long rotted away from water seeping in; less than half a dozen were audible. They seemed to be audio logs of experiments, mainly in garbled jargon the Society could not decipher--but it seemed the bell-people were attempting to transmit something. This has only raised further questions; if they were experiment logs, why were they buried? And where were they transmitting from?

Shepaug Dam Survivors

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From newly acquired Roxbury, the Connecticut state government continued its large-scale mapping and exploration operations in the surrounding towns of Litchfield, Hartford, and northern New Haven Counties. Washington had been overrun by mantises that the explorers fired back at, enough to clear a safe path, but not enough to remove them outright. Through to the north, the town of Warren was empty. Bethlehem was under the control of a rapacious band of raiders, calling themselves the Christmas Devils. The Devils killed the initial explorers on sight, and their numbers were too large for the cavalry to deal with, thus preventing the explorers from reaching Morris or Litchfield. On the far side of Strontium Ranger territory, Watertown was home to another friendly roadside tribe named the Barium Rangers--although they were fierce rivals of the Strontium Rangers, and Middlebury Road was littered with the occasional corpse. The Mattatuck State Forest was overrun with giant rats, from whose sight the explorers withdrew, thus preventing them from reaching Thomaston or Bristol.

Then there was Waterbury. Finally, the Shepaug Dam survivors found a route into the city. According to the radio transmissions, they quickly wished they hadn’t. As they were entering the town, they experienced strange auras and sickening sensations and loss of balance, quickly followed by a great flash in the sky. What appeared to be the fresh, yet dessicated, corpse of a whale fell ten metres down and struck the ground, exploding in the explorers’ faces. (A vase of flowers also fell, but only one man noticed). The explorers retreated, rather than attempt to face it.

Despite all that exploration, the main operation of the winter was a military strike against the town of New Milford. Once more, a large militarised force was assembled. They marched upon the CT 67 checkpoint, handily defeating the little checkpoint force there. This led them to the power in the town: a militarised group operating from the archbishop’s command in the Canterbury School, a former private school located in the north of the town. After a demand for surrender was denied, the Shepaug Dam survivors set up positions all around New Milford, before attacking.

The so-called citadel of Canterbury, a sort of motte-and-bailey, was situated upon a hill. This was no matter for the firepower and explosives and power armour the Shepaug Dam Survivors were able to marshal, but the ensuing battle was fierce. Still, the citadel, and the town, were taken. Canterbury was placed under Shepaug Dam’s authority, but it was clear that there were no slaves to free; all of them seemed to have been carted off somewhere to the west. The Archbishop himself was similarly nowhere to be seen. Some of the guards implied that he had gone on some holy mission to Poughkeepsie, New York, though what lies there is unknown.

Stats Changes:
Shepaug Dam: +10 Humans (Natural Growth), +10 Humans
Newtown: +5 Humans (Immigration)
+565 Scrap, +2 Tech Parts, +20 Horses (Salvaging), +40 Scrap, +1 Tech Part (Mr Handies/Gutsies)
-10 Humans, -10 2H Guns, -10 Leather Armour, -40 Ammunition (Exploration)
-45 Humans, -1100 Ammunition, -40 Energy, -30 Improvised Explosives, -20 Leather Armour, -5 Combat Armour (Canterbury Casualties)
+140 Human Prisoners, +280 LT Melee, +80 LT Ranged, +30 HT Melee, +200 Metal Armour, +250 Scrap Parts, +410 Food (Canterbury Integration)

Challenge: The moving of Newtown and Roxbury’s peoples to Shepaug Dam has caused a good deal of disruption. Some accepted or even wished for the move; most, however, were happy living in their homes, and now resent the Connecticut state government for moving them. Discontent is building, and the constant military action is not entirely helping. What, if anything, should be done to alleviate the situation?

Vault 350

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The dwellers of Vault 350 conducted more expeditions around their home. They first travelled through the deserted neighbourhood of Quinnipiac Meadows up to a train depot in southern North Haven--which they found to also be empty, even finding some loose tools in a neighbouring industrial park. Heading north, the centre of North Haven was controlled by some vicious-looking raiders, dressed in pre-War business attire, calling themselves the Skull and Bones; sharp-memoried explorers recalled them as the same gang whose remnants had been found earlier in Fair Haven. In any case, despite some exchange of fire and casualties, extended combat was avoided. Heading east, the Vault-Dwellers found Northford to be the territory of some deathclaws. Heading south, they found only feral ghouls in North Branford, which incited the explorers to finally head home. Another group headed to Fort Nathan Hale, finding there some operational radio gear.

That, of course, was not the main worry of the Vault. The nightmares of Lamashtu, and the ensuing fear, had consumed the Vault-Dwellers. After some debate and a great deal of confusion and no shortage of suspicion, Overseer Washington consented to the wild-eyed researcher’s demands. So began an elaborate ritual straight from a mythological compendium: a little effigy of Lamashtu was created from scrap metal, and the researcher set about chanting incantations and setting aside libations of bread and water, as if she were trying to be a priestess of Ishtar herself. This lasted for three sleepless days before the researcher buried the figurine.

Miraculously, it worked. Somehow, against the doubts of most of the Vault-Dwellers, when an exploratory party reached Wooster Square, Lamashtu seemed to dissolve before their eyes, with an agonised scream. The lion-guards attempted to fight in retaliation, but even with their plasma weapons, four guards could not hold out for long. Frustratingly, none survived the battle to give any useful information. However, their lion-themed armour and their weapons were taken back to the Vault.

Moving along, they reached central New Haven. The entire campus of Yale University, it seemed, had ceased to exist; its buildings had been erased by a giant hole in the ground. The Vault-Dwellers at first thought it was a bomb crater, or perhaps a sinkhole; it was neither. It was as if someone had cut a portal to another world through the ground. Inside the hole, they saw visions of the same land of dust that many of the Vault-dwellers had seen in their nightmares--Irkalla, if the young researcher is correct.

The explorers expected some nasty foe to emerge, but none did, and they certainly found no temple or order of priests to explain anything. They then took stock of their situation. While the university area is a zone few wish to travel, much of the rest of the city--downtown, both train stations and parts south--appear safe enough.

Stats Changes:
+5 Humans (Natural Growth)
-10 Humans, -30 Ammunition, +4 Ishtar’s Armour, +4 Laser Weapons (New Haven)
-20 Humans, -60 Ammunition, +Precision Tools (Exploration)
+500 Scrap Parts, +6 Tech Parts, +Radio Gear (Salvaging)

Challenge: the visions are over, and the nightmares have ceased; but the mysteries and unanswered questions remain. Amidst all this, the question is what to do with the very impressive armour we found at Wooster Square. The researcher has shown us pictures of a mythical “Ishtar Gate” which has lion forms that resemble the armour, and that name has stuck for lack of a better term. Some claim we should hand out the armour as triumphs; others suggest we use for it for a good purpose; a few very vocal others wish for it to be destroyed.

Other

Sovereign Fortuna Guild

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Atlantic Raja
Atlantic City was a terrible place before the war. Unemployment was rampant, and the town that once teemed with life lost out to showier cities like Las Vegas. When the war came, the Chinese did not bother targeting Atlantic City, and it suffered mostly collateral damage that was a part of the broader societal collapse. Survivors huddled in the city for centuries, fighting over the city, until one day, one of the great buildings of the old world lit up. A man, calling himself the Maharaja, speaks of a long forgotten way of living. Of a world under the rule of a benevolent, golden-haired king, where fortunes could be won and lost in a single night. Where a man could be a peon one day, laboring in the shade of the palaces, while the next, he could be treated like a king.

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NPC Diplomacy

To: Atlantic Maritime League
From: Chester

We request your assistance. Some unidentified sea peoples attempted to come attack us in the night. Fortunately, we saw their scouts approaching, and managed to set up a trap and draw them in. We have no idea who they are, or where they came from. You know the seas in this region. Perhaps you might know?

To: Hoboken Shipper Boys and Girls
From: Upside-Down Rams

You lie--you have smoothskins amongst you. We do not appreciate the forked-tongued. Give us tribute in food, or you will feel our anger.

To: Vault 350
From: An Inscription in a clay Tablet some Distance from the Vault Door

You are a wise foe. Your mind is greater than the sum of the whole of this country’s others. Your destiny is unequalled; your command is like Anu’s. Henceforth, your order will not be annulled. It is in your power to exalt and abase; your metal utterance is sure. You are godless; you know not how, beneath the celestial parts, Apsū hath the world flooded and endeth the Annunaki and the command of Marduk.

The floor we make firm. We build a house to be a luxurious abode. Within it, we will establish our shrine. We will found our chamber and establish Ishtar’s kingship.

Forget not our return.

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Terrance888/Trigo: I think I got Vault 314’s stats right, and I double-checked twice, but I’m honestly not 100% confident.

thomas.berubeg: Some of your numbers with redistributing seemed off. I tried to adjust as best as I could; let me know if I missed something.

Robert Can’t: I interpreted your orders as asking to salvage.

SouthernKing · Sep 13, 2018

PC Stats:

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NPCs

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Special NPCs

Church of the Children of Atom
Scientific, Religious
Known Locations:
-Havre de Grace, MD

The Bell
???

The Cybermen
Scientific, Warlike
Known Locations:
-Vault 370, Menlo Park, Edison Township, NJ

Ishtar’s Gatekeepers
???

The Eye of Horus
Scientific, Religious
Known Pyramids:
-The Lawrenceville School, Lawrence Township, NJ
-Haverford College, Haverford, PA
-Fort Christina, Wilmington, DE

Map

I have removed stats from the map, as those were becoming a tedious pain of several hundred copy/pastes to constantly update. Apologies for the inconvenience but it's for the sake of saving my sanity in the future.

Zappericus · Sep 13, 2018

To: Vault 77
From: Chem Dogs

There's nowhere to run. You're out of places to hide and we've got you cut off from your precious hole in the ground. You have only two Choices now, Jack: Face us and die gloriously on the battlefield, or stay where you are and starve. Either way, your carcasses will make worthy offerings to Bobble.

SouthernKing · Sep 15, 2018

Updated map
I have removed stats from the map, as those were becoming a tedious pain of several hundred copy/pastes to constantly update. Apologies for the inconvenience but it's for the sake of saving my sanity in the future.

Shirogane · Sep 17, 2018

To: Vault 77

While we are not crazy enough to be going to stand between the chem dogs and their next meal we can at the very least promise the safety of your animals. So uh, if you'd just hand them over we can ensure you that they'll be treated well and be put to good use when you're dog food.

- DD, Kings and Queens

SouthernKing · Sep 18, 2018

NPC stats and everything else have been updated; I believe I have fixed most small stats errors.

Orders for Update 5 (Summer 2162) are tentatively due Thursday, 27 September

Nuka-sama · Sep 19, 2018

Faction Name: The Atlantic Raja
Starting Location: The Taj Mahal (Atlantic City, New Jersey)
Capital Type: Bunker
Origins: Institution
Traits: Diplomatic, Scientific
Background:
Atlantic City was a terrible place before the war. Unemployment was rampant, and the town that once teemed with life lost out to showier cities like Las Vegas. When the war came, the Chinese did not bother targeting Atlantic City, and it suffered mostly collateral damage that was a part of the broader societal collapse.

Survivors huddled in the city for centuries, fighting over the city, until one day, one of the great buildings of the old world lit up

A man, calling himself the Maharaja, speaks of a long forgotten way of living. Of a world under the rule of a benevolent, golden-haired king, where fortunes could be won and lost in a single night. Where a man could be a peon one day, laboring in the shade of the palaces, while the next, he could be treated like a king.

Welcome to the Raja...

NinjaCow64 · Sep 19, 2018

To: The Elephant Company
From: Wall Street Traders

We are interested in this trade. However, the logistics of moving 100 slaves will be quite difficult. Is the Elephant Company willing to provide security for the transfer from the NYSE to their base of operations?

To: Big Iron
From: Wall Street Traders

We have heard of your food shortages and we are sympathetic. We would be willing to exchange food for slaves. How much food do you need?

To: The Gas House Gang
From: Wall Street Traders

Greetings! We would like to thank you for the hospitality you showed our exploration party. Many different types of resources pass through our markets daily, if there is anything you would be interested in trading then please contact us.

NinjaCow64 · Sep 19, 2018

To: The Manhattan Commune
From: Wall Street Traders

It appears our agreement will soon be expiring. We would be interested in an extension of the agreement or a renegotiation in order to continue supplying your community with food.

Zappericus · Sep 19, 2018

The Chem Dogs sends a pair of Deatharoo riders down south to the raider-contested territories of Springfield to deliver a message to the unsavory individuals lurking there.

To: Gold Cougars
From: Chem Dogs

Blessed be Bobble, my fellow bittersweet pieces of spiky gumdrops. We're seeking able men and women of equal murderbone potential to join up in our fun little adventures of turning the wasteland inside-out. You may have heard of our exploits and our deeds, but don't you worry your plump jelly brains about that. We're all good and we're sure you'll do the cool thing and throw some fresh meat our way by the end of the season - right? Right? Right.

Nobody126 · Sep 20, 2018

AML Diplomacy

Children of the Atom

Greetings Children of the Atom. We wish to thank you for the lucrative trade we managed to accomplish this past Winter. It is our understanding that it was extremely helpful to both of us.

We come to you with another proposal. Do you, by chance, happen to possess and be willing to trade any sets of machining gear? If so, we would be most interested in trading for them.

In return we are open to suggestions of what you might desire in such a trade. However we do have a suggestion. You noted your leaders desire for maritime aid the last time we spoke. We now have the capability to efficiently construct Galleys for a fraction of the cost it would take less experienced shipbuilders to do so. We would be happy to construct several galleys for you at this reduced rate, which would be 250 scrap per galley, for you to collect and utilize in your waters. The scrap would have to be delivered to us for use in the construction of the galleys, we would build the galleys, then you could sail back to your home waters with your new warships. We conceivably have the facilities to construct 2-4 Galleys a turn, as long as the reduced rate of materials needed for their construction is provided. This would be much, much cheaper than building them yourselves.

Please let us know if we can come to some sort of agreement.

Chester

That is terrible news. The news that you caught these despicable raiders gladdens our hearts in Fort Delaware.

We are indeed familiar with the seas in the region. However we are not aware of any maritime pirate threat in the region, at least not until you contacted us.

We would be happy to begin running naval patrols with our newly built and crewed galleys in the region, focusing on the Northern Delaware Bay and the outlet of the Delaware River in South Philadelphia. With some luck, we may capture some of these apparent pirates and deliver them to your city; if not, then we shall at least deter further excursions into our area.

Unfortunately such an effort would take valuable manpower and could put large numbers of our population at risk. We are happy to help a fellow port city, but we are a faction of traders, and we must see some return.

Perhaps you could aid us in a problem of our own? We have had significant difficulties with the Dragons of Death, to the north of Chester. They have probably been somewhat of a nuisance, or perhaps a threat, to some groups from your settlement as well. We would be more than happy to run these naval patrols if you could aid us in exterminating these scum who threaten honest, hard working groups of people such as you or us. Would you be willing to send some of your population, armed and armored, to assist us in taking their settlement in Ridley Park and clearing our northern borders of this threat? If you are willing, we would of course be willing to donate several hundred units of food to make up for the loss in food productivity this summer and help you survive the next Winter as well as the naval patrols.

Brookside

Greetings friends. Our explorers sent back word about your plight, with raiders just on your doorstep and still expanding. We wish to help.

We ask that you join our League. We are a group of settlements that wish to extend the security, both from conflict and from hunger, to nearby settlements. We would be able to reinforce and help protect your town, and in time, drive the raiders back and retake your original homes in Newark. It may yet be a grueling process, but with the combined might of your settlement and our League of settlements with advanced armaments, the raiders shall stand no chance in the end.

Consider what we have said. We hope that you and we shall join our resources together and emerge all the stronger for it.

Deepwater

Greetings friends. We come to you, knowing the situation is grave. The piney threat is spreading. Paulsboro was destroyed. Deepwater is now on the front lines.

You are ill equipped and short on food. We are well armed and have a plentiful bounty of nutrition to go around.

We therefore suggest that your settlement join our Maritime League, and thus enjoy the benefits that such a move would offer. We would reinforce and protect your settlement in order to serve as the spearhead for eventually driving the Pineys back. Food would never again be a worry for your people.

Join us. Combine your strength with ours. Together we will stand against this Piney menace. Divided, we shall inevitably fall.

Chesapeake City

You survived the Winter. Yet your food situation remains dire. We have it on good intelligence that raider groups are moving north from Dover and Odessa, searching for food north of the Canal. In your direction.

We once again propose that you join us for your own safety. We cannot protect you from such a distance, nor support your sizable food requirements, without knowing that you are part of us and share our goals and common interests.

Our previous offer still stands. We implore you, for the health of both Chesapeake City and the Maritime League, to join us and let us return this corner of the Wastes to prosperity and security.

Cantwell's Own

We have no quarrel with you, except that you killed some of our people on a recent southbound trip. We are willing to forgive and forget. The Halfling raiders had it coming when we swept through their settlement and took it for our own.

We suggest that we instead work together for mutual gain. As a gesture of goodwill, we are delivering 20 chems to your faction with this message. Our experts have the ability to produce an unprecedented number of weapons and items that would no doubt benefit your faction greatly. Meanwhile you have a large number of slaves that no doubt lead to large quantities of scrap collected. We would like to know what sort of products you might be interested in purchasing in return for amounts of scrap.

War between our two factions would end in a bloody conflict that would leave both of us weakened to outside threats. We suggest that, no matter how distasteful we might find each other's factions, that we instead put our energies into furthering each other's goals. We have no interest in expanding south of the canal in your direction.

Prominent Slave Leaders and the Slave Population at Large

Halflings.

We have wronged each other. First, your valiant fighters killed our men and women the moment they stepped onto the mainland for the first time in a century. Then the might of our forces swept down upon your settlement in turn, seizing and enslaving your property and people.

Let us put this behind us.

Your people and ours have our differences. However we find ourselves in a position where we need military expertise to survive and prosper in this wasteland. Your people are good at that. Your people have worked hard and produced much scrap for this faction. It is time that you also enjoy the bounty of what you have reaped.

We wish to inquire as to whether you and yours would be willing to work together, as equals, not as slave and master. We would take away the bonds of servitude, never to return, as you and your people would emerge as our equals in every way. You would fight alongside us, eat and drink alongside us, fail or prosper as we do.

It is time that we pull together with our combined might and areas of expertise in order to exert our will upon these treacherous and undeserving wastes.

What say you?

Immaculate · Sep 20, 2018

To Barium And Stronium Rangers

The state of Connecticut offers to mediate any disagreements between your populations.

You must find a way to resolve the conflict between you without unlawful violence. Continued violence will require a police response from the state government.

SouthernKing · Sep 21, 2018

Since nuka posted his near the start of the turn I've taken the liberty of adding (retconning?) his faction into last update, so that he can send proper orders for this coming turn. This shouldn't actually affect anyone, but just for disclosure.

I will get to all of your diplomacy tomorrow. Sorry for the delay, I've just had a long and exhausting day.

SouthernKing · Sep 23, 2018

To: Wall Street Traders
From: The Elephant Company

Security can be arranged. Glad to do business.

From: Big Iron

If you were to provide us 1000 food, we could provide 100 slaves; or another exchange at 10 food for 1 slave. Such an arrangement would guarantee the security of the future of Big Iron. Our part of this island is rich in slaves, as well.

From: Gas House Gang

Your traders are always welcome in our house. For our part, we are willing to trade slaves for tech parts, if you have them.

From: Manhattan Commune

We would be happy to extend the arrangement.

To: Poxxy's Chem Dogs
From: Gold Cougars

We will be doing no such thing. This is not your country. Your pack ends now.

To: Atlantic Maritime League
From: Children of the Atom

We can provide all you ask for, but there is something you must do for us, first. What we provided is but a taste of what can happen if you accept Atom's electromagnetic attraction and the Glow's strong force into your hearts. Join us--become Children of the Atom--and we can talk further.

From: Chester

We have too many troubles at home to bother with fighting some raiders who, quite frankly, do not concern us. We asked for assistance, not for you to suggest fighting your battles on your behalf.

From: Brookside

We have never even heard of your "League" before this winter. How presumptuous are you to demand such a damned thing? Do you ask to annex every last village your people come across? Get out, and never come back.

From: Deepwater

Tell us more about these benefits. Perhaps you can save us from this existence of suffering.

From: Chesapeake City

We can feed ourselves perfectly well without your continuing demands for annexation, and we rather think we know our own area far better than you do. The next time your envoys ask such a thing of us, our response will be far less pleasant.

From: Cantwell's Own

Thank you for the chems. This changes nothing. Sayonara!

From: Slaves

Of course! Your graciousness is most honourable. Tell us what help you need, and, yes, perhaps we may be of assistance.

To: State of Connecticut
From: Strontium Rangers

We are open to negotiations. All we ask is that our stolen brahmins--some ninety, by our reckoning--are returned to us.

From: Barium Rangers

We have never desired anything but peace. However, before we talk, we ask that we have a seat in your State Parliament. We have heard much of the Houses of Parliament of Old America, and if you claim to be the state government, surely you must have one, too?

NinjaCow64 · Sep 23, 2018

To: The Elephant Company
From: Wall Street Traders

Excellent. We will deliver your purchase to the Wall Street Subway Station and you can arrange transport from there.

To: Big Iron
From: Wall Street Traders

While we are interested in acquiring many of your slaves, we unfortunately do not have the resources to purchase all 100 Slaves over this season. We would be interested in a trade of 150 Food for 15 Slaves this season and over the next few seasons we will purchase more.

To: Gas House Gang
From: Wall Street Traders

Unfortunately we do not have any spare tech parts this season. If we acquire any, you will be the first party we contact. If there is anything else you would wish to trade, please contact us.

To: The Manhattan Commune
From: Wall Street Traders

Excellent. We will continue to deliver 150 Food to your Commune in exchange for 15 Slaves each season.

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