Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is coming! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
d20 Apocalypse: Vault 52 (Updated 10-25)
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Falkus" data-source="post: 2620966" data-attributes="member: 22634"><p>Several hours later.</p><p></p><p>“What do you see?” Grey asked Larif, who had one of the group’s two pairs of binoculars.</p><p></p><p>The team was in a forest, overlooking the caravan. There were a couple of wagons made out of old cars, and a big, temporary pen filled with two headed cows.</p><p></p><p>“A couple of guards, maybe a dozen merchants, I don’t see anything more than a pistol, brother,” replied Larif, as he scanned the caravan. “Wait, here we go. A big guy, looks like he’s in charge. Red hair. He’s got a nice machine gun.”</p><p></p><p>“Really?” Hef said, raising his binoculars. “Yeah, I see it. It’s an old M60. He must be one strong son of a bitch.”</p><p></p><p>“What should we do? Think they’re a threat?” Grey asked, walking up next to Larif.</p><p></p><p>“I doubt it. They don’t have enough guns down there to knock over a minimall, let alone a vault.”</p><p></p><p>“I say we make contact, a couple of us should go down there and start asking questions,” suggested Quinn.</p><p></p><p>“You sure about that?” replied Hef. “Maybe we should just kill them now.”</p><p></p><p>“And guess who just volunteered?” added Quinn. “Hef, you and Larif go down and have a chat with them. We’ll keep watch, and join you if it’s safe.”</p><p></p><p>“How will you tell?”</p><p></p><p>“If they don’t shoot at you. Now get going.”</p><p></p><p>Hef and Larif advanced down the hill cautiously, walking towards the guards at the edge of the camp. As they came out of the forest, one of the guards spotted and hailed them.</p><p></p><p>“Friend or foe!” he called out. The guard had a Colt M1911 in a holster, and was wearing a suit of leather armor.</p><p></p><p>“Friend!” Larif shouted back.</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing out here on your own? It’s pretty dangerous out here. Mutants, raiders, that sort of thing,” asked the guard, as the two approached.</p><p></p><p>“We can take care of ourselves,” replied Hef, patting his customized shotgun in its hip holster. “We’re just looking to do a little business, that’s all.”</p><p></p><p>“Well then, you’ll want to talk with the boss,” the sentry pointed towards one of the tens. “Go talk to the Trader over there. He’ll set you up.”</p><p></p><p>“The Trader? Interesting name, let’s go see what he has,” Hef said, and headed over, Larif following.</p><p></p><p>“I agree, brother,” confirmed Larif, nodding.</p><p></p><p>The Trader was just as imposing in person as he was through the binoculars. A very large man, with a M60 machine gun hanging on his back, over his body armor.</p><p></p><p>“Hello folks,” he said, as he lit up a big cigar. “What are you lookin’ for?”</p><p></p><p>“You the Trader?” asked Hef.</p><p></p><p>“That’s what they call me,” replied the man, holding the cigar in one hand. “I’ve been across the wastelands three times, and I know just about every town, settlement, city, base and camp where there’s anything worth trading.”</p><p></p><p>“What do you transport?” Larif inquired, studying the man. He seemed honest enough.</p><p></p><p>“A few luxury items, but mostly ammo. Everybody wants it, it’s easy to transport, and if you get in trouble, you can use it to defend yourself,” he explained. “Like the other day, when a bunch of bloody raiders thought they could take my cargo without my permission. We buried them.”</p><p></p><p>“Where are you taking this supply?” pressed Larif, trying to ascertain that the man’s motives weren’t hostile.</p><p></p><p>“Up to Denver, got a group of NCR rangers running an outpost up there. They always need some ammo, and you can usually scavenge some good stuff from the ruins while you’re in town. It’s a good run, but a little far for most people.”</p><p></p><p>“I saw that the tires on your vehicles were rubber,” added Hef, as Larif signaled to the others to join them. “Where do you get those? I’d thought most of them form before the war would have rotted away by now?”</p><p></p><p>“Not all of them. If they were stored properly. Not to mention, the NCR got an old fabrication and replication facility up and running in Shady Sands. They make good tires there, just like pre-war ones.”</p><p></p><p>The others arrived just in time to catch the last bit of this conversation. “You got any you could trade? We got a, ah, vehicle that needs some wheels,” asked Beef, smiling inwardly. He’d been wondering where he could get some tires for their car.</p><p></p><p>“Got a couple spares, I suppose I could let four of ‘em go. Cost you 300 caps, though,” Trader stated.</p><p></p><p>“Damn, we don’t have any of that type of money,” cursed Beef.</p><p></p><p>“You look like good lads,” said the Trader. “Let’s barter. Tell me what you got, and I’ll let you know.”</p><p></p><p>The team pooled its spare gear, talked amongst themselves, and nominated Lariff to do the negotiating.</p><p></p><p>The barter session was rather successful for the team. They walked away with four, perfect condition tires for their car, and a pair of tear gas shotgun shells.</p><p></p><p>“Not a bad haul,” Hef commented, thumbing the two shells into his shotgun revolver, as they started walking away. They’d gotten the equipment they needed and the mission was accomplished. An easy day, all in all.</p><p></p><p>“Well, you folks have a safe trip,” the sentry said to Grey. Then, a hole opened up in his face, and blood splattered all over Grey as the man was hurled to the ground. An instant afterwards, a gunshot echoed through the forest. </p><p></p><p>To be continued</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Falkus, post: 2620966, member: 22634"] Several hours later. “What do you see?” Grey asked Larif, who had one of the group’s two pairs of binoculars. The team was in a forest, overlooking the caravan. There were a couple of wagons made out of old cars, and a big, temporary pen filled with two headed cows. “A couple of guards, maybe a dozen merchants, I don’t see anything more than a pistol, brother,” replied Larif, as he scanned the caravan. “Wait, here we go. A big guy, looks like he’s in charge. Red hair. He’s got a nice machine gun.” “Really?” Hef said, raising his binoculars. “Yeah, I see it. It’s an old M60. He must be one strong son of a bitch.” “What should we do? Think they’re a threat?” Grey asked, walking up next to Larif. “I doubt it. They don’t have enough guns down there to knock over a minimall, let alone a vault.” “I say we make contact, a couple of us should go down there and start asking questions,” suggested Quinn. “You sure about that?” replied Hef. “Maybe we should just kill them now.” “And guess who just volunteered?” added Quinn. “Hef, you and Larif go down and have a chat with them. We’ll keep watch, and join you if it’s safe.” “How will you tell?” “If they don’t shoot at you. Now get going.” Hef and Larif advanced down the hill cautiously, walking towards the guards at the edge of the camp. As they came out of the forest, one of the guards spotted and hailed them. “Friend or foe!” he called out. The guard had a Colt M1911 in a holster, and was wearing a suit of leather armor. “Friend!” Larif shouted back. “What are you doing out here on your own? It’s pretty dangerous out here. Mutants, raiders, that sort of thing,” asked the guard, as the two approached. “We can take care of ourselves,” replied Hef, patting his customized shotgun in its hip holster. “We’re just looking to do a little business, that’s all.” “Well then, you’ll want to talk with the boss,” the sentry pointed towards one of the tens. “Go talk to the Trader over there. He’ll set you up.” “The Trader? Interesting name, let’s go see what he has,” Hef said, and headed over, Larif following. “I agree, brother,” confirmed Larif, nodding. The Trader was just as imposing in person as he was through the binoculars. A very large man, with a M60 machine gun hanging on his back, over his body armor. “Hello folks,” he said, as he lit up a big cigar. “What are you lookin’ for?” “You the Trader?” asked Hef. “That’s what they call me,” replied the man, holding the cigar in one hand. “I’ve been across the wastelands three times, and I know just about every town, settlement, city, base and camp where there’s anything worth trading.” “What do you transport?” Larif inquired, studying the man. He seemed honest enough. “A few luxury items, but mostly ammo. Everybody wants it, it’s easy to transport, and if you get in trouble, you can use it to defend yourself,” he explained. “Like the other day, when a bunch of bloody raiders thought they could take my cargo without my permission. We buried them.” “Where are you taking this supply?” pressed Larif, trying to ascertain that the man’s motives weren’t hostile. “Up to Denver, got a group of NCR rangers running an outpost up there. They always need some ammo, and you can usually scavenge some good stuff from the ruins while you’re in town. It’s a good run, but a little far for most people.” “I saw that the tires on your vehicles were rubber,” added Hef, as Larif signaled to the others to join them. “Where do you get those? I’d thought most of them form before the war would have rotted away by now?” “Not all of them. If they were stored properly. Not to mention, the NCR got an old fabrication and replication facility up and running in Shady Sands. They make good tires there, just like pre-war ones.” The others arrived just in time to catch the last bit of this conversation. “You got any you could trade? We got a, ah, vehicle that needs some wheels,” asked Beef, smiling inwardly. He’d been wondering where he could get some tires for their car. “Got a couple spares, I suppose I could let four of ‘em go. Cost you 300 caps, though,” Trader stated. “Damn, we don’t have any of that type of money,” cursed Beef. “You look like good lads,” said the Trader. “Let’s barter. Tell me what you got, and I’ll let you know.” The team pooled its spare gear, talked amongst themselves, and nominated Lariff to do the negotiating. The barter session was rather successful for the team. They walked away with four, perfect condition tires for their car, and a pair of tear gas shotgun shells. “Not a bad haul,” Hef commented, thumbing the two shells into his shotgun revolver, as they started walking away. They’d gotten the equipment they needed and the mission was accomplished. An easy day, all in all. “Well, you folks have a safe trip,” the sentry said to Grey. Then, a hole opened up in his face, and blood splattered all over Grey as the man was hurled to the ground. An instant afterwards, a gunshot echoed through the forest. To be continued [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
d20 Apocalypse: Vault 52 (Updated 10-25)
Top