If I've missed anyone faction from the bottom, or indeed if anyone needs to remind of something just do so; first-timer at this.

Preluede:
July, 2231, 153 years and 7 months after the Last Civilisation was destroyed in an orgy of violence and fire. Though the human race has left the decades of universal barbarity and tribalism behind, the mass unity of the pre-war days are still beyond another 10 generations – which themselves are typically shorter. To-day is the day of the local warlord, the decline of simpleton culture and perhaps the birth of new nations proper. Within the former State of North Dakota, three factions vye for true nationhood and survival; the Great Game begins.

Rules:
1. This RP is moderated by The Enclave, he alone has the power to settle use disputes, what is and is not God-Modding, Ubering etc. Other moderators may be appointed in time.
2. Ubering – making oneself over-powered – and seriously controlling other peoples characters is not allowed. Serious is defined as controlling their thoughts or reactions to an event (without the permission of the user), say if someone ends a post saying “Derp waited outside Herp’s office for a reply” and the follow-up post is “Herp motioned Derp into his office and offered him a seat” that would be allowed as obviously it’s what the previous character intended.
3. Your approved character sheet is FINAL. Changing details for plot-convenience of too suit a new situation is both not allowed and very unprofessional.
6. Unless you’ve been written into a corner, all posts must be at least a paragraph in length.
7. Given the large populations and effects of our factions (not individuals) I beseech anyone taking part to be certain that they will remain in the RP. If you really must leave then please write your character an exit post, your faction will be returned to the table as it were.
8. We aren’t doing vehicles… ever.

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Covens: DarkZherker as Aiden, Emperor of the Millennium Chi
Covens: DarkZherker as Aiden, Emperor of the Millennium Chi
Bismarck: Colonel Martyr as Justin Mieux, [src="http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1234879-north-dakota-rp-sign-up/page__view__findpost__p__18907476"]Sole ruler of Deco.

Just an establishing post, all feel free to make one

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

”I know that what this city stands for is right, I know that what we have accepted has elevated us, just as I know that the foolish ideals that we have vilified would have destroyed us. But can one govern, or rather govern effectively, with such absolute certainty? The teachings of this city would say yes, but the lessons of the past would disagree. This city is built on principles yes and idealism most certainly but the world out there is not and will not ever be ready for such trust; several thousand people all united by a single goal, rational self-interest, but millions if not much greater out there whom would trade all the sentiment and pride in the world for a pittance to ease their wretched lives.”

“Capitalism forsake them!” He cursed audibly before returning to his psychosis.

”I am guilty of high-treason, a hypocrite, someone who does not practice what he preaches; has it been a mistake? Had I, and those before me – the bearers of that cursed secret – not made the same choices then what we have here would be no-more; we do what is necessary to safe-guard what we have accomplished. Idealism is just that, ideally. This is not ideally and toiling in idealisms whilst facing the certainty of annihilation… is it right or wrong? As much as there is honour in living and dying by the sword yes but… What’s the use of questioning the legitimacy of what has already come to pass. What is done is done and in some parts not even by my choosing, the sins of the father; is accepting responsibility for someone else’s actions not a Capital Sin against the principles of the individual too?”

The mind of Janos Oakley always presented him with tough choices and just as often forced him to re-live them. He reigned over Vault-Tec Industries, arguably one of the most powerful entities in the area, a corporation heading a committee of corporations to rule a city; a city who’s defining principles promoted individualism and selfishness, a city where vandalism incurred execution but driving a colleague into poverty on the economic battlefield was not only acceptable but just. Of all the laws that the people of Midas Valley lived by however, one of the most important was to never compromise, that people are their actions not intentions; but Oakley intended great things by his actions which would most certainly seem him in Atlas Square paying penance for his crimes. Assassination, theft, murder, industrial espionage, all acts authorised and master-minded by him not against his economic rivals in the Cabal but by the threats that would seem them all and all their ideals destroyed. The unholy church in Bismarck which preached self-sacrifice and charity, too concepts that kept the better part of Midas Valley awake at night if dwelled on for too long, the essentially barbaric water barons of Devil’s Lake to the north who ultimately sought conquest above all else and of course the rubble-dwellers, simpletons and fools left-over from the Great War who criticised Midas Valley’s anti-philanthropic ways as if it were they whom kept them all in terrible poverty and anquish.

Oakley softly massaged his temples, hastily re-straightening the pencil on his pristine desk which he had bumped with his elbow; he took a sip from the herbal concoction that passed as post-apocalyptic coffee in Midas Valley – “Mulligan Dark” – steaming away from the mug on his desk, hoping the caffeine injection would suppress his cognitive dissonance – if only for the remainder of the day – and find him another solution to the myriad of problems that lay out before him.

James ”Jason” Ashwood – Reclaim city

Jason has just been to security station to pick up a set of combat armour, which he wore under his Vault-Tec blue coat Along with a R91 Assault rifle…

Although Jason had his own Plasma defender pistol, today he was “guarding” Mr Oakley, the head of Vault-Tec industry and wanted to get ready for any assignment he may have had for Jason to do…

Walking across the bridge into Old town, Jason looked down into the riverbed that had been covered in mines. Jason often wondered if they should simply fill in the river but knew they didn’t have water to do it…

“Hello Colleague” someone said

Jason looked up it was Officer Collins, an Middle-age gate guard who was expected to retire later on this year…

“Hello Collins, going to see Mr Oakley can I you open the gate for me” Jason replied, showing his Id to Officer Collins..

Collins looked at the Id for sec “Yep… Yes give me a second and I will have the gate open for you

The Gate opened and Jason walked into the Old city

Jason walked down street, passing his apartment on way to Vault 86. A few people in Vault suits looked at him but recognised him as guard and continued with what they were doing, reaching the vault the gaurd nodded at Jason who walked inside.

walking inside the Vault Jason walked down the staircase to Mr Oakley office. reaching it Jason was about to walk inside when he heard people talking and decided to wait outside until the meeting was over…

Lord Richard Bolton
Devil's Lake

"Please, m'lord. I... I didn't mean anything by it, I..."

Bronn brought the hilt of his sword down on the accused's head. Bronn was the newest addition to Richard's personal guard, and so the duty of ferrying criminals to a from the Keep fell to him.

"You shall hold you tongue," Richard said softly. "We have more than enough witnesses to put you at the scene, I fear to inform. Thievery is one thing. Lining your pockets with an extra cap or two, I understand. I do not condone, but I can see how the current conditions would tempt any man's hand. But assaulting a trade caravan, and killing Ironguard soldiers..."

"He has a family of four, down in the Slums," Joseph Marinza informed. The Slums lay against the Wastewall, a series of beds and tents where the poorer residents of Devil's Lake spent their nights. Soldiers of the Ironguard routinely patrolled the Slums, and it was no more dangerous than any other part.

The man lowered his head. He was small, with long messy hair and a rugged beard around his mouth and chin. "I was desperate. I ask for mercy."

"That you will not find. You have proved yourself to not just be simple scum, but an enemy of Devil's Lake. Joseph, give this man to Jacob and slay his family in the slums."

"M'Lord!" Bronn brought the hilt down once more, and the man screeched in pain. "Let's go," the elder Marinza and Richard's military advisor ordered, motioning towards the great wooden doors of the Keep. Jacob was the "headsman". His job was to keep records of all those executed, and make the necessary arrangements for their bodies.

"Make sure his family is thrown outside my walls. I will have not have the bodies of traitors in Devil's Lake." Joseph nodded and exited out the doors behind Bronn and the wailing prisoner. Richard rose from his throne. Three of his bodyguard stood around him. Outside, the sound of the criminal being chained for his flogging could be heard.

"What has the small village said in reply, Gregory?" Richard asked as he readjusted his cloak and sat back in the throne. His foreign advisor shuffled in his wooden chair next to the throne.

"The "Bears" say they will not join us. Neither will they let our caravans enter through their village without a... taxation."

Richard shrugged. "I would have preferred we could work things out peacefully. But if they leave us no choice..."

"They are capable fighters, I warn. And their village is quite populated. I would advice caution." Gregory was tall man, in his fifties Richard would venture. He had never asked. Bald, plump and well-built. He was called the Bull in his younger days.

"Caution acknowledged." Richard stood once again from the throne. "I assume all is well, Sara?"

"Aye, my Lord. The caps are rolling as well as ever. One of the people have requested permission to open a stall by the main gate. He wishes to sell water from the lake to "tourists"."

Outside, the sound of the whip against human flesh could be heard, followed by a yelp.

"Well, take a look at him. If you think he's good, and provided he purchases the water from us and gives us a share of his profits, I see no issue."

His economy advisor nodded her head. Perhaps once a good looking woman, Sara's face was covered in wrinkles that came with age. She was slow, and it seemed as if she took longer to arrive at her wooden chair by the day. I surround myself with my father's people, Richard realised.

"I shall take my leave, then." The Lord of Devil's Lake nodded to his small council and made his way towards the door, his bodyguard not too far behind.

Justin Mieux- Deco's Autocractic Ruler

"Deco, a city within a city." Mieux snorted smuggly at the thought to himself. He walked about the top level of the old hotel, once a hotel for the rich and famous before the Bomb, now a hotel only he inhabited. He watched the monitors of the jury-rigged control station, the location of his 'Godly' powers. He was the all seeing, all knowing, but never seen ruler of Deco. He took a sip of 2067 vintage wine he dug up from the hotel pantries, he was alerted by one of the small red lights on the side of a monitor. His cameras were armed with specially programmed censors to determine 'unfriendly' actions, actions such as [censored], robbery, assault, and general public disorder. These incidents were seldom, for between the well armed well trained military of Deco, and the roving sentry bots and protectrons, trouble was minimal. Mieux radioed over the Wattz walkie-talkie beside his desk to his forces "Sector A-7 has a disturbance, possible drunken disorderly, check it out." Mieux grimaced 'A-7, that stupid bar district is more trouble than it's worth, still, it keeps the savages from outside town constantly coming for the booze, and then their money as they by crap from the bazaar.'. Turning his thoughts elsewhere, he radioed the 'Military Base', an old police station, to speak to his trusted general.

"General Miles, what have you to report of those old military trucks?" Mieux said in a pompous and unconcerned voice. Arthur Miles, long used to what he thought was an 'arrogant voice' paid the tone no mind and spoke in clear English, with a slight accent. "Well sir, ever since the beginning construction of Deco, the trucks havent worked, and judging by the reports the engineers give me, they will never run anytime soon, the parts are by and large unobtainable, and the nearest plant was in Chicago, which was likely bombed in the War sir." Mieux's voice sounded slightly scorned, "I'm not being filled with confidence, General." Mieux was discouraged, but not halted in his desire to see mobility. "No matter, back in California, the caravans that came to Vault City often used disected Chryslus and Corvega trunks being hauled by Brahmin as caravan wagons, perhaps we could get this into practice." Quickly, Mieux switched topics again. "Now, moving on to important matters, I need you to assemble a duo to head for a certian Vault, likely abandoned, as all Vaults known of around California were either abandoned or ruined by horrible experiments. That said, you're making these two you send look for Vault 86 in an area far from here called 'Midas Valley'. If it's empty, loot it of as much tech as can be dragged back here. If there are living things there, they are to recon it, establish contact if the subjects are determined to be friendly, if not, then they are to be patiently eliminated. If they are friendly, establish that we wish to take the Vault's generator components, preferably by trade. Send your men and let them do their work, tell them to return to me when they finish their preliminary observations."

General Arthur Miles- Head of Deco's military and police force

Arthur thought in his head in his old tribal language, something he wanted to keep alive in memory, since it's name had been eliminated. He was not mad that Mieux brought them a new and comfortable life, but he did miss the bond his people once had. He remembered when the Grinning Skulls were once at war with the Blood Dogs and Slit Throats, now they were getting along as if their old identities never existed. For all that Mieux killed, he'd proven tribal hatred held no logical backing in the end. In his head Miles couldnt help but wonder why Mieux needed an expedition force to head into a region just to look for a 'Vault', Mieux had already found enough gold in bank vaults to forge his economy. "Jackson, Christine. Mr. Mieux has given us an important order, you are to look for a place called 'Vault 86' in a place 'Midas Valley'. He has given you two standard expedition gear*, bottlecaps, and special long range radios to report what you find. Dismissed." General Miles saluted his soldiers and did an about face, his olive green trenchcoat whipping behind him as he turned from the steps of the Deco Police Depot, with the faded lines of 'Bismarck' still legible on the sign on the wall, and went to his office to continue filling out paperwork and reading an old military 3-D map to mark this 'Midas Valley on the North Dakota map.

* Their expedition gear is basically in the design of NCR Ranger Veteran Gear, but it's Pre-War military, so its chestplate is camoflauged, the shoulders are stenciled with loving detail to say on both sides 'Deco' in Deep gold words, and the symbol of Atlas holding the world in a black colored relief, the helmets and coats are a grey tone with black jeans and balck combat boots, the eyes are green with night vision optics, they are both carrying silenced and scoped Service Rifles (Note, by silenced they are supressed, not truly silent). I'd like either Enclave or Lewis to take control of their interaction with these players, just dont kill them outright please?

Thane Marinza
Devil's Lake

The man in which Bronn had brought fourth was a coward in Thane's eyes, begging for mercy even after he had been caught red handed. He should accept his fate like a man; his pitiful begging dishonored all others of Devil's Lake. Thane found himself asking how such a coward had managed to kill his brothers; an ambush no doubt; the cowards route, no way could he have taken them had the fight been fair. The mans fate had been decided; death, Thane found this the agreeable option, though scowled silently at the decision that his family would be killed; a man should suffer the consequences of his actions, but his Family might not have even knew of such treachery. Thane stayed silent however, he knew his Lord's logic never to be wrong. Thane was standing less then two foot to the side of his Lord's throne, the grip of his Desert Eagle gleaming at his waist, the Ironguard insignia there for all to see. The criminal was dragged outside, moments later his cry's of pain began. The Lord spoke again, addressing another of his council that sit before him.

Thane yawned; he did not care for the politics in which were being discussed at present, he knew their importance but did not care to be in on them, much less discuss them. He thought about his last battle; bullets whizzing past his ears and ricocheting off walls. He loved the adrenaline of a gunfight; his first few he had feared, then he became more used to them and his father told him he was one of the most fearless soldiers of the Ironguard and the others would look to him for courage; from that day Thane swore he would never show fear in front of any man.

Thane snapped out of his memories; his Lord stood.

"I shall take my leave, then." The Lord granted, nodding to his council and heading for the door.

Thane pulled the Desert Eagle from his belt and pulled the top-slide back, after blissfully watching the bullet being chambered he slotted the massive handgun back into his belt; inside the Lord's chambers there was little to no danger, outside he had to be more careful. He followed his Lord; jogging so he was less then a step back.

"So, my Lord Bolton. Do you have any orders for me today?"

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

As Oakley mused silently his telephone rang, his mind now removed from the semi-conscious fervour he was inhabiting, Oakley glanced upwards; it was from his secretary outside, he reached over and pushed the glowing orange button on the face of the unit.

“Mr Oakley sir,” Janice said in a professional tone accustomed to her position as secretary of the city most important and busy man. “Officer Ashton is here to see you sir.”

“Yes of course Janice, send him through.”

The phone clicked off and a second later the Vault Door to his office slid upwards and the young figure of “Officer” Ashton, geared up for assignment – as per instructions. Despite technically being an badge-carrying officer of Vault City Security, Ashton was not involved in typical police work; he was apart of a special team of officers whom responded only to the CEO himself, carrying out the necessary activities required to safeguard the city and it’s founding principles.

“Ah Colleague,” Oakley said warmly and with a faint flickering smile. “There’s boiling water in the pot if you would like to pour yourself a brew before returning to the maelstrom outside – though that may be a tad over-exaggeration.”

Oakley paused before his next reply to straighten his tie; he had “felt” there was an imperfection.

“Earlier to-day a pair of outsiders entered the city and we would have written them off as mercenaries if not for the curious questions that they have been asking locals, asking questions about the Vault – hence why they were reported to officers as a possible security risk; it would appear that they came here expecting the Vault at least but not our glorious civilisation. They came here with a purpose, under orders it seems, and I believe therefore that we are justified in at least asking them a few questions. They came through the eastern entrance and their uniforms are not those of any organisations I recognise from out East, possibly rubble-dwellers from a distant community but certainly representing interests that we should be aware off. Get a small unit of officers, tier 2 level arms, apprehend these two individuals – amicably mind, we do not assume ill intent here – and bring them here too the Vault. I will question them personally on what they expected to find here and, more importantly, on whose authority they are operating. Here,”

Oakley handed three security photographs to Ashton, depicting three individuals with suppressed 5.56mm semi-automatic rifles and military-grade pre-war riot armour.

“Yes,” Oakley added as Ashton observed the photos. “They are wearing the same military-level ballistic vests as you are wearing now, though the jeans somewhat diminish the protective ability unlike your own shin armour. They were last seen near High Aces Casino, Zone 1; bring these individuals back here, do not take their weapons but be prepared to engage if need be. Officer Collins at the bridge has his instructions to contact me immediately on your return. That is all. Midas Valley prevails Colleague.”

James ”Jason” Ashwood- Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86(Oakley’s office)

Ah Colleague,” Oakley said warmly and with a faint flickering smile. “There’s boiling water in the pot if you would like to pour yourself a brew before returning to the maelstrom outside – though that may be a tad over-exaggeration.”

“No thank you colleague” Jason said as Mr Oakley adjusted his tie

“Earlier to-day a pair of outsiders entered the city and we would have written them off as mercenaries if not for the curious questions that they have been asking locals, asking questions about the Vault – hence why they were reported to officers as a possible security risk; it would appear that they came here expecting the Vault at least but not our glorious civilisation. They came here with a purpose, under orders it seems, and I believe therefore that we are justified in at least asking them a few questions. They came through the eastern entrance and their uniforms are not those of any organisations I recognise from out East, possibly rubble-dwellers from a distant community but certainly representing interests that we should be aware off. Get a small unit of officers, tier 2 level arms, apprehend these two individuals – amicably mind, we do not assume ill intent here – and bring them here too the Vault. I will question them personally on what they expected to find here and, more importantly, on whose authority they are operating. Here,”

“Of course Colleague, perhaps we should send out a some scouts to see if there any more hiding outside of town” Jason suggest as Mr Oakley handed three security photographs to Ashton, depicting three individuals with suppressed 5.56mm semi-automatic rifles and military-grade pre-war riot armou, with odd looking symbols on the armour .

“This armour was used for Riot control from before the war, I’ve seen it in some of the Security books on “Riot control”, think we even have a set in armoury” Jason said

“Yes,” Oakley added as Jason observed the photos. “They are wearing the same military-level ballistic vests as you are wearing now, though the jeans somewhat diminish the protective ability unlike your own shin armour. They were last seen near High Aces Casino, Zone 1; bring these individuals back here, do not take their weapons but be prepared to engage if need be. Officer Collins at the bridge has his instructions to contact me immediately on your return. That is all. Midas Valley prevails Colleague.”

Good thinking they might be more willing to come if they can keep their weapons…

Jason put the pictures of pictures in his pocket and looked up to Mr Oakley “very good Sir, should they refuse and open fire I will try to take them in alive for questioning” Jason said before leaving Mr Oakley offices

30 minutes later- zone one- around the corner of Ace’s casino

Jason had gone back to security station and had gotten Officers Simms, Lopez and Lauren to assist in apprehending the outsiders. Office brooks and Jacob were on sniper/back up support should they attempt something…

“Okay remember we are not here to arrest or disarm the Outsiders… yet, Mr Oakley wishes to speak to them before deciding what to do, once they leave the Casino we surround them and ask them to come with us. Everyone got that.” Jason asked

“Yes colleague” the three other officers said at the same time

Now we just wait for them to leave the Casino

“They just left High aces casino” Brooks called over the radio

“GO GO GO” Jason shouted

Jason and three other officers ran around the corner and quickly surrounded the two outsiders catching them off guard, they grabbed their rifles awaiting to be attacked or something but the Jason spoke

“Hello I am Jason ashwood of Vault-Tec security. I have send of behalf of Mr Oakley, the CEO of vault –Tec to meet you. He wishes to speak to you within his office in Vault 86; you will not be harmed and will be allowed to keep you weapons and equipment.

The two “soldiers” spoke along them muttering about how their “General” never mentioned a [censored] army being here and if they should go with Jason and security or just leave town and go back . After a few minutes they agreed to come.

“I will personally escort you Mr Oakley right now, he is curious to know were you came from….” Jason said as he holstered his assault rifle.

15 minutes- Vault 86, Mr Oakley’s office

Jason and the officers escorted the outsiders to Old town, were Officers Lopez and Simms returned to base. Walking though Old town quite a few people looked at the outsiders wondering where they came from….

Reaching Vault 86, they walked to Mr Oakley office were Jason instructed them to remain outside with officer Lauren as he walked into his Office

Walking inside, Jason spoke to Oakley “Colleague Oakley, I have the two outsiders waiting outside with Officer Lauren, they appear to be in some sort of Army or use Army ranks since they mentioned a “General Miles” Jason said

First Sergeant Jackson- Deco Recon

Daniel Jackson unlatched the secure latches of his helmet and removed it as a sign of non-hostility, his gun still holstered. His hair was slightly steamy from the helmet being on for two days, but it was still in a clean cut combed hair style, a common Pre-War haircut, he was a white male, tanned slightly from constant sun exposure, his face clean and shaven. He nodded politely and said simply "Very Well, lead the way sir." He looked to his partner, who looked at him and shook her head slightly, silently signalling she wasnt trusting the people of Midas Valley.

After being escorted to the office, they waited in what appeared to be a waiting room, the officers watching them stood next to the office with the light 'Overseer' written on it. His eyes taking in the cold yet comfortable archictecture, he quickly spotted in the corner a coffee pot on burner. "Excuse me officer, do you mind if I." He said, nodding his head to the coffee pot. The officer simply gave a gesture giving off a 'go for it' vibe. As he sat, waiting to be question, he had to admit, he was expecting to kill some kind of monster, but after coming all this way on the old I-94, he had to admit, sitting in a comfy waiting chair with a nice cup of coffee was like Christmas come early. When they passed through Jamestown, Daniel took meticulous note of the cities state on holotapes he recorded on his Pipboy 2000, figuring that Mr. Mieux would find any extra details a powerful and useful thing.

In his head, he was wondering what the best approach to dealing with the leader of this Vault would be. After mulling it over, he figured being straightforward and honest, hoping it would possibly cement relations with this Midas Valley for his employer. He only hoped Christine wouldnt ruin this with her stiff militaristic attitude. He admired her patriotism to Deco, but he didnt share in her sentiment that Deco should swallow everything in it's path.

OOC: The idea is that Deco is a just starting nation, so it hasnt got any real name to the outside world yet, and Mieux isn't known just yet either, and he's only known by his citizens, but his past in the region is unknown since he's from Vault City.

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

Having dispatched Officer Ashwood, Oakley – now released from his sombre meditation – slid a clean sheet of paper into his Speakwrite and dictated some memorandums to be sent out. After an hour however it appeared that Ashwood had completed his assignment successfully.

“Colleague Oakley, I have the two outsiders waiting outside with Officer Lauren, they appear to be in some sort of Army or use Army ranks since they mentioned a “General Miles”.”

Oakley mused momentarily.

“Yet I can only assume they came peaceably? Hmm… military uniforms and military designations; it’s likely that we are dealing with pre-war imitators, some have been known to do that.” As Oakley spoke he filled the Speakwrite with a wad of blank paper, checked his tie, hair and Vault-Tec lapel pin before nodding at Ashwood.

“Send them in; and good work Colleauge.”

Ashwood crossed the office room to the door and came back with the two soldiers – one of whom appeared to be drinking a brew – who accepted Oakley’s invitation to sit down before his desk; Oakley passed a coaster forward for the soldiers beverage.

“Well first impressions suggest that you’re at least certain that we have no hostile intent, a correct assumption; though I will add that we didn’t remove your weapons because we had intention of violating property rights, not as a mark of trust on our part. But allow me to introduce myself, I am Janos Oakley, CEO of Vault-Tec Industries and Chairman of the Cabal of Midas Valley - Capitalism protect us; but most would already by aware of that. Now, from my understanding, you came here expecting this place, Vault 86, but not the township itself; a very unique mindset I must say.”

All the while Oakley spoke the Speakwrite on his desk transcripted everything, the soft-pattering of keys on paper fading away into the background; Oakley was sure he saw one of the soldiers glance at it when it first started

“It suggests that you’re here on pre-war information, you came in from the Eastern entrance yet look like none of the local military forces… “Deco”… and is that the Ancient Greek Titan Atlas for whom we ourselves named our central square after? Regardless, the only local place I can imagine you travelled – from an easterly direction anyway – is Bismarck, though if you are indeed Rubble-Dwellers then the travel here has removed the typical cake of powdered concrete from your boots and hems. But as I say, you are not here against your will, I will allow you to introduce yourselves though I must insist that you include: why you are here, where you are from, who is “General Miles” and ultimately whose interests are you acting for?”

Daniel Jackson- Deco Recon

Daniel chuckled a little, "I came in peace, Christine, not so much. Don't mind her, she's a bit high strung, but she's got her priorities straight. She won't remove her helmet. Me? I think if you want respect, you gotta see the face of who you meet." The wide grin faded as he put the coffee mug on the coaster that Oakley provided him. "The symbol is Atlas, or so we're told, yes. As to his origins, I don't rightly know, never bothered to read mythology, something about globes and holding it or some stupid stuff. I don't go in for that nonsense. General Miles is the head of Deco's military and yeah, we came from the Mark, well, Deco. Mr. Mieux hates when we call it the Mark." Daniel shifted in his seat slightly and cleared his throat and sighed, "Where to begin, ahhh, Bismarck was a Pre-War city, and after the war, it devolved into tribes of raider gangs, our tribe was the best of the best, worst of the worst. The Grinning Skulls. That changed seven years ago. Mr. Mieux, this guy in a suit and tie, was just walking through the rubble, we were ready to scalp him and pitchfork him, but he showed our tribes leader, Flying Axe, just how backwards we really were by showing us how to use a stove instead of campfire. He spent a year among us, teaching us, promising us power. He took up all the rival tribes, scraqed and burned off our tattoos, and said to us 'Grinning Skulls, Blood Dogs, Slit Throats, and every other degenerate name. You are all dead. You now live to serve for the good of Deco.' Before you ask what is Deco, Deco was the old downtown part of Bismarck, actually...." He trailed off, stuck his hand into his duster and dug around, pulling out his faded and worn Pipboy 2000 he tapped a few buttons and pulled up a picture. "This sir, is Deco."

The picture was Mieux with General Miles and the old tribal leaders, now respected clean cut Pre-War dressed men, Mieux in a black tuxedo with a black bowtie, Miles in his generals uniform, the other two in sweatervests and dress shirts. The gates held in neon lights 'Imago Antiquees Globis' The walls were smooth, huge, powerful. "We spent two years building those walls. Thats our cities motto, Mr. Mieux told us it meant 'Image of the Old World' The streets are usually quiet, the travellers stripped of weapons. If that's what the Pre-War world was like, I can't say I disagree with leaving my Blood Dog roots behind." He put his Pipboy down on the desk and cleared his throat. "Ahem, anyway, we came here to take something from the Generator Room, something that we were told would increase the power output of our town. You see, Deco is built roughly in the center of Bismarck, a city in a city. In the center is the river that runs through it. Deco's powered and given water by this river. We have a hydroelectric generator. Mr. Mieux says he had the information off his holodisks. He comes from a Vault from California I guess. He says it is called Vault City, so I think it is just like your city."

OOC: I'm aware of lore, but Daniel and many other Deco citizens know very little about Vaults or what California is like, so they only know what little Mieux has told them about them and Vault City is part of the past kept vague to them because Mieux never felt them knowing what VC is like was important, as such, they think he is from the actual Vault itself.

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

Though being warm and casual, Oakley betrayed little, he had quietly hoped to be dealing with people as professional as the uniform – as it was he wished that he had been speaking to “Christine”. Talk of this man “Mieux’s past however was troubling, of Vault Dweller decent, from Vault 8; the database was incomplete and the nature of that Vault unknown to him.

“Oh,” Oakley said in an ernest tone, almost like serendipidously encountering an old friend. “A fellow Vault Dweller? Please tell me all you know, I may have to meet the man in person. So, you’re of simpleton decent?” Oakley said, making his acute interest in Mieux just one of many responses to what he had just been told. “Well you may be interested to know that you’re the first of your kind to have even set foot in here. It pleases me greatly that you were able to put your own savagery behind you so quickly, certainly we could do with a few more “Mieuxs” dropped into the Michigan Lakes area to sort those tribals out. As for Bismarck we are aware of it’s history, there is a defacto embargo on the whole place – not an official one of course, Capitalism protect us – due to the heavy presence of a local cult which objects to us and we to it.”

“As to your purpose here… I believe that the device that you are referring too is a… Hydroelectric Magnetosphere Regulator, indeed it would present you with some difficulty in transport being largely composed of glass spheres. However all of that is irrelevant as I don’t see what exactly you could offer me presently – given that you came here expecting to just take – that could be worth such a unique and irreplaceable component; we have one or two remaining and lack the ability to produce such fine super-conductors that are required to remake them.”

OOC: Despite being of Vault City decent, it’s still fair to say that he won’t have had any idea of what the Vaults actually were correct?

OOC: Only Vaguely. The idea is he traveled to 15, 13 (Though never got in), and the Bakersfield Vault, and has a vague deduction of just how the Vaults worked in the grand scheme of things, but he has no real knowledge of just what the Enclave is or what they did. For all Mieux knows, there's alot he doesnt know about the Vaults. He knows each Vault he's seen had an experiment, but he didnt know about Enclave monitoring and etc.

Daniel frowned, "You really don't want Christine, she'd had her way, she'd have shot you and tried to take what was down here, and claim this place for the good of Deco. She's a hardliner for patriotism. Me, I see the good, but I respect independence." In the corner Christine shrugged in a dismissive agreement with Daniels summary of her. "Anywho, I....don't know much about Vaults. To be honest, when we were told to come to this Vault, I was expecting another bank vault to loot. Not this place, this.....technical marvel. As to Mr. Mieux, good luck with that. He NEVER comes out of the tower, and no one goes in. No one has physically seen him since he built up those majestic walls of Deco. I suppose if you went to speak to him, you might get an invite, but honestly, don't count on it. Usually he does all his talking through General Miles or a monitor. He's oddly omnipitent. You spill a Nuka Cola on the street, and he's seen it. It's weird being ruled by someone who does everything for you, but doesnt really rule over you. So long as no one challenges his power, he's uncaring what people do with their time so long as it's productive." Daniel frowned for a moment in thought, "I'm not really sure what the device he's after is. That thingie you mentioned isnt it. It's some kind of umm...technical..." Before Daniel could keep stumbling over himself. a frustrated sigh from the corner followed by a filtered impatient voice. "He's looking for a RobCo Server Series 115-D7x control module, amongst several other tools. Mr. Mieux said that Vault-Tec had several components in a Vault that would go above and beyond the needs they'd fulfill. You really should learn to do more than soldiering in your spare time you neanderthal." Christine said slowly, but each word was sharp and fluid. Daniel rubbed the back of his neck and tried to play it off, "Heh, what she said. We need those things."

Daniel pulled up his pipboy once more and showed it to Oakley.

'Directive Deco-000697-

Daniel Jackson and Christine are to go out to the ruins of Valley City and commit reconaissance of a supposed Vault, this Vault will likely contain key components to an old run down server tower that will increase Deco's power output. If hostile, submit the report to base at once, DO NOT ENGAGE SAID HOSTILES, wait for reinforcements. If subjects near said Vault are friendly, they are to be bartered with and establish contact with their leader. There is likely no organized structure there, so it is unknown what is there. Your directive remains the same, obtain these components at all costs. Secondly, record all data of the political and economic structure of 'Jamestown', potential expansion of Deco's land prospects would find this information invaluable.

- Mr. Justin Mieux, President and CEO of Deco.

- General Arthur Miles. General of Deco Armed Forces.'

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

The casual attitude to business dealings was becoming more than Oakley could tolerate, indeed an edited and summarised version of the transcripts from this meeting would become “bad examples” in Business school-textbooks someday, Oakley would see to it. Grateful that he had an excuse to express his annoyance, he said.

“Imperialism, that is too loot and steal under the guise of a nation, is something not joked about in this town, Mr Jackson. In regards to the item you came here for and must “obtain at all costs”, so I will reiterate my previous statement, find something to offer us now or after a repeat journery perhaps; charity is a sin, Mr Jackson, and one not practiced by any decent human being in this town. And I thank you for your compliment, this place is a technical marvel, a city underground designed after pre-war Manhattan – one of the most famous commercial district on the planet. It is this place that keeps us free from the clutches of the water barons of Devil’s Lake as we have the only truly functioning water purifier – that can supply a large city anyway.”

OOC: Justin I am going to have to insist that you buy from Devil’s Lake – water anyway – Bismarck is downstream from Minot which means that the water is irradiated to a degree, unless you want to just put up with that of course – the wastelanders do.

Lord Richard Bolton
Devil's Lake

Richard walked through the large doors out into Devil's Lake. The Keep was build upon a hill. From here, Richard could look upon his city and beyond. Stone steps led down to a wooden stage, where public executions were organised by Jacob Hoffman. The criminal and former Ironguard soldier was still screaming, but quieter now. He would stop completely. Then, he would be flogged for another minute or so before his head was removed.

"Thane, I take no pleasure in these executions, you know? My people seem to enjoy the sight of traitors suffer, and I do not blame them." Richard looked beyond the Wastewall, onto nothingness. The wall had been erected after the war. Devil's Lake had been defenceless, and so the people scavenged the wastes for years to find material to construct some form of wall. Now it stood over ten foot tall, made of scrap and mud. The four sniper towers stood higher.

"We cannot appear to be weak. An Ironguard soldier murdered his brothers and sold my water himself, afterwards claiming he was ambushed and the water stolen. But my eyes are everywhere."

Two other of Richard's bodyguard stood around him. Carlson Smith was a broad, muscular man of African-American descent, over six foot tall. Claire Stoneworth was small and thin, but Joseph claimed there was nobody quicker in the Ironguard.

"It would seem Jamestown no longer... trust us. Well, I'm sure they never did. There is a large shipment preparing to leave on a journey to the ruin. I have decided that, seeing as they don't trust us anyway, we will raise the price some. They need water."

Another beautiful day in Devil's Lake. The flogging was attracting the attention of the freshly-risen people. Richard could hear Jacob boom about the terrible acts the man committed. The Lord of Devil's Lake shut his eyes as the sound of whipping ceased. A few moments later, a longsword was unsheathed, and the crowd around the stage below cheered as the steel was brought down on the man's neck. He had been a tribal, conscripted into the Ironguard after his tribe was destroyed. Putting him on a shipment was foolish.

"I would like for you to accompany the caravans. Six thousand caps should cover it. I know your job is to protect me, but the sight of a Blackcloak should boost morale." The soldiers of Richard's Bodyguard were the only people, aside from himself, who word cloaks in Devil's Lake. They were generally seen as the best warriors in the Ironguard, and serving next to one, an honour.

"If you have no objections, make your way to the lake. I have put five men to protecting it as well. More than usually yes, but we cannot lose another caravan."

Aiden - Emperor of Millennium Chi

Aiden slowly paced around his wood and metallic longhouse as the Dragon Lords, his trusted men, sat still in their seats that circled a large wooden table with a holotape player in the middle. After a little bit of walking around, Aiden sighed and sat down, the meeting starting. One of the Dragon Lords pulled up a crude, hand drawn picture of Devil's Lake, projected in thin air using the holotape player. He stood up and pointed towards one of the main fresh water sources of Devil's Lake.

"Emperor, our wells and the few fresh water sources we have are being tainted or running dry. Too much of our resources are being diverted to wars against other covens to purify the water system effectively. We have to begin trading with a major civilization. It may be hard to win the favor of such a large city but..."

Aiden interrupted him. "You...you're right. I hate to admit it but our self sufficiency has gone...under par from our wars. Our wars are mostly static. Our enemies have banded together and having clean water would boost morale of our troops...not to mention having neutral covens come to us for water. Are you sure our treasury is fit for such an endeavor?"

The Dragon Lord of Economy nodded. "Yes sir, we have enough caps to trade with Devil's Lake for about a year before we begin to show negative profits. However, our thousand caps a month will be cut down to 1/10 of that in six months if we decide to trade."

Aiden stayed silent for a little bit before turning to the military Dragon Lord. "Alright, we'll trade. Send three scouts, armed with our best concealable weapons, and give them a letter asking for a meeting with one of my envoys. Heighten our military power though...they may turn on us after seeing that we have the resources to trade with a city."

The military Dragon Lord nodded before doing as told. Three scouts were sent, armed with snub-nosed .44 magnums, carrying a message:

To the leader of Devil's Lake
Our Emperor of the Millennium Chi coven would like to meet you in Devil's Lake under our terms. The grounds will be a business arrangement involving your water supplies. Please return a letter or tell our scouts in person.

- Cordially, The Dragon Council

OOC: The idea is Deco has a purifier for it's water, however Deco is only 10 or so city blocks, and as such, it's purifier is nothing like Hoover Dam or Project Purity, it's enough for a village sized place like Deco, but they don't hand out or trade water, not regularly anyway. You'll see what those parts are for in the future when I find a way to incorporate it.

Daniel scratched behind his ear a moment and thought how to work this out. "Excuse for a moment sir, I need to contact Mr. Mieux." He pulled out the Wattz Radio, but as he spoke into it, he just got a weird scramble and static. "Er, I think your Vault is lined with radio interference tech, do you mind if I step out?" Without waiting for a response, he walked out, and politely asked if he could momentarily be taken to the surface to use his radio briefly.

Trying again, he dialed the jury rigged 'lock' on the radio and put it in the correct sequence and initiated the radio. "Attention Command, this is First Sergeant Jackson, seeking permission to speak with Mr. Mieux directly." A moments silence filled the air. "Ah, you're alive. I'd feared the worst, what have you got to report?" Daniel gave a synopsis of the journey out of the gates of Deco to Midas Valley, and when he finished, Mieux seemed uninterested in the town. "Good, oh, and the data old Pipboy of yours has just been transferred to me, don't worry how, you'd just get confused." There was more silence as Mieux brooded over the data. "Thank you for your extensive report, it behooves me to secure as much information as possible for when we cease to be a tiny enclave and become a mighty nation. So this 'Janos Oakley' fellow thinks he owns Vault Tec now?" A brief snort of laughter came from Mieux, "Well, he's mighty full of himself. Fine, if he wants to trade value for value, tell him I'll offer sixteen ingots of .9999 pure gold, and not an ingot more. He's clearly no dummy, he'll see the tremendous financial and practical uses of this gold. Tell him he'll have to make the shipment to Deco with his men, you two are needed back here in town. We have some farmers that have agreed to be brought into the nation of Deco. Now, relay my offer and give your polite adieus. Cheers."

The radio suddenly went dead with silence and Daniel left a bit inspired and a bit put off by the force of arrogance yet brilliance displayed in Mieux's voice. Making his way back to the soldier, he asked to be taken back in so he may repeat all Mieux told him to say.

James “Jason” Ashwood – Vault 86

Jason watched silently as Mr Oakley spoke to outsiders now known as “Daniel” and “Christine” they had come from Bismarck under the orders of a “Mr Mieux” supposedly a Vault dweller who had re-educated a bunch of tribes and raiders and formed a town of some sorts…

He had send these two, possible with others to Vault 86 to locate a “115-D7x control module” along with some tools, Jason was no engineer but reckoned it was to control water useage… Although what worried Jason is that Dainels order were to obtain it at “all cost”….

These “Deco” Soldiers were well armed and possibly trained, how many does this “Mr Mieux” have, could he simply attack the valley if Mr okaley refused to sell or could Vault secuirty easily repel any attack by them?

"Excuse for a moment sir, I need to contact Mr. Mieux." “Daniel pulled out a Wattz Radio, but as he spoke into it, he just got a weird scramble and static. "Er, I think your Vault is lined with radio interference tech, do you mind if I step out?" Without waiting for a response, he walked out, Jason followed him…

Outside in corridor/waiting room “Daniel” politely asked if he could momentarily be taken to the surface to use his radio briefly.

“Sure just don’t take too long” Jason said as he escorted “Daniel” outside were he attempted to call “Mr Mieux” again after a few minutes he made his way back to the Jason and asked to be taken back in so he may repeat all Mieux told him to say.

“Of course” Jason said as he lead “Daniel” back into Vault and to Mr Oakley office, walking inside Jason walked up to Mr Oakley and spoke quite so only he could hear

“Collague, before we make any deals with this “Mr Mieux” and his “Followers” I think we should see this Deco city of his and see how many “followers” he has… he might a protential customer or a new threat to Valley…. I mean what will he, they do if we refuse to sell?” Jason said

Janos Oakley - Vault-Tec Industries HQ, Vault 86

As soon as Jackson and Ashwood re-entered the office, Ashwood crossed over to Oakley and murmured softly into his ear.

“Colleague, before we make any deals with this “Mr Mieux” and his “Followers” I think we should see this Deco city of his and see how many “followers” he has… he might a potential customer or a new threat to Valley…. I mean what will they do, if we refuse to sell?”

“I agree,” Oakley said in plainly audible tones to all present. “We’ll discus this later.”

Oakley then turned to Jackson who reiterated Mieux’s proposal. Oakley nodded in agreement.

“Gold ingots yes? A man of class it seems. Very well that seems reasonable, I’ll be sure to have my top man escort the component back to Bismarck. If you have nothing else to add then you are free to go.”

Deco Military HQ

Daniel and Christine stood before General Miles, they gave excruciating detail of their journey and experience, a monitor with Mieux's image indicating he was listening in. "I see, well I'm pleased your journey went off without a hitch. The less we resort to violence, the more allies we could make. And you say this leader, this....Janos Oakley is sending his top men to Deco to retrieve these ingots? Excellent. Undoubtedly they'll be absorbing every detail of Deco as well. Perhaps these walls built with Pre-War construction vehicles and techniques will send them a shocking impression. You two needn't worry any further about this lest further noted. Dismissed." Mieux watched through the monitor as the two saluted and left. Mieux wasn't sure what to say when Arthur asked an unexpected question. "Mr. Mieux, I have a question, er, about Deco's emblem I mean." Mieux, though unable to be seen by Miles, cocked an eyebrow curiously, "Such as?" Miles stumbled on it slightly, "Well, you say the flag over Deco is unique, but it was here for long before your arrival, I remember seeing it in Backenwei-um, Pre-War structures." Mieux sounded uninterested, "And I dont doubt it, this was the flag of America. I model Deco after many things. We use tech from before the Bomb yes, but the style? This goes back nearly 300 years. To the 1930's and 40's. Your reformed image, the music, the daily jobs of Deco's citizens? All Pre-War. We are following a nation long since put into a coma. With Deco, we are slowly awakening it from slumber." Before he dismissed Miles, he added with interest, "Oh, and before you go, send an invite to Midas Valley, tell him he's welcome to come to Deco with an army, but if he wants to see me, he'll come into the hotel, alone and unarmed. Good bye." The monitor flickered off, the base silent once more.

It had been a long day, Charlie rubbed his temples, his eyes were sore and he had been up since the sunrise. Today had been the day of the monthly council meeting. The Cardinals of each compound gathered here to report that which had transpired in the month. And this month held nothing but good news, taxes had been paid on time, all the programs were going off without a hitch, attendance for civilians was at an all-time high. He knew he should feel nothing but happiness, and a little pride at what the Order was accomplishing, but he felt nothing but stress.

“Tensions are rising,all across the wastes, everyday Devil’s Lake tries to extend its influence over the rubble towns through control of water and military influence, coven activity was up and Tribals could be nothing but trouble. Though I’d like to be proven wrong. Midas Valley hates us even more, and this new town, this upstart Deco is on the rise, who knows what they’ll throw into the mix, or how they’ll affect everything. The wastes are a powder keg, just waiting for someone to light the fuse.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Charlie shouted.

The door swung open, standing there was Wilfred, his Ghoul butler. He was dressed in a dirty suit, and what remained of his wisps of hair were in a comb over.

“Still awake sir?” said the Ghoul. The incredibly hoarse voice at first scared Charlie but he had grown accustomed to it over the years.

“Yes, I’ll be off to bed soon,” Charlie stated.

“I’ll have the hot water for your bath readied. And is there anything else you will need sir?”

“No, I’ll be fine, take your leave.”

The Ghoul muttered goodnight before closing the door softly behind him. Charlie sat there, just trying to relax himself.

“So many troubles.”

The sound of the running water could be heard, then the sound of the faucet being turned off. He waited a few more minutes. Knowing the Ghoul would be gone now; he left his study and headed for his quarters. And there like always was a tub filled with steaming hot water. He took off his robe and immersed himself in the liquid. The water was calming for him, and slowly his mind eased and he drifted to sleep.

Thane Marinza
Devil's Lake

Thane followed his Lord through the huge doors that lead out into Devil's Lake; the view from here was the best Thane had ever had the pleasure of seeing. The whole of what he had fought for his entire life lay before him; a beautiful sight; Thane would take on an entire army to protect it. The Lord stopped, looking over his town before turning.

"Thane, I take no pleasure in these executions, you know? My people seem to enjoy the sight of traitors suffer, and I do not blame them." said the Lord Bolton; Thane walking to his side and sharing in the view of the fortifications that protected their home as much as any Ironguard soldier. He nodded, he did not take pleasure in watching the man die, but knew the people of the town enjoyed it and knew it was the right course of action for a traitor.

"We cannot appear to be weak. An Ironguard soldier murdered his brothers and sold my water himself, afterwards claiming he was ambushed and the water stolen. But my eyes are everywhere." his voice rose at this statement; the anger obvious. Thane too; would have been glad to be the one to end the traitors life.

"I understand, my Lord. I know these actions are for the best." stated Thane coldly, nodding his head slightly in a respectable manner.

"It would seem Jamestown no longer... trust us. Well, I'm sure they never did. There is a large shipment preparing to leave on a journey to the ruin. I have decided that, seeing as they don't trust us anyway, we will raise the price some. They need water." the Lord said, pausing to take notice of the towns people that were gathering and gossiping around the man being flogged. The executioner began reading out his crimes to the crowd, unsheathing his sword to the glee of the cheering crowd, he brought it down atop the mans head and silence seemed to fill the land.

"I would like for you to accompany the caravans. Six thousand caps should cover it. I know your job is to protect me, but the sight of a Blackcloak should boost morale." he stated; Thane smiled at this, the day he had received a Black Cloak was one of the proudest days of his life.

"If you have no objections, make your way to the lake. I have put five men to protecting it as well. More than usually yes, but we cannot lose another caravan." he stated, nodding in the direction of the caravan meeting point.

"Right away my Lord." with that he departed, he would first need to go to his house to pick up his war gear, while in town he only carried his Desert Eagle because he very rarely got in a fight in town; and when he did it was fought the honorable way; with either fists or blades. When going out into the wastes he suited up in Black Combat Armor with the insignia of the Ironguard on the chest and his Type 93 Assault Rifle in his arms. He walked down the huge slope that lead into town, smiling at the thought of heading out into the wasteland. He loved his home beyond compare; but a good fight came a close second.

Desiree Diamone - Jamestown counsel building


Diamone stood on the balcony of the old building, watching the hustle and bustle began to unfold on First Avenue. She loved the view from the top floor, and the fact that she was heavily guarded by Commander Barne's soldiers on each floor below. Which was fortunate for her, she had not held a gun for over ten years, four years after she had become a town council member. She was content in her position, as President of Jamestown, though she would venture the streets with her guards to maintain a good relationship with her people. Giving them a feeling that she was attainable for discussions of the towns greater good, and their concerns withing the settlement.

"Ms. Diamone? Carl would like to see you," said one of her guards, Roger, he was a clean cut man. Roger stood about six foot tall with short, wavy red hair.

"Good good, do send him out," Diamone replied, not bothering to look back inside from the balcony.

Carl shuffled out onto the balcony, a box in his hands, "Ms. Diamone, your Pip-Boy 3000."

"Do you see this Carl?" Asked Diamone, Carl squinted, looking for anything out of the norm but failed to see anything in disarray. His silence answered her question, "I do not wish for Jamestown to fall into Devil's Lake militaristic ways Carl. These people are genuinely peaceful, simply seeking out a safe settlement to survive in this vast wasteland. I wish to provide them with the means to attain such security."

"It is relatively peaceful Ms. Diamone, I very much enjoy working for you, you have helped to develope a marvelous trading hub within First Avenue."

Diamone turned to her nerdy technician, "you said you have acquired the Pip-Bot 3000 that I requested?"

"Ya...yes Ms. Diamone," Carl opened the box and held it so she could see, "it is the most up to date available." Diamone picked it from the box, turning it in her hands looking it over.

"And this goes on my wrist?"

"Yes Ms. Diamone, it does, this fingerless glove goes with it as well."

Diamone wrinkled her nose, "quite bulky is it not?" She placed the Pip-Boy on her wrist and looked again, "can you modify it to...let's say like a tablet of sorts? For it does not go with any of my wardrobe."

"Perhaps Ms. Diamone, but the health meter, and radiation functions will not work properly," Carl gave a questioning look.

"Carl dear, for I hold my health to my guards, they keep me safe. As for the radiation, I drink the pure water of Devil's Lake. Should I become ill with radiation poisoning, I have our local medics, they have the necessary medications for such an unpleasant experience."

"As you wish Ms. Diamone, I will get started right away on it," Carl replaced the lid on the box and shuffled off.

"Roger, do accompany me," Diamone motioned for her guard, he approached and stood on the balcony, "do sit." Diamone straightened her dress and sat on one of two chairs, "any word on the arrival of the next water caravan from Devil's Lake?"

"I'm afraid not Ms. Diamone, rumor has it that one of their caravans was attacked," Roger looked to Diamone's icey eyes.

Diamone laughed, "who would be so foolish as to attack one of Devil's Lake caravans? They are feared far and wide, which is why I try to keep peace with them, but some of the more recent developments have made me hesitant. I question their intentions."

"True Ms. Diamone, as I said, that is merely rumor. They travel heavily armed and only a group of fools would try such a thing."

"If it is indeed true, I cringe at the thought of what they would do if such a person was captured," Diamone shuddered, "perhaps you can check with you patrols, maybe they have more insight on the rumor and information as to any caravans heading this way."

"Yes Ms. Diamone, I will have my men look into it, I will return with an answer as soon as I possibly can." Roger nodded as he rose to his feet.

"Thank you Roger, you are a gem," Diamone daintily picked up her coffee mug filled with mut fruit juice and took a sip, continuing to watch from her safe perch atop the settlement's busiest street.

Lord Richard Bolton
Devil's Lake

After Thane left, Richard descended into his city. The people of Devil's Lake loved him, he knew, but that was no reason to become sloppy. Smith and Stoneworth marched quietly beside him, both with one hand upon the hilt of their sheathed swords. Swords were something Richard always had some... obsession with. Any man can pull a trigger, but only a real man can with a fight with steel.

The people cheered as he walked through the streets. There were not his subjects, they were his friends, his family. The Lord shook hands as he made his way between the buildings still intact after the war. The settlement was large, but aside from the hill, never high. A modest place, quaint. But littered with people. Richard never took a census, but the numbers were in the thousands. The city was divided up into three sections. The Central District, where the Keep was situated, was mainly residential. Lowtown was located at the west side of the city. Street merchants and vendors plagued the streets, selling their assorted goods. Nestled beneath the safety of the Wastewall lay the Slums. Overcrowding had become an issue in the city, but the Slums had a snug and happy environment. Its people were safe and leading comfortable lives. To the east of the city lay Hightown. The people of Devil's Lake rightfully see themselves as superior to the Wastelanders, and indeed civilised people from other settlements, such as Jamestown. And so there is no class, everybody in the city is equal. Even so, the wealthier civilians tended to purchase a home in Hightown, and so to did the merchants selling higher quality products.


After an hour or so wandering aimlessly through the city, Richard returned back to the Keep. At the foot of the stone steps, the wooden stage lay. This was Jacob Hoffman's office, his table and chair positioned next to the Gallows.

"Went cleanly, Jacob?" The headsman was scribbling in a leather-bound book, his execution accounts. Upon hearing his Lord's voice, the large man rose from his chair. He was bald, but strong. His arms bulged beneath the sleeves of the Ironguard's leather armour. "Aye, my Lord. The man's head is atop a pike outside the gates."

Richard nodded in approval and ascended the steps.. Outside the Keep, Callum Anthony stood, his black cloak fastened around his back."My Lord, Miss Sara Michaels requests you presence in the Throne Room."


Richard passed in beneath the grand door frame. After passing through the hall, the Throne Room was the first you entered, and the throne was visible from the doors. Sara was sitting in her chair next to the throne, and Joseph was standing over her. She was clutching a note.

"My Lord Bolton," she welcomed. "A letter, for you." Richard strode towards her and grabbed the note. "You opened it?"

"Yes. The messengers said it was from 'The Millennium Chi', in the Covens. It was about the necessity of water. I assumed, as econ---"

"Do not assume." Richard turned his attention to Joseph. "Where are these messengers?" The old man pointed out to the hall. "I left them in the small room left of the door. There are three."

"I've heard of them," Sara informed. "Slave keepers, if the rumours tell it true."

"Savages." Richard unrolled the paper.

To the leader of Devil's Lake
Our Emperor of the Millennium Chi coven would like to meet you in Devil's Lake under our terms. The grounds will be a business arrangement involving your water supplies. Please return a letter or tell our scouts in person.

- Cordially, The Dragon Council

"The Dragon Council? What the [censored] is that?" The Lord chuckled, along with his economy and military advisor. "Alright, my reply."

Sara procured paper and a pencil from her desk.

"To the, uh, the Dragon Council was it?"

To the Dragon Council of Millennium Chi. I, Lord Richard Bolton of Devil's Lake, see no issue with a meeting. This is my city however, and any meeting we will have will be under my rules. Note that our military is one of the largest and well-disciplined in North Dakota. But I do not write this to boast. You may set off as soon as this letter reaches you, but with a party no larger than ten seven men. Your weapons will be relinquished upon arrival at my gates. And, being the only settlement with access to clean water, a gift of gratitude is to be expected.

Sara finished scrawling on the sheet of paper and read it back to him. The Lord shrugged. "I see no outstanding issues. Anthony, give this note to these three messengers and send them on their way."

Aiden - Emperor of Millennium Chi

Aiden stood at his bedroom window, looking out towards his main town and heart of his war and diplomatic efforts. His crown, signifying his "divine right" to be Emperor shone in the outdoors light. Evelyn, his tribal wife, approached him and smiled. "You're overworking yourself...please, just let the stars take its course."

For a minute, Aiden stood silent before he sighed and placed his crown down on the bedside table and turned towards Evelyn. "Evie, you've been ignorant of the outside for some time...even as Empress of one of the more powerful covens...you've never been to the outside before. It's time you have...I'd like you -"

Aiden was interrupted by one of his coven couriers rushing in to his bed chambers. "Emperor, we've received the letter from Devil's Lake, the messengers just arrived! By order of one of your Lords, we have not opened the letter yet," the courier said and presented Aiden with a hastily scribbled note.

To the Dragon Council of Millennium Chi. I, Lord Richard Bolton of Devil's Lake, see no issue with a meeting. This is my city however, and any meeting we will have will be under my rules. Note that our military is one of the largest and well-disciplined in North Dakota. But I do not write this to boast. You may set off as soon as this letter reaches you, but with a party no larger than ten seven men. Your weapons will be relinquished upon arrival at my gates. And, being the only settlement with access to clean water, a gift of gratitude is to be expected.

Reading each word carefully, Aiden chuckled darkly and crumpled the letter up. "Well then, assemble the Dragon Council at the courtyard of the palace, courier."

The courier nodded and headed off to do his bidding. Aiden turned to Evelyn, who had been standing quietly in the corner, no doubt showing respect to Aiden, who even she felt like was a "God" like the other tribals.. "It's time you see the outside world Evie. Just this once, you're coming with me to Devil's Lake. Make haste in your preparations."

Aiden suited up in his Emperor's armor, which consisted of bullet proof body armor and real gold armor with pictures of dragons sculpted on. He wore his http://blog.travelpod.com/travel-photo/b.wirachai/3/1227055980/one-crown-of-the-king-.jpg/tpod.html and headed out towards the "courtyard" of the large, one story wooden longhouse they called a palace.
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The Council of Dragon Lords was assembled along with ten of the best warriors in the coven. Aiden looked towards the total of fifteen assembled men. "To make this brief, we've received word that the Devil's Lake wishes to negotiate terms of trade of clean water. They highly underestimate our martial art capabilities along with our military force. However, we're going for a diplomatic mission. So this is who I have picked for the journey."

The warriors tensed up, hoping they were the ones to have the honor of escorting Aiden while his council simply didn't care who was picked, their refugee days making them used to being moved from place to place.

Aiden breathed deeply and called out the names. "Seth Greene, Dragon Lord of Diplomacy...Jason Lee, Dragon Lord of Military...and Empress Evelyn. For the four bodyguards, I will take these four," Aiden said, pointing towards the four who were well known for their incredibly high level of martial art capability, at least judging by the Deathclaw hand gauntlets they proudly wore. It was a sign of a true warrior, signifying that they had faced a Deathclaw and successfully removed its hand.

The warriors bowed and then Aiden spoke very grimly towards the convoy, with a tone resembling that of a warlord. "They ask for a gift of gratitude...all they will find is a fair business proposal. I will not crawl under them as if I were a scared younger brother. If they speak of unfair terms, we will leave. Our scouts have reported of clean water in both Jamestown and Deco. While it's safe to assume that Jamestown got water from Devil's Lake, Deco may be a different case. In any case, in the case that they refuse to give us clean water, we will come up with something later. Now let's head off."

With that, the convoy left with two Brahmin carrying enough rations for the trip ahead.
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For a while, they walked endlessly in the desert but finally came to the gates of the Devil's Lake. Evelyn and the warriors wowed at the sight of the city, which they have never seem up close. For Aiden and his council, they had seen it all before and to them, they felt as though they should scoff at the Devil's Lake, believing them to be inferior to Seattle, who were the local warlords of the area.

Aiden signaled one of the warriors and they said to one of the guards, "The Great Emperor of the Millennium Chi Coven has arrived!"