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Post by mrflowers on Oct 18, 2011 1:34:32 GMT -5
Jesse will ask around and try and find an old sith temple in which he can vanquish and sith force ghosts and absorb them into the runed lightsaber.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 18, 2011 16:35:37 GMT -5
Sounds good. It is possible that some Sith Temple was either made in the Apocalypse or in the primordial times of humanity. Further, there may have been a connection in the Middle Ages. And the world has transformed and expanded, which might lead to an expansion.
Luckily, Jesse hears about a Sith Temple from the caravans in Arizona.
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 19, 2011 18:44:37 GMT -5
Perfect, Jesse will set off in the direction of the temple, The while teaching his squire about the force.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 19, 2011 19:10:30 GMT -5
On horse, on foot, try to get flight or a caravan?
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 19, 2011 19:19:35 GMT -5
Travel with caravan, see if we can book passage by offering protection.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 20, 2011 3:34:55 GMT -5
Sounds good. That means you head to NC first.
As you pass along the way, a small group of travelers passes by you heading south. It seems they are going to the great and awful landscape of Los Angeles. You can hear them saying, idly trying to fill the time as horse-drawn buggies and one battered old truck make their way across highway remnants:
"What the fuck is up with the dead guy?"
"He's got a Cyber-Knight with him, can't be all bad".
"Man, bro, I think I heard of these guys. 'Death Knights'. There's an order of them up in North Dakota".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 20, 2011 13:51:30 GMT -5
Jesse gives them his biggest grin as he quickly trots over.
"Another Death Knight group? Marvelous! Do you know if they are the puppets of the lich king or more of the Ebon Blade?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 20, 2011 16:56:29 GMT -5
Everyone looks at him. Even the ones who spoke up in Jesse's defense have a body language indicating that they are confused and more than a bit afraid. "I have no idea, dude".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 20, 2011 17:16:37 GMT -5
"Do you fellows even know the difference?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 20, 2011 18:07:43 GMT -5
"Nope. Just heard they's good guys up there, ese".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 20, 2011 18:39:13 GMT -5
"Well introductions first. My name is Jesse Robert Flowers II, I am going north in hopes for adventure"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 20, 2011 20:32:25 GMT -5
Everyone looks from side to side. "Carl". "Bobbo". "Red". "Doc". The sole woman says, "Jess". Carl explains, "We're on our way to work in LA".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 20, 2011 21:04:08 GMT -5
"Work in LA? I thought that town might have been demolished but i am glad it is workable, if I may inquire what sort of work are you doing?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 21, 2011 2:03:18 GMT -5
"Whatever we can find. We heard that there was plenty of fishes to be had".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 22, 2011 2:32:45 GMT -5
"Well to each his own I guess! I also couldn't help but notice the mix of fear and confusion you had for me when i approached, truly you have wounded me dear fellows! Doubting my character!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 22, 2011 4:04:29 GMT -5
Doc responds, "Hey, fuck you, man!" Carl waves him down and explains, "Ain't no doubts about it, mang. Ya gotta keep an eye open each direction and one on your ass. Can't trust no one, not at first at least".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 22, 2011 4:41:05 GMT -5
"Hey I understand completely, so no hard feelings, anyways you all have a good day now!"
Jesse continues along north
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 22, 2011 15:07:08 GMT -5
OOG: No, you haven't gotten to the caravan yet. This was just a random encounter along the way to Nevada City.
You arrive in Nevada City. Outside of town, roughly where the hill comes out of the Brunswick Basin and delves back into the valley, there are the rotting bodies of several Super Mutants, shot in the back by laser rifles. They have, of course, been well looted. The area seems far sparser than before: While the cement mixing and vehicle yard is still there, and is in active use, much of the buildings are shuttered, broken down or were gutted. The road is still in decent quality, but Jesse sees almost no foot traffic. Jesse realizes that the actual loss of life from the Apocalypse may not have been as bad as it seemed: If the world in general is as well off as he's seen, then there may be one to three billion people left.
Eventually, as Jesse gets closer to the Gold Run area, he sees that much of the trees have been cut down to allow for easy sight. There are the familiar battlements and walls Jesse has seen in most of the post-apocalyptic communities, plywood and barbwire and mortar and cement and rocks and broken down cars, that make a rough defense around the entire area and indicate where Nevada City roughly is and isn't. He sees several things quickly: The density of the area has increased markedly, Nevada Union has become the one school while all the other schools have been turned into housing or workshops, there is a much thicker pall of smoke from forges and mining, there is a faint smell of sulfur that doesn't ever quite go away, the city proper has expanded massively and the housing areas form a kind of ring. The areas around Banner, Red Dog, etc. have been largely abandoned.
Jesse finds a central caravan staging location near where the highway gets numerous lanes and turns towards Bloomfield and up towards the mountain. He immediately gets many caravans bidding on him.
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 22, 2011 16:49:28 GMT -5
Jesse will ask the cyber knight (who is now named steve)
"So who do you think we should go with eh Steve?"
Jesse will also try and use the force to determine which caravan will need him most.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 24, 2011 5:23:53 GMT -5
There is only one caravan that will be passing near North Dakota, so that is easy enough.
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 24, 2011 18:59:45 GMT -5
Jesse will approach the head of the caravan "Hello, my name is jesse and I will be your caravan gaurd for for the trip"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 25, 2011 2:06:26 GMT -5
The caravan leader, an iron-haired woman in what looks to be her early 50s (though she could easily be much older or younger depending on her access to technology and living standards), looks you up and down. She seems to realize that you want on board and is going to leverage it. "Fine. 200 NCR bucks a day, food and water supplied, E-clips charged, limited basic ammo at my discretion, you ride in the guard caravan unless you have your own ride, you bunk in the guard caravan unless you make other arrangements. We're going north, we have this and that, nothing too dangerous".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 25, 2011 2:41:09 GMT -5
Jesse will give her a big smile
"lets make it 300 since I won't need any of your food and 150 per battle fought on your behalf. Do we have a deal fair maiden?" Jesse will extend his hand and if she accepts he will kiss the top of her hand.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 25, 2011 16:32:51 GMT -5
"Done". When you kiss her hand, she stares with an admixture of incredulity, irritation and a smidgen of charm. "You're a queer sort, gotta say. We leave in an hour".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 26, 2011 17:59:04 GMT -5
"I'm ready to go right now but I guess I can attend to my own vices"
Jesse will turn to his squire "And by vices I propose a drink and hopefully a bar fight, what say you"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 26, 2011 19:03:21 GMT -5
Robin says, "I have nothing against a drink. I have everything against starting a fight".
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 26, 2011 19:38:56 GMT -5
"You wound me great knight! I would never ""start"" a fight in bar"
Jesse says this walking into the nearest saloon.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 27, 2011 11:55:37 GMT -5
"I see. I would add that the most prudent thing to do in most bar fights is to leave for another bar".
The nearest saloon, being closest to the caravans, does seem to be more rough and tumble. An old jukebox plays country western songs from throughout the 20th century, though there also seem to be a few new songs in there from local performers. The prices here are dirt cheap, but the liquor seems to be worth what you pay for. Jesse also sees that there's a lunch menu. The items are cheap bar food: They have hot wings, the Lode Burger, a steak and eggs special with bacon, and an array of sandwiches. The bartender is a slim man of apparent Asian descent. There appears to be a highly cyberneticized orc bouncer. The people inside seem to be a strange mix of mercenaries, truckers, caravan drivers, a few apparent family men and women who simply wanted to get a drink and a bite before they left, miners, confidence men and flim-flam artists, roaming prospectors, scavengers, hackers and drug addicts. Both the orc and the bartender seem to have an eagle's eye out for pick-pocketing.
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Post by mrflowers on Oct 28, 2011 2:38:42 GMT -5
"Good afternoon good tavern folk!" jesse bellows as he sits down at a table
"I will have your largest steak and...Beer, lots of good beer"
"Is there anything you want" Says jesse to his squire
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Oct 28, 2011 2:59:24 GMT -5
Robin replies, "Just some jello wine shooters with a beer chaser". The bartender raises an eyebrow, but pours two beers and throws a steak on the grill. He then takes out a spray nozzle. The nozzle pours this gelatin substance, which he fills with wine then tops off with tequila. Robin takes the drink down then chugs the beer. However, Jesse notices that, even with this large amount of alcohol, Robin seems to have his senses attuned. He seems to have found a way of nursing his drink without nursing his drink. Robin then places some caps on the table. "I will be covering the tab, Sir Jesse".
Everyone in the bar looks at Jesse and Robin. "A Cyber-Knight and a free Death Knight, huh?", one man, apparently a local, says. Another with a moderate southern accent says, "Great! Change of pace!" There's hooting and hollering, offers to join poker games and many eager questions.
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