Old Orleans, New Trouble: A Fallout Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master SinBlade06

Finding a room for the night, Marcel runs an eye over his mental images of the Tin Man's armour; its hinges and creases and weaknesses. Drawing his switchblades, he practices for hours slicing his blades across the weak neck joint and then pirouetting away to avoid a following strike. With a thin smile, Marcel flicks the two knives up into the air, catches them behind his back and flicks them shut. "God help you, Tin Man" he mutters as he swings his pack onto his shoulders and walks out into the town.

Scab retires to the apartment near the outskirts of town that he and his brother share. (I assume) It is there that he tinkers with his gun for hours on end, late into the night.

-the next day-

"Frank, come check THIS out, heh heh heh," Scab says, leading Frank outside town. Finding a crumbling husk of a pre-war house half a mile outside the fence, Scab takes aim with his plasma pistol and fires. The bolt of green energy hits the wall, prompting a huge explosion of fire twenty feet wide and ten feet tall. What was left of the structure burned to the ground.

"That was awesome, bro!" Crispy says as he sees the explosion.

"Check this out!" Crispy says as he sprays the contents of a bomb out directly infront of him. The contets errupt violently, leaving scorch marks on the ground.

"Heh, that's good stuff."

After some time Lilith goes to work in the town selling some of the wares that she had acquired on her most recent exploration. A cigaret out of the corner of her mouth as she talks with some people. The more caps the better I can outfit myself for the next outing with these new people.

Profession Scavenger: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

After convincing a resident that they'll make a good buy, you've managed to make yourself a net profit of 7 caps.

Roll higher next time :) Everyone else can do the same sort of thing if they wish. Roll a profession or perform of some kind and you'll get 1/2 your roll (rounded up) in caps.

So... if I roll 20 I'll be able to sell a Fat Man for 10? Assuming I had one.

craft alchemy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Craft Alchemy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

The Bomb Brothers are rolling bad, we have to fix this.

Marcel, what I meant was if you had a profession or a perform you may roll that and receive extra money at the end of a mission, like in PFS.

If you sold a Fat Man you would get half price for it. If you refer to the weapons guide in the Campaign Info section, you'll get 1/4 the caps listed. (all weapons are half price, selling for half gets you 1/4)

As soon as everyone has updated their character sheets, you hear tell of a new shop that has opened up in the Old Orleans Square.

The Square is the center of town, commerce, and most importantly, Faction Territories. Anyone from the Ghoul, Super Mutant, Brotherhood, or Human factions can visit without any worry for discrimination or combat.

The Square is also where the traders that scavenge the ruins of Louisiana come to show their wares. Naturally, people flock to success, and attempt to start their own stores and stands. Most of these go away pretty early on, but a few have stuck around. Most noted are McGrady's Bar and Grill, the Flint and Steel weapons shop, and Miss Kathy's Boutique.

This new shop has already started pretty high in business. After arriving, the name of the shop is A&A Mechanics. People are outside, waiting for it to open. A mechanic is something Old Orleans hasn't had in years. When it opens, you hear the familiar voice of Andy welcoming people into the shop.

Andy and Adam will now be a shop. They sell scrap parts, housing accessories, and a few odds and ends here and there. They also will repair up to 5 points of jam for free due to you guys helping him get to where he is.

sweet

Marcel sets up shop in the Square, finding a handy corner in sight of the Brotherhood; no need to get attacked by some idiot. He lays out some items for sale.

10m pistol- 50 caps
2x Scrap Metal- ? caps
2x Scrap Electronics- ? caps
Hunting Rifle- 125 caps
Vault Armour- 87 caps (it has 12 DR, Leather armour has 24 so I halved L. Armour price)
Vault Jumpsuit- 30 caps
Total caps received for selling: 265

@Marcel The Vault Security armor is worth 100 caps in perfect condition. The ones you found were only slightly worn, and at half price, you manage to get 50 caps for them.

The Scrap Metal and Scrap Electronics are worth 1 cap wholesale, so selling all 4 gets you 2 caps.

The Vault Jumpsuit sells for 3 caps.

In total, you made 230 caps.

Sorry for ruining your spending spree.

230 caps is well worth it. What's available to buy in the Square? And I take it its full price from the sourcE?
Oh, and- any chance I can get the 'Mister Sandman' perk equivalent at some point? *innocent grin*

Meandering into Adam's shop,Max greets the man with a smile. "How's that shoulder doing? Thought I would come past and give it a check. gotta make sure it doesn't get infected. Your body isn't used to the world yet."

@Marcel Anything can be bought in the Square. McGrady's will get you food, Flint and Steel is weapons from the extra page for prices, and Miss Kathy's is clothing/armor using the Wiki for prices. And yes, I'll do something involving Mister Sandman.

Adam stands up from the counter, his shoulder in a few wraps from the Brotherhood. He's made some modifications to his vault jumpsuit, armoring it and applying pouches here and there. "Hey Max. Good to see you. It's doing fine for now. Come with me to the back room. Andy, take over the store."

"Yes, master." Adam leads Max into the back room. The back room is full of miscellaneous parts, junk, and the occasional robot piece.

After checking seeing that his shoulder is fine and just needs to heal on its own, Adam gets his suit back on. "Oh, I just wanted to let you know something." Reaching into a cabinet, he pulls out 12 railroad spikes. "I found a way to turn pieces of scrap metal into refined metal, then from that into railroad spikes. I know your Paladin friend would like this. Here, take this to him. If you find any more scrap metal in the Marshes, let me know."

Adam will now make railroad spikes out of scrap metal. It takes two days to refine and reforge scrap metal into railroad spikes. The exchange rate is 1:6. One scrap metal for 6 railroad spikes.

Pleased with the rate of healing Adam's shoulder is moving at, Max smiles takingthe spikes and saying,"I am sure he will! Anything that punches holes in something else always makes young Edward smile, hahaha."

Marcel stops in to Flint and Steel and purchases 72 10mm pistol rounds.

72 caps deducted, 190 remaining. Had some left over from starting.

Edward will hold onto all the food items he acquired.

After a brief period of reflection, he wanders through town and checks out the wares available.

Will have list of everything he is going to try to sell later today.

"I wonder what the others I met in the Vault are up to?" he thinks, before heading into town.

"Hey brother, I think I am gonna go check out the market before it closes and then dip by the bar. You should come with."

keeping my items as-is for now

"Eh, I don't think I'm gonna go to the market. Tell ya what, though, I'll start eating without you. How's that sound?" Crispy says to his brother, ending the phrase with a loud laugh.

"oh i see how it is, heh. I will see you there."

Scab peruses the market, not buying or selling anything, then proceeds to the bar where they were looking for help finding something

After giving Adam his exam, Max chats with Andy for a bit about his medical protocols before bidding both a good evening and heading out for some dinner. Being able to sanatize food has made Max one of the more popular scribes in the order. Being generous, Max is never one to avoid stopping past a local restaurant to ensure the quality of the food being served is up to snuff. Plus, free food never hurts either.

Lilth after selling her things heads to the bar to see what they need. She walks up to the bar tender leaning on the bar, So...i hear ya are looking for some help are ya mate?

Having retired to the bar after picking up some more ammunition, Marcel briefly raises his bottle of water in greeting to Lilith before settling back to drinking. He listens closely to the bartenders response to her question.

McGrady's is run by an elderly African American man with graying hair, a slight goatee, and a passion for making sure everyone else is a little better off than when they arrived by the name of Zatarain.

I'm gonna get a ton of flak for this. Imagine an old African American man speaking with a Cajan French accent.

"Ah, Lilith! One of my's favorite scavangers. As a matter a' fact, I is."

"I's managed to get my hand on a pre-war recipe for something called 'Gumbo.' I's been testing flavors and I cain't seem to find the right flavor. I's tried radroach, molerat, even tried some bloatfly meat. None a it tasted right.

"Then, I's had a epiphany. I looked the recipe over again, and it asked for crab meat. A course, crabs is long gone, but mirelurks is going on long and strong. I's had it before, and it was mighty fine tasting.

"I's looking for someone to go out and get mes some mirelurk meat. I'll pay 20 caps for e'ry pound I get. How's that sound?"

Zatarain leans forward, waiting for Lilith's response.

To get the meat off a Mirelurk, you'll need to make a DC 15 Survival roll or Scavenge. A Knowledge local can tell you where the nearest Mirelurks are, as well as something else about Zatarain.

knowledge nature to know nesting habits: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Well Zatarain me and my buddies can most defiantly try an get you some while we are out in the field my dear friend.

Knowledge local:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Marcel nods thoughtfully. "I've shelled a few mirelurks in my time; meat always tasted like brahmin dung to me, but maybe cooked up it'll be better. I'd be happy to help out."

Sense Motive to see if Zatarain's trying to kill us or anything.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"Oh, gumbo is quite good. Never knew how to make it myself though. No need, when you could go anywhere in town to get some good gumbo. Back in the day, of course."

"That was a long time ago, I personally can't wait for it to be cooked!"

Max walks through the door, giving a wave to the man behind the bar as he does so, and takes a seat with the others. "How are things? Are finding Orleans to your liking so far?"

Both knowledge rolls don't tell you anything. Mirelurks live in swamps, and you're surrounded by swamps.

Zatarain isn't trying to kill you. If you die, it's not his fault. You accepted the mission, remember?

"Ha ha! Tre magnifique! I's get the pot going. You'll bring it back here as soon as you can, yeah?"

Quest: An Acquired Taste
Bring back Mirelurk meat for Zatarain.

Edward sells the following, assuming he can find a buyer for them:

"How are you holding up, Adam? Shoulder doing ok?"

Once that conversation concludes, he heads to the tavern for a refreshing beverage and some company.

Entering just after the others agree to obtain mirelurk meat, Edward greets everyone. "Hello all. What's this about another mission? You heading out to fetch back some mirelurk meat? Count me in."

He hefts his railway rifle with an eager gleam to his eye.

"I've been itching to try this bad boy out."

"Speaking of,"Max says as he plunks a bundle of metal spikes of teh table,"Adam thought you might be needing these. Said he can make you some more if you brong him the metal to do it with."

Do you happen to know a good nesting area for Mirelurkers? She smiles with the thought of taking down some big monsters and gumbo.

Fat fingered that "i" in bring, haha.

"Excellent. I have about a dozen pieces of scrap metal back at the base. I will have to drop them off to be processed."

"Sorry. I don't know much about mirelurks. About all I know is they're dangerous, and live near water."

know nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 about mirelurks

Scab only knows as much as Lilith knows, which isn't much...

"If youse need a hand, I know where there be some Mirelurks. I haven't had time to do it m'self since I's opened the store. I would, but I'm not as youngblooded as I was. I know's there's a large group of them out by the old water treatment plant west of O'Leans. That place would be the best to find them. Be careful though, they's breedin' there too."

Zatarain hears another customer. "I's needin' to get to other customers. Bring back that meat, ya hear?" And with that, Zatarain leaves you to your business.

True to Fallout, you don't have to do this mission now. There is a story here in Old Orleans, but this is a side mission.

"While I have everyone's attention, I would like to bring up a possibility. Seeing as how we all have rather unique talents, and were able to work successfully together in the Vault, what would you say to forming a company together?

We could establish ourselves as 'for-hire' trouble shooters and prospectors, and manage to turn a tidy profit while doing good for the citizens of the city.

I am currently without assignment, and barring re-assignment to a non-travelling position, I believe this falls well within my jurisdiction and purview as a Knight-Brother.

Mutual defense, mutual profit, maximum safety while we explore and pacify this lands? Sounds like a good idea to me."

"Sounds good to me. Then i will be somewhat more safe while i field-test my weapons."

"Hmm..." Marcel strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Groups do always work best out in the wastes; I've found too many single skeletons out there. Never found one in power armour, though... I accept, sir. May this venture prove mutually profitable."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa... I think the Knight Brother needs a nickname if he gets into our little elite cadre of hobos. We already have Crispy, Scab, and the Wise one. What do you want to call him, brother?" Crispy says to the group.

"Hmmm... Tin Man... Anvil... hmmm, can't think of anything at the moment. I am hungry. Beans...." Scab trails off, before ordering some food

How about Eddie? And is Lilith gonna get a nickname too?

Outside the bar you hear the sound of gunfire and a guy yelling in pain.

"Some po'boy just tried to steal the wrong pile a caps," Zatarain comments as he hears the gunfire.

In Old Orleans, Snipers are posted on the rooftops and in lookouts across the city. Anything that would be considered a crime is met with a swift gunshot. Surprisingly, crime rates are very low in the city.

"Knight-Brother is my title. If you prefer to call me Edward, or some other shortened form, that is fine. I was under the impression that "Crispy" and "Scab" were your names."

Hearing the gunshots ring out, Edward turns towards the door. "I should check this out, make sure everything is OK. Anyone interested in coming with?"

With that, he heads out towards the cry of pain.

Nodding and pushing back from his chair, Max says, "Suppose it is my job." He then follows Edward out the door.

"Eh. Too hungry. Tell me about it later."

Nah, twas the idiots fault for breaking the law She replies before looking over to Zatarain Do ya know a good place to go Mirelurk huntin?

Scab will look out the door at the commotion, but doubts there is any need for him to add to the fracas