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Art Credit: Myself

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Got told this would work well here. My Lone Wander slowing going ghoul after Project Purity.

Quick sketches of some Player Characters and NPCs from the TTRPG I play! I like to do this while doing some drawing studies.

Part 2 of the ex-communicated Follower of the Apocalypse Design, I had this laying around but I was debating whether or not to post because it still sketchy but I don’t think I have any time currently to spruce it up. I hope you enjoy all the same! I guessed the cash reward for don’t flame me if it’s too high or low considering in game economics lol

Commissioned for the HOI4 OWB Submod Enclave Reborn Redux.

Tanks are a combination of the Fallout 4 Tanks and Operation Anchorange Chimera Tanks to more resemble the MBT-92/Maser Cannon Tanks from Godzilla.

My own attempt at a prewar RTO for the USMC, using the Classic Combat Armor, with the F76 BOS Radio Pack and the Doom 64 helmet

Ex-Communicated Followers of the Apocalypse member takes up armed resistance against “NCR Imperialist Expansion”!
Art by Deviant_Teal (me)

I've been tossing around ideas for what's going on Down Under during the events of Fallout. Here's a representative of the first of my factions; an Aquilifer (Standard Bearer) from the Hammers.

The Hammers are a totalitarian military force based out of old Bunnings Warehouses. They keep the populace in line with their policy of bread and sausages, and bringing down the hammer when necessary. Their biggest foes are the Swedes, bearing the blue and yellow standard.

If they beat your settlement, they'll reduce the population by 10%

Chapter 11: Private “Knight” Investigator

I had driven to the site written, twenty second Washington street, I went down the narrow alleys, dark damp areas only lit by mere oil lamps.

I reached metal the staircase, which I was instructed to climb after “interrogating” some criminals. In there lay the solution to my problem.

I climbed up the staircase, first floor, second floor, third floor. There. A window labled with with:

Rich Investigations.

I checked if the window was locked, it was not, so I climbed in.

The office was dark, there was table lamp, there were filing cabinets, a cot hanger, a desk.

I stood behind a chair, probably the PI’s and then two others. A door to the legt oppened. A man walked in with a pistol out. He wore a trench coat a fedora and rough pants, his face was quite swaure and rough, one of a soldier, same type of side hair that the shady man had.

“Who are you?” The man is.

“A person who needs your help,” I said, “my partner has been kidnapped.”

We stared at each other for what seemed like a minute, then he holstered the pistol.

“Tell me what happened.”

“There was this man, side shave like yours,” I said, “he wore a top hat, a blazer and a white collared shirt.”

“I know that guy,” the man said, “been in my files for a while now.”

He took out a file from one of the cabinets, while I went to sit at one of the chairs. He threw the file onto the table and sat down opposite of me.

“Mr Winston,” he explained, “he runs most of the brothels in the city of New Saints, if he kidnapped someone, it’s kost likely a woman, and they’d most likely be at one of the brothels.”

“I want the man himself,” I said, “do you know where he is loacted specifically”

He thought for a second.

“He is most often seen in Great Waters, a night club near the riverside,” he said, “rumours say he has connections with the owner and they… exchange goods”

“I’m assuming goods means woman?”

“Correct.” He said.

“You know,” I said, “I’m suprised you made such a name for yourself and have such skill… Knight Sergeant Rich”

The man froze for a second.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t lie,” I interrupted, “I’ve heard how you fight, just like a a brotherhood soldier, and I can still see that olive uniform under that trench coat, might need to wear a scarf to cover the top”

“What’s your game?” He asked, “Enclave want me gone, or is it the Baron?”

“None,” I answered, “I just think you’ll make a valuable asset to our cause.”

He hesitated.

“What cause?”

“You see,” I started to explain as I got up and walked like a general briefing, “me and my kidnapped partner was sent here to dismantle the Enclave in the north; we were meant get back onto the road towards Davids”

I looked at him.

“But as you heard, she has been taken.”

“So what?” He asked, “what do you need me for?”

“Well one your wanted,” I explained “brotherhood like you will be hung by the government here, and two, you know more about this place than I, so I might need you to take lead in the investigating part of things.”

“And how do I know you won’t betray me-”

“Cause I want my partner back Rich,” I said, “the most degrading thing to me is knowing a harderned military soldier will be reduced to nothing a guy’s plaything.”

I extended my hand.

“So will you accompany me to get this rat bastard.”

He looked at it, and smirked slightly.

“You seem like a crazy guy,” he shook my hand, “but I guess some vigilante justice has been long due for this city.”

(story, art, etc was made by Contractor420 [me], the art was made on scratch).

Chapter 10: Least favourite hostage sitution

I hate this.

I absolutely hate this. I Ray Emston, recon specialist fo the 5th division in Idaho, is unconscience probably being kidnapped to God knows where, after being sedated dart by some guy you saw at a bar.

When I awoke, I was… on a bed? I looked at my surrounding, lovely painted red walls, a mahogany desk with a mirror atop it, and an assortment of makeup and jewelwy, and a few paintings of some old events.

As I stood up, I faintly heard an argument foing on outside; I snuck to the slightly openned door to heard it.

“Ivon von Ikerham!” I heard an elderly voice shout, “I am sick and tired of your stuborn obsession with not having a spouse! This is what you need to-!”

“Father you are insane!” A younger voice called out, “you kidnapped an innocent lady, an already married one infact, so I could what, marry her and make an offspring! So I can continue thi family line!”

“Young man do you have any idea what your grand father had done for us to get here!” The elder man yelled, “He had to run away from the Midwest fo Chicago, and had to survive in the Canadian wilderness so we could be here! This. Is. Not. Your. Choice!”

That concluded the converstation, as I heard foot steps walking away, then hurried steps to my room. I looked for anything I could find, then I saw a chair at the table. I broke off the leg, as the door openned.

“Stay back to ruffian!” I yelled, “I don’t have to blougend a man today, but I will if you make me!”

The man who stepped in was young, probably the voice arguing with the older fellow. He had jicely combed blond hair, emerald green eyes, a neck height red scarf, a black blazer, with yellow highlights and a white collar shirt underneath. He raised his hands up, kostly from shock.

“I was…” he paused, “expecting more of an afraid reaction.”

“Who do you think I am?”

“An innocent married woman my idiot father kidnapped,” he said, “that he plans to keep until I ‘fall in love’ with you.”

We stared at each other for a while, I decided that he might not be a threat and lowered my guard for now.

“So what’s the deal with your old man?” I asked, “heard you two yelling from the doorway.”

The man, who I assumed was Ivon, groaned when I asked that.

“He must’ve gotten some dementia or a mental disorder or something,” he explained, “cause he read some Greek book about myths, myths, and thought it would be a good idea to recreate it so I would finally get off my arse and get married, no matter how many times I told him I was disinterested in most people.”

I stared at him for what seemed like a minute as he paced around.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he said, “I know, it’s the most absolutely idiotic thing you and I have heard.”

“I’ve been kidnapped for better reasons.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“You’ve… been kidnapped before?”

Dammit! Said too much.

“Uh, well once, it was band of raiders and they tried to make my… husband pay ransom to free me,” I lied, “he buated into the den and uh… killed them all.”

“I know you’re lying,” he said, “you are terrible at lying.”

I cursed under my breath, how do I deal with this problem. I started thinking of how to avoid question, but then I thought about something.

“Who is your father?” I asked, “I need to know if I can trust you.”

“Well,” he started, “even with his incompetience to handle family matters, he is somehow the criminal mastermind of New Saints.”

Criminal, not with the law then, so maybe…

“Do you like the Enclave,” I asked cautiously.

He heaittes and looked around for a second.

“I have to be honest, I absolutely dispise them, the whole cause was better before those biggots got their hands into our politics,“ he said, “even though contriversal, to other pre war ghouls, Queen Romana was the best ruler we had, Queen Ovela is just an Enclave puppet and it what she’s doing absolutely hurting the people.”

So he hates them, I thought. I could not believe I had to trust this person to keep my secret but here I am, caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Ok, I’ll tell you who I am,” I said, “but you have to swear you’ll never utter a word of it to anyone.”

“I promise.”

I went to shut the door, suprisingly, there was a lock on the inside, so I locked it as well.

“I am not exactly from Canada, outside this room you call me Mary but my actualy name is Ray,” I said, “Petty officer Ray, I come from Michigan, I was here with my partner and we were sent to complete a mission in Canada, we were going to head of to Davids before some shady guy took me.”

Ivon turned to me.

“How did this man look like?”

“Well he had side wiskers, I think that’s what they’re called,” I described, “some top hat, a white collar shirt and a blazer.”

“Mr Winston? Makes sense,” Ivon said, “he runs half the brothels here, if he knew how to find an attractive toung lady, I’d be him.”

“Is there for me to get out?”

“No, not now,” he said, “my father might have the place locked down, but I know that a lot of people hate my father. Tell me, what’s your companion like?”

“Well, he’s resourceful,” I said, “he’d probably go to a private investigator for help, probably not some big name guy you see one bill boards, the authentic ones, the ones that actually look like they walk back alleys and have been through shit.”

“Well, even if he doesn’t find a PI there,” he said, “he’ll find a lot of vengeful people waiting for their chance to fuck up my father’s day.”

Before I could ask what to do in the meantime, a knock came at the door.

“Master Ivon, your father sent me to inform you that lunch is ready for you and your madam.”

“Yes, Xeno,” he said, “me and Mary will be the in a minute.”

I heard footsteps go away.

“Who’s Xeno?”

“Father just calls him X-24,” he said, “but I decided to give him a name.”

“Wait,” I said, “X-24? Is he a Synth?”

He looked at me shocked.

“How’d you know?” He said.

“And let me guess,” I said, “synths here are slaves aren’t they?”

He was even more suprised after that.

“I’m suprised you figured that out,” he said, “being an outsider and all.”

“Synths actually originated from Massachussets,” I said, “made by some under ground dwelling scientists, and they made those things as slaves, so I just based it off that assumptions.”

“Oh that…” he paused, “makes sense I guess. We should get going.”

He left the room, leaving me with my thoughts for a moment, I turned to the window and knew somewhere out there Ranger is bashing heads trying to find out where I am, while I attended a fancy lunch. I turned to leave the room and prepared myself for this temporary residence.

(NEW SAINTS ARC STARTED AND IT FINISHES AFTER 10+ CHAPTERS!!!!!)

[story, art, etc is made my Contrcator420 (me)]

“The Brotherhood Raid on West Roxbury Hospital was an attempt to search and secure the old hospital for pre war medical supplies and knowledge to expand the growing Medical Division of the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel. Star Paladin Bryson led a strike team of power armored knights and paladins into the Hospital that was now inhabited by super mutants. Going from floor to floor they would secure the hospital before calling in more knights and scribes to search the remaining rooms for anything of value."

Loved him ever since I watched him stabbed Finn right in front of me <3

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