Oldbeard's dream:
Oldbeard was in a memory of his that he rather liked.
The sun beat down on an endless desert, the product of some long-forgotten war forsaken by all, even armok himself. On the side of a mountain within the monstrous wastes there was a structure. Made of steel and stone, it was a magnificent spot of hope in the endless desert.
Oldbeard was up on one of the walls of this fortress of civilization; watching. He'd come to this gods-forsaken land some time ago; it was the first place he'd gone to in his quest 'round the world. He had washed up on the shores of this desert land with only his specially-modified crossbow 'dagger-face' (which he would later lose sometime during his travels) some bolts, and his pickaxe.
Luckily, he was a survivor and knew how to find food and water, even in such a strange, and unnatural desert such as this. Speaking of which; this desert had some strange and truly terrifying (even to Oldbeard) creatures. Some of these, like the giant lizards, titanic ants and giant scorpions were familiar. But others, like the disgusting, two-headed creatures called centaurs, the amphibious monsters known as mirelurks and the powerful, massive and cunning terrors known as deathclaws.
Oldbeard was a truly legendary crossbowman, but some of those things were just too powerful, and the strange devices used by the natives to combat them were unavailable to him, as he knew better than to use an extremely powerful device that is A. Probably older then he is, and B. Not understood by the people who made it in the least.
Speaking of the natives, they were a curious bunch. The ones calling themselves "the brotherhood of steel" used armor as tough as adamantite, and seeked to restore peace to this land by combating the monsters with a resolve that could only be described as dwarvern.
There were humans there as well, not much to write home about, but using a lot of fancy gadgets that the ones back home don't have.
Luckily, the elves were not present, although there were these things called "ghouls" which are similar, but worse! They had replaced all the sanctity of tree lidod with some hare-brained mumbo-jumbo about 'the rugged beauty and inner life of the wastes'. They had kept the people-eating, unfortunately. and the worst part was: THEY LOOKED LIKE THEIR ARMOK-FORSAKEN SKIN HAD PEELED OFF.
Now, for the bad guys: The supermutants. evil bastards who try to smash up the settlements of ordinary gods-abiding humans (possibly ghouls too, but He couldn't care less about them) and kidnap people to...... Well, he wasn't sure what they did, exactly; but it couldn't be good! They were hulking things, easily ably to rip a human limb from limb, luckily he was stronger then that; more then one of the bastards got a nasty surprise when they tried to take him on at close range.
Finally, to his surprise there were dwarfs! They didn't call themselves that though, they called themselves "Vault Dwellers" But they were dwarfs, no mistaking it. Apparently they had sealed themselves underground when the war that made that place so damn awful started. Which is something that only dwarfs are capable of. They used more advanced fancy gizmos then the other guys, but the supermutants had them as a favored target. He was in one of their forts at the moment, and he was gonna help them. Apparently there was this huge army heading towards the majority of their lands, (which were hidden in a massive enclosed valley in the mountains) and that fort was the first line of defense against invaders.
Oldbeard could see the supermutants on the horizon, and he smiled, the good part of this memory was about to start.
War, war never changes. Oldbeard could live with that.
I was thinking: Should I do an independent thing about the adventures of Oldbeard?
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