Quarry Junction FunctionTime seemed to fly in the months after Mr. House's securitron army had decimated Caesar's Legion and exiled the NCR from Nevada, its passage as unstoppable as the explosive force of the detonation of an atomic warhead. Whatever remained of Caesar's forces after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam was just nothing more than feuding rag-tag bands of raiders preying not only on misfortunate travellers in Colorado and Arizona, but also, and particularly, against each other. It was rare to find one of the legionnaires wandering the I15, though the ones that did weren't wearing their old red-dyed uniforms, not wanting to draw the lethal attention of Mr. House's securitrons or vengeful former NCR vigilantes. Not that the securitrons and vigilantes would be the only threats to former legionnaires who had renounced all base villainy for the sake of self-preservation in an environment that had a multitude of ways of killing anybody, from raider to merchant to even, almost completelQuarry Junction Function by dawnofwar1987
Orzammar pt12Bownammar, also known as the Dead Trenches, was once the base of operations for the Legion of the Dead, spanning in size that over quadruple that of Orzammar's Diamond District. Built over a massive chasm that glowed the amber colour of lava right at the bottom of its fathomable depths, the entire fortress city, built from as far down near to the bottom of the chasm where a vast network of tunnels connected the Dead Trenches to different sections of the Deep Roads and all the way up multiple storeys above the wide-gaping chasm, was broken off into sections connected together via bridges that allowed quick travel from one section of the ancient fortress to another. However, due to the years of endless fighting between the dwarves and the darkspawn the architecture of the entire fortress had gone into terrible decline. Entire hallways had collapsed due to neglect, stone statues of Legionnaires had been cast down by the conquering darkspawn, and entire networks of tunnelOrzammar pt12 by dawnofwar1987
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Youre late. Commissar Raege stated flatly. Tardiness is a symptom of idleness. Do you know what grows from idleness? The youth shrugged. Whatever. Raege winced, well aware that the Cadet was trying to get a rise. My name is Conrad F. Raege, but you will refer to me only as Sir or Commissar. You have been selected from your unit to be trained and inducted into the imperial commissariat. The reasoning is beyond me, but one of the higher ups seems to think you have what it takes.
The cadet certainly looked the part, despite his slack expression. He was remarkably long faced and chiselled for one scarcely over 16, he also already had an impressive timbre to his voice. Wait, Commissar Raege? Of the Kuluth 2nd to none? The Legion of Murdering Bastards? the boy smirked incredulously Id always assumed you were male. He said all the while unsubtly observing evidence to the contrary.
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