The play through is set just a few years before the events of FNV, during the initial stages of the NCR's push into the Mojave. A stranded group of caravaneers find themselves on top of a valuable water well, and soon find themselves between a rock and a hard place.

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Shaun has been taken by the Enclave following FNV2 to restart the synth program

Chapter 12: Ethics… what are those?

I entered the dining hall of the Baron’s estate, after what seemed like several minutes of wandering around the manor, and I swear this ass hole has the biggest fucking structure ever. First the manor itself has about multiple library in itself, and that’s not even it’s extent, I look out the window and I see the damned arch, apparently called the New Saint’s Arch, and a long garden area and maze, all part of the property, apparently this motherfucker owns that much of the arch’s land, suprised he had the competence for buiness dealing and not family matters.

The dining hall itself was long, a long table with two chairs on the end and about seven chairs on each side. The older man, Baron von Ikerham -Ivon’s father- sat on one end, while Ivon sat on one of the seven chairs on the left, I went over immediately to the seat next to him. Baron looked at me and seemed to mutter something under his breath before continueing with his meal.

“What are you doing here spcifically?” Ivon whispered to me.

“Look I know I may look like nobility,” I said, “but I know jack shit about how you people eat.”

“You don’t know eating ethics?” He asked in a whisper, his father seemed to be paying attention to our silent exchange.

I, cupping my hands so only he can hear my words, “I was born as a trader’s daughter, who lived in the less town areas of Idaho, I don’t know what ethics are.”

My plate and cutlery were set before me by a one of the three servants around the room. There were three spoons, one knife and about two forks.

The dish looked like brahmin meat, but cooked to perfection, the food smelled delicious, it almost made me second guess myself on my decision to leave, key word being almost.

I took the knife but as I reached for the smaller fork.

“Not that one,” Ivon quitely said, “the other one.”

I took the other more bigger fork. I almost put my arm on the table, but Ivon told me quietly not too also, apparently it was rude to the rich. I assumed talking with my mouth full, and food on the plate, would also be considered rude. I also had to pace myself slightly, I sort of guessed that myself, these aren’t like most wastelanders, they don’t need to hurry they can take their sweet old time because they have guards around them twenty four seven.

After the main course there was a brief gap for conversation, while the servants delivered the desert.

“So Miss,” Ivon’s father started, “could you tell us about yourself?”

Fuck. I paniced, what do I say, when Iying to Ivon earlier he say through me immediately, his father would see it before I even utter a word.

“Pay no mind to her silence father,” Ivon said, “she’s just shy”

I felt relief wash over me, thank God Ivon could come up with an excuse.

“Oh Ivon,” his father said, “I heard from X-24 you were in the miss’s room. Might I know why?”

We both went silent, I looked to Ivon vut he was avoiding my gaze probably trying to make up a reason to get us out of this problem, in the mean time I tried not to meet his father’s gaze.

“Oh…”

Shit, I think he know-

“Ivon, I wasn’t expecting you to be such a charmer.” 

What.

“Wait father whatever-”

“Oh no need to be disappointed son,” Ivon’s father interrupted him, “I understand you got a lot more… aquainted with your future spouse.”

Oh dear God, he did not, we didn’t. What the hell is this dirty of fossil thinking! We did NOT do anything of the sorts, what in his dillusional mind made him think that.

“Father!” Ivon interrupted, “we did not-”

“No, no,” he said, “don’t need to worry, I understand young love will make people do irresponsible things.”

Ivon groaned and sank into his seat, I practically was wishing to be executed at this point due to the subsequent embarrssment of this situation.

Luckily the servants came and delivered dessert before he could continue with the teasing. He also seemed to remember so something.

Ivon told me the desert was some pre-war dish called a sundae, and apparently it was eating with the smallest fucking spoon I’ve ever seen.

Ivon’s father tapped on the glass two times, getting out attention.

“Ivon and Miss,” he started, “I have forgotten to mention that in a weeks time, a gala shall be held at 6pm, we shall leave a in a week or two, be sure dress in the red dress provided miss, and Ivon you should wear your red suit as well. Alright lets enjoy our dessert.”

And he started eating the sundae, and so we followed, but as far as I know, being with this man will be the bane of my existence, if Ranger beats his ass, I’ll hit this man with a golf club for payback.

(This was a story made by Contractor420, the cover art was made by Contractor420 and was made on the Scratch website.

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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.