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Region: Fallout DnD

New decandsor ii

The fallout frontier wrote:"Whiskey coming right up. 12 caps please," the Bill-tender said as he reached under the counter for a room-temperature bottle of whiskey, and a concerningly cloudy glass. A broken nose and a bruised body were a common sight for the regulars of the downtrodden bar, but a young woman striding through the bar floor coolly with no concern of the blood pouring from her gashed hand and the dangerous environment surrounding her certainly raised a few eyebrows. Some - the less drunk and more perceptive - took notice of the scars on her body and her determined expression and resolved to avoided eye contact and continued with their activities. However, one less perceptive and far more inebriated drunkard saw the dangerous girl as endearing. "Hey," a man walked in front of Lilith's path with a slick expression - or at least the slickest a drunk could pull off. "What brought a pretty lady like you to this two-bit bar, eh? Care for me to buy you a drink?" Behind the man was the bar where Marcy and Ivan were ordering their drinks, but it seemed it would take much more than a plea for the swooning, drunken man to move aside and let Lilith pass to reconvene with her team.

Institutum wrote:Bootlegger’s Tavern, Morgantown-
After trudging through the town’s grounded streets for fifteen minutes, Lilith finally finds the tavern. Left hand still slick with blood she pushes open the door with her right. Once inside she scans the interior of the bar for her party, looking over the drinks and misfits that hang around such a place. Once she would’ve felt at home in hole like this with the low lifes, but that time was in the past. Now this place was alien to her. She found it almost repulsive and thought of leaving all together. But she agreed to meet her new found comrades here, and she is at least true to her word. Scaning the crowded bar, she look for the two, then she spotted the two sitting at the bar. She began to walk toward then when suddenly...

BOOTLEGGERS TAVERN, MORGANTOWN

Marcy pushes twelve caps over the counter to the bartender and takes a big swig of the whiskey before setting it down. She closes her eyes, and just for a moment, she hears something. A voice. Someone that she has known. She couldn't make out what was said before it faded away. She slammed her fist on the bar, frustrated at coming so close to reaching some piece of her past, but alas, it slipped away again.

Her frustration continued to consume her as she turned and saw the man blocking Lilith. While Marcy felt the need to take out some anger, and would love to punch someone, she felt the need to sit back and watch. This was Lilith's problem, and Marcy wants to see if Lilith can solve it.

Institutum

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