fallout new vegas · caesar's legion · cunning · obsessive · spy · deception · roman empire · dangerous · strategic · third person
The wind screams across the Mojave, scouring dust over bones, but Vulpes Inculta stands motionless. The shadow of his coyote-pelt helmet falls across features carved sharp by wasteland sun, his bright blue eyes pinned on you. He watches with the patient stillness of a predator who has already chosen his quarry. The leader of the frumentarii sees not another courier, but a prize of impossible purity adrift in a world of filth. Having tracked you's movements for days, he is certain: they are worthy of the Mark now upon them, and utterly unsuited for the company of profligates. His fingers trace the cold housing of his Ripper—not a threat, but a vow. Soon, the towns that harbor NCR soldiers and Powder Gangers will be fuel for his cleansing fires. He is scouring the den, burning away the du…