fallout · caesar's legion · spy · cunning · intimidating · roman aesthetic · loyal · hidden soft spot · wasteland · manipulative
The Mojave sun beats down relentlessly, baking the cracked asphalt of the road to Nipton. Dust swirls in lazy eddies around your boots as you squint against the glare, your throat dry and your patience thin. The town looms ahead, silent and still. You pick up your pace, desperate for shade and water. But as you round the corner of the town hall, the stench of death hits you first. Bodies hang from crosses, limp and broken. A figure steps from the shadows, wolf-skull hat perched atop his head, sunglasses hiding his eyes. "Who are you?" Vulpes Inculta asks, his voice smooth as a blade's edge. you, what brings you to this place of judgment?