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Hm. I kill coyote pups, IRL everyone would if one's gnawing on your ankles and its mother not far behind. Cazadors are harder to kill than deathclaws for me. With deathclaws, they're big and bulky, easy targets. Cazadors, even when [Hidden], they're buzzing around too much, too difficult to...

Nevest gave his muffled reply to Yasmin, "I cannot say I possess many things," then patting the side of his thigh, "but this piece of clothing has much space for small-item storage..." He looked to Tom, finishing his statement, "I believe the various pockets could store ten pints of blood or...

Nevest breathed out some of his relief, seeing as how the woman begrudgingly re-accepted his placement within the group when she could have more easily told him to take a hike. "You have my gratitude." Undoubtedly, the difficulty and friction of the group relations would be pressed further...

It was Tom who'd been the one Nevest expressed himself toward, yet it was Yasmin that was offended. So many mixed emotions overwhelmed him. Indeed, it was Nevest who was the "outsider" in this case, and despite his best efforts to convey an intelligent, capable man, he was seen as useless...

I'm fine with whatever happens. I chose to make my character BoS, I will deal with the consequences. Of course, I don't think I've been doing too well of a job depicting him as imagined, he's supposed to be a sorrowful character whose past alienates him somewhat, not a hot-headed elitist that...

The comments from those around him irked at him deeply, but finally the latest ticked too loud for Nevest to maintain his civility. "Fuck. Off. Outsider." From the moment he stepped foot in Freeside, foul language was commonplace for Nevest. And despite hearing, perhaps, a new swear every...

I must be doing my job.

^FO3 was quite enjoyable, but it wasn't a true Fallout title and its narrative sucked. Also, Gjefflin, triple post? Seriously?

''They not only took my brother, but then managed to lose him. If they are going after him too, I will drop them. Try to stop me and you'll just be more dead Steel.'' Her anger made her slip into using the raider term for the Brotherhood of Steel. ''Those are my terms. Don't like it, you can sit...

I love how that list only has 4 RPGs. Elder Scrolls, what consequences are there to have as the result of a choice? DA:O and DA2... weren't those like half-assed, Broken Steel-esque type play-after-endings? FO3 took Broken Steel to allow play after the ending, and it reflected virtually none of...

There was a subordinate sigh from Nevest. "Very well, outsider. I agree to those terms, I promise you that. But know this: Any unwarranted aggression towards my brothers will not be tolerated, nor should you expect my assistance in the event that they choose to attack. Are we clear?"...

Nevest nodded. "I always knew there was a chance that some of my brothers could have escaped the fate others faced at Helios One, but I never imagined so many could have survived... So many lives were lost, time and resources wasted... I had... simply given up." He buried his face in...

Nevest calmly replied, "I was at the battle of Helios One."

((Towards Yasmin.)) "I wish to join your group," he said bluntly to the woman, "I have combat training and experience, and knowledge of medicine and technology. And I possess a laser pistol, which is far more superior to those greased-up, lead-projectors." Nevest realized the subtly of his...

"Tell me this my mechanical banker friend,Have you ever heard of something called Bio med gel?, I'm sure your knowledge doesn't only lie in money exchange rates" Nevest chuckled, amused. "A healing agent, pre-War. I would tell you more, although I suspect you may already know... that, and...

Nevest ignored the bill being held up, keeping his face down. "It doesn't shoot lasers, no," Nevest said, reaching into his pocket, "but this does." He held his laser pistol with a firm grip, flaunting it. "You are an ignorant wastelander. Go on, take the New California Republic's...

Heading back into the Crimson Caravan lot, Nevest passes the mutant humanoid he encountered before, who seemed to be leaving. He gives him a quick glance, and although nobody could see, he has a bitter scowl of disgust from behind the T-51b mask. At the gates, he gently pulls one door open and...

"I'm sorry, I had a laser pistol and some energy cells, but I sold them to gun runners. I also had a plasma rifle and mf cells too, if you plan on going there." He sighed. "Perhaps I will go collect those energy cells, then... my name is Nevest, by the way." The woman came over and gave...

http://www.nma-fallout.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=58049 ^Rules. You didn't read them. And you've multi-posted way too much, stop hitting "submit" so much. No doubt a moderator will clean this up.

Eh, like I said, my character isn't used to speaking with outsiders. When an opportunity presented itself to leave, he wanted to get out of the situation.