The boy was beautiful, with distant eyes, dark hair, and rosy cheeks. A curious vessel for most holy Atom, or so Sister Mary thought. She had been traveling with the Inquisitor's war-host for a few weeks, since they had passed through Somerville, and though he didn't seem like much, the boy Avatar radiated the essence of the living God.
No more did it show than now, sitting on a hill overlooking the Commonwealth, as the Avatar of Atom sat crosslegged, eyes closed in meditation. Now Sister Mary had never been too devote, but she had seen enough in this lifetime to believe in something else, a divine hand or fate or whatever you wanted to call it. Since meeting the boy, however, Mary had given serious thought to the legitimacy of Atom.
"What's our next move?" Called a gruff voice belonging to a gruff man. The Inquisitor. "Has Atom revealed His will to you, Avatar?"
The Inquisitor was a forward man, and while he was a zealot for the cause, he lacked the tact and ceremony characteristic of many of the Children.
The boy Avatar slowly opened his pale green eyes, as if coming out of a trance, which Sister Mary supposed he may have been in after all.
"We are to camp in this place for the night," the boy said, his voice the lightness of a bird's chirp and the gravity of a roaring storm. "This place has good stock of food and drink, and the Children need rest for the trying days ahead. Many will fall," he added, almost as an afterthought.
It always came back to war, Sister Mary thought, though this was one cause she was willing to fight for.
Ever since the boy Avatar had arrived in the Crater of Atom weeks before, the Children of the Commonwealth had been ignited with holy passion. It was the boy who had started all the talk of Inquisition, if not indirectly, and the Children had been keen to follow Atom's will.
And now they were prepared for war.
Of course, the Children would prefer if those denizens of the Commonwealth would see the light on more peaceful terms, but the Inquisitor had insisted that they be prepared for resistance. And so now, gathered under a common cause, the Children of Atom marched to war, a great host united under the banner of their God, headed by His own living Avatar.
And looking into the boy's bright green eyes, older and wiser than eternity and as youthful as a child's, Sister Mary had one thought.
We cannot fail.
War is bitter. It favors no man, spares no woman, saves no child.
It is time for the people of the Commonwealth to choose a side. Across the land, factions will vie for domination, or for liberation. From the West come the Holy Inquisition of the Children of Atom. Led by a child known as the Avatar of Atom, the Children seek to spread their holy faith to the Commonwealth. From the East come the Outcasts, exiles from the paramilitary forces of the Brotherhood of Steel. A small and strong force, the Outcasts seek to liberate the Commonwealth's synths and ghouls from the tyranny of the Brotherhood. Locked in brutal combat with their former comrades, the Brotherhood of Steel, stationed from the Prydwn, seek to cleanse the world of those effected by the taint of radiation. Finally, to the North come the legions of the Communist Party of the Commonwealth. A governmental force stationed within the ruins of Vault 88, and inspired by the Red Chinese and Soviets of the pre-war world, the Communists seek to unite the Commonwealth into a utopian society. Only one faction may rule. Only may survive. This is war, and war never changes.
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Welcome to a new story inspired by Fallout 4! Taking place decades after the Vault Dweller's story, this plot will chronicle the struggles of several factions of the Commonwealth: The Inquisition of the Church of the Children of Atom, the Communist Commonwealth Party, the Brotherhood of Steel, and the Outcasts, a rebel group from the BoS. This story will be populated by characters you submit, and I would love to have two or three diverse characters for each faction! Form will be on my profile!