Ice
2018-06-11, 12:19 AM
Here is my first attempt at writing a Campaign log. I am not even sure if this is the right place to post it. I blame the Legend himself Kaveman26 for inspiring me to make a log… CURSE YOU KAVEMAN! If you haven’t read any of his logs check them out.
After My DM’s last campaign ended (DnD 4e level 1-29) He decided to take a break so he could work on his next big project. I filled in for a couple months so he could plan it out. The only thing he would tell us is that it was a in depth Fallout skin for 5e. You heard that correctly. A fallout campaign using the 5e rules as a base.
So, my mini campaign ended and he finished his massive skin for 5e. I couldn’t hide my excitement and want to share this campaign with other people. Something I didn’t do for his last campaign and regret. I’m stoked to share this with you. Although im not sure how to upload pictures. Also i must apologize my spelling can be bad, although i do my best to catch it in re-reads i do miss some things.
The Setting: The setting is a Fallout World. We honestly don’t know much about it at this point however he did let slip over the couple months of waiting that it would take place in Japan. Not mainland but one of the Islands. Other than that, he said “don’t hold true to the fallout world, some of the creatures I will be taking liberties with”
Session 0: Game Settings: We show up the day of and he had some questions for the group. Mainly what type of campaign we wanted. We discussed them and this is a list of house rules or general campaign rules we agreed on.
Heroic or non-heroic? Non Heroic, the world does not care if we succeed.
Open World? Yes, if we wander into the wrong place we will die.
Meta Knowledge? No
Mysterious Stranger? Maybe
Cut Scenes? Hard No (what is the villain doing while we are doing x)
Behind the scenes? Hard No (why wont the door open? The mechanics behind x happening)
PvP? Allowed via Notes, to make plans without the other members knowing.
Threat System? Used to see how the world reacts to things we do. Invoke threat to get advantage, spend to give enemies advantage (decreases our threat though), It also is acquired over time or when we make mistakes.
Level of Autonomy? Don’t care, the DM can make or change things about are characters and their pasts. I have a long lost sister? Cool.
Magic? No player magic, NPC a low amount of magic is allowed.
He also states he added a few things but he doesn’t elaborate on what they are. He tells us we will find out. Thus, we started the campaign…. Wait… were we supposed to have characters?
Session 1: In the beginning
My eyes where closed as i came to. The floor, or i assumed it was the floor, felt warm. The air above frigid. Breathing seemed to be an effort as slowly my consciousness faded into nothingness. As I came to again the ground was less warm, the air less cool on my skin. I had skin? That was a good I guess. I could hear the talking of voices. Strange words I couldn’t pick out what they were. With effort I opened one eye, then the other. I laid on the floor, people standing around me. Everyone was naked. Still laying I turned my head to gaze around the small room.
I was with 15 other people, mostly humans however three stood out amongst the rest. A Ghoul lurked in the group, and towering over everyone was a Super Mutant. At least I had a vague recollection of what they were. The ghoul was pale, plagued by radiation his hair, for he was a guy, was almost nonexistent. The Super Mutant Towered over the rest, standing a solid 10 feet tall he was bound in muscle, but he seemed tired. As I watched he sagged against the wall. The last figure that stood out was a small girl about the age of 8.
The room was 40 feet square, dark save for a flickering light let in by the open door. The room and door had no vents and no windows. I gathered my strength and heaved myself off the ground. I looked down
DM: “Are you a man or a woman?”
Me: “Uhhh, I think I’m a man”
DM: “I Have Caucasian, Asian, and some mixed”
Me: “Caucasian, I want to be older”
The DM Pulled out a card, turns out I am Russian. As I looked at my hands I feel that they should be calloused instead they are clean and smooth. The voices around me are speaking a dialect I recognize as Japanese. Thinking back, I have a recollection of being in Japan, however I’m not sure why let alone how I got here. I don’t speak Japanese well, however I picked up enough words for basic communication.
My fellow Players Picked their characters in the following order, we have the ability to communicate in broken Japanese.
First:
Gender: Female, Pretty and the most attractive (Nickname: Chick)
Race: Japanese
Speaks: Japanese and American English (Not British English)
Second:
Gender: Male, red hair (Nickname: Red)
Race: American English, Korean
Speaks: American English and Korean
Me:
Gender, Male, Hardy Looking (Nickname: Russian)
Race: Russian
Speaks: Russian
Last: Gender: Male (Nickname: Ghoul)
Race: Ghoul (Japanese base)
Speaks: Japanese (Im not sure if he has a second language)
By the door stood a cute Japanese girl in her late teens. Im going to call her Chick. She was by far the most attractive person in the group. She was examining the door. I spoke to her in Russian. She looked at me funny so I switched to my broken Japanese
Me: “What do you see?”
Chick: “The door is trying to close but something is stopping it”
Sure enough upon closer inspection the sliding doors motors would make a whirring sound then stop as if hitting something unseen within the walls. A few seconds passed and it would make the sound again. The hallway was short. There were yellow arrows along the walls pointing towards the room we currently occupied. The paint seemed old and flaked in places. Im not the investigation type so I wandered over to the sagging Super Mutant nodding as I approached. He straitened up as I leaned against the wall. If I know one thing about these situations having a friend who is bound in muscle could come in handy. The People where finally noticing the situation as well. No one knew where we were nor anything about their pasts. They were generally uncomfortable a older lady in he mid 60’s comforted the Small Girl. The people began to bicker among one another. I noticed the Chick slip out the open door I followed her down the short hallway into a larger room.
This room was much more welcoming and slightly larger. a open door lead to another hallway. We found a pile of clothes on the ground. They seemed to be made out of recycled plastic. On the back of them in English they said ‘Vault 7324784’. Although I only speak Russian fluently so she could have been lying to me. Hah.
Chick: “wearing clothes might ease some of the tension”
Me: “Won’t hurt”
Fully clothed the group made their way into the bigger room. The room was bigger but not much, it seemed to be some form of lab storage. The ground had broken glass and a strange Flakey substance on the floor. It wasn’t very clean and the paint here was also old. We found some sharp objects and a drawer full of shoes. The leather of the shoes seemed to have aged away making them non-usable but the rubber soles and laces seemed almost new. It screamed odd. I poked wholes in the soles and fashioned a pair of sandals so the glass wouldn’t bother my feet, we made a pair for anyone who asked.
As we sat making shoes the door of the first chamber slammed shut, a light on a control panel lit up and beeped a few times and the second hallway (two doored hallway) also closed. We heard a rumble of machinery. A few minutes later the light shut off and the doors opened. Our starting room was hot. As if it had been heated to and extreme temperature.
Ghoul: “Its an oven?”
We shrugged. Investigating the other hallway. The door was open, a short hallway lead into a larger hall. The Ghoul heard a robotic voice come from door near the end. The hallway had three doors on one side and two doors on the other. The far end of the hall had what seemed like large siege door 40 feet wide. The door directly across from us at was point was sturdy. However, some large creature with very sharp claws had ripped a whole through the middle. Not large enough for our Super Mutant friend but big enough for a human to crawl through.
After some talk we decided to see what the robotic voice was saying. We opened the door next to the siege door and found ourselves in a security room. A speaker on the wall was blasting a repeat of some form of warning message. The message was in American English. The room itself was in disarray like it was sacked but engraved on the walls was a map of the facilities. The most interesting room is a very large area that was unlabeled it was over twice as big as the rest of the facility combined
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XaCKhjdsdEdSRuAumY5H3zWMTvADarja
Me: “That has to be where they get food and clean oxygen.”
Red: “Makes since considering there are no windows and this is a vault they would need a source of food and air”
Ghoul: “Assuming the air outside is toxic”
We scanned the map, the room we started in was called ‘Project Rebirth’ the storage room lead to the hallway with three decent sized rooms Two labs and the one with the hole it was the Cryo Chamber. Deciding the creature must not be in here still we squeezed our way into the Cryo Chamber. Inside were one human sized cryo tube and a larger one, both empty. There were also 6 areas that no longer had tubes in them. Everything not bolted to the floor was gone, and it looked like what ever creature was in here had thrashed the place and left. The tables had seen better days and large gashes where in the walls and tables.
At this point with much rumbling and grumbling we realize we are hungry. Not finding anything useful we head back to the map and discus what we are going to do. Together we settled on going to the Kitchen. We leave the security room towards a 20-foot-wide hallway. The warning is still blasting through the speakers mounted on the walls.
The Hallway was perfectly clean. Not a speck of dirt or dust. We walked by signs on the wall and at this point I put away my pencil, no need to map a place that had maps on the walls. We passed a large siege door that lead to the armory, no way we where getting through that. And strange security check stations that had walls made of thick plastic like a window.
The kitchen was Huge. The dinning area could easily hold 200 people. The kitchen was well stocked in post war canned food. I say post war because it was canned in a way that made it last a long time. Not forever. The sinks had cold and hot running water and it had fridges with more food inside. The Super Mutant used his hands to rip cans apart to eat while the rest of us rummaged around for can openers and we filled our stomachs.
After we eat we decide to head to the office across from the school area. Keep in mind the warning is still going off, annoying to the core. The office is ransacked loose papers are scattered around. A older computer is sitting on a desk. From the papers we gather a gist that there was a lot of people and experiments here. We find a note about a big festival the kids where looking forward to. A flip colander states it was August 24th 2339
Red moves and turns the computer on with a beep. The computer turns on and the date reads August 25th 2339… we actually didn’t connect the dates at this point. It wasn’t until a little later that it dawned on us. I forget our exact conversations but it went along the lines of ‘so its only been a day? I guess it makes since why the place looks so clean.’
The computer is locked Red frowns clicking around on the keyboard. Keep in mind we still don’t have character sheets or stats
Reds Player: “Can I try and back door it?”
DM: “Sure” Red rolls a dice
Reds Player: “I got a 12”
DM: “Does your character feel he is good with computers?”
Reds Player: “eh, yea I would be.”
Thus, we found out Red was good at computers. He goes in the back way playing some form of minigame and FOS pops up (play on DOS). Turns out Chick is also decent at computers and together they are able to pull up the files. Complaints, Schedule, School Roster, Pay Roll. We wanted to see if the little 8 year old girl was in the system so we pulled up a list of the children. There are 40 children registered none of them matched the girl. As we are digging through the files the girl walks in. in her hands she has a fluffy Unicorn plushie.
Ghoul: “Other than school stuff this doesn’t tell us much”
Chick: “That’s what it seems”
Red: “wait there is a secondary system running in the background”
Red clicks on the program a window pops up ‘Activating Failsafe’ the computer shuts down and a series of lights flash before it finally stops. Red boots it back up again and an error pops up. The damn thing factory reset itself. We realize the only way to get it started again would be to find a disk and load the operating system on it again. On the bright side the warning shut off. Frustrated we decide to find the evacuation rout to see if we can find anyone.
The map on the wall has a children evacuation rout. It reads ‘In the event of an emergency evacuation head through the Dinning area and proceed to the Atrium. Remain there until your superiors give you additional orders.’ Heeding the signs advice, we make out way to the Atrium. The majority of the group remains in the dining area as the main team, consisting of Red, Chick, Ghoul, Super Mutant and the Russian (me) Continues on.
We make our way towards the Atrium a massive door blocks our path. We press a button on the wall and it clicks open. The Atrium is vacant. A raised platform sits in the middle of the room. The ceiling is domed. Above us to the left we see a box on the map is says it’s the overseers pod. The floor is littered in piles of the flakes things the DM refers to the piles as looking like leaves. If you touch them they kind of feel like paste. Scattered throughout the room are 100 such piles… the group looks at each other, slowly one by one our expressions changed... OMG THESE ARE PEOPLE!
I'll continue to edit out spelling or grammar things as i find them.
After My DM’s last campaign ended (DnD 4e level 1-29) He decided to take a break so he could work on his next big project. I filled in for a couple months so he could plan it out. The only thing he would tell us is that it was a in depth Fallout skin for 5e. You heard that correctly. A fallout campaign using the 5e rules as a base.
So, my mini campaign ended and he finished his massive skin for 5e. I couldn’t hide my excitement and want to share this campaign with other people. Something I didn’t do for his last campaign and regret. I’m stoked to share this with you. Although im not sure how to upload pictures. Also i must apologize my spelling can be bad, although i do my best to catch it in re-reads i do miss some things.
The Setting: The setting is a Fallout World. We honestly don’t know much about it at this point however he did let slip over the couple months of waiting that it would take place in Japan. Not mainland but one of the Islands. Other than that, he said “don’t hold true to the fallout world, some of the creatures I will be taking liberties with”
Session 0: Game Settings: We show up the day of and he had some questions for the group. Mainly what type of campaign we wanted. We discussed them and this is a list of house rules or general campaign rules we agreed on.
Heroic or non-heroic? Non Heroic, the world does not care if we succeed.
Open World? Yes, if we wander into the wrong place we will die.
Meta Knowledge? No
Mysterious Stranger? Maybe
Cut Scenes? Hard No (what is the villain doing while we are doing x)
Behind the scenes? Hard No (why wont the door open? The mechanics behind x happening)
PvP? Allowed via Notes, to make plans without the other members knowing.
Threat System? Used to see how the world reacts to things we do. Invoke threat to get advantage, spend to give enemies advantage (decreases our threat though), It also is acquired over time or when we make mistakes.
Level of Autonomy? Don’t care, the DM can make or change things about are characters and their pasts. I have a long lost sister? Cool.
Magic? No player magic, NPC a low amount of magic is allowed.
He also states he added a few things but he doesn’t elaborate on what they are. He tells us we will find out. Thus, we started the campaign…. Wait… were we supposed to have characters?
Session 1: In the beginning
My eyes where closed as i came to. The floor, or i assumed it was the floor, felt warm. The air above frigid. Breathing seemed to be an effort as slowly my consciousness faded into nothingness. As I came to again the ground was less warm, the air less cool on my skin. I had skin? That was a good I guess. I could hear the talking of voices. Strange words I couldn’t pick out what they were. With effort I opened one eye, then the other. I laid on the floor, people standing around me. Everyone was naked. Still laying I turned my head to gaze around the small room.
I was with 15 other people, mostly humans however three stood out amongst the rest. A Ghoul lurked in the group, and towering over everyone was a Super Mutant. At least I had a vague recollection of what they were. The ghoul was pale, plagued by radiation his hair, for he was a guy, was almost nonexistent. The Super Mutant Towered over the rest, standing a solid 10 feet tall he was bound in muscle, but he seemed tired. As I watched he sagged against the wall. The last figure that stood out was a small girl about the age of 8.
The room was 40 feet square, dark save for a flickering light let in by the open door. The room and door had no vents and no windows. I gathered my strength and heaved myself off the ground. I looked down
DM: “Are you a man or a woman?”
Me: “Uhhh, I think I’m a man”
DM: “I Have Caucasian, Asian, and some mixed”
Me: “Caucasian, I want to be older”
The DM Pulled out a card, turns out I am Russian. As I looked at my hands I feel that they should be calloused instead they are clean and smooth. The voices around me are speaking a dialect I recognize as Japanese. Thinking back, I have a recollection of being in Japan, however I’m not sure why let alone how I got here. I don’t speak Japanese well, however I picked up enough words for basic communication.
My fellow Players Picked their characters in the following order, we have the ability to communicate in broken Japanese.
First:
Gender: Female, Pretty and the most attractive (Nickname: Chick)
Race: Japanese
Speaks: Japanese and American English (Not British English)
Second:
Gender: Male, red hair (Nickname: Red)
Race: American English, Korean
Speaks: American English and Korean
Me:
Gender, Male, Hardy Looking (Nickname: Russian)
Race: Russian
Speaks: Russian
Last: Gender: Male (Nickname: Ghoul)
Race: Ghoul (Japanese base)
Speaks: Japanese (Im not sure if he has a second language)
By the door stood a cute Japanese girl in her late teens. Im going to call her Chick. She was by far the most attractive person in the group. She was examining the door. I spoke to her in Russian. She looked at me funny so I switched to my broken Japanese
Me: “What do you see?”
Chick: “The door is trying to close but something is stopping it”
Sure enough upon closer inspection the sliding doors motors would make a whirring sound then stop as if hitting something unseen within the walls. A few seconds passed and it would make the sound again. The hallway was short. There were yellow arrows along the walls pointing towards the room we currently occupied. The paint seemed old and flaked in places. Im not the investigation type so I wandered over to the sagging Super Mutant nodding as I approached. He straitened up as I leaned against the wall. If I know one thing about these situations having a friend who is bound in muscle could come in handy. The People where finally noticing the situation as well. No one knew where we were nor anything about their pasts. They were generally uncomfortable a older lady in he mid 60’s comforted the Small Girl. The people began to bicker among one another. I noticed the Chick slip out the open door I followed her down the short hallway into a larger room.
This room was much more welcoming and slightly larger. a open door lead to another hallway. We found a pile of clothes on the ground. They seemed to be made out of recycled plastic. On the back of them in English they said ‘Vault 7324784’. Although I only speak Russian fluently so she could have been lying to me. Hah.
Chick: “wearing clothes might ease some of the tension”
Me: “Won’t hurt”
Fully clothed the group made their way into the bigger room. The room was bigger but not much, it seemed to be some form of lab storage. The ground had broken glass and a strange Flakey substance on the floor. It wasn’t very clean and the paint here was also old. We found some sharp objects and a drawer full of shoes. The leather of the shoes seemed to have aged away making them non-usable but the rubber soles and laces seemed almost new. It screamed odd. I poked wholes in the soles and fashioned a pair of sandals so the glass wouldn’t bother my feet, we made a pair for anyone who asked.
As we sat making shoes the door of the first chamber slammed shut, a light on a control panel lit up and beeped a few times and the second hallway (two doored hallway) also closed. We heard a rumble of machinery. A few minutes later the light shut off and the doors opened. Our starting room was hot. As if it had been heated to and extreme temperature.
Ghoul: “Its an oven?”
We shrugged. Investigating the other hallway. The door was open, a short hallway lead into a larger hall. The Ghoul heard a robotic voice come from door near the end. The hallway had three doors on one side and two doors on the other. The far end of the hall had what seemed like large siege door 40 feet wide. The door directly across from us at was point was sturdy. However, some large creature with very sharp claws had ripped a whole through the middle. Not large enough for our Super Mutant friend but big enough for a human to crawl through.
After some talk we decided to see what the robotic voice was saying. We opened the door next to the siege door and found ourselves in a security room. A speaker on the wall was blasting a repeat of some form of warning message. The message was in American English. The room itself was in disarray like it was sacked but engraved on the walls was a map of the facilities. The most interesting room is a very large area that was unlabeled it was over twice as big as the rest of the facility combined
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XaCKhjdsdEdSRuAumY5H3zWMTvADarja
Me: “That has to be where they get food and clean oxygen.”
Red: “Makes since considering there are no windows and this is a vault they would need a source of food and air”
Ghoul: “Assuming the air outside is toxic”
We scanned the map, the room we started in was called ‘Project Rebirth’ the storage room lead to the hallway with three decent sized rooms Two labs and the one with the hole it was the Cryo Chamber. Deciding the creature must not be in here still we squeezed our way into the Cryo Chamber. Inside were one human sized cryo tube and a larger one, both empty. There were also 6 areas that no longer had tubes in them. Everything not bolted to the floor was gone, and it looked like what ever creature was in here had thrashed the place and left. The tables had seen better days and large gashes where in the walls and tables.
At this point with much rumbling and grumbling we realize we are hungry. Not finding anything useful we head back to the map and discus what we are going to do. Together we settled on going to the Kitchen. We leave the security room towards a 20-foot-wide hallway. The warning is still blasting through the speakers mounted on the walls.
The Hallway was perfectly clean. Not a speck of dirt or dust. We walked by signs on the wall and at this point I put away my pencil, no need to map a place that had maps on the walls. We passed a large siege door that lead to the armory, no way we where getting through that. And strange security check stations that had walls made of thick plastic like a window.
The kitchen was Huge. The dinning area could easily hold 200 people. The kitchen was well stocked in post war canned food. I say post war because it was canned in a way that made it last a long time. Not forever. The sinks had cold and hot running water and it had fridges with more food inside. The Super Mutant used his hands to rip cans apart to eat while the rest of us rummaged around for can openers and we filled our stomachs.
After we eat we decide to head to the office across from the school area. Keep in mind the warning is still going off, annoying to the core. The office is ransacked loose papers are scattered around. A older computer is sitting on a desk. From the papers we gather a gist that there was a lot of people and experiments here. We find a note about a big festival the kids where looking forward to. A flip colander states it was August 24th 2339
Red moves and turns the computer on with a beep. The computer turns on and the date reads August 25th 2339… we actually didn’t connect the dates at this point. It wasn’t until a little later that it dawned on us. I forget our exact conversations but it went along the lines of ‘so its only been a day? I guess it makes since why the place looks so clean.’
The computer is locked Red frowns clicking around on the keyboard. Keep in mind we still don’t have character sheets or stats
Reds Player: “Can I try and back door it?”
DM: “Sure” Red rolls a dice
Reds Player: “I got a 12”
DM: “Does your character feel he is good with computers?”
Reds Player: “eh, yea I would be.”
Thus, we found out Red was good at computers. He goes in the back way playing some form of minigame and FOS pops up (play on DOS). Turns out Chick is also decent at computers and together they are able to pull up the files. Complaints, Schedule, School Roster, Pay Roll. We wanted to see if the little 8 year old girl was in the system so we pulled up a list of the children. There are 40 children registered none of them matched the girl. As we are digging through the files the girl walks in. in her hands she has a fluffy Unicorn plushie.
Ghoul: “Other than school stuff this doesn’t tell us much”
Chick: “That’s what it seems”
Red: “wait there is a secondary system running in the background”
Red clicks on the program a window pops up ‘Activating Failsafe’ the computer shuts down and a series of lights flash before it finally stops. Red boots it back up again and an error pops up. The damn thing factory reset itself. We realize the only way to get it started again would be to find a disk and load the operating system on it again. On the bright side the warning shut off. Frustrated we decide to find the evacuation rout to see if we can find anyone.
The map on the wall has a children evacuation rout. It reads ‘In the event of an emergency evacuation head through the Dinning area and proceed to the Atrium. Remain there until your superiors give you additional orders.’ Heeding the signs advice, we make out way to the Atrium. The majority of the group remains in the dining area as the main team, consisting of Red, Chick, Ghoul, Super Mutant and the Russian (me) Continues on.
We make our way towards the Atrium a massive door blocks our path. We press a button on the wall and it clicks open. The Atrium is vacant. A raised platform sits in the middle of the room. The ceiling is domed. Above us to the left we see a box on the map is says it’s the overseers pod. The floor is littered in piles of the flakes things the DM refers to the piles as looking like leaves. If you touch them they kind of feel like paste. Scattered throughout the room are 100 such piles… the group looks at each other, slowly one by one our expressions changed... OMG THESE ARE PEOPLE!
I'll continue to edit out spelling or grammar things as i find them.