Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5583506-20190729130502

Evangeline wished she could have Doris optimism, but the situation was dire. The Order of Salem had kept a watchful eye over the Commonwealth, and had eyes and ears over almost every former state of the US. Not only had they been in possession of some of the most talented people in every field throughout their existence, but they had also had contact with some of the most powerful organs of influence out in the Wastelands. As soon as things went awry in one of the Wastelands: such as an imminent Raider or Super Mutant invasion, the Order would easily pull the strings and manipulate the situation from behind the scenes, resulting in the defeat of said invader either by direct means or indirectly.

Their keyword was subtlety and they preferred to make their existence known through whispers and hearsay, letting people know that although they perhaps would never get to meet their saviors, they would always be watching and listening.

Those were at least the "good old times" of the Order. Now they didn't even have an updated roster of active members, making their exact numbers a thing of imagination. Their contact with forces such as the Brotherhood of Steel, the Regulators, the Minutemen, and many vaults, were growing thin.

Overseer Ridgemont's secondary objective in the mission to either capture or neutralize Shrike had been for Evangeline to either forge new alliances, or find new potential members whose loyalty could not be swayed by the promise of caps, preferably both.

"I am not particularly fond of challenges that puts the continued existence of my kin at risk", she replied somberly.