The Dead South

Session 1: The End

Born in 1988, Noah Prime was the odd one of his family never like them but almost a spittin image of his late father who had died a couple years prior. Noah would always be in hid room tinkering with scraps of metal, wires, and piles of junk. Makeing small experiments. They'd never work, but he never cared he just loved to craft items. The feeling of inventing something new every day brought him joy. Even if he had little to no friends. But the rest of his family saw him as an outcast and never really saw him as part of the family, only as another thing to take care of, but he never cared for them either. He would soon later on change his mind, though, as one fateful night, his life would change forever. For better, or for worse.

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One night, while Noah would lay in his bed with peace. The faintest smell of gasoline would tickle his nose, and soon, that gas became a burning sensation. he soon awoke up to smoke filling his house, realizing his house was burning down he had to save his family even if they didn't care for them.
"he apparently never made it out," reported his family when that wasn't true mostly. While he was trying to save his family, his brothers pushed him back with his hands landing in a pile of burning ashes. He was able to get up but couldn't open the door because of his hands, so he had one option left to stay in until it collapsed. Once it did, it luckily collapsed on one half, so he was safe for now. Once he saw his option, he ran off into the forest and tried to fix his life. And fix his life he did, He eventually found his way to the kingdom of ohala where he learned how his hands could become useful by welding weapons for people who needed them, eventually making his own weapons shop. He'd make spears, shields, swords, hammers, and all kinds of items he was used to making until eventually suddenly he was now taught how to make weapons that fired bullets. He was taught to make guns. "Thank you, kind sir. Come again if you need to, mister." He'd say to his loyal and local customers, somedays he'd have to chase down some crooks who'd tried shop lifting his store. But he couldn't hunt them down with only a sword, she he soon started making himself a gun, a single action Revolver with red wood handle, silver trigger, frame, and guard. With a blue chamber, hammer, and barrel along with iron sights. It was beautiful looking to him, but he'd never operated a pistol before, and eventually, he taught himself how to shoot good. And Damm, he was fast with his hands. But his joys wouldn't be for long until two familiar faces showed up. It turns out to be his brothers who told him to give them some money to help their mother get well from her T.B. or as it was called scientifically,
"Tuberculosis." Now tuberculosis wasn't anything new to him he had heard previous clients getting sickly or saying close friends and family getting it. No one really knew how T.B. was happening, but for some reason, everyone started getting it. He'd looked into it before and came to a conclusion to how it may have happened, it his old book titled. "The Death of The Past" by Martin Tucker, who was a famous Halfling author, in the book it had revealed that long ago in 2024 nuclear atomic bombs had went off on the world and due to the nuclear radiation this created people's monsters like harpys, ghouls,Banshees, ankheg's. All the famous ones and so society rebuilt itself, starting in years of samurai, then in the golden ages where pirates were popular traveling around the world looking for new land. Then now with us. They predict that in 20 years, everything will be more modern. Stuff like that always intrigues Noah, but soon enough, when he refused, they tell him he would regret it. And on another fateful night he decided he would start working on a project that would revolutionize the industry, and when he stumbled upon his workshop on fire terrified he tried to save his weapons but by then it was too late everything was gone. He thought that maybe he could buy new materials to fix everything but his money was stolen with a note saying "Dear brother we're sorry for our little accident but hopefully whatever is left in the bag should help you." All that was left for him was enough to go to the bar and have a couple of drinks. How insulting, to him, he felt like they had just spat on his face. Taunting him, he could hear the voices of his brothers calling him a fool! So he showed them, he was angry, so he went back upstairs to his room, grabbing his gun belt and Revolver. Along with the old beaten up sword he had o' so long ago. And he went out to get a drink..