Colonel Valeria has reluctantly agreed to work with the Vault 76 Overseer to develop and deliver a Scorched Plague vaccine to the newcomers who have arrived in Appalachia. This mission is too critical to leave anything to chance, and the Colonel will ensure its success…by any means necessary.
The Overseer was the heart of soul of Vault 76 for twenty five years. After Reclamation Day, she disappeared, leaving a trail of holotapes across Appalachia. But instead of dying on some lonely mountainside as previously thought, she’s alive & wants to meet.
The Death of the Scorchbeast Queen was merely the beginning of our story. During the long winter of 2104, the New Enclave slowly rebuilt and reorganized, knowing they would find a much more complicated Appalachia when the snows finally melted…
The first snows have fallen across Appalachia and after a long year of struggle and loss, the New Enclave and the civilians of Refugee Row look forward to the future. The holiday season is upon us, and Captain Stein discovers that sometimes the littlest things can be the most important.
Everything over the past year has led to this. Colonel Valeria has marched the combined forces of the New Enclave deep into the Cranberry Bog to attack and eliminate the Scorched threat once and for all.
It’s been almost a year since Vault 76 opened and the residents found themselves in an Appalachia none of them recognized. The Scorched have loomed large over everything in the region…even as the Vaulters struggled to begin rebuilding.
Enclave Team Alpha – made up of the Colonel, Major Lilith, Sergeant Mueller and Corporal Cindy – travel to the Morgantown Settlement in search of evidence of new visitors to Appalachia.
Even as the residents of Vault 76 spread throughout Appalachia and encountered the many dangers of the Wasteland, they couldn’t help but wonder what was happening on the other side of the mountains. Colonel Valeria was focused on the challenges in front of her…
In an isolated corner of the Savage Divide, the “Sons of Dane” came face to face with a creature from the pages of folklore. In the end, when the music stopped, all that remained was a cold wind blowing through an empty compound.
Stories are told around the campfires and in whispered conversations of the Mothman, and those who worship the enigmatic creature. There are some who scoff at the warnings and tread where no one else will dare. In the shadows and darkness of an old abandoned mine, the true horror of the Mothman is revealed.
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