|Looky here, someone got through all the rookies. What, you think you can take us?|
No matter. The message is out. “You can't stop the signal,” after all.
Raiders will come from all over to serve War. Or else face his wrath. And his morning breath.
Now, before we introduce you to our weapons, tell me. Which Horseman sent you?
|None of them. We're Vault Dwellers and we'll stop the Horsemen.
||With those cute little blue suits of yours that are *so* intimidating, right?
|Pestilence. Blessed be the irradiated!
||Oh no! The Pests have come to take our outfits! I'm shaking in my boots. Not.
|Famine. Let our hunger consume you!
||You certainly don't look very hungry. Those Ghouls must be fattening you up for later.
|Death. But we haven't picked a slogan yet.
||Death finally makes a move and decides to send *you*? That's rather anticlimactic.
|You kids sure know how to fight the good fight! Doggone heroes is what ya are. Thanks!|
Come to me for info? Well a war of cults is brewin' out there, with Settlers caught in the crossfire.
War, Famine and Pestilence, whoever they are, are all vying for power.
But Death is a no-show. Just rumors in the nuclear wind for now.
|Do you know where we can find any of the Horsemen's cults?
||Nope. But the Pests are greedy for protective gear. You could use some to lure them into a trap...