Fallout: Colorado Couriers

About the adventure

"War… war never changes. From the jagged teeth of the Rockies to the dust-choked ruins of the Front Range, Colorado burned just like the rest. In 2077, the bombs fell. In two hours, the world ended… and began again. In the east, Caesar’s Legion draped the old highways in blood and banners. They took Denver, tamed its feral dogs, and named it D-Town—a city of fire and collars, where only the cruel endure. To the south, the Brotherhood of Steel holds tight to ancient bunkers and pre-War tech, calling it sacred, guarding it like dragons hoarding gold. They say they patrol for order. But no one’s seen much order lately. Out west, the New California Republic pushes ever eastward, waving their tired flag and promising law, order, and a future—so long as you’re on their side of it. And in between? Colorado Springs—now called Springs City. Neutral. Walled. Wary. A city of survivors, mercs, smugglers, and worse. It’s where your story begins. You’ve been hired for a job. Simple enough—retrieve a package from D-Town, deep in Legion territory. Bring it back through the Wastes. Deliver it to a house tucked high in the mountains. What’s in the package? Don’t ask. Who hired you? Doesn’t matter. Just follow the caps… and pray the dogs don’t catch your scent. The year is 2280. The West is bleeding. The East is burning. And the Rockies rumble with a Promise... A Promise that War.... War never Changes..." _______________________________________________________________________ Fallout: Colorado is an open world, Sandbox styled game with an emphasis on exploration. there is an overarching plotline involving the legion, the NCR, and the Brotherhood of Steel. Regardless of the choices you make, where you go and what you do, the World will change and adapt to your actions. _______________________________________________________________________ The cold bites harder this year. Snow drifts through the hollow bones of Denver — what the locals call “The Mile-High Graveyard.” Rusted towers loom like tombstones, and the roads are nothing but broken teeth and land mines. You’ve been hired for a job. Simple, on paper: Retrieve a parcel from the ruins of Denver. Deliver it to a house deep in the mountains. That’s it. You weren’t told what’s inside. Just the size — about as long as your forearm, wrapped tight in something dark, maybe leather. Could be tech. Could be trash. Doesn’t matter. What matters is the reward: a mountain of caps. Enough to buy out your past, your future, or maybe both. Of course, nothing’s simple in Colorado. Not with Legion patrols to the west, Brotherhood scouts in the east, and radstorms ready to eat the flesh off your bones. Denver’s full of things that should’ve stayed dead, and the mountain roads? They’re worse. But the job's on the table. Someone wants this thing bad enough to pay you more than most earn in a lifetime. That means it’s valuable… and dangerous. Gear up. Watch your back. And don’t drop the package.