Welcome to Far Harbor
Far Harbor is a 18+ RPG that features loose stats, perks (and the ability to gain more) and a profile application. Don't worry if your knowledge of Fallout isn't extensive! Our docs cover the most important points and we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have about the world.

On Far Harbor, we like to focus on the oddness of a post-apocalyptic future where technology is as diverse as having synthetic life and guns made of wood pailings. Ghouls, super mutants, humans and synths all have a place in The Island. If you're looking for a place to explore a world blasted by radiation

. . . welcome home
Feburary 2277
Super mutants have been discovered on The Island after a disasterous expedition to find somewhere for the ghouls to establish an indepedent settlement. Meanwhile, Far Harbor was attacked by anglers, injuring many and placing additional strain upon the town's only physician.
  September 8 2017
I have installed the new "Pipboy" theme! It introduces the ability to display what items your character commonly carries (change this in the UserCP). If you run into issues, be sure to PM Kit the Human.

We've also switched to profile applications! Pending Users can now edit all of their details. You can find out about the process here.

  September 4 2017
We've relaxed out content rules! We're now rated, anything goes.
  August 21 2017
Adventure Time! Share a screenshot or a clip from your Fallout adventures to claim a perception point for a character of choice. Participate here!
  July 31 2017
HTML has been enabled for the development, wanted ads and plotters forums. Instructions are here. In other news....super mutants have been discovered on the Island. It is the first time they have been spotted. Super mutants are now a playable race!

Thread Contributor: Ally SpectorBurns
#21
"Surely someone can could a string to a beat?" Ally grumbled to herself and grumbled some more when Jack swiped all of her queens.

"Dammit." She gave them over and paused, not asking for a card but looking at Jack slyly.

"Do you want to play?"
#22
"You're just saying that because you're losing." He smirked at her, then tilted his head a bit. "I didn't bring my guitar though. And I don't think you should play anything?"

He grimaced as his eyes flicked down to her hands, sympathy in his gaze.
#23
She poked the top of her cards and stared at her guitar. He was write. Of course he was. But the need to create music was like a bubble in her throat that was trying to escape her. Needed to escape her.

"Maybe the recorder?" Ally tapped the cards again.
#24
He eyed her for a moment, concern clear in his eyes, then he sighed. Jack had never been good at telling anyone no, and he knew that being cooped up like this had to be driving Ally crazy. "Alright, guess it can't hurt to play a bit."

Putting his cards down he then stood up to find the recorder for her, eye sweeping over her collection of instruments.
#25
"On the shelf," Ally pointed to the shelf that was obviously covered in old wood carvings. Things Dad had made and her first wobbling attempts. One of them was a sad looking radstag with two very chunky heads and spindly legs ending in points. Ally had simply stabbed the knife into the heads to make eyes.

The thought of music had brightened her, she fiddled with her blankets, ignoring the usual stinging.
#26
Walking over to the shelf he let his eyes linger on the woodcarvings, gently running his fingers over some of them before picking up the recorder. Turning around he walked back to Ally, sitting down on the right side of her bed before handing her the recorder.
#27
"Thank you! Why don't you play something too?" She clasped her recorder and blew in the end, pressing her fingers against the holes. She ran through a scale, frowning whenever the holes pressed painfully against the more burnt parts of her. The light in her never dimmed however.

She was playing music.
#28
"Sure, it's much more fun playing with you then alone." Jack looked around the small room, then picked up a hand drum. Its frame and body was made of wood, with dried animal hide stretched across the frame. A few experimental taps, then he found a nice rhythm he liked.

It was always relaxing to play music, it always made him feel lighter, happier. Lips curled into small but happy smile, looking up at Ally it widened slightly.
#29
Ally lowered her recorder from her sore lips.

"Ditto brother." She played with his rhythm, her fingers spritely over the holes and smile trapped in the mouthpiece. Their happiness infected their music and it became an ode to their friendship rather than a song of anglers.

She hoped Dad could hear this song. It might make him smile too.
#30
They played like that for a small while, then with a mischievous grin he changed the rhythm into something faster and more playful.


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