Oldies But Goodies - Fallout 2 Sulik and the Supersledge

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Oldies But Goodies - Fallout 2 Sulik and the Supersledge

Post by baumgartnerJ » February 6th, 2018, 1:28 pm

Memories Rekindled - Black Isle's Fallout 2 - Sulik "The War Song of the Grampy Bone"

I'm a retired gamer keeping sharp writing Fan Fiction and related poetry and running a BARDS AND BRAGGARTS contest to nominate favorite RPG characters or Quests to paraphrase in poetry and lyrics. Last year the venerable Master and his Children of the Cathedral were nominated from Fallout 1 and converted to poetic verse. Another contest later in the year produced another oldie but goodie from the Steam gamers, this time Sulik and his super sledge hammer. I couldn't resist and if some of the old Black Isle team haven't retired and keep contact in inXile might enjoy a spin down memory lane.

A little research on Sulik suggests that his creator, Fallout 2's lead designer Matt Norton, was probably influenced by the Maori art of facial carving (Ta Moko) and the concept of Ancestor Spirit. Regardless I felt obligated both as a fan of that game and a teller of tales to insert the Grampy Bone and the Ancestral Spirits into my adaptation of Robert E. Howard's poem "The Return of Sir Richard Grenville" about Sulik's culling of the Slaver population in the remains of the great redwood forests of the northern California coast.

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The War Song of the Grampy Bone*

With the defeat of the Enclave, Sulik has heard and answered the call of his spiritual ancestors. Instead of accompanying the Chosen One to rebuild Arroyo with the G.E.C.K. he has followed his spiritual link through the Grampy Bone piercing his nose and the tattoos carved on his face by the tribal wise one's. These define his character and grant him the rightful access to the powers of his ancestral spirits. It is a bond and access that grows ever stronger as he enters the world of the rocky northwest shores of the Great Bitter Lake and the fog bathed trunks of the redwood giants that have outlasted the war and time itself.

Woe be to the Slavers who dare trespass upon the sacred grounds of Sulik's home.

He slept beneath high branches dim,
Cloaked in fog's familiar mist,
And dreamt he heard a ghost voice grim
An alarm spoke in whispered twist

No night wind shook the forest deep
No shadows where his blanket spread
And Sulik woke from troubled sleep
And looked upon a friend long dead.

He spoke in wonder, not in fear:
"How walks a warrior who has died?"
"Boyhood mentor, what do ye here,
"Long since fallen, now at my side?"

"Rise up, rise up" the specter said
"The slavers search for thee;
"They'll hang a collar round your head
"To sell for a Judas fee."

"Their feet press the forest floor
"They be blood hounds grim and stark,
"Soon shall close freedom's door
"And lock it in the dark."

Sulik raised his super sledge,
And swift as tongue could tell,
The dark spewed forth a slaver horde
Like shadows out of hell.

A pistol thundered in the night,
And in that burst of flame
He saw red eyes with greed alight,
And on the slavers came.

His hammer smote a blacksmith's stroke
And death hummed in its tune;
His arms were steel and knotted oak
Beneath the rising moon.

His sledge strewed slavers across the sward,
As he roared and swung and thrust,
They dropped like leaves the slaver horde
To writhe in bloody dust.

Silent as death their charge had been,
With sobs of pain they fled;
And in the trampled glade was seen
Only the torn and battered dead.

And Sulik turned and scanned the dark,
Then halted suddenly,
He saw his mentor fade into the bark
Of a giant redwood tree.

* Poem paraphrased from "The Return of Sir Richard Grenville" by Robert E. Howard

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