Aug 9, 2019
from the album The Poor Minstrels of Song and the Temple of the Moon: Volume I
Probably the same Prydwyn who helped the Church with the Meic meet Syd article from a decade ago. Track found by Göran Nyström from Men On The Border.
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from the album The Poor Minstrels of Song and the Temple of the Moon: Volume I
Probably the same Prydwyn who helped the Church with the Meic meet Syd article from a decade ago. Track found by Göran Nyström from Men On The Border.
Arthur Maxson headcanons
Decided to start off with my baby Daddy🤘🏻🤘🏻 Jk. I think he’s just a really interesting character with a sad story.
- Grows his beard out to hide his chubby cheeks (🤘🏻gotta look scary AF)
- is a Virgin. Literally has never kissed or done anything with anyone EVER.
- has a thing for blondes ( cheers Sarah)
- has pretty bad social anxiety, doesn’t really know how to talk to girls or anybody who’s trying to be friends with him. Which makes the anxiety worse because he tries to talk normally but just doesn’t know how.
- plays chess by himself , also eats alone
-After Blind Betrayal he becomes SEVERELY paranoid. He stops trusting almost everybody.
- Very self-conscious of his facial scar, even though everybody says he should be proud of it
I have ALOT of headcanons. I’m gonna make a follow up post soon with some better ones (specifically for Arthur). Im trying to imagine how he must feel after his upbringing so that’s why none of these are really “FUCK SYNTHS (amirite) ,ETERNAL STEEL, IM SCARY” esq.
Entry 33
(The following has a muffled quality)
I’ve managed to set the recording controls to remain internal to a suit of power armor. I can speak, but no one outside will hear me. I don’t know what effect this will have on the recording, but it’s the best I can do right now.
Paladin Danse made no mention of my sudden disappearance, though he looked at me oddly when he saw the synth in a trench coat following me. I don't know precisely what he thought, but apparently his military trained assessment of the situation led him to believe Nick was neither a threat, nor worth his attention. He was eager to show me the Brotherhood’s flagship, the Prydwyn. His relief at seeing the ship was palpable; being on it is quite clearly a sort of homecoming for him. The airship is anchored at the remains of Boston Airport. Danse’s superior, Lancer-Captain Kells, was not impressed with me. The feeling was mutual, though I remained satisfactorily polite. It was difficult to remain the same to the rest of the Brotherhood soldiers every time they commented on Valentine, but he bore it beautifully, his sharp wit giving as good as he got. I must apologize to him once we’re back on the ground.
The Brotherhood is led by Elder Maxson, who gave a rousing speech congratulating his troops on their efforts in the Commonwealth, condemning the free will of humanity, and declaring the Institute to be a cancer that must be wiped out so that humanity can be saved from itself. While I don’t dispute his opinion of the Institute in general, I take issue with the notion that humanity should be coddled, information and technology only handed to those select worthy few. The man is clearly an overzealous devotee of his own xenophobic dogma. The Brotherhood recruits children to their cause, indoctrinating their ‘Squires’ from a young age like some dictatorship’s youth army.
And now I’m a Knight of it. Won’t they be disappointed?
I have to continue the motions of the obedient soldier for a little while longer. There’s a scientist here working on a serum to protect from radiation damage at a higher degree than any medicine currently available. That would be useful. In addition, I need to ensure that this power armor comes with me off this floating fortress, and I don’t think they’ll let me waltz out the door and borrow a vertibird quite yet.
So, my ‘pet synth’ and I are staying onboard for the time being. I hope Valentine is still speaking to me by the time we get out of here.
I arrive on the Prydwyn, 2087
Armor: powered
Maxson: racist
Hancock: present
Oh so sloppy but I did it. Sentinel Victoria does not do mornings.
Meic meets Syd
The only Church text in Welsh (and, thanks to Prydwyn, translated into English)! Meic Stevens, once named the Welsh Bob Dylan, was a friend of Syd Barrett. On the above picture we see Meic, Syd and possibly Gretta Barclay and Rusty.
More about their (musical) meetings can be found at: http://atagong.com/iggy/archives/2010/06/meic-meets-syd.html