Old Longfellow

Old Longfellow is a legendary hunter and companion who can be met in Far Harbor at The Last Plank in 2287.

Background
Old Longfellow: "Let's head out of town. Acadia's above the Fog line on the mountain. It's a bit of a hike. You might want to take this for the road. Tastes foul as sin, but it'll help. We need to move through the main drag. Old mountain trail is where we're headed. The Fog ain't like nothin' you've seen in the Commonwealth. Mainlanders think a dose of Rad-Away's all you need. Haha. Tracks. Fresh ones. Trappers ahead. When the bullets start flyin', find cover. Keep your head down if you want to live." "You're not half bad in a scrap. Figured I'd have to take care of the lot of them. Might just make a proper Far Harborman/Harborwoman out of you. *Chuckle*" "See. The Fog can do a number on you. Gets you all turned around. Does somethin' to your brain. Trappers were mean to begin with, but now..." ''"Here's the mountain trail. We stick to this and we'll make it to Acadia. Game trails crisscross the road, so don't be surprised if we got local wildlife to deal with." "You like them puppies? We grow everything extra mean on the island. Still got a ways to go." "Hear that? Crawler. They usually stick to the Deep Fog. Best we steer clear. But you never know." "When I was a young lad, no higher than your knee, whole island was covered in Fog. The Fog eventually rolled back. People resettled, but they got comfortable. Started takin' things for granted. Folk got short memories, all this has happened before." "Gulper's got a fondness for fresh water. A small Gulper, like the ones in these parts, is a fair challenge. Now the big ones, they can grow two... three times the size of a man. Good thing you don't see too many of them around." Child of Atom: "Hold there. Stringing one more soul to their damnation, old man?" Old Longfellow: "Well, what have we here? Another rad-worshippin' lunatic, that's what." Child of Atom: "Your barbs do not harm me. I am shielded by my faith." Old Longfellow: "How 'bout bullets? Faith shield ya against those, too?" The Sole Survivor: "Who's she?" Old Longfellow: "One of them Children of Atom preachers. Started off as pests, now they're more like a menace."''

// the encounter dialogue tree needs further review // The Sole Survivor: "Sounds like none of my business." Old Longfellow: "Lucky for you." The Sole Survivor: "Go ahead and shoot her, then." Old Longfellow: "She ain't worth wastin' ammo on. Too bad I left my huntin' knife at home." The Sole Survivor: "Let's just settle down, OK?" Old Longfellow: "You're right. Waste of ammo."

Child of Atom: "Do not sully this one with your blasphemy, old man. You. I suggest you go no further. Acadia is a nest of snakes. Beasts that subvert the will of Atom."

// What are Longfellow's reactions to these statements? Not already accounted for in the likes/dislikes section. // The Sole Survivor: "Okay. Sign me up." Child of Atom: ''"Excellent. Head to the Nucleus. There Atom's plans for you will be revealed.

The Sole Survivor: "On second thought, I'm good." Child of Atom: ''"So be it. But I would be mindful where you step. After all, you are in Atom's kingdom now.

The Sole Survivor: "Suppose I've got nothing better to do." Child of Atom: ''"Huh. Atom usually prefers those with a bit more... fervor. But nonetheless, if you wish to test His favor, seek the Nucleus.

Old Longfellow: "If you're done wastin' time with the fanatic, let's move on." "Up ahead, the air's clean. No Fog. Acadia's not too far now." Old Longfellow: "And we've arrived. Acadia's already been watchin' us for a good spell. If you want to talk with them just go inside. They'll be waitin' for you. You need my help again, you come see me. Got a cabin just outside of Far Harbor. Good place to tool up your gear, get some rest, or get stinkin' drunk. Just make sure if you're bringin' a bottle of somethin' strong, there's enough to share." (Child of Atom's and Old Longfellow's dialogue)

Leaving already? Don't you want to see what happens next? You sayin' you want me to stick around an' watch your back?

// DLC03_ADV017_LongfellowIntro See Erikson //

// Note unable to Verify this dialogue // Who are you? Name's Longfellow. Everyone calls me Old Longfellow, like I need remindin'. I've a mind to ask you the same question. We don't get many mainlanders nowadays, let alone those with the guts to walk in the Fog. I'm a hunter by trade, an' sometimes a guide for those lookin' to head from Far Harbor up to Acadia.

// Note is there dialogue after "a bit of truth there"? // The Sole Survivor: "I'm not some no-name "mainlander." I'm tough enough for your little island." Old Longfellow: "Sling a bit of lead on the Hull and now you think you're ready to walk in the Fog, do ya? Things you'll see inland make that look like a Sunday stroll. I can get you to Acadia, but you've got to listen to me. Go where I say. When I say it. Still won't be easy. You stock up on your necessities, Rad-X and the like. Then the real work can begin."

The Sole Survivor: "I helped the Harbor out. I figure all of you owe me something, at least." Old Longfellow: "Hm. I suppose there's a bit of truth there."

// Note: before this is the end of the Acadia trek // Maybe later, Longfellow. All right, but I'm serious about the offer. You ever want to hunt the forests and waters of the island together, I could think of worse things to do.

// Note this is the line for meeting him after making it to Acadia alone/with companion // I heard you made it to Acadia by yourself. That takes some stones. Is it rare for someone to travel to Acadia alone? You're damn right it is. There's all manner of nastiness in the Fog. Most folks are content to cower behind the Hull in Far Harbor. But not you. I appreciate the compliment. Believe me, I don't give 'em unless they're earned. You've got more spine than most of the folks livin' here. Maybe we can help each other out. I'm tired of waitin' around for somethin' interestin' to happen. Ain't getting' any younger, that's for damn sure. Thing is, I was born an' raised here. I know this island front to back. I know what's in the Fog and how to deal with it. Let me run with you. I could help you find your way around. Teach you what I know. Best of all, you won't have to drink alone.

The trip wasn't that bad. Is that so? You've got more spine than most of the folks livin' here. Maybe we can help each other out. I'm tired of waitin' around for somethin' interestin' to happen. Ain't getting' any younger, that's for damn sure. Thing is, I was born an' raised here. I know this island front to back. I know what's in the Fog and how to deal with it. Let me run with you. I could help you find your way around. Teach you what I know. Best of all, you won't have to drink alone.

Yeah, well, I am pretty awesome. Hah! I like it. You've got more spine than most of the folks livin' here. Maybe we can help each other out. I'm tired of waitin' around for somethin' interestin' to happen. Ain't getting' any younger, that's for damn sure. Thing is, I was born an' raised here. I know this island front to back. I know what's in the Fog and how to deal with it. Let me run with you. I could help you find your way around. Teach you what I know. Best of all, you won't have to drink alone.

Are you sure? I don't exactly live the safest of lives. Thank God for that. I was afraid I'd die of boredom. Sounds like a good offer. I accept. Alright then.

Was hoping to talk for a minute. Okay, we can talk. What do you want to talk about? Look, I know I ain't the easiest man in Far Harbor to get along with. Social graces... well, that's never been my strong suit. Thing is, most folk in Far Harbor ain't worth a damn anyway. All of 'em cowerin' behind their wall, too scared to fight for their home. Can't like someone I can't even respect, and, uh... well, that brings me to you.

So you're saying you respect me? I ain't goin' soft on you now, don't be thinkin' that. All I'm sayin' is, it's good to meet someone who can take care of themselves for a change. Hell I ain't been close to a lot of folks in my life, an' there's even fewer I'd call a friend, but who knows? We stick together long enough, cap'n, then it might just be that you're my next one.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Longfellow. I'm a little more picky than you about who I call a friend. Then I guess it's up to me to prove I'm worth it. I think I can handle that.

Does this mean I have to give you a hug or something? Hell no.

You sure about that? My friends tend to get into a lot of dangerous situations. That's every day of my life.

That sounds good to me! Alright, enough of this blubberin'. You lead an' I'll follow. Seems to be workin' out so far.

What do you need, Longfellow? I don't get you, cap'n. At first, I thought you were different from them self-centered types we usually get from the Commonwealth. I thought we had a lot in common, you an' me. Lately you been... I don't know, actin' different. Now I'm no saint, but I ain't selfish either. I try to look out for others when I can, an' I respect that we all got it hard out here. I thought you were ths same, but now I don't know what to think. Maybe you've changed, or I just read you wrong. We were getting' along pretty good before, an' I guess what I'm sayin' is, I was hopin' we could get back to that.

I understand, and I'll try to be more considerate of your feelings. That's all I need to hear, cap'n. Thank you. That's all I had to say, so how about we get back to what we were doin'?

CrippledLimb Shit! Can't feel my arm! How am I goin' to pour myself a drink?

Hello Get away from me, you butcher!

The blood of all Far Harbor's on your hands. Can't see how you live with it.

I ain't helpin you do the Children of Atom's dirty work. Now get out of my sight!

That massacre in Far Harbor was your doin'. You can burn in the pits of hell.

Well, if it ain't the Butcher of Far Harbor.

Here to destroy my life like you did all them folks in Far Harbor?

SharedInfo Get the hell out of here.

You've bothered me enough. Get lost.

Still alive? That's a miracle.

If you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and start walkin'.

You can go straight to hell, an' the sooner, the better.

Got nothin' to say to you.

I've made my feelin's about you clear. Got nothin' else to say.

Hello Island's a hell of a lot better off without those lunatic rad-worshippers.

The Nucleus, destroyed by an atom bomb. It's almost too good to be true.

The Children of Atom got what they deserved.

You did everyone in Far Harbor a favor when you blew up the Nucleus.

Shame about those synths in Acadia. Most of 'em weren't too bad.

You ask me, I think Allen Lee was wantin' to clear out Acadia for a long time. Guess he got his wish.

Used to be I trusted the synths up at Acadia. After what DiMA did, I think we're better off without 'em.

With the synths gone, Acadia's wide open. Maybe I'll move in someday. Be nice to live above the Fog.

All this time, we thought we were livin' in peace with the synths. Guess DiMA had us fooled pretty good.

Don't know if hell would take a synth, but DiMA deserves nothin' less after what he did.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised DiMA was willin' to murder Captain Avery. Why would a bloody machine care about human life?

What happened to DiMA, that was justice, plain an' simple.

You really think replacin' the High Confessor is goin' to be enough? Not sure I do.

Should have wiped out the Children of Atom when we had the chance.

If you knew half what them Atom fanatics have done, you'd have set off that bomb an' we'd all be better for it.

Sure, there's peace with the Children of Atom now, but how long will it last?

Greeting Listen, cap'n. It ain't for me to say this, but uh... well, I owe you an apology.

Greeting I heard you made it to Acadia by yourself. That takes some stones.

Idle
Glowing Sea? This place makes Far Harbor look downright pleasant.

It's nothin' short of a miracle anything survives out here.

Every minute we're here, we're soakin' up more rads.

Sundown/Night/Day break Sundown. We should hunker down for the night.

Night's windin' down. I'll be glad to have the sun back.

Almost mornin'. Good.

I'm so used to huntin' in the fog back home, sometimes I forget what a clear night looks like.

Sure you want to be out an' about in the dark, cap'n?

Rain/Shine

Weather's clear. That's somethin' at least.

A little rain's good for you. Washes off the grime.

Bos? Relyin' too much on guns an' fancy armor just makes you a coward.

Brotherhood of Steel. Hmph. Am I supposed to be impressed?

Wouldn't complain if all these soldiers took their guns and went somewhere else.

Get a bunch of fanatics together, hand 'em all guns, and you can tell everyone else how to live.

You can get some good meat off these bugs.|Remarking on a giant insect, not disgusted, you see it as a food source}}

I've run afoul of more big bugs than I can count. What's a few more?

Bah, these bugs ain't a threat so much as a nuisance. Swat 'em an' move on.

CoA Bunch of nut jobs, worshippin' radiation like that.

I've seen some crazy folk in my years, but there ain't none crazier than the Children of Atom.

There's no talkin' sense to this lot. They've gone off the deep end.

Can't fathom it... why would someone pretend to believe in somethin' that ain't real?

Deathclaw

Hunted deathclaws a time or two. One thing's for sure, it's never boring.

Best way to take down a Deathclaw is to aim for the head. From a long way away, of course.

Everythin' you need to know 'bout a Deathclaw is right there in its name.

Not all Deathclaws are the same. They're all nasty, but some of 'em are real devils.

Deathclaws are twice as nasty when they're guardin' a nest. You see one doin' that, it's best to leave it be.

Ghoul

Don't you worry, if I see you turnin' into a ghoul, I'll put a bullet in you quick.

Damn... can't think of a worse fate than turnin' into a ghoul.

Way I see it, killin' a ghoul's an act o' mercy.

A ghoul's lost every shred of what once made 'em human. I'd rather be dead than one of them.

They might look like shamblin' corpses, but ghouls are lightnin' quick. Don't let 'em flank ya.

Gunners

Only difference between trappers an' gunners is that gunners ain't realized they're crazy yet.

Think all them weapons an' tattoos make these gunners feel safe?

Gunners like to think they're tough, but they die just as easy as everythin' else.

Best thing about killin' gunners is all that ammo they kindly donate.

Guns an' armor can't hide cowardice, and that's just what gunners are. Cowards.

--- Mirelurks

Fightin' mirelurks always makes me hungry. Smell like seafood, all of 'em.

Seen a mirelurk's claw snap a man in half once.

Mirelurks are damn quick for their size. Wouldn't recommend tryin' to outrun one.

Fightin' mirelurks ain't complicated. Just like most critters, you aim for the soft bits.

Molerats

Molerats are damn tricky, poppin' up out of nowhere like they do.

If you think there's molerats about, you get up on somethin' tall and you watch the ground.

One molerat ain't a threat, but when the other six show up, that's when you start runnin'.

Molerats are nasty little buggers, I'll give 'em that.

Raiders

Raiders are too crazy to fight smart.

Suppose it's worth takin' these raiders down to see if they got anythin' useful.

Need some snipin' practice, cap'n? Raiders are easy targets.

Robots

Ain't much point in fightin' robots. Can't feed yourself on metal an' circuits.

Some robots pack a nasty punch, what with those pre-war lasers and cannons on 'em.

In my experience, most robots won't come after you unless you get too close to 'em.

Don't know too much about fightin' robots. Never really saw the point.

Need some serious firepower to punch through that metal skin.

Super mutants

Careful. These brutes aren't as dumb as they sound.

The Super Mutants with the bombs are the worst. One of them comes at you, start runnin'.

Thinkin' of Super Mutants as mindless brutes is a quick way to get dead.

You'll chew through a lot of ammo fightin' these brutes.

Best way of dealin' with Super Mutants is to slip past 'em.

Synths

Robots lookin' like people... that don't sit right with me.

I ain't fond of fightin' any kind of robot, but that goes double for synths.

You can pull some good salvage off these bots, if you can stomach lookin' at 'em.

Synths are downright disturbin'. No other way to say it.

Makin' a machine that looks like a man... if that ain't madness, I don't know what is.

I've seen worse folk than you come through Far Harbor... but not many.

Idle Whiskey's runnin' low. Better find some more, an' soon.

A good hunter always knows how many bullets he's got.

Don't know what's more sore, my back or my feet.

Gettin' too damn old for all this runnin' around.

Damn... can't remember if I had my bath this week or not.

Just once, let me find a pair of socks that don't have holes in 'em.


 * Coughing*


 * Heavy coughing* Damn fog's got in my lungs again.

This a good time for a drink?

Got a chill in my bones that won't come out. Too many nights out sleepin' in the Fog.

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.

And when I'm dead and in my grave, no costly tombstone will I have. Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and my feet.

Keep sayin' to myself I should settle down someday... think I missed the boat on that one.

And it's no, nay never, no nay never, no more, will I play the Wild Rover, no never no more.

Player Default: Huh? *chuckle* You running for office? If that's the truth, we don't deserve you. Just mind you don't let 'em take advantage of you. TeddyWright: Most folk here are set in their ways, yes? Makes no difference how hard you try to get in good with them. Neutral	DLC03FarHarborM01_100_Intto Scene	SceneDialogue	Custom		Player Default: Well, hold on now. There's reasons for people's... color. Sounds like you just need to charge 'em more for your services. TeddyWright: Most folk here are set in their ways, yes? Makes no difference how hard you try to get in good with them. Greedy / Amused	DLC03FarHarborM01_100_Intto Scene	SceneDialogue	Custom		Player Default: Huh? What? Caps, eh? Make some money and help at the same time. Respectable. That's all the reason you need. TeddyWright: Most folk here are set in their ways, yes? Makes no difference how hard you try to get in good with them. Agreement, friendly / Friendly	DLC03FarHarborM01_100_Intto Scene	SceneDialogue	Custom		Player Default: Then it will be so. You gone off your rocker?! You can't seriously be thinkin' of joinin' these crazies. GrandZealot: Head inside and present the icon to the High Confessor once his sermon is done. He'll be interested to see that. Aghast / Angry	DLC03AtomM01_GrandZealotTurnIn_Scene Scene	SceneDialogue	Custom		Player Default: Shame. Well, should you decide to heed Atom's call, return. Can't believe you'd even consider signin' up with these fanatics. GrandZealot: Head inside and present the icon to the High Confessor once his sermon is done. He'll be interested to see that. Grousing, but in agreement that the player chose not to join the Children of Atom / Stern	DLC03AtomM01_GrandZealotTurnIn_Scene Scene	SceneDialogue	Custom		Player Default: Good. What's there to learn, besides lettin' madmen tell you how to live and pretendin' to worship somethin' that don't exist? GrandZealot: Head inside and present the icon to the High Confessor once his sermon is done. He'll be interested to see that. Bitter, hostile / Angry

Let's get the hell out of here!

There, you bunch of rot-brained lunatics. Have all the radiation you like!

It's time for us to part ways. Whatever you say, cap'n. Just make sure you stop in for a drink sometime an' tell me what I've missed.

It's time for us to part ways. Come find me if you need me again, an' I'll be ready. Might even be sober, too.

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Go ahead and shoot her, then. She ain't worth wastin' ammo on. Too bad I left my huntin' knife at home.

Sounds like none of my business. Lucky for you.

Let's just settle down, OK? You're right. Waste of ammo. --> A native of the Island, old enough to remember the days when the fog covered almost the entire Island, Longfellow is a veteran hunter, who saw a good chunk of the Island's history: From desperate struggle to hubris, taking the fog's retreat for granted. He's a veritable legend in Far Harbor circles and one of the few guides capable of guiding a person safely through the radioactive fog. His age and experiences made him cynical and he hits the bottle of whiskey a bit too often in recent years.

Longfellow absolutely hates the Children of Atom. When he was a young man, he fell in love with a woman named Hannah. The feeling was mutual and the two planned a future together... Until the Children of Atom attacked the pair at their hideaway deep within the fog. Left for dead, Longfellow eventually made it to civilization. Took two months to recover from injuries. But by then it was too late: The zealots warped Hannah's mind, and turned her to their ways. The child she carried was stillborn, due to the radiation she was exposed to. By the time she died to trappers a few years later, Longfellow was well on his way to becoming an embittered shell of a man. He most regrets the death of his child. While Hannah may have chosen the path of Atom, the loss of an heir, someone to pass all his knowledge to, gnaws at him incessantly. Until the Sole Survivor comes around... Old Longfellow: "Say, cap'n, can we talk for a minute?" The Sole Survivor: "Alright, let's talk." Old Longfellow: ''"I appreciate it, cap'n. At my age, any chance to make a new friend is... well, it ain't somethin' I'd expect to happen much, but I'm glad it did. There're more to it than that, though. Long time ago, when I was a young man, I had a sweetheart. Hannah was her name, and we planned to get married, raise a family an' all that. Well, we had a place out in the Fog we used to meet, so we could be alone. Damn Children of Atom jumped us. They took her an' left me for dead. Took two months to recover from my injuries. By then it was too late. They'd warped her mind, an' turned her to their ways. Was only later I learned she was carryin' our child. Of course, the baby didn't stand a chance with all that radiation. Atom's will, she called it. Anyway, she died a few years later. Trappers got her, or so them lunatics said. I guess that was Atom's will, too." The Sole Survivor: "This is very personal information, Longfellow. Why tell me now?" Old Longfellow: "Cause I need you to know where I'm comin' from. Truth is, what happened to Hannah was her choice, an' so be it. But I never got to be a father, an' that's what I regret. If I had a son or daughter, well, I'd have someone to pass on all my learnin' to. But you, you're the first person I've met that's worth teachin' what I've got to teach. I ain't good with tellin' people that I'm grateful, but you've given this old hunter a sense of purpose, an' a reason for livin'." The Sole Survivor: "You really mean that?" Old Longfellow: "Every word of it, cap'n. Well, that was all I had to say. I appreciate you hearin' me out."'' (Old Longfellow's dialogue)

Appearances
Old Longfellow appears only in the Fallout 4 add-on Far Harbor.