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Fallen Earth RP-Haven Clan List

If you want your clan on the list, please comment with the name, short description, and any requirements of the clan. 


Some basic requirements for a clan to be added:


1. Be a RP clan to some extent

2. Must not be in clan probation (Check on the clan page in-game)

3. Has to have at least 2 active members

4. Must be recruiting.


Survivor's Refuge [RP]:

Hyle Troy's picture

The Murder - Cause and Effect



Amid the general kicking off of shoes and the sighs of relief, after all, high heels were not best suited for the long walk back to Hyle’s house on the compacted dirt roads of Hope Springs, Hyle, Kirsten and Tuki took their places leaning against the table and worktops in Hyle’s kitchen as the room filled with the smell of brewing coffee.

Engel's picture

What do you think about the news of a possible FE reboot?

I have high hopes
78% (7 votes)
I don't think it's gonna work
11% (1 vote)
It's a plot by TETRAX
11% (1 vote)
Total votes: 9
Joe Spivey's picture

The Murder - Loose Ends

Constable Phineas Sweetly sat at the duty desk with his feet up and a tin mug of strong black coffee held in one hand while he read. Constable Sweetly didn’t mind holding down the fort while his compatriots attended the funeral of the Magrat girl. He and his wife were new in town and didn’t know many people yet, so there was that.

Hyle Troy's picture

The Murder - A Farewell to Magrat


While Shadow slept, Hyle was sitting at the kitchen table, pen in hand well into the wee hours.

The recent developments at The Constabulary, the arrest of the Stanton boys, the deaf and dumb supper she had just shared with Shadow, all weighed heavily on Hyle’s mind, interfering with the task in hand, namely the speech she was to give at Magrat’s funeral.

Joe Spivey's picture

The Murder - The Evidence Mounts

Arch arrived. It took a while to calm him down and get him to listen but, eventually, the combined efforts of the mayor and the chief constable convinced him that it would be in the best interests of himself and his family if the boys accompanied their father to the constabulary headquarters, where Arthur would then be interviewed.

Hyle Troy's picture

The Murder - Some Pieces Fall Into Place


Constable Alana headed back towards the constabulary, mentally preparing her report on the conversation she had just finished with young Evan Stanton. She would copy her notes and the boy’s statement up to date over a coffee then place the report on The Chief’s desk. Then.. then she would probably head home for some well earned sleep.

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I COULD kill U all


'' I could, Every last of U. I will Mybe ''.here  churnin turning //into/finality//here  churnin turning //into/finality//here  churnin turning //into/finality// ......." the Lie of U , Chota " said . Continuality . '' ENvY" ? I replied. We had walked  out from under our  SHELTERED seclusion , Doused the fire With our Piss n  puke, kicked  Obliterated  our scars ; It was nearly never enough  . So, the two of us went East of the west of the fallen SON, "om" TO   U  Tomb SCROOL ,  U broke interface <!"we KULD KILL all," I said.Yes. Hell ?.'' WE will, CONTINUITY ACKNOWLEDGE .

Joe Spivey's picture

The Murder - Suspect/Witness Interview - Evan Stanton

Evan Stanton

“Go and see who’s at the effin’ door!”

"I’m going! I’m going!”

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I can feel them now.

Dark, sticky, oily tendrils inside my hair.
Are those... wires, perhaps? Or the remnants of a dream?
Every time I resurface from the murky pool of shared memories, more of them seem to latch onto me.
I can see the filth gathering in the corner of my eye, with worm-like tentacles already oozing from under my eyelids.

The goo. It's pouring from within. I can't stop it anymore.

Joe Spivey's picture

Who Killed Magrat

Arch Stanton
0% (0 votes)
Arthur Stanton
9% (1 vote)
Chief Constable Shadow
9% (1 vote)
Dan White
0% (0 votes)
Evan Stanton
9% (1 vote)
Hana Barret
0% (0 votes)
Hank Godsen
9% (1 vote)
Harold Johnson
0% (0 votes)
Hyle Troy
18% (2 votes)
Jake Johnson
0% (0 votes)
Jonas Barret
0% (0 votes)
9% (1 vote)
Nurse Maisie
0% (0 votes)
Queenie Watts
0% (0 votes)
Sergeant Alana
0% (0 votes)
Stella Mcfarlen
0% (0 votes)
Sun Feng
9% (1 vote)
0% (0 votes)
Tukiko Troy
9% (1 vote)
Winona Barrow
18% (2 votes)
Total votes: 11
Hyle Troy's picture

The Murder - Civic Responsibilities

In all fairness, Hyle’s diversion to The Constabulary was a welcome relief. It gave her a moment away from the deeply saddening task of making the arrangements for Magrat’s funeral. To be honest, a bunch of folk having a picnic, or a sit-in or whatever it was supposed to be, was not the item on the top of her agenda.

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The Murder - Suspect Interviews



From their footsteps alone, Shadow could tell which ones were Maisie's as

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Sticking Around

Das, Fenster, Brett, stood in the grasslands outside Picus. Fenster began to lean against the window sill and almost fell before he remembered they were outside and there was no window sill. Das smiled and tried not to laugh. Each of them held a curved stick. Brett looked at his. 'Why did Veronica make these for us?' Brett asked.

'They are Christmas gifts,' Fenster explained. 'Something about her travels.'

'She travels down under,' Das said.

'The New Flagstaff sewers?' Brett asked.

Das and Fenster both looked to Brett.

Engel's picture

Shameless New Year!

Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New year to all you survivors of the apocalypse :D

I keep coming back and reading to recharge my batteries. Although I am not so active over here, I've been busy writting and finished my 5th novel in two years.
One of the novels turned out to be popular, so I've written a standalone sequel.



/me shamelesly advertises (with Reaper's previous permission, though)

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Tallisen's Return.

[ Hello it is me again, joined five years ago and life got in the way before I could actually do anything beyond my first post, I'm back again and posting :) ]

Tallisen glances upwards before pulling the reigns back harshly on his horse, causing the animal to neigh as it comes to a stop while he reads the over pass sign, Odenville, Straight ahead.

He sighs before moving the reigns, directing the horse to continue onwards..

[ Feel free to add me in game as Talissen :) I would appreciate the company.]

Joe Spivey's picture

An aside.

The statue of Noah Barret is, was and probably always will be the place of choice for Hope Spring’s adolescents to hang out. People couldn’t help but notice you being cool in your ripped, patched and home-dyed cool clothes so that everyone would know that you were the future and why can’t you just take us seriously.

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Lost and Found Rage


To say it'd been an interesting couple of weeks would be an understatement as far as Jeassiah was currently concerned.

Finding Canni as she was in the car wash of the building Jess lived in was a surprise, then there was the quiet one, Taiyo who she'd found with Canni.
That they had come to some sort of understanding where the younger girl was concerned was also something of an unusual nature, but it was also one where Jess found herself very reluctant to discuss with anyone, including Lance and Hyle.

Hyle Troy's picture

Mordet/The Murder, Day Two (part 2)




So it was no small amount of trepidation that Hyle felt as she walked down the slope from her car into Longhands’ north camp.


Hyle Troy's picture

Mordet/The Murder, Day Two


Hyle looked in the mirror, the bags under her eyes were evidence of a sleepless night. Her mind had been full of the previous day’s events and the fact Shadow had been out all night investigating did not help.


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Something's Missing

The whiskey slipped between his lips, the burning sensation had almost been forgotten. It'd been years since he had any real alcohol. He realized then that he had missed it almost as much as he had missed smoking and strangely enough, missed talking to other people.

Hyle Troy's picture

Mordet/The Murder




It was around two in the afternoon. Hyle was leaning on the edge of her desk, looking out of her office window. Her office door was closed and the blind was down. She had left explicit instructions with her staff that she was not to be disturbed.


Joe Spivey's picture

The Thirty Days of Magrat (part fourteen, final)

The last few days of Magrat’s time in Hope Springs were without incident.

Joe Spivey's picture

The Thirty Days of Magrat (part thirteen)

“Get out of my way! I’m next. Emergency…see!” Johnson, the aggressive shopkeeper who ran the shop and storage facility at the vehicle workshop, waved his bandage covered right hand in the face of the elderly man who had just got up to take his turn for the treatment room.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part twelve)

Magrat had a chance to demonstrate this supposed ‘edge’ a couple of days later when Maisie had insisted the teenager join her in helping with one of the head nurse’s new duties at the school.

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Chez Spivey, just around 7:30

Joe had been pacing the hall for about ten minutes. Well for Joe it was one cigar and onto the next. 

"Ain't you ready yet?!"

Kirsten's voice drifted out if the bedroom "Just a minute. Archie and Harvey are only four doors down Joe."

Silja smirked at Joe's pacing. "It is good to be 'fashionably late' you know."

Joe's replied with a stern raised eyebrow. Silja just poked her tongue out in return. Uwe did his best not to snort.

"Yer, an' you two just concentrate on Anni. And nevermind any 'goings on', right?"


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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part eleven)

Magrat was unusually quiet for the rest of the morning, so much so that Maisie spoke to Doctor Troy about it when she returned from her own rounds at midday. At lunch, Maisie hung the ‘At Lunch’ sign on the clinic’s main door and the doctor took Magrat into the vacant treatment room where they sat next to each other with the treatment room table once again doubling as a dining table.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part ten)

Amy froze for a moment and then slowly released Magrat. She sank back onto the bed, pushing herself backwards while staring at Magrat with eyes that had seen, and were now remembering, too much.

Joe Spivey's picture

The Thirty Days of Magrat (part nine)

If Magrat had been expecting a dark and dingy sick ward packed with groaning and sighing people close to death, then we can hope that she would have been pleasantly surprised by what greeted her as she and the head nurse stepped away from the top of the stairs.


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