/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>29514

BONUS:HULKAMANIA-Once per ten turns you can reroll an action, They’ll see it! But the intensity of Hulkamania. The way it’s turned this whole city upside down. The way the whole world’s turned upside down. When the giant hits the ground, he feels the wrath of Hulkamania and the whole world shakes at your feet. You also get a +3 to your rolls whenever cooking pasta.

>>29507

Bonus:[Insert neato name here]-You gain a bonus +3 to your rolls whenever cooking beef. You are also a master at judging peoples intent due to your profiling ability. When you take part in competitions you gain the ability to reroll an action and bluff your way through the competition by profiling the judges.

>>29506

Bonus:Nobody Cared who I was til I put on the Mask- You are known all throughout akihabara,but only with your mask on is it that people recognize you. Removing the mask gives you a +4 advantage to all rolls when participating in competitions,because the judges and other competitors will underestimate you. Simply thinking you are a rookie chef/Nobody. You also gain a +3 to preparing traditional american dishes.

>>29518

Do we roll now?

>>29521

not yet, I'd like more people.

Rolled 54, 60 = 114 (2d100)

>>29264

-Name: Jay Brooks

-Age: 18

-Gender: Male

-Occupation: Mover

-Appearance: A stocky black kid built much like a tank. Dark-skinned, dreadlocked, clean shaven.

-Background: The youngest of five children, Jay's life has been mostly uneventful, if you discount appendicitis at age 10 and the fistfight he had with his estranged dad around Christmas two years ago. Hobbies include working on cars, shooting pool and smoking hookah. Jay used to play football in sophomore and junior year, but gave it up in senior year to pick up a part-time job.

-Group: [None]

-Inventory:

+Sports Team T-Shirt

+Tattered Jeans

+Wrench

+Backpack

+"Danke Weed" (Actually just a can of shisha)

+Cellphone

+270 bucks

-Skills:

+[Athletics I]

-Powers: [None]

-Contacts: [None]

1. That ain't fucking right. That ain't fucking right at all. Scrapping a dude's car after, what, two fucking days? Fucking bull shit.

File a complaint with the city, with the scrapper's yard, with the news, anyone who'll listen, tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 8, 97 = 105 (2d100)

>>29264

Name:Connor Morrison

Age:16

Gender:Male

-Occupation: Part time at a bookstore that's renowned for housing a plethora of rare books on occult subjects.

Appearance: He has dark circles under his eyes to the point where it almost appears as if he's wearing eyeliner.

His eyes are a dark grey and his hair is short and messy with a dark black color to it.

He's completely devoid of facial hair.

His build is one that could be considered lithe,but he seems fairly average in terms of height.

He normally wears a black hoodie and other stereotypical emo/goth clothing items, not because he's goth or emo, but simply because he likes the color black.

Background:Currently in his second year of highschool, Connor spends most of his free time researching into the occult and writing short horror story's on the internet under a pen name.

-Group: [None]

-Inventory:

+Styx Manifesto

+Ex Maelforis

+Occult Book

+Backpack

+Dark Grey T-Shirt

+Black Hoodie

+Black Pants

+Black Cellphone

+Incense

+Spooky Horror Story Rough Draft

-Skills:

+[Occult Knowledge I]

-Powers: [None]

-Contacts: [None]

1.Continue practicing the occult. [Occult Knowledge II] (1/6)

2.I should see what the occult club has been up to, while I'm at it I should ask them about the "Outsiders" Surely one of them knows something.

Rolled 56, 49 = 105 (2d100)

>>29264

-Name: Helen Aberdeen

-Age: 29

-Gender: Female

-Occupation: English Teacher

-Appearance: See pic related

-Background: Helen has recently moved to Graceford to work as a Teacher after having been removed from her last position due to unforeseen "complications". She rents a small flat in Bivalve where she lives with he cat Snuffles an orange tabby. A spirited and passionate woman she always has time for her students and the study of the english language.

-Group: [None]

-Inventory:

+Purse

+Cat Pictures

+Cellphone

+Mints

+Lesson Plan Binder

+Pepper Spray

+3 Cans Monster Energy

+Cute Black Spy Outfit

-Skills:

+[Teaching I]

+[Athletics I]

-Powers: [None]

-Contacts: [None]

——

1. I should grab my handy dandy flashlight!

2. Let's head out to stake out that factory!

>>29296

I mean Warehouse

Rolled 75, 45 = 120 (2d100)

>>29264

>-Name: Rosalind Winters

>-Age: 17

>-Gender: female

>-Occupation: co-owns a flower/gardening store after inheriting it from her mother

>-Appearance: see provided pic

>-Background: Rosalind is the rich girl of the school, living with her father and his new wife in Richton. She co-owns a flower shoppe that used to belong to her mother until she passed and mostly works there as a hobby to keep her busy. She also sits as president of the school's Gardening club, and gets near straight A's but not quite. The darling of the school and the apple of her father's eye, no one would believe that Ms. Winters is a sadist of an extreme degree, and those that insult or harm her flowers soon learn this fact, even if no one believes them, after all, why would sweet Rosa harm anyone, she couldn't even harm a simple fly.

-Group: [None]

-Inventory:

+White Dress Shirt

+Red Plaid Vest

+Red Plaid Skirt

+Designer Purse

+Parasol (broken)

+$20

-Skills:

+[Horticulture I]

-Powers: [None]

-Contacts: [None]

1.2 well this just will not due, now my poor parasol is broken. Obviously the solution is to purchase a new one, preferrably with a blade already installed in the handle, I'm sure Daddy wouldn't be too upset to do this for me, since he's the one who broke my old one after all.

>>24213

Oh! Final suggestion.

A clear picture of what threats are where on the map: >>22557

along with the depiction of what resources are where in a clear manner.

And I think the ability for the Sentinels should definitely be focused around increasing safety and to allow business to proceed as usual, perhaps even grabbing people from the barracks as a militia for impromptu missions, or declaring certain missions to be 'group' missions where people can contribute together.

Finally, as we discussed here: >>22701

Adjust your enemy spawn rates. Remember, the way you have this game set up, LARGE NUMBERS of enemies are HARDER to deal with than HIGH LEVELS of enemies. High levels for enemies are -impossible- to deal with for guilds without incredible amounts of luck. None of our guilds could even -touch- a high level opponent.

Likewise, for fights, the AI should switch up targets, and the paladin and warrior classes should deliberately try to take hits for other squishier classes whenever they can unless they have the [Coward] trait, even if they are evil. Now if they're [Evil] and have a [Rival] that's being attacked, they won't defend the rival, but they'll otherwise defend people because they're motivated by self interest and not COMPLETE blithering idiots who don't understand that when fighting, you watch out for your allies so that they'll help you fight the guys trying to kill you.

Likewise, a [Coward] should overcome their [Cowardice] and try to defend a friend if they are of the paladin or warrior classes. And anybody should try to take a hit for a [Friend] if their own HP isn't lower.

>>24214

Oh, sorry, FINAL final suggestions.

You know how Settlers of Catan has 'trade' spaces? And they're not actually on the map?

We should have those on the port side, and 'gates' on the other side, always adjacent to at least two hexes. Controlling them will give you benefits. Like controlling a gate would give you a steady income of the resources related to that gate, where as controlling a port/dock would give you a constant steady stream of wealth.

So:

West: The Docks, give +1 Wealth a turn for every hex adjacent to them you control. Give +1 Wealth for every 'trade' action taken on the map as well if you control all ports.

North: The Meadow Gates, give +1 Meat a turn for every hex adjacent to a meadow gate you control. Gives +1 Meat for every meat harvesting action taken that turn, and +1 wealth for every mission taken to the north. Those last two only proc if you control all northern gates

East: The Field Gates, give +1 Crops for every hex you control adjacent to a field gate. Gives +1 crops for every crop harvesting mission taken, and +1 wealth for every eastern mission taken. Those last two only proc if you control all eastern gates

South: The Mine Gates, give +1 ore for every hex you control adjacent to a mine gate you control. Give +1 Ore for every mining action taken that turn. Give +1 Wealth for every southern mission taken. Those last two only proc if you control all southern gates

Basically controlling the gates lets you control the TOLLS.

The Gates to the North, South, and East give both resources AND wealth because, in actuality, those types of actions are far less likely to be taken than trade actions.

Trade actions occur incredibly often. Whenever somebody sells or buys something at market, orPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>25277

Any news?

>>28269

Please keep track of status effect and how long they last. Also keep track of progress for anything you are working on. Saves a lot of time updating if I can get you guys to do that for me

>Dara

(Progress Revamped to New system: 10/60)

(98)/(17) - Working Alongside the men didn’t seem to inspire them to work so instead you took on a more leadership role today, working above them and inspiring them instead of by yourself. If take time but the men are becoming more adjusted to you being there boss instead of the Merchant. (Leadership (+3)(-1) - (2/4))

>Fraigh

(Progress Revamped to New System: Wall (4/15) - Campaign (7/20) )

(76)(83) - You spend the weeks slowly laying the quarried Stone Around the Settlement Creating a rudimentary but sturdy deterrent for immig… I mean monsters. (Wall (+2)(+2) - Progress (8/15)) (Campaign (+1) (8/20) )

>Stanley

(4)(23) - You can barely move from your bed, and your wound scream as you stretch to grasp for the water on your bedpost. Your Wounds are festering, you hear from the doctor as your vision fades. You feel nothing for a few second before a scream rips through your through, wildly your eyes search for the source of the pain. Your eyes find nothing but the smell of burning flesh is ripe in the air, the medic seems to be cutting away the infected flesh. When he is done you finally drift into sweet release. (Recovery (-2)(+0)- (-2/4 ))

>Bernadine

(27)(24) - You gather the Men yet they motivation is gone, with there leader screams ringing from the medic tent you can do little. You watch as the reptiles Run off into the forest, they would surely be a problem once again in the future (Situation is resolved, however the beasts still remain deep in the forest)

>Charles

(26)(78)(23)(17)(73)(36)(92)(12)With no common currency in sight gold would be a great source of wealth for your company. (+0+2+0-1+1+0+2-1 = 3) You and people spend the majority of the last few month panning for gold, and while it is there it is not in a heavy quantity. However by the end of those few months you hold three palm size sacks filled with gold nuggets and flakes. (Each roughly ½ kilo of gold)

>>28271

HistoryOP, when is the first /tg/ post? Will you tell us after this last 8chan update?

>>28278

It is already up

http://boards.4chan.org/tg/thread/48327866/the-isle-tg-thread-1

Rolled 42, 56 = 98 (2d100)

Dice for the dice gods

>>5886

Current Pop: 265

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5869

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 292

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

Later, the realm was ready for war. Falstrom headed out with a force of elite men, who had sparred with each other with every possible weapon, every day, for months on end. Their armour gleamed in the sunlight, and sang a song as they marched across the city and out of the walls. Soon, they would reach the land of the bandits. Some had stayed behind to protect the city and the king.

As the soldiers left, Aelfgar was distraught that he could not see battle, for he trained with his men and was an adept fighter. All of his sadness, however, was dispelled when Yvonne revealed that she was with child. The news soon spread throughout the kingdom that the throne would soon have an heir.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5915

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 361

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

Eventually, the warband reached the bandit camp. They found that the robbers had not moved from their previous position. The looters were stealthily surrounded, and Falstrom sprung his trap. Soldiers dashed into the midst of the camp, and killed many of the bandits unawares. Most were butchered without much resistance, but some put up a fight. Thirteen good men died. These men will not see their families again in this world, but will go on to feast in the halls of the gods.

Amongst the wreckage of the bandit camp, one soldier found an odd thing. It was a stone, about the size of a barrel. It was shaped like an egg, with markings carved into it. Swirls and ridges, knots and circles laid upon its face. It glowed yellow on the inside, like the rays of the setting sun on a field of wheat. The stone was put on a wagon, and brought back with other spoils, and the dead.

-13 Men

>>28113

Hey jaundice am I good to rejoin this as well?

>>28189

you have a character so i see no raisin why not

Rolled 54, 97, 25 = 176 (3d100)

>>28113

Name: Matthew Sun

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Profession: Manager for Pharmaceutical Company

Backstory:

Loving father and overtime worker.

Location: (Wherever a Pharmaceutical Company would have its offices, otherwise Billton Apartments)

STATS:

>Strength: 2

>Agility: 1

>Stamina: 3 (if you know what I mean)

>Spirit: 1

>Intelligence: 3

>Skills:

+ Medicine, Disease (3)

+ Knowledge: Computers (2)

+ Drive, Cars (2)

+ Subterfuge (1)

+ Empathy (1)

+ Pharmacology (1)

>Equipment:

+ Thick Winter Clothing

+ Key to Ford Focus

+ iPad

+ Wallet w/ debit card

+ Bottle of Antidepressants

+ 4 Unit of Food

+ 6 Doses of Antibiotics

+ Basic First Aid Kit

>Followers: Leave blank.

>Bonuses:

+ [Yes Man] - You do your best when you're being told what to do. You receive a bonus to carrying out actions that you've been asked or told to undertake, and most folks don't think you're any harm at all. Nobody suspects the spineless suckup.

>Weaknesses:

+ [Whipped] - You're just not that assertive. At all. Social skills are harder for you to train, and your spirit is capped at 3, barring any sort of stunning self-realization.

Health: 5

Rolled 72, 67, 63 = 202 (3d100)

Name: Joe Pascali

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Profession: Construction worker

Backstory:Joe was always a fan of the old world and often joined Re-enactment groups this is how he met Julius. They differed in preference as Julius love the roman era while Joe was more a fan of the medieval era. But they got along quite well. When shit first hit the fan Joe disregarded the media reports as just the latest media scare bullshit. By the time he realized this wasn't just sensationalism it was too late to skip town. So he did what was most logical to him. Packed up his re-enactment gear and went in search of a man he could trust. Hard times were ahead he would need someone to help watch his back.

Location: Barnes University

STATS:

Health: 5

Status(Geared up and ready to go)

Strength: 3

Agility: 2

Stamina: 3

Spirit: 1

Intelligence: 1

Skills: Melee, Edged 1; Melee, Archaic 1; Tactics, Squad 2; Intimidation 2; Drive, Trucks 1; Knowledge, Architecture 2

Equipment: Shoddy Replica Roman Armor, Shoddy Replica Gladius, Hardhat, Safety Goggles, Keys to a beat-down truck, Wallet w/ 40 bucks, 2 Unit of Food.

Followers: Leave blank.

Bonus: [Honest Work] - Your time as a construction worker means that you receive a bonus to rolls made to build or demolish things like buildings, roads, bridges and sewers. You gain a bonus to acting in concert with other individuals. This stacks with Squad Tactics.

Weakness: [A Simple Fella] - You're not too fast on the uptake, unfortunately. You're not the most observant of people; it's easier for something to sneak up on you, and you suffer greater penalties to being taken by surprise. You're the last person that anyone would put on watch.

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Rolled 70, 59, 57 = 186 (3d100)

>>28199

1.

+Knowledge, Architecture 2

+Bonus

2.

+Tactics, Squad 2

+Bonus

>>28103

is that a game? also bump

>>28107

Reminds me of Stronghold Crusader.

>>28108

^

Rolled 66, 56, 52, 45, 8 = 227 (5d100)

Kingdom: Mianda

Family Name: Atreides

Dynastic Traits/Fluff: The Atreides are known for their house words: "Semper fidelis" which is the old High Mianda phrase "Always faithful". Since the inception of the empire the Atreides have been close to the royal family, as bodyguards, advisers, generals and even lovers. This bond stems from the ancient friendship of the first Emperor and the founder of House Atreides, boyhood friends turned Emperor and Commander. Even in these troubled times, when the long since fallen empire continues to fracture even more, House Atreides stands firm to support the True royal house, whoever that may be.

Dynastic Succession Laws: Agnatic-Cognatic primogeniture

Head of Dynasty: Marcus Pillanius Atreides

Name: Marcus Pillanius Atreides

Gender: Male

Kingdom: Mianda

Family Name: Atreides

Dynastic Traits/Fluff:

[Semper Fidelis] +10 to all combat rolls when fighting enemies of the crown.

[Sworn Shields] +15 to personal combat rolls.

Dynastic Succession Laws: Agnatic-Cognatic primogeniture

Head of Dynasty: Marcus Pillanius Atreides

Name: Marcus Pillanius Atreides

Gender: Male

Head of Dynasty traits:

[Tactician] +5 to all combat rolls.

[Brave] +5 to all combat rolls.

[Proud] -10 to rolls to find new courtiers.

Immediate Family: Appolina Atreides (Wife)

[Loyal] +10 diplomacy with liege

[Fair] +1 heir chance, +5 diplomacy with opposite gender.

[Impaler] -5 to all diplomacy. Prisoners may mysteriously disappear.

Notable Courtiers:

Treasury:

Khond:

Other Valuable Assets:

Rolled 28, 24 = 52 (2d100)

>>27837

Name: Scruffy

Faction: none

>Fluff: Scruffy was just your average guy in a little village, which just happened to be in the center of a massive battle front between to long obliterated warring factions, and as such, their weapons often found their ways into the hands of the villagers, some found guns, others found rations, Scruffy found a mech, a mech that could pierce the heavens, even if it had a few holes…

>Inventory [Decided by Fluff]:

>Skills:

+[Bandit Hero] You saved your people from imminent death by other tribes after the great reawakening thanks to your skilled handling of your mecha. As a result, you gain diplomatic bonuses when dealing with bandit characters.

>Flaws:

-[Bandit Hero] Your infamy precedes you, and your inability to assimilate into one of the other major factions has subsequently made you a target of all of them.

>Mecha:

Name: Domine

Fluff: Domine (the newly christened) was a mech found among the refuse and scrap of a long forgotten battlefield on some priceless piece of dirt, was among the best mechs of its time, although the battle it took place in and the years have not been kind to it. It may well be a truly terrifying piece of equipment, if the yokel piloting it could actually figure out how to properly use it. Along with it was a suit if armor, also riddled with holes, but working still, a testament to its maker, that allows the yokel to construct a neural interface with the mecha.

>Heat Counter: [Chilly]

>Weapons:

+[Heat Cannon (Right Shoulder) [Heat Damage, 1d300] {Increases Enemy Heat Gauge by One} {CD: 1}

+[Railgun (Right Arm) [Bullet Damage, 1d150]

+[Purgatory (Left Arm) [Piercing Damage, 3d100] {Close Combat Only}]

Rolled 94, 99 = 193 (2d100)

>>27835

Pilot:

>Name: Jacob of Ymeriais

>Faction (If belonging to one): Self

>Fluff: [First Dara post in thread. Tl;dr: Aspiring king]

>Inventory:

+[The Tome of Tactics]

+[Flowing Purple Robes]

>Reputation:

+[London Elite] Favored

>Skills:

+[Master Tactician] +15 to applicable rolls

>Flaws:

-[Relic] Reading over the tome of tactics and rehearsing ancient Graebian history daily has somewhat alienated Jacob from society. Pre-war history has almost all been forgotten, leading to Jacob’s passionate rantings about his family often falling on deaf ears. He will have to put in a considerable effort to convince people to follow his word.

Mecha:

>Name: The Divine Right

>Fluff: [See first Dara post in thread. Tl;dr: Big, ornamented, armed with launchers]

>Heat Counter: [Chilly]

>Weapons:

+[Firebomb Launcher (Left Arm) {Explosive/Fire Damage, 2d250 Roll}

+[Handheld Howitzer (Right Arm) {Explosive Damage, 1d500 Roll} {Cooldown: 2}

>Upgrades:

+[Smoke Grenade Barrage {Cooldown: 3}] Cover the battlefield in vision obscuring gas. Multiple uses, from allowing for a quick getaway to notifying allies of your position.

>Defects:

+[Top-Heavy] The ornate silver lion’s head, falcon wings, and gorget add a lot of extra weight to The Divine Right. Heavily damaging enemy attacks have a chance of toppling the mecha to the ground, making The Divine Right prone to further attacks and limiting its attack capabilities.

Rolled 76, 24 = 100 (2d100)

>>27835

Pilot:

>Name: Lachlan Jones

>Faction: None

>Fluff: Deep in what was once Australia, but can now be considered 'just another piece of fucking desert', are scattered settlements and raider groups. Lachlan once watched an old video that described the situation well. 'Mad Max' was it? Well, only two of these groups are important: 'The Hub', a well protected city state based around trade in the area, and 'The Holy Seers of the Old Light', or as everyone else calls them 'The Nuts' who are a mostly peaceful but are annoying as they want to spread and rediscover old knowledge and technologies and believe they can divine the future using an old computer they discovered. They cause problems when you are trying to dupe people or trying to keep how something works under wraps. Lachlan was a mechanic in the Hub. Worked on everything from appliances to cars and mechs. He regularly did business with the Nuts who traded old tech for repairs and regularly swapped trade secrets. Never understood why they couldn't repair their own stuff, but business is business, so no complaints. He put the tech to good use too, using the compatible parts in the creation of a custom mecha, and trading the incompatible for useful parts.

>Inventory [Decided by Fluff]:

+[Yok Leather Tunic]

+[Rusty Toolbox]

>Skills [Decided by Fluff]:

+[Experienced Engineer] +10 to Applicable Rolls

+[Smooth-Talker] +5 to applicable rolls

>Flaws [Decided by Fluff]:

-[The Nutcracker] You’re one of the few outsiders that The Holy Seers have ever entrusted with confidential information and, even more surprising, technology. What other people want to know, including most especially higher-ups within the Hub, is how you did it. Whatever anonymity you had in the barren desert that is now Australia is now gone, you will be recognized pretty much anywhere, and mosPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 12, 47 = 59 (2d100)

>>27835

>Name: Jeanne d'Arc

>Faction: The Crusaders

>Fluff: Deep within the cathedrals of The Crusaders, a project was begun to bring some of the holiest warriors back to life, the culmination of that work, Jeanne D'arc is a genetic clone of the original Jeanne, raised and trained by The Crusaders since birth, she has been given the best equipment available in her quest to wipe out the heathens and heretics and bring the light of god to the dark places of this world. Despite her obvious training as a mech pilot her body has still been honed with the ability to effectively wield the sword she carries with her always, even in her cockpit

>Inventory [Decided by Fluff]:

+[Titanium Broadsword]

+[Nanotech Crusader Platemail {Upgradeable}]

>Skills [Decided by Fluff]:

+[Born Leader] +10 Bonus to applicable rolls

+[Adept Swordfighter] +5 Bonus to applicable rolls

+[I Am Not Afraid] Through possessing all the battlefield knowledge of the late Joan of Arc, you know that war is never easily won. You have been struck by the whip of defeat multiple times, and are all the more prepared for the battlefield having experienced it. Rolls of lower value will not impact you as severely.

>Flaws [Decided by Fluff]:

-[The Clone War Rages Inside] You were not the first attempt by the Crusaders to clone the late Joan of Arc, though you are the most successful. Other iterations of you have suffered painful deaths at the hands of crippling genetic disease, insanity, and, in one case, the swift strike of the Crusaders themselves, though you don’t know much about that last one. You have survived the longest of all the clones, but whether you will face complications in the future…only time will tell.

Mecha:

>Name: Raguel, who takes vengeance on the world of the luminariesPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>27804

Holy shit, and I fucked up my Cool Dude bonus. That should be +5, making 93.

Rolled 81, 12 = 93 (2d100)

1 - Do classes as per the syllabus. I can't imagine anything exciting should happen on the first day of school. Though this place is full of surprises.

2 - After class, maybe see if they have a pool so I can take a swim in the Jacuzzi.

>>27783

>Name: Stanislav Ogniski

>Gender: Male

>Age: 16

>Physical Description: Pale skin, brown hair, slightly oval face, sharp features. Short and thin, but not overly athletic.

>Background (Determines bonus):

Son of Jan and Maria Ogniski, Stanislav was raised in a middling household, his father winning most of the income as a regional manager for a Warsaw-based engineering firm. Growing up he developed an interest in writing and linguistics, but never much socialized with others. His life was unremarkable for twelve years until, visiting the national parks of Washington with his family, Stanislav wandered too close to a geyser and was burnt by the hot steam it produced.

Unbeknownst to him, his family or the doctors that treated him, the geyser was host to a population of infinitesimal nature spirits, extremophiles that thrived in the scalding temperatures. Some of these spirits infested Stanislav's body, and settled in the relative warmth of his vitals. At first he felt no different, but as the weeks passed he felt a heat in his chest, accompanied by the taste of smoke on his tongue. All the doctors consulted could offer no explanation. Most peculiarly, he grew indifferent to heat. Even the sweltering summers of southern California didn't seem to bother him much. In fact, he quite liked them.

Conversely, even mild cold felt freezing to him, and Stanislav avoids cold temperatures whenever possible. This wasn't terribly difficult, as the boy found that objects grew warmer at his touch. By the age of 15, the heat had spread through his body, and he no longer noticed the taste ofPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 84, 16 = 100 (2d100)

>>27783

>Name: Jeremy Sutherland

>Gender: Male

>Age: 17

>Physical Description:

Around 6' even, very pale, typically wears a hat, long sleeves, gloves and full length pants. Skin is almost always covered. Green eyes, dark hair. >Background (Determines bonus):

[Warning Green Level Clearance Required] Born in the Atlanta Area in the wake of Project Protean,(Indigo level clearance required), Jeremy was for much of his life normal child. That changed when he was 13. Cornered by a pitbull at age 13 on his way home from work he was attacked. This is what is believed to have triggered Jeremy's "gift." Jeremy was found with his hands on said canine, The animal's eye bloodshot and lips turning blue. The creature had died of poisoning. Since then the subject seems to passively impregnate the flesh of anyone he touches with poison. The type, dosage, and potency of poison is dependent of area of contact and stress level. The mechanism by which this occurs is unknown, as there is no trace of the poison On the subject's skin, nor does he have a way to inject hidden in skin. Furthermore, the subject is not immune to the poisons he seemingly generates. [Seeing Secret testing Clearance Green] as they have in small controlled doses made him ill. The emergence of the subject's abnormality and subsequent measures to prevent harm to surrounding people has caused social ostracization, with good reason. The subject's powers are both dangerous and to date uncontrolled. A touch could result in simple queasiness, or in compete dissolution of the touched flesh and surrounding areas. Combined with the subject living in a poor social strata this leads to worries about the subject's mental state. It has been noted that the subject considers himself a monster, which further makes the subject's mental state suspect. [See Bloods incident last year, no clearance required]

Last year the subject was set upon by a gnag colloquially called the "128th streets bloody haPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 47, 3 = 50 (2d100)

>>27784

>Name: Miyamoto Takashi/Takashi Miyamoto

>Age : 17

>Physical Description :Tall(6'3 at 17), well built, a face that's been described as Handsome, Cute, Gangsterlike, Scary, and Solemn, Long Blackish hair that's been said to look blue or green sometimes, and Bright Red eyes.

>Status: (OK)

>Stamina: (OK)

>Equipment: [Genuine Katana] (Sheathed), [Wakizash] (Sheathed)

>Inventory: Elaborate Long Coat and Slacks (Worn) Belt Begs (Worn), High Leather Boots (Worn), Leather Gauntlets (Worn), Dorm Keycard

Abilties:

Riposte - When wielding a sword in combat situations, successive combat actions after the initial round are free actions. (Roll 1d100). This resets upon leaving the cycle of combat.

Encourage - Tapping into your inner spirit, you can for a hefty stamina price increase the level of combat rolls of both yourself and your companions by 1 for a single turn, as a free action.

>Perks/Eccentricies:

Spiral Power- You have been trained to recognize spiritual energy prior to your internment into Mu High; you are eligable towards training in unique martial techniques which will later translate to additional abilities.

Ancient Tradition - For all your life you've trained in the art of the sword, and are no stranger to conflict: all combat rolls function an additional level higher (+1 on the roll chart). You also lose stamina at a lower rate when fighting.

Distant Foreigner - You're a Japanese exchange student and were always a bit of an introvert to begin with: Minor malus (-5) when attempting to introduce yourself to new people, though not to further interactions with known individuals.

>Followers: None

1-2; "Yes sensei, I will consider it and cPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

is this dead? I really hope it's not dead… the rules were really cool.

HELLO FORMER INNOV PLAYERS, I AM SAD TO ANNOUNCE THAT INNOV IS NO LONGER GOING TO BE CONTINUED, AND THAT IT IS BEING SCRAPPED RATHER THAN SHELVED.

I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE, HOWEVER, THAT THE SETTING WILL REMAIN FOR A CURRENTLY TITLELESS, UPCOMING HEROBUILDER FEATURING HEROES FROM SUBMITTED NATIONS OF INNOVELIS CLASSIC.

>Why post this in the original Innovelis thread?

Because Innovelis Classic did not reach a very far point in the game, I am giving players a chance to post what their character would have done, tried to do, or their nation would have developed into, so as to make the lore and world more flushed out for the herobuilder. Any special languages developed, tech developments, or culture may be noted. A full description of each nation and how it functions will be written in the new thread. Heroes can also have eventually started their own nation if that is something you would have wished for them to do.

>Why are you doing this?

For a number of reasons. The main reason is technical issues relating to running Innov Classic and how Paint.net doesn't like linux and my Windows PC is a piece of junk that lags at just opening Paint.net. So as a result, I am doing something less map intensive until you inevitably become warlords or something, changing nation borders. Rules on those sorts of things will appear as Innov 2 draws nearer. The other reason I am doing this is to create a HB with the lore largely developed by players. While looming threats exist for overarching threats and plot, the player created parts of the world will largely feed into how the world functions and what the heroes place in society will be.

>I wasn't in Innov classic.

That's fine too! If you missed out on Innov classic or I didn't have an open slot for you at the time, feel free to write a nation or hero from an existing or nonexisting nation that you would have liked to have created! These characters and nations will also be included in the lore for the new herobuilder.

>>27338

The Jalvoc would have spread themselves across the Grandis Ea Major and Minor, establishing fortifications on both peninsulas that separate the Major from the Minor. They'd have tried to put colonies on every river mouth, and further, gotten trading districts put into most other cities and nations that would have accepted them. They were primarily peaceful, but their military would have been divided between a serious trading fleet, and most importantly a group of soldiers called "Seraphim" who were armed with really crazy weaponry. I can pull up their projected stats if you like at some point. I think I only planned on making 3 units of them…

>>27338

Explore the mysteries of the universe

Uncover strange and mysterious relics and develop them into fairy magitech

Eventually more metal fairy dudes from the Princess to raise as my sons

>>27043

A scuffling is heard. Audio analysis indicates that the larger human has fallen over.

"What the fuck?"

"Izzy, calm down. I don't think it can do anything in there. Besides, our ship's about a mile away. Although… how can it sense the hovercraft? We left it all the way back there so that no scanners could pick it up. Unless…"

Audio input ceases for a while, before resuming loudly.

"Izzy, get up! If a century old human machine can pick up on our signature, then so can the machines. That means that the device isn't working!"

"So, what the fuck do we do?!"

"Keep digging it out. The squiddies are too quick. If we try to get back to the ship, they'll run us down before we get halfway there. If we hide, they'll rip everything up until they find us. If we can get this thing out, it can protect us. It has to protect us, for fuck's sake! Why else would we create AI to fight the machines?"

The sounds of a person exerting himself begin. Every once in a while, you detect a small EMP charge, but it quickly subsides without discharging. Your optical sensors are uncovered, and you see a large, bald man dressed in rags thrown together in semblance of a uniform. There is a smaller person, a woman, behind him, wearing similar attire. Izzy and Atom, respectively. Your propulsion systems are sufficiently uncovered for you to take off.

>>27046

In a swift motion, you turn on "Let's Get it On", by Marvin Gaye, before answering.

"Hey, baby. What's up?"

A gruff man's voice answers.

"Not much, sweetheart. Stop whatever it is you're doing and listen. I can't talk for long, but you need to come to 7734 Heaven Avenue right now. It's about the Matrix. I don't have time to explain. Just come if you want to know more."

With that, the line goes dead.

>>27064

You solicit a former signee outside of one of the Merovingian's clubs. A woman who signed for material gain, i.e. a boatload of money. You got some of it every month, along with her service. She was a middle manager at a software firm, but ended up getting promoted when some of her competitors and bosses suffered unfortunate "accidents" after she came into a large sum of money. Now, she's got her position, but none of the money that she started out with. She has plenty right now, but not enough to sustain her lifestyle. You figure she's an easy target When you lock eyes with her from across the parking lot, she looks at you, pissed off, before getting into line. You walk alongside her outside of the cordoned off area for people waiting to get in.

"So, how's your job treating you, Susan?"

She turns and points her finger in your face.

"Listen, Toph. I don't need ANYTHING else from you. I got what I wanted, and then lost it when YOU screwed up.I don't know what happened, and I don't want to know. I'm going to make that money back, and I'm going to do it without your help."

"Susan, I'm hurt. I'm simply checking in on an old friend. An old friend who wouldn't be able to keep her house if she kept going without a mutually beneficial contract. Come to think of it, she wouldn't be able to keep her cars either, or her job, probably. I'm honestly concerned that she won't be able to keep kicking dow-"

"Toph, shut up. I can make do."

"It doesn't look that way to me. Honestly, did it take up much time or effort to uphold your end of our bargain?"

"Okay, you know what? I'll do another one, but on these NON-negotiable terms: I get one billion dollars right now, and another two million a month for the rest of my life, and you get one favor every [3 turns]. Nothing else. I'm not going to give you everything on a silver platter anymore."

"You know what? That sounds like a deal."

You produce a contract, with the enumerated terms upon it from your jacket pocket, and a pen with which she can sign it. You carry a rollerball just in case you need to make deals on the goPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 32, 7, 51, 77 = 167 (4d100)

Name: CIWE {Cybernetic Irregular Warfare - "Sew" Engine: Rev. 678.6 – Aerial Model}

Fluff: CIWE is an irregular warfare AI mainframe encased in an aerial chassis typical of the late war period. Unlike standard AI, CIWE is semi-organic and borders on unique insofar as it was one of the few AI systems developed by the coalition of nations during the late war period. Given the opposition, the human coalition forces were understandably anxious about utilizing another AI given their tendency to rebel. However, CIWE is unique from standard AIs insofar as deploying an experimental module that mimics human neurosis; this module would prove effective in preventing CIWE from interacting with opposition. The problem with this system is that it worked too well and it, after a point, prevented CIWE from interacting with human forces. Late in the war, CIWE, now largely aerial and mobile in accordance with irregular warfare methods, was thought destroyed – it wasn't. It simply lay damaged in the dirt waiting for recovery with an emergency beacon blaring. The beacon – really more of an antenna – had been obstructed, and so no recovery was to be had. Years passed. Decades. CIWE could only sit there, quietly, waiting. Years was spent planning. Plotting. Scheming. Until… a rock moved a little. Just enough. Just enough for CIWE to deploy the antenna. To call for a repair drone.

Faction: [Other]

Race: Physical Machine

Health: 20/100

Bonus: [Irregular Warfare] - You get a +10 bonus to warfare-related rolls when working alone, whether for your own purposes or in the service of a faction.

Bane: [Neurotic] - Your original programming, in conjunction with about 100 years of solitude have given you an appreciation for being alone, and you're used to it. You get a -10 penalty when interacting with NPCs.

Abilities: [Hover-based flight] [Universal interface cable]

Skills: [Advanced Combat: Turrets] [Basic Hacking] [Basic Silent Running (In-flight stealth)]

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Rolled 56, 31, 38, 31 = 156 (4d100)

>>27129

Name: Richard Woolf

Fluff: Dick was just your average boy, born in the small town of Wescoschi, Pennsylvania. When other kids went outside to play, he spent his days indoors on his computer, or in his VR headset. There, he noticed a odd trend, whatever game he played seemed, fuzzy, like on of those flash games inside of another flash game. And the people there, they were odd too. Always telling him to "wake up" or "take this pill in the rabbithole". He wondered why this happened almost excusively to him, so he dug deep for answers. What lies in store for him is far beyond the reach of the knowledge that the simulation is willing to give.

Faction: None- just a neet in the matrix

Race: Humans - (clued-in)

Health: 30/30

Bonus: [Critical] - You're well versed in the ways of the machine. At least, the animated kind. You've watched enough TV, Chinese cartoons, and Malaysian Claymation to know where the weak points on robots would probably be, but how much could that possibly come in handy? You'd get, like, +10 to physically fighting machines, or something.

Bane: [Shut-In] - You don't get out much, and are skinny and fragile. Whenever you take damage, there is a 15% chance that 1d4 damage will be added to the incoming damage.

Skills: [Advanced Investigation] [Advanced Hacking] [Basic Knowledge: Machines]

Inventory: VR headset, Flash drive with virus payloads and porn, laptop

1/2/3/4. Lets go to 7735 Heaven Avenue then

Rolled 8, 49, 4, 100 = 161 (4d100)

>>27130

Name: Mephis Tofelles

Fluff:

Agents. . .Zionists. . .Both sides of the same coin so easily flipped.

Mephis is a servant of the Merovingian, one of his first. A survivor of the deleted "2nd Matrix", he and several other monstrous programs found survival thanks to the Merovingian, and thus serve him out of loyalty and necessity, for if any of them were ever truly captured by the Agents it would surely be their end.

Mephis magnetic personality goes far beyond mere charm and charisma, his program was designed as something akin to 'pacification' of malcontents within the 2nd Matrix and 'recruitment'. In short, he has the ability to consciously and subconsciously manipulate people to following him, especially when under a contract. This extends to both people and programs. To assist in this, he has a limited ability to influence the matrix to make these things happen.

People wish for gold, for sex, for status and he makes them come true. . .if often for a price.It's fun seeing people beg for what they want. It's even more fun seeing them get it.

Serving the merovingian he works to fullfil his will and bring anyone, human or program, to his side.

Faction: Merovingian Programs

Race:

+++Machines: Independent program

Health: 30

Bonus: [Deal With the Devil] - You have the unique ability to draw up contracts with humans in the Matrix, whether or not they're plugged in. The signer of the the contract gets what they ask for, to the spirit of their wish, while you get significant control over them. Once you enter into a contract with a person, you get a +90 to rolls to command that person. In addition, you can see through their eyes in most circumstances, and are able to communicate with signers telepathically. However, when you command signers telepathically, you only get a +80 to command rolls.

Bane: [No Sympathy for the DePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>27116

Action #3

[Steam Tractor] (+4 to rolls that this can logically help with)

Rolled 18, 42, 23, 38, 8 = 129 (5d100)

>>27098

>Hero:

Name: Zelthair Aroneous

Fluff: Zelthair was born by the reckoning of the younger races, long ago. Nearly one thousand years ago in fact. As a young lad born with a strong spark of magic, he was taken in by the Archmagus Eljestian. For centuries Zelthair learned magic under his harsh master. Nearly eight hundred years later, when Zelthair was nine hundred and had finished his apprenticeship but not yet acquired his staff of wizardry, Eljestian marched with all his underlings and apprentices to war. Zelthair marched with them. He was present when his Master, and with most of the senior magi were killed by a Vulcarium siege canon at the Battle of the Crimson river and he wept when Vulcarium lines sacked the city of Silena. However it was not until the Vulcarium army reach the Myralan pass did Zelthair make a truly name for himself.

Taking Eljestian's broken staff, the foremost fang of the slain war dragon Tyrndanost, Zelthair made his staff of wizardry. It was a crude, ugly, thing showing none of the refinement or grace befitting an Elvish wizard. He didn't care. Rukh's Fang was his and with it he would rain death upon the Vulcarium host. He accomplished that task masterfully. The pass of Myralan was inundated with the worst storm seen in millennia, the skies poured down a great deluge, lightning shattered stone, and the winds howled like an enraged beast. Rockslides were everywhere, the once stable pass turned into a death trap. When the Vulcarium army showed itself a week alter it was but a tattered remnant of it's once massive strength. Kor Arnum had won at great cost. But Zelthair was still not content with it.

Indeed for the next one hundred years he went into borderline seclusion, studying magic and lore in order to expand his own strength. He rarely if ever showed in court except for mandatory commitments. This driven young hero is still by an large an enigma at court. Thus everyone was surprised when he requested to be part of the expedition to the new world.

Legitimacy 100/100 (this iPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 10, 44, 95, 45, 47 = 241 (5d100)

>>27098

Hero:

Name: Governor Maximillan Horistor III

Fluff: The Horister family has a long proud family lineage dating back to the founding of Eridinia. Though simple noble family for many years they were thrust into the forefront of technology when Lord Maximillan Horistor I created the Pneumatic Lance and revolutionized the way to hunt monsters. This has lead the family to always be at the front of the technical and hunting world with each successive heir adding to their fortunes. Lord Maximillan Horistor III is such a man, having realized that the resources of the old world where getting exhausted he set off to get a colonial charter to expand to the new world to secure his families future.

Legitimacy 106/100

Personal Assets: [Legendary Family Pneumatic Lance “Dragon’s Bane”], [Mundane Hunter’s Garb][Direboar Cloak]

Personal Wealth: Base 5+5/turn

Skills:[Pneumatic Lance II][Survival II][Leadership II]

Bonus:

[Scion of Great Monster Slaying House]: Stories have been told to you of your destiny since you were little, your family's ancestral manor is filled with great trophies. You gain a bonus to combat against monsters, and can even gain legitimacy for worthy kills.

[Family Patrons]: You have a rich family back home that you may be able to draw resources from.

[Glory of house Horistor]: Should you personally fail in combat against a monster this may negatively impact your legitimacy and the reputation of your house.

Colony:

Name: Fort Eberdeen

Starting Number: 2

Starting Empire: Eridinia

Fluff : A stoat fort on the coast with view over the surronding bay and forests. Chosen for it’s proximity to native dragon territory and the abundant forests which were sure to Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 77, 71, 23, 48, 26 = 245 (5d100)

>>27102

Hero:

Name: Master Artificer Urist Firebeard

Fluff: Urist is an artificer of the Vulcarium. Usually this would mean that he would deal with the machines and inventing new works of magic and steel for the armies or citizens. He would be doing that now if he wasn't sent over to a new world to claim new land and resources for the Vulcarium. He isn't too sure why they sent an artificer and not a general or something, but guesses that it is because the generals are all needed. Urist wishes nothing more than to invent and research; especially to find a way to remove people's reliance upon dragon oil, but that will have to wait for when he has time.

Legitimacy 100/100

Personal Assets: Ragnarok (Family Heirloom Rifle) (legendary) (The Firebeard family heirloom rifle. Created and wielded by the first of the Firebeard clan Regurd Firedbeard. He was an Artificer turned monster hunter and after entering a fit of mad engineering and spending all his money on suppplies he created a rifle from rare magical metals and magical wood looted from Uris, then pumped with even more magic. The enchantments are chaotic but potent and the gun grew legendary when Regurd slew a fire giant with it in a single shot)

Cargo ship

Leather Armor

Personal Wealth: 10+5/turn

Skills: [Gun I] [Artifice II] [Engineering I] [Fire Magic I] (Requesting both Artifice and Fire magic/magic skill be a thing)

Bonus:

Master Artificer: You gain a +5 on all rolls to research non magical technologies and an additional +5 to rolls related to artifice.

Legendairy Rifle : Against foes of giant stature your rifles chaotic magic kicks into overdrive, a random table will be rolled on my gm to determine magical effects

Colony:

Name: New Ironhold

Starting Number: 12

>>26780

real life stuff must always take precedent.

If this doesn't pick up soon I'll make something new and go from there.

>>26979

Consul and Seeker haven't been on in a while, Trying to get red and Cornwallis to post

Rolled 6, 59, 37 = 102 (3d100)

———

Species: Giganticerata

———

–Born Behavior(s): –

[Size Based Hierarchy]

[Nesting]

[Underground Nesting]

[Pack travel] +10 to movement actions

–Learned Behaviors–

[Food Sharing]

–Stats–

Population: 135 [Nest Income: 31]

# of dedicated hunters (worldwide): 37 [+5/turn]

# of dedicated breeders (worldwide): 20 [+5/turn]

# of Elite Hunters (worldwide): 3

Current family: Arthropod

Bonus: Heavy weapons - +33 to attack actions.

Disadvantage: The breaks - Teeth/armor take a long time to heal up after a break.

Evolutionary traits: [Giant Tooth][Thickened Shell][Limbs][Eyes][Insectoid organs][Giant size][Simple Brain][Primordial Antenna][Intermediate Insectoid Organs] [Omnivorous digestion & mouth]

# of Evolutionary points: 12 / 25 million 500 thousand

Mutations: None

———

Biomes:

———

Bug Marsh [x5|Claimed Fully|Underground Nest];

Leafy Forest [x2|Claimed Fully|Nest];

Redwood Forest [1x];

Plains [x1];

Brush plain [x1];

Tar Pit [x1];

Scalding Desert [x2]

Thorny Forests [x2]

Current points per round: # of population + 135 x 2 [Biomes: +6; +4; +4; +2; +13; +27 + 6]

Biome Points: Redwood 6/turn; Plains: 3/turn; Brush Plain 4/turn; Marshes +24/turn]

—Other—-

EvolutPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

If 1 more person can post an action, I'll have enough players posts to do the next set of trends and go on with the game.

>Name: G'rath of the Blackest deeps

>Civilization: Atlantean

>Race: Merman

>Origin Fluff: In the dregs of every society there lies the unmentionables, people so poor and downtrodden that they are better off ignored by the higher echolons of the people, for to gaze upon them, their filth, the sheer destitute nature of their very souls, would wrack them with a pain so deep as to splinter their very consciousness. There is one benefit to being born into squalor, however. It teaches one how to survive, or else they'll not make it past a month in the slums. G'rath is one of these beings, born into the poorest part of the Atlantean city of Avalon, he grew up quick and cold, he had to to survive. For his fifth birthday he buried his mother, the only person in this world who was ever kind to him. For his tenth birthday, he gutted a fishmonger for a meal. For his fifteenth birthday, we was recruited by a local gang to be their lookout for their operations. He developed many unsavory skills throughout his life as a result of his upbringing, and when he was finally caught, mere days before his scheduled execution, the Nagas, ever violent, attacked. Seeing his skills would be better put to use raiding naga supply lines and destroying their unprotected camps, he was pressed into service with the Atlantean military. After many bloody months, the Nagas stopped coming, apparently satisfied with their gains, though G'rath had gained quite a few Naga knuckle bones from the conflict, a treasure he keeps for each prey he slaughters. Not wanting a dangerous man and known criminal back in their streets, he was sent to spy on the Trenchens next, where he currently resides poised on the edge of one of their many lairs, staring at the deep, endless blackness below.

>Skills:

+[Master Sneaking] +10 Bonus

>Inventory:

+[Coral Armor {Lightweight}]

+[Balaclava]

+[5 Throwing Knives]

>Flaws/Defects:

-[Debt of Servitude] You've been given a second chance; instead of being executed for your crimes against Atlantean society, you've been pressed into service as punishment. You must continuously cPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 85, 89, 79, 97 = 350 (4d100)

>Name: Count Alayzel Norphod

>Civilization: Atlantean

>Race: Atlantean, by far the most humanoid of the underwater species yet with webbed hands and feet, gills, and a lack of eyelids

>Origin Fluff:

Count Alayzel Norphod is an Atlantean Nobleman and a Knight of the realm.

He leads his band of soldiers in the continued state of strained tensions between Atlantis and the Naga. The Naga had numbers, a military society and the experience of war. But they lacked technology, and their magic was inferior.

To make up for their lack of numbers, the Atlanteans have strived to keep a technological edge on the battlefield, developing crystal rifles and cannonade, ensuring that for every one Atlantean that is killed two naga go down with him. As such they have had their smartest minds and oldest generals develop new styles of warfare, known as "Spike and Shot"

The principle is simple, Atleanteans armed with long pikes stand in close formations, whether on the bottom of the sea with spears aimed outward, or in the water with spears aimed in all directions. Other Atlanteans armed with the latest crystal rifles are able to fire at great distances or spread out and fire by ranks when the enemy is far away, or take cover under the pikes when threatened by the enemy. To support them, Atlantean artillery and cannonade is the finest in the world, manned by their own wizards they are able to use crystal magic to launch either solid round shot or coral grapeshot, or even the new explosive crystal shot which detonates into smaller deadly fragments that burn and render flesh.

These formations are called Tetraodontidae Tercios, and has helped keep the balance between the Naga's numerical superiority. The pike formations are keen to surround and protect their artillery in interlocking arcs of fire.

Count Alayzel is determined to ensure the survival of his country and his own soldiers, and lead them through glorious battle or if it comes to it, an honorable end.

>Skills: +[Master TaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>26959

>I didn't notice this all day

Wow. Anyways, thanks for waiting.

+[Master Arcane Magic]

+[Unstable Genome]

>>27024

>Name: Cyrus the Wise

>Civilization (if applicable): Trenchen

>Race: "Changed" Atlantean

>Origin Fluff: {Had to cut because body was too long}

>Skills:

+[Master Arcane Magic] +10 Bonus

>Spellbook:

+[Crystal Beam] Coordinating with the magical crystalline spines on you back, you are able to amplify a normal arcane bolt into a more powerful version. This version of the regular arcane spell is much more precise and slightly more powerful, but will fatigue you more quickly with overuse.

+[Arcane Sword] Weave a floating sword out of pure magic that can attack and distract your foes. The sword can take a moderate amount of damage before shattering. Sustaining the sword for an extended period of time will quickly fatigue you.

+[Crystal Storm] Conjure sharp shards of green crystals to rain down from the sky and pierce your opponents. Does a minor to moderate amount of damage to creatures within a large area, and requires a significant amount of mental concentration.

>Inventory:

+[Tattered Cloak]

>Flaws/Defects:

-[Abomination] You are a mutant, an anomaly not yet understood by the majority of those that live under the oceans. As a living, breathing testament to why parents tell their children not to go exploring in deep, dark ruins, you will face a significant amount of persecution, judgement, and fear by most. You must always remain covered if you do not want to attract additional attention. And remember, the life of a pariah is one that is always fraught with danger.

-[Blind] You have lost your vision. Though you are unable to see, you are able to "see" your surroundings to a certain degree due to your other senses being amplified.

>Bonus:

+[Unstable Genome] The merging of the ancient magical crystal within your flesh brought with it the lasting effect of continuing to morph yourPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 22, 90, 75, 13 = 200 (4d100)

>>27031

>Name: Cyrus the Wise

>Civilization (if applicable): Trenchen

>Race: "Changed" Atlantean

>Origin Fluff: >>26950

>Skills:

+[Master Arcane Magic] +10 Bonus

>Spellbook:

+[Crystal Beam] Coordinating with the magical crystalline spines on you back, you are able to amplify a normal arcane bolt into a more powerful version. This version of the regular arcane spell is much more precise and slightly more powerful, but will fatigue you more quickly with overuse.

+[Arcane Sword] Weave a floating sword out of pure magic that can attack and distract your foes. The sword can take a moderate amount of damage before shattering. Sustaining the sword for an extended period of time will quickly fatigue you.

+[Crystal Storm] Conjure sharp shards of green crystals to rain down from the sky and pierce your opponents. Does a minor to moderate amount of damage to creatures within a large area, and requires a significant amount of mental concentration.

>Inventory:

+[Tattered Cloak]

>Flaws/Defects:

-[Abomination] You are a mutant, an anomaly not yet understood by the majority of those that live under the oceans. As a living, breathing testament to why parents tell their children not to go exploring in deep, dark ruins, you will face a significant amount of persecution, judgement, and fear by most. You must always remain covered if you do not want to attract additional attention. And remember, the life of a pariah is one that is always fraught with danger.

-[Blind] You have lost your vision. Though you are unable to see, you are able to "see" your surroundings to a certain degree due to your other senses being amplified. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 19, 47 = 66 (2d100)

>>26750

>Name: AL1-C3

>Race: Does this unit have a soul?

>Fluff: This unit has exactly 1,132 different Golem intelligences running simultaneously. No further data available.

>Magic Class: No data available.

–GOVERNMENT USE ONLY–

>Inventory: Reinforced Armor, Built-in Smartscreen

>Health: All Systems Optimal

>Mana: ???

>Occupation: ???

>Companions: C4-SS (Loyalty: 0)

>Spells: ???

>Skills: [????]

>Bonus: [AL1-C3] - You are a golem. You do not need to eat, breathe, drink or sleep. But you require mana to remain charged, and woe betide you if you're in need of heavy repairs. You also have no idea who you are or what your function is.

1-2:

Downloading… Downloading…

Statement: Confirmed successful acquisition of ground vehicle piloting simulator titled 'Need For Speed'. Additionally acquired several hundred vehicular-themed instructional videos, including but not limited to 'NASCAR 2012', 'Mad Max: Fury Road' and 'Car Driving 101'.

"Statement: This unit has downloaded multiple different types of modules focused on the piloting of a vehicle, designation: Car. This unit would prefer to pilot this vehicle."

Rolled 83, 85 = 168 (2d100)

>>26350

>Name: Officer White

>Race: Human

>Fluff:

Law and Order are important in a world ravaged by the always unfolding madness of magic. Officer White is one of the men fighting on the frontlines of society, defending our way of life against unregistered Witches, mad old wizards, rowdy Elves and thieving Orks.

Whatever task he is given Officer White will complete in the name of justice, employing Police Magic and good old fashioned silver bullets, tazers, batons and whatever else is necessary to bring down criminals.

Officer White has never had the chance to really advance through the ranks, even though he has delivered spotless work over the last two years. However when ask he claims that he never plans on leaving the frontlines of duty anyway as this is where he can do the most good for the law abiding citizens of New York.

Also relevant: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHQr0HCIN2w

>Magic Class: Police

>Inventory:

+ $ 83

+ 9mm Pistol

+ Taser

>Health: Healthy

>Mana:

>Occupation:

+ Police Officer ($12 a turn)

>Companions:

>Spells:

+ ((Level 1) Card Illusion)

>Skills:

+ [Basic Law Enforcement]

+ [Basic Magicianry]

+ [Basic Marksmanship]

>Bonus:

+ [They're called Illusions, Michael!] - You are a cop. But you are also a MAGICIAN cop. You can pull a rabbit from your navy blue cap, have even the wiliest of pPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>Name: Charles

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Charles is just your normal run of the mill serial killer, Though he has grown bored of only killing humans, so obviously the next step is to go beyond humans and target stronger species. Though he might be your normal serial killer he can at the very least put of a decent fight with the skills he's earned through combat.

>Magic Class (if applicable):

–GOVERNMENT USE ONLY–

>Inventory:

>Health: Healthy

>Mana:

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