/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 94, 96 = 190 (2d100)

>>24874

Name: Aria of clan Nomez

Race: Skein, A race of Snake humanoids whom are close to nature and naturally good at healing with magic.

Current Planetary Location: on the ship of: ( Baz character name.)

Fluff: Aria is an unusual Skein, ever since she was young it was notable that she seemed incapable at casting even the simplest of spells to heal injuries or help plants grow, but at least she was good at taking care of plants the mundane way. It wasn’t until a later date when she was in a crash accident that they discovered that she has insane regenerative abilities. It seemed the magic had changed her biology instead.

Magic Class: Regenerator.

Health: Slightly Wounded.

Mana:10/10

Spells: None, but you can heal with your bodily fluids which drains mana first then health depending on the amount of healing done

Equipment: Regenerative body, Medical Laser Pistol, snaek tits ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ship:

Bonus: Regeneration- Unless someone drives a spike through your brain for good you wont ever die.

"Yes sir."

Aria looks down at the bruised and battered Terry, it seems her blood had taken better effect than she had hoped, It had been years since she healed someone in that manner, usually only sharing such secrets with the Ship doctor, Captain and their Right Hand. With care she lifts him up, takes him to the medical wing and leaves him on one of the functional beds before slithering out to check on others. She helps any survivors she finds, either helping them to the medical wing if they are injured or directing them to the captain to help out with fortifying the ship. Aria later then returns to the medical wing to do her best in tending to the remaining wounded she found while Birch is out.

>>24906

why did you roll twice you slut

Rolled 93, 45 = 138 (2d100)

>>24874

>Name: Khole Varlseer

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Khole is the engineer for the ship of {insert Bazrael1's character here}. He is the only engineer of the ship. That is because every other engineer on the ship either decided to join the normal crew and plunder or were so annoyed with his rigged repairs or random experiments that they decided to leave. No problem though, Khole just replaces them with golems anyway. Ship works fine anyway.

>Current Planetary Locatiom: On the ship of {Insert Bazrael1's character here}

>Magic Class: Magitech engineer

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>Health: Slightly Wounded

>Mana: 10/10

>Spells: Beam Fix (lvl1)

>Mutations:

>Equipment: Magic Wrench, Unstable Engineer Shotgun

>Ship: TSS Interpid

>Bonus: [Mad Engineer]You have a chance of turning mechanical failures into successes with penalties

1&2. Find out what the fuck happened to the engines.

Rolled 39, 57 = 96 (2d100)

>>24874

>Name: Dr. Terry Lamb

>Race: Human

>Fluff: A college graduate from the prestigious Royal Terran Academy of Science and the Arts, Dr. Terry Lamb is a prodigy in all the wrong ways, His genius and curiosity is only matched by his miser attitude and obsessive compulsive need for order and cleanliness. For while he is a man of science and technology, he holds a particular dislike for aliens and their "Magics". Infact, he barely can stand them, and cloaks himself in a bio-hazard suit of his own design. The only reason he is willing to work with them, is the simple fact that, well, Space College aint cheap.

>Current Planetary Location:TSS Intrepid

>Magic Class: None, never test

>Health: Severe condition

>Mana:

>Spells:

>Equipment: Biohazard suit, Solar Eagle(Desert Eagle but in SPESS)

>Bonus: Science prevails. You gain a +10 to things science related but a -10 to things magic related.

1) Ow. Ow. Hello pain, my old friend. Stupid Aliens. Ow. Those thoughts flicker through Terry's mind as he lays in the wreckage. Slowly, he contemplates whether or not he should let himself die, before meekly calling out for "Help…"

2) He tries his hardest to heal anything he can on his own, but it doesn't look good for the scientist.

Rolled 35, 26 = 61 (2d100)

>>Name: ???

>>Race: Xenomorph (Queen)

>>Fluff: Life is hard as a queen with all the ruling and paperwork you do….unless you're a bug that is. This aliens hive was all but wiped out expect for her she stowed away on board a cargo ship where she has since been rebuilding her hive. She is a rare breed of alien that actually has magic due to some altered genes from testing in laboratories and as such most of her brood will be specialized in stealth magic.

>>Current Planetary Location: On board a Cargo ship in deep space

>>Magic Class: Steath

>>Mana:10/10 Charges

>>Spells:Shadow Step(Lvl 1) Shadow Eggs(Lvl 1)

>>Equipment: 70 Newborns, 10 Orc Hybrids

>>Ship:TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship

>>Bonus:[Xenomorph Queen]Exactly what it says on the tin

>>+Human Breeder

>>+Pregnant with human-xenomorphs

1. Lay more eggs.

2. Birth the hybrid, hopefully it can blend I. With the crew

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>24987

>>24987

>>24988

You and the big rat stare each other down. You see the primitive gleam in his eyes, and can see from his lean body that he is all muscle. You give him a menacing look, and decide to end this fight before it begins. You reach out with your mind and prepare to brutalize his own. But as soon you touch his mind he goes into a rage and leaps at you.

You and him are knocked to the ground as he claws at you savagely, ruining your concentration. You slash back at him with your scalpel and manage to slice into flesh, which does a phenomonal job of pissing him off further. The two of you tumble and roll as you fight, and with all your might you manage to push him off just long enough to turn tail and run for your life. You dont know how long you had to run from the bigger beast, just that your wounds bleed and ache from the fight you just lost and that you've used up some mana for nothing.

>Health: 7/10

>Mana: 9

>Dont Post

Rolled 14, 6, 1 = 21 (3d20)

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>Name: Isaiah Ackley

>Current location: A poor bar in the Capitol

>Fluff:

Isaiah ain’t no good talkin man. ‘E ain’t no rich man. Isaiah just a man whose good at hittin stuff, and puttin down drinks. One time, sommun gave ‘im a buncha money an’ told ‘him ta get some modif’cations. So ‘e gottim self a fansy shmancy metil arm, to hit stuff betta. Cause thats what ‘e does: hit stuff good.

>Health: 6/6

>Inventory: [Bottle of Cheap Strong Booze][Oil Lubrication Kit]

>Skills: [Unarmed Melee][Endurance]

>Reputation: [None]

>Powers:

Fansy-Shmancy Metil Arm: You have replaced your dominant arm and hand with an experimental Aetheric Steel Automail. You take no health when someone hits the arm, and deal extra damage when you hit someone with it.

Fansy-Shmancy Repair Bills: Your experimental Automail can be temperamental, with a chance of breaking down in combat [Lower half of Failure spread], and needing some nasty repairs when on a Critical Fail. When the Arm needs repairs, it's dead weight.

1. “Gimmeh ano’er one o’ too. I stil tirstee.” [Drink excessively]

2. “Who d’ ya tink ya lookin at?” [Start a bar brawl]

3. “Herd 'bout anyun who mite wan' som'tin' hit?” [Ask bartender about jobs]

>the name alone

How could anyone say no?

>Name:

Yesleniya Petrovich

>Current location:

Swank-Ass Pad

>Fluff:

Social Engineering has always fascinated Yesleniya, and without ethical review boards or paternalistic "morality" thrust upon the Sciences, she has pursued an Ultra-Darwinist agenda in her own way by attempting to find the Übermensch–the Super Man instincts she believes to be locked inside of (a select few) normal humans by society, propriety, and constraints of common ethics. She will go to any lengths to achieve unlocking the Übermensch in her subjects. Even if they do not survive, she can gather data and try, try again.

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>Health

>Inventory:

>Skills:

>Reputation:

>Powers:

Rolled 10, 3 = 13 (2d10)

>>24860

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>Name: Boltik Alsfelt

>Current location: The lower slums, local chapel

>Fluff: Boltik was never a soft man. Never a soft boy. Never a soft /anything/. He has led his entire existence in the face of awful corruption and horrors, from the moment his father died in the coal mines, the moment he learned of his mother's rape and death, the moments spent as a young orphan, the moment he was ordained as a Priest of the Church of Evalyn, The moment he wed his beloved, and the moment that she was taken from him by the plague. He has lost so much, and struggled on. The world is cruel to Boltik. But now was the time for Boltik to be cruel to the dark world that had hurt him so dearly.

>Health: 5/5

>Inventory: [Icon of Evalyn][Holy Book][Blessed Steel Blade]

>Skills: [Theology][Melee Weapons]

>Reputation: [Lower Class:+]

>Powers:

Faith Unyielding: In actions where endurance of mind or body are important, you gain a +3 to your roll.

Those Who Seek Darkness…: You have a harder time seeing brighter sides of things, and where others might see gray you only see black.-3 to all interaction rolls.

1) Begin holding mass at the market square for all those who wish to listen and repent.

2) At night, we shall purge the darkness on our own. Stalk the allyways looking from crime and corruption

Rolled 13, 3, 11 = 27 (3d20)

>>24856

>Name: Maris de l'Espritmarteau

>Current location: Capitol Slums

>Fluff: Maris was once the son of a lower noble family. Like many young nobles he was sent to university to learn about the world and make alliances with the future generation. He quickly picked up the sciences of Aether and started his own tinkering. He may have even become recognized as a prodigy, if it were not for the eternal games of the bored nobles. Maris's family was cast down from the ranks of the nobility due to the plot of another noble house, and the rest pounced for the chance to have more toys for their games. His father and mother committed suicide, his sisters and brothers either escaped to the streets and lost to him or taken by a noble to become their play thing in one way or another. Maris escaped, having been out testing an invention of his and only hearing the news after a week from a trusted servant. He destroyed his lab and took only his working prototypes and a locket with the picture of his family. Alone on the street for a few days he was found by Mina Rivelton, and made a deal. In return for supplies and the satisfaction of seeing the nobles suffer he will create and invent weapons and machines for the revolution.

>Health: 5/5

>Inventory: [Portable Toolkit][Small bottle of Aether crystals]

>Skills: [Recreational Tinkering][University-level Aether Theory]

>Reputation: [Nobility:–]

>Powers:

Persuasion: You gain a +5 to NPC diplomacy due to your noble background. You might want to destroy the class system, but your posh accent gives you advantages.

Fallen Noble House: -5 to dealing with the nobility. Posh accent and ratty clothing combine to be objects of derision. This replaces Persuasion when dealing with upper class.

Byzantine Plots: You have potential friends in high places, allies of your parents or enemies of those whoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(At max characters. Will try to update later today, but might be delayed until Thursday. HolyFire, you have 3 actions, only used two)

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>24707

Rolled 41, 78 = 119 (2d100)

>>24745

>Name: Veronica "I'm not short and I'm not stacking anything, what the fuck are you talking about!" Fiyera

>Race: Half-halfling

>Fluff: Father was a halfling. Mother was a human. Grew up in a loving home. Not fat, just big boned. Good with a wrench. Not a wrench wench, very insistent on that. Never seen a person repair a jump drive so fast. Recommend hiring her immediately, if you can handle her constant shouting.

>Current Planetary Location: SPAAAAAAACE

>Magic Class: What the FUCK is a magic

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>Health: Healthy

>Mana:

>Spells:

>Equipment: Wrench, Plasma Pistol

>Ship: TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship

>Bonus: [Experienced engineer] You are quite skilled at using the functions of a ship to your advantage

1-2: Well, tertiary power is stable, at least. All tests are seeing a stable voltage level increase of over 23%, fluctuations in the grid have dropped significantly (Good job screwing the fucking thing down, Jerry, the cables half-unplugged every time the gravity generator compensated for rotation.)

But… It's really, really sounding as if something's wrong. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but that sounds louder then rats down there. And I'm only getting static from above deck…

"Hello, hello, Engineering announcement three. Consider me consolidating whoever hears this into engineering. Everyone who reads, that is, anyone who'se by an intercom or a speaker, and yes, that means you Jerry you lazy good for nothing son-of-a-bitch, get your ass over here. Something's up. I'm only getting static from above deck and the sounds below deck are getting more frequent and they definiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>24745

After ascertaining her own condition, Perenna's first thought is to check to see if there were any casualties during the crash. With good fortune they landed in a region with good telecom access. If the telecom even still works…

>>24747

Health: Severe condition

>>24748

Health: Damaged

>>24755

Health: Partially wounded

>>24756

Health: Partially wounded

>>24758

Health: Wounded

>>24762

Health: Hurt but Healthy

>>24763

Health: Major Wound

>>24785

Health: Wounded

>>24759

The newborn head on out to catch fresh meat. Meanwhile you focus on your new prisoner. Though he is scared you still manage to turn him on, and soon you have your way with him vigorously. By the time your finish your scouts have come back with many warm bodies…

+Pregnant with human-xenomorphs

+20 captives

>>24767

Once again you only get more static. Maybe its the radio systPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 91, 95 = 186 (2d100)

>Name:Birch

>>>>Race:Elf

>>>>Fluff: Birch was picked up by {Insert Bazrael's Character} when he came across her stuck in a bar on an outpost planet. Born with the ability to manipulate Aethar she act as the ships on board mage.

>>>>Current Planetary Locatiom: Baz's Ship Tm

>>>>Magic Class: General Aethar Manipulation, force fields, energy blasts, etc.

>>Mana:10/10 Charges

>>Spells:Aether Blast (Lvl 1) Aether Field(Lvl 1)

>>Equipment: Aether Pistol

>>Ship: TSS Intrepid

>>Bonus:[Born Mage]Like many you had to learn to control your magic, which most beings have. Unlike most though you were born with much more control and potential, making it much easier to cast aether spells and learn new ones.

Health:Wounded

1-2:PANIC PANIC PANIC. "This is Chief Medical "Doctor" Birch, all critically wounded or majorly wounded personnel please find your way to the medical wing or what's left of it. If you are not in complete shit condition please find someone who is and help them here."

Start taking care of the influx of injuries and work through the pain.

Rolled 94, 35, 99 = 228 (3d100)

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>>24744

Dara why not come back to the chat?

Any room?

>>37400

There hasn't been a post in almost a year.

Rolled 19, 41 = 60 (2d100)

1,2. Start on my way to New Home. I think I've made up my mind about traveling to become a royal jester.

>>22113

Hm…Not too many wrong doings around here…Weird. Oh well! Lets look harder!

It seems that the delivery man is a little late, yet some how, you get a post card apologizing for the lateness.

>>22138

Doesn't seem like it…Oh wait! Finally, some one to- Darn it, just another Temie. The dumb things keep sneaking into your den as if to get spooked! Oh well, better luck next time you think, as the white….dog…cat thing? slinks out of the grotto.

>>22160

Hm. Things were only getting trickier the more you looked into the collar's technology. The last royal scientist, despite her ineptitude, had conjured up some basic schematics… and while they give you some IDEA on what to do, it's still a long way away.

2/9

>>22170

You get some nice little furniture for your home, and some plants! How quaint! And you even got one from that little dragon! how adorable! All your friends will say how nic- oh thats right. You don't have any friends.

>>22174

you sit quietly, something you hate to do. However, just as you start to move, it sinks into your body, and falls out from your under belly! It seems that its a tad bit too heavy for your…jelly like form to hold up without focus.

However, this annoyance also distracts you from thinking up ways to hurt gothic.

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Rolled 49, 35 = 84 (2d100)

1. Be a Hero. Help the people of WATERFALL with anything they might need help with. T (1/4)

2. Prepare better for a trip to Snowdin. Warm up some rocks by laying them next to the Hotland bridge, order some clothes from NEW HOME using the local delivery service.

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Rolled 65, 82 = 147 (2d100)

>>23535

1-2. Continue to work on the collars, I am at a race against time and that. . .human. 2/9

Full update to come, bringing Regalia up to sp33d

>>20816

+1 Fame from killing foe.

You hire a historian, who is -1 Wealth\turn in Upkeep.

[Historian: Currently Researching Magical Swords]. You may change his research topic as a free action.

You arrive at the

>Ruins

There is chaos and fighting. You sneak past it.

>You are belowgrounds in the ruins

Rolled 4, 8, 19 = 31 (3d20)

[Crane]

—–

[Stats]

Name:[Crane]

Race:[Human]

Type of Hunter: Wear mask. Use sword. Former assassin. Now mercenary. Kill monsters. Few words.

Stats:

-Strength:[3][+1](4)

-Swiftness:[4][+3](7)

-Intellect:[1]

-Charisma:[0]

—–

Vitality:[18(20)]

—–

[Fame]

Fame:[3]

Wealth:[19]

Cadre:[1]

[Unit Names]

-Historian: Currently researching magical swords.

-

-

Upkeep:[-0](Wealth/Turn)

—–

[Equipment]

Weapon of Choice: Blade of Poulontoria (+3 Swf, +1 Str, 50% chance to drain any foe of 1 random humor on a deathblow and mutate based upon the humor absorbed)

Vestment: Gentleman's Armour: -1 incoming damage, +2 to social interactions

Knowledges:

-Surgery [Good]

-Alchemy, Poison [Good]

-Herbology [Poor]

Items of Note:

-[Surgery Tools]

-[Throwing Daggers][x7](+1 Swiftness)

-[Assassin's Blade](+2 Swiftness)(10% Chance to deal double damage on hit.)

-[Assassin's Masque](90% chance to conceal identity.)

—–

Bonusses/Eccentricities:

-[Jack of All Blades](+2 damage with any bladed weapon.)

-[Few Words](-3 to all social interactions.)

—–

Corruptions

-[None]

—–

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I am interested as well. but need update.

>>23610

>>23610

I'll hit you up in irc wunce I've posted one for ya.

>>21347

1. "Hold Back the Waves!"

Wealth 2, Fame 2

"Huge swarms of Plaguespawn are rushing out of the plague ward, and the scorched earth stratagem that hemmed them in when they were haphazard is failing. We need people on the front lines."

2. Ghamonk learns of a mad Wizard in the Plague Ward that has remained in his tower. It's rumored to be full of gold he's looted from the plague victims, but for some reason the plague freaks ignore him…

3.

>>21348

Withese things in mind you depart for the ruins, where you arrive to find some people from the city have killed many necromancers and shattered a few skeleton warriors and hell hounds.

You hear their leader is underground and they're trying to smoke him out.

ALMOST FORGOT DO NOT POST YET YOU CAN FLUFF THOUGH.

You may post now!!!

Rolled 15, 6, 4 = 25 (3d20)

>Name: Faele Letlutter

>Race: Human

>Age: 68

>Gender: Male

>Fluff: A practitioner of holy magics, Faele Letlutter has led a long life of pious devotion to the Gods, myriad in number and function, vastly powerful, and impossible for a mortal to fully comprehend. Faele forgot the last part of the Gods' description, and has spent decades pouring over tomes, learning the names, functions, and symbols of the Gods, as well as the powers they bestow upon their followers. He is convinced that there is some power that unifies the gods, separates them from the races of the mortal coil, and is essential to truly understand any deity. His reason for coming to Dz'Thxia? He believes that there has been some kind of wisdom left behind in the ruined places of that land, and that the darkness itself may carry with it answers to the secrets of the universe.

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Inventory: Clothes,Rucksack

Health: 20/20

Sanity: 20/20

Gold: 500

>Fame/Infamy: (You earn this in game)

>Equipment: Red Robes, Blessed staff

>Bonus: Every 5 turns, you may pray to a god of any pantheon and request divine intervention

>Location: The Kings Legs Tavern

1. Taverns. I've been in more of these in my time than I can count, and I can count damn high. I've got an odd relationship with them. On one hand, the lighting and atmosphere are usually nice enough, but it can smell, and the patrons are unpredictable at best. Still, those with room and board can provide a base of operations, at least to those with gold. I may be able to work out living arrangements with the proprietor. A little haggling here, some charming there, and even the offer of work if I get desperate. It's not my strong suit, but negotiation can't be unlike public speaking, right? I'm good at that.

2. ExaminePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 17, 4, 9 = 30 (3d20)

>>23671

>Name: Almeris Bogan

>Race: Human

>Age: 24

>Gender: Male

>Fluff: Almeris is what is known as a Soul Alchemist. He is a magic user who takes a piece of the soul of those he defeats and turns it into a new spell or ability that he may use. This is done by placing the bits of soul into specially designed soul flasks.

At a young age Almeris was taught to be a soul alchemist by his father, one of the teachers of soul alchemy in the prestigious school of soul alchemy. He quickly learned all he could about the art of soul alchemy and then was sent on The Collecting. The Collecting is a tradition where young soul alchemists are sent out into the world to collect the souls of monsters for their spells. It is frowned upon to get spells any other way besides their first one, which is usually given to them at the start of The Collecting. Almeris now roams the world as a monster hunter, looking for prey and power.

DM fills this part out

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Inventory:Clothes,Rucksack

Health:20/20

Sanity:20/20

Gold:500

>Fame/Infamy: (You earn this in game)

>Equipment:

>Abilities: Fire Breath, Alchemy

>Bonus: Based on fluff

>Location:The Kings Legs Tavern

1. Look about, try to see if there are any monster hunting contracts.

2. Talk to the patrons of the tavern and look for rumors of monsters.

3. See if I can find a book on monsters. I thought I had one in my bag, but it seems I lost it.

Rolled 21, 72, 29, 62 = 184 (4d100)

>>23956

Name: The Jub-Jub Tribe

Colour: some shade of green

territory:57

Fertile: 4

Metal: 7

Oil: 8

Energy: 3

Tech:Woodcrafting weak

Bonuses:

Armies:

6 warbold stickpokers

-Huntergatherers: All your units take 1 F less maintenance.

-EXTREMELY Primitive: Your Nation is a primitive race and unless they spend a lot of effort or are uplifted they will stay behind the others in the technology department. high-tech research takes 2 actions. You can Not be traded tech and can only research tech that your cutebold relatives already have as they need to explain the concepts.

-Where the hell did that cutebold come from?: You can recruit 3 times as many units per turn as all others and you get easier expansion.

-Warbolds: your bolds have a 20% increase in fighting power over normal cutebolds.

1.2.3 Growing space

4. Raise more warbold stickpokers

Rolled 15, 36, 50 = 101 (3d100)

>>23957

Name: Ascendant

Colour: Blue

Fluff/background: This world is strange, as we Ascendant have found. We are a race of mammalian organisms with short growing fur. Our long snout and powerful eyes give good eyesight and smell. Our dental patterns allow us to eat almost anything. Yet nature has shown we are weak, if not for our mind. When there are beasts that grow larger than many trees and plants that can uproot themselves, our minds were all we had.

We developed technology. When Vorgoth hunted us we made spears and fire to hold them back, then bows to hunt them. We learned all we could of the world and put it to use. Bows to crossbows, to muskets, to rifles, to machine guns and missiles. Followed them were one disaster after another that we overcome. Now is the age of digitization, where the 3D printers print parts for cars and scientists still debate which energy source to put stock in, nuclear or wind and solar. To us the love of technology and being the 'highest tech' you could has led to much prosperity. It is an old way of life, but one we will not give up. Oh the irony.

Fertile: 3 [1]

Metal: 5 [1]

Oil: 3

Energy: 3

Territory: 7 (was 11, changed to match map)

Tech: 3d-Printing (weak), NBC protection (Weak), Surface-to-space missiles (weak), Missiles (weak), fission (weak), Railguns (average), Cyber Security (weak), Materials durability (Weak), 2/4 Genetics, 1/4 Nanites, DD-Space understanding, DD-weapons [weak], DD-resistance (Average) 4/7 next

Bonuses:

+1 research.

Perks: Each tech level requires 1 less success. so 3/5/7/9/11 instead of 4/6/8/10/12

Armies: 1 standard infantry

Buildings: [Capital missile batteries]

[Military research complex, Weapons research get +20]

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>13981

Expansion roll

>>13925

[Cowboys catchup]

1. The expansion stalls due to some water on the roadways. The horses are spooked for some reason.

2. You build a trade route to New Camelot. (Add trade route: New Camelot [Huge;+2/cur/turn;+1/culture/turn]

3. You hold the first battle. The audience is somewhat small, but it seems to go okay. If you manage to get a big one it might lead to something interesting maybe… (+2 culture.)

4. You finish up religion. Woo doggies! (set technology: Religion to II)

Name: The Prismatic

Race: Psionic Humans

Color: Purple/Black

Lore: Psionic Humans are Humans gifted by the powers of eldritch beings from the Prism. The Prism to some is a nightmarish realm filled with unsightly creatures that will haunt the minds of normal men and women, but the Prismatic have come to full comprehension of the Prism.

Before the bombs dropped, the Prismatic mostly went to ancient ruins to conduct their rituals. Such ruins would be Eskoth, an ancient city beneath Providence, Rhode Island. These rituals communed with the Outer Lords and their minions, who gave them even more insight and power to the inner workings of the Prism and realms beyond.

After the bombs had fell, the Prismatic's Psionic remained in the city of Eskoth, venturing out to explore what ruin and pandemonium mortals had brought. Throughout Massachusetts and Rhode Island, the Prismatic tried to come into contact with Human settlements. Some were eager to trade with these robed folks who carried around strange arcane artifacts that granted superhuman abilities. Those that displayed Psionic potential and wanted to join the Prismatic must go through a series of mental and physical trials in order to become apart of such an organization.

But, it would not be time for the Prismatic to become feverishly hunted by a group of cross wearing fanatics who claimed to be the last Christians of Earth (Note: I'm not one of those pretentious fedora lords).

The Prismatic mandate that war should only be done in self defense, not on the offensive. A few psychic bolts were enough to eviscerate a few companies at best, but then all of a sudden they started to haul and bear anti-psionic technologies.

Left with no other avenue, the Prismatic brought upon a Prismor named Gax'tar, the Blood Weaver. Gax'tar slaughtered these Warriors of The Cross with virtual impunity. Their numbers would be depleted and butchered by tides upon tides of horrific Prismors that the Prismatic had loss all control over the monstrous interdimensional

creatures.

>>22854

The latest thread is here anon,

http://8ch.net/builder/res/781.html

Rolled 77, 68 = 145 (2d100)

Name:The New England Patriots

Race:Human

Fluff: Tom Brady may be down,but he's not out " The new england patriots have seen better days what with all the scandal regarding their cheating,but that doesn't matter they are still up to their cheating ways because now WHO THE FUCK'S GOING TO STOP THEM??? I mean it's the apocalypse or after it no government is going to accuse us hell we have no government. we are loyal to football and only football we shall do anything it takes to win including cheat because. Fuck you, I'm Tom Brady.

Government Type:Fuck you, I'm Tom Brady!

Economy Type:You broke the rules finding out about how I broke the rules.

Religion:Football is love Football is life.

>>You have been granted an additional bonus:

3. FUCK YOU I BREAK THE RULES: Every time you roll from 25-50 you can re-roll an action (once per roll per turn).

1. Search for rare earth metals

2. Finish industry V research 8/10

Industry: [33]

[Bureaucracy V][Civil Oversight: +4 to civil construction rolls]

[Tools IV]

[Infrastructure II]

[Power III]

[Mechanics V][Mechanical Production: +2 to all mechanical production]

[Industry IV]

[Cybernetics II]

[Power armor II]

[Autofoundries III]

Rolled 13, 15, 8 = 36 (3d20)

>>23568

>Name: Isaac Casten

>Age: 29

>Fluff: "When I was a youngun, there are no noble blood, there are no papi to take me and no mother who'll accept a orphan like me in the estates or in the town itself. But the woods is another story, for you see it's true that I had no father but I had lots of mothers and sisters. They read things out of a strange tome and perform rituals in the cover of night. One such ritual changed me and made me strange and unfathomable when I was eighteen.

For you see when this ritual was performed there was a death of a young virgin and a ominous chanting. After that I awoke near a pub, they usually have the drunkards and whores in there with the usual coin and stories they peddle. One such tried to rob me when the guards aren't looking. As he stabbed me I felt like I was slipping into the light and I saw a blackness.

But I've awoke not near a pub or in a grave but in a cell. I vastly remember dying and I remembered the feeling of being stabbed but the strange thing is that I've didn't die. The inquisitor knows somewhat of my condition and told me that I've done a grave sin but wanted me to join him as a apprentice. His name is Leonard Casten and he taught me to hunt monsters for you see now I've got a duty, I've got a will of iron, and I'll stop the heretics."

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>20/20 Health

>15/15 Sanity

>10/20 Lust:The higher this gets the more prone you are to doing unreasonable and lewd things.

>Bonus Might of the immortal:Everytime you are dealt a fatal killing blow roll a d20 to see if you die or rise again

>Drawback Touched by the oldgods: You suffer from horrid visions while inside the estate roll 1d20 every three turns to see if you caPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 710 (1d1024)

Everyone is suddenly teleported to to the bowels of the mansion straight in front of the portal.

There is an army of eldritch abominations. Suddenly cthulu bursts forth from the portal and summons tophats on all of the creatures and bursts out into interpretive dance as this song plays. THIS IS THE FINAL BATTLE ROLL FOR DANCE OFF

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXrdYwG17PE

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>23593

Rolled 969 (1d1024)

>>23594

You dance your heart out and blow cthulu the fuck out closing the portal with your awesome dancing skills which looks like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twqM56f_cVo

Rolled 6, 17, 3, 5, 5 = 36 (5d20)

>>23474

>Nation Name: Tribe of Bonlir.

>Nation Colour: Gray/Tan.

>Race: Gray-ish orc-sized Goblins.

>Food: 11

>Pop: 11 (+1 per turn)

>Military:

[Queen Skartooth] (Armed w/ Stone Spear)

[Unarmed Bonlir Militia]

[Speargoblin?]

>Buildings:

[Quarry (Sandstone)]

[Farm] (+1 Food per harvest rolls)

>Tech/Magic:

-Military

[Stone Spears]

-Civilian

[Stone Tools] [Agriculture] [Advanced Stone Architecture]

>Bonuses:

[Raised from the sands] +1 to building with sandstone

>Disadvantages: (N/A)

1-2: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… The Queen shall not die, not by the watch of the Bonlir Goblins!

3: What about her palace? Did it have a accident? Just get back to work on it, so that the Queen has a place to stay. +[Raised from the Sands]

4: In addition, form a group that will make our territorial expansions easier.

5: And, you know, expand our territory as usual, somewhat northwards.

Rolled 16, 10, 7, 3, 9 = 45 (5d20)

>>23473

Nation Name: Stone wings

Nation Colour: Purple

Race: Dwarf

Starting Location: Southern Island Mountains

Fluff: A tribe of short humanoids living in the mouth of a cave complex, banded together against the giant bats that inhabit the caves. The men, armed with spears and torches, drove the bats back into the caverns. But they will return, this we know. They will not find us unprepared.

Food: 10

Pop: 10 (Increases by 1 every turn, can't be greater than the amount of food)

Military: (can't be greater than 90% of Pop)

Buildings: (To create permanent building you must have a tech and resources, eg. Stone architecture and quarry)

Tech/Magic: Stone Tools, Stone Spears, Torches, Shields, Smelting, Mining

Disadvantages: [Haunted By The Past] There is a very small chance that your people are attacked by the bats again

1 )Copper tools 1/2

2 )Continue our work with the Giant Rat Domestication, select them for size and fur thickness 2/3

3 )Continue working on armor 1/2

4 ) Continue our work with Alchemy 1/5

5 ) Make weaponry from the copper

Rolled 3, 11, 5, 4, 4 = 27 (5d20)

>>23471

Nation Name: Aesgara

Nation Colour: Cyan

Race: Sea Elves

Starting Location: Eastern isles

Fluff: Elves that breath in water, swim naturally and like suing spears to kill sea and land food. Also have a penchant for hydromancy.

Food: 14

Pop: 12 (Increases by 1 every turn, can't be greater than the amount of food)

Military: (can't be greater than 90% of Pop)

Buildings: 2 farms(+2 food from harvest actions)Academt 2/3; Barracks 1/3

Tech/Magic: Stone Tools,Stone Architecture, ; Ambush Tactics; Swords;

Bonuses:

[Puddle Power] +1 on water based rolls.

[Water Walkers] You can live in the water and spread your nation over oceans

Disadvantage: [Dried Up] Your people cannot walk on land for any longer than 1 turn without having to breathe water again

1 Finish the academy

2-3 work on the barracks

4-5 hydromancy research!

Rolled 9, 11, 20, 12, 1 = 53 (5d20)

Nation Name: Nadicya Priya / "Children of the Flowing Waters"

Nation Colour: Magenta

Race: Otterfolk (Average 5-foot tall anthropomorphic otters)

Starting Location: On a river near a river mouth, if such is free.

Fluff: "The sea called out to the land, who did not answer as she could. So she made her daughters, the rivers, live upon the land and flow back to her, so that she may learn - but even then, the land had many secrets. And the rivers in turn made the first otters, creatures of land and water who could live in and be the bridge between both worlds. That is the story of how we were made."

The otterfolk call themselves "The Children of the Flowing Waters", and have long lived by fishing the rivers and diving in the bays, or hunting game near the shorts and coast. This tribe of otterfolk, having found a good spot near both salt and fresh waters, have decided to settle in for awhile, to give time to repair any of their tools, clothing, and gear.

Sayings: "Salt may sting, but shellfish are tasty."

Food: 15

Pop: 14 (+1/turn, capped at food)

Military: 1 Spearmen

Buildings: None!

Technology: Stone Tools, Obsidian Tools, Stone Spears, Fire, Weaving, Pottery, Cooking, Bricks, Ships, Fish Net traps

Magic: [Elemental Shamanism: Requests and Favors, Cousins]

Bonus: [Puddle Power] +1 on water based rolls

Disadvantage: [Straying To Far From Home] -1 on rolls for action that don't take place near the coast or a river

In Progress:

-Brick Architechture 1/2

Things progress and things change. Perhaps we can learn how to live in a single spot after all? We've wandered for a long time, and it has only been since we've come here that we've begun to learn and grow.

Rolled 8, 19, 11, 10, 18 = 66 (5d20)

>>23474

Nation Name: The Nachtfang Tribe

Nation Colour: Purple or Red

Race: Vampire minority with human majority

Starting Location:

Fluff:

A tribe of night hunters who worship the goddess of the moon have seen some of their most powerful warriors blessed with the powers of the night. Practicing a great many blood rituals to empower themselves the undying of the Nachtfang tribe seek to lead their much less knowledgable and short lived brethren into a new age.

Food: 11

Pop: 11 (Increases by 1 every turn, can't be greater than the amount of food)

Military:

+ Nimble [Unarmed Vampire]

+ Shadowrise [Vampire]

Buildings: (To create permanent building you must have a tech and resources, eg. Stone architecture and quarry)

Tech/Magic: Stone Tools, Stone Spears, Animal Husbandry, Alphabet, Blood Magic, Drums

+ Stone Architect 1/2

Bonuses:

+ [Forced Conversion] You may gain a military unit for each round of combat won so long as you have sufficient food.

Disadvantages:

+ [Majority Rules] You cannot train military units if your military is more than half your pop

1. Finish Stone Architect 1/2

2. And Nimble felt the terrible power that he had been blessed with as he stared upon the blood red moon and he knew that the future was his. And he bowed down to the Moon Mother and power pulsated through his veins. His muscles tightened and all things living heeded to his command.

+ Advance Blood Magic

3. Tossing bits of rocPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 88, 71 = 159 (2d100)

>>22974

>Name: Morgana ExCentris'Nilus

>Position: Seneschal (Wo)Man Courtier

>Race: Human

>Religion: Church of the Uniter

>Foes:

1. The Theists (No effects)

2. Eastern Nations

>Plot Twists:

+ Animal Companion

>House Fluff:

It's the royal family really.

>Personal Fluff:

Great architect wannabe with greater dragon.

>Political Clout: 46

>Oaths:

+ 1 Nobility

>Vassals and Other Holdings:

+ [Architects] Guildsmen (1x Additional Quality) Rank 2

+ [Bello] Drake (5x Additional Quality) Rank 6

+ Inventors (1x Additional Quality) Rank 2

+ Labor Golems

+ [Freemasons] Builders

>Relations:

+ Close links to Empire of Opalescent Pearls

+ Ability to build: Economic monument at an enormously reduced price.

-> IF: Builder (Rank 6) is Vassal

1. [Social] Progress with the social housing had been rather lacking. However there wasn't a lot of other options for Morgana so this time she would simply have to stick with the plan and continue to construct housings for the poor. After all Rome hadn't been built in a day and she would be able to put her name all about in hidden places, a silent reminder for the generations to come.

>Assign:

+ [Architects] Guildsmen Rank 2 (2*2)

Guys, it has been a while, and interest has obviously flagged.

I'm sorry, but it's obvious I bit off more than I can chew with this, and haven't been able to run it as well as I had hoped.

I'm shutting it down here, but I'd love feedback on how I could run this game better in the future.

>>23513

I'll throw in my two cents then.

1. I loved your lore and your rule set. It was obvious you worked hard on it and it worked. I especially liked the oath system.

2. It felt like you were throwing out empire destroying enemies way too fast, as we would have had to find the emperor's assassin, fight off the eastern lords being united, and find out how to fight the horrors from the underdark. That may have been rng and if so ignore this.

3. I enjoy your willingness to work with player ideas and make them balanced.

I hope you run this again one day, your main problem was that some of the major players, such as Anni, DMW, and Maldaris disappeared which may have thrown out important plot points.

>>23513

My interest has not waned, but I am sorry to hear this. It was a magnificent setting with an interesting system that I do hope may see the light of day again.

I still in fact remember the major hype over this game and the interactions within it. I want to think that if it ever got updated again, interest would return.

>>23516

On that note, as I have always said, every game must take into account the possibility, if not inevitability, of people dropping out or others joining in.

This is not because they have always lost interest, there could in fact be legitimate reasons like having less time, internet, or other things.

But if a game cannot function without a "vital players" then that bears great risk.

In short, I still have to say you ran a great game and I can't really find fault in the way you handled it. I especially enjoyed the religious aspect and how individual players who were chosen by the gods could be spoken to them.

>>23513

Honestly, if you were to tell me you were going to update soon, i'd post

Rolled 86, 62, 44, 9 = 201 (4d100)

>>23326

Tribe Name: The Broken Stone Tribe

Leader: Masked Bear

Color: Blue

Fluff: A primitive dwarf tribe who has settled near the base of a mountain chain. For some reason they feel at home in the mountains.

Location: In the forest near the mountains

Tech:[Stone Axes][Hunting][Stone picks]

Resources: 6 Stone Axes, 26 pelts,1 young bear, 7 bone, 4 stone picks, 2 Tusks, 4 Scales

Items: [The Obsidian Knife] (+11 to combat), Unicorn Cloak (Nothing, but signifies leader)

Population: 6m/6f

Buildings: Cave, Fire pit, Greater Alter (To He who sees from the void)

Bonuses: Bear Aspect - You channel the power of the mighty bear and can use it to boost any role to fight or hunt by +5

Minuses: Dwarfs- You are a greedy insular people and have -10 to work with other tribes

1. Turn the Unicorn cloak into unicorn leather armor.

2. Farm 5/10

3. Cave Expansion 5/10

4. Hunt +5

Rolled 42, 82, 60, 48 = 232 (4d100)

Name: The Bluehusks

Leader: High Leader Shiz'nok'aka'womp [Shiz]

Color: Blue

Fluff: The Bluehusks are a premier tribe of senient tool-using humanoid crustaceans of the same name. Such creatures are largely foreign to the air-breathing world: Bluehusks prefer tidal zones for their bases and they dislike interior areas that dry areas when compared to their more familiar ocean biomes. Generally Bluehusks are not terribly keen on other forms of life, but, they prefer to be left alone to ritual and worship rather than engage in warfare.

Location: Central Island.

Tech: [Net Fishing][Normal Worship][Bone Clubs][Tactics]

Resources: [Nets:5][Whalebone:0][Large Shell:1][Fishfarm:Supports 10][Boneclubs:3]

Population: 5 Male Warriors/6 Females

Military: 1 Giant Crab

Buildings: Large Shell hut, Primitive Shrine

Bonuses: Thick Shelled - Your people are hard shelled and have no problem shrugging of many things giving them +10 in combat

Minuses: Tidal Born- You cannot expand into areas that are not coastal or connected with a river

———

Actions [Resources, Fishfarm, Expansion, Spawning]

———

1. A few of the Bluehusks try to locate more bone. [Resources]

2. The fishfarm looks very nice, frankly. (Fishfarm Expansion [1/5])

3. The Bluehusk go and expand again. They take their fancy clubs and club anything that opposes them. [Expansion| 5 Warriors]

4. Work continues on the (Spawning Pit [6/10]).

Rolled 27, 32, 77, 35 = 171 (4d100)

>>23398

Tribe Name: The Broken Stone Tribe

Leader: Masked Bear

Color: Blue

Fluff: A primitive dwarf tribe who has settled near the base of a mountain chain. For some reason they feel at home in the mountains.

Location: In the forest near the mountains

Tech:[Stone Axes][Hunting][Stone picks]

Resources: 6 Stone Axes, 26 pelts,1 young bear, 7 bone, 4 stone picks, 2 Tusks, 4 Scales

Items: [The Obsidian Knife] (+11 to combat), Unicorn Armor (Hero wearing it can not be slain until he is the last unit standing)

Population: 6m/5f

Buildings: Cave, Fire pit, Greater Alter (To He who sees from the void)

Bonuses: Bear Aspect - You channel the power of the mighty bear and can use it to boost any role to fight or hunt by +5

Minuses: Dwarfs- You are a greedy insular people and have -10 to work with other tribes

1&2. Farm 7/10

3. Cave Expansion 6/10

4. Hunt +5