/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>10177

After a few days hard work felling trees and selling skins you manage to recoup a bit of the money.

+100$

>>10178

"I won't talk man, I'm not afraid! There's nothing you can do that Mr.Silver can't to a hundred times worse! I will prove my loy-" His voice cuts off as weight is applied to his privates. It takes a bit but after a while he spills that there are 10 higher-ups inside waiting in ambush. You've got a feeling there's something he's not telling you but you're not sure you have much time before the constabulary arrives.

>>10228

You didn't manage to find anything till fill with booze easily. That didn't really matter since you didn't really have any booze anyway. You DO have some steel/iron/pewter and brass flakes though after some filing. You put them in a improvised ba made of a hankerchief.

Rolled 61, 71, 17 = 149 (3d100)

>>23431

>>Name: Malcom Strix

>Description: Malcom is a thug, A member of the Black Hat gang that works the streets. He extorts, threatens shop keepers and bribes police. However he and his aren't all bad. Their rates are low their streets are usually clean and clear and people don't have to worry like they do in other less professional gang territories. This has led to "harder" gangs trying to push into the Black Hats territory. Invariably Malcom is in the thick of the struggle laying about with his fists and Iron knuckledusters.

>Appearance wise Malcom is tall, nearly 6'6" and lanky, indeed his looks like he weighs much less than he actually does.. With black hair a grey eyes that always seems to be half closed, lending him a quiet quality, further enhanced by his rather quiet voice. Still most people in the Black Hat gang's territory know him or of him and steer clear.

>You are a twinborn. with the Allomantic ability of Tin and the Feruchemical ability of iron.

>Power: allomancy: Tin Feruchemy: Iron.

>Perks: [Gang member] [experienced fighter] [Improved weightfighting]

>Inventory: Iron Knuckledusters, Iron earrings, Black hat. $292, 8 vials of tin

>other:

1. Use my Allomancy enhanced senses to ferret out where the ambushers are.

2-3. Time to fight boys!

+[Gang member]

+[experienced fighter]

+[Improved weightfighting]

Rolled 3, 17, 5 = 25 (3d18)

roll

Rolled 4, 16, 2 = 22 (3d18)

Oh roll twice

Rolled 68, 32 = 100 (2d100)

>>23431

Name: Arron Silvermist

Description: A young man born in the slums. He grew up poor and learned to steal. He joined the gangs later on before finally deciding to work an honest job for the rail roads. That did not last long as the harsh conditions and little pay forced him away. Now will little of his own and stuck on the frontier he decided to become an outlaw. But if there was one good thing in from all this, is that he finally realized just what he really was.

Powers: Mistborn

Perks: [Outlaw], [Streetwise]

Inventory: [Sharp file], [Steel pipe], [Iron horseshoe], [pewter mug], [Brass knuckle]

other:

1&2. Keep looking around a bit for any other metal things that wont be missed.

>>12341

>>12342

>>12343

Stoopis

Hey, there! You accepting late entries?

Rolled 67 (1d100)

Name: Seth Roberts

Race: Human

Position: Engineer

Fluff: Seth was born relatively poor, but quickly his intelligence was seen by the government and his education and housing was subsidized. Not always the most active engineer, Seth has always gotten by through sheer intelligence. That’s how he got hired, anyway. That, and his top scores throughout technical schools. Whenever an urgent problem comes by, he is quick to assess the situation, and find the simplest way forward. At any other given time, his is most likely either snoring, or he his relaxing with a beer, complaining to the rest of the crew who are actually working.

Equipment: Toolkit, Laser Needler(Pistol)

Bonuses: You’re pretty chill for an engineer and smart in a different way. You seek to be simple, meaning your patchwork and quick fixes are on par with actual work

Seth is woken up by the jump. He gets up and begins to wander the ship.

1. While wandering, Seth discretely pockets anything that he sees that could improve his toolkit.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>22913

ship duties

Rolled 58, 66 = 124 (2d100)

>>22888

>Name: Alyar Kik'Loon

>Race: Female Kikan

>Role: Ship Guard

>Equipment:

Mk-8 ACCORD Heavy Plasma Gun

ACCORD Guard heavy Smart Armor

Wig

>Bonuses:

Raw force is one thing you definitely possess. You are a lot stronger than just about everyone on the ship, and the slums have hardened you mentally and emotionally meaning you're a tough nut to crack.

1: Ship patrols, walking through the ship corridors, she serve the purpose of Guard through ensuring that the ship is protected, that no stray alien creature or rogue redshirt does anything of serious consequence onboard.

>Security duty.

2: During the downtime, Alyar made her way to the gym, mainly focused on beating up the simulated boxing bag. While raw strength is impressive, it needs to be refined in order to serve a practical purpose.

>Improve CQC-ness.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>22888

Name: Macheus

Race: Robotic Abomination

Role: Ship Engineer

Equipment: Cyborg Body, Welder’s Acid Pistol, Upgraded Implant Toolkit

Bonuses: You have…seen some things, to say the least. You are smarter than most engineers but not all tech can hold up to your mind. Not only that but you are watched by ACCORD scientist remotely for good reason. Be very careful…or else.

Fluff: His own history is muddled to even him. He remembers that his name is Macheus. He was part of a big grand battle, something about giant cockroaches, a huge explosion, and that he was thrown into a realm of nightmares, gigantic tendrils and. . .order? An unfathomable realm of order.

This might have been his end where he not thrown quickly thrown out of it to adrift in space, along with barely enough ship parts (all neatly assembled and labeled) to build him the tiniest of propulsion devices, propelling him slowly through empty void.

Unbelievably slow. Such an incredibly slow pace of movement through the boundless depths of space in what may as well have been eons. For such a long time, it contemplated in this nihilistic existence on ways it could make its journey faster, thousands of new designs filled his head and became his existence. Until if by chance or fate the machine man was found by a wandering crew of a long spaceship. They inspected the moving thing, how its body and design was covered in strange runes and decorated with skulls and other morbid decour. Then someone spoke to it, and it whirred to life.

At first, Macheus wanted to attack and take this ship. Then it saw the fox creature, and stared at it long and hard before uttering:

"Child of Reynard. . .I am here to serve."

Macheus then reached forth a hand to the nearest set of tools, and began to work on the engines.

Maybe it was the Vulmer's curiosity. Maybe it was the Captains sense of adventure. Whatever the matter this macPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>22958

"Angels, Outsiders, other denizens of Hell, you're here to fight something, or in some cases everything. Course fighting has a rather loose definition. Won't argue bout angels being a pain in the tail though. So you get minor lantern wisp for 18?"

>>22960

"Ah shit" she curses. "I put flame elemental. Both those tings burn right? Whats the difference?" She pauses, before looking back up at him. "Hey, whatcha your name?"

>>22962

Malkarr snorts, Flame elemental, get a load of this girl. Still he had misspoke. "Sorry meant Minor Lantern Archon, and the difference is in large part because it's holy light that's about as hostile as a softie. A fire elemental would burn and attack and generally be unruly. As for my name, it's Malkarr, what's yours sleeping Beauty?"

"Mines Woko. Not much of a name, is it? Anyways, since your so curious about what I am, maybe I should ask what you are anyway. Some kinda…Fiend? A incubi, I think?" she says, pausing at a page in the book, describing the creature. The looks were spot on, but from the description, the similarities ended there.

>>22965

Malkarr rolls his eyes, "Yes Woko I am an Incubus, I do remember telling you that just a few minutes ago." He watches her looking him over. "I don't look the part I know, I actually have taste."

Ship Name: ITR-CC #2456

Ship Type: Cruiser

Offense: 9

Defense: 6

Propulsion: 2

Shields:23%

Population: 6000

Food 5

Fuel 5

Water 6

Raw Metal 5

Exotic Metal 7

Racial bonus: Engineers from Beyond the Stars - EWAR is half as effective against ships you build. Ships you build gain +1 to all stats.

Racial detractor: Vagrant Nation - Your race hasn't colonized in so long, that the art is a bit lost on you. You must research each building, including the base colony. (2 Turns, completion cost is equal to the production cost of the colony/building)

Give Technology:

[Resource Efficiency ] Once per three turns, you may ignore a single ship's upkeep

Known Technology Starting Paths [Not Yet Reesearched]

>Colony Jumpers - Requires (3 Turns, 4 Water, 2 Exotic Metal) - Gain 1000 population over four turns (+250/turn) on target colony/ship

>Chemical Lasers (2 Turns Remaining, 2 Water, 2 Exotic Metal) - when activated, give +10 to all weapons rolls with Lasers as the selected weapon.

Long ago, in a galaxy or perhaps a place far far away, lived a republic of Dwarves known only as the Immortal Technocratic Republic. A mix of living and undead dwarves, as well as sentient machinery they were the masters of technology where they came. Incredibly ambitious, sometimes to the extremes, they were the first to take to the skies in flying ships, and so befitting, the first to set foot upon their moon, establishing a colony thereof.

That was several centuries ago. And it is not them or their galaxy that is the focus of this story.This story is about the crew of the ITR-CC #2456

The ITR-CC #2456 is a specialized “Constructor Cruiser.” Neither a true colony ship or a war vessel, its purpose was that of specialized construction of ITR machines, everything from other ships, orbital bases, weapon modifications, or mining operations. #2456 was supposedPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 22, 21, 66 = 109 (3d100)

>>22230

>Name: The Taurian Federation

Species/Subspecies: Human

Meridian Hegemony Member Species: Yes

Fluff: Long before the DCS was formed, the Terran government established bases around the galaxy on hospitable planets. To be prepared, they claimed. But what do you do when your entire world, your whole lifestyle is cancelled because some corporate bigwig decided that your world is in the way of his dyson sphere?You stop him, that's what you damn well do. The Taurian Federation, then only designated by a string of numbers, formed from a number of military commanders standing against the megacorps. The planet busters aimed at Paradise probably helped. They were granted freedom from the control of the corrupt Terran States. Led by their military veterans(as they are the only full citizens), the Taurian Federation enjoyed a brief time in the outskirts of politics. They were an isolationist world, preferring to engage in debate on the proper way to assault a oceanic city, rather than trade between a gas giant and it's frozen moon. The destruction of planets far off allowed for a single ship to escape before the seventh planet in the Taur-163 system was destroyed.

Population Cap: 3000

DEF rating: 5

OFF Rating: 4

Propulsion Rating: 3

Shields: 92%

Fuel: 6

Food: 1

Water: 4

Raw Metals: 3

Exotic Metals: 4

Racial Bonus: For the Federation! - If an allied ship is destroyed in combat, your ships gain +10 to all combat rolls for the rest of the engagement. This stacks up to three times.

Racial Detractor: Standing on the Brink of Defeat - Your forces are largely demoralized after losing their colonies and bases. Until you found your first colony, you'll suffer -10 to all resource and manufacturing rolls.

Your ship hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 8, 100, 21 = 129 (3d100)

>>22285

>Name: Remnants of Earth

>Species/Subrace: Humanity

>DCS Member Species Y

>Fluff: Earth, is gone. Destroyed in a matter of minutes by the enemy. The only survivors a single cruiser that managed to fold space while still within Earth's atmosphere, fortunately, or unfortunately, they brought a chunk of Earth with them when they did so, the spaceport the Cruiser happened to be hovering above at the time, thankfully due to quick thinking they managed to bring the citizens of the spaceport inside the Ship and began to rebuild the city within the ship so that the civilians would be able to live comfortably. The ship, the SDF-1, which had been renamed the Macross after the spaceport it took with it, is built mostly around a wave motion cannon with secondary and tertiary defenses as well as a compliment of veritech fighters, though there is a distinct lack of pilots for the veritech and resources for the weaponry is scarce. Now they've managed to catch up with the rest of the Hedgemony fleet and intend on defending them as much as they can.

>>Racial Bonus - Remnants of the Source

>Your crew comes from the homeworld - the first human planet. They've got a lot to live up to, as many humans have never even seen Earth. But what's even better is their resolve to carry on the fight, or live to fight another day.

>>If your ship would take fatal damage, you may ignore it till the next turn, unless one of two things occur:

>>A) You kill an enemy ship. If this occurs, set your SP to 1.

>>B) You succeed a retreat roll. Reset your SP to half, and roll for a critical systems damage. That system suffers -10 for all associated rolls til the next engagement. If it is living quarters, reduce population by 1000.

>>Racial Detractor - Mantle of Humanity

>Your human fleet-mates look to you for leadePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>22289

>Recruit: Scientist

Your recruiting efforts are all for naught, as the best scientists and engineers are being cherry picked by the fleet to repair the weathered ships of the Civilian Fleet.

>Failure

>Research: Early Warning

Your scientists find another dimensionality to the algorithm used to track ships. While it would be worth investigating if you had the compute power and the time, it's done little more than add to your research time.

>Light Critical Failure

>+1 Turn to Completion

>Exploration

The system is relatively uninteresting, but a worthy challenge for your piloting skills.

>Failure

>>22290

>Mining: Water

Your ships start cracking the ice asteroids and polar caps of celestial bodies in the system, gathering much needed water. Sharing hotspots that you didn't have time to get to the rest of the fleet has made the process easier. Hopefully keeping this up will help the fleet as a whole.

>+3 Water

>Research: Early Warning

Disaster. While trying to reconstruct the nodes lost to the Virus that previously wiped out the data on the MeshNet, your scientists accidentally trigger a secondary payload in the virus. The ensuing scramble to try to prevent further damage fails, as the virus spreads to other networked systems on the ship.

>Your ship has been infected with a Networked Self Replicating Virus (NSRV).

>You cannot share research progress with other fleet members without rolling 1d100 for infection spread.

>Gain Research: "Falchion" Anti-Virus Systems - Your ship is Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Name: Rand Naythanial

Position: Seneschal

Race: Human

Spouse Races: Dwarf

Religion: The Dragonic Kings

Regalia: Crown

Foes: , The Eastern Nations

Plot Twists: Personal Prowess[Architecture], Chosen By The Gods

House Fluff: The Naythanial family dates back to the time of the First Emperor, when they helped build the great works that have served the Empire for generations. The Naythanial family was given the rights to tax the use of the highways and the massive Gratestone bridge. Each pillar that supports the giant bridge rival a castle's towers in size, and serve as the Naythanial's ancestral castle. Growing rich off the taxes, the Gratestone Bridge slowly grew a town in it's arches. Now a major trade hub, the Bridge holds thousands of people suspended below it's overpass. The Naythanial family has reaped the benefits of this, becoming immensely wealthy.

Personal Fluff: Raised in the shadow of an ancient bridge, Rand was fascinated by the mighty constructions that his ancestors. From an early age, he proved to possess a rare intellect and seemed to know exactly how to build things he never learn. At the young age of 12, he engineered a new milling house design, that functioned at close to 90 percent efficiency. Trained in all manner of engineering, the young heir to the Naythanial estates and highway soon began work for the Emperor. Apprenticed to the previous Seneschal, Rand was placed in power after his mentor retired to his lands in the south. With sudden control of the Central Empire, Rand vows to make the Empire great again for when his liege comes of age.

Oaths: +10 Economic(Seneschal) +2 Social, +1 Economic(Dwarf) +2 Religious, +2 Military(The Dragonic Kings) -1 Military, -1 Nobility, +4 Non-Military/Nobility(Crag Barons), -2 Universal, +4 Universal(The Eastern Nations)

Total: 10 Economic, 2 Social, 2 Religious, 1 Military, 2 Universal, 3 Shadowy

Vassals: Labor Golems RANK 10 (-10 Economic)

Adventurers RANK 2 (-2 Social)

Demagogues RANK 2 (-2 Religious)

(Air)Ships of the Line RANK 1 (-1 Military)Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Game is live.

Also, if anybody knows where DMW is? Please get him in here, it'll be difficult to go forward if the regents don't all post.

>>21555

The HIMSV Dreadnaught. One of the largest and most powerful airships of the line ever built, a much younger Ilves Tassu once remarked to his best friend that he was once fascinated by it, seeing it in passing over the land on some mission or another. It was that he might have had a chance to serve on it that he joined the Imperial Army, but was saddened to learn that only the cream of the cream - which Ilves would never be, under Imperial policies of the time - were allowed to serve a tour on the Dreadnaught. He explained to his best friend that he had resigned to that fact now, but had a resolve to see one of his eventual children serve upon her.

It wasn't until much later that Ilves friend turned out to be a young Crown Prince of the Empire, incognito and learning from being part of the military. It was then that the lynx's world was turned upside down, and he was elevated to a world he thought would not be his line's until his grandchildren.

In the confusing whirlwind that followed, Ilves forgot about his off comment to his Brother. His Brother never did, and when the Emperor, now crowned and reigning, elevated Ilves to the High Generalship of the Empire, he also gave Ilves command of the then-aged Dreadnaught, that it was "At the service of General Ilves Tassu for as long as he serves the Empire".

Over the course of the next years, Ilves lovingly oversaw the refit of the Dreadnaught, sparing no expense to keep it in top shape with the best engines and weapons of the Empire. Defending his expenditures, he stated that the Dreadnaught was on loan, not his personal property. That it was at service to him as long as he served the Empire - and when that was done it would go to the next High General, or the Reigning Emperor to dispense as he chose.

That ultimately, the Dreadnaught was a weapon and tool for war, for destroying other airships, for providing fire support to troops, to being a mobile base from which General Ilves Tassu could oversee the destruction of his Brother's enemies, and the defense of his Brother's Empire.

My computer, which was near death anyway, is finally starting to actually full on break down and now has more than just the 1 or 2 keys that simply flat out don't work.

I'll be getting it replaced, but I'm unsure when exactly, and it may be months away.

Sadly, the game must end because I'm unable to respond without c/p'ing multiple whole words per post, and because I'm going on a trip and going to be gone for a long time either way.

>>22407

Welp, was fun.

RE-MOVE

>>22407

This was fun dafty, I am glad you ran it. I don't consider it ended, I will consider it on hiatus and await your return. Thankfully, I have contact with everyone in this game.

>>22410

It c0uld be as l0ng as a year, baz.

>>22412

Then I'll be sure to tell them at the end of the year!

>>22069

>>20096

> Change 1 Spearman Group to 2 Spearman Groups (1.5x)

>>22122

Sorry Thameless, I thought you had left. I'll get you the next update.

Rolled 64, 20, 11, 82 = 177 (4d100)

>>22193

;3

For this turn then:

A1: Gets dah peeple fukg'n! Lawts.

>[Ferment pro-fertility culture]

A2: Getsouth to tha mountains, spreads dah greens akross em!

>[Expand south across the mountains, more]

A3: Gets evan betah at kloberin' witchya mates!

>[Squad Tactics ?/?]

A4: Makes more goblins! Sneaky l'il bugahs wit poisons!

>[Produce Goblin Infiltrators who Poison]

Rolled 6, 28 = 34 (2d100)

>>21926

Name: KIng Tyrald

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Alboro Lore][Magic I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Tyrant Warlord: You are fearless in combat, striking down all who oppose you. Gain +10 to all combat rolls.

Eccentricities:

-Mechanical: Your people have grown to shun magic, as such you have difficulty with it. -20 to all rolls involving magic use, with the exception of magitech.

1-2) Ah! So this is the fabled after life! Pah! Whata bunch of lowly peasants! Quick, its time to get their attention! "Ahem! Bow before me in my presence, for your are having the most gracious pleasure of meeting Lord Tyrald, King of Alboro, Slayer of Desmonda, Slaughterer of Cathay, Protector of Cathay, sword of the nether heavens, and lord o fall Aboros!" he says grandiosely to all present around him. "Please, please, contain your excitement! Or I'll contain it for you via trapping in my bronze bull!" He says. "Just kidding of course. my Bull is more like a elephant made of GOLD." Brushing off his ghostly fire stuff, he calms down. Slightly. "Now, as for you lowly plebians, I do have a dire task of retrieving for me some critical knowledge: Where am I? How many times was I stabbed? Is this hell? And if so, where may I go tell the devils in charge how awful they are at torturing you sorry lot? I mean, look at you! Your not screaming at all! Lousy bunch of no-good devils. If I was the leader of this place, I'd have you all tortured, good and proper, I Would! Also, How do I get out of this ethereal form? I am not quite pleased with it." He rattles out, almost too fast for any one to understand.

>>21938

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Homeworld Lore][Technology II][Cybernetics I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Courier: You have been trained to transfer data at high speeds and have gained skills in such a field of operation. All actions using your superior reflexes and agility gain a +20 bonus to their roll.

Eccentricities:

-Glitching: Because you relied on technology for so long, it is hard for you to function without it. You suffer a -30 penalty on actions deemed as "highly complex tasks" when not using technology to assist you.

Lightining strikes the ground. You are in a small room with masked creatures of vague humanoid shape scurrying around. Some sort of [Underground Market] filled with vases and other fine pottery, you deduct. You quickly realize you are hovering an odd foot or so above the ground and see another doing the same across the room (>>21909). Odd, he's somewhat transparent and glows with the color red. The entirety of the situation confuses you. Moments ago you had been ripped to shred by bullets from various gangs, but now you are in some run down shop? Your cybernetics don't seem to be functioning either, which is a problem. Best to figure out what's going on.

>roll 2d100 with actions, feel free to fluff interaction with the other PC in your surrounding as a free action

Rolled 44, 1 = 45 (2d100)

>>21956

Name: Niomi

Race: Cybernetically enhanced human

Gender: Female

Color: Pink

Character Background: Niomi is a courier, someone who has been cybernetically enhanced to have better running speeds and with data storage implanted into her brain. Including various tech upgrades to defend the data she is carrying she has had many successful runs in her lifetime. When she died it was not on a run however, as her mother feared, but because she was caught in the crossfire of a gang war unexpectedly while going for food. Still she managed to use her skills to defend herself for a while until both gangs began to focus on her and she was gunned down by superior fire.

Planar Background: A world of eternal light, not from any sort of solar event or magic, but from the sheer amount of technology and electricity flowing through it. This world has no unified name, it's inhabitants did not feel the need to give it one, too caught up in the flood of progress that continues to sweep the land bringing constant upgrades to their tech. When food became scarce food was processed from various substances and humans modified to be able to survive on the processed foods, when the air became unbreathable, modifications were made to everyone so that the toxins could be filtered out. When the sun died the light of technology was enough to shine into the future.

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Homeworld Lore][Technology II][Cybernetics I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Courier: You have been trained to transfer data at high speeds and have gained skills in such a field of operation. All actions using your superior reflexes and agility gain a +20 bonus to their roll.

Eccentricities:

-Glitching: Because you relied on technology for so long, it is hard for you to function without it. YouPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 12, 34, 72 = 118 (3d100)

>>21798

>Kaiju Name: (Mini) Catju

>Kaiju Origin Fluff:

Essentially a (smaller) huge ass cat with the obligatory kaiju superpowers of advanced resilience to phyiscal attacks, regenerative abilities and the potential to survive unrealistic sizes that would usually be prevented by the laws of physics Catju is a cat enhanced in just about every way.

>Kaiju Attack:

As Catju is not particularly use it often stalks its prey utilizing ambush tactics in order to get the jump on its opponent, striking vulnerable spots. Often Catju will retreat after an initial attack, waiting for the inflicted damage to take its toll, only to attack again, preventing its prey from healing.

Should its enemy prove to be a superior foe Catju will often times run away and try to avoid coming into contact with it again. As a rule of thumb Catju chooses its battles carefully depending on how much of a potential threat the enemy poses.

>Kaiju Alignment: Catotic

>Kaiju Location: Brazil, Upper

>Other Kaiju Facts:

+ Catju enjoys lying around in the sunshine

+ Catju sleeps a lot

+ Catju only kills for food and will often times leave prey alive after playing with it

+ Catju likes cows and milk

+ Catju enjoyes eating grass every now and then

+ Catju does not enjoy loud noises

+ Catju burries its poop

[Catju]

Infamy/Fame: [-3] [-2 turn]

Size: [50m]

Cities Destroyed/Damaged: [0][0]

Casualities Inflicted:[0]

Kaiju Slain/KOed: [0][0]

Times Defeated: [0]

Fanbase/Haters: [0][0Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>GM: I am unable to continue the game to due constant disagreements with particularly unpleasant persons. As such the game is cancelled.

I vote move

I vote move, but my general, ah, notoriety here is known.

>>22089

either or

>>22006

>>11931

Truly your spirit is that of a noble eagle, kind and good in so many ways. How could your best intentions not be represented by the Whitecastle family, ruling over their castle, the very embodyment of a noble family? Though recently one of their women had given birth to a bastard. Though you never really cared much for gossip they did say that she is the most beautiful woman in the region, if not the whole Kingdom.

All one had to do in order to fight for the Whitecastles was to find one of the recruiters which were located in the castle courtyard. The lines of people seeking to be recruited were smaller than you expected with all the refugees from the surrounding areas flooding in from the cities. You had figured that naturally they too would want to fight for King and country, even though who was the real king was still up for debate.

Upon having signed up, receiving your equipment and taking a walk around the courtyard you quickly learned to differentiate between two very distinct groups withthin the Whitecastle soldiers. The Veterans and the Recruits. While you presumed all factions had both men who had served long before the conflict and those who had signed up recently the vast difference in experience was painfully obvious to see, Veterans seemingly taking on entire hordes of new recruits in sparring matches.

While you would not put yourself on one level with the Veterans you definitely did not belong to the recruits. The way they moved and held their swords just rubbed you in the wrong way somehow. These men would not last a minute against a sophisticated Uhlmannen charge. They would either break and run or be cut down where they stood. Silently you made a not to yourself that if you were going to fight you would have to make sure that it was the Veterans that were watching your back.

>Inventory:

+ Iron Sword (Whitecastle)

+ Leather ArPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>22007

>>11936

Finally someone had recognized your truly limitless potential, seeking to familiarize yourself with the men you looked around Turmhill's courtyard, suddenly realizing that you had no idea whom exactly you had been named Sargent off. There were dozens of them, slacking off here and there, some training, all dressed in their Turmhill leather armor, carrying around newly made wooden shields. Only few of them gave you the impression of truly experienced fighters though here and there you could spot a cutthroat or brawler, merely by how they carried themselves. An interesting ability you had gained for spending countless evenings with people of the same kind.

Having no better option to gather the attention of your men you place yourself in a central location and yell, "Men! Form up!". Many exchange questioning looks, some shrugging others nervously rubbing their hands, however nobody really seemed to move. "I said form up you lazy shits!", you yelled a little louder this time, people growing more and more nervous, now exchanging even more concerned looks, looking around helplessly in search for some validation. Surely your own men should recognize you. "If you don't move your ass into formation this instant I will have it nailed to the city gates!". Now a handful of people began assembling reluctantly. Two cutthroats and three raw recruits. Good enough.

Now that you had gotten them on the ropes it was time to reel them in. In a sudden shift of attitude you invited them to a friendly game of cards, unexpectedly completely pulling them off. While the recruits continued to throw their money at it in expectations of victory the two cutthroats were busy trying to figure out how you were cheating. Jokes on them, you were just lucky. In the end you hand them back their lost money, a deed to which the recruits react to with glee, however the cutthroats seem somewhat confused at the gesture.

>Skills:

+ Leadership (5)

>>22008

>>18612

Many of the people you spoke to were refugees having left behind most if not all of their belongings, some could never hope to return to their lands and once the winter set in even more would starve or freeze to death. The church was unable to harbor all of them, or supply food for them. Though now that you thought about it you did come to the conclusion that either the church should have gathered substantial amounts of coin in a town like this, or that they had spent it on a number of things that were either expensive or a whole lot of them.

As you continued to preach to the people across the city you could always hear an angry high pitched voice in the background. At first you were unfamiliar with it but the longer you proceeded to preach the more you began to notice the frequency and even over your own loud and zealous words you could slowly piece together the message they carried. Apparently your (insert not-blood family relation here) Natasha had been attempting to convince several bakers of handing out food to those seeking refuge. An attempt deserving commendation no doubt, but from the increasingly angry tone in her voice you made out that things were not proceeding as well as she had hoped.

After your words you can merely hope that some people of influence were amongst the onlookers, to help the both of you in your efforts, otherwise you were of course very well able to throw yourself at the issue, still there were a plethora of other things you had to consider, by now you were a reknown man after all.

For once you had some time on your hand, utilizing it to appreciate the marvelous craft that was the cathedral's painted roof. You couldn't help but wonder how they had managed to work up there, certainly it had taken insane amounts of effort, though the imagery was quite an odd one you had to admit. Devil and Angel offering man a grail? You would have expected a lot of things though this hardly referenced to a passage in the holy book.

>>22009

>>19951

Without any further words two of them walked behind you, another two flanking with the last ones taking point. Quickly your little procession began to move through the streets of the city and even though you were surrounded by people in red cloaks it proved easy to observe your surroundings. One of the many benefits of being a tall fellow.

People left and right stopped to stare, some looking shocked, many indifferent, honestly this was pretty much the same reactions you had gotten from the very first day you had made your way into the Northern realms. They too were afraid of the horsemen and even though you hadn't paid a lot of attention to recent news you could people here and there talk about an imminent Uhlmannen threat that was inevitably going to sack the city. It sounded like the people had seen the future themselves.

Slowly your group made its way into the heart of the city, streets got larger, but the amount of people increased even faster than the size of the streets. Even in the city center you didn't remember there being this many people, most of them reminded you of beggars with torn clothing, some with barely stitched wounds. It would be an easy task for an Uhlmannen spy to infiltrate this flock of people for sure and you couldn't help but feel that somewhere a watchful eye rested upon you.

Initially you hadn't been all too sure where your journey was going, however when you first set foot onto the almost ancient steps it became all the more clear. The church, or cathedral rather was an immensely impressive building, already towering above all others it had been built on a large hill as the city's castle and was forming a stark contrast to the otherwise almost flat landscape of city roofs. The building itself had two large towers with countless finely crafted statues and carvings decorating its outside. There could be no doubt that this was one of the few buildings truly deserving of the name "House of God".

bumparoni

Rolled 5, 5, 1 = 11 (3d10)

[Combat: Defense of St. Louis]

1 Mobilized Rhinestone Platoon [16x][Inf]

1 Gun Paladin Clerics [POW][x5][Zeal]

1 Chemical Combatants [x5][Chem]

>Circle the wagons at the compound, attempt to rally our (tentative?) supporters within the city

>>GM: The game will indeed continue. The GM apologizes for some minor lapses in decorum.

Rolled 78, 16, 10, 3, 78 = 185 (5d100)

>>21661

Name:Deliverance

Race: Mutants (large, deformed, lumpy, with thick hides and thicker skulls.)

Color: Green

Fluff: Paw came and founds us after the big noise and flashes in da sky. He taught us to speak and hunt and kill. He taught us about Kristeeanitee and God and how he was sent by God to lead us losts lambz. He says we's strong and toughs buts dumber dan a sak o briks. So he tell us wats to dos with da help o da brothers, who are smart boyz like hims.

Paw and da brothers get ta best weaponz and da wimmunz. Says dum-dums shouldn'ts make babyz with da pretty ladyz. Dey also gets guns and armors. Being a brother must be nice. We don't c paw often, he usually stays in a big house with lots of creet and metal. But paw shouts really good, we kans hears him from dayz away, and if's we kant's da bruthers kan!

Government Type: What Paw says goes!

Economy Type: Duh, wut? Oh we grab wut we needs and eberyone does what paw says.

Religion [if any]: Kristeeanitee

Population: [64.2] [+4.1/turn][28 Mobilized]

Food: [Stable]

Raw Currency: [111.2][+14.4/turn]

Legitimacy: [More Stable]

Culture: [3]

Industry: [15]

Unique Buildings: Deliverance: [Paw's House][Road Network [Small])(+2 currency/turn)][(Church o God and Babee Jezus]; Da Big Radia towa [Large](32 range);Coal Plant

Atlanta[City]: Powered Hummer Factory; Fixed Power Armor Plant;

Tallahasee[City];ASAT Pad [Small]

Birmingham[City]

Defenses: Deliverance: Da Posses [Some]

All: Deep Spawn Defenses 1/2

>Marching units 0 turns til arrival

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

Rolled 6, 3, 7, 1, 2, 7, 9, 2, 9 = 46 (9d10)

>>21708

1Motorized Boyz [x5][Mot]

1 Combined Aerial Brigade [Helo][x7]

4 Mobilized Boyz Company [x12][Inf]

Humvee Cumpannee [x18][Mot]

[Explosives II]

[Vehicles I]

[Communications II] Coordination

[Mobile Warfare II]

[Civil Defense II] Bombard mitigate

[Nbc I]

1. The Duke Boys: Most of your units gain a +1 to dice rolls during combat with motorized or mechanized – but not tanks. They're just not personal enough, frankly.

3. Sort of Tough: You units are generally tough. They can pretty much ignore lethal amounts of radiation, some diseases, some toxins, and other things.

Tease the Fungal forces out of their fortress, give ground continuously and make their Artillery move to accurately shoot at us. TRy to coax the enemy forces out of their fortress and AA umbrella into cleared and untunneled territory.

Have our infantry be the main body and flank with motorized and aerial assets at speed once their out of cover.

Rolled 70, 47, 94 = 211 (3d100)

>>21820

Starting Position: ?

Name: Venceslás Erasmo de Pedreña

Country of Origin: Espanolia

Profession: High Inquisitor in the New World

Fluff:

Savages.

Millions - and millions - of savages.

A whole new world found, full of land and resources for good, Ikaldr-fearing men. A whole new world, filled to the brim with heathen, idol-worshipping, hedonistic savages. Not one worshiper of the Celestial Titan throughout the whole of their barbaric, unenlightened tribes. It DISGUSTS me. In the lands to the east, the worship of the Keeper has been spreading well enough. Now, we have a whole new land to attend to. It is our destiny to own these lands, and all the scum that inhabit them.

They will convert, or they will die. I do not particularly care which. I will tear down their primitive totems and temples and build churches on their bones, and in the name of the Keeper, nothing will stop me until we own every inch of these heathen lands.

Every. Last. Inch.

Followers: [4 Inquisitors] [35 Crewmen]

Assets: [Sloop] [One fucking coin] [Small Palisade]

Inventory:

Resources: [Edible Root]

Bonus: [Doing Gods Work] You are sent by the church and are the only hero that can request reinforcements or supplies. The church needs to be pleased with you however. They will occasionally offer gifts.

Negative: [Fanatical] There is no room for diplomacy with infidels and natives. You would not grant them your precious time. You must purge whatever heresy fills these lands. Covert, or die.

(Fucks sake mate, I've tried to talk to you three times on IRC about the gorillion mistakes and discrepencies and misinterpretations in stuff.)

1. First, we willPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 30, 85, 76 = 191 (3d100)

>>21886

>>21819

Name: Principality of Temnland

Colour: Orange

Country of Origin: Empire of Drakensriech

*Country Fluff: The Empire of Drakensriech has a long and "prestigious" history of warfare with their neighbours having grown strong by eating anyone seen as too weak to rule themselves. In recent years however things have been stagnant, with most neighbours remaining strong enough to not seem an easy target. So when the new world was discovered the empire wanted their slice of the cake

Nation Fluff: The lands of Prince Temnick, fourth in line for the Imperial Throne, a scholar by preference but still trained in the art of war by tradition. On his 23rd birthday he was declared lord of his on land, a tiny province in the new world. With the entire empire expecting their new lands to grow, Prince Temnick, lord of Temnland is sent to the new world.

Nation Type: Colonial Charter

Population: 150 pop

Resources: 10 currency, 8 food

Assets:

Military:

Navy: 1 Civilian Galleon

Bonus: [Military Tradition] Your people are strong combatants on land and won't be bested often. They carry some of the finest equipment the world has seen.

Negative: [Warlike] Your people are focused on besting others in combat, they will be slower to develop in other fields and will often have problems diplomatically with others and natives.

Tech:

Metals? This changes things. We cannot waste time securing the coast, we need to head inland and find metals so we can supply the Imperial Army back home! And tell them we need engineers to help build roads and fortifications.

1 Claim the grassyPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>21842

Colony needs seeds badly, Hardy crop seeds pls

Rolled 51, 34, 76 = 161 (3d100)

>>21819

Name: The Expeditionary Force of the Xerxiad Caliphate

Country of Origin: The Xerxiad Caliphate

Country Fluff: http://pastebin.com/E7s9PWvG

Nation Fluff:

The Caliphate Colonial Expeditionary Force.

The Caliphate prides itself on gunpowder and large ships. Not the first to discover gunpowder, they were its greatest admirer and proponent, inventing gigantic bombards and heavy mortars, and their access to numerous forested states provides them with an overwhelming supply of lumber and manpower.

They favor large and extremely armed ships of gigantic size, as heavy ships of the line form the bulk of their navy. This is in stark contrast to the European and Eastern style, who favor lighter, more maneuverable and numerous ships such as destroyers and frigates and cruisers. Slow, but well armored and massively gunned on all sides, while notoriously easy to outpace at sea, it is known that only those who seek to catch a tiger by the tail tend to challenge a Caliphate ship without overwhelming numbers.

The Expeditionary force has been sent on such a ship, to establish a colony in the new world, and see what new peoples there are to be taught the way of many ways, and to hear of the truth of all truths.

Nation Type: Colony Multi-charter (that is, sanctioned by the Caliphate, but supported by funded by numerous states wishing to invest in the new world.)

Dont Fill

Resources:

+10 food

Assets:

+10 currency

+100 pop

Military:

Navy:

+1 [L] Military Galleon

Bonus: [Pride of the Fleet] They sent you with the pride and joy of the fleet. It is well armed and well suited to use as a base of opPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Syndicate Name: Laserian Industries

Syndicate Fluff: Laserian Industries specializes in the fine field of energy, lasers, holograms, lasers, wireless technology, and of course, lasers.

Created when not so world famous evil genius and Mastermind PROFESSOR LASER decided to retire after a long life of scheming and plotting to take up work in buesiness. In truth, he was never actually good at the espionage and sneaky stuff, but he was an excellent scientist. His efforts did not go unrewarded and he earned a sizeable base, loyal workers, scientists, and money, which will make a fine basis for his new business.

Colour:

Starting City/Region:

Chairman Name:

Professor Maximilian E. Ville

–Grit:[1]

Action-y business.

–Guile:[0]

Espionage-y business.

–Acumen:[4]

Business-y business.

Chairman Fluff:

Known in most circles as "Professor Evil" he is a genius at all things electromagnetic, particularly lasers, with which he proudly armed all his evil minions and soldiers with during his time as an evil genius. Now aged and seeking to relax from the business, he's looking to transform his evil organization from world domination to business and commodity sales, hoping to make a profit from his advanced technology and science.

Wealth: 62.3(+9.7/turn)

Pull: 11.5(+.5/turn)

Regions: 17

Agents:

Assets: [Laser Pistols] [Laser Rifles] [Vehicle Mounted Laser Array of Terrifying Capacity] [Faulty Laser Rifles]

>[Personal Laser Armor] (Discrete) +3 to GRIT challenges, while rendering Guile and Acumen challenges impossible to complete.

Personnel: 37

Solvency: 75%

Heat: 8%

Projects:

Significant Properties: [Player Named Headquarters]

Genius, Evil Mind:

Can help finish weapons ProjecPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 57, 35, 62, 54, 65, 59, 52, 34, 7, 13 = 438 (10d100)

>>17560

1. Chairman

PROFESSOR LASER get's hard at work coming up with the next season of his televisoin show!

Laserian Animations: produces the Professor Laser show! Cash-cow, ever waiting to be milked]

2. Corporate

"I FORGOT WE HAD THESE BONUSES"

TRY MAKING THOSE GODDAMN TANKS FOR THE AMBASSADOR AGAIN

>Mass fabrication comes easily to you, what with all the lasers and whatnot–+10 to manufacturing Assets for yourself or others

3. AND MAKING GOOD LASER RIFLES FOR ØIVIND

>Mass fabrication comes easily to you, what with all the lasers and whatnot–+10 to manufacturing Assets for yourself or others

4.[R&D]

THERMAL ROUNDS. EVEN THE COMMON MAN DESERVES LASER BULLETS.

[Thermal Rounds] [6/10]

>[Lasers Limited: +10 to all LASER RELATED RESEARCH]

5. Shashka Jolnyov

Shashka, do that thing you do where you convince people to sell us land. That scary, sexy, sneaky thing.

PROFESSOR LASER get's hard at work trying to come up with good scripts for season 3 of the PROFESSOR LASER SHOW!

>[Laserian Animations: produces the Professor Laser show! Cash-cow, ever waiting to be milked]

2. Corporate

>[DM Note: Before the update I need to be reminded of all secret actions about to come into effect–hit me up on mibbit; should be the last time I'll need to do this]

>[Reminder that bids that occurred before this thread are null and void, bid ye fools bid]

This one's completely dead, isn't it?