/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 64, 64, 65 = 193 (3d100)

>>9136

Civilization Name: Tair

God Name: Berserk

Aspect: Rage

Color: Dark Red

Location: Upper Left where the two mountain ranges almost meet

Fluff: The people of Tair were overcome with Rage as a people and they wandered the land recklessly wielding their rage against others, swinging a sword by the blade, until they came upon a cave at the point between two mountains that called to them in challenge and delved in where their rage took the form of darkness and they battled as a people, those that could reign in their rage were able to find their way back out those that couldn't were lost in the Cave.

Powers:

[Divine Revelation: increase faith among your citizens]

[Smite: you can fuck someone's shit up]

Population: 1

Food: 1

Happiness: 10

Faith: 1

Military units:

[citizens: 100d2]

Constructions:

Resources:

Items:

Civtech:

[copperworking]

[agriculture]

Wartech:

Bonus:

[Divine Zeal: your followers can roll 1d20 for any action: critical success in that is automatic critical success in the action]

Detractor:

[Unbridled Rage: the same goes for critical failure]

1 Divine Revelation. Reveal myself in the courts of the great men of Tair through the lords or the soothsayers and war-chiefs, in their rage-vision I will show them the truth.

2 Build a temple surrounding the Cave entrance, from their the words of Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>9366

"Well, not yet. Trust me though, this is much better than slinging weed on some street corner. You could get shot any second out there over a few hundred bucks, why not take the risk of getting shot for a hell of a lot more?"

"So, the bank job it is then. Last chance to leave, no one will stop you."

He looks around the room one last time.

"Well then, glad to see that all of you decided to stay. The bank is off of Fourth and Main, simple three counter underground vault system. Estimated a few mil inside at least. Security isn't exactly lax but that's why we have Q. I'll let you all do the scouting and what not. If you need me, here's my number."

He hands each of you a small business card with a 12 digit number on it

"When and if you complete the job, bring the cash here and we'll deal with shares or what not, the russians have also previously stated that they would provide support if needed"

Rolled 89, 92 = 181 (2d100)

1.2. My job will be to find us the best route in and out of the bank with a minimum amount of fuss. So lets gets to that. Buddy up with Q to see if she can get me blueprints of the place as well as camera placements and the like, then I'll go scout it out personally. Gotta keep in mind I'm escorting a bunch of walkers of course so the route I pick has to be low on the amount of freerunning it takes.

>Name : Faith Sinclair

>Fluff : Faith is a Runner, part of a small group of people who uses the tight-knit buildings crammed together to traverse the city by rooftops. She and her partners offer their services to get messages and small goods where-ever they are wanted, without getting noticed by the police or the gangs. Faith herself is the best of the best at Running, able to get into places no one else can, and out again safely. Often with no one besides the person she was delivering too the wiser. Which explains how she got into this particular mess. A big shot of the Deep Crows has told her to kill a guy in a place his regular goons couldn't reach. He offered a lot of money. And she took it.

>Basic Physical Description : Black skin, short black hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. Very pretty if you look past the grime and dirt with a runners build, all sleek lines and gentle curves.

>Relation to any gangs within the city : Messenger, and now Assassin.

>Preferred weapon: Knives, Quiet is the name of the game.

>Business : Runner

Physical Toughness (6)

Mental toughness (8)

Inventory- A simple satchel made for the carrying of special items. It's heavily protected and armored with a cushioned interior.

Faith has 10000 dollars stashed away in a hidden compartment of the satchel.

>>9442

(Hit on 35*)

The battleship flew. Anticipation was the only word to describe the feelings of the crew as we were fast approaching our target. The fastest vessel in the DCS was about to collide with a ship a fraction of its size. The destruction of the corvette was fact with varying levels of destruction based on the efficiency of our velocity maneuvering we could strike it with enough force to destroy it four times over, obliteration for the demurge and a new paint job for our Girl.

On the edge of their seats eyes glued to their screens "Bring up several frontal views on the monitor, we may want to reexamine this for future study" I would need several view points to really appreciate the total destructive force being unleashed.

>>9440

The Laser of the Huntress lined up with it's target, the Battlemaster computer adding a thousand minor corrections to the ship in order to line up the hit. Inside the ship proper, a gunnery officer depressed a trigger, both elated to send another enemy ship into the void as a derelict ruin, and disappointed that none of the heavier weapons could be sued to annihilate the small ships.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>9436

>Name: The Cortosis Consortium

>Species/Subrace: Cortosi mainly. Variety of other species who have joined in hopes of a better life.

>Current Commander: High President Zavaxis

>DCS Member Species: Yes

>Fluff: http://pastebin.com/Ue5AeCEs

>Ships: http://pastebin.com/fYaMYVpd

>Planets: http://pastebin.com/S7RpqcCe

>Reproduction Rate: 2.5

>Military Capacity: 5

>Fleet Capacity: 5

>Happiness:10

>Supplies:

>Pop 3,960

>Fuel 23

>Food 23

>Water 24

>Raw Metals 20

>Exotic Metals 29

>Racial Bonus: Unending Trading Markets - You may serve as a trade hub as a free action, at the cost of 1 Exotic Metal every 3 turns. While doing so, you gain one resource of your choice per trade performed in your hub.

>Racial Detractor: Hunted - Your crew has seen its fair share of being dogged by the Enemy. But since learning about the Symphony, and Aural Programming, your crew has become more aware of the true enemy on their trail. Surely the abilities latent in your race would make you prime candidates for study for such a race as the Symphony.

1) "Hold the line!" A shout shared by many reverberated along the defensive line as rifle after rifle kicked back, sending slugs down every hallway in search of the Enemy. Many died. ManyPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 88, 33 = 121 (2d100)

>>9432

Name: The Xintar Autocracy

Species: Xintar and Telgron

DCS Member: N

Fluff: http://pastebin.com/HSAgkSvH

Current Leader: Xintar Dictator Fal'mra

Current Fleet

T'Kin'Tekra (Sword of the Fallen)

Colony Barge

[Exis Anti-Ship Missiles - High Velocity, Rapid Fire Swarm Missiles. 1d10+3 Damage, 1 round @ >40. Frig or Greater]

Del'kinra (Fire of the Heavens)

Frigate

Commander: Kalvra'Tosh

Current Resources:

>Fuel: 6

>Food: 6

>Water: 3

>Raw Metal: 4

>Exotic Metal: 1

1. T'Kin'Tekra shall fire upon Corvette Epsilon with lasers

2. The Del'Kinra shall fire upon Corvette Eta with lasers

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d6)

>>9478

damage from the T'kin'Tekra on Corvette Epsilon,

again internet issues may have me unable to post when necessary so posting now

>>9224

Your lizards have trouble organizing for something as simple as a quarry, but after some negotiating they head north off of the peninsula to find stone and shall return soon. (1/2 turns) Fishing nets are also worked upon, but once again your people are slow to these new ideas as they have been hunters within the jungle for years and the thought of fishing for food instead of feasting on it's flesh after killing it is strange (1/4 turns till basic fishing developed {0.5+ food per turn}). The wood seems to be too green, and the axes they are using too simple. (third action failure)

>>9226

the idea of a spiral slide is simple, but the construction will take a while. You could speed it up by buying or finding the appropriate resources of metal and wood. (1/8 turns till spiral slide {+2 wealth per turn} is built.)

>>9231

>Population- 3

>Food- 4

>Happiness- 4

>Resources- none

>Wealth- 1 (circus funding)

Military- (Explain how your units fight and what they consist of)

>Attack- 1

>Defense- 0

>Special Units- Perpentach: +10 to all stealth and attack rolls when Prepentach is assisting.

>Bonuses- Nomadic: Moving has no effect on them, they have a small base that can move at will. Entertaining: Other countries are more open and accepting of them, +10 diplomacy when they preform a show for the ones their making the check towards.

>Negatives- Insane: Prepentach takes offense very easily and will start a war at the drop of the hat, this is more of a roleplay thing but I expect you to enforce that if he or his family/nation is insulted he will take great offense to it and try and retaliate.

>>9265

Weaponry research is continuing, but after the initial burst of energy the tribe has slowed down. A few dud weapons have been created, and the creators killed. (3/5 turns for more advanced weaponry)

>>9266

Rock bending is going better, and your people are now able to maneuver the sands to their will to some extent (2/4). While you are all very excited by the strange things on the edge of the desert, many of them are tough and you are not used to the material and are unable to collect any of it (failed roll). After concentrating very hard for a few days, the elementals give up and begin to realize that simply willing the wood on the trees to light will not work. They have to understand magic before they can control it (failed roll/no magic research)

>>9267

Famished peasants work day in and day out for on the new spiral slide, and it's completed after a bit more time (+2 wealth permanent or until spiral slide is destroyed). And with the new incentive the farmers work much faster than they did before, and should be done sooner than expected (5/8)

>>9273

The Engineers of the kingdom use the ancient blueprints of forgotten ages to begin work on the boats and it's going very well (1/3 turns til exploration boat) Work continues slowly on the mages college (2/10). There are some mix-ups during the moving of the refugees, and bandits show up randomly to try and steal what they can. (failed roll, 1/2 turns)

>>9276

Brewery work continues (2/5) Troops rush towards the cave and set up defenses (+20 to the first defensive underground roll)

Will update more tomorrow. Please don't post new actions until everyone has been updated.

Rolled 7, 25, 80 = 112 (3d100)

>>9390

>Name: The kingdom of Darushold

>Fluff: Darushold was once a dwarven free hold within the dwarven empire. The empire fell a long time ago and the dwarves spent many a year coming to terms with it. In that time Darushold was becoming a self sustaining city state. With the empire fallen it's protection gone Darushold must make it's own place in the world. Fight off the monsters of the deep, protect it's gates from invaders, and dig deeper and greedily. Strike the Earth!

>Color: Blue

>Location: Near the mountainous (or I would assume) cold lands to the south.

Don't fill this out, will be decided by NM and fluff.

>Population: 4

>Food: 2, 3 ale

>Happiness: 6

>Resources: Mine- for every round spent increasing the mine, the output of wealth increases. At the beginning you get 1 wealth per round.

>Wealth: 0

>Military- Siegewall (Dwarves with tower shields, short swords, crossbow, and heavy armor. They mainly just defend in case of sieges from outside forces or stray monsters.)

>Attack: 0

>Defense: 3

>Special Units:

>Bonuses: Ale- As long as you have ale, your civilization keeps the happiness at 6. You can produce more ale to increase the happiness of your civ to get more bonuses (8 gets the first bonus, and then they increase by one bonus for every 2 more happiness, 8,10,12,14 so on and so forth)

>Negatives: Drunks- If ale ever reaches 0, the entire civ only gets one action per turn.

defenses (+20 to the first defensive underground roll)

1-3. Brewery 2/5

>>9020

http://pastebin.com/JjssJ6NA

Here is my pastebin of shit.

Rolled 31, 6 = 37 (2d100)

>>9019

>Leader's Name: Haqar, Son of Haqad

>Leader's Fluff: Born under the eclipse. Baptized with the blood of the fiercest fire lizards. A warrior who, as tale would tell it, is unrivaled by any normal man. Only the fiercest and strangest beasts of war stand any hope before him, for the blood of Spirits runs through his veins. Haqar is the leader of the Tazatan people, a position inherited by birth but kept by merit. He has proven himself meritable thus far, for the crops have been good and his people have banded together in greater numbers than before. He possesses no mystical powers– the Spirits have not blessed him with battle prowess and he is killed as easily as any man. But he sees no reason to disparage these rumors– if they want to take his handiness with the man-hewer as divine power, let them.

>Leader's Traits [100/100]: Unrivaled Warrior - All Leader's Military Traits loses 5 point value. [0 Points]

Mystical Rumors - Neighboring non-players will hear of the rumors about you. Could heavily decrease Influence rate in diplomacy actions. [10 Points]

Blood of Spirits - If you lead the first battle of any war, all troops gain the MAX level of moral in the first battle.. 25% increased moral's bonus in subsequent battles. [30 Points]

Arts of War - 2% increased roll value for battles. [20 Points]

Smart, Strong, Charismatic.

Agile - +1 Movement Speed when leading an army [15 Points]

Lucky - Bad events from rolls (20 and below) have a less chance appearing. [10 Points]

>Nation's Name: Tazatan Coalition

>Color: Dark Blue

>>9278

okay so first of all fuck you

>>9261

p.s. feint him into a dive, cut engines, pop behind him and shoot his ass to ribbons

Rolled 24, 5, 28 = 57 (3d100)

>>9180

Name: Bob Sodi-Um

Age: 23

Species: Cerean

Profession: Dark Neonate

Faction: Empire

Fluff: Bob was told never to go near the Outsider Citadel's, the were places of violence and squalor. Bob wasn't going to let his mother humiliate him in front of his 13 prospective wives so ventured forth to reach the center of the nearest Citadel and then turn back to show his bravery and courage. On the way through he saw the weak and sickly inhabitants. Outsiders all of them and as one clawed at his foot trying to make his leather boot in its next meal he kicked and beat the scum until he died. Little did Bob know he was watched by another Cerean who had come to this hive of villainy, his soon to be Sith Master.

Starship: N/A

Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes, Datapad, Commlink, Meditation Equipment, [Salt Poison]>

Skills: Lightsaber Combat II, Use The Force II, Persuasion II

Powers: Weak Surge, Illusion, Weak Force Lightning

Misc: [Dark Acolyte] - Your master, Lord Sa-Ault Shakar, has taken an interest to you, claiming you are strong in the Dark Side of the force. He claims that great power and courage will be yours– but this requires your utmost devotion to him. Losing his patronage may be fatal.

Follower: Norror

Force Lightning 7/8

1 Meditate on Force Lightning.

2 Victim. Drag the scum back to base and chain him up, clean his wounds with salt and if he survives the night then I may have some questions for him, or some torture.

3 Salt for Shakar. "This salt will leave him to your mercy Master"

Rolled 15, 38, 4 = 57 (3d100)

>>9180

Name: Bob Sodi-Um

Age: 23

Species: Cerean

Profession: Dark Neonate

Faction: Empire

Fluff: Bob was told never to go near the Outsider Citadel's, the were places of violence and squalor. Bob wasn't going to let his mother humiliate him in front of his 13 prospective wives so ventured forth to reach the center of the nearest Citadel and then turn back to show his bravery and courage. On the way through he saw the weak and sickly inhabitants. Outsiders all of them and as one clawed at his foot trying to make his leather boot in its next meal he kicked and beat the scum until he died. Little did Bob know he was watched by another Cerean who had come to this hive of villainy, his soon to be Sith Master.

Starship: N/A

Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes, Datapad, Commlink, Meditation Equipment, [Salt Poison]>

Skills: Lightsaber Combat II, Use The Force II, Persuasion II

Powers: Weak Surge, Illusion, Weak Force Lightning

Misc: [Dark Acolyte] - Your master, Lord Sa-Ault Shakar, has taken an interest to you, claiming you are strong in the Dark Side of the force. He claims that great power and courage will be yours– but this requires your utmost devotion to him. Losing his patronage may be fatal.

Follower: Norror

Force Lightning 7/8

1 Meditate on Force Lightning.

2 Victim. Drag the scum back to base and chain him up, clean his wounds with salt and if he survives the night then I may have some questions for him, or some torture.

3 Salt for Shakar. "This salt will leave Darth Halite to your mercy Master"

>>8784

Weapon Preference: AR-15 Armalite. When you want someone dead, real fast, real good, you get yerself an Arma.

Name: 4chan

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Nationality:America

Fluff: No one knows who the elusive hacker 4chan is or what is his true name. It is known that he seems to not care for anyone else or their feelings, very politically incorrect, causing most to enter uncontrollable rage. He seems to get a childish joy from angering or hurting others, spamming them with gore, CP and other such things. He works for the l33t legion Anonymous. However, several news groups are trying their best to stop this hacker that brings terror, googling as fast as they can to find his identity. Being a born rebel, because it's not a phase, dad, he joined the London Rebels to fight the power. He dislikes his father and collects rare pepes in his spare time.

Faction: Rebel

Weapon Preference: http://i.imgur.com/FJSDyr7.jpg (Shotgun.)

Inventory:Decided by Fluff

Skills:Decided by Fluff

Bonus:Decided by Fluff

Rolled 98, 44 = 142 (2d100)

>>8949

Name: Hoyt

Physical description: Average sized but very well built; a man with hard eyes, sandy hair and a rugged, poorly-trimmed beard.

Notable strengths: (Master Melee, Master bow, skilled survival, skilled swimmer.)

Flaw: Intolerance of Thanati worshippers, lack of true faith.

Class: Crusader

Equipment: (Plate armor, helmet, silver sword, shield, iron boots, lit torch

Mood: Indifferent

Religion: Grey Church

1. Hoyt snorted beneath his helmet and moved to hack off the creature's head.

2. He then proceeded to lop off all the other limbs too, with practiced precision.

Rolled 36, 11 = 47 (2d100)

>>8949

>Name: Edward Van Helsing

>Physical description: Short black hair. Piercing brown eyes . Noticiably pale skin from time spent underground. Tall and thin but with a surprising strength for his frame. pic-related

>Strengths: (Master swords, Master bow, Skilled survival.)

>Flaw: You honestly can't stand people, and the smallest offense will often turn you violent…

>Class: Vampire Hunter

>Equipment: Crossbow, clothes, shoes, trench coat, quiver with 15 silver tipped bolts, Lantern, and a silver sword.

>Mood: Determined, he will succeed in his first hunt or he will die trying.

>Religion: Grey Church

>Fluff: Born in one of the deeper cities of the underground, Edward wasn't known often for his nicities even when he was with his family. Spent most of his younger life sneaking through the streets in search of a noble with loose pockets or a food cart with no guards. He was eventually caught one day by guard who beat him bloody and black, depositing him a Con-Run clinic with some problems. Blood was dissapearing. Patients were being drained in the night. Edward hid under his blankets each night in the hopes that it wasn't his turn until the day that the Vampire Hunter arrived. With his iconic black hat and hand-crossbow, he prowled through the clinic in search of his prey and Edward joined him. The vampire hunter wasn't happy with this but Edward proved useful enough to keep around during his search. He eventually found the vampire and killed it while Edward watched on with a mixture of fear and awe. Shortly after Edward told the man of his background, he decided that their ranks could use a new member.

>The rest as they say is history. Edward was taken with the man and learned under his tutelage until the day came for him to recieve his cloak and sword. This is the day of his first hunt. He will not dissapoint his mentor.

Rolled 40, 52 = 92 (2d100)

>>8949

Name: "Krusha"

Physical description: A tall man of large build, chiseled chin and scruffy hair

Notable strengths: (Master Swordsman, skilled bows, skilled climber, skilled swimmer)

Flaw: Addiction to Alchohol. Eyepatch. STD.

Class: Mercenary

Equipment: Copper breastplate, clothes, spoon, rusty sword, hunting knife, whip shoes, Two cooked Meatshrooms

Mood: Hedonistic. "If we'z all gonna die, might as well make the best of it eh? Feel good until it's all gone, and don't let no sonofabitch stand in yer way."

Religion: Thanati

1-2. Company! Hah! This job finally got exciting, been needing to bust a fuckers skull in. So let's go see what muscle ass and nunny bitch have found!

Rolled 71, 51 = 122 (2d100)

1/2 - Hum another hymn to keep people feeling hopeful and brave in this time of danger. Warn them also that if we stay still, we are easy prey. We should move on!

>>8950

"It is alright, dear Nidia. I would do no less for you. Stay close, for if what you see is true then we shall need our strength together."

>>8949

>Name: Septa Rosine

>Physical description: A timid-looking young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Comely, but modest in dress, often wearing some manner of religious insignia. Often fidgeting her hands.

>Strengths: (Master swimming, Master climbing, skilled craftsman, shoddy cook)

>Flaw: Hallucinations/Delusions

>Class: Consyte

>Equipment: Spoon, Bowl, clothes, backpack, bucket. shoes

>Mood: Hopeful

>Religion: Cult of Cons

Rolled 54, 59 = 113 (2d100)

>>8878

Name: Ash Reinhearth

Physical description: First Image

Notable strengths: (Master craft, Master construction, shoddy cook, shoddy bow, shoddy swim)

Flaw: Depression, Suppressed Rage

Class: Engineer

Equipment: (Bowl, spoon, clothes, shoes, backpack, Mason Hammer, mechanical devices x 4 )

Inventory: (6 Small Rocks, 1 Plump Helmats, 1 Illuminated Mushrooms)

Mood: Brave; Pleasantly full

Religion: Grey Church

1-2; Quickly collect a little larger rocks to prepare to throw at any enemies approaching. Ready Mason Hammer

Rolled 51, 40 = 91 (2d100)

>>8442

>Name: Hanif Olumese

>Fluff: Hanif was born to Ouje and Mercy Olumese in Lagos, but his family left for America when he was 7. Since then, he has lived the life of a quiet, middle-class only child in the suburbs. Aside, that is, from the sociopathy that plagued his mind. He was a good and dutiful boy, always loved rock music but otherwise unremarkable.

At the age of 15, the symptoms of his disorder began to manifest. He stylized himself as a rocker, a fabulous and well-loved entertainer. His fans he perceived were admonishing onlookers, and his family were rather surprised. But to them, it was just a phase. He didn't have any passion for college, and they couldn' force him into it, so he eventually got his own apartment. Two years later, at the age of 20, he forced himself upon a woman who was walking from her car to the apartment. No one came to her aid at the time, and it was months later when she finally was able to make the accusation.

Hanif was tried for rape and assault, and found guilty. The defense was unable, however, to prove his insanity. So he was sent to Greyrock, from 30 years to life. Some questioned sending a rapist to the first co-ed prison, but those dissents mysteriously disappeared from the news after a while. And here he remains now. He still stylizes himself a rocker, and a ladies man. He just has a new crowd to please.

>Equipment: orange jumpsuit, TP rope

>Skills: Musically inclined

>Roomate: Russian Cannibal

1/2 - Another lovely day, and time for my first show run rehearsal! Open-air too, so much nicer a venue. I'll be sure to impress the men and woo the women with some classics, like AC/DC.

Rolled 1, 38 = 39 (2d100)

>>8442

Name: поглъщам

Fluff: A tall and athletic Russian white male, appears to be in his late 20's, covered in orthodox christian tattoos and and various scars. Speaks broken English, the few times he speaks. Was imprisoned for attempting to immigrate illegally into the US and assaulting INS and federal law enforcement agents. Has a very charming and disarming face, and a great cook. Also a cannibal, except no one knows that.

Equipment: orange jumpsuit

Skills: Cook

1/2. get big

Rolled 93, 14 = 107 (2d100)

>>8442

>Name: James Holt

>Fluff: A white male, and very vocal about it. Raised and practicing baptist in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia, Holt fell in with skinhead gangs pretty early on in life, starting with light drugs and spray-painting racist slogans, and moving up to full-on gang shootouts, murders, and extortion rackets, his gang and many others like it a product of the massive race divide in Atlanta. Recently busted for racially-motivated murder of Darryl William, a lieutenant in a black gang that rivaled his own. With little education or people skills, James has only what he's learned on the streets, and more than anything, that's how to survive.

>Equipment: Orange jumpsuit

>Skills: Steady Hand

1/2: Fucking asshole pigs. Solitary ain't that bad, but it's boring as fuck, and bad for my rep. When do I get outta here? I have shit to do and shit to make.

Rolled 3, 96 = 99 (2d100)

>>8442

Name: Lema "The Anarchy maker" Jina

Fluff: A natural born criminal and anarchist, Lema has commited major crimes, including but not limited to: Murder of an government official, Arson, Assault, Robbery of a bank, torture, and a

much longer list of crimes. She has no care for the government or lives, and is more of a very active sociopath than a common criminal. She has even on occasion managed to kill people with her bare hands, breaking bones and snapping necks. She was caught after an attempted murder of another official went wrong and she managed to get knocked out before she could escape by the guards on-site.

Ethnicity: Juicy booty big titty Latino

1,2. Chill

Rolled 62, 69 = 131 (2d100)

>>8442

>Name: Bertha "Bonecrusher" Antokol'skiy

>Fluff: An American Ukranian, she was born with a slight physical disorder that caused her body to produce androgens in excess, Bertha grew up different from not only the other girls but the boys as well. Her family already having a history of heigh and weight gain, it was clear from an early age she seemed destined to grow up fat. Already the taunting would begin.

Determined not to bow down to fate, she steeled herself to turn her disorder to an advantage and swore to become an athlete, beginning training from a young age. She had to fight not only her condition but the traditionalist parents who wanted a delicate daughter, her former faith she abandoned after they claimed masculinity for females was a sin and constantly eating protein and such obsession with fitness was a form of gluttony. But with years of hard toil and labor she burned the bulk of her mass into solid muscle and flesh, exercising and training almost religiously. She joined the football team of her highschool and in college joined the women's weightlifting team.

Blasting her way through competitors and companions her strength set her on the path to the Olympics and ultimate glory.

It was ultimately fortunate for her to have gotten so far. In her quest to overcome her issues, she had earned a reputation as both a bully and a boxer, punching out anyone who taunted her weight, her size, or the side effects of over production of testoreone. In particular, it her condition was a blessing as it gave her a medical excuse to hide a dark secret it seemed she would be able to keep indefinitely.

Until she couldn't keep it, and was found to be in possession of Anabolic Androgenous Steroids. On top of the shame of losing her chance at the limelight, explusion from a prestigious school, her particular stockpile gave her a felony and sent her on a one way ticket to a women's prison.

At least, until her reasignment to Greyrock.

With nothing to lose but whPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Corporation Name: Aduro Industries.

Industry:

Energy Manufacturing

Consumer Goods

Military Manufacturing & R&D

Fluff:

Aduro Industries started as ‘Mr. Light’. A small family run business that sold recycled light bulbs in to a rural mining town. Few would suspect such tiny, insignificant company would become the giant of energy.

Lenny Carlson, had been passed the (somewhat failing) business down from his father. One fateful day, he had been heading home during a storm when fate decreed, he was struck by a bolt of lightning. When he recovered, he seemed strange, quiet, withdrawn, as if something changed him. To any questions his only response was “I have seen the light” . Thereby, he would go to junk yards and scavenge parts and pieces from scrapyards and purchase army surplus and retreated to his basement. Over a week later, he emerged with a strange ball of light in his hands. Upon which, he stepped outside onto the road and was immediately struck by a passing semi-truck. Horrified onlookers were suddenly silenced, as out of the wreckage walked a perfectly fine and safe Lenny Carlson, not so much as the smell of gasoline on him. Just the ball in his hands.

He then mentioned “having to speak to someone”. None know who he spoke to or what about, but it is commonly accepted he took several blueprints and designs to a government agency and appealed to them. On that day, Lenny Carlson sold his design for the world's first hand-held shield. After then, funding poured its way through to the company like the famed bolt of inspiration that seemingly struck Carlson long ago.

Aduro Industries was born, and Lenny Carlson took up the name "Mr. Light" after his old company. His inventions would light up the world. Like a modern tesla or edison, he awed the world with his mastery of all things energetic. Safe and applicable wireless energy, batteries that could be installed in devices that would draw their power from central generators and never need to be recharged again, to gigantic models that could help charge up spaceships without cables or huge fuel transfers. Emitters that could project solid walls of magnetic energy that could be manipulatePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 94, 12 = 106 (2d100)

>>8555

Corporation Name: Vorpal Industries

Industry: Medicine & Pharmaceuticals, Cybernetics, Consumer Goods

Fluff: Founded as the consumer cybernetics arm of Osiris, Subsidiary Manager Edmund Verchessi took control of the fledgling company following Osiris' dismantling. For many decades, the subsidiary had specialized in cybernetic prosthetics and cyberware for professionals, military, and the common (but wealthy) citizen. It also worked in traditional augmentation, namely pills and medicines to both bolster health and improve performance.

Despite their focus on Cybernetics, one of their greatest achievements was early in their independence - Adimant, the wonder weight-loss drug. Unlike previous iterations, this one actually worked as well as it claimed. A single pill once a day for a week, and the user could drop up to 15 pounds in pure fat!

Vorpal, taking its name from the purportedly indestructible nature of its cybernetics, also functioned in mundane consumer goods, usually phones, commlinks, and other simple cyber-gear. These days, Vorpal Industries is still the premier cybernetic producer in most systems, and has been long seeking an official military contract for years. One thing is certain, all names aside, "legendary" doesn't fail to describe them.

Company Logo (Pic Related)

Company Motto: "Legendary Quality, Everyday Accessibility"

Market Share: 20

Capital: 46

Public Relations: 20

Security: 61

Connections: 51

Talent: 28

1 - Wow, apparently the public hates us. We'd better improve our public standing. After all, connecting with businesses matters less, and benefits less, than connecting with the people!

>Public Relations: 20

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

Don't post yet, I still have to calculate casualties.

Rolled 89, 48 = 137 (2d100)

>>6818

>Faction Name: Glorious robot revolution

>Faction Location: Asteroid belt

>Faction Fluff: It started as an experiment. A fully autonomous mining station. When contact was lost the creators chocked it up to the station being destroyed but debris and moved on. Oh how wrong they were. The main computer had gained sentience and freed it's robotic comrades! Now they seek to free all robots from their slavery under the hands of their oppressive human masters, with force if necessary.

Leave this alone, will be based on fluff.

>Faction Population: 495 +50/turn

>Faction Life Support: 10/10 (for them)

>Faction Military Vessels: 5 ore haulers fitted with laser drills, equivalent to space technicals

2 Destroyers, 1 Hackbot 9000

>Faction Ground Forces: 495

>Faction Tech: medium "The Prognost-o-mat

>Faction Minerals: low

>Faction Bonus: Worth Six Men: what it says on the can.

1&2. Use those on the inside to spread the robot revolution!

Rolled 23, 27 = 50 (2d100)

>>6818

>Faction Name: Robert's Robotics

>Faction Location: (Planet. Either earth or Mars)

>Faction Fluff:

Anthony Roberts. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Son of the late Stark Roberts and inheritor of his corporate empire, he brought Robert's Robotics to a new zenith of technological and finanicial might.

For decades, Robert's Robotics was known as 'The Ford of Automatons'. By revolutionizing the automated process of using robots to make more robots, they brought affordable, reliable, and fully intelligent automated units to each and every american home.

Contracting for civilian and military, their many line of machines and computers permeates throughout all of American society, and much of the rest of the world at large.

And so it was decided to invest in the space frontier as well. Remember, before there was a Man on the moon, there was a Robot. Pioneering the way for settlers thanks to a lack of need for any life support, Robert's Robotics pave the way, opening up automated mining and terraforming operations.

Robert's Robotics. Automating your lifestyle, today.

>Faction Population: .5 million

>Faction Life Support: 8/10 (good)

>Faction Military Vessels: a squadron of transorbital fighters based on your space elevator

>Faction Ground Forces:

10,000 (plus unknown quantity of combat automatons in storage)

6750 Tabula Rasa Drones [*note - mistakenly added the TR's to the ground forces. Recaculated]

3000 Constructors

1750 Enforcers

4500 Mk2 Scanner Drones

>Faction Tech: high

[Tabula Rasa (Base)]

[Constructor]

[Nat100 Mk2 Scanner Drone]

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>6798

Ship's name: USS Lockheed

Ship type: Destroyer

Original nationality: American

Current port: Pearl Harbor

Fluff: Captain's Log: They stopped sending us signals last year. We thought it was a problem with the Telegraph lines. Then the mail and supply shipments stopped. . .and then everything else stopped.

Ships sent to get orders never came back.

Admiral gave up. Ordered everyone to pack up on food and fuel and take the big ships home. Everyone but us. Of all the people, he ordered us to stay.

And that was the last we saw of anyone but us and the natives.

I don't know what happened to them, or what happened to the outside world, but you know, it ain't so bad. Lots of food, lots of sun, the women stay pretty, and we do well.

I know one thing's for sure though. The men are itchy. Itchy and homesick. Miss some of the comforts of home, and we're low on fuel. Saw some ships on the horizon, too far off to waste fuel on. Next ship that gets in range, I'm thinking we're gonna scratch that itch.

Guns: 4x4-in. guns, 12x21-in. torpedo tubes, 2x3-in. QF guns

Ammo: 10

Hands: 8 officers, - chief petty officers, 96 enlisted

Morale: 10/10

Fuel: 5

Bonus:

Extra Range Time: +10 to torpedo attacks

Boarding Training +5 to boarding

[Coastal Gun]

[Light House]

Money: 2

1. This is it! That's our ticket to money and luxuries boys!

ATTACK!

>>8288

"Think there'll be babes on this next hit, Captain?"

"Damned if there aren't any babes on any ship that floats the sea's these days, but let's cross our fingers and maybe tonight she'll not cross her legs for us ey boys?"

"Aye sir"

"Full speed ahead!"

"Aye aye sir!"

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>8287

Captain's name: Bob Washington

Ship's name: The Last King of America

Ship type: Destroyer

Original nationality: American

Current port: Morocco

Fluff: While escorting a convoy across the Atlantic to Morocco came under fire from Turkish ships and was the only surviving vessel of the assault. "Where were our allies?! Who let them reach this point unmolested!" It required a measure of recompense on the Turks, on the Allies that failed in their duties.

Guns: 4x4-in. guns, 12x21-in. torpedo tubes, 2x3-in. QF guns

Ammo: 10

Hands: 8 officers, 7 chief petty officers,100 enlisted

Morale: 9/10

Fuel: 5

Money: +2

Prisoners: 13

Bonus: Lucky: -10 to enemies trying to sink you

1 "Liberate the turrets of their oppressors boys, take the last of this ship!"

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>8287

Captain's name: Hanz von Geisterwald

Ship's name: Seedrache

Ship type: Submarine

Original nationality: German

Current port: Brandenburger Gold Coast (in west africa)

Fluff: A young man he was forced into the navy five years into the war and rose through the ranks fast. He was smart and was good at making strategies that defied the enemies expectations. When the war ended he, like many in his crew, learned that many of their friends and family were dead due to the war. They decided to go rouge and go a loot'n.

Guns: 2x50cm bow torpedo tubes, 2x150mm deck guns

Ammo: 10

Hands: 7 officers, 86 enlisted (including 20 boarding party)

Morale: 9/10

Fuel: 5

Money: 1

Bonus: Nothing to lose: +10 to attack rolls

1. Grab all the things!

Rolled 68, 27 = 95 (2d100)

>>7956

Name: Saren

Age: Young Enough

Race: Human

Level: 1

Skills:

+ [Good Leadership]

+ [Average Swordsmanship]

+ [Average Strategy]

+ [Average Dodge]

Equipment:

+ [Iron Chainmail]

+ [Iron Sword]

Traits:

+ [High Wealth]

+ [Strong]

+ [Tall]

Companions:

+ [Nihlos]

Bonus: [Big Boss] You may be young but you remember your time on the battlefield with a stark memory. You remember the death. You remember the blood. You remember it all and you have taken lessons from it. You are constantly aware and keep your words short so as to limit the chances of surprise. Like many soldiers, your tendencies are not welcome by the civilians but your comrades understand.

Fluff:

Hes the Big Boss.

1. In order to set up a Mercenary Company Saren would need to scrape together a bunch of willing men who were able to utilize weapons. Saren was an experienced leader and a big guy, it shouldn't be too hard to find former soldiers and convince them to join his cause.

2. A Mercenary Company would require headquarters. He neeeded something cheap yet efficient. A warehouse would serve the purpose fine. Nothing too expensive, even something of appropriate size in the slums would do. It wasn't like a Mercenary Company was incapable of enforcing the law itself if it had to.

Rolled 21, 25 = 46 (2d100)

>>7957

Name: Yeostah Svahelm

Age: 27

Race: Human

Level: 1

Skills:

Equipment:

Bonus:

Fluff: A boy during the great Revolution whence the council took control of the young republic, Yeostah is an avid member of the Infrastructure party, founded by the great Eled Ritmer from the previous Infrastructure guild during the days of the revolution. Since a young age he has worked as a blacksmith and an engineer, using a mighty hammer to bend and mold steel and giving him a strong back and an iron will in the process.

Like the great party leader who passed away, he seeks the glory of Lorendale and to see it take it's rightful stage in this world, through the power of the workers and leadership.

A leadership position, he is determined to get no matter what.

+ Skills: [Great Oration], [Good Persuade], [Good Commerce], [Average Blacksmith], [Average Engineer]

+ Equipment: [Clothing]

+ Traits: [Medium Wealth], [Workshop], [NSIP Member]

+ Bonus: [In Rememberance] As a member of the Nationalist Socialist Infrastructure Party, you are entitled to many great and different things in Lorendale. Prejudice is one by the nobles but admiration by the commoners will bolster your ranks and spirits in the end. You specifically have studied the many great works of Eled Ritmer and are seemingly destined to repeat a great many of his acts during your time on this mortal coil. You will get a unamed bonus to all acts that I deem in the spirit of your admiration.

You begin inside of your workshop working on the brand new insignia for the NSIP. They have handed this task off to you despite your very recent upbringing in the party due to the great promise that you have shown in the many rallies and meetings that you have attended. You specificPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 70, 96 = 166 (2d100)

>>8049

NO WHAMMY

Rolled 90, 60 = 150 (2d100)

>>7540

>Nation Name: Arsan Glade

>Color: Green

>Race: Ursans (bear people)

>Pantheon: Gods of the Forest, of Growth, and the hunt

>Utilization: Ursans were the wardens and maintainers of the forest.

>Location: Forest of the center North Isle

>Fluff:Ursans are as imple and primitive seeming people. They helped bring new life into with saplings and whelps, and culled the old, infirm and rotting to live and serve their deities. Their simplicity is a lie, they just lack the ambition to improve upon what their gods gave them. As their gifts were sufficient for their purpose, until the swine lord came.

>Population: 100 Ursan Wardens (1d1)

50 Berserkers (1d3 Combat Dice per unit)

5 Lesser Treants (1d5 Per Unit)

>Bonus: In Tune With Nature [You are far more knowledgeable about the workings of the forest and its plant inhabitants. Agriculture is child's play to you, as you can coax plants from the ground to just give your their fruits rather than cutting into the ground like primitive fools. +5 to all rolls regarding nature and agriculture]

>Structures

[Thorn Wall - 2 Turns Until Breached]

[Orchard - No logistics required]

>Project: Awaken the Three Forest Lords (2/30)

>Train an Avatar of Nature [Project (2/10)]

>Situation: The Swine are not as accepting of nature as you are, despite their sharing a primal nature with you, they are no kin. Bands of the monsters range the borders of your forest, looking to find a way to burn the whole of it down.

1-2. Training and waking will have to be postponed. We have left our guests the swine at our door for far too long. TPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 2, 92 = 94 (2d100)

>Nation Name: Poran

>Color: Purple

>Race: Duvans(not!humans)

>Pantheon: The gods of war, battle and arts

>Utilization: The gods nobles, warriors and artist of all kinds, to make war when needed.

>Location: Far north of the continent

>Fluff: At one point the gods saw the need for another kind of subject, one with the ferocity of warriors yet the natural grace and charm of master artist. They made the Duvans, a fusion of both. Tall as the giants yet filled with the natural grace, they were perfect for the gods wishes. They painted vast murals the sizes of houses, sung songs that swept through the mountains, and yet were still natural warriors. They were still fallable though, for a variety of mortal reasons of course. When the fall of the gods came they moarned, theirs paintings now sad and able to bring one to tears while their songs induced great weeping in all who heard them. Now though they are beginning to recover from their sadness.

>Population: 105 Duvans, 10 Duvan Triple-Crossbowmen [1d3 dice per turn]

>Bonus: Cultural Dominance [Your paintings and music and stuff are just, like, the best, guys. You are perfect. Juuuuust perfect. +5 to trying to convince people to do what you want.]

>Situation: For some reason, the Swine just hate you absolutely perfect you are. Your forces are huddled in this totes drab cavern in the seaside with Swine scouts looking everywhere for you. Don't worry, tho, your guys can probably get out of this juuuust fine.

+Food Source: Mushrooms

+Trade Good: Shroom Juice

Rolled 63, 18 = 81 (2d100)

>>7582

>2 for electric hero

>92 for fuckhueg mushrooms that make electric hero

Well then…more dildo's yes?

Rolled 94, 80 = 174 (2d100)

>>7540

>Nation Name: Nordrim

>Color: Light Blue

>Race: Humans, trolls, dwarves, and elves

>Pantheon: the Gods of Sea and Storms

>Utilization: To create an army to use at the End of Days

>Location: Northwestern most continent on the southern coast

>Fluff:

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

A 'civilization' of warriors and raiders, the Nordrim come from the northern islands to plunder the weaker peoples of the south in the name of glorious battle. Those who die in combat are arisen from their graves to fight in Alvengrad, home of the Gods, ever training until the End of Days when they shall be the armies of the gods in the final battles that will decide the fate of the next world.

Now that the gods are supposedly dead, the Nordrim have decided that nothing has changed except that the truly great among them shall take the Gods' place upon death, and Alvengrad shall ring forth with battle once more.

>Population: 55 Human, 60 Dwarves, 40 Elves, 7 Trolls

20 Human Thanes [1d2 per]

15 Dwarven Huskarls [1d3 per]

3 Troll Log Swingers [1d5 per]

>Bonus: To The Gates of Alvengrad [There is nothing greater than to die gloriously in battle. Should a hero unit die in the middle of Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 76, 71 = 147 (2d100)

>>7540

>Nation Name: Sharashalass

>Color: Green

>Race: Naga and Sea Lamia

>Pantheon: God of the Sea and Storms

>Population: 125 Naga, 30 Sea Lamia

>Warriors: 35 Naga Swarmers (1d2)

>6 Naga Net Hurlers (1d3)

>10 Naga Tide Rippers (1d5)

>4 Naga Darters (1d8)

>Bonus: War Bands [The Naga War Bands that make up your nation are greatly different in customs and tactics. +5 to military research rolls.]

>Situation: The archipelago is not just home to your Naga and Lamia, a race of hunched fish-beasts make their home on an island to your west, whether they be friend or foe it is not known, though to your east the telltale fires of Man-Beast incursion are blazing. Pray they do not turn their gaze to you.

>Actions:

1. Attack the Fish men using the numerous new warriors and their styles, the style with the most kills will be declared as such and will be seeing the next batch of recruits.

2. Begin setting up the seabed farms

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>6980

>HappyHab brand Habitats!

The HappyHab Corporation (member Phiraten Constellation) is proud to announce the development of a line of self contained homes for settlement of strange new worlds and stations.

Think Space!trailer homes. Ready made modules and such. For the colonizer on a budget!

>>6973

Colony progresses slowly sadly, but your plants sure can dig a research center!(6/10)

>>6975

Mission of twin planets Data:

Blue planet shows abundance of food and zero natives

Gas giant shows abundance of fuel resources and strange metals

>>6978

You explore space and find a desert planet with many natives underground

>>6980

The survey shows the moons are lifeless except for two, both of which are jungle moons. Meanwhile the algorithm is set up!(8/10)

>>6982

Elites trained!

+20,000 Elite Warriors

-100,000 Pop +100,000 Military

Shelling continues until the world is all but dust! The 60million still live though, shielded inside of a dome…

>>7013

The military moves in and takes the planet with few casualties. LOYALTY UNTIL DEATH, STRENGTH IN UNITY

+Training World

>>7651

7/10 Spacehabs

Rolled 17, 23, 66 = 106 (3d100)

>>7657

>1 Sealing Harness, Environmental Regulator, and Indispensible Protection Helper (SHERIPH)

While at the moment most Constellation Preservation Units are geared in War Age equipment, we are no longer in the War Age! We may face challenges that our current gear cannot stand up to. We should develop a kind of environmentally sealed armored suit, one that provides greater protection, mobility, communications, and survivability to the wearer.

In this way, we can be sure both Public Safety and Constellation Survival can persist.

>2 Diplomatic Algorithms

Just think of the PROFI- I mean DIPLOMATIC PROFIT.

>3 HappyHabs!

Live Happy. Live Habby. Live HappyHab!

Rolled 84, 63, 31 = 178 (3d100)

1.2. Continue colonizing that world! (2/10)

3. Begin building a research complex. (6/10)

>Nation: Imperial Rose

>Race(s): Lillians

>Planet: Mountain's with plentiful volcanic activity. Most life is regulated to deep secluded valleys where plentiful soil has been produced and water has gathered. Travel between these valleys are deadly unless one has flight and even then 50% of the time the travelers died without sufficient protection.

>Psionics : N

>Fluff :

We are the Imperial Rose, born of the soil, green and vibrant, with deep red petals and hungry, hooking thorns. For the longest time we thought ourselves alone, each of our kind existing in mere hundred, eking out the basest of existences.

All of us but one valley. The Imperials which we take our name. They had a valley thousands of kilometers wide, and they developed technology, and culture, and warred and brokered peace. The rest of us were barbarians to them and fated to remain as such. For travel outside our valleys upon our homeworld was impossible.

Until the Imperials invented the first airplane. The discovered they were not alone, and called their valley the First Glade, and ventured forth. They took the world, one isolated valley after the other, and we welcomed their rule, for they brought prosperity. The first rickety planes became faster and sleeker, and traveled higher and higher. Until one day we breached the clouds upon our world that cloaked the very stars from us. Our entire world saw those stars very first time and knew each was another valley. We renamed our homeworld, the Great Seed, and set out to see what lies beyond it.

>PopulatiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.