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This is why I wanted a faster pace

This was looking to be a good game

>>46447

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Rolled 98, 1, 37, 48, 28, 16, 23, 34, 31, 63, 11, 37 = 427 (12d100)

>>46404

>>Name: Sanana

Race: Fae-Boyuk

Age: 218

>Stats

Health: 3/3:3

Stamina: 110/110:40

Mana: 13/13:6

>Traits

+ [Racial: Fae-Boyuk]: One of the Fae tribes, the Boyuk were known on Tiesa for their small size and agility. [Grants Stats: Health [1/1:1] - Stamina [110:110:40] - Mana [9/9:2]] [Grants Traits: Immortal]

+ [Immortal]: You and your kind are not caught in the ravages of time

+ [Mutated]: Through science, you have taken hold of evolution and manipulated it. [Grants Stats: Health [2/2:2] - Mana [4/4:4]]

+ [Kinslayer]: Banished from Tiesa after your deeds all gates leading back to your home are closed.

>Skills

+ Hunting - Warp flesh

+ Warp flesh [Level: 2]

+ Surgeon [Level 4]: You are skilled in sewing up wounds and amputating flesh. [Grants +3 bonus to related rolls per level]

2/5 until next level

>Gear

Active:

1 - 2. I heard that the mortals of this land are peculiarly tolerant and accepting of different races. I will attempt to get a job as a surgeon, this way I'll be able to study the anatomy of many different races and creatures, will have an opportunity improve my skill as a surgeon and earn a few extra coins

3 - 4. I will continue my efforts to understand essence. I shall attempt to give the essence of the spider to the offspring of another pregnant rat

Passive:

5 - 6. Using my newly acquired flesh warping magic I shall attempt to create a living flesh golem out of organs, bones and tissue of the deceased rats. Or in other words - an aberPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 60, 57, 55, 57, 35, 100, 80, 98, 82, 25, 76, 68 = 793 (12d100)

Name: Gaius Iulius Caesar

Age: 55

Race: Roman

>Lore: "Et tu…Brute?" Then everything went black. Then he awoke, in a meadow..birds singing, sun shining. Pulling off his toga, he felt himself for wounds, but only old battle scars were left. Elysium? Perhaps….

>Stats:

Health [-6:-6:-4]

Stamina [-80/-80:-80]

Mana [3/3:3]

>Traits

+[Racial: Human]: You are a member of the human race. [Grants Stats: Health [10/10:4] – Stamina [100/100:40]]

+[Realm Traveler]: You have come from another plane of existence, dowsed in the ether of the inter-planar gates. [Grants Stats: Mana [3/3:3]]

Trait: [River’s Wrath]: [Grants Stats: Health [-6:-6:-4] - [-80/-80:-80] - This Trait will expire in (2) turns]

>Skills:

+Command [Level: 7]: You are well verse in commanding military might and using it potential to greater height than other men. [Grants a 5% boost in damage per level to any companions or units under your command]

>Gear:

Active:

1-2. convince the mage to take me to speak to his lord

2-4. convince his lord to give me a high post befitting of my stature

passive:

5-12: learn more about the land I'm now in

>>46404

>>Name: Amalia Lancaster

Race: Human

>Stats:

Health: [18/18:4]

Stamina [120/120:60]

>Occupation:

+[Port Clerk - Pays 10 Coppers per [Turn] for free, doing “overtime” will net you 2 coppers each time]

>Traits:

+[Racial: Human]: You "are" a member of the human race [Grants Stats: [10/10:4] - Stamina [100:100/40]]

+[Curse: Vampirism]: You are cursed with eternal life, as long as you sate your thirst for your own kinds blood [Grants Traits: Immortal] [Grants Skills: Blood Sucking] [Grants Stats: Health 8/8:0] - [Stamina: 20/20:20]]

+ [Immortal]: Your kind are not affected by the passage of time the same as other species

>Skills:

+Blood Sucking [Level 1]: Drains missing health from bound target, at a rate equal to one half your level.

>Gear:

+ Clerk’s Badge: A small golden pin that signifies you as a clerk for the city of Fynberg.

+ Anonymity Shawl: A stolen shawl from the wardrobe of your deceased master. While wearing it your Identity is concealed

+[14 Copper Pieces]

Rolled 60, 62, 13, 41, 7 = 183 (5d100)

>>46477

>>46404

1; Amalia went out to feed, finding a relatively quiet bar near the docks. She smiled at some of the men, allowing them to buy her a drink while they bought two for themselves. After a conversation with a particularly drunk man, she was "convinced" to come with around the corner to a spot along the waterfront that was hardly used. He started groping her and moved in to kiss her, sloppily moving his lips upon hers and slipping his tongue inside. His breath smelled horrible and she hoped he would pass out before they moved forward or she would have to knock him out. He slumped over her as she finished her thought, conveniently allowing her to bite him and feed before dropping him to the ground and leaving for home, a dopey grin upon her face. Later into the night he would wake up, confused as to why he was laying down on the dockside and what led up to the moment. He rubbed his neck in concentration and felt a liquid, looking at his hand to see a bit of blood on it. He pondered why it was there for only a second before dropping it and heading home.

2-4; Amalia walked to her job place late at night, nervously twirling her hair and fidgeting as she thought of what she was going to say. She had asked Mrs. Buthe, her boss, earlier that day if they could meet after work to discuss their positions and what they could do to increase efficiency. She agreed, immediately understanding what Amalia meant and suggested a time that was good for her. It was strange seeing the building so dark, always being there during the day, and slowly navigated her way to her bosses office.There was a candle light glowing from her open door and she walked in to find her boss lounging on her desk, an expensive coat upon her shoulders, opened to reveal a lurid corset that enhanced her already impressive figure very well. Amalia gulped as she caught sight of her, drinking in the view longer than she would regularly be comfortable with before turning to close the door and slowly walk towards her. She watched Amalia walk towardsPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>46478

>>46477

>>46404

5; Continue going to work

6-8; Work overtime

9; Go grocery shopping once a week

10; Buy an Iron Dagger

11-12; Amalia stared at the dagger spinning in her grasp, stopping every now and then to notice her troubled reflection within the blade itself. Memories of her past came back to her, of learning about anatomy by famous priests, of etiquette training by her mother, balancing books and tea sets upon her head and hands while keeping a straight back. She even remembered training in some bladecraft, learning how to parry blows away and stay agile until a man could come to protect her. All these things ran through her head as she thought of the man SHE was going to kill. She couldn't mess it up, it had to be perfect, she had to be perfect. She stopped spinning the blade and grabbed the handle, shooting up from her chair as she did. She hurried outside and headed to one of the public training grounds allowed for adventurers and began slashing and stabbing at one of the dummies, envisioning the body parts and essential regions of the body and trying to target them efficiently.

Rolled 70, 16, 84 = 170 (3d100)

>>45823

Name: Kaja

Age: 24

Backstory:

Columbus is no New York City, but it's still a city, and a city is a pretty shitty place to be an oprhan. Growing up in a shitty orphanage in a shitty part of the city with a shitty public school, Kaja never particularly though she'd be much, and, frankly, nobody else did either; the girl was never particularly smart or promising, and prone to frequent bouts of aggressive or depressive behavior at seemingly random intervals. The first years of her adult life were spent exploring the abandoned parts of the city, getting into fights, and occasional boring manual labor. None of which are useful skills in a civilized society, of course.

They're surprisingly useful now.

Equipment:

Furred Clothes

Pocket Knife

Crowbar

Softened Jackboots

Loaded Century Zastava (Cheap Handgun)

Spare Magazine

Welding Goggles

Skills:

Scavenging x1

Stealth x2

Fighting x2

Athletics x2

Infection Rate: 0%

Health: 25/25

Hydration: 100%

>>45924

You are able to find several useful supplies, however you do encounter a close call with a few weepers, they are easily snuck past though and you manage to bring the supplies back to the base.

+gasoline + 2 weeks worth uncontaminated water +car repair kit

>>45870

On your voyage with chad you find almost nothing, however you do manage to get sort of lucky when you stumble upon a few boxes of ammunition for what appears to be a hunting rifle. +3 small boxes of .308 Winchester munitions

>>45869

You get lucky as you're out scavenging and stumble upon a small cache of food.

+3 weeks worth of canned food

>>45862

Driving along with chad you make a big discovery, you stumble upon a hunting store that has yet to be looted, you manage to take away several useful items from it.

+5 MRE's +3 Winchester Rifles.

>>45861

With your knowledge in chemistry it's a trivial task to create napalm, hell you even manage to make some chlorine gas grenades

you also manage to make some normal grenades however as you're mixing you make a small mistake and it almost explodes in your hand you quickly manage to salvage it though, however you instantly drop the idea of making explosives after this mishap.

+4 chlorine gas grenades +1 Gallon of napalm

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>>45826

(sorry for missing you in my update)

You luck out and come across an abandoned baseball stadium on your time scouting around, you thank the heavens above that it's not crawling with weepers or anything worse and manage to salvage several useful items from it.

+Full baseball kit including a jersey and several baseballs

+3 large coolers filled with Fruit punch flavored gatorade

Rolled 46, 90, 93 = 229 (3d100)

>>46441

Name: "Batter Bob"

Age: Old Enough

Backstory:

Baseball Dad.

Equipment:

+ Jackie Robinson's Bat

+ Baseball Cap

+ Baseball Jersey

+ Several Baseballs

+ 3 Large Coolers filled with Fruit Punch flavored Gatorade

Skills:

+ [Ascended Blunt Mastery]

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Bonus:

+ [Batter Up] Your days of baseball may be long behind you, but by god your skills sure as hell haven't left, your a master when it comes to striking things with your bat and you've acheived a level of blunt mastery far above anything anyone could hope to match +[Ascended Blunt Mastery]

Infection Rate:

Health: 25/25

Hydration: 100%

Sanity: 100%

1. Bob was a bit out of shape. Its been a while since he had to run after his boys. He'd jog the way back to get back in shape. (Train Athletics)

2. It was probably best if Bob left the Coolers back at Motherbase. Surely not everyone would have been as lucky as he had been and running around with them served little purpose.

3. Back at Motherbase Bob had nothing to do but sit around and contemplate what he had done, something he really could not do for long. Instead he would go out once more to scavenge things he could use to reinfroce motherbase and make it a more secure location until they eventually decided to move on.

Rolled 45, 47, 25 = 117 (3d100)

>>46389

Name: Johnny Slackjaw

Age: 29

Backstory: Johnny worked as a firefighter for most of his life, got introduced to it by his dad. Picked up climbing along the way.

Equipment: Fireman set, (Includes Fireaxe.) Blade Sharpener

Skills: Athletic.Climbing, Blades. Stubborn. Healthy, Firefighting

Bonus: [Firefighter] You've been in the business of rescue for as long as you can remember, you suffer no fire damage no matter what the situation (Within reason, I'm not having you survive a swim in lava)

Infection Rate:

Health: 20/20

Hydration: 100/100

Sanity: 100/100

Action 1: Sharpen my axe so as to make sure it doesn't fail me during one of the essential moments of the coming fights.

Action 2-3: Help Bob with his scavenging mission.

Rolled 22, 42, 64 = 128 (3d100)

>>45934

Nation Name: Formicidae Tempestus Transmutatio

Location: Eastern mountains near the jungle

Race: Formicidae Tempestus Transmutatio, a species of ants mutated by the temporal energies. Worker drones can reach the size of dogs.

Color: Light Blue

Fluff: When the time anomaly hit people, objects, and more were brought back in time. Some of the living creatures were affected by the energies of the time travel and mutated to something almost beyond recognition, or even beyond recognition, of what they once were. The Formicidae Tempestus Transmutatio, also known as 'Temporal Anomaly Ants' or 'The fuck are those!?' were the ants from a scientist's ant farm that were sucked in through the time anomaly. There were a few major changes that were noted in the specimens. The first was a rapid growth and the creation of a caste of leader princesses that could give orders to drones and even showed complex planning and even signs of sapience. The second is the ability for queens to change from a normal reproductive cycle to one that purposefully causes damage and subsequent errors to the DNA of new drones to induce mutations. The third, and most important, is the ability for queens to absorb and store the DNA of a drone and is even able to separate and manipulate segments of DNA to create new castes of drones with mutations from multiple drones. After the scientist was eaten by a dinosaur the dinosaur was subsequently stung to death by the ants and the ants moved to set up a new nest.

[Formicidae Tempestus Transmutatio]

[Traits]

[Stable Mutation]: Though mutants, the ants have a surprising degree of control over said mutation. Gains +10 to genetic manipulation rolls.

[Random Mutation]: Every so Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 38, 58, 14 = 110 (3d100)

>>45934

Nation Name: Troy Ranch

Location: Grasslands east of the river.

Race: Human

Color: White

Fluff: With people being pushed or thrown from the walls of the old world Astyanax chose to leap forward. He turned his wealth into as many trucks, cattle, blasters and wide brimmed hats as he could transport. His cowboys moved the herd and kept them safe. They had to drive off a few desperate folk but those who were good enough to ask he fed and let join the convoy. Most of them were good folk who had been told to go colonize land with only the bare essentials. Some of them were grey hats with the skill and self interest to manage for themselves. All in all we've got enough cowboys and blasters to protect the ranch and our flowering little town.

[Troy Ranch]

Traits:

[Cowboys]: These guys know how to use a gun. Start with 1 defensive army.

[Gunsmithy]: One of the colonists happens to know his way around gunsmithy. Gain +5 to wartech rolls.

Stability: Happy

Food: 2

Resources: Lumber: 52 su., Source of Copper ore, Source of Iron,

Buildings: [Lumber mill, +2 to lumber rolls], [Charcoal plant 0/13 +3 power], [Dairy Barn, +2 to food production],[Hydro plant 0/13 +10 power], [Houses], [Workshop +2 to construction rolls],

Wartech: (Blaster Turrets +2 to defense actions)(Mounted Turrets +2 to combat rolls)

Civtech:

Projects:

Military: Cowboy ranch guards (Defensive army)

Heroes:

1 Harvest Iron and Copper 50/50 split in efforts. We need metal for for trucks and blasters.

2 Weak Artificial Intelligence. Some jobs on the ranch take a lot of work and not a lot of brains. +5 Gunsmithy

Bump

Rolled 82, 88, 51 = 221 (3d100)

Survivor sheet:

Name: Klaus Von Sturm

Fluff: Klaus had always wanted to go to America, not because he didn't love germany, but because he was a huge fan of westerns and cowboys, which were severely lacking in the Rhinelands of his youth. This is why when he finally managed to save up enough money he travelled west, crossing the Atlantic as a passenger on a cargo ship, arriving at the shining beacon of liberty that was new york. He was promptly mugged 30 feet from the debarking ramp of the boat. A true bowboy wouldn't be discouraged by such varmits, however, and Klaus decided to keep on his journey to the American Midwest, the land of the cowboys! It took him 2 months to hitchhike to Houston, arriving there on April 1st, 2018. He was just reaching the first ranch on the city limits when the world ended, and now all Klaus is a six shooter, a horse he managed to convince to let Klaus him, and a beaten duster he took from the stables.

And a bitchin' 12-gallon Stetson.

>Skills:

+10 Stealth

+5 Lock-picking

+5 Search

>Inventory:

+ Remington MODEL 870 (6 Slugs), 15 12 gauge slugs

+ The clothes on your back you dirty vagabond.

+ Colt SSA, 3 Clips

Followers/Allies: None

Health: 10/10

Thirst: 1/12 +1/turn How long it has been since you last drank anything hydrating. You get a penalty equal to half this number rounded down and at max you die.

Hunger: 1/168 +1/turn How long it has been since you last ate. You get a penalty to all rolls equal to half this number rounded down, and at the cap you die.

+Bonus: More in common with a hobo - You spent a good bit of time on the trail, like a real cowboy! Sorta. You got from the east coast to here mostly without a dollar to your name and are used to survivinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 86, 92, 37 = 215 (3d100)

1/2 - Food n' water. Good. We've got enough supplies for a while, then. But that don't matter if we're all dead of course. Head out with my followers and that uh… Cowboy… and drill them on shooting. Bein' that I'm the only one with actual military experience, they could use the instruction. And I could use a bit of practice myself.

>+5 Pistols

3 - After the drilling session, figure I should go try to rummage up some possible parts for the plane. Haven't told the others 'bout it yet. Don't want to risk them trying to loot it for metal or some shit. Only once it's ready.

>>46302

Name: Johnathan Mays-Kerry

Fluff:

he crash

>>46183 (You)

>Skills:

+5 Pistols

+5 Rifles

+5 Hand to Hand

+5 Piloting

Inventory: M18 Pistol (10), 30 9mm ammo, Swiss army knife, Canteen (Full:Water)

Followers/Allies: 4 Citizens (Armed: Pistols)

Health: 10/10

Thirst: 0/12, +1/turn

Hunger: 0/168, +1/turn

Bonus: A real shit soldier - While you are no doubt a military criminal you doubt it matters now. It also doesn't matter for this bonus! You get a +10 in combat situations with other humans due to actually having military training.

Rolled 58, 58 = 116 (2d100)

>>46321

>Name:

Ironshell the Dragon Turtle

>Base:

Snapping turtle

>Description:

The beast they call Ironshell is a ferocious beast with a foul temperament that resembles a dragon but has a rock-hard shell that can block all sorts of attacks. Unlike the standard turtle it is quite adapted for speed, and moves much faster than the stereotypical turtle, and moves even more swiftly when in its home under the waves, its leathery, muscular limbs Thanks to its gills which are in addition to its lungs it is an amphibious creature, usually not straying too far from bodies of water because Ironshell likes to hide safely beneath the depths where no threat can reach. Its favorite prey are human sailors and those foolish enough to straddle the coasts, and with his power he drag those foolish enough to venture to the water's surface deep under the waves and to their deaths with ease.

>Stats:

-Size- 2 (child size)

-Body- 2 (a little bit strong)

-Mind- 1 (animalistic)

>Traits:

-Rock-hard shell 2 (Armor 2)

-Amphibious 1

-Snapping turtle jaws 1 (Bite attack, uses 1d4 for damage + size and body, currently +4)

-Webbed feet (claws) 1 (don't take any penalties for fighting underwater, can travel faster in water and can do a claw attack that uses 1d4 for damage + size and body, currently +4)

>Abilites:

-Water Infusion 1 (Once a day you can infuse a bit of water into an object. This will hydrate living creatures and do other shit for non-living creatures depending on what it is. Can also overhydrate things causing bad stuff to happen, e.g. drowning)

>Essence:

>>46354

Czeched

Rolled 23, 67 = 90 (2d100)

>>46188

Monster app:

Name: Garm, The Unlikely

Base: Tiger Salamander

Description: Garm looks almost entirely like his base, that being of a fully mature and metamorphosed tiger salamander, scaled up to the size of a dog. The only truly notable changes in his limbs which are opposable and can be used to grasp things, and in his coloration, which instead of the Grey green and black typical of his kind errs more towards grey black and greenish yellow, signifying his body is mildly toxic. He is titled the unlikely due to his ability to blink and at times make metal strike like a bullet. Allowing him to harm enemies far tougher than a dog size salamander should be able too.

Stats:

-Size- 2 How big you are 1 is a tiny animal, 2 is a small animal to a child, 3 is human, 4 is a bear or horse

-Body- 2 Strength relative to body size as well as durability

-Mind- 2 Intelligence. 1 is animalistic, 2 is monkey, ape, child, or very stupid human level, 3 is human level.

Traits:Opposable Thumbs

Amphibious

- Poisonous Body (Base) - Those that touch you will be mildly irritated and those that bite you will take 1 point of poison damage

- Webbed Hands and Feet (2) - Don't take penalties for fighting in water and can move faster in water.

Abilities: Magic Resistance 1, Blink, Magic gun 1x a day(3 turns)

Evo points: 10 These are spent on changing stats and gaining or upgrading Traits and Abilities.

Essence: 0/10

Health: 4 Size * Body + Anything from traits. At 0 you will die without help. This is your current and max health.

Thirst: 0/12 +1/turn How long it has been since you last drank anything. You get a penalty to half this number rounded down, at the cap you die.

Hunger: 0/100 +1/turn How long it has bPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Starting Bonus: when you are statted, your stats may be slightly different to every other player. You may begin with an extra resource or more tech. You may begin with another building or more units. This may effect other stats such as military expenditure. All starting bonuses are based off of your fluff

Tech: You cannot skip techs. For example, if you wish to develop a long ship, you must first develop both canvas and sailing.

Features: Forest/Jungle - defending from a forest or jungle, when the attacking player is not in a forest or jungle, gives you an extra dice roll on your combat.

River - defending from the other side of a river provides you with an extra dice roll on your combat. This stacks with the forest/jungle bonus. Rivers provide you with double movement speed if you have any watercraft tech. Rivers halve the required roll to upgrade an outpost or town.

Swamp/Marsh/Desert - swamps, marsh, and desert reduce your movement speed to half unless you are traveling by river.

Mountains - mountains reduce your movement speed to half however, if you are attacking or defending from a mountain when the opposing player isn't, you gain an extra combat dice roll.

Combat: Your combat roll dice is listed under your military strength stat (either army strength or navy strength). The amount of combat rolls you get is listed under the military stats (either army or navy). Your militaries are displayed on the map as small flags. If your military can travel to where you wish to attack or defend in a single turn (determined by army speed or navy speed), you can use those militaries to attack or defend. Distance is measured from the base of the flag. You may split your militaries to attack or defend as many times in one turn as you have militaries.

Rolling: We're using the Nimble Mechanic once again, which means you have unlimited actions per turn but every action you you make increases the needed roll for a success by 10. For example, if you roll 2 dice, you need to roll a 20 or higher to succeed. If you roll 3, you need to roll 30 or higher. Combat rolls go in a separate post to your regular actions however you muPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 98, 3, 33, 19, 93, 30, 100 = 376 (7d100)

>>46052

>>46046

Left Flank

Center Flank

Right Flank

Clerics

Mages

Lord x2

Rolled 7, 23 = 30 (2d100)

Name: "General" Ugluck-Rokk Smasha

Faction: Great Horde

Race: Mountain Ogre

Class: "General of da Arty'"

Forces: 150 Goblins

Elites 10 Ogres

Lieutenants: Stabsquee, Goblin engineer.

Abilities: Great strength and endurance.

Skills: Basic siege, Basic tactics, Basic Smushing things

Reputation: It can Think?!?!

Bonus: It can Think?!?! - Gain bonuses on coming up with and training your brethren on simple tactics. Complicated ones still hurt your brain.

+Roks lots

+50 gold

+Woods Lots n lots.

+ Average machining tools

1. Good job Stabsquee, now make me some o' dose fine 'frowing machines me and me ogres can use. I want em big, and I want em mean and fast! Be sure ta paint em red too so deyz go fastah.

2. My boyz are dumb as da rocks dey be throwing. Da only cure is practice. Dey learn better by 'muscle mem'ry'. Get some o da boys ta start practisin throwin' da rocks at some targets. Dey need to be fast!

>>46084

Vangelis readily accepts the offer of cooperation and makes mention of another in the city who may be willing to join us.

>>46069

Reaching the "laboratory" of the infamous Dr. Bartholomew Fenkelstein, Vangelis offers an opportunity to claim the bodies of the heathens so that they may repent the blasphemy they had in life. Such an opportunity would allow Dr. Fenkelstein to focus on his work while he lets the Grondites dictate tactics and have the fruit of his genius shown to all.

Rolled 21, 54 = 75 (2d100)

>>45341

Name: Dipirahc Kenath

Faction: Drow

Race: Drow

Class:? Primarily a bow sometimes a bastard sword

Forces: 99 Drow women at arms

Lieutenants: Syrena, Drow Spellblade, Morena, Drow Cleric

Abilities: Night visions, stealthy stride

Skills: Skilled Archery, basic tactics, basic Diplomacy, basic daggery

Reputation: I didn't even know they had male Drow nobles….

Bonus- I am a MAN! - As a man in Drow society your are much more likely to suffer attempts to usurp your command, but they also have the atrocious habit of underestimating you.

Stuff:

+1 month of food

+10 slaves

+Underdark road (hidden)

1. How about instead you illithids come work for me. And in doing so provide great service to the underdark and the Seventh. But of course more importantly a chance to earn great riches and slaves from the upper world.

2. If the two illithids join us then resume construction of a base here in the underdark. If not then beat them into submission.

Rolled 38, 8, 63 = 109 (3d100)

>>45631

Name: Nyloth Yril'Lysaen

Age: 119

Backstory: Like many drow dissidents Nyloth fervently worshiped Vhaeraun and had spent much of his life secretly rebelling against the drow matriarchy instituted by Lolth, but where Vhaeraun advocated equality, Nyloth was consumed by hatred for the opposite sex. Using his skills as a spellthief he had set up the demise of many a priestess and had greatly advanced the cause. Eventually however his superiors discovered the full extent of his anger and deeming him too great a risk had attempted to get him killed. Although Nyloth escaped to the surface near Waterdeep he went completely mad and went on a murdering spree that lasted over a decade before being captured.

[Bonus] Spellthief- You have access to a very special form of arcane magic, you can siphon magical energy from people and use it against them leaving you virtually immune to almost all forms of magic, the Magi of the prison have fitted you with Anti-Magic cuffs and consider you to be one of the larger threats to prison security.

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Rolled 90, 79, 46 = 215 (3d100)

>>45631

Name: Jack

Age: unknown mid 30s presumably

Backstory: Jack is a serial killer. He has killed over four dozen men and women on the streets of Waterdeep in the dead of night. He seems to be able to turn anything into a weapon at the drop of a hat and is considered both extremely dangerous and a massive flight risk. He is not allowed outside with guard supervision and at least one magus on hand at all times.

Race: Human

>[bonus] Jack The Ripper- You have a knack for knowing just which area to cut to bring someone down and you seem to be able to fashion a blade out of everything. +10 to bladed combat[Equipment] Improvised Shank

1. Watch the guards for their schedules and proclivities.

2. Watch my inmates for the same.

3.Find some food that tastes not like shit. Maybe.. elf?

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>45292

Rolled 23, 72, 37 = 132 (3d100)

Name: Randall Jerken

Age: 39

Backstory: Once Randall Jerken was mearly a small time crook who would get caught for stealing and causing a bar fight. Until one night, he killed an shop owner and stole everything of value after a robbery gone wrong. After a long manhunt and even longer chase, he is later locked up and thrown into the jail. Now Randall Jerken is behind bars and serves as muscle for others for a price.

DO NOT FILL

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Race: Human

Bonus:Jerken Off- You seem to have a knack for getting lucky when it comes to evading the law, as such you get a +10 to going unnoticed during roll calls and lights out.

Equipment:

1-2 Work out otherwise you'll become like fresh meat

3. See what else is there

Rolled 34, 2, 83 = 119 (3d100)

>>46152

Name: Anders Bristlehorn

Age: 30

History: Anders was a ranger that served throughout the entire War of Light. Knowing that he must serve for the greater good he left his small and immaculate homestead in order to fight against the forces of darkness. While his small size made him a poor front-line combatant, with his knowledge of herbs and traps he was able to sabotage and confound the enemy to great effect. Whenever he was in an allied camp he always spent the majority of his time helping the doctors with the wounded. It was a great relief when the war finally ended and Anders was quite content to return to his relatively isolated home in the forest, but to his amazement he had actually won the lottery! Now he realizes his duty is still not over and that he must help guide his people to a new era of prosperity.

Favourite Food: Troll shanks that are braised with fresh herbs and red wine with a side of roasted potatoes that are all covered in gravy. (especially if the troll is still alive and regrowing new servings to eat)

Bonus: [Veteran Ranger] You are a veteran of the War of Light having served with the 11th Ranger Support Unit learning the arts of stealth, tracking, herbalism and trapping gaining you a +5 to each. You also have an easier time recruiting Light Veterans and a +10 to combat.

Settlements: Lux Victoria

Infrastructure: Protection Wards (Outer Ring), ????? Forge, Church

Happiness: Content

Population: 232 (+0.01)

Wealth: 1

Artifacts: Wand of ????

Army:

19 Light War Veterans

Resources:

Artisans:

Priest of Flu (Death/Zalos)

Priest of Ulf (Farming/Solaz)

Priest of Ful (Artisans/Riner)

Rolled 69, 12, 42 = 123 (3d100)

>>46150

>>45701

Name: Pf. Hammond Grant

Age: 63

History: During the war; craft, magic and history were warped and perverted to construct unspeakable machines of war. Gentlelings with skill and knowledge were necessary to make and identify gear suitable to the war effort. The more outgoing were put near or on the front lines where magic had to be confronted with magic. That was where you could find Arch-wizard Grant. You couldn't find a hamlet that didn't have some kind of hedge wizard in the bush or alchemist workshop. Now you won't find any. Such is the toll of war.

However! Those that remain in the public can be found in one man's camp. -Professor- Hammond Grant's camp. That charismatic fellow had patented several general use magic items and gathered enough wealth, after taxes, and talent to start a real business. He would shed his gilded arcane robes and don the mantle of archaeologist cum purveyor of art, magic and historical goods. It would be a welcome change of pace from the hubub of halfling vs. giant monster conflict.

With this ticket and his own accumulated wealth he could see where to put his money down and who he would need to hire to get the job done.

Favourite Food: Bean, Cheese and Mushroom Omelette

Bonus: [Welcome to….. Darklands Park] You are a man of knowledge and magic, some might even consider a wizard of sorts, you can cast simple magical spells and a +10 to anything scholarly. You also speak the Black tongue of these lands and can read almost every tongue under the sun.

+1 Apprentice Wizard

Settlements:

+Sentoúki Thisavroú

Infrastructure:

+Protection Wards (Outer Ring)

Happiness: Neutral

Population: 209 0.01 per season,Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 61, 24, 74 = 159 (3d100)

>>46150

Name:Jorick Yithkaerian

Age:26

History: Once a rogue always a rogue, that's Joricks philosophy, see before winning the right to settle down Jorick was an intrepid member of a Thieves Guild of some renown, Heist after Heist Jorick continuously proved he was a little too good for them and after a horrid argument with the guild master, he proceeded to rob the guilds treasure out from under them disappearing into seemingly thin Air. Now after he's managed to win the lottery and get the right to settle on several different lands he has some ambitions, Jorick is going to train and raise up the next generation of master thieves and form his own guild.

Favourite Food:Roast pheasant in oyster sauce

Bonus: [Offensive Stereotype] You are a halfling thief, an offensive stereotype the Commonwealth has sought to stamp out for decades but you are damned good at it gaining +10 to robbery actions and +10 to sabotage. You also have access to buying things from the black market IE slave,drugs and other naughty things.

Settlements: Noctis

Infrastructure: Rustic Housing, Forge, Docks, Shrine of Kalodis Quaint housing

Happiness: Content

Population: 252 +0.01 per season, rounded down

Wealth: 0

Army:

30 Guards

Resources: Copper vein

Artisans:

20 Miners

2 Smiths

Queer Carpenter

Rolled 37, 72, 65 = 174 (3d100)

>>46149

>Name: Lein Stumpwood

>Age: 36

>History: The stereotype for a halfling is a fat, short, happy-go-lucky individual that is fond of food and pipe weed. The stereotype for a fat individual is Lein. Lein is the third son of a major halfling fisher baron that owned most of the fishing boats along the coast. During the war Lein was exempted due to his father's influence and money, as well as being a walking target. Lein's father never really expected him to do much, not being much of a sailor like he was or his brothers are, and besides some money to live on he wasn't going to get much in the will. However, Lein's talent is in numbers and his ability to read people and with winning the lottery he plans to prove what he can do.

>Favourite Food: Shark fin soup

Settlements: Lein's Landing (Mouth of the river)

Infrastructure: Smokehouse, Docks, Queer Manor

Happiness: Content

Population: 228 +0.01 per season, rounded down

Wealth: 2

Army:

10 Light War Veterans

Resources: 1 Trading sloop,

Artisans:

2 Smiths

20 Fishermen

4 Shipwrights

Bonus: [Lucky Fucker] You have uncanny insight and luck allowing you to reroll one dice per turn taking the best roll and a general +5 to negotiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>46208

rerolling action 1

>>29065

new thread is up spacjesus

>>28088

link there boss

>>29065

http://8ch.net/builders/res/28808.html

New Thread Link

Cheers on ya for continuing the spirit of my thread.

Sorry everyone who participated in mine and then I mysteriously vanished. Life got in the way.

bumparoo

>>6619

"Because change should not simply happen for the sake of change. We could make a donkey Emperor and call it change but nothing would be gained. While I believe that Count Zephos is both an honorable and an intelligent man I am not certain that he holds the power required in order to rule over the Empire.

Of course it would be the duty to defend his word and claim, but I have to ask, how do you intend to bring to heel say Orris and the Soviet Union? Do you have a fleet that could compare to theirs? Does anyone? And what were you to do if the Iron Corner was to secede? Of course today they hail Zephos, an Emperor on a small island a world away. How would you hold up against the vast masses of raw manpower the Shiwan throw at their enemies like pigs to the slaughter? Their Lord did not even bother to attend this meeting. Would you march to Puszczagóra to defend Lord Zephos claim? Their lands are a death trap to any army, even though the nation may be led by a woman. And of course there would be the matter of the Scorpion Clan lead by the most vicious person in the Entire Empire. Tell me Lord Arvali how will Lord Zephos handle these challenges?"

The young lord Richard grins as he watches the Lords bicker in between each other. His time at the theater and the library were entertaining, but this… why this was hilarious. He stopped himself from laughing but turns to his neighbor and says "While this is a joy to watch, might I ask your thoughts on the vote?"

This is a open invitation for whomever to start a conversation with me.

>>6621

Lord Zephos turns to regard the young lord beside him and decides to speak his mind. “Concerned, Lord Richard. Even though some of the Lords seem to support me as the next Emperor I am quite certain that I am not the correct choice for the throne. The late Emperor was a man without peer, the thought that I could replace him is an unusual and alien idea to me.” Lord Zephos sighs. “Now, I see some of the lords brining their regional concerns or personal squabbles into this diplomatic meeting. If the Lords of the empire are unable to keep their composure during what is objectively the most important gathering in the Empires recent history then what hope is there for a resolution before someone gets tired of waiting?”

>>6622

Lord Hexxus sighs and knows that resolution is far from reached but every moment the throne is empty the people grow restless and so…"I, Bob Hexxus of Epidemica cast my vote for Lord Zephos for I believe he will use the power wisely. Let us vote and come to a close, the people are uneasy when no one holds the reigns of the Empire."

bump

Rolled 66, 14 = 80 (2d100)

>>46062

>Name: The Midgardians

>Fluff: Thin, nimble, pointed ear native humanoids that hold somewhat of a ability to try to predict the plane's natural phenomenons which they'll use to predict weather, to plan what crops to harvest, and where to stay away. However they are nomads born on the plane and able to survive by predicting when the weather would turn worse or when monsters become much more frequent. However they have been ambushed by short stout humanoids that would harm the plane a little bit in their pursuit of metals, or by humanoid god-men with fire-sticks that shoot metal balls with servants of metal that appear in large canoes with a bloated fabric body and fins of metal. Our people had done hit and run tactics against them or looting the battlefields where the stout humanoids and the god men fight, while some of our own were able to retreat using the plane's natural phenomenon while others aren't as lucky. But using the salvage and some of the god-men's own trinkets we could now explore other lands or escape

>Race: Elves (Tall nimble people with pointed ears and a nomadic lifestyle)

>Plane Name: Midgard

>Plane Fluff: It's an Earth like Plane that was well known to be sapient like the animals in the plane. However they noticed that the forest would sometimes move, tar-pits would be able to spawn oozing beings, and lastly nests or herds fulled with strange beings that would be considered wildlife in the planet. The planet is filled with oddities and the land itself seems to either help those that'll want it's resources or become fickle to those that'll seek to pollute or destroy it. Notably it seems there are short, stout people that are able to raid for resources against the whims of the planet, but even more strangely rows of people that use fire sticks which fire out strange balls of metal and some of their buildings that even harm the plane.

>Color: Brown

Rolled 98, 70, 1 = 169 (3d100)

>>46062

Size: Astral Cloud

Affinity:Major Summoning

Special Materials: None

Planar quirks: None

Terrain: Desert

Special Inhabitants: Fire Elementals

Planar Natives: Megafauna

Sapient natives: Three species

Sapeints organization: Empires

Sapients tech: Iron with sizable magic

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Name: Dornari Union

Fluff: The Dornari were once a sizable empire which had been locked in a war of attrition for hundreds of years, with untold millions of casualties. The grueling war was put to an end when the entire Dornari population was placed into the largest, and most modern Airships the Union could manufacture. Rolled steel and machine gun have replaced wood and ballista of centuries ago and magic has been harnessed solely to power the great systems of the massive fleet, millions of men strong, indefinitely as mages are no longer seen as powerful, but as tools to help the greater good. Next, the Dornari caused a great tear in their plane, denying the enemy everything and flinging them into a new plane.

Race: Human

Plane Name: Veldrad

Plane Fluff: Veldrad is an infant plane, with nigh minuscule landmasses floating aimlessly in a cloud of raw magical energy. The 3 largest masses,deserts all, are controlled by 3 different, primitive species while fire elementals roam tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 19, 50, 38, 35, 19, 66, 13, 56, 58, 27, 86 = 467 (11d100)

>>46104

Plane rolls

Rolled 44, 55, 43 = 142 (3d100)

>>46062

Name:Lost City Of Brass

Fluff: A large arabian nights esque kingdom, The City of Brass is a shining beacon for trade and commerce throughout the planes, beckoning many planar travelers to its bazaars, souks, slave markets, and metalcrafters. Famed for its vendors of smoke, incense, and tobacco, the city is also noted for the many smiths who work ceaselessly for the efreet, crafting arms for the armies and the sultan. The city is ruled with an iron fist by the undisputed sultan Marrake al-Sidan al-Hariq ben Lazan

Race: Efreeti "Efreet are cruel and self-serving. They all consider themselves to be of noble character and assume grand titles to make themselves seem impressive, Efreet are humanoid in appearance. They are very tall, generally reaching heights of twelve feet, and massive and solid. They are well-muscled, and have red or black skin that is always burning. For this reason, many resemble devils and are often mistaken for them. Their bodies are said to be made of basalt, bronze, and solid flames"

Plane Name: Baeddilar

Plane Fluff: The plane of Baeddilar is a vast desert that stretches on for as far as the eye can see with modest oasis's peppered throughout the land, here fire elementals live and thrive surviving off the spoils of the arid lands, the deserts are an unforgiving place, but treasure left over from one of the many kingdoms brings many an intrepid adventurer out into the wastes of the desert to seek fortune and glory, seldom do they return for the desert is a harsh and unforgiving mistress, yet she does provide for her children as evidenced by the oasis's and the empires that have sprung up around said oasis's

Color: Orange/Red

Planes:

Rolled 80, 24, 12 = 116 (3d100)

>>45713

>Nation name:

Jarldom of Ylfing

>Color:

Orange

>Fluff:

The northerens are hardy, tall and strong people owing the harsh and cold lands of Scandinavia. While a strong hunting and bowmanship tradition existed the northern culture was relatively peaceful most people being simple farmers and fishers. This slowly changed with the rise of Einarr Ylfing and the influx of sophisticated bronzeweapons through trade and craftsmanship. Einarr rose up as the chief of the Ylfing tribe through violence, strength and a unique charisma. Soon he began exploiting old family blood feuds to legitimize raids against other tribes. Situations quickly escalated with Einarr proving a brilliant strategist taking over many tribes an establishing the the Jarldom of Ylfing, taking the tribes name to establish his own dynasty.

———

>Population:

12,714

>Food production:

15,250

>Population growth:

2%

>Hunger:

None

>Territory:

13

>Outposts/towns/cities:

Capitol Hafn (City)

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

>>45984

Ash didnt post so I will we agreed to mills and selective breeding for his farming in discord

>>45988

I agree to this

The Han (Bazrael)

>Population:

14790

>Food production:

19,000 (+extra food resources x1)

Feeding: Civilian 14790+Military (2666) = 17455

>Population growth:

2.5% base

>Hunger:

Content

>Territory:

13

>Outposts/towns/cities:

Xinyang (Capital City)

Shènglì (Outpost)

>Happiness:

2 (+Code of Laws)(+Jade)

>Technologies:

Bronzeworking, Basic Animal Husbandry, Basic Farming, Very Basic Fishing (crawfish pots), very basic crop rotation, Basic Architecture, Very Basic Code of Laws, Very Basic Conscription, Basic Education, Very Basic Surveying, Han Alphabet, Very Basic Medicine, Very Basic Construction Tools (Bronze) tech, Very Basic Military Training, Very Basic Optics tech, Han Spears, Han Pikes, Very Basic Crossbows techs, Very Basic Han Nationalism, Very Basic Poetry, Basic Magical Training, Very Basic Religion (Xi Wangmu)

>Buildings:

The Red Fortress capitol building (Xinyang)

+Extra Housing (Xinyang)

Xi Wangmu Academy - Legendary Barracks (Xinyang)

Xi Wangmu Temple (Xinyang) Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>46047

>>46018

Brother Omegus’s Proposal: Council Member Rotation -N

Brother Malus’s Proposal: Improve the Settlement’s dwellings -Y

Brother Eternum’s Propsal: Codified Intercourse [Marriage] -N

Brother Primus’s Proposal: Military Task Force -N

Pop- Water reclamation

Swarm - Energy bank

Event -N they'll want to take over as soon as they see how primitive we are.

>>46047

VOTE ON THIS

>>46050

Brother Omegus’s Proposal: Council Member Rotation

Amend vote to Y

>>46018

Brother Omegus’s Proposal: Council Member Rotation: Y

Brother Malus’s Proposal: Improve the Settlement’s dwellings: Y

Brother Eternum’s Propsal: Codified Intercourse [Marriage]: Y

Brother Primus’s Proposal: Military Task Force: Y

Work Order [Populace]: Construction of a Water Reclamation System [Will catch Evaporating water rising from the Oasis to allow for drinking]

Work Order [Nanoswarm]: Turn off the nanoswarm so that we may put the excavator to work.

>Event: Communication

1. Yes - Add [Communication relay] to the work orders list

Proposal: It is apparent that we are in great need of construction materials in order to keep up production. We should enlist the populace in this so that we may set up a refinery and get the nuclear reactor online to solve our power issues, as the excavator is idle unless we turn off the nanobots.

>>45653

1 noble batrider goes from 37 moves to 29 and guards the portal

2 from 37 Noble bat riders guard the airspace around 31

3 from Noble bat riders guard the airspace from 39 to Blood court territory.

>>45622

Nation name: The Post-Scarcity Initiative

Race name: Homo Magus

Racial traits: Also colloquially known as "sorcerers", in appearance and physique they are indistinguishable from normal humans, but the race has a very strongaffinity to raw magic far above and beyond most others even without the aid of magical foci, training, or divine intervention. They then learn to channel this power into useful means, mainly the three known magical archtypes but also into more experimental types.

Color: Gold

fluff: Uniquely affected by the singularity, their physical makeup was left almost entirely untouched, but it was their affinity to magic that was entirely changed. Described often as "walking batteries", they found that with very little effort they could summon forth magic from themselves. Untrained, raw, and undiluted this often had varied and even disastrous effects, and so they quickly learned how to control and harness their inherent abilities.

Because they maintained their human appearance and bodies, they longed for the comforts of the pre-singularity age, missing the technology that provided so much luxury yet seemingly did not work on their island. In response to this, they developed an entirely new doctrinology: that all technology can be replaced, and even surpassed, by magical substitutes. Instead of cars, flying carriages. Instead of computers, crystal balls. Instead of guns and cannons, wands and staffs. Golems as robots and servants.

Dubbing themselves the "Post Scarcity Initiative" their nations goal is to "develop the magical, chemical, elemental, and biological knowledge to promote a post scarcity utopian society for all, where ever need and want is fulfilled by magic."

Bonuses: +10 to all magical research

Magics: Geomancy weak, spatial magic weak

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

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>45667

4. We'll also need our Spatial Magic finished too so we can easily move materials for the beach project. I have a feeling its going to be a long while in the making.

+10 to all magical research

>>45661

the way I see this playing out is that the callous leaders sent in the worst regiment out in the open to be bat bait and once the vampires charged headfirst AGAIN the entire area was lighted up by gunfire from the rest of the troops