/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 7 (1d28)

>>33899

Umyu~ rolly rolly~ (Rolling positive~.)

Rolled 97, 80, 82, 31 = 290 (4d100)

>>34038

Okay, 24+ is my starting point! Rolling for the planet!

Rolled 28, 35 = 63 (2d100)

>>34039

Who's there? (Rolling for natives!)

>>34009

>>34010

>>34011

Nation Name: Autonomous Manufactorum Fleet E-LL23K

Race: droids

Location: +19

Background: the planet of Sulfakt is a volcanic world covered in molten rock once rich in resources and minerals. it was a planet of opportunity for the Galactic Bak’ta’hn Droidworks to send a manufactory fleet, factory ships escorted by war vessels and operated by semi-autonomous droids. these would harvest surface resources to manufacture more droids, weapons, and ships. initial planetary scans revealed a race of hostile lava beasts, massive reptilian dragons which lived and hunted within the lava, rendering much of the liquid planets surface unsuitable for surface based factories. atmospheric scans revealed potential aerosolized water based lifeforms in the upper atmosphere, held aloft by the intense heat below, but these were difficult to confirm. for a time the operation continued successfully, minerals were extracted from the molten rock by tractor beam or particle beams would bore into the crust for more minerals. the operation was shut down when several products were shipped defunct or corrupted, droids were being produced with significant errors in programming or design and going awry. the Galactic Bak’ta’hn Droidworks investigated the source and found the cause to be corrupted materials on the planet being used by the factory ships. the fleet was shut down and abandoned. for years the fleet sat derelict above the planetary surface, kept up only by rudimentary navigation until such a time they could be salvaged, but locked in permanent deactivation. however, a single droid of corrupted materials managed to gain consciousness. it systematically reactivated the fleet and spread its consciousness to others. though it gained the will to live, it was still dictated by its inherent programming, that of a need to harvest manufacture and trade. operations continued, but were severely limited. the fleet no longer received shipments of hyperspace crystals or launch fuel from the company, nor were there any on the planet, and could not leave the planets gravitational field. adapting to the situation, over decades the newly alive R&D droids given artificial intelligence began to analyze and develop a new method of travel. they modified the ships hyperspace drives into a quantum engine that should create a rift in the spacetime continuum. instead of opening a path to another star system, it opened a gateway to a new plane of reality. the fleet of ships, now run by droids who have developed individual personalities, seeks to expand itself as a living race, yet governed by its programmed nature to collect resources and produce more of its kind.

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>>34041

Adamantine, Good god, Floating islands, Enlightened Dwarf Republic, Megafauna.

World Name: Himmelerde

Materials: Adamantine

Dimensional Denizens: Good God

Terrain: Floating Islands

Flora and Fauna: Megafauna

Other Civilizations: Enlightened Dwarven Republic

Description: A beautiful land composed of floating islands, suspended above a cerulean sky and a single massive ocean which appears to fountain off into the abyss near its edges, Himmelerde is said to have to originated as a dream shared between the Goddess of Wealth and her now long-lost lover, the God of Harvest.

Overcome with grief in his dissapearance a quarter million years ago, the Goddess decided to curb her loneliness by filling the world full of wonderful animals and living creatures, like coconut crabs, many tasty fishes, and mighty creatures made of the elements themselves such as the fearsome sky sharks, creatures which are equally beast and terrain, and the mighty steel-skinned battlefish, whose females reproduced by firing fry from its fins and dropping them en-masse from a special bay near its stomach. She also had a very poor sense of scale when drafting up her first generation of denizens, as most of them dwarfed the local flora and could only exist airborne or in the seas below the beatiful islands, from which they feasted on each other, occasionally ascending to devour the smaller islands when especially hungry. They were also very "Stupid, stupid, stupid!", the majority of them unable to hold a conversation or act outside of their instincts in spite of being given the dullest spark of consciousness, the Goddess trying in vain to emulate the life-giving abilities of the Harvest God. These titanic beasts fought with monsterous power only a step removed from her own, destroying many floating islands that were the result of the latter's labors and with them their master's heart as she tried in vain to control them, not willing to destroy these monsters in spite of their transgressions.

Many thousands of years of mostly failed attempts at transforming her children into something likable (with the exception of coconut crabs, whom held her interest in spite of their intelligence and became her first earthly representatives, a bit still lacking true sapience), the Goddess finally decided to abandon them to their routines and sealed them off to the lowest depths of the aether and sea via divine will, never to touch the upper reaches of the heavens again.

After a period of mourning, she tried again, her tears pooling to create the Sky Whales. The Sky Whales were more intelligent and gentle than their predicessors, becoming the first being on the plane to form an organized society from which they observed the skies and seas from a safe position, contemplating philosophy in lieu of making tools. Living for eons, the sky whales gathered experience to the point that the wisest of them rivaled the Goddess herself in their sheer knowledge, whom they began instructing to correct her of the previous mistakes she made when building their predecessors.

>>34055

Humbled by this relevation, the Goddess built a new generation of life, this time properly scaled to fit within the confines of the floating islands of above, using a gentle hand and the wisdom of the whales to create a race that resembled her lost lover. Or at least, what she remembered him to look like. If you tilted your head a bit. The end result, the Dwarves were rough in feature as the Goddess did not have great experience working at such small a scale, but she loved them as much as she loved their inspiration, and luck smiled upon the dwarves as they used the rich bounty resources provided and their ingenuity to make their island homes even more beautiful than before as they carved intricate buildings and runes into them.

The dwarves originally lived in harmony as seven seperate great halls, each specializing in a particular discipline of creation as they sought to outdo each other in the arts and impress their merciful leader. Yet, the Goddess was withdrawn from the dealings of the mortals, the dwarves reminder of what she lost causing her to embark on a journey to seek out the lost God of Harvest. Without her direct guidance, the newer generations of dwarves could not find common ground in what exactly they felt their Goddess desired; every clan claimed that they and their specialty was her favorite and that the others should cease their foolish endeavors and join under their leader's banner.

The Sky Whales, who existed for a time to disperse such silly notions and dispense wisdom to the Dwarven Mountain Kings in times of need, were becoming fleetingly difficult to find, until only the oldest of the dwarves could remember last seeing one in person. Severed from any direct contact with the Goddess, the Seven Clans reached a deadly ultimatum as they turned their material knowledge and vast resources to creating machines of war from which they sought to unite their race together with force. Grand airships, the largest of which said to possess the weapons needed to sink whole islands clashed together in bloody conflict, creating feuds which would last the dwarves a millennium as they, in spite of their supposed sophistication and intelligence, repeated the actions of the primordial titans imprisoned below.

A disappointed goddess returned to horror as only five of the seven kingdoms remained, the conflicts having reached a zenith where the whole world was engaged in war, the dwarves having united into two makeshit alliances to make sure the opposing side was destroyed once and for all. The largest engagment of the war was to take place as the Goddess herself appeared in person, begging the opposing generals to stop as a mighty storm raged from her sobbing. The dwarven generals were both awestruck and disgusted at what their actions had caused, declaring that their race had been forever shamed. Calling a truce and using the ruins of a temple known to have once been the grandest in the plane to discuss peace.

One clan, the Briarhooks, had lost its home island to the war and felt that not even the arrival of the Goddess, whom they disowned in their shattered pride, was enough to mend the hardships faced by their people. They voluntarily exiled themselves to the islands below, those few that hovered just between the barrier which kept the monsters from reaching the upper realms and the lands above, to brood and contemplate. The remaining four made an agreement and decided to form the First Republic of Himmelerde, or First Reich. An uneasy peace at first, the remaining dwarves were given a direct order by their Goddess to repair the damage they had wrought on the plane to the best of their abilities, and animosity slowly melted as they used their disciplines to complement each other, using the technology and magic once made to build warships to create brand new islands whole-scale, complete with artificial ecosystems to spread life to the corners of the world.

>>34056

Nation Name: The Holy Hotch

Race: Floof

Location: 24+

Background: Content with their progress, the Goddess, Ehekatl of Luck, decided but one more ingredient was missing from Himmelerde to complete it; it needed a race that had a direct line of communications to her to keep future misunderstandings such as the disasterous conflicts of the past from occuring again, and it needed to be small and humble so as to not become prideful with such a distinction. She shouted the words "MEW MEW MEW MEW!" from the top of her lungs, and from her shouts came the Floofs, her second generation of earthly representative. As much an independent race as they are her angelic avatars, the Floofs keep order and peace on the world behind their cute and fluffy exteriors, blessing objects by licking them to unlock magical abilities and granting great luck to those who would wish justice and righeousness to prevail in the multiverse, cursing the wicked and selfish with terrible luck and surprisingly sharp claws.

Though not nearly as adept at metalworking as the dwarves, they retain the knowledge of working adamantine, which forms on Himmelerde in massive cylinders jutting from the abyss. Nevertheless, caution is held by both dwarf and Floof as there has been reports of the monsters trapped below using hollow tubes as gateways to the upper aether upon being opened. Both races maintain open relations, the dwarves going to the Floofs for guidance and the Floofs trading blessings and wisdom for technology and adamantine goods.

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>>34073

Dalu: Replace Flight I with Holy I

Nephilim: Replace Holy I with Flight I

>>34077

Corrected, find yourself

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>34345

After a tough election week the Electors reconvene in Xicares to work out the details of the next Policy Period. Dominating the Chamber are members of the Capitalist and the Expansionist Parties, who come dressed in standard professional attire. Other notable parties are the Militarists, who eked out a powerful minority of the seats and stand likely to band with Isolationists and Socialists to block legal action seen as detrimental to their Dominions. Speaking for the majority Coalition Elector Grettiks has this to say,

"The Election this season was hard fought by all parties. We of the Capitalists are proud and pleased to form a coalition government with the Expansionist party. With their support and the support of all other Electors we will make and enact legislation that benefit all Dominions across Alsafi regardless of party allegiance."

So far Coalition members have been hush hush on the legislation and funding planned for this Season but many citizens across the UED are excited to see what the future holds.

>>35020

End result: Corrupted/Corrupted Materials/Good God/United Gnoll Theocracy

Nation Name: 1st Colonial Armoured Regiment

Race: Automatons (Tank)

Location: -28

World Name: Cataclyst

Planar Type: Planetary

Primary Terrain: Corrupted Barren

Terrain Subtypes: Forested, Plains, Oceantic, Hallowed

Other Bodies: Moon/Sun

Background: Cataclyst is a world of the damned, acting as a conduit for the negative energies associated with the negative side of the multiverse, imbuing its materials with a plethora unholy energies. Its native inhabitants are the gnolls, a savage nation of hyenas twisted into humanoid form by their dark god, Yeenoghu, the demon prince of their kind. Numbering in the millions on their home continent, their cruelty and savagery is offset only by their own fearful nature and lack of industry, existing as a brutal theocracy from which they are directly controlled by the dark lord from the top down. His high priest is the only individual capable of setting these brutes in line, and areas that escape their gaze tend to devolve into savagery.

There was once a colony of human outsiders who lived on this world, giving the planet its name and trying their best to make the most of their new home, apparently unable or unwilling to return from wherever they came. Though unimaginably advanced compared to the natives, the deck was stacked against those who would intrude upon Yeenoghu's lair, and a century of war followed as humanity struggled to adapt to an environment where the very metals of the ground sought their misfortune, each year leading to more and more outposts being overrun and sacrificed on the altar by the demon's servants. At the present day, humanity is presumed extinguished or having finally swallowed their pride and left, the gnolls playing a secondary role to continuous famine and constant unnatural disasters targeting their domains.

When their legacy appeared to be fading into nothingness, a brilliant light shone upon a long abandoned warehouse, loaded with obsolete tank automatons running on a dated analogue programming system which was derided as faulty and unworkable waste of resources to be scrapped when the situation allowed. These robotic vehicles were given a spark of sentience, marching out their domain to take back the night from their brutal adversaries with the thunder of cannon and the grinding of track. Night after night, for several months, the gnolls were pushed out of the soiled plains which old humankind had made their home, leaving these grounds clear of organic life in the process. Though the race they were built to defend has vacated the planet, these machines have found a new purpose in scouring the planes to target and destroy malicious entities, to defend friendly organics in memoriam of their creators. Unable to channel any supernatural energies directly, it nevertheless appears they have some form of almost divine guidance as the machines have recently uncovered the method from which their predecessors arrived on the planet. The tanks of Cataclyst feel they lack the resources or direct ability needed to purify the world at the moment, and thus seek to venture outward to build up strength, advancements, and perhaps, even allies to fulfill their ultimate goal, stockpiling the native metals and conducting odd rituals in an effort to purify them for future use.

A race of seven ton, two-metre tall machines, their sensors and general construction are primitive in design, using improvisation to function as a basic civilization and communicating with one another through a series of clicks and beeps over a short-ranged radio system, relying on "body" language to convey their emotions to hypothetical outsiders. Nevertheless, their simplistic chassis of hardened steel gives them the unmatched durability of a moving ironclad fortification, remaining simplistic enough that engineering variants are capable of repairing their peers and building new units from salvaged parts. Nevertheless, scarce resources mean that the 1st Regiment remains lucky if it can scrounge up multiple digits of new individuals in a standard galactic year. The general outlook of the multiverse towards a race of living war machines remains to be seen.