/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>42446

1. At dawn You dust yourself off from the little snow that made it into the tent and set out into the deeper pack snow to scavenge more coal for the furnace. After a few hours of hauling you manage to bring in a large haul of the black rocks.

+7 Coal

2.Around noon, when the sun shines just barely through the dark clouds, you haul in several trunks off wood for the colony.

+ 5 Wood

3. Not pausing for a break, you help the men building the cookhouse, when trying to lift a heavy cross-beam by yourself you accidentally drop it back on your foot. That'll leave a bruise.

Health: 9/10

>>42448

1. Gregor lends his tremendous strength to the construction efforts, aiding the people in their efforts to keep themselves from starving. A man of similar size drops one of the final crossbeams on his foot, but Gregor hurriedly lifts the wooden beam, prevent too much permanent damage, and sets it into place.

2. Now with the beacon hanging above the colony, Gregor and several others

>>42458

>>42462

>>42514

This band of 5 ( you and four players and one scrub) set out at later afternoon in the last known direction of the other survivors. The winds close in around you as you trek through the night….

3. Before leaving, Gregor aids others in collecting resources, but only manages to find a paltry amount of steel to contribute to the pile

+ 3 Steel

>>42452

1. Emmet wakes up a mere hour after he had fallen asleep, his will not his own. He runs out into the snow, hauling back enough steel to build a small house 3 times over, he brings this back into his own tent which people cleared out of when he started causing a commotion. The whir of drills and dull clang of hammer blows sounded throughout the day as sparks flew from the tent flaps. Eventually all fell silent as the midday sun shone dully overhead through a dense cloudbank, then a loud rumble is heard. Out of the tent stomps a metal man, 18 feet tall once it stands up, before a series of whirs and clicks as its various gears turn and the thing seems to kneel, before treads form from its arms and legs, its back turning into the carriage for the now mechanized sled. Big enough to sit three comfortably, and 5 packed, with room in the back for loot. A truly wonderful vechicle!

> + [Mecha Transformer of Your choice's name] - Able to traverse most weather conditions and keep occupants from freezing to death, can carry 100 units worth of shit

2/3. After your hands return under your own will, you head into the pack snow to retrieve scrap and parts for the generator, while theorizing what you'll need to fix it up and take it to another level.

+ Generator Lvl 2 Part (2 of 2 needed for upgrade)

+ 2 Steel

4. After a long do of doing much, you decide that sleep, though useful, is not for ones as week such as yourself, and trudge out into the snow with several others to collect what more you can in these spare hours. However, you don't find much, and your toes have started to turn purple.

+ 1 Steel

>Health: 9/10

>Toes - slightly frostbitten, further exposure to the snow for the next turn will result in this worsening and possible detrimental effects.

>>42457

1. Daniel, having just wandered into camp this morning, immediately tries to prove his worth and earn his keep by aiding in the construction of the hunting lodge, his actual knowledge of craftsmanship and skill with a hammer do much to ensure the building is not as ramshackle as the rest of the "buildings" around. What's more, upon realizing that they could save tremendous time by utilizing the already laid foundations that Gregor had set up for the blockhouse, he saves the colony resources and time. Ir is approaching noon as the final nail is laid and the lodge goes up.

2. It would seem, however, that putting so much into the construction effort earlier had spent Daniel, as he could not even manage to lift the wood pile he had gathered and haul it back to camp, having to leave it in the snow as the tell tale signs of hypothermia began to show in him.

3. After warming back up next to the generator, Daniel decided to spend the last part of the day setting up for a new project, a lumber-mill. Unfortunately he had only finished drawing the plans by the time that night rolled around, and had gotten no physical work done. Despite this the plans would go a long way towards speeding the progression of the building tomorrow.

>Lumbermill 1/15

Rolled 76, 62, 5 = 143 (3d100)

>>42527

Name:

Alexei Emmet Johannes

Fluff:

There are many words to describe Alexei, a tinkerer, a creator, an innovator. But in truth he is a humble young man from a farm in Texas. He was always an active youth and was always working on something with his hands, whether that be art, sports, taking apart and fixing bikes or even his dads motor vehicles. Alexei grew up to be an accomplished mechanical engineer. He does not see his job as work but instead a hobby.

Age:

24

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Swiss Army Knife] - Contains: toothpick, can opener, comb, three kinds of knives and a small nail clipper. + 5 to tinkering actions

+ + [Mecha Transformer Odysseus] - Able to traverse most weather conditions and keep occupants from freezing to death, can carry 100 units worth of shit

Bonus: [Aspiring Engineer] - All things mechanical come naturally to Emmet, and as such people will look to him when something enivitably breaks in this snowy hell. + 15 To working on the generator, + 10 to rolls involving the construction or utilization of machinery, does not stack with previous bonus.

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1-2. Begin planning the upgrade of the generator, I must be fully prepared, organised and focused before I allow myself to do this. Draw some plans, make an action plan, prepare all the parts.

3. I am sure that after all the work I have done the colony will forgive me if I rest now. After all I will need to be 100% for fixing this generator.

>>42458

1. A day taken off your feet does much to heal up most the wounds, not to mention a strange tasting soup given to you by an older women who seems to be taking care of the sickly in the camp.

> Health: 10/10

2. You join the convoy heading out to search for the missing colonist, as they would be your best bet at the moment for scouting outside of the valley

3. Unfortunately the second you cross the final rock in the crags that surround the valley you twist your ankle, it won't stop you, but it hurts and it will definitely slow you down.

>Health: 8/10

>Sprained ankle: - 5 to movement rolls and combat rolls

>>42462

1-2. James, along with many others, contributes to the construction of the hunter's lodge.

3. Along with the rest of the Group, James sets out at the dead of night in the last known direction of the missing colonist.

>>42463

1. You try to haul some of the wood back with you to camp, but a impending snowstorm forces you to drop the load and make for the generator before you freeze to death. As you hurriedly move back to the generator you trip over a concealed piece of scrap metal, cutting a nasty gash into your leg. You make it back to the camp and people quickly see to your leg, but it will still hurt and slow you down a bit.

>Health: 8/10

>Wounded Leg: - 5 to movement and combat for next turn.

2-3. Though laid up in a tent, the promise of fresh water appears interesting to the men of the camp, who are tired of melting snow and then cleaning out whatever they happen to find in the resulting slush. Given clear directions by William, they take up their chisels and hammers and set out. Fortune favors the bold, and no doubt the instructions provided by William will save a few men's lives.

> +15 to colony ice gathering actions

>>42480

1/3. The next day you set about trying to find out who was the man(s?) who shot you. You find two shell casings in the snow near where the box of rations was found, and whats more, two sets of old footprints as well. One small and light, the other giant plooding prints in the snow.

>>42514

1. Cassidy is heading out into the snow to join the others in heading out of the colony, she hears a bark on the wind, distant but powerful, thinking nothing else of it she contiues to walk in the snow, over the mountains, and out in the desolate snowfields with the rest of the expedition.

2/3. The first part of the trip, entering the waste, the sky is clear enough that one can see for a few miles. Cassidy notes her bearing in regards to the mountain pass that took them up here, and from that, the generator. She notes several items that would be very interesting: A dull glow on the horizon, some many miles off, the sharp smell of sea salt, perhaps a hole in the ice to the ocean underneath? Finally, she spots what looks like an ship, an iron-hulled ship perched admist a glacial cliff some miles away.

Expedition Notes: To those of you who have been told that you are on an expedition; you are "pff the map, in that you are not in the colony and unless you possess some means to communicate with them, can not do so currently. You have enough food and water to last you 3 turns, and this is currently the maximum carry weight for you without expedition supplies. You have the same amount of actions as a normal turn, with also being able to preform the 4th action for no sleep as you normally would, the only cavaet is that since you are a day away from the colony, you must find shelter by nightfall or risk freezing to death. Now that you have set out, the sooner you find the colonist, the sooner you can go home, or you can give up and go home if its too hard.

Rolled 13, 37, 3 = 53 (3d100)

Colony Rolls:

1. Finish Hunting Lodge

2. Gather Food

3. Build Tents

Rolled 19, 10, 62 = 91 (3d100)

>>42527

Name: Michael Collahan

Fluff: Michael is a miner. He ain't the brightest man, but he is determined and strong. Those two things are what got him through the snow and to the colony. If you ask him he would say he was a simple man. Still prays despite everything, willing to work hard to earn his food, and willing to do the right thing when he can. Now he just hope that will be enough.

Age: 25

Don't fill this in

Health: 9/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Pick-axe] - Steel and wood, simple but effective. + 5 to mining actions and to hand to hand combat.

Bonus:[Dig-Dug] - A life in the mines has given Michael an eye for gems and ores, and made him as strong as a mule as well. + 10 to mining rolls and you can carry twice as much as the average man.

1. Help build the cookhouse.

2. Help build the lumbermill.

3. Help build more houses.

Rolled 33, 16, 21 = 70 (3d100)

>>42551

>Name: Cassidy Blair

>Fluff: Jonah Blair was never the smartest or most cunning man, but he knew danger when it was coming. Which was why the second the snows started lingering a bit too long he picked up his daughter and headed east back from the frontier to the city he so despised. Journey was a hard one and Jonah didn't make it out unscathed. Frostbite took his leg and Cass was forced to bury her pop in an unmarked grave three days south of New York City. Soon after she heard rumors of some grand fail safe plan being spear headed by the British that was looking for strong men and women to volunteer for their colony. She later heard about how they all died horrible and that they left the key to survival up their with them. She hopped onto the nearest air ship she could and made her way to find her ticket to a long warm life.

>Health: 10/10

>Hunger: 5/5

>Inventory:

>+ [Winchester Lever Action Rifle] - Ammo: 60 Rounds, allows ranged attack

>Bonus: [Young Buck] - The young, so willful and full of hope, or as some would call it, naivety. It matters not, for no matter what, what is important is that no matter how bad things get, Cassidy will work just as hard to make this place a place she can call home. Immune to the ill-effects of hope, positive effects are doubled.

1:Cassidy tries to steer the group in the direction of the howling, if there's a dog there might be people. Or just a dog, that'd be fine as well.

2:Make way towards the iron ship, if there are any survivors out here then they'll need a place to weather the storm and that ships as good a place as any.

3:To keep spirits up Cassidy asks about her fellow searchers. Hear about who they are and where they're from.

Rolled 76, 14, 56 = 146 (3d100)

Name: Gregor Blyatskanov

Fluff: Gregor is big, strong man from Mother Russia, who went with Brits to build generator. He was member of engineer in Russian army, and learned to build many things. Gregor build houses, work with the metals, shooting gun and more. But then Russia went gone and now Gregor work with Brits in order to survive. They accept him because of skill, and Gregor does best to help out. He is no stranger to cold, as Russia was this way long before ice age. If only there was vodka to warm Gregor's belly, he would into the happy here in snow and ice.

Age: 35

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Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: Mosin-Nagant rifle - Ammo: 69 rounds, allows ranged attack

Bonus: [The Bear} - Gregor is tall and hairy, a beast of a man who could be mistaken for a bear in clothes, which isn't helped by his poor English which comes across more as growls. Immune to Frostbite, in addition you receive a + 15 to hand to hand combat rolls.

1. "Gregor must make search of colonist, but must be careful to not lose the sight of beacon.

2. Gregor go with others to iron ship for shelter, must make search for anything of use and make place a bit more cozy. Maybe fire but remember of safety first, no fire in flammable area.

3. Gregor build many stack of sturdy rock to act as marker as we go in case we lose way back to the home. We can also findings way back to iron ship landmark easier to make further the investigations.

Rolled 43, 10, 57, 50 = 160 (4d100)

>>42457

>Name:Daniel withermen

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>Fluff:Daniel is a professional carpenter at 21 he had begun to achieve his dreams by pledging to the freemasons they would have taken his skill and learning to a new level. But with the coming of the snows those dreams are long dead. Now he is just trying to survive with everyone else the only relic of his past the carpenters hammer his father proudly gave him the day he was accepted to the masons.

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>Age: 23

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>Health: 10/10

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>Hunger: 5/5

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>Inventory:

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>+ [Silver Hammer] - Its not really silver because that would be stupid, just good honest steel. + 10 to building actions and + 5 to personal combat.

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>Bonus: [Freemason] - A member of an order of secrets, although you were not fully embedded in their ways you still know enough to recognize the works of masons when you see it, and to interact with it as well.

1.2. work continues on the lumbermill. It will be a major necessity to address many of the problems currently facing the colony.

Lumbermill 1/15

[Silver Hammer] - Its not really silver because that would be stupid, just good honest steel. + 10 to building actions

3. Since i just got here i can begin organizing anyone with building experience to more effectively build things and deal with the situations arising that need our focus.it is no freemasons but we will make due.

4. Sleep unfortunately must be minimized due to the many pressing situations. in this case housing. I will assist anyone building more housing especially for the sick if they aren't isolated and kept warm and rested they may die/spread their sickness to others.

Rolled 53, 78, 42 = 173 (3d100)

>>42551

Name:Lord William Coddlesby

Fluff: A member of the peerage, back when there was a peerage. Graduated from college as a marine biologist specializing in arctic wild life, and spent much of his spare time in arctic expeditions learning from various northern tribes like the Innuit in British Canada. Entirely the reason he survived so long where so many have died. Hopes to survive using the skills he acquired.

Age: 38

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Augustus] - a trained Gyrfalcon, who responds to your calls and yours alone. Must be feed 1 unit of food every other turn, + 5 bonus to scouting, hunting(if you're in the party), and allows communication with colony on expedition.

Bonus: [Terra Nova] - One of the few Brits used to cold and snow as opposed to rain and fog, Coddlesby knows much of what their is to know about the arctic conditions the colony is located in, and as such receives a +5 to exploration and survival roles (the latter of which are the rolls pertaining to staying alive when on an expedition).

> +15 to colony ice gathering actions

1. While he recovers, William hopes that perhaps Augustus could help find the missing colonists. Gyrfalcon's have exceptional eyes and directions, and people stick out like sore thumbs in the snow. He hopes he might fly and return, and point to the direction of the missing colonists.

2-3. We need more housing. Do none of these people know how to build Igloos? Now that we have ice and a way to melt and freeze snow, teach them. Igoo's are able to conserve heat, if built properly you can light a small stove inside one without melting it. Make sure they gather some ice first.

> +15 to colony ice gathering actions

Rolled 87, 11, 56 = 154 (3d100)

>>42551

Scout and work with the group, look for the colonist but if he is found quickly try and extend the trip as long as possible in order to scout this beautiful wasteland

Name: Bob "The Builder" Olafsen

Fluff: Bob has spent most of his life as a construction worker, carrying materials and sometimes operating machines. He has gained a lot of insight and experiences, but unfortunately a back injury stopped him from continuing his work. With his superiors accidently freezing to death, he decided it's his duty to take on the role as new architect and building planner.

Age: 54

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Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

- Trusty Ol' Shovel

Bonus: [Builder Veteran] +10 Bonus to supervising construction work. Can mentor a single student at a time, they'll eventually become either an Adequate or Expert Builder.

>>42557

1. Cassidy, at the head of the pack, heads away from the supposed position of the missing survivors, towards the giant wreckage of the ship some 300 feet above the ground, precariously frozen halfway in the ice, but the only shelter in this forsaken plain of ice and snow.

2. The climb itself to the ship is much more arduous, with the sheer path and constant shifting of the glacier threatening to throw all of you down the hundred or so feet you climb up already. A sudden noise, like rolling thunder, and you see a huge chunk of ice, the size of a small house, heading straight for you and your team. Smaller chunks start hitting all around you, as the small rut in the face of the glacier beneath your feet starts to crack. That's when you hear it, faint at first, but growing louder still ; A barking, and then a large grey head poking out of an unforeseen crevice in the glacial face. Its a dog, wait no, there's a larger one as well, white as snow, two dogs! They seem to be leading you towards something. Running ahead towards where the dogs are poking out from, you find a small tunnel leading further into the cliff face, and calling back to your expiditon partners you quickly run inside. You can't tell where you're going as you run further into the glacier, when you hear the footsteps of others behind you as the final piece of light from behind you disappears, followed quickly by a loud thud. You follow the sound of panting, and up and up through the icy carverns you go, until you reach a point where you find yourself touching metal, not ice. Its not soon after that you find yourself in the belly of the ship, small holes in the hole providing a faint light inside. You and the party head up a few decks where the hell is relatively unmarred and warmer, before Gregor breaks a few boxes and Balon starts a fire. The two dogs lay near you, their paws subtly scratching you, as if begging for a pet.

3. As the light outside fades and the chilling winds of night batter the outside of the ship hull, you start up a conversation, asking your fellow expeditioners about themselves. The first to speak up is…..

>>42583

>>42565

>>42578

Rolled 75, 61, 42 = 178 (3d100)

>>42551

Name: Marshall Law

Fluff: When the winter first came, things weren't that bad, initially atleast. But his father a wise man taught him about the nature of man, they're cowards who will do anything to survive, now with the world dead, he found his purpose. Keep the law

Age: 30

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: [Billy Club] - So what if you enjoy it, they are criminals after. + 10 to non-lethal personal combat, + 5 to to-kill personal combat.

Bonus: [I AM THE LAW] - Ol' Johnny law has come to town. When people steal rations or supplies you are given a chance that same turn to intercept and stop them, in addition to this you can have some clout in the colony as a source of authority, as people will tend to listen to an established authority figure , giving you limited reign to command people.

Action 1-3: "These fuckers, i'm gonna find them and i'm gonna put them in jail til they fucking starve!"

>>42566

1/2. Daniel donates the first and middle hours of the day towards the construction of the lumber mill, as he of all people recognizes that the easily used lumber scraps they have come across will soon run out, and they'll need proper tools to process the frozen trees that they'll soon have to use.

> Lumbermill 5/15

3. Funnily Enough, a lodge is being constructed for housing, a lodge not unlike those that masons made their home in in summers past. At the end of the day, as the work stopped and people retired to their tents, Daniel called out to the people and asked for those of skill and building to come together, organizing them into a dedicated workforce to tackle the most immediate project first, as a skilled work crew could build twice as fast as a unskilled one.

>Colony Bonus: [Skilled Construction Crew] - A dedicated crew of skilled workers that will take on the most immediate construction jobs. Need to be given orders as to what this most important job is.

4. The sun sets but still Daniel works, for the snow does not sleep, the coal will not shovel itself, and death waits for no man. He aids the others in finishing the Lodge in the wee hours of the morning, as the sun rises and a new days begins. Unfortunately the long night has worn him thin, and the particularly bad storm has given him the first signs of frostbite on his fingertips.

>Health: 9/10

>Initial Frostbite Fingers - Any action spent outside for long period of time away from the generator will worsen this condition, will heal in 1 turn

>>42577

1. William sends out his falcon in search of the missing colonist, he returns by midday, from a direction north-easterly of the generator.

2/3. You set out with 4 large men and some ropes and picks, after several hours spent in shifts mining the ice, you return with several large blocks, which you further carve back at the colony to build several small igloos near some of the resource piles, as a way for people to have some small respite when gathering resources. People thank you for the effort, and occurrences of hypothermia and the first stages of frostbite have gone down. However, the furnaces used to heat the igloos have increased coal consumption.

>3 Igloos built

>Coal consumption increased by 1/turn so long as igloos are heated.

>>42578

1/2/3. Balon uses his skill to their finest on the trek, the icy wind flapping at his overcoat and his snowshoes keeping him above the snow that the others trudged through. He follows along, helping Gregor as he can with the rock piles, stacking them in such a way as to slough most of the snow off of them so they won't get buried by the incoming storm. In fact, it is Balon that indicates to the others that a storm was moving in, and following Cassidy's direction, moved towards the Ship embedded in the glacial cliff with the rest of the expedition. The storm was worse then expected, and thank god that they reached the cliffs before it hit, because the snowfall and winds prevented them from seeing more then a few feet infront of them. Balon, not used to extreme physical tasks such as this, dragged to the back of the pack as they scaled the cliff, with James just a few feet ahead ahead of him and Gregor and Cassidy several feet ahead of him. Gregor slipped several times, luckily James quick reflexes, aided by Balon, prevented the man from falling below. At about halfway up the cliff face, Gregor slips a final time, into the cliff, his bulk cracking the ice. Balon watches with building dread as the crack grows slowly, before shooting up the glacier and breaking off a house sized chunk of ice overhanging the path, and heading straight towards the party. The group sprints now, trying to outrun the chunk and the several other pieces of ice falling around them. Balon sprints ahead of James and Gregor, the big man falling to the back of the pack as Cassidy seemingly darts into the glacier ahead. Balon's left foot slips at the last second and he falls, his life flashing before his eyes before he is tugged back, James grunting from the effort of holding the man aloft. Just as the cuff of Balon's collar begins to tear, a massive shape yanks James back, and Balon with him. They are carried by Gregor into the crevice Cassidy disappeared into, Gregor unknowingly dashing both their heads on the sides of the entrance. Balon comes to right after James does, and noticing Gregor breaking up nearby boxes starts a fire. It is now that Cassidy speaks up, as the winds outside howl and what little light that was visible through a small porthole fades; "So, we've made it this far in this frozen hellhole, but I feel like I don't know much about y'all, so how 'bout instead of sittin in silence we tell each other about ourselves? Name's Cassidy by the way, but people call me Cass, nice to meet y'all!"

>>42550

1/2. Alexei, like a man possessed, refuses food or water and completely devotes himself to upgrading the generator. He works and works and works, adding a plate here, a vent here. Some new steam pipes, a new water tank freshly feed from snow-melt. He's about halfway done when the midday sun rises in the sky. Lunchtime.

3. Yes, lunchtime, time to rest, to take a little nap…. just… gonna rest… my eyes…

You awake to the fiery sensation of your skin burning, luckily it was just your cheek laying directly over a steam pipe, that hurts less then the resulting fall, in which you land flat on your back. A minor scalding and a twinged back.

>Health 7/10

>Sore back - -5 to all lifting or carrying actions for 1 turn, heals in 1 turn

>>42609

1/2/3. You ask around, sorting your list by the people here who actually have a gun with them, and not only a gum, but a rifle. That narrows down your list quite a bit, a mere 8 men have rifles in this colony, and 2 of those 8 are your men. Whats more, there's talk of two men who went out to hunt on the first day, both saying they were shot at and shot something, but you know what they say about hearsay.

Rolled 79, 76, 8 = 163 (3d100)

Colony Actions

1. Build Lumbermill

2. Build Cookhouse

3. Finish Lodge (Level 2 Housing)

Rolled 6 (1d100)

1. Hunting Roll

ignore that roll

Rolled 88, 27, 21 = 136 (3d100)

>>42615

Name:

Alexei Emmet Johannes

Fluff:

There are many words to describe Alexei, a tinkerer, a creator, an innovator. But in truth he is a humble young man from a farm in Texas. He was always an active youth and was always working on something with his hands, whether that be art, sports, taking apart and fixing bikes or even his dads motor vehicles. Alexei grew up to be an accomplished mechanical engineer. He does not see his job as work but instead a hobby.

Age:

24

Health: 7/10

>sore back

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Swiss Army Knife] - Contains: toothpick, can opener, comb, three kinds of knives and a small nail clipper. + 5 to tinkering actions

+ + [Mecha Transformer Odysseus] - Able to traverse most weather conditions and keep occupants from freezing to death, can carry 100 units worth of shit

Bonus: [Aspiring Engineer] - All things mechanical come naturally to Emmet, and as such people will look to him when something enivitably breaks in this snowy hell. + 15 To working on the generator, + 10 to rolls involving the construction or utilization of machinery, does not stack with previous bonus.

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1-2. Continue working on the generator.

3. Rest

Rolled 36, 55, 67 = 158 (3d100)

Name: Gregor Blyatskanov

Fluff: Gregor is big, strong man from Mother Russia, who went with Brits to build generator. He was member of engineer in Russian army, and learned to build many things. Gregor build houses, work with the metals, shooting gun and more. But then Russia went gone and now Gregor work with Brits in order to survive. They accept him because of skill, and Gregor does best to help out. He is no stranger to cold, as Russia was this way long before ice age. If only there was vodka to warm Gregor's belly, he would into the happy here in snow and ice.

Age: 35

Don't fill this in

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: Mosin-Nagant rifle - Ammo: 69 rounds, allows ranged attack

Bonus: [The Bear} - Gregor is tall and hairy, a beast of a man who could be mistaken for a bear in clothes, which isn't helped by his poor English which comes across more as growls. Immune to Frostbite, in addition you receive a + 15 to hand to hand combat rolls.

"Privyet comrades, I am Gregor Blyatskanov, once from the Russia but now happy to help out in new home. I must of thankings for saving of me, I will repay favor. We should investigate ship, no? Maybe we can get operating sometime. Gregor mighty stone markers can guide us back to ship in future, so if we can't figure out how work we can always return later. But for now we seem to be trap until storm passes, so let's investigate ship. Can be great boon if we get it working, maybe even find lost comrade from air if lucky."

1-3. Gregor will continue to investigate ship, maybe it not so hunk of junk after all, or at least maybe it contain good things of use.

Rolled 17, 63, 51 = 131 (3d100)

>>42605

>>Name: Cassidy Blair

>>Fluff: Jonah Blair was never the smartest or most cunning man, but he knew danger when it was coming. Which was why the second the snows started lingering a bit too long he picked up his daughter and headed east back from the frontier to the city he so despised. Journey was a hard one and Jonah didn't make it out unscathed. Frostbite took his leg and Cass was forced to bury her pop in an unmarked grave three days south of New York City. Soon after she heard rumors of some grand fail safe plan being spear headed by the British that was looking for strong men and women to volunteer for their colony. She later heard about how they all died horrible and that they left the key to survival up their with them. She hopped onto the nearest air ship she could and made her way to find her ticket to a long warm life.

>>Health: 10/10

>>Hunger: 5/5

>>Inventory:

>>+ [Winchester Lever Action Rifle] - Ammo: 60 Rounds, allows ranged attack

>>Bonus: [Young Buck] - The young, so willful and full of hope, or as some would call it, naivety. It matters not, for no matter what, what is important is that no matter how bad things get, Cassidy will work just as hard to make this place a place she can call home. Immune to the ill-effects of hope, positive effects are doubled.

1:"Hey there little fellas" Cass says giving the two dogs a few scratches. "You missing your mama an pa too? I'm the same cuties, but you two can come with me if ya reckon. Gonna need names for ya. How bout Michael and Sariel? You did save me afta all."

2:Cassidy searches the ship for any signs of a lost colonist making residence in here.

3:She's also searching for general supplies that might be left scattered around the ship.

Rolled 43, 40, 71 = 154 (3d100)

>>42604

Name: Michael Collahan

Fluff: Michael is a miner. He ain't the brightest man, but he is determined and strong. Those two things are what got him through the snow and to the colony. If you ask him he would say he was a simple man. Still prays despite everything, willing to work hard to earn his food, and willing to do the right thing when he can. Now he just hope that will be enough.

Age: 25

Don't fill this in

Health: 8/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Pick-axe] - Steel and wood, simple but effective. + 5 to mining actions and to hand to hand combat.

Bonus:[Dig-Dug] - A life in the mines has given Michael an eye for gems and ores, and made him as strong as a mule as well. + 10 to mining rolls and you can carry twice as much as the average man.

1-3. Back to work building the lodging, again.

Rolled 63, 81, 29 = 173 (3d100)

>>42611

Name:Daniel withermen

Fluff:Daniel is a professional carpenter at 21 he had begun to achieve his dreams by pledging to the freemasons they would have taken his skill and learning to a new level. But with the coming of the snows those dreams are long dead. Now he is just trying to survive with everyone else the only relic of his past the carpenters hammer his father proudly gave him the day he was accepted to the masons.

Age: 23

Health: 9/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Silver Hammer] - Its not really silver because that would be stupid, just good honest steel. + 10 to building actions and + 5 to personal combat.

Bonus: [Freemason] - A member of an order of secrets, although you were not fully embedded in their ways you still know enough to recognize the works of masons when you see it, and to interact with it as well.

Initial Frostbite Fingers - Any action spent outside for long period of time away from the generator will worsen this condition, will heal in 1 turn

1.2.3. Back to finishing up houses i am a bit chilly from my overnight so need to do work primarily on the inside where possible. I will organize the workers and direct them as needed. I may not be a full mason but I still have a lot of experience and should hopefully be able to keep them focused up and guided well while recovering today. we need everything insulated and decently comfortable. Good housing will not only help keep everyone healthy and safe but will also contribute to morale.

(Wasn't completely sure how to split things up so just did a mass post. The end goal is directing the construction crew to build houses. I will work on furnishing insides for comfort and doing insulation so I can stay warm.)

Rolled 91, 84, 15 = 190 (3d100)

>>42615

Name: Marshall Law

Fluff: When the winter first came, things weren't that bad, initially atleast. But his father a wise man taught him about the nature of man, they're cowards who will do anything to survive, now with the world dead, he found his purpose. Keep the law

Age: 30

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: [Billy Club] - So what if you enjoy it, they are criminals after. + 10 to non-lethal personal combat, + 5 to to-kill personal combat.

Bonus: [I AM THE LAW] - Ol' Johnny law has come to town. When people steal rations or supplies you are given a chance that same turn to intercept and stop them, in addition to this you can have some clout in the colony as a source of authority, as people will tend to listen to an established authority figure , giving you limited reign to command people.

Action 1-3: "Hunting, let's start with these two, they might have some clue as to who shot me, fucking retards."

Rolled 95, 9, 15 = 119 (3d100)

Name:Lord William Coddlesby

Fluff: A member of the peerage, back when there was a peerage. Graduated from college as a marine biologist specializing in arctic wild life, and spent much of his spare time in arctic expeditions learning from various northern tribes like the Innuit in British Canada. Entirely the reason he survived so long where so many have died. Hopes to survive using the skills he acquired.

Age: 38

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Augustus] - a trained Gyrfalcon, who responds to your calls and yours alone. Must be feed 1 unit of food every other turn, + 5 bonus to scouting, hunting(if you're in the party), and allows communication with colony on expedition.

Bonus: [Terra Nova] - One of the few Brits used to cold and snow as opposed to rain and fog, Coddlesby knows much of what their is to know about the arctic conditions the colony is located in, and as such receives a +5 to exploration and survival roles (the latter of which are the rolls pertaining to staying alive when on an expedition).

1-3. Feeling better, William focuses on helping his Gyrfalcon and the Hunters on finding more prey. The could not survive without more food.

>>42625

1/2. A new day, the same work, but this time not falling asleep over a scathing steam pipe was on the top of Alexei's priority list. The weather was starting to finally clear up, and he gets the rest of the work done. It's a beaut, but it'll burn more coal now for sure. Still, he could feel the heat radiating from it, and already see the snow melting further from the generator.

>Generator lvl 2 unlocked

>Second rung around the generators unlocked for explotation

>People in the first rung will no longer get sick due to cold

3. Sleep does not come easy to Alexei, as the people relish the chance to move father from the generator, and work with fevered pace. Still, you manage to get some shut eye before funally tucking in for the night.

>Health 8/10

>>42647

1/2/3. You try to spurt out a cleverly crafted line to make you seem interesting, but not in a snobbish way, but find yourself choking on your words, almost like a rope is around your neck. That's when you realize one literally is is, from a nearby porthole, and a sharp yanks almost snaps your neck as your pulled harshly against the porthole. Your face starts to turn blue as the others rush towards you, your neck burning as your windpipe is slowly crushed and the rope burn starts to bleed. It is then that everyone hears it, and even the rope slacks for but a moment, as a sickening lurch is felt beneath the parties feet, then a loud groan. The direction of the rope abruptly changes as you are no longer pulled off your feet, but down as whatever or whoever was hanging on the rope is now apparently falling or hanging off the side of the ship. This doesn't last long however, as soon enough everyone in the party is floating for a brief moment, before gravity remembers it exist and your all throw roughly to the rear of the room you are currently in as cold wind rushes in through the holes of the ship. Another rough lurch and your all tossed around the cabin again. It it mere moments from impact when someone yells something out, you can't make it from the oxygen loss and the pain, but you grab onto the nearest solid thing and hold on for dear life

>Roll a 1d100

>>42650

1/2/3. Gregor wakes up, poking the embers of the fire and throwing some salted pork he had on the embers to get that nice smoky flavor he loved so much. He figured that the party had about a day's worth of food and water left, best get to those colonist sooner rather then later. In poking around the bowels of the ship Gregor did manage to find a trove of items. It appears this ship was apart of the initial expedition sent north by the British to build these generators, and as such has a wealth of winter gear, some coal, and much steel not even including what's in its hull. The armory is full as well, ship shells for the 9 inch guns. Gregor had just returned to the others, who were starting to stir, when the young English soldier boy had opened his mouth to speak, before being violently dragged back by a thin rope around his neck. Gregor had just taken his first steps near the boy when he felt a familiar feeling. The ground beneath his feet lurched, and he wondered to himself if he really was so big as to make the whole ship fall. His question would have to wait, as he and the others are quickly thrown about as the ship tumbles down the glacial surface. A muffled cry arises right before impact, and gregor plants himself like a mighty oak, bracing for impact.

>roll a 1d100

>>42657

1. Cassidy stirs, the dogs still wrapped around her in a tender, furry blanket when she wakes. She scratches the larger white one under the chin, and is returned with a large tonging. She then reaches for the other dog, the smaller (though still as big as a wolf) black one. This dog though does not allow itself to be stroked, as it quickly rises and runs out of the room, with the white dog quickly follows. Cassidy spends half and hour looking for them, but they cannot be found, or they don't want to be found.

2. Cassidy joins Gregor in plying the ship, but while he looks for resources, she looks for signs of habitation, surely if someone was out here, they would have to stop in this ship for shelter. Sure enough, she finds a small camp made further inside, near the boiler room. A small pile of bones, human bones, litter the ground, some still wet with blood…

3. Leaving the room as quickly as she entered it, Cassidy ran down the halls of the ship, trying to find her way back to the rest of the party, while noting anything interesting or any more piles of bones that might catch her eye. She enters the same bay as the burly russian, discovering a venerable hoard of items useful for surviving in this horrible place. They both head back to the galley, where the party had made camp, and James and had just begun stirring. The soldier stood up, it was then that Cass noticed a small rope that shot through the nearby porthole and lasso'd around James' neck, and before the man could say a word someone on the other end started pulling, yanking him straight across the deck to the porthole and hanging him. Cass pulled out her bowie knife, and rushed to cut James free before whoever was trying to rustle him broke his neck. She was halfway there when she heard it, then she felt it. Next thing Cass realized was that she was about 20 feet back from where she was and being thrown about like a farmhouse in a twister. Someone yelled something mere moments before impact, and Cass braced herself with whatever was nearest to her.

>Roll a 1d100

>>42658

1/2/3. You rise early in the morning, and throughout the day work with the rest of the men at rebuilding the lodge. Its hard work, but eventually you manage to get quite a bit of work done, you are but one man however.

>>42686

1/2/3. The work crews follow the ring of the silver hammer, men and women working together to build the lodge, so that the sick may have shelter, and those that spend nights in the cold may have a place to rest their head without getting frostbite on their ears. In the mean time you take what scrap wood and steel unfit for construction you can find and manage to craft several pieces of furniture for the quickly assembling lodge. Its not much, hardly anything compared to the old furniture stores of europe, but everything helps when the alternative is sleeping on the floor and eating off of your jacket, if you even have a jack.

>Hope: 72/100

>Working Crew: Lodge Construction + 10

>>42688

1/2/3. You grab the two men talking about the hunting "incident" from the first day, both men swear up and down that they only know what they heard, which they themselves heard from a man, an old member of the peerage, when they went with him to gather ice just yesterday.

>>42703

1/2/3. William spends the day on the edge of the colony, having his pet bird fly out and guide the hunters towards prey. Its cold, but he knows that his contribution will be invaluable, and cold feet are worth a hot meal.

+ 10 to hunting roll

also everyone can post

Rolled 41, 43, 66 = 150 (3d100)

Name:Lord William Coddlesby

Fluff: A member of the peerage, back when there was a peerage. Graduated from college as a marine biologist specializing in arctic wild life, and spent much of his spare time in arctic expeditions learning from various northern tribes like the Innuit in British Canada. Entirely the reason he survived so long where so many have died. Hopes to survive using the skills he acquired.

Age: 38

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Augustus] - a trained Gyrfalcon, who responds to your calls and yours alone. Must be feed 1 unit of food every other turn, + 5 bonus to scouting, hunting(if you're in the party), and allows communication with colony on expedition.

Bonus: [Terra Nova] - One of the few Brits used to cold and snow as opposed to rain and fog, Coddlesby knows much of what their is to know about the arctic conditions the colony is located in, and as such receives a +5 to exploration and survival roles (the latter of which are the rolls pertaining to staying alive when on an expedition).

1-2. Although not a doctor, Lord William did go to college and often worked alongside doctors in treating epidemics among explorers and natives on his arctic journeys. He would attempt to ply some of that information here, such as the importance of developing a means of hand washing, placing masks upon the face, having an extra layer of clothing that could be soaked in boiling salt water, and anything he could to help stem the threat of disease.

+ 5

3. He also organizes the building of another igloo, meant for the sick to keep them quarantined.

+ 5

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>42709

Here

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>42707

Rolled 73 (1d100)

"OHHH BLYAAAAT!"

>>42722

Cassidy grunts as the ship smacks into the ice sheet, and recoils as she is thrown from the box she had been holding onto. She is thrown back, a sharp piece of jagged metal lies in her path, only feet away from her midsection as she goes hurtling towards it…

>>42723

The rope finally snaps as the ship hits the ground, sending James Flying back before slamming into a crate bolted to the deck, he sees Cassidy fly past him as well, and reaches a arm out to grab her before she gets impaled on a jagged piece of hull that had broken during the landing. He grabs her by her midsection, but the jolt did what grabbing Gregor yesterday did not, and pops his arm out of socket, he holds her though as the ship slides and finally comes to a rest, trying not to scream the entire time…

Gregor and Balon, seeing the purple faced James and Cassidy hanging precariously close to a twisted spire of metal, rush to aid them, sliding down the deck as the ship moves across the slick ice sheet

Balon steps forward, only to have the deck fall beneath him and be sucked out into the snow. Gregor narrowly avoids the same fate, and grabs ahold of the two just as the last bit of James' grip fails. He pulls the two to him and ducks behind the bulwark he had been bracing himself against as the ship came to a screeching stop.

>Glitts: Health 9/10

>Bruised Ribs: - 5 to running actions for 1 turn

>Ash: Health: 5/10

>Crushed Windpipe: Difficulty breathing, - 15 to heavy labor and/or physical activity for 3 turns

>Dislocated Shoulder: Best relocate this, - 15 to actions involving arms until relocated, after that - 5 for 2 turns.

>Tbr: Clean Bill of health

everyone can post now

Rolled 35, 16, 23 = 74 (3d100)

>>42686

Name:Daniel withermen

Fluff:Daniel is a professional carpenter at 21 he had begun to achieve his dreams by pledging to the freemasons they would have taken his skill and learning to a new level. But with the coming of the snows those dreams are long dead. Now he is just trying to survive with everyone else the only relic of his past the carpenters hammer his father proudly gave him the day he was accepted to the masons.

Age: 23

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Silver Hammer] - Its not really silver because that would be stupid, just good honest steel. + 10 to building actions and + 5 to personal combat.

Bonus: [Freemason] - A member of an order of secrets, although you were not fully embedded in their ways you still know enough to recognize the works of masons when you see it, and to interact with it as well.

1.2.with so many getting sick we need a clinic with its own bunkhouse to isolate sick people so that it doesn't spread. I will lay down the plans and begin construction immediately along with the construction crew.

+10

3. Building with all this wood is good for now I guess. But we need to not be shortsighted. Stone is what we should be building with. It is alot sturdier in these God forsaken endless snows and winds, it also keeps temperature steady much much better. So I will begun working on a

Stone gathering lodge much like our lumber mill it will gather building supplies for us.

+10

Rolled 93, 47, 50 = 190 (3d100)

>>42716

Name: Michael Collahan

Fluff: Michael is a miner. He ain't the brightest man, but he is determined and strong. Those two things are what got him through the snow and to the colony. If you ask him he would say he was a simple man. Still prays despite everything, willing to work hard to earn his food, and willing to do the right thing when he can. Now he just hope that will be enough.

Age: 25

Don't fill this in

Health: 8/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: + [Pick-axe] - Steel and wood, simple but effective. + 5 to mining actions and to hand to hand combat.

Bonus:[Dig-Dug] - A life in the mines has given Michael an eye for gems and ores, and made him as strong as a mule as well. + 10 to mining rolls and you can carry twice as much as the average man.

1&2. Gather more coal for the furnace.

+20

3. As well, gather some more wood to build with.

+20

Rolled 3, 32, 85 = 120 (3d100)

Name: Gregor Blyatskanov

Fluff: Gregor is big, strong man from Mother Russia, who went with Brits to build generator. He was member of engineer in Russian army, and learned to build many things. Gregor build houses, work with the metals, shooting gun and more. But then Russia went gone and now Gregor work with Brits in order to survive. They accept him because of skill, and Gregor does best to help out. He is no stranger to cold, as Russia was this way long before ice age. If only there was vodka to warm Gregor's belly, he would into the happy here in snow and ice.

Age: 35

Don't fill this in

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: Mosin-Nagant rifle - Ammo: 69 rounds, allows ranged attack

Bonus: [The Bear} - Gregor is tall and hairy, a beast of a man who could be mistaken for a bear in clothes, which isn't helped by his poor English which comes across more as growls. Immune to Frostbite, in addition you receive a + 15 to hand to hand combat rolls.

1-2. That was of close call. Ship is very dangerous, we should not of stay here long. Gregor will try to get remaining supplies and venture back to surface to look for lost person. He of not in the here, I think.

3. Before go, Gregor no is doctor but at least can try to relocate the shoulder using Russian bear strength. Best of not using it too much though.

Rolled 48, 74, 11 = 133 (3d100)

>>42707

Name:

Alexei Emmet Johannes

Fluff:

There are many words to describe Alexei, a tinkerer, a creator, an innovator. But in truth he is a humble young man from a farm in Texas. He was always an active youth and was always working on something with his hands, whether that be art, sports, taking apart and fixing bikes or even his dads motor vehicles. Alexei grew up to be an accomplished mechanical engineer. He does not see his job as work but instead a hobby.

Age:

24

Health: 7/10

>sore back

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Swiss Army Knife] - Contains: toothpick, can opener, comb, three kinds of knives and a small nail clipper. + 5 to tinkering actions

+ + [Mecha Transformer Odysseus] - Able to traverse most weather conditions and keep occupants from freezing to death, can carry 100 units worth of shit

Bonus: [Aspiring Engineer] - All things mechanical come naturally to Emmet, and as such people will look to him when something enivitably breaks in this snowy hell. + 15 To working on the generator, + 10 to rolls involving the construction or utilization of machinery, does not stack with previous bonus.

————

1. I shall go and help with the mining of the coal, I may have upgraded the generator but these people don't need an even heavier burden because of me.

2. I will also help out the people exploring the new area that has been opened up by the generator.

3. And finally I will spend the rest of the time trying to improve the area that is no longer cold in anyway I can. Perhaps making it a bit more relaxing/comfy or start to make a farm.

Rolled 83, 60, 62 = 205 (3d100)

>>42716

Name: Marshall Law

Fluff: When the winter first came, things weren't that bad, initially atleast. But his father a wise man taught him about the nature of man, they're cowards who will do anything to survive, now with the world dead, he found his purpose. Keep the law

Age: 30

Health: 10/10

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory: [Billy Club] - So what if you enjoy it, they are criminals after. + 10 to non-lethal personal combat, + 5 to to-kill personal combat.

Bonus: [I AM THE LAW] - Ol' Johnny law has come to town. When people steal rations or supplies you are given a chance that same turn to intercept and stop them, in addition to this you can have some clout in the colony as a source of authority, as people will tend to listen to an established authority figure , giving you limited reign to command people.

Action 1-3: "I'm gonna track that old fucker down!"

Rolled 3, 98, 29 = 130 (3d100)

>>42758

Name: James Bruce Stuart York

Fluff: James joined Her Majesty's Army right after finishing schooling. He had grown up in the north on a farm, so he had been around and used guns all his life, which got him noticed quickly. Known for being a crackshot in his regiment, he was stationed from Ireland to Cathay, and everywhere else for that matter, having participated in several wars through his 10 years of service. Sent with the Colony to keep it secure and assist in building operations when necessary.

Age: 28

Health: 5/10

>Crushed Windpipe: Difficulty breathing, - 15 to heavy labor and/or physical activity for 3 turns

>Dislocated Shoulder: Best relocate this, - 15 to actions involving arms until relocated, after that - 5 for 2 turns.

Hunger: 5/5

Inventory:

+ [Lee-Metford Rifle] - Ammo: 60 Rounds, allows ranged attack

Bonus: [Regular Army O'] - A decade in her majesty's service changes a man, often for better, sometimes for worse. In James's case it made him a smart, well-traveled man, good with his gun and with his rifle. + 10 to ranged combat, able to use any gun with relative ease.

1; Bloody hell… I'm gunna need a drink when we get back. Better get this arm relocated, looks like the Russian's gunna help.

2-3; Try not to harry myself too much, but help gather some supplies and then get the fuck outta this bloody ship