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>>1029520
ok

Looks pretty wide open by my estimation. Some sort of grassy plains? Did you take a walk and got lost?

That looks like a carpet, is it magic by pure dumb coincidence?

9 serbska

>>1035518
11 - 4chanada

>>1035530
dab

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>>1029284
Shadows dominate the second floor of the broadcast station as you exit the stairwell into a long corridor that seems to stretch the length of the building, the darkness broken only by the erratic light put off by the sparking corpses of synthetics and wide cracks in the wall and ceiling. Julius lets out a low whistle from behind you at the carnage left in the wake of Doeud's team as the two of you slowly make your way down the hall, "Damn...you sure do know how to pick your friends, Doc. These guys did a number on the synths..."

"Well yeah...I mean, do you really think I stick around you and Angel for your charming personalities?" You ask jokingly, drawing a short laugh from your friend as he shakes his head roughly.

"Holy shit, Jack, Angel was right...you really are an ass!" He retorts with a grin, before seeming to return to the moment as he casts a searching gaze down the hall, "So...how are we supposed to find these guys? All I'm getting anymore from my comms is static."

A small amount of concern wells up inside you as the white noise in your own comm unit crackles in your ear, before nodding to the eviscerated corpse of a Z'ho'don that you recognize from Enque's team, surrounded by several heaps of scrap that you're sure were once spider drones. "Follow the trail of bodies..." You answer grimly, looking over your shoulder to see your friend's mouth set into a thin line as a heavy silence falls over the two of you.

The pit in your stomach continues to grow as you slowly make your way through the maze of corridors, noting two more aliens' bodies among the scattered remains of synthetics, until a high pitched mechanical hum spins to life, shattering the silence, followed by a deep echoing voice, "Stop right there! Identify yourse-"

Your eyes snap to the doorway the voice is coming from, immediately pinpointing the voice's source as an enormous and heavily armored alien with an equally heavy looking gun pointed at you. Before the alien can even finish his sentence, however, a more familiar voice interrupts, "Put your weapon down, Ilos, they're here to help."

The large alien's beaked mouth clicks wordlessly a couple of times as he stares you down before he lowers his weapon and steps aside, "Fine, then hurry up and get in here before more of those Seeker drones show up."

>Continued.

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>>1029289
You briefly wonder what the hell a seeker drone is supposed to be, before shaking the question from your head and making your way past the reptilian hulk with Julius, casting a quick look around the room as you do so. A small handful of aliens' heads turn towards you in interest, before quickly returning their respective tasks as you're approached by an Avnari with cybernetic limbs matching the description of the team leader's medical report. "Doctor Yarick, I assume?" He asks, looking briefly at Reece before turning his gaze towards you when your friend shakes his head and points in your direction. "Thank you for coming...I know it couldn't have been easy to get through the fighting out there."

You shake your head, "Don't worry about it, my friends and I don't leave people hanging if we can help it. Besides, I'm pretty sure that Enque is the only other person with medical experience left out here." You reply simply, drawing a nod from Reece as you're joined by another alien that's initially unrecognizable to you until you recognize the tattered remains of the once ivory robe draped across Enque's armor.

While you weren't sure what you were expecting the other medic to look like under his hood, the feathery hair, flattened nose, and slowly changing colors and texture of his skin to mimic the Avnari's render him almost unrecognizable until you hear his voice, "I've done what I can for now, Vega, but we don't have anything left other than some bandages and two doses of bamordin. Even if we did have more supplies, I wouldn't be comfortable moving Qun across that fighting." He reports quietly, before turning his attention towards you with a slow blink, his skin's texture shifting slightly again to match Reece's "Good to see you again, Jack Yarick."

You nod in response, though before you can say anything else, Vega lets out a sigh, "We can't stay here much longer, Doeud, not if we want to survive anyways. I'm certain we've got enough firepower to take out the command unit, but without air support or more numbers I don't see us getting close enough to pull it off."

You're somewhat surprised to hear just how much firepower Enque's team has, you knew that they had plenty of heavy weapons but, as you cast another glance around the room, you have to agree with the Avnari that they could probably blow the command unit into pieces and still have ammunition left over. "Maybe not, but I've already told you that I could patch into-" The other medic starts, only for his team leader to interrupt.

"Absolutely not, Doeud. I already told you, you're too important to go running off on your own to try and use a broadcast system that's been dead for centuries, I doubt you could even get the generators to this place working again. If we had more people to spare then maybe, but we don't."

>Continued.

>>1029291
You raise an eyebrow at the short argument, wondering if maybe there's something to be explored there, though if Vega's against it then there's probably a reason for it. That said, after even just a brief look at the injured mercenaries sitting across the room, you agree with Enque that trying to drag them across that battlefield would be impossible without some kind of miracle, even if you can manage to help patch them up a bit more. From the way the battle was going before you managed to make it into the station, though, the Avnari's right about not having much longer before being overrun...if you could just manage to destroy the synthetic's command unit, that might change, but getting there would be a challenge, to say the least.

What should you do?
>See what you can do about helping Doeud patch up his teammates. You don't have a lot of time or supplies, but you have to be able to do something to help, right?
>Ask about Enque's plan to get air support. Nothing would change this fight more than that.
>Ask if you might be able to help make the push to destroy the command unit. You might only be one person, but there's no way you'll be able to get all these people back to the community center in one piece...and ending this battle would save a lot of lives.
>Try and help with an escape plan. You came here to help get Enque's team out of here, not get yourself and Julius killed in a suicide mission.
>Write-in.

>>1001082 old thread was here.

Rolled 34, 67, 66 = 167 (3d100)

>>1028411
>Name:The Decrepit
>Capital name:The lifeless forest.
>Race:Mushroom people and Undead
>Leaders:2 kings, one the necromancer and the other the mushroom man with the biggest cap. With our massive population we are lead by a group of the smartest undead and mushroom men, headed by the kings.
>Tech:Agriculture, mostly mushrooms, along with different kind of poisonous and non poisonous herbs and magical herbs.
>Religion:Animlist, we praise the god of the sun who brings good harvest ego life and the good of the moon who brings peace and death.
>Location:Mawry Forrest.
>Population:7100 Giant:88 Blue:630 Red:780
>Settlements:Lifeless Forrest(C):1800 Mushinlet:1400 Moshly:1200 Mushry:1100 Musro:950

Action:In Musro with all the workshops finished, develop a building devoted to the study of minerals, ores and just naming and categorising things. Creating a periodic table, allowing a easier time with mixing and making metal things (naming and categorizing what we know)
Action:Create the field of chemistry, going out to find more things to add to the spectrum of already known metals, gasses and minerals (study of and refinding of mixtures and production chemical mixtures)
Action:The scientific method has hit the scene once all of the intelligent men worked close together, making studying and finding new things very much easier.

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>>1028411
Leader: Heodila the Lich

Colour: Grey

Race: Mostly Orcs with a small amount of other monstrous races

Tech learnt: Necromancy can raise 10 skeletons a turn that are clever, Deathbolt, able to kill 10 soldiers in the chain. Farming techniques. Reverse Engineering, Marble Building, Death Ray, Death Flames, Telekinesis,long distance magical communications, basic medical practices, Strong Wards, Mana Sense, Detonating Death Sphere, Repeating Death Arrow, Bone Golems, visual link between skeletons, portable ballistas, Blink, Ritual items into the flame dimension, Phase Shift

Buildings: Low quality Copper, Tin, and Iron Nodes, Stone Wall, Lich workshop, archer barracks, forges, Roads, Military academy, Dry dock, Seige workshop, Cyntap made light house, big cargo ships, fishery used for whaling, Death Gem mine, Sewers and water pipes

Gems:15

Military:WAAGH! 1, Steel equiped Ork Spear Boyz, Steel Ork Bow Boyz, Random skeletons, Me, due to magic am resistant to physical and magical harm while sporting extra strength. Chain of command with basic strategies. 5 fishing boats, 2 trebuchets. In total about 510 Ork soldiers at T4. War boss that conquers tiles every 2 turns, death staff, increases my power in everything death related, Death Crown, adds 10 skeletons a turn extra to be raised

Population: 1,149 Orks, 344 War Skeletons, 678 Cyntaps, 1,632 humans

Very good, very good! This place is the perfect spot to make my home away from home! Now then, I order the proper materials such as stone, wood, and whatnot so I can get my skeletons to begin building a replica of my tower and all its innards on this nice little island. Then I can transfer all my research material and loot afterwards once its completed! Then I'll have the perfect Sactum private from prying eyes!

As for the issue of being unable to choose to accurately choose my destination with the portal. Its high time I get that out of the way and start working so I can properly navigate the planes with my portal. This way I can easily return to any locations I have already discovered and will pave the way for my next spell!

chose a number and a name

>>1032630
>1
>Poland

1
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Major- We need to adjust our battle plan, and we need to do it fast.

Unit 08 has collided with the 9th Angel’s main structure. I have the Technical Division running remote scans to determine the extent of damage caused by this impact.

Fortunately for us, the First Child managed to stay on top of the Angel. This should give us an unexpected chance to strike the Angel at close range.

[Computer Technician]
>Sir! The First Child requesting orders. Patching her through-

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[First Child]
Major.

The Angel's blast completely destroyed my orbital and re-entry equipment, I now have no means to safely reach the ground. It seems my Positron rifle was also damaged by the impact. At the speed we’re falling we’ll soon enter the cloud layer.

The Angel has been inactive since the collision. What are your orders, Major?

>Just as I'm about to go to bed
I better not wake up to a third impact you guys.

And welcome back Ceg, been a while!

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“Can you not just up and disappear like that?”you sincerely request from your most elusive teammate.

She eyes you with a sidelong glance as she frowns. “Said I'd meet you here.”

“I meant earlier on the boat,” you specify. “You just left. I was worried.”

“Sorry, mom,” she replies.

“C'mon Kyra,” you say with a shake of your head. “You could have at least told us what you were going to do.”

“You worry about you. I worry about me,” she rattles off her meaningless saying.

“Kyra,” you practically growl low in your throat. “Look –”

Before you can finish your thought, another furious yell in the distance from a barbarian on the warpath reminds you that you aren't that far away from another potential sucker punch. Or perhaps a confrontation much worse than that with farther reaching consequences. You sigh out in exasperation.

Licking your lips, you switch topics momentarily. “We shouldn't be having this conversation right here.”

“We shouldn't be having this conversation,” the thief retorts in a dark mutter.

Ignoring that jab you continue. “We can talk back on the hill you were observing the docks from. Farther from Kroll that way.”

“Fine,” she says.

“Good, let's take a stroll –”

“Meet you there.” she emphasizes. Before you can properly inhale to voice your dissent she transforms again into that gaseous miasma of darkness and zips away, straight back towards the hills. You groan angrily, taking off into the sky and resorting to following her purple trail of magic once again.

A minute or so passes and you can feel the magic granting you flight ebbing away – forcing you to land now if you don't want to crash later. Thankfully your magically enhanced sight and your prior viewings through the crystal ball have given you an accurate idea of where Kyra has retreated to. Sure enough, she sits high up in the tree she was initially observing the Roscoli fleet from when the sun was still high in the sky. You choose to land beside her, the gentle disturbance of your weight shaking the branch and informing her of your presence immediately. You uncloak from your invisibility, now that you are secure from any more run-ins with Irontide's bunch, so Kyra can read the anger plain on your face at her constant distancing tactics.

“Want to talk about why you're running from Kroll?” she asks sarcastically, attempting to change subjects with the change of scenery. From here you have a wonderful vantage point to see the various fires dotting the coastal landscape, seeming so peaceful and natural from this distance compared to the sources of chaos they were when you were in the thick of it.

Disregarding her question, you continue with what you were going to say earlier. “We're a team. We should be looking out for one another. And you're making it unnecessarily difficult.”

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“I do my own thing. No warnings, no communication. Disappear and reappear when the time is right. How I function. How I've always functioned.”

You simmer in annoyance at her reluctance to connect with you right now. “What is going on? Really. Randomly scouting against Blackburn's express orders? You've been completely gone for over a month. You've minimized contact with the rest of us as much as possible, abandoning us at the drop of a hat when you are forced to associate with us and don't you dare pretend this is how it has always been.”

“It is,” she lies. “Drop people when they slow me down.”

“Not your friends,” you counter.

“Don't have friends. Not in this business. Can't afford them.”

Anger finally rises in its entirety to your cheeks as you can't help but explode. “Do not give me that!” you practically snarl at her. Her head snaps to the side, staring into your glowing, glaring pupils as you give yourself a moment to calm down. You shake your head at her deflections. “Look, I don't know if you think you're being subtle about this, but I'm not so easily fooled. Whenever Rowe encounters a problem her first instinct is to run away and isolate herself. And you're doing the same exact thing! Why are you acting like this?”

Silence descends as Kyra purses her lips and looks forward. You study her face looking for some sign of emotion but she maintains that unreadable mask even now.

. . .

A cool, night sea breeze blows past, causing you to shiver. Kyra is unfazed by the cold.

. . .

“It's my fault,” she eventually informs you.

You furrow your brow, confused. “What's your fault?”

“All of it,” she expands upon her original statement with even more vagueness.

“What are you talking about?”

“Remember the two heists? Ones I pulled the same night?”

“Yeah,” you recall, nodding your head. “The nobleman's sword and the lockbox on the boat.”

“Lockbox contained important documents. Couldn't steal them, though. Part of the contract. Had to copy the contents down. Kinda like tonight.”

You eye her warily as your mind begins to work, connecting the various threads. She meets your gaze unflinchingly.

“It was a list of names,” she tells you point blank.

You gulp. “I don't suppose –”

“Alan Percival Rodain,” she speaks your full name from memory. “Never use your middle name. Why's that?”


>It's my father's name
>Did you know what you were doing?
>So you regret it then?
>You jeopardized the entire nation's security for coin
>You should have said something
>Something else? (write-in)

>>1026767
>It's my father's name

SoL shenanigans time?

When do we split the party and take Kori to go solo King Cold, and let the Dark Nimbus get poofed

I'm not bitter about EQ, but it is very funny how bipolar anons are

>>1027247
And the salt continues

>>1029584

make me and all the still burning coals spill out of it onto the floor. I catch my breath, breathing out a sigh of relief as I feel my heart pounding in my chest from this morning surprise. I can't remember how the hell I got into this thing after I set it on fire last night, since Yvette wanted to keep the windows open to get some fresh air into our room through the night.

Judging from how many towels she's placed around, it stormed through the night....glad it didn't get to any of my things.

I blink, slowly waking up as that cold morning air clears my head of my drowsiness, while the coals cool under my legs....Thank god mum bought me fire proof pajamas or today would've started off even worse.

"Oh May, you're awake!" Yvette shouts from across the room, making me glance up and see her mixing together something in a bright red bowl, a jar of peanut butter, the bag of sugar and a few dirty measuring cups sitting on the counter next to her "Sorry if the smell's bothering you, I just thought a batch of peanut butter cookies would be a nice apology for nearly flooding the room...and a nice treat to wake up to"

I snort and scratch my head, not saying a thing as I try and figure out how I get off this thing without tipping it over.

She giggles nervously as she goes back to making her cookies

"Just a week with a roommate and already I've nearly ruined our room" She says guiltily, as my phone begins to ring....with Jessie's ring tone

What do I do?
[]Tell Yvette not to worry about it
[] Tease the tree
[] Chew her out, angrily
[]Accuse her of trying to make me fat
[] See why Jessie's calling me and what she wants
[] Ask her why she's always baking
[] Take a shower, clean my scales and go for a morning walk
[] Search the room for Rowen, make sure she isn't around
[] See if Yvette needs any help with the cookies
[]Try and figure out what I want to do today
[] write in

>>1029588
>[]Tell Yvette not to worry about it
>[] Tease the tree
>[]Accuse her of trying to make me fat
>[] See why Jessie's calling me and what she wants
>[] Ask her why she's always baking

>>1029588
>[]Accuse her of trying to make me fat
>[] Ask her why she's always baking
>[] See if Yvette needs any help with the cookies

When that hilariously fails,

>[] Take a shower, clean my scales and go for a morning walk
>[] See why Jessie's calling me and what she wants

post a number and name to get a country

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>>1029345
>19
>The United Slavic Republic

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>>1029345

new papua east new peaua new guinea pig island

1

>Your women withdrew with Ernalda, and learned a List of Names, which they promised not to repeat to the men.

>>1029149
>Your men and women donned gleaming armor and stood guard with Elmal, to protect the celebrants from Orlanth's many enemies

>>1029186
Aw come on. It's always Orlanth or Elmal.

I want a list of secret names.

Pay debts

Rolled 95, 32 = 127 (2d100)

>>1022769
Nation: Avaros
Location: The Green Wood
Race: Avian
Religion: Spiritual/Realistic Pacifists. They don't believe in any higher powers. Believe life is precious, but also accept that violence is a part of life and is sometimes necessary and unavoidable.
Specialty: Medicine. You'd be hard pressed to find better doctors.

Fluff: Winged humans, the Avarosi came to the Green Wood a generation ago after being driven from their ancestral mountain home by invaders. Doctors by trade, they took advantage of their flight to better aid their neighbors quickly. As a nation of healers, they are a peaceful lot who prefer to avoid violence. They've seen quite a bit of violence, as they've often served as neutral parties on battlefields, tending to the wounded of either side. Because of their experience with violence, despite their aversion to it they understand that it is simply unavoidable at times, and train some of their people to learn to fight, preferring ranged weapons such as bows and crossbows, making use of their flight.
While it doesn't give them quite the same advantage as the mountains, they have taken to living high in the tall trees of the Wood.

Population: 525
(Archers: 75. 2.5*)

Weapons: 5* bows

Resources:Masterwork Juice, Cherry and Berry Wine/Beer, Wood, Cherries/berries, Alcohol

Buildings: Simple houses, Lumber Mill

Train Bowmen

Send out scouts to survey the lands outside the Wood.

Rolled 75, 3 = 78 (2d100)

>>1022769
Nation name: The Chilling Kingdom of Old
Race: Frost giants
Location:The Ice Barrens
Worship: They believe the entirety of the Barrens is where they're first people were created and it was what guided them eons ago. However when the Brun empire conquered the lands the giants were unknowingly put into a deep slumber in their tunnel citys under the barrens. Now they awake and know now is the time for them to prosper.


Regarding the Brunish Mystery, TGC reveals that the Maesar plane suffered an Ice Age due to an battle him and Flame had in the Ascendant Plane, home of gods. The Brunish. During the ice age, suddenly disappeared. That's all he knows.

Specialty: Ice Magic level 3, Capable of advanced Ice Spells:3.5 in 1 turns

Materials: Wyrd

Pop:583 Ice Giants, 45 Ursine, 426 humans

Buildings: Greater Temple, Great Fort around the entrance of the Ice Warrens. The city of Frjósa around the great fortress

Military: 58 Frost Giant Crusaders with Ice Weaponry, Shamans with Wyrdstone Staff Focuse's

Passive: Missionaries preaching the Word of the Great Cold

Well those radicals are problem, but we'll deal with it later. For now start freezing the confederacy of freehold with the shamans.

Now as for the problem east we'll be working on something. We are going to attempt to craft a body of titanic size out of Ice that will be controled by multiple shamans so It can move and attack in the event of conflict. Of course we expect this to take quite some time to complete. So basically the colossus of Rhodes but made of Ice and can be moved by enough shamans. Also it would look like TGC.

>Ask for possible political tasks.
>You learned a lot about noble behaviour so far. Why not learn more about it?
>See how the viking traders are doing. You can also take a look at the other traders, while you are at it.
>You're going to get a sibling. You should make something for them. (What?)
>You feel like a walk. Why not go out and enjoy the day? Maybe you even find something of interest.
>Teach Maurice about law and related things, if his schedule allows for it. If he stays true to his dream, he might one day be a Lord again.
>Talk to (who?) about (what?)
>Train in (what?)
>Work our magic in the kitchen. We have a lot of work until we will truly be a master of it.
>We're officially a knight now, but this doesn't mean we should slack off. Let's get some martial routine. (General? A certain thing?)
>This new dance is great. Maybe we can perfect it today?
>We should train our swordsmanship further. Alphonse might be ready for another lesson, right?
>The food reserves have grown, but more can't hurt, right? Let's get something. (Hunt? Gather? Something else?)
>Visit a production site. It will be good for morale, which will be good for production output.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1022784
>Ask for possible political tasks.
>You learned a lot about noble behaviour so far. Why not learn more about it?

>>1022909
Alright. Roll me 2d20+1 for your learning success. Best of three.

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Updated forever invite

https://discord.gg/eJy5WNS

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