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>>492786
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TECH -| Ballistic Pendulums - 1
TECH -| Strange Vehicle, Decipher - 3
MILITARY -| Research Remoraid - 0
MILITARY -| Howitzer - 2
POLITICAL -| Political Survey - 4
POLITICAL -| Contact, Meriden and Molkasia - 1
SOCIAL -| Youth Organization - 0
ESPIONAGE -| Culture Spread, Karovia - 3

The research on Remoraid has been completed. Designs for a new attachment, a sniper scope, to the Láska-Stárek Bolt Action and Kolar-Kasun is now available for development using a Military slot. Also available is the Water Cannon, which may be used to wash walls, fight fires and disperse protesters whenever needed.

The new 'Young Monster Caretaker Association' has been created to aid the development of young monsters and to inspire them to do great things while teaching them skills like carpentry, welding, leadership and such. Another benefit is that through this program, young minds will be easier to keep a hold of and become loyal members of the state- something that hasn't been made public.

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"Hmmm..., we'd like to learn more about the situation in these lands before making a formal decision. Things are still open to discussion however and we hope to have future dealings with all of you."

The response was vague enough to assure Mihael and Pavli that Valornia isn't that willing to jump in headfirst. Krištof is okay with the decision, hoping Valornia would wish to talk later on.

The parties in the room give their permission for the envoy to continue searching for Groudon and are given special permission to cross their borders, as long as the deal is kept.

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With the announcement of a new continent, the government has been working hard to try and figure something out. It wasn't long ago when they found Rulona, or rather, rediscovered it considering they possibly migrated from that land... presumably.

Although Valornia has colonized before, it was only minor islands to the southwest but another continent is a different story. One suggestion that has been making rounds is the idea of making an official charter of colonization, detailing how colonization may work. A large proponent is advocating that within this charter, the local populace of tribes and such are to be left alone for now, something that is agreed on. It was only 100-200 years ago that Valornia was a mere tribal state itself.

But the charter will need more than that, some other things must be evaluated:

>Resources - How much does the colony keep? 20% or 40%?
>Trade - Should Valornia handle a colonies trade or let them handle it?
>Should the colony be governed directly or have it's own sub-governence?
>What rights do the colonists have over there? Are they full citizens of Valornia or are citizens of the colonial state?
>Should the colonial state be able to pass its own law or must it go through Valornia first?

Choose one answer for each.

>>492885
-In the beginning, the colony gets to keep 40% with the expectation to lower 20% after things are settled
-trade should be handled by valornia at first, with partial transition after
-governed directly until at least 1 major port+major city are created
-full citizens of valornia, but acknowledge that they will become "colonials"
-go through valornia for now

>>492924
actually, change the percentage from 60% to allow ample growth to 30% later

>>492236
OP, I'd rather you make those choices yknow.

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>>492236
So let’s start with race. What are you and where did you come from?
>Human – No real advantages or disadvantages but notably are the tallest race in the land. The majority of the Imperial Realm’s population is humans and they tend to be able to adapt to any environment or region with ease. Humans tend to come from two regions of the Imperial Realm, the Realm itself or Omrachena Zemli to the Northeast, however they can come from any region, including the Kingdom of Pommes to the South.
>Elf – Graceful and elegant, but often on the frail end, elves stand a full head shorter than humans but often can live about twice as long. Representing a minority in the Realms, they never the less are considered to have substantial political sway amongst the nobility due to the large number of elven family members in the Imperial Royal Family. The extent to which this is true however may vary. Elves tend to come from Albero Città or its surrounding environs, however on rare occasion may originate elsewhere.

>Dwarf – Stout and powerful, but usually lack some degree of finesse, dwarves are a head shorter than even the elves but share similar longevity, living about one and a half times a human lifespan. While the decision of the Dwarven Clans to maintain a degree of autonomy from the rest of the Imperial Realm has hurt their standing amongst the nobility, the talent and skill of their craftsmen have won them friends throughout the land, particularly amongst the merchants who trade their goods. Most Dwarves come from Hammerburg, the largest dwarven city state in the Realm, although other holds are certainly present.

>Other – These three are not the only races to live in the Imperial Realm. There is plenty of variety to choose from, although without being a major population, they may not be looked on fondly by those unfamiliar with them.

>>492257
>>Human – No real advantages or disadvantages but notably are the tallest race in the land. The majority of the Imperial Realm’s population is humans and they tend to be able to adapt to any environment or region with ease. Humans tend to come from two regions of the Imperial Realm, the Realm itself or Omrachena Zemli to the Northeast, however they can come from any region, including the Kingdom of Pommes to the South.

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Here are the three tribes to choose from currently. More will be revealed through exploration.

>>490812
I'm the blue guy

>>490812
I'll set up in the most north and to the right. Right where that river is.
Named it Sea Hold.
Anything else I need to know, or do?

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The coalition force has been broken up. The capital city of Luoyang has burned down. Already you hear news that the other lords of the realm are gathering troops and preparing to attack one another. The last vestige of Han power has waned and the time of lords at hand. You make your way back to Chen commandery with your remaining troops and Zhang He in tow.

Lu Fan sighs along the journey and he is saddened by the failure of the coalition.

“The reign of the Han that has long since prospered, and to whom's bounty we have enjoyed has finally come to a close. Decades of ancestral tombs and knowledge have been desecrated by Dong Zhuo. All things must come to an end, but what a pain to see a long dynasty tumble down.”

“But it is by this opportunity that new heroes may arise,” Hao Xian says. “Though the end of an empire may be a tragedy, the fires that burned it down create a new place of growth. We can be the seeds to a new, better dynasty.”

What do you say on the matter?

>the Han was weak and corrupt, no sympathy
>we must all mourn the passing of a great empire

>>493273
Hey, just read through the archives for this quest.

I also participated in the original TKQ back in 2014 and glad to see that there's a new version.

>>493273
>>we must all mourn the passing of a great empire

>>499975
Waste time by talking to Snacks and not doing our work. Also, avoid Cross Boss.

>>499978
As some bald guy aims the fork to its spaghetti you take the dish from him and leave without a word, go to the kitchen, and empty it in the trashcan in front of Snacks. You hear someone cursing behind you, getting closer.

>>499991
Hide in the broom closet. With Snacks. Possibly do /lewd/ things while hiding.

>>498392

Sounds interesting. Whats up for vote first?

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Your first choice will be the nation you are under, to keep things simple we will go with the basic ones. Your nation will determine you starting career, your initial loadout, and a good place to start.
Cygnar: A nation rich with resources and tech, they invented the key component to make warjacks function, as well as perfect tesla technology. Cyganr may be wealthy in its roots but its histroy is soaked in blood, and you dont get where you are today without burying a few people along the way.
Khador: With their origins set deep in Russian lore, they are a proud but poor nation, they are highly resource starved in a cold place. They make up for the losses in proud culture, strong men, and a will to survive
Menoth: In a world where god is a known fact, the protectorate of menoth follows and worships their god with absolute unshakable faith. The menite church believes the true path for men is to be cleansed in holy fire.
Cryx: A nation led by a dragon named Toruk, they are a diverse and powerful nation, unfortunately most of the nations inhabitants are undead thralls. But some find themselves working for the cryx with their souls intact.
Mercenaries: Outcasts of other nations, their loyalty is kept in hard cold iron and gold, they are led by powerful leaders and hold a honor code among themselves, but life for a mercenary is never easy, getting your hands dirty is just part of the day.

>>498452

Mercanaries

ALSO KEEP IT CIVILIZED, NO TWO PEOPLE CAN ATTACK THE SAME PERSON AT THE SAME TIME, ONLY THE FIRST CHALLENGER WILL BE VALID.

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HERE, OP STARTS, I'M HELENA, WAIFU OF DADDY NURGLE. 2 WOUNDS OPEN TO CHALLENGE

Rolled 6, 21, 88 = 115 (3d100)

Graak the Ripper

KHORNE(TRIPLE WIELDING): YOU ROLL ONE EXTRA DICE

>>497174
BURN! MAIM! KILL!

(Sorry QM, the blood must flow, it was either you or me)

>>494293
Power.

Wishing vaguely is always a good idea.

You don't know what the Future hold, but weakness would surely not be allowed, so you Wish for Power, it can come in many form, but you just hope that a time will come where you have enough of it.

A year passes quietly.

You are sparing with your Brother, holding a small wooden sword. Your started to train with the Sword shortly after your previous birthday.
Your are quite gifted with it, as if the sword was a part of you, you already causes huge headache to your brother even if his 10 years older than you. You can't harm him, but you're agile enough to touch him.
Araan, the Master-at-Arms is standing to the side, watching your duel, a smile on his face.
After another couple of minute he intervene.
"Alright Warriors, I think it's enough for today, go wash yourselves before you mother start lecturing you."

Happy with your stand-off against you brother. You go merrily to the Bathroom.In the Bathtub you keep on thinking about Power, you think you've found the Path you'll walk on, the Sword.

Another couple of year goes on, During this time your prowess with the sword keep on improving, 8 years old, and now only the Master-at-arms is able to stand against you evenly. The Sword has become a part of you, you dream about it. And sometime you stare at Forged sword for hours. You long for one, but inexplicably, none of those you take in hand seems to fit you, after a few round with any, you just feel uncomfortable.

Your father ,one day, come talk to you:
"I know that you're a smart kid, and i see that you dedicate yourself fully to the Way of the Sword. And you also know that you'll hit a wall sooner or later if you stay here, but i can't pay for any Military Academy, the Household can't afford it."

You look at your father in the eye, determination in your heart, you know he wouldn't come here without an idea.

*Sigh*
"But indeed they are other way. The Easiest would be to get yourself sponsored by another Family, you have talent, and surely some mightier Family would pay for strong warrior. I have a few friend in the capital that could introduce you to those kind of family. But you'll have to know that if you get accepted, you'll be forever tied to them, if you ever leave, then your Honor, and Loyalty will be questioned, and your Reputation ruined... The Harder way would be to travel through the wilderness, hunt treasure, and hone your skill through hardship, You already are strong enough to defend yourself against commoner, but the Dangers of the Wilderness is beyond what you've seen before. but at least you'll keep your freedom."

You ponder the word of your father, not sure of the decision you should take.

"Nothing is urgent, take your time to think about it, But no matter your choice, i'll help you with the best i can do."

Looking through your bedroom window, you wonder about the outside.

What path to take?

>>494337
>The hard path.

Let's become an adventurer!

There's more loot that way.

>>494273
Huh?where the fuck am i? Im Ace

>>494273
Alice.

>>494273
Freddie

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Arriving in the market, you extract from one of your saddlebags a long list of items which you've set out to find. Your first stop is bladesmith just off the market square which Ser Cedrick vouched for as the most skilled in all of Lys. His workshop is little more than a long wooden shack set up in an alleyway between two much larger buildings, but stepping inside the quality of the steel on display is undeniable. Everything on display, from the farmer's scythe hanging near the front of the shop to the enormous flame-bladed greatsword hanging behind the brick forge, possessed an undeniable quality.

You're greeted by an apprentice shortly after stepping into the shop, a boy perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old in a soot-stained apron who stinks of burnt hair. Drawing forth your current blade you lay it out on a counter and explain that you're looking for a replacement, your bastard sword having served well for the past few years. The apprentice ask you a few follow up questions, whether you want something made custom or would content yourself with some of their preexisting work, and after a time he vanishes into a back room.

It's some few minutes later that the boy emerges with a scabbard in hand, the leather inlaid with gracefully swirling lines of silver. The sword's hilt is largely unadorned save for its wrapping of fine black leather. Drawing the blade forth the white metal gleams brilliantly in the warm light of the forge and testing its edge against a plucked hair you're pleased to find it splits the silver thread with apparent ease.

Satisfied you pay the boy four dragons, the price being reduced by the sale of your current sword. That done you briefly affix the new blade to your hip before turning towards the shop's doors. It's on your way out that you notice the thin, graceful blade hanging on the wall. It has a basket hilt and a supremely practical design, the only true decoration being an enormous fire opal which serves as the sword's pommel. The orange gemstone glitters prettily in the firelight, and you're reminded of Sereya's earlier admission that she quite missed the blade she wielded before being captured by your mercenary band.

On a whim, you purchase the dancing blade in addition to your own, the cost negligible compared to the vast sums of wealth you've accumulated over the last few months. You likewise purchase a scabbard for the blade, decorated with a spiderweb of gold across its wooden surface. With the dueling sword likewise strapped to your hip, you make your way into the marketplace and begin to wander in search of your next destination.

(1/3)

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You asked after the tailor from which Ser Mathis ordered your current outfit, in all its flamboyant glory. Much as you might not like the style, the quality was undeniable. Finding the woman's shop is a matter of but a few minutes and you spend perhaps an hour discussing what you'd like with the proprietor or getting measured for any number of various articles of clothing. In the end you purchase five new outfits and pay six dragons for the lot. It would have been five, but you paid extra to ensure she'd have them ready come tomorrow afternoon.

Stopping at an inn just off the market you take a somewhat early lunch, enjoying a manner of pastry stuffed with peppery sausage and melted cheese. It's hot on the tongue but the chilled wine you ordered to accompany the dish, a golden Lysene vintage, does much to soothe what heat it possessed. Asking around the common room for the most skilled armorer in town, you're surprised by how unanimous the answers are. Each and every man in the inn points you towards a shop some few blocks from the marketplace where a man by the name of Marten has his shop.

Making your way through winding streets and narrow alleys, you shortly find yourself standing before a truly grand workshop just off the marketplace as the inn's patrons described. It is perhaps three stories tall, and the ring of metal striking metal rings through the air even over the hum of the constantly bustling crowds. Stepping inside you find yourself in a surprisingly well-appointed sitting area, the walls decorated with all manner of curios and novelties. You see a severed eye floating in a jar of some foul smelling concoction, and the enormous skull of a dragon dominates the desk opposite the doorway. It's no small wonder that a guard stands at the entrance to ensure the safety of what are no doubt priceless treasures.

A servant bows low as you step into the room proper, and after explaining your desire to commission a masterwork he vanishes into one of the man corridors branching off the room in search of his master. You're only left waiting a few minutes, and the various curiosities filling the room are more than enough to occupy your time. In fact you're caught unaware by a companionable slap upon the back, and whirl around to find a short, bookish looking fellow staring up at you with a wide grin. “Hello! Vyren said you wished to commission a piece. What sort might you be interested in?”

You found it odd how eager the little man seemed, practically bouncing up and down at the prospect of work. It's clear he didn't want for money, and everyone you've spoken with saw fit to mention his immense skill. You were expecting a weary old man, burdened by an immense backlog of orders. “I require a new suit of plate, my current set being some few years old and quite battered.”

(2/3)

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The man you presume to be Marten strokes his beard contemplatively, assessing you with a careful eye. “What sort were you hoping for? Something purely of practical make, or perhaps a little more decorated? Something regal and commanding, or frightful and intimidating? Anything specific in mind as to its appearance?”

>You want something dark and intimidating, to strike fear into your enemies.
>You want something shining and regal, that you might inspire admiration in your men.
>What are you, some kind of prancing faggot? A plain suit of armor will do, the best he can manage.
>Write-in

>Anything specific in terms of decoration?
>Yes (Write-in)
>No

Not going to be posting too often in this thread, but I'll probably post one more time tonight and intermittently throughout the week.

>>492962
>Marine: They are responsible for conducting shore operations, serving as the ship's guards and police force when not in combat and boarding other ships. Formerly drawn directly from the Army, the standalone Marines have only existed for twenty years. They have a well-deserved reputation for toughness, and are the only branch that will accept magic-users. The highest rank is General.

First one to five votes wins.

>>492962
>>Deck Officer: These men and women handle steering the ship and commanding gun turrets. Seen as the most prestigious ratings, they are mostly upper-class and from families with extensive Navy backgrounds. The highest rank you can attain is Admiral.
If we can command the battleship, it'll be worth it.

The Cáurr had huddled in their burrows, watching as their attackers fell from the sky like hail, meeting the ground, and their disappointing fate, with equal haste. Now they had brought themselves to action, swarming the bog and piercing the air with foreign war cries.

There are two others standing up, a tráel and an ambátt. You do not know the man’s name, and why would you? They are both slaves, after all. Dana, however, the ambátt shieldmaiden, you do recognize. Remaining oblivious to her reputation would prove difficult after spending more than a few hours on Drekkar, the Vereingjar frigate you’ve spent the last three weeks on. You remember seeing her back on launch bay, boarding the adjacent Sn-3KKJA dropship.

They are holding their own in the marsh, staining it with the discolored blood of their exotic foes. But for how long? They are severely outnumbered. If… no, when the Cáurr get through them, there will be nothing stopping the savage creatures from getting to you.

You snap out of your gaze over the increasingly carnaged landing site, you have to focus on yourself, before it’s too late. Your parachute is still attached to you with titanium-infused paracord, it's going to limit your mobility to all but none. You do have a knife in a thigh sheath, the only tool (or weapon, if worse comes to worst) currently accessible. You could at least cut yourself free from the parachute, but it would probably take a while.

Your outer armor is cooling rapidly but it's still hot from entering the atmosphere; touching it right now with the thin inside of your gloves might melt the fabric and burn your hand underneath it. Most of your equipment is beneath the chestplate and out of reach until the armor has been removed, one way or another. There is a manual explosive decoupling mechanism for emergency use only. You would not have thought twice about it if it wasn't for the hull damage which led to the primary mechanism failing. If the plating has been bent in a way so that the charge is aimed inwards, or even sideways, it could kill you.

>Trigger explosive decoupler
>Get to work on that paracord
>Call for help, dignity is of no use to the dead

>>492717
>Call for help, dignity is of no use to the dead

>>492717
>Get to work on that paracord

Last thread

>>483771
>>483771
>>483771

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>492373

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>492373

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The next two weeks quickly pass, you've been helping Melwyn and Jeor in pacifying the few remaining bandits groups active at the outskirts of your lands your presence more to show House Fraser's renewed status to the smallfolk than anything.

Many of those groups surrendered peacefully, preferring forced labor or the lash instead of a watery grave, while a small pocket ran for the lands of Houses Fyrik and Brynsalt in hope to escape justice, though free of relative banditry for now it'll be a long time effort to actually see order set into your lands. Patrols will need to be more frequents and range further from the safety of your domains else all kind of scum will simply walk back into your unpatrolled borders.

Though lacking real combat experience, your infantry unit used this time to coordinate and act as one, for now until they shed blood against an organized force they are used as a peace keeping force, much to the delight of your smallfolk.

Fraserholm though smaller than a castle needs a certain amount of workers for the day to day chores be it cooking, cleaning or washing the various things that need washing and barely had the numbers to do the most basic of tasks. Your decisive actions and your continued efforts brought a great many of the smallfolk begging to enter into the proper service of the House, though many of the most sensitive duty are still done by the senior members of the staff you've found yourselves meeting newer faces more often than not when walking about the corridors.

>>491866
Oh boy

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One of these newest faces is the red headed girl you've met on your hunt for Olyvar, the intense blush that spread on her face after you caught her forgetting her work while she stared at you put you in a mischievous mood and you made a game of making her blush and squeak in embarrassment as many time as you could much to the amusement of her fellow workers and the other males that would look eagerly on her figure.

Your antics where noticed by your captains who would take pleasure in making both you and the red haired girl whose name is still unknown.

>Roll me a 3d2 to see how much bonus your actions earned you in Influence, Law, and Power.
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>>491324
>there are greater secrets to uncover as well

>>491324
>And I will find that way, whatever the cost

>>491324
>>But that's a secondary concern, there are greater secrets to uncover