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>>47632547
>Current resource reserves
Nutrients: 16 MN
Metals: 10 MM
Credits: ₡2,226
Credits in Lyle’s account: ₡1,175,000

Active trade routes
[establishing] Leeland – Lanway: HMS Orphan, Captain John Spreckels

>Construction underway
[Citadel Hive ship] – 50%

>Formed fleets and orders
Small Heavy Defense Fleet [Patrolling Leeland space]
10 Heavy Battle Fleet [Awaiting orders]
5 Missile Ambush Fleet [Awaiting orders]
25 Light Fleets [Awaiting orders]
20 Light Fleets [Under construction]

Clone upkeep/special projects and expenses
25 Human captives of the USV Hope – 750
[Gemini]
3 Taidaren Hybrids (105)
4 Human flash clone upkeep – 120
18 Human hybrid clone upkeep – 540
Specializations:
>Tech
>Engineer
>Brawler
[Hive space]
100 Human Hybrids – 3,000
Lyle Rogers – 57
Jackob Eisner – 56
Dillon Reager – 30
Clone/project upkeep – 3,908N

>>47632547
YESSSS I JUST CAUGHT ITSD START!!! but i cant type much due to left hand surgery. Welcome back QD!

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>>47632573
Disclaimer: resource management has changed drastically, and has likely gone down in many places, but so has costs. Income and costs may continue to change based on your feedback and balancing issues that may arise. Please forgive any horrible issues that may arise as we switch over to Hive Queen Quest second edition. As a quick introductory course, here are the basic rules.

Every planet has a stat for every resource ranging from 0-100 representing quantity, availability, and ease of extraction and processing of that resource, as well as a development stat that represents the level of infrastructure present on the planet. Drone population will rise automatically with the development score, automating worker production as well as maintaining a basic but competent militia of drones of a balanced variety chosen from your designs.
To calculate a planet's income, you add the planet's resource stat to the stat bonus of any structures, then multiply by the development score. Due to balance issues, nutrient income is multiplied by 1k as well, using the following equations.

(Nutrient stat + structures) * 1k * dev score + modifiers = Nutrient income total
(Metal stat + structures) * dev score + modifiers = Metal income total

The upkeep of planets and their structures are no longer given as hard numbers, but are taken from the planet's income total or infer penalties to one or more of the planet's stats. Some may have other effects or special costs or effects, both good and bad, and in general is all subject to change based on feedback.

spellcaster edition

Play a game of real D&D with new books coming out all the time, like 4e

You're having fun wrong

Unbalanced

>Had a great game of F.A.T.A.L. last night
>Everyone had fun, and we'll be playing again next week

>Friday I played anima
>Like for over a year
>It's a great system
>We have fun
>Next day we played GURPS
>Then today we laugh at the mongoloids on /tg/ that are unable to do basic math

Strenghts:
>Oddball characters and general craziness. If other games try to be The Road or Left 4 Dead, PBTA is Mad Max and proud of it.
>"Cinematic". Like all VB games, it's made to give support to the action but never get on its way. No MUH REALISMS AND BALANCED PHYSICS here.
>Really simple to learn and play. Has just the right amount of crunch to get you going, but never gets cluttered.

Weaknesses:
>You'll have a hard time homebrewing it. PBTA works by setting rather rigid character templates (maybe not very rigid if you're used to D&D, but if you come from, say, Savage Worlds, it's very restrictive) and it's pretty hard to make new templates or a free character creation system that balances well with the rest of the rules. If you're trying to play PBTA in your setting, you'll have a really bumpy road ahead of you. At least the setting is quite vague so you can give it your own twist.

I played a couple games with it, in wich all players were members of a post-apoc biker gang, in a world where almost everything was some kinda pop culture reference. Like, we had a tribe of bikers that dressed like 19th century dragoons, carried Union Jacks and venerated Ed, the zombie god of glorious death, and the biker gang the players belonged to was one long Pink Floyd reference. Had lots os fun, would want to try Icelandic Sagas.

>What has your experience with the PBtA system been?
Played about a half dozen of them. Had a blast pretty much every game. I'd easily call it my favorite system to play. I'll give about any PBtA game a shot at least once, even if I don't normally have much interest in the theme of it.

>What are its strengths?
- In a "good" PBtA game, the theme is super strong. Monster of the Week? On-point to simulate Buffy, Supernatural, X-files and any other supernatural MotW game. Monsterhearts? Sexy supernatural teen drama. etc. The games tweak the mechanics to reinforce their chosen theme and often end up making it a stellar experience.
- Easy to pick up and keep track of. Don't have to think much about numbers and can focus on story.
- Easy to adapt to a different PbtA game if you want to switch to a new theme.

>What are its weaknesses?
- Players who have trouble speaking up and contributing will flag without a GM holding their hand.
- Players who don't dig narrative games will get bored.
- Longer campaigns are more difficult to do without switching out characters or restarting a character from ground zero.


>What PBtA game do you find the most enjoyable?
For me, Monsterhearts. I love sexy, twisted character drama and "superpowers".

Nice system but it falls apart after few sessions. It really isn't made for longer stories.

A//N: It’s supposed to be July, not June as I mistakenly said last thread.
[Tuesday, July 2nd 2015, 4:00 PM]

With the destruction of the dryad’s grove, there is little reason for both you and MacKay to stay here. And that’s ignoring the two demons that are still there, who’s glares you can feel digging into your back. It does not bother you…too much. Even though there’s a tiny part inside of you that questions if you could have done things differently, you can walk and rest easy knowing that you made the best choice with the available options.

But with that said, you have no desire to get into an argument with the spriggan and the goblin any time soon. And even if you did, they’re going to be the ones to go to you. You’re not that much of an ass to loudly proclaim the moral superiority of your argument. Especially when the death of their friend just got twenty times worse than it already was to begin with.

You peel off your helmet, rubbing the back of your sleeve across your sweaty forehead. It comes away damp, sticky with an unholy amalgamation of sweat, soot, and all other kinds of unpleasantness.

Christ, what a fucking mess. Both situational and otherwise.

>You are now level 20!
>You may now fuse and control demons up to your current level!

>Le Perk System
>Every two levels you will receive a perk.
>Every ten levels, you will receive two perks.
>Every twenty five levels, you may add a ‘+’ to a Stat of your choice.

>Please select two perks:
>Deadshot (Rank 2): Guns do 15% Bonus Damage
>Heightened Senses: +10 to Perception Tests.
>Nice Guy (Rank 2): Demons recruited through negotiation start with an additional 15% Loyalty.
>Penetrator: Pierce-type weapons do an additional 10% more damage, rounding to the closest whole number.
>Slugger: Bash-type weapons do an additional 10% damage, rounding to the closest whole number.

>>47611973
>Deadshot (Rank 2): Guns do 15% Bonus Damage
>Heightened Senses: +10 to Perception Tests.

>>47611973
>Deadshot (Rank 2): Guns do 15% Bonus Damage
>Heightened Senses: +10 to Perception Tests.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>47632367

>>47632757
So, the Imperium spotted us in M37

Now, let's see what biome we have.

Roll 1d8

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>47632786

>>47628845
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>>47628845
>Sara
Welcome back Big Spider!

>>47628845
>Sara
I want to vote for Aria kind of but Sara wins out in the end. As she should.

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“Not until I give the word.”

“Understood Lord.”

Glancing around Yondril you find three faces looking at you with wildly varying visages. Ser Lyonel Langly looks at you with disconcern, his face hardly showing emotion, his hands and feet unbound as he sat in his chair beside the other two. Marceline Sand, the saboteur, looks at you with absolute horror, or rather around you. Her wrists strained against the ropes keeping them in place, the marks there were the least of her concerns however, her mouth was an absolute disaster from Elionwy’s beating, dried blood trailed down from her ear where Obella had gotten to her likely never having healing properly, and above her eye was the unhealed cut from Yondril’s hooked knife. The last Belidos, of the five Captains of the Bright Banners is the most active of the three, he struggles against the iron restraints that keeps his arms and legs in place, Lucas Longwaters stand behind him half-swording his blade in full plate. The look upon his face is of absolute and true spite, fury courses through his veins his breath a ragged anger fueled thing, his eyes bulging so hard you’d think they fit to burst.

Unlatching Yondril’s hooked blade from your belt and handing it to him you see Lady Sand’s expression go from abject horror to total dread, tears beginning to swell in her eyes and the incoherent babbling leaving her lips. Lucas taps her shoulder with the flat of his blade as she begins pushing back on the floor in an attempt to escape. Yondril begins at his whetstone as he often did, crossing the room to where your ‘guests’ sat as you took your place at a desk across from them, propping your feet up and fixing them with a level gaze.

“My dear Lady wife will be joining us shortly.” you say flatly, “In that time I’ll be catching up on some letters, so do keep it down if you would be so kind. I’d recommend taking the time to truly consider how important it is to keep those secrets.”

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Breaking the sanguine wax seahorse seal from Ser Jon Longwaters you find a rather quick and to the point letter from your friend and ally. In short his men had begun to track the pirates that had been plaguing him and the shipments of iron inbound to your lands. All signs had begun to lead back towards a small cove outside of the Blackwater Bay, a few of their skippers were lost out about that way before his men had to break off their pursuits. At a guess the captain of his flagship had said there was seven to ten ships, a good handful of them had been the small skippers, a couple of fat cogs that lumbered behind the main force and most importantly their own flagship stripped down galley that dipped 60 oars. The Kingcrab if you had to guess yourself. The Velaryons were still being difficult in offering aid though he was in the process of finishing another five ships and manning them to equal their own numbers. He requested a visit, either you coming to him post Tourney in Highgarden that he did not intend to go to, or him to you once you returned home, whichever you preferred. Mostly to talk shop and plan on how to deal with them, and though not as importantly for you to meet his newborn daughter Isis Longwaters. You smile briefly remembering when he asked leave to honor your sister, all the better that Lorelei had been born, no doubt Obella had already informed Lady Saraya Vollion and they were making plans as woman were want to do.

The second letter was sealed with the blue eagle of House Arryn, you were loathe to see it, assuming you were being called to court again as you so often had been in the past year and a hald. You were instead pleasantly greeted with your sister’s handwriting. King’s Landing had been good to her you found, though the way she wrote you had imagined Lady Lysa Tully standing over her shoulder as she penned it. Much of it was retreading the same waters as she had in the previous letter but at the end she gave you a gut full of turmoil.

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“Six months is all the longer I may stay at court Brynden. Lord Arryn is doing his best to stave off Royce’s requests, demands rather, to have me return home so he may see his children. Though he can do little when the bastard shows up upon the doorstep of the Red Keep with the Queen in tow. You should have seen the look she gave me, how I wished to strike her right in that pompous face of hers...” You disliked it immensely, the assumption had been you would be keeping her out of harm’s way for far longer than that. Six months was hardly any time at all upon thought, hardly worth the deal you had made with Lady Tully at Obella’s expense no less.

Though the last letter gave you a degree of peace regarding the matter. The simple thing was written in rough form, no doubt by a man half practiced at the skill, the black wax poorly poured upon it and without any sigil. It read, “We’ve captured the wagon milord. Bringing her home in two weeks tops. Septon’s word was good. -R” A surprising bit of good news in all of the muck and mire of otherwise difficult times. Bribes inbound to the High Septon himself, who would have thought it. Perhaps there Septon Tytos truly did have good intentions.

The door creaks open pulling you from your letters and Obella strides in, the clicks of her heels causing Marceline Sand to cringe and shrink into her chair further. She regards your guests with a dismissive glance before coming to your side, you stand to offer her a seat a gesture that is accepted with a kiss upon your check. Mason closes the door entering last, giving you a quick nod before taking up position behind Obella and yourself, his hand rested upon the pommel of his mace.

>>47626469
Here's my suggestion to fight off them or at least stop them from taking the Vault.

Barricade everything, make it as hard as possible and take as long as possible to get to the vault, and then we basically hold a Stalingrad in Victory City. Our elite forces shall sneak onto anything that looks like a Flagship, and destroy it, and killing a spirelord if it is there, and taking the key.

>>47626590
Also Oldfag OP checking in

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Up to a million militiamen can fight to defend Victory, one of our most well-fortified cities, but the enemy has us beat hard on quality. The ships they've deployed wouldn't be able to match our Grand Fleet, but most of our naval forces are engaged in Ocras, along with a large part of our best men, our airforces and armored support. The defenders of Victory won't be able to call upon muc in terms of armor, but there is one other option available - in a secret military facility in the steppes we have at our disposal two operational atomic bombs with blast yields estimated at 20 kilotons of TNT each.
At this moment most of the enemy forces are loaded onto naval and aerial transports - a part of their vanguard has already disembarked. It is believed that if we were to use the bombs now at the enemy's main fleet the blast radius would at most affect only a small part of the coastal settlements around Oldranger Port.
We are sending as many forces as we can to Victory right now. The President must make an important choice.
A.The defenders of Victory will do their job - evacuate noncombatant civilians and use all conventional means we have to defend the city
B.Any man,woman or child who can take up arms will fight to defend Victory from the invaders!
C.Pull back what we can from Ocras to reinforce Victory - the airforces in Ocras will be able to arrive in about a day
D.Drop the A-Bomb
E.Other option

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>47626303
I'm in, if OP is still alive

>>47626610
Finally a reply!

Also we rolled standing force, so we're founded to just be there and make sure that no shenanigans happen nearby.

1d100 for when we were founded.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>47626653
Cursed founding get

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>>47624129

“Easy there, easy,” a soft voice murmurs to you, as someone helps to lift you upright, “Wake up Ira... Damn it, wake up already!” As the voice grows hard and irritated, you finally crack open your lonesome eye. As your mind returns to the present moment, you feel cold water around your legs, and a terrible ache in your chest.

You're awake, you grunt, you're wide awake.

“Good,” Soma sighs, taking a careful pace away from you as you stand, “I heard shouting... I thought I was too late...”

You're fine, you assure her, you've had worse. There was the time you caught a knife in the guts for one thing, and then there was the eye thing. You could go on, but you decide against it. Instead, you ask about the battle up above – how did it turn out?

“When I left, we had broken their backs,” Soma explains, “Something happened, I don't know what. All of a sudden, their attack just... faltered. Like every one of them had been stunned for a brief moment, the exact same moment. If it hadn't been for that, I might not be here right now. I mean, a lot of the soldiers didn't make it as it is – they were on the front line, protecting the rest of us with their lives.” She falls silent at that, her face grim. “I've had my problems with the military before, but seeing them like that...”

As she talks, more to herself than to you, you begin to fumble through the water and find the Ascetic's carcass. Lifting it from the water, you dump it on the stone path by the side of the tunnel. What was it that Mandragora said, so long ago? Something about not leaving garbage in someone's garden.

Well, that applies now. You'll take the body up and burn it. Really, it's more than the bastard deserved. Then, as you pick up the head, an idea comes to mind. Maybe you won't burn it – not straight away, at least.

“Are you taking-” Soma begins as you start to drag the body away, “Okay, you're taking it with you. Okay. Wait up!”

>>47624141

Soma is able to guide you back through the tunnels, through tight corridors and wide hallways, until you reach the entrance. All the time she leads you forwards, the only sound is that of the Ascetic's body scraping across the stone tiles. It's only when the stairs up are in sight that she finally speaks up.

“Okay, stop!” she pleads, putting herself between you and the stairs, “Why are you taking that with us?”

It's simple, you explain, you might be able to get some answers out of him.

“Ira, he's dead,” Soma says slowly, pausing before pointing at the corse, “Ira, you cut his head off.”

Still, you shrug, you've got your methods. Nodens taught you a little trick that might come in handy...

“Sure, why not?” she sighs, “Okay, look... I don't know what you're going to do to that thing, but you should do it somewhere private. Somewhere quiet. If you had other plans...”

Maybe you do. In the aftermath of such a bloody affair, you'll have a lot of catching up to do. Is there anywhere you should start, you ask Soma, has anyone been asking after you?

“Well, I'm sure Ra and the Emperor would like to know the situation,” Soma says, “But, personally... I'd start with the hospital. There were a lot of wounded men and women. Friends, you know?”

As is so often the way.

>Find a private place to investigate the Ascetic's corpse
>Visit the wounded
>Find Ra and explain the situation
>Other

>>47624153
>Find a private place to investigate the Ascetic's corpse
Let's get this done so we don't have to keep carrying a head around.

The walk through the forest is peaceful, well mostly, there are a few grumbles, but before too long you've reached another village, or at least, the ruins of one. And nearby, a camp where the other groups are setting up, as well as the Daves support staff.

You look around for the Daves, only to hear them yelling for all the club leaders – they're ready to give the mission briefing. Leaving your club to find a place to pitch their tents in the clearing, you head towards the yelling, finding the Daves gathered around a large illusionary map of the village, along with the heads of another ten or so club leaders.

“Ok, ok” says Dave “we all here yeah, good? Right, so this village is where we're playing. Scenario is this: village got overrun by orcs and goblins, some villagers got away. But buried under the floor in the temple here” he indicates the largest building “is a sacred icon of Maros. The groups will be told that they need to battle or sneak past the goblins and orcs to get it, but!” he holds up a finger for emphasis “we'll be introducing some other elements, it'll be different for each team: might be a rampaging monster, might be mercenaries or just bad weather or something else. Either way it can seriously hinder a group, or can be used to help them if they turn it to their advantage. Points are awarded based on time taken to retrieve the icon and get it out of the village, and taken away for every team member who get taken down. Some of the hazards are worse than others – some will grant bonus points but by the gods they'll be bad, any questions?”

As the other club heads ask their own questions you ponder which team to use for the event.

>Team Fell Storm
>Unnamed 'Good' Team
>Custom team
>Let the girls choose
>Ask questions (what?)

>>47623500
>Unnamed 'Good' Team

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Because succubi are literally baby's first fiend, man of refined taste will settle for no less than railing Glabrezu.

>>47622689
Because most Succubi dont have the time for carrying a child to birth

>>47622699
Or Bebilith, oh baby. Those literally god-damned legs.

>>47622110
"WOW!"
- David Weber

>>47622131
"[laughs]"
—Anonymous

>>47622110
I'm not gonna lie, OP.

That looks legitimately awful.

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Lamenters: That mix of tragedy and heroism, basically doomed to be under dogs in the 40k universe. If there's any chapter that deserves to be promoted from "extra" to "main cast" its the lamenters.

>>47618469
Carcharodons.

Rip and tear, take everything that isn't nailed down to restock supplies, and kidnap all age appropriate children to replenish the ranks.

Hunt the enemies of man where they feel safest

>>47618469
Chapter seven, I'd say.