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@Long Arm, fantastic read! Well done guys. Little stuck at the moment, because Blackjack is limping along... so you might want to draw out the closing phase of your operation, until I've got Blackjack moving. @Blackjack, I'm concerned by the lack of the progress. Seems we have some inactivity, although I may be jumping the gun. Still, I thought there'd of been more progress than this. If things don't pick up by tomorrow morning, the inactive teams are gonna fall victim to a freak accident, possibly relating to engines and seaguls, leaving Kingpin and Prophet to take the Odessa alone.
And here's your rabid tribals. Just one thing I want to clarify, whilst my territorial claim is very large, my population is not. This'll make it possible for Northern players to come annex some land over the course of time without insta-killing me.
How's this look? I know it's early days, but I thought I'd get a headstart.
Can I mount a horse, grab a tomahawk and lead a southern tribe as it attempts to avoid getting murdered or modernised? I would like that very much.
Good work, konrad and Skyth. Thoroughly enjoyed reading those two posts. As for Blackjack, is everyone okay? If there's any confusion, or you need me to kick things into action, just shout out and i'll assist.
Hi. Here's my stab at a very basic, freeform yet hopefully enjoyable 'nation roleplay', based around a fictional set of islands inhabited by the last Neanderthals on Earth. If you guys like it, great! If not? Then let it slide into oblivion :)
Dying Breed
Neanderthalinsula
The Last of Our Kin
Gather, my children. It is time. The small men are coming. When I was a little one, my Great Father told me much of the small men. He told me how, many years ago, we ruled the lands over the great waters. Villages were aplenty; every man had a dwelling, and by the Earth Mother's consent, he lived in perfect harmony with all that surrounded him. These were grand times, my children. There was much beauty in the world then. Imagine, our island homes as they are now, but a thousand fold. The small men changed all that. They were few at first, but those spindly mongrels were fond of rutting, even when they could ill afford the offspring produced. Over the years they grew in strength, and with this strength, came a terrible desire to consume everything. They drove us from our lands. Many died. Those who survived? They surrendered themselves to the dilution of our bloodline... we were slowly absorbed into the cancerous mass of this 'new humanity'. Our place in the world lost forever, our peoples a distant memory. All the while, the Earth Mother suffered the small men's fire of insatiable consumption. Alas, we on the islands are the last of our kin. Our ancestors made a perilous journey here long, long ago, over the great waters on wooden waves, and on these emerald beaches did they land. For a thousand generations, we have blossomed in the autumn of our days. But now? Now the small man comes. Islands of floating timber can be seen skimming the horizon. They carry a cargo fit for one purpose; our extinction. We cannot allow this to come to pass! And so, as I lay here dying of too many good years, I bestow upon you, my children, the labours of our continued survival. But the right leader must be a strong warrior, a wise advisor and a great champion, if we are to turn fate's arrow from our necks. Who among you, I wonder, is truly the Chosen Saviour of our peoples? Time will no doubt tell. And so, in a challenge of wits, mettle and courage, I split my kingdom between you. May the Earth Mother decide the victor, and the saviour of our peoples... but may she do it quickly, before the small man burns us into history.
Tribe Entry
Going to go freeform as free willy with this. Format it how you want. Cover the following areas though as a minimum: - Chieftain Description - Tribe name - Description of tribe's culture - Description of tribe's economy and trade capacity, if it has either. - Description of tribe's warriors and tactics. - Population size. - Location of tribe. - Tribe's seafaring capability. - Anything else you feel needs mentioning.
Rules
- This is a chilled RP, with little enforcement beyond the basics. - Have fun, respect other players and just generally have a good time. - Go and skim over the wiki article on Neanderthals so you have an understanding of who/what they are, and what they're capable of.
Lance "Stilleye" Escott
Nice entry, unfortunately I don't think the fish are biting with this one. I may take it away and do some more work on it, perhaps release a newer version of it in a few months time if I feel things may turn out differently. Be a shame to waste the work I put into it. Thanks anyway :)
Uh, where's my team positioned at again? xD
You're dropping into the sea some distance away from the ship, using underwater propulsion vehicles to reach the Aft Deck with Prohpet. Then you climb that bastard, take the stairs, go to the bottom deck, clearing the Aft Storage, then through the engine room and the holding bay, then you're going to go breach and clear the fore storage.
I think that plan will work nicely. It got a bit crowded, so I pulled Virus and put them with Osprey. I'll make bigger operations next time. Konrad/Skyth, your mission will be taking place at the same time as Operation: Black Jack. It'll be dark, calm, with a slight wind. No EMP this time, so Khanya's men wont be electronically inhibited. Their torches will work, and so will the search light. If you have any more questions about it, ask away, although I'll allow a fair amount of creative licence with Long Arm.
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