ClocktowerEchos

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

@ClocktowerEchosRight, still vague.
For example, a medieval nation that I just thought up, but still met the needs of the NS.

@HaltingBlooper

Are you actually interested in be a part of the RP or just here to troll?

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

First sector map of the Great House has been added. Will try to make NS soon to follow.

EDIT: Here's the NS

NS Guide

[center][h1]<Faction Name>[/h1]
<Icon/Banner/Flag Here>[/center]

[.hr][.hr]
[h2][b][u]OVERVIEW[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Introduce your faction and its overall bits, sort of like a tl;dr if you will)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]CULTURE[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](What are your people like? How do they operate on a day to day basis? Do they have some sort of religion? How are they generally perceived?)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]APPERANCE[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](What do your people look like? Describe them if they aren't so human and maybe go into their biology. If they are human, is there any really common physical traits amongst them or what the lot of them wear.)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]ECONOMY[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](What resources do you have and what to you use to refine/process them? Basically anything you think of as economical/industrial/production goes here.)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]LEADERSHIP[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Describe how your administration/leadership, feel free to also talk about some major figures and people if you so wish.)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]LEGACY[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](What kind of history does your faction have or think they have? Don't need to go into great detail, just some major events that shaped your faction at least in the minds of your people.)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]MILITARY[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](What kind of military do you have? Describe units, weapons, vehicle, tactics, etc as simply or as complexly as you want. There's a max "pop" cap of 2,000 units of infantry and vehicles.)[/indent]

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

@ClocktowerEchosNations that do not already exist in fiction. (Or reality)

@HaltingBlooper

That's not helping, additional details that aren't vague would be nice.

Household Makeover: 40k Edition (1x1 NRP between Clock and Yennifer)

No sooner had Corporal Yharmov gotten off the vox did he realize something was wrong. He would never be able to tell someone what exactly was wrong, but it was just the air. It was… unsettling. Plenty of soldiers would tell you that this was just a “sixth sense” that soldiers developed in the field of battle (not in the face of most comissars howerver out of fear that they’d get shot for “warp influences”).

“Hey, Phenson, move it!” Yharmov whispered through his teeth as the private struggled to get up the stairs, “Don’t want to get caught out here, no one going to save us.”

“Yessir!” the private chirrped up only got get a shush by Yharmov.

“Just be quite dammit! Also give me your hand—“ Yharmov felt a trigger being pulled in the distance in his mind, from somewhere. He couldn’t find out where though, the darkness shrouded all sight in the split seconds he had to react. Before he knew it, Phenson’s grip loosened as he fell to the step below. Yharmov didn’t even have a chance to react properly as he was shot soon after himself, feeling the impact as one bullet punched straight into his vox caster while the other tore his foot clean off.

Unable to contain his pain, the corporal tried to muffle himself but only rolled off the edge, landing with a heafty thud. He could feel it, the blood running out of his stump, how his body was going into shock. The man continued to grip his leg with weakening hands before letting out a great howl of pain, knowing that he’d alert the enemy but hoped it was loud enough for someone back in their home territory to hear. With his vox caster gone, this was about as good as he was going to get to “communication”.

Yharmov’s mind raced as he continued to stain the carpeted stairs red, rolling around as much as he could with a bust machine on his back. Madly reciting all the Litanies of Healing and Painkilling he could remember (which honestly wasn’t all that many), he tried to come up with a plan. Going through scenario after scenario of what he could, he realized there was no way out of this. All he could do now was prevent the enemy from capturing him, the rookie was as good as dead anyways.

Pulling out two grenades, the corporal made pained gasps as he let go of his leg and stuff one in the space between his back and the vox caster before grasping the second as firm as he could over his heart. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!” Yharmov cried out with one last effort of zealotry before he pulled the pin on the frag grenade over his heart. In a bloody mess, the man ensured that he would not be taken prisoner and his vox not used against the loyal men and women of the Imperium as he took his place next to the Emperor in death.

Unfortunately for him, his comrade wasn’t dead. A bullet had hit his back, effectively paralyzing him from the waist down, but he only blacked out, not dying from the shot…

---

Something was wrong, the Karskins knew it. They heard a scream, then someone shouting “The Emperor Protects!” before an explosion took place. A squad of four elite guardsmen mounted the back of one of the Hellhounds accompanied by an Ogryn and quickly road over to the edge of the stairs, asking for a returning pair of scouting Sentinels to help provide over watch.

With fire support at the ready and flames ready to burn, the Karskins quickly rappelled down to the first step. They survived the area with night vision from their helmets and saw nothing, nothing beyond the lights of fire that were certainly that of the fallen 66th Vesyans as they toiled through the night. Well, their slaves and cultist followers more likely but still, more than a few were bound to be up on guard duty.

With skill and grace not found amongst the common rank and file, the elite troopers found their way to the step that carried a burnt mark and a body. Checking its pulse, they confirmed that Private Phenson was indeed still alive but most likely in no shape to return to duty. The soldiers solemnly looked at each other for a second before they picked up the body and what remains they could find of Corporal Yharmov. Phenson was to be given the Emperor’s Peace, best to let him die in peace rather than live in agony. Again, quickly making their way up the stairs, they threw the moaning body of Private Phenson into the Chimera before mounting up and heading off, the Sentinels giving one last purvey of the stairs with floodlights before following the Chimera.

Silently delivering the Emperor’s Peace to the private in the back of the Chimera, the Karskin pulled up to the cathedral, now looking a bit grander thanks to more hard work, the priests pulled the body onto and gave the deceased guardsman his final rites before they would cremate his body. Standard procedure on campaigns, not like they had anywhere to burry him.

The night continued on as the regiment burned the midnight oil, Techpriests working throughout as their fleshy counterparts rotated in sleeping shifts. Like the chaos corrupted renegades below them, the hammers and plasma cutter continued into the night with plans being drawn up for that staircase’s defense, now known as “Gate of Ascension”. It seemed that the guard planned to stay in this great house for a while as the continued to build up, their little FOB would soon be the center piece in their fortress.

Household Makeover: 40k Edition (1x1 NRP between Clock and Yennifer)

++THOUGHT OF THE DAY++
“Even a man who has nothing, can still have faith.”

One day ago, the entirety of the 603rd Cadian Regiment found themselves in a new world, cut off from any signs of the war front they were being transported too and the Imperium at large. Confusion and panic obviously wrapped its ugly arms around everyone, even the commanders and officers, as people attempted to deduce the meaning behind what had just happened. After a solid hour of fumbling and shouting, the fact that they were in a giant house was reached unanimously. That or they were all shrunk down tiny by warp magic. Fearing for the worse, General Karthis ordered all the men and women of the 603rd to be checked for warp corruption and had the priests lead prayer masses to cleanse any sort of spiritual corruption. Luckily, it seemed that there were no signs of chaos amongst the ranks upon waking up.

One day had passed since their awakening and things had advanced quickly. After establishing an initial FOB in the entrance of the bedroom they found themselves in first, they quickly spread out and scouted the area. After some recon runs, rough plans and diagrams were drawn up. Thus far, the regiment was mostly concerned in the area that connected the Master Bedroom, the Closet and the Master Bathroom to the rest of the top floor, so called “High Walled Pass” as the soldiers called it.

The Imperials decided to go for a very “wide” approach, going for various FOBs and outposts as they planned their regimental HQ within the confines of the Closet. A makeshift barrier was at High Walled Pass, guarded by half of the available Grenadiers and a handful of Ogryn. A collection of Leman Russ variants and a pair of Hellhounds supported the infantry who maintained a constant diligence over the pass, watching as scouting parties made their way deeper into the massive house on foot or in Chimeras, some accompanied by Sentinel scouting teams.

In the Master Bedroom, a telephatica temple/comms stations was hastily built on the balcony connected to the room in the hopes that someone would hear a vox-signal or telepathic message and aid the 603rd. Other supply caches were littered about the room as was per regimental tactics; small supply caches left about the place to ensure that there will never be a time where the enemy can destroy all your supplies in one fell swoop. Next to the entrance was currently the tent city barracks with temporary shelters made of salvaged linen linen, a motor pool not far away with techpriests praying and going around doing rituals to the vehicles before they were used as cargo transports or moving stationary positions. Even further away at the base of the grand bed was the starts of a cathedral dedicate to his holiness with a tissue box at its base. The regiment’s priests where telling faithful Ogyrn to place the heavy materials while a few lead some soldiers in silent prayer or hosted confession chambers in the back of a Chimera, tearing off bits of the giant sheet of tissue paper to dry the tears of the confessors of sins.

The bathroom was abuzz with the most activity right now, and the loudest. After several skull servators and agile scouts deduced that from both the massive tub and the tall sink that there was a possibly limitless supply of clean water for the regiment to use. It should be no surprise that Karthis ordered safe ways of getting to the spigot sources for their own use. What few construction vehicles where available were being used to bring the life brining ichor down the the lips of faithful guardsmen. Guardsmen, Techpriests and Ogryns all working together for a common goal, just like what the Emperor’s vision of humanity was like. All in all, the General was proud of what his soldiers could and would do and doing, they’re making the Emperor proud.

“Yes, I read you Scouting Team Vector, this is HQ, what did you find?” the Vox Operator behind the general suddenly received a transmission. A temporary corner of the closet was a dedicated internal communications hub meant for receiving messages from scouting parties and the other outposts. Two command Chimeras where stationed there along with several hastily built table’s worth of communications equipment.

“HQ, this is Scouting Team Vector, we have company.” The scout’s vox crackled through as the machine spirit worked itself up (Karthis made a mental note to get a Techpriest to check it up later), “Remember those Chaos readings our Auspexes picked up? Well, I think we know why.”

Fear suddenly shot into the hearts of the general and the surrounding vox operators, many had thought that it was just some sort of recidual traces of warp energy that was left when they awoke here. But from what the scout was imply, something else was with here with them, and they weren’t friendly.

General Karthis snatched the microphone and in his calmest but firmest voice ordered the scout, “Spill the beans trooper, what is producing those readins? Cultists? Daemons?”

“No sir, it’s those damned Whores of Depravity sir.”

Karthis sighed ever so slightly, At least it’s not a load of Bloodletters, “So it seems the renegades have also found their way here. Good work soldier, get your ass up here as quickly and quietly as you can. Do NOT under any circumstances alert them of your presence and the hell out of there now. The Emperor Protects.”

“The Emperor Protects.” Prayed the scout, hoping that the God-Emperor wasn’t too busy with prayers today, or that he could even hear them in this place.

Karthis sighed with a deep breath, he was going to have to tell the guardsmen and women to brace themselves; they may have not gotten to the war they were meant to fight, but they were certainly going to get a war they will have to fight.

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

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@VKAllen

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

We now have a Discord chat for this NRP! :D

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

Interest? Check.
Just one question: Are original nations allowed?

@HaltingBlooper

More details necessary?

@ClocktowerEchos either a non miniature race I'll come up with... or de orks honestly

@agentmanatee

You'll have to also explain as what the other race is.

Orks are always welcomed tho

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

Aaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy interest shown

@agentmanatee

Ayy fam its lit!

May I ask what you're planning on playing as? I know that Yenn is planning to be either Amazons or chaos renegade IG (I forget which she said she'd do for final) and I'm planing to be IG as well.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@Flagg@Lauder Here's the NS guide! Don't forget to consult your rolls and post them next to/under your NS.

NS Guide

[center][h1]<Faction Name>[/h1][h3]"<Motto/Slogan/Common Quote About you"[/h3]
<Icon/Banner/Flag Here>[/center]

[.hr][.hr]
[h2][b][u]OVERVIEW[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Introduce your faction and its overall bits, sort of like a tl;dr if you will)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]CULTURE[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Based on your appearance, cultural quirks, meta group and genetic purity)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]RESROUCES[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Basically your "economy", how and what do you produce? Think of your rare resource and equipment quality here)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]LEADERSHIP[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Describe your "government" style as well as your leader/s and their flagship if you want here. Flagship can also be put in military)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]MILITARY[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Boast about your boiz and their cars, obviously based on motor pool make up and special shit rolls. Feel free to expand on it with whatever else you can think of, but vehicles are the main attraction here, word descriptions are fine if you can't find a picture to match)[/indent]