ClocktowerEchos

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@ClocktowerEchos
GIVE ME YOUR WOMEN

@Lauder

u sure u want mutant woman? I wasn't aware u had that kind of kink.

#NoJudgementsM8

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@ClocktowerEchos I'll reroll my genetic makeup, but besides that I dig most of this actually.

@Chairman Stein

Thou hath received:

Part-Lives: The general norm, people die of cancer or other genetic problems fairly young but some make it to old age. Wouldn’t appear too ugly or malformed by today’s standards, but certainly not the cream of the crop physically.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

Hm, yeah I'll throw in my interest. This could be fun.

@Chairman Stein

Here be thy rolls:

Again, dice rolls can be found in the dice rolls if you want to see the prayers to RNGesus, one reroll is allowed so choose wisely if you do.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Wretched: Riddled with tumours and malformations, these poor sods are kept at an arm's length by everyone else. Ugly and deformed, think Hills have eyes. Very high infant mortality, and fewer still make it to adulthood. Always in need of breeders.

Cultural Meta-Group
Mercs: Professional killers, these men fight and kill for a living. Feared throughout the wastes, despite their relative peacefulness compared to raiders. They kill when they want to, but only if it benefits their agenda. Well trained and heartless, they fly many flags but are united by common ruthlessness and battlefield skill. Religious extremists, political/philosophical ideologues, or just plain killers for hire.

Leadership
Dictatorship: Whether they go by mayor, king, chief, tyrant, boss or any other blandishment of power, these men are the movers and shakers in the wastes. Strong willed and often ruthless, singular individuals often take charge of small groups, as has been the case in every historical era. They may have a close knit inner circle, but they always rule with absolute power when it comes down to it.

Cultural Quirks
Death Cult: Unsurprisingly among the blighted folk of the wastes, some have taken to worshipping death, or the idea of a “Good death”. Perhaps it’s a mythical afterlife, a desire to see the world well and truly die, or simply a nihilistic belief that death is an inevitable constant in life, for whatever reason this group worships death itself.

Not the Lingua Franca: The group doesn’t speak the standard language of the wastes. Maybe they speak a different old world tongue, or maybe a new language that has emerged since the apocalypse. In any case, they have trouble interacting with other groups and require interpreters to treat with them.

Distinctive Apperance
Swaddled: Wrapped up in distinctive trappings, these people’s skin is rarely actually seen. Maybe enviroment suits they never take off their bodies, maybe cloth wraps all over themselves to protect from dust and grit like a desert nomad. In any case, they might be seen as exceptionally mysterious due to it.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Scrap: Everyone wants it, everyone needs it, most people have it. This group has a specific type, or an extreme profusion of it, and they use it to barter for whatever else they need.

Equipment Quality
Ramshackle: Armor is cobbled together, guns are hand tooled, and houses/clothes are generally not in the best state. Pretty standard for most people, unfortunately.

Motor Pool Make Up
Custom: Either customized to unrecognizable extents or built from the ground up, these cars and trucks don’t fit into any pre-war category. Generally prone to mechanical problems and ramshackle stylings, but common and easily repaired.

Special Shit
Turbo-Charged: Engines are supercharged and often fitted with nitrous. The group's cars will be capable of incredible bursts of speed, at the cost of some special maintenance and materials.

De-Construction Equipment: Cars are mounted with buzzsaws, mini-excavators, and plows for wrecking enemy vehicles.

Flagship Vehicle
Legendary Car: It’s not a giant warmachine, or even all that impressive compared to some other things, but it’s the perfect blend of fast, tough, and reliable. This car is everything anyone could ever want and it’s certainly made a name for itself. When a group rolls up with this thing, people know who they are. Takes the form of whatever your generic type of vehicle is.

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

Done, feel free to use as example.

603rd Cadian "Emperor's Chosen"

603^rd Cadian Regiment
"Emperor's Chosen"

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OVERVIEW

The 603rd Cadian, also known as the "Emperor's Chosen", is an Imperial Guard regiment who has been combined with other guard regiments from both Cadia and other worlds many multiple times over leading to an interesting mix of cultures and genders in their ranks.

CULTURE

Given the many different places and backgrounds of the people amongst the 603rd, there's both a mixture and gradients in beliefs and cultures in the 603rd. However, distilled into each one of the soldiers is unwavering faith in the God-Emperor, spurred on by the words and hymns of the Priests who accompany them. Tactically the 603rd is diverse as well, capable of pulling out many moments of genius that most do not expect from a guard regiment hailing from Cadia.

APPERANCE

Human make up the vast majority of the men and women of the regiment with appearances as diverse as their cultures. Some are fairly standard looking guardman with nothing too special about them while some are feral worlders taught how to shoot and are covered in ritual tattoos and piercings. The official standard uniform for the regiment is a grey-silver Cadia-pattern Flak Armor with durable brown canvas tunics and pants. OF course, given the sheer variety of people in the regiment, the chest piece and sometimes the shoulder/shin guards are the only unifying piece of their equipment, the clothing under each person's armor (assuming they wear any) tends to differ greatly.

RESOURCES

Occupying Sector 9 (the Den), the Guard have access to a hefty stockpile of additional scrap and other material supplies to be used in wartime construction and fabrication seeing as the the previous human owner of the room was quite the nerd into wargames and such.

LEADERSHIP

The command structure of the 603rd is fairly typical of a guard regiment. At the very top is General Bathal "Daemonbane" Karthis with his advisors. Under the General is the Company Command squads and then the Platoon Command Squads before it just goes to individual squads. Beyond the usual infantry command structure is tank and artillery battalions as well as additional supporting elements like elite infantry and rough riders, lead by their own commanders who report to General Karthis.

LEGACY

Originally raised on Cadia as part of a crusading force, the 603rd would be combined with multiple remnants and elements of other deplete regiments as the crusade wore on and the regiments had to be consolidated. Nowadays, its common practice for the regiment to take on the survivors of other regiments leading to their very mixed regimental culture.\

In reality, the regiment's diverse nature is due to its creation, its person behind them having to buy various other models to bring their army list up to full strength.

UNITS

_Infantry

• 1,200 Guardsmen w/ various special and heavy weapons
• 180 Veterans
• 67 Ogryns

_{Fast Attack}

• 19 Venators
• 34 Sentinels
• 23 Hellhounds

_Aircraft

• 4 Valkyrie
• 1 Vulture

_{Transport & Utility}

• 50 Chimeras
• 30 Tauroxes
• 3 Trojan Support Vehicle
• 8 Centaur Utility Vehicle
• 3 Atlas Recovery Tank
• 6 Sentinel Powerlifter
• 2 Sky Talon

_{Armored Support}

• 5 Hydra Flak Tank
• 24 Basilisks
• 9 Griffon Heavy Mortar Carriers

_{Leman Russ Variants}

• 12 Punisher
• 19 Demolisher
• 23 Exterminator
• 36 Standard

_{Super Heavies}

• 3 Macharius Vanquisher
• 2 Macharius Vulcan
• 1 Baneblade, "Fortress Immortis"

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

“Sentinel down!” one of the guardsmen cried as the walker took a direct hit from the corrupted Leman Russ, the soldiers under it diving out of the way as it came down. A volley of revenge slammed the lines of the renegades, some of the stronger armed guardsmen threw their grenades in great arcs towards the Whores. Any who were unfortunate enough to be standing under or next to one had their feet blown off as they were turning into fine red mist or bloody fragment-lain chunks.

However, the Imperial’s losses didn’t just stop at the Sentinel and a few dead guardsmen. On black wings of death, the Heldrake appeared and flames of chaos washed over the Imperial lines. Many scattered at the sight of it and its mightily chaos fires even as additional reinforcements arrived. The mortar teams let off one last volley, one shell directly hitting a heretic, before diving for cover from the wraith of the Heldrake.

Along with another Chimera of troops coming in, a trio of Leman Russes rolled into battle from the base at High Wall Pass, one with twin-linked autocannons who immediately began to fire at the winged chaos engine as the others shot at it with heavy bolters and heavy stubbers, even try their luck with the battle cannon to no avail.

Those who stayed at the edge of the stairs continued to rain down hell on to the heretics. The heavy bolter crew still pouring down bolter rounds into those who thought their suppression was done. Snipers picked off targets who thought it would be safe to look up. In the end, for the Whores it just came down to keeping down and hoping the Imperial lines would break soon from their Chaos Engine that was still going around setting fire to the troops and vehicles.

One Hellhound tried to make a break for it once it realized its fuel reserves had caught fire. But they had dentate near the edge of the stairs, exploding in a magnificent fireball, startling the defenders as its flaming wreck tumbled down the stairs, the carpeting proving no padding for either its burning crew or those who would stand under it.

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

With the morning sun rising, the night shift of guardsmen dragged their feet out to bed while the new crew came in to take their place. It was clear that the 603rd didn’t spend the night around a fire singing camp fire songs. Their tools had toiled throughout the night as their buildings were upgraded, built or raised from the carpeted ground.

The barracks the night shift guardsmen were shuffling towards was no longer just a tent city. The grey regimental numbers marked tents and campfires had been changed with a towering purple suitcase, the ones that had wheels on all four corners that had been secured into the ground with wood and tape. The suitcase’s top flap was open and on the ground, inside was several “layers” of flooring made out of light but sturdy plastic panels, stripped and cut down from the side of a stand up fan. The inside wasn’t completely done and plenty of tents were still strewn about around the purple barracks, but the lucky few who managed to scamper up the twisting stairs and ladders found themselves sleeping on mats of carpet fluff.

As the unlucky grumbled towards the tents, the Techpriests continued their work in the master bedroom, their motor pool more fitting for the servants of the Omnissiah than their old shoe box was. Provided, they still used that shoe box as a garage, they were still in no position to complain. A wide platform was still being installed as more proper “roads” for the vehicles to mount onto, the soft carpet had some surprisingly negative effects on the treads of the tanks as they torn into it. The proudest thing that they had managed to build was a resting bay for the Warhounds. A simple tope ladder made of the loose thread of some giant pillows that lead up to one of the night stand’s opened shelves which now had a platform covering most of it and an extension made up of bits of an old ring box. Currently, it was the Saint Bravladis who was occupying the rig, the Dauntless was stationed in the corner between the Bathroom and the Closet that was still under the most construction at the moment.

As to where all this new material was coming from? Most of it hailed from the Closet, moved by the use of Ogryns or vehicles and chains. There had been several boxes of old junk that the Guard had emptied the contents and used the boxes and its cardboard. Most of the junk they uncovered was old picture frames that provided the 603rd with some much needed wood. Beyond that, there were some cozy looking slippers now being used as all sorts of small buildings like communications, caches, and private sleeping quarters for higher ranking. There was even work on getting a bunker version with some pieces of tile from the bathroom as armor.

The border defenses had grown as well, the guard extending their reach beyond that of High Wall Pass towards the Stairs of Ascension. As of right now, it was a light defense, a 10-man strong guard squad was stationed there, granted an accompaniment of heavy bolter as well as a Hellhound. Nothing impressive, but the Guard figured the Whores of the Thirst wouldn’t make any sudden moves so quickly. The General and his staff were preoccupied with other matters as well causing the matter to slip form their minds.

Of course that was all changed once a warp-infused tank shell flew over the heads of the guardsmen at the top of the stairs. With a purple streak in the sky, the soldiers ducked for cover as it took out a chunk of the wall and scattered them.

“We’re under attack! Vox caster! Tell the General we need reinforcements here on the double!” the commanding sergeant hid behind the Hellhound as he drew his sword and pistol, “Everyone! Fall into line and return fire! You two get in this thing and burn them!”

Two guardsmen clambered into the Hellhound and drove it up as the guardsmen went into prone and fired down the stairs at the rough shapes of cultists and the tank. A arching line of flames sailed over their heads the the Hellhound sent a jet of holy promethium at the enemies at the bottom of the steps, failing to do any damage besides burning some of their ramps. Realizing that they weren’t doing anything at this range, the sergeant ordered the Hellhound to move back. Red lasers ran down the flight of stairs as the heavy chunk-chunk-chunk of the heavy bolter rained down explosive rounds.

Within a few seconds of the Hellhound pulling back and the soldiers in it jumping out to join the line, reinforcements came. A pair of Chimeras rolled up flanked by a pair of Sentinels returning from a scouting run. The walkers provided covering lascannon fire as more guardsmen poured out of a Chimera and a trio of mortars came out the other. Within a mere minute the guard managed to double their fire power and could also now rain down hell on to the renegades with mortars. The stair case was soon alit with lasers and bullets, the firepower of the ordinance of the 603rd Cadian making short work of the ramps the Whores made.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@ClocktowerEchos I am interested as hell!

@The Narrator

Here's ye rollies.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Part-Lives: The general norm, people die of cancer or other genetic problems fairly young but some make it to old age. Wouldn’t appear too ugly or malformed by today’s standards, but certainly not the cream of the crop physically.

Cultural Meta-Group
Settlers: The only “normal” people left. Generally just trying to make it through their daily lives without too many violent intrusions. Have built the most since the apocalypse, and generally behave the most like people from the old world. Don’t mistake civilization for civility or peacefulness though. Many are just as cold and merciless as raiders, as they have to be to survive these days.

Leadership
Oligarchy: A small sect of the group lords over the rest. Similar to single leadership in their absolute power, but spread over a small group rather than one man. Almost as common.

Cultural Quirks
Death Cult: Unsurprisingly among the blighted folk of the wastes, some have taken to worshipping death, or the idea of a “Good death”. Perhaps it’s a mythical afterlife, a desire to see the world well and truly die, or simply a nihilistic belief that death is an inevitable constant in life, for whatever reason this group worships death itself.

Distinctive Icon: A motif or symbol runs throughout the groups structures, clothes, and vehicles. Maybe it’s a specific animal or object, or maybe it’s something less specific like bullets or flames.

Distinctive Appearance
Leathers: Never ride without your distinctive leather jackets and other assorted biker gear. Never.

Spiky: Their armor and cars are covered in a profusion of spines, blades, and other sharp nastiness. Does it serve a technical purpose or is it just to look badass? Only they know.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Power: Not the metaphorical kind, the actual electric kind. Most people want it, but not everyone has it. Most of it gets made with gasoline generators but some have wind and even solar farms in working order.

Equipment Quality
Ramshackle: Armor is cobbled together, guns are hand tooled, and houses/clothes are generally not in the best state. Pretty standard for most people, unfortunately.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Mega-vehicle: Is it a train/boat on wheels? An enormous mining dumptruck? Three tractor trailers welded together? Whatever it is, it’s all your group needs. A vehicle that’s easily the size of an entire fleet of smaller cars. Flagship vehicles are rolled into this, and roll again on this table for what the handful of other vehicles are that the group has are. (GM note: This should basically mean that you have a handful of larger vehicles instead of a big fleet of smaller/normal vehicles)

Special Vehicle Shit
Turbo-Charged: Engines are supercharged and often fitted with nitrous. The group's cars will be capable of incredible bursts of speed, at the cost of some special maintenance and materials.

Extra Armor: Extra armor bolted onto the vehicles. No matter the type, they gain extra protection with minimal speed penalties.

Flagship Vehicle
Concert on Wheels: Like a drummer boy but way more awesome. Maybe it’s a squad of taiko drummers, a lone shredder on a flamethrower guitar, or an entire outfit of post-apocalyptic metalheads. Whatever it is, you’ll certainly not be going anywhere unnoticed, and it’s a very good way to get someone excited for killing.

In case you still wanted to see the RNG behind all of this.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

WIP

The Collegia

The Collegia

"The Old World Anew"

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OVERVIEW

The Collegia is a collection of mutants who are held up in an old university buried in the dunes. Their home is fairly irradiate however due to the mutated genetics this does not bother them. The Collegia claims to be one of the most advanced groups in the wasteland, a claim not unfounded. They are always on the look for old world memorabilia and books of knowledge to add to their "Arkives" and often make scavenger runs for general resources and old world goods. Runs that are often prey of raider attacks.

CULTURE

(Based on your appearance, cultural quirks, meta group and genetic purity)

RESOURCES

The Collegia's primary resources are energy and water, collected by machines they've created. Most of water is collected from rain as well as an underground spring that the mutants have managed to tap into and harness; the water isn't the cleanest for human use but mutants are more than able to drink it. Electricity is created by ways of wind power that line the top of their walls and on high roofs.

Through the use of jury-rigged machines and creations, the Collegia's cottage industry is capable of supporting itself through machines like rollers, stamping presses and other tools and forges. Through trading with others, the Collegia obtains scrap and raw resources it needs but cannot always produce by trading Water and Power at high prices; they get away with this form of brutal capitalism as there aren't many places that offer nearly as much water or power as they do.

LEADERSHIP

(Describe your "government" style as well as your leader/s and their flagship if you want here. Flagship can also be put in military)

MILITARY

(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)

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Mutants: Those truly warped, or some would say adapted, to the new world. Barely human looking, every mutant group is unique in their phenotype but they all share a uniform resilience to radiation and toxins. Generally feared and hated by less altered stock, the smart know they can be a valuable asset and that their goods are not “tainted” as some would have you believe.

Cultural Meta-Group
Settlers: The only “normal” people left. Generally just trying to make it through their daily lives without too many violent intrusions. Have built the most since the apocalypse, and generally behave the most like people from the old world. Don’t mistake civilization for civility or peacefulness though. Many are just as cold and merciless as raiders, as they have to be to survive these days.

Leadership
Dictatorship: Whether they go by mayor, king, chief, tyrant, boss or any other blandishment of power, these men are the movers and shakers in the wastes. Strong willed and often ruthless, singular individuals often take charge of small groups, as has been the case in every historical era. They may have a close knit inner circle, but they always rule with absolute power when it comes down to it.

Cultural Quirks
Old World Blues: A pervasive nostalgia about the old world runs through the group, even if they weren’t alive to see it. They might collect old world artifacts, try to take after what they think are old world values, or have an unrealistic drive to rebuild the old world somehow.

Intellectuals: In a world that constantly demands 100% effort just to stay alive, it’s very rare to see a group even partially dedicated to mental pursuits, but here one is. Usually considered too brainy by other groups, these fellows spend their off time reading salvaged books and maybe even doing a little science/inventing/archaeology. Hold themselves to a higher standard of intelligence/knowledge than others.

Distinctive Appearance
Swaddled: Wrapped up in distinctive trappings, these people’s skin is rarely actually seen. Maybe enviroment suits they never take off their bodies, maybe cloth wraps all over themselves to protect from dust and grit like a desert nomad. In any case, they might be seen as exceptionally mysterious due to it.

Uniforms: Standardized appearance across the group and it’s leadership. Makes your group seem more cohesive, but can be hard to maintain.

Body of Knowledge: The group preserves information on the bodies of it’s members. Technical diagrams scarified onto their chests, covered in tattooed text, etc.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Power: Not the metaphorical kind, the actual electric kind. Most people want it, but not everyone has it. Most of it gets made with gasoline generators but some have wind and even solar farms in working order.

Water: The wet stuff. The real lifeblood of the wastes. In short supply, so those that control it are invariably very well off.

Equipment Quality
Well-crafted: Just because it was made in the post apocalypse, doesn’t mean it isn’t good. Well made armor, guns are machined with actual technique and thought, and houses/clothes are a little more respectably made.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Armored: Old world military or post apocalyptic designs. Incredibly tough, dependable, and powerful. Not the absolute fastest, but if you need to be secure getting somewhere? There are non-better.

Special Vehicle Shit
Extra Armor: Extra armor bolted onto the vehicles. No matter the type, they gain extra protection with minimal speed penalties.

Big guns: Heavy machine guns, flamethrowers, maybe even an autocannon. The group can pack some serious heat in a vehicular combat situation.

Flagship Vehicle
Mega War Rig: Huge, heavily armoured, able to carry a ton of cargo, and manned/gunned like a fortress. War Rigs command the roads, and anyone who’s anyone has one. Generally made of a truck or two stapled together, but other bodies are possible. A combine for example. Mega War Rigs are gods amongst beast, a literal rolling fortress although very resource heavy.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

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wait i thought they were like cousins since ming's mai's uncle LOL
i love how we never clarified this still

@ayzrules

It should be a family joke/running gag.

Someone: "So, who is this man next to you Lady Mai?"
Mai: "He's my cousin."
Zhou (at the same time): "I'm the half bastard brother."
*Person looks at Mai and Zhou funny*
Zhou: "Half Brousin?"
*Mai shakes head*
Zhou: "Bastard Brousin?"
Mai: "You are one of those things and its not a Brousin."

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

@ayzrules Since Liang and Ortha both are known for their trade of their respectfully unique silks I would imagine that Casimir may have met Mai Mei through formal circumstances during meetings in regards to trade. What do you think? We could flesh out how they might know each other. Considering their respective dynamics, I'm curious as to what they might think of each other

@ReaptheMusic

From what I'm guessing right now, the fact that she has one hell of a jackass for a half-bro