ClocktowerEchos

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

There was a sudden reprieve from the fighting as the heldrake screeched and flew away down the stiars, following the retreating troops of the Whores who hid behind their own fortifications beyond the corner of the stair case. Sure a few stray blasts and rounds came up every so often, but no one was stupid enough to keep their heads raise all the time. For every round of blind firing that the traitors gave, a burst of heavy bolter rounds or a snapshot volley of lasguns returned, again not really hitting anything but enough to show that the Guard were definitely still there and willing to fight.

Licking their wounds, the 603rd began the process of clearing out the dead and wounded. Bringing in guard and Orders Hospitaller medics to treat the wounds while a Chimera made rounds to the Cathedral for the dead to be properly honored. The priests had already been working on a “Wall of Honors” for the dead, written upon of a “wish you were here!” post card from some beautiful paradise, a gentle hope of the dead would rest with the Emperor.

However, deaths were common and the guard and even the most greenhorn of guardsmen knew that simply moping about and being sad would do no one any good. Nearly all resources were diverted to the creation of a more permeant defensive works at the stairs. Plastic containers had been flipped upside down and turned into bunker bases with some newly cut holes; heavy weapon support sat on top and rolled out regimental colors. Some cups had been given similar treatment, now being used as gun nests that lined a growing trench wall of dust-filled sandbags and barricades. A pair of tube socks had been fitted with scraps of fabric from the closet to be used as great walls as more troops fell into line.

With the help of the Kreig units, the frontline trench was complete as backline defenses and support trenches were designed. Communication rooms in slippers where moved over as were the tents from the barracks. Flags were raised and simple garage areas were set up as the ground suddenly began to shake and quake. The titan Dauntless was moving up. The men and women cheered as the towering machine brought its mega bolters and mega lascannons to bear.

Using now flattened terrain created by the warhound’s steps as a basis, plans for roads and pathways were created. First linking up the front to the bathroom with plenty of water to go around and then the commander closet and then the master bedroom. There would be no more passing over the occasionally dangerously fluffy carpet.

Additional Sentinels were sent out along with a few Chimeras into the reaches beyond the current control of the 603rd in hopes of them bringing back more supplies and resources which could be used to build up. Scouting runs were already very promising, now it was just matter of bringing everything back.

General Karthis made his way up to the front in his own command Chimera, watching Leman Russes roll up and Basilisks set up their big guns, ready to bear on the enemy. Tauroxes came up bringing even more munitions and rations from the supply caches, a few priests catching a ride on the side of the trucks to quickly get over to the frontline troops and spur them on with zealotry and righteous hate. If the Whores of Slaanesh wanted to fight, he wouldn’t give them some violent pleasure fest, he was going to show them a real war.

The increasingly impressive defensive continued to grow, but something unsettling soon hung in the air, something unholy was polluting it. Then, with the screams and sounds of dozens of beings crying out, the ground shook again the the air became unpredictable; a Warp Portal had been opened. Many of the officers and veterans recognized that feeling, the priests took advantage of the situation to further increase the passion of their speeches, but even their faith could not prepare them for what as next.

With a crackle of warp lightening, soldiers looked up and gasped to see a warp storm brewing and growing on the ceiling, moving towards them as ominously as a legion of silent Necrons. Some tried to fire their weapons at it only for their comrades to swat the guns out of their hands. Panic brewed as the vox-casters began to act strangely and cogitors were giving all sorts of signals. Local techpreists immediately jumped into action to soothe the worried and confused machine spirits, but the men needed something to help their own spirits.

“Guardsmen!” Karthis appeared on top of his Chimera, standing tall and proud as he towered above all others, “You may look up at that warp foulness and panic. Do not worry, its only your instinct as humans. But now your instinct as proud warriors of the Imperium should lead you to not fear it! You are the Emperor’s hammer, the divine weapon of his will! Each one of you hail from a different world and regiment, but in the 603rd, we are ALL brothers and sisters in arms! NO matter what that found storm may throw at us, we shall stand against it will strength and courage befitting of our training and legacy! Now! Take up your holy arms once more and be ready! I feel that Ivaela Latrix, the whore of Vesya, will not wiat long until she throws her warp creatures and pathetic traitor cultists against our mighty lines! Go! Go and do your duty tot eh Imperium, to the Emperor!”

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

reroll leadership and my resource.

@Asura

Your rerolls:

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.

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.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

Roll me a sheet, Scotty.

@Asura

Give me a damn second Jim! /s

Rolls be here.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Half-Lives: Doomed to short lives, Half-Lives are always in need of breeding stock. Almost half don’t make it past youth, and any that do live absolutely no longer than 40. Riddled with obvious tumours and other disfigurements, they could pass for healthy if they covered up but the coughing is always going to give them away.’

Cultural Meta-Group
Tribals: New cultures have sprung up since the apocalypse, some more recognizably linked to the old world than others. Unique expressions of culture and unusual handmade items are the common distinctions for tribals. Usually have an odd accent/manner of speech do to lack of contact. Less “civilized” but often no less savvy to the wasteland than others. Usually looked on with confusion or condescension by groups more tied to the old world.

Leadership
Anarchy: The group almost never actually makes decisions as a whole, but instead are unified simply by a culture and place of habitation. While they may band together and act as a cohesive unit in times of need, they often don’t last long in the wastes. Either lost to infighting, lack of unified strength, or simply drifted apart for various reasons.

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.

Cannibals: Known for their taste for human flesh. Be it a predatory or simply ritual affair, they are seen as “unclean” by most 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.

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

Spikey: 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
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 General Make Up
Classics: Muscle Cars, roadsters, and trucks. The standard rides for most in the wasteland. Tough, reliable, and intimidating.

Special Vehicle Shit
Lances: Grenades on sticks. A shockingly effective weapon, and you can mount them conveniently on a lot of different parts of a vehicle without messing with it too much.

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.

Not going to lie, these are some pretty jank ass rolls. I honestly advise rerolling one, I'll try to help you find how to fit all this shit together if you want.

Also, @everyone, due to the number of people with Scrap as their resource, I'm willing to reroll those for free and I'll keep rerolling until you don't get scrap.

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

can we start laying claims yet? or no

@Sophrus

Yeah, the map has been update with sectors, you can take 1 big sector or 2 small for now.

Tiniest Empires (Wargaming Miniatures the NRP)

@SophrusNice to see you again! I take it you're using nothing but mini mecha?

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@ClocktowerEchos Awesome! How often do you expect posts?

@Mae

Umm... as often as you can? At least once maybe twice a week?

Just normal RP writing and post requirements, dunno how this requires so much explanation lol

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

FML, I don't know if i'm physically able to take on another RP and I've never done an NRP but... jebus. This is singing to my soul.

Before I slap down my interest, what's your posting specifications?

@Mae

Umm... I'd say high casual?

Just make good post at least 2 paragraphs long I guess, shouldn't be hard to manage that or even go over it.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

WIP (Yes I know this doesn't follow the rolls or NS guide and is fairly OP, I have reasons for it)

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", a great storage library built in the hull of a ship that crashed through a wall and one of a kind, and often make scavenger runs for general resources and old world goods. Runs that are often prey of raider attacks.

CULTURE

Despite being mutants, the Collegia sees themselves as either humans or "evolved" humans as their genetic mutations gives them several distinct advantages in the waste land like toxin and radiation resistance. They also have a surprising amount of genetically healthy children who are capable of having offspring of their own.

The Collegia is a representation of the beauty and knowledge of the old world and something that its members strive to uphold and protect from the "horrors of the wastes". They are painfully obvious of the danger which other people present against them and as such take extreme precaution when dealing with outsiders and will not hesitate to preform "preemptive strikes" against those who they think would wish them harm to either their bodies or base, the Bastion Titanicus and its sacred walls of knowledge.

In lieu of the use of paper (a rare material nowadays) and preferring not to write the holy words of the old world on flesh leather, the Collegia opts to instead entrust its member with knowledge with their life and body quite literally. Everyone in the Collegia has some wall of text or diagram or picture carved and inked into their flesh to help preserve the knowledge. A special "caste" of Collegia mutants known as "Word Keepers" have dedicated their lives to the preservation of knowledge, their entire body covered in text and images and have also memorized vast volumes of text, basically becoming living books.

In order to protect the information on their skin in the waste, many layers of wraps made of many different materials are donned by those who are sent on "expeditions". While these swaddled outfits seem disorganized at first glance, the Collegia has a specific order in which the wraps and layers are applied with almost a ritualistic approach. Even how each part is capable of being produced in decent numbers to a similar standard across all outfits, this makes the wraps effectively a swaddled uniform. The most notable aspect of their uniform is the bright red hooded robes which all Collegia members wear; notable or powerful members even have armored robes with bits of metal strips sown into the fabric.

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

The Collegia is lead by the Archmagos Gearlore and his group of advisors and administrators, the Mechanicum. Said advisors are have many bureaucrats and and pen pushers effectively making the Mechanicum the governing body of the Collegia. Officially the government is referred to as the Collegia Mechanicum.

MILITARY

Officially know as the Legio Collegia, the Legio or Legion of the Collegia is the main fighting force of the mutants, responsible for the defense of the Bastion Titanicus and the expeditions to area of interest for the Collegia. They wear scrap metal armor under their red cloaks, ranging from old world style armor vest with slide-in armor plates to solid breast plates placing them firmly in the rare "heavy infantry" category of the wasteland's warriors. Thanks to both the Collegia's knowledge and its production capabilities, the Legio can find good quality weapons amongst it ranks. The rank and file Hoplites will often come equipped with bolt action or semi automatic rifles, shotguns and various blades and axes, supported by heavier support weapons while the Primus officers are often given automatic SMGs as symbols of their status.

Junker Pistols

The mainstay weapon of the rank and file of the Legio Collegia, forged from scrap metal, bits of old world weapons and reclaimed timber. Despite their appearance, they are fairly reliable weapons considering their origins. The pistols themselves vary from semi-automatics to revolvers with the handguns of distinguished individuals being automatic.

Examples of Collegia Pistols

Longgazer

Special long ranged rifles meant for marksmen, Longgazers are the longest ranged

Scrap Rifles

Drummer SMG

Thunderlance Lobber Gun

Shotguns

"Industrial" Archmagos Gearlore's gun

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.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP)

@Lauder@Chairman Stein@The Narrator@Flagg

OOC is up!

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

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What a Lovely Day

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Welcome to "What a Lovely Day" (WALD), a post apoc NRP set in the Mad Max universe. Like my other current NRP, it will be focused mostly around beating the shit out of other people for shits and giggles and watching cars explode since lets be honest, that's why we all love Mad Max (feel free to do other stuff other than kill people and murderfuck your way through the wastes if you want tho, to each their own). Unlike most NRPs however, I will be using a table to give people "rolls" which will be used to form as the basis of their faction. Said table can be found here, made by the wonderful people of 1d4chan.

While I encourage you to play you're given, I will allow for a single reroll on a single section. For those of you who are curious, I plan on using RPG'd dice roller so you can all see the rolls and not say I'm dice scumming or something dumb like that. I may also add in another section called "population", but for now the provide rolling table ought to suffice. Everyone should know the rules by now, things can be both grim and silly to varying levels (provided is doesn't go grimdark/grimderp and just plan stupid), I am a hardass GM and will be an ass on occasion and also reserve the right to break my own rules as I deem necessary, etc etc etc. There will be no map since I do not find one all that necessary, there will be a list of "notable" places but for the most part, there is sand and there is some big shit in the dune and its not that interesting for the most part. If anyone wants to try and make a map however, we can use that.

Now, whose madder? The one whose made this interest check, or the one who puts down their interest?

Will you ride eternal, shinny and chrome, upon the legendary fury road?

NS Guide

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