Elitestpotato

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Snow Brutes

Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 300

The preparations are set. Two groups of 15 Warriors, 8 hunters, and 4 tool makers (for repairs) were selected and prepared to venture out into the unknown. In the past, before the Great Tribe, there had been talks of exploring out into the endless white, but war had quickly put those thoughts into the back of any Snow Brute's mind. But now, the Brutes will find what lays in and beyond the white expanse.
Dud gathered the exploration parties together for parting words.

"Fellow Snow Brutes, today you create new glory for our race! You go out, seek new hunts, tribes, and land! You will return here in 60 sun cycles with information about what you have found. You will carry extra weapons and hides for trading or gifts once you find other tribes. Good luck." Each Brute nods their head. Their mission is understood.

The two groups headed out, one to the south, one to the east. The southern group would travel along the coast so that they could easily find their way back. The eastern group would follow a frozen over river, called "Huu", for the same purpose.

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

Faction Name:

Freedom for the Betterment of Mars (FBM)

Faction Type:

Freedom fighting terrorists

Leadership:

John D. Scythe
John was once a well respected squad leader for SkyGuard. However, one day the UTG sent his Squad into a suicide mission without warning. He lost his whole squad. With a new hatred for the UTG and no will to go on, John disappeared for many years. Then, as the word of the unsettling of Earth came through he reemerged as the leader of a guerilla fighting force hell bent on kicking the corporations out of Mars, or at least make life a living hell while they're here.

Colt J. Donaldson
Colt is the son of a miner. His dad is the son of a miner. His dad's dad is the son of a miner. The men of his family have been miners since the day Mars was colonized. Colt himself was the leader of a Miners Union. Only it wasn't much of a union. No matter how loud Colt demanded change, conditions never got better. Colt grew tired of seeing his guys die due to faulty safety equipment and then their widowed family getting no compensation. So he, and a group of miners took up arms. They used Viet Cong tactics to pester Corporations and the EDC. They used mining explosives to blow up bridges and destroy trade routes. They snuck attack conveys from tunnels under the ground. When Colt saw LBM forming, he saw that they had the same goals. A merge was quickly formed.

Orthodoxy:

Freedom for Martians, kicking cooperations out of Mars, keeping UTG far away from Mars

Military:

Primary Units: Guerilla Fighters, Demolition Crews, Disguised Fighters
Secondary Units: Weaponized Mining Mechs, Weaponized Giant Drills, Makeshift Mechs, Makeshift Artillery
Special Units: Tunnell Rats-think Viet Cong with futuristic drills. Rats tunnell throughout Mars, creating complex tunnel systems to attack from behind, or below, the enemy.

Most weapons used by the LBM, are scavenged, make shift, bought on the black market, or a mix of any of them. The LBM also are masters at disguise. They hide in plain sight, looking like a regular citizen before springing a surprise attack.

Holdings:

Hidden Home Base
Coordinates: E9, hidden in the mountain

Disguised Mine/Weapons Manufacturer
Coordinates: F8, in the side of the mountain

Secret Urban Base
Coordinates: 5E, in Elysium City

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

@Rhymer I edited it. Is it fine now? Or more?

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

<Snipped quote by Elitestpotato>

It's a problem, sure, but it's a problem that has your species expanding outward to conquer more land, which makes it a problem for everyone surrounding you, namely me and Urcica.

@Mihndar

I understand. I will definitely slow it down.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The only other thing I'm concerned about is that you started with a population of 256 (this is kind of high, but still reasonable) and jumped in your second post to a population of 300. I would appreciate if you could tone that down slightly. For example, I increase my population by 5-10% every post.

You're doing fine, just trying to ensure fairness, especially with such a combat-oriented civilization.

@Mihndar

Okay. I thought it might've been a little high, but I tried to combat that with having it be somewhat of a problem

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

@Mihndar I am sorry. I was attempting to catch up a little considering every one has a pretty big head start. But I will not do it again.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Snow Brutes

Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 300

A snort echoes from a large beast with an intricate set of horns. A boar like creature with shaggy white hair slowly walks across the white snowy canvas, interrupting the pure blanket with heavy foot steps. Suddenly there's a slight rustle, and before the creature can roar in protest it is overwhelmed with several, previously unseen, spear wielding figures. It was as if the shaggy white spear wielders had appeared out of thin air. Within seconds the creature falls, spear wounds lining its throat, saving its hide.

"Nice. Kill clean.", Fur announces to the other hunters. "Blending, great. Striking, great. Great, great, great." the hunter bluntly says. "Last one under sun. Going home with dead Jeks." The Hunters cheer and begin quickly skinning the dead animal. Once done, they wrap the meat in a hide and carry it along with many other hides filled with meat back towards their village. They soon arrive home, being met with much applause. Hunting is very honorable in Snow Brutes culture. Almost as honorable as being in the military. Dud emerges out of his hut to greet the hunters. It has been several years after his combining of the tribes. The great tribe is running smoothly, despite concerns over the growing population and unrest in the military.

Gab saw an opportunity to speak to his leader so, planting his cold stone axe into the ground, he approached Dud. "Great leader," Gab says, attracting Dud's attention, "Our warriors. They need action. Clearing out Snow Hound dens not enough anymore. They almost all dead anyway. Need glory. Where is promised glory?" "Be calm, Gab, be calm. Glory will be found. But, you are right about the Snow Hounds. I am afraid that soon the Jeks will be killed off as well. Our small village is growing cramped too. I think I have a plan for these problems." Dud thought for a second while being observed by the intrigued eyes of Gab. "We will send two groups of hunters and warriors this way and this way", Dud says, pointing east and south. "The groups will head out, looking for more food, living space, and other Snow Brutes tribes. If another tribe is found, peace is to be offered. It is not combat, but it is something. And it could definitely lead to glory." Gab slowly nodded and agreed to the idea. Dud ran it passed the other group leaders, it was a unanimous decision. Dud announced the plan to the people and had Fur along with Gab pick the Snow Brutes that were to explore. They were to depart as soon as possible.

Gentem Munus Fabula - Fantasy nation roleplay

I am interested, but I will wait on filling out a NS for the new map.

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

Faction Name:

Freedom for the Betterment of Mars (FBM)

Faction Type:

Freedom fighting terrorists

Leadership:

John D. Scythe
John was once a well respected squad leader for SkyGuard. However, one day the UTG sent his Squad into a suicide mission without warning. He lost his whole squad. With a new hatred for the UTG and no will to go on, John disappeared for many years. Then, as the word of the unsettling of Earth came through he reemerged as the leader of a guerilla fighting force hell bent on kicking the corporations out of Mars, or at least make life a living hell while they're here.

Colt J. Donaldson
Colt is the son of a miner. His dad is the son of a miner. His dad's dad is the son of a miner. The men of his family have been miners since the day Mars was colonized. Colt himself was the leader of a Miners Union. Only it wasn't much of a union. No matter how loud Colt demanded change, conditions never got better. Colt grew tired of seeing his guys die due to faulty safety equipment and then their widowed family getting no compensation. So he, and a group of miners took up arms. They used Viet Cong tactics to pester Corporations and the EDC. They used mining explosives to blow up bridges and destroy trade routes. They snuck attack conveys from tunnels under the ground. When Colt saw LBM forming, he saw that they had the same goals. A merge was quickly formed.

Orthodoxy:

Freedom for Martians, kicking cooperations out of Mars, keeping UTG far away from Mars

Military:

Primary Units: Guerilla Fighters, Demolition Crews, Disguised Fighters
Secondary Units: Weaponized Mining Mechs, Weaponized Giant Drills, Makeshift Mechs, Makeshift Artillery
Special Units: Tunnell Rats-think Viet Cong with futuristic drills. Rats tunnell throughout Mars, creating complex tunnel systems to attack from behind, or below, the enemy.

Most weapons used by the LBM, are scavenged, make shift, bought on the black market, or a mix of any of them. The LBM also are masters at disguise. They hide in plain sight, looking like a regular citizen before springing a surprise attack.

Holdings:

Hidden Home Base
Coordinates: E9, hidden in the mountain

Disguised Mine/Weapons Manufacturer
Coordinates: F8, in the side of the mountain

Secret Urban Base
Coordinates: 5E, in Elysium City

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

The Snow Brutes

Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 256

Dud paced his bare, newly erected, hut. He had finally done it. Centuries of war tearing his species apart had been ended in a few months. Dud was considered the greatest fighter the Snow Brutes had ever seen. On top of that, he was a genius by Brute standards. Being a natural leader, hardened by war training since birth, along with being a brilliant Tactician, catapulted him into the Chief position of his small tribe since the time he was 17 and his father fell in battle. The young man flourished, using weapons refined over the many years of fighting, he quickly lead his tribe to have the greatest military might out of any of the Brute tribes. This meant his was also the most powerful. Although he was on the top of his small world, something was off. His father had always longed for the tribes to be united as one, always preaching about the glory, the might all of the tribes could bring the Brutes as a species. Dud decided to keep this dream alive and set out to kill the leaders of the other tribes and those most loyal to them. The other tribes were no match for Dud and his warriors. They killed one leader, recruited his tribe by offering fairness, glory, and protection for their women and children and moved on to the next, creating a snow ball effect.

Eventually every tribe was joined together, and here Dud was, about to address his freshly united people. Dud took a deep, calming breath and stepped out of his hut, facing the large crowd of men, women, and children. "Fellow Brutes!", he bellowed in a deep, booming tone, "Centuries of mindless killing are over! Here, we Snow Brutes, stand together as one! As one military might unlike any seen before!", he raised his ragged stone sword into the air, "For lasting glory we come together! For a brighter future we fight together!" At this the crowd burst into hardy cheers of joy. Many had wanted this for years. Unfortunately, the tribal leaders were too power hungry to even consider togetherness. Not to mention, the common Brute could not fathom how to undertake this task. Then Dud happened, and at the young age of 20, he completed his father's dream.

"First things first," his voice quieted the crowd, "we need to separate into groups of work. Rog, you are the greatest weapon and tool maker, you are in charge of making weapons and hunting tools and making huts, and coming up with any new tools. Fur, you are the greatest hunter, you lead the hunts. Joz, you are the greatest teacher, you are in charge of seeing talent at a young age and teaching them the ways of war, the hunt, weapon and tool forging or teaching. Gab, you are the best tactician of all of us, you are the leader of our military. Each of you are to hand pick your group members and report to me when done." Dud turned and stepped back into his hut, taking a deep breath as he eased himself and his sword onto the floor. "That went well," he murmured to himself. His hands played with the long hair covering his body, he was tired but beaming with pride. The impossible had been done. It was now his job to keep it together, and find that greater glory that his father died searching for.