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Hey I'm going to post the RP as "The Wall" I'll have a link to the Character Dump/gen facts about the world.
Yep! Custom races are allowed and you can have an independent nation
The GreyAnvil Capitol, Ashbridge.
The sounds of hammers clashing against anvil filled the entire smithing hall, every man, and woman working dutifully. Some were gathered near the tiny aquifer that seeped from the stone wall, drinking the cold liquid that seeped through. "I hear raids have been uneventful of late. More men died than treasure or slaves plundered the fault lies with new warchief! Has has done nothing but bring the clans shame. He has yet too bring a decent bounty in." A large male spoke loudly, his chest puffed out. He spoke defiantly and boldy to impress the few females around him. While his anvil brother shook his head softly "Brother, then why not challenge him during the trials if he is so shameful?" He opens his mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by the hall doors being thrown open. In walked a large man, he stood half head taller than the average male, he wore simple furs, though his shoulders were decorated with the paws of a wolf, and on top of his head sat a crown made of silver, bronze and gold, By other nations Standards very primitive and plain. Following him were men dressed in patch work armor, all having a head of a slayen wolf for a cowl. The mere presence of the war chief caused all work to stop and everyone immediately kneeled before him showing their submission to his will. "Stand my brothers and sisters. I am not here on ceremony, but only here to visit my kins men!" Killenger spoke with a velvety, deep voice. A confused look was exchanged before all. He began to visit with the clansmeof engaging them with casual talk, soon though Destitor arrived, his exposed flesh covered in soot. "Ah warchief, to what pleasure do I owe the visit?" He spoke nervously, his eyes darting from the workers to him. "I would like you to start to count what we have in the hoard. I want numbers, and I want to know exactly what is in there." When he spoke his eyes drilled into destitor's his voice unfriendly now and menacing. "Till we see each other again then?" He immediately changed his tune, even giving a small smile as he left.
LowLanders, Mountain pass
There was a large caravan struggling up the steep trails, massive boars rigged with harnesses pulled on the wagons. With each wagon carrying hundreds of pounds of meat, and fruit. Everything was slow moving and the caravan seemed to stretch on for miles. A young man pushed on the back of his assigned wagon as it bogged down in the muddy trail. His body was covered in mud, and sweat. The animal ahead squealed with exertion. There seemed no end in sight as they made slow progress up the mountain. They had started early in the day before the sun had awoken and now the sun was preparing for sleep. But soon the trail Began to flatten out his steps became easier and the pig pulled the cart with ease again. He looked back and saw the treacherous path he had just cleared. Though there were still hundreds of wagons still making the journey the toughest part for him was over.
Deep within the mines of Ashbridge. The Descended.
The old man, sat in the equally old chair. He waited for the signal to start raising the elevator. His mind wondered to days of old, to the dark of the mines to the unending sea of ores that were extracted. He only had a general idea of what happend to the ores after they were dug up but he didn't really care all that much. But soon a heard a sharp whistle, and it was time for him to work. He stood up, giving a sharp kick to the slave by his feet. "Wake up you useless dog, hands on the winch, get yur ass moving!" He was quick and to the point. The worn out man struggled to his feet, and shuffled to the winch room. There lay two more sleeping slaves. He woke them and they slowly began to turn the winch raising from below a large deposit of ore. The bucket was heavy and old just like the machinery, it had come from the days of old or so the slaves had been told... The old man moved too the bucket as it got to the top, like usual his friend road the bucket up. They chatted briefly before he showed him the haul. They had struck a small gold vien but more importantly the vien was seated near iron. The old man chuckled and then moved to the runners room. He relayed the information and sent him on his marry way. He shuffled back to his chair where he sat with a soft plop. The winch rooms rhythmic sounds luling him to sleep.
GrimWrath, Gundor
Kerrigore stared at the massive map before him. It gave him a general idea of what the entire territory of Helcore, and some of what the north,south, and west had to offer. The recent raids on the northern Grey skins had been unsuccessful... Those damned forts held well against large parties. He carefully inspected where his units currently were. He had 2,000 men guarding the food caravan. 1,000 men patrolling all tunnels, he had a third wrath constantly scouring the edge of the forest and the thicket searching for any sort of scouts, trespassers, or military types. The next third of Wrath was up for drill, and inspection. While the final third slept and waited to relieve their current brothers from patrol. Grim was stationed every where, guarding towns, roads. Patrolling, and inspecting the state of the defences. They were in charge of the traps spread through out the forests, the trails and the tunnel entrances. He had roughly 5,000 men of Grim on standby ready to deploy. They drilled and trained day in and out waiting yo be cycled through the patrols
Kerrigore tapped his finger thoughtfully upon his chin, as he further studied the Greg skinns. He formulated an idea within his head, waiting for his warchieften to return from his rounds.
The sounds of hammers clashing against anvil filled the entire smithing hall, every man, and woman working dutifully. Some were gathered near the tiny aquifer that seeped from the stone wall, drinking the cold liquid that seeped through. "I hear raids have been uneventful of late. More men died than treasure or slaves plundered the fault lies with new warchief! Has has done nothing but bring the clans shame. He has yet too bring a decent bounty in." A large male spoke loudly, his chest puffed out. He spoke defiantly and boldy to impress the few females around him. While his anvil brother shook his head softly "Brother, then why not challenge him during the trials if he is so shameful?" He opens his mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by the hall doors being thrown open. In walked a large man, he stood half head taller than the average male, he wore simple furs, though his shoulders were decorated with the paws of a wolf, and on top of his head sat a crown made of silver, bronze and gold, By other nations Standards very primitive and plain. Following him were men dressed in patch work armor, all having a head of a slayen wolf for a cowl. The mere presence of the war chief caused all work to stop and everyone immediately kneeled before him showing their submission to his will. "Stand my brothers and sisters. I am not here on ceremony, but only here to visit my kins men!" Killenger spoke with a velvety, deep voice. A confused look was exchanged before all. He began to visit with the clansmeof engaging them with casual talk, soon though Destitor arrived, his exposed flesh covered in soot. "Ah warchief, to what pleasure do I owe the visit?" He spoke nervously, his eyes darting from the workers to him. "I would like you to start to count what we have in the hoard. I want numbers, and I want to know exactly what is in there." When he spoke his eyes drilled into destitor's his voice unfriendly now and menacing. "Till we see each other again then?" He immediately changed his tune, even giving a small smile as he left.
LowLanders, Mountain pass
There was a large caravan struggling up the steep trails, massive boars rigged with harnesses pulled on the wagons. With each wagon carrying hundreds of pounds of meat, and fruit. Everything was slow moving and the caravan seemed to stretch on for miles. A young man pushed on the back of his assigned wagon as it bogged down in the muddy trail. His body was covered in mud, and sweat. The animal ahead squealed with exertion. There seemed no end in sight as they made slow progress up the mountain. They had started early in the day before the sun had awoken and now the sun was preparing for sleep. But soon the trail Began to flatten out his steps became easier and the pig pulled the cart with ease again. He looked back and saw the treacherous path he had just cleared. Though there were still hundreds of wagons still making the journey the toughest part for him was over.
Deep within the mines of Ashbridge. The Descended.
The old man, sat in the equally old chair. He waited for the signal to start raising the elevator. His mind wondered to days of old, to the dark of the mines to the unending sea of ores that were extracted. He only had a general idea of what happend to the ores after they were dug up but he didn't really care all that much. But soon a heard a sharp whistle, and it was time for him to work. He stood up, giving a sharp kick to the slave by his feet. "Wake up you useless dog, hands on the winch, get yur ass moving!" He was quick and to the point. The worn out man struggled to his feet, and shuffled to the winch room. There lay two more sleeping slaves. He woke them and they slowly began to turn the winch raising from below a large deposit of ore. The bucket was heavy and old just like the machinery, it had come from the days of old or so the slaves had been told... The old man moved too the bucket as it got to the top, like usual his friend road the bucket up. They chatted briefly before he showed him the haul. They had struck a small gold vien but more importantly the vien was seated near iron. The old man chuckled and then moved to the runners room. He relayed the information and sent him on his marry way. He shuffled back to his chair where he sat with a soft plop. The winch rooms rhythmic sounds luling him to sleep.
GrimWrath, Gundor
Kerrigore stared at the massive map before him. It gave him a general idea of what the entire territory of Helcore, and some of what the north,south, and west had to offer. The recent raids on the northern Grey skins had been unsuccessful... Those damned forts held well against large parties. He carefully inspected where his units currently were. He had 2,000 men guarding the food caravan. 1,000 men patrolling all tunnels, he had a third wrath constantly scouring the edge of the forest and the thicket searching for any sort of scouts, trespassers, or military types. The next third of Wrath was up for drill, and inspection. While the final third slept and waited to relieve their current brothers from patrol. Grim was stationed every where, guarding towns, roads. Patrolling, and inspecting the state of the defences. They were in charge of the traps spread through out the forests, the trails and the tunnel entrances. He had roughly 5,000 men of Grim on standby ready to deploy. They drilled and trained day in and out waiting yo be cycled through the patrols
Kerrigore tapped his finger thoughtfully upon his chin, as he further studied the Greg skinns. He formulated an idea within his head, waiting for his warchieften to return from his rounds.
Name: Sentient
species: 01010011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01100101 01101110 01110100
Description: Tall sentient robotic beings that range from 7' - 8' each one has a skeletal humanoid build. Often have exposed components, wires and hydraulics. Their faces consist of several optic lesnes, inserted into a basic plate, though after the awakening they often paint primitive smiles, on their lower face plate to mimic other sentient beings. They have a singular voice modual that is capable with speaking the solor standard, and not much else.
Natural abilities: Computer programing, software engineering.
Lifespan: 50-100 years
Important members:
Relations to other species:
History
Primary Language: Solar standard
Secondary Language: (Optional)
Religion:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
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Planet/Nation : Trebin
Flag: None
Capitol: Hub 01
Capitol population: 200 million
Planet Population: 1 billion
Major cities: Hub 100 - 175 million
Hub 100 - 125 million
Hub 1101 - 100 million
Hub 10 - 50 million
Racial demographics: 99% Robotic 1% Other
Society: Incredibly diligent workers, they operate off of Advanced solar panels that they can deploy when charging is needed. The robotics, all have complex AI which was gifted the ability to learn. Though after several years they slowly began to formulate ideas on their own. Though their organic creaters loved them so they soon vanished, most data banks have little to no record of the occurance. Their society is incredibly well manored, and polite, with out ever the slight jab to one another. They have no need for sleep nor do they have need for anything besides regular maintenance and sunlight. They view other civilizations with some awe, because of their ability to create so easily. As with the robotics it is an effort to build something completely new. And generally takes a large forum to build.
Law: There is very little law, except for murder, or treason against the Command 01. With this it results in a quick trial ( they can pour over every fact with in a fraction of a second ) and the robotic in question is wiped and placed in the spare parts housing. All ai's take their life seriously as they know it is a precious thing and difficult for a robotic to craft another sentient life.
Education: Upon completion of build they receive an update that can take several hours, it includes history, math, the laws, science, and known data on what is currently happening. For more specialized jobs the robotic receives a further patch that loads all nessisary data for that particular Job.
Technology: Constantly inquiring into the robotic mind they devote a majority of their time developing computers, software, new hardware, Ships, armor, and weapons.
Tax: N/A
Imports: New data, current events, and other information related things.
Exports: Weapons, non-Ai robotics, software, computers.
Industries: Mining, And robotic engineering, Weapon manufacturing.
Renown Associations: Sentient Tech. ( A leading devolper in robotics and weaponry )
Government: Republic
Relations: ( to other governments )
Important officals: Ambassador 1 ( referred to by organics as "hex" due to the shape of its face plate)
Commander 01 (Commander of the military)
Currency: N/A ( Barter goods for data )
Military: 10 million (WiP
Sentient Marines 1 million ( The robotics frame is covered with a structured polymer armor it keeps vital components protected. While also allowing them to be light weight. The marines travel in drop pods that house five units, each pod is guided to their desired location. The pods are made of a titanium due to its high heat resistance. In a unit there are Three riflemen, a specialist[Outfited with special gear such as anti vehical weapons, mines, anti aircraft device] , and radioman.)
1 million infantry ( similar to the marines but are designed to be deployed via assault ships. They're heavier, having and carry more fire power. Their weapons are larger caliber, and they have more siege like weapons [ Light machine guns, anti-vehical, mines, grenade launchers, shotguns.] With some being designed to operate equipment/vehicles. )
Flag ship: ( give a name and description )
Other important ships: ( names, and brief description optional )
Planetary landscape:
Wild life:
Important locations:
History:
Summary:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fashion/style:(fluff)
Art:(fluff)
Important dates:(fluff)
Weird laws/rules:(fluff)
Fun facts: (fluff)
species: 01010011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01100101 01101110 01110100
Description: Tall sentient robotic beings that range from 7' - 8' each one has a skeletal humanoid build. Often have exposed components, wires and hydraulics. Their faces consist of several optic lesnes, inserted into a basic plate, though after the awakening they often paint primitive smiles, on their lower face plate to mimic other sentient beings. They have a singular voice modual that is capable with speaking the solor standard, and not much else.
Natural abilities: Computer programing, software engineering.
Lifespan: 50-100 years
Important members:
Relations to other species:
History
Primary Language: Solar standard
Secondary Language: (Optional)
Religion:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
---------------------------
Planet/Nation : Trebin
Flag: None
Capitol: Hub 01
Capitol population: 200 million
Planet Population: 1 billion
Major cities: Hub 100 - 175 million
Hub 100 - 125 million
Hub 1101 - 100 million
Hub 10 - 50 million
Racial demographics: 99% Robotic 1% Other
Society: Incredibly diligent workers, they operate off of Advanced solar panels that they can deploy when charging is needed. The robotics, all have complex AI which was gifted the ability to learn. Though after several years they slowly began to formulate ideas on their own. Though their organic creaters loved them so they soon vanished, most data banks have little to no record of the occurance. Their society is incredibly well manored, and polite, with out ever the slight jab to one another. They have no need for sleep nor do they have need for anything besides regular maintenance and sunlight. They view other civilizations with some awe, because of their ability to create so easily. As with the robotics it is an effort to build something completely new. And generally takes a large forum to build.
Law: There is very little law, except for murder, or treason against the Command 01. With this it results in a quick trial ( they can pour over every fact with in a fraction of a second ) and the robotic in question is wiped and placed in the spare parts housing. All ai's take their life seriously as they know it is a precious thing and difficult for a robotic to craft another sentient life.
Education: Upon completion of build they receive an update that can take several hours, it includes history, math, the laws, science, and known data on what is currently happening. For more specialized jobs the robotic receives a further patch that loads all nessisary data for that particular Job.
Technology: Constantly inquiring into the robotic mind they devote a majority of their time developing computers, software, new hardware, Ships, armor, and weapons.
Tax: N/A
Imports: New data, current events, and other information related things.
Exports: Weapons, non-Ai robotics, software, computers.
Industries: Mining, And robotic engineering, Weapon manufacturing.
Renown Associations: Sentient Tech. ( A leading devolper in robotics and weaponry )
Government: Republic
Relations: ( to other governments )
Important officals: Ambassador 1 ( referred to by organics as "hex" due to the shape of its face plate)
Commander 01 (Commander of the military)
Currency: N/A ( Barter goods for data )
Military: 10 million (WiP
Sentient Marines 1 million ( The robotics frame is covered with a structured polymer armor it keeps vital components protected. While also allowing them to be light weight. The marines travel in drop pods that house five units, each pod is guided to their desired location. The pods are made of a titanium due to its high heat resistance. In a unit there are Three riflemen, a specialist[Outfited with special gear such as anti vehical weapons, mines, anti aircraft device] , and radioman.)
1 million infantry ( similar to the marines but are designed to be deployed via assault ships. They're heavier, having and carry more fire power. Their weapons are larger caliber, and they have more siege like weapons [ Light machine guns, anti-vehical, mines, grenade launchers, shotguns.] With some being designed to operate equipment/vehicles. )
Flag ship: ( give a name and description )
Other important ships: ( names, and brief description optional )
Planetary landscape:
Wild life:
Important locations:
History:
Summary:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fashion/style:(fluff)
Art:(fluff)
Important dates:(fluff)
Weird laws/rules:(fluff)
Fun facts: (fluff)
Yaaaaaaaaay
Roger that. Its good either way. I'd like to see one more person jump on but if not in about two hours or so ( after I cook breakfast/eat/clean ) I'll be putting up RP
I decided I'd give it a stab anyway, its called quantum drive
So... I'm pretty new here... How's first post gunna go? Does it have to be anything special? Cause if not I'll friggen post
Update one is doooone. I'll keep doing these till all the updates are done or this idea falls through
My people will deffinitly have to make peace with some one so they can sail us across the seas to do some sackin
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