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Anyone can begin writing. I will post the pdf's of info, but you can just assume you're transported to a foreign world and start writing from there.

This is a map of /tg/.

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A new picture.

This is the minerals commonly found in areas.

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The world info pdf. This tells climates, city information, and general overview info.

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Moving along to the wildlife PDF. In this we have the various land, sea, or air animals commonly found in /tg/. Feel free to add your own as long as they make since within the environment.

Yes a 1km high Godzilla is cool, but he really doesn't fit.

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Finally we have the plants. Most plant life is red, purple, or some yellows. Green is very rare on Lenore.

Again, if you don't see a plant here you want to use, feel free to add one in your writing and explain it.

Finally, the last thread was not archived. It's on foolz.

https://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/28213404/#28267112

Whatever alien creature decided to give us 10 minutes before sending us away from Earth made a huge mistake, they gave the members of /trv/ ten minutes to pack.

It’s been nearly three years in this foreign land. Three years of sights and ruined cultures that is the wet dreams of backpackers worldwide. The ability to go off the beaten path and explore places without having to stand behind the fuzzy red ropes. We arrived three years ago and haven’t stopped moving since.

Upon our first arrival twenty of the members of /trv/ found ourselves in an open field of waist high grass reeds. To our north, forests. To our south, mountains. East and west were covered in low hills and sporadic trees. We agreed that the mountains would have an amazing view that we could take Polaroid’s and share with people when we returned home, but we first needed shelter and the trees north seemed like the best bet.

After a short journey north we set up a camp near some of the trees in the forest. Simple fires started with lighters we still had. If only we knew it would truly be a permanent stay we wouldn’t have wasted so much of our supplies. I think most of us thought we could always return home whenever we wanted, we just didn’t want to at the time. During the night we heard a lot sounds from wildlife that was completely alien to the sounds from Earth. While sitting around a campfire we learned that the twenty of us had each circumnavigated the Earth at least 5 times each. The most traveled of us had been moving for 12 years and been to every continent, and nearly every country. We had the typical conversation of where we thought was the best on Earth. Best view. Best food. Best music. Best heritage. Best architecture, modern and ancient. We were so involved in talking we didn’t even hear the people sneak up on us.

>>28273345
A small band of 5 /k/ommando’s had seen our camp fire and come to investigate. 200 pounds is a lot of weight when you offer the chance to pack for a /k/ommando. We had brought provisions and proper backpacks to move around, they had brought the defenses. We quickly became friends.

(stupid character limit)

>>28273361
For the next year we moved around this new world. Several of us became sick with the worlds various plagues and diseases, but after traveling the world you’re immune system is pretty damned strong. With a few herbs we located and sampled we were able to deal with the various sicknesses.

We managed to recruit a lot more of the first group of /k/ommando’s as well as the rest of the travelers. We traveled further north following wildlife trails that the men of /k/ had located. Our diet varied day by day and many of us joked that we had returned to our ancestry of nomadic roamers, destined to know no home but the open world was our bed.

Eventually we made it into a peninsula up north. There were a lot more varied groups up here. Many of them were starving or sick. Sports players, or arm chair coaches, random people with no background except they used the rapidshare board, television junkies and music buffs, none of them were prepared for this world. Many of them were turned into meals for the local wildlife. It’s a little sad to think that the aliens that took us from home left us in such a hostile situation unprepared, but then again we had come fully prepared. I guess it’s sadder that these people lived the way they did, glued to a computer or television reading tropes, notes, or stats.

We continued towards the end of the peninsula and ran into the strange people that read /jp/. I always found that board funny. I had been to Japan. I have seen Akihabara. I even speak enough Japanese to find my way around the country. But these guys were mostly corpses by then. Clinging to dolls or anime discs. Obese men dressed in loli outfits. People thinking they could bring laptops to this world to play their galge games or watch anime. Of all the things I had seen in this world up until that point the otaku board was the most depressing.

>>28273425
We eventually decided to turn back south and try the other coast line to the east. By this time our numbers were in the thousands. We had rolling camps and most of the wildlife was scared away by our size or noise. The few that weren’t were easily taken care of by our sizeable force of /k/ommando’s or trainees. The /k/ommando’s had taken so many weapons with them we were able to arm some of the more respectable members of our group.

We also found several ruins or towers while exploring. Of course every member of /trv/ wanted to climb the towers, descend the ruins, and see what was inside. /k/ommando’s all wanted to size up the fortifications of our predecessors and when we started finding swords, spears, and armor inside the ruins we were able to equip some of the less trustworthy. We didn’t dare give them rifles or pistols, but if they could kill one of the fliers before we had to waste ammunition on it, all the better.

As we descended the coast we began to see the horror that is uncared for children living in a place that cannot supply them their every want and desire. I’ve seen the starving children of Africa. I’ve been in the slums of China and India. I’ve also been in some of the poorest places in Russia where people would rather commit suicide or drink them selves into oblivion than continue trying to live. None of them compared to the lands we learned belonged to /v/ and /b/.

We learned there had also been /g/ to the north east, but they had all died off trying to plug their computers into the trees or animals, or walking around holding their phones in the sky trying to find a signal.

>>28273526
/b/ and /v/ had descended into cannibalism to sustain their population growth. They formed into roving bands of barbarians, pillaging other tribes for scraps of food, bodies, and the few women.

I wish I had not seen some of the things I saw in /b/. I have seen a lot through the world. But /b/ made me lose faith in humanity. When I first arrived on this planet I was interested in seeing this world. I was bright eyed and optimistic. I wanted to show my friends back home this new place to explore.

Now I want to return this world to its natural order. Humans don’t belong here. One way or another we need to leave.

>>28273526
/g/ exists still, its an assembly of free cities that trades with /b/ to the south

its was mentioned that they are amoral and deal in slaves and tech

Where is /pol/and?

>>28273698
I only passed through /g/ briefly and it was during the first year. They may be repaired now, but when we first arrived they were a worthless wreck of laptops and dead bodies.

>>28273546
We assimilated several of the less brutal bands of /b/. Anyone we found who had participated in the massive worship to something called “Slaanesh” were gutted by my /K/ommando’s and left to claw their intestine back into their bodies or be eaten by the skybeasts. The followers of a thing called “Nurgle” were put to the torch. I have seen sickness and disease spread. I would not allow my followers to become sick from some twisted humans idea of praise to a false god. The /b/tards who followed a cult of Corn were welcome into our forces. They were brutal and bloody, but they had honor and did not commit the despicable acts of the other warbands.

I had grown sick of these lands and we soon left. Our group now numbering several thousand slowly marched across the rolling hills and trees back towards our origin. We returned nearly a year after we had left and established a pseudo-ruling party. Ten of the original twenty travelers survived, and all 5 of the original /k/ommando’s had made it. We formed a committee to rule over the hoard that we had formed. We would vote on a direction and what we would do with the new areas as we came across them.

Each man also had their own group of the hoard that they were responsible for. They were to equip their followers as they saw fit. All problems within the hoard would be directed up the chain, and then we would destroy the problem at the root. There was no excuse for the pathetic existence of humans on this world. We would be responsible for stamping them out.

>>28273783
During our time back in /trv/ territories we were able to confirm that people come in waves into this world. Word of the waves from /b/ and /g/ about the second arrival causing massive strain on already limited resources went on deaf ears. We originally figured the people who frequented those boards were already numerous enough that it was just a different warband arriving in an area at different times. Now that we were able to meet the new arrivals for our own board we could confirm this.

We then turned our sights on sustained numbers. The Council of 15 split the warband across the west coast of /k/ and up into the peninsula of /jp/, /sp/, /mu/, /rs/, and /tv/. I took /jp/ along with one of the other travelers. We both could speak Japanese and knew the worthless otaku would follow everything we said. We decided to spend the next year building.

One year on this world had given us an idea of time. The days were shorter, but many of the Council knew how to read stars to find direction as well as using the sun, moon, and other planets to tell further information. Using some simple math I was able to determine the size of the planet within a few meters. I didn’t have a calculator to be exact, but basic geometry and using shadows will allow you to determine your placement on the planet. We knew the area we had been roaming through was the northern hemisphere roughly the same as Canada or New York.

In time we would spread south and purge the human race from this world that was not, and should not be ours.

>>28273739
Lenore is a several year old idea that resurfaces periodically. When it was first created there were different boards. The picture is one of the originals that just hasn't been updated.

Feel free to find a place for them and start writing if you want.

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Have you heard of the impending happening friend?

>>28273783
> killing slaanesh followers
As a /k/omrad, I would probably not mention that I have leanings towards slaanesh but this offends me.

>>28273924
So you would be perfectly fine to walk up on a group of 100 men gangraping a young cam whore girl? People eating the bugs and plants that cause you to trip and then pulling other people apart with their hands and teeth? Someone grilling the skin off their face?

I imagine Slaanesh as a pcp orgy with an extra kick of cocaine. It's revolting and worth killing them all to stop it from spreading.

>>28273874
>IT'S HAPPENING
>nothing happens
Biggest gyp of my life.

>>28273995
Neo-Slaaneshism would be fine though r-right?Its supposedly a lot more tame?

>>28273995
That's extremely far in slaanesh worship degeneracy though. Although you do make a fair point. I rescind my objection. Just be aware that a good portion if comrades follow the murder/k/ube

>>28274026
I wonder what moot would do during this. Some /b/tard would probably try to take his head as a trophy or make him his bitch ( have fun, moot has a glock) or worship him.
>>28274031
I have now found a new term for my more relaxed slaanesh worship

>>28274031
No cults in my warband! We are here to purge humanity from this world.

We tell our warband stories of the things we saw in different regions. The horrors in /b/ that we witnessed. That if humanity was able to continue to seed this planet it would only get worse. It is our responsibility to purge the humans not under our banner so that the alien force that brought us here stops bringing more humans. We cannot be saved, the ones currently here cannot be saved, but we can save our fellow humans back on Earth who will eventually be sent. We do this for humanity on Earth, where it belongs.

>>28274105
> this totally not 4chan themed 40k
I sort of liked where this was going too...

>>28273766
allright, just trying too many avoid conflicting accounts

awesome desription of the /trv/ nomads by the way

Dear god. Why would you populate a planet with just 4chan people? That's just asking for serious shit to ensue.

... Oh.

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>>28274200
It already has.

>Go on a great adventure
>Stumble into the lands of /b/
>Decide genocide is the only answer

>>28273793
So how exactly are you feeding a roaming hoard in the thousands without completely obliterating the land?

>>28274105
I forgot to add in >>28274143 that /k/ are pretty libertarian and probably would disagree with your no religions rule. And technically your plan makes no sense, if we can't get messages out to the main world, and people know that visiting 4chan automatically warrants a trip to this new world, then no one would really follow your so called "all humanity is evil" concept, because we know we couldn't prevent others from showing up. And with your groups of "barbarians" as with many bad examples of humanity (see school shootings) it was done by an odd group of people (yes, odd by 4chan standards), who even after the potential of people/groups of people turning tribal, would still be a minority. Humans will generally try to follow the so called Community adaptation theory, which means that if we settle people properly after they show up, they won't settle into degeneracy, thus disproving your assertion about humanity. I really doubted I ever had to say this outside of /pol/, but humans tend to naturally flock to a leader, a so called "alpha" if you will to lead them, this is why I never see the traditional images of anarchy, where everyone suddenly goes batshit, as being effective, because by the end of a period of time, everyone has figured out who they're surviving it out with, even if they do resolve into babaracy.

If anyone is interested in the original Lenore journals, they're here.
http://www.4shared.com/folder/JoVmDhq0/_online.html

>>28274404
We are... this is not Earth. It is impure and fit to be destroyed.

>>28274451
If we kill enough humans, the aliens that are sending us here will stop sending us. We cannot communicate with Earth, so we will communicate with the aliens.

I never said no religions, just no cults. Although, if you believe in God, Allah, Brahman, Zues, Jah, Thor, or Ahura Mazda... where are they and why did they let you come here?

The Council of 15 serve as Alpha because they snatched up people when they first arrived and were getting killed off by the wildlife and eating the wrong plants. They taught the people how to live in this world and protect them. Sure, they plan for a lot of genocide, but it's not going to be burn the fields, rape the houses, salt the women all the way through the campaign. We plan to increase our numbers where we see potential. After all, this world is massive. We won't be able to kill it all with 5000 people.

Yo. This is the IRC, where you can ask questions or discuss events behind closed doors.

#lenore
irc.rizon.net

>>28274752
>>28274773

Thanks, I forgot about those. Can anyone post the solar system information along with the planet size and stats? I've lost that link

>>28273793
The year we spent living a stationary life was hard for many of us travelers. Some of us had not lived in the same place more than 6 months on Earth, at least we can still say that about Earth.

During our year we built around the ruins throughout the lands. The few women we had would have to remain stationary along with the youngest or oldest. We built farms with the seeds and some of the materials that the /k/ommando’s and prepared other boards brought. After the first harvest the seeds were further spread to each camp so that each one would be able to sustain a prolonged campaign into the south as well as help any new arrivals while we were away. They also served as muster points for training and preparing the recruits. I don’t want to say that we had Roman Legions, but we managed to whip some of the more worthless 4channers into shape.

Our diets for the past two years had consisted of meat, berries, and fruit from the land. We had finally begun to create dishes from all over Earth. The /k/omando’s served as police and military trainers as well as hunters of the local game. We travelers served as guides, spiritual leaders, and helped design meals from all over the world with the few crops and meats we had. I learned one of the easiest ways to control people is with food. Give them something they’re familiar with, or something tasty and they will follow you.

At the end of the year the Council of 15 returned to the woods where we first met. One of the travelers who was located in the area had his followers create a stone shrine on the location. As we met around a stone slab table we discussed our plans for the next year. We decided to leave /b/ to wallow in their own filth and head south from /trv/ towards the equator of this planet. We would muster after the winter rains and begin marching during the winter dry season and hopefully enter the next region before the spring rain and catch the next wave as they arrived.

>>28274769
Technically, all cults ARE religions, they just get labeled as cults because of their unusual beliefs and not having very much support/backing that currently established, larger religions have.

> It's fucking 12:30
> I only now realise I am showing an excess of will to argue these points
Praise slaanesh

>>28274815
nevermind... found it.
http://z7.invisionfree.com/A_whole_new_world/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=450062

This planet is almost a copy of Earth. It's the slightly larger in size so there is a lot of room to play. I think it's been said that /tg/ is roughly the size of Colorado.

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We’ve done it! The shipyard is complete. Smee revealed the super secret project that he has been working on. It was a sign, pretty fancy looking too, that read “Smee’s Shipyard”. Woops looks like he found out about my nickname for him. Ah well, he seems to be taking to it rather well at the very least. I've drawn a sketch of the shipyards layout. Its uh...its not to scale. The main construction area is more like a roof with very low walls. Tomorrow the real work begins. Soon.

So it was party time at Butterroot Keep.

It started somberly with the unveiling of the Memorial stone, with the names and ranks of every Butterrooter who had fallen at Cadia, tears were shed and many people still felt the loss close to their heart. But it was heartening to see people push on and try and enjoy the night as a celebration of their sacrifice.

Food was eaten, booze was drunk, fun was had and stuff that we will probably regret in the morning performed.

For instance right after the Mayor officially began the festivities I ended up tripping, sending flower petals everywhere, seems ‘someone’ stuffed my pockets full of blossoms before they gave it to me. Luckily most people seemed to think it was part of an act so I ran with it as a big start to the festivities and began throwing them everywhere like a loon. Joe and the boys gave me hell for it of course, even Tiny followed me around for part of the night sprinkling more flowers on mine, and anyone who stood to close by’s, head.

The assorted food and drink were huge hits, especially the watermelon wine, I never thought I would ever like a bright pink drink but the stuff was perfect for the weather, almost like a summer cordial. Additionally it gave me the liquid courage to actually ask Jill for a couple dances around the square, although I swear I’ve seen that look in her eyes before, like she’s always those couple steps ahead of me no matter what I say or do. It would be infuriating if it weren’t for the bloody smile she always had on.

Bollocks.

At least the memory of Joe drunkenly, and badly, hitting on the Canoness in front of the Mayor keeps will keep me amused and distracted for a while.

>>28275316
Oh, forgot to mention what other activities actually took place.

Well after the usual ceremonial razzamatazz, a big bonfire was lit and the music and dancing started up. It didn’t really have a set theme, at one point it was slow dancing, the next it was a mix of folk and tribal dancing; Im pretty sure I saw morris dancing in there somewhere, and even some line dancing now and then. Really it was just dancing to what ever the musicians could think up/remember. Lots of fun either way, even if somewhat embarrassing for some of us.

This was followed by the ‘GRAND TOURNEY’, don’t ask me, that’s the name everyone started calling it and apparently it is now required to be an annual thing. Target shooting with bow and arrow, both on foot and on horseback, sword fighting with wooden swords and even mock jousting with padded armour and cushioned lances. Each of the champions of their event was award a flower wreath and a small bag of the watermelon candy. I took part in the jousting but got knocked flat on the semi-final round by Paul the big guy from my farm team, who ended up losing taking the jousting title.

Not great prizes I know but we can work on that when we are less worried about immediate survival.

After that the feast took place where it seemed like the ‘meat pumpkin’ (note to self, need better name) was a success hit right along with the honey glazed venison roasts that were two of the major centrepieces.

All in all the festival turned out well and I doubt I’ve seen that many genuine smiles on that many faces even when I was back on earth. It makes me believe that despite all the pain, the struggle and the death, that we can really build a life here not simply survive.

Viva la Naranja!

>>28274862
After we established a time line for the crusade one of the /k/ommando’s revealed something extraordinary he had located in the past year. Derek the /k/ommando had found the predecessor ruins inside the region of /k/. He rolled a large map of a ruin nearly 2 kilometers wide across the table. He had been living with his people in the ruin for the past year and located several crucial pieces of equipment that would end up helping our crusade in the future.

As we all sat around the table taking in the map thunderous footsteps began to echo through the shrine. A sound like a tree crashing into the ground with each step many of us began to get nervous expecting we were under attack. Derek simply sat grinning from ear to ear as a massive behemoth robot stepped from the trees and walked up to the shrine. Standing almost 13 feet tall a man was able to fit inside control the gargantuan creation.

Derek announced to the council that he had found two of these war machines in the ruins and he wanted to stay behind to look for more. He also announced an artifact that was able to reproduce bullets and other simple things. He felt this location required one of the Council to stay and watch over so another random person would not be able to utilize it and stop our quest. We all agreed if it meant securing additional Gigant’s and supplying our forces with ammunition then he should stay to run the city.

At the prospect of having people stay home several other Council members requested to stay and rule their areas. The territories were divided and they would continue to secure the land we had already conquered. Of the original 15 only 6 of us were going to war. We now had over 7,000 troops and our first order of business was to push south and west along the inlet that ran from /k/ to /jp/.

>>28273219
Hm pretty crude but at least its something at least.


Welp one of warbands struck out north several in fact. It wasn't a pretty site but I wanted to know what was going on up there. In particular the lands between /k/ /v/ /b/ and /g/. Wish I hadn't given that order our forces discovered /pol/and. Imagine all political ideologies fit into a single space. A large forest to be exact. They unlike most came well prepared they don't have 'cultists' there but instead they have Tinfoil Hatters. Too bad those ones were type to be especially well prepared. Entire /pol/and is balkanized underneath their gigantic trees. Even the /b/ hordes and /v/ swarms are leery of entering that place. So many groups so factions all out to prove that theirs is in fact the way to go. Alliances form and are broken there regularly. They also have a decent amount of working tech surprisingly. Their city that every board has is the only truly neutral ground in the entire region. All factions are allowed to establish an embassy and are expected to upkeep the place. Its very chaotic but well maintained. When the warbands came back they had recruits aka the tinfoil hatters. I have become to especially loathe them despite their new arrival. I swear to god if I have to hear about the illumanti or the Antarctic Nazi's ONE more time.

I am going to copy /pol/and way and order my forces to kill tinfoil hatters when their out. If they want to join then they have to make through the mountains. I made sure to punish the warbands responsible for recruiting in this way. Of course I didn't say it was because I despised the new recruits I just mentioned about the mountains that serve to screen out the unworthy. They got the message. If only seeing /pol/and didn't give them ideas about shit. Now I ALSO have to worry about politics in addition to keeping the cults in line.

>>28275316
Pastor Amanda, the Canoness:
Seeing the Memorial stone brought a lot of feelings to mind, and I gave a short sermon after it was unveiled. But for good fortune, my husband could have been one of them. He didn't explain the details to me, but when the "Expat" showed up, he said, "That man saved my life." And went to shake his hand. He's promised him basically everything his town - the tower we've been trading with - wanted would be provided to him. With the power he's got now, he can probably carry out that promise.

He is terribly broken up about Jason's death, even if he doesn't show it to other people. Jason was the rock that kept him up when things got bad. When he first came and healed us all after taking the keep from Big Alex - I remember the look on his face. I thought he was going to commit suicide. But Jason, still big and pudgy back then, came in and said some things to him I never heard, and the look went away. He never trusted anyone as much as he trusted him - not even me.

Every loss hurts, but his hurt the worst. I'm not just going this time because I want to be with him. He needs someone to support him. Even if he pretends to be emotionless, he isn't.

Ha - of course, he wasn't pretending when that guy hit on me at the celebration. The way he looks at someone he's just met makes you feel like he's peeling your skin off, but the look he gave that drunk was pure homicide. Even someone that drunk could feel it. I don't think I've ever seen someone fall backward like that before. It was cute though.

I don't know all his plans for the new place, "Camp Abaddon", but he tells me it's going to have to deal with hundreds of thousands of people. That's crazy. It's not a city - it's a refugee camp mixed with a training area. He jokingly told me it's where newbies go to fail safely, and I had to add, "And be disarmed."

He's going to take a lot of people from the keep with him. I hope it all works out.

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>>28275646
Greetings do you need some bullets? I am but a merchant from /b/.

>>28275874
>not from /k/
yeah no deal dude.

>>28275627
We left as scheduled. With the end of the winter rains we mustered in /trv/ with nearly 7,000 men. Each platoon of men bearing different armor made by their town, but all carrying guns from Earth or swords and spears pillaged from the ruins up the peninsula.

Nearly 600 men did not respond to the call to muster because the 9 other councilors required military force in their territories. Also, the two gigant’s /k/ had promised ran off of some strange glowing stones. Moving the machine to the shrine had cost 4 glow stones alone. They could not power it across the crusade without another source of transportation. However it did not matter. We had taken 5 territories up the peninsula with only a force that started as a few hundred and eventually grew to several thousand. We would be fine. Let Derek defend the Alchemist with his Gigant’s.

Our descent south east along the water way with that many troops was devastating the land. As we moved we were killing all of the wildlife and our troops marched the soil into a mucky sludge. It was truly a glorious sight to see this world being destroyed as we moved. Whoever or whatever had brought us here would regret it very soon.

Death. Death was everywhere.

I should have expected my fellow /a/nons would fail to pack anything of use. But I clung like a child to the hope that they could be trained to cooperate.

I was wrong.

Within a month nearly every /a/non was either dead or dying. Only twelve of us had had the foresight to bring guns and provisions, rather than laptops and figures. I was far from the leader of our group of twelve, but, with my .30-06 hunting rifle, I was respected within our inner circle.

At the onset of the second month, our leader declared that we would gather those who would follow, and leave the Land of /a/ temporarily and seek shelter elsewhere.

>>28276090
>moans about /b/ being awful
>is just another horde
>fucking northerners.

>>28276158
God dont acknowledge them, they'll just give you a Final Fantasy nihilistic villains speach!

>>28276150
Along with the Dozen, only eight additional survivors were able-bodied enough to make the long trip we had planned. Each of the Dozen chose new names in a ritual relinquishing our Earthbound lives. I became Pathos.

Leaving behind roughly a hundred corpses, we set off on what our fa/tg/uy brethren would have called an adventure.

We, however, were not up to such a task. The Dozen and our eight retainers simply wanted a place to call our own. A place of peace where, one day, we might be able to rediscover our elitist attitudes and live in relative peace.

In a leap of faith, we traveled South, hoping to escape the bitter cold of winter.

We did not expect to enter the hell of /r9k/

>>28276248
So intent in our hatred of /v/ and /b/, we neglected to expect the barbarism of our new-found southern neighbors. Seven of the retainers died in an ambush, along with one of the Dozen, the man named Sunohara.

Although we mourned his death, shedding many manly tears, we could not afford to dely. Promoting the remaining retainer to replace our dead Dozeneer, we continued the march South. We picked up two wayward /k/ommandos along the way, men who had, by a twist of fate, been deposited in the lands of /r9k/ rather than their own.

>>28276364
We rescued four femanons from a band of /r9k/ers. They had all been raped repeatedly and impregnated, but they would prove useful in the years to come in keeping our small group's history going. Especially if some of the unborn children turned out to be girls.

We decided to not abort the rape babies, only due to the need for genetic diversity within our ranks to prevent inbreeding.

Finally settling in a warm region, we awaited the onset of winter anxiously.

Our fears were unfounded. Although temperatures reached a low of 50 degrees Fahrenheit, there was no snowfall. The Dozeneer known as Touman had brought a multitude of seeds, so we set to work cultivating the land. By spring, land was ready to receive the seeds.

The femanons had also given birth around the same time. There were three girls and one boy. We drew straws to see who could impregnate the four women next. I happened to draw a rather pretty one. two months and several rather enjoyable fuck sessions later, and the woman's womb had finally accepted my seed.

I was looking forward to seeing my child.

The children born on this planet are human, please good council understand this. It is however with some trepidation that I make my next remarks. Though human they exhibit phenotypic traits at times that are not...ours. there is a predisposed tendency towards red hair even though few amongst us have such a trait. There is also the issue of their eyes often being a startling shade of violet. We believe this is an outcome not of our hand but perhaps from our diet or perhaps...from something else. From the entities which toyed with us and very well still may be doing so.

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>>28276577
It had been fifteen years since our arrival in this strange new world, and our leader's daughter had been taken.

They were barbarians to the east, a formidable civilization of several thousand. When it was revealed that their High Council housed five /k/ommandos, we feared our own /k/s would defect. Luckily for us, they were more loyal than we expected. Perhaps it was the fact that one had sired a son from my first daughter's womb.

Knowing our force of barely 18 able bodied men could never stand up to their army of thousands, our leader volunteered to take on the mission alone. The rest of us refused. If we were to take on this suicide mission, we would do it together. Leaving behind the older boys to protect the women, fourteen of us, eleven of the original Dozeneers, the replacement, and the two /k/ommandoes, set off to raise hell behind enemy lines.

I bade farewell to my daughter, knowing it was likely the last time I would ever see her.

>>28275874
I got a direct line to /k/ so go fuck yourself merchant. Though I will admit its quite impressive that you made it here to Fort Creeper.

>>28276158
Agreed.

Well something most interesting happened. A kultist came to me from the newest Karavan. Turns out they want to establish a shrine to the murderKube here as we turn out to be the only place that is actually tolerant of all faiths despite what others may claim. I allowed it and I made a decree that every bugger must make an offering to the MurderKube so as to welcome our newest members. I was quite proud that every single one complied. I was pretty creeped out though when they brought out some sort of strange thing to 'seed' the new murderkube. I think it was supposed to stand for the very first offering. It was quite odd looking though...in any case the offerings ended up creating quite a large murderkube. For some reason though looking upon it I...felt a strange feeling. Maybe this is what the cultists were always going on about.
Mossberg itself meanwhile has become a city of industry. The alchemist artifact within serves as to refine, recycle, craft parts and create tools. These are then used to craft many wondrous things. Turns out /k/ was VERY well prepared throughout the buildings were converted to serve as workshops which churned out all manner of things. It is says one cannot find a more industrious city when it comes to the ways of war or survival. They even have electricity by the way. Apparently they had some artifact called the Alchemist in the deepest rounds. Above it on the surface stood the Murderkube. The city was in direct control of the /k/ultists. So I was wrong before kinda. However the /k/ommandos are noted to be crawling throughout the surrounding land in the both the nearby forest and hills. The place is one giant deathtrap for anyone who enters. I suggest you play nice otherwise you will simply not make it out alive.

>>28276798
((Sorry man, you just time jumped 13 years past me.))

>>28276158
Yes we may be a horde, however our horde is not out killing others for food, or to rape their women. We are here to cleanse humanity from the face of this planet. Either join us in our mission or burn in the flames of your forests and fields.

>>28276981
(What's a murderkube?))

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>>28277026
((Murder/k/ube is the very essence of mankind's war making abilities.))

>>28276798
In the opening minutes, ten of the fourteen died. Of the remaining four, I was the only original Dozeneer, making me the senior officer of our damned quartet.

Our leaders dying words were an apology to his daughter. He begged her forgiveness for not being stronger.

We raged onwards, fighting off man and beast alike. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized the emblem of Khorne and the familiar "/b/." So these bastards had enlisted /b/tard mercs. That was unforgivable.

Rushing into what we believed to be a keep, we were met with a horrific sight, one that made our blood run cold.

Our leader's semen and blood covered daughter was skewered upon a pike.

Something in us snapped. Our rage dissipated. One by one, they picked the rest of us off, before, finally, I felt an impact on the back of my head moments before my vision faded to black.

A regal woman shown brightly in the darkness. I didn't need to ask. I knew this was the bitch who trapped us here on this alien world.

But I showed her none of my rage. I begged. Begged like a lowly street urchin to the radiant woman. "Please." I sputtered. "Please just send them home. Send the remains of my tribe back to Earth."

Her lips parted in a calming smile. "I'm sorry, Terran, but this is your punishment."

I knew I was helpless to kill a god, and though I did fail, I made sure that glittering bitch's face would never be rid of that scar.

>>28277026
I know, but I figured you would still have your civilization existing at that point in time, so I included them with minimal details. I never even mentioned what "keep" they were at, just that they were Khornate /b/tards. I'll leave that up to you, should you wish to canonize it in your work.

>>28277154
It should also be said that the /a/nons included had been, like the /k/ommandos in the group, deposited elsewhere, away from their main board bodies.

>>28276090
The first new territory we stumbled across was sparsely populated. After finding a few humans and interrogating them we learned the board they visited most frequently was /gif/. While /gif/ may receive a lot of traffic, very few people actively participate in /gif/ more than any other board. From our invasion of /gif/ we learned more about why we were here and how we were placed in the locations we were. Several more ruins were located as we moved across the land and new weaponry was pillaged. We also liberated over 20 of these glowing mote stones to send back to Mossingburg to power their Gigants and protect the Alchemist.

We quickly stripped large sections of the land of trees and foliage so that the coming rains would erode the soil. This was for two reasons. First, it would destroy chances of the next wave having viable land. Second when the soil eroded and before we returned to marching we would be able to locate areas with high concentrations of minerals. Romans employed hydraulic mining in Britain, we would put the same thing into effect in these other lands.

Feeding nearly 7000 mouths away from home required a lot of infrastructure. One of the Council members had been building carts for the past year and now was sending us shipments of crops and food. We supplemented these arrivals by killing all animals in our area. Any beasts that were edible were consumed or cured. The ones that weren’t were left away from the camps to rot.

((>>28277154
Cool, just making sure you knew that. I'll be putting more detail into things once I conquer /gif/))

>>28277102
>Cyrillicish font.

Disgusting.

>>28276981
Faction wise in /k/ lands you got three.

The day/k/are or thosewho if they survived anyway became ruthless mercs.

/k/ommandos meanwhile are lurking around /k/ lands in the forest and hills but also may venture far and wide.

/k/ultists are those who largely stayed in the city and worship the murderkube. They can overlap with the other two and the other two dare not mess with them less they lose access to the normally quite rare goods/supplies they churn out.

In any case I decided to check out Mossberg. With that I unleashed for the full wrath of my warbands. After all /k/ needs materials and my forces need to have some fun. It wasn't long for my guys to return. Turns out they have gotten REALLY good at this must be because I normally only allowed few out a time so they were going to make the best of it. With that I left with a returning karavan who was returning after resupplying their coastal base in /tg/ lands. The joureny was surpisingly peaceful, I guess everything knows better then to fuck with someone as heavily armed as a karavan.

Once I got to the city I unleashed the materials to the city. It was quite a large amount. Apparently while /k/ have the resources they got don't have enough manpower to take complete advantage thus their constant need for materials. I couldn't believe how industrial the city was. Holy hell it was covered in industry. All working and churning out high quality goods. Apparently they do quality and charge as much. Luckily I got a good deal and stuff to completely arm my forces with surplus to spare. Lovely. I also of course made sure to complete my pilgrimage and made my way to the MurderKube...which was fucking HUGE. Holy hell I wasn't expecting that. I had just thought on my approach it was nothing more then then a tower or palace. Nope it was the Murdercube all along.

We had found a lot of new things in the ruins to our south, but the most immediately important and entertaining for a lot of us were the Glow Moth. We still don’t know what the larval stage looks like, but our bag of glowing blue cocoons would provide perfect source of silk. Along the way home a few of them hatched and we got to see the moth stage of our silk supplies.

The moth is extremely large. One wing is the size of an open palm and covered in blue and red skin that feels as fragile as an onion skin. The interesting thing about the Glow Moth is that the wings are shaped like feathers. Apparently it uses the animals of the environment as camouflage. A predator might not want to eat them if it thought they were Scale Wolves.

The cocoon for the Glow Moth is roughly the size of a fist and is very soft and silky. It glows a soft blue hue that can be used as a source of light. Hopefully when we begin to unravel them we can get nice, thick, and strong silk strands.

We plan to harvest the silk from the bags of Glow Moth cocoons and then begin weaving it together. We have one of the Bastion refugees sketching out the designs for a loom. It will be a rather complex creation, but being able to produce silk fabrics should be worth the time and energy investment.

>>28277441
When I returned armaments in tow and having finished meeting with /k/ommandos and the kult leaders. I returned home...only to fine the /pol/ blight has effected my forces. Goddamned political ideologies right when I had them where I wanted them too. Things were not looking good and I realized that unless I did something we were going to end up shattered and broken...so I ordered the troublemakers to be made example of. Problem is my group/cult Spirits Sanctum didn't have the manpower required to strike all of them at once. I needed to hit hard and fast otherwise things would go to hell. So I approached the precious Lady of SCIENCE for aid from her SCIENCES Cult. She agreed...if we took captives for the pursuit science. Apparently such high quality samples are so very hard to acquire.

Our forces struck as one. Throughout the Fort people were slain in their sleep, poisoned, or were dragged out of their homes. They all knew...they all did and yet they did it anyway. I reminded them about what happened last time. After that one and final warning i gave them I ordered the ring leaders made an example of. After that I handed the survivors off to the Science Cult my work was done and now no one dared bring up that shit up again. Not even during Council sessions. I made my point abundantly clear.

>>28276711
well that's fucking weird.

>>28278280
very disconcerting.

>>28278280
I agree. I'm interested to see where that is going.

>>28278331
maybe nowhere at all, for all we know maybe its an adaptation to the planet...right? RIGHT?

>>28277672
there are ways of hand weaving apparently in japan it was a huge thing, apparently you pull a strand free and using saliva pull it out.

>>28278355
We should purge the unclean children. Only true humans can be allowed to live. Children of Terra, do not forget your heritage!

>>28278397
but..dude, it might be they're the only kids that can carry on. I mean year we don't know why they're coming out like that but still. It aint their fault. Kinda like how it's not your's for being so damn ugly.

>>28277672
Our loom is very rudimentary and slow working. We are working off of theoretical ideas of how silk production works. I have our loom designer and two other people with basic engineering skills looking over the design to see how we can improve and build another loom. We are still producing roughly one bolt of silk a day and it is going towards making clothing for the women to wear while sleeping. Most of the men have become accustom to their leather enough that it doesn’t bother them. Eventually we hope to create basic clothing for our farmers and other general labor force.

Our success with the loom, as slow as it is, is still quickly depleting our stockpile of the cocoons. We will be returning to the ruins for additional supplies as well as preparing for an expedition to scout out the entire Main Hall. I am still hesitant to send people down the stairs without knowing its full depth. I fear only a few things of this world, and that chamber is one of them. I remember reading a book with an almost exactly the same environment while on Earth. I keep finding myself wondering if this world is real, or just one shaped by our memories and thoughts.

We also had our first success at calming a Scale Wolf with the butterroot oil. We’ve still been unsuccessful at bringing one home, but our two riders have been able to approach the wolves without incident. We hope to have two within the next few days. Once we are successful I will send Jill back to Butterroot to trade for additional oil. I may send a bolt of silk to Butterroot in trade for the oil and some additional bolts of flax linen.

In other news, my Yowler armor is finally completed. I’ve been using a gland from the Ferby’s that we have determined helps them coat their fur in the waterproof oils. It’s slow going because we only have what remains in the gland after we kill one, but I may be able to replace the overcoat with just the armor if I need too.

>>28278420
But what if they were engineered by the unclean souls who damned us to this world! Repent! Only the Spirit of Terra, the only remaining vestige of our Earthen heritage, can save us!

>>28278451
then it happened? So fucking what, hell it means likely our shit got tampered too. Remember kids gotta come from somewhere right? If they fucked around with genetics its in us, and last I checked you're trying to off yourself for being impure. So what if some kids have funny eye or hair color, it fucking happens doesn't mean it's anything terrible or world breaking.

>>28278387
That sounds even more arduous of a task. I'm trying to restart industry here. Functioning looms are needed!

Also, it can start trade between Butterroot and myself if they harvest and process the flax, and I stick it in my looms.

Oh, and when we finally get someone to step forward and say they have hemp to grow. But no one wants to admit to bringing weed to the new world and not smoking it all in the first few days while saying "fuck this shit, I'ma get high".... wait, we could find it on a dead body after they died from trying to pet the fluffy, feathery soft scale wolf!

>>28278451
((This guy doesn't know about my squad of purple skinned, purple haired warriors yet...Shh, don't tell him! Side note: be careful what you eat!))

>>28278552
don't worry I doubt he realizes its likely we've all been fucked with genetically.

>>28278686
It could be something else, like the blackeye cure, or xenoadaption. Or mostly harmless virus that's interfering.

>>28278727
its gotta get in there somehow, I mean in theory it could be something the kids are eating but that's doubtful.

ya know, a lot of shit on this planet has four eyes, I've gotta wonder just how much of the fucking spectrum these things are actually seeing. Could it be were like partly blind or some shit in comparison?

So, for those of you who don't know we at river city apparently have a direct river based route to the new wavers up norther, and with the formation of what's being called the Confederation, I think it's high time we started a little captilism. We'll be generally bartering but, central supply has also started issuing the currency in the form of the gem, backed by them. one gem is worth one loaf of bread moss. that's the basics as such we will also be using gems at least in the over land trade routes. Now, as to the loss of our boats..

>>28277241
We had watched as the rains swept away entire hillsides during the heavy spring monsoons. Beneath the soil we could see large deposits of sandstone and the rare copper ore vein. The 6 Council members in the crusade decide we should split some of the forces off and begin mining operation in this area. We had already created longhouses from the trees we chopped down, and some of the carts sent to our new mining camps could return with ore.

The copper would provide a conductive material to produce electricity in our major cities back home. We only had to follow the vein down and dig it all out. Lucky for us sandstone is fairly easy to mine with the correct tools and knowledge. It’s a bit of a pity we destroyed the ecosystem around the mine. Now our mining camp would rely entirely on supplies delivered to them from up north.

We ended up leaving only one platoon of actual soldiers and nearly 100 of our captives from /gif/ to mine the fresh quarry. The remainder of the our crusade continued west once the rains returned to a normal downpour instead of a flooding monsoon.

>>28279030
It was a private contractor running a private run. I traded him fairly... it's his lose that he died and I got my payment back.

Also, I have no way of communicating this to you or hearing what you said... so imagine this never happened.

>>28279148
((fair enoug))

>>28279030
In my area we use old world dice as currency. Something I picked up at the villages to the south.

>>28279110
Oh great slavers to boot. You think your better then the hordes huh? Hilarious. At least their honest about it all.

>>28278397
>>28278451
Oh shut up I just had to go over that to keep my guys from killing each other over politics.

>>28279030
It should be noted, we don't actually have any. The one raft River city had is now missing...so it's with much trepdition that I say we begin the workings of finding an actual ship builder, or at least several good carpenters. We need a vessel gentlemen and not just a barge. There's talk of following the river to the sea and then running a coastal trading route to the salt camp and cadia, or at least to near cadia. Barges will not work for that.

Well shit...the first boat we built was little more than a simple canoe, kinda like the one you’d see in a NatGeo mag about islanders in the pacific. You know the ones with the little thing jutting off to one side to keep the canoe from tipping. Anyway that went fairly well, I paddled around for a bit and was contemplating taking it up to the salt camp to show off when Smee called out that it looked like there was a storm on the horizon. Damn rain hit a lot fucking faster than I thought it would so I ended up fighting quite a bit trying to get the small vessel back to shore.

When I finally got back to shore Smee was writing a letter. He told me it was a list of things we’d need for actual ships. Sails,rope, more tools, stuff like that. I went to take a nap and when I awoke the rain had subsided to a drizzle. Smee was in the yard sitting at one of the rough tables we had throw together for working or drawing out plans. He was sketching out the hull for something. I couldn't make heads or tails of it but he assured me that it would be a fair bit better than the canoe.

>>28279342
You and I my friend, I think we need to talk

>>28279207
Well I just got done attending the speech where Buggy spoke about politics and the new world. Before having the leaders made a example. Note to self never go into the deeper part of the Slaneshi Halls of Pleasure. The things everyone did to them. Buggy certainly knows his shit its kinda funny that he claims to hate politics so much when he is so amazing at them. Seriously not even the tzeentch bastards can out plot him. Much to their continuing pain and misery. I don't even know how they still exist with all the shit that keeps happening to them.

Anyway we got sent off scouting me and my partner Alix. Apparently some bastards claimed to see a dark metal tower and it was decided to check it out. Problem is they claimed to see it near/in the mist. Fuck I don't want to go in there. At least in the above the mist despite all the fucking flyers at least you can see them coming and hear well still. In the mist you can't see for shit and everything is muffled.

So we went out. Things were going well until we encountered a flock of Rayrah. Imagine a flying sting ray with a barbed tail that travels in flocks and your getting somewhere. Basically they go dive bomb their prey in groups impaling them on their tails bring them in the sky and start tearing them apart alive. The stuff they ripped of vey their tail they eat then they dive back in more. Once their prey is up you cannot see anything but the flapping of wings and rain of blood, because they work in groups they can nab so pretty big prey.

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>>28279358
((Please direct any inquiries about purchasing a vessel to Sales Associate Smee. In all seriousness though word is eventually going to make its way from the Salt Camp to Kog and Cadia. It'll probably eventually make its way all the way to Butterroot Keep. A possible future riverboat perhaps?))

>>28279464
That sort of boat would do an excellent job, though it'd need lifts to reach the keep. In truth, there are no actual ocean-worthy boats in /tg/ territory right now, just glorified river boats. So it is a big event.

>>28279462
Well luckily my partner Alix gave me a heads up and I managed to dive enter a crack between some boulders which barely squeezed in. After that their strange fluttery flaps and cries told me when they were away so I poked my head back out again. God I hate those things everyone talks about wyvrens and rapedactyles but it makes me swear they never did a real tour in these mountains.

With that we continued our journey we went to where they claimed to see and didn't find anything. Damn bastards heads were probably turned the wrong away, or they just got lost. That happens a lot here despite not being in the fog.

After that we turned back, thing was though we encountered a group of survivors. We knew better then to take them back with us. Ever since Buggy's declaration but they still looked rather young...so we decided just because we couldn't take them back with us doesn't mean we can't give them some pointers. Turned out one of them was smith. Really need to talk to buggy about allowing an exemption for skilled or women. In any case after spending a few nights giving them some pointers and telling them about Fort Creeper. Surprisingly enough about a week after we got there they made it. First thing I noticed the smith do was head towards Buggy. Hope that works out well...

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>>28279110
It was about the time we were entering the area later known as /fit/ when word from home reached the front. My old territory in /jp/ as well as the Councilor from what we now called /TRS/ had begun work on boats. They started with building dugouts and had finally built three small wooden boats. They had used the love pillow casings from /jp/ to create sails for one of the boats and the other two used oars. As long as we stayed near the ocean inlet we would have supplies brought to us by boat and we would be able to send the spoils of war back home.

News from Mossingburg told us that the remaining Councilors had named the city the official capital. They had also raised a fresh legion with the new wave at the beginning of the year. The legion was currently being drilled and equipped in the capital. Derek had also discovered a group of 4 foot tall metal men. These men moved very sluggishly until exposed to sunlight. Once they had been relocated to the surface they began to rebuild the capital city’s defenses.

As for the Legions in the field, we had entered an area belonging to /fit/. Many of the inhabitants had grossly over defined muscle structure from the new wave. However, the long term inhabitants were growing flabby. They were refusing to eat anything that wasn’t grilled chicken, whey protein, or cottage cheese. This planet was lacking in all three of those and they were turning on each other trying to steal the new people’s stash of protein powder. Our offer of lean protein diets, plenty of exercise, and wheat bread convinced most of them to join our forces without the need for a fight. I’ll admit I lied about the wheat bread, but bread made out of fungus and delivered in our caravans was enough to keep them quiet about it.

>>28279694
In any case though I noticed the Nurglites finally come out their garden(quarantine) area. They had a strange looking suit of armor...Noticed the mask on it. Seems to be the gask Masks made by Science Cult. Shit is amazing specially treated shell combined with a sticky slime that keeps in place that dissolves with a little juice. Water proofed to boot. Looked strange though then they showed it to Buggy who was most impressed apparently. After that Buggy made an announcement...we needed to hunt stuff in the fog, because apparently it requires the slimy hides on the critters there. FUCK me.

Apparently though that armor they made is get this completely sealed even when damaged or more depending on quality. So the worse gone nurglites can wander around and not worry about people torching them due to the whole plagues deal. I never did get why Buggy didn't just torch them all and now I know. He believed in them and they came through.

So we headed into the fog. I will admit a number of us died but we discovered some interesting things and brought back the materials. Despite the losses we got enough to reequip our forces with new stuff to spare. Finally we can make headway in the toxic island of Fortress Keeper. Previously even with the gasmask did little good thanks to the rest of your body being exposed. Acid snow did a real number along with corrosive toxic gas.

>>28279806
/k/ penises penises scrawled everywhere.

VIVA LA DICK RESISTANCE!

"Buggy BUGGY WE GOT /Y/KINGS, screamed the messenger

...wuh, but but we're in the FUCKING MOUNTAINS. This makes no sense.

Well apparently they sailed up the river...into the mountains.

Their ships can do that?

Apparently.

Why they come here?

You know the amazons?

Uh yeah those crazy bitches who were here before us what about them?

They sorta..allied with them.

And why are they here exactly?

Trade.

...trade. The infamous /y/kings oh come on you got to do better then that.

Seriously boss they want /k/ equipment that they don't have to steal also our goods.

*sigh* and what do they offer us?

...ships.

Ships?

yup.

Why the FUCK do I need SHIPS.

...they got pillaged goods too.

Now were getting somewhere. Fine just do whatever you fuckers should know the drill.


...Turns out they bought a ship anyway. Goddamn it WHHYYY I swear fucking cultists. In any case after that they left...with some amazons in tow. Ugh at least the nurgles came up with that nifty armor. Looks like I am running out of excuses to not take over Fortress Keeper completely. Damn it. Oh on that note I discovered the bomb fruit if their grown with you nearby get acclimated to you they don't explode when you get close. Nifty now to see how they work....

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It seems our moths have a natural predator. We had noticed this bird before, but never saw what it ate or did. Now that we are competing with it over the Glow Worm I've taken the chance to catalog it.

Our pencils are running out in the Tower and the few we have left have really bad erasers that just smudge the paper. Good paper is too precise to waste and start over so this is the best rendition of the bird until we revise our catalogs.

The bird has 2 sets of eyes to provide it full 360 depth perception. It has a red face and chest with a purple body made of feathers.

The first set of limbs are reverse jointed leathery wings. From close inspection of the wings it shows sign of once being a limb used to grasp things. The middle set of limbs is used to perch on limbs while the final set at the rear is used to grab the Glow Moth and shred the wings off. If the bird is not hunting it will use these limbs to balance itself.

The entire bird is roughly the size of an adult males open hand. We are still working on a name for this bird.

>>28280267
Its been a few months...its time to take Fortress Keeper. Our boys are armed and ready I did some recon. Only thing we got to purge is the very top and bottom past even the industry area. Both of those places are monster heavy. Truly going to be a right prime adventure I only allowed volunteers to go out the rest of the forces I unleashed as warbands heading north. Lots of stuff people can't take with them being 200 lbs and all. More importantly a smith brought up the lack of skilled individuals also women. So...I sort had to make some concessions I however ordered them to take the skilled as priority and avoid the women. Otherwise the amazons may take offense and we'll be all fucked. Those bitches have been here since first wave growing and expanding in the most hostile areas. They also know the weird stuff here a lot better then we do. Even Lady Science admits they know a lot more about the symbiotic shit and have done weird things to their body and captives.


We headed out...I had not realized the threat of said monsters. Our forces got their asses kicked but they won...it was on the way back we encountered problems. Damn minotaurs and other wandering beasties did a real number on our forces. We managed to take a good chunk of ground though. Only the very tip of the fortress and bottom is beyond our control.

Quick thing though...I sorta got kidnapped along with my guide the old minotaur from a while back. We got taken dragged off to their females. As in turns out the ladies hunt the men and I sorta got caught the crossfire. I tried to get away I did though got dragged back though screaming nails broke and everything. I now understand how the amazon captures, but uhm going to wait a little while before going to the doc...really don't want to have to explain this injuries right away...only reason I got away was the male minotaur bought be time and a distraction allowing me to escape. Ah I miss him already.

>>28279806
Our excursion into fit had a little less scorched earth until we had confirmed what the land might have for us. We had learned our lesson with /gif/ and knew we needed the copper veins. If it wasn’t for the need to have caravans moving the ore back to Mossingburg our troops there would be in trouble.

As we pushed further and further into /fit/ we began to see less and less of the natives. Where we had first assumed the natives had all died off after not having their strict dietary needs we later learned they had been living in one of the ruined cities along the coast. Except that the city wasn’t in ruins, and it was fully armed with the strong over toned muscleheads one would expect of /fit/. Their walls were nearly 15 feet high and surrounded the entire port from coast line to opposite coastline running nearly 1 mile in length. We had brought no siege equipment and no guns large enough to damage the wall. We were at a deadlock. We would either have to turn around and leave, wait out a siege, or try developing siege equipment in the field.

Our army was not used to stagnation. Their leaders were loyal and highly skilled, but the ramble was conscripts pressed into service by the conviction that our quest would prevent any other humans from being sent to this planet. One of the other Councilors compared himself to leading a Volkssturm that it finally hit us. Our army was in no way capable of dealing with an actual threat. The men were shaken at seeing the large city and the relatively easy life the /fit/guys were able to live after being near the water to supply them food. We had expected to roll over the other citizens of 4chan in one tidal wave of force. However, here we had lost the first battle before it had even begun.

>>28281063
On that note it seemed an unusual amount of my forces got lost and nailed by both traps and ambushes galore. Apparently my guide has helped me far beyond what I had even imagined. Oh I miss him so much...I hadn't even come up with a nickname for him despite everything he has done for me.

Meanwhile while recovering decided to check out the bomb fruit once more...and nearly blew my self up for my trouble. Like despite it not being hostile it started sizzling once I plucked it. I never ran so fast in my life to the nearest window to chuck it out ignoring the screams about a rapedactlye. Until I head the boom as i threw it out relieved I began walking away only then did I hear the alerts, then the boom followed by a death shriek as something hit the ground...turned out the bomb had exploded near it. I didn't even get to see it DAMN IT. Ah man that was totally awesome too...and mostly pure blind luck.

Still though the majority of my forces dispatched into Fortress Keeper got wiped out. Only good news is they somewhat cleared the area and our warbands did amazingly well...only to find out the /b/ and /v/ are out for blood now. Warbands are coming into the mountains I got a hold of the amazons and asked what was up. They informed me the oncoming new wave there was too much for them to do. Their warbands were out recruiting and about traveling far and wide. Fuck. Just my damned luck. Hopefully the mountains do most of the heavy lifting...

>>28281235
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT FUCKING TRAPS HATE. So anyway our forces moved into the fortress and my god these traps would of done dorf fortress proud. We had lava floods, sudden seemingly bottomless pits the WORKS. The casualties sweet mother despite our amazing medical care they wasn't really much wounded...because the traps would sorta kill them all and rarely wound. Fuck I am barely remaining in control right now but Fort Creeper doesn't have the space we so desperately need this winter and the fact our food supplies are low. Though this is something the men don't know about. The fact is without heavy casualties...this winter we all would starve to death. The warbands brought back plenty of goods but little food. Despite that silver lining though...we suffered a lot of casualties.

Well the 'warbands' have started tinkling or too be more precise whats left of them. They got their asses kicked by these hellish some of these bands even had fucking day/k/are mercs with them. Not that it did them much good. Whats left of them mostly small ragged groups when they arrived merely joined up with our forces as is custom for surviving the 'hazing'. More like trials of death and hell. Their numbers helped patch up our ragged ranks. Problem is now I have a bunch of rabble that needs to go through the training as well.

Worse news yet a new wave has arrived. This time their fucking pouring into the mountains seems like they want to find a new way into /tg/ and also want my ass on a platter. We shall see.

>>28273264
whatdafaq OP, where's my animal arts?

>>28281429
We be writefags, not drawfags. Well i'm not anyway.

(Been busy I skimmed most of the info since I last posted)

Finally I get to meet with the mayor, I had gotten a letter asking if we would join a adventures guild. As much as I hate to say it I was and had already abandoned my people. The only thing I had left to do before I started, was to give the cherry bomb seeds to the mayor. I explained some of the the things in the north that were as bad as rapedactles, and gave him the cherry bomb seeds. I explained my plans to go south and adventure many be the librarian of the adventurers. I told him that we were going to stay at the farm until we could get three scale wolves for my freinds, the ranger havering left a few weeks ago.

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The time was coming when I would have to explain my plan for the guild but first I would have to wait for the takers of my offer. Most of the ones that were coming weren't that importaint for the future, but the pirate hadn't given me a true answer, and Zach was too busy courting the guard to have a true night on the town to discuss.

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>>28281709
No, I mean the animal art I did for you.

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>>28281709
I remember you/someone else saying that they'd be put up in the next edition of the PDF.

>>28281742
>>28281754
...i don't remember. You might be talking about either 008 or Expat. I'll give them both a yell in the IRC next i see them.

>>28281728
(Was wondering if you would be back on. If you wanna talk shop im using the IRC right now)

Tragedy has struck the shipyard yesterday. We finished the riverboat, not a bad little vessel honestly, but Pirate’s exuberance got the better of him. We converted the tents into sails for the boat, the Albatross as Pirate christened it, and we set off to take it up the coast to the salt camp. He wanted to show off what the shipyard could produce given the time or manpower. Well, I warned him I did. I told him, “Pirate we’re getting a bit far out, perhaps we should sail just a bit closer to the shore?” To be honest I was more than a little nervous. The boat wasn't really made for the open ocean, sure it could but it ran a greater risk of being sunk. He ignored me of course, until we heard something bump the bottom of the ship. Even he knew that it wasn't a sandbar or reef and the color drained from his face.

The thing reared its head, blotting out the sun. Neither of us got a good look at it before it swung its long neck(?) at us. The thing snapped the mast and knocked Pirate and I into the water. It must not have liked him because it went for him first. It picked him up and flung him around like a ragdoll. It held Pirate by the legs and shook him side to side ferociously.

I swam back to the boat and retrieved one of the crude hatchets that we had aboard while it was occupied. It was certainly better than nothing. I drew back my arm and flung the hatchet and watched it arced into the beast’s face. It let out a frightful shriek and dropped poor Pirate before it sank beneath the waves.

I rowed over and when I fished Pirate out of the sea I saw that his left leg had been bitten off at the knee and his right had been cut up pretty bad but looked like it would be fine with some stitches. He needed medical attention I wouldn't have been able to give him back at the yard so we kept on to the salt camp. I hope he has gotten the medical attention he needed in time, something better than the crude first aid I gave.

>>28281754
Despite the transition from our homeplanet being fresh in the handwritten articles of some old writefags, the Shallow Ocean Heart Smail, or often times just called the Heart Smail, has become a large part of /tg/ culture as a piece of food. The Heart Smail is an ocean dwelling variety of Smail, only seen off the eastern coasts. The Heart Smail is an animal meant to be eaten during two lover's wedding. The taste of the Smail is slightly sweeter, but largely the same.

Coming from a land of generals, wizards, and knights, the Heart Smail and its stance in /tg/ culture is only meant for the adventurous, strong, and brave. It is said that if someone were to offer a Heart Smail that they had caught themselves, and not bought, no one would refuse. This is because of the incredibly arduous journey that a person must go through in order to obtain the Heart Smail.

First of the obstacles, you must go during the storming season to the coasts. The Heart Smail washes upon shore from its normally deeper ocean home during the storm. The trek itself is usually around 100 miles, and through the rain and elements of the storm season, the trek alone may kill the adventurer.

Second, you must survive the many gastropod, arthropod, and mollusk predators that wash up from the depths as well. Primitive octopi-like creatures ranging from 2-4 feet high with tentacles reaching 6 feet have been reported, along with terrifying large crabs and poisonous slugs with stinger-tongues.

Third, you must find the Smail. Entire bastions of the Heart Smail have been wiped out by predators during this time. The lucky and fast Heart Smails hide in wet sandy dunes until it's safe to wander.

Finally, with your Heart Smail in your hands and your love in your heart, presenting the Smail yields wondrous results. However, most do not go on this journey and instead buy the Heart Smail. Though it's slightly uncommon because of its seasonal times of being caught, its expense is worth tradition.

>>28281728
I had been dragged to Cadia to recover. It was closer than Kog at the time. Smee had left me here and went back to the yard. He sent me a letter telling me that the albatross was being rebuilt from the ground up, this time ready for the terrors of the sea. I couldn't help but thank him for all he’s done so far. It has been a week since I awoke here and found that my leg is gone. I don’t feel sad about it though, all I feel when I look at where it was is a burning rage that wells up in my heart. The only thing I can think about is revenge and how I will need a crew, an armed one, and a ship, not a little riverboat. The thought crossed my mind that the adventurer guild that I heard was being started would have the manpower I needed. I've written a letter stating clearly, and in no uncertain terms, that I will join the guild. Hopefully they will have the crew I need. The nurse that has been caring for me was the same one that patched me up during the siege. She recognized me from the scar across my face, and remarked almost casually that I was turning into a real storybook pirate. As much as I hate to admit it I find it difficult to be grumpy around her. I know what is going on though I refuse to admit it to myself. I've never been good with women. I found out that her name is Hayley though, and she asked what mine was. I told her Pirate and she was unamused. Her glare made me freeze up and I couldn't help but whisper my real name. The manipulative wench....

>>28281909
my bad dude, that's actually an older edition anyways, I'm currently working on the current and up to date.

tgian women seem to know how to manipulate us menfolk good lord.

so, our kids have a tendency towards red hair and violet eyes?
>we tarygean now?

>>28285303
I was almost gonna say Cadian, but the red hair throws it off.

>>28285353
Yeah, maybe nords? And wonder if the violet eyes thing is common more to Cadian children than elsewhere seeing as we do have a goddamned Cadia complete with Walls and castellen who likes pulling cheap tricks...er...tactical genius.

>>28285303
needs more dragon.

>>28285303
We get silver haired kids then yes, yes. we tarygean.

>>28284888
were you expecting anything less from the cunning ca/tg/irls?

they have to be atleast twice as able in any social situation then the average fa/tg/uy

>>28285609
though really that isnt saying much.

The Games were a great success, both as a distraction and entertainment and at bolstering our ranks.

Although the slaves might not have been as well fed, the fact that rarely did anyone of them go hungry was something that detractors of horde often overlooked, and lacked any combat training, they still all were much stronger physically than when they had first arrived on this planet. The ones that had proven their potential weren’t warrior material yet, but they would be in a couple of weeks. The acolytes picked up only slightly less in new additions and they’d barely had anyone worth designating a scholar. Most slaves were simply made into the serfs but even they seemed to prefer the idea of that to outright slavery.

Plenty of resentment remained though, so she needed to focus on making them feel apart of the Horde, make their destinies and their lives tied to it. But that did not mean she would not sleep with a dagger next to her bed just in case.

But what really hurt was the lack of Scholars that had been recruited. With the cities of /g/ cut of from them far to the north they could not rely on them for technology and none of their allies in the immediate area could offer anything they didn’t already have. They needed to start building and developing, the other warbands were already testing their borders and there was noise from abroad of more aggressive boards on the warpath. They did have one lucky break though, one of the scholars had professed some knowledge of the mechanisms behind a crossbow and is already working on the first prototype. If they could mass produce them they would have a counter to those damn bows that /tg/ seemed to have an unending supply of.
Before that though they needed to build one that didn’t take the fingers off of the person using it.

>>28286195
oh look /b/ is finally catching up to the times.

>>28286597
Says the non-believer who would never survive in our lands.

We live at the mercy of the Plague Father, and with his blessing we thrive. Our plight is only a test before we ascend as true rulers of this planet.

>>28286905
I don't know, i mean we are doing pretty well at Bastion, aren't we?

>>28286923
not really last I heard the cadians kicked your asses out.

>>28286960
What? Who do you think i'm talking about? I'm NOT SUPPORTING THE NURGLITE YOU TARD!

>>28286979
ah shit sorry, we've had people pretend to be not cultists in the past. Ya know, like the sixth house pretending their not idiots.

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>>28286993
Oh no worries, Like i said i don't support the Nurglite efforts, and am extremely pleased at our taking of Bastion. Hopefully we will be able to rid ourselves of there taint once and for all.

>>28286993
Well you better cut it out! Only I get to falsely accuse and beat him for resisting arrest!

>>28287321

Nice to see you to.
Think you broke my rib last night.

And i thought you got promoted...somehow.

>>28287475
Formality mostly, I'm supposed to get my promotion some time in the next month when my probationary period is over.

And anyways, you shouldn't of that joke about the lord of change compelling me to get undressed. As an apology the next time it'll be my treat.

I was with /b/ when it first began. Some will say that it was never good, but there was a silly warm comradere there. We swapped stories, told tales and had fun under the joking veneer of social retardation that only later became reality. We were mostly just dumb kids having silly fun.

I hadn't posted there - or anywhere on 4chan - for years. I looked, I browsed occasionally, but the place I loved was gone.

My arrival and survival wasn't spectacular. I dropped down in the first wave, found a group of starving /b/tards that managed to figure out the yowler cure before trying to hunt another yowler got them all killed, and with the Disney filter on I was able to wander.

One of the things I grabbed was my guitar. In a world with no electricity, people let me live and move through the land where others would be killed or enslaved. There were some narrow escapes, but most places were eager to hear a sound from home again. I'd sit down and play old rock songs or the Nyan Cat theme, get some food and something like a bed. It gave people a little bit of hope in between the murder.

I saw the wandering tribes learning to tame the hambeasts, and I saw the rise of the /b/astard's horde. The cults flared up in a desperate attempt to gain some measure of sanity and control again, but just made things worse than ever. I'd go through a city, play a little music, and leave to happy faces I knew would be bloody and blank eyed corpses the same time next year.

I was wandering far to the north of /b/, practically in /g/ territory, and I was running for my life. A group of escaped slaves from down south had ambushed me in the middle of the night, and I was running into the thick woods, all but naked.

The sound of gunshots rang out behind me, and cries of "Slaanesh!" And "Nurgle!” rang out. One of the bastards strummed my guitar.

>>28288388
It would be suicide to stay. If they caught me, they’d kill me… or worse. There was no punishment coming for them, either. I didn’t have the strength, and there were no cops here.

I ran for miles. Everything I had was gone. Guitar, clothes, weapons, food. It wasn’t just my livelihood, but my chance of survival. Out here, nearly naked, I’d be dead if a Yowler or a human attacked. No settlement would take me, thinking me one of the naked ‘griefers’ that showed up with every new wave.

I don’t know how long I ran, but the sun was beginning to rise when I stopped and saw it. The shattered remains of a builder ruin.

They weren’t common, and were usually inhabited. I swore. All I could do is go up and hope they weren’t raiders. Maybe they’d enslave me rather than kill me. At least I wouldn’t starve or get eaten by a Yowler. I had eaten better than most, but I was still mostly skin and bones by this point, and could probably pull off a good Jack Skellington impression.

As I came closer, I realized this wasn’t inhabited. It reminded me of an ancient Aztec temple or pyramid, with a huge door for an entrance. What convinced me there were no humans here were the corpses of the builders.

The steps were littered with them. Bones, mostly - but obviously not human. Whatever had happened to their race, these bones didn’t go with them. The place looked like a battle had happened here. Skeletons wore armor and held spears, and the temple was pitted, like someone had attacked it with a catapult. If humans had been here this would have been looted.

Thank goodness. Uninhabited. I could at least find shelter, scavenge some armor off of these guys and a weapon in case a yowler attacked.

>>28288406
When I went in I noticed the blood. It was old and dry, but that dull brown color of human blood, dragged in a trail across the floor. Did the builders have blood like humans? The rain didn’t reach in here, so there was nothing to wash it away. Curious that it was the only blood in here, though. It looked like someone dragged a body across the floor, or crawled, judging by the drag marks.

I grabbed a spear from one of the skeletons outside in case a yowler had made the temple its den. It might have killed something and dragged it in.

The ruin wasn’t totally whole. I could see where the stonework had fallen or been smashed in, and light streamed through the holes. I walked down the short hallway into the darkness.

The center was a vast chamber, echoing with my footsteps. Light shone down on a giant altar shaped like a rapedactyl. A builder corpse slumped over it, a spear embedded in its side. Something behind the altar gave off an eerie red light, making the shadows look sinister.

At the foot of the altar, there was a human corpse, long since reduced to bare bones. The blood trail led right to it.

I’ve never been big on looting corpses, but looting the dead bodies of new arrivals had become something of a requirement by this point, and no one blinked an eye at it in /b/ territory. There was no control, no order - just anarchy and bloodshed. It still bothered me, but I knelt down and looked.

Nothing. The clothes the corpse had rotted in were ruined. Two holes in the back of the corpses shirt and two big ones in front told the tale. The poor bastard got robbed, shot in the back and dragged himself in to die here.

>>28288416
Just another corpse in the wasteland, who dragged himself to find help only to find a tomb. Well, it was better than most got. Still, I felt bad. Nobody would know who he was, nobody would say a word over his corpse - unless I did. I reached down, shaking off a wave of revulsion, and looked inside the skeleton’s pants pocket, and pulled out a wallet. It wouldn’t be much, but if I knew this person’s name, I’d be able to say a few words.

I pulled out the Drivers Licence, and dropped it in shock.

It belonged to Christopher Poole.

I still couldn’t believe it. I’d found the corpse of Moot. I’d always thought he’d show up and build some cult, or maybe - just maybe - find some kind of way to impose order on this chaotic shithole, like he did back before we all came here.

I didn’t speak for a long time, just looked at the ID where I’d dropped it. He hadn’t died in any special way. To be this decomposed, he had to have come in the first wave. Of course he’d die that way. Almost everyone died from starvation or poison or gunshots back then. God dammit.

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>>28288429
It was just a silly, childish dream, but I had hoped in my heart of hearts that someone would come to punish them. Someone who could impose order, control. But if he was dead…

I spoke aloud. “Who will punish them?” I whispered.

I felt something. A crackling in the air that made the hair on my neck stand on end, and sent goosebumps through my body.

“YOU.”

I felt the voice inside of my head, like a shout, like a judgement given by a god.

I stood up, and like a puppet walked to the other side of the altar, seeing the front half of the corpse slumped over it. Looking at it from the front, I could see an enormous mask and the fancy robes clearly. Even in death, its enormous hand clutched a gigantic warhammer, pulsing with the light of a red mote stone bigger than any I had seen before - and in its other, a metal box that reminded me of a dull red version of the companion cube.

My hand moved on its own, reaching out, and grasping the haft of the hammer. I felt a surge through me, like a lightning storm happening inside my body. I screamed, my roar echoing inside the empty chamber. A voice reverberated within me.

“PUNISH THE SINFUL! SMITE THEM DOWN!”

I cried, tears streaming down my face, and fell to my knees. The hammer dropped from the corpses hand. The pain of the voice, the power and finality of it, were overwhelming.

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>>28288460
Gradually it faded like the dying thunder after lightning had struck, and I came to my senses again.

This hammer - whatever it was, wanted me to have the power to punish them. The evil, the vile, the corrupt. There could only be one choice after living in this shithole so long, seeing the vile go unpunished for unspeakable crimes I could only accept. But the people of /b/ wouldn’t listen to me just because I had some kind of builder artifact. They needed something. A symbol of authority.

I looked at the ground on the other side of the altar, at the ID of Moot, and an idea began to form.

“CREATE YOUR VESTMENTS, PUNISHING PRIEST! LET THEM FEAR YOUR PRESENCE!”

I didn’t fall to the floor this time. The voice felt like a part of me, booming inside me. Knowledge began to fill my mind, and I walked back to the cube.

I don’t know how, but I knew how it worked. That it could make simple things if I had what it needed.

Vestments… vestments. There was no outfit for moderators. They were supposed to be anonymous. But… anonymous wore a dress suit. Yes.

“Create a dress suit and shoes for me.” I said, and trailed off. No. I couldn’t simply wear a green mask and be taken seriously as a moderator. I needed more. I looked at the mask the ancient dead priest wore, and at the ID on the ground.

“And a Moot mask and moderator’s pin.”

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>>28288485
I felt it read my mind, examine my knowledge of what these things would be and look like. Others may not notice it, but I could feel it looking within my thoughts and memories. It made my skin crawl.

Thin waves of light swept over the room, and Moots clothes, the priests clothes, and the golden mask all disappeared, and the suit appeared next to the cube.

A Moot Mask of solid gold, and a gold-thread lined solid suit. On top of it lay a four leaf clover pin that read, “Mod” in red and a bar beneath with a nonsense trip code.

4Chan had a moderator again. And I would ban the sinners.

>>28288504
(I'll write more a bit later. Have to go for now.)

>>28281341
Well shit a new wave has arrived and was wipped onto into a starving horde that charged into the mountains . Apparently they want to know the ways through and are more then happy to throw people at it until they do. Normally I wouldn't complain problem is /v/ermin swarms are among their number. Luckily the VAST majority of them died...unluckily those were only the rabble. As in the ones who had to worry about found a way through. So I found my forces besieged. Not sure how long we can hold out there is lot of them. According to my scouts they managed to find several passes in the mountains. Too bad said passes were shrouded in fog. AKA death trap deluxe. Unfortunately they found a few high road passes that if your good/lucky can circumvent the fog at the cost of leaving yourself vulnerable to what lies above. Not sure what I am going to do. Our Fort Creeper is first line of defense after that we have the bridge serving as a chokepoint finally after that we have hell island and Fortress Keeper.

I think we can hold them but I am not looking forward to the casualties. If we suffer too many it wont matter if we win in the end or not phryic victory is bitch, even on Earth much less here.

>>28288504
Sounds like the hammer is ready to fall

So what system should I use to run this setting?

>>28289867
3.5 dnd

>>28288504
I hadn’t considered how difficult a trip through the woods would be wearing a suit, but I made good enough time. The clothes were incredibly durable, and the hammer and cube felt light in my hands. It was bizarre - the hammer looked like it was made of bronze and gold and stone, but it felt like a feather in my hand.

I swung it against a small tree to test it, and the thin trunk snapped like I’d hit it with a battering ram. I punched a different one to see if I had super strength or something, but pulled back my hand, cursing. Even through the gloves it had hurt, and the tree was fine. No super strength then. The heavy hammer was simply light to me.

I could see smoke in the distance. A small town. Another raid, a common scene these days. Before I would have run. Would I run now? Through the mask I looked down at the hammer in my hands, felt the power pulsing through it like a storm the size of a nebulae. I kept walking forward.

The raiders were in the middle of town, cutting people’s throats and raping the locals. What few little ramshackle huts these people had built were already burning, and someone was making a Khornate symbol out of the blood on one of the few houses still standing.

The voice boomed inside my head.

“PUNISH THE SINFUL!”

One of them noticed me, and pointed. They pulled a rifle and fired.

>>28291196
I thought that I was dead in that instant. I could see down the gunbarrel. I heard the bullet sound, and only an instant later did I realize that the red light seared into my vision was that of the bullet curving around me.

I strode forward, doing my best to look confident, and grateful that the mask hid my shock. The hammer made my heart sing.

“I am the Moderator!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, feeling the words I had rehearsed on the way back come to me. “And you have violated global rule 4. No raids. The punishment: You are BANNED!”

Somehow, though I was still twenty feet away, I knew I could strike him and swung the hammer. I felt… something, and the hammer flared to life, crackling with red lightning, and a ghostly red beam flew through the air to the man with the rifle, and struck.

I had never seen a man explode into a cloud of ashes before, but the effect could not have been more profound. Men dropped their weapons and fled.

>>28291372
“NO MERCY.” The voice sounded in my head. Yes. No mercy. Not for people like this.

“You are all BANNED!” I shouted, and swung the hammer a dozen times, each time a ghostly beam of light flew through the air and struck a raider, causing him to explode into a cloud of ashes. The giant mote stone dimmed for a moment and then flared back to life.

Behind me, the survivors of the village cringed.

One of them, a beaten young man, finally spoke up. I gave the story I had spent so long thinking up.

“Who are you?”

A lone man in a mask is a nutcase. I needed to be more. I had spent the time since the temple thinking about a fantastic lie.

“Moot has sent me to these lands.” I said, voice booming with years of stage training and singing paying off at last, “I am your moderator.”

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>>28291452
At the name of Moot, there were whispers. Fear. Panic, hope.

“He arrived with his moderators as the only people to land in the realm of /q/, and found a land of great artifacts. Even now he builds a fleet to retake this land, but he is engaged in a terrible war with another continent were the people of Reddit dwell. He shall wipe them out and then impose order upon the Chan lands yet again! I am the vanguard of his moderators, sent to establish janitors and prepare /b/ for his coming, and to ban those who break his rules.”

I had no idea if Reddit got a continent, of course, and the bit about the defunct /q/ board getting a land was an outright fabrication. But it was a plausible enough lie.

The whispers turned to loud argument, and that same man turned and asked, “What proof do you have!?”

I pulled the ID of Christopher Poole from my pocket and threw it to the ground. He picked it up.

“It’s - It’s Moot’s ID!” The people crowded around and looked at it with wonder.

“ACOLYTES!” The voice inside me screamed. Yes. I couldn't do it alone.

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>>28291538
“Who is the law around here?” I asked, glaring at them through the mask.

“They- they’re dead, oh based mod!” Shouted the man.

“Hmmm.” I said. “You had the courage to speak up. Bring me metal, and come here.” The man walked forward hesitantly. Hurriedly, people ran to grab whatever metal junk they’d scavenged, from old cell phones to a rifle and ammunition a raider had dropped before getting ashed. I raised the cube and light shot forth, consuming his clothes and the metal they had brought, and creating a suit and mask like my own, though it shone of steel rather than gold. On top of them sat a small stun gun and a cattle prod that gleamed like new, and a pin with an image of a dripping wet mop on it.

“You are now a janitor of the lands of /b/. You will clean up the mess and remove those violating the rules, and call for me should those deserving bans come. Whatever identity you had before you surrender now, for you are remade. Rebuild good and strong, or I will come back and ban all here for shitbuilding.”

Retaking the ID, I walked away. One town down, all of /b/ to go.

>>28291619
You've got a long way to go based mod

>>28291619
Ok, so who's shouting?

>>28293482
The spirit of the ban hammer, who echos the values and rules of the mod who weilds it.

>>28293697
That is a little worrying

so wait a minute how many factions do we have in the northlands right now?? Like major warbands and shit.

>>28293482
the ghost of moot

>>28295425
Ok here we go.

Nurglite Horde;/b/
/g/ Free Cities
The Kultist, Followers of the murder /k/ube
The /K/ommadoes
The Day/k/are
The /TRV/ Crusade
A guess Buggy's Cultist Army might be considered a Northern Faction, but then again I don't know where they are.

>>28293482
>>28293697
>>28296533
Many a good answer. I'm going with Elder God.

>>28297996

I was gonna God and the Devil but that just might be past experiences talking

I made sure to get leave Bastion before the fighting was over, the last thing I needed was to be picked up by a Ranger patrol because I got lazy.
And with the cities leadership dead, the forces disorganized and thei equipment outclassed, the victor was already long decided, so there was no reason to hang around to find out.

I considered heading west, /k/ was supposed to be located in that direction, as well as the nomadic tribes of /trv/, but I decided against it pretty quickly, to get to either I would have to pass through both /v/ or /vg/ territory, neither which would be pleasant.
Its a shame to, I wanted to see if there was any substance to the rumors of a crusade led by /trv/ and the genocide they supposed to commit. I don't believe it myself, I mean honestly, the /trv/lers, the sightseers, the tourists?

It didnt make sense either, even the Horde at its worst was aimed at bring the land under its control and ensurng survival through culling of the weak, not wiping out everyone else.

Whatever, I decided to head north instead, towards the Free Cities fo /g/, allthough 'free' might not be the right word for them. If nothing else they might be in need of a mercenary or a trading caravan might need a guard. Or I might even start a simple life of a common worker, find a trade and settle down somewhere in /g/, behind the walls of some city.....no, I dont think I could do that, not after becoming so accustomed to bloodshed and violence.

But im getting ahead of myself, I had to get there first and for that I had two choices. Pass through the lands of other war/b/ands or try and skirt the less populated borders between /b/ and /vg/ and when I got further up north I would need to decide if I wanted to try making my way around the walls of the Great City or chance a quicker route through it. Right now I have no ida ,I'll wait till I make camp, when it starts getting dark, then I can rest, eat and plan my next move.

>>28300050
FYI Im assuming /vg/ is located seperately from /v/, north of them in the forested area west of /b/ and /g/.

If anyone has previous fluff that contradicts that let me know.

>>28300050
The sad thing about /b/ is that it really a rather nice place.

Now I don’t mean the people, they are mostly assholes, or the animals, those are almost all horrific murderbeasts that exist to kill you in terrible ways and it doesn’t even have a lot of readily edible food for humans.
Okay so it sounds like a shit hole, but what most people seem to ignore is that the weather is almost always pleasant, neither to hot or to cold, we don’t get the constant rains as they do to the south and the landscape is stunning, when it isn’t ravage by roving warbands. Grasses of bright greens and tans, flowers of a huge variety and trees more red and white then green and brown. Event he landscape itself is pleasant, consisting mostly of rolling hills and open plains, with sparse woods scattered about. Not the land typically connected with the ‘dark forces of chaos’.

But even the pleasant background cannot make up for what I see happening in /b/, when I decided to head north up the border of /vg/ and /b/ it was not my first choice. I had wanted to avoid the Hordes closest ally and the ones they could actually communicate with, and the western hill tribe lands are exactly on this border, so not ideal. But I the end I didn’t care because I just didn’t want to see how the rest of /b/ was tearing itself apart. Warbands were constantly forming and fracturing, either worshipping another chaos god or simply banding together for strength but all constantly in a state of war with some other faction.

It embarasses me more than anything. These were the people I talked with and argued with on /b/, the people I thought were kind of fun. These were the same people who I fought side by side with and believed my allied. These were the people I thought would help establish a new world.

>>28300518

But I look at them now and all I see are people driven mad by desperation and their own idiocy.

Khorne warbands sought out battles with anyone and fractured to fight even themselves when there was no one else Tzeneetch warbands were chaotic and the reasoning behind their own attacks a mystery. The other Nurgle warbands seemed to simply revel in the sickness and disease that their actions spread, missing the point of the original hordes actions. But worst off were the Slaanesh who tore themselves apart satiating their ‘hungers’ and ‘urges’, they wouldn’t last the month. Even builder cults and stanger beliefs have served as the basis of a new warband. The rest just fought and killed each other for food and slaves.

None understood the long game, the need to create and build in order to survive, they were just savages.

>>28281177
We spent the next two weeks in a fractured state of disarray and chaos. Many of the warriors saw the city of SQUATS as a safe haven for all humanity. They had not seen Mossingburg when they came to muster, so they did not know that we also had cities equally large or productive. Portions of units and in a few places entire platoons were turning up missing after they had snuck away during the night. We had planned to control the masses through the hope that if we fight enough, kill enough, spread out and destroy enough, then whoever had sent us here would send us back, or at least stop sending us more people. Now we needed a new ideal for our warriors, or the entire warband would fall apart at the first major city we encountered.

The Hexumviri, we 6 Councilors in the field called a meeting to discuss our splintering forces.

One of the fellow travelers had better control of his troops. They were interested in the city, but being mostly from /sp/ they were more interested in what they called “Team Synergy” and they wanted to have the best stats among the warband. He had them start building trebuchets to keep them busy and they turned around and made it into a science. They’ve been throwing rocks and some of the native plants around in a field at the rear of our lines to entertain themselves. They’ve taken to calling themselves the “Pumkin’ Chunkin’”.

A /k/ Councilor already had several entire units desert and run off during the night to go play in the woods. At the time without proper control of the warbands direction and mindset we deemed it too foolish to hunt down the deserters and force them back or kill them. Looking back on it now, the lack of unifying all of /k/ into one big group is probably the reasons for their separate cults and ideals today. They had been separate while on Earth, here in the New World they would become something so fractured and splintered no one would know which one was the leading faction.

>>28301009
After nearly a full day of debating we had watched a sun rise and sun set while in our tents. The Final Solution was put to paper and we hoped it would bring the warband back under our control. The solution was a mandate giving our troops several rights as well as informing them of any goals the Hexumviri might have when they call the troops to muster. We would still be sending a message out to the aliens that brought us here, but we would also try diplomacy to bring more territories under our banner. We would not grind our troops against fortified walls unless necessary. If we secured a major city like the ones that were not built by Terran hands, we would allow some veterans, injured, or skilled to retire to the new territory if they desired. We would take a step back from the pulpit and stop preaching fire and brimstone, as well as stop pushing for annihilation of everyone else.

However, should a territory that we enter be as deranged as the lands of the /b/arbarians. Should we find some of the porn boards in a state of self-inflicted destruction. It would be the duty of all soldiers to purge the taint from the land. Only in the most extreme lands would we continue our scorched earth campaigns. The rest of this world would fall under our banner and our Empire would spread across the horizon.

In the end our forces had shrunk quite a bit. In Mossingburg we still had a legion of roughly 1000 men defending the city, but in the field our forces had shrunk to only 4000. In a few short weeks we had lost almost 2000 men to desertion and in fighting. One of the most devastating blows of our first campaign was suffered without a single enemy combatant because we were too bloodthirsty to think things through properly.

>>28301018
The Hexumviri used the term Final Solution among ourselves as a joke. One of the /k/ Councilors was a German history buff and liked to use references from WW2. To the men we called it simply the Solution.

After posting the Solution for the men our forces shrunk further. Many of our newer warriors who had been raised for the last year on the preaching of destruction to save the human race, were now appalled that we would not be burning the lands and salting the ground everywhere we went. As a fun side note, I would like to know where the hell they planned to get all the salt for that? Our salt mines up north were very simple and could only sustain our home territories and the soldiers in the field. We didn’t have enough to go around salting fields.

Our original veterans who were part of the first wave were happy to see the Solution. They had seen the depravity that came out of /b/, and they agreed with our mandate to destroy any territory that resembled that decline of humanity and decay of the laws and reason. They were also interested in the possibility of retirement. Many had seen Mossingburg and now finding the city of SQUATS we knew places like this existed. Our forces would be moving slower through the lands now, but the three and a half thousand remaining troops felt that we had a proper direction now. They fell back in line within the day and we moved our troops toward SQUATS.

>>28301175
We knew many of our former troops had deserted into the city of SQUATS. We planned to show a reunified force at the gates in hopes of bringing some of them back into the folds.

While our forces stationed themselves outside the city we found several people who were well spoken, or worked well under pressure. These were to be our diplomats and they would prove extremely helpful in the coming years. To fold a city into the Empire without losing a man, building, or industry was a far sweeter conquest than grinding half an army at walls and then burning the city. A team of five diplomats moved from our camps and into the city of SQUATS to see helping them find the light.

SQUATS was a port city with a harbor, although at the time their harbor was in a state of disarray. Our diplomats told them of our own harbors, our ships and shipyards, our own industry that was exploding across Mossingburg, and our vast territories. We wanted them to join us. We would offer them protection and trade and they could spend their days working out or competing over lifting crafts off of cargo ships.

We punished the diplomat that suggested they should do manual labor for us.

In the end SQUATS agreed to a Protectorate agreement between the Council of 15 and their city. We had secured another port and additional land, but at the loss of half of the warband and the bloodthirsty drive we had used to move it. We would be a lot slower moving from that point on. However, the Solution was helpful to stay the hand of the Hexumviri when we approached places with humans trying to survive this land like we had almost 2 and a half years ago.

>>28301213
In the city of SQUATS we took the time to help the people rebuild their harbor, clear houses, and explore the truly massive city they had found. Our caravans and boats began moving goods to the city. With the Fall rains coming we decided to rebuild the warband into actual units with various skillsets. Where we once relied on sending wave after wave of people at enemies until they were dead or we reset their kill counters and caused them to die, now we had organized troops and training. Futurama jokes aside, we had already been referring to groups of the warband as legions so we agreed to adopt Roman unit titles and tactics. We held the only Alchemist to create ammunition. Warfare would eventually return to sword, spear, shield, and bow.

The Pumkin’ Chunkin’ unit became our lead Auxilia. We took the Veterans of /k/ and named them Triarii. They would be our swing force. Highly specialized and ranged we could apply them to specific locations on the battlefield and swing the tide. Our diplomats, quartermasters, engineers, and cooks were all to be termed Immunes. They had highly specialized jobs and would not be required to fight in the actual battles.

The remainder of the force would be separated based upon skill and preparedness. For the ones who had armor from our predecessors, or armor from Earth , and actually knew a little about their weapons and armor, we would name Principes. Our remaining forces that were unarmed or unarmored and had no experience would be named Hastati. It was the responsibility of all Principes to help train and gear the Hastati. The Hexumviri would work to find ruins with weapons and armor, but the Principes would have to help them learn how to use it.

>>28301352
Our warband refined down into 6 cohorts of 500 men and additional staff and immunes. We were developing the first Legion of the Council. The remaining 11 council members back home would draw the additional troops for our missing 4 cohorts with the 6th wave.

Each of the Hexumviri was responsible for one cohort until we built our numbers to separate the army into Legions. Thankfully, at this time we did not have any infighting over the direction to move the First Legion. We would continue west and secure the entire sea inlet.

The city of Squat was renamed without the capital letters for bureaucratic reasons. We had helped them build proper farm lands, salt refinement from the sea water, reinforced their defenses, and built proper warehouses and trade houses for them to store, send, and receive from all over the lands.

>>28301774
I can see these guys either being a huge asset to us, or just as bad as /b/ given their apparently annex happy.

>>28302656
I'm writing as Caesar on a campaign north through Gaul. It will be a long time before I cross the Rhine that is the gates of Cadia. One does not simply walk into /tg/ with only half a legion.

Although, I probably won't even go that direction. There are a few other boards I want to play around with instead. Also, for some reason I've got Roman military stuck in my brain.

>>28302747
Its fine, I'm waiting to see if some german and /k/antonese slips in here and there as they're a fusion board unlike our pure southerners. Also a full legion at Cadia's gates would be one hell of a fight and might warrant bringing everything /tg/ has to bear on the matter including the armors in kog and river city.

We are the priests of war, born in fire and baptised in the blood of battle we walk alongside the common solider, our voices shouting out the hymns of battle. We are the Trooper, the Warmachine which does not tire. We are the first through the breach and the last man at the gate. By us will you pay dearly and from us you must wrestle victory. We are not the common soldier we are the priests of battle.

>>28303179
...wait are these guys basically chaplains?

>>28303179
So wait, are these guys on our side or are they like the deserter and just wild /b/tards being tarded.

So, I've gotta know does anyone actually know what all the little black markings on the maps mean?

>Haven't browsed /tg/ recently because quality seemed to be disappearing
>Go through catalogue
>LENORE
Woah, that brings back memories.
Haven't read the thread yet. Did the 008 posts get referenced anywhere?
His content was really fucking awesome.

>>28304099
he's still making posts here and there and kog is still kogging along, River City is still a shithole, /b/ is still /b/ and Cadia is still well Cadia. We also now have a nicer map and pdfs!

>>28304099
Some of 008's work is posted in the other threads. His work helped flesh out a lot of the zones we use now.

So, what's /x/ like?

Well good news is the fodder they used to flood the mountains have all largely died off. Bad news is their true forces have made it. We found ourselves dealing with a horde of /b/arbarians. We were severly I do not know how the hell they managed to bring in so many people in these mountains. I swear at least a hundred thousand fools came in here and died. Probably more I can't see the entire mountain range after all. Their forces charged forth and broke upon our walls. I have the feeling were going to win but only due to superior equipment, training, and fortifications cause holy hell do those fuckers have the numbers. Worst part is despite all odds I noticed both the /v/ermin swarms and /b/arbarian hordes have united against us however temporarily. I swear the surrounding mountains lit up like the stars across the sky during night there were so damned many of them.

According to my scouts they had thrown so many lives away so as to saite the hunger of the monsters here. Can't argue that it didn't work the monsters here are stuffed. Despite that though they still avoid the fog and prefer the heights. Thanks to the all the sacrifice that is actually legitimate strategy now. FUCK. To think they would use a flood of blood to float their armies down on the rafts of their fallen foe. /tg/ isn't expecting this shit I wasn't expecting this. They fighting I have noticed wages day and night apparently they plan to make sure our forces never have time to rest...someone out there in that damned horde/swarm has an actual albeit ruthless brain. Whatever beliefs out there help us all.

According to our scouts they failed to satisfying the endless hunger of the fog reaches. If the regular screams are anything to go by depending on how close to the edge of it they are. Hm great despite them thinning the herd their all going to develop a taste for human flesh. So one small blessing at least doubt it will be enough...unless. Wait a second I got an idea.

ROYCE GET YOUR ASS OVER

>>28305185
They were smart to use the rabble to pave the way, but now I shall show them there is no escape from hell. Especially mine.

So I went down in the deeper reaches of Fortress Keeper. To the very heart of the trap lairr despite all odds that same old guide came to guide me again. I swear if we make it out of this I am going to give that son of a bitch the best armor and weapons in the Bugger arsenal. There I found it I dreamed about this and I recall sometimes when the lava and water hit in there would be steam...but also lots of fog due to cold and some other stuff. Its time to turn on the Dorfy Fog Maker. I know chances are we will all die with it on but at least we have a chance. Their numbers are to great and they have a good tactician. So I started scrambling around trying to see what could work. Eventually I knew I had pulled the right...something. As fog began pouring in from everywhere.

I don't know how I made it out but against all odds it seemed some cloud have also came in...shrouding the peaks. With the fresh relentless fogging gushing out of the island it soon this entire vale and surrounding valleys were covered. That was when I heard the screaming.When I made it back all my forces if they could pick up a weapon were ready and thus we charged out into the concealing mist.

>>28305313
I will be honest I don't know how long that battle raged but our forces sweeped across the entire mountain range like death on the wind. Apparently people even way far off from the mountains could hear the screams. That was when I found truly realized the cloud/fog horror combo. Those two togethered could shroud an entire mountain top to bottom and the device I used was only useful around my area. It was enough however we broke them...kinda. Truth be told my forces didn't actually do all that much but make a bunch of noise. The fog did the actual work. Either way though we came out victorious bloody and worn out but still.

Sadly myself was grabbed by something and dragged into deep into the water. I somehow ended up deep underground again...goddamn it. It was even worse then last time thanks to all the fog pouring into the tunnels. So I began my long paranoid journey back....somewhere. I don't rightly know where.

You here the rangers complain about swinging swords. You never hear them bitch about splitting wood. They've never been a logging detail beyond guarding it. They don't get to work all day in this heat making sure we have firewood for back home, the insects biting and sweat pouring down your body. Fucking rangers bitching about their little swords swing some of these splitting mauls or axes and see how you feel. I swear the smiths make them extra heavy just for us.

>>28305185
>at least a hundred thousand fools came in here and died

That might be a bit much... the entire allied forces totaled around 150,000 for the Normandy invasion. How did they manage to coordinate a D Day size invasion?

>>28305546
how did they feed a D-day sized invasion? Also I think the second battle of cadia arguably one of the biggest totalled out around maybe a few thousand people on each side? If that.

>>28305373
I got lucky and managed to find a bunch of food and water. Couldn't stay though had to keep moving. I ended up regretting that decision deeply. As after I left I ran into ground sharks. Damn bastards nearly got me if it wasn't for my armor. Even so though I got some nice bite marks to add to my collection. Thing is though I feel like my lungs are feelign amazing...think I may end up dying here. Unless somehow it doesn't kill me. Shit.


Its been who know show long according to what I have eaten and drank its been weeks I have since ran out of water and nearly out of food. Luckily I ran into a spring so I could refresh myself there was even some edible fungi that I ate.

Its been a few weeks I got attacked again. Wounded some more yet apparently the bastards were waiting till I was starving and weak. It worked I am in bad shape but I got some food at least. Too bad I am almost out of water. Fuck this hell. The heat is killing me and I feel like I am just ending up deeper and deeper. I think I am I felt that familiar rumbling of that thing that lives in the magma. I ran but didn't make it very far before collapsing...couldn't breath right despite feeling my lungs feeling like the best they ever felt. Damn it looks like I am going to end up dead after all...

>>28305546
>>28305562
/v/ and /b/ both extremely heavily populated boards. They basically round up an the new wave and threw them into the mountains before they could all have a chance to die off.

>>28305598
I don't know how but somehow I woke again. Without feeling terrible to boot which was most strange of all...but even more strangely I found myself inside some sort of metal thing. So I sorta wandered around. Found it was basically one giant uhm mining/refinery deal. Material is brought in and processed not sure where it goes after that though. Nor do I know how to get out...I think I found a window or something. Couldn't see anything though.

Not sure how long I was done there one day I just went to sleep and found myself in some entirely new spot underground. So my journey continued. Surprisingly quiet if your not including the hostile environment and EVERYTHING wanting to kill you. It went great. Thank god for that armor...though I have a feeling by the end of this I am going to need a new suit.

It wasn't long before I ran out of ammo. After that I was stuck with throwing and melee. Even the damned crossbow bolts got warn down amazingly fast. Oh god I hope my armor can endure all this...

>>28304477
We don't talk about /x/, its not a nice place

>>28305598
Your basically assuming all of /b/ is unified, which it isn't, most of it is busy repopulating and fighting itself

>>28305969
Pretty much, I think there's small holdings but they're few and far between.

>>28305969
I just figured a few clever warbands pushed the a chunk of the new wavers into the mountains in order to find some new routes through, also /v/ermin swarms.

>>28306410
That's a lot of push.

>>28306410
I honestl have no clue what the /v/ermin are doing, plus there is always /vg/ to consider but, /b/ has very specifically just gone throuhg a massive loss of life and a faction that had managed to rule it just fell apart and people are fighting over the scraps

Some enterprising warbands might of banded together but they wouldnt have nearly had those numbers

>>28306662
And again feeding that many people that requires massive supply trains that wouldn't be easy to stage I mean look at dday that took some of the best logistics officers of the time to pull off

>>28306710
Aye, and the only reason we pulled off even a fraction is because we had an empire set up and feeding the horde while they lay siege to Cadia and that was a static battle where we took positions and set up supplies long before we even attacked and we still stripped the land infront of Cadia clean.

Its not impossible but it needs more than what a rabble of savages can achieve.

>>28306772
Us know at this cat is is just gonna have bare fields on that side to male sure an army can't easily sit there

>>28306863
Fucking mobile device autocorrect

>>28306710
Eh I just figured they wouldn't care if they the rabble survived whose only purpose was to die and pave the way. The actual fighting force would have what supplies are left. Basically sounded like those numbers included the rabble(the vast majority of which died).

So, what sort of delicacies does everybody think have started to come about, I'd imagine earth foods hold a special place at the table for example

>>28307017
The Meat Pumpkin

A Pumpkin that has had its core and seeds scooped out and replaced with minced or diced meat of a racing deer which is mixed with carrots, butterroot and corn.

>>28307345
Its also cooked in the big clay ovens of Butterroot Keep while the collected seeds can be roasted, either with added salt or honey

>>28307017
There's bread moss but that ain't really a delicacy

>>28307345
Pink Potato chips and various things made with Butterroot. Cornbread cakes probably exist in the real world, but they're the only cakes in this one.

>>28307861
dont forget the watermelon candy

>>28307827
Us know I've gotta know how the he'll do even make it?

>>28307017
The Smail that's used as a proposal dinner.

Depending on the city certain animals prepared a certain way are delicacies. At the Tower Racing Deer meat with honey is a delicacy, although it's become more common.

Pumpkin Meat Pie sounds interesting.

Fried Ferby, I think they're called Wamblers. I've been calling them Ferby so long now I can't remember. Or fried Racing Deer using Butterroot oil to fry. It's similar to fried chicken or fried pork. Use the Bread Moss as a breading to make the fried meat crispy.

If you're looking for a good weekend of acid tripping and probably getting snatched up by a Yowler while running through the forest to see pretty colors... well you can always sample the bugs.

>>28308540
Jitter bug soup or steamed 'bug might be interesting sadly no clarified butter

>>28308540
And /b/ has Stink Meat, which is sorta like sauerkraut
And i think its find of strange that besides the western tribes and their hambeasts and the incidents of cannibalism, /b/ seems to subsist off of a mostly vegetarian diet

>>28308677
Savage vegans go figure

>>28308677
I'd want to murder everyone and everything if you told me I had to eat vegan. Hell, cannibalism sounds like a good idea rather than being vegan.

>>28308677
In order to eat a substantial amount of meat you need gigantic farms and a massive infrastructure to support them.

The dairies you get your milk from today are totally industrialized, for instance. Hundreds of thousands of cows lined up to get machine milked, bred and fed. Then you have to transport the milk they produce across long distances, which is impossible without an effective transportation system or refrigeration (or pasteurization, for that matter).

Most cows spend their early life grass fed with hay through the winter; it usually takes several tons to feed a cow during those months. Note that I said *a* cow. In order to get that hay out, you need gigantic fields, machinery to work the fields and bundle the hay, vehicles to transport the hay, land with fences that can hold the cows, and then transport for the cows to a slaughterhouse. Grain is more expensive.

Once slaughtered on the assembly line, the meat is refrigerated and shipped everywhere by truck, plane, and occasionally by boat.

Note that /b/ is dealing with re-wild animals that have been domesticated with no real infrastructure. They're living more or less like nomadic pastoralists and hunter/gatherers, following the herds wandering the natural grasslands and hunting when hungry. Or they would, if there weren't so many /b/tards that they're eating the ENTIRE herds, along with all the birds, beasts, and each other.

Your average non-noble isn't going to get beef very often in a pre-industrial society, and there's a limit to hunting. For much of human history people simply didn't have the chance to eat much meat. If you have an actual setup society, you'll get occasional hunted meat, small food animals like rabbit and poultry, fish, and occasional meals with beef or pork.

The thing is, /b/ isn't a well established agrarian society. It's a savage wasteland of people with little in the way of hunting skills and few animals. Wild plants are most of what they CAN eat.

>>28309028
Sorta depressing if the waves stopped now theoretically they could keep being nomads but...

>>28309397
The Noble /b/tard of the high plains

>>28309397
The waves aren't even half over, and each wave is larger than the last one.

>>28309818
That.....fuck what does that mean for us?

>>28310320
Wave calculations are thus.

First wave is 5% of the total board population. Each wave is x1.25 larger than the last wave. There are something like 14-15 waves. A wave happens every 6 months.

First wave appears in a 50 square mile radius, each wave after increases the zone by 10 miles.

That said, I'm not sure what /tg/'s total board population is.

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>>28310320
Probably something close to a million people in /tg/ land, and the bulk of 16-32 million people or more in /b/ territory. Not all at once, but there WILL be millions.

While most will die in between waves of starvation or due to violence, it's not implausible there could be invasions of hundreds of thousands of starving refugees.

If /tg/ isn't stable and capable of absorbing our own million, they'd simply break Cadia and rampage across the land as they try to find something to eat.

Basically ANY land that isn't getting its shit together right now will probably face political destabilization, hordes of starving people and total anarchy with the later waves.

Look at it this way. 4chan gets 8 million uniques a month - now. That's our baseline minimum. Add in old regulars, and you could double, triple, possibly quadruple that number (16-32 million). Add in anyone that's ever been to the site ever and you could easily double that number, possibly even ending up with five to ten times that number. (Lots)

Most of those people will go to /b/ and /v/, which will spend most of their energy trying to eat each other. But they'll basically overrun everyone that isn't well fortified and organized on their borders pretty fast, and even then, if /b/ manages to get even somewhat organized and keep that when the new waves hit, basically everyone is fucked, except maybe - MAYBE /tg/ and the more distant boards.

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>>28273175
Jesus. I remember this.

Those maps are embarrassing.

Why the fuck are people talking about 40K?

Also, fuck yeah, 008.

>>28311306
Why are they embarrassing?

>>28310561
So really no matter what the north is screwed

>>28312220
Actually no. If someone like the /b/astard were able to unite the various lands of /b/ between waves, they MIGHT be able to get a handle on it.

Here's how:

First, the amount of people coming CANNOT be sustained. Period. These people have to either die, or leave.

Second, newcomers are rarely prepared, but even if only a few come with guns, they're dangerous. Fortunately because there's no food, they'll mostly kill other new arrivals trying to find some rather than the people in the relatively safe few fortified areas in /b/ territory. That means they waste their bullets.

So here's what you do; you let them arrive, hunker down in your forts for about two weeks living on stockpiled food (you'd need more than two weeks supply, since the land will be picked clean) and protecting some herds of hambeasts or other food animals so the entire population doesn't disappear. Most new arrivals will be dead by this time, either by violence or famine or disease (black eye, remember).

Now send out your armies to fight the drastically weakened arrivals, round up the survivors and pick the useful from the useless. Doctors and such get kept, worthless neckbeards get enslaved and drafted into a slave army. You feed the weakest survivors to the strongest ones to keep them going until you can send them away. Because there are so few defensible areas (unlike /tg/) if they build a community before your armies find them it'll be easy to smash it.

Then you send them out to fight /v/, who has similar issues. If someone has united /v/ and has the same plan this works perfectly, if not you end up taking over /v/ territory and send people into /trv/ territory or wherever isn't /b/. If the people who take over /v/ or /g/ or wherever rebel, well, that's no concern. You just send the next wave at them, while they flounder trying to deal with a foreign wave in their own territory ready to rebel.

You don't have to keep that going forever, just until the waves end.

>>28310486
At least a hundred thousand in the old days but now that 4chan has picked up were looking at around a million easy. Turns out 4chan is REALLY popular its just that the vast majority are largely lurkers thus giving a false impression of actual pop. I know moot and some other sometimes make a few calculations off and on.

/b/ /v/ and /a/ for example are easily looking at several million without problem. That is IF we are greatly underestimating their actual pop.

>>28312220
Why do you think Buggy is having such problems? That dude is using the mountains and is STILL having issues out the ass.

>>28312697
From what I can tell /v/ is organized into fucktons of /v/ermin swarms and they act like one too. Their city is a patchwork of electronics that sorta get left there. They are VERY hostile to /b/ but unlike /b/ they have fortifications. There hasn't been much beyond that though development wise from what I can tell...or at least that is how I see it anyway.

>>28313077
/b/ has fortifications, especially in the south near the peninsual, all that land is built into feudal agrarian communities built around forts and palisades and in the very south is the bigs ass Cathedral with its masive stone wall and secondary palisade wall around that.

Ten there is the Great City in the north.

The rest of /b/ is a lot less fortified but I wouldt be suprised if many warbands operated out of a builder outpost or wooden fort or something

Pat looked around and saw that their was a good number from all the ranger stations, the pirate crew was here as were three bastion representatives from butter root had come, the scientist and a few of the medics had also come. Pat stood and announced that those here would be the leaders of the guild in the future. They would be murder hobos, the adventure guild, the fools and mad men. Their jobs would range from reserves in war, to going and finding ingredients for things. He explained how he had drawn up the structure, similar to a guild with a leader at the head and basically the chapter heads had almost full power over their bases. He explained that he heard that the pirate and his crew were building a port, pat hoped that it would grow into a port city where if the pirate agreed would be ran by the guild. He also wanted to repay Kog for their support so that they didn't have a controlling stake. He opened the floor up to any one that had a suggestion or that wanted to leave.

>>28305897
...think I ended up under the Nightmare forest if these roots are anything to go buy. A literal maze by the way. All interlinked and I swear the damn thigns move AND OH GOD WHAT IS THAT KILL IT KILL IT.

Sweet fuck I have no idea what that was it was kinda humanoid but covered in glowing fleshy sacs and fungi. WTF. This place is beyond wretched I swear....

In any case I am making progress. I think I am kinda lost down here...big time.

Well I honestly don't know how I made it out of the maze but I found myself outside on the outskirts of Nightmare Forest and the mountains...oh boy am I far from home. Hope the idiots don't kill each other off until I get back...HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT THING.

STEVE is that you? Holy shit you got big...wait no don't pick me up OH FUCK I SCARED OF HEIGHTS YOU ASSHOLE.

Oh god we are so far up...I made the mistake of looking how far up we were...I puked. But man I last time I seen steve was only half my size now he's more like five times it.

>>28316250
Well the trip was much shorter and BOY did I make an impression with my landing on the back of a giant monster and all. FUCK YEAH.

Updates since I was gone.

Its been a number of months.

I missed out on winter and the usual yearly cap being blown off the volcano to represent a new year occured.

The united invasion force got crushed and wiped out. Turned out the local monsters have stuff themselves silly on the carnage making it REALLY easy to stock up on a fuck ton of materials. As in we got entire store rooms stuffed chalk full of crap. My boys kept busy while I was gone. Finally my contacts from the different cults throughout the land.

Most of it was the usual drivel...except for one. From the kult.

It was news from their other army...holy shit. They had trudged their the great Desert of Slaughter as /an/ called it. Their trip was due to word form their long traveling /k/omrades. They heard something was amiss on the edge of the continent. Something to do with news they heard about /a/...its band REAL bad. Turns out /a/ has utterly conquered that entire edge. Afterwards they formed two hosts which split up heading up the coasts avoiding the hostile desert. Which they probed granted its just they didn't want to risk taking it yet. So that is where the /k/ army marched through in an AMAZING feat of military genius. There they ran into /an/ who guided them through. There they struck the very heartland of /a/mpire. Causing such havoc that it paralyzed their advance. It costed /k/ dearly though. They were on the otherside of the world deep in hostile terrority with nary a friend around. Even worse turned out they had traitors among them the /ak/ crowd. These bastards had taught /a/ what they could and kept an eye on the desert. They knew about the army and played merry hell both inside and outside their ranks.

What was left of the /k/ army retreated into the desert and linked up with /an/ in order to survive. Their message was a warning.

>>28316560
/k/ did what they could and it was AMAZING amount for what they did. Pure stroke of military genius of the highest caliber with the amount of havoc they sowed. Best part is /a/ didn't believe the /ak/ until it was too late and suffered dearly for it. Now their alert however and out for blood. What is left of their forces has promised to commit a guerrilla warfare on them to buy a little more time.

Reason /tg/ didn't hear about this was due to our location. News would either have to travel through the Nightmare Forest or along the coasts where the /y/kings are everywhere. Otherwise they would have to make it through the mountains. The fact that it took me so long to hear about it despite my cultists network is a real testament to that fact.

Buggy message to /tg/ cities out. I know you don't like me thanks to the whole cultists deal, but the thing is I have my hands full with the north dealing with both the /v/ermin and the /b/arbarian. Two fronts and i am barely holding I can't do a third at least on that magnitude.

>>28316002
This was all a bit more grandiose then he would like. He had expected a small affair, maybe a dozen people at most, not this. He had never felt comfortable in crowds even before he had been sent to Lenore. The only reason he was still sitting in this crowded concert hall (or whatever Hall, seriously Builder’s and they’re halls and tunnels), was because Pat had asked him to.

So he sat.

And was bored.

A few decent questions were asked, Firstly benefits for Veterans and the Disabled, other questions about recruitment and the expansion of the Guild. There were a few questions about the command structure, but Zach hoped that Pat would have enough sense to keep that information classified for the time being.

Then another question came up.
“What will this Guild Be called?”

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>>28316002
Smee returned to Cadia and picked up a small group abled bodied workers. When he came to see me he mentioned that he needed the extra hands. Smee also mentioned that he had come to drag me over to Kog so I could attend that meeting. Hayley was not particularly thrilled about this and refused unless she was able to attend, to keep an eye on my wounds she assured. The trek to Kog was made even more arduous by my missing leg. They ended up having me limp around on a crutch after the first few hours of travel. The yowlers were awfully quiet, maybe the Rangers had been through the area a bit too well lately. At any rate, the whole trip was rather uneventful unless you count getting to know the new crew mates.

There was a brawny man named John, he apparently fought in the Siege of Cadia as well, using a fuckhueg stone on a stick. Then there was Tucker, he was a cook at a shady diner before coming to this world in the second or third wave. Robert was a former Army marksman and avid ranged weapons enthusiast, he knew how to make his own bows,arrows and crossbows. Maria was Robert’s wife, they met in Cadia. She was a fountain of trivia and mentioned that she had been a Librarian before coming here. I was told that the fifth, Alan, was a jovial sort who was always whistling or singing a tune. He had gone on ahead to Kog to pick up some stuff and would meet us there. This fucker was also running around in a highwayman coat.

The arrival in Kog was a lackluster affair. We met up with Alan, who had a nice gift of an artificial leg for me, and went straight to the meeting. I hate meetings.

>>28317161
Da league of MurdaHobbos!

We've had sightings of what we initially called the boat people since our first expedition to the coast. They always avoided us, at first. It changed when a few months in, a member was found beached near the salt camp, suffering from blackeye. He was cured and sent on his way, though he provided little to no information outside of him being from an island nation with a builder port. It was later that we began hearing reports of attacks from sea.

They would come at the break of dawn by boat. Ten to a hundred people, dressed in almost nothing and wielding anything from builder swords to old world firearms. They attacked like vikings. They would attack any small newbie settlement they could find along the coast. They'd burn down any of the wood housing and take everything that wasn't nailed down. There were also the rumors. The women always survived the encounters unscathed, being kicked out of town by force. The men, on the other hand, were either taken as slaves or worse, used and abused, made to do terrible things to each other and photographed in sexual ways and left burned out and forever traumatized. We thought it was a fluke or a sick joke at first, but as the reports kept piling up, we figured out the truth. They were real and they weren't vikings. They were /y/kings. Ass pirates if you will. Apparently our coast was relatively close to /y/'s territory and they were surviving and hunting for that which their board was all about. Only the salt camp has been left untouched though we know not why. Our best guess is that perhaps they leave it alone out of as thanks for saving one of their own.

Either way, we must find their hidden island port and put an end to these attacks and molestations once and for all!

>>28317825
Guess theres only one thing for it.

Fight Ass Pirates with Adventurer Pirates.

>>28317524
Just now realized I forgot my name. Woops.

>>28317923
'Ere we go 'ere we go.

>>28317825
So uh, ouch.

>>28317825
>we have ass pirates
I both love and hate this

So is there a comprehensive list of guilds somewhere?

>>28319888
Not officially but here is what we do have
Science Guild: Scientists and engineers, May or may not be running experiments on citizens.
Agricultural Guild: they grow the food and domesticate food based animals. They utilize the unskilled unemployed as their labor force.
Entertainment Guild: famous GM/DM's, Larpers, Musicians, poets, Artists and so on. They also run an omni-religion under the table.
Kog Medical: Doctors, Nurses, Medics and Combat Medics. Led by a talented alcoholic who needs a fucking vacation.
Central Supply: They control the supply of food, technology, weapons and goods production and ensures everyone gets what they need. They are currently backing Kog's primary currency. Everything is recorded on The Slab.
The Build Team: A group of engineers and architects that build walls, fortifications, roads, bridges and repair builder structures. Run by a mad genius architect.
Scout Rangers: Technically a guild, armed forces of Kog. They specialize in skirmish fighting, camouflage, traps and hunting. They also explore and map /tg/'s territory and patrol for newbies during the waves
Arbites: Police force of Kog, trained similarly to the Rangers but specializing in urban combat and patrol, run by a police "cyber" detective in his 50's that was investigating something on 4chan at the time. He's getting too old for this shit.
Mining Guild: They mine all the crap we need to make everything. They also run the salt camp on the coast. Employs criminals and unskilled unemployed for hard labor.
The Unskilled Unemployed: Too fat to work? Crippled? Old? Completely unskilled in everything? You go here. Mostly used for hard labor until they get off their asses and find their niche guild. Cripples and Elderly are exempt.


There's also the Adventuring guild which is just now forming, and potentially a ship builder guild. We'll see how that plays out.

>>28320200
fuck we are organized as shit then aren't we?

>>28320200
>that feel when you're forever unskilled plebe.
Hauler duty it is then.

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Lenore? It's been fifty fucking years, and you ask me that question now?

Fine, don't tell me I didn't fuckin' warn you.
I was eighteen, I think. I'd just gone through a breakup with your mother, you know how it is. Of course we got back together, otherwise you'd be in a crusty sock and not here asking these questions, so just let me fuckin' talk. I was a /k/ommando back in those days, with my cheap rifles, fresh PAL, and militaria. Every few weekends my father and I would trek out past Whistler, spending a few nights out 'innawoods' as they used to call it. So perhaps I was better prepared than the others who got dropped into Lenore that year, but I still wasn't up to snuff. The first week I spent on Lenore was easily the worst, don't let the others tell you that isn't the case. You haven't seen desperation until you've seen a fat /b/tard knawing on a tree after four days of no food.

>>28320597
Five days in I met another /k/ommando. Maxwell, his name was. He was American, from Oregon. He was far better equipped than I, with his decked-out AR-15 and raingear. He said he'd spent some time as a search and rescue tech, and I didn't doubt it. The man was a master at bushcraft and survival; while I'd been living off fuckin' berries and nuts, Maxwell and I managed to hunt game quite reliably. I was the better shot, and he was the better tracker, and it worked out pretty well. Over time, we met up with a few other people. Roland, a French /out/doorsman, John, a British /ck/'er, and Amor, a Quebecois /k/ommando. We were fairly cohesive, and we ate well; most people failed to realize that much of the local flora could be used as spices. But not everything was fine and fuckin' dandy. Like I'd said, desperation set in for a lot of people. Hunger-crazed weaboos and /b/tards, wielding their laptops and cheap katanas came at us screaming on a regular basis. It felt terrible, cutting them down from fifty meters, up until we found one of their camps. Then, I killed those fucked up bastards with a smile on my face and my bayonet in their gut.

I just realized, do we even know how far we are from earth?

>>28320728
A lot of people were perfectly willing to move around nomadically. But that took effort, and if anything, that's something a lot of 4chan types lacked. The /b/tards were the worst, same with the /d/ickgirls and we/a/boos. Most of them hadn't spent more than two days in the wilderness, if even that, and clung to whatever measure of depravity they had hidden away back on Earth. In their communities there was no social or legal precident for them to hold their desires in, and their communities were certainly numerous. They weren't as desperate in numbers, and knew who not to provoke. We stopped in at a camp of /b/tards unknowingly, wishing to trade our excess furs for ammunition or shoes, though we found more of a fort. A loose wooden pallisade surrounded the camp, made almost lazily. Any man could have scaled it given a few moments, and the best weapon these men seemed to have was a single Moist Nugget.

We weren't aggressors, we simply desired to trade. They welcomed us, and as Amor and John discussed the trade, two of the /b/tards asked for Max and I's services. They asked us to raid a nearby camp for supplies, and when we refused, they offered to show us what we'd get in return. The group's leader, as far as I could tell, brought us to a tent, his lips quivering in a sickening smile as he lifted the tent's opening. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I saw girls, perhaps no older than sixteen, tied to posts, completely fuckin' naked and reeking of cum, piss, and shit. I can't remember if it was the smell or the sight that caused me to vomit, but the rage I felt was undying.

>>28320865
>and that was how I met your mother.

>>28320865
His lip was still curled into a smile when drew my SMLE's sword bayonet from it's scabbard and drove it through his stomach. He wheezed, barely able to make a noise as I pulled the now blood-soaked blade from him and turned it on his friend. He was frozen with fear, even as I swung it halfway through his neck. Max was busy puking his fuckin' guts up as I unslinged my rifle, affixed the bayonet, and pushed my way from the tent. I took aim at the first one I saw, just as he turned to face me. At twenty feet I shoot him through the neck, a gurgled scream emitting from the wound. I worked the bolt, turning towards a crowd of them as they realized what had just happened. Some screamed, others froze, and others tried to run. Roland and Amor, both armed with handguns, were just as confused until Maxwell turned from the tent, and barked in French to 'Kill them all'. A few of the braver, if not more desperate ones tried to charge us. I emptied the rifle's magazine, missing two shots, if that. I didn't stop to reload, I merely chased them down as they ran, impaling them on my bayonet. The one /b/tard with the Nugget put a round through the tent with the chained up girls before Maxwell put him down with three shots to the chest. I must have killed three of them with my bayonet alone, but not before they drove a wooden stake through Jack's face. None of us realized it until the massacre had stopped. He was clawing at the air, drowning in his own blood as we found him. In my inexperience I tried to pull the stake from his mouth. He stopped reaching for the sky, coughed blood in my face, and died on the spot.

>>28320236
Kog is, not everyone else has reduced their workforce into guilds

Butterroot for instance is actually pretty resistant to the formation of guilds and operates more by individual workgroups under the purview of particular community leaders.

>>28321140
fair enough, River City I assume operates like Kog as they from what I've read were basically annexed. Same goes for Cadia.

>>28321155
Cadia is weird, its really militarized after the first battle of Cadia and im expecting even more so after the second, I wouldn't be suprised if that extends to their labour force aswelll.

>>28321030
The asshole with the Nugget had killed one of the girls just by blind firing. The stench was so unbearable that I couldn't enter that tent without gagging; we tore the tent down instead. When you could see them in the light, it was clear they had been abused; malnourished, beaten, and degraded. One of the girls we'd thought alive previously had died days before we'd got there, her stench only covered up by the other odors. Only one lived now, a white girl who we washed up, clothed, and fed. All she said was that her name was Mary. We decided we'd let her rest here as we disposed of the bodies and looted the camp. We gave the dead girls a proper burial that night, but left the /b/tards to rot. One or two tried to play dead. We asked Mary if she wanted to kill them, and she gutted them, one at a time as the other watched, pissing himself. What scared me was her silence as she killed them. No screaming or cursing, just fuckin' silence. She was considerate, cleaning Max's knife before giving it back to him. A nice girl, even if fucked up in ten thousand different ways. She willingly carried some of our supplies, and I lent her my bayonet, as the thing was practically a sword. We torched the entire camp on the way out, which was damn satisfying. Call me what you'd like, watching those fuckin' neckbeards bleed to death by my hands was the best feeling in the new world.

>>28321292
You have to fuckin' sleep? Fine, I'll just tell you how everything went, and fill in the details later. Mary stuck with Maxwell and I until we made it back to Earth, and I haven't heard from her in damn near forty years. Roland succumbed to an infected gunshot wound a few months after we raided the camp. The last of saw of Amor was when he decided to settle with that femanon in the /fa/lklands, but I'd think he's probably still around there somewhere. Max, hell, the man's practically your uncle, you know how he is. You know, as terrible as it was back then, it was an adventure. A bloody, fuck'd up adventure that I'll never forget. Yeah, of course I'll fuckin' tell you more later. I'm just glad you decided to ask after all these years.

>>28321212
They'll start calling there labor units whiteshields

>>28321306
There is no going back to Earth.

>>28321371
At least not the way we came to Lenore.

Doens't mean we can't go Full Homeworld in Lenore's Distant Future.

>>28321306
How?

>>28321409
But he specifically says 50 years later

>>28321434
Ya...well the likelihood of us somehow finding some sort of FTL Trasportation is slim, and Making something like that....well Extremely unlikely.

Unless the Aliens that brought us here left that shit just lying around.

Journal Log 1

A new job, a new journal. I've been taken off patrol and exploration duty and reassigned to oversee a new large project. It seems after a visit from one of our “local foreign nationals” about the future population and wave dynamics, the council has decided it's time to start ramping up a few things. The farms are being expanded greatly and they've been pressuring Rivercity to get off its ass and start working their plentiful fields. River boats for trade are being made and the road building team has been working nonstop. So, the project. I'm taking 20 rangers, mostly novices, a med team of 5, 10 civilians from the agriculture, science and mining guilds and about 60 members of the build team and their unskilled labor force. There's also the fuckton of supplies we're moving as well. Food supplies, building supplies, raw materials, tools, entertainment and so forth. Oh, and five dwarves. This is probably the largest non-wartime caravan we've ever deployed. What are all these people doing? We're building a camp. A heavily fortified camp for holding thousands of people and keep them inside while keeping the wilds out. A camp for the new wavers, the newbies. A place where they can learn about the dangers and wonders of this world while under heavy supervision; a place where they can suffer through the horrible but inevitable sicknesses this world has and be properly cared for without causing serious problems back in the other cities. Camp Abaddon. Where newbies come to fail.

>>28321489
So an artifact exists somewhere which lets us get home? hmmm

>>28321631
MAYBE, its a really big IF and i personally doubt such a thing exist. The Aliens WANT us to be here, why the hell would the give us a means to Leave?

Oh and some info from the other writefags, turns out that the original Lenore writings went as far as 1057 years. Thats were they pretty much stopped, as far as i know.

Before I left to found Camp Abaddon, there was one last matter to take care of.

Logging the Nightmare Forest.

The Keep is surrounded by mountains, high on a plateau overlooking the rest of /tg/ land. We had not ventured to the Nightmare Forest much after first seeing it, though it wasn't that far away. Much of the trade expeditions went down a river that bordered it. Wisely, we have kept well away from the area.

One thing I had noticed about the place is that it thins out toward the foothills. It's still a hellish, dangerous place, but it is not nearly so thick as it is below.

Combining some of the expertise of Kog and our local chemist, we've quietly created a few... what you might call, 'hazmat suits'. Mostly well treated leather, charcoal and grease, they have a helmet resembling WWI British Gasmasks. Go historical reenactors in Kog for knowing the design. They've also been treated with the best anti-fungal agents we could devise.

It turns out that basic respirators are not as difficult to turn out as one might think. The old materials should work well enough here, as well.

The trickiest part was making the eye pieces. Rather than scavenge, it turns out our chemist has finally managed to make plastic out of corn. It is NOT by any means set up for industrial production, but we have some basic plastic production - and it's good, since we don't know if this world even has oil. Our citric acid production turned out to be quite useful in the process.

Logging will be slow with many mandated breaks and rotating teams, but the result will eventually be a path cut through the woods, and giant trees floated down the river to reach river city, or along the coast to reach shipbuilders there. A thin path will be defensible.

The other side is supposed to be /sci/. It will be good to see them.

>>28321700
We were ready to begin to leave to found camp Abaddon, thanks to my wife's great work.

While I was gone, she began construction on a large lift for our rafts.

The river we had been traveling down to River City was the long way. It turns out there's a river that leads straight to Kog from the keep. The only issue is that it is at the bottom of a long and steep cliff.

The lift was the solution.

Essentially a huge platform secured firmly with a ludicrous quantity of ropes, pulleys, and wood, it allows us to lower rafts fully loaded with goods down to the river below, and from there straight to Kog.

I'm taking some of the Clay crew, some farmers, loggers, several of DA BOYZ and a good mix of new arrivals and experienced laborers to work on the place. Along the way, I'm working on designs for training areas and housing, sanitation and communication.

I hope it can withstand all the arrivals. This wave can be absorbed by the towns, but the next waves will bring a lot of trouble without the camp.

>>28321591
Journal Log 2

It would have taken me two or three days on foot to get to our destination. We're on a nice even gravel road cut through the jungle by the road team a few years earlier. But this rabble, it's going to take a week, maybe even two weeks. Most of the guild civies have never wandered far beyond the walls of Kog. Having all the wagons doesn't help either, especially since some dipshit overloaded one of them and snapped the axle on the first hill we came to. At least the yowlers are keeping away, they don't like messing with groups and the skies are clear. I don't expect that to last though. Due to our slow speed, I'm having the caravan continue on past dark, at least three hours in to make up for it. We have plenty of torches and various crank/shake/solar flashlights. So what I gather is that this camp is going to be set up near the center of our known territory and close to a lake. So we have our water supply. Food will be brought in from Kog presumably. The camp is going to be between the salt camp and Kog and will probably act as a rest stop for the salt caravans as well, and possibly a relay point for Cadia. It's probably going to be a complete mess and utter failure for the next wave, but then it is Camp Abaddon.

>>28321876
>>28321851
this is gonna end horrendously.

>>28321876
Journal Log 3

Some of the unskilled laborers tried a revolt today. They say I've been pushing them too hard. All they've been doing is walking. Fine, more rest stops. It'll just slow things down more. We're about half way there now and sure enough, it's been a full week. We have to get there and get this place built before the next wave. We have some months to work with and while I thought that would be enough, some of the engineers think we're short on time and will need to alter the design for the time being, making the camp smaller and then continue to expand it afterwards. I'll let them argue it out, I'm just here to keep anything from killing them and them from killing each other. We had a yowler sighting earlier but it ran off and hasn't been seen since. They're becoming rarer these days. They aren't blitzing into groups anymore and keep their distance, just enough distance to make shooting them a bit more difficult. The fact that they may be figuring out our weapon ranges bothers me. They're animals, but they're too damn smart sometimes. I heard that there was a group petitioning to preserve yowlers in some kind of nature reserve. It's an amusing thought and I'm sure the beasts will only hate us more for trying to save them from extinction.

>>28321691
Word on the street was there's no way back, the aliens are very much not wanting us to leave for some reason. They've got toys left over from when they dicked around with the last major race that was here(the builders) but from what we've seen there is nothing like a way off planet...unless we make one.

>>28321851
The arrival was swift and the journey largely uneventful. We sailed past Kog, stopping only overnight. They'd sent out teams to start work on the overland road already, just before we arrived. Thanks to the speed of river travel, we managed to arrive first.

First things first: Establish a clear objective. The purpose of Camp Abaddon is to turn worthless neckbeards into functional laborers capable of surviving in Lenore as fast as possible, so they can help do the same for future waves. We need soldiers to withstand /b/, loggers, clay makers, farmers, medics, and many other things. All of these areas need training facilities. It's vital that everyone know and be clear on this. Bring them in, train them, kick them out and get them working building new cities.

Second: Establish basic needs. Housing, sanitation, communication, medical, police forces, and training areas. These areas need to be clearly marked and sited. They can be built later. The easiest way to do things is to do them right the first time. Preplanning is vital to avoiding last minute panic. Make sure the roads will be wide enough. Make sure the buildings will be large enough, and the vital facilities are centralized. Set up an efficient processing and screening method.

Trees are marked for logging in the necessary areas, and ground cleared. The wood can be used to build the buildings.

I had to struggle to remember the guidelines. Something like four people to a building, keep it to a thousand people a camp (ha, that wasn't gonna happen) and latrines for every two dozen people or so. Fire breaks between buildings, mass barracks kept to 40 people. I had once worked at such a camp, but I'd never designed one. I ended up going off of memory sketching it out more than anything. Would it work? I could only hope.

We've set up camp for ourselves on the lake. Right now, all I have are a lot of ideas, and some schematics. Let's hope the camp isn't where we come to fail.

>>28275584
So the Mayor and the Canoness are off on their mission to help with the construction of Camp Abaddon. Honestly I don’t see the reason behind the name, but then I was never one of the big 40k buffs back on Earth, I was always the one shouting ‘damn 40k getting into my so and so’.

I get it though, we’ve been getting news of the new wave picking up, newbies showing up throughout the wilderness and being picked up by Kog rangers or our own Outriders, which is what we are calling our riders. I’m sure as hell not letting people call them Wolf Riders like some of the others are suggesting, god damn 40ks getting into my damn ranch.

Probably the strangest incidence though was when someone materialized right in the middle of the watermelon field, ended up covered in pulped melon juice and running around like a madwoman when the farmers tried to help her while covered in bright orange clothing and carrying farming tools. The apprentice the Canoness left earned her keep though when she helped calm the woman down and get her to follow her to the church.

Seeing as people are going to keep showing up and we are going to have to feed them I’m having everyone I can to do their part, and getting the other farm leaders to start expanding their fields to help support the projected numbers.

The good news for that is that we still have plenty of space up here in the hills but we only have so much space within the newly completed walls, that wont matter for a while but eventually we are going to have to expand out of them.

>>28322120
Journal Log 4

We arrived just after nightfall! We promptly set up camp and all the civies nearly passed out. It's a nice flat piece of land that needs to be cleared of some of the wilderness. We're on the top of a nice big hill with lake access right there. I sent my rangers out to patrol the area for any wildlife and they managed to come back with two racing deer. It was nice having some fresh meat instead of the packaged breadmold shit we've been eating. One of the medics is a top notch chef on the side, he cooked it up all nice with some butterroot oil and peanut butter. It was amazing. Afterwards, I spent some time down at the lake. It's pretty big and may be crawling with hoards of kelpies and other aquatic horrors. We should probably find a way to clean it out. Anyways, come tomorrow, we're going to start marking the trees which need to come down and put down land markers and start clearing the area. The first big project is a more permanent building we're going to be living in. I think the palisade wall is next on the list. I noticed we have some of the new experimental concrete on one of the carts but I'm not sure what we'll be using it on. There's not a whole lot and it is still an “experimental but highly promising” batch according to the science guild guys. Hm, one of my rangers just came back saying there's another large group a mile or so away, also on the shore. We're expecting another group, I'll take some rangers and make contact. Heavy loadout just in case it's not who I think it is.

>>28322242
and the race is on to see who can build their camp first.

>>28322242
There's no way to mistake the people of Butterroot Keep for anyone else. We're easy to recognize. We're the only people wearing a lot of bright orange.

When we saw the people from Kog, I was pretty thrilled. They had a lot of supplies and materials. I shared the basic overview of my refugee plan with them - no sign of what they'll think of that yet. The Concrete is potentially very useful for foundations. Right now my people are scouting out the area for local hazards.

It seems the eastern part of the lake is very marshy and largely worthless for construction as well as there being signs of the snake like parasitic creatures living there, there's Kelpies in the lake, and we haven't even begun to identify all the hazards yet.

Just what kind of a place have I brought my wife anyway?

>>28322322
A place considered 'scenic' by builders no doubt.Also can we get a location of this on the regional map?

>>28322242
>>28322322
Journal Log 5

I had a nice meet and greet with our allies from Butter Keep. They had arrived before us and had already started working the area. I woke up my caravan of lazy assholes and wheeled them over. We went over our combined building supplies and the build team had a talk with him over the layout until the sun came up. Apparently the leader of this group is the man in charge of the keep himself and fellow veteran of the second Cadian war, and he brought his pregnant wife with him, the so called Canoness. This isn't exactly the best place to birth a baby but at least we have a dedicated medical team to keep an eye on her. I'm coordinating his armed forces and my scouts into around the clock patrols of the area. I don't want any sneaky yowlers or surprise rapedactyls showing up when no one is looking. I've had little personal interaction with the Butterlanders myself but they seem a nice group, if not orange obsessed. Apparently they have trained riding scalewolves too. How does that work?

>>28322218
Thank god for Scale Wolves. I had thought that I might have to have the Gnomes pull the ploughs to dig up the new fields, but with the Wolves and the leather harnesses and the smaller stone ploughs I’ve been able to keep them on the quarry work, we’ve found at least one iron seam and although we don’t have the technology to work the metal, the ore is still valuable and we can stockpile them for the future. It should also allow us to unearth any more of the Gnomes that might be buried in the area.

The wolves might really start being a major part of the Keeps society from the looks of how quickly Frankys pups have been maturing, they aren’t quite as big as Franky was when I found her, I think they should reach full size by this time next year. From their growth rate I’d have to guess she was only a year old when she really started following me. The pack is growing as well, the hunters brought in a couple more last week, along with a few of their own young, when they found a den of the things a little down the hills, they say those are probably the last ones they are gonna bring in for a while since their territories are supposed to be pretty damn big.

Getting away from the domestication of murderbeasts, Murad is quickly making himself valuable to the Keep by introducing another idea to keep our food fresh. The wonderful genius that he is, he has gotten started on digging an expansive root cellar by the keep. Once completed we’ll be able to store carrots, radishes and potatoes in them an keep them almost completely fresh without worry. If kept properly and protected from vermin we wont have to worry about packing them into the Zeer Pots like the other vegetables and free up space in for the other crops. He’s grabbed six people not working on anything else to do the work.

Now we just need an animal to produce milk and eggs and we’ll have a proper booming agricultural community.

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>>28322347
>>28322497
One of the most important things about a camp like this is establishing the vital lines of communication. The plans of Kog's engineers were clearly first world people's idea of a refugee camp, and I clearly told them so. It isn't that I'm an expert on this, because I'm not. But I've actually seen, worked in, and had to smell a refugee camp.

It wasn't that they aren't clever - they're dreadfully clever, with a lot of expertise I simply can't fathom. Some of them had set up for large events before, their engineers had a lot of bright ideas and they had some practical experience. Their initial design was too small, and they wanted to make it even smaller. If we had to deal with a wave of 100k people (and we would eventually), their design would collapse utterly.

But they hadn't had to build their city, and they've been more concerned with survival and stability than construction.

Their leader is a fellow veteran of the second Cadian war. I don't remember him, but I explained I was the one responsible for the wall of flame and a few other tricks that destroyed several assaults on the camp.

I also explained how Butterroot oil drives away Kelpies and attracts Yowlers, so we can use it to kill all the Yowlers in the area if we want by luring them into an ambush zone.

The Scale Wolves are better than I had ever imagined. Lucky is a fantastic bastard and his contribution to the keep magnificent. Having them help haul these logs is awesome.

>>28322747
>>28322497
Journal Log 6

Construction has started, at least on a basic level. Our design teams are having a conflict over what the end product should be and they both have good points, the fact is that no one has had to build a camp like this with these materials and in this situation. We're just going to have to wing it and improve it as we can when trouble shows up. First order of business is to clear the land and lumber the shit out of the area. We have unskilled labor for that, and scale wolves. I've only been up close to one once before and it was dark out. They're very interesting creatures to watch, and they've been at least partially domesticated without too much trouble according to the Butterlanders. Makes me think they've been domesticated before by the builders. Anyways, had a talk with the Mayor over some things. Reminisced about the war and our experiences surviving here. It's amazing how this world changes people, twists them into something more dangerous than they ever were back on Earth. The price of survival I guess. Anyways, my team got a charcoal and sand water filtration system set up with plans for a much larger installation once some of the other projects are finished, but this should suit our needs until then. First step is the barracks and storehouse. Once those are done, I'm sending the wagons back to Kog for more supplies. We'll work on a smaller inner wall while waiting on more supplies.

>>28323065
I'm considering whether we should ask for one of the two gnomes to come down here and some of the dwarves, or whether they're better used in their current role expanding the infrastructure of places like Kog. Both arguments have something in their favor. It'd certainly help with the tree roots, anyway. It takes a lot of people to pull them up without dynamite. That said, I've begun using some of the Cherry Bombs the people of Bastion brought up with them as a substitute for gunpowder. It isn't as potent, but if you use enough of them it's still quite effective.

The current water filtration system uses a lot of charcoal, and I've set aside some trees for use. Since we set up the process at the Keep already, it's fast and efficient.

The arguments over site foundations aren't terrible. Once I pointed out exactly how their plans would fail, they gave in to a few points. That said, one of the main things about refugee camps is that you try to have refugees build their own homes to keep them busy and reduce manpower requirements, and they seem to think that's laughable.

We'll see how that goes. I've brought a crate full of corn paper down and I've quietly begun setting up a processing area for new refugees. We'll need to set up an ID system. Hmm.

>>28323235
>>28323065
Journal Log 7

Today we're mostly flattening the land. Well the workers are anyways. I was busy keeping the imps away. Apparently removing the stumps is a huge pain in the ass, the roots snake deep into the dirt. We can't leave it there because then it'll just regrow and wreck the foundations. The build team has a wood crane they set up and kind of winch the stump up while digging around it. Takes quite awhile and leaves a big hole they need to refill. While all of this is going on, another group is laying down foundation markers for our first buildings while a third is cutting the wood up for construction. It's good wood, not like that soggy shit that grows around Rivercity. Anyways, I got cornered by the Canoness while on my lunch break. She told me about god. I'm not much for organized religion, I'm kind of an agnostic myself. I get what she's doing, some people need something to turn to. At least she's not going all cult leader, though the pirate look had me going for a bit. Apparently her keep had previously been under cultist occupation and they did..things. Cultist things. It pains me that the keep is was right there all this time and we never found it earlier. If we had, we would have cleaned the place out of the bastards beforehand like we had done with so many other places. At least it turned out for the best I guess. Anyways, after nightfall, we all gathered around the fires and told stories. The haunted Mazda of the Aqueduct plains, the ghostly buildershack on the beach, war stories and stories of our personal triumphs. One of the science guildies brought a guitar and played some tunes.

>>28323235
I've settled on an eight digit ID system for refugees, and a five digit ID system for people working at the camp. No doubt people will think I'm being anal, but there's a lot of people who will be coming.

The system works simply.

The first two zeroes stand for the wave they arrived in. I would be 03, because I arrived during the third wave. The Kog leader would be 01. New arrivals will be 06. This should work fine since it can't be more than 99 waves (we hope). The next number is simply their number of arrival, with each new wave. So the first person we bring in will be 06000001. The six hundredth will be 0600600. The six hundredth person in the eleventh wave would be 1100600. If necessary we can reuse numbers as we process people out.

The employee ID system is less complex. The first number stands for the job you do. I'll elaborate on that in a moment. The rest are just a linear numerical designation of when you were hired.

1: Administration
2: Engineering
3: Education
4: Security
5: General Labor (Loggers, Construction Workers and Farmers)
6: Specialists (Scientists and those with unique and valuable skills)
7: Communications
8: Guest Civilians and Entertainers
9: Medical Staff
0: Site Leadership

So if you were the 50th medic hired, your number would be 90050. I feel for the person that gets 90210.

I may need to expand or change this, but it seems workable for now. We'll need to set up a relay system to communicate across the camp later.

My wife seems to be getting along with the new people. It's a good thing she isn't pushy. She's the type that tends to be there quietly most of the time and show up just when you need her. She's certainly helping me with my arm; I'm getting an idea how she must feel without a hand. I'm not much good for labor myself these days. I'm a bit worried about the grip of the cults on the River City people, and hopefully she'll help. I don't share her beliefs, but her god is better than Nurgle.

>>28322678
How the hell would the Mayor deal with this?

We had an attempted murder yesterday…or would it be manslaughter or assault? I honestly don’t know. What matters is that one of the newbies that got rounded up recently wasn’t happy with things around here and had heard about the city of Kog with its entertainment guild and River City with its working lights. Quite honestly he could of waited for the next trade boat heading that way and worked for his fare but apparently he wanted to leave now and he didn’t want to work his way there.

As a result he ended up raiding the Keeps storage at night and stuffing a couple of sacks full of supplies. He’d memorized the guard schedules and managed to evade Da Boyz the whole time. Then he tried to grab one of the Scale Wolves to head out, might of made it too since he had even covered himself in butterroot oil, but he had the bad luck that someone had stayed up late to care for one of the pregnant females.

She had seen him trying to mount one of the Wolves out in the corral and had gone to confront him, rather than let her try and stop him or go to get help he had pulled a gun on her and purely through luck the shot had gone clear through her shoulder rather than anything vital. He’d try to mount the wolf after that but Scale Wolves are actually pretty intelligent, and even with butterroot oil, they are very protective of those they have bonded with, especially against strangers. So it turned instantly hostile and had clamped its jaws down on his arm and pinned him to the ground. His arm was savaged by the time anyone got there to help and take him into custody. The girl isn’t in critical condition thanks to Drew but shes still weak.

How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?

>>28323926
>>28323625
Journal Log 8

The Butterland mayor presented everyone with a new system of newbie and employee ID's. Planning a little too far ahead but sure, it seems fine, as long as we're not going to tattoo it. Work continues on flattening the land out while a smaller team is prepping the foundation pour for the first building. The science team is excited to see how the new concrete works and have been preparing it nonstop like they're baking a cake. As long as it doesn't immediately crack or explode or burn, I'm good with it. For now. Speaking of the science team, one of the biologists has designated a new species of water snake with a blue mark on its nose. It's full of venom, but venom that isn't harmful to humans, on the other hand, it does terrible things to imps. He seems to think he can brew a tea out of it. How does one come up with something like that? Anyways, since the area seems mostly clear of big threats, I've started my own project, Project Fuck the Kelpies. We're using bait to draw them closer to shore and pincushion them with arrows and reel them out of the water. They keep messing with water filtration pipe. We got four today already. Who knows how many more there are.

We have a guard post close to any settlement by our forest. The humans had finally encroached on our territory, and we would give them only one chance to stop before me brought the wrath of our god down into them. The messenger hobbled out the forest to , give our demands we wrote on the leaf but one of the humans saw him coming and lashed out when the elf tried to give the letter. The elf screamed in pain and got an ax to the face. Peace had been refused, let war began.

>>28324243
The first load of bitter tree stalks came today, along with someone capable of working with them.

Bitter trees are a great source of spices, much like the Peppery version they have down here. A bit like garlic or onion with an added side of 'kick in the teeth'. But their best use is that they are, like bamboo, excellent tubes. They're more brittle and not great as a construction material, but they're also prone to growing much bigger. As such, they're great for a number of uses, from blowguns (with the smaller ones) to pipes for water or as storage containers (especially for paper) if you plug the ends.

Those snakes are certainly an interesting find. DA BOYZ have begun coating their weapons in it. Since it's seemingly harmless to humans, it is making shorter work of the Kelpies. To hell with those things. I'm glad we don't have them up north.

It's damn nice to hear a guitar again, though. I wonder what we'll do when the strings break. With the drums from the keep, we have half a band. I miss bass guitars though. I miss them so, so badly.

I'm siting a number of buildings for the initial refugee arrivals. 40 man longhouses. The sites are set up for ten of them, but we're going to have a lot more four man houses people get shuffled to after this.

At least we've got plenty of Lumber. Those imps hate the logging, though.

>>28324179

Right, so Im not going to kill the bastard.

Oh I wanted to, god did I want to go grab Neck Cleaver and set his head up on a wooden block. The girl he shot was the teenager who had first discovered the way butterroot oil calms the Wolves and she’s helped out at the corral unofficially when she wasn’t doing her own work. Gonna offer her a fulltime position at the ranch as one of the keepers, she seems to get on well with all of them. Even see if I can have her own house built next to the dens to keep her close to them.

But that bastard hurt her and almost killed her. But im not going to kill him, I’ve calmed down and I realize that would just be the sort of thing that would set a bad example for the Keeps own laws and that’s the last thing the Mayor would want. So instead I took some time to calm down and consulted with some of the others and I’ve decided that he’s going to work his crime off. He’s going to the logging camp, the one by the nightmare forest and he’s going to work a week for each day that girl is recovering and another for each bag of crops he stole. Once he’s done that I’m shipping him down to Kog to live there, he can find work and live there, and ban him from ever returning.

Bastards lucky my idea of the stocks and a flogging got shot down.

>>28324472

Goddamnit!

Paul and Joe had to physically restrain me from caving that idiots face in after the news he brought back. He’d been working the logging camp for a couple weeks and by the looks of things was going to be fine working it off and then leaving, so he had been left to do his work while the others did theirs rather than under supervision. Then all of a sudden a random survivor covered in this weird fungus stuff stumbles out of the forest, and according to him, came screaming at him with a weapon, so he takes an axe to the stranger

Drops him instantly in a shower of blood and funnily enough no weapon was found. I want to believe him, because that means we weren’t the ones who are responsible for murder but in my gut I know better. Either way I’ve had him reduced to basic rations, not candy, no butter, no meat, just moss bread and vegetables for the rest of his time.

The stranger is still alive though, barely. He has a severe neck wound and lost a lot of blood and Drew has no idea if he will make it. So he just lies in our infirmary in critical condition, unconscious and being fed soup and water with no response.

Damn it, the poor bastard.

>>28324439
>>28324243
Journal Log 9

Nothing like watching concrete dry. The foundation for the first two buildings has been laid. We all signed our names of course. No one is entirely sure how long it'll take to dry. So, workers are back to clearing the land and cutting the wood, my Rangers are dealing with the Kelpies while “Da Boyz” run patrol. Tomorrow I'll switch them. I took a few of them aside to see how they were trained. They're more of a front line force. I mentioned that they could probably learn some proper sword training up in Kog. Maybe we could start an armed forces exchange program for some cross training. They have something to teach us, we have something to teach them. In other news, it's come to light that some of the unskilled laborers are exhibiting cult like behavior. One of them has apparently been worshiping rapedactyls in his spare time, even has a miniature carved figure of one. He's gotten a few others into it as well as they pretty much have nothing else. I understand that the builders worshiped the things but I can't figure out why. Anyways, the Canoness caught on and is dealing with that problem. I don't imagine this will be a problem with our group here, but it got me thinking. The last thing we need is a cult breaking out in the middle of a newbie camp. We might need some of those Butterland paladins or one of those omni-religion people from the entertainment guild stationed here to keep an eye out and quash anything like that from gaining a foothold. Last point of news, a shipment of what looks like bamboo arrived from Butterland. I'm sure we can find a use for that.

>>28324752
I don't believe the cult-like behavior is entirely accidental. Some of the men have reported dreams of the builders since we came down here. Jason told me about those. I haven't had any and neither has Amanda, but we're modern people.

The theory is that they (or whoever brought us here) are an advanced race of assholes who seem to demand worship. The artifacts seem to indicate two groups. The godlike aliens and the bronze age builders.

We're not really well equipped to fight either - yet. But once we have local cannon and firearm production, we will be at least able to hold off bronze age primitives, should they show again.

This alien worship is nonsense. I'm glad my wife is putting in a quiet word here or there to stamp it out. Whatever they are, they're assholes and DEFINITELY not worthy of worship. While we may not have telepathy devices or teleporters, we understand the concepts involved. No property exhibited by these things is magical. They are technologically advanced aliens, not gods. And they're cockbags. That's my stance and I'm sticking to it.

I'm getting a better look at the rangers than I did before. They fight more like skirmishers or a modern irregular military than DA BOYZ. We're set up as hoplites that sometimes use rifles. We're shock troops and heavy infantry. They're excellent skirmishers, scouts, and hunters. We definitely have a lot of knowledge to trade. It helps that they can make bullets and don't have to be as sparing with them.

Soon enough we'll have a basic water system running, and that concrete is great. I haven't seen concrete in far too long. Reminds me of something I read once on Roman Concrete. If we can get rods of iron mass produced, we could make reinforced concrete buildings.

Also, while Rapedactyls don't seem common this far south, I've seen one in the air. One day we're going to have to track down there nests and dine on a lot of fried eggs. They're a significant danger. Fuck worshiping them; they're food.

>>28324964
>>28324752
Journal Log 10

Concrete takes awhile to dry, we're expecting a week or so. In the meantime, we're going to work on a small palisade wall. The ax team has been setting aside trees just for this purpose and have been cutting them down and now we just need to dig the holes and plant them. Easier said then done, but that's what we have the unskilled labor for. They got a good number of poles in before we called break. Then it happened. No one expected it except maybe one person. Someone brought a football. A Kog versus Butterland sprung up immediately. We had a clearing, we had a ball, we had teams and most importantly, we had alcohol. Our surprise star of the game was a combat medic who could juke like nobodies business, and it came in handy when the rapedactyl suddenly showed up in the middle of the match. Sometimes you forget and let the moment take you, but Lenore will always bring you back with some monstrosity of death. Someone beaned it in the head with the ball to distract it while the rest of us ran for cover/our weapons. We managed to get a few shots into it, but it took off before we could finish it. We saw the direction it went. Come sunrise, I'm taking a team out there to put it down. The rapedactyl worshiper was last seen whispering about it being a sign. Man, fuck him. I'll drag his dead god back for him to see, for them to all see.

The first attack was at night we darted the guards and sent our tamed trolls to break their equipment and drag some of the trees into the forest so that they may help support the forest. As a final message we hung the body by their feet and used their blood to write that you have soreness the elfs message so now we shall make your job as hard as we can. Dig the graves early for we shall fill them quickly.