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To start off this is the newbie guide. A introduction to the world of Lenore.

The remainder of the pdf's with additional information are found here.
http://depositfiles.com/files/h34cg7y8x

The world is growing rapidly and these files are ever expanding.

Stories of planet 4chan are ever growing. In the North there is the Empire. A nation initially built by k, trv, sp, mu, jp, and rs. The Empire now controls gif, d, fit, and po. They are loosely based around Roman Legion tactics and organize themselves as such.

Where the wastes of /b/ were once roaming hordes a feudal state has arisen among several large groups and they have organized under the banner of Nurgle. Their overlords all take names of plagues or diseases, and much like the diseases themselves, these overlords are extremely deadly.

To the far south samurai wannabee weaboo’s have taken control of /a/. A copy of ancient Japanese culture and social casts the samurai’s enact taxes upon their citizens by taking manga and other art that the poor masses might have brought with them.

The nation of Cigil is currently in conflict with these weaboo samurai’s. Cigil has a relatively strong military of people who participated in reenactments and renaissance fairs. Big strong men wearing armor and wielding warhammers with the knowledge of how to actually use them.

To the east of /tg/ is the Yiking raiders. The Yaoi enthusiasts raid coastal settlements for their materials, food, supplies, and man meat. Forcing captured men into slavery as either workers or entertainment, they subjugate the men and have them as a lesser cast. Women who are captured are either brutally murdered or offered a chance to join the ever growing Yiking fleets.

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>>28943830
South east of /tg/ is the Fedorans. The Fedorans are all the bad things people see about /tg/. Neckbeards, fedoras, obese aspie assholes lording over people thinking they are correct. They’re the “That guy” of the region. Fedorans are currently caught in a war with three fronts. They have a slave rebellion in their own cities, the Yikings are constantly attacking them in retaliation for stealing some of their ships as well as taking their slaves, and after recent events the citizens of the Confederacy are mobilizing for war against them.

The Confederacy is the nation of /tg/ and where most of the writing takes place. There are several settlements and the entire confederacy is organized as loose Greek city-states. Each city is free to rule itself while joint efforts are made by the Council. The Council is a group of men and women from each city-state that are elected to speak for their people. While each city-state is allowed two councilors, the council chambers are notorious for having an open door policy whether they like it or not.

Its been four days since we've started moving outward from the End of the Tunnel, we've seen little in the way of human activity. From what we can tell things are normally quiet, /sci/ is not a huge board, at least not compared to say /v/ or /b/ and that's fine with me. I almost don't want to meet anyone out here.

Shit, I'm starting to think on two levels. Gotta be careful. Alright, so we're on our way out. As I said earlier, its drier here and it shows. Where we might be called a Rain Forest, this is Pampas, grass plains that stretch and roll on forever, though instead of a nice green or gold its pink, as far as the fucking eye can see pink. As many shades as there would be for anywhere of course and with the Disney Filter more so I'm thinking from the way Nikolai has been grumbling about all he's seeing. Let him Bitch he's a good guy and currently the Gm for a Game of Mouseguard we've got going to keep sane.

If you have questions, want to toss around ideas, or just like hearing a little beeping sound every time someone says something, the chat channel is.

Irc.rizon.net
#lenore

((Last thread lost this post from the archive.))

The stuffed animals were more for showing off the craftsmanship of Tower seamstresses, I had never allowed anyone to see me playing with them. I designed the room in a Middle Eastern fashion and intended to have a blown glass shisha once we found a similar plant on this world. Conducting business surrounded by the strengths of my constituents always put me at the advantage. For some reason the extreme physical injuries but mentally strength of the Rider always brought out a side of me I hid and locked away. He managed to catch me in a state of exhaustion and my ability to keep up the façade failed. Yet, I’m fine with that.

As we finished off his bottle of liquor the bell for the Council to resume session chimed and I stood to return to the boring humdrum day to day grind. I jokingly mentioned that no one had ever seen me actually play with my stuffed animals. My gaze hardened and I put my “game face” back on as I reminded the Rider that no one will ever learn it either. I motioned to a collection of ten different shears on the wall. Each one an advancement that the Tower had learned in smithing or ore refinement. The first looked extremely worn and dull with the last being near Earth quality. The first eight of them were used by my own hands before I became a Councilor. I told him that if anyone should ever learn my secret I would have to castrate him with the first generation shears. I also guaranteed him that due to their current condition they would not make a clean cut but rather maul and mangle him until they ripped him apart rather than cut. I knew I couldn't intimidate him, but it was still fun to make a point.

I then smiled, kissed the tips of my fingers, and put them against the stuffed scale wolves nose. I may miss Mr. Fluffington, but trading him for a good conversation and the stress relief from council work was well worth it. Plus, I got a female for the Tower to breed out of the deal.

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Much like herpes, Backstreet, and that girl you secretly had a crush on in highschool but never had the balls to ask her out and now you see here all the damned time and she is always with a different guy and each guy is so much better than you so you still fear engaging her yet you keep stumbling into her and are too shy to actually talk so you just run away fuck you Margret, so yeah, I am BACK! …… ALRIGHT!

Anyways, todays lesson pertain, that means related to, applicable, about, stupid children… todays lesson is about the 4th as well as the 6th tenet of enlightenment. If you are a good study you’ll remember the 4th tenet is that I, Dr. Strangelove, am high as BALLZ! The 6th tenet is to maximize your enjoyment of the world in which you now find yourself.

In order to truly understand enlightenment, to speak about it, and not cease to exist (that means you stop being alive), you need some really trippy drugs. It takes a very hard psychedelic trip to allow your mind to realize it is not actually real, but instead you are but a dream of a dreamer. Sure, you reading this you can “realize” it, but you don’t seriously put the pieces of the puzzle together until your mind is in an elevated state. It’s like looking at the picture of a puzzle and thinking you’ve completed it without even opening the box. Although, in this state of being we find ourselves, we actually have completed the puzzle just by looking at it. I digress, that is a topic for another time.

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>>28944031
So, Dr. Strangelove you ask, what psychedelics should I take? How much? How long? I am here to tell you all, more, and blue. The nature of the 6th tenet is that you must find your own enjoyment from this world. If a simple handy from a dude under the table gets you off, go for it. However, some of us need to do a line of coke off a strippers tits while she eats out a second stripper who is in turn doing a line of Xanax off your inner thigh while humming the Star Spangled Banner. Yeah, Dr. Strangelove has a fetish for thighs, so what?

But Doctor? How do you get narcotics in this alien world? That one is a little harder to explain. Because the good Doctor is enlightened he can create things out of nothing. The dreamer within the dream merely thinks of things needed and they exist. For the unenlightened one must seek out the native flora and fauna. Bugs of this world tend to all give off psychedelic properties. Several weeds among the /b/ wastes act as opiates if smoked, and there are more than enough rival warbands or native predators to go tango with while high. Truly the rush of combat is only heightened while experiencing an acid peak.

So in closing. Do drugs, have sex, and ignored your parents curfew. You’re a teenage now and no one can tell you what to do because you know everything there is to know. . . . just stay off the good Doctor’s lawn or he will shoot you.

The assault from the ground was unexpected, something I relished as it tried to knock me off balcance, a fine attack!

I released my staff moving into the swinging distance of his own, my colors flashing across my body in low speech, a move made to disorient, learned from Predators of the Forest I had hunted in all my life. My right wing shot out intercepting the brunt of the blow with the long bones between my talons and elbow, a painful strike and one I would feel for days to come but worth it.

I used my left to grab hold of the throat, like us they needed to breath. They were not automata, but flesh and blood, and like the great messengers my talons were strong, able to grip my prey and throttle them with crushing joy of the kill.

>>28943955
((same reason))
And there it is again, the Counciless who works the world to her constant advantage. If this had been back on earth I probablly would of been frightened of the threat, hell I probablly would of been intimidated by her in general but alot had changed since then. So I just kept my smile and nodded, telling her she didn't have to worry I'd much rather keep this memory private anyways, knowing I was one of the few people she dropped her guard around made this kind of special and I felt like being a little selfish in that respect.

So I tucked 'Mr.Fluffingtion' under my arm and went to tip my hat, forgetting I'd lost it in the battle and settled for just making the action with a little bow. After that it was a simple goodbye, although I did pose to watch her go, and damn do those robes leave nothing to the imagination. Hmmm, uh, I should probablly stop staring before somebody notices.
*sigh* Time to get back to work.

>>28943875

We got our reminder of being not at home it seems this morning. We spotted it moving all through the night and when we got a good look, well we all shit a brick.

Thing is, these are plains, the sort of land where megafauna on Earth really thrived, no close confines and still plenty of food to go around. In theory and it would seem in practice the same holds true on our little alien hellhole. We spotted it well before it did us, and thankfully it looked busy eating...well something else big. Judging by the way its mouth was moving and the way it walked, I'm pretty sure we're looking at some form of flightless Rapedactyl.

Yeah, let that sink in. Fucker's pushing T-rex sizes if not more so, the arms are still fused though the fore limbs are much longer allowing for a crouching stance when it rests weight on them. It's legs are classic therepod though, meant to run and bound across the gap in distances, shorter neck than the Asshole dragons as well. But you can't mistake that jaw structure. the fore limbs look to be clawed as well and possibly to more easily rip meat off the bone. Hilriously, it is fucking pink.

We're calling it a run mother fucker for the time being and have snapped pictures with one of the smart phones.

>>28944295
Well that's gonna suck to run into.

>>28944295
my big question is why are we not calling it barney

>>28944600
Because then people would confuse their racial slurs for people of the Tower and a dangerous predator.

On second thought, let's call it Barney.

>>28944645
I was gonna say because it's pink and not purple.

Also is this thing too much I mean Our region is crawling with predators wouldn't some of them have made it over there?

>>28944686
It would have to get through the Nightmare Forest.

I wouldn't bet on it if it had grafted miniguns and armor plating.

>>28944752
good point, though I like how there's a link to known species. at least we know it exists as a relative to something we've seen. Wonder what the fuck it preys on?

and could be populations that got there before the Forest though that might mean they've developed into new species anyways

>>28944295
don't forget the Ben-deer herds(basically Lenorean gazlles/wildebeasts) that some /sci/ caravans follow around

>>28945481
good point, theres also likely be Tortolo reletives that have gotten to truly staggering proportions I know in the Northern reaches there's animals like the Aurochs

>>28945549
And if you're on open planes there are more than likely a few Plains Cats. If you find one I'd love a sample. They're ooh sooo fluffy!

>>28945582
stop making plushies of everything!

>>28945626
Actually this one was for a house cat. Sure they have sharp pointy legs, but they're big and fluffy and make great warm pillows that occasionally lick your face! And if you need to move something they can act as beasts of burden as long as the weight isn't too great.

>>28945688
I wonder how they get along with Scale Wolves?

A member of Dracoformes(the order of dragon forms/rapedactyls) The Greater Landwyrm appears to be either a distant cousin of everyone's flying abomination. Measuring a staggering fifty feet in length this animal is a majestic tyrant of the plains.

A powerful jaw set, the animal is typically seen lounging upon the open grasslands or near bodies of water, like Its cousins it has the distinct four part mouth of the other Dracoformes members allowing it to adjust its bit depending on what it is attacking and from where. Large arms allow the animal to rest easily and lift itself off the ground, likely a holdover from when it lived as a flying animal. Some secondary midlimbs are known and create a section of webbing that can be pulled back, this appendix of a wing only reaches to the elbow of the animals arm and is used in mating as it will flush with color.

Greater landwyrms move either as solitary animals or in small packs of one to four adults and young. It is believed this is a mated pair and has only been observed once in the wild. Like many animals it is feathered, and sports a pink down that can be more reddish on the Males. Greater landwyrms prey on most other fauna on the plains and can have extensive home ranges. It is not unheard of wagon caravans falling prey either.

>>28946013
Greater landwyrms hunt much as most large plains dwelling animals do, that is they will chase weaker members of a heard down and go for the easy kill.Landwyrms have been seen attacking herds of Bendeer a common large herbivore of the plains and will happily snatch one off the ground mid stride.

Landwyrm physiognomy is an excellent example of Convergent evolution and is strongly reminiscent of Terrestrial Therapods, sporting a tail anchored with muscles and powerful legs, a short bull like neck and a heavy set of snapping jaws, this animal is equal parts terrifying and wondrous as it barrels across the plains after prey. Males during mating season will sport brilliant emerald tail plumes which they will fan in the air to attract mates, as well as calling out to them in a low sonorous voice. Mating season coincides with The First rainy season of the year and seems to be the only time the animals are in heat. Females are known to stay with the same male for several season and rear young. Nests are often laid near bodies of water which they will claim as a way to maintain proper water balance while nesting.

>>28946013
>>28946138
thoughts?

>>28946175
ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit?

>>28946216
works for me

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>>28944065
I thought I had him with that strike but then suddenly I felt his clawed hand take m by the throat and I was struggling to breath,

Knee came up striking up into its stomach and my hands hammered at its sides.
I needed to get free before I start to fatigue and black out.
Gonna break this thing, break it and serve it for dinner like a stuffed fucking turkey.

>>28943830
>A nation initially built by k, trv, sp, mu, jp, and rs
This makes no sense. Explain.

>>28948231
I gave it it's request, whirling my body and lifting it in the air briefly as I slammed it hard against the floor, my own knee following shortly behind. I pulled back kicking his staff out of the way as I retrieved mine and panting, my mandibles clicking pointed an end towards where it would crush his chest cavity like a rotten egg.

>>28948624
K and Trv formed an alliance and proceeded to conquer the shit out of everyone nearby.

>>28948834
Fuck!
I rolled out of the way of the strike, staff coming down where my body had been just a couple seconds before. I twisted my body away from him and sent a kick to its knees and a sweep to try for a trip.
Then I scrambled backwards and back on to my feet away from a retaliatory strike. It was still between me and my weapon but at least Id be able to fight back again.

>>28948990
The leg sweep was unexpected, but managed especially as it was a distancing maneuver. I should Finish this fight and soon. I know it wants the weapon, I need to bait it into coming for it. Carefully I move to give it the thought of it standing a chance, my positioning on the stave ready to slide it down and bring it into an overhand or side swipe as it was a Hulach, one of the mighty two handed swords.

should it try rushing, then I shall stab forward aiming for between the eyes, where the nasals are crushing it into its pale deformed face.

>>28949072
I think I can do this, Ive got it scared and its wary now, if i can just hammer it aside and get my weapon I'll be able to beat the shit out of it while its one the ground.
Allright.
Just a feint to the right and charge with a bodychec-*CRRNCH*
Bafuck.....By Dose....shit

>>28949226
I deliver the follow through, the upswing to the jaw and and a swipe to the right half of its face. Should it still be moving I will deliver a spur kick and then drive home a Suntanala Over hand, a might thrust to the center of the chest, the opponent on the ground, the strike of the Dark harbinger to its foes.

>>28949269
"Enough!"
Lancet got suckered, that much is clear, the alien lured him in and got smacked straight in his oversized nose. Now he's lying down in a pool of his own nasal blood, wonderful.

But he has clearly scored first blood and thats all it takes to win even if Lancet could stand the fight is over. I motioned and two guards moved to drag him away where he could be treated by the birdmasked doctors in the lower levels.

"You have won your duel and bested our champion, good for you. Now you have the right to challenge a champion of the elves, by whicever forms are appropriate for your people."

I turn to our erstwhile guests and motion towards the field.

"You will have the right to declien the duel, but if you do you will forfeit our protection and will be removed from the fort to settle the matter yourselves. But if you win the duel then you have the Forts full protection at your disposal. Your champions must follow all rules of the duel however, however they are outlined."

This should be an interesting diversion, I wondered how the elf would fare agains the alien monster.

>>28948857
OK, that makes a lot more sense. As a /mu/tant, I was just thinking our board
>hates /k/ and /sp/ with a passion
>is neutral towards /trv/
>likes /a/ much more than /jp/
>and is on strenuous terms with /rs/, because although they're supposed to be a good resource for our music, most of their links are down and it's really annoying
So yeah, that makes much more sense.

But they why are /sp/, /mu/, /jp/, and /rs/ credited with "initially building" the Empire? Shouldn't it say, "/k/ and /trv/ initially formed an alliance, and proceeded to conquer the lands of /sp/, /mu/, /jp/, and /rs/, forming what today is commonly known as the Empire"? It's just that the wording is a little confusing there, and should probably be rephrased.

>>28949562
Most likely, but remember history is written by the winners anon.

>>28949562
/k/ has gotten uber twisted thanks to there being no /k/ommando to write fag for them. As I can say as a regular there it doesn't add up at all. They are way to fond of modern and not of historic era. Sure they talk about it but there would not be a chance in hell they would base themselves of it.

>>28949226
>>28949269
>>28949546

That.was.Awesome! "WOOOH, Go birdman! Point for the away team! Hahaha. He was all like grr, then he was like caaaw and then he was like raar and then smack, crack and splat!"

I might of indulged in a little fist pumping and cheering, but hey, I'd been a WWF fan since forever, and this was like an extreme version of that, almost coleseum worthy. I was on the edge of my seat for the next fight, this was gonna be epic.
I asked the translator to ask Big Bird what how he thought the next fight would go, since he knew more about this elf guy and whether the fight would be an equal match up.

>>28949660
You're also dealing with an environment that doesn't lend itself well to modern forms of combat. This isn't generation four warfare where everyone is uplinked or networked by satellites and Gps and able to coordinate effectively as well as use massive machinery to move troops and weapons.

Anyone with a lick of sense and hard on for conquering shit would use the Roman method, as it worked damn well in a very similar situation where city states needed taking over and supply lines not only were long but ever expanding. This is a new generation and doctrine of warfare compared to the two, a fusion of what they did as well as Modern doctrines.

>>28949562
Well it started with a lot of extremely violent expansion that saw many of the early survivors dead, but then later waves started popping down into an established society and at that point actual board allegiance is kind of null priority

Now that stability is once again being achieved boards are showing their individuality again and the leadership is making sure to mix the populations to avoid isolationism amongst the different boards.

basically they are forced to put away attitudes towards other boards in order to survive

>>28949723
Id also imagine most /k/ members act as Velites, the less rigidly ordered skirmishers rather than the legionaire footsoldiers more likely dominated by the other boards

>>28949682
The one that...anyways,

She has had the Low speaker ask what we shall do. At this I laugh, The White Walker, no longer of many paths shall not fight. It is my kill and my shame to cut these savages down wing over sky we have traveled and I will not let them escape. They shall not bear the right to such mercies and cowardice from me any longer.

Well upon my return I am in danger of getting a promotion. I do not want a promotion I just want to relax and study this interesting world. Do you know chamo raptor hide is still sneaky even when not attached to said raptor? I have no idea how it works but it aught to be useful if we can make sure it stays that way. Sadly its temporary when it stays changed. Interesting fact is though with the hide upon death will mimic whatever is nearby and stay that way. Unlike with their wings that stay...changing. Over time they do however decay and lose effectiveness, If only we could keep it that way.

Meanwhile we had some new critters introduced by our Asylum comrades.

Tuskar Bohinops- Typical six legs big and muscled sorta like a horible mix between boar, rhino, and triceratops. Are omnivores with those those huge tusks and horns. Prefer to graze unless something tries to hunt them turns out they hold a grudge and next time they will kill and eat said predator if they can. We use them as beasts of burden of which they excel. We would use them for war but we got their bigger meaner cousin for that.

Cuddle Chubbs- thier northern adorbably chubby and fluffy cousins. No seriously they are actually fluffy and love cuddles if they like you otherwise don't. They will gore, trample, or charge the person they don't like. Yes they're dicks but honestly their entire family seems to be like this. When its summer they stick to near the water or travel high up where is cooler. When its winter they will roam far and wide with the freezing cold. We love them for that odd fluffyness of theirs makes for amazing comfortable clothing would be nice, also cuddles who doesn't like cuddles?

>>28949723
>Implying /k/ has a lick of strategic sensibilities and wouldn't all kill themselves trying to play tacticool operator or trying to have sex with their guns

>>28950668
which is actually where the intrepid /trv/ survivors came in, it started off small but grew larger with time as more people joined them

>>28950665
...cudddles?

>>28950665
Tuskar Hippo- Skins is covered in a thick slime that causes humans skin to slough off. Even when killed they will just be drenched in it and you can't really eat it. Not sure if its due to parasites or soemthing like the slime. Might be a way but we haven't figured it out. Harmless to natives very temperamental and unlike all others are purely vegatarian with chilling out in the waterways. Noted to be especially grumpy and tempermental as in addition to the other anger problems they also got hippo problems. I personally blame the fact that their vegatarians for being such assholes. No seriously they will charge at boats and people on the shore line for seemingly no reason. They will also kill each other over turf, mates, and more. Like I said huge dicks wouldnt' be such a problem if they weren't so hard to kill.

Finally we got the Tuskan Magar . Think camel in temperment in addtion to other problems of their family instead of spitting they prefer to just gore you. I honestly thought they were crazy for bringing this big ass bristling pissed off tanks of meat and rage here. Turns out however they take well to training...once they figured out it meant killing and spreading destruction they took to it like a fish to water. Ironiclly they are not quite so assholish of the hippo variety I think its the meat that they eat makes all the difference. Noted to have angry little eyes full of hate and rage love spreading destruction and death so they can roll around in it before feasting. Unlike hippos they actually have a reason.

>>28950900
Yes they love cuddles. You should see them pile up in these big piles of fluff. You would think they were the most adorable nicest critters ever if it wasn't for the whole murdering horroribly whatever it is they don't like. Even then the gore and blood just turns their fluff into interesting color depending on what they kill. For humans this means pink otherwise its white. They like to roll around in stuff that can dye it.

>>28950665
>>28950985
I feel like there's a little bit too much pokemon going on here. Also wouldn't these things be spread all across the damn continent to prevent competition with their own genus and to have allowed for ecological drift? Like where are these found? Why are they so stupidly aggressive our other herbivores are basically lobotimized compared to these.

>>28950668
>>28949823
>>28949776
>>28949660
>>28949562

In the initial years, before the birth of the Empire as we know it today a group of 15 men and women from /trv/ and /k/ met under the night sky and discussed an adventure. They initially enjoyed their exploration of the lands, moving north into areas like /rs/, /sp/, /mu/, /jp/, and /tv/. The Travelers general knowledge of survival throughout the Earth combined with the skills and knowledge of the Kommando's allowed them to help out the new arrivals of these boards. They became a traveling group that happily spread knowledge and information.

That is, until they hit the proverbial wall that is /v/ and /b/ in their initial waves. Flooded and overpopulated people of these boards resorted to cannibalism, slavery, raiding, and hedonism. Disgusted by what they saw they thought that if they killed enough people they would cause the Dick Aliens to stop sending people and save the humans on Earth from being pulled into this hell.

It took building the foundation of an empire, stripping GIF of all wildlife so they could force the few actual people of the board to mine the natural resources, then reaching the great city of SQUAT in /fit/ for them to realize the error of their mob mentality.

SQUAT was a builder city the citizens of /fit/ had found and helped colonize. When the mob saw that not everyone was living in squalor like /b/ it broke apart and the Hexumviri (the 6 original members who acted as leaders in the field) had to reorganize and redirect people.

After Squat was renamed with less caps, and a treaty was reached with the citizens the Empire began to expand not as a murder everyone blind rage idiocracy, but instead as a way to reunify humanity under a single banner. Resources, information, and knowledge are shared among the entire Empire. They have a fleet of trade vessels moving goods along the "Mediterranean" they all live around.

>>28951037

The Chubbs came from northern areas and mountains. Only aggressive during hunting and are quite 'protective'.

Bohinops prefer forests and hills but are not super picky. We found them scattered around in the central area of the contient throughout those drier areas as well as some of the hill areas. Surprisingly stable footed if a bit tempermental/stubborn.

Hippo like waterways in warmer waters. They seem to be very terroritory oriented and are amazingly agressive. Unlike the others they don't need much a reason.

Tuskar Magar were around the great plains area and took to the woods to tear through the trees. Very destructive but they serve to make sure the forests don't get too thick to choke out other growths and bringing up long buried materials. Of which their their smaller brethren keep in check and moved root around. They are much much bigger then their cousins and meaner only the Hippo that we know of can beat them in that regard.

Animal classification:

One of the few dangerous creatures we have on the plateau is the 'Drill Bat'. A small flying rodent like creature, it has batlike wings and a long, thin, iron hard beak.

Like a woodpecker the creature is capable of hitting its head against solid objects rapidly with machine gun like speed. However, rather than drilling into trees and the nut-like fruit it normally eats, it sometimes prefers to drill into skulls.

When it is mating season the female of the species seeks out animals to prey upon. Typically these are smaller creatures like dragon rats, but they can be occasionally found in large swarms around Auroch herds. They metabolize cerebrospinal fluid as part of their reproductive process.

With blinding speed they land on the head of their victim, drilling through the skull in an instant to slurp up the fluids they desire.

Thanks to the regular sling training and heavy hunting of the area as well as the fact that they do try to prey on humans their population has recently taken a nosedive.

They seem to be quite important to the local ecology however; Aurochs and other animals they kill are eaten by the local predators. They typically kill the old and infirm.

An attempted attack is rarely lethal for humans provided you are aware of how they attack and they avoid towns or those wearing butterroot oil goods. The people of the keep are always on the lookout for them - and it turns out their meat has a sweet, banana like flavor.

It's unknown what the rapid reduction in their population will do to the local environment. But I have no desire for anything to drill into MY skull. The culling will continue.

>>28951108
I like this a lot better, but
>Hexumviri (the 6 original members who acted as leaders in the field)
Is this the six boards? And how do they relate to the "group of 15 men and women from /trv/ and /k/" in the beginning?

>>28951245
The Hexumviri are a collective group of six of the original 15 from /k/ and /trv/. The Councilors are all members of the original 15. Derek the Stalwart Architect is the director of Mossingburg a city in /k/, and the Traveler is one of the 6 Hexumviri. The remaining 13 are unnamed.

(I had the name councilors before the confederacy, you're stealing my terms! ((Wait, I am a Councilor in the Confederacy, did I steal my own terminology?(((Am I going crazy??)))))

After the recent invasion, siege, destruction, and purging of Alteria, a city in /d/ that was extremely deviant, one of the Hexumviri was severely injured and has passed on his title to another while he remains in Alteria to run the city. The new Hexumviri member is only a leader in war, and has no say among the Council of 15.

>>28951212
When it comes to animals we have THREE raptor variants at our command. Sadly they eat a lot of meat its hard to support this number and we are reliant on them acquiring their own food. Suffice to say this limits how many we have access to without stripping the nearby areas bare. In that regard we use our freshly acquired Chamo raptors...for well we are setting up a new division of troops who are called the Stalkers. They are made up of our most stealthy elements and specialized training. Considering how its not uncommon a good bugger to disapear in a empty field full of rocks due ot Rakken flock suffice to say they are beyond good. Have to be a number of the local monsters are amazingly alert and deadly.

Our Star Raptors are more troublesome sure they can fly and we can ride them kinda, but they fly so high up its too difficult for our guys. We need specialized suits and some other stuff to insure their safetly of which is is still under development. Soon we shall get it figured out. I trust in our SCIENCE forces to figure it out. They already have a crude suit problem is oxygen...and exposure plus the whole dive bombing...it might take awhile.

At least with our Razorwings we have it already figured out they are amazing trackers, clever fuckers and vicious. Only wish I could see them in action outside the mountains where they are in their element. Granted they are amazing but apparently much better outside they are in their element that I would love to see. As is in the mountains while giving up great jumping ability for greater speed while effective tends to lose a bit of its brilliance in the mountains.

>>28951531
The Camo raptors are a recent addition before Irwin got jacked by Mora who upon getting word of a certain incident decided we needed to up training and create special and elite training besides our advanced or secret operations(the horror). Camo raptors are odd and we acquired them from some young camo raptors who lost their family. Unlike the Star Raptors who after one(Rex) moved in others followed.

Camo raptors while having endurance excel in stealthy operations and surprise/ambushes. We are begining to break them in, they are smart enough for it all raptors are really. Its just about the time really. Star raptors meanwhile sorta need proper equipment before we can break them in properly unlike the Razorwings who are already largely trained thanks to the vermin. Sadly we could not acquired thier other critters besides that one.

We are using the Chubbs meanwhile for clothing(so comfy) and food.
Bohinops are beasts of burden and food.
no we do not have any Hippo we are not that stupid. Just something I decided to write down finally.
Magar meanwhile we think might be able to train. The asylum folks had some ideas and they acquired info from others. We are using this as a base to see what we can do. Sadly they don't take to the training as easily as some of the others we shall see.

So, for the past few days out amongst the pink sea of grass(and that still sounds insane to me) we spot it, the Run Motherfucker. Its not excactly like it can hide I mean its well over fifteen feet tall.

Yet it follows us, never really getting close just sorta staying off far enough to let us know its there.

We've started calling it Stanley.

>>28951765
The star raptors have taken to roosting and we have tried to train them. With little success only Irewin has had any luck and we barely have more then a handful of them.

Chamo raptors are tricky affair we acquired them young or wounded and went form there. We ended up discovering they are familiar with working with other animals in the wild I think with work we can adjust this for humans. I hope. It was a pain acquiring them. Chubbs are a nice source of uhm wool stuff and meat problem is the areas they like to inhabit means its troublesome for us. Think only reason Asylum sent some here was due to the fluffy aspect.

The ones I particularly like is the Bohinops who unlike others took well to training I suspect they might have been used by builders possibly for farming or something. Considering how surprisingly easy they took to it and some of the odd images we found.

Magar...I think if we can get them young and give them a way to channel its rage it will be useful. They are normally pretty calm its just during their unholy rage they have issues if we could somehow channel that rage and train them I look forward to what we can do.

Only ones we can use right away besides the Bohinops are the Razorwing who are already pre trained. Though there are some stuff we plan to fix up in that regard. Apparently some of the breaking in tactics adjustments may be needed. We shall see.

>>28951774
It's easy to get lost in thought out here. It wasn't intentional at first but over time I've found myself praying when we get up for the morning, just staring off into the Sunrise savoring the ache all along my back from sleeping in the dirt.

There's also another urge, even with Stanley still following us, I can see it in Nikolai and myself when I get a little too deep into thought. We might not want to go back, we might want to keep wandering the world like this...

I'm thinking on two levels again. I need to stop that.

>>28951940
With our tech development meanwhile they have expanded once more on an oxygen tank. This one supposedly providing endless air. I sorta doubt it with the whole being tempermental and fragile. Its more like they don't know how much it provides due to it always breaking or something going wrong. So as far as they are concerned endless. Made sure to tell them to make it sturdier otherwise its not nearly as useful.

As for the alien weaponry I think our Gauss rifle idea is in trouble cause we used ammo not made of metal and it worked just fine. We used wood by the way so now our guys are questioning it. At least we can easily provide ammo for it and can develop some new ammo cartridges for it hopefully.

Meanwhile this odd blade brought back appears to be a mono blade problem is somehow it manages to keep the edge in question. We have no idea how this is possible sure we know it can exist but we hadn't thought of a way it could be permament. Lucky we had a mono blade of our own ehem manufacture if you can consider whatever the gnome did and the guy watching forgot the order it did it in counts(that damn idiot). It was shown that unlike the other blade this one will eventually lose that peculiar edge.

infuriating.

Not even including this odd armor we have been looking into that is surprisingly good. Our Forgemaster thinks it has something to do with the metal and creation process. Quite possibly even these artifacts allowing odd skips and strangness to occur. I hope we can copy it.

On an actual positive note thanks to the hide breakthroughs we have been looking into bone(stony and metal type of course) and even nightmare wood armor to help alleviate the problems. That combined with hide and metal we have been able to create some new series of surprisingly good armor. It might even compare to carapace given time and we work out the kinks. Sadly, I don't think it will ever be nearly so comfortable.

>>28952298
hmm way to surpass literally centuries of engineering headaches and solve one of the most pressing issues for manned diving and exploration of hazardous environments, do you perchance have tony stark there good sir?

>>28952298
Honestly wish this tank would be better...as in stable and unusable. That way I can know for certain how much it carries. 'endless' doesn't mean jackshit until I can see it in action while being usable. Plus some flight suits so our guys don't freeze up there. Animals are great to have but no so great to train...or support. Good god this is going to be hell on our logistics. So we will be limited in that regard big time. I wish I knew how those Confeds support all those wolves of theirs so much.

At least Rex the Star Raptor served to lure a few others to roost nearby wish we could support more then a handful of them. I still find it hard to believe Irwin ahem I mean 'Steve' managed to reach and understanding the way he did with Rex. As for the Camo Raptors good ol Steve figuring if he could do that with Rex and what happened to me why not them? I heard it didn't end well until they basically nabbed the orphans without a pack. They were the only ones whoFinally a lead that has allowed us to have like...4 no 5 we had anothe brought in with our last force. Finally the Razorwings we got from the Vermin with the regular forces coming in from the North. They too had some leads on Chubbs among others, but sent them to Asylum where our primary research elements are. We only got any of them here when they figured out some uses and got done doing their work.

I wish that moron payed attention to what artifacts and crap the gnome messed with to create that blade edge. Damned wooparts and shit. I mean come on how could you NO FUCKING REMEMBER THE SEQUENCE TO CREATE A GODDAMN MONO EDGE.

>>28952852
we dont have many I think in all of the confed there's maybe a hundred wolves and mostly by feeding them offal, tortolo thats been shipped from the 'farms' south and mixing it with a large amount of filler like corn or soy.

>>28952962
You have to remember the larger the creature, or more numerous they are, the more food you are required to produce just for them. Either they are hunting the creatures in your immediate area and thereby removing them from your own pool of resources, or you're feeding them resources you acquired.

The Confederacy knows we have to exponentially expand just to keep up with the new people in each wave. Most of the fields go to feeding our people, there is very little to split with livestock.

If you're using carnivorous animals you should probably expect them to get hungry and start eating your people if they can't find a proper source of food.

>>28953060
Notice we said offal were not talking flank steak here but gizzards and organs that people dont want, and its a worthwhile investment, Local game is being damaged yes but dont forget that Butter Root keep was relatively new and still hasnt seen much in the way of the waves. More than likely though we will have to start farming something that we can feed them on a regular basis. I'm thinking Fedorans but that got shouted down.

>>28953126
Oh, I was more adding onto what you said to extend the point rather than argue it. It's more information for anyone wanting to start a Pokeman Safari Zone of Lenore creatures.

>>28953162
fair enough and I was explaining how we're providing to clarify no argument meant just clarification

>>28951531
So, reviewing previous threads and bestiaries there is no actual flying creature able to be mounted. The largest creature, the Rapedactyl, was worshipped by the Builders for it's prowess and strength. It had no equal among flyers.

When the Rapedactyl attacks humans it swoops down and picks the humans up only to drop them from altitude. It does this, not because it's fun to watch the humans splat on the rocks, but the load from carrying a human is too much for it to fly with. The Rapedactyl can not support the additional weight while in flight, a human sitting anywhere on it is going to cause complications with aerodynamics as well as how it is able to move its wings or neck. No riding these things like a Nazgul.

Wiverns are smaller and also incapable of prolonged flight. They instead glide which allows short distance movement when riding one. It is incapable of gaining extreme altitude while burdened with the load of a human however.

These animals predominately stay in the air, mating, eating, and simply chillin' wit' da homies. You're not going to be able to stick a hand full of bird seed out and draw them in. Capturing, taming, and eventually mounting a wivern will be an extreme ordeal. Capturing, taming, and controlling a Rapedactyl is worthy of a demi-god hood among the Builders.

>>28953354
Damn so much for going and trying to get my own flying alien dragon monster. Looks like its back to trying to get ridable Yowlers.

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Since we now have a steady supply of paper, we of course had to commission a printing press. The engineering for it was simple enough that we didn't even need to borrow any members of the Science guild's engineering department. We could manage. The difficult part, of course, was carving the typeset. We used hardwood. Not Nightmare wood, there are better uses for that not to mention it eats dremel bits like candy. Just some local hardwood. With great expense, we commissioned a master carver and he has produced the typeset. Unfortunately, we did not specify what font. So now, without further ado, I present the first printing press in Kog and presumably the known world. A marvel of retro-engineering and yes, that is Comic Sans. Get used to it.

>>28953354
It had been brought up on IRC where it was brought up, vetted, and gone over carefully due to there being concerns. Those concerns were laid to rest as it was hammered out. Basically stop bringing shit up that wasn't even a problem in the first place Expat.

>>28953776
Not a dragon nor does it really fly all that well. It prefers sailing/gliding on updrafts and winds allowing it to climb to massive heights where it could then dive bomb prey. This was gone over previously.

>>28953223
Actually we feed the Scale Wolves with a mash, offal is used but so is corn, potato and local plants.
DIrect offal pieces are usually only fed after a direct kill or foraging and actual good cuts of meat are given by riders as a treat, but the mash is the standard food.

First off was stone of which we had plenty and shaping it out into kilns. Block by painful fucking block. This was easy lots of stone and manpower, problem was the clay the fucking clay. We had to stick them in place and unlike the rest of /tg/ clay isn't fucking everywhere. We actually had to mine clay deposits and later dredging up clay along with sand along water ways. Which reminds me you know what sucks about these areas being rich in shale? Fucking natural gas deposits baby which makes mining a real hazard. We don't even have a way to tap into it all it is just one big death trap waiting to kill, all waiting to make miners its bitch. I can completely understand why there are so many dwarves around here, sadly these mountains are not free from the vile shale either.

At least with the kilns in place we had sand the rare black kind...which wasn't what we actually needed. We had to filter it for rare earths and gems just to get a batch of black sand that certainly does result in interesting glass. So we got stuck looking around the waterways for the material for glass that we needed. At least it turned out to be another way to provide clay once we got the kilns set up. That was when we discovered the Forge area which we couldn't use right away as we first had to get it set up and understand enough to be useful. So we got stuck using our older kilns and couldn't match the mass production of /tg/ so we realized we had to figure something out and someone brought up ceramics. Blessed be the bastard who found the required reactive agent for it, we were able to soon look into ceramics. That was of course before we had the forge kilns figured out which actually makes mass production a much easier...if only we had enough materials. Kinda ruined it really we still use the old ones though they tend to be much more comfortable when its warm out.

morning bump

Back in Kog again, gathering together the Butterroot soldiers who haven't returned to the Keep yet. Really its just a small contingent that is meant to escort the newly discharged soldiers on their journey back to Butterroot Keep, but somehow the officer left in charge has lost track of all them.
So now im having to track them all down while I try and find the guy who was running around with a blackpowder rifle during the battle and work a deal out for plans and sample pieces, and also organize a boat with the WTTC to trannport the men back.

Im hoping they haven't got in to to much trouble, but having just found the first one passed out in an alley with a new tattoo, shaved head and professing his new devotion to the Mythos church does not fill me with much hope.

At least finding the Rifleman hasn't been hard, he seems to be pushing for the construction of a ironworks and to start industrialization so that we can move out of the dark ages. Having found him I brought up the intention for the Keep to do the same, but it would help if we could get blueprints and an example of the 'Kentucky Long Rifles' that were going to enter in to production. Not only would the plans be simpler and faster than designing our own, but they would also keep the fire arms of the Confederacy standardized.

We were willing to trade of course,we couldn't really afford to trade to many of the newest Scale Wolf litter, since we would need them to replace the ones we had lost and for new recruits, but we had proven the effectiveness of triplex breastplate and there were always the designs for the Flammenspeier that we had deployed. We needed the tech though, we needed to stop fighting like Bretonians and a little more like the Imperial Army.
Actually....I wonder what it would take to get a Steam Tank rolling.

>>28955094
what a dick.

>>28955580
its huge how would you expect it to fly well? Thats like saying you expect bricks to be aerodynamic.The largest flying animals on our world were comparable in size and did the same fucking thing.

The Fleet Queens are calling for more action, either against the Fedorans once again or against whoever was responsible for the damage done to Gudrun and the BL fleet. Her grunts and howls for revenge fill the moot every other day.
While at the same time the Island Queens could care less, we are afterall sitting fat off of the last raid. What reason do we have to risk our fleets again?
But the choice is simple really, Fedoran is freshly harvested, to strike again would be to throw our forces against an enemy on alert and before the crop can properly replenish. The Island queens also periodically forget that we need to keep our warriors sharp. We also cannot sit idly by after one of our fleets was badly crushed by an unknown enemy at sea.

Even if its not to shut the bleating of Gudrun then to gauge this new threat to the Island, we must send a scouting force south down the coast. But who to send? It cannot be one of the larger fleets, this is a mission that requires finesse, Izumi, Talia or Artemis are the best choices. Gudrun will want to go or take over their fleets but she will be deluding herself, she wont be shipping off her fleet until it is replenished and back to at least half-strength. Ah, someones knocking at the door.

"Yes? Oh, its you Marcel, is the food ready? Wonderfull. Have it brought here, I will dine while I work. Lewis, do continue, your hands are divine."

>>28962427
does everyone have slaves now?

>>28963316
most yes

>>28963436
well damn, that would suck

well I guess being the slave of a hot viking queen wouldnt be too bad

>>28963501
Depends, do you mind on the odd occaision having to bend over for another mans pleasure?

>>28963549
ah....well no that I would find unpleasant

>>28961299
Everyone keeps talking about Kentucky Rifles. I keep having to explain that muzzleloading rifles take too long to reload in combat. They are skirmisher weapons. I'll give them plans, but unless the Engeneering Guild can build some damn machine tools, we're going to be doing flintlock muskets for now. If we had a chemical industry we could make percussion caps, but we're in a far worse situation than Grantville. We're having to build everything from scratch. We've got the Foundry walls put up, now I just need firebrick and bellows and coal and cranes and vats to hold the molten iron and so many other things. Wish we had some more historians. I'd kill for some one who studied the Early Modern Era.

>>28965807
Starr Rifles then? or M1819 Hall rifle?
or something similiar that can be loaded with paper cartridges or powder and shot?

>>28966859
can that actually work?

>>28966859
Hall Rifles might work, but we really don't have the machine tools or proper plans. We're going for the M1848 Springfield Musket. The last smoothbore produced by the US Army.

>>28968351
There are far worse things to be stuck with.

>>28951531
>Three Raptor variants

wait are these all the same species?

Native to the massive Northern Coasts. The Fluffy Chubb derives its name from being well, fluffy. These is achieved by masses of feathers as well as layers of down. Water Shedding orange feathers cover much of the six legged herbivores body. A blunted beak and what to the untrained are 'tusks' dominate the animals face. These curling pair of bony organs are actually hollowed and part of the animals beak allowing it to make a sonorous call that fills the air and can be heard for miles.

Fluffy chubbs are wandering herd animals and in the oft times snowy winters and cooler months they can be found 'cuddling' The Chubbs will rub together for body heat, this is a common tactic employed by many species on Earth and helps to spread and share the warmth as it were. Fluffy chub herds as such will often appear to be moving masses of orange feathers to the common viewer as they graze upon mosses and low growing plants.

Chubbs perhaps surprisingly are not related to Tortolo but instead seem to be a distant Cousin of the Wamblers. This has been determined due to several traits both families share such as a small unique set of vertebrae where the tail is. Chubb Bulls are often weight upwards of six tonnes and Females a little over four, They will bear a clutch of eggs once a year during the 'summer' which will hatch after two to three months. The young will nestle in their mothers feather for warmth for the first few weeks of life and suckle on special 'milk' producing glands that appear to be modified from the oil producing glands of Wamblers.

>>28971356
as always ladies and Gents, your thoughts?

>>28971388
They wouldn't have orange fur unless the snows here are a different color. Unless they do the whole dye thing. Besides that pretty good.

>>28971615
Because every northerly species has white fur, look at muskox brown as shit, some species by twist of fate just wont blend as much besides theyre big animals from the sounds of things no reason to hide.

The vigilance of these people is maddening. Guards everywhere. Always checking, always asking. Worse than a police state. We've had to visit construction sites and waste time at them. If we do not, our cover will be blown.

They are building a Jewish Synagogue. Madness! At least King Fedoran drove them from his cities. They embrace them.

They have an enormous Christian Church as well. They bring back all the old world failures.

This place disgusts me. I cannot wait to kill their leader and go home. But we have yet to find a way to strike at him. We may have to go for his wife. But she is almost better protected. Or the Children. If we could take them back the /d/m would love them. We would be rewarded with new holdings and many slaves.

For now all we can do is watch and wait. The time will come soon.

I fucking hate logistics.

I think we can handle the new beasts if we spread them out to our towns and villages we should be able to support a good number as they take care of themselves. Rather what happens if we need to mobilize our forces in mass? I can't damn well keep them fed and prolonged operations will strip the land bare. I don't want to deal with /b/ tier wasteland. Still not a worry now we got to few for it to be a concern. Just something to ponder for the future.

At least armaments wise we had a much needed breakthrough armor wise once we get the kinks worked out we should be fine. I hope, unlike our other armor this one has a bit to figure out still while we may look at old world designs that can only do so much for us. I hope we got some crude workable sets available before our newest batch of recruits are churned out. We don't got enough classic carapace to go around now.

Weaponry wise we had some /k/ultists come in with a recent Karavan our dear bugger /k/ultists pulled strings and came through. Apparently they want tie ins with mass production and want only their sect to have dibs. Smart bastards already of quality monopoly they knew better then to throw away their head start for mass production instead long run anyway. That will be repeated and they would lose out eventually due to manpower, but go quality combined with a head start and you'll be looking really fucking good. Clever kultists, at least we got true kult team knows historic weaponry that we can make. At least gun wise as soon as we get it set up. Our newer batches of recruits will have new armor and weapons until they prove themselves for an upgrade.

As it as it is all set up...god I hate that so much. It gets old quick I swear. At least we have guys figuring out how long grains can last before they go bad. Once that is figured out we can cycle through them eating the ones about to go bad first. Plus we have also stored up drying meat and in the Yard salting it. We stockpile.

>>28972961
flast in first out simple as that

Time for some fun science facts and a logistical chain.

Nitroglycerin is a product of mixing Sulphuric Acid and Nitric Acid at a 1:1 ratio. We can make both.

Sulphuric acid exists naturally in the southern swamps, but you can also make it with Sulfur, Oxygen and Water. We have a Sulfur mine that ships to Kog.

Nitric Acid is made by combining Copper metals with Silver Nitrate. We also have limited silver mining. Silver Nitrate can be made by combining silver with Nitric Acid. You can also make Nitric Acid under high pressure and heat with Ammonia and oxygen and combining the product with water in the "Oswald Process."

The point being it all feeds into one another. The first Nitric Acid is hard to produce - but once we have it, we can make a lot of it.

And that means we can make Nitroglycerin. We have the resources.

Another fun science fact: Dynamite is Nitroglycerin combined with an absorbent compound, clay and sawdust among them, and wrapped in paper. Not too stable compared to modern methods, but useful for many things.

For instance, mining, or weapons.

The Fedoran walls may as well be made out of paper.

>>28974092
er first in first out rather

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>>28974127
Whose gona be the poor sod to light it?

>>28976760
The dude on the other end of a long fuse and attached to a trebuchet. Even if we miss the walls themselves, they'll still take out whole buildings.

Fuses are easy. Mix gunpowder into fabric that burns well.

no fun there.

>>28957832
We have been busy we finally got around to cracking open a certain 'artifact' in actually they turned out to be machinery that we could ACTUALLY understand...mostly. There are a few things throwing us for a loop, but hopefully now we can get the damned setting and controls figured out for the Forge area. A truly awesome breakthrough really should help with our guess work. Granted there were a few tidbit we couldn't figure out and many areas we can't access plus the whole alien writing, but damn it if we haven't made progress. Even better some of our molds came out...WE GOT CANNONS NOW BITCHES...if only we could transport them, but they don't explode nearly as much as before so hey we are clearly getting there. Eventually.

Mean while weapons development has come out with historic muzzle loaders and even started looking into breach weapons again. I think we can churn out muzzle loaders in mass soon enough and decide on some common specs. Breech loaders look as if we may get to be a thing basing them of historic weapon and our grenade launchers, but we will have them just in limited number just like our grenade launchers. Turns out they have been a thing for quite some time historically speaking its just there are issues with them involving ammo cartridges and limited production capability. Still its good to know we already of some stuff figured out for it. Turns out they share some similarity with our launchers and our guys think they can improve on the grenade launcher thanks to new info.

Here I thought they were too busy trying to figure out how to get them a larger ammo capacity for them. Shame on me, If only the damn throwers would figure change their gig too. I swear going in there the sheer depth of sadness and disappointment sticks to you long after you leave their section. Last time I made sure to send them messages down the wire to cultists about the butterroot flamethrower. I sincerely hope it will break them out of whatever it is.

A Doge is not a terran dog, in fact physically they have nothing in common.
They are scaled and feathered, rahter than covered in fur and their faces, rather than resembling any kind of dog actually more closely resembles that of a baboon, along with a set of massive jaws. And rather than bark or wag its tail to show its mood, the Doges use different styles of chirps and howls and the ruffling of their feathers. Like most animals of Lenore they sports six limbs all of which function as their legs.
Variants are seen all across /b/ in different colours, sizes and with different styles of plumage.
Bubonicus has two native breeds.

The first is the Malarian Red, they arent to large, maybe the size of a grey hound, if a little hardier built. Its feathers are sparse and mostly in a ruff around the head. Like its name suggests it is mostly red with some tones of white which allows it to fit in well in the grasses around the open fields of /b/. Its a carnivore that mostly hunts smaller animals and insects, although packs of Reds might take on fair as big as a Tortello if they are hungry. Although domestication and training is slow going, mos of the effort is being done by Bubonicus farming communities for their potential use in clearing away pests and protecting the home.

The second breed local to Bubonicus is the Bastard Hound, named after the former leader fo the Nurgling Horde, the Hound is a large crature the size of a shetland pony. They are heavy set all around and covered in thick coat of feathers coloured in black and purple. The Hound is a social animal like other Doges but tends to hunt for its own food, which can vary in size, from as small as a corsair to a tortellos bull. Though on atleast one occasion three Hounds have been observed taking down a solitairy Aurochs. Currently a project is underway to domesticate and train the Hounds at the Cathedral but progress is slow due to their naturally aggressive nature.

The Doge.
Not quite mans best friend.

>>28971356
love them, I want one

>>28982029
opinions?

>>28962427
Of course we need more action, not against the Fedorans perhaps, though I believe leaving them to their own devices will cause nothing but trouble, but to the south looms danger and to the north the growing power of the nations of /b/ grow. Already I have heard tell of a kingdom that seems to worship plague and sickness. And the slaves we took from the most recent settlements? All tell of another nation, a Confederacy of city states, that is building in the west of the mainland.
Suddenly we are no longer the strong single power in the neighboorhood and we need the biggest and strongest military force on the waters if we do not want to be crushed in the future. The other fleets need more experience and the funds that a successful raid brings in order to expand, hiring on more warriors and building new ships.

Which is why the next expedition will not be the Slash fleets job, wherever it is to. We are still resting back on our latest success and enjoying our 'booty'. Most of warriors are out spending their share or selling the slaves they took but do not wish to keep for themselves, and generally living the life of a conquering heroine.
Those of us with actual responsibility work on replenishing the fleet after the losses it sustained, either from Island ykings who wish to test their mettle on the seas and in battle or those slaves who have showed potential and wish to earn a position as a warrior and with it their freedom. Thats not to say Im not enjoying the success myself, Im a Queen for heavens sake, Im drinking this wonderful confederacy made wine out of a purplish glass goblet while my new husband from Catan, Liam he said his name was, gives me a massage as the other slaves have been teaching him.
The perks of leadership you understand.

>>28982250
living the sweet life on an island paradise?

The tuskar Binhop(also known as the Horny chubb) Are another northern Species recently discovered living in the lands of /b/ and /g/. Like the Cuddly Chubb, the horny chubb Is a large six legged herbivore. It often moves in herds of twenty to fifty individuals of all ages along the Northern range of the mountains that separate the confederacy from much of the mainlaind.

Horny Chubbs derive their name from a series of protrusions atop their heads, in reality like with their cousins these are part of their beaks. However, Unlike the Fluffy Chubb, These are solid masses of tissue and designed for defense. Horny chub males sport a rather impressive axe blade shape crest that they will use to headbutt in competition for mates. Females sport a more modest set of ridges. Horny Chubs are often a mottled grey and Orange color, The young especially this allows for better blending into their environment to ensure predation from Rapedactyl and Raptors is at least passively avoided.

Though heavily feathered, Horny Chubbs are not well suited for pelts as the feathers are often coated in an almost grease like secretion. this helps shed water effectively and acts as a scent marker that is rubbed against rocks and trees to show where a herd lays claim to territory.

Horny Chubbs were initially Earmarked for domestication though this has since been removed from the entry within the Monster manual(detailed later) as they have proven to be temperamental and arguably more aggressive than their predators. Bull Chubbs especially during Rut are to be avoided.

>>28984181
the rule still holds your thoughts anons?

Journal 1
date: unknown

It seems odd to say that i don't partiully miss the old world. This is not because of any faults of its own, but more for blessing that is a new world, full of the unknown.

Not for long if i have anything to do about it, I'll share my knowledge with everyone if possible at least untill i can get [real system] down.

>>28950985
for reference to what I'm explaining.

The slimetolo is perhaps the largest native herbivore to the Southern Swamps. A wallowing Hippo like beast, the Slimetolo spends almost its entire life submerged in the acidic Swamps of /tg/. Slimetolo are smaller than land dwelling species though they still can reach up to two tons in weight. Large splayed feet allow it to walk along muddy pond bottoms and too more easily swim around more open waters. The slimetolo derives its name from the Caustic slime it oozes from its pores, this slime is akaline and when exposed to human flesh will cause swelling and irritation.

SlimeTolo are believed to have orginated from Land dwelling tortolo that adapted to exploit the swamps unique enviroment and feed on the mosses and plant life there. This has allowed them to become a Key stone species as often Slimetolo are the only animal able to keep water ways from becoming overgrown. Slimetolo rarely venture on land this is because though they produce a slime to mitigate the swamps acidic waters, they will rapidly dehydrate and cease to well, slime. When this happens they are most vunerable as parasites normally kept at bay will flock to the proceed to burrow into its now exposed skin infesting it, often fatally.

>that weird terrifying moment when you realize Birds are likely the source of anything remotely milk like on the planet.

I have no face for this feel.

>>28984181
Pachycephalosaurus! Awesome fluffy cuddle things that smash your face in!

>>28984631
that slime stuff is nasty but the parasite thing is nightmare fuel as usual.

Much of the south eastern part of the Bubonicus penisular is covered in peat swamps that are home to the well known Strider Birds. Less well known outside of /b/ but beloved by the local serfs, particularly the farmers around the swamp land and peat harvesters, is the Dodder Bird a variant breed of the Strider.

Unlike its larger cousin the Dodder Bird is barely two feet long at its largest and three feet tall, most of which is its legs. It is not unlike the terrestrial kiwi in that its body is fairly compact and its wings are largely vestigal. Its beak like the Strider, and the terran Kiwi, it has a long and thin beak that sports the Lenorean four sectioned mouth and is attached to a smallish head on a comparativel short and stubby neck. Its feathers are very much like the Striders and are tightly packed feathers which make them almost entirely water proof but which are almost entirely a dull brown and grey colour and do not gain bright plumage in the rainy seasons. They subsists mostly off of fruits, nectar and swamp vegetation, but suppliment it with insects and small fish.

In comparison to the Striders, known for their complex dance and song routines for their mating rituals the Dodder is a sad little sight. They perform clumsy dances that almost make them seem drunk and their songs are a horrible catterwalling. Otherwise its mating habits are identical to the Strider, although its harems usually only number 2 or 3 at most. A peculiarity about the Dodder is that it secretes a solution full of proteins and sugars that helps to feed their eggs, provide better oxygen conduction and protect it from bacteria and pathogens. The secretion is excuded from an orifice that swells up when ready to produce and is located just above the cloaca, it resembles an areola without an actual nipple.

>>28985507
Use: As stated, they are often kept by southern farmers in wetter areas and peat harvesters, and swamp dwellers in general. Their ability to subsist off of little nourishment, often from things that humans dont eat themselves, the fact that their secretion is very close to milk and they lay eggs, that while weird do not taste bad, makes them a very effective supplement to an otherwise meager diet of a Bubonicus serf. Additionally they can be eaten when they stop producing or get to old and have the advantage of tasting like a slightly greasy goose.
Disliked by the upper classes of Bubonicus as 'disgusting' and 'fucking weird'.
(thoughts?)

>>28985564
bird milk..this goddamned planet never ceases to amaze and terrify me with the shit it pulls.

>>28986171
Have yourself a nice warm glass of Dodder ass milk!

>>28986326
this raises a question first off, can we make cheese with it? Secondly what desperate mother fucker tried this stuff?

>>28986345
I dont think desperation came into it, they are from /b/ after all

and yeah, I think if you fermented and churned it properlly you might make something like cheese
probablly more like feta though

>>28986379
wonderful and oh god what the fuck at the same time. /b/ of all places will reinvent cheese

>>28986396
itll be called /b/rie *badump tish*

>>28986443
I groaned from that, though that's a Gouda one

>>28986801
i'll admit it was a little cheesy

So, wait do all birds do that here?

With the report of the Greater Landwyrm it has come to our attention that perhaps we have missed a branch of the avian family tree, to which to all of you, we apologize. No really our bad.

With this in mind we have begun study of what the Buggers are reffering to as Raptors. For The sake of dispelling confusion we shall call them Drakes. There are several reasons for this. The first is simeple they are 'lesser dracoforms' Meaning they are not True dragons such as the Rapedactyl and dozens of other predatory bird species that share a similar body structure. Secondly they sport bipedal motion and are flightless. Thus, Drakes.

Razor wings are flightless animals that live within the Coastal mountains North of /tg/ a smaller predator the Largest specimen seen to date has topped out at Ten feet in length, most of which is actually its tail. Razor wings make their home in rocky crags where they hunt primarily Mountain bull and Rock Wambler. Being a creature moving through areas prone to fatal falls it has an almost preternatural sense of balance, moving from rock to rock and able to scale sheer cliff faces through the use of gecko like adherence on its fore and hindlimbs. The Razor wing derives it's name from its primary killing method, buried beneath the feathers of the fore limb is what remains of their Middle legs. These have adapted exentisvly to form a power sickle like claw that acts alongside its four other digits. This claw is powerful and able to puncture the skull and sever vertebra on its primary prey species as well as larger game given the chance...or a human.

Razor Wings fit the Therepod profile, low to the ground they have been seen at times to run on all fours, primarily when moving over dangerous terrain. Their largely useless flight muscles have been pressganged into climbing and hopping across crags and ridges and the four part mouth is lined with curving serrated teeth designed to hold and to cut flesh from bone.

>>28989223
Razor wings are a pack animal and can be seen moving in small groups of up to a dozen adults, the young, largely harmless are cared for in nest sites located along cliff faces or back in caves safe from other predators such as its monstrous cousins the Rapedactyl and First Wyvern(not to be confused with wivern a dragon rat relative)

Razor wings are consummate carnivores and should be treated with both respect and caution. They've exhibited in the past a ruthless cunning and ambush behavior.

>>28989309
as always opinions on changes that might need to be done are welcome.

>>28989380
Razor Wing Raptors were known to prefer the flat areas and some mountains. They preferred plains where they could take full advantage of their amazing speed and pouncing ability. Their legs may not be as strong as their brethren due to them giving it up for greater speed. They did however somehow develop the razorwing namesake weaponry to make up for it. If anything instead of brute forcing through protection they just aim to penetrate. But I am no biologists I just got reports and records to look through.

>>28989501
A claw such as that is anything but 'brute force' its effectively the same tactic Felidae members use to take down prey many times their size, they drop down on them and use their teeth( or in this case claw) to penetrate and sever the spinal chord rendering the prey animal dead in seconds. If there's not a more elegant method to kill I'm sorry I've yet to see it.

>>28989309
Razorwing drakes though sometimes found in mountains prefer to stay to the low laying valleys(those of the interior than along the coastline which is known for its infamous 'fogs') though they are at times found outside of the valleys these are often transit populations. Flocks of the animals will however nest in caves as well as over grown cospes and ruins as these all provide excellent shelter for their young.

Razorwings are covered in a slate grey feathering, this is supplemented by flecks of orange which will turn to stripes and patterning over time as they age lending them a certain 'tiger like' appearance.

>>28990349
>Have cool killer space geckos that leap and crawl all over rock faces to hunt their prey and drop on them like death from above.

>yeah nah fuck that shit just make them raptors lol.

Da fook?

>>28990641
Bit too similar to Chamo raptors who are a bunch of stealthy assholes. You never know one is there until its too late I can see them as a closely related variant more accustomed to rapid climbing. I will check our archives there could very well be two similar specimens previously unknown to us.

Chamo Raptors they just love ambushing and silently coming in from above. Even if you look at them they are just oh so stealthy you'll never notice quite possibly even sitting on one. Unless they move for us humans we can detect a slight shimmer that if your experienced enough gives them away. When we tested this using native wildlife they never noticed, because of this they changed up their usual tactics when going after humans. They prefer ambushes and coming silently at dark from above for us. We have yet to see what they do to others but from what we can tell they use it sneak up on prey and to avoid predators. Only in humans do we see the usually rare tactics become common. in other words they learned and adapted for hunting us.

>>28990858
...wait...hold up. What's all this? So they're raptors with better camouflage than anything known on earth and act...well like Raptors from jurassic park. Am I understanding this correctly?

When did this turn into a bad DnD clone? the fuck is a variant? Are these all the same species? I came here for sweet sweet exobiology and asspirates damn it.

>>28990858
Common traits for Raptors is two very raptor like legs odd jaws more like a three piece actually. Their jaws split into two combined with the half from their skull gives a very special looking face piece. Their four legs the rear ones tend to be more powerful and resemble dinosaur raptor structure. The front two tend to not be vestigial still having some use.

In razorwings they adapted for further speed and endurance becoming a terror on the plains due to their ruthless cleverness and pack mentality. They however gave up powerful leaps and even crude gliding. They can however still pounce lulling their prey into a false sense of security and reaching areas they may not otherwise be able to.

For Chamo raptors their legs are still quite strong to help generate lift for gliding silently and completely hidden as well as for attacking. They are the largest most stealthy fucks we ever encountered at least outside the fog anyway. We think this is to both help hunt and avoid predators. Beware they too have form packs.

>>28991046
Their only nicknamed raptors due to the similar legs structure and keen intelligence it sorta stuck. As for the rest they are related is why. My apologies.

That other previously variety sounds like Cliff Racers. I kinda hate those things personally. I think I will send a request to our bio department in Asylum I think they have a better understanding of this sorta thing.

>>28991207
So, wait I thought all 'birds' and similar lineages and four part mouths? I mean even the Run Motherfucker has a four part mouth and that sounds like a bigger version of these things. What makes them special?

>cliff racers
so fucking what? That's in a video game bad coding isn't going to attack you in on alien world( generall speaking) Also didn't cliff racers fly? These things sound flightless.

Alright ladies and gentlemen this is your favorite Host Boy Sun Son. I got for you tonight we are going to hear the saga of a grudge match between a scaly feathered monstrosity and former Army Ranger beast master/tamer Irwin. Say hello Irwin.

...my name is NOT Irwin, its Steve damn it.

I am sorry Steve its just after that infamous grudge match with monster Star Raptor Rex and you how it ended the Irwin nickname sorta stuck.

Oh just stop calling me Irwin already do you want to hear the story or not?

Okay okay chill out its a pain in the ass getting you on here tonight don't be hating.

So how did this infamous match up start I heard many stories after all?

It all begin with both our packs wiped each other out me and Rex were the only survivors. We both held a grudge blaming the other for our losses. Truth be told I think survivors guilt was eating us both up and we wanted someone to blame. So we blamed the only other thing that was also there. We faced off at multiple times over a long while. A total of 5 first we fought directly two I won second to it won and the fifth is when we both found ourselves down shit creek without a paddle. Of course there were more conflicts then that every time i set up Rex would without fail show up to cause problems.

>>28991293
It sounds like they might be a divergent group that does sorta happen you know. As for Cliff Racers maybe they were that due to the whole racing along cliff faces and not being able to fly? Not after the video game specimen, That sounds more like a vermin complaint man. We are better then the damned /v/ermin now arn't we?

We are on another world lets just stop hating so we can relax, have fun, and most importantly survive baby.

>>28991483
thats a pretty susbstantial hop from basically every other known form of life surrounding it and without little rhyme of reason. Its not like they've been stuck in space Australia they're between the Confed and some of the most populated areas on the planet, and they're the only species(variants etc.) that show that sort of trait.

Its weird is all especially with a half dozen other species all running around including the local birdmen having four mouth parts

So we figured out today why Stanley has been following us around. Earlier this morning before it got too hot out we were tracking down one of the Bendeer(seriously we need a better name for these things) That are found all over the damn place. It'd been bleeding pretty heavy so we made sure to make the second shot count and start doing the Butcher work before anything noticed us.

Now, we've sorts just shoved the fact we've been followed by a giant pink dinosaur. This as it would turn out would come into play. We just finished gutting it when we felt the ground shaking, lo and fucking behold guess who showed up for dinner?

And no, it wasn't your mother. I'm looking at you Ben you asshole. Anyways, Stanley comes charging in at us, we live up to it's name and proceed to run like Motherfuckers. Now for the twist, you're expecting a big epic chase seen with me and stanly staring each other down on some windswept cliff while nubile maidens pine over me and fucking barney aren't you?

Fuck that noise, he just took our meal for the day. Fucker stopped dead in its tracks once it figured we'd gone far enough and started chowing down.

Motherfucking pink dinosaurs stealing my damned dinner. Here's hoping the mossbread isnt bad.

>>28991993
The Mossbread is always bad. People who actually like the stuff are suffering from some kind of Stockholm Syndrome.

>>28992056
I have no idea what you're talking about. Did you know the cooks in the Singing yowler actually gave it flavor finally! Flavor!

Albeit it tastes like worchester sauce effectively....

>>28991993
We follow the sun when it rises and turn our backs as it passes the noon mark. From what we've seen of carvings of the world, there's some sort of barrier on the other side of the plains, a place where the known world ends. To the Builders, it was the end of the world, there's tons of death imagery associated with it.

There's also a city somewhere there, a massive one, flanked by gods and rising from the depths of something. we're banking on it being an OOPART warehouse of some sort as far as we're concerned and would rather find it now and not let it fall into the wrong hands. The problem is we've only got one clue...west.

The Seventh Wavers Guide to The Waves

Hello and welcome to Lenore fellow [Seventh] Wavers. You have survived your first few days in the wilds (presumably) and managed to get through Camp [Abaddon] with your sanity in tact (presumably). I'm sure you have many questions on your mind, but in this chapter of the interactive guide, we will focus on the wave populations and how to identify them.

The First wavers pushed back the wilds and cleared the cities. They died by the thousands making the Confederacy Territories safe(er) for you to travel in and built the basic infrastructure that would support the later waves. They can be identified by their [Post traumatic stress disorder, Depression, Multiple Personality Disorder, Inability to handle being in crowds for long periods of time, Alcoholism, Suicidal behavior and other deep seated psychological issues, bodily scars, the need to carry a weapon at all times and a general hatred of the Sixth House.]

The Second wavers came shortly after and helped build civilization where the First wavers left off. Many guild leaders and other important political figures stem from the Second wave. Second wavers also founded the [Great] Rivercity. City of [Commerce]. Second wavers can be identified by their accomplishments such as [First attempts at fashion, 40K Cult problems, The Mythos, Belief that River City is a great place to live, The roads projects, Letting the Elves become a “thing” and Gathering the Ooparts.]

The Third wave arrived on the scene with a bang, founding the [Great City] of Cadia and founding the Arbites in Kog. Third wavers were a hearty bunch who were put to the test during the First Cadia War that occurred during the fourth wave. Third wavers can be identified by their [Military like order, Dislike of Crime, Combat experience, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Alcoholism.]

>>28992955
Fourth wave arrived in the middle of a war. The senseless hoard of /b/ roamed the land and crashed against the walls of Cadia. Fourth wavers managed to claw out a living even in the chaotic times and brought industry and innovation to the land. Fourth wavers can be identified by [We need more guns, Ships, Building a [REDACTED] and ultimately founding the Mid-waver Moderates.]

Fifth wave arrived and brought much needed color to the land. Arts and crafts were revitalized, fashion became [Sensible] and mass reproduction of literature had began. Fifth wavers can be recognized by [].

Sixth wavers arrived on the cusp of another war with /b/, a senseless and coordinated war. Many new allies joined the Kog Alliance and the Confederation was born. Sixth wavers, in [Retaliation to Common Sense] founded the Sixth House, an organization [Bent antagonizing everyone else for not doing it better]. Sixth Housers can be identified by their [Facial bruises, whining attitude, Fat, Loud Mouths and Getting their shit stolen for being little shits]

We hope this Interactive Guide has helped you learn more about your fellow Lenorians. If you would like to learn more, please connect to Subfolder /LENOREGUIDESv2/ with your browser on your local city network.

>>28992979
So how many waves are crippling alcoholics?

>>28992979
>Sixth Housers can be identified by their [Facial bruises, whining attitude, Fat, Loud Mouths and Getting their shit stolen for being little shits]

>my sides

Though aint ya heard a Sixth waver saved the Salt town! Killed a whole ship of yikings by calling Yowlers down on their asses!

>>28992979
So, Why are yowlers so terrifying they had one in a cage at the camp and it didn't seem that bad.

>>28993319
Than you, my [Friend], need to read the Kog Guide to Yowlers. Available on subfolder /UncertifiedGuides/.

Welcome to the wilds of Lenore! There are many wild and colorful creatures moving about, some edible and some that will eat you. Today we will focus on the Mighty Yowler. This terrible beast is a black six legged serpent that hates you for the sake of hate. We have compiled this guide based on several word for word interviews of Rangers we found in [Various Taverns]. Should you attract the attention of a Yowler, we suggest you should [No Seriously don't go into the jungle] and wait for further assistance from a passing [Ranger] or [Those Faggots with the spears]. Should you find yourself without help and no where to run, we suggest you [No seriously don't go in the fucking jungle alone]. Lastly, should the beast pin you, as a last ditch attempt to survive you should [So I stuffed my arm down its throat and grabbed that dangling thing back there, it's teeth got caught on my tortolo armor and I stabbed it in the skull with my free hand and backup knife]. We hope this guide will help you next time you wander the wilds. Please join our message board at /piratebooty&Newbieguides/ on your local City Network.

>>28993625
that was....helpful.

Um so what's this mossbread stuff everyone that's been here keeps griping over?

>>28987979
no, the Dodder is unique so far but thats only because no one has written differently

>>28993835
Moss bread is a native moss substance that can be prepared and consumed. It stays edible for long periods of time and many use it for prolonged journeys like trade caravans or Ranger missions. It is not, in fact bread, and it does not have wheat or barley in it.

A small bug is known to live in the mossy substance for shelter and is very hard to notice or extract while cooking. Because of this the initial versions of "moss bread" caused psychedelic episodes. The bug, like many other bugs on this world, when consumed was the cause of these episodes.

Cultivation of the moss has improved to where you're less likely to experience trippy light shows, or trying to pet a yowler, but it's not guaranteed. Also, they've gone from flavor, tastes like ass, tastes a little better than ass, to just tastes.

>>28993110
All of us show signs of alcoholism regardless of wave. The Tower does not produce alcohol, but traders, messengers, and the Counciless can be caught drinking to excess when in other cities.

While the traders and messengers may be sloppy drunks from not being accustomed to the spirits of this world, the Counciless can hold her liquor while in public. In private she often drinks herself to sleep.

>>28993625
>those faggots with the spears

who?

Chairman Matthew
Confidential Progress Report: XCOM

Butterroot’s mayor was very happy with the abandoned tunnel we vetted for his OOPART research project. We’ve managed to keep the lid on it pretty well, figuratively and literally. We had the Dwarves construct a large portal that we ended up covering with massive copper reinforced ironwood doors. On top of that we engineered the passage to have a cave-in drop fall with a hidden pair of triggers I personally installed near the entrance of the door. Only the Mayor and I know of their location. We’ve truly spared no expense with these safety measures.

(1/2)

>>28998376

Inside we have carved out several rooms in the surrounding rock and prepared them with ironwood doors, nothing as extensive as the entrance but secure just the same. Half were created near the entrance of the tunnel; these rooms serve as housing. The other half of the rooms were carved deeper in the tunnel and they serve as holding cells. The Holding cell rooms are also equipped with a ‘rocks-fall-everyone-dies’ system. I named the system myself with inspirational help from the archives.

Aside from that we have work areas lighted with several work lamps and we finally figured out how to make copper wiring with the forge room. Not enough for mass production but enough for wiring up a paddle wheel generator and powering the lighting and other systems. Several of the smaller work areas have been laid out in grid format, to conserve lighting resources. There are also larger sized areas sized specifically for Golem disassembly. We have also prepared a section equipped with pulley crane systems and scaffolding for working on the Gigants.

All of the areas are networked together, have older work stations for text entry and basic text entry and calculations, and are setup with video monitoring. We’ve sunk a lot of the resource shipments from ButterRoot Keep into preparing the XCOM project to this level of completion and moving the already accumulating items during the remodel of the tunnel was a bit of a PITA but overall it was completed faster than I had expected.

We’re expecting the Mayor’s family in three weeks for the projected opening of the Mountain Springs Spa. I had that project handed off to Stanely and Elise after the Mayor requested this project have priority. I should be seeing a report on the Spa’s progress soon.
(2/2)

always on page eight when I come back to this darn thread

>>28998386
>mountain springs spa
>spa
we have a spa now? ah yeeeeeeeah

The Behemoth or JoeLizard are one of the larger animals that roam the open lands that /sci/ is found in. Massive animals rivaling our own worlds Saurapods they are believed to be a distant relative to us all things the dragon rat.

Behemoths are a fairly rare sight though their passing is always notable as in their wake they will leave the earth around them gouged and turned over as they dig and rip the sod layer apart feeding not only on the Grass like plants but also the roots themselves.

Behemoths are staggering animals with individuals weighing in close to seventy tons and measuring well over eighty feet in length, they are low to the ground and have a lizard gait, Their forelimbs are well designed to digging and they all regardless of gender sport a modifed 'chin horn' used to dig and root through the sod layers. Behemoths are often a dull umber color though males with their vestigial wings will have brilliant turqoise and emerald markings to attract mates.

>>28968351
So whats most practical?
or atleast what do you plan to start producing as standard? If Butterroot Keep can copy the same weapon it would be for the best, keep the weapon standardized and what not(though Outriders will need a carbine version)

Yolkfly- what we first thought was a peaceful herbivore munching on tree top leaves, was a ruthless eater of eggs. Following it to a chubb nest it used it's Proboscis to break the eggs and drink from them. After looking at the broken eggs it looks like some kind of eggs were left inside them. We later fought it after damaging the wing, it used its Proboscis to break the hand of one of my men, after killing the adult finding the end of the Proboscis had a bone tip, and one adventurer had sneezing fits for the rest of the day when he got some wing scales in his face. We didn't find the form between the eggs and the adult, future study should be noted.

>>29001352
ah the wonders of Lenore truly there is nothing good about this world.

It was only a small settlement, even by /sci/ standards. I would have missed it if I hadn’t stopped seeking shelter in a convenient lee of the foothills. I’d optimistically set out from what the locals called Frankfurt (but other encampments had assured me was only a temporary early season stop over) to try and reach the great Empire of the north. Crossing the forested middle belt of this world many had come to call Lenore gifted me with tale after tale of their martial exploits, and the further north I travelled the more the tales gained a tinge of malice and sheltered whispers of a darker presence that demanded such brutality.

My plan had thusly been to set out early in the winter season when travelling was most auspicious in order to gain a promising start to crossing the wilderness that lay before me and the next major destination of my journey, but alas the /sci/entists were not a worldly people and knew little of the routes and runs they habitually traversed as of the passage of the seasons, and so once past the paths and dells they knew by hand I was working on my own merit, navigational or otherwise.

This proved… ironically counterpoint to my initial optimism as my journey had rapidly bogged down over the months into crossing the unpopulated scree and rock waste I should have expected given all reports of the area. Thus it was I found myself, in the early weeks of spring with the continental rainstorms looming, once again in the proverbial wilderness with little more than my wits and anorak to protect myself against the predations of the wild.

>>29002754
But I digress. He found me before I found him, or rather his pet did. It was an odd creature, and I had seen similar in some of the great coastal cities of the south – little stubby automatons which were well suited to manual labour (if you were found to have the gift of conversing with them) but were otherwise completely incomprehensible and often had odd habits of their own. This one was especially short, and seemed unusually cognizant compared to the other semi-sentient or merely reactive robots I had hitherto encountered.

“You’reaweelousyone.Theboss’lllovetogetalookatyouandnomistakeyoumarkmywordshe’llwanttogetalookatyou.”

The torrent of verbiage ceased for a moment, and I was able to get a look at my unusual assailant from the defensive rut I had somehow dug myself into, as some are wont to do when startled. He was unusually short compared to his southern brethren but much more anthropomorphised for all of that with a bulbous, round nose and bulging ears, wide eyes and a shiny, smooth dome atop it. His limbs were stumpy and gait slightly halting, which led me to think that perhaps his make was not one destined for physical servitude.

>>29002771
“Alright alright, I’m making my way over now.” A faint witch-light that gradually morphed into a portly, greying man with a voice and demeanor that must have once been commanding hailed me from the lip of depression I had taken shelter in. Although it was late afternoon, great clouds had come rolling in from the east coast and what little light was available was rapidly disappearing.

“If you were one of the mountain people, Graygun would have picked it out by now. Northerners don’t come this far south, or at least they didn’t used to. And it’s too early in the year for the trade caravans. You’re not from around here.” He was perceptive, clearly, although given the great wars that had riven my homeland perhaps a little too trusting for my liking.

“That’s right, I’m not. I’m heading north and my business is my own. If you give me shelter, I will repay you in tales from far off lands.” I should have learnt by now that customary greetings such as my people used were unlikely to have penetrated this far north, but his bemused grin allayed my fears of facing another monsoon season without satisfactory shelter.

“My home is not far from here. Not long ago we wouldn’t invite just anyone in, but something tells me things are changing and we’re certainly long overdue for news of the greater world.”

>>29002783
His name turned out to be JG, or at least that’s what he introduced himself as. None of the handful of other surly members of the settlement seemed to refer to each other by name or even talk much; as though they had somehow developed a rudimentary telepathy. There was roughly a dozen in all. A curious mix and match of demographics and appearances, none seemed hardy or hale enough to survive as long out here alone as long as JG claimed they had (by their own reckoning, a little over a year of Earth time or half the duration since the first-wavers among them had Come Over). That first core group had numbered several dozen initially, and to my great surprise they hailed from /g/, who as yet I had heard not even a rumour of.

As one of the agents of the Great Initiative of my people to catalogue and archive all knowledge, there was much lore about our circumstances which we could imply but not yet confirm even through our greatest effort. One of those was the mystery of the placement and distribution of the various boards, the first step of which was locating the centrepoint of their originations. After much talk and poring over crinkly maps which JG had pulled off some shadowy table or dusty bookshelf, I not only managed to fill out great gaps in my own cartographical knowledge but also determine that the /g/ board originated on the far north-eastern coast of the continent, easily a distance of over a thousand kilometres in the metric reckoning!

>>29002980
Curiosity about how his people survived, how they avoided roving warbands from the mountains and every mystery which JG seemed to stir up simply by opening another door in his sprawling residence was put aside by my fascination with his journey. Perhaps one day I will fully recount it for those of you who are interested, but suffice to say it was long, difficult and trying. Although he refuses to confide in me the reason they set off (leading me to believe it must be of great personal significance to him) by journey’s end they would have had barely a quarter of the original party – although supplemented by second/third wavers and various refugees from a brutal war which had gripped the northlands. The tale itself is riveting, covering both treachery and politics as JG and various influential speakers in the group bargain desperately for safe passage, supplies and shelter on their journey. At one point, he lets slip a detail or two which leads me to believe it was some persecution or betrayal that led to this exodus, but he can be notoriously tight lipped which led me to christen him a “cantankerous old man” numerous times over the duration of my stay in his hamlet, which I had now learnt they were referring to as Wafford.

By the time his tale finished, it must have been well past midnight and I was starting to yawn. JG proposed sampling a local beverage he was quite proud of, before we break for the night and I reciprocate the tale tomorrow. I was more than happy to accede, although less so once I had actually tasted what was locally referred to as “alcohol.” It burned on the way down, and I quite (unhappily at the time) informed him it was going to burn on the way up. His reply was typical of the way I remember him, and here I paraphrase; “It’ll come out eventually anyway, but I find as long as it warms you up and sends you to sleep then it does the job.”

>>29002998
Over the next few days, we settled into a routine of exploration and short hikes during the day, then settling down to long hours of talk and the fiery alcohol he was calling “fafnir” in the evening. Although the worsening rains would normally have made the trips unpleasant or difficult at times, JG’s small commune had perfected a method of remaining (reasonably) dry while out and about during these periods through a combination of the rubbery hides of local plants and seeking shelter in the deep and narrow gullies that permeated this part of the foothills. He would show me areas that his fellow compatriots would often go to seek solitude, whilst I would share my knowledge of plant life and survival craft – although clearly here was one who had travelled at least as far as I had so it was clear I had met my match.

Of the little world his group had setup, I have to admit it was in both parts ingenious and cunning. Partially underground and what was aboveground being sheltered behind the large fern-like trees I had seen increasingly often as I travelled north. The plantlife seemed to be mostly interrelated, and although I didn’t make as much a study of it as some of the /sci/entist tribes I had recently passed by, I fancied they shared a common ancestor in the fungi of the Great Forest I had skirted around during the previous leg of my travels. Wafford made great use of it as clothing and a form of tarpaulin employed for all manner of uses – not the least of which was waterproof shelter and a surprisingly sturdy collapsible windmill used to power their few surviving electronic gadgets and provide motive power for a small mill as well as sundry other mechanical devices. It was in the furthest room of a well camouflaged warren that their greatest secrets were eventually revealed to me though.

>>29003258
Graygun was a variant that JG told me one of the local tribes called “gnomes.” Upon remarking that it had little in common with the rosy cheeked, red hatted Irish fellows I was accustomed to back on Earth beyond a passing metallic similarity, JG laughed and told me not to mention that in “his” earshot. Apparently they’re not only sentient, but often quite unafraid to let you know what’s on their mind – unfortunately there was an error in Graygun’s cogitator that meant his thought processes and speech patterns were often desynchronised. To be frank, I wasn’t sure how I willingly passed my time there without perceiving the full extent of the gnome’s wit (as some of the other locals had cheerfully informed me).

That wasn’t the only quirk about him, though. This variant, this “gnome” was a special model built to handle academic duties such as processing and categorising. JG mused to me once that he suspected Graygun was built as a librarian’s assistant that had somehow fallen in with a Cockney circus. This sudden and lurid flash to my home brought a rush of feeling, and we fell silent for a moment. He beckoned to me to follow him though, and expecting another mechanical toy or gadget no doubt hauled over some great distance or bartered via /sci/’s perennial migrations. What I found was a treasure no doubt greater than all his writings and maps and quirks – it was an artedy (which some of you refer to as Ooparts) of unprecedented scale and complexity such as I have never before witnessed or heard tell of in all my time on Lenore.

>>29003278
JG pulled aside several shelves to show a smaller series of machines that had been connected onto the side of what could only be a buried alien structure. He jumped around, telling me about how they had excavated the full dimensions of the object but below this point (he here indicated a “watermarked” line along the base of the object) below which there was just smooth, solid plating of little interest before excitedly getting me up to speed with their efforts to reproduce the machine on a smaller and simpler scale. Although it took several tries, I eventually figured out that it was some form of alien computer, although one with (what appeared to be) a cracked screen and a case that looked as lifeless as Graygun would if his eyes and joints didn’t glow eerily at times.

>>29003471
At this point JG veered off into an explanation of the mathematics of how the processors was simulated, and how they “instructed” it using homemade paper with small holes carefully poked through at certain points. I questioned him at length about what one could “instruct” a computer to do, but from what I could glean this primitive analog they had constructed was barely able to do the most basic of arithmetic, let alone reach the capabilities of our modern computing capabilities (or former capabilities, I guess, unless JG and his crazy friends manage to actually recreate several centuries of development and build a personal computer capable of running Minecraft… or at least solitaire). All this was nothing compared to what JG claimed the alien computer could do though – wild theories containing words like exabyte, teraflop and quantum flowed around me although it was all I could do to (at times) keep a straight face. It seemed part of him was still living in the old world, and despite the years had not yet fully adjusted to the realities of this new one. Recreate the lost technology of our former home? Lost cause, it would be all we could do to capture and preserve our culture and history for future generations to have meaning.

>>29003487
A few days later and a rare break in the weather convinced me it was time to move on. I said my farewells and loaded up with a selection of supplies from their small but carefully cultivated vegetable gardens, then started heading north again. With a reasonably accurate map of the local area and the words of JG to guide me as I retrace part of his journey, I resumed my journey to catalogue the northern reaches of this New World. Of the records I carefully prepare for each cultural, social or geo-political region I pass through however, one of the main areas I always aim to cover from a practical standpoint is the trade goods produced and sought by the people I talk to. Most are simple enough in their needs (whether food, medical supplies or news of the rest of the world) but the only thing JG and his fellow exiles from /g/ sought was a method or device to power their alien computer, some battery that would enable them to begin the long process of unlocking whatever knowledge was contained within it. I wished him luck, although privately I had a feeling I was one of the first outside visitors he had had in a long time that stayed longer than the time it took to unload a wagon or exchange the temperament of the yowlers this season.

The attack by the ykings was nasty but from what I can tell we got off pretty light. The collection of fishing boats off our coast caught sight of them before they'd reached the bay where the shipyard was located. This little amount of warning gave us enough time to prepare for the assault. The two as yet unfinished and unnamed Triremes sitting in the bay were actually moved to block the actual shipyard, to prevent anything from sailing right up and unloading there. Another stroke of luck in our favour was that both the Pirates own ship, the Albatross, and the WTTCs Flagship, the Swan, were sitting in the bay at the time. A day earlier and the Swan would of been away north to Cadia and a day later it would be taking its first voyage north to scout the coasts of /b/.

So when the yking ships struck they had to row their way to the beach under fire from the two ships and their crews, which themselves were able to evade most attempts to board them and repulse the one successful attempt with boarding pikes and crossbows. With the docks blocked off, the ships that did make landfall then had to fight their way up from a beach a distance away from the shipyard. Right under fire from the Repeater Crossbows of a combined force of the Shipyards men and the Company Boyz. It got a little ugly when they closed in but from the looks of things they weren't exactly the yking elite and allthough we did lose some good men and they torched several outlying houses we sent them packing. We would also learn later that a few managed to get into the warehouse with the stores of booze, and make off with all of its contents it. But all in all the losses were minimal and we rebuilt within weeks. With things back in order it should just be a matter of time before the Swan can undertake its expedition north.

The loss of the booze does hurt though.

>>28991483
Our first official match occured when I was out an about its been a few months and at that time Rex caused no less then two avalanches, led 3 rakken flocks at us, drew us in 4 different ambushes, and finally attacked us five different fucking times before we had our first official face off.

...Holy fuck you can't be serious Irwin?

I am serious people fail to realize just how hellishly smart these fuckers are, anyway if you call me Irwin one more time I am going to shoot you.

Ah my apologies.

Our first face off occurred on a high rise that was surprisingly flat. Me and the ones with me on this particular excursion found an area that seemingly was vacant of the usual flier threats and even fogs. So we were checking out this area making sure to send out a force back here again for more in depth exploration. Here however Rex showed up once more at mid day with the sun at its back we got dive bombed. In a flash three of our number was dead and the other two half way there. I myself somehow managed to dodge out of the way.

Thus we faced of Rex with two of my comrades impaled on its feet, one halfway to be swallowed and the others either sent flying off the high rise from a tail swing or simply not moving. He took out an entire squad of some of our best with a single fucking strike. There I felt deep fear as I realized Rex had merely been toying with us, probing at us, learning and watching.

>>29004988
Well this is it! The Swan has set off on the first voyage north of Cadia, alongside the Albatross, crewed by the Pirate and his men. We will be hugging the coast for the most part, both because we hope to map it and because we want to avoid the creatures that are known to lurk in the deeper waters. The plan is to scout out the current state of /b/ and then head further north and see if we can find other boards or people. No more than a three month round trip at most. We allready passing Salt Town, dropping off some much needed supplies for them, wood, iron and food.

Like I said , aside from the knowledge that some yking bint is drinking my wine, we didn't get hurt to bad by their raid. In fact in comparison to the old Lighthouse town, where me, Drew and Becca lived before we bumped in to Lucky, it was nothing.
But Salt Town, well they didnt get off so light. While most of them managed to flee to the jungle, they still lost a lot of people in the fighting and a number of them were dragged off as slaves. About a third of the village got burnt down or trashed as well, and even now, almost a month later, they are still rebuilding. I dont like leaving the place in such a sorry state, but this expedition has been in the make for a while now and its suffered enough delays, additionally we want to be back before the counter attack on Fedoran. The WTTC wont be directly involved but our two ships under construction should be ready to offer support by that time and I dont plan to be on the other side of the continent when that happens. So we need to leave, we plan to stop by the mouth of the Creed to pick stock up on fresh water but after that, but that will be the last time we stand on confederacy soil until we return. God speed to us.

>>29004988
not the Rum!

>>29003501
I'd love to hear more.

>>29003501
>>29010963

JG proved truer to his word than many others in my travels, and the advice and local knowledge I had picked up under his tutelage enabled me to cover large stretches of the wilderness ahead of me in the weeks that followed. Following the reckoning of the stars, I headed north in the mornings when it was drier, and rested in the early evenings under the shadow of the unnamed flora and in the lee of the many small creeks and gullies that made up the adjoining foothills. As the mountains began to pull away to the east, I found myself heading further and further away from any semblance of recognisable landmark, drawn only onwards by the heavens and a long dark ridgeline growing in the distance ahead of me as the days passed. Looking back, I had never thought to ask if JG’s people had a name for the mountain range that bordered their home. The nomadic /sci/ientists I travelled amongst didn’t have a name for it as they never went near it, and the ruins of the great fort in its lower reaches wasn’t about to yield any secrets. I am no archaeologist, but with the fighting and disputes that have been a reality for every board I have yet encountered I have no doubt were the culprit, unless perhaps it was marauding outlaw clans coming down from the distant heights. Certainly there was frequent talk of mysterious strangers appearing out of nowhere and rapidly disappearing back into the lower reaches of the mountains, and rumours that there was a great peoples on the far side of this end of the range. I here make a note that as a proposal for the next leg of my journey, I swing east and south after having visited the northern coasts. This would enable me to have seen the continent end to end (a mighty undertaking few can conceivably claim) and learn more of the apparently prosperous and peaceful people of the eastern shores.
captcha: people geddeni, exactly who I had hoped to meet

Journal Log 63

Three days out of Cypress Grove. We move during the dark and set up the cart camo and sleep during the light hours. We rotate a guard schedule. Potato doesn't much like the dark. Every time we make a stop, he curls up right then and there and takes a nap. Conversely, he's active during the day when we're trying to nap. He keeps trying to eat our camo. It's not edible of course, so he just ends up chewing on it for hours on end. We've had to repair a few pieces as he's managed to suck the paint off a few times.

Anyways, we have sight of some lights in the distance. Possibly a farm or outpost. We're being careful with how loud we speak with each other. Voices carry on the wind for miles. Come sunrise, we'll move a bit closer, set up the camo blind and do some active scouting.

>>29011384
Approaching this new northern range and the weather rapidly started becalming, going through longer and longer dry stretches. I must admit, I never would have had the temerity to venture forth this season (arguably the worst for any traveller, despite beautiful temperatures compared to my old home) had it not been for the over-clothing gifted to me by JG. A combination of raincoat and parasol, they went over my anorak and some kind of oily property inherent to the leaves that made it up kept water well out. I had only to worry about the condition of my boots, but that had been an ever present issue over the previous years and I had little doubt that soon there would be no option but to seek a Lenorean replacement. Yet another part of the old world to be lost, although I shall certainly endeavour to ferry their remains back to my new homeland in the deep south.

I found a small outcropping, a herald of the new range I was now approaching. Scaling it to see if there were any landmarks, I located off to the west what looked like great sections of pastured land but no discernable buildings in sight, with carefully ordered fields and what could potentially even be tilled rows. The vast and machinelike precision of it gave me chills though, and I could see no earthly caretaker so I decided not to take what could likely prove to be a long detour to investigate. My journey, after all, was to primarily learn about the people and their customs, not to develop maps of the areas I travelled through (although that was certainly a nice bonus).

>>29011529
It was when I was on my last day out from the foothills that I saw my first evidence of human settlement. Only a rough campsite with crude fireplace and much trash spread around (but fairly recent) so evidently I had chanced upon a local barbarian tribe. From what I could tell their trail headed south and west, almost the opposite direction I was headed so I decided not to pursue in hope of meeting other locals. Only a few short hours later and I discovered a second group, but they were dressed in rags and carried terrible marks on their bodies. Some were clearly wounds or sores perhaps making them survivors of some horrific plague, but of a few I could clearly determine that the markings were self-inflicted sigils of some occult nature. I hid behind a thick patch of scrub and watched them as they pass, torn between my duty as encyclopedian of the new world and fear of what terrible things humans might have done to each other in the far north. JG certainly hinted as much I decided to let them pass, in hopes that there would be more civilised folk in the days ahead as I entered this mountainous region.

>>29011807
It was not long after entering the foothills that I found such a people, almost as I had found the last settlement – by stumbling into it. Following a ridgeline to gain greater visibility I noticed a weak plume of smoke in the next valley and followed it to discover a small, rustic village with crude wooden huts and a small bubbling creek running through the middle. Some attempt had been made to clear back the ever-present scrub of the middle belt, and there were some open clearings and lighter patches through which I could clearly see people at work washing and tending to herds along the rocky slopes of the valley. My arrival was greeted by some alarm, but I managed to convince them I was friendly after finding someone who spoke cracked English, and indicated that I brought news from afar and wished to find shelter.

The one person who spoke enough English to translate did not seem to be keen for me to stay, and there seemed to be some agreement amongst the others. Listening carefully I was able to isolate a number of eastern European sounding languages, perhaps Slavic in origin (Turkish, Romanian?). They talked of scavengers and raiders who were starting to come from the northern waters in increasing numbers, driven as though by desperation or insanity. Many neighboring settlements had been sacked but as far as I could glean I was just on the fringes of one of the smaller boards, and I could expect more and larger signs of our new civilisation as I progressed north.

>>29011825
Bidding them farewell, I took careful note of their situation and how they had managed to overcome their environment. Not appearing to have the technical skills or ability to master more than the rudimentaries of survival (a trend I would notice increasingly as I traversed the “northern waters”) their crowning achievement appeared to be the cultivation and shepherding of what was likely an already domesticated herbivore. Almost identical to earth sheep in many respects, but six legged they no doubt functioned as a source of wool for clothing and perhaps meat during the culling season (whatever it was in these parts). As I left I was treated to the spectacular image of a small shirtless boy crouched on the creek banks yelping and running excitedly across my path with a horde of equally grubby and destitute children in tow – a small, multi-clawed creature not dissimilar to a skither attached to one of his fingers. In this I am reminded that even amidst poverty and destitution, life will find a way to prosper and flourish.

>>29011909
Within a day I had covered most of the range (which stretched off into the southeast and out of sight) and could gain a clear view of the land ahead due to the elevation – a vast body of water stretched away in front of me of which the southern tip reached up into a series of estuaries which flowed down from the area I was currently traversing. It was at this time that I started seeing travellers semi-frequently, mostly solitary and taciturn individuals (most unlike myself, except perhaps in the first respect) who spoke little and regarded me warily due to my outlandish mid-belt Lenorian coverings and outgoing nature. Whichever board they hailed from, they certainly enjoyed the outdoors – many appearing to be travel stained and worn from long exertions such as I had been through over the past two years.

>>29012100
It was on the edges of the estuary that I found one of the larger settlements mentioned by the outlying settlement. Passing through the last rocky promontories of the foothills I saw evidence that there was once a fairly new settlement here, but largely burnt to the ground with some scattered evidence of fighting. I must be careful, I am clearly entering more populous areas where fighting was sure to be fierce. The dense scrub and rocky ground had mostly flattened out so there was little cover to be had in my approach. Resolving to wait until nightfall to potentially enter unnoticed, I camped that evening in the ruins of the settlement. Eerily, some of the huts turned out to have more of those strange sigils marked into them – some in what could have been dried blood. I left early the next morning, well before light.

>>29012177
Much of the city appeared to be single floor bungalows built on stilts above the muddy flats of the estuary, with some being constructed on rough catamarans or boats in the deeper areas. One of the more interesting examples of architecture I have encountered in my travels certainly, although it has its parallels in old Earth. The city was clearly well populated and sprawling, and I was able to slip in from the drier side of the city underneath one of the larger causeways and haul myself up in what appeared to be a warehousing or fishery district to only a few strange looks by the locals. Over the next few days I stayed quiet and learned much, enough to know that my precautions were perhaps not unfounded. Guards wearing archaic plate or mailed armour were frequent, and often stopped to interrogate people seemingly at random. I found a quiet tavern near the northern shore that would put me up with few questions – after I traded what little of my coinage was left. Not many people were interested in talking to a stranger, but I was able to learn that the city was partially occupied – a great northern Empire comprised primarily of the boards of /k/ and /trv/ had broken a longstanding neutrality and send in forces to ensure a steady tribute of food (fish) to support their wars elsewhere.

>>29011473
Journal Log 64
Part 1

We left the Medic with the Cart and Potato and moved in. It appears to be a farm of some kind. A huge field that stretched on for many acres. It appeared they were growing..Sugar Cane? We split up into groups of two and circled around at a distance while staying hidden in the tall grass and then moved into the fields, staying low. There were slave workers, far too few to adequately work a field this size. There were a few overseers hanging out near the farmhouse, shirtless and fat and doing fuck all. Fedora cultists. I had met up with the other team and we compared notes. Several main buildings, a small stone builder outpost, a shoddy farm house and what I'm guessing are processing or storage houses. I was about to give the signal to return to our cart when we heard a gunshot in the distance. From the direction of the cart. The Fedora cultists clearly heard and gathered up a band of slaves armed with machetes they had been using to cut the Cane while they were armed with what looked like spears and a few pistols and of course their whips. They were going to find out but were moving slowly. We had time to pack up and retreat. We're supposed to be scouting, not engaging in needless combat. But then again we're Rangers aren't we? Oh yes, we most certainly are.

>>29012455
Journal Log 64
Part 2

Bullet conservation. So we opened up with arrows on their backs from the cane field and split back into two groups. There was blood and panic. One Fedoran blindfired his whole magazine into the field and hit nothing. Someone managed to hit him in the mouth with an arrow. I was impressed, even in the chaos of what was happening. The others went down just as fast. They didn't see us until the battle was over. It was less than five minutes. The slaves were in a panic and ran into the fields as fast as they could with their shackles. Six overseers. Two survived. I sent two of my rangers to check on the medic and bring them in. The rest of us began interrogation. This group won this parcel of land and slaves for service in the raping of KityCity. We got what information we could out of them. We did not perform torture, I despise torture. We executed them. The Fedorans are a hat cult, no better than the old 40k cults, just larger. Ranger standing order 5. Do not suffer the cultist to live. They were stripped and burned in a pit. As it turned out, they already had a pit for burning corpses. We managed to capture a few of the panicking slaves. We interrogated them, fed them what we found in the houses, quite possibly more food than they've had in a week. I'm not sure what to do with them. Many of them were in tears and won't stop hugging us. I told them how to reach River City by foot if they wanted to escape to better lands. I don't want them following me around on my expedition. Most are staying here for the night.

>>29012353
I learnt that I had entered the lands of /gif/ and arrived at the city of Teebluff, a quiet and small territory mostly left alone by the northern powerhouse factions thus far which had concentrated in a few large settlements along the southern shores of what I now learned to be a great inland lake, although there were numerous smaller outlying settlements along the southern range and forestlands to the west. I also learnt something of the history and origins of the Empire which are no doubt detailed elsewhere in my collection – but suffice to say they were fighting great crusades in the east and were rapidly clamping down on their holdings around the great lake in an effort to turn what was whispered to be a losing war. Dissent seemed to be censored though, and it was in great alarm that at one point I heard the guards asking for someone of my description, but labelled a “spy” and “dangerous” in countenance to the benign nature of my mission. The travellers in the mountains must have warned of my coming! I had to leave, and soon.

>>29012477
Journal Log 65

As it turned out, what had set off the whole nonsense was that a messenger or scout or something had blundered into our hidden encampment and tried to shoot the Medic who was apparently in the middle of taking a leak and was caught unprepared. Potato saved the day when what the poor guy had thought was a bush suddenly chomped onto his leg and unleashed a torrent of that horrible tortolo stink gas into his face. He fired his pistol into the air and was promptly beheaded. We're all together now in the Cane farm. We have samples. This stuff tastes great. We're still having this slave problem, but in the meantime we're stripping the place for anything useful. One of the slaves mentioned that there is a large wagon that shows up every few weeks to pick up a delivery for the capital. It's due in two days. If they find out what happened to this camp, the enemy will know something is up. If we wait and kill this caravan, then it might take them longer to discover the truth. So we wait. We salvaged some straw fedoras in case anyone comes calling early. In the meantime, we radioed our information back to HQ and set up some defenses. Several slaves gathered in groups and headed off what what I presume is River City. There's the chance that some are going to run back into the arms of the Fedorans and tell them everything. Shit happens though. Now for something interesting. I found a bottle of Watermelon Wine in one of the Fedorans private stock.

>>29012674
That's ominous. Also Fuck yeah the Loyal tortolo! Bet ya no dwarf ever did that!

>>29012533
Oh shit son this doesn't bode well also loving this writing man

Got our first taste of Builder dickery today, We came upon one of the lakes around the region that the sci people mentioned. They dot the region all over the damn place it would seem and are all fairly close enough to make it so water is never a super huge issue for travel.

And I think I know why. Builders did it. we've been walking the perimiter of the lake and have noticed something sorta weird, there's no kelpies. There never have been Kelpies or Kelpie like animals in these waters. Just Fish, lots and lots of fish. And along the banks are tons of the Bread moss colonies just doing their thing.

I'm thinking we know why there's so many lakes, and frankly for some reason it bothers the living shit out of me to know. Either way we're holed up in the ruins of an old Builder keep for the night listening to Stanely serenade us upon the Pink Serengeti.

>>29012674
Journal Log 66

I had my first glass of freshly squeezed sugar cane juice. It's a shame I'm going to burn down this whole farm in a few days. I've got samples for the people back home, but who knows when that will be. We've spent the day interrogating the remaining ex-slaves. We have a general idea of where things are now and some recent events. One of them came up to be in private and announced that they were something called 6th column as if expecting me to know what that was. Turns out it's an organized resistance in the Fedoran lands. Mostly sixth wavers. Causing troubles here too I see. We had a talk. I told him of the Confed. He only knew rumors of the recent battle of Kog. I explained to him about the Confed and what exactly we were doing out here. Probably a bad idea but it doesn't matter. Anyways, it seems we interrupted his deep cover operation by killing everyone. He's returning to a place called Johnathan's Landing and wants us to tag along. Could be a trap. Could be adventure. We'll kick off soon as Operation Burn Everything is over. The operative didn't much like it, saying that the caravan typically has guards. Okay, we can plan around this.

>>29013571
>sixth wave making a mess of things

Sixth wave trait confirmed for upstarts?

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>>29012533
>>29003501
MSPaint map of area hue

>>29013716
I would just call them Assholes, but they aren't all iredeemable.

Plenty of Sixth'ers that have proven themselves to be pretty bro. Best Example is the 6th Waver that saved Salt Town by drawing Yowlers to a /y/king boat. Nearly got himself killed doing it too.

Hm here i am enjoying a drink of Keeper koffee and going over all these reports and maps...I think the ones for the underground I had the cultists try to make up has given me eye cancer and a migraine. Shit its even worse then the jungle maps...I hadn't thought that was possible. At least our Express operations are set up all the way. Well mostly...kinda its well underway at least in Confederate lands,unfortunately I can't do much more until I get the resources being developed back in the homeland. Something involving some very interesting wildlife. Until then we get the old fashion way we would use radio but we have had chatter and reports of it not being 'secure' combine with typical paranoia and lack of resources its something we stay away when it comes to the reports. Of course we now have a radiohead in every group. Each one responsible for a radio and coms in general really. Something new we developed when we finally got a special HQ developed to handle it all. Lovely stuff I look forward to seeing it in action. Until then I got all these reports and plans to go through.

I have to adjust the orders for Northern Operations our guys up there are doing real well. Hell they can even now beatf a full blown horde as long as its not more then just that anyway they'll be fine. All thanks to being known as the only free city around those parts. Real sad if you think about it, but it insures a large flow of people. Too many in fact its...its insane there. The people work hard and fight even harder all trying to survive despite knowing eventually when /b/ moves out in force they'll be flooded and destroyed. Of course I got a plan for that, they were set up to serve as a temporary buffer until we got the /v/ermin set up enough to serve as our northern buffer. I did not however expect the free city of Bloodbowl would cause up there or us staying much longer then expected. Ah well I can't plan for everything though.

>>29013571
Journal Log 67

I feel like a damned raider but it kind of worked. They arrived in the morning, two wagons and what I think were six low ranking Fedoran marines, a load of slaves. They pulled the wagons up to the barn and waited impatiently. We opened the barn doors and met them with salvaged Hats and standing where it was still dark. Two of them fell into our punjipits and we opened fire on the rest while they were still working on what just happened. A few of the freed farm slaves joined in with their machetes. Several slaves died unfortunately. It was pretty messy for the enemy. One of the marines committed suicide rather than be interrogated. The other told us very little so we executed him and the others. Then we burned everything. The house, the barn, the slave house, the fields. Potato was sad to see it go. He was obsessed with the Sugar Cane. He wouldn't eat it but he'd spend hours sniffing it, poking it, occasionally licking it and backing off in confusion. Anyways, we had already salvaged everything we needed. We have a few extra weapons and ammo now, supplementary food supplies. We're heading out immediately, heading for this Johnathan's Landing. The ex-slaves are following us. We can't make them go away without beating them. My little scouting team of 5 has suddenly ballooned into nearly a hundred people. This fucking sucks. What the hell am I going to do with all these people?

>>29014044
Next up is the new block the Western Front(ier). They new the guys on the block too new in fact. They are made up of too many refugees and dissodents from the Empire. Makes them more then a little hostile towards them and then there is the whole warbands and packs crawling all over the damned place. Our warbands are getting a good work out over there and they don't have the refuge of Bloodbowl unlike the north. So while it may not being QUITE so bad that lack makes up for it damn well. Shit, here I thought our roving warbands wouldn't have to be about war and were just meant to get look around/make contact. Good thing we had the 'war' part foremost in mind I highly doubt it would of ended nearly so well otherwise. Worst part is that damn Empire is causing all sorts of havoc I am going to have to divert manpower that was SUPPOSED to get our furthest East set up right but I need to put a lid on the Western Frontier with other types of buggers. We can only process so many of those new guys I mean goddamn we have freshmeat coming in from ALL fucking directions. Hell i heard not even our east is safe from them which warrants more investigation, but I need to handle the West first being anything gets set off.

Well at least we don't have to worry about waves...in exchange for us getting a constant flow. I do severely hope that the popping areas don't get so large as to include the mountains. Cause good lord how the hell are we going to handle poppers in addition to the usual? These goddamned mountains are fucking huge and while we may like the enterior we have been expanding to the outer edge due to certain preasures aka getting our buffers set up. I can't wait till thats finished so we can go back home to our deeper mountains. Unlike on the edge there are no exceptions its all what we know and love. Full of buggers, killer mists, death fogs, unreachable peaks, and nasty fliers. Sweet sweet home...oh god what is WRONG with me? I actually sorta miss it all.

>>29014335
Well with those two parts figured out I guess its time to speak of our other blocks. Aka the East and south as well as Central. Five parts in all. Our east is little known it containing the long ass area that leads to /tg/ and finally the waters. A common place for yiking ships making the way up north for pillaging a favorite of their especially around the peninsula where they don't even have to raid really. All you got to do is be in sight of land and watch the desperate barbarians want out or go past that and trade with the cities of /g/. They dare not reach beyond that though something to do with them lacking a true HQ for their operations around there so its too risky. Its too unstable and they can't find a good safe spot so far for it. The /y/ikings are most common up there is when a new wave is about to hit that way they get them fresh, full of material, and largest number to choose from. Of course their still common even before then its just that is when their at their thickest. After all its an excellent way to get real rich and experience. Very popular among the fresher leaders or those who need some money and are willing to make the long trip.

Finally for out Southern operations we can divide them into two parts unlike all the others. We have the Nightmare Forest and /tg/ land itself. We have had TERRIBLE luck figuring out the forest I can't tell you how many guys we lost to that fucking forest. Almost as bad the underground but at least we get something out of it when we do forest. Anyway with such losses no one thought until recently to try entering NOT entering it from the mountains. Finally some fucking success and holy hell did we feel like goddamn idiots. Turns out our equipment worked obscenely when entering through there and we got some interesting leads on somethings that our men are trying to confirm. To check if it will work from the /tg/ side I ordered some men to enter from different areas, lets just see what is up.

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>>29015159
Our second half the ones in /tg/ is interesting for we would LIKE to have a buffer and then there is the Buggy's request. Problem is the Confed where agreements are less then good. Hopefully we can get some guys freed up from the north to come down and play nice or something. Otherwise we are stuck trying to develop a very thin border buffer zone. Otherwise we have two bases er three bases founded down there. Besides my precious keep including hot springs(tell no one) which serves as my HQ.

We got word from base Jungle a massive complex with towers and walls reaching even above the canopy. This worked wonders to ease our men about the lack of being able to keep an eye on the sky. The other is some sunken city of pyramids and structures in the swamp. Finally we have a hidden alcove coastline base with glass production and clay more. They have just received the starting experts.

Progress on the hot springs
Dr. Elise Haurtun
A while back one of our scouting parties had found a micro valley location in the mountains close to the tower covered in hot springs. We sent out some of Rayltin’s crew to investigate it, no signs of toxic mineral content were found and the specific formation of the area indicated it was a hot rock hot spring. With his go ahead Stanley and I looked into making the area into a spa, Stanley’s research showed a sterile environment in almost every hot spring except for one grouping that we’ve marked off for further study.

We solicited Dr. Kody’s team to design a road system up to the location, with a dual Conestoga pulley system so we could move people and resources quickly. We’ll be upgrading it to a tram system when resources come available but that will probably be a long while off.

My team and I designed the building’s blue prints and oversaw the construction. We decided on with a traditional Japanese shrine style with modern upgrades. Solar panels on the roof, wifi link-back to R-Tower, separated hallways for staff, a well-stocked kitchen, the works. We’re leaving easy access panels for expansion when we eventually get building upgrades. We’ve even managed to convert some of the pools into a mud pit, with the produce from Quinten’s hydroponics project we should even be able to get some beauty services going. It’s not a co-ed spa either unless you’re in the VIP section, but that’s a whole different section of the facility entirely.

We’ve also managed to contain the toxic pools and setup labs adjacent. We’re going to be keeping some of Quinten’s team busy cataloging the different things they find out while investigating why these specific pools are dangerous.

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>>29016497


Overall the grand opening is happening within the month, our town will finally have a communal relaxation place that people can go once they have time off shift, the 16/8 work schedules should mean we only get slammed Saturday through Sunday once we open for the public.

Chairman Matthew asked that we prepare a barebones staff the week before opening for the Mayor of ButterRoot and his family to come visit. It will be a good test run for the /tg/ers that we’ve trained in the art customer service.

We are currently making a document for reference on industry for each city. No longer need you ask, "Does someone grow that?" Or "Can someone make that?"

Unfortunately 4chan won't let me post the in-progress google docs link. So look to the IRC to see it!

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Have spent a long time trying to hash things out with the Rifleman and the Science Guild in Kog, a lot of which has been trying to stop any one person from claiming a god damned patent of all things on what ever we developed.
The first thing that came out was a manner in which to produce rifled barrels, we simply did not want to have our men lining up and getting shot at like in the Napoleonic era on earth.
The discussion went back and forth between the impossibility of producing them with out the right machining tools and a number of bad ideas on how to make them anyways. What we ended up with was a middle ground, rather than modern rifling we decided on a basic two rifling grooves in a barrel, not the most effective but miles better than standard smoothbore weapons.

The method of producing them are actually fairly simple, just a simple machine where a metal barrel is lock in place over a cutting shaft that is pulled through the barrel and slowly rotates, boring two grooves into the barrel not unlike an old brunswick rifle.

The second decision was to use paper cartridges, using the paper production methods of Butterroot Keep and with plans for the Science Guild to look into creating an even better alternatives, the basic gunpowder we can already produce and shaped bullets, we will be able to mass produce the ammunition for the rifles with relative ease in comparison to the actual guns. The only problem will be keeping them dry, but treated leather satchels should keep them dry if the carriers keep this in mind.

Now we just need to come up with an alternative to muzzleloading, some think its fine but others think its not practical in battle. I almost wish I was out dragging more of Da Boyz out of Kogs gutters and sobering them, almost.

native explosive matter with extra matter below which is in paper/cloth sack that will expel the matter outward down the tube. The paper/cloth pack was originally set off with a flintlock and then cannon style with the specially treated lighting thread. The tube itself is made of iron and the stock of wood. Warning its quite heavy.

The charges are based off gunpowder and a native plant that creates a explosive charge to help spread itself.

Tech development for it was odd. For you see we ended up getting ourselves blown up a lot. The native explosive matter was a rather TOO potent even with two separate charges we just ended up blowing up, then oh shit why don't we just you know use TWO different means of explosions?
Now it worked when we used the propellent made of gunpowder which would expel the much primary charge aka grenade. the Problem of causing it to expel without blowing up was our first and largest hang up. After that there was the clunky/heavy problem then just heavy. Followed by the current undergoing revisions.

First edition(outdated)
Heavy, clunky/bulky, and flintlock style. Single Shot

Second edition(current)
Streamlined, Heavy, and used cannon style ignition with special treated cord. Single Shot.

Third Edition(underway)
Projected qualities
percussion cap, improved targeting/projecting, specialized cartridge, and hopefully not single shot or heavy.


WARNING
improper/irregular cleaning of weapon may lead to lethal and or crippling detonation. Unlike muzzleloader which fail to reload it WILL reload...its just upon attempted use it will misfire and BOOM. So please use your cleaning kit regularly as you and your weapon are not easily replaceable.

WARNING
Don't try to use the expulsion sack as a grenade. Only the actual grenade is meant for that with or without the grenade launcher. the sack is just meant to expel.

Warning
Misuse of weapon buggers are not responsible for the consequences.

with sincerity, Bugger Armaments Development

>>29016596
Alright so the end decision was a bit touch and go, some are still worried about if we will be able to produce them en mass for the entirerty of the Confederate army but it was decided that for now we would only need enough to train and assault Fedoran and once the iron works were completed we would have the equipment and people in order to do this.

The concept we decided upon was a bolt action breach loader that will allow the rifle to be fired and loaded from a prone position. The bolt rotates and then slides forward, opening the breach where the cartridge can be slid into the barrel. Then the bolt slides the barrel back, with the cartridge inside and ramming it into place. The bolt is then rotated again and locked into place by the trigger.

For now the plan is to use a flintlock firing mechanism but a few of those present were mentioning the possibility of percussion caps, although we are missing a few of the needed materials for its production. I told them I'd bring it up with the scientists back in the Keep and Resevoir, hopefully they might have an answer. For now though we plan to go forward with this design and for now, and the word is being sent out to prepare for us to begin mass production of the Mars Pattern Rifle. Plans are also being drawn up for a Carbine version for cavalry and ship crews.

Basic Specs of the Mars Pattern Rifle: Bolt action breech loader, basic rifling, paper cartridge, flintlock/capslock firing mechanism.

Now its time to round up the last of Da Boyz and get these plans and our injured back to Butterroot Keep. I wonder what they've been up to while I was gone.

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>>29017883
picture of the bolt action

Holy shit this thing came back.

Are there still dinosaurs?

>>29018006
More or less.

Through a rather unfortunate series of events which I shall not deign to elucidate here, I found myself knee deep in muddy water with small, fishlike creatures nipping at my shins and shouts of anger and bemusement in the distance. What they found funny in the situation I had little inkling at the time, but I was later to find out that my pursuers had somehow fallen into the trap I myself had expected to fall prey to. Perhaps those dispatched to garrison duty on this far corner of the Empire were sent to the fringes for a reason.

>>29018048
But my predicament was dire, and what was worse the far horizon was starting to turn a deep, bruised purple which meant my one ally (the darkness) was soon to be lost. I had to make my move, and fast. I’m glad to remind myself, late at night when my joints creak, that it’s times such as these that I possess a walking stick for, and not because walking is not as easy for me as it used to be. Striking out rapidly I managed to find a more solid patch of mud and propel myself along the shore and away from Teebuff. In this manner I traversed the estuary until I almost submerged myself in the southern tip of the great lake, at which point my pursuers (and indeed the city on stilts that made up my previous stop) was no longer within sight or hearing distance.

Musing on that last chapter of the journey, I much later came to the conclusion that it was the end of one of the easiest legs I had ever travelled – even including the time I went on a sabbatical to visit one of the sumptuous festivals held along the west coast near my homelands, intending the two-fold goal of recording their most prized recipes and sampling said concoctions. I wasn’t sure if I could ever be swayed to think that something with more than four legs could prove edible, but I was proved both wrong and gladly so (but in a way right, considering – perhaps one day you will hear the tale over a roast skither, done southern style. These notherners simply can’t cook shellfish right).

>>29018006
yes there are
we have the Rapedactyl and the Run Motherfucking sitting at the top as the biggest baddest things yet

>>29018130
I travelled east along the banks of the lake, with the setting sun. I managed to procure some manner of small fish which would fulfil my need for protein, and there were pods along the waterfront with thorny, bright stems that proved to contain a brackish (but somehow filling) paste. Understand now that I was going against my initial judgement and breaking with my greater plan – unless I doubled back to the loss of several days (not to mention risk of imprisonment or torture) my plan to visit the eastern coast was no longer viable. By all indications, there was simply too many obstacles in the northlands to break through to the eastern coast, and perhaps with my sinking hopes I discarded any hope I had of visiting some of the marvellous port cities of /g/ I had heard about – where tales had there were wonders to behold the likes of which had not been seen since old Earth – great machines and contraptions that aimed to recreate the electronic and computational mastery we once possessed.

I briefly considered building or obtaining a boat, but I had little enough supplies (surviving as I was day to day) to consider crossing to the far side and avoiding the bulk of the Imperial territories, not to mention the no doubt unfriendly bent of the locals (as I anticipated, but later discovered that was not the case to my regret). So it was that I travelled during the evenings and rested during the day to avoid contact with others – believing myself to be in unfriendly lands. Rumours of conflict abounded, and perhaps in my fancies I considered some unfinished war still raged with a peoples that yet resisted the empire. Indeed, I had heard rumours (or seen signs myself) of refugees or other desperate characters hailing from the distant north all over the middle belt, and my overactive imagination was all too eager to imagine them pursued by terrible monsters the like of which I had seen myself (and learnt to evade, often the unpleasant way).

>>29018209
I passed along the fringes of two settlements large enough to be called cities (or what passed for them in this new world). Each time I shrouded my face and stayed only long enough to barter for supplies or information. Some were happy to share with me tales of a mystical nature about a substance they sought with religious fervour, others were keen to debate me on the nature of success and indeed challenge me to physical contests. A strange and narcissistic people, but in many ways no less so than the myriad others I had encountered on my journeys.

At times I would pass great areas of scuffed ground with huge piles of charred remains. A war had been fought over these lands, and recently. On occasion I would see more of the cultists I had encountered back in the mountains, and on other occasions I would see them being hauled along in bindings like slaves or prisoners of war. In those instances I was carefully to bow my head and appear unassuming, “act casual” as we used to say.

Weapons Planning:

Right now there are three firearm plans listed and queued to become the line weapons of the Confederacy.

The Mars Pattern rifle is a needlegun that takes paper cartridges. It's our first rifle, and likely to see a long, long tour of service. We can produce it without complex machines, which is why it's so useful. Potentially able to kill someone with a modern rifle (if significantly worse than one in every way), easyish to produce ammo for and hopefully reliable. It's dead simple so we hope it will be, even with the constant rains here.

The next rifle will be a simple rifle like the Mars Pattern but will use percussion caps. No developed plans have been made on this, but it's intended that this superior rifle go to our veterans, while the Mars Pattern rifles get handed down to newbies. This means rain is never going to be a factor and it'll be much faster firing.

The third rifle is pure supposition. We can't make machine guns but need a squad support weapon. Provided that we make a Percussion Cap gun and it's a success we can attach a revolver-like frame to it, making it a six-shot gun. This will not be a front line weapon within the next couple of decades, but even a few still have a lot of potential uses. In addition to acting as a squad support weapon it could also be issued to small elite groups of soldiers tasked with breaking enemies armed with modern firearms. Long after our stock of modern percussion caps runs out we'll still have these.

Could we make more than this? Sure. But there's no need to - the tech of surrounding empires is mostly bow and arrow, and this is well beyond that. We're undoubtedly going to be the best armed civilization in the world.

As a side note, we're drawing up designs for a Blunderbuss. While rejected for military use (save some possibilities with our navy) it would be ideal for civilians. The shot is basically just any handful of gravel and black powder, and they're enough to kill a Yowler.

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I have been giving a lot of thought to the "High Elves," AKA, the Last Builders.

They are aliens, and they're primitives. But they know their language - they could teach us much about the ruins, their history, the Etherials, and possibly even augment our military. Let alone their knowledge of simple building techniques we struggle with.

I also noticed their extreme interest in our firearms. I'm quite sure that giving them some would provide an alliance - but at the same time it feels somewhat stupid to give some modernish weapons to warlike aliens.

So I've drawn up a plan based on a decorative weapon from an old book. We're calling it the Thunderhammer. The Smith assures me he can build one. A crude one - but he can make one.

It's basically a hammer in most respects, but the flat smashing portion of the hammer has a row of gun barrels. These function just like a musket. They're not accurate, you can't aim them for shit, and they're slow to load. But they're not really for range.

See, there's a trigger on the hammer, and when you hit it it fires the guns. It's more or less designed to magnify the damage on impact by shooting while you smash.

It's not a very practical weapon for a lot of reasons. But it's an excellent symbolic weapon. The builders will respect a warhammer, since they've made plenty, and they'll love the firepower. A good shooting hit from this thing could down a yowler in one blow. Perfect for their race.

This will be my quiet gesture, meant to gain valuable allies. The Thunderhammer of Mankind.

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The fleet came back with bad news a while ago - we lost! Tragic, but sometimes you piss all over the enemy, and sometimes they piss all over you.

Well I - the Grand High Whizzard, leader of the Whizzard's Guild and inventor of a thousand cruel weapons, have devised some countermeasures to their weapons! Should they dare to enter my magical realm, we will be ready to cross the streams.

We can't produce rifles, but we can produce gunpowder for our cannons. Our slaves just get spears. Wat do? Obviously, we put our gunpowder on our spears! Give the slaves atlatls, and we can throw wave after wave of pissy saltpeter laden spears as far as the eye can see!

Of course we'll keep some long spears back as anti-cavalry weapons. Gotta counter those bird things! That's -10 horse points for you, my boy!

Ah, but that's not all! We'll also put it on our arrows and crossbow bolts! Whizzing down from the sky to explode in their faces - that's the Fedoran way!

We'll give some of these arrows to our one hot air balloon so we can blow up theirs! Well, once we make it. We probably won't be able to make more than one before their counterattack, but they had a great idea! You can stand above the battlefield in one of those and let loose the yellow rain on all the enemy forces!

Last - but not least! We've started making Chu-Ko-Nu so arrows can rain down on their ranks like a tinkling shower. Coated with our newest poison! A combo of extract from the Black Ivy plant that we use to create irritant gas, and which in oil form causes horrible endless itching and burning worse than a day after visiting a cheap Kitycity whore, and Jitterbug juice! Now you can trip while you itch and scream, dawg.

I feel more on fire than the time I invented the Paladin Falls device to execute moralfags!

Just remember kiddies - knowledge is magic, and *I* am the Grand High Whizzard! My magic will rain down all over their faces.

Physical Descriptions Of Fedorans:

King Fedoran: Skinny as a rake with a pube beard. Less muscle than he thinks. Deep voice, but a hint of a lisp. Massively creepy, a "nice guy" of the first order. Holds himself with arrogance and believes it to be self-confidence.

The /d/m: Moderate fit build, handsome and well groomed, creepy as all hell. His stare is made of lecherous and just being around him makes you feel sticky and dirty. Voice like a used car salesman trying to peddle roofie laced candy from the back of a van to starving homeless kids. Extremely persuasive and self confident; a classic jonestownesque cult leader.

Lord John: A fit older man in his 60's with long hair tied back in a ponytail, a well trimmed beard and a definite 'military' feel about him. It doesn't take long in his presence to realize he's completely evil and mentally derailed, however. He's not very socially capable. Stiff, blunt, an odd combination of military authoritativeness in combat and awkward hesitance outside of it.

The Grand High Whizzard: A short, stout, 5ft tall man in a yellow robe and wizard's hat with a cheery, rosy cheeked complexion and who always has a broad smile. He moves with loud, bombastic body language and is always laughing, whether pissing in a slave's face or torturing someone to death. Genuinely happy all the time.

Scorpion Clan Leader Bayushi: Extremely average in every possible respect, with brown hair, brown eyes, average height, average build, and is only distinguished by his somewhat squeaky voice and massive weeabooism. Carries a concealed and poisoned Wakazashi.

Devourer of Children: Once fat but now quite muscular, he resembles a heavily scarred, hairy ogre more than a man. Both in appearance and temperament. Wears only a loincloth, largely by choice.

>>29019631
Ms.Fortune: A tall, physically fit woman in her late 20s. Usually dresses in skimpy and tight fitting clothing showing off a six pack as well as a mess of scars all over her body. Very protective but in a possesive manner, and very prone to holding grudges. Has turned the manipulation of Fedoran men into an art form, something that she passes on to her 'girls'.

Lordy Inquisitor: Where as most people see Ms. Fortunes as the leader of the red light district of KityCity and the owner of the Cats Paw, her secret identity as the Head of the Inquisition dresses in a full body black robe with a set of leather armour underneath. Her face is concealed behind a blank ceramic mask with eye slits and she is good at dropping her voice to that of mans. In this persona she has a greater tendency to violent retaliation.

Minny: A short kind looking girl who has managed to retain a healthy plumpness even through all the hardships of Lenore. Her apparant kindness and friendly demeanor belies a very capable intellect. Incredibly loyal to Ms.Fortune and the source of much of said womans intel.

Inquisitor Irvin: A pale young man of possibly greek descent, Irvins calm and taciturn demeanour acts as a counterpart to Ms. Fortunes more impassioned and active personality. He acts as Ms.Fortunes ruthless second in command. He oversees the jackbooted thugs of the Inquisition and has personally brought in more than a third of the total captured sixth columnists.

>>29013998
pretty sure he died man

bumping

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We finally finished construction on Baron Toms Castle today. Without the need to drag large stone blocks and then carve them to fit, the work went relatively fast. The brick is quick and easy to produce, the mortae only slightly more difficult and the actual process, for the most part, only needs cursory supervivsion from those guys from Bubonicus.

The Castle is one of many of similiarly, but not identicaly, designed castles, that Bubonicus has been helping several of the /B/ordeland baronies to construct and like the others Baron Tom has sworn a mutual alliance with the greater nation. Although in all honestly its more of an oath of fealty than alliance when one side holds all the power. Im not gonna complain though, Bubonicus somehow transformed itself from being the most horrifying place on this planet in to one of the new hopes of /b/. Sure they are brutal and ruthless, and the lower class exists to serve their lords but at least they don't practice slavery and cannibalism like much of western and northern /b/ still does. God its sad how low our standards have sunk.

I will be the first to admit I'm impressed by our achievement, even more so that he thought to dig out a bunker and space to hold the people of the surrounding villages and supplies for a siege, its much more than I would of come to expect from any of the so called 'lords' of the /B/orderlands. But when it comes down to it, I'll still be heading back to live in a tiny mudbrick hovel where I get to make more bricks, while the Lord and his men live in a the claybrick Longhouse at the center of the castle living off all our hard work.
So, yeah, I'm a little bitter. But I suppose this is what I get for posting pics of my dick everyday.

>>29020934
wait so the one good sixth waver we've ever had ended up dying to save the Salt town?

>>29024034
>Implying that there is only one Sixth Waver Hero in the making out there.

>>29024252
fair enough though we've yet to see more than one get off their ass and do something in the Confed

>>29024282
...

To be in the shadow of your fellows, is suffering.

I have the dubious distinction of serving in her ladyships court as chief scholarly advisor of all of Bubonicus. As if that means anything when said Ladyship reigns over a nation of backwards sheeple and muscleheaded thugs. I'd almost consider my talents wasted here if I wasn't entirely certain that these idiots would get themselves killed within months if I left them and I can not in good concience allow that to happen.

Whats that? Suprised to hear of a /b/arbarian with a concience, well get over it. Like you were any better before you dragged your new home out fo the chaos.

My first work here was to transcribe as much of my knowled down on to anything I could get my hands on and codify it into a single text covering every field of medicine that I have personally studied in my 40 years. What I created was a veritable tome, bound with animal sinnew, binding numerous pieces of paper of various origins all with my knowledge, ranging from anatomy, to toxicology, to general practice, put down in my own neat handwriting. Bound right next to medical and dentistry pamphlets, anatomy charts, chemical indexes and even those little help manuals that comes with every first aid kit. Just like the numerous walls beneath the cathedral, covered in the knowledge of all of our combined scholars, but where the walls are scrawled over with no rhyme or reason, this is the most total and well organized, if unsightly, compilation of medical knowledge on this new planet, of this I have no doubt. Ive decided to take after my namesake and christen it the "Canon of Medicine"

Though I doubt any of the idiots here could properly understand it, even the so called 'scholars' are little more than children using their new positions to play with what ever idea or toy comes to their mind. For this reason I picked the brightest I could find amongst the serfs of the local village, young and untainted by societies retardation. They will be my apprentices, my students and my cure for this world.

>>29024754
Sadly though, the work I am likely to be remembered by is not my "Canon of Medicine" nor is it going to be my School of Medicine. It will not be the culmination of my lifes work distilled in to one moment or legacy. No. I will be remembered for the greatest lie I have ever crafted and told.
You see, I will be remembered foremost, as a theologian.

When I was brought to the Cathedral to serve as a scholar I came face to face with a religion so ass backwards and counterproductive I wanted to gouge my own eyes out and swallow my tongue. They followed a religion that saw plague, sickness and poison as a gift of their god and that they should be embraced. Do you know how difficult it is to encourage the study of medicine and health care if everyone sees those things as blasphemy? It was ridiculous.

So even as I worked on crafting my great tome of medicine, I confronted this Lady S'ndra under the pretense of a breakthrough. Once I had my audience I spent three hours outlining and explaining why we needed medicine and proper hygeine. How if we failed to develop these things we would see our people slowly die and fade from this planet, even more so if we went to war with out real methods of treating injuries. To my suprise she agreed, it seems of all this theocracy the only one who recognised its ridiculousness was the head of the church. She explained to me the purpose of the religion, to bind the people of Bubonicus together, give them unifying mode of thought, a god who was seen as paternalistic and caring and also a way of brushing off the numerous deaths due to disease and poor hygeine that would otherwise horribly cripple moral.

But she admitted it wasn't enough, they needed to move passed the dark ages and real medicine would help Bubonicus do that. But to do that people had to see it as being accepted by Nurgle. Medicine had to be seen as a part of Nurgles divine plan and not a rejection of his love.
So thats what I set out to prove.

>>29025029
The first thing I needed to do was inform myself on this Nurgle and what the religion actually represented. It meant I had to use my free time, not working ont he Canon of Medicine, to perform this research and even to one such as me it was a strain.

What I found was that the current worship was based on the idea that he was one of four 'Chaos Gods', from a set of literature back on earth I was unfamiliar with. He was said to be the oldest of the four and possibly the most powerful, but certainly the least hostile towards humans. He was a god of death and decay, of plague and putrification. His touch meant a slow but certain death but also rebirth in a way. Because he also represented the cycle of life and without decay no new life could grow. I was beginning to understand. The religion was moronic do not get me wrong, but I could understand why people had latched on to it. It gave them the belief they were all part of a great cycle and that Nurgles 'gifts' were a sign that he believed you were ready for the next part of the cycle. Whats more nothing, no matter how strong, solid, healthy or permanent something seemed, all eventually succumbed to eventual decay and death. So people could be happy that there was nothing that could be done anyways, death would of come for them anyways.
It was a religion born of desperation and a need for there to be some meaning in the averages persons short and brutal life here. But it was all useless information, these people were happy to pray and cower under the umbrella of helplessness and wallow in the uselessness it encouraged.

But then I found something else, something that would form the basis of my 'theological works' and the reformation I would instigate in the church of Nurgle.

>>29025302
Nurgle was not just the god of decay, death and rebirth, he was also the very representation of mans fear and resistance to these things. He was the divine representation of defiance and perseverance in the face of hopelessness and despair. He is at his very heart, is also the god of survival.
Suddenly I do not dislike this 'chaos god' so much. He represents the refusal to submit and accept the limitations that the world forces on you and it inspired me to write up my new interpretation of the Nurgle religion. The aim was to bring these other concepts to the fore.

At the heart of it Nurgle was recast as a paternal father whose diseases and sicknesses were tests meant to challenge us and force us to overcome, with each sickness we cure and with each disease we overcome we improve the length and quality of our own lives which is what his actual intention is.

Because there is a difference between the acceptance of death as a part of life and simply wasting ones own life. Nurgle wishes for his people to live long and successfull lives, but also wants us to realize that death comes to all life and it isnt to be mourned, it is a part of a cycle that will help to create new life. For those unable to grasp this simple distinction simply envision the 'Circle of life', it needs to be symmetrical in order to work, any life that fails to live to its potential is to short and can warp the circle.

I had the other Scholars with no work of their own to design and build an old gutenburg style printing press. Once it was finished, using tin plates and an ink extracted from some sort of fish, we were able to begin the printing of the first pamphlets of the 'Revelations of Nurgle'. Each of them contains a signet stamp of the Lady S'ndra and as I write my commentaries and interpretations on the worship of nurgle, they have been printed and spread around the land.

Now she wants a Bible. For gods sake, do I really look the person for this job? Im a doctor not a saint.

>>29025617
Saint Avic of the Nurgle religion, has a nice ring to it though.

Actually a form of forb, The twining tree is found dotting the vast grasslands of sci. Twining tree gains its name from the fact that the individual stalks of the plant will 'twine' together like rope to lend rigidity and support to each other. Twining tree is a salmon colored plant and some species can be brilliant pink or a vivid shade of orange. The top of the plant is covered in feather seed heads these are home to many species of birds and a favorite food of some of the grazing animals of the plains.

Twining tree is frequently harvested by /sci/'s people for fire material as the plants stems are often well over a quarter inch thick and can number upwards of several hundred per 'tree' making them an excellent source of tinder in an enviroment often lacking much in the way of usable fire wood. Twining tree fiber is also favoured for perhaps unironically rope as it naturally has a twisted form and can easily be worked into sturdy if rough material.

My Name is Jonah Whitner. I am a 2 Gener of V/land, and a member of Clan /V/agabond. I and my fellow Historians have been pouring over journals, memoirs, dairies, and notes to form a History of the Clans, as well as a general History of the Greater /V/land. My Job specifically was to take that collective work, and condense it into something the average /v/lander will actually want to read.

Not an easy task, I assure you.

So to help facilitate this, I’m going to be drawing explosions and writing down famous video game quotes so as to keep you eyes on the page. Goodie. Never expected that after spending 3 years in college that I would have to resort to bribery to keep people interested in reading THEIR OWN HISTORY. I mean, without that history where would we be now? Sitting on the Northern Coast, Allies with the /vr/, Friends of /vg/, Killer of Swarms?

It’s pointless to even argue this, so I digress.

So, to begin, we will go over a brief history of /v/, so as to give you an idea of why the Clans were formed in the first place.

To start with, for those who did not visit the /v/ board back on Earth, let me make this clear, every rumor you have ever heard about /v/ is most likely true. Everything. A blue /b/ board, full of contridictions, unconstructive to say the least. So, when the literal shit hit the fan and the Aliens( or Gods, though I don’t really see any difference between the two)dropped the entirety of 4chan on this forsaken rock, what did /v/ do?

>>29025991
We self-destructed. We killed for food, for shelter, for ‘clean’ water (Plagas was a major problem during the first year), and games. Yes, in the woods full of alien life, we fought over CD’s and Game Consoles. With the barriers of society gone, everything was permitted, and people ran with it. Out of the Chaos of the First Generation, the Swarms where formed. Groups of like-minded individuals brought together by the need, or in some cases want or hate. These groups would scour the land for food and weapons, attacking both static settlements as well as other Swarms to fill there needs.

Such is their self-destructive nature. This was /v/ for the first 3 Generations, a constant war of survival, fearing for your own life, and doing everything in your power to ensure you would live to see the next day. A dire time for all involved. It is from this mess that the Clans first formed, as a response to the bloodshed. The turned there backs on it, grew sick of the constant violence of it all. They said “No More”.

They were not the first to say “no” to the Swarm way.

They were just the first to get away with it.

>>29026030
I like it

A smaller herbivore found upon the Plains of /sci/ the Jackalope is actually a racing deer cousin though, much smaller than any we see in /tg/ and is about the same size as the Famous jack Rabbits of the Western United states.

small herds of the animals bound and leap through the dense tangles of grasses to feed on young shoots and make burrows to live in. Jackalopes get their name from their distinct way of holding their forelimbs in the air as they bound across the plains giving them the look of having a pair of antlers shooting up from their head. Rabbit like in body shape they sport a compact feathery body that is often a pale pink or in males yellow.

Jackalope meat is something of a delicacy, properly prepared it is actually very akin to Terran Rabbit however this takes a delicate hand and simply fire cooking it will end up with a tough chewy and stringy piece of meat.

>>29026439
as always thoughts?

After passing the same warped looking pyramid for the third time in a row I finally managed to work my way out of what had to be th most insidious looping street in existance. Now I seem to be making progress as I am slowly putting distance between me and the huge central tower that looms over the city.
That filled me with optimism all the way up until I heard the war crys, then I found myself in the middle of a City Tribe turf war. I tried to escape, sneak out around through back alleys and then over walls and rooftops, but the City Tribes know this city and they know how to fight in it. They clambered around obstacles and over walls like naturals, it looked like some form of parkour or something, and I soon had no choice but to hold my ground and fight back.

This is where I was thankful for the training and experience I had gained under the Great Bastard. You see, the City Tribes, though brutal and aggressive, are not terribly terrific fighters and when faced with an ex-Dearth Knigth, they really didnt compare. I managed to lure them into a choke point and force them to come at me two by two, at which point I was cutting them down like wheat. The ancient builder sword I had salvaged from the Bastard, of greater quality by far than any other builder weapon I knew of, cut through any protection the Tribals chose to wear.

The fighting eventually died down and the Tribesmen I had been fighting chose to flee. Minutes later I was surrounded by another group of tribes men, these wearing different colours, and then I was being escorted further north to their 'Hub'. It seems killing a large number of enemy tribals was enough to get me in good with these ones. Not sure how Im feeling about that, the whole reason I had left the south was to avoid pointless fighting over scraps and here I was doin it just the same. I cant help but smile at the sounds of festivities however and I think some a few women are making eyes at me, maybe it wouldnt be bad to have some fun again.

>>29026439
>>29026826
The rains were starting to peter away, by my reckoning we were approaching the end of the second year post origination. With it, temperatures were slowly starting to rise and all manner of smaller animal life (which had presumably spent the season hidden away and breeding) was starting to emerge from various shelters and venture once more into the open plains of northern /SCI/.

As I travelled I was passing near under the eaves of a huge forest. Ever wary of the predators that call the new world home I endeavoured to keep my distance, but remain in sight close enough to gain some insight into the (admittedly) terrifying tales the nomads had told me. Flesh eating fungi, horrific symbiosis between plant and human, some form of unpredictable group of humans exiled under the eaves and hostile to all.

But this turned out to be the least of my concerns (I’ll probably prove myself incorrect in the retelling of that particular incident though). No, it was one of the smaller animals whose population was resurging in the suddenly dry and hospitable conditions. Crossing a small hillock I alighted upon a cluster of trees from which came a low humming. Trained in all manner of woodcraft, my carefully honed skills deduced I had found a hive of wild insects. Some enterprising farmers in my travels had learned ways to “tame” them after the practices of old Earth beekeeping.

>>29027571
Although I’ll spare you the embarrassingly trivial details of how I managed to fool the insects into thinking I was actually an unusual bush, suffice to say I managed to alleviate them of a small quantity of sticky sweet excretion which was similar enough to honey (albeit a deep maroon, in keeping with much of the Lenorean flora). I had just settled down next to a small brook to enjoy my ill-gotten gains when I saw what appeared to be a set of antlers followed by part of a young deer peer at me from over the top of the hillock. Bemused (as I had not yet seen such a parallel from the old Earth animal) I held out my sticky, honey covered fingers to try and entice it closer.

The creature disappeared for a moment, but before I could settle back into my comfortable hollow of mossy earth several more appeared next to it, and hearing a scuffling I turned around to see dozens more of the creatures appearing directly behind and above me, on top of the outcropping I was resting on. This closer inspection enabled me to discern they didn’t actually possess antlers, it was merely a curious arrangement of their forelimbs that made it appear so to the casual observer, and as the more curious approached I noted that they only seemed to raise their forelimbs so when they moved (slow, stately steps more commonly left their forelimbs in the “lowered” or rest position, as I called it).

Enjoying my newfound status as “Caretaker of the wildlife” I smeared a little of the honey onto a nearby rock and stepped back, expecting them to approach cautiously and give it a taste. The ferocity with which the little creatures fought to consume that small sample both appalled and intrigued me, although perhaps it was unsurprising that any animal living in the wilds such as these would not eventually develop a modicum of viciousness and single-mindedness in order to survive. This raised the rather awkward question of how to convince them not to try the same with me.

>>29027595
Two minutes later and the rather late conclusion that I was less a “caretaker” to them and more a “gatekeeper” to something else began to rise in my mind. Sprinting along at top speed with dozens of vicious rabbit creatures in hot pursuit helped keep it at the forefront of my mind, it was all I could do to make the hurried observation that their limbs were indeed raised quite higher than the previous ready position and were bounding up and down quite vigorously. It was only by discarding half of the carefully wrapped horse rations (at least I think it was horse) that I had been gifted in /CM/ which eventually convinced them that there were tastier things than my heels to nip at. With all the attention my legs received (as they could barely reach any higher, even standing fully upright) I was surprised my boots actually made it through the ordeal intact. On the great Glains a certain devil “woman” had tried to convince me to switch over to the padded, strapless moccasins they loved so much, but as a chronicler of our times I must always ensure that any remnant of Earth that was be preserved to remind us of our origins, and what better way than as a (literally) walking reminder? As always, my conclusions from this anecdote are that one should never underestimate the wildlife. Especially the small ones.
captcha: holding ositylea "ositylea" is now the name for bait, especially the sweet candy kind

I've begun the Cull today.

Part of me weeps and part of me laughs at this. The Red light has poisoned the minds of those that are weak willed, the beginnings of Empire will be forged from them as they walk half dreaming through streets of ruin and rebuild them to my designs. The others, of a mind to resist the changes that filter from the Dreamlands walk heads held high to the center of the city where I await, sword in hands.

Two hundred men and women and children fell that day, all within the span of half an hour. None made it from the city center my loyalists, their minds now polluted with the taint of the daemons held them there. They laughed and cajoled them as if this was some Fesitval.

I allowed it to be that night. The Bodies were burned in the city plaza a crackling roaring monster to declare the rebirth of an Empire made from the Blood and Bone of the innocent.

All the while the Daemon laughs.

>>29028522
Um....guys....this cannot be a sign of good things to come for the New Sun Empire, I thought they were suppossed to be not dicks and murdering bastards?

>>29029120
You are thinking of Bastion and to a lesser extent Bubonicus

I wouldnt worry, they have to hit Bubonicus first really if they want to assault /tg/ in peace

>>29029285
I'm from /g/ dude

The distillation of saltpeter and sulfuric acid will result in nitric acid. Luckily he have the mass production of saltpeter due to our gunpowder production and sulfuric acid was simple due to our hot-springs/sulfur mining.

Another delightful method includes using nothing but glass, water, copper, and potassium nitrate. That method however isn't all that efficient but it was one of the first ways we came upon it produces some rather weak nitric acid.

Another is using potassium nitrate, copper, water, tubing, glass and optional to use hydrogen peroxide to increase yield. Finally use a container full of ice combined with water to create a slurry which helps more hydrogen dioxide to dissolve to increase yields. This unlike the other method creates a pure yet still dilute nitric acid better then the other in both ways however.

Be aware one can recycle the copper and aluminum combined with a dead reaction mixture. Keep adding the aluminum until they no longer dissolve. After that filter out the mixture it may be contaminated but it will still work to create more nitric acid.

Finally how to create pure nitric acid? Warning you are going to need proper chemistry equipment for this. You will need pure nitrate salt and a condenser followed by a concentrated sulfuric acid along with a still head, high temp oil bath, and water. The following stuff creates a sulphate salt and nitric acid which will boil forth. The resulting nitric acid is slightly yellow due to contamination but its a very powerful acid compared to what we have created before. This method is only used in Asylum who have the largest concentration of chemistry equipment unlike all the others.

Another way includes mixing water with nitrogen dioxide.
An old school method involves using mercury, saltpeter, and alum.

Unfortunately yields are not the greatest but its better then nothing of course. We use a combo due to glass shortage and until we get pressurized vats.

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>>28992979
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0SDvpJWxZV6

>>29029357
ah well in that case you have the Great City between you and them, one massive city expanse full of crazy urban tribals

>>29029855
that poor poor poor snuggie wearing son of a bitch.

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>>29030339
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1PpAVnUk8X4
Silver lining and all that.

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I fixed the 4chan fantasy setting map
or are we not doing that anymore
well, this is awkward

>>29030759
No, but we always respect our ancestral thread.

>>29030842
I have a description for every board and everything
;_;

>>29030867
Try different thread? As this is sorta planet 4chan and not uh continental 4chan?

>>29030759
heh, black hole for /fur/

>>29030759
Praise be to the first thread most honored ancestor.

>>29030904
i'll flesh it out in a pdf or pastebin then post it as its own thread tomorrow maybe
wish me luck

I'm sitting here watching weird alien ant spiders dig into the stone walls. There's a gnawing sensation in my stomach and the distant memory of food in my mind. I'm alive, but who knows for how much longer. Eventually some asshole will break through the walls, or the guys starving outside will come over them. Or maybe we'll just start eating each other.

All this because I visited a website a couple of times. Took me forever to figure out why I was here - but when I did, I was pissed. We all were! We barely even came to the damn place - the one board I went to was dead when we left, even!

So I was one of the lucky ones. I popped in the City. We called it London. It wasn't bad at first. We found farms inside the walls, all overgrown. They grew little fruits that looked like Candy Corn and were super sweet. We could eat the moss and rose things outside, and these little orange things that grew in the grass.

Then the next wave came, and the next. Suddenly we couldn't take more people in. We had to close the gates. But they kept coming. Assholes kept raiding the island - /y/kings and Fedorans. Christ, how did I end up on this stupid fucking world?

The people just kept coming, and the raids just kept coming. And people found ways to sneak in. The raiders went through the walls a couple of times - we don't know how to defend ourselves from them! They'd burn the fields and farms, and suddenly we were short on food.

People tried leaving - making rafts. Sometimes they weren't very far from shore when giant nightmare whale things just popped up and ate them like a fucking jelly bean. Sometimes they made it. I don't wanna think about what happens there. That's where the Fedorans come from.

So I watch these little things dig into the stone, and I wait to starve or get enslaved and raped. All because I visited a fucking website a few times.

I miss my husband.

>>29031145
It must suck tremendously, especially for people who's only ties to 4chan were a random linked thread image a friend showed them, or an accidental google link while doing a search for something. Now, by complete chance, they're grouped up with the rest of the channers and dropped on some hellhole world.

Because your friend wanted to show you a funny caption pic.

>>29031699
Yarp. And there aref other dead boards out there too. /5/ and /q/ for starter. Fuck even /z/ is out there.

Somewhere.

Cold.

(Hints!)

>>29029514
In all cases these are our crudest means of production of nitric acid Our ways to produce nitric acid by glass is still largely limited and we mostly get stuck with using old school methods. When it comes to glass usage I suggest using the second method if you have a choice but not the proper chemistry equipment. It is superior to the other in all respects if you are able to of course.

Finally for our calcine processes it was not hard to convert our kilns and more to churn out that required processing. Something we have found very vital due to all the things needing that process including our roman concrete(not sure why we have it but many swear it will be useful eventually).

Now what about our percussion caps hm? At the moment we use fulminate of mercury, along with copper(brass is still being pondered), sulphar, charcoal, and chlorate of potash. Old school I know, but the more modern stuff is a pretty closely guarded secret so give us a break.

Medicine wise we have poppy but well they don't grow too well here so the amount we have is limited so strictly used for medical purposes only, but hey we got painkillers. Even better i got news we managed to acquire coca leaf and...hemp. Even better we discovered this interesting reed that makes for interesting paper material. Perfect for our paper cartridges and later on shotgun shells. Plus we managed to figure out this odd tree that when processed creates a lots of usable fibers. Finally a goddamn breakthrough, no longer must we worry about cloth or such.

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Political Adjunct Martha Lowitz

Martha woke with a start, checking her phone for an explanation. Usually it was a message from Chairman Matthew this early in the morning, but this time it was Jolia who had woken her up before her alarm. Grumbling she opened the message. “IT WORKS! (for real this time) We’ll be there tomorrow to pick up our guests, please deliver the Chairman’s Letter. - Jolia”
Rubbing her eyes she got out of her bed at the keep and retrieved the letter Chairman Mathew had her pen last week when the Spa project was nearing completion; then finished getting ready for the day ahead. Thinking to herself that it would be a few hours before the Mayor was available, Martha decided to talk a walk and collect her thoughts on the rapid progress over the past two months.


The ButterRoot College had been completed quickly, and soon after filled with volunteers from the various sciences the Mayor requested be taught. The building had been furnished with the tech that had been brought with the teachers, computers for the professors, projectors for the class rooms, a link back to EMC HQ via the Tower link for Elise’s team to evaluate student performance, the usual.

With the shipment that had brought the teachers a good portion of Jolia’s team had come along to help out with the hot air balloon program they had in the Keep. The crews had helped optimize the manufacturing process, made suggestions on future improvements, and had introduced the Butterrooters to the balsa like wood from the trees in /sci/. It wasn’t as lightweight as balsa but withstood projectile penetration pretty well. They stayed for a few weeks, training on the process of making the balloons and manufacturing the envelopes, baskets, and burners. Learning each step of the process as the ButterRoot crews had performed it.

>>29036570

After they had completed three balloons for the keep they headed back to HQ. Since then they had been working to complete and test project Zephyr and according to this morning’s message they’ve perfected it to Matthew’s standards.

Martha would have been surprised with the speed of their progress but with the Mayor providing the connections to access the ultralight’s engine, as well as supplying the ethanol, butter-root oil, and balloon supplies, it sorta made sense.

It had been difficult smoothing things over, concealing the project from the other cities was no small task. Promising the 3D modeling of the ultralight engine and delivering it, explaining that the ethanol was to be used for dwarves and other industrial applications, requesting the materials to build scouting balloons for Reservoir Town, gathering the “balsa” wood from /sci/. Not to mention the first couple of times they tested it. They almost lost the workshop before getting it back under control.

Seems like it was all worth it, Martha thought to herself and smiled thinking of how much a role she had played in making it all happen.

As she rounded her walk out arriving back at the Tower and climbing the stairs to retrieve the letter she couldn’t help but wonder if they would take her back for a spa day too. She grimaced, probably not. There was too much to keep an eye on here at ButterRoot to be gone for a few days.

Martha retrieved the letter, walked to an audience chamber, and sat to wait for her turn to deliver the letter to the Mayor.

I spent the last few days actually rounding up Da Boyz, I thought the one who had been inducted into the Mythos had been weird but then I found one in a make shift Fursuit at a small tavern full of people in similiar costumes and then another preaching loudly and drunkenly in the middle of one fo the market squares about the great Scale Wolf God Ulric. I know people deal with stress differently, and I still remember my brief stint into madness, but this is getting a little ridiculous. So thank God the rest of them were just in varying states of dishevelment and drunkenness in the many taverns of Kog.

Once they'd all been found them and sobered up they helped get the injured Boyz and Outriders on to the Arvus Greater we had chartered to get us back to Butterroot Keep. Don't think that image will leave any time soon either, rows of men, some with missing limbs, some swathed in bandages, some limping along on crutches and some needing to be brought along on stretchers. The ship weighed down pretty heavily once everyone was on board, and I guess its a good thing the rest of the Scale Wolves had been sent ahead to the Keep with the Outriders in better condition. The trip was mostly uneventful, although we did think we had a Yowler stalking us fromt he tree line, but when it realized we weren't coming near the river bank it seemed to just dissappear back into the jungle. Really it was just a fort night of river travel of which most of my time was spent relearning first aid and helping ot clean injuries and replace bandages. They were all in a stable condition so there wasn't much to worry about them dying ont he trip, the Resevoir Doctors really seemed to know their stuff, but it was still good to be usefull even in such a small way.

Now we are at the water falls and cliffs where the WAAAGH! flows into the Niben, and now we are slowly while the passengers and injured are unloaded and sent up the cliff elevators to where smaller river barges will take them to the Keep.

>>29036994
Besides the rainy season getting started and soaking those of us that didnt fit under the tarp of the river barges, the short trip to the Keep was quick and uneventful. We arrived to some fanfare, friends and family rushed to see if they could find their loved ones while music was being played and a few people even trew flower blossoms up in the air. Space was made and the infirm were rushed to Drew and the infirmary and out of the rain as quickly as possible. The others, those who didnt need further medical treatment and were healthy enough to move under their own power unloaded themselves and were quickly embraced by their loved ones.

Eventually the buzz died down and those left witnessed the second cargo being unloaded, the urns containing the ashes of the dead. The crowd watched on silently as we carried them to the keep where they would stay until the we held the memorial service, probablly ina day or two once everyone was settled again. I had no doubt this would leave everyone in a dark mood for a while but what could I do? There was a very good chance everyone had lost someone they knew down in Kog and everyone was going to be feeling that pain. All I could do was keep pushing forward and ensure we didn't lose as many the next time we fought the Fedorans, or the Ykings or the /b/arbarians or whoever.

Headed straight for the Mayors office, carrying the blueprints and documents detailing the construction of the Mars Pattern Rifle, its bullets and its cartridges. Along with the processes and resources that would be needed to mass produce the things. The documents also held the blueprints to the so called rifle bore, a hand cranked machine intended to drill the rifling down every barrel. I held copies that were to be delivered to Resevoir and I figure we should get them copied by the College as well but it had been some time since I saw the Mayor and I figured he would want the whole story of the Battle of Kog not just hearsay.

Well fuck.

giant Alien dinosaur birds? No fucking problem? Ancient alien ruins? big deal, been there done that. A bunch of guys trying to beat us to death with wooden sex toys?

Yeah, about that. We got ambushed yesterday as we were making out way West. Thing people forget is that grasslands have worse visibility than forests in some places. Lenore's wilds are no different Grass thick as pencils grows here tall enough that we lost sight of Stanley.

And ran smack into a raider trap. They were a small warband from /d/ it would seem. Running from some northern Empire. Frankly I'd have preffered if those yokels up north had made sure to do a more thorough job cleaning up their territories.

anyways, we were attacked in the grass. It's a bit like forest fighting, which we as rangers excel at. So we went too it, Nikolai stabbing into the grass with that crazy fucking estoc like blade while I switched to sword and board, blocking and parrying attacks from what I'm pretty sure was something that was I shit you not a piece of wood carved to look like a yowlers er...yeah, I don't want to finish that sentence as then I'd have to explain how I'd know and there's just some things you don't want to talk about after a day of kicking the shit out of cultists.

>>29038079
To continue, the fight lasted a little over two minutes. And likely would have gone on longer except for one very big reason.

Fucking Stanley.

I shit you not, the just bastard came out of nowhere stomping and howling bloody murder, the /d/eviants there were left(about sixteen of the original thirty) took a look at our big buddy and hightailed it the fuck out of there.

Nikolai seemed please as this, if just because the end of the damn estoc he had kept getting caught in people.

That night we made sure to land a nice fat Ben deer for the big guy. I've no idea what it's thinking, I've no idea if its liable to turn on us, but I'll keep it fat and happy for the time being and pray it isn't just fattening us up.

>>29038219
I love that big pink bastard.

>>29038079
so the giant alien dinosaur is protecting our rangers?

>>29039676
More like protecting a food source.

They're his territory now.

>>29038219
how many of these are fucking around /sci/ anyway?

I was granted a short leave from my posting in Alteria, without any major campaign underway and the raiders in this area mostly mopped up I can afford a few days off.
So I, along with a few of my trusted men from the 1st cohort, escorted the prisoners we had liberated from the last camp to the city of Squat, where they might be more comfortable than in the city that still bears some of the marks of its darker past. We already lost two of the survivors when they commited suicide, not a day after returning to the city. Nightmares and flashbacks aren't uncommon either and its only the patience of the two Medica who volunteered to travel with us, that has kept any more of them from doing the same.

Once we arrived in Squat I had my men commandeer a large building in one of the nicer areas of the city, it was being used as a storage facility at the time but it was practically empty. Now some men might of refused those orders, considering they weren't strictly legal actions and some people might have argued with the building being taken over. But these were men I had fought through every campaign since the conquest of /jp/ with and we were loyal to one and other, they wouldn't question an order like this. Whats more most people are less inclined to argue a point when the transgressors are fully armed legionairs with the mark of the honor guard on their cloaks. So instead they accepted it and relocated their things to another storage facility a little further away.

Once they were out we moved in right away and began setting up a place for the refugees, so that they had a place to stay atleast until they found a place of their own. Using a collection of donations from the 1st cohort, we purchased furniture and supplies for the new place to set it up to be as comfortable as possible. By the time we were moving the refugees in we had already gathered a crowd and we'd attracted the attention of the local garrison commander.

>>29044411
It took some convincing but we finally explained to the Commander that we were setting up a house for those survivors and refugees from the horrors of the /d/eviants and that this was a greater purpose than some storage space that was abundant and free in the city anyways.

In fact Sammy, a /tv/ native who had a trustworthy boyish face and a knack for public speaking, got up and started giving a speech about the plight of the people in /d/ and it was up to us, the good people of the Empire, to help them. It was not enough to defeat the /d/eviants, that was in and of itself a selfish endeavor for protection and land, we also had to extend our hand in aid to these innocent people.

GeT iT? hAnD iN aIdE? hEhEhE!

It seemed to get some popular support and by the end of the exchange the Commander was pretty firmly on our side in the matter. I think if we play our cards right we could make this Carehouse official and get some support from the city. At least I dont have to worry about the place being shut down on a technicality.

YoU mEaN cRiMiNaL cHaRgE

Whatever. Now I need to go face my fiancee, who I might of forgotten to go visit in the last three days since we arrived.

DeAd MaN wAlKiNg

Shut up!

- Shinjiro Aurelius, Centurion of the 1st Cohort

>>29042093
probably a few hundred, they're a keystone species and not as numerous as say, tortolo.

They call me the dead man. they found me laying on the ground, They had hauled away the equipment that I had thought was keeping me alive. when they found, me I was nearly dead.

and now for four years, Ive spent in a cave with these other survivors. Four years I have regained my strength. they fed me, clothed me and all because I was the man who was dead and now lives.

I will find the people that left me to die, and I will get me revenge, but first I must re-enter the land of the living. From this cave called Hades.

>>29046351
..wait a minute. Who the fuck?

>>29046351
Oh Crap...he wasn't dead. THE COMA MAN!!!

>>29046563
The who?

>>29046657
He was a sad story, about some guys finding a guy hooked up to a machine keeping him alive. He was dead, his machines with no power...or at least they thought he was, apparently.

>>29046351
he's gonna count of monte cristo someone isn't it he?

>>29046703
He was buried under the aqueduct. If it's hm, he'd be a first waver. I doubt it's him.

>>29048636
I dunno man, crazy shit has happened.

(that feel when likely the Anon wants it ambiguous)

ATTENTION TO ALL WRITERS

As a result of recent events and power creep, we're considering instituting a new rule for writers.

ONE Ethereal artifact per writer. Not per character; per writer. Period.

No human artifacts. Only Builder Era Artifacts. AKA no plasma rifles.

Additionally, all artifacts will need to be approved in IRC by your peers before adding them to the setting.

Ruins don't count as artifacts. Staves that shoot lasers do. Alchemists (Aka replicators) do.

Dwarves and gnomes are the exception. It's fine to have a small group of those in addition to whatever else you have. It's also acceptable to have a battlesuit or two for a city, in-line with existing designs. But these things are still meant to be rare. No finding stockpiles of 500 of any of them.

Artifacts in violation of these new rules will need to be retconned. Some may get grandfathered in.

If you wish to discuss this please hop onto the IRC.

>>29051206
Addendum:
Due to the way fights have been dragging on recently we ask that writers discuss fights and the results of them in IRC first and summarize them in one or two posts, rather than keeping a single fight going for several threads. That way no one's character is trapped in an endless fight.

Thank you for your understanding.

>>29051206
>>29051247
Rules aren't bad, should make things run a little smoother all in all

>>29051206
I dont see a problem with this, especially since I dont really have an artifact, thumbs up


>>29051247

(Right I'm gonna give a days heads up on the BuilderxElf fight that is supposed to be going on in Fort Typhus, if its still unresolved by tommorow then I'm gonna write a summary from Malus's perspective)

>>29054814
(Expat is taking a break from writing, so you and Survivor will need to hash that out.)

>>29054881
hey now don't go forgetting me, but yeah, good ideas. What all did I miss last night??

Bumps for the bump god.

>>29055845
angry rambling and chaos

>>29058805
Chaos you say?

>>29058824
nono, kayoos

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>>29059055
I like the sound of this 'Kayoss'.

Hey Zarv, been seeing you on the IRC; sorry youve only been on when the chat is dead, there should be some more people on in an hour or so, you should have better luck then

>>29059117
oh god, the rage

>>29059613
…i must have bad luck then.