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>>4095346
Welcome back to Essari. It's been a while.
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Historians from all major civilizations speak of a brief 10 years in Essari's history. It was the decade immediatly after Emra revealed its self, bringing a brief pause in the bloodiest period of history thus far, at a point of potential escalation; and subsequently went silent.

The aftermath of that moment varies.

•In Sujardin, land of the grabrafs...
Records of the Great war were still being compiled, and would be for years to come. The Voltanite and Senate forces won, the Entente Alliance lost and the general population knew about that much. Desperate for resources, strange alliances would be kindled between the states of the "Voltanite Protectorate", in a bid to find, exploit and generate resources to undo the damage to their homes. Suddenly the demand for foreign resources was creating an urgency to reach out to the enigmatic but mercantile Tripods.
<within 24 hours details of the war will come to light.>

•On Foltania...There were Stitchers.
Weary Voltanite colonies would seek to avoid an impossibly large mobilization of a united Stitcher race; The Orthodoxy and Whitestone Empire of the Torray Isles. Their mission was simple; Exterminate the "Dark Elves". The Tripods of Nihiloram would have to choose how they fought for their survival and burgeoning colonies that would finally allow them to compete with their western cousins.

• The trouble with Tripods
The Omir’ten Kingdom was one of two nuclear powers in the world, and in conflict with the other half a world away. Their charisma and political would not assist them with a sudden invasion from a previously insignificant threat. With limited strategic resources, they would have to balance a desire for revenge, political conquest, and defending their holdings.

The nations of Panoram sat with a dilemma. They were at war, but war brought no trade value, and significant risk of loss. The hated Zet warned them of nuclear retaliation should the war against his Zaibatsu continue. At the same time the Voltanites and resource starved grabrafs added in new element...there was potential for foreign mercenaries,and sales. Even past this, there were new lands to colonize before others could, and the rich resources of Panoram to exploit

Within his Zaibatsu, Zet managed a war formed by obsolete dreams, one eye on the ground below, one towards the blackness of the sky above. No action brought profit, only conflict.

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>>4095408

Unrestricted, uncontested waterways resulted in the growth of a global black market. The most expensive item was always information. Roll a 1d8 against choices on the proliferation chart. Remember, no one faction can roll less than 2, or more than 4 dice, and you only have 12 dice. Without certain assets, your results may vary. You can roll multiple times against a particular choice. I will tell you what you've gained based on the context of your factions initial circumstances.

Proliferation chart:

Foreign contacts
Merchant exploration fleet
Informants and spies
Political favors
Local resource exploitation
Black market
Grey Market
Political favors
Military forces

>>4095416
Final notes and events:

Check the threads 6a-6c for factions to play as if you are a newcomer. fun fact, you don't have to roll in an event, but it doesn't cost against your daily allotment. but you can only roll for 4 factions, 1 roll per faction. Faction may only roll for events in regions where they have a presence. So that is 4 rolls per player.

Daily Events:

Region 1:
Grabrafs have wrecked on Jobani's southern shores.

Region 2:
The forest Grabraf of the lands seek to establish their own nation, aiding them could benefit you.
The forest Grabraf of the lands think to make their own country, they forget their place as slaves.
The southern ice fields may hold great value.

Region 3:
A Voltanite trading fleet is seeking audience with all and any.
A Crashed airship floatilla is rumored to be somewhere in the Genisis rainforest.
The northern ice fields may hold great value.

Region 4 (and Nihiloram):
Large leader has been rumored to live. Find him.
A strange submersible ship was found washed ashore.

With that concluded, I am going to bed. I'll respond to rolls and threats in about 10 hours. Fair warning my timezone is UTC+03:00 and my internet isn't always the best.

This sounds way to complicated.

>>4095435
Are you new to the EvoGame threads, or just need some clarification/crash course on what there is to do in this thread?

Btw, I'm the Co-GM/Creator of the Essari EvoGame, so feel free to ask me about anything about the world/setting you may be fuzzy on.

>>4095441
I have played evo before, but never a civ evo. Can you explain what I'm supposed to do and how to do it.

>>4095455
Ah, good to hear you're at least familiar with the core concept. CivEvo is still a WIP in terms of precise rules admittingly, but I've designed most of the core rules for it.
Generally it the responsibility of you and the other players to essentially influence the actions of society via your posts on a culture/nation/race. In this particular thread, the focus/intent by Nongent, the focus of this thread is based around a slower progression of history and therefore a more fine-tuned focus on concepts such as nations forming new alliances/pacts/truces with one another, making contact with other foreign nations in the world of Essari, and in general exploration of events laid out by either myself or Nongent on a semi-daily schedule.

The world itself is in the quasi post-WWI, pre-WWII time period in terms of societal and technological progression by all the aforementioned races if that helps with establishing a frame-set for the world at this time.

As for what a newcomer to the thread should/could attempt in these threads, I would strongly suggest picking a race, or faction and see which one catches your curiosity. If you would like, more information and/or more coordinately communicate with myself or the other players, I would also suggest popping into our Discord Server [https://discord.gg/kk8eJgJ] (not necessary if you don't do Discord though).

Rolled 6, 8, 8, 5, 3, 3, 2, 8, 2, 7, 5, 1 = 58 (12d8)

>>4095346
YESS IT LIIIVES

>>4095346
Rolling for...
1) Choir efforts to proliferate their ideology/religion in the eve of nuclear war
2) Choir efforts to convert believers from other species, as hard as it may be
3) Subter Empire gonna make more rails in Sujardin, connect more lands
4) Subter Empire also trying to make better boats. What if they could make ocean-going trains?
5) In the shadows of the Zaibatsu, a menial worker dreamed of freedom. No masters, no bosses, no kings, no company. How many others share his dream? Will a new faction rise from this?
6) Overall disposition of the Worker's Revolution (working title). Low means peaceful protests, high means they're out for blood.
7) Crystal Orthodoxy now have an abundance of outdated and wrecked mechs from their war with the Whitestones - what do they do with it? Low means they scrap them for resources, high means they found civilian uses for them.
8) Crystal Orthodoxy - how united are they in their newfound crusade against the Dark Elves?
9) Crystal Orthodoxy - relations with the Whitestone in this Dark Elf Crusade
10) Nomad Grabrafs that were saved by the Verdo'ya trying to acclimatize to the new environment. So far there's less deaths from altitude, but how far have they adapted?
11) General Verdo'ya Forest Grabrafs attitude towards the NG they have just rescued
12) A disgruntled NG refugee in Verdo'ya saw how the FGs have lived such carefree lives. Now she seeks to uncover the secret behind FG's immortality... so the NG can have them too. Rolling for initial observations

>>4095408
>The senate won
This means Exherest is under Nekonahu control. Nekonahu, ailing from war, sees its cheese supplies dwindling. Though the precise amounts of this guarantor of the Nekonahu currency is unknown for anybody but the merchant princes and their personal scribes, there is simply not enough resources to ensure the cheese standard, should one merchant prince become ancy and cash in all his money for the cheese it is worth.
So a new venture is set up by the meeting of princes: IOU's should increasingly be given out not for the promise of food in times of need, but for shares in mercantile adventures. The wealth backing Nekanahu currency should be slowly transfered from coming from the vast cellars of Nekonahu palaces to coming from the infinite riches overseas.
>rolling for Nekonahu mercantile expansion

Meanwhile, the Tootine Unity has been served a heavy blow. Sanctions and reperations from outside are weighing heavy on the country, and the religious nature of a large portion of taxes on top of that makes the population, so used to wealth and ease of living, doubt the best intentions of their superiors. Unrest grows.
>Rolling for Factions inside the Unity. Low means discidents, high means loyalist nationalists. In any case, change is afoot.

>>4095756
I hope this deluge of rolls won't be the norm this thread.

Rolled 4, 6 = 10 (2d8)

>>4095860

>>4095860
Just haven't rolled for a very long while, so this is a way to vent all them rolls.

>>4095864
that's fine, I just hope it won't result in everyone doing it. Because it's very overwhelming and difficult to engage with due to the sheer mass.

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>>4095862
>>4095860
>first roll: The boring number.
The effort of the merchat princes nets moderate results: Exherest, even in its bombed out state, is of course an incredible base of operations and brings the expected wealth as now also Orthodoxy trading posts are shipped to, and the Tootine unity is sold goods from there which they would ordinarily produce themselves - were it not for reparations.
Outside of that expected goodness however, not much comes from the princes' efforts outside of Sujardin. All of the hopes of the Nekanahu now rest on the mountain clans of Turzan. Clan Fachir is promised an equal status within Nekonahu, its Clan chiefs becoming party to the Nekonahu banking syndicate, their seals being accepted as Nekonahu currency, and most crucially: any reparations to Nekonahu voided, and to the Voltanites and Sons of Xerho payed by Nekoahu. All they want in return is for Fachir to join Nekonahu and thereby open up its valuable trade route over the mountains. Even religious freedom is guaranteed.

it is a no brainer to the chieftains who see their chance to become the most powerful of the clans as the only ones not having to pay reparations. Not to mention the fact that if Nekonahu went in with military force, after the war, the clans would have little chance to win a conventional altercation.

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>>4095896
pic related should be the borders of Nekonahu if I got that right. don't know if any land gains beyond that have been made.

>>4095860
>>4095862

>second roll: the slightly less, but still quite boring number

The unrest in the Tootine unity is not so strong that it brings down the government. Quite to the contrary, a sizable movement develops in support of the Will of Bootin over the Voice of Hootin and the Fist of Tootin. It might be time, they say, to get serious in their theocracy. Get the high priestess complete control, and she will turn this country around.

A new faction within the Tootine unity, made up mostly of TG, emerges, they call themselves the Monobootinites.

Rolled 3 (1d8)

>>4095416
one more roll for now: After Emra's global radio message, the Whitestone Empire has tightly controlled radio access which has made communication somewhat more difficult. Some weavers are now trying to build a new communication's network using crystal tubes connecting large, building sized computers which should be interpreting the light signals transported by the tube, thereby being able to transport not only messages, but elaborate instructions to the computer's wiring.

>>4095915
For now, it doesn't work.

Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>4095416
I guess I will instead roll for Whitestone exploration of the south pole.

>>4095976
man, all rolls have gone exactly the opposite of what I wanted today :(

A small stitcher fleet of civilian vessels are outfitted to explore to the south of the Torray islands. Since the Empire is completely focused on the Crusade, there is little vetting of captains, little oversight over the ships, and even less support in terms of technological outfitting of the ships. The journey is doomed before it starts.

Thing is, the crew knows this. The crew knows this because it consists of stitchers which have joined this expidition for exactly this reason: That no one is watching.
The ships leave the port and vanish over the horizon. When it does not return for months, the obvious is assumed: The fleet was swallowed by the sea, or froze to death, or was eaten by great monsters. Business continues as usual.

But in reality, nothing of the sort has happened. In fact, the ship hasn't even left the Torray islands. A single stitcher with captain's tattoos steps out from the captain's quarters, the lifeless body of the other half of the captain pair in two of his hands.
"Fellow servants of order!" he clicks, casting aside the corpse of the only person on board who had nto conspired with him before.
"Let us make Large Leader even!" Clicking cheers sound, as [Codename: Electronic Ploulongtail] turns around to plot a course.


Basically, this expedition fleet was hijacked by a stitcher who admires Large Leader but is taken aback by LL's solitary un-evenness. When that stitcher (Electric Poulongtail) lost his own pairmate, he found it his destiny to become Large Leader a pair-mate instead of going into the fields. Now a dozen or so ships are headed to join Large Leader and the polar expedition has ended before it began.


In whitestone territory, the lesson taken is that they need to develop something to shield stitchers from the cold before they try again.

>>4095860
>The senate won
>This means Exherest is under Nekonahu control. Nekonahu...

That isn't the most accurate statement. To explain concisely, the former Exherest lands have been distributed amongst Nekonahu, the Tootine Unity and the Goltona Republic, a new nation forged and led by the remnants of the Exherest people who chose not to abandon their native lands in the midst of the war.

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>>4096014
Hate to post what is a slight spoiler, but here's an updated Post-war political map of Sujardin

>>4096017
>>4096014
consider my posts void then

>>4096017
also, considering this is the state of the present, this seems less a spoiler and more necessary information about the present to do stuff on Sujardin

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Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d8)

Jadjinik and Western Patsuria keep the ball rolling on scientific cooperation. It was already demonstrated that misusing nuclear power can end up making a pretty big explosion; and rocket engines are basically just continuous explosions, so it stands to reason that with some creative exploitation of physics, you could make really, REALLY powerful engines. Certainly powerful enough to reach Zet's near-orbital airships...
>rolling twice because safety first, choosing higher roll

>>4095756
1) 6- Amidst the backdrop of obliteration, the Choir gained unexpected allies in the form of the Rag'ohki who saw the faith as a compatible extension of their own. While not accepting their belieffs wholesale, their comradely was accepted.
2) 8- Of all the races, it was the Verdeya Clans (Verdo’ya); Those who twist their flesh freely were amused at the Choir, and would seek to both aid and test their faith in the coming years with the gifts only they could bring.
3) 8- The Subter Empire would initially enrage the Voltanites with a single minded determination to establish their rails, until the utility of it was made obvious. The rails would dramatically speed up transport of materials from port to ravaged cities, and soon the beginings of crude but powerful logistics were laid down in wood, stone, and steel. The recovery of Sujardin would move faster than expected thanks to the diminutive Subters.
4) 5- Attempts at an aquatic railway were unsuccessful, with several locomotives resting on the ocean floor.
5) 3- The worker was ostricised for being selfish in the face of the family, the clan, and the Zaibatsu. That he forgot his work would benefit all, and bring honor to his house. In a rare moment of forward thinking, a foreman tasked the worker to explore the nature of the world; visit the RTs, Cockies, and Voltanites, learn of their ways. (plot hook offered.)
6) 3- The workers protest were low key, and with the recent "exodus" of the unnamed leader, many re-considered their station in life, and why they were so quick to adopt foreign ideas.
7) 2- The mechs were white, and tainted with whitestone's madness, they would be scrapped. By being painted new colors, and put into work. With a fresh coat of paint, it was obvious they had been recycled into scrap and something more useful.
8) 8- The Orthodoxy has concluded that the dark elves must be killed not only in this land, but all lands. Death to the dark elves, now and forever.
9) 2- The orthodoxy felt strained relations over the radical idea of symmetry and stitcher ideals only applying to stitchers, a slowly growing sentiment within the whitestone empire.
10) 7- The NGs have adapted, or more accuratly, they have been adapted. The FGs of this island view their subjects as kin, considering they have spliced in FG genetic material into all of them. There was word of a "greater harmony" based off new ideals.
11) 5- The NG were...not attuned yet, not yet understanding how to really be in touch with Emra. That is likely why the great braffberg had grown quiet. They could be shown the way, and they would be. All grabraf...are grabraf. All are children of Emra, all are one with the...Choir.
12) 1- His ignorance manifested as hostility towards the FG way of life, and communion with Emra, declearing it incorrect. The FG's, weary of explaining, decided to show him; to show them all.

Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>4096050
SUCCESS! Well... Sorta success. The engine performed beautifully, surpassing the wildest expectations. The pilot's bone structure... not so much. Having died from the insane acceleration after the launch, the tripod has rather irresponsibly left the vessel on autopilot. Fortunately, the plane's aerodynamic characteristics were enough to keep it on-track for a few thousand kilometers, after which point it finally ran out of fuel and crashed in
>1- House Sandstone's backyard on Foltania
>2- Brouldia
>3- Nihiloram
>4- the North Pole
>5- Moralve
>6- Sujardin
>7- wrapped right around the planet and ended up back on Panoram
>8- the middle of Zet's airship fleet

>>4096018
>>4096017
>>4095904
The Monobootinites were spread throughout the cities of the TGs, determined in their cause, with, and without, and within state. It was possible they could rally the bearers of the old faith and those legendary figures still living...
(plothook given)
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Thus far no one has chosen to gain risk or reward on the daily event:
>>4095426


*Any player can self resolve rolls, or wait for a GM to resolve their rolls and attempt to create story for them. A GM may modifiy results if they dont meet the needs.

Dice are 1d8.

1 is a critical failure
2 is a major failure
3 is a major failure
4 is a minor failure
5 is a minor failure
6 is a minor success
7 is a major success
8 is a critical succes

A critical or major failure represents a dead end for that effort, it can be retold as another effort, but add some thought.

Minor failures can be re-roled on, as we dont always give up and sponsors of ideas will continue to fund or support them. You get up to three times before it is considered a minor success through force of will, provided it does not subvert another faction.. (no political artificial success)

Success is flat in it's description.

>>4096066
1> I BET THE DARK ELVES DID THIS!

The attack was more than enough to enrage the Orthodoxy, now more than ever, they were sure this crusade was correct. as it always was. The Dark elves were so fearful they began their attack early!

The heretical machine would have been promptly eaten and destroyed, or destroyed and eaten from any other homes, but the Brainy stitchers of House Sandstone were thoughtful, and fresh off a bender of snort sand. Yes. They would examine this...device.

Roll a 1d8 too see what a stitcher will see.

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Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d8)

>>4096084
This must be... a culinary implement! YEESSSSSS! Surely this is a next-generation grill, designed to phase Stitcher-made grills from the market! Not so fast, dark elves! We will build a BETTER GRILL! WITH BLACKJACK! AND HOOKERS!

Seeing this degree of idiocy from their own kind, the Sandstone Stitchers think of a field unrelated to food. They think of the mind. Of the thoughts that make up the individual, of the choices that lead the stitcher to be who he is today. Truly, to know your enemy, you must first know yourself. Only then will you know from what metaphorical side and with what kind of metaphorical stone it is best to flog one who is obsessed with grills beyond any measure.
>first roll is stitchers figuring out what the object is, second roll is developing new technology: psychology

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>4096099
It is decided that there is a time for everything, and this is not a time for pondering on the inner workings of stitcherkind; this is a time to just throw that cunt in the big flamey grill-thingy and see what happens. Hopefully he breaks his neck and dies. Fuck that guy.
Maybe they'll be up for some brain studies after this whole crashed jet shebang is figured out, though.
>rerolling psychology

>>4096099
The new grill technology was...spicy. Stitchers do not well understand radioactivity, and several Sandstone members died horrific deaths. Of all the things to survive the impact and be of use was the crude logic gate and switch set up for auto pilot.

In time this technology would reduce the need for massive crews inside stitcher machinery, and bore a concerning resemblance to reports of Taskforce Calcite's "foreign machine." before it was purified.

Psychology descended into egotistical oneupsmanship, with stitchers trying to sport profound quotes and obscure parables. It...mostly annoyed the Orthodoxy, but their boon of the new technology gave them forgiveness.

Rolled 7 (1d8)

Knowing that Emra can, theoretically, monitor their every single broadcast and has the brainpower to keep track of it all just doesn't sit right with the Cocky Tripods, especially given how big of a role radio plays in both their culture and their military. So to protect themselves from Emra's watchful gaze, they have started work on "AA node blinders" - faraday cages by another name.

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d8)

The trip to Nihiloram has been taking much longer than anticipated, and the Stitcher fleets are beginning to run out of power. While on Torray the plentiful AA nodes provided ample and easily available charge, in the middle of the ocean there is no such luxury. Threatened with their entire force turning into worthless hunks of crystal before even reaching enemy territory, alternative means of generating energy are being explored...
>roll for ship-mounted hydroelectric dams for Orthodoxy
>roll for fishing up local sealife and burning it in internal combustion engines for whitestone

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Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d8)

>>4095346
https://yuki.la/qst/2334618#p2364315

The Tripods in the Zet Zaibatsu held cities west of Shatturne’s southern mountain range were shook. One week ago it had been a clear, sunny day; pouchy tails chirping in the air. Then out of nowhere the world had come crashing down; The bombardments had begun. All along the south-western Zaibatsu province’s coast the artillery pieces of Omir’ten’s 1st and 2nd fleet brought buildings low and lives crumbling. The two cities too far inland to be reached by cannon fire, was not spared the Omir’ten fury, instead having rockets flung their way. In the cities civilians and guild-members both where wondering, ‘where was the Zet Zaibatsu fleet?’

On this tenth dawn, signalling the beginning of a second week, a message in broken Shatturnese was sent out across the airways: “Surrender. Zaibatsu-belongers hand over. Families be spared.”

To the north, the 3rd fleet was supporting ground forces as they made land-flight. The plan was to fly the 3rd fleet’s airships to Northern lakes and from there launch continuous ramjet flier air raids on the Zaibatsu holdings.

> Rolling for the surrender of the south-west Zaibatsu cities. Lower score means drawn out guerilla warfare begins as the locals, armed mainly with small arms face off against the Omir’ten forces making landfall.
>Rolling for the first push against Zaibatsu’s Northern province.

>>4096054
>Just a quick note. The Verdo'ya Isles are known more recently in my records as the Reido'ya Isles since that's more phonetic to the Grabrafian tongue. It's up to you guys of course if you prefer the former name.

The Subter Empire's Trans-Sujardin Railroad would become one the marvels of Grabrafian Engineering, with it completion 5-years from now. In this time, the Subter Empire would also share the knowledge with the other Grabrafian nations so that they too could build and maintain the railways within their own countries.
>Tech - Steam Train/Cart Railway known by all TG, PG & Voltanites.

>>4096050
The Jadijinik and Western Patsurian co-cooperation in the creation of their first rocket engines they had learned that now they could most certainly reach the heights that Zet Zaibatsu had long lorded over the other Tripods. They had also established that more fine-tuned control would be necessary though better wield the awesome power of these rocket engines. The Red-Throat scientists would rack their brains on as how to best approach this, with the most quick-witted turning their sights to bettering the aerodynamics of their existing airship fleet. Perhaps the answered would lie in this new generation of ships.
>Tech Roll for Flight now open (Must roll a 6 or higher.)

>>4096259
The intuitive efforts between the Orthodoxy and Whitestone Engineers would be slow-going and ultimately for naught by the time results could be made. The Orthodoxy were the more fortunate, their weavers being able to produce crude hydro-electric engines; but their power output would be meager at best and came a great cost to their now finite cryst resources. The Whitestone would face greater struggles, as even the internal combustion engines of their cryst machines could burn the flesh and even bone of some organisms, the dense blubber of the Greater Bahawa that were most hunted and turned into a crude fuel source would cake the inner-mechanisms of the engines that would subsequently breakdown, or in worse-cases, explode.

At a certain point, reality had set in for many of the Stitcher Fleet in their stagnating voyage to Nihiloram. Hundreds of Stitcher had already perished from accidents during the fleet's vehicle modifications or to the inclement elements of open ocean. Fervor to purge the Dark Elves was still strong within many, but an equal number of Stitcher now wished to simply turn back to the safety of Foltanian shores.

Rolled 3, 3, 1, 1 = 8 (4d8)

>>4096110
see >>4096114
>>4096148
7> the cocky tripods develop the technology to put on radio faraday cages around AA nodes. Each cage represents a large effort and require an individual roll. The first caged node resides deep within the holy territory of their homeland. A symbol, indeed.
>>4096259
While novel, no ideas panned out, though several stitchers of uneven limb were burned as experimental fuel. The potential is there...Thankfully backup sails provided redundancy.
>>4096571
Your reference thread shows the zaibatsu defeated that attack. I will also have to roll in response to your attack. This attack will also provoke Zet into action against your faction.

>daily max of dice per faction is 4.
Retaliation against the invaders.

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Rolled 3, 2, 4, 3, 4, 3 = 19 (6d8)

The Plains Grabraf of Tuzan had faced down the mongrel hordes of invading half-CG and won. But it had been a dearly bought victory. Not one family had gone unaffected.

In truth, all clans knew that the southerners would be back and angrier than ever, but the Tuzan nations were worn from all of the bloodshed. They had not the popular support amongst their peoples nor the resources to get caught in a war against these beings alone once more.

The clans of Tuzan therefore reached to all Nations that would listen, old friends and foes alike. They all knew that the Ostralajans were a problem and the Tuzans had the solution. A final solution.

> A suggestion for an anti-NG pact is sent out to many of the Grabraf nations of Sujardin. High = more successful. Rolling in the following order: Castigar Empire, Sons of Xerho, Tou'ban, Nekonahu, Tootine Unity, Kholeska.

>>4096626
Castigarian Empire - The Castigarian Empire was very welcoming to receiving Tuzan diplomats under friendly terms in almost a century. However, with the Castigarian Empire focusing its efforts to potential exploration and colonization of new lands, coupled with it currently rebuilding its depleted army; the Castigarian host would begrudgingly turn down the offer, although some veteran soldiers would later volunteer to the cause.
Sons of Xerho - Despite the shared kinship between the two PG-states, the embittered years of endless border skirmishes, raids and pillaging done by the Tuzan, especially the more recent year of the Great Sujardin War was more than enough cause for the SoX to hastily decline the offer to aid or an alliance. However, some clever minded chieftains did express interest in exchange for land annexations from the Tuzan themselves. -- Potential Plot Hook
Tou'ban - The Tou'ban were the most eager to join and support their PG-brethren. Unfortunately, their currently weakened state politically and militarily had prevented them from supplying much; but still a single small fleet of a dozen ships and 12,000 troops alongside two dozen Flame Crawlers would be promised in a partnership with the Tuzan.
Nekonahu - The shrewd merchants and diplomats of the Nekonahu would initially express interest in the proposed partnership, however they would later relent on their offer for military aid, mostly due to their currently depleted economic and military state. The Nekonahu would however provide some aid in the form of modern firearms and refined melee implements. A welcomed consolation by the Tuzan Clansman.
Tootine Unity - The Tootine leaders wished to provide aid however possible to their allies of the recent Sujardin War. They knew that were it not for the efforts of the Clansman of the West that pulled the SoX out of the war, the downfall of the Entente Alliance would have been far more swift and devastating. Distance was all that faltered their desires to send full aid, however the PG Chieftains of the Jotun Plains would send aid, with multiple land armies numbering around 80,000 in addition to weaponry, food and armor would make the trek to the Tuzan Highlands.
Kholeskan Alliance - The Kholeskan Alliance would openly greet the wayward diplomats from the Clans of Tuzan. An offer of allegiance with amongst the PG chieftains would be signed, but in truth it would be an agreement in spirit alone. The Kholeskans were like all the other participants of the Great Sujardin War busily rebuilding their economies, their beleaguered armed forces, and their infrastructure. The Kholeskan had greater aspirations though, and they could not afford to focus their resources on events from the other side of the continent.

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>>4096620

>Moderate success

In the south the Omir’ten forces quickly capture and occupy Nochai. Being situated on the coast, it had seen most of the shelling from the Omir’ten navy. The majority of the civilian populace lay down their arms, but guildmembers continue resisting. Fighting continues for a few weeks as the guild-members left in the city make strikes only to disappear amongst the general populace. The fighting in the streets of Nochai gets less frequent as the guild-members start to pull out, opting instead to join the brethren in the defensive lines that had now formed.

The Omir’ten airships had continued south from Nochai, quickly moving over the sparsely populated countryside only to grind to a halt north of Zetsand. The most populous city in the province, it had been able to bring forth both more tripods and defensive weaponry, such as anti-air guns, than its sister city. The resistance offered by Nochai had given the southern region a chance to set up defensive lines, the very lines that now held the Cocky tripods back.

Meanwhile near Zaibur a smaller part of the Omir’ten airships had closed in, but they had been unable to find any purchase. The Zaibur locals where prepared and the hilly and forested terrain offered a perfect countermeasure to the Cocky flotilla. After having brought down one of the Cocky airships, the Omir’ten force had opted pull back and wait for the forces south to reinforce them. Skirmishing occurred along the border, but with neither side taking any major casualties.

>cont.

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d8)

>>4098365
> Moderate Success

To the north the 3rd fleet had faired somewhat better than the 1st and 2nd . Their blitz across land had taken the city of Sheto unaware. Before they knew it, the airships had surrounded the city. Less resistance was offered here, as the Zaibatsu had already seen it as more tactically advantageous to quietly pull out ahead of time and dig themselves in and around Aratsu and Batsu. Both being situated in mountainous regions, the hilly terrain made the two more easy to defend.

Nothing had been heard from Zaibatsu Zets Airforces. It started to seem as if he had left them to fend for themselves, a strategical sacrifice in order to win in the long game.

In both provinces the Omir’ten forces continued their push.

> Rolling for fighting down south
>Rolling for fighting up north.

>>4096620
>>4096571
5vs3 6vs3

The south western cities of the Zaibatsu were taken unaware by the attack, somehow the bulk of Omir’ten’s naval forces had arrived on the Zaibatsu's own territory. Fire bloomed out from factory-apartments and raw chemical components burned in exotic colors. However the city was fortified, and under their blaring horns promising salvation, began a grueling cityfight between the local militia backed by the civilian population, and the Omir’ten's marines.

6 vs 3, w 2 nat 1s.

The daring attack to claim the northern lakes worked well enough, the Zaibatsu knew they were there, but the airship assigned to defense of this territory were older models. The targeting equipment of their bombs and guns were...archaic, and dropping tactical nukes so close to their own populations was unacceptable at this point. Attempts to close the gap and get closer resulted in the unexpected. The airships drew low enough to be targeted by the spritly ramjet powered fighters to down the Tzark'on and Mazkon. Volatile helium cells ruptured one by one, wreathing the metal scaffolding of the rigid bodies in flames as the plummeted into the lake below.
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>>4095426

resolving unrolled daily events:
1: The grabrafs were just voltanites who were escorted back to their regional holding with a request for aid against the Omir’ten invaders.
2: The local purestrain FG population begins to carve out a small city state, neither helped nor hindered, and no one investigated the southern ice fields except for small boats of nomad grabrafs, and they seem nonplussed by whatever they found.
3.Ignored, the voltanites continue their voyage to their holdings in region 1, only to discover an attack under way. Being too small of a fleet they avoid the conflict to meet with local leadership.
4. Large leader remains at....large.

Rolled 7, 6, 5, 5, 5, 1, 8, 7 = 44 (8d8)

>>4098366
determining NPC rolls. please stand by.

>>4098423

NPC rolls.
Voltanite Empire:
7- Finding unity- Multiple leaders of the senate knew the peace on Sujardin was fragile. Fragile beyond belief, and if they were to create an identity that could be rallied around; it would have to be soon. Something near universal, the Nomad Grabrafs who had continued their genocidal crusade against the TGs were just that...a catalyst. The Sumpter empire railed against the ethics of what was proposed, but in the end a bitter resolve was cast toward a conclusion; they would fall, to bind the whole.

6- Building relations- The voltanites would send emissaries to the combined crusade fleet, not in offer of martial support but with cheeses, and metals perceived to be the most tasty, and in the nude of course. The deft move to include an albino CG in the delegation went over well enough with the forces of the whitestones, who's view of the Voltanites moved from kill on site, to will kill after dark elves. a marked improvement.

5- Attempts to secure nuclear weapons from the Zaibatsu have failed, given the current political climate. At best they were gifted surplus "spent" fuel, depleted as it was, there may be use of it. The material was harder and heavier than anything they had previously known.

5- Refloating sunken naval vessels would dramatically speed up rebuilding the fleet and maintaining local soverignty, but without Stitcher salvage crews the effort would require locally developing the technology and know how. In the end the voltanites settled for what was closest to the shores. In time the "risen fleet" would become a second tier force of older or obsolete ships not yet ready for scrapping.

>>4098366
Zaibatsu vs Kingdom
5- Nochai turned its industrial production against the Cocky tripods, workers and families donning contingency gas filtration vests (tripods breath through their chests), and spherical eye caps.The factories turned to spewing corrosive, painful and certainly toxic irritants day and night. The CT's physical stature over the BTs was mitigated, but their presence was not. Most of the defenders were not warriors, the local militia badly depleted.
1- The Zaibatsu was not well equipped to fight a defensive battle on it's own territory, and without weapons of mass destruction, or stand off ranged combat, they took significant losses daily. To make matter worse the fresh breezes off the lake served to negate any attempt at polluting the air bad enough to slow down the Cockies. If rumors were to be true, certain conquered towns may already have gained genetic pollution.

8- its nukes.
7- its more nukes.

>>4098461
Daily Events: any faction present in a region can roll for its outcome. First come first serve, the rolls do not count against your daily total of 12.

Global: Meteor shower, roll to see what rains in from above.

Global: Global super cell, seasonal rain and winds are coming.

Global: Icebegs, great chunks of ice have broken off from the poles, how will it impact trade and is there any benefit to be had of it?

Global: High voltage, AA nodes have begun visibly arcing with electricity once a day. Whats going on?

Global: Tremors, the ground is shaking periodically, with no real damage done yet, but no known source.

Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d8)

>>4098584
>>4096620
The king of Omir'ten looked upon the monolithic frame of the AA Binder. Stretching more than a kilometer wide and standing at a somewhat humbler, but still rather impressive 40 meters tall, the dome stood proudly in the city of Ti'ras.
While admiring this wonder of the world is in and of itself a worthwhile goal, today was not a day for simple sightseeing. While thankfully the bound Node's isn't acting up like it's brethren(a fact that scientists are eager to study, as it is sure to shed light on the method by which Nodes communicate), the tremors that have been plaguing the populace for the last few weeks are especially strong near the Binder, and theories are circulating that they are somehow related to the Node. The only way to be sure would be to begin excavations around it, and that is a difficult thing to do when the thing you're digging up is surrounded by busy streets and hundreds of homes. Although perhaps, this very excavation could have some infrastructural potential...
>Rolling for figuring out the source of the tremors
>Rolling for making a metro system unde--
>>4098461
The thought is cut short as the AA Binder erupts into blaze. And so does the Node inside it. And so does most of the city around it, too.

>Rolling for how bad the nukes kick in, first roll is coverage and second roll is damage

>>4099350
Things are pretty fucking bad over in Nihiloram; about half the continent is on fire right now, and Ti'ras, along with the surrounding cities, has been reduced to irradiated rubble; it would take decades to rebuild the city to it's former glory. The silver lining is that the Zaibatsu seems to have focused on the center of the continent, so most of the peripheral cities, including most of the kingdom's ports and some of it's production centers, have gotten off with just minor damage.
Oh, and they took care of the AA node problem too! The node can't spy on you if the node has been reduced to an unrecognizable pile of ash, as they say!

>>4099350
>>4099354
I'm gonna be putting an official pause on this event string until I can properly ascertain some quantitative elements, and information from my Co-GMs.

Please carry on citizens of EvoGame Essari

>>4099361
>tfw you shoot so many nukes that it lags the god's servers and he has to go and bugfix

Rolled 8, 8, 1 = 17 (3d8)

>>4098584
Icebergs have very often been getting washed up near Panoram's shore for the past month or so, so a small expedition has been sent to the northern pole to ascertain the nature of this phenomenon.
>rolling for Redthroats sending an expedition to the north pole and for figuring out what's going on with the icebergs(only if first roll is a success)

>>4098584
Meanwhile, on the Torray Islands, food has been falling from the sky! What joy!
>rolling for meteorites

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Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d8)

>>4099350
>>4099354

--World Event: Opening Pandora's Box Part 1 of 2--

This story begins on sunny autumn morning in bustling R&D District of Ti'ras, one the most populous cities in all of Essari, numbering with just over 3 million Cocky Tripods. These proud citizens of the Omir'ten Capital were immersed in their monotony heading to work, studying for exams, or just generally lost in their thoughts and daily lives. In millisecond of time, a ball of plasma hotter than the Sun appears and grows to over 2.5 kilometers across. For those within this sphere of nuclear fire, they were the lucky ones, their lives ended in a flash, with nearly no suffering or knowledge of what had even happened; turned to carbon dust along with nearly everything else within that sphere of plasma. Those outside of the epicenter that had unfortunately witnessed the tsunami of light, were blinded at best, with countless mass caught in the thermal blast and shockwave that extends over 20 kilometers, all but decimating the Omir'ten Capital that had stood for over 4000 years. This story would repeat in 4 other major cities, the architects of this impenitent act being the High Altitude Zaibatsu Fleet that watched on in awe as the ashen mushroom-like clouds rose just shy of their observation canopies.

They had taken a costly gamble, being unable to abate the Omir'ten Invasion of Shatturne without the aid of their Airship Fleet, however this crescendo of an act would be the Zet Zaibatsu's ultimatum to not just the hostile factions opposing them, but the world itself. If the other Tripod factions would not bow now, Zet himself knew that the with Pandora's Box now open to the world of the terrifying power of Nuclear Fire, they would at least know well that he could strike at any of them, despite their best defenses.

Yet, the worst may be yet to come, as a great deal of information regarding the whereabouts of key military officials, chief scientists, engineers, the Omir'ten royalty and the clairvoyant seers of the Cocky Tripod were unknown at the time of their attack. Furthermore, the Zet Zaibatsu was not aware of the concept of nuclear fallout, with both factors standing be a boon for either party at this time.

>Two Rolls. First is for how many key figures to the Omir'ten Kingdom were in Ti'ras or the bombed cities (8 Being none, and 1 being 90% of all key figures). Second roll is for wind direction and the subsequent drift of the Nuclear Fallout.

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>>4100148
--World Event: Opening Pandora's Box Part 2 of 2--

Not but an hour would past before the first of tens of thousands of traumatized Omir'ten citizens would emerge from the rubble of the once great city of Ti'ras. Many are blind, deafened, with burns or other severe injuries. These unlucky few to have lived through the horror of the nuclear attack, would gaze to the grey skies as an awful black rain begins to fall. The invisibile, malicious, silent horror of radiation takes it turn. Every breath carries poison to the lungs of the Tripods, one unlike anything their physiology or decades of study could prepare them for. An overwhelming majority exposed to this would perish, however one great hope from the most unlikely of sources to the CT. It called out to those Tripods who would listen utilizing what still barely functional radio equipment remained. It's voice was unknown, yet familiar as it repeated it's simple request, or perhaps a plea to the distraught survivors that heard it.

*Gather under my shade. I will do what I can to protect you from the storm...*

Those Omir'ten that heard the eldritch voice gazed to the skies once more, as they saw the watchful eye's of AA-Node surrounded by the warped, blackened metal of its faraday cage, it's body burned, cauterized and blackened with ash; yet it still stood unbridled over it's domain.

It would be several weeks before the small contingent of the Zet Zaibatsu fleet left in high altitude observation of the Omir'ten Kingdom could aptly conclude their analysis on the Nuclear Strikes effect on the the CT. The winds carried a noxious black rain, and its radioactive fallout to southwest into the Oudeisa Bank, killing some 200,000 thousand of acute radiation sickness over the 6-8 weeks, along with countless hundreds of thousands in the subsequent years. This death toll would be added to an estimated 1,561,400 million CT lost in the cities, and another 3,043,220 injured and likely to perish in the coming years. Over 90% of Ti'ras was demolished, with similar levels of destruction seen in the other bombed cities. Additionally, the bountiful Lake Ti'Folt that crested along Ti'ras was now poisoned for decades to come, and much of its manufacturing district was decimated beyond repair. A satisfactory success indeed.

The ruling King of the Omir'ten had along with his queen and a few other key officials and architects were killed in the attack. Fortunately, the seers of Omir'ten, along with most of its generals, key advisors and the long groomed successor to the throne lived, having fortunately been in other regions in the Kingdom when the bombs dropped.

Hope still glimmered on the horizon for the Omir'ten Kingdom, but it's scars and embittered memory of the attack would remain forever.

>>4099454
>Icebergs have very often been getting washed up near Panoram's shore for the past month or so, so a small expedition has been sent to the northern pole to ascertain the nature of this phenomenon.

Many Red-Throats of the Bebin Isles and the Panoramic Sea Islands would be befuddled by the discovery of these rogue icebergs washing a shore near their isles. Found within the core of a great many of these was a slither of what was undoubtedly thought to be an AA-Node. How such a creature could live within a center of an iceberg was a mystery far beyond the RT's grasp of biology at this time. So a research expedition was subsequently assembled and launched off from the Bebing Isles in the hopes of finding the source of these rogue icebergs and mapping out the location of the geographic north pole.

When the expedition finally reached the impassable glacial walls surrounding the north pole, what they had seen defied their expectation. Atop this massive cathedral of ice, laid an immeasurably massive organism thought to have perished to science in the long distant past. Yet, here on the northernmost face of Essari, thought to stretches for hundreds if not a thousand kilometers across, with dense, ice-covered tendrils over a kilometer in width that dipped into the icy seas beneath laid a creature once lost to time: Braffberg Borealis.

>Meanwhile, on the Torray Islands, food has been falling from the sky! What joy!

What had been spurred on by many whom sighted it as a potential smorgasbord of delicious food falling from the heaven, turned into a tedious task many Stitcher grew an impatient of quickly. Most of the meteorite debris that broke through the atmosphere ended up crashing either deep in the still mostly unexplored forests of the Torray Islands, or sunk to seafloor, leading a smattering of generally disorganized marine salvage operations that did illicit as much bounty as originally thought. In response to some misplaced fury over the overselling of the acclaimed bounty from the skies, some of the Stitcher whom had originally spotted the meteor shower were put to death.

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Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>4095919

While, united under a common cause, a vary peace had been established between the Whitestones and the Orthodoxy, still communication and intermingling between the two sides was forbidden. Not that such a rule was at this point necessary. A century cultural reinforcement in combination with naturally inborn Stitcher instinct meant that neither side had any urge to do so. The idea of southerner to venture into Orthodoxy colonies or a Northerners trading with the Whitestones was looked upon in disgust by both in the north and south of Torray. Perhaps on of the only exceptions was the interaction that occurred between the Matriarch-patriarch and equivalents coordinating the force that was on its way towards the home of the Dark Elf (Omi’tolt). The union of north and south that the Evening (The Stitcher equivalent of a Jihad, Crusade or Ordeal) had become meant that it was not uncommon for Stitchers of northern and southern houses to occasionally intermingle – for example to trade slabs or crystgrass sustenance between each other. This interaction had the curious case of becoming the main way of information exchange between the two factions back home.

Weavers in the Azurite colonies, having become Orthodoxy’s factory of EM Hopper tanks and the computers necessary in order for modern Stitcher combat tech to function, through interchange with their colleagues in the Empire (through the front mentioned above) had received data on the development of network tech. The idea creating a large scale network light-speaking computers wasn’t an alien idea to them, in fact much of Orthodoxy computer tech and computers integrated light and used electricity mainly to power light emitting diodes and electro-reactive crystal membranes which hindered or let light passed depending on if current passed through them.

Thus the Azurites of the Orthodoxy would too make an attempt at developing this networking technology and if it succeeded, in the interest of Stitcherness, share it with Stitcher-kind.

> Rolling for Networking

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>>4100801

>Success

At first the Weavers experienced roadblocks in developing the technology. The traditional optical strands used in their computers, specifically made for carrying light signals was too hard and fragile to be put to use. The strain that the weight of the necessary data lines and constant expansion and contraction of the lines put on the strands simply put on too much strain, snapping them. The weavers found the solution in adding in Soumalainen enzymes into their optical strings - the very same enzymes used in their crystoriums in order to make simple, molded pieces.

Large tunnel networks with crystal hubstructures, made to host the network computers, was quickly being assembled. At first in the orthodoxy, but it wasn't long before the tech had spread to the south as well.

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Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d8)

>>4100806

The Evening was marching north across Foltania. A sight to behold; the force had Stitchers and combat tech from all across Torray. Hopper tanks and Walkers could bee seen stomping along the front of the line, their sides guarded by the uniform C.O. Hopper-bots and the more erratic W.E. mechs.

However, something was occurring within the force. Each night, when the Stitchers had made camp, some Stitchers would make their way to the outskirts of Camp. At first it had mainly been a few stitchers of House Sandstone doing this, but the crowd had started growing. Now even members of the W.E. and other houses of the C.O. could be seen leaving their house-tents at night.

At the outskirts of camp a pair ofStitchers would sit. Their looks strange even for being Sandstonites – their physique taller and more toned than what was common. Here they would spend the nights preaching to those who would listen and answering questions of any who would ask. Canon that both Riithists and Orthodox held as true would be cited, their histories retold and insights and interpretations of the facts would be given by the orators, ideas that the Stitchers in the crowd had never considered before.

> Rolling for the influence of the two strangers from I’eek on the Stitcher Evening.
> Tech roll: Rolling for DNCs

>>4098584
The Zaibatsu, the Kingdom. and the States.

1. Nochai's continued occupation by the Omir'ten forces wore on its defenders, Respitory vests and protective equipment was gradually captured by the soldiers and key factory fortresses began to fall one by one. The bulk of the slow airship fleet of the Zaibatsu was unlikely to arrive in time.

2. Along the lake fronts, the Omir'ten had entreched themselves so thoroughly that crude forward posts gradually transformed into timber and stone structures. The local population was put to work, their caste system mentality lead to their obedience of superiors. In a bold move, this new area would gain an Omir'ten name. (please provide a name for this location)

3. By now, news of the nuclear strike upon the capitol of Omir'ten had been heard around the world. Zet's subsequent demand was simple, and broadcasted across all radio frequencies. A strongly suggested cessation of hostility towards the Zaibatsu. All who continued would learn first hand what the Omir'ten now knew was possible. All in compliance will meet for plans to rebuild and continue trade.

>players can state their choice, factions that do not respond will be part of a roll to determine if they are on board with the plan or not, and what actions they take.

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4100828
>>4100232
While it had turned into a stalemate down south, the Omir’ten armed forces had seen much success up north. Aratsu had fallen, the guild-members who had decided to continue the fighting had fled up into the northern mountain ranges, from there launching raids and biding their time. To the east, the Omir’ten forces had reached Batsu. The Omir’ten, opting to holding their airships out of range from any AA turrets in the center of the city, had begun advancing on the ground. Skirmishing had begun in the western outer suburbs.

A new order had started to establish itself in the north. Blood-throats in the region who originally didn’t completely see eye to eye with the goals of the Zaibatsu had revealed themselves to the Omir’ten. They became the figureheads of the Sedai Protectorate.
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Zhae’Liy Ti'rase, Crown prince of Ti’ras, had been in the Rag’ohki Colonies when the bombs fell. Well, not crown prince any longer. King Zhae’Liy Ti'rase, first of his name, was now alone. Truly alone. It was in the middle of the night that the attendants woke him up and brought the news to him. The understanding of which brought Zhae’Liy into another coughing fit. Once it ended he told them all to get out, servants and military advisers both. He looked down on into his bloody handkerchief. ‘what to do, what to do’. Zhae’Liy stood at a crossroads. His decision here would affect all tripods in some way for generations to come.
>Rolling for decision 1 means first steps towards armistice and peace. 2 means doubling down on hostilities.

Background of Zhae’Liy Ti'rase from last thread:
>Although he had survived, his body had become disfigured, covered by scarred tissue, and his health suffered as a result of exposure to the radiation. Daily he had to take salehtite infused painkillers to dull the pain from the damage it had done to his body’s nervous system. On good days he would cough blood, on bad days he would scream for his attendants and family to end him and for God to take him; yet he continued to live. Many were those he blamed for what had happened to him, both living and dead: he blamed his father for supporting the academy, his brothers for their amused smiles whenever they met (Behind his back referring to him as "The Cripple" all while knowing he would know of it), Al’Bert for his hubris in trying to play God, and he blamed God. He blamed God, all-knowing and all-powerful according to the Omi’rentist oracles, for not preventing it, for not healing him, for dooming him to his fate. Seeking answers, he found them with the Cult of Tao. Many would they be who would one day come to bleed because of this event shaping one Cocky Tripod's life.

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>>4100861
The loss of Ti’ras had been a heavy toll to pay. Too heavy. Zhae’Liy Ti'rase decided that too many lives and resources was being spent in this conflict. Resources and lives that could be better put to use elsewhere. The king and his advisers assessed the situation. In the long run this war was bound to end in the defeat of the Zaibatsu. The Zaibatsu’s high-flying ships required more upkeep than regular non-pressurized vessels did and it needed constant resupplying in order to keep the tripods of the large fleet fed and loyal. The siege of Shatturne had cut them of from much of their supply sources on that continent. Likewise, had the hostilities with the Tripods in Panoram left them cut off from resupplying there. The What was left was their holdings in Brouldia and Jobani as well as trade with the Voltanite empire. In the long run, this simply wasn’t enough. Not with the Panoramians (e.g. the Jadijinese) in the long run being able to use their resources and population advantage from the delicate balance that now existed into a landslide that would crush them.

The issue was the damage that the Zaibatsu would cause before that eventual surrender came. How many cities would see ruin? And in turn, how much blood on their hands would the Cocky Tripods, always seeking the moral high-ground, be able to justify in turn using their God-killers (Nukes) on their enemy?

A declaration was sent out across the airways. It spoke of the ability of all tripods to reason, the ability of all tripods to empathize with one-another, and the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. It also included Omir’ten’s terms for peace, which consisted of four main points, which were also repeated in the missive containing official terms that was sent to the Zaibatsu.

1. Omir’ten is to pull out of Shatturne, returning the occupied lands, and the warfare is to end.
2. The Sedai protectorate, recognized as the three cities of Zet Zaibatsu Shatturne North, is to be recognized as an independent sovereign state under Omir’ten’s protection.
3. Zet Zaibatsu Shatturne West is to become a demilitarized zone. This meaning that the Zaibatsu are forbidden from creating more nuclear arms or chemical weapons there.
4. In order to make sure that the Zaibatsu follows the third point, an international overseeing organization is to be established – reporting openly to all tripod nations.

> A classified section was also included in the missive, which was left out of Omir’ten’s public announcement, for the Zaibatsu’s eyes only. A DM has been sent to the Zaibatsu’s main player, for their eye only.

The demands were clear. Accept them all points or see a continuance of the hostilities.

Rolled 6, 8, 7 = 21 (3d8)

>>4096692
The sun was high in the sky. Today would be the beginning of the end. Today the Nomad menace find that they were not welcome. Today the Plains Grabraf attacked. There was an truth as old as Sujardin itself and the Nomads would come to know it. The verdant fields of the motherland belonged to the Plains Grabraf. The war of reclamation (extermination) had begun.


>The Tou’ban and Tootine Plain Grabraf forces attack from the south, making landfall at the coast of Ostralaja.

> The Clans of Tuzan attack from Nagach in a crescent motion, hoping to cut off Northern Ostralaja from the south. Divide and Conquer.

>Rolling for specialized tech. Fachir long range (sniper) rifles

Rolled 2, 7, 7, 8, 5 = 29 (5d8)

>>4101082
rolling defense for NGs (x2), rolling NG ability to scavenge battlefield tech (x1)
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Around those late night campfires, far from the other stitchers, rumors and stories of old efforts surfaced. Ideas old, and deemed unworthy of the time, were now reexamined from many collective angles. Emra provided them with much, power was one, but if their reach was just further, they could touch the rest of the world. and kill all darkelves.

Rolling for the crusade's development of: (x2 in sequence of story)
piezoelectric membranes, Thermoelectric Thermopiles. By screeching at the membrane, kinetic energy is transformed into electrical current! The same, a Thermopile allows heat, such as that from burning a dark elf, or any lesser creature, to be converted into electricity!

The world was a blessed place, full of food and full of fuel.

>>4100955
Zet sipped at salehtite infused tea. The concoction had been used by his kind for generations, too strong and it would kill you too fast. In the right dosages though, it seemed to boost the healthier components of the botanical selected, breaking them down. No doubt, as sure as it impacted the plant, autopsies on elder tripods who were of enough stature to consume the beverage showed unpleasant internal changes. The pain killing aspect worked by simply burning away most nerve endings, and youthful vigor returned by aggressive conversion of fat, essential or otherwise, into vital chemicals. Bones and tusks would harden into a near crystalline state, and slowly calcify the flesh near them, killing the marrow within. Finally hormones would be impacted, turning into mildly toxic analogues of themselves, turning into long acting neurological antagonists.

Slithering back and fourth over grated steel, he looked out over the blackness of space, turning an agitated eye to the ground below. No, not long now, the tea would keep him vital, functional longer than normal, but it would also end him. Maybe 5, 10 years at best. The end was always the same, metabolic failure, a withered husk full of organs near dry rotted. The Zaibatsu's demands were high for all of it's members.

On a small table behind him were counter points to the missive from the Omir'ten...from Zhae’Liy Ti'rase.

1. The war will end. Omir'ten will not leave Shatturne where they have embedded, the sectors are already polluted (culturally and genetically), manpower is needed there. The occupying forces will remain in place and integrate into the local population. They will form part of the strategic buffer.

2. This line item is fully acknowledged with the following requirements; The Zaibatsu will retain a strategic fleet over Omir'ten holdings, and report what is observed to both the Zaibatsu and Kingdom.

3. This line item is accepted with the stipulation that nuclear weapons made by the Zaibatsu or Omir'ten Kingdom, are made in pairs, with each nation receiving one, that nuclear developments are mutually shared.

4. This line item is accepted with the understanding that all hostilites by other tripod nations will cease, and on the stipulation that no nation will interfere with Zaibatsu's external trading (see: Voltanite Empire).
Zaibatsu requirements addendum

5. Industrial standardization and key technology transfer.
*below is a massive ledger indicating formats, dimensions, methodology, logistiics and management for material goods in regards to Industrial application, more than a demand, it is the best aspects of the Zaibatsu's industrial process*
*It also outlines requirements for commonality in consumable parts with regards to industrial and military applications, ammunition standardization*

6. Cultural and genetic traditions of the Zaibatsu will have no external tampering, be it through coercion, subterfuge, hostility or other means.

>>4101082
>>4101301
The Fachir rifles were a welcomed development. Instead of a complicated weapon, it was breach loaded with a massive cartridge as long as a PG's forearm. The initial charge was very soft on recoil, just enough to spin it out the barrel where a moment later multistage rockets would accelerate it faster and faster, until only the depleted uranium tip was left. Most PG's would opt to carry the projectiles in a quiver, or bundled at their lower backs like arrows.
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The NG were apt enough at scavenging battlefield weaponry, and disseminated the knowledge quickly. Not only were small arms useful to them, but so were larger machines of war. Though they could not replicate the machines or crewed guns, they could use them until they were exhausted of fuel,or broke down. Though often it required a driver, a pedal operator, and a third NG to view out of a viewing slit. they were quite small after all.
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piezoelectric membranes were a massive success, and surprisingly easy to make. Stitchers could enjoy harvesting energy from marching, sailing, or simply screeching. While it was not a lot of power, it was very convenient power, and would impact their methods of war.
Termopiles exist, but are...unimpressive. They work, but they add weight, and stitcher technology does not generate a tremendous amount of heat, so at best they work as base support items, where fire exists.

Daily Events: Mandatory Fun.

These events are targeted at specific factions or regions

Voltanites: Rumors of an abandoned stitcher complex exist, somewhere out in the western reaches of the ocean around the Torray isles, the base may be salvageable, or have curios worth finding. Submarines would be needed, thankfully an old enemy has a small fleet.
Roll for: Negotiations, finding the place safely, what you find, and what you get.

Denui Island (NG): The southern pole has been of concern, as the local waters have been covered in slushy ice and great icebergs as of late, and the coastal lines seem to be receding. Ancient lore offer no instance of this happening. It must be investigated.
Roll for: Getting to the south pole, and finding out the truth.

Stitcher Crusade: Sightings of foreign designed Stitcher bots are rampant, whats worse, there are allegations of them flying. See to this!
Roll for: Finding the unknown forces, and killing them.

Moralve: There was a migration boom to a new land, one without the horrors of the past. The Voltanites would use their refloated fleet ships to aid in settlement operations.
roll for: number of migrants, diversity of migrants, and starting resources.

Panoram: The Bloodthroats and Cocky tripods had always valued the Redthroats of Panoram as a prize, children to be guided, or even as fodder for their machinations. The war had left both sides depleted, and now their trade lanes were weakened, under supplied, and unprotected.
Roll for: Undercutting the Zaibatsu, Undercutting the Kingdom, and disseminating known technology within the nations of Panoram.

>>4100807
Ever since the creation of computers, the Stitchers of Torray had noticed a common problem. When tapping power from the A-Nodes, it was not unusual for noise in the current to cause errors in stored memory and ongoing computations. Milliseconds of power-outage or spikes in power would be the bane of many a Stitcher computationist, ruining hours of work. A solution that through trial and error had early been discovered was to put capacitors between the computer and power source.

However, one day the a pair of Stitchers of House Petalite had come to discover that this noise was not simply noise, but signals; Information being processed by the nodes. Further testing was performed by sending out teams to measure this noise at closely situated A-nodes. What the Petalites discovered was the there were patterns in the noise that occurred at the nodes at nearly the same time. It was theorized that perhaps this was the result of the nodes reacting to changes in weather during a day, A-node metabolism or perhaps it was the A-nodes thoughts…

It was these discoveries that lead to the development of the Digital-to-Node-Converter (DNC). This device (often built into a computer) allowed for the reading of the noise from the nodes, converting it to data that could be read by the computers in something similar to a sandbox environment. While technically this could be used to also send signals, the Stitchers and the computers had yet to break language of the data they were monitoring.

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>>4101760
>>4100806

The strangers, known by the Evening as Riishii’ and Ti’kree, continued to gather attendants to their nightly sermons. They recited the slabs, telling of histories passed, translation and relating the events to the events of present and what moral lessons could be learned from them. When an amusing history was told, they clicked their tongues in approval together with the masses. Likewise, when tales of dark elves was shared, Reee’ee’ee:d and shaked their fists just like their attendants. When it was time for questions even the most cynical and inquisitive Stitchers alike found themselves moved and swayed by the honest, even and insightful answers. It was almost as if the pair knew them just by looking at them. During the gatherings, such was the pair’s grasp on the crowd that one could almost believe it was a single pair sitting there, the other bodies simply extensions of them; Mirrors upon which they themselves for each gathering saw themselves more and more reflected.

“For we ask you all this; Is it not but Stitcher to be a servant to the circumstances of one’s House? Is it not most even to be moved by one’s family; not questioning that which is the will of Stitcher? Like you are moved by your pair, so too in extension it is the events that has come before that is moves your Pairs, Houses, Colonies and Nations; even you sitting here now. By acting on the events that comes before evenness is created and balance brought to the world. Thus by being here now, facing down the dark elf, you are bringing evenness upon Essari! Being a servant of the situation that you find yourself, that is Even! That is Stitcher!”

“A dark elf lies. A dark elf uses its cunning trickery and cheats, steals and beguiles. Thus a dark elf shapes that which comes before, instead of being molded by it. Thus, it becomes a creator of unevenness; releasing conflict, mistrust, war and strife into the world. Spreading it to whoever it affects. That is what it means to be a dark elf – an anathema unto Stitcherness.”

> About half of the Evening partakes in the nightly meetings, taking that which is taught to heart. Amongst the camps in hushed whispers it said that the pair are Blessed Ones. The stitchers in leadership positions are largely unswayed, being more set in their interpretations of the canon. By them the pair is seen as a unifying force for an army that badly needs its it at best, and at worse, a source of mistrust within the stitcher lines.

Rolled 4, 1, 6, 3, 7, 1, 2, 4, 5, 4, 5, 1, 6, 8 = 57 (14d8)

>>4101399
Bulk dice roll engaged. Plot hooks incoming. Feel free to do some inthread commentary, are you not enjoying the story? Dont have too many returning players.

Rolled 2, 7, 1, 4 = 14 (4d8)

>>4096603
The Jadijinese Empire, The Holy Institution, The Cult of Work; Regardless of how you call it, Panoram's superpower always retains a sense of mystery... Shifting borders, shifting cities, shifting populations and, at it's heart, shifting sands. Who commands this unruly nation of Tripods? Who do they follow? No one, of course. Red-Throats follow no orders, give no orders, for their actions are moved by their faith, and their faith alone. Countless terrors have they withstood in their existance, countless more may they defeat. Worshippers of industry, unity and work, they slither through life, at the single pace of their collective heartbeats. Let the drums of progress keep beating, now and ever!

Rolling for : Flight (2 rolls), Start development on Trans-Panoramic Network (Proper road/air/waterways connecting the many tribes, the empire and the Patsurian tribes, actual scale of project depends on outcome I guess), and developing circuitry (for space-purposes, of course)

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>>4103329
Let it be remembered that the history of air travel began in Panoram. Even before the quill and pen were invented, the Red-Throats had conquered the winds of Essari, utilizing woven land-sails to traverse the vast deserts and valleys of Panoram. Fluffbubble farming was —and still is— a hallmark of R-T culture thousands of years ago, their gases extracted to lift rudamentary air-Dinghies off the ground. The vast continent is lined with airports, found not only on the large cities of sedentary cultures, but on the hundreds —if not thousands— of "pit-stop" settlements built by the nomadic tribes of Panoram. The Golden Horde of the west turned canoes into junks, forever revolutionizing the cultural dynamics of the Tripods, as the skies of Essari filled with colourful sails and flags, pirates and traders, warships and cargo vessels. The second revolution was born out of conflict; the ferocious Shatturnian pirate queen, Captain Grimao, took her entire motorized fleet across the Vasilavna Ocean in search of easy prey and riches in the coasts of Panoram, her voyague was short-lived however, as the Jadijinese Royal Navy vastly outnumbered her. In the end, it was the Panoramians who made off with the biggest spoils, a few dozen scavenged ship-motors, which were quickly reverse engineered and, in no time, implemented into their air vessels. And as rainbow skies were taken over by engine fumes, Panoram too was taken over. The Jadijinik expanded alongside their new invention, charming tribes with their culture, and conquering others with their technology. Eventually, motorized airships became the standard for R-T Tripodkind, reaching as far as the Zaibatsu and Patsurians, who didn't hestitate to tinker with this newfound invention.

Naturally, it should come as no surprise that the first sapient individual to reach space was a R-T, well, the first two actually. A shining symbol of R-T unity, the Patsurian-Jadijinese Cooperation Pact had been working long enough on orbital spaceflight, but the first artifical satellite in Essari was, uh, not meant to be one at all. As the spacecraft reached the outer atmosphere, it heat shields proved to be almost nonexistent, and the two tripods manning the craft turned into ashes, their calcinated remains to be recovered and put in a spaceflight museum a few days later. The mission was deemed a success nevertheless, as Tripods discovered the secrets to locking objects in orbit.

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With an express shipment from house Sandstone, the Foltanian Evening's stitcherbot corps grew by 16 new machines: much smaller than traditional stitcherbots at just two grabrafs tall, the DX2 "reconbot" was nevertheless a force to be reckoned with, armed with an EMPG(EM-propelled grenade) launcher, incendiary ammunition, and an electrocution baton. Additionally, it is one of the two only models of stitcherbot to cover it's joints in armor, eliminating one of the machine's biggest weaknesses.
It's main advantage is it's mobility, however: the hoverpads installed in each leg allow it to move at speeds that not even the fastest of runnerbots can match, and the cockpit is designed around the use of the revolutionary "nerve-copper system", which uses "terminals" surgically installed into the pilot's shoulderblades and hipblades to control the mech's movements as if they were his own.
All in all, while the machine's purpose was allegedly "recon", it could perform devastating hit-n-run attacks just as well thanks to it's heavy armament.

Those stitchers who were present at taskforce Calcite's siege on Peripheral Terminus saw a clear familiarity in the design, but their objections to using the machine were ignored by the commanding staff; it just wasn't worth it to scrap such valuable assets simply because some madman used something vaguely resembling them.

Rolled 8, 7, 3 = 18 (3d8)

>>4101760
Decoding node signals is a near-impossible task if you barely know anything about their inner workings. So stitcher scientists have decided to cut one open and do a little biopsy. Two teams will be involved in the process - one will work with samples gathered from the surface, and another will try to enter the node without being overtaken, record their journey through it's gullet and, if possible, take some samples from deeper within it.
>rolling for researching samples of AA node's outer tissue(up to 1 meter from surface)
>rolling for the expedition's progress in exploring an AA node(up to 30 meters from surface)
>rolling for expedition resisting Emra mindfuck(this roll-previous roll divided by 2)
Will wait on GM's response for this one because he's the only one who knows what's inside the node

>>4101358
The Omir’ten accepted the terms. Representatives of the two sides met on an island south west of Panoram’s coast. The day that the peace treaty was signed to the cheer of tripods in cities all over Essari would be become known as “Lease Extension Day”.

>>4102988
Voltanites:
After significant dialogs with their former adversaries, an early model of submarine was grudgingly offered. Just one, no crew. They would be trained in it's rudiments and sent on their way. This turned out to be disastrous, as the the ill trained crew crashed into an underwater structure which was in fact the very base they were looking for.The submarine breached the level that was impacted, and roughly a third of the crew was lost as they made a hasty exit. They managed to seal the level behind them, and soon marveled at the esoteric construction of the stitchers. Most of the doors were so small they had to duck or crawl, while others offered ample standing room. There was food there, stored in crystalline jars, some of it inedible to the grabrafs, but it was enough to keep them going as they discovered something of value. A sort of generator powered by radioactive decay and heat. It was portable, but getting it back to the Empire...that would be another problem.
(roll 1d8 to see what happens next.)

Denui: The NGs of Denui got to the southern pole to find a frosted over sheer wall of ice, and not much more. Indeed, they resolved it was a pointless expedition and threw the organizers overboard to their deaths.

Stitcher Crusade: The stitchers continued to find only ghosts and shadows of strange flying machines in the form of bipeds.

>>4104523
>>4102988 *forgot the name

Moralve settled: The new land was a blank canvas for many, a chance to escape the warn torn country side and start new.
1, 6, 8

The overcrowded cities of the Sumpter empire flooded out into the sunlight for the first time, taking great ships on one way voyages to dig into the new land, setting up the first cities. Not far behind were clans of PG and TG, owing allegiance to both sides of the war, building onto and into the structures of the new settlements. The ample resources of this new land allowed for rapid expansion into an untamed frontier.

Panoram Rising: It wasn't always about trade, but community. Though now, it's trade.

The various nations of Panoram found that the Zaibatsu jellously guarded its trade,and even lost a few vessels to piracy, or border conflict, edging the out of trade with the Voltanites, but at the same time were in a perfect position to intercept and force the diminished kingdom fleets into heavily regulated trade with the Zaibatsu on the northern routes. In short the wealth would be shared.

The real victory came in a boom of domestic trade, in goods, skilled labor and teachers, and exchange of intellectual property. By the end of the decade the Panoram continent would be a wild melange of cultures united by community, and an optimism to reach past the horizon of tomorrow; and they had the resources to do it.

>>4104531
Daily Event: Catastrophe

Red/ Blood Throats: Death
Disease of unknown providence would scourge the populations of the Tripods. Symptoms included fungal growth within the lungs, and inexplicable blood clotting leading to unexpected death.
>Roll a 2d8 per nation, nations not rolled for will be rolled for by a GM: first roll represents spread of disease, second represents lethality. higher is worse.

Cocky Tripods: Despair
Decades of conflict with the Zaibatsu are over, but those who fled affected areas carry with them damage both internal and external. Children are born twisted, or dead, cancer and strange immuno disorders crop up unexpectedly, and their medicine is unable to cope with it.
>Roll a 1d8: This determines the percentage of the population impacted by this suffering.

Whitestone empire: The Reeeee'ing
White stitchers have begun to falling over dead with no notice, or experiencing midlife ultra-symmetry (extra limb growth). Some claim it dates back to their ill advised bargains with the Sky Grabrafs.
Roll 2d8: first is for deaths X/10, and second is for the spread of extra limbs.

Forest Grabrafs: Decay.
The organic constructs the FG were able to make were indeed marvels, but also unstable. The first generation equipment and structures, things like biorobots began to unexpectedly fail. Without an understanding of the theory to their flesh craft, they used the gifts of emra like children, and now reap that failure.
>For each FG nation, roll a 2d8, this represents how much of their infrastructure fails, as well as how badly their augmented bodies fail them.

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Rolled 7, 4 = 11 (2d8)

>>4104523
Just as the existential dread of being stranded on a sunken military base for the rest of their (probably short) lives began to set in, the grabrafs managed to breathe a collective sigh of relief; In one of the fortress's chambers stood one of stitcherkind's amphibious machines, a bit soaked and banged-up but seemingly functional. The cockpit was a bit cramped, too, but you don't really worry about the little things when you're busy celebrating how you're not going to be stuck in some underwater hole forever.
With their escape route found, the team turned their attention to a different matter: how are they gonna fit all their findings INTO said escape route?
>rolling for grabrafs using the stitcherbot to escape Peripheral Terminus and for how much loot they get(first roll is higher because obviously getting out with no loot is better than not getting out at all)

Rolled 2, 1, 3, 3 = 9 (4d8)

>>4104550
In the Zaibatsu, the environmental sealing technology that was before used only for high-altitude airships and the quarters of officials too important to huff toxic fumes all day was now for once being used for the benefit of the masses; special quarantine chambers were built to house the diseased, and teams of polizei were sent on patrol for potential carriers.
A known but unspoken fact was that the chambers held not only the sick, but also those who dared to disagree just a bit too loudly.
A much less known fact was that the chambers could be perfectly equipped not just for stifling diseases, but for exploring the limits of the tripod body as well.
>first two rolls are the spread of the disease and the effect of the quarantine effort; the second roll is substracted from the first
>third roll is disease lethality
>fourth roll is researching advanced medicine and doing it the Mengele way

Rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6 (3d8)

>>4104550
The famous Forest Grabraf Hend For'ry awoke in his lavishly decorated bedbladder, and, as he often did on fine mornings like these, contemplated his success yet again. Having begun his career just some fifty years ago, he had revolutionized the principles of biological design; starting out with such constructs as the Rectumgun and the Drill Scorpion, still common in proxy armies to this day, he quickly charmed millions with his bold concepts and his simple yet deep ideal: "don't let nature hold life down". He almost single-handedly steered trends in bodyplans towards the artistic and bizzare, culminating in such masterpieces as the "Car" and the Skelper-helper.
...I'm getting a bit sidetracked. What was I talking about?
Ah, yes, I remember now. The famous Forest Grabraf Hend For'ry awoke in his lavishly decorated bedbladder. He looked down at his delicately engraved, wheel-toting lower appendages. Half of them have already fallen off and lied in pools of pus-like fluid, while the rest barely hung on. Had his beak not cracked into splinters and had his lungs not fallen out of his mouth, he would've screamed out in pain and confusion.
>rolling for infrastructural failure(includes mobile bioconstructs such as cars and biorobots) and for bodily failure
>rolling for backlash from the event influencing design philosophy(low means staying the same, high means reverting back to taking more cues from nature and less from their own half-baked ideas)

Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d8)

>>4104550
>>4104531
Solidarity and Unity spread through Panoram like a disease, and for a brief time, the dream of a single united Red-Throat race seemed like a reality. Even though the Inter-Panoramic Network project had a rocky start, the peace and stability brought by the war between Blood-Throats and Cockies allowed it's continuous, albeit slow, development.

The Jadijinese even relaxed their restrictions on infidel religions, although still officially the only pagan cult allowed by law was the Song of Years. Preachers of Mazdak and Zhanak would be responsible for the popularization and modernization of the "Melting Pot" parable, which originally spoke about rather unsavoury annals of Choir history and certain cannibalistic tendencies, but now was a symbol of Red-Throat cooperation.

And so, this continent sprawling close-knit community became the perfect breeding grounds for an epidemy; every single airport, train station, and harbour a petri dish filled with unlimited resources for the unknown patogen to feast upon...

Rolled 6, 1, 1, 4 = 12 (4d8)

>>4104706
Oof. Rolling for public health response, microbiology research tech, and rerolling for the IPN and circuitry.

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Rolled 8, 6, 6, 3, 5, 4 = 32 (6d8)

>>4095346

The Triunism denomination of Tao had now long had its presence in the North-eastern regions of Panoram, especially amongst the Derwuo clan of Western Patsuria. With time, as it’s association as a “Cocky” religion started to diminish more and more minor clans neighbouring to the Derwuo started to pick up the faith. What spoke to them was the simplicity of it as compared to the shamanistic beliefs of old. The question was, would the faith remain simply a regional oddity in Western Patsuria or was it destined for bigger things?

> Rolling for the spread and influence of the Tao denomination within the tripod populations in North-eastern Panoram Major (One for West and another for South-East, in the direction of the choir).

Proceeding North, the Stitcher Evening had divided into two. This strategy had two sides to it. One was that it allowed them to cover a larger area and thus gain access to more surface-lying minerals. This allowed for the production of ammunition while on the move. Another was the intent to flank the dark elf. The Dark elf knew they were coming, but not from where!

Within a day of each other the Omi’tolt colonial forces the largest stitcher force ran into each other and the fighting began. Stitcher EM-cannons thundered as Omi’tolt fliers of a smaller, wilderness adapted design took to the air.

While coming down from the Fixari Heights, the Stitcher came upon a small Omi’told garisson. An ambush attempt was made – there would be no captives taken; no dark elf lives spared.

> Rolling for the Stitcher side in both scenarios.

Strange documents had fallen into the hands of Tootinite researchers following the Path of Bootin. Having been written down by Voltinite hands, it was simply to alien to have originated from their nemesis in the south; Schematics for making weapons brighter than the sun. Flyers not using propellers and regular engines to take to the skies, but Jets of burning fuel. All seemingly designed to be interacted with using three hands. This would be the key to preventing repeat of the Sujardin war!

> Rolling for Nuclear Arms & Jet Engine Tech for TG

>>4101773
--Stitcher-Voltanite Event: Evening's Rise--
The Ka'zeinohr Province of the Voltanite Empire had been a fast growing colony over recent decades, due largely to the appeal of Foltania's tropical environment, and the subsequent delight in being more sparsely clothed; a benefit that had long assuaged the often tense relations between the Grabraf and neighboring Stitcher nation, House Jasper. The relationship forged by these nations were hard-earned and a state of equilibrium or as the Stitcher of the Ka'ze"rkii Cultural City would call it: Evenness. Recently, the introduction of what was at first a foreign concept to both parties, The Evening had begun rising in popularity among a minority of the Stitcher pilgrims and scholars. The native Stitcher were quicker to understand its meaning, and had reluctantly shared it core teachings with their fellow Grabrafian scholars.

A new animosity had begun to steadily grow between the budding acolytes and teachers of this new Evening Cult, and a mix of the elder Voltanite students and teachers as well as some Stitcher loyal to original canon. As Ka'ze"rkii is hallowed ground dedicated to cultural exchange and a even debate of all matters key to Stitcher and Grabraf alike, no mortal conflicts would arise. However in recent weeks, some Stitcher academics and their students have voluntarily resigned from their study in the interspecies city, and seeked passage into the Voltanite territory so as to make pilgrimage to a location in the Folspine Mountains they call "Fixari Heights." The Voltanites of course graciously granted passage and even provided escort to ensure safety, but only out of political practice, with a secret ulterior motive of learning the precise location of this pilgrimage, and hopes to gleam more bits of knowledge regarding the followers of this new Stitcher philosophy.
> Potential Plot Hook for further fostering or perhaps damage Stitcher-Voltanite relations.

>>4103617
--Red-Throat Tripod Event: Looking to the Stars--
News had spread quickly throughout the many nations of Red-Throat society. A masses marveled at the news of Jadijinese Empire and Western Patsuria's success in reaching the edge of the sky, surpassing even the heights that the Zaibatsu High Altitude Fleet were said to reach. Even in the greatly downplayed failure to return the brave riders of the space-bound vessel homeward, the great minds of the Red-Throats now knew for sure it was possible. The road to such a grand success would still be years off in all likelihood.

While both merchants and scientists alike slaved away for hours and days at a time, aiming to find profitable purpose to further legitimize the pursuit and funding of this venture with the public, engineers, scientists and entrepreneurial inventors across all of Panoram and the Bebin Isles were now in a race to be the first to reach the stars and return to tell the tale.
> Tech Roll Advanced Flight & Advanced Ballistics available (Roll 7 or higher)

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Rolled 6, 3, 4, 1 = 14 (4d8)

>>4101082
>>4101370
--PG Coalition-Ostralja War: The Grey Tide--
The Invasion of Ostralja had been an overwhelming success in the mind's of PG Warlords after just a mere six months of fighting. The combined forces of the Clans of Tuzan had successfully split the nation-state, cutting the north from the south, as an Amphibious Force of Tou'ban-Castigarian-Tootine PG Army marched the unprepared and undefended southern lands of Ostralja. Boxed in via the Voltanite Border Wall along their eastern border, and two separate armies bearing down on them, the PG Coalition was confidence towards the success of their crusade to purge the NG from the Sujardin plains. There successes had not been without losses, with their casualties with several tens of thousands lost in this noble cause, along with much of their modern equipment.

From the perspective of the Ostraljan NG, the invasion had been wake-up call, affirming to many of its elders an idle softness that had grown throughout its kind over the last century. It had become abundantly clear to its leaders that this new foe, the Plains Grabraf were clearly a higher caliber opponent compared to the baneful TG. The loss of nearly 5 million NG by the hands of the PG had been determined as a necessary culling of their kin, but the fruitless loss of life could stand no longer. Veteran warriors rose up amongst the NG horde of Ostralja, mustering tens of thousands under their war banners, as elders began to prepare the defense of their NG Hive Cities and NG Tinkerers worked quickly to try and reverse engineer the menagerie of weapons and metal warmachines that had been captured in the initial months of the invasion. Among a select few of the Elders, messengers were sent to the Skrigjaarda for military aid, or to take in refugees.

All of these rapid developments would occur in a window of 2 or 3 months. In the frame-point of the PG Forces, they would take a slightly uncomfortable ease as they consolidate invaded lands, and facing less resistance. Then like the fury of the ocean itself, a force of millions of NG descended on the PG Coalition. The counteroffensive had begun.
> Rolling for the general success of the counteroffensive, the NG's fortifications of their Hive Cities, the NG's success at reverse-engineering and reproducing the captured PG technologies, and whether Skrigjaarda sends aid or accepts refugees into their lands. (High = Military Aid; Low = Refugee Acceptance)

>>4104706
>Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d8)
I'm gonna show an so slight favoritism here and say that while the pathogen is clearly virulent and deadly to those it infects, the pathogen fails to spread fast enough to reach truly epidemic levels. However, there would likely be no survivors.

Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d8)

>>4104550
Whitestone empire: The Reeeee'ing

>>4105618
In their fervor to gain the ideal of perfection to form, and elevating concern of color over evenness, the whitestone stitchers utilized the services of the Forest Grabraf, who themselves were new to the art of fleshcraft. Such a small request. Make us white. The manipulation was much more subtle than adding an arm, or eye, or beak, or enhancing muscle. No, it was at the very core of their being that their request was crafted.

Each generation of whitestone after that event began showing successive elements of deviation from being simply white. Extra arms, hyper symmetry, unexpected death. In this current generation, the fire that burns within them, and drove them to greatness, is now consuming them.

6>The Whitestones experienced a vicious die off in the coming years, eliminating roughly 60% of their total functional population. Stitchers would go mad in battle, screeching about events long past, or futures yet to come, calling out the names of enemies that did not exist. Sometimes the battle haze would clear, others it would not, and they would be marshaled into specialized units of those who lived yet were dead. Other stitchers would appear fine, yet keel over unexpectedly, never to move again.

6> Hyper-symmetry was viewed as a blessing, until it became a nightmare. 3 and even 4 pairs of arms, was not a problem, but suddenly growing 6 and 12 would lead to a horrific array of useless and deformed flesh, mindlessly grabbing. The cull of the abberations was a painful one, but even in that state, they knew their sacred duty. Kill the dark elf.

Hordes of screehcing, gurgling, limping monstrosities would charge ahead of more useful forces, taking fire, clearing mines, or acting as living bombs.

By the end of the silent decade, it would be a rarity for any White Stone stitcher to have less than 3 pairs of arms. Their rapid breeding saving them, but leaving them below 50% of the Orthodoxy's forces.

>>4105634
The indignity not yet done, some stitchers began getting small black dots across their body, which would spread with age, becoming darker and darker. While this was not fatal, the electrocutions to cure it were.

>>4104616
All the grabrafs save one escape. Ay'ay'rhan. He alone learned enough of the facilities controls to activate the moon pool at the launch level, and send the machine on it's way. There were tears, and oaths to return some day. The strange machine was stuffed as full of loot as could be had. Most of it strange hand held items, or what appeared to be spare parts, though most precious of all was the RTG. It was several days later the hungry and dehydrated crew stomped onto the shores of a voltanite settlement. Their arrival was initially hailed as an attack, before the top hatch popped open to reveal grabrafs.

In the coming weeks the machine, the supplies,and the RTG would be extensively studied by many scientists and engineers within the Voltanite territories. (rolls will be needed. roles with story...)
>>4104632
The disease was laughable to the highly segregated Zaibatsu society. Those infected met their fate with honor, and found it to be of moderate lethality, killing the infirm and unfit. The dead and dying were experimented upon extensively, and all they learned was how to make a tripod life vest. Shame about the drownings.
>>4104669
The Grabrafs experienced a horrific failure of infrastructure as many were pulled out of their collective dreamings, into a society that had literally rotted around them. Many more of the most extreme fleshcrafted FGs experienced body failure of some degree or another, leading to death before new organics could be crafted. Society found itself at fault, and looked once more to nature to interpret what could, and perhaps, should be.

>>4104146
>partial result: requesting more data from Librarian/ Emra.

The AA node was a matrix of complex organic material that defied conventional building wisdom. Neither plant, nor animal, veins carried gas, fluid,and more. The documentation of the team would inspire several forms of organic inspired construction, in particular, underground works, and stitcherbot fluid transfer mechanisms.
>The stitchers failed the mind test fully, as vine like tendrils stimulated their nerves, and interfaced with them. The did indeed walk quite far into the AA node, but into a sort of oriface that welcomed them. Their small dreams and thoughts provided stimulation, insight, and even amusement. Truly the children were tumultuous.

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>4105634
As a pair of exhausted, underpaid disposal workers prepared to incinerate another cubic ton worth of disembodied arms, an elderly stitcher, blind in one eye, toting four prosthetics and covered in scars proving his status as a veteran came up to them, and yelled obscene remarks that totaled to "Idiots! What are you doing? There's tens of thousands stitchers having to make do with metal claws for arms, and here you are, burning all those precious limbs?"
>rolling for the limbs of stitchers with too many arms being reattached to stitchers with not enough arms

Rolled 2, 6, 3, 5 = 16 (4d8)

>>4095416
Rolling for a trade between two random factions. First two rolls are the trader factions, second two are what they're trading with and how the trade goes.
Faction roll table:
1- Tootine (PG)
2- Tuzan (PG)
3- Mys'dra (FG)
4- Jadjinik (RT)
5- Zaibatsu (BT)
6- Omir'ten (CT)
7- Peripheral Terminus 2 (ST)
8- Voltanite (PG)

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>4104114
With the advent of the Nerve-Copper System, stitcherkind had a whole new field of possibility opened to them; sure, now you could control big robot hands as your own, but what about controlling SMALL robot hands as your own? Very, very small indeed, small enough to weave much more delicately...
>rolling for using smaller, higher-precision limbs to create small-scale technology

>>4106104
The idea proved to be insurmountable, for now. Even with direct neural feedback used for control, cybernetics right now are simply too clumsy for that kind of work. It would take years, maybe decades of research to reach the required finesse.

Daily Events
(feel free to roll for any faction, and tell a story in its setting if you wish. no one player exclusively owns a faction)

Star Gazing:

The Zaibatsu had long been aware of the stars above, but their mastery of buoyancy had been exhausted. They would rockets, but at their altitude, perhaps even an inferior design may achieve sufficient results.
>2d8, building a floating platform, and attempting to build knock off rockets.

The Omir'ten had come to a similiar conclusion, their trade with once hated enemies allowed their jets to climb higher than ever. It may be possible to launch a small missile into the outer bounds of the above.
>2d8, building a rocket plane, and launching a smaller rocket built by Panoram artisans.

The many nations of Panoram continued to reach higher, and crude analogue computers were thrown up near daily on powerful rockets, leading brief lives of data collection and transmission.
>2d8, Panoram space research via sounding rockets, and an observatory.

>>4106151
Proliferation:
Roll a 3d8, they will be using trade technology in new ways. first roll is race, second is tech, last roll is how badly (or well) they implement the idea.

1-PG
2-TG
3-FG
4-CG
5-NG
6-Stitcher
7-Stitcher (whitestone)
8-FG (flying islands, to develop organic variation of second roll)

1-Motorcycle
2-monowheel
3-Tracked cycle
4-personal air-cushion vehicle
5- adapted stitcher vehicles
6- adapted stitcher vehicles (whitestone)
7- Backpack helicopter
8- awesome yet poorly made Jet pack

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Rolled 8, 3, 7 = 18 (3d8)

>>4105222
The Clans of Tuzan, experienced from the previous encounters with the Ostralajans had seen the signs early. Nomad activity had decreased all across the warring lines. So, they did what they knew best. They used the terrain to their advantage. All across the southern line of the burned crescent the Clans dug down, entrenching themselves, so that when the screeching hordes half-sapient dwarves came charging against their lines they were ready. It would be a battle of Rifle against Spear; of Courage and Wit against Numbers and Fury. In the trenches singing had begun. “Cherho, virtuous be thy Land” could be heard chanted all across the lines until it became drowned out by the roar of explosives and rifle fire.

> Rolling for Tuzan fighting up North.


Pressing their advantage, the Coalition down south continued their push north.

> Rolling for Coalition attack on, the now more prepared, Ostralaja


“So what are we to do?” The Fachir Brigadier called out. “We thirst, our water has soon run dry. And we hunger, until our shoulders are nothing but hooks, and our spears and rifles grow heavy with our frailty.” Those words provoked alarm among many of the leading Clan-members assembled in the tent, for they though such doubts an insult to the grabraf’s station. “Stay your insolence!” one Lt General called out in reproach. “No,” the General of the Confederate army said to the long-bearded Lt General. “We must speak plainly. Only honesty provides truth. Only truth delivers triumph.” He walked over to the two and then placed his hand first on the Brigadier’s shoulder and then on the Lt General’s forearm.

“As many of you have surmised,” he said “I have deceived our forces as to our stores, saying we had less when we had more. I have starved you so that our rations would carry us as far a possible.”
“So what are we to do?” The Brigadier called out once again.
More voices climbed from the assembly, this time in discord, fro as many called out in assent as against the Brigadier’s presumption. The clamour wilted in the light of their commander’s sad smile. “Scavenge what strength you will,” “Ponder your mates, your chicks – ponder your spirit. Fear not the spectre of thirst, for soon the plains of Ostralaja will heave before us. And fear not starvation...”

He turned, taking the board displaying Ostralaja as his frame. A breeze trilled through the plaited flax of his beard. The tassels of his kilt swayed.
“To suffer is to bear evil,” “and we must suffer to see our Sujardin saved. No matter where it delivers us, what madness, what evil, we must follow through...”

“Henceforth our very foe shall sustain us...”

“Henceforth we eat Nomads.”

> Rolling for the boon that this gives the Tuzans supply-wise & the loss in morale it creates amongst the Ostralajan's

Rolled 5 (1d8)

>>4105222
>cont.
The Tuzan’s had been hesitant to reach out to the Voltanites in the months earlier, but with the situation the Coalition saw themselves and the Tuzans in - a request for aid in finishing the Nomad menace was sent out.
> Rolling for Voltanite response (From nothing, to blockading and shinking Nomad boats trying to leave, to actively joining in on the fight)

>>4106189
>>4106192

Completely forgot:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PA6ZAlPcovg

Rolled 4, 4, 7, 5 = 20 (4d8)

>>4105215
>>4106151
In order: Flight, Ballistics, rockets, observatory. Lets hope for no more trash rolls

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>>4106685
>>4105215
>>4104714
>>4105335
>>4104706
The disease was deadly, perhaps too deadly for it's own good. The canal city of Manaa'Pam in the heart of the Tripod continent was a vital point of the R-T trade route network, connecting West and East Panoram by land, the Panoramic and Skelp seas by water, besides serving as an important stopping point for trans-continental flights. A small city turned into a trading metropolis thanks to the ever increasing friendships between the many nations of Panoram, it was meant to be the symbolic poster child of the revitalized TPN project, recieving multiple diplomats, researchers and other POIs from all over the continent. It was there that death struck hardest, first the elderly, then the children, then everyone else. A calamity of such magnitude doesn't go unnoticed for long, and out of nowhere, the whole city was placed under quarantine. Still, the virus managed to spread to other major trading ports, mostly through infected travellers who died shortly after their arrivals, preventing a major epidemy from happening.

But this sickness didn't kill just tripods, ideas too. The TPN was obviously brought to a standstill, atleast until things calmed down. Universities, hospitals, and laboratories had to stop their research, as focus quickly shifted towards finding a cure. The overall chaos produced by the crisis placed major stress on professionals, regardless of their field of expertise, causing failed rocket launches and miscommunication between R&D facilities. Engineers meant to be developing circuitry for satellites and computers erroneously worked on domestic products, to name some examples. By the end of the semester, all the Jadijinese-Patsurian Cooperation Pact had to show were smaller TVs with better image quality, gimmicky musical instruments, and upgraded sniper rifle models.

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>4106017
With their flesh-cities falling apart around them, the FG have decided to take a bit of a lesson from the lesser nations and substitute some of the organic infrastructure with more traditional, non-living analogues. Sure, meat pipes transfer water better than metal ones, but with metal you don't run the risk of one day having to wash your hands with pus and blood instead.
>rolling for partially replacing organic infrastructure with inorganic versions

>>4106017
i have a question did they manage to save Ay'ay'rhan?

>>4106048
The alteration to whitestone's genetics by the forest grabrafs was such that their entire people were universal donors for stitcherkind. Arms that were attached were...twitchy, and at times grabby, as if they had a mind of their own. Later generations of study would improve stitcher medicine. For now, the Orthodoxy has found a reason to tollerate their friendly parts bins to the south.

>>4106081
Omir'ten had been supplying the clans of Tuzan in a clandestine manner for years. Simple explosives, muskets, and machinery had always been readily "available" if you knew who to ask. While not anything that would change society, it was not impossible to find the material. More prevelant was Omirten Tripod spice, which the Tuzan claimed as their own and sold at a heavy markup.

>>4106909
The FG found that their reliance on flesh boarded on the excessive, by exploring the inorganic technology of the races around them, they began to embrace tool use once more, and slowly began to pull themselves out of a dream like state.

>>4106192
The Voltanites would not know the full extent of Tuzan's...conviction, in this war, until it was said and done. Their fleet blockaded the Nomad forces from trying to escape, and would shell anything too close to the coast, turning it into a no man's land.

>>4106189
The conflict in the north was won with grit, iron, and gunpowder. Courage and zeal failed on the picket line of discipline and volley fire. The following months would be a series of devastating routes for the NG.
--
The decision to eat Nomands was of minimal benefit, and horrified many. However the Ostralajan forces began developing a most unusual apatite...The dead, and occasionally wounded, seemed to vanish from time to time, but it was a concern for another time.

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Rolled 7, 4, 5, 7, 2 = 25 (5d8)

>>4106017
It was decided that rather than take the large machine apart for materials and knowledge, it would simply be refurbished: the engineers can learn it's intricacies through maintenance rather than disassembly, and it has proven itself to be a decent stand-in for a submersible.
A large percentage of the outer covering had to be replaced, crystal substituted with steel and synthetic fabrics with simpler rubber, making the bot a few tons heavier but much tougher, at least in the remodeled areas.
The secondary compartment in the torso was cleared of (already quite spartan) crew accomodations and fitted with an airlock, converting it to a cargo bay.
Finally, the head and one of the shoulders were painted bright orange for ease of identification from the shore, and two detachable, inflatable buoys were stored on the thighs, in case the crew had to send something sizable up to the surface without leaving the depths.

The stitcherbot had shed it's military past - it was now a tool of marine exploration, not marine explode-ation.
>rolling for how much was learned during the refurbishment process
>rolling for how much was learned from the loot the team pulled up
>rolling for how much fuel the stitcherbot has left(if there's none left, trade(or piracy) with stitchers will be necessary)

...Meanwhile, back at the partially waterlogged Peripheral Terminus, Ay'ay'rhan sat in a barricaded office(or what he thinks might be an office, it's not very clear-cut with stitchers and their architectural tastes), desperately trying to find SOMETHING to distract himself from his situation. It's not that he was worried about being stranded - the team promised they'd go back and pick him up, and with a giant goddamn robot at their disposal it shouldn't take TOO long. It wasn't fear of starvation either - the facility's got a year worth of snacks, even if you factor in that some will inevitably go rotten. It wasn't the feeling of being alone, either. It was the feeling of NOT being alone. He'd tell himself it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but mind tricks don't usually rearrange a whole room's worth of debris while you're away or open nearby doors when you're trying to sleep.
>rolling for ??? and ???

>>4107307
The stitcherbot taught the grabrafs a great many things about hydraulics, and structural engineering when it came to moving loads. The theory behind the machine would be applied to their own very, very, early robotics efforts, and other areas of society.

The RTG and hand weapons were of moderate interest, what really interested the grabrafs was the lightweight and near hollow structures of the tools. it would open a new field of understanding into ergonomic study. In the short term, metal and plastic casting as well as machine stamping gained a reasonable advancement. (tl/dr. improvements in mass production)

The stitcherbot had a reasonable amount of "fuel" considering how light of duty the Grabrafs were subjecting it to. Salvaging more fluid was not a significant issue.

---
Ay'ay'rhan found himself captured by a rather large stitcher, and his cohorts. The screeching language gradually modulated into his own language. The Praeator was...white, but his cohort were black or sandy as well.

All around lay injured or dead stitchers, testament of a heroic fight.

Holding up a shock baton, the stitcher closed the gap. "You're pretty good Ay'ay'...rhan...but now you scream, and later we can talk." odd clicking. laughter.

Ay'ay' didnt have time to think much more on the subject. He was too busy getting electrocuted.

Roll a 2d8. 1 to determine if Ay'ay'rhan survive, and another to see if he falls under the sway of large leader. less than 2 and he dies on the first roll, less than 5 and he cracks on the second roll.

>>4106022
>I'm just providing a bit more fluff to this, but most of what was posted by NonGent I'm gonna canonize.

The intrepid Stitcher explorers upon entering the inner sanctums of the studied AA-Node they would come to find after hours of study and doucmentation, their exit now nowhere to be found. A primal fear had briefly overtaken the two pairs of Stitcher scientists as the realization dawned on them that they had enter one of only a myriad of stomaches within the AA-Node. Their fear however would be quickly stemmed as a voice seemed to echo in their head, transposed via the vine-like tendrils that now slowly sunk into their skin.

"Do not fear the end young creatures. You chose boldly to pursue a knowledge yet unknown to you by your own will. Those like you above will know of your knowledge and your sacrifice in it's pursuit. Breath deeply now, for their will pain or agony for the end that awaits here within.

One by one, each of the Stitcher would relax, finally giving into the echoed words of the AA-Node, until all of them lied at peace as the tendrils of the Node pressed them further into stomach lining, allowing consumption to begin.

Rolled 3, 6, 5, 4, 2, 1 = 21 (6d8)

>>4107354
rolling

>>4095416
Meanwhile, far away, another shady trade was occurring.
Using the roll table from >>4106081 again.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>4107363
The stitchers dissolved, their notebooks and equipment were left on the lukewarm, wet stomach floor, slightly soaked and corroded but mostly intact. An eye is deployed to contemplate the objects, and what will become of them.
>rolling for what happens to the documentation on AA nodes
>1- digested just like it's owners
>2- gently removed from the body in near-mint condition
>3- gently removed from the body in near-mint condition, after an hour or two of "careful editing" modifying the information into an exaggerated and somewhat falsified form, as an expression of desire to cause a positive emotion known in stitcher terms as a "joke"

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>4107431
That day, the AA node learned a valuable lesson: stitchers may be tasty, but their tools? Awful. Horrible.
Jets of superheated node diarrhea streamed upon the terrified populace that day.
>rolling for the severity of the damage

>>4104669
>>4106017
>>4106909
>>4107224
--FG Event: The New Biotech Revolution--
The FG would for years suffer greatly from the loss of their near 100% Bio-Organic Infrastructure that had led to the subsequent deaths of hundreds of thousands of FG throughout all the Floating Isles amidst the chaos wrought. Fortunately two boons would stabilize the FG and eventually lead to a new age of technology and societal growth on the Floating Isles. Reishik, the Child of Emra, and the Grabraf of High Tootine.

Reishik, alongside the other bioconstructs of the Floating Islands quickly went to work alongside the FG architects to expand and build new infrastructural works to as hastily as possible, and with whatever resources were readily available. The TG and citizen FG of High Tootine, provided the FG of Ulordrasil the knowledge to rebuild their infrastructure stronger, and more enduring with the utilization of steel and mechanical machinery that could function alongside and even bolster the efficiency of the still existing infrastructure. These teaching would rapidly spread across the other Floating Islands, and a while those islands lacked bounty of manufactured materials already available, they knew exactly where they could acquire them.

A new age of diplomacy with the sapient races they had once shunned and shut themselves from. The FG of Reido'ya(Verdo'ya) and Eysdrasil would for the first time in centuries descend their isles over the landmasses to trade and share knowledge and culture with those who would be willing.
>For reference, the Reido'ya can interact with any races/nations on Moralve, Sujardin and the Torray Isles; while Eysdrasil can interact with any races/nations on Shatturne, Brouldia, Panoram and Foltania.

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>>4107439
Artistic depiction of the event

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>>4106189
>>4106192
>>4107224

--PG-Ostraljan War: No Victory Without Sacrifice--
The counteroffensive of the Ostraljan NG would go down in Grabraf History as the single bloodiest conflict on Sujardin. This singular battle spread over two warfronts that spanned hundreds of miles would last for 81 days.

The war up on the Tuzan Defensive Line saw the bloodiest of the fighting, but would be heralded with moments of glory between both sides in the conflict. For the first 10 days of the conflict the Tuzan Clansman dug-in, holding their ground against a relentless swarm of NG that attacked from all sides, and even the air from harrying dive-bomb attacks by the NG's Spitting Pterrortails. Their moment of glory as one Lt. General Fa'ruuk of the Fachir Clans Riders, in an act desperation charged out alongside 50,000 of his clansman atop their Bull Hurkun's in one the calvary charges in Essari history. Fa'ruuk would lose his life in the perilous, but his heroism bolstered the spirits of PG Clansman across the line, with hundreds of the thousands charging from their trenches at the Ostraljan host. This singular attack, broke the spearhead assault of the northern force, and a week later, the Ostraljan Northern Force would be break and rout, with its retreating forces slaughtered or having managed to join up with their Southern Attack force in the dark of night.

As the Tuzan Clansman rushed north to slaughter all remaining resistance there, the combined Tou'ban-Castigarian-Tootine PG Army would be brought to the breakpoint. The southern force mustered by the Ostraljan Hordes was distinctly greater in number than its northern counterpart, and the introduction of the remnants of that northern force had not only bolsters its offensive, but had enraged the NG, now consciously aware that they were fighting for their survival and against time. After only three weeks of fighting, the NG Horde had overwhelmed the best defenses and warriors of the combined PG Force. Many of the mere 22,000 that survived of the 125,000 strong force recount seeing their brother literally torn to pieces by the NG, as they pushed through the trenches for their next quarry. In last desperate defense, the rear-guard would hold the line against the horde, while the injured and beleaguered remnants made a mad dash for the border of the Voltanite Empire to the east. The 4 day forced march saw the worst of the fighting, with the tide only turning in their favor upon reach shining steel walls of the Voltanite Border that covered the PG army's escape with hail of artillery and gunfire.

At the end, almost 9 million NG died, with another 1.5 million PG dead in the invasion. The Clans of Tuzan would make massive land gains, while the Ostraljan NG would futilely retreat to their newly established border. The NG host remained on Sujardin lands, but it would be at least another few years, before the Tuzan or its PG Coalition could properly muster a larger host to truly expunge the NG scourge.

>>4107354
>>4107413
--Voltanite-Peripheral Terminus Event: The Diamond Owl--
For three days Ay'ay'rhan was tortured by the contemptuous Stitcher host. A few points throughout that time, the veteran CG felt as if he were adrift between life and death, his body seeming to have grown numb the pain he had endured. Ay'ay's resolve remained stalwart, honed from years of training under the rigid practices of Voltanite Military Training. Even as the taste of copper rasped his parched tongue, he would not surrender to the will of these Stitcher brutes.

This resolve had come to even move his captures by the third day, or they simply became disinterested in the more tempered and weaker screams the grabraf would loose with every shock from their batons. So, the fourth day brought a change. Ay'ay weakly opened his eyes as he heard the footsteps of entourage of 6, no 7 stitcher enter the room he was kept in. The CG began to focus his senses more when he was not greeted by the usual barrage of insults and electricity. As he limply, raised his head, Ay'ay found himself face-to-face with an unfamiliar looking Stitcher, yet one that clearly held an heir of significance to other idly watching Stitcher in the room.

The Stitcher clicked his tongue as he struggled at first before speaking a fluent Voltanite dialect.
"I've been told you name is Ay'ay. Tell me, how a Grabraf of the Voltanite Nation finds himself in our submerged facility?"

Large Leader stood pensively over the CG as he awaited what he prayed would be a satisfactory answer.
> 2d8s First roll to gauge the overall disposition of the Ay'ay'rhan and Large Leader's discussion, and the second to see if he fall under the sway of Large Leader via his verbal persuasion. Less than 4 and Ay'ay cracks. 5-7 Ay'ay is imprisoned until further notice. 8. Ay'ay is freed and returned to the Voltanite's.

>>4107413
>Meanwhile, far away, another shady trade was occurring.
Using the roll table from >>4106081 again.

The Tootine in an act of generosity to their allies in the Tuzan Highlands sought to provide the Tuzan Clansman with a means to expand their people to new lands outside of Sujardin. Unfortunately in a tragic misunderstanding of the Tuzan Culture, the Tootine Diplomats had only approached the Fachir, and not all the clans, as was tradition in trade. Word traveled fast to the neighboring clans, and while the Fachir leaders were quick to turn away the offer, Kucht and Nagach clansman boarded their vessel that night and dispatched the Tootine diplomats in their sleep.

They summarily tugged the diplomat vessel out to sea and scuttled it as to remove any blame. Even if their vessel was to be found, the superficial wounds on their bodies, would be difficult to assign blame for. The ships of course were either re-purposed into trading vessels or, made into fishing trawlers.

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 4, 3, 4 = 21 (6d8)

>>4106151
Rolling for the unrolled parties of the Star Gazing Event, and re-rolling for Advanced Flight and Advanced Ballistics for the Red-Throats with a 5 (Librarian's Blessing) or higher to succeed.

Rolls in order
- 2x for Zaibatsu
- 2x for Omir'ten
- 2x for RT Tech Rolls

Rolled 6, 6, 4, 4, 3, 6 = 29 (6d8)

>>4107872
Rerolling Advanced Flight and Ballistics, plus 2 foreign contact rolls, time to make the R-Ts less isolated

>>4107872
--Star Gazing Results 1 of 2: Reach for the Stars--
Zaibatsu: With the end of the Tripod War, many projects that the Zet Zaibatsu had started in the onset of the war, had largely lost either funding or purpose in their continued pursuit. However, one project was continued under the decree of the Zet III. Dubbed as Project Skyzol: it was dream to construct a floating platform that could act as an airfield in the clouds that the Zaibatsu could perform aerial sorties far from the reach of land or naval strikes. While the project would likely never be used for its original purpose, the first Skyzol Platorm "Fortress 1"; was completed, a platform around 500 metres in radius that floated at a lofty 3 kilometres in air and sturdy enough to support it new pursuit: Space.

The aspirations of sending a rocket into orbit, using the platform as an advanced launching point. Unfortunately, there starting point was focused on creating a rudimentary rockets that could actually break the grips of Essari's atmopshere. This endeavor, was met with embittering failure, which would only embolden the efforts of the Zaibatsu.

Omir'ten: The Cocky Tripods of the Omir'ten Kingdom also had aspirations now for reaching the stars. It had been pursuit held by the Omir'ten for decades now, with their seers having forsaw such visions throughout the recent decades. Unfortunately, a bulk of Omir'ten funding, engineering and scientific assets had been assigned to the decontaminating and reconstruction of Niu Ti'ras, the decontaminating of Lake Ti'Folt, and menageries of other reconstruction projects within the nuked region.

Still, some scant funding was put aside for other scientific pursuits in Omir'ten and one such project was the creation of an aircraft that could travel great distances quickly, and reach heights greater than even the Zaibatsu High Altitude Fleet could fly. This invention was a failure though. First off, they require a more compact rocket engine, to reduce weight, and provide better aerodynamics for airplane. This was supplied in a limited number at a hefty cost via Red-Throat artisan engineers. However after a series of attempts and at moments, catastrophic failures, it had become clear that the rudimentary design of the aircraft, was clearly the issue and definitely not the craft of the more compact rocket engines.
> Tech Roll Advanced Flight available (Roll 6 or higher)

>>4108014
posted reply too early lol, the two extra rolls were supposed to be Omir'ten local resource exploitation

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>>4108020
--Star Gazing Results 2 of 2: The First Sign--
> See these posts for the original rolls and some pretext to the lore on this post.
>>4106685
>>4106774
Panoram: The offset of the Tripod Epidemic had caused a temporary ripple in scientific effort to the reaching the stars. However once more research on the virus that afflicted around 4% of their population was too lethal to rapidly spread, the isolation of key figure (politicians, cultural leaders, engineers, scientists, etc.) and the infected had allowed the TPN Project to continue its research and projects in relative safety.

The slowed progress on their advancements in Ballistics and Advanced Avionics had finally bared fruit though in the form of an improved rocket that would be gentle enough to at least carry its new payload. It was a complex instrument of cutting edge Jadijinese and Patsurian technology that would allow them to guide the rocket payload around the planet in a full planetary orbit and then bring it back to Essari safely. It would additionally be recording its entire journey via a simple monitor onboard the payload to capture the wonders of the heavens over Essari in the payloads transit

On that faith autumn day of the launch, no Tripod, or Sapient on the planet knew that moment would forever alter the course of history of Essari. The launch was a nail-biting experience for the Tripods, but after 14 tense minutes of times pasted, the video feed of the recording monitor aboard the momentary Tripod satellite came on, to a roar of excitement in the PTN Control Room. They looked on in marvel as they for the first time watched the spacebound vessel observe Essari below it, yet it would be during the moment of the payload's guided descent that just a brief visual sighting would rock the world.

As the vessel was being remotely guided into position over the East Patsurian Plains, the video feed caught sight of an unidentified object that flickered a series of lights in strange pattern. It would only be seen on video for less than a minute before the recording device deactivated, but the discovery left the room of Tripod scientists awestruck. Each of the Tripod figureheads quietly pondered on the what they had seen on the monitor, with many quickly discrediting it as a trick of the light, or some form of debris on the screen before one yet unknown Red Throat stepped forward to pose a perilous idea.

"What if it's another satellite?"

And thus the spark for the space race had been ignited.
> Tech: Rocketry Acquired by Red Throats
> Final Essari Plot Point Unlocked

Rolled 1, 5, 5, 1, 7, 7, 2, 4, 5, 5, 4, 5 = 51 (12d8)

>>4107439
A fine mist covered the landscape one morning, for a kilometer around the AA node. It was truly vile, and several stitchers died who decided to hold their breath until the smell went away. Such was their determination.

Above the mists surrounding the AA node,was a rainbow, which the stitchers took for a promise by Emra to never shit on them again, and that some unknown sin was forgiven. The Whitestone stitchers took offense to it, and screeched until it had passed.
>>4108014
3,6>

the RTs began trading with the FGs who would seek machinery, their small settlement on the floating island became a beachead of diplomacy and trade, instead of an outpost of war.
>>4106159
>rolling for results of an unloved event, x4. If a race or invention is selected twice it will automatically roll up 1 until a vacant selection has been made.

>>4108760
Results.
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1,5,5
>PGs in stitcher tech, and its pretty ok.
--PG-Ostraljan War>Postlude.
The able bodied were too few, the Hurkun too few, and the cheese, by the gods, Emra, and whatever the thrice damned tripods worshipped, the cheese stocks were too few. Yet still, they traded. Oh it cost them, but they traded. The Stitcher Orthodoxy gladly traded their obsolete equipment, a sort of walking machine fit for one. The interface was complicated, and it for a grabraf, modifications had to be made, but it would do. It allowed the troops to march for days, and carry a heavier load across the worst terrain. Within another year, they would finish what had been started.
>Gained Stitcher exoskeletons. (Crude)

1(^2),7,7
>TGs using really good backpack helicopters
With a flair for the fabulous, and a talent for making dynamic entries, the Mad inventor of High Tootine; Do'Finch'ee created a small helicopter that allowed the brave or foolish to soar the skies without biotech. It was noisy, dangerous, and most of all fun. With the FG's natural inclination towards exploration, they took to the new toy with glee.
>Gained "Hoppi-Copter" (see wikipedia)

2(^3),4,5
FGs piloting air cushion hovercraft.
The FG developed a strange second gen biomechanical construct. A fleshy air cushion and rudder with a motor for inflation and propulsion. It was...odd.

5,(^6),5
NGs somehow using white stone stitcher tech.
Similar in size, the stitcher and NG seemed to be quite capable of piloting Security Hoppers. The small, silly looking units were easy to maintain and numerous. Most importantly they could be adapted to fit any number of weapons on their arm gimbals, allowing for use of battlefield salvage and scavenged materials.

No one knew exactly why they kept washing up on the shores of Ostralaja, but the NGs were not one to waste an opportunity. In each machine was a small letter written in common TG script. "No Pants." As they did not wear pants themselves, the NG could only assume this was a safety instruction for operational use of the machine, likely explaining a stitcher's penchant for nudity.

Rolled 5, 5, 5 = 15 (3d8)

>>4108776
Zet the Lost, Zet the successor.
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Zet watched as his Zaibatsu was outpaced by the Red Throat nations. It was a strange time, here in his final twilight, the world had changed so much, so fast. He often wondered if his rejection of Emra's gift was the wise one; in truth there was anxiety over his impending death, despite a stoic exterior.

Still, he had chosen the next. A successor. One of his many children, of those nameless, carefully groomed to lead an empire, ready to take the name. It mattered little now, he looked to the launch pad; on it was an arrogant thing. A vessel that may touch the stars. It was...his choice. A final way out, one last chance at self determination in a world that became increasingly entangled.

He had invited his old...nemesis, and business partner from the Omir'ten Kingdoms to watch, in the event the effort failed it may perhaps bring some closure to his simmering rage. It was still somewhat hollow, the efforts of this device were built on the cumulative knowledge of those who had advanced past them...It still didn't matter, it was time. He would be the first, but not the last.
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Rolling for: Zet's journey into space, How useful the mission is, and the Zaibatsu space program in the next decade,

>>4108794
In the coming years the Zaibatsu would carry on without Zet, for it had Zet, as it always would. The space program was different from the other Tripods, but despite its innovation, would always be a second string affair focused on launching small vehicles at high altitudes.

Zet the third's final mission would be a functional success. The craft launched from his magnum opus, the flying carrier, and towards the black of space. The only place where freedom might yet exist...automated telemetry spewed back data on all of the crafts highly instrumented equipment. The engine reported tollerances, heat, vibration, and mass spectrometry of the exhaust that revealed a subtle ablation of tri-nozzle set up. Zet himself reported the cracking of several display screens as vibration shook them into oblivion, as well as a failure of the primary life support system early in flight. The rations supplied were tasteless but functional for the microgravity environment as the ship began its terminal coast into the void.

It was all clinical. Professional. There was an example to set, and it would be. "My Zaibatsu...find me when you are ready. Meet me here, and rise to my challenge." He saw the frost forming in the cabin, but his skin couldn't feel it, not anymore, nerve endings were long dead to such sensation from years of Salhetite abuse. Without the filter of an atmosphere, the stars and sun looked unnatural, surreal. He knew that the atmosphere was turning toxic. He had meant to turn off the transmitter to his ship, but a mind starved of oxygen lead him back to a hallucination of his younger years, and instead he spoke his last to no one, and everyone. "Emra. I reject your offer. I am not fit for Eternity, not as I am..." each word was punctuated with a gasp "we are afraid of you, all of us, out of ignorance, and out of impotency. Out of a culture not ready. But were we always just..." there were words, so many more words, but a body pushed past its years finally gave up, the radio transmitted silence and the occasional gasp until it's batteries failed.
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Zet the fourth pondered the future of the Zaibatsu. There was peace. Trade. Emra. The final ramblings of his father; an offer that should perhaps be revisited.

Rolled 8, 8, 8 = 24 (3d8)

>>4100307
>>4099454
Over the course of two years, over a hundred iceberg-covered nodes were found. Most were too fortified or buried too deeply to study, but the dead and the weak were extracted and analyzed, perhaps not perfectly but to the best of RT abilities.
Additionally, it has been decided that a permanent research base must be set up on the pole, so as to constantly monitor the state of the Frozen Braffberg.
>rolling for estabilishing an outpost in the arctic, Studying AA-Borealis Nodes, and beginning an advancement in biology studies(will take 1d3 IRL days to complete)

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>4108838
And how long it will take to advance biology

>>4108808
[[Somewhere in High Orbit over Essari]]
--Spectre's Report: Solar Cycle 81,754,657--

Remaining Functionality of Facility had decreased to 30.874%. Prospects of Librarian CETI Model revised to a 91% certainty of contract with Sapient inhabitants within next 50 years.

Model revision based on recent findings of exospheric interaction regarding sapient vessel adrift in orbit. One biological onboard at time of discovery, yet subsequent contact with vessel unsuccessful due to expiration of biological. Likely causation: Natural Causes.

Vehicle design suggests correlation with sapient satellite sighted 1.23 cycles ago. Future contacts or sightings with Essarian Sapients anticipated throughout next 20 cycles.

--End Report--

>>4108838
Next official advancement to Biology is in the next technology tier following Atomic Age technologies.

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>>4108838
--Red-Throat Event: The Font of Life--

The Arctic Outpost the RT had setup was just a stone throw's away for the AA-Node Borealis. They quickly got to work studying the massive Braffberg, taking tissue samples and assessing it biological composition to understand how such an immense creature could survive in this polar desert. What they would discover though, would greatly enhance the Tripod's understanding of Life and subsequently open the door to a golden age of biological science, comparative in significance only to the great geographical/cartographic breakthroughs made by the Omir'ten decades before.

The Braffberg was found to contain samples, remnants of organisms that had previously been lost to time. Biological data of creatures extinct and living were found perfectly preserved within the behemoth creature. A taxonomical wellspring of creatures that the Red Throats were able to study extensively over intermittent periods of time, before falling back to escape the cold, and the ever-curious and voracious body of the AA-Node. This wealth of biological knowledge would take nearly a century before they would fully grasp what they would fully construct: The Road Map of Life on Essari. Ecology, Genealogy and advancements in numerous Biological and even Chemical Science fields would set the stage for the Red-Throats becoming the leading scientific minds in all of Essari.
> Red-Throat Tripods unlock Modern Age Technology
> Genetics Unlocked
> Ecology Unlocked

Rolled 7, 4, 2, 6, 5, 2, 3, 8 = 37 (8d8)

>>4108760
Rolling for expansion of Mysdrasil outpost settlement (setting up a launchpad is priority), and two rolls for Communications Satellite tech and one for ecology. Also two rolls for Flight for cockies and two for expanding their colonies in Foltania

>>4109110
Expansion of Mysdrasil outpost settlement boomed, much at the expense of communications technology. Within half a decade the outpost would become a sort of carbuncle on the area, swarming with traffic, and developing into its own local culture and flare. The Mysdrasil outpost was intune with the local ecology, and they proved to be a worthy custodian of the land, setting up extensive micro farms and organic crunchy foods on sticks. The Zaibatsu would sell no chemical pesticides or fertilizers here.

The Cocky Tripods of Omir'ten would continue to develop their aircraft, but were largely reliant on foreign expertise from the Zaibatsu and Panoram mainlanders. Improved metalurgy and fuels served to increase the reach of their machines. A local adaptaiton of Grabraf technology spawned a series of novel engines called the "turboprops".

Utilizing a combination of transportation technology available, the cockies set numerous outposts and two more major settlements on Foltania, primarily laying claim to the northern coastal region.

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Rolled 7, 3, 8, 1, 7, 8, 2, 8, 2, 4, 3, 1 = 54 (12d8)

>>4109862

Event: Unexpected Maneuvering

Voltanite Protectorate: Though the entirety of Sujardin was still fractious, the Voltanites would claim it as their protectorate, and carefully dole out technology and resources to create an infrastructure to support their vassal nations, and in turn, ensure they became reliant on the new infrastructure.

The senate were no fools, and all Major TG cities had observatories that reported the same thing. The Tripods as a whole were moving to conquer the stars. They had advanced technology, and industry on their side. The grabrafs had something of their own; tenacity, and a willingness to make do. Military development would be turned to civil use. During their numerous skirmishes it was not uncommon to utuilize a cannon and specialized shell to fire correspondence or intelligence over large distances. It was not improbable that they could reach the stars themselves, or at least control their own skies with such a capability...if appropriately scaled.
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Zaibatsu: Trade with the Omir'ten granted them access to the turbofan, but a notion was had that they might be able to approach this device from a different angle; the propfan. Under Zet the fourth, the Zaibatsu focused on consolidation and fortification of it's own territory, culture, and industrial capacity. Analog-hybrid computers would move them past their earlier electro-mechanical computers. As a final item, the young Zet began development on a prototype massive heavier than air frame, a sharp departure from his predecessors.

Stitcher crusade:

Despite setbacks, the continued fighting across multiple terrains, and intense logistics strains, and cultural differences, the Crusade benefited the Orthodoxy and Whitestone Empire. Numerous innovations and tactics were born out of necessity. The stitchers as a whole became the world's foremost experts on expeditionary warfare and marine tactics. Most significant were the adaptations of stitchers who replaced regular sized limbs with very large sized limbs, gaining a sort of exoskeleton as an offshoot of the mini stitcherbots.

Rolling for:
Voltanite super artillery space program (x4) stacking rolls, Zaibatsu propfans, consolidation (nationalism), computers, protoype aircraft, Stitchers on battlefield logistics, force projection, marine/ multidomain warfare, and biomechatronics.

>>4109883
For the Grabrafs, it would be a mixed victory of aerospace achievement. They would develop an orbital cannon, but at great cost; attempts to harness the awesome power of nuclear power had backfired, wiping off the face of Essari some of the greatest ballistic mathematicians the culture had yet known. In their wake would be the booming monuments to their greatness.
>grabrafs would be able to launch very small, short lived satellites into very low essari orbit.

7, 8, 2, 8
Zet the fourth would prove to be a powerful leader of industry and his people. A giant hulk would begin taking shape on Shatturne, powered by experimental propfans, and built by a workforce that fanatically served the zaibatsu. Banners and flags decorated the industrial cities, while families would dig in and reinforce their territory. This would come at a cost though; their ability to innovate in disruptive ways was stifeled for now, and analog computers would remain a niche item of limited production.

For the stitchers, all their experience was summed up as screeching madness in the jungles of Foltania. Those who underwent experimental surgery to control larger machines independently would die horrifically, but not before their berserk rampage killed the team behind the effort, silencing the idea for this era.

Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d8)

>>4107828
rolling

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>4107307
Only a few months after it's retrieval, the stitcherbot was once again ready for action. The command staff has picked out 3 potential spots where it's services could be of use:
>rolling 1d3 for where the machine's first "real" mission would be
>1- a tripod-made vessel had fallen from the sky in the seas between Sujardin and Panoram, it is believed that it could be part of the project to fly to the stars. Retrieving it could help the Voltanites catch up to the three-armed race.
>2- heavy underwater tremors have been often reported on the trade routes between Sujardin and Torray. They must be investigated.
>3- a lot of potential salvage still rots at Peripheral Terminus. Going back there could yield both a motherlode of resources and insight into the so-called "Large Leader"'s motives.

Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d8)

>>4109915
Rolling for how bad the situation actually is and for how much is learned about it

Rolled 6, 2, 2 = 10 (3d8)

>>4109894
While the prototype aircraft the Zaibatsu engineers were working on were of excellent make and could contend with, and sometimes even outperform their CT rivals, Zet the fourth still felt a need to go higher, to go bigger.
The Red-throats were struggling with their own engines being too fast and too forceful for them. If only they gave all that force much more mass to act upon, perhaps the problems with acceleration could be alleviated.
>rolling for Zaibatsu stealing NSWR engine tech from RTs
>(only if first roll is a success)rolling for starting work on supermassive heavier-than-air aircraft(500 meters in length, MINIMUM)
>(only if second roll is a success)rolling to keep supermassive aircraft project a secret

>>4109917
>Yea, its fucked m8.
The crew of the now "100% Voltanite Stitcherbot" hung precariously over blue ocean waters. Foam chopped and swirled around the edges of waves that broke on the bow of their support Vessel. A scientific trawler that was once a barge that had been pressed into military service for the Great Sujardin War.

As rusty as it was, there was life yet in it. The junior crew blinked away salt spray and gave a thumbs up to the large machine. In turn the operator crew returned a mechanized thumbs up back. explosive bolts disconnected the machine from the crane, and they rapidly sunk beneath the surface, into the depths.

Their navigational lanterns were already warmed up long before they hit the silt floor of the ocean, but were immediately unprepared for what was found. Vast amounts of machinery, excavating, building, and demolishing. They were clearly stitcherbots, but not from the orthodoxy or empire. Obvious tendrils like those of AA nodes were being uncovered and liberated bit by bit.

As if by miracle, they remained undetected as last generation Tripod made cameras and instrumentation captured the sights, and muffled sounds. There was abundant wreckage down here, from all the races, seemingly picked over or ignored in equal measure. Before surfacing they grabbed the best things they could and stuffed them into the 'bots storage cavity.

On the ascent a torpedo hammered the machine, rocking the crew, but allowing them to survive the ordeal.
(Roll a 1d8 to see how badly the stitcherbot was damage)
(Roll a 1d8 to see what bonuses you walked away with)
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>>4109936

The Zaibatsu would co-develop a nuclear ramjet engine with the Omir'ten. Far too massive for most airborne vessels, but promised near unlimited endurance.

(real world reading: http://large.stanford.edu/courses/2015/ph241/rossi1/ )

Zets ambition for a grand benchmark outstripped his ability to keep a secret. Early spy satellites quickly uncovered his flying edifice. Switching from propjets to nuclear ramjets delayed the project and required significant redesign to remove a bulk of the systems associated with fuel burning engines at that scale.

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Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d8)

>>4109995
The pictures came out notably smudged. Seems like tripod cameras weren't meant to be used deep underwater. Nevertheless, the eye of a grabraf is keen no matter the depth, and the crew offered a more or less complete description of the enemy machine... from the back, that is.
Unexpectedly lithe of build despite the crushing water pressure around it, the bot moved much less clumsily than the machine the grabrafs excavated. It couldn't be called fast by any means, but it wasn't slow either. The arms were stored in a pair of pylons when not in use, and at least the left one seems to have carried a torpedo launch system that could rotate to aim. No data is available on the front of the machine.

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>>4110076
The crew surfaced and their damaged machine was fished from the sea by the crane of their accompanying support vessel. Opting for in-situ repair, the damaged arms were cannibalized and stacked with a good spare from the lower set. Due to the modular design of the machine the effort was relatively straight forward. The second arm required a dedicated operator, but was a valuable asset to salvage and recovery, getting into wrecks where the machine could not. This left it lighter weight and simpler to operate for the primary pilot, but also awkwardly balanced.

The salvage that was recovered was indeed valuable. The forward section of some flying machine contained an intact electro-mechanical computer and documentation manuals. The other object grabbed was a sphere like capsule, containing a live stitcher from Taskforce Calcite. The stitcher had been observing the developments of a "Large Leader" on behalf of "the twins." His unexpected capture lead to a request of death by honorable electrocution, or returning him to Taskforce Calcite.
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>the stitcher seems to be familiar with your machine.
>the stitcher knows rumors of a black market for stitcherbot parts.
>the stitcher is revolted by your clothing, and has blindfolded itself due to lacking a knife in which to carve out it's own eyes.
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>>4109906
Ay'ay has left a positive or useful impression on Large Leader, enough that he has been released. Librarian will flesh out the results of this one.
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End stage event:

(if players want to tell a story of conflict between the Omir'ten and Stitchers, it a good idea to start. Dusting off any old characters from the previous threads is welcome if you wish. Walking female AA node, Di'Tan, etc.)
Skirmishes between the Omir'ten forces and that of the Crusades had intensified, but now the bulk of the stitcher force were closing in on the hard won settlement of the kingdom.

The Stitcher would call on every resource available, and even those not. They demanded the Voltanites honor their pact with them, and end this menace once and for all. It would put the Voltanites in an unenviable position; in the short term they would either loose trade from the Stitchers or the Tripods, and it was hard to say which was the more dangerous enemy to have.

Some may be tempted out of pure monetary offerings, others viewing it as a chance to upset the balance. It was an unsure thing if the other Tripods would support the Omir'Ten kingdom, let alone if there was a chance of nuclear retaliation.

Complicated plans revolving around false flags and manipulation of politics were formulated, and scapegoats selected. The PGs were far from done with the NGs on Sujardin, and the feeling was quite mutual.
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>players can outright declare war on either the stitchers or Omir'ten, there will be repercussions
>players can send "mercenaries" to either faction, which will still have consequences.
>players can abstain from conflict, or craft any convoluted scheme.

Rolled 3, 5, 3 = 11 (3d8)

>>4110132
It was decided that the next destination would be the voltanite-stitcher trade hub, as it was just a day of travel away and the crew felt it'd be proper to hand their discoveries in as soon as possible. The fear of this "large leader"'s forces following them might have also played a part in the decision to wing it towards the nearest well-armed, voltanite-owned joint.
>rolling for if large leader comes knocking or not
Once there, the stitcher and the capsule were given over to the local authorities, while the computer had been left back in the ship's brig to be delivered back to the mainland.
>rolling for the local voltanite militia interrogating the stitcher
At the same time, a part of the crew had ventured to the local marketplace - they needed some backup muscle fluid for the mech(a lot leaked out through the arm stumps). The place had a lot less stitchers running around than usual, but that just means there's far less pressure to strip down to just your feathers. One or two mechanics shops were still open anyways, so they'll get what they're looking for. And who knows, maybe they'll even find some second-hand stitcherbot parts or something! Wouldn't count on it, though.
>rolling for what the crew comes back to the ship with

Rolled 4, 1, 6, 8 = 19 (4d8)

Rolling for genetics and 2 rolls for proper ICBM nukes. And a fourth roll determining whether a very special episode of your favourite panoramian soap opera is broadcasted worldwide or not.

Also forgot to say the crew also tells the hub's command about the activity at the ocean's bottom and show them the photo

Rolled 4, 8, 3, 6 = 21 (4d8)

>>4110178
>>4110193
The grabrafs came back from the market with just the muscle fluid, some groceries and nothing more. At least the stitcher at the checkout seemed much more talkative. Asked about how's the day been, where their ship's heading, what are some ship chambers they never check that some spies could hide in... all that jazz.
>two Large Leader-allied stitchers and an escape raft have been hidden aboard the ship. They are to ensure that the evidence is disposed of
>rolling for if the stitchers manage to destroy the photo and kill the crew members that know too much
>another eight stitchers have been dispatched to the hub, they are to infiltrate it and ensure that the information about the operation does not get out
>rolling for how the infiltration goes and for whether they manage to "tie up loose ends"

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d8)

>>4110197
The ship was found months later, in mint condition, floating gently on the waves. It's insides were untouched; it appears the crew had died from a fatal gas leak. Among other critical assets such as the stitcherbot and the computer, a few photos were found aboard the mech, though they were far too blurred to decipher.
>rolling for a new crew being trained for the Voltanites's Marine Research Team
>rolling for studying the computer
Leaving the rest of the consequences to the GM

Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d8)

>>4110183
Very early efforts into the studies of genetics create awareness of viral "junk" dna, as well as the fact that the Cockies, Red Throats, and Bloodthroats are all still genetically compatible despite considerable drift.

An early ICBM test goes very poorly. Launch control lost telemetry of the missile as it crossed over the curvature of Essari. The warhead detached cleanly and began it's terminal descent,guided by electro optical sensors and a cutting edge one ton computer that compared stored photographs to what it "saw". As the projection of the camera began to match closer and closer to indexed map negatives, light would shine through the transparency of the map and against the sensor behind it, confirming a correct location. Another set of films would be rapidly loaded and cycled against the incoming visual snapshots until a terminal course had been selected. Sadly, the pictures were all several years old and the machine, while advanced for its time, was woefully incorrect about it's target.

Its twin flew fine on a vertical climb, and confirmed functionality of the launch vehicle. So thats good. People clapped with all three hands, oblivious to the disaster which was about to befall the unintended targets.

Across the world, Panoramian entertainment could be seen on the finest portable entertainment devices or radios.
(requesting a librarian to weigh in on this lore.)
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>>4110210
The new crew was a team of plucky youths. CGs who saught adventure above the caves would become pilot for the strange stitcher mech, while a small band of Castigars were financed for two years to serve a crew for the ship. A baseline FG and several TG would round the crew out, along with the unexpected addition of an FG from one of the floating islands. They all found their role well enough within the expedition, but a drunken brawl between the TGs destroyed the computer. Its remains were left with the local authority and through time made it to a research center, but were found to be woefully obsolete by the time a small team deciphered its operation. It was a starlight navigation system. The capability of the technology for other uses...was limited.

With little left to go on, the Crew was sent to investigate the stitcher mainland, and to observe all customs so as to maintain limited antagonization of their host's sensibilities.
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Rolling 1d8 to see what land mass the nuke hits, also rolling 1d8 to see nuke's intensity.
1-Sujardin
2-Moralve
3-Foltania
4-Nihiloram
5-Denui Island
6-Torray Isles
7-Shatturne/ Brouldia/ Jobani
8-Floating Isles

1- Dud
2- Well thought out dummy warhead
3-. 02 KT tactical nuke
4- 22 KT local developed nuke, dirty bomb. (extreme fallout)
5-100 KT Omir'ten supplied test article. Fission (fallout)
6- 500 KT Omir'ten Salhetite boosted nuke. Enhanced fusion. (minor fallout)
7- 25,000 KT Zaibatsu supplied, Fusion. (Negligable fallout)
8- Early MIRV device, 8x 10KT impacts on critical cities within the region.

>>4110247
If a population is nuked, yet no one is left to testify of it, has it ever happened at all? - Zet III

Moralve as a place of promise and great potential has ceased to exist. Future settlers will find shattered buildings around a very wide crater, and little else on a verdant and untamed continent.

>>4107224
>The alteration to whitestone's genetics by the forest grabrafs was such that their entire people were universal donors for stitcherkind. Arms that were attached were...twitchy, and at times grabby, as if they had a mind of their own. Later generations of study would improve stitcher medicine. For now, the Orthodoxy has found a reason to tollerate their friendly parts bins to the south.

To be honest, this would never happen. The orthodoxy already has prostectics and while they are on neutral terms with the Whitestones they would never do this. They view the WE as aberrations both philosophically and bodily. There is a reason why they had everyone born white killed when the WE tried to spread their mutation using biological attacks. Add to that the fact that this would mean brown stitchers with white arms. That's not even. Not at all.

It's important not to forget here the past history of the factions involved and the fact that Stitchers aren't human. They do not think like we or any of the more mentally "human" species do.

>>4110183
Ever since the arctic mission returned with it's first scientific findings, the RTs of Panoram had their whole world shaken. Not only did they began to understand how all species of Essari were related (The specifics still a little fuzzy,) but they also discovered exactly how closely related they were to their CT and BT brethren, and how distant their relationship was with the other sapients of Essari. At first glance, their differences were obvious, and one could simply draw conclusions by comparing the anatomy of idiotic animals like Pouchytails and Stitchers, to name an example. But now, RT had conclusive evidence that backed up their theory, the other so-called-intelligent species belong to entirely different clades than Tripods, and to worsen it all, the amount of different families they are closely related to had made scientists wonder if they were nothing but beast-like animals themselves. Panoram had already been visited by such species, the NGs which had to be driven away from Tripod settlements by force in the past, and the Voltanites who seemed to behave more like Tripods at first, but certainly had a war-like reputation that preceded them, showing that at heart, they were nothing but beasts as well. But this burden wasn't placed only on RTs. both Zaibatsu and Omir'ten alike had had to deal with the screeching Stitchers, which were aproximated to have the intelligence of a five year old Tripod.

The TPN already had the technology, albeit still a little primitive, to broadcast a signal that'd be able to spread their findings (only the relevant bits, of course) to the rest of Tripodkind all over Essari. Even if theoretically video should've already killed the radio star in Panoram, TVs were banned in certain workplaces for safety reasons, so most entretainment signals were transmitted in a format that separated audio and video, allowing them to be recieved by both TVs and radios alike, boosting the chances of their message being recieved in more rustic communities, like those in Jobani and Brouldia which werent affiliated to Zaibatsu or Cocky colonies in Foltania. The Mysdrassil colony had avised that, in order to continue their scientific endeavors there, FGs had to be excluded from the "kill-list", having already fabricated a story that justified their separation from the rest of the Grabrafs. (Which wasn't quite false, as the FGs had been made distinct enough by Emra's gifts already, the RTs weren't aware of the extent just yet due to language barriers.)

>>4110266
>stitchers
>the intelligence of a five year old Tripod
That's a bit generous if you ask me

Rolled 7, 7, 5, 2 = 21 (4d8)

>>4107828
>The Stitcher clicked his tongue as he struggled at first before speaking a fluent Voltanite dialect.

Stitchers are physically unable to speak the grabraf languages, This was established in one of the earlier threads, I believe, While they could sort of emulate some tongues, it would never be "fluent". Though I do get the atmosphere you're trying to establish here.


Also,
>>4104725

> Cocky defensive rolls in Foltania
> Mystery happenings in the Colony rolls

>>4110275
Well Large Leader has been shown to deal with d*rk e*ves, and those have the tech to make voiceboxes, so maybe he bought one at Omir'mart

>>4110266
The broadcast, over an hour long and narrated in choir (which was standard for Bushdaran soap operas anyways,) is too long to lay out in full, but a few highlights include:

"—Zaibatsu and Omir'Ten, your predestined lines of royal successors shall inherit this lines, but in Panoram, we believe our descendants to be the devices in which you hear this transmission. For our planet is sick, and if we do nothing, machines will be the only testimony left by Tripodkind in it—"

"—Tripodkind has long feuded with itself across history, petty disputes over land and resources. But this land is vast enough to house billions more!— (...) — Let's put an end to these skirmishes, the Patsurians learned to live with their neighbours long ago, and the Bushdarians aided the Zutsuilans after their demise, so we call for the Zaibatsu and Omir'ten to let their cousins in Jobani and Brouldia live in peace. Expand no more where a Tripod dwells! For there is plenty of land free of Tripodkind that needs to be settled: Moralve, Foltania, the Torray Archipelago, and Sujardin, all the countless islands in our oceans and every square inch of ice in our poles...—"

"—Have we not proved to be the superior species in this planet yet? All Tripod faiths uphold this truth, for we have rational soul and they don't, ask a Shaman in Jobani, a priest in Nihiloram, or a technician in F'qwad, they will all answer the same —(...)— These beasts may be good trade partners and allies in war, we have fallen into temptation as well, but hear our voices as we shout into the skies: 'Grabrafs make excellent beasts of burden, Stitchers shall forever toil in our fields!' —"

"—Essari suffers as well, have you not noticed the melting of the poles? The thickening of the air? The decay of our fishing vessels? Tripodkind is not to blame, for long ago we discovered the power of the atom, and a clean society is on the horizon for us. But the feathered beasts of the south burn coal at an unimaginable rate, the screeching animals of the east pollute the oceans with heavy metals (...)—"

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>>4110297
>pic related

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>>4104725
>>4110275


In Fixari Heights the Stitcher Evening, lead by Ick Bi’k, member of the Whitestone Imperial House, would come to learn of the one weakness shared by both Stitcher-bot and Hopper-bot; they did not do well with steep, mountainous terrain. Also, they made for really poor ambushing. When the Stitchers came upon the Cocky outpost, it was already well prepared. The Tripods had been able to hear the force hours before either side where within visual range of each other. This had allowed the Tripods, a couple of hundred strong, to prepare. And prepare they did. Weak-points in the cliffs on the Stitchers’ approached had been rigged with remote explosives, the few Bi-planes that the outpost claimed use of had been moved to a location north, out of view from the enemy, and the Tripods had then in turn taken up positions surrounding the outpost.

Thus Evening’s ambush attempt began with the sound of explosions and the rock terrain giving way under the feet of their Vanguard. In the blink of an eye thousands of lives had been lost, taking a chunk out of the southerners’ morale. This was not so much caused by the loss of lives as the destruction of nine out of ten of the Whitestone Force’s crown jewels, the Imperial Class Stitcherbots, all steered by members of the Whitestone house. However great the loss, within minutes the Stitchers were advancing again; more enraged than scared by the loss of life, for death was a fact of life. Once within range of the Outpost, the Stitchers started hailing it using their EM-cannons as close-range forces advanced under coverage of the cannon fire. By the time they realized that the outpost was empty it was too late. Under coverage of the noise of the Stitcher artillery the Tripod bi-planes had now made their way above the stitcher artillery. What followed was death raining from above as bi-planes dropped their loads on top of the unsuspecting Stitchers, only to just as suddenly retreat to Omi’tolt after their tasks had been completed.

Similarly at the outpost, many of the Stitcher ground forces saw their ends as Tripods stationed in the cliffs around opened fire. The tripods might’ve had the advantage of suprise, but the Stitchers had the advantage of expendable Stitchers. The Cocky Tripod garrison, a few hundred strong fell as the small screeching creatures returned the fire in kind. Bigger, chunkier Stitchers carrying large shields in combination would even charge the hills in attempts to take out sniper positions using sword and pistol, much to the Tripods’ surprise. Of course, that tactic was mostly unsuccessful in this situation, much to the surprise of nobody (except perhaps the Stitchers).

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>>4111114
As the Tripods standing became fewer and fewer it became clear to their commander, Laek Shae, that in this engagement tripod tactics would not win over sheer numbers. Together with the tripods stationed with him he recited the Triunist psalm “May God forgive us for our toil” and then entered the detonation codes into the remote trigger.

The mountain went up in flames as the god killer incinerated Tripod, Stitcher and Machine alike. Many a stitcher who survived the blast would find themselves hemorrhaging blood and loosing skin in a span of hours to days. Only a fifth of the Stitcher fighting force would come out of the blast relatively unscathed and only a third of the Stitcherbots, walkers and hoppers were in functional. Those who felt the poison of the killer sun within made their way south to the nearby node / Field, thus giving back what they had spent their lives taking. Those too sick to make their way by their selves were carried by the few EM-hopper tanks that remained functional. It would be a two month before the force had re-organized and started moving again.
Too the west it was a simpler story. The Tripods fought valiantly, and the Stitchers, they were simply out of their element. Their EM Hopper-tanks, Stitcherbots and other mechanised arms simply weren’t made for the marshy ground, constantly getting caught and stranded in the mud. For weeks there was a standstill as the Tripods, numbering a few thousand, managed to hold back the Stitcher force numbering in the hundreds of thousands, along the Coiling Snejk River. While the Stitcher EM-cannons could shoot down the Bi-planes, the tripod mines hidden in the mud made moving the mechs about treacherous.

Stationed in the marshes and commanding the Cocky defensive force was the Defensive Operations Excecutive of the Marshes (The DEOM, AKA “The Big Cock”), Ranka Kos’vor. Ranka had been there during the failed suicide attack on Omi’tolt two years ago made by the small creatures. He knew how cunning the little screechers could be, but he also had an understanding of how set in their ways the creatures were, based off the few Stitchers that were captured during the attack. The plan to deal with the invaders had therefore been simple, keep them stuck here by continuous use of baiting tactics until the war back at home finished or Omir’ten otherwise became able to spare troops to its most distant colony. He therefore kept luring the Stitchers into traps, feigning weakness on one front, only to flank the larger force when it tried to press the perceived advantage, leaving the heavy Stitcher machines stuck in the bog and unable to turn to retaliate quick enough.

>>4111120
The Tripods would just as quickly pull back and again reinforce the "weak spot". This had continued for two weeks now, the Tripods baiting and striking, all while very slowly surrendering inch by inch to the enemy, and Ranka was intent on having this continue. As long as the Stitchers were stuck in the Marshes they could be dealt with. It was unfortunate that it seemed impossible to starve the little shits to surrender. Ranka found the answer as to why when a captured stitcher somehow snagged the rifle of one of his men, only to eat it.

This battle had begun like many others. Ranka knew that the Stitchers were too stubborn to pull back and the Tripods held the only other feasible way out of the marshlands; north. Thus they feigned a retreat from the fording location of the Coiling Snejk River, leaving only a small lookout force stationed, while moving the bulk of the army south-west into the marches. The Stitcher Warmachine once again moved north and the defenders in the north once again put on a feigned resistance as the South-western force moved in to flank the Evening. Once again Stitchers by the hundred fell as Tripod’s crawling in the mud opened fire and once again most of the machines where unable to turn around and retaliate. Ranka was stationed north of the river, receiving reports and sending out orders by radio. Everything proceeded according to plan, the South-western force kept pounding the Evening while the enemy machines made little headway towards the river.

Then, four hours later, broken radio communications started pouring in. “The marshland is moving! Oh god, they’re in the mu-” “They were waiting on us! Oh Emra, oh Go-”. Ranka quickly gave the order to pull out, but within an hour the only replies he got from the south-west was radio silence.


*Thunk!* *Thunk!* *Thunk!*

Ranka recognized the sound. That wasn’t any Tripod weapon. He could hear the beastial Tripod cries as his men faced the intruders. “Quick! Get some order out there!” He called out to his second, while reaching for the rifle. “Yes, Sir!” The Vice DEOM nodded and swung open the entrance to the tent. *Thunk!* The Tripod’s body was flung back by the force, he head missing. In its place a strangely small stitcherbot arm holding a EM-Rifle. >>4104114

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>>4111125
“Eraitae?!” Ranka brought the rifle close, safety off.

“Coordinating by radio. Not the smartest choice. You should have encrypted the signal.” The voice was a crude facsimile of the Rag’Ohki tongue, the closest that a Stitcher’s screechy vocal chords could come. Ranka jerked right, depressing the trigger. With a thunder and a crack the rifle was gone, two of his arms broken. “A noble attempt. For a dark elf, that is.” In front of him stod two Stitchers; Their pale spotted bodies only adorned in silver jewelry. “Of course you didn’t know we were listening to you. Why would you? After all, why would the crude creatures from the south have access to that technology?”

“FOR GOD AND KING!” The tripod roared as he threw all his strength behind his good arm. A flash of brilliant light followed by a cracking sound and was blackness. The endless void embraced him. ‘No! This can’t be!’ ‘This can’t...’

Now, once again the Great Evening was moving north. As much of the leadership had mysteriously been felled in the marshes, the resurgent force was now under the complete grasp of the Strange pair. Three months after the warring had begun the Evening had made its way to the border of the Omir’ten Colony. It had succeeding in either expelling or eliminating its enemies, but the former had been a strategic victory for the enemy and the latter had been a Pyrrhic victory. Assembled, the Evening now numbered half the Stitchers and Mechanized arms of what had originally set out from the southern Orthodoxy colony half a year ago.

What happened next at Omi’tolt would decide the fate of the Evening, and in the Stitchers’ minds; the World. This was the first step in eliminating the Dark Elf made flesh, and the Stitchers would succeed or become nutrients for the fields trying. That said, they would be in for quite a surprise when they arrived on the border south of Omi’tolt…

>Cont some time tomorrow.

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>>4109110
>Before proceeding, I must address the following. The Ecology roll is unnecessary because the R-T have already unlocked it, as well as Genetics. Additionally, even if the Communications Satellite rolls had been sufficiently high, the R-T lack one prerequisite for such a technology: Synthetic Materials. This will be available for rolling and succeeded on with roll of 6 or higher.

--Red-Throat Event: The Stairway to Heaven--
The quality of life in the Mysdrasil Isles had vastly improved in recent months in large part to recent improvements of trading and socio-political relations between the RT of the Jadijinese Empire, the FG of Mysdrasil and surprisingly for the Red-Throats, the TG discovered living in great walled cities that seemed as if designed to safeguard their avant-garde society from the primal wilderness that surrounded it.

They had only possessed a single outpost originally, a sort of cultural embassy and trade hub to prudently interact with the at times volatile FG locals. A recent change within FG society however had led to more open exchange with the once estranged Tripods, which translated happily into a trade of raw materials and manufactured goods that were largely exchanged for by some dubiously savant FG leaders for plots of land on the Floating Isles of which they were sanctioned to build further trading outposts and even settlements, which Jadijinese Empire all but quickly jumped at the opportunity to lay claim to. Within months the PTN Project had gained a new expansion point in the form of a rapidly constructed airship harbor and what would in the years to follow become a stepping stone for the launching of future manned rocket launches.

--Cocky Tripod Event: The Bounties of Foltania--
The Omir'ten were still reeling from the heavy losses of valuable lands in the once fertile and densely populated regions of Lake Ti'Folt and King's Field, now degraded by the yet to the long terms effects of radiation. Decontamination efforts were progressing as fast as any could expect, but the reconstruction and relocation of agricultural production and a swath of displaced Omir'ten citizens forced the Royalty and Politicians of the Kingdom to look to Foltania with renewed interest. The still largely unorganized colonies of the vast continent had been under threat of attack by the xenophobic Stitcher race in recent years, and even their alliance with one Large Leader and his hodge-podge host of perhaps 50,000 Stitcher were nowhere near enough security to assure the safety of its colonial holdings. More importantly though, Foltania was home to fertile plains, dense forests and ore rich mountains and deserts that held a wealth of resources could easily rebuild it's scarred regions of the Omir'ten.

So a second wave of colonization, consisting of millions of Omir'ten citizens and military divisions would begin expanding across Foltania, fortifying it's once loosely defended lands and now posing a real threat to Stitcher Crusade.

>>4110247
>>4110252
>If a population is nuked, yet no one is left to testify of it, has it ever happened at all? - Zet III

--Moralve Event: The Blinding Light--
The fledgling CG colony established by the Subter Empire was less than a year into it's establishment. Most were still struggling with the concept of functioning fully as an above ground settlement, as even their most interactive trade-cities back in Sujardin were at least partially, if not mostly subterranean. Still the intrepid pioneers of the Subter Empire had done well and with their colony entering it's first anniversary, a vessel was being prepared to send word back to it's mainland kin.

Such aspirations were not meant to be though, as that evening while most of the CG slept, as a small guard kept watch for any hostile wildlife, they would all be snuffed out in a flash of nuclear fire that engulfed the hapless Subter Colony and also flattening any forest or other tall structure within a 5 mile radius.

The truth of who launched it (it was the Jadijinese) would be lost to the annuls of time, as the Subter Empire would come to the assumption that lost contact with the colony was the result of the colonies overall failure, and ultimately a fruitless venture in planting entirely surface colonies in other lands, without adequate reconaissance.

>This was kind of a soft retcon for the ICBM event, and I would like to say going forward, that I'll be more vigilant on when and how ICBM event will be handled in the remaining threads.

Rolled 5 (1d8)

Outwardly, the Subter Empire seems a strangely unified uopia. There seems to be little internal conflict and only minimal external strife. But that's not entirely true: The nature of the railway makes formerly untouched land more accessable, yes, but it also makes land easily skipped over, making middle men less important and centralizing mercantile power where the resources are produced and where they are sold. This means Huzduk sucumbs to a glorified railway station - a necessary one, yes, since the only way to go by rail is from Subter territory to Subter territory, but one of little consequences.
This means the Huzduk economy tanks while the rest of the Empire flurishes. There is really only one way for the region not to impoverish completely: customs.

Now, within the Subter Empire, there are no customs, that was one of the big points in favor of unification, and Huzduk doesn't have the political clout to change that. So voices of secession are becoming loud - If Huzduk manages a peaceful split from the Empire, then they can just tax the shit out of anything coming from Satokh-Otai to the contienent and from the rest of the Empire into the Unity. They would be amazingly rich.

Rolling for that. 1 and 8 have special outcomes. 4 and 5 will not have crushingly boring outcomes. This roll will have interesting consequences, no matter fucking what.

>>4111537
>I'm going to make an additional note here to tie in the Omir'ten colony expansion with The Evening/Stitcher Crusade events here. >>4111114
>>4111120
>>4111125
>>4111128

The expansion of the both colonial regions in Foltania occurs at a time shortly after the aforementioned posts above, largely due to the disjointed string of events that have been occurring outside of Foltania. My GM assessment will be that any attack on Omi'tolt would occur just weeks or months after the arrival of tens of thousands of new CT to the continent.

Just because new arrivals are here though, doesn't mean that their odds of defending Omi'tolt are that much greater.

>>4111993
5 is:
>Over 4, so the idea goes through
>Hella far away from 8, so there is trouble aplenty

The provintial government votes to secede. there is huge public support because the commonfolk are the ones suffering most from the economic situation. Here, they think, these far away regions of the Subter Empire use us as a trainway station, profiting, but we get left behind? That is hardly just. What the provintial government proposed is quite right, and many volunteers enlist in the TSF(temporary security forces) and help in the building of the gigantic stop gaps and gates that will from now on ensure that every train will pay its due.
Huzduk has, overnight, found its national identity again.
A polite message is sent to the Senate of Subter, explaining to them the decision of Huzduk to strike out alone into the world. The senate - not entirely surprised by the general direction of the events, Huzduk having been reeling from war expenditures due to its location, and having entered into independent economic relations with the Goltona Republic before - but entirely surprised by the naivite of this declaration, simply sends a peace keeping force. A few hundred would suffice, they decide, to bring down a delusional governor.
They are wrong. This is what the TSF had been made for, and so the national guard is thrown out by armed civilians in makeshift uniforms with the new symbol of Huzduk on it, a rail line with two gates.
[The above is what happened right at the time of the roll]
[The next post is what happened in since then]

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>>4112522
Trains still ran, of course, they were an economic powerhouse. And of course, when they ran, they would be taxed by customs. The Huzduk welcomed them and let them through no matter what, as long as they paid.
But while this commerce went on, the Subter Empire halted all actual imports to Huzduk, forbade any Huzduk entrance into the Subter Empire and treated with hostility all Huzduk strongholds within the Empire, dispossessing Huzduk expats, with some lynched by mobs.
The new government of Huzduk - The High Office of Customs - threaten to bring up arms against the violation of Huzduk rights in the Subter Empire. In return, the Subter Senate pins some murders on Huzduk terrorists. Rhethoric heats up, Huzduk stocks up the TSF (Now Trainline Strike Forces) and looks elsewhere for help:
Nekonahu extends its hands. The Merchant princes know that investing in Huzduk, giving them banking rights to boot, would be a net loss short term. But the relations this will bring with Goltona, the access to train lines as well as the ability to simply cut off half the continent from its biggest life line? Too juicy a proposal not to take.
And so customs in Huzduk are soon paid in debt paper, signed with the official Huzduk seal.

Pictured, a Huzduk Custom's Officer.

>>4112537
oh yea, also since Huzduk isn't getting the remote heating through Darzadgar on demand anymore, but only through tapping into incidental pipes, the 'outside' in the caverns is a lot colder now, hence the clothing.

Rolled 5, 5, 5 = 15 (3d8)

Fuck it, gonna make a few more rolls to be resolved over the next couple days.
>Tech roll PG: Servomotors
>Tech roll Stitcher: Advanced Chemistry Whitestone Stitchers
>Exploration roll: Whitestone Exploration of the South Pole.

If the Chemistry rolll succeeds, I will give a +1 to the Exploration roll for reasons that will become apparent and will likely find the approval of the QMs.

Rolled 7, 1, 4, 4, 7, 6, 8 = 37 (7d8)

>>4106189
*minor update*
-wow I fucked up there. The Ostralajan's certainly were horrified to find that the Coalition now considered them to be food, even if it was only a modest bump to their supply lines, it was enough to keep the war machine grinding ever forward.

---Bitter conclusions---

The interlude between conflicts was enough that the NGs were repopulating, but in truth all they had were owlets, children incapable of the demands of war.

Their mysterious benefactor may have very well been a shipping error, as gradually the whitestone supplies dried up, but their local salvage horde was strong. It was a time that would make or break their nation. The Voltanites had blockaded them into their lands, preventing their righteous conquest. They were the chosen! They alone had been gifted by their god, and justly so, to strike down those that would oppress them. Now they stood at the edge of oblivion, there would be a heroic last stand, but the numbers and resources were not on their side...

To seek aid, they dispatched numerous envoys to Denui island, and pled their case to the Forest Grabrafs over jury rigged radio equipment. Those brave enough would cover themselves in rags and attempt to sue the sumpter empire for peace or intervention on their behalf.

>Rolling for: Emisary blockade run to Denui, and Denui's response (low is a suggestion of exodus to their lands, high is a mobilization for war against the PG...and TG. Mostly everyone.) FG's willingness to help (Again), and the Sumpter empire' heart.
x4
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General Hu'ti'ootin Looked across his personal company, the 506th "Flesh Eaters". He was one of many who had partaken of the forbidden, and grew to hunger for it. Drool ran freely from his gnarled beak, he was one of the half breeds, those PG who had FG blood in their veins. They said FG blood made savage the Grabraf. Perhaps it was true.

Multiple riders had been sent to petition nearby TG cities to deploy their awesome "sky breachers", cannons built on a scale of such as to bring into question the sanity of their builders. Still incomplete, they had the potential to bombard NG settlements long before, and long after the conflict began in earnest. Best of all it appealed to those fancy bastard's egos. Without risking a feather they would have the "lessers" fight their battles for them. It mattered little, there would be meat on the tables again shortly....

>rolling for: TG cities willing to aid them, accuracy of fire, and how safe it was to fire the incomplete guns.
x3
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>>4112629
The brave blockade runners of Ostralajan made it there with no loss of life, and only superficial damage to their ships, but the NGs of Denui had no sympathy to their plight. They left the land that was gifted to them, seeking more. The risk was their to take, and it was now being paid for. The elders of the clans suggested very strongly that they commit a mass exodus home. They would welcome them, but not aid them in this foolish and prideful war.

The skyborn FG responded with limited interest, seeking genetic stock to "Enrich". The offer was not what they had hoped for. Though should it come to it, they could commit their numbers to a horrific transformation into beasts of war, with metabolisms so unstable they would not last the month, but would carve a trail of ruin. Such was the FG's offer.

The Sumpter empire's heart had grown cold, dealing with the struggle as it had. They needed labor, simple and true. Cheap labor. If the NG emigrated into the dark below, they would serve a tenure of no less than 4 generations of indentured servitude. Their rights would be that of food, labor, and existence. Work would be rewarded with excess food, and improved habitation space. They would have the right to carve out their own settlement, for Essari's underground had space for all. The size similarity between the two would also ensure a more comfortable life, outside of being underground.

There were no easy choices here, and the population was beginning to divide on what was the best option. The reign of fire from above served to expedite the choices.
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Hu'ti'ootin swaggered for the first time in years down the ranks of his men. Seven of the gilded bastards had agreed to lend their thunder to this cause. It was confirmed that despite being incomplete the guns were very safe to fire, and only lost mild accuracy for what they were...Already booms sounded in the far distance. The TG would slowly "walk" the fire up the territory of the Ostralajans, herding them into the Coalitions waiting lines. The PG would lay claim to the plains, and the TG could reclaim their lost cities. This was a war to make their ancestors proud, to make Xerho proud! The gods smiled upon him, he knew it. Surely, Ostralaja would be no more.

Rolled 2, 3, 6, 2 = 13 (4d8)

Rolling for synthetic materials (2 rolls), hydro power and cultural exchanges with the FG

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>>4112584
>Stitcher Advanced Chemistry: success
Whitestone weavers are working on one thing, and one thing only: What can you do with crystals? Turns out, quite a lot, at the molecular level. One thing you can do, apparently, is make them catch oxygen ions. if the crystal is ground down enough and put into a carrier medium - like any liquid - they can be breathed in and broken down in the Stitcher lung, and the oxygen is there able to be used. Breathable liquid is one of the early consequences of the advancement in chemistry. No one can vouch for its safety, but then again, noone cares.

>Whitestone Exploration: Success. (6, if you count the +1!)
Remember the last expedition? We all know that failed because of a lack of tools against the cold. Now, clothing is ruled out, that much is clear. Stitchers abhore clothing. But what they do have is thermoregulative liquid. And now, the means to make any liquid breathable. Huh. The Stitcher cold suit is invented.
It is not good for your health.
>requesting resolution for South Pole exploration

>Servos for PGs.
I'll resolve this when I have art for it. Until then, anybody can do stuff with this! Knock yourselves out!

>>4112747
please specify which faction you're rolling for

>>4112753
red throats obviously, since theyre the only ones with access to those rolls anyways

Rolled 5, 2, 7, 4, 8, 3 = 29 (6d8)

>>4112584
The first servomotors were bulky affairs; the circuitry guiding them cruder than that made by tripods, and as such taking much space; a single servo could stand half as tall as a grabraf. A more pressing problem was found not in the machinery, but in the people: the servos needed skilled engineers to make and experienced controllers to operate, and of both there were woefully little. Still, the servos slowly spread across the lands.
Seeing the potential in the new servo technology, some enerprising industrialists have decided to invest in educating the masses in the intricacies of engineering, to fill out their workforce with qualified cadres.
>rolling for raising the education level of PG and thus creating more high-qualification workers
At the same time, the tech was appropriated by the military as well. The use of servos could lead to the creation of new, high-precision aiming systems.
>rolling for high-precision artillery and anti-air for (in order): Voltanites, Tootine, Nekonahu, Xerhonoke, and Castigars

Rolled 8, 4, 4, 7 = 23 (4d8)

Cocky Tripods, in their renewed colonizing spirit, decide to double down on their defenses abroad in Foltania. Having listened to the RTs message they also decide, what the hell, and ask for assistance.
Rolling for : Fortifying existing settlements, espionage on their colonial rivals, military aid from Panoram, civilian aid from Panoram.

Specifics decided on subsequent rolls.

Rolled 4, 2, 2 = 8 (3d4)

>>4112866
Cool. Will write proper post later.
>Nat 8 on fortifying, nice. Anyways 2 rolls for specifics
1. Upgraded walls (better blast resistance)
2. Anti-Stitcherbot turrets (Repurposed Anti-Air batteries courtesy of Patsuria-Jadijinik)
3. Trenches/Mines/other obstacles placed in the surrounding perimeter
4. Small Ranger aircrafts (Courtesy of Jadijinik-Panoram, think aerostatic balloons but Tripod-tech)
>4 on spy :(
>4 on military aid :(
>7 on civilian aid :)
Veteran engineers from the Bushdarian chapter of the Song of Gears are sent to the Foltanian colonies. Whether their age is a sign of expertise or decrepitness is an interrogant for another day. Besides the boons mentioned in the fortifying roll, they will:
1. Boost cocky rolls for techs already investigated by RTs (nukes and space stuff excluded)
2. Boost new cocky military rolls
3. Boost rolls concerning non-military stuff in the colonies.
4. Boost space rolls

Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>4112830
I have still one PG roll left. I'll reroll the Nekonahu aiming system roll.

>>4112972
Truly, they will have to look for other ways to counter jets. I wonder...

>>4111128
>>4111994
>>4110275

Theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoF9HUvYPKs

On Derwuday, the 15 of Thawmonth in the year 1113 O.T. a fleet of Strange gilded Ships with stacks of black smoke billowing out of them were spotted off the coast by the 8th Ship of the 5th Fleet, as it was returning from a supply run to Omi’tolt. With the wave of immigrants coming the home country orders had been given for the Colony’s fleet to guard the open sea in-between the two continents, seemingly ignoring the possibility of a Stitcher attack coming along the coast. The orders coming from Omi’Tolt’s Capitol had been strange recently, but Captain Eal’Shae had got used to it.

The Omir’ten Ship hailed the strangers over radio in numerous tripod tongues and Voltanite pidgin, asking them to stop and identify themselves. This was repeated several times with no reply. Warning shots were therefore made from the Omir’ten ship. The strange fleet responded in kind by firing at the tripods. A sea-battle commenced where the technically superior Omir’ten ship, with its more experienced crew managed to take down two gilded ships within the hour. For a while t seemed that while outnumbered, the Tripods weren’t outmatched. That was until the strangers started shooting Grabrafs at them.

With a great crashing sound something had penetrated their iron hull, but no explosion had come. The ammunition's department had found a Grabraf like nothing they had seen before, clad from head to toe in what looked like Crystalline Stitcherbot armor brushing itself off. The confusion had come quick and their deaths quicker still. Gunfire and confused tripod screams could be heard throughout the ship, as the intruders made their way through its corridors, dyeing its corridors red. When the command bridge had been breached, the crystal clad grabrafs had ordered the Captain to turn the ship around and sail it back to Omi’tolt. The Captain had of course refused, only to be decapitated. This continued down the ranks, each Tripod being ordered to turn the ship around. Each refusing only to meet their end. Eventually it was the 2nd Helmsman who agreed to follow through with their demands; all while pleading them to spare her and her family at the colony.

The Omir’ten ship was hailed by the Capitol as it closed in on Omi’tolt. Hasty answers were given that they had come into conflict with an unidentified fleet and fought it off, only for much of the commanding brass to get killed by an unfortunate explosive round to the command bridge. The Capitol acknowledged and asked the ship to come in and dock.

>>4112997
For some weird reason, half of the city’s guard had been given the day off. Thus understaffed and overwhelmed, the defences on the walls were breached and fell before the vacationers had been called in. With the city walls undefended, the enemy fleet came sailing into the Harbour. Tripod military and Civilians alike offered up whatever resistance that they could but the ships bombarded buildings and streets alike while but wave upon wave of boats filled with uniformed Plains Grabrafs in strange kettle-helmets was sent out and eventually made landfall within the city. Eventually, many of the strange Grabrafs from the walls came down to support their brethren at the harbour and it simply became too much. The Tripod defenses cracked and an unorganized retreat became a rout. Death came spiraling down.

Kettlehelmet squadrons lead by adorned PG and TG pairs quickly made their way through the city’s streets; Cutting and burning down all resistance, while ignoring those stood back. It was not long before they had breached the Capitol building.

For three days the Stitcher Evening had marched north into the Tripod lands. The few tripods that were found in the populated villages that existed were put to the power lines. It was strange how no official resistance was offered, how it almost seemed that the tripods on the countryside had already hidden themselves. Most of the Stitcher horde offered it no second though, but Riishii’ and Ti’kree understood, something had happened. Someone had been here first. The question was who.

The Columns of black smoke was visible long before the Stitchers saw the city; A both joy and anger flooded through the Stitchers’ neurons. Someone had snubbed them of their prize. When they crested the final hill, they could see a wounded city; large section of it either charred or turned to rubble. Purple banners were flying over the walls and it appeared that Grabraf figures were standing guard. A delegation of Stitchers, Riishii’ and Ti’kree included, went down to the city in order ascertain the situation. When they came to its southern gates an effeminate Plains Grabraf in a gilded uniform was waiting on them.

“Oh, the Stitchers! We have been expecting you! Now come along, we have no time to waste!”

>>4112999
The delegation was lead through the mainstreet of the city. They watched as Tripods under the guard of Kettlehelmets were clearing out rubble and dowsing the flames that still burned by the harbor. As they moved along the main street they came upon squads of PG led by single TGs. The TGs were carrying lists and in a calm manner pointed at windows of the apartments around them. The PGs did as they were ordered, stormed the apartments, brought the Tripods out along the street and had them shot. Strangely enough, most apartments were left unharmed. That was one thing the delegation noticed; there were to many tripods freely moving about. Something was off.

When they entered the great hall of the Capitol a booming voice greeted them “Greetings, my Irritable Neighbours!” “Come! sit! We have much to discuss!” A large, heavy set tripod sitting on a thorne dominated the hall, the metal ornaments and medallions clinking as he motioned. Next to him sat three Grabrafs: A One-eyed Gray PG wearing a uniform similar to that of the PG that had originally greeted them at the city gates, A TG in a civilian suit of the Kholeskan fashion, and an FG-looking TG wearing his symbiote companion in the Crystplate fashion. As the delegation made their way further into the hall, they noticed that not just Grabrafs, but also Tripod guards were stationed within the hall.

The Stitchers were not amused. “For whom do you speak?” Ti’kree void of emotion, taking in the situation.

“Oh, where are my manners!” The Tripod brushed a non-existant speck of dust from his cape. “Al’Shafar Ti’rase 23rd in line to the throne of the Great Omir’ten Empire.” Something hit the tripod. “Oh, Wait! Fourth in line to the throne after the happenings of these last weeks. Very sad stuff! Absolutely overcome with grief!” It took no Stitcher from I’eek to tell that he clearly were not.

“And next to me..” The tripod pointed a food-smeared finger at the Grabraf in the Crystplate armor. “Is my new friend, Konokia Nilohk!” She was clearly not amused by this. The Stitchers listened quietly, observing the specimen before them. Loads of babble and monologing followed until the Al’shafar finally came to the point.

“This will be the start of something wonderful!” He took another mouth-full of Hurkun cheese. “On this day, 19 th of Thawmonth 1113 I, Al’shafar Ti’rase, declare that the Foltanian colony Omi’tolt and all of its inhabitants hereby officially will become subjects of the Kholeskan Crown. In exchange for their protection and support, The Cocky tripods of Foltania will be able to live free from central rule of the north. I further declare that all further claims to Foltania outside of currently inhabited lands are relinquished, while recognizing it all to belong to the greater Stitcherkind.”

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Rolled 6 (1d8)

Modern problems require modern solutions - and the stitcher problem is the most modern problem of all. With a generous donation of second-hand IR seekers from their new friends, the Zaibatsu, some Cocky ingenuity, and lots and lots of napalm canisters, the "Tipsy mk1" series of robots were created, so named for their tendency to move like they just had two full gallons of the strongest brew a grabraf barista could legally serve you.
The machine's construction, while novel, is simple: a rotor at the top provides lift and a pod holding the simplistic circuitry and the IR sensor at the bottom provides counterrotation. The constant spinning allows the sensor to quickly "scan" an area after which the internal computer figures out in what direction the readings show heat closest to the body temperature of a stitcher and rotates an internal ballast accordingly, causing the bot to tip in that direction and thus follow the unlucky victim. By recording how large is the angle at which the readings are satisfactory the computer determines when it's close enough to blow, and subsequently, well, blows.
A first batch of a few dozen or so has been released "into the wild" in the foltanian marshes. Let's see how well they do their job.

>>4113002
Ti’kree could see what was happening, but stated played the role and stated it anyway. “On whose authority do you state this?” “One whose authority do you think, little friend?” the tripod wagged a finger in a *tut* *tut* motion. “None other’s authority than that of my cousin, High king of Omir’ten and Panoram! I am merely a humble servant in all of this! Well, not officially, that is. Officially this is outrageous and I will duly be branded as an enemy of the crown. It such a shame that most of the tripods on Foltania not in on this little arrangement have either fallen heroically fighting the Kholeskans or died in the aftermath.”

“You see, large grand plans are being set to motion all over Essari. Wheels within wheels. But you are familiar with those kinds of things, with all of your conniving and warring. Tripods will keep pouring into the ex-colony, the king has given me his assurances in this! This will be the birthplace of industry and things of such a nature that has never before been seen. As I said, this is all the beginning of something great and we want you all to be part of it...”

Khonokia, who had been silent until now looked in to the eyes of the delegates, uttering only two sentences in assent. “For a brighter tomorrow. The Lady wills it.”

The Whitestone Empire and Crystal Orthodoxy started pulling back their force from Omi’tolt. They had not finished what they had set out to originally do, but they had come to a new understanding. No matter how while and disgusting the Tripods visage where, the true dark elf lied somewhere else. A new found unity had sprung up within the two factions out of all that they had been through together. Once again the Whitestone houses would begin to attend the great assembly of houses together with their northern kin. All under the watchful eyes of disciples from I’eek. However, many matters remained to be resolved. There was the question of how the territories of Foltania should be divided, were already several suggestions, arguments and points of disagreements were had. There was also the matter of Large Leader, who still remained at large (heh). His force had avoided any major confrontation with the Evening, and Southerners and Northerners alike recognized that such a dangerous and unpredictable element could not be afforded to continue existing. The FG blessing had been as much a curse, Large Leader and his gang were the result of a mutation to their brains. The result of which caused them lack the in-built loyalty to house and colony. These Stitchers had only been allowed to come to adulthood in the South due to the bigger issues that the Empire faced those decades, such as the need for more Stitchers to throw at the southern Nomads. Now however, the seeds that had been sowed had turned into weeds ruining the Empire’s glorious white gardens.

>Open plot hook, the matter of Foltania
>Open plot hook, The large Large Leader problem

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>>4113024
Forgot pictures. Shit

>>4112997
>>4112999
>>4113002
>>4113006
>>4113024

Yeah, I'm gonna need some serious explanations as to what the hell just occurred in this last chain of posts. I understand (mostly) who the factions are, but I need a bit of an explanation as to how we got to this event.

Feel free to reply here, or in the Discord before going forward.

>>4112629
>>4112657
I feel like I've been doing this a lot more recently, but I'm going to be axing the --Bitter Conclusions-- piece regarding the mass exodus of NG fron southwestern Sujardin and other notes here regarding the PG-Ostraljan interactions in these posts. For now they're going to remain where they are with the most recent border changes that have been set.

Not trying to rain on my Co-GM or other player's plans, but I have a central plot point that more or less needs Ostralja to exist for at least 10-20 more years in-canon. Again, I apologize if this feels heavy handed.

>>4112751
--Whitestone Empire Exploration Results: The Guardian of the White Expanse--

The 2nd Whitestone Expedition to the South Pole had gone far better than it's predecessor, with their more vessels more optimized to handle the frigid and turbulent seas. The Stitches aboard were able to handle the harsh temperatures well, thanks to their recently developed Cryst Coats that comfortably shields them from the elements in exchange for only some minor, respiratory gagging. When the Stitchers finally reached the glacial walls that extend around the south pole, the Stitcher marveled in awe at the beauty and near perfection of the white cathedrals of ice that surrounded them.

As the Whitestone Explorers looked for a location to safely moor their vessels they spotted and eerily familiar figure hanging over the towering shelves of ice. A massive, iced over tendril that was perhaps a kilometer across. Shortly after the Stitcher anchored around the tendril to investigate further, they were able to confirm the uncanny fact that the tendril was almost assuredly that of what had to be an immense AA-Node. While the Whitestone Researchers could not aptly explain why an AA-Node would be so far south, but it was a welcome boon to the Stitcher as they were now able to easily re-power their ships batteries, and conduct further study in arctic waters, without concern of running low on power.

This AA-Node would later come to be known as AA-Node Denu'arctis

>>4112747
Their newlyfound climate conciousness (hysteria?) has made the RTs of Panoram look for new eco-friendly resources, sadly it seems like they're sticking to plastics for the time being... As for energetic resources, some of the few remaining combustion plants are replaced with dams where possible, cause y'know, its probably not smart to depend exclusively on highly volatile salhetite enhanced nuclear reactors as your only power source. The floating island outpost tries their best not to be racist against their toucan neighbours, and fail miserably.

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>4113669
Rolling for colonization of the node by the whitestones

>>4113982
>nice

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Rolled 7, 7 = 14 (2d8)

>>4113982
Fucking 8.

A gigantic Continent of pure white has been found. White cathedrals made by the forces of causality themselves. This was a sign. The small outpost in Denu'arctis soon grew into the city of ''de''*nu as plilgrims flocked from whitestone territory. A dome was constructed, many miles wide, to keep the heat in which the city produced using solar energy converters. The crysglass used here is layered with thermoregulative paste and so incredibly well insulated, well enough to put up crysgrain fields around the gigantic node.
The exotic animals here are harvested, gigantic flightless pterorrtails farmed for their hides, inkless Inksackbees for their honey, and Emrastuff taken liberally. Against all odds, a city in the Arcitc circle became a viable trading port.

But most impressive was the research stations. High above the dome, in even intervalls, research stations are put up all the way into the upper atmosphere where the node terminates. Every station is isolated, no radio equipment allowed, the intranet completely kept within the station. Only mute stitchers conversing in written tablets which are then erased are allowed there. Tunnels are dug into the node to better research it. The past experiences how to placate the nodes and not appear threatening are put into action.Adventerous research is done on removed, kept alive tissue. The highest causion is kept.

rolling for:
>Huzduk advanced Physics
>Stitcher Electromagnetic Mastery

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>>4114194
this is a more canon-accurate depiction of the city of ''de''*nu.

Rolled 2, 6, 1 = 9 (3d8)

--Grabraf Event: The Intellectual Exchange--
For centuries the cultural and racial divisions of the PG, FG, CG and TG had been the foundation for the distinctly different levels of technological progression and variance that is seen throughout Sujardin. Even in Multi-Grabraf nations like the Tootine Unity, the Kholeska Alliance, Xerhonoke and the Voltanite Empire, a hierarchical and societal class structure has existed within these nations based on one's distinction and birthright as a PG, CG or TG. This voluntary separation of Grabrafian races has extended to even the eclectic nation-states on the Floating Isles

However, with the sharing and on-going construction of the Trans-Sujardin Surface Railway (TSSR) in Sujardin, simultaneously with the cultural exchange with the RT and Stitcher on the Floating Isles has in resulted in a new renaissance of cultural and technological exchange. It had finally been acknowledged by multiple nations that their shortcomings in technological prowess and disunity was likely a result of their disunion in knowledge and technological availability amongst their different races. This would stand no longer and shortly after the introduction of the CG Steam Cart Railway, a exchanging of ideas and technologies would explode across all of Sujardin throughout much of the Silent Decade. Similarly on the Floating Isles, interactions with the technologically advanced Stitcher and RT had resulted in a new sense of camaraderie amongst their Grabrafian kin and rapidly working to share their knowledge and stand together. Some amongst the the FG of Ulordrasil even considered the idea of more permanently anchoring the isles over their ancient homeland, Sujardin.

>So for a timeframe reference, this event involving the Grabraf impacts all Grabrafian nations, except the NG, and will have been occurring throughout the course of the Silent Decade.
> hree Rolls. First for integrating of known Tech amongst Sujardin nations. Second for integrating of known Tech amongst FG-TG of the Floating Isles. Third Roll to determine whether FG of Ulordrasil begin leaning towards semi-anchoring of the Floating Isles near Sujardin. (1-4 = No Interest; 5-6 = Some Interest; 7-8 = Unified Agreement)

--Roll Result translation for Tech Integration (First two rolls)--
1-4: All tech Tier 4 or under that are known by any of the Grabraf races are learned by all Grabrafs, including any known by the Voltanites.
5-6: All tech Tier 5 or under that are known by any of the Grabraf races are learned by all Grabrafs, including any known by the Voltanites.
7: All tech Tier 6 or under that are known by any of the Grabraf races are learned by all Grabrafs, including any known by the Voltanites.
8: If Sujardin Roll is 8, TG, CG & PG learn all Tier 6 Tech, including Voltanites . If Floating Isles is 8, The Grabraf of the Floating Isles become a utopian-like society of bio-organic/agrarian-tech society Becoming their own distinct racial group on the Floating Isles.

Rolled 8, 4 = 12 (2d8)

>>4114253
so fuck the PG some combustion engines hot damn

RTs Rerolling for synthetic materials and electric jet engines (they already have electric motors and have been interacting with the CTs so im guessing its okay to roll for this.) Also whats the consensus of Foltania? Are all cockies dead or what

Rolled 1, 3, 1, 1 = 6 (4d8)

>>4114308
im a retard

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>4112908
>>4112908
This roll would've chronologically happened after the colonies were attacked, so while the RTs who arrive still reluctantly help the new management fortify against potential threats, they aren't precisely happy to answer to Grabraf commands. Also since it's now a different faction from Omir'ten, instead of the tech boost the civilian aid will erect a building as decided by this dice roll.
1. Broadcast centre (A medium warehouse with a radio tower)
2. Weapon parts factory (Produces RT rifles, would require either a training roll for CTs to use or ask for more military aid)
3. Machine parts factory (Boosts industry for the colony)
4. Materials Refinery (Boosts industry for the colony)
5. Panoram embassy (Boosts mainland loyalty for the Choir members and improves the Colony's chances of recieving further aid)
6. Choir worship building (Boosts autonomy for the Choir members, improves the colony's chances of recieving more Choir members)

>>4114533
After finishing up the job they were sent to do, the red-throat parishers decide their work in Foltania is far from finished. They dismantle their humble fleet and set up their new base of operations, an improvised Broadcast centre built with the salvage from their ships, alongside a few residences for them to dwell on, their architecture awfully similar to that of the traditional swamp-houses inhabited by the original choir members back in Panoram Minor. This milestone would mark the founding of a new choir chapter, the Song of the Wetlands.

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Rolled 8, 2, 8, 3, 7, 7, 1 = 36 (7d8)

>>4113024
>>4113082
>>4100806
“Mr Screecher, for four years House Quartz has been terrorizing our country-side and stealing our herds of Soumalainens. They have thereafter tried to sell our cattle-bugs to their neighbors, us included. When questioned as to why they’ve kept doing this they have replied, and I quote: “The weak should fear the strong” while wrestling our representatives into choke-holds. House Azurite therefore motions that House Quartz of Colony I’e’rryeek is to banned from trading in any animal larger than two stones for the next six years.”

Thus the first motion in the newly reformed Great Assembly was written into the slabs of history.

The question of Foltania was a hot topic among all Houses what should be done with such a wast land filled with so many tasty rocks? There were two competing ideas. The first was that the land should be made available for the young houses founded in the most recent centuries (regardless if White or Orthodox). The populations within the colonies/cities of Torray had exploded in the past century, but there simply wasn’t much room left for new colonies to be founded and for Houses to become Great. This was greatly favoured by the largest Houses, who saw this as a way to get potential competition away and relieve potential societal unrest. The second was that the land would become ear-marked for the Orthodoxy and Empire, with a line drawn just west of the Eishi Desert (exemptions made for House Sandstone) between the two claims. Cities created there would not be owned or controlled by specific families, but instead they would abide by the say of greater Northern or Southern Stitcherdom.

>Rolling for the two options (1-5 is the first. 6-8 is the latter). Also rolling for the settlement scale of Foltania (1 low interest with few settlements. 8 the opposite).

This was a brilliant new age for the Stitchers. And a brilliant new age required the spread of shiny new tech! All but the most grumpy Houses agreed! A grand construction project was to be begun jointly by the Crystal Orthodoxy and the Whitestone Empire: A great fiber-optically interconnected network was to be created, connecting Stitchers of all three continents; Foltania, Torray and even Sujardin!

> Rolling for progress on from Torray to Sujardin, Torray to Foltania, Torray to the South pole.

During the planing phases, some idiot accidentally input a fourth destination. As this was included in the agreement signed by the Great Asssembly of Houses it had to be built. Those were the rules. No backsies.

> Also rolling for progress to a random continent (place and success): Moralve, Bebin, North Pole, Nihiloram, Shatturne, Brouldia, Jobani, some small deserted island in the center of Essari.

>>4114314
Multiple Panoramian nation states attempted to build their own chemical refineries to decrease dependency on the Zaibatsu, only to learn a horrific fact: Chemical refineries are an industrial nightmare in both process and toxicity. Zutsuil had finally managed to reconstruct some of their great industry with salvage operations of wrecked refineries, creating a "like new" smaller, but "just as good" refinery for the creation of synthetic material. It was not like new, or just as good. The subsequent explosion killed half the staff on duty that day, and slagged a transport network. Undaunted, the owners of the refinery attempted to operate at reduced capacity, and began selling bleach. Its level of impurity was quite high, but "Zutsuil's Finest" soon reached local bartering spots.

Electric Jet engines. What an idea. The clans of the Plains had long sought to harness the technology of their neighbors. Instead there was a prarie fire that burned for over a month, and engulfed the near by Omir'ten settlement's walls. Rumors were that an electric motor was attached to a jet engine. How insane.

>>4114194
>weakly resolving Electromagnetic Mastery because I won't have the art any time soon

Through the refinement of electromagnetic motors, the miniaturization of batteries and the toil of thousands of stitchers, the whitestone Empire, with support from the Great Assembly of Houses (Or the small Assembly under the Whitestone Emperors, as it was locally known), begins construction of excellaration strips: Immensely long, slightly sloping cannons made up of a series of copper-crystal coils, alltogether making up a runway to - well to do what exactly? The Whitestones give two answers: We can propell projectiles across continents with these things, if we only have the energy. Put a little articulated joint into it, and you can even aim it. But more importantly, once this mammoth project is done, manned projectiles can be shot for transport to previously unaccassable lands. Stitcher eyes turn upward, to space

>This is the start of a years long superproject.

Rolled 8, 4, 5, 7 = 24 (4d8)

Two Omir'ten roll for submersibles, one for torpedo technology, and one for trading with Patsurians in their outpost.

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d8)

>>4114253
Just like the other nations, Tuzan had received the knowledge of making Crystplate - the problem was, of course, that just like the other nations this knowledge was near useless without discolodites to use for their raw resource. The Tuzans had a solution, though: Nomads. The little Ostralajans were plentiful, and each carried a discolodite symbiote within it. Soon, "camps" would spring up in the war-torn area, filled with captive NG harvested for their discolodites.
>rolling for capturing NG
>(if first roll is successful) rolling for harvesting discolodites out of captive NG

>>4114640
The cockies, having lost part of their royal holdings in Foltania, turn their eyes towards their first ever colony in Panoram. As centuries flew by, the tensions with the warring clans eventually disappeared and by now, their settlement had plenty good relationships with the RT. Not too long ago, a merchant from Zutsuil had made his way over to the east, bringing low quality bleach and old war-torn books from ages ago, among these were failed prototype schematics for an underwater vehicle, interesting indeed... (Specifics of trading are left to a QM)

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>>4114562
> 8 and 2 on Settlements

While the majority of houses were of the opinion that the continent should be settled by those houses that were in most need of it, House Carnelian and House Calcite were not. Both houses held a strong sway over the north and south of Torray respectively, and both houses were not too fond of the possibility of third center of power forming to the north of them. They therefore decided that the second option was the one to go with. Houses dependent on them reluctantly bent to their will. Due to this, what would’ve been an exodus of less fortunate houses to the land of opportunity turned into a trickle, bogged down by Stitcherisms and factionalism. Foltania was split down the “Many dash line” and Two pairs of twin settlments where founded along part of the border. Definitely as a symbol for cooperation, and not a sign of either side mistrusting each other. Two other cities were founded as well. One small colony to the west of Voltanite holdings, with a population numbering less than 10 00. The Thorn, as it would become known, specialized completely in creating and trading goods with the Voltanite grabrafs. Using their proximity to the colony’s largest trade-town to their advantage. Another Whitestone colony was founded out on the coast. Likewise small, here they specialized in Dredging the sea-floor in order to search for rare-essari minerals used in the new devices that were being developed.

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>>4114562
>>4114758
> 8 and 2 on Settlements

While the majority of houses were of the opinion that the continent should be settled by those houses that were in most need of it, House Carnelian and House Calcite were not. Both houses held a strong sway over the north and south of Torray respectively, and both houses were not too fond of the possibility of third center of power forming to the north of them. They therefore decided that the second option was the one to go with. Houses dependent on them reluctantly bent to their will. Due to this, what would’ve been an exodus of less fortunate houses to the land of opportunity turned into a trickle, bogged down by Stitcherisms and factionalism. Foltania was split down the “Many dash line” and Two pairs of twin settlments where founded along part of the border. Definitely as a symbol for cooperation, and not a sign of either side mistrusting each other. Two other cities were founded as well. One small colony to the west of Voltanite holdings, with a population numbering less than 10 00. The Thorn, as it would become known, specialized completely in creating and trading goods with the Voltanite grabrafs. Using their proximity to the colony’s largest trade-town to their advantage. Another Whitestone colony was founded out on the coast. Likewise small, here they specialized in Dredging the sea-floor in order to search for rare-essari minerals used in the new devices that were being developed.

> 8 Sujardin, 3 Foltania, 7 South Pole

Much of Stitcherdom was connected to each-other through the great Interstitch. On both the South Pole and on Sujardin as message could be sent by the way of computer, only for it to with the blink of an eye be received on the Torray isles. However, the problems caused by the two Great Houses strong-arming the assembly in regards to the settlement agreement had also affected the construction of the connection to Foltania. It was way behind schedule and over budget. The Sandstone designed Reedio communicators would have to do for now, in order for Foltania to stay in contact with its kin to the South.

> 7 (Jobani) and 1 on success

The venture is a great failure. The team laying the great pipes containing the crystal fibers are all lost in a Storm, just three weeks venture north-east of the Torray continent. The idiot who made the mistake of adding this destination to the Project in the first place is identified and electrocuted. As ignoring the agreement or acting as Jobani was never part of the plan would be considered a form lying, the Stitchers instead did the least they could do while honoring the spirit of the agreement. A single ship, crewed by twenty stitchers were put to the task of laying the fiber. A task that most likely never would be finished.

Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d8)

>>4114641
Since the Tuzans have somewhat mastered the techniques of harvesting discolodites, but not nearly enough lifestock to do so, the unsuccessful hunt on hiding vermin-grabraf is both an annoyance and an economic opportunity missed. They therefore turn to those who have a long standing history of sniffing out and capturing crafty sentients: The Sons of Xerho and their descendents. If you want slaves captured, get the professionals.

>Rolling for the response to the invitation by 1. The Sons and 2. The Castigars.

Seeing as both are former enemies of the Tuzans, they wll, depending on the roll, ask for compensation.

>>4113628
Upon hearing the when, why and how to this story point from its creator, allow me to produce a proper story response.

--Foltania Event: Meet the New Boss--
The transition of control over the region was swift and violent, but it was a resounding success for the Kholeskan Alliance. It had been years since the embittered acceptance of their loss at the hands of the Sujardin Senate, and since then they had been clandestinely rebuilding and modernizing their military. The first opportunity to test their improved military came via the secret meeting of envoys from the Omir'ten Empire, sent by one Al'Shafar Tirase. The Tripods informed the Kholeskan their desire to seek military aid from an outside third party to assist in the "liberation" of colonies off in the distant land of Foltania.

Eager to test their newest naval and armored assets, as well as to provide the newest generation of Crystknights of Jahonia. The Tripod envoys had been particularly insistent on the potential boon such an opportunity could provide for it Knights. An ominous note of interest that the Kholeskans were more than a little unnerved by, including its newly ordained leader, Konokia Nilohk, the daughter of the late Hokeron. She was among the first to rush into the Omi'Tolt alongside her fellow Grabraf-at-Arms, and were the lynchpin in decimating any form of city defense. While the task was short, but worthy of their skill, Konokia felt sick to be associated with such a grotesque figure the likes of Al'Shafar, and revolted at the thought that he was considered royalty among his kind.

Yet the young Headmaster of the Jahonia Order knew better than to speak so crassly of foreign allies, and was delighted that her interactions with the rotund Tripod were limited to a smattering of formal gatherings. The political transition of power in the Omir'ten Colony, was under the careful precision of Ooytan Koht. Ooytan, being a well practice diplomat and strategist of war, had made fast-work of smoothing out relations with the Tripods still voluntarily residing in the city, and opening relations with the curious Stitcher that were camped out some miles from the colony's borders. The TG was far more placating of the bombastic Omir'ten Heir, but his interests were purely aligned now in slowly expunging the remaining Tripods from their newly acquired lands, while encouraging colonization for his fellow Grabraf.

While the Tripods did have their uses as variable builders and possessing grandiose technology, the Kholeskans would see to it their population dwindled to small minority by the end of the century. For now though, a tenuous co-habitation would exist in Kholeska's first colonial holdings.

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>>4110297
Although at first it seemed like the only response RTs would get from Jobani, Brouldia and Shatturne was radio silence from the Zaibatsu, eventually a few confused signals sent by small tribal groups would make their way into Panoram. With nothing to offer but reassuring words, the TPN had set up a sort of 'call center' to answer questions made by clearly underdeveloped bloodthroat nations, some of which had no idea there was a world beyond their seas.

This would change about a week after the inital broadcast, when a short hard-to-make out message coming from Jobani's eastern rainforest would make it's way to the TPN. The satellite was very primitive after all, and it was surprising that it even managed to broadcast their signal effectively overseas, so a small diplomat mission consisting of a single ship quickly made it's way to the shores of Jobani, where it was recieved and brought to the heartlands of the jungle, to Nantamaka City, in the shores of Lake Shenk.

Nantamaka City, was a true sight to behold, with an admixture of ancient and modern architecture, the settlement showed clear signs of wear and renovation. It looked as if it had been both under siege and under construction at the same time, concrete met steel met granite, hand-carved stone intervened by what seemed
like skycrapper scaffolding. A main avenue adorned with colorful glasses lead to a large imposing structure, with a thick pillar of smoke coming out of a large windowless skylight. "This is either their goverment palace, or their biggest factory, if not both." Thought the RT diplomat while gazing in awe as she entered the building.

Inside of it waited king Nantaskak, born Zhanta'an, for he was a slave before he ruled. A cripple with no third arm, hatched into poverty, his village was raided when he was but a child. He was deemed too broken to serve in manual labour and too ugly to serve in a palace, so he was sent to the fighting pits, where slaves would face both beast and tripod alike, for the amusement of the royal population. His prowess in mortal combat would land him a privileged position as the kings personal gladiator, and then a privileged position as the leader of the Great Slave Revolt of Nantamaka, that would depose the weak slave-owning goverment in favour of a more traditional warlike one. His army conquered tribe after triby, eventually uniting all the cities around lake Shenk under a single banner. But this was long ago, and with age the slave king became just as weak as his predecessors, having to even amputate his tail due to his fatness...

>>4115571
Communication was hard at first, the RT had been chosen for her experience, it wasn't her first time in Jobani, she had worked in the Zaibatsu holdings there as a trade negotiator. While this meant she had a grasp of some Jobani dialect, it wasn't precisely the one spoken in Nantamaka, which caused a delay in conversation, for a local interpreter was needed.

She felt overdressed next to the king, her Zutsuilan Quexquémitl looked like a parka when compared to Nantaskak's clothes. But it wasn't her who looked out of place, it was the king; besides the palace guards, the rest of his subjects wore garments that covered just as much skin as the ones from the mainland. She didn't dare to question the ruler's nakedness in front of him, however, and would have to wait until after their meeting was over to learn why he dressed the way he did. The palace maid in charge of attending the diplomat and her crew members would later explain Nantaskak origins, and how he would continue to dress as a slave until his final days, as a way to stay humble. He dipped his broken shackles in gold and addorned his collar with colorful gemstones, even his crown was a reminder of his past life. A helmet from his days in the fighting pits had become embedded in his skull, being far too dangerous to remove, it was instead plated with gold and adorned with the finger bones of the previous king, "To make up for my missing hand," Nantaskak would often claim.

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>4114758
with the continent now neatly partitioned, the whitestone stitchers finally increase their colonies to house the new generations which are slowly but surely overpopulating their current colonies.

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>>4115741
The colonization effort bears great fruit; Mostly because of the speed of laying interstitch rails that the experienced engineers display, the territory of the colony is far extended to the next four nodes, each of which is blessed with a settlement connected to the others by the Foltania Interstitch. Finally there is breathing and breeding room for the Whitestone colonists who had been hemmed in for decades in a space little larger than one Torray island.

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>4115783
Rolling for an expedition by the Omir'ten Kingdom Colony to the Fixari Heights. A huge crator has been gaping there, taunting them for a long time. They want to find out what is going on there. This shouldn't be super difficult but I'll still give it a roll.
>Requesting QM resolution

Rolled 6 (1d8)

RT roll for Synthetic materials

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d8)

>>4116195
fucking finally. With that out of the way, rolling for an orbital telescope/probe satellite.

Rolled 3 (1d8)

>>4116198
ugh, rerolling

>>4116195
>>4116198
>>4116199
take a hint. The dice want you to go a different way, don't force it. Activate your nogging.

Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d8)

>>4114870
A sort of "competition" has begun between the Xerho and the Castigars: the Tuzans pay with just 5% of the crystplates they harvest, but even that much is a lucrative boon, and soon, entire gangs are formed around the capture and delivery of Nomads.
>rolling for how many Nomads the Xerho catch
>rolling for how many Nomads the Castigars catch

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d8)

rolling for (advanced) chemistry for the PG.

Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d8)

>>4116468

The Thinking Grabrafs of the Tootine Unity believed that they might've discovered the key to turning Hurkun cheese into a hard rubber-like material with all kinds of useful applications. The key seemed to be high heat and a substance found in spice. Lot's of spice - The good stuff that coincidentally was largely being monopolized by the Unity.

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Rolled 6, 8 = 14 (2d8)

With the revelation that the Dark Elf was not on the outside, but on the inside, the stitchers of Foltania have once again turned their attention to the field of psychology. Truly, to beat your enemy you must know your enemy, and to know your enemy, you must first know yourself.
>rolling for psychology for stitchers
>(if first roll is successful) rolling for how many stitchers beat themselves up(non-lethally but enough to leave them sore for a few days) in order to excise the darkness from their hearts

Rolled 7, 3, 3 = 13 (3d8)

>>4115811
>>4114778

The Carnelians don’t really like that the Whitestones were increasing their presence on Foltania. Foltania needed more even-hearted, Slab-fearing, honest-to-Emra brown Stitchers! Not to be outdone and seeking to make more room on Torray, younger houses are sent out to colonize the brown side of Foltania.

> Will this plan fail? (I bet you it will! - double fail even)

An ailing Large Leader was somehow put in charge creation of the Foltania – Torray Interstitch connection. No one realized that House Shiny Stone was just a front for his operations until the contract was signed. With Large Leader now having won the contract there was nothing that the other Stitchers could do. Breaking the contract would be lying, after all!


> Will Large Leader succeed in creating the finest internet connection there ever was?

>>4116544
this is a great post that did not work out how I would want

Rolled 7, 8, 2, 7 = 24 (4d8)

Omir'ten reroll for torpedoes, automatic rifling, and reinforced jet fuselage. Song of the Wetlands/Cocky Foltania roll for land surveying/prospecting

>>4117103
>>4114660
(Solving this myself so I can continue doing my thing.)
As trade with the Patsurians boomed, it became clear to the Omir'ten that business with their RT neighbours was full of untapped potential. Panoram-made goods flooded the markets of Nihiloram, TVs, radios, amongst other domestic electronics became valued-yet-accessible commodities in the CT fatherland. And as xenophobic sentiments between the two species slowly faded away —in part thanks to the precedent set by the Triunistic Tao followers that inhabited Eastern Panoram— the secrecy that existed surrounding their technology also slightly dwindled, limits imposed on weapons artisans by the TPN relaxed, meaning that items such as rockets and guns could be now legally sold to the CT. Inmigration also flourished, and although the colony still abided to the limits agreed upon in the centuries old peace treaty, CTs could now be found in RT cities and viceversa.

This cultural exchange inspired Omir'ten to try to replicate and incorporate RT ideas to their own military designs. Their first successful prototype was a CT explosive rocket, supposed to work like Patsurian ones. On air, it was a complete disaster for the payload was too volatile to fly. But an engineer had the idea to replace the combustion engine with a modified CT aircraft propeller, and fire the 'miniature missile' underwater, thus the perfect projectile for their new submersibles to fire. Their efforts to implement the armored plating of the RT airships into their jets' remain fruitless for the time being.

>>4115811
--Cocky Tripod Event: Point Break--
Some journeys into the unknown are met with discovery and glory, while other are wrought with misfortune and ruin. The latter would be the case for the Omir'ten Explorers that dared climb the Stitcher named Fixari Heights, or as they're more commonly known by the Tripods, Foltspine Mountains. The towering spires that reached far above the cloud line of Essari proved to be a trial too great for many of the Cocky Tripods to endure. Bad weather, thin air and freezing cold claimed over half of the expeditionary group before they had reached less than half a kilometer below the highest clouds. The final death blow to the expedition though came in the middle of the night, during a violent windstorm that would knock the expedition leader shelter loose from the steep mountainside, and careening for thousands of meters to his death.

The losses had simply become too much, and the remainder of the Omir'ten Explorers made the call to turn back. Perhaps they would one day reach the peaks above the clouds and plant our flag to commemorate our triumph, many of the Tripods somberly thought as they followed their path back to the base of the mountain range, dotted with the frozen corpses of their comrades, like a morbid breadcrumb trail.

--TG Event: Reinventing the Wheel--
Many TG scholars within the Tootine Unity thought the small group of scientists and engineers mad, for making audacious claims of turning Hurkun cheese into a tough, yet elastic material. In reality though, after months of experimentation, the TG of the Tootine Unity had stumbled upon an alternate and primitive, yet effective means of rubber vulcanization. Ideas abounded from the minds of eager scholars and engineers across the nation-state as they marveled at the possibilities and applications such a material could have on their society, which among many of them included the implementation of an improved and mass-produceable wheel.

More importantly to the Tootine Unity, they now for the first time in decades possessed a commodity that if produced on an industrial scale would give them an economic leg-up against even the mercantile juggernauts, Nekonahu.
> Vulcanization Tech Unlocked for TG.

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Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d8)

In the Sons of Xerho, fighting for status of chieftain has been ritualized extensively for a long time. Only oldest sons are permitted to do it, only on certain holidays, only with certain weapons, and referees, rather than cpitulation, determine the outcome. It isn't an enviroment for second sons with ambition.

That's why recently, a new phenomenon has taken hold. With the advent of the combustion engine and imports of rubber cheese from the TG (rolling for the PG to recreate it, though it would still mean either slow production or importing more spices from the Unity), young SoX Grabraf begin to invest in a new form of transportation, the Xike. To prove their mettle, titleless nobles and charismatic lowborns begin to amass gangs, little private armies of a few dozen Xikers each- something not discouraged by the culture there. Some offer their services to tribulates within the SoX, some strike out on their own, all are always looking to get into conflict with each other over conflicting missions, mutual interests in resources or plain testosterone fueled exuberance.

These gangs are involved in the inner-SoX wars, in NG hunting, but most and most dangerously, they constantly make encoursions on neighboring kingdoms: They try to get tribute from the TG cities in the north of Sujardin, they steal Hurkuns from the mountain tribes, they antagonize the Castigarian Empire, they set up protection rackets in Xerhonoke and the Voltanite territory.


>regarding the rubber rolls: If the first succeeds, the Sox/Castigars stole the tech with spies. If the second roll succeeds, Nekonahu acquired it somehow.

>>4114562
The Great Assembly of Houses is a traveling institution. There isn't one fixed Assembly hal somewhere, but great, multicoloured domes in (almost) every house territory to meet where it was decided to be necessary. These domes have a few requirements, such as giving every assembly member an equal space, two raised platforms for two Screechers, and a pit of electric spikes in case a Vote of No Evenness goes through.

There has been, recently, also another feature of these Houses: a little, portable, white house latching onto them like a tick, where the irregular Whitestone deligates live. After the Evening, the Whitestones had agreed to join the Great Assembly, but seeing as they weren't part of the Orthodoxy, they had to improvise on a few fronts. Usually, the irregular delegates are some diplomats, often weavers, who are more pompous but less active than other representatives, claiming superiourity more often, but getting into wrestling matches very seldomly.
Today, this is not so. Today, there isn't a little house adjeacent to the Great Assembly House of House Ruby either. There is instead, an immense, white tower, on gigantic spiderbot legs, resting in front of the city, a delegation of thousands of cooks, writers, craftsmen, servants, and soldiers having traveled with it here.
From it emerge, carried by a jewol bred into the size of a small house, and flanked by eighty-eight Praetors, a pair of stitchers so white, the strength of the sun seems to be enhanced when reflected by their ivory skin. White jewelry hangs off all of their limbs.

They make their way through the city, the jewol damaging a house here and there, but the Praetors taking conspicious care not to kill any bystanders, no matter how unevenly they look at the exalted pair, as if to avoid any undue offense.

Then, at last, the Assembly House is reached. The Jewol is forced to the ground by the praetors, and the Emperors order each other to dismount.
Inside, there is murmuring. Most of the time, the Assembly is filled with screeching loud enough to be heared a district away, constant fighting and arguing. A very mundane situation in stitcher society. But this is different - this is strange. Representaitive ar eunsure whether this is even even.

>>4117561
The Empress orders the Screecher to give them the floor. The Screecher, not at all his usual abrasive self, answers: "The... The session has not yet begun."
"Begin it then!"
A short pause. Then, with a very confused look, the assembly is called into session prematurely, not that the Emperors have any such authority over the Screecher, who is mostly just overpowered by sheer audacity. The Emperors begin to speak in unison:

"Representatives of the lower Houses. We, the eternal and immortal Emperors of all of the Universe, past, present and future, all living things within it and all inert, of land, sea, air, vaccuum and beyond, made such by pure, white necessity, are hereby requesting the beginning of a new election. We, the necessery rulers of all, are willing to participate as candidates."

The silence only expands after this. The Screecher clicks nervously: "Representa... Your Highne... White scu... Stitchers at the stand: We cannot call an election. The current matriarch-patriarch pair of the ruling house are not dead."
The Emperors look at each other. This seems not to be what has been planned. They click, then nod.
"Then." the Emperor begins. "We demand they die." the Empress ends the sentence. "With all respect and honours, of course." the Emperor adds apologetically.

>Asking for Tailtan to resolve this however you see fit.

Rolled 1, 4, 7, 2, 7 = 21 (5d8)

>>4114758
>>4115783
Rolling for colony expansion for:

1.Bloodstone
2.Omir'ten
3.General Crystal Orthodoxy
4. Sandstone
5. Whitestone

7s get something special.

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>>4117620
House Bloodstone reveices the orders jumbled, since no Interstitch exists that reaches to Foltania, the encoded radio message is decoded wrongly. Thus, one of the Bloodstone towns is renamed to "Expand immidiately", and everybody goes about their business.

The Omir'ten slowly manage to get the expansion gears going again, but seeing as the situation for the Omir'ten kingdom in general was quite Chaotic, the expansion was of middeling success.

The Orthodoxy gets something special: They send out hardened explorers, aided by Sandstone allies, into the mountains, where riches and nodes wait for them. Through a new technique of partially underground bases, and the usage of adapted Stitcher Coats, they make very good progress and manage to establish two settlements at nodes and multiple mining camps.

House sandstone just kind of gestures in the direction of the next node.

Whitestone get something special: Equidistant between the two halfs of the Whitestone colonies lies a sea. This sea, some Whtiestone exploration parties have settled, and on the node in its middle, a white city is built, though its population is now comperatively tiny.