The Empire: The people of the Empire are raised from birth to believe that the Empire has the right to expand to every corner of the globe, and it is their duty to help in any way they can. From labouring in the fields to feed the army, to serving on the front line, all are equal in the eyes of the Emperor, merely cogs in the mighty machine.

The Empire has 'high' technology in the form of simple alloys like bronze and weapon crafting enough to make fine armours and swords, but their greatest asset is the Demis. Fifteen foot tall, humanoid weapons of war. Gifts of the gods themselves, powered by their breath and blood, they are commanded by skilled pilots.

The Demi tend to come in three flavours: Close-Combat, Ranged, and Command. An Empire character will start out as a rookie pilot, who's Demi will be gained IC. Warning! For any but the mute mechanics and engineers, attempting to discover the secrets of the Demis' inner workings is heresy of the highest order, and punishable by being made mute or even executed.

The Verra: The Verra are a simple people on the surface, tribal and nomadic. Hunters and gatherers with a soft spot in their hearts for adventure and travel, and a powerful sense of individuality.

The Verra wield weapons of stone, wood, and simple irons for their chiefs and shamans, with bows being common. Leather and hide is the standard fare in armour. However, only known by the chosen warriors and shamans of the tribes is their secret weapon: The Kin, beings of shadow and darkness, who cannot live in the sun without a host.

The Kin and Verra have a symbiotic relationship: Verra hosting Kin in their bodies so the other-worldly beings can survive, with the Kin giving their hosts power beyond imagining. Kin come in three forms, The Warrior, The Scholar, and The Mouth, or, in simple words, the fighter, the caster, and the face. A Verra character will start as a chosen host, about to make their first pact IC.

Proceed

rolled 66 = 66

Richard "Big Dickie" McLargehuge
Male
Empire

rolled 29 = 29

Name: Alya Titus
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Empire

Arnold McGraff
Male
Empire

rolled 82 = 82

>>18494923
forgot me roll

>>18494952
Alright, I'll give it five more minutes. If noone else hits a high roll it looks like Mister McGraff is the winner.

>>18494983
Extremely disappointed it wasn't Richard McLargehuge. Just wasn't meant to be.

>>18495030
Sadly. Even with Slaneesh blessing the idea with that 66. Oh well.

rolled 67 = 67

>>18495030
Slaanesh favored your role, if it's any consolation

>>18495046
An acceptable consolation to be sure.

I will now begin writing. One moment.

Gentlemen. Ladies. You are Arnold McGraff, newly minted Demi pilot, proud servant of the Empire. Exactly one weak ago you passed the pilots exam, earning your place amongst the ranks of the elite. You were honored with a signet ring, a simple bronze band with a D in place of a stone. When you are assigned to a squad the ring will no doubt be marked with their personal regalia.

You have spent the last week waiting, both excited and anxious, wandering around the small military base you have spent the last five years training at. You know every building, every road, and almost every staff member and fellow recruit. But today is the day.

Today is the day you report to the on-site temple-hangar and be assigned your Demi. Today is the day for you to begin your new life as a pilot! Or it will be in two hours, anyway. It's the friggin' crack of dawn.

Options:
>Gods above, I'm going back to sleep.
>Too excited to sleep, let's explore! (Name where; Cafeteria, firing range, temple-hangar, study building, main office)
>Other (Imagination just might be the limit!)

>>18495239
Recall critical information about Demis, specifically, the differences between the two types.

>>18495256
Three types, that is.

>>18495239
Sorry guys, I had that written in ten minutes, but my internet blooped. Is blooped a word? Let's say it is.

rolled 42 = 42

>>18495256
This, followed by a trip to the Cafeteria for a light, but filling breakfast. We want to be well prepared for what will no doubt be a busy day.

>>18495299
Yeah, yeah. Best to go over the types of Demi again, just incase they spring another test on you. Let's see... You're a recruit, so all you really need to worry on are the basic Ranged and Melee Demi.

Basic Ranged Demi tend to be heavy and slow, with medium grade armour and a light, six-shot rifle. Generally viewed as too slow and poorly armed to survive in close-combat. Then again, if you're skilled enough, the bayonette on the rifle can be down-right deadly.

Basic Melee Demi are almost the exact opposite, quick and lightly armoured, wielding a short blade and a buckler. They usually can take light damage, but if you come across anything meaner or bigger than an infantry squad, you're advised to back off.

Command types... Oh boy, sky's the limit! A Commander can commission the Mutes to forge them any sort of Demi they want, though most tend to be heavily armoured and fancy in their decoration and construction. You know, to show off to the troops who they're supposed to follow.

Hmmm... All that thinking made you hungry. You don't want to face the big day with an empty stomach. Onwards, to the cafeteria! You leave the barracks and cross the road, revelling in the cool morning air. Hah, just what you needed to wake up all the way. You step inside the mess hall, and make a beeline for the small buffet they have set up. What shall we eat, Mister McGraff?

>have coadjo

Captcha, it's /tg/'s choice what they have to breakfast, even if the coadjo is nice this morning!

>>18495472
Meat.

rolled 60 = 60

>>18495472
Preferred source of protein, toast, fruit.

>>18495510
Mmm, that smell! Could it be? Yes! The rare treat of bacon! You move to shovel a pile onto your plate, but a sharp pain lances up from your knuckles.

"Boy, you know full well that that's for everyone. Don't be a hog." Curses! It's the chef! The chef with her wooden spoon. She puts a few pieces on your plate, along with a roll and a bit of fried egg. You turn away, pondering if you'd rather have bacon or knuckles. Looking around the cafeteria you spot three tables. One is empty, one has a young man, a private Aaron, whom you know passed the pilots exam as well, and one has two young women who you have yet to meet, though one sports the signet ring of a pilot. Where do you sit, Mister McGraff?

>>18495643
Do we know Aaron?

>>18495581
Sorry, friend. Just a bit too late.

>>18495656
Vaguely. His bunk is in the same building as yours, but so are eighteen other boys. You momentarily wonder where they are, but reason that they are out doing morning excercises. You, of course, do not have to participate due to having passed your test.

rolled 47 = 47

>>18495643
Arnold McGraff sounds like the name of a man who has no need of women at the moment. Time to go get friendly with Aaron since they're both about to be pilots.

>>18495692
Agreed.

>>18495692
Arnold McGraff is the name of a man who can recall a wise saying: Bros before hos. Let's make a bro. "Aaron, how are you?" You ask in a friendly tone, sliding into a seat across from him. He looks up from his meal (how the hell did he get that much bacon without his hand being the size of a melon?!) and cocks an eyebrow.

"Mister McGraff." He notes, nodding to you. "I am well. I heard that you passed your test with quite an impressive grade. My congradulations." His tone is polite, if formal. Response?

>Further, would you preffer our mister Arnold be a bro? A bit stuck up? General characterization time!

>>18495797
We are a bro. The Empire stands together. Unity through strength.

Do we know how he scored?

>>18495828
That would be "Strength through unity."

Come on brain, you can do this.

>>18495828
Decently, you think. You've heard bad things about his skill in close combat, but he's supposed to be a good sniper. You, by the by, scored with a good score all around.

>>18495861
"Congratulations to you, as well. I've heard you're quite an accurate shot."

>>18495849
Anything specific to say, or just let me handle it with being a bro?

>>18495963
He nods, smirking a bit. "I like to think so. Gives me a bit of an edge, keeps me away from the barbarians as well." His smirk widens. "I understand you scored well all around, something of a jack of all trades. Do you have any real prefferences?" He looks to be only politely interested, but hey, it's a start! ...right?

>>18496007
"I prefer whatever lets me smash heads for the Empire. I'll go out with a bucket on my head and a stick if it means making money and expanding our territory."

rolled 51 = 51

>>18496046
Forgot my dice. Rolling to make our guy a TRUE PATRIOT who desperately wants to fight for his country.

So, is this just a bad time for quests, is there another quest going on, am I a bad GM, or is this just the FIRSTQUEST blues? I ask because it seems there's only one other person here. Maybe two. Roll call?

rolled 6 = 6

>>18496105
No clue man. I, for one, am looking forward to what is essentially, as far as I can tell, mechs vs tree huggers.

>>18496105
There are at least two people here. Quest starting is kind of a crapshoot.

>>18496197
Plus it's kind of a slow board anyway, so it would take time even if that weren't the case.

>>18496073
>As long as a single player wants to play, I'll GM! For a little while, anyway. I need to go to bed in like, half an hour.

Pride in the Empire fills you as you inform the sniper of your patriotism. Barbarians, the beasts of the wilds, the untamed world: You're determined to be on the front lines, expanding the Empire across the world! He blinks, then smirks again and nods. "I understand. That's respectable. Make sure and keep yourself safe, the Empire needs people like us, ready to lay down the law in the name of our divine right to the world." Respond?

>>18496268
"I won't be overly reckless. If the Empire requires my life, however, so be it."

>>18496298
And the flags wave and music plays, but only in our heads. All kinds of pride and sense of duty.

>>18496298
Your new 'bro' nods in understanding. He looks out the window to the rising sun and motions to your meal. "We only have about an hour till we need to hit the hangar. Should eat, we'll both need our energy for our first field runs." You nod and dig into your food. It's going to be a good day.

>Or it will. It's late here, and I need to head to bed. I'll start this quest again on friday, at 17:00-18:00 4chan time. Or acording to what it says on my screen, anyway. 5:00PM Central Time Zone.

>>18496440
Really sorry this was so short, guys. I started late because inspiration hit me like a train. Took me all of fifteen minutes between when I decided I wanted to run a quest and the time I started posting.

>>18496474
It's all good. Just be sure to come back stronger next time and ready to write.