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Alright, So a lot of shit has happened. The currently found Cities and settlements of /tg/ have formed what is called the Confed, a confederation and trade pact between each other to ensure mutual protection. Now, this is fucking important so don't skim.

We currently are being assailed from all side, The Fedoran Empire, the confeds evil twin has shown up on the scene in a big way, kicking the shit out of River city and with it many innocent people. The /y/ikings are headed our way, looking to plunder anything they can find including you. Meanwhile in the North /b/ and the Empire of the Travelers is doing their thing. So there's that.

Also the newbie guide

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>>28635709
A new and improved Bestiary, now with more terror.

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>>28635709
Some plants and things because we like that sort of shit.

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>>28635709
We're classy here folks, so we like to share. Hop on your Scale wolves kiddies the show's about to start!

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>>28635782
Map of /tg/ lands

I awoke for the second time to pain, the fires burned in my body and I could feel the daemons hunger inside of me. It thirsted for something. Lurching I moved, sitting up and finding my motions too fast, augmented and twisted as it struggled to guide my hand. I knew what it wanted. Unsteadily I lurched, falling to the floor with a clamor of metal and curses.

I tried again, giving just enough control away to let it move me. Slowly I moved now, shuffling like an ancient man, bent over and hobbled. The first stone, was nearly dead, a weak glimmer of the energies inside, that captured soul fire from somewhere beyond. Dimming in my hands I felt the rush of the energy flow into me, the blue stones glowing brighter for a few moments. It demanded more, and six more times did I feed it, till the azure light formed its own halo of light around me and I could stand as a man did.

I moved to leave the temple only to be stopped in my tracks. The armor again fighting me, the daemon within demanding something. Casting my gaze about I found what I could tell it sought, a sword and shield ancient and carefully preserved. The metal dust covered. Slowly I took this upon me, letting them fit upon my hip and arm. In kind they glowed, Familiars to the armors own being it would seem. Again I fed, another three stones, how long would these last I wondered?

>>28635891
I was perplexed, I remember there being a temple where I emerged from the ground.

NO! NO, there was no temple. Foul daemon there was only Ruins, leave my mind free of your poisons.

Subtle is it's way, I stepped through memories that were not mine as I emerged into the sunlight and felt its heat. For a moment I stood within a marbled plaza. Pillars of stone dedicated to each of my...it's past incarnations. The warriors who had donned the armor of the daemon of this Lich of this dulluhan who's head meant death.

And it was gone, I realized the treachery of walking through such a path and stepped back into my own time, once more physical and not lost within its confounding mazes. Looking to the West I could see fires rising high across the flat lands here. It would seem the battle still raged. So I turned North, to where the New Sun's Cities lay. I would visit the sorcerers there and show them the gifts of the God they proclaimed to love.

>>28635986
North, North, North.

Silence foul daemon, you obey me.

We went north, its whispers in my ears as it sung songs of lies and the sun beat down upon us. I felt no heat or cold, no hunger or thirst even as I walked unceasingly. The armor, the daemon cursed artifact it was allowed me. Though, in a demons care is little better than a knife in the night. By the seventh day I found the City gates. Guards armed with simple spears and leather armor stood watch. Crude points aimed at me.

I laughed, the sound reverberating from within the helm as it the strange jaws moved the display my lips, poised in cruel smile. I demanded entrance, and should they not, their deaths.

These....other's these People. Did not seem to find the humor in my words and attacked, simple weapons which couldn't even scratch the material of the daemons skin. I broke their necks in return for their efforts and flung the gates open myself. My voice echoing down the streets as I demanded resplendent in Golden fury to see the 'sorcerers' of this pathetic empire that I would make my own.

>>28635570
I will attempt something short onto which i may later build onto, im not 100% sure with the lore and all but i like the idea of how it may have started. This is nothing lore changing or big, just 2 fools doing shit in the newly found place, so here we go(warning i started writefaggotory 4 days ago so it may be bad):

In the middle of overgrown area 2 rather odd creatures awake, well rather odd to this place. The first human looks up, you would expect wonder on his face. But there was none, instead he just kicked the other human into the side and screamed "AUFWACHEN!"(side note "WAKE UP"). Human 2 woke up rather quickly too and there they stood, 2 rather normal looking humans in the middle of a unkown forest. They looked at each other for a brief moment and they knew that from this point on the roleplaying starts. One makes sure that he got everything he prepared, first the hunting knife, then the compass and lastly if his nazi uniform with gasmask is complete. Two follows this pattern and checks everything, both carry a rather old rifle and bayonett with them aswell as a little side stachel, nothing else from the promised 100 pounds. It was uncertain what will happen now, everything that was planned was a simple chat massage "GET YOUR UNIFORM WE HARDCORE RP NOW". 1 looked up and said "Herr doctor wie fühlen sie sich?"("Doctor how are you?") 2, or rather doc simply said "sehr wohl herr doctor, bis auf leichte magen schmerzen"("pretty good expect of some pain in the stomach"). And at this point they started to wander.

I will go more onto the story, and may start to write little storys about doctor and doctor who hard RP as nazi soldiers in this universe.

>>28636214
This feel when you are sure everything is correct, read your post and start counting spelling errors.

>>28636214
not bad at all and thank you for the translations!

>>28636234
Don't feel to bad, it happens to everyone.

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>>28636114
>Cowards! Come to me!

I said shut up.

The daemon is bloodyminded in what it wants it seems. I struggle to hold back the urge to kill every guard that come's at me. These will by my Acolytes soon, and must be left intact. It's an effort to not snap limbs and rip them in twain. I walk through the streets deserted now as I make my way towards the center. The slaves and those who do not fight, hide. Cower at the sight of me. Pathetic.

>Take the city

I will control this fortress the bloody heart of MY Empire, I will not let the daemon win yet. I shall hold the sorcerers that sent us to our deaths above the towers ledge and let their bodies fall to the plaza below. That is the fate they deserve.

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>reading through besitary looking for updates.
>see red worms

....

fuck this planet

>>28636720
its allright, just drink a shit ton of butterroot oil and it kills them inside your stomach

>>28636214
A few nights after the arrival of the doctors they discuss their plans again, like everyday. Also because they needed a rest, the forest became a little bit lower here and from time to time they spotted weird animals, but didnt dare to waste ammuniton. Doctor 1 asked "Herr doctor ist ihnen denn nich auch etwas aufgefallen in den letzten tagen?"(Doctor did you notice something too in the last few days?") Doctor 2 simply noded, 1 proceeded "Die tage hier sind kürzer, dazu wissen wir wenigstens das dass kraut von heut morgen essbar ist, halte auschau dafür!"(the days here are shorter, to that we atleast know that the herb from this morning is eatble, look out for that!"). In the time of their little conversation, that took place in the middle of a old little ruin, they heard a cracking noise a few feet away from them. 2 put his finger in front of his gasmask and steadily listend. Out of nowhere, or rather out of the entrance, a thin and weak human emerged with a blade in his hand, ready for a surprise attack and shouting some sort of warcry that quickly got quite. The weakling stared at the doctors which didnt react much and his eyes grew wide like the ones of Anne Frank when she lost hide and seek. "HERR DOCTOR DAS IST UNSERE CHANCE!"("doctor this is our chance uguu~") With pointed rifles 2 shouted in a thick muffled accent "Stay zere iv you want to liv!". The weakling almost broke out in tears and dropped his katana, put his hands in the air while putting his long hair in order. 1 walked over to him and rashled through his side stachel, while 2 kept on pinning him down with the rifle. Swiftly 1 used a pair of used bondage toys to bind his hands behind his back. You could almost smell his fear, and the sweat, while he got escorted back to 2 There he was orderd to stay while 1 wrote something into a little notebook he got out of his stachel. (cont)

>>28636915
(cont) "Versuchs Tier wurde gefangen! Nahrungsmittel tests können nun beginnen!"(Test subject got catched, food testing can now start ~uguu)2 laid down his stahlhelm besides him and wished a little bit of dirt out of his short blond hair, he then turned around and asked "Zo wat iz your name, and vrom where do you kome?" The test subjet stutterd in panick and said "My- um- my name is Steve Henkel, ple-please dont do anything we are all in the same boat man!" Doctor 1 turned around fast and his SS cap almost fell off, he adjusted it a little and said "HENKEL? Sind sie deutsch?"(henkel is a german last name"Henkel, are you german?)" It was obvious that he was scared, because he wasnt german, the problem was the his father was half jewish and thus got the name. He knew the badges on the uniform, and didnt knew how serious these self proclaimed "doctors" were with their uniforms. He just looked scared and confused on the question. A loud sigh came from 2 and 1 asked in english this time, the answer was a little bit more steady this time "ummm, no, not really"

>>28636946
1 sighed even louder and turned back to his notebook. 2 proceeded to ask "Zo where are you vrom then?" Henkel was quite a bit broken in the inside when he realised that the first person who talked to him face to face, which wasnt his mother, were nazis which bound him with a fetish toy. "America, where are you from?"
After that he got asked more things, which werent really important but 1 just loved to see his face when he almost shit himself. The last question was "Where are you hiding ze stuv you got from ze home of yourz?", he explained that this ruin was his camp and that he stayed here. 1 simply noded, and commented that this is their camp now for a few days. A bit of time passed, 1 looked at his pocket watch in the stachel and noted it, then he put on rubber gloves and got a little bit of an unkown fruit they found and kept. "Open wide pleaze!"
Their test subject now had a look of terror on his face, 2 pocked him in the site with his bayonette to remind him of the rifle. He opend, and chewed a little bit on the fruit. As he swallowed 1 came more near and near to him, the next hours consisted of it getting night time and the doctor noting the effects of the fruit. "Zo far zo gut! You zeem to hafe survived the fruit and not got any damage, zo far."
He made a last entry in his notes "Test wiederholen, mögliche nahrungsquelle gefunden. Warte ein paar tage um sicher zu gehen."(Repeat test, possible food source found. Wait a few days to make sure."
Rate the shit i came up with please

Our travel to ButterRoot Keep has been pretty eventful, our /tg/ guide has been invaluable in many respects. She says she’s what is called a Ranger and claims that her primary interest is getting us to ButterRoot Keep in once piece so she can have some R&R. While I question if those truly are her motives I can’t find fault with her as the creatures our /tg/ Ranger calls Yowlers had been following us for a while. We didn’t believe her until one night she had the NaughtyDogs up on the roof of the Conestoga and pointed them out with the night vision scope. The NaughtyDogs managed to pick off their alpha with advice from the Ranger. We collected the ichor from the corpse, apparently that’s a type of medicine. I had the 2 MD’s and the Chemist examining the Yowler’s fluids and the zoologist wouldn’t stop taking pictures with my camera. While the rest of the trip was uneventful threat wise, I think the NaughtyDogs have adopted our ranger friend into their group as the rest of the way spent traveling was spent with questionably embellished tales of past Lenore and Earth achievements. According to our ranger the city will be in sight just as the day breaks noon. It’s been a fun 3 days but if we’re going to make this a regular trek we need to speed things up.

>>28637131
Not gonna lie for some fucking reason it reminds me of gone with the blastwave.

>>28637334
not gonna lie, i have no idea the fucks that is but im gonna google it

>the you will never be a wandering cowboy-esque knight on an eternal crusade to uphold JUSTICE in a new world

>>28637240
The Ranger was right, we started to be able to see the city just before the sun crested the sky. We were able to observe with our binoculars but it is quite a different sight to behold when you get closer. A large tower rose proudly over well-structured blocks of building that were arranged circularly around the central tower. The red-orange bricks complemented by the large flying orange banners off the sides of the central tower. Our mechanical engineer had dabbled in architectural history commented that it looked inspired by Latin American cultural influences. As we drove our tortolo closer it seemed to recognize its home and we had to keep it reigned in to maintain an even pace. I had to admit that I was impressed with the city. I cranked up the radio mast on the conestoga and contacted Reservoir HQ to let them know we were in sight of the city. When I emerged we could see the dust cloud of what appeared to be men riding what could only be described as dire wolves. I was uneasy until I noticed our guide waving happily to the fast approaching group. I exulted cheerily to our group, “Guess it’s time to meet the neighbors!” and straightened my weathered lab coat.

>>28637759
Postmod?

>>28638375
Excuse me

>>28638393
Oh God don't ban me!

>>28638453
GET THE TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS!
BAN BAN BAN BAN BAN!

Well we were chilling at the Big Boss Mog's place. When he was going on a tangent when he found out these new world STDs isn't cured by their 'wonder drug'(for the love of god don't do it you'll wish you were dead thrice over). Apparently Boss Moss thought it would be an excellent idea to introduce elven prostitutes. Which has Mog beyond pissed it the things being thrown if not broken is anything to go by. Plus he was pissed about that area of the city being turned into a shithole. Apparently using a native was a bad idea as a boss. He was right about to order something when were heard the boom...that blasted a hole right through his favorite glass window and finally blew up above him causing crap to tumble down.

I honestly thought he was dead, nope he just popped out the rubble screaming orders. Apparently these Fedorans were going to pay dearly and during the chaos we were to deal with Boss Moss and his loyalist bunch. All I do know is that it was a bloody operation that succeeded quite well, I personally wasn't there though I was part of the group sent in pursuit of these guys. I didn't think we could catch them until we ran under ground, down aways to a hidden alcove. There was a /y/king shipping unloading stuff. hm so THAT was they got it their shit. I spoke aloud but then Boss Mog corrected me he said the /y/kings provided old world crap and stuff far away like fashions from /fa/ and crap. Hm well that explains why our forces are dressed the way they are. Plus how he was catching up with Harkonen.

That was when some of the guys pulled a few crates up cracking them open showed...well I will admit I whistled upon seeing all those guns, ammo boxes, and odd grenade things. Holy hell. After that we boarded up with the /y/kings and were off once we were equipped.

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>>28638453
Taking my name back because I am now home

No really, what?

>>28638374
Looks like we would finally be getting to meet a representative of those new arrivals that moved in to Resevoir Outpost, hmm, supposed its not really an outpost anymore, more like a town in its own right. They are riding in on those funky wagons they have, we have two of our own now, brought in from the returned expedition, all of whome were given a heroes reception on their return and the newcomers given a place of their own.

These people though, weren't just recruits brought in by the expedition, but leaders of a very new faction in /tg/. Looking forward to it myself, since it couldnt of come at a better time.

Right now the recently completed hot air balloon, with a honest to god wicker basket holding a single woman aloft, she's one of our skilled artists and is currently making sketches of our surrounding area from her great vantage point. To add to our first impression, I made sure to have the Outriders at their best, uniforms handpressed and cleaned with fresh plumes in their caubeens. Even I had plucked a fresh feather off of Franky and adorned my stetson with it.
The lancers looked particularly impressive with their gleaming breastplates and lances trailing bright orange banners. All of us trotted up to them on coming astride our brightly coloured mounts in a column formation. Scale Wolves were actually quite suited for moving in formation, they rarely collided and easily fell in to pace with one another and after months of practicing they moved with the grace of the queens life guard back on earth. Should make for an impressive enough sight I think.

Once we drew up to them I made sure to salute and call out in my best "authority" voice.
"Greetings and welcome, one and all, to Butterroot Keep, the brightest coloured city in all of /tg/."

>>28638742
Kog is brighter well under the right insects

>>28638695
I must say these /y/kings know how to row they blasted down that river like a bat out of hell. They had these drums set up and their thralls/crew rowed with the wind at their backs making it even faster. After a while they blew some horns which revealed yet more /y/king vessels. We did end up running into those Fedorans sadly they had some company with them. When the /y/kings saw one of their ships defiled by them they were even more pissed. Our main goal was to recapture that ship. Too bad they had crude cannons that I swear blew up on them half the time.

Luckily our guys were some amazing sharp shooters I don't think they pulled of more then a blast of their cannon or two before we were on them. I being the smart guy that I am hung back with the others and lobbed those strange grenades...which are devastating by the way. Chemical clouds, flaming bursts, classic booms, we captured the ship sadly however a number of the bastards got away by getting to their other ships. We took out a few more but some got away. When they were pulling out Mog ordered us to chuck the ones with glowing biohazard symbol on them. I was about to lob this one that had RZ written on it in red when one of the guys stopped me.

I didn't find out what we did to them until we got back. As the stuff didn't seem to be all that effective. That was when they explained that they were sick grenades. Carrying plague matter that would spread among them when they returned. I said that was a stupid idea due to it not only effecting them but was informed that the stuff burns its self out when not in the mountains. just until then its ugly due to all this moisture is going to make it that much worse. They knew it wouldn't effect much besides them plus it takes a little while to build up. Plenty of time for them to get home and spread the sickness. Yet not enough to really effect much else sadly these models were older, the spreading was still in the works as they precautions were done first.

>>28639901
I will admit that is really fucking dirty placing filth in with explosive matter to create a cruder bioweapon, but according to them it works wonders. Plus on the way back I hadn't realized just how far we ran along on that passage. Makes me wonder where this drop off point is exactly or where the hell they got those weapons. Sadly upon my return I was later snapped up by this girl I was seeing ..I honestly don't think I made it out of my room for an entire fucking month. I don't honestly know only that it was endless, later found out they found it funny to get her a birth control pill. All I got to say is thank god for delivery, but man what I would give for a bag of ice right now.

When we both finally left the apartment(and after I went to see the doc about my pelvis). I made my way back to the shop to find out we had been occupied for an entire month. Plus somehow they had a bag of ice which was handed to me...I nearly cried as I placed it. Finally I asked about Mog who I was informed ran off into the swamp to chase lethal tail. I asked why and they told be the threat of death made it that much better according to Mog. They then asked about my girlfriend, with those smug looks. Fucking bastards I know they were behind the pill. So I changed the question and brought up ice. They said deep enough up north if you brought enough down where its especially cool you COULD get some. Maybe.

Oh god these blessed fucking assholes I had to forgive due to the ice alone. Apparently that was all that was left from the last shipment and they let me have it. Oh now if only they stopped joking about her being from the Cypress Grove...

>>28638702
The postmod is a lunatic with builder artifacts who found a corpse with Moots ID on it and went on a punisheresque rampage.

Have some voice acting. There's more posts than are in these recordings and they're all archived.


http://vocaroo.com/i/s1BVbmdR46Mw

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1BDI1WD1J4X

>>28640225
Sounds like s nice chap

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I was damn disappointed that Cheetoes Fingers didn't bring back any girls. What am I supposed to do without girls to finish off my collection? I've got Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle, but it's no good until I get a Rarity and an Applejack. I need girls to go in the harem and name after my favorite ponies.

Oh well. He burned a lot of the place, we can always get the girls later. Now we've got to gather our forces and strike at their capital of Kog.

I don't like these northerners. The prisoners keep talking about them when they're tortured, and I don't like what I hear. They're supposed to be from /tg/ but they're making all the same mistakes Catan did before I took over. Letting in the fake gamer girls, giving them the right to vote. Pretending to uphold human rights, allowing old world religions in. You know what those northerners are? They're /t/hat /g/uys.

Yeah. This settlement sucked before I took over.

When we all popped in during the first wave I found Catan right away. The place was practically mine from the start. But then that bitch came. Oh, my poor little Fluttershy. I could tell she wasn't really a gamer. I tried to quiz her on Planescape errata but she blew me off. Well, I'm a nice guy so I decided to take her under my wing, help her out. But did she thank me? No. The bitch friendzoned me and took over the whole settlement!

Well thankfully I've got John and the Angry Marines. John is an actual honest to goodness ex-green beret. He wasn't in during wartime, but he actually was one! He agreed she fucked me over. I thought he'd be all uptight and moral like a lot of the ex-military were, but he got me, you know? So we went in in the middle of the night and killed the guards. That bitch paid for friendzoning me. With her tongue out and the ligaments in her hands and ankles cut she's quiet and shy like Fluttershy should be. She's my first wife now. Good times.

>>28640602
We have a specialty for guys like you. It's called yowler bait.

>>28640699
we like to use four scale wolves drawing in different directions

>>28640833
Why not just throw him to four wolves they still eat meat.

>>28640602
The King was pretty unhappy. Fortunately the /d/m, leader of Monstergirlopolis, stood up for me.

I was lucky. The enemy used some sort of weapon on our ship that caused Yowlers to attack us. I had to spend what was left of the slaves and even some of the Angry Marines to capture six of them, but I know the /d/m is always happy to have a few more Lamia waifus. His cure for the black eye was ingenious. Who else could figure out that if you cut a hole in a Yowler and fuck regularly it it'll cure the black eye without damaging your eyes? He really is a clever bastard. Plus there was that time he saved us during the second battle of Catan against /y/, even came up with the bright scheme to capture one of their ships! Then there was that time he enslaved those underground aliens

Besides, we don't even have to kill the yowlers. It's more humane. Just remove the limbs and teeth and you've got a perfect coily dragon waifu. The /d/m even offered to give me a Cutebold waifu slave as a reward. She might come from a cave but that furry little alien lizard can light up my bedroom anytime.

We've got to find out what they used on us. I've never seen so many Yowlers! We're lucky it happened on the water, though. We saw them swimming up before they could do a lot of damage. Whatever it is, they sure don't like it.

Well, I've got to start rallying our forces to raid Kog. The /d/m isn't coming with; he's spending time with his new kids, all ten of them. Shame, he's always so clever. Still, Kog is supposed to be much prettier, so it'll be fun to smash. Hopefully I'll get some girls this time, but if they use that Yowler lure again I'll be able to retire a rich, rich man!

>>28640893
because it takes longer for four wolves to slowly pull a man apart than to rip him apart

>>28640602
That's not a Fedora, it's a Trilby. Stupid Fedorans don't even know their own hats.

>>28640946
Well i guess we need to burn out like the shitstain they are.

>>28638742
It seemed the group meeting us had pulled out all the stops to impress us. I have to admit it worked. My crew had been transfixed at the sight of the Scale Wolves as the Ranger called them. I think the zoologist was having some kind of fit. Smiling at the offered greeting I responded “Ho! And well met. You won’t have any arguments to the contrary from me! I am Mr. Matthew, Chairman of the ExeTek Multinational Corporation, recently colonizing the Reservoir. My team and I bring items of goodwill and varied knowledge to share.” I offered in response.

>>28640166
Well Big Boss Mog returned finally...covered in is that knife wounds? According to him it went amazingly well. I don't get it I will admit. In any case I asked him about those bioweapons and asked how long they had been sitting out. He asked why I informed him some of them lose effectiveness over time. This saw to it that he began to curse saying he should of payed less. Finally when we reached the table and making sure to pointedly ignore the Boss's favorite broken window so as to not draw attention to it(we REALLY need to fix/replace that). Was when he found out that the ship they hit was the wrong one...he was not amused. Oh crap he just looked up at the broken window.

Oh he didn't do anything LUCKY. Wait why is he looking at me like that?

"Oh god he found my STASH. So Mark I heard you had been working with the good people attending to the wounded/sick or the dead. Finally that supplies with you arrived. I must say I hadn't expected that you had popped here from an armory. So what have you found out?"

...They receive the odd shipment of arms among their times going out for medicine. They also have a scary variety of poisons and worse. Which makes sense to heal people your also going to know how to kill them.

So it IS true that you don't want to join us?

I want to become a merchant plus the girl...

Ah yes thinks were all mobsters?

And everyone else. I plan to depart here and let them forget about me as I have some stuff to look into plus she plans to join the adventuring guild.

Good thing you never officially joined us then very well then, good luck and hopefully you'll offer us your services.

>>28641278
I just gave the new comer a friendly smile, which either looked warm or terrifying depending on the war the light hit my scars, and dismounted from Franky, making sure to stroke her head ridge the way that calmed her down.

"That wondeful to hear, the Keep is always willing to trade our own expertise and goods for those of others, especially if they are friendly."

I gesture for them to follow as we resume the walk to the Keep, the other riders staying mounted and taking up an escort position.

"Im sure the boss will also want to discussthe Confederacy with you but thats up to him. I'll be honest, I'm interested in any form of farmable plants you brought with or know of, every knew crop feeds another district of the Keep."

A few days ago he would be interested in knowing if they had any smiths but since Tim, the old guy from /diy/, had shown up they suddenly had a head weapon smith who knew what he was doing and had pretty much taken over one of our forges as his own. Then again, they might have someone who knew more about armor, worth checking later at least.

Report on Reservoir builder constructions
Director Corporal Gerard Latoyan
We’ve explored the barracks and tower thoroughly but ran into some issues. The barracks we’ve got pretty well sussed out. These builder fellows didn’t mess around when it came to utility there are several alcoves arranged in somewhat hexadecimal honeycomb clusters, with 2 bunks stacked one over the other on each wall. In total there were about 35 of these honey comb rooms per barracks. Additionally there appeared to be a staging area, almost arranged like a large mud room at the main entrances to the barracks. After clearing the barracks as mostly safe we requested assistance of the other directors and soon the buildings were crawling with just about every linguistic and social scientist that we had on base. They collaboratively poured over the carvings that adorn everything, trying to make sense of it all I guess. One of the bright bulbs decided to bring a mechanical engineer over to take a look at a few things and they think that the mud room that we labeled actually is a mud room. Not just in the typical sense either, seems like there is some way to get water flowing but they haven’t really figured that part out yet. Seems like there may be some type of door system too to seal this place up on rainy days, they haven’t figured that out yet either. (1/2)

>>28642110
I’m actually really glad we decided to have the eggheads look at the barracks first, they probably would have lost it if they saw the inside of the tower. It’s covered in even more carvings than the barracks are, if somehow that was possible. We’ve also discovered a really, really deep hole on the opposite side of the door, seems to go all the way from the bottom up to the top of the tower. Funny thing is there are partially enclosed stairs next to it. I sent a squad up and a squad down the stairs. First squad was able to maintain radio contact with no troubles, reaching the top of the tower and coming back down within about an hour. Apparently from the ground floor there are 5 more levels up, not including the observation level and roof access. Apparently the observation level is exposed to the elements so I’m unwilling to count that as usable space for the moment. The Second squad took just over 3 hours to return and we lost radio contact when they were about halfway in. I was just about ready to send a retrieval team in after them when they came back up. It was a good thing that they had taken pictures with their tactical cameras, I wouldn’t have believed them without seeing it myself. The staircase went down about 3 levels before opening up into a cavernous area illuminated with a red glow that I can only guess is this planets magma. This fourth basement level had several pillars holding up the roof with those runes on them, and according to the team they were pulsating slowly. There also seemed to be open pits of magma and work tables, no clearly discernable tools but it is possible they are stored away somewhere. I hope. The whole area looked like a giant forge to me. I called the board of directors together and showed them the recon pictures. It was a unanimous decision to refrain from exploring the tower further until Chairman Matthew returned and could be briefed. (2/2)

>>28636814
Maybe but what if I can't get to dome in time

There was very little profit from going to meet with Pirate. I got a few more prices of armor, but I decided to cut my losses and head down the coastline. Had a few lucky finds, buried some bones, and then me and the six who were with me were surrounded. They took me into what I thoght was a cliff but seemed to be a fortress, then they introduced me to their leader, a seven foot mountain of mustle wih a steel pipe next to him, lord brock commander of salamandstrong. I of coused asked if he had changed his name to make the reference fit better, he gave me a straight face and said "no what's the name I was born with" I then started laughing, and he started it to. We stayed there for a while before setting off to Kog with Brock and a group in boats he had stolen to refitted from the /y/kings. I decided to sail up the river to see if I could trade things in river city, go to the tower, across the lake to butter root, then back down to Kog. Of course we flew two flags, one was the Jolly Roger so people would know we were allies of pirate hopefuly, the other to make the joke worse was the badger head on the other. It was good to be home, and mabey the guild would get some of the debit cut off for finding allies.

The women of cypress grove came to river city shortly after the attack... just appeared out of the swamp dressed in some sort of armor and wielding builder weapons. They asked who ha attacked. When we said men wearing fedora they simply nodded and turned back towards the swamp. Just before leaving they told us they could guide us to where the bastards were hiding through the swamps....I.... rarely have I been so scared

Typically, this department works on figuring out the best way our smiths can reforge builder swords for the Rangers, improving our gunpowder production and new weapon ideas for use against future sieges. Well, one of the higher ranking Rangers stopped by today and dropped off a doozy they imported in from the storehouses of Camp Abaddon.

What we have here is a Russian designed RPG7, a rocket propelled anti-tank grenade. It's probably some cheap knockoff manufacture or soviet era salvage, I can't determine. It is, however, in working shape. We have been asked with duplicating the ammo and if possible, the launcher itself. There are two rocket grenades, what I've been told is a HEAT round, and a Thermobaric round, with which we can dissect. Carefully. Very very carefully. This project has been given a high priority by the Rangers and Central Supply, who also are urging us to develop simple mortars. Perhaps this project will give us some insight into how we might go about doing that. Personally I think it's a waste of resources but then again, rumor on the vine is that Rivercity was just attacked by a ship. No doubt one of these would rip out the entire bottom of a standard wooden sailing vessel.

>>28642621
Someone brought a rocket/grenade launcher with them? I must meet this person myself! I sense he is a kindred spirit and we will have many tales of explosions to talk about over a nice cup of green.

>>28642621
We xcom now

To whom it may concern, leaders of citystates, council members, mayors and boards of directors, we of the Koganusan Science guild, Communications Team, believe it is time to construct repeater stations at varying unmanned outposts to assist in strengthening our communications network within the Confederacy. Perhaps with the help of our newly immigrated /Sci/entist brothers, we can even create a method to allow our computer networks to communicate over distance via radio signal to assist in the dissemination of knowledge in the Confederacy. I believe this should be a project all members of the Confederacy should devote some manpower, time and materials towards, as all would benefit from it.

>>28642131
What we found down there was not lava, were such a case likely the team would be dead rather. It seems to be some form of electro-thermic material that when charged can generate within a small area stupendous levels of heat. Tests show that it can readily burn flesh on contact but will be room temperature to within one inch of the surface

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The Ranger Captain and I met at central plaza among their training grounds. We had traded in our weapons for blunted arrows and wooden swords. It took me a good bit of searching to find a properly weighted short sword. All of their weapons were extremely heavy to train the new recruits and I felt unbalanced swinging one. I have to admit I regret allowing him to choose the location. I’ve been fighting among the trees for so long that city fighting is completely foreign to me. We did agree that there would be no time limit and no range limit. We will be performing this duel until one of us concedes.

We both stood roughly 100 paces apart in an open court yard awaiting the Arbite referee to start our little duel off. As soon as the Arbite dropped a white cloth I notched three arrows and began to flee into the surrounding streets. As I turned to confirm the Ranger was chasing me I let the three blunted arrows fly to at least slow him down. I made it to the first street outside the plaza with about 50 paces between us. He knew the city better than I and I slowed to catch my bearings before sprinting off down a side street. He was starting to close the distance and if I turned to fire another volley of arrows at him he would have overtaken me.

Instead of turning to fight I fled. I began to use my environment to speed my flight and began using walls to jump off of and around corners. When the side street finally closed in enough I was able to use both side walls to jump up to the second level of the houses. Continuing the upward momentum I grabbed the top of a building and pulled myself onto the roof. As I tried to quietly catch my breath while watching over the second story overhang the Ranger ran past and almost immediately realized I had stopped running forward and instead gone up. I managed to hide before he could spot me, but it was only a manner of time before he too got up on the roof and continued his pursuit.

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>>28644736
I began to quietly cross the roof tops for the next few houses. Once I got back towards the plaza I located a three story building and climbed to the top of that. Standing atop the tallest building in the area I was able to reacquire my target. Unfortunately, he had spotted me as well and he notched his own bow. I will admit the Captain was an amazing shot. He managed to get the arrow right on target towards me, but using a short bow across that kind of distance he had to lob the arrow too high and by the time it got near enough to me it had lost most of the initial force. I swatted the arrow away with my own bow which only further angered him.

I started to chuckle at the sight of this. He was probably expecting a fair duel. A test of our strengths against each other, probably within the confines of the plaza. Humans were built for endurance. We would chase our prey down for days and literally wear them out rather than slice them with claws or fangs. I was just a little more willing to resort to our old evolutionary design than him. I would wear him out so that he was unable to pursue any more and I could walk up to him and tap him with my fake sword.

His arrow had missed, but he was still moving closer to engage me in close combat. When he got closer to the building I was on I shot another blunted arrow at him. He managed to avoid the blow, but he was expending a lot of energy to chase me down and avoid my arrows. When he pulled his bow back to shoot at me as well I had already slipped off the back of the building and, after using a window or two, landed on the street. I quickly flipped a crate a few feet down the street and then crept back into the shadows of an open doorway.

Ladies and gentlemen on the radio WAVES we are here to bring news! The vermin swarms have finally hit the coasts and have begun to split up. Conflict is expected when they stumble upon the Tard Peninsula. Finally River City got hit by these Fedorans and the favorite window of this Big Boss Mog was broken in the process. Why is this mere window breaking important you wonder? well guess what turns out he wants PAYBACK and tried to get only to find out he nailed the wrong ship, talk about a bummer.

Finally during the chaos has anyone heard what happened? About this as the news are calling it Operation Moss Bread? Apparently Big Boss Mog supposedly ordered a hit on his OWN guys during the chaos then when the authorities went to investigate he was gone off to see the Lethal Ladies of Cypress Grove. No one thought he would make it back alive but here he IS...why are you covered in knife wounds?

I enjoyed the taste of life of course!

Anyway what is this story about you trading and even WORKING with the yikings? Care to explain yourself.

Why don't you ask them yourself.

Puw you crazy I don't want to be-OH FUCK.

Hello I am called Dicebeard.

Ah why are you hear today Dicebeard?

Why because you were asking about us of course.

Indeed so why haven't you hit the river city yet dicebeard?

Them Fedoran assholes in teh way makes me look bad also got a few problems up north.

So...these Fedorans since they have caused us some problems what do you know about them?

Besides them being rapy enslaving dicks who attack our innocent allies the /u/topians?

.../u/topians?

Yeah the bastards strike at their outer settlements due to the city being to scary for the scared little bitches to deal with.

Ah do you strike at cities?

Of course we do.

Then why haven't you beaten them yet?

...too deep inland and lets leave it at that.

Ah thank you very much Dicebeard next time when you tune in we got some exclusives when it comes to Operation Mossbread and more! Now for some music

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>>28644758
Sure enough, he fell for the false signs of my passing and turned down the other alley. I returned to the plaza by following the opposite street and blended in with my hunters now performing their daily stick waving. It was nearly an hour before he returned, winded and carrying a crossbow he had managed to pick up somewhere. There is no way to “safely” blunt a crossbow, and he was obviously furious after being lead on a goose chase for so long. A bell rang and the sword trainers took a break. I fell in step amongst my Hunters, gently moving them around me for protection as we walked towards the Captain. He was ready for my stealth attack and caught my blow on the front of the crossbow. He grinned in satisfaction before releasing the blunted bolt into my shoulder.

My left arm was completely numb and immobile. The force of the bolt staggering me back and away from him. I wouldn’t be able to draw a bow again for a while. I still had managed to hold onto my wooden sword and with all the force I could manage from a one handed blow I managed swing beneath his guard and crack him solidly in the ribs. As the two of us fought to recover our breath I caught his eyes. He had the look of an injured Yowler that was backed into a corner and prepared to go down fighting. I am pretty sure I also had a similar look about me as he cracked a brief smile. I swear if it hadn’t have been for the alarm bells the two of us would have beat each other to a bloody pulp right there in front of our men.

Well I as busy looking at some the plans form Teddy's area. Hm trying to figure out why he would strike out so far while enjoying I nice cup of Keeper Coffee. God I hate the mornings but according to the reports about him expanding to forts and slowly building them south. I was suspicious he was one of our best yet he went seemingly rogue and then there was this report about the vermin swarms going hitting the coastline so they split for-oh you smart son of a bitch Teddy.

Keep the barbarians from getting such news by being in the way and they will catch them offguard and here I thought you were doing a suicide mission. HAH.

Uh sir we got another report.

Hm ouch that is going to fuck with Mora and hm that is much more forces then I had expected what gives?

A band is to travel to the swamp while another to the deeper jungle to establish bases. Finally the rest of them are reinforcing our numbers. Our own forces are to be sent to the jungle.

Oh great. Let me guess I am in charge?

Yes sir.

Aww.

Short while later. We headed out there is these one ruins I think will be perfect problem is its pretty deep in. Like real deep but some ruins that go that far up above the jungle is just what we need to assuage paranoia. Plus its nice away from most factions. Perfect for our needs. Best part is I just promoted some other sap to do it instead! Can you believe they wanted me to leave RIGHT when I found some hotsprings with ruins and everything nearby. HAH.

>>28642184
which kind of /y/king boats did you steal from us and from where? I mostly question because I'd like to know which part of my forces go attacked before I do anything and what class boat are they? The smallest that only carries 15 crew and 5-10 warriors? the larger one that onyl carriers 40 crew? The slightly larger that carries that plus enough space for twenty passengers? Or the largest that can carry 80-90 in crew and passengers.

I ask because there are a finite number of the top two, there is only a handfull of the 80 man ships and those are assigned as lead ships for longdistance coastal raids. The rest of the ships are readilly available to captains and could of been easily been picked off by a smart raiding crew.Just be aware the largest ships are heavily protected and assigned to the leaders of the raiding force and are not that simple to snatch and grab and are in fact very well defended.

>>28646622
Try that on the Rizon which is where the guy is at who did it. I was most confused as I did a little stuff on /y/ikings such as Dicebeard among other things for a while now.

>>28636553
After the first wave, they retreated. Expected really, they are so primitive, their scent lingers everywhere I've come to realize a smell of filth and degeneration into chaos. To think I was like this.

This must be changed.

I and the daemon move in agreement though for different reasons I believe. Now, the sun beating down upon the golden armor I walk towards their high tower, perched like fat frogs ready for the gig. I shall break their backs.

Inside the cool darkness, where they hide and simper like beaten children I find them. Some still corpulent even after coming to this world. The sight sends waves of revulsion through me. WIthout care I drag them each one by one up the six levels of the tower. One by one I list their sins against their fellow man, how they left us soldiers and slaves to die upon the battlefield while they waited for new, to play stratego to us and command us like puppets. No more I whisper to each as the wind whips their robes open and I like the lover embrace them one last time to say good bye cast them from the roof.

>>28646854
At the end of it all I had left the city devoid of their leaders, turning thrashing they looked about and I realized what I had done. Killing the sorcerers now, without leaders, I had killed my empire. But, there was a hope. I cast out to the people of city, I called to them and asked if they would wish to realize the true potential of their natures, to no longer be mere slaves to Hedonists.

I demanded no sacrifices and no material gains I offered in their stead power which had been lost, I offered them the knowledge of the daemon and with it the right to rise up and rule the land around us and reforge empires of old.

Behind the mask though, I wept. I wept for I knew I was to damn them all.

>>28647282
I feel like this is gonna end badly for /b/

>>28647282
They cast their spears to my feet, as I stood upon the broken bodies of their former masters. The daemon cackled at this, savoring my victory. Parasite beyond death that it is but it has it's uses. I can see the city through time, know what each building once did what each tunnel leads too. But I must be careful lest I walk into the trap that is the past like so many others.

My first command was to begin the withdrawl of the armies of the New Sun for the time being. The hordes would be dealt with in time but first we must have soliders worthy of the right to war.

>>28647622
BUMPS FOR DAT BUMP GOD

The Outriders endedup escorting the Resevoir delegation all the way to the Keep, the whole procession actually drawing a crowd out of Butterrooters and visitors alike. I also took the time to explain the way we ran things here, unlike the southern cities we didn't have a formal organization, instead we followed a mayor elected more or less by popular opinion and our works projects were directed by individual leaders. Turned out their system was in the complete opposite direction, being a number of branches led by directors and headed by a chairman, huh, looked like we had the start of our first real 'corporation'.

Once we delivered them to the Keep to the care I bid the Chairman farewell, complete with a flourish of my hat, and had the Outriders return to the Scalewolf corral. It had become routine now, everyday they weren't on patrol the Outriders spent the afternoon with training. This included the usual archery and lance practice for the men but the new addition since the Rangers had arrived to help deal with the elves had been to practice their version of german fencing. Well, we can't quite use their forms, but we've been focusing on single edged forms and adapting them to use from wolfback but the process is mostly the same, lots of smacking each other with heavy wooden swords. Suddenly all their complaining makes sense.

Still need to check if the Tim and his guys have had any progress with the actual swords though, otherwise we might be charging in to a fight with a bunch of fancy sticks. I also need to take some time to talk to Randy, one of our lancers, he keeps trying to affixing a pair of canvas wings to his scale wolf, thats in addition to the metal horn he's allready affixed to a harness on its head. He's starting to worry me.

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So I came up with this great joke today!

What do you call a cutebold with shit on its face? A dickwipe! Hahaha.

But seriously, enslaving those aliens was the best thing I've ever done. They're complete doormats. They'll do ANYTHING as long as you promise not to kill them. The forced breeding program is going great. They've gone from a small population of survivors to a sizable underground city. They are an excellent source of labor and companionship for new arrivals. Not that I'm neglecting my sweet Lamia waifus, of course! Once you rip the teeth out a yowler has a sweet, moist mouth that's just plain fun to use over and over and over again. I never thought I'd get to make a dragon cry, but Lenore seems to have a way of making dreams come true.

Oh, when I first brought back a Yowler, crippled and maimed, they called me insane. When I started cutting holes in its hide and fucking them they called me a pervert. But when they started dying from the black eye and I didn't, they called me master. Now everyone shares my love for the sweet creatures. Or they die, of course. But that's not my fault.

My human brides are pretty nice too. Just had my tenth child a bit ago. I've decided to give my first wife a break from the breeding pits. She wants to go around and spread the Imperial Truth and atheism. I'm all for it - anything to keep those damn cults out.

That said King Fedoran wants me to give some input on fighting the Confederacy. Dangerous people up there. I was all for diplomacy, but to be honest, they're total moralfags. I don't think it'd last, so it's better to try and conquer. Time is only going to favor them since they're so much bigger and don't have to conquer new members.

It's not like capturing slaves in /new/ or tricking those thick skulled /y/kings. They're smart and well equipped. I've got some tricks for 'em though. I'm replacing the slave soldiers going to Kog with hivers.

>>28654607
What's a hiver, you ask? Why a beautiful countermeasure for /y/ I came up with a while ago.

They had a tendency to raid us and steal of /new/ slaves, so I got an idea. There are these wonderful little parasite snakes in the water near the acid swamps. When they bite you, they pump you full of eggs. If you don't treat it it'll eventually kill you.

So what did I do? I had slaves run through the swamps until one didn't get eaten by Kelpies or killed by acid, but came back with a nice leg full of eggs. Then I had him drowned in a tank full of water.

Thanks to this, I've now got a delightful pool full of the creatures. We toss 'em a slave every now and then to feed them and keep their numbers up.

But how does this affect /y/, you might ask? Simple. They didn't kidnap normal slaves. They kidnapped Hivers - slaves that have had a short dip in the tank and are heavily infested with their larvae.

A few days after going, they die and their corpse erupts with the little snakes! It doesn't just rob them of plunder, the emerging snakes can end up biting some of the /y/kings as well. Even if they live, they're down an arm or a leg.

Clever, no? And the price is just a couple slaves.

Of course they caught on eventually - which is when we started tossing hiver corpses in watering holes outside the cities when they tried to invade. Retaliation for our raids on their allies in /u/, I believe. Ha.

Well the effect is wonderful. The water's poisoned and diseased thanks to the corpses, AND infested with the snakes! Did a great job on their marines. Then you just wait a month or so before going out so most of the snakes starve. Voila, a jungle free of predators or invaders! Kog is in for a big surprise even if they win.

I'm also having us smear our weapons with Jitterbug juice. Not only does it wound, it also causes the enemy to trip during combat, sometimes killing their own side!

And of course more Thermite Cannonballs. Now loaded with black vine!

>>28654690
Black vine is an awesome little plant that grows on some swamp trees. Touching it makes your skin itch enough that people will peel off their own skin to get it to stop.

But burn the powdered dry leaves and the smoke is like CS gas. You cough, you itch all over for a day, and you throw up. Your eyes water and it's all but impossible to see.

Oh sure, most of it's vaporized by the thermite so we can only do Black Vine stuffed cannonballs or Thermite Cannonballs, but hey - no weapons perfect. It'll cause a little added confusion, and that's the important thing.

Hmm. I wonder if they've met the other aliens? I've always wanted a cute birdgirl waifu as a slave.

>>28653684
The Rangers time has been good for more than just my Outriders however. We ended up organizing some training exercises between the Rangers and both Da Boyz and the Outriders. Tactics, equipment and even basic knowledge about the world was shared freely between them.

Rangers were given a crash course on how not to piss off a scale wolf and how to break in as riding beasts, some even took the chance to try riding the more docile wolves we used for plow duty. They also got to learn how to properlly use our bellows powered flamethrower and some of the more technical minded ones even got to learn how to construct the things, which thanks to no longer relying on butterroot oil they would be able to build and field themselves. We also had them practice with shield and phalanx formations, to get them better used to fighting as part of a solid unit, although still mostly as ranged support. Finally we tried to impress upon them the utility of the simple sling, which to most of our troops served as a side-arm, either as a ranged weapon or a flail, not sure how well that caught on.

Da Boyz and the Outriders in return got some proper sowrd training, where we soon learnt that most of us, despite knowing how to fight, still lacked any real skill with a blade. They were also the subject of some guerilla skirmishes and practice ambushes. Then there were the survival classes, honestly what I found the most interesting, as it was a chance to get more information on the local wild and plantlife, its something we kind of neglected after the discovery of the butterroot and spice plant, our abundance of terran plant seeds has meant we didnt really need to find new crops.

It got a little tense when the outrider archers started arguing on the merits of the reflex bow in comparison to the longer bows that the Rangers and at some point I though it might come to blows, then somone mentioned crossbows and they both joined up arguing the merits of bows in general.

Its a good thing we were training as well, we recently got word of an attack on River City by unknown raiders. River City, the second largest city state in the confederacy! My mind jumped around about who could of performed an attack that deep into the Confederacy, it cant be /b/, its to far south, it wasn't the elves because it was done by boat and it couldnt of been Hades suddenly turned hostile because they would of had to use roads or rivers that had heavy traffice to get there, we would of noticed them.

But whoever these fedora wearing freaks were, they seemed organized and well equipped not just a horde of psychos like /b/ or a tiny raiding party like the elves. We'd need to seek them out and stop them from being able to perform suhc an attack again. For that reason the Keep quickly mobilised a force to support the Confederacy. Da Boyz would be deploying via the Rogue Trader and its sister ship the Argo, empty except for them and the needed supplies to feed them, straight down to Kog, well they were also carrying the new flamethrowers and two of the new balloons that we had built. While they took the waterways, the Outriders, would take a short cut via the Tower and move quickly down to Kog using another set of tunnels, the wolves disliked being underground but they were well trained enough to go anyways.

I would be joining them this time, the Mayor just returned and he has a wife and two kids now, he can still contact us via the Rogue Traders radio but I don't think it would be right for him to head into danger again. I dont though and I've trained someone to take over any one of the projects I had been in charge of, I might be missed by my friends but my loss wouldn't cripple the Keep or leave a family behind without a father.

I should probablly visit Jill at the Tower, or at Kog, or wherever she's staying now. It would be nice to see her again before going to battle. Fuck, I'd never thought I'd say it, but Im going to war. I already miss my farms.

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This is going to be a major expedition for the Empire. We know how dangerous the Confederacy are, so our strike on their capital of Kog has to do as much damage as possible.

Last time they captured one of our smaller support ships. It's unfortunate, but that's how it goes. We've stolen a few boats from /y/ and made several of our own. Now we're putting almost everything that can float on the rivers and we're getting ready to charge for Kog.

Our flagship is the SS Matt Ward, capable of holding over a hundred slaves. It's supported by two ships half that size, with fifty slaves each. Supporting them are our home made vessels. Ten river sailing ships that can carry a crew of up to twenty. Our elite angry marines are mixed in with the slave crews to keep them in line, and about half of the main vessel is composed of our elite citizen-soldiers.

We've got plenty of cannon, and the new shot the /d/m cooked up. That man knows how to destroy beautiful things.

Sadly, High King Fedoran also ordered us to take five members of the Scorpion Clan with us. They're Fedoran black ops, nasty customers. While the rest of us invade they'll be there to spread a little anarchy, blend in with the locals and try to assassinate their leaders. Of course, they're also there to keep a watch on us. Too many of the other High Fedorans have woken up dead for me to ignore their true purpose. If anything in this new world is poisonous they know about it, and they're sneaky as hell.

Most of our true soldiers have firearms. The slaves have spears and shields, but they're mostly a distraction. No one cares if they die. We'll conquer if we can, but our main purpose is to cut off their so-called Confederacy at the head. It's an ugly form of government. I hate destroying ugly things, but orders are orders. Maybe they'll have a pretty girl or boy or two for me to cut up to make up for it.

We'll sail past and ignore Battleborn to hit the real target. Time to have fun.

Those strangers the guards spotted? They're elves! Ha! Thats what they call themselves anyway. Degenerates really, got themselves covered in a fungus that covers their skin and makes them glow. But they said they bore gifts for the enemies of /tg/, so we let them in of course. I entertained them for the night with good food and drink, and had my prettiest servant girls put on a dance for them- while my minstel, with a genuine japanese Koto, provided the music.
Had to make a good impression of course and if Im lucky, well, who is to say they don't put in a good word with Lady S'ndra.

In the morning I shall have an escort take them to the Cathedral. Their weapons and gifts would be confiscated and dragged with them in a locked cart. We can't just allow them to wander our lands armed and unescorted. The Lady may also wish to take the, ah, expedient route and I wished to simply facilitate that possibility.

The beasts fascinate me though, much tamer than Aurochs and obviously swifter. I find myself craving these wiverns, semi-airbornes cavalry would be a devastating counter to the New Suns Chariots!

I can't wait to see how that pompous windbag, Malbork reacts to this. Hahahaha, now, where is my schnapps.

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>>28644788
The bells, alarms, and people smacking a hammer on a wooden board rang across the town. The urgency in which Kog was sending out this alert was clear enough that the Captain and I immediately ended our duel and rallied our forces to hear the announcements.

News had reached Kog of an attack on River City by a rogue group of pirates wearing fedoras. Upon further investigation we learned they have been harassing people along our southern coast for a while now. All cities were called to mobilize defense forces as they have the proper Builder vessels to strike at any in land river city.

The Ranger Captain and I looked at each other and simply smiled in recognition. We would have an end to our duel, but not by fighting each other. Instead, we would fight the coming threat and see who was superior. We reported into Kog’s military command and received further intel and a rough estimate of when the enemy would be able to sail home, reequip, and then sail back up the river to us. We were told River City is also mobilizing should they decide to attack there again, and Cadia is staying on alert as well.

We were told an estimate of 20 days before they could sail home and back up the river to Kog. On the 15th day we would set out into the forest and do what we do best, harass and hunt these animals from the shadows.

I've begun to prepare the city for an attack...there's women and children here and apparently we're now on edge from some idiots wearing trilbies.

Fuck them. I've had my officers make sure every precinct has it's own cache of food ammo and water ready as well as the tunnels prepped for civilian evacuation. They apparently came along the water lines last time so we've had the forges(did I really just say that?) Working day and night making chain to run across the entrances. We need a land battle, my men know this city inside and out, and our Rangers are some of the best fucking vietcong knock-offs I've ever seen. We've also started stationing big fucking crossbows at key points and have prepped the giant robot(again did I just say that?) in case things turn hairy. So now, we sit and wait, the tower in the center of it all is as busy as a bee hive as we try and make sure we can last any protracted engagement. Thankfully everything being made of fucking rock means it's hard to firebomb the city. That at least is a small miracle.

>>28655493
I AM A GENIUS!
I, using the extract of the local Whitethorn plant and then distilling this have created a highly concentrated poison that burns the skin and causes terrible rash and itching on contact, and if it gets in to an open wound or the eyes the effect is even worse, capable of causing very permanent damage.

Now my first thought was how to deliver such a weapon, grenades I thought, jars of clay, like the orange ones used or even glass would be good but no, too limited in range and load. So what else then? Same problem for my second idea, a variant fo the burning oil pots we used on the wall, but we had enough defensive weapons, we needed something to be used by our men on the field.

Then I had it! A super soaker! Well, not a real one ofcourse, we didn't have one but we could make one, a two hollow metal tubes connected together would one would function as the tank to hold the liquid solution and the other would be fixed with a pump, just a metal rod and a leather and cloth seal, it wouldn't last forever but it would be able to pump out a stream or a mist of the poisonous fluid, lasting about two shots at full range and another two at decreasing range. The whole contraption, in theory, would only be about a foot long and lightweight enough to be carried by hand.

Already I have plans for their use, well protected men mixed among the ranks ready to scare off enemy charges, cavalry or infantry alike or even guerilla fighters using them to sow chaos in enemey camps, the only weakness would be strong wind but that would also act as a strength if coming from behind.

Now what Malus! We will see who Lady S'ndra favours now you cocksucking faggot! MwahahahahahaMWAHAHA! *cough* Ah, excuse me, I dont know what came over me.

>>28655493
"Wait, he has WHAAAAAAT!?"

>>28653684
Our escort showed us to the main keep and turned us over to the tower’s aides with a bow, mirroring his bow I turned and gathered my team. Our escort Ranger had been nearby interacting with the locals of the Keep but I lost sight of her before I could thank her. Leaving the NaughtyDogs to guard the Conestoga we entered the keep.

First impressions it was very clean like the rest of the city, organized well. There was a seemingly uncommon bustle occurring. People were rushing all over exchanging information, moving papers and supplies. While my team was wide eyed at the sights in the tower I was making efforts to eavesdrop and gleaned enough to surmise there was a recent attack on a city and that the Keep was making perpetrations to reinforce their allies. “A perfect time for a visit…” I muttered under my breath as we waited patiently for an audience with whoever was to be EMC Reservoir’s liaison.

>>28655232
Didn't see Jill at the Tower or when we arrived in Kog, I guess she must still be at the Apiary as the Towers acting representative. Too bad really, would of been nice to share a drink before we started heading out to search out these 'Fedorans'. Ah well, we made sure to make a good first impression, much like with the Resevoir delegation, except now we are the visitors. While the most of our guys waited at the Gates in line formation, my lieutenants and I rode straight to the Council chambers and informed them of our arrival and of Butterroot Keeps convition to help fight this new enemy of the Confederacy.

For now the Outriders and I are helping out at Kog, bringing them up to speed on the forces and equipment we were bringing.They really liked the news of the hot air balloon, with a walkie talkie tuned to our radio channels then we could have birds eye view on any battlefield and it was doubtful anyone had created any form of anti-air weapon. Additionally, if we could stick one of the Rangers snipers in it then we could pick off enemy commanders from the ultimate vantage point.

The Rogue Trader and the Argo are due in tommorow evening and once they get here they will start setting up our short-term camp on the outskirts of Kog, there we will wait until the rest of the Confed. forces have gathered and we are ready to move out. Until then I'm also having the Outriders familiarize themselves with the layout of Kog, makign sure they know where the most important places are, such as the local WTTC office, Central Supply, the Council chambers, the small local Chapel and, of course, the Lusty Argonian.

>>28656875
I was happy to greet the Chairman. Unfortunate as the timing was, it was always good to see new faces. I've always been fond of the /sci/ducks, and they seemed like good people.

No doubt there was a war coming, but I am sitting this one out. Lucky ended up taking off in my place.

In any event we were as safe here as we could be anywhere in /tg/ territory. High on a plateau no one could attack us over the river, and I made that clear to the people of the Reservoir.

I took him on a brief guided tour of our clay brick factory and made the point that in return for goods we'd be more than happy to provide bricks to repair their city and help them expand. Of course this wasn't new news, the old deal was that they'd run the copper mine and the city in return for goods. Much of their population consisted of former Butterrooters, after all.

We've already given them quite a bit to start them out, but I wanted them to see our production with their own eyes. Plastics, oils, clay utensils, basic refrigeration, clay pots, paper, and so on. And of course everything we could trade for in the Confederacy. We would ensure that no matter what, our new allies would get what they needed.

Well, we are back in Fedoran territory, no that it matters much. My ship is right scarpered, and at least half my crew is dead, either from that FAT ASSES’ stupidity, or from Yowlers…but mostly BOTH. We lost about half are cannons, mostly from them melting from overuse, and most of the powder is gone as well. And I know for a fact that /y/kings are out in force. Heard Sheldon’s boat got fragged, and Delton almost got boarded. Guess the only good news is that the Fat Bastard is finally of my boat…along with those damn Yowlers of his. I don’t even want to know what he intends to do with them.
I’m going to be sending a message via a friend of mine back to KC…along with a surprise I found rolling around my deck. I don’t know what’s in side them, but I have a hunch it has to do with my ship’s sudden Yowler problem. I also sent back a dossier on very bit of info regarding the Confederacy, to be looked over by the surviving Elders. I’ll let them decide if we should go along with our original plan, or if we should make adjustments for this new contender. I the mean time I have a ship in need of repairs, cannon to replace, and new crewmates to find.
What? What do you mean? He wants to sail back into Confederacy territory? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

>>28656974
It was nice of the Mayor to greet us and show us around Butterroot keep, I really hadn’t expected to be entertained by the leader of the keep but to be fair they probably didn’t expect a visit from the chairman of the EMC either. It was interesting seeing what they had working; I was particularly impressed with the corn plastics, Butter-root oil, and the hot air balloons. Our chemist has been asking me if he can stay and take notes. After our walk around I think I will ask the Mayor if my team can collaborate with his scientists to take their data back with us for Director Raylatin to have his department analyze and hopefully improve.

One of the stops on the tour was their hospital, I spent some time admiring their facilities as the MDs talked with their chief of medicine. Almost had to pull them away to continue the tour.

After our tour we brought the Mayor to the conestoga and unloaded and presented our gifts. Two base-station short wave radios, 3 shortwave handhelds, a solar panel setup to charge the radios and power each base station; lots of scientific glassware, some laboratory equipment: microscopes, a few medical implements; and the prize of the bunch a micro tackle box of organized and cataloged Earth seeds: tomatoes, onions, lettuce, broccoli, lima beans, peas, celery, peanut, garlic, and bell pepper.
I personally handed over a small manila packet of Vanilla orchid seeds and advised him to cultivate them carefully.

I didn’t waste the moment and plied the Mayor with my team's requests for scientific cooperation.

>>28658445
The amount of goods I was gifted by the Chairman blew me away. Although we already had fields of peanuts some that had a different origin were good, they'd be less likely to fall to the same kinds of blight. We already grew corn, potatoes, watermelon, Bitter Trees, and Butter Root. But being able to add all those other crops changed everything. They could be used for so many things!

Back home I was a farmer. I'd only grabbed a few seed types in my panic before taking off, though. I'd left behind quite a few crops.

Still no way to make milk or cheese (like the imitation varieties created with soy) and there probably never will be. Unfortunate, but we've just got to learn to live without. I doubt anyone in their right mind would think to grab SOY right before they take off. Well - maybe a vegan from /ck/, but I have no idea where they live.

The solar panels are also a godsend. Our work making watermill generators wasn't progressing all that fast, and for the first time since arriving I can watch a TV show on the tablet I brought with me. Slayers. How I missed that show. Lina is so cute (don't tell my wife I said that). We're going to work on setting up a wireless system like Kog and River City have soon.

In return, I shared my plans for starting schools and a university with /sci/. I plan to make the Keep a center of learning and knowledge. I'm sure that's news they'll be overjoyed to hear. The campus is already sited, I may have construction begin soon to deal with future waves of immigrants who need to learn higher level skills. No doubt they've got several people with the qualifications to teach. I'll make sure they have the facilities.

The other benefit of this is that it gives them a place to experiment and consolidate knowledge. As a side note I let him in on my plans to found X-Com; an organization devoted to defense against aliens, researching builder technology and reverse engineering it. Though fancifully named, it's a dead serious pursuit.

>>28656886
They brought us a damned hot air balloon. I almost didn't want to mention we've modified the Ultralight for bombing runs. Albeit with jars of oil and something the Science guild cooked up awhile ago as a herbicide, or to get high we're not really sure at all on that one.

But yeah mixtures of powered jitterbug that's been precooked and dried, then ground. I'm pretty sure you can snort the stuff if you wanted. Its also now our first illegal substance, good going kids.

Command thinks we have about twenty days, this is good as it means we've had time to set up what amounts to an obstacle course.We've had presses working day and night and wiped out the local butterroot population at the mines for it but, we've set up what amounts to the first fire and forget yowler call. And unlike down south we have a situation of less is more. A lot of the young dumb bastards were killed off in the early years ours are...a little different. Smarter, meaner beasts. We've also had an issue with river serpents, generally harmless but nobody wants to spot a twenty a foot long skull faced dinosaur while skinny dipping. Wonder what they'll do.

>>28658939
Well, that's gonna be fucking terrifying.

>>28658939
The Balloons are up, I'd personally prefer if they were tethered somehow but the guys who came with them assure me they will be fine, they have weight to stabilize themselves and a release hatch for the hot air if they need to descend in a hurry. They also would be pretty restricted in their alititude and the lower they are the more likely it is for them to be spotted by any Fedoran scouts. And ever since we got word of a Fedoran fleet heading in our direction we have beem trying to keep one balloon up in the air at all times. We alternate their shifts in the air and hide their ascent and descent by having them do so early each morning. Each one is crewed by one of the Butterrooters who helped develop original and have the most experience flying them and a ranger with a pair of binoculars, a rifle and a walkie talkie.

The temporary camp has been set up for the Butterroot contingent, a number of flax-cloth tents and larger Terran make tents are spread out around campfires and weapon racks. All of it has been built to be easily stripped down and moved into the WTTC warehouse as soon as the Fedorans are with a days travel from Kog. The two Arvus river boats were set further up the river from the chains, but still within range to utilize their Scorpion catapults mounted on their fronts, and unlike the smaller scale Arvus Light that sat only a couple feet out of the water, these larger ironwood boats, gave some actual elevation, and that should allow the scorp a vantage against anything inside an oncoming boat.The same would god for the other 12 Company Boyz that would be manning the boats.

Journal Log 51

So, River City has been attacked. I'm being recalled back home as High Command is expecting another attack. I'm leaving Camp Abaddon in the hands of a squad of novices under the command of a lower ranking Ranger Captain and taking everyone else with me. Currently it has been emptied of newbies and is being used by the Agriculture guild to experiment out in the hilly fields. So, pirates in fedoras. Well, the Confed is too big to go down and we're experienced in war. I'm prepared to kill again in the name of my home city. There's only one punishment for raiders. What savages we've all become, is this what the aliens wanted when they dumped us here? Is this their entertainment or a science project? Well, here we are. What the fuck more do you want?

We've had a series of large wood spikes created with help from Central Supply's manufacturing base. We're planning on sinking them in various places in the nearby rivers, where it's deep enough that the tip of the spike is just underwater and heavily reinforced. Any ship trying to sail past will get snagged and either have a large hole torn into it's underside or at the very least, slowed down a great deal. With the murkier parts of the river, these should be mostly invisible from the surface unless they're looking for them. Meanwhile the Science Guild Weapons Research team is working on a claypot water mine based off some ancient Korean design one of them thinks they saw once on Television. We'll see how that works out.

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>>28659778
The rest of the Company Boyz that were in Kog would be setting up as protection of the WTTC offices and the Dock area as they did in River City to great effect.
Da Boyz would be aiding with the general protection of the city along side the Arbites, setting up shieldwalls in bottlenecks under the cover of the newly set up Scorpions, and the Arbites that manned them, that had been dotted throughout the city.

The Outriders would be held back in reserve at the beginning and the course of the battle would decide where we deployed, several of the youngest Outriders were also being co-opted as messenger runners because not every defensive location could outfitted with a radio of some kind. I would be with them of course, alongside the Lancers, issued my own lance, sword and leather and metal bracers like them.

I'd even been issued a brand spanking new breastplate, a prototype design forged by Tim using a design from one of the guys from /sci/, a duplex piece, well triplex really, that has a smaller lighter plate in between the inner and outer sections, it was lighter than the older breastplates and was supposed to be just as strong as, in the case of bolts and arrows it was supposed to be even more effective. I just hoped it really was as revolutionary as they seemed to think, it would be just my luck for it to fold like tinfoil after the first hit.

When Im back though, we are getting Tim and the rest of the smiths on making some proper bleeding helmets, I mean, we don't even have plain old kettlehelms and Da Boyz are still using leather caps, albeit with metal protecting the front and top of their heads. For now though we still have another 20 days before they are expected to arrive. So Im having the men run a few more practice drills with the new swords, a little excersize will limber them up and we want to be as ready as possible when they finally show up for the butchers work.

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We've been given control of the bellows powered flamethrower, which we've christened the Flammenspeier, why? Because the thing speit flammen thats why! We are having them set up alogn the dock area, in the direction from where the enemy ships will be coming. The best thing about it is that all they look like is a large oil lamp. This way we can leave them until an enemy ship or two gets in range and then a man from cover can pump the bellows to start sending gouts of flame into their hull and crew alike.

Even if they took the docks, simply tipping the Flammenspeier or striking the chain holding the pot would drop the flamming part into the river water dousing it and the bellows could be detached and carried away, or slashed in the worst case. This would prevent them from being turned against us. Its a shame they can't be used in more locations though, but I suspect a fire spewing contraption might worry the pople who want to keep their homes in tanct.

The Company Boyz are also setting up inside the office as well, stacking sacks of sand along the dorck facing walls and nailing the windows all shut. Seeing all this I really wish I had gone through with the idea of having a repeater crossbones mounted on my desk.

West Teegee Trading Company : Koganusan Office

For the time being and until further notice all southbound shipping and trade is to be overland. This is due to the raid that was performed on River City recently and we would like you all to remain safe and productive citizens. Also, it is strongly advised that should you own a fedora please DO NOT wear it at any point within the confines of River City.

-thank you.

The nightmare forest is a mysterious and often disturbing place. The 'forest corals' are no exception to this it seems. In reality they are a type of fungi growing from underground mychae much like Terrestrial mushrooms. However, these fungal fruiting forms are highly persistent, containing lots of calcium and rendering them almost rock hard as they grow year after year creating a fairy land of wild shapes home to dozens of species. Corals start as little more than fist sized lumps of fungal matter and grow from there. Often feeding on the roots of plants or dead vegetation living specimens have been shown to strangely enough produce bio-floresence much like Elves and trolls.

....well I woke up to a MAJOR racket going on. Sounded like someone was shooting a bunch of machine guns...turned out that was so. Those bloody idiots just HAD to teach the minotaur(guess they finally got them over their fear of open spaces mostly by using lots of armor) to use those things. Admittedly it was good with the whole being really big and stocky with four arms. It was awesome but we DON'T got the ammo and more importantly where the hell did they get machine guns? I mean granted we have only a couple locked up for reverse engineering but we never use the things due to them being gigantic ammo hogs. To think all of that ammo...wasted.

Still though I ended up asking about when we got these types of reinforcements apparently back home a major bugger force came in for retraining and processing. Too many Buggers are being thrown out left and right in order to supply the trainees. This included a small force of minotaurs which we had tamed and just happened to end up with a number of them. Personally have you ever seen someone beat motherfucker to death with another motherfucker? These bastards can do that and more. They were amazingly strong and tough even BEFORE buggy had us slap some armor on one after that we ended up with a juggernaut. They can't seem to get lost either like ever. Only problem was their major fear of open spaces. From the reports they countered it by making them feel enclosed soothing them. On a side not don't break their armor or remove their helm outside. They will fly into a rage luckily this works great if the foe as they don't prefer hurting us, to calm them just cover them up.

They have the brains of apes meaning they can use tools but for seem to suck at making them and even a crude language. Anyway most of our guys just had them use melee weaponry before us even as no one really bothered seeing if they can shoot. They can by the way. Granted they don't have the best aim, but I think size differences has something to do with it.

So what the hell is up with /m/ with all the crazy alien tech laying around do they have giant robots or some shit?

Well we have been on the run for awhile now. Apparently that infamous Rex who by the way is fuck huge even by Star Raptor standards is after us. Bastard lured a Rakken flock on us and even distracted us for a Glimaw to nail one of our number.

Anyway for those of who wondering what a Glimaw is they like to glide utterly silent and pick off prey with a single chomp. The left overs it take with it for either further eating or saving. So yeah we sorta lost Jone to one one second is his head and upper torso was there and the next it wasn't and his lower half was being taken along with it. Arms sticking out of its mouth as it sucked them up.

Finally Rakken assholes who I can say I honestly don't know if their just that stupid or brave. They like to hunt large prey in flocks using their numbers and not caring whether they seem to live or die to take potentially take on much bigger predators. Basically though their all kamikaze. You shoot one and in their death throws they hurl themselves at you as living missile. Both impaling and bashing you into the ground. Finally their whip like corded barbed tails stab you when they go after you as well as their grasping claws.

You know how they kill larger prey? Impale with their barbed tails, latch on with claws and then fly up in unison before going their separate ways literally tearing their prey apart. Even if you manged to knock them away the wounding still occurs and they just try again.


They have a cousin that hunts solo taking on other smaller critters. Impaling/grabbing before munching. Luckily they don't go after larger prey like humans.

>>28663499
Would make sense considering /tg/ has already found gigants.

>>28663603
given we've had these things for awhile how have we not attempted to at least make more weapons for them?

>>28662275
and thus were implications disturbingly implied.

>>28647282
I find I cannot sleep, so instead of wasting the the time when my servants and subjects do so, I spend it within the maze.

For a few hours each night I walk the streets of the city as it was and shall be again Living within the daemons trap and learning it's tricks. I shall overpower you foul spirit.

When the sun rises I return the world as it is and shall not be. I commend my men and women and tell them no more shall they be slaves. We are a free people we shall with sword and spear create a glory to behold a shining empire of gold and blood. They roar their approval at this, cheering the name of the Solitaire that I am now. Lacking the face of a man for it is always hidden.

But there are dissidents cronies to the old guard. And I offer them each the chance on the second day soon to come to test their might against me. To see if any of them shall be able to with a single blow fell their new master.

>>28663546
Anyway we were on the run when we were running across this meadow I thought it was clear until...well the meadow started moving. Turned out the clever son of a bitch led us to ambush by its cousins the Camo Raptors. They can't fly, but still glide and have some spectacular camouflage capabilities. Funnily enough they prefer to use their camo to avoid predators rather then actively hunt with. Doesn't mean their afraid to use it to ambush or sneak up on you though as we are now finding out the hard way.

Worse part is they like to travel in packs, so we found ourselves retreating yet again. Or tried to anyway as before I realized what they were one of them pounced on me. Luckily Steve(who was an army ranger as it turned out) saved my ass. I hadn't known he was one until he got especially drunk one night and let it slip. Thus the reason why he does these long as missions is so he can avoid being forced to train people up.

So far he as succeeded in that regard and we managed to fight them off well not before I got hit by one by Star Raptor Rex's tail which promptly sent me careening off the cliff and to think I had just manged to avoid that fate. Only to find myself having been caught on a root. Talk about lucky after that it was a long way up again or it felt like it. I did get up and right when I was about to get over the edge I saw the glistening maw of a Camo Raptor. That prompty grabbed me and I could feel my armor break under the pressure of its jaws. That is when I snapped as I was out of ammo and my back up weapon fell far below. So I decide to bite right back and wrestle for it.

>>28664495
I only knew that after little while I heard steve shout why didn't I think of that before dropping his weapons. At this moment my legs were partially down the bastards thrown and was being thrown around. At the moment Steve tossed his weapons aside was the moment Rex began to charge downward straight at him.

What I saw next was either pure dumb luck or skill. With a single step at nearly the last minute Steve got out of the way of the dive bombing flying lizard in such a way it couldn't correct itself in time thus with whump it landed. Before going after Steve, at this time my I was attempting to choke out the Camo Lizard and failed. When it decided to leap of the cliff and spin to knock me off. Apparently the third time IS the charm I thought as I crashed into the fog below...which turned out to have extended to the canopy at that moment.

Saving my life sadly I was in the fog at that point and got to look forward to being lost. I don't really recall how long as the fog does strange things to intruders luckily I had some precautions in place so I could actually survive down here for a while unlike most and a did for about a week. Not sure how I survived me and that lizard got real close over that time. We were about to duke it out one last time when we abruptly had a much bigger problem. I for one ended up saving the bastard when I chucked the last of my explosives. It returned the favor draping over me with its wings. I had thought it was going to kill me but I then heard some strange trumping and crawling. I got very very quiet.

Eventually the lizard ended up escaping into the an area with odd plants. I tried that only to discover the damned things were way to slippery. Still though I knew if I wondered upward I could get a way out but damn this growth. You get all turned around even more so then the fog. I was standing somewhere in a clearing within the fog. When I heard the beating of wings. Before I could feel claws snatch me up. I screamed.

>>28664710
Thinking that somehow a rapdactly decided to enter the fog which even it avoids due to me entering a clearing. Alas when I looked up I saw...is that Steve hanging upside down from the the flyers throat.

He simply said Yo. As I brought dragged upward into the air before we landed away from the mist. There I saw the one remaining member of our wee little band. Laughing their asses off about how much I sounded like a little girl. Turned out I had been down there for a while...my skin had the slime going on. When they realized that they all sobered up and it was decided we needed to head back. That was when I decided to look behind me at the snorting and what I was pretty sure was whatever the thing was that flew-OH fuck its Rex how the hell?

That I was informed about how Steve and Rex fought for days before they both collapsed exhausted. The remaining members noted that I was gone and were glad...until they realized that due to my position they were going to be in deep shit when they got back. So they searched for me with little luck until they ran into that odd Camo Raptor who for whatever reason sorta led them to me. At that time out those who were looking for me came back and declared Steve an asshole as he took a shortcut using Rex. I had to ask how he 'tamed' Rex.

His only reply was that they came to understanding. As in they both lost their own packs to the other and fought out their differences. Plus they both nearly got eaten by a flock of Rakken which they only survived by grudgingly working together. I have a feeling its the last part more then anything.

>>28664932
After that we made our way back our way back. When we got close we just HAD to do it alright. So what we did was hope on Rex and have him glide the way down from the mountain. It pushed him but I swear the looks on all their faces made it totally worth it. At least until Rex dropped us in the baths...the wrong ones to be precise. Even shook Steve who everyone calls Irwin now despite not being australian. When he asked about being known as Steve he was informed Buggy's favorite pet was called that. Despite introducing taming a Star Raptor.

Anyway Star Raptors are have four arms the rear two are much like a raptors great for leaping and rip/tear. The front two meanwhile are much smaller can do many things such as lift food up to its maw. Their hide is scaly when odd chitinous growth wherever there are scars that it forms over. Known as Stars thanks to the star pattern on either their head for females or chest for males. Plus they like flying up so high as to be but a twinkle in the sky before they dive bomb your ass.

We don't know what uses their body's have besides a source of 'dragon bone' and 'hide'. They are very hard to kill so we don't really know all their potential uses. Intelligence wise their about as smart as dolphin maybe. As for a rough idea of what they look like think a hybrid between Wyvrin and dinosaur raptor. Is a good place to start.

The Camo Raptor are much the same but can only glide and have bigger legs. Plus are very sneaky and master at camouflage. Seriously though if you take your eyes off of one for but a second don't be too hurt if you can't find it again. As in they can damn near vanish among open rock with little to no cover or even in the skies. Oddly enough they can glow but manipulate it on demand as well as their natural camouflaging abilities. Basically allowing them to both stick out or vanish as needed. We only really notice the sticking out during mating season while the glow can happen anytime for unknown reasons.

>>28664474
It started at sunrise the next day, the trial. One blow to fell me, one blow returned. Some tried to shoot me in the head or heart, only to find the armor ignored it. Others, perhaps more sanely attempted to stab or bludgeon only to find I would move out of the way.

Each received a tap on the head in return. I was not bloodthirsty, these were good men, warriors that served with the Empire when I had been un-gifted. They would form my bloody right hand in the future. Till sundown they came again and again. And with the end of it all, so began the next step Each contestant was offered the chance to feast with me within the chambers of the tower where they would be free to see what I was ready to do.

In that waning light I showed them as they ate and drank and I with them, the armor allowing me to eat as a mortal man again. I savored the taste of the flesh of the 'hambeast' and the droughts of strong distilled spirits and explained in no uncertain terms that we must begin the regeneration and reincarnation of this empire.

ExeTek Geological survey – Alleged Copper Mine
Director Professor Monty Raylatin

We’ve made an effort to explore the mines and found some more of that builder technology. It started with talking with Augustus to draft some of the smaller in stature of the unassigned workforce, we also requested some mirrors to shine light into the cave to save the flashlights for when they got in further. We shipped everything down to the docks area in the wide bottomed canoes and began setting up, sent resupply downriver for the forward outpost too. We had several of our strongest men moving the rocks with prybars to reopen the entrance. I made sure to examine the fallen rocks first, it doesn’t look like anything but an unfortunate cave in. After we got the mirrors setup and at the entrance it was obvious there was more to clear away. We made good time before it got dark enough for the mirrors to be ineffectual and continued for a bit with the improvised mining helmets. We stopped for the night after one of our new small guys was able to scout ahead and found that the tunnel opened into a large cavern. We bunked down for the night.

>>28666255 cont.
The next morning we cleared the rest of the tunnel that leads to the open cavern, after repositioning the mirrors we were able to illuminate the cavern a bit. Turns out there are some funny looking robots in the middle of the pit, approx. 20 of them were lined up in a grid formation. Or at least what was 20 of them, looks like about 5 of the little buggers were randomly selected for a free death from above. One of the tunnel scouts was poking at one and noticed its eyes were glowing. I pulled the team back and had a few of our electronics crew look at them. Seems that only the ones in direct contact with the mirror beam have glowing eyes, maybe a type of charging system? I left the electronics guys to examine them further and continued to examine the tunnels branching off the main cavern. Based off the rock formations it seems like several would lead to copper deposits, I sent teams down to investigate my suspicions. There were some rock formations that caught my eye down one of the tunnels, crazily enough it seemed like it might be a diamond seam, though the presence of volcanic rock was a little disconcerting. I made a mental note to have Director Latoyan scout the area later with some of the geologists to look for possible volcano formations. Wandering back to the main cavern the electronic guys that were examining the robot thingies were pretty excited. Apparently one of the little things charged up enough to function and was starting to go about its business which was apparently mining. They managed to stop it before it wandered off down a tunnel, and seem to be communicating with it. I took some pictures of it and told the lectric team to keep working on it, also radioed back for a linguistics team to take a crack at it with them.

>>28666275 cont.

For now we’ll have the crews here clean up the mine and prep it for excavation. I’m thinking we can get some mine carts eventually but we might have to settle for using the conestogas for a bit. In any case our progress is worth mentioning to the chairman when he returns; he’ll help us make a decision.

The Other Masters had me working in a dark cave. They wanted me to collect the glowing Blue Lights, put them in bags, place the bags in the cart, and then pull the cart to the surface. The Others were very specific about their instructions. I have been pulling up carts of blue lights for the Others for 27 cycles now. They let me recharge in the sun for what they call 1 hour. This hour is only 3600 units. I can only recharge half of my power cells in that time.

The Other Master was missing when I came up to the surface today. I shut down to recharge without further orders. 7384 units later I was woken by Other Master. He was holding one of the small animals and he had removed many interior workings of the animal. I hope he does not plan to remove my interior workings. Other Master repeated my orders and I was able to return to work with almost full power cells. I think I have a few scraps of data about this place. It has changed. It has been 9.72e^10 units since I last received data about this place.

Work is finished and I still have a surplus of power. I remember the spiraling stairs with the defense mechanism. I wonder if they are still down there. I could use a friend that is not Other Master. Other Master does not play with me. Other Master scolded me when I tried to play with what he called a My Cat. I began to walk down the stairs thinking about how much fun it would be to play with my own My Cat. My Cats eat all kinds of bugs. Maybe My Cats will eat the Blue Lights. I have a lot of Blue Lights for a My Cat to eat.

The Bottom of the stairs came quickly. Only 2581 units and I had reached the door. I always found Master’s carvings to be inspiring. The door had carvings of First Father with his white guardians on the top, and First Mother with her Host and Harem carved into the bottom. Using both manipulators I pressed First Father and Mother with only 0.06 units of error. The door slid away to open a large hall.

>>28667590
The hall had an altar in the middle with two small friends powered down beside it. I went up to each and slapped them on the back to transfer power and wake them. I would finally have friends and we would work faster and go play with the My Cat’s. While the small friends restarted their new cycle after such a long sleep I walked around the large hall. There were many doors and halls that went off into the dark. The Hall walls were decorated in even more amazing carvings. I walked around taking each carving in and refreshing my data logs.

The Halls carvings all told a story of the original Masters origins. First Father and First Mother had given us six Second Fathers. The Second Fathers are the original Masters and all Masters come from one of the Second Fathers. I first came to a carving of the Second Father of Iron. My memory refreshed and told me Second Father of Iron devoted his time to creating a wing of Masters as strong as the very mountains he was forged from. Iron Master fought often with the Second Father of Water. Iron Master would stand against a wave of Water Master’s wing and his wing would not waver under the pressure of water. Iron Master developed immovable stone defenses to defend against the other Masters. His cities were beautiful works of art designed to hold off attacks from all of the other Second Fathers.

>>28667617
The next carvings I came across were of the Second Father of Magic. As I remember Magic Master devoted his time to pursuing the purifying light of First Father. Magic Master was always in conflict with the Second Father of Blood and Bone who would push the bodies of the Masters to their limits. The Second Father of Magic instead, sought aid from the Sky and used the tools given to him by First Father and Mother to destroy his enemies. Magic Masters spent entire cycles in prayer ceremonies unmoving. They were like small friend until they were needed and then they would leave the temples with a gift of First Father and show others his glory on the fields of battle. Magic Master was split up by the other Second Father’s wings because he was too powerful. Each Second Father took a part of the Magic Master into himself.

I looked up to see a carving of the Second Father of the Sky covering the top most part of this wall. Sky Master lived in the highest places on our world. He viewed all of us below with contempt and would always fight with Second Father of the People. Second Father of the Sky was so prideful, it was said to be even greater than the pride of the Giant that had him cast out of the Sky’s grace. Sky Master refused my brothers and Small Friends. I do not know much of Sky Master. He was said to only act with precision. He would think and develop the best way to act, least he miss the mark from his throne on high.

>>28667633
I did not like Sky Father, so I continued to look at the other carvings. The next was the Second Father of Water. Second Father of Water spent most of his time in conflict with Iron Master. Instead of taking a solid form in combat, Second Father of Water favored a style without form. Devoting himself to the everchanging, but ever forceful aspect of water his strength was unstoppable. Water Master gave praise to First Father and Mother at the beginning of every Long Cycle when the heavy rains came by attacking Iron Master. He would build his cities along the small lands that lay out in the water. Where Iron Master would build strong cities, Water Master would build large warships to strike at Iron Masters cities.

The next set of carvings were what Other Master would call grotesque. The Second Father of Blood and Bone pursued improving the flesh and bone of the Masters. Where Magic Master would seek aid from the Sky, Blood and Bone Master would turn to himself for answers. He was said to learn how to rule over the mortality of the Masters and he created several ways for Masters to fight on beyond their cycle.

>>28667651
The last carving was of the Second Father of the People. Second Father of the People was always in conflict with Sky Master. When Sky Master would sit on the roof of the world and look down at the other Masters with hatred, The Master of the People would see each Master as beautiful. He would promote perfection in all of the things his Wing did. The Master of the People wanted growth and advancement of his wing without the corruption of Blood and Bone Master. He taught us that we are individuals rather than a unit within a wing. The glory of single combat was far greater than that of a group. He promoted duels between Masters rather than mass slaughter of entire wings. He also feed some of my Brothers with logic and data so that we can process on a higher level.

As I remembered my own origins the two small friends finished booting up. We spent 3.1416 units transferring data to catch the small friends up to current events. Hopefully Other Master will let us play with the My Cat. I’m sure small friends would like to see the new animal.

>>28667676
Those things best stay away from Baron Vladimir Von Zepplin and Mr Paws.

I was bedridden and they were giving me reports that the Fedora’d ass-pirates would most likely be attacking again. The whole confederacy was up in arms and I was stuck in bed with some skinny ass kid failing at his attempt to change my bandages. At least he knows how to fluff a pillow. Dumb ass.

I have given authorization for the Tradehouses across the confederacy to open their supplies to support the war effort. What isn’t requested by the science guild, rangers, or other defense forces is to be secured in the tunnels. I refuse to lose more supplies due to some aspie who thinks he’s the big dick around these parts. I wish it was easier for people to get a hold of automatic weaponry back on Earth, but there were too many laws against it. It’s rare to find someone bringing a functioning machine gun to Lenore even if that would have taken most of their weight for the trip. My stockpile of weapons throughout my various warehouses is limited to a wide range of rifles and handguns. I’ve still given clearance to allow any of my employees with the skills or willingness to arm themselves from my stockpile. We’ve also broken the “packaging” off of some of the crossbows. One of my couriers also gave me a “Get Well Soon” gift of an onager he had helped construct here in River City.

I know my traders in Kog are smart enough to handle the situation on their own. I won’t have to micromanage them from my bed. Although I can still manage River City from my bedside! I think I’ll have my courier whose shown a surprising aptitude with siege equipment to create a few ballistas to place along the waterfront. It feels a bit strange thinking about preparing a city for war against other humans. I had thought we were safe from the scum of /b/, or the fact we are so far from the coast was enough of a deterrence to keep people from randomly sailing up to us.

Bloody ‘ell, Cheetos Fingers is making me sail again. Well, I’m not actually doing the sailing, nor am I the one actually writing this. Silly, sweet, innocent little Akari does the work for me. Wait, Akari? Where did you go? Hah, I crack myself up. You’re writing everything I say correct? That’s a good girl. I won’t have to order you bellow decks with the slaves again.

So, I am the illustrious Commodore von Rapelay. Captain of the S.S. Eroge. I’ve lived in glorious Monstergirlopolis for two years now and had my own ship for one. I am a magnificent 600 pounds of stationary godliness. As Captain of my own vessel I get to enjoy the finer things in life. I rarely have to get up from my bed. I have slaves feed me and clean me. They will push my bed onto the bridge of the ship so I can watch a fight while still in the comfort of my bed. I also can stay in bed and have the girls have sex with me.

I have two wives, Akari is my first and sweetest, most dearest, loved waifu. She didn’t have red hair at first, so I had a slave beat her a bit so her blood dyed her hair. Wait, Akari? Where are you? Hahah. Dyeing Akari’s hair red was one thing, but when I got my second waifu named Cattie-Brie we needed another way to make sure their hair stayed red. Luckily one of the slaves in Monstergirlopolis came up with an idea to keep it red. I don’t know how they do it, I’d like to think it has something to do with virgin menstruation during a full moon, but I’m not sure.

Oh Cattie, just because I’m talking about you doesn’t mean you can stop. Keep going, I’m not done yet.

So, Cheetos Fingers has us sailing for this place called the Confederacy up north. I’ve been promised a new wife if I commit my ship to the attack. Hell, from what reports say this Confederacy may be able to provide me with a whole shipload of new wives. I don’t know how I’ll be able to break them all in!

It has taken me awhile but I have some suspicions it seems like Boss Mog had access to a number of routes for his goods. Thanks to my affiliation with him I have those too even better I FINALLY managed to get to my stash or to be more precisely it was delivered to me. I knew it was a good idea to send some guys out for it. Now however I needed to forge some supply lines I have a number of leads first is Boss Mog and those odd Shrouded. I got those two in the bag only problem is the yikings, /k/, and these odd buggers. If I can get those guys in the back I will be unstoppable supply wise. Well and this confederacy as well as Fedorans while I am at it, but I will get around to that eventually.

In that regard I am pursuing my /k/ lead. I heard about this odd base it took me awhile but I got there. I had recieved some odd messages on secure old world frequencies when I got here. Problem is those damned rangers showed up interupting me I barely had enough time to stash my goods. All military surplus I had been warned when I was doing some work in the Armory. You wouldn't believe what I was able to take.

When I arrived there or should I say escorted. As I ran into a patrol lucky me I knew my stuff. Met up the leaders and introduced myself. Finally I offered both my goods and services. Now may the bargaining begin.

Well shit why I found a lead on this secret city problem is their supply lines are also stretched they don't got crap to spare when it came to the good stuff. Apparently they rely upon Bugger routes who can supply quite the problem is bugger supply only extends to the north and even then goods are hard to move. Luckily I did get introduced to these kultists and found out about this alchemist. I did manage to arrange some things. Met a rep from the area who was most...eager for fresh supplies in exchange I get access to their skills and goods I accepted

>>28671051
While I was at the naval base I ran into these 'Buggerz'. They wore the weirdest stuff these odd 'gaz' masks with a odd breathing sound that wrapped around their head with a helm and some odd stuff covering their ears. After that their armor had this strange misty sheen to it. It was like nothing I have ever seen and amazingly comfortable apparently. When I asked about it they claimed how strong it is. I called bullshit until they brought scraps and showed me...oh my I SO need to get some of that stuff. Even better they are disturbingly well armed when I asked they have a DIRECT line to the alchemist and have major trade with /y/ikings along going along with bands roaming around. Holy shit these fuckers are loaded or so it appeared turned out their having a hell of a time supplying themselves in their specialty goods(damn it) but have excess in everything else.

After some talking I found out that they are apparently scouting out around. Out of specific supplies I offered them something...if they could get into the Fedoran Empire. They were hesitant about that but some convincing later they agreed after all they have to scout why not some force like this? Bingo. I even encountered a few other squads and made the same offer. I shall soon find out what they have if anything. Think I might of stuck around a little too long as this Blackhand showed up and after overhearing me muttering about /y/ikings has dragged me along to meet.

Anyway to cut all ties I could with my uhm past I made sure to change my name. Now I am known as Marco sadly the Arms Dealer title sorta stuck.

>>28671223
Anyway after traveling a ways we ran into a /y/iking ship and got a lift to this Dice City. Took awhile but holy shit I would of hated to make this trip on land. We did attack some Fedorans nailed some of their vessels along the way back. I got to see some action.

The HQ of yikings is this Dice City in /tg/ area under da command of the Infamous Dicebeard. Who turns out is a really flamboyant pirate or so he appeare anyway. I found out a lot they can offer goods and few services. Sadly the stuff I wanted was sorely lacking...until I heard about this Yard settlement. Apparently a nexus for activity in the inland North as it it focused around a number of underground waterway routes. Which turns out to be the only way 'safe' way through the Mountains. For whatever reason it isn't any good for the tunnels that are common everywhere else. From what I heard a number of groups have tried very hard probing at them but deeper in safe tunnel routes just vanish.

Someplace I will need to stop at if its such a major hub this The Yard evenly more oddly it seems to be joint operation between the buggers and yikings. Thing is those these Yard forces are rather odd even by Dicebeard standards and his forces are considered unusual. Apparently all that underground travel, being in the mountains, along with chilling with Buggers has some peculiar effects.

Anyway I was planning to make my way to these buggers when I found out what I would have to do to get good access...well at least I will be getting a lift to the Yard. Plus I established my first shop while I was here. Known as Marco's Corner found an old friend to run it for me. I got another one at the /k/ naval base that I had won during a game of dice. They offer a wide assortment of armaments/ammo. Good stuff to granted its expensive it will be tricky figuring out how to pay for them. Think I will adopt the Bugger system of old world coin/dice besides barter.

>>28671370
Well apparently I do have some sea legs sadly this does not include underground...ugh want do you call underground waterway legs anyway? I swear it felt like we were on some sort of horrible amusement park ride or in hell. Even more amazing was the fact of how dark it could get between the occasional source of light yet despite this we still made good time. How much I have no fucking idea. Apparently time is funny down here and the routes can offer varying amount of time saved.

I will admit once we arrived I was kissing the ground when we landed...apparently we made record time. Goddamn rapids and hell rides. Fuck so don't want to do that again. That was when I found out apparently we went on fastest route...and holy shit why is there SO many ships. More importantly whats with the buzz of activity. That was when I found out about Bugger mercs. Apparently they were being hired on for a major offensive. Too bad it was costing them dearly. Apparently Dicebeard wants these guys to move out sooner rather then later. Already he had a number of ships loaded with them come down mostly escorting goods. As in he already has built up force of them.

Apparently Dicebeard plans to take full advantage of the Fedorans picking a fight with the Confederacy and plans to try out the Bugger mercs before some major operation the /y/ikings have in the works. As in from what rumors say he is going to either flank them when they attack or ambush them on their way down. Either way he seems to be done messing around. Truth be told from what brief glimpses of Bugger fighting I pity them. Plus the /y/ikings are actually really good. At least Dicebeards forces anyway are considered a cut above your average /y/iking force. From what little I have seen its not hard to figure out why.

>>28671502
Anyway I was attempting to arrange supply lines. Only to run into holy shit I can't believe it its that pervy lady supplier I knew back on Earth. Apparently she was /y/ fan...that explains a lot yet I would never have suspected it. Thing is could of sworn she was lesbian. Bah found out that supplies are limited as their getting bought up left and right as well as massive amounts of good is screwing. She informed me that unless I want to fight over what precious little special goods they let go I would have to link up with them...oh what I do to make a buck.

It used to be that Buggers had a good supply but has their forces spread out and word spread as well as refugees they quickly found themselves overwhelmed. Despite their precautions they are scrambling to keep all their forces covered. Plus I heard that they only let a limited surplus/outdated goods out for trade. They keep the best stuff for themselves...I want that best stuff. I just have to get a hold of the buggers and through them their damned routes.

So I found myself undergoing their foul trials...by first getting to this Fortress Keeper. Well good thing I am armed plus I said up another Marco's Corner Arms store here. Once I get an actual flow of goods going they should be able to expand right well. Now however I must get that access. I now got ships thanks to her to move goods quickly and in bulk. My first official supply line now to get the goods and expand it. Plus it would be good to figure out how long I have been gone...which was not very long as expected apparently them ships and shortcuts worked some miracles. I am making great headway but I doubt my luck will hold up breaking through these mountains.

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>>28671628
no clue what just happened there, very difficult to follow the way you write

Well ship repairs are coming along nicely, and we have been able to get the powder needed to bring us back to full. Cannon is still a problem, but that’s about to solve itself real soon. You see, I got a message from K.C., or to be more precise a messenger. Seems that someone is intercepting my messages again. Anyway, his name was Smith.

Ya, screams ‘Secret Operative’ doesn’t it?

Anyway, Smith said that he had been sent by some mutual ‘friends’ to ‘assist and observe’ or whatever the hell he said. Basically I’m gonna have a spy onboard watching everything I do. Fucking 6th Column. Guess someone back home also decided to send a few more ‘friends’ along to help Smith out. So now I have Catachans onboard trying to blend into the crew…badly. Jeez if I don’t get caught its gonna be a miracle. At least Delton is said to be joining us in this debacle. Decent man and The Malcontent isn’t a bad ship either. One of those True Catan guys, so definitely with 6th Column too.
I have not heard whom else they’re sending.

Who? THAT FATASS?! What about Mr. Reaver or Coltin? Dead and Missing? Day just keep getting better and better.

I’m going to have to talk to Delton. Hopefully over something strong.

So this is my life? To live in a scummy little hovel and work a dirtpatch to feed some namefag in a tower? When the fuck did the people of /b/ take this sort of shit? If I didn't know better I'd say i'd landed in a country full of reddit shits and tumblr whores.

Can't really do much about it ofcourse, unlike you'd expect, most of the assholes living in their bloody castles aren't just a bunch of hambeasts, no, that would be to much ask. Instead they're a bunch of violent knightly wannabes that know how to gut a man with those massive blades of theirs. Whats worse is the unwashed masses could give shit about their station in life, and its like they've forgotten that these are the same people who chained and enslaved us a year and a half ago. Sure the biggest asshole, the Bastard, is dead, but its still his people ruling. And his acolytes are everywhere, spreading the 'good word' of Pappa Nurgle, making them feel usefull and needed, trully the opiate of the masses. So, there isn't going to be a glorius uprising of the proletariat any time soon.

But fuck it if im just gonna let them kick me around and live off of my work. So me and a couple of the other boys from Cesspit got together and set up on the road to Septic. Then we just waited for the latest patrol to pass through and jumped them. Turns out pitchforks and shovels are quite effective tools for cold murder. But now we have proper weapons and a bunch of heavy black cloaks to hide our identities. The next plan is to grab the food shipment to the Cathedral.
Fuck the rest of this country, at least Im gonna have my fill.

Wonderful job Akari, you almost have enough presence while doing that to be seen!

Ahh, yes, so Cattie-Brie is writing today while Akari is… uhummm, busy. :-) Hey Cattie, put a smilieface after that. The one with the nose. Oh you stupid bitch, why are you writing smilie faces on my notes? After this you’ll be going below decks as punishment. You might wana do some stretching.

So, Cheetos Fingers, the /d/M, that aspie asshole that captains the Matt Ward, and a few other newbie captains I could care less about are all sailing up the coast. It would take a Earth naval fleet to stop us. Those cunt pirates can’t even float enough boats to stop this from happening. I’ve had the slaves load up all thermite charges on my two cannons. I’m jealous of the Matt Ward with all her cannons and slaves. They’re gona be at the front grabbing all the toys and making all those aspie confederates blow up in nice pretty colors.

Cattie, write down a note, we are gona sail up parallel with the Matt Ward. I don’t care if we block some of their cannons, I want in on this action!

The final plans had been made and the captains and their fleets were heading setting sail now.

The salt camp, really a small town from the looks of things, is going to be the focus fo three different raiding parties, of 3 longships each. Another six parties of the same side will hit the shores of the southern coast, the Fedorans are tough bastards and have canon but their ships crews and marines are shit tier on the water when compared to us. Not to mention, while several hundred of our /y/king warriors hit their least defended settlements, they would be shipping out to fight somewhere fuether inland. I suppose this Dicebeard was worth something if he could get that intelligence for us, but just to make sure he wasn't working some angle she insisted he dedicate his own forces to the raid. Which might be a good thing considering the fact that he has some mercenaries on the pay roll.

The position of the /k/ naval base was also a revelation, although Queen Sarisvata was less inclined to peaceful trade with them, she wasn't about to allow another water based power in this area to grow to any substantial size, especially not wiht the weapons that /k/ could arm them with. So she would personally be leading an attack equal in size to the force hitting the Fedoran coast, not that we would let Dicebeard know about that particular attack.

The far northern settlement with the high walls would be ignored, we just arent equipped to fight a siege.

I however will still be leading my raiding party against this shipyard, with only a few others joining me, as it isnt the largest of settlements.

(I hope everyone is okay with this, the Fedoran attack on Kog is to good and opportunity to miss, and I dont plan on wiping any settlement out, just taking unnamed slaves and generally making an enemy of teegee and establishing /y/ as an enemy)

>>28673452
looks good, youre welcome to join the IRC at Rizon in the chat group #Lenore, if you want to discuss any specifics or if it comes time to kill someone you can either get or give the ok or otherwise work out results

/tg/ is pretty much completely surrounded by enemies at this point, some who fall into the cartoon villainy level of logic.

We've had a little trouble that set back the invasion slightly. There's a small empire of nutjobs living in the southern swamps, led by someone called Swampy. These so-called 'swampers' are a bunch of moralfags.

They're mostly made up of people who escaped the cities and people who ended up popping on this world in the swamps. They hate our so-called "Atheist Cultism" and are extremely resistant to the idea of joining the empire. They were instrumental to those bitches that founded Cypress Hill getting away.

I've had a few diplomats meet with him. He's a meek little fucker - lives alone in a hut in the swamps. Polite, nice. His guys aren't very good at fighting (they're just normal neckbeards like anybody else after all) but there's no chance of invading since they're good at fading into those swamps and the swamps are so dangerous. Plus they don't fight to kill. Guy's a die-hard southern bible thumper. Preaches about being nice to your neighbors and other moralfag bullshit like that.

I sent in some of the scorpion clan to assassinate him a while back. You know what that cockbag did? He hit them with traps, disarmed them, and sent them back with a message. Get this; "Jesus loves you, even if you're a heathen and wrong. Repent and find salvation." I hate hate HATE that fucking dickhole. Does he know the kind of damage he's doing spreading that sort of superstition in this world?

I just know the swampers are supporting those Catachan and Sixth Column motherfuckers. Those Catachan are led by an ex-navy seal, supposedly. John says he can take him, and I don't doubt it! We've got our own Green Beret, and I know the Navy Seals are just overhyped.

Well they're more an annoyance than anything. Once we take over the northern cities we'll have the resources to start draining the swamps. Let's see what that polite little zombie worshiper has to say after I cut out his goddamn tongue!

>>28673923
Really, how so?

>>28673923
Not entirely. /tg/ is allied with /sci/, and although /tg/ isn't exactly on friendly terms with the Buggers, it isn't at war with them either. (Nor do the buggers pose a serious threat to /tg/)

/b/ isn't really 'evil' anymore, just oppressive. They've been more or less forced into their situation. It's entirely possible that S'ndra's empire might end up with peaceful relations to /tg/.

/y/ are raiders, not conquerers. They'll attack coastal settlements, but they can't destroy the confederacy.

The Fedorans are the only real threat to the Confederacy, and they're smaller and less well equipped.

>>28674035
except for their canon, self-detonating or no, those things will wreck defensive positions

>>28671714
That would e the guy writing the Buggy Characters. I'd almost bet on it.

So why isnt anyone writing about the super mecha fighters of /m/?

>>28674251
Because you haven't written it yet

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I've been walking for weeks and I've long sicne lost sight of the wall, and I have a strange suspicion I've been walking in a loose circle. At the very least I've been able to survive off the little rat like things with the skull pattern on their backs, they're everywhere in this city, alot of the buildings have that edible moss as well but it tastes like crap.

Right now Im sitting on the top of a spiral like tower and looking out over the city, trying to plan out my next move. I can hear the sounds of fighting to the east, shouting, screaming and clashing metal constantly echoes through the streets. I'm hoping I can make better time tommorow since I have a basic route to follow.

Its only a matter of time before I run into the city tribes though and that should be interesting, I fought alongside them before and they are a weird bunch, even by /b/ standards. They say they have visions and flashes of emotion, all of it driving them to greater violence. I can understand it actually, only a short time in the city and I have to concentrate in order to put down or let go of my sword.

Chairman Matthew – The journey home
We’re headed back on the road to Reservoir HQ with our conestoga loaded with gifts from the Mayor, we even had a scale wolf escort for the first day’s travel. The NaughtyDogs have described a great desire to acquire mounts of their own. I had to appease them with a promise to consider it once our HQ was more established. Overall it was an eventful visit, the best gift that we have taken so far is all the scientific data we were able to copy from the Keep’s industry and medical. I know that the info will keep several of the board director’s departments busy over the coming weeks.

We also took some rudimentary elevation maps of Butteroot Keep with us, I’m going to turn them over to Dr. Heui and ask him to plan implementation of wireless infrastructure for them. I don’t know if we have the parts to actually build it but I guess we’ll have to see once Augustus’s team finishes with inventory. The Mayor’s idea for a central school is exciting; however I have doubts on if it would be wise to let anyone travel without escort at this time.

From what I’ve learned the raids on cities from these /y/king characters is a constant issue, as well as having potentially hostile neighbors in those fungus infested woods. Additionally a new threat has apparently emerged in the form of hat-wearing conquers with ships. I feel that we would stretch ourselves to thin if we were to try to secure any more than one shipment at a time to ButterRoot. I already radioed back to Reservoir HQ for them to beef up security details.

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>>28675085
The Xcom idea the Mayor has is very intriguing. He graciously provided us with copies of the existing translation work his team had been doing as well as with several photos that their rangers had taken of different builder carvings in more remote locations. We also have some new data regarding these artifact items that litter this world. I can’t wait to see the look on the leader of our own translation team. They’re going to have a field day.
It wasn’t all ideas and data that we’re bringing back though, we are returning with a few small bags of seeds as well as several Earth entertainment programs. We had limited space on the laptops so we tried to grab a sampling of what they had. We also have several bundles of long hollow poles similar to bamboo tied onto the conestoga. I have a few ideas for these but I’ll have to review the reports I was told about before seeing if it’s viable. The zoologist is bringing back two barrels of these glowing cocoon creatures, apparently they act as a light source as well as providing silk. The MD’s have been combing through notes on their laptop about the different medical ailments that are common to the region. They tell me that black-eye is very debilitating and while cures exist there are no documented cases in the notes of healing a long term infection.
I’m not happy about this but I think the quarantine lockdown will have to stay in effect until this upcoming raid men-with-hats raid is over with. This is going to be a tough idea to sell, I know a lot of people are anxious to explore.


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I R'zzd, the Great and Powerful, stand ready for battle. Along with my trusted companions wait for the fleet to arrive at the home of these pathetic mud dwellers in the north. I shall myself personally seek out their leader and slay him in single combat, with my twin blades Shadowslayer and Darkbane.

I was once a simple resident of KityCtty but I knew that its methods were wrong and ultimately wrong, so I helped convince them that it would be best to open the gates and surrender rather than fight and one of the rightous heroes who fought and subdued our flawed matriarch.

For this service our King recognised my greatness and gave me my first wife, of which I had a free pick of KityCitys women and command of an elite unit of warriors with the objective of dropping off early and working our way behind lines to strike them from the rear. Perhaps the scorpion clan were better assasins but we were the best irregular troops in the empire and like adventurers we would cut our path through this 'dungeon' and defeat the BBEG at its center.

The city is more crowded now then it was during the 7th wave. People from all corners of the Confederacy have made their way to help defend this place. The attack on River City was a wake-up call for many of the councilors and guild reps here, and now the defenses of Kog are getting a much needed overhaul.

And what am I doing right now? Trying to convince both Dante and Jordan that moving our forces closer to the river is a bad idea. Why? Because, one, it will already be crowded and we would get in the way. Two, we would be better of assisting the Arbites in the protection of this side of the city. We know this District, and have planned for such an assault before…just not from an outside force, so it will need some revisions. Two, I made an agreement with the Tradehouse, and I intend to keep it. We don’t leave friends hanging on the breeze.

I also have Stiles working around the clock on those ‘surprises’ of his. Hopefully they will be completed before anything happens. In the mean time, I have Jordan running the recruits through drills as normal, and I’m having 3rd and 4th Squads Officially recognized tomorrow. Oh, and something weird, a lot of the members of the 1st and 2nd are walking around with red berets on…I have no idea where they’re getting them from…and they appear to be spreading.

The look on our faces must have been priceless. Apparently that harkonin fellow had the right idea of squirreling away some old world guns along with proper ammo. A lot of long arms, which is fine as we arbites are going to be holed up in the precincts anyways which are towers and give us good lines of site.

Ammo as always is hard to get so we've been told to make every shot count. Thankfully that's not hard to enforce when so many of the fucking rounds we have are iron slugs for shotgun and using homemade blackpowder. Shit's smokey, fouls the barrel quick as shit but packs a nasty fucking wallop.

That said me and my team are currently positioned at one of the towers closest to the River and have been armed for rapedactyl. Scorpions on the top of the tower and any arrow slit now has a man with some variation of gunpowder weapon in it. Should they run through their magazines playing sniper and suppression we're to switch to the heavy crossbows mkII(now with less line snapping) and proceed to see how many hats we can take. Should they assault the tower we're to switch to short sword and board as well as builder 'axes' nasty pieces of work that they are.

We got orders to use these Fog Cutter artifacts to slice through the fog and take a look at what is truly lurking in there.

The things we saw...we were able to confirm that the ones who DO make excursions out of the fog are the smaller variety. As in we saw things with tendrils, strange sacs, slimy hide, and shiny carapace then more. We-OH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ITS OH GOD ITS SO FUCKHUGE.

...we uhm sorta saw a land whale that looked as if you stretched Jabba the hut out and gave him six legs. I am not joking about the land whale part sadly. I don't know how it got so fuckhuge but interestingly enough it seemed to outright ignore our guys as if they weren't even there We even saw glimpses of some other things I don't think they like us fiddling with the fog as our scouts who went to take a closer look. Well one got sucked up what I think was a plant, a few got impaled by a large barbed spiked before being dragged into the mist, and finally the last ones made it back muttering about are we are only dealing with the smaller monsters even by fog standards.

So what do we do why we light up more of the fog by using additional fog cutters...plus we sent out even more forces. We needed to know the sweet spot for troop movement. Turns out if you take a too few you get attacked take to many you get attacked by even bigger monsters who decided that your now worth their time. Our weapons had a hard time even BEFORE we dealt with true fog monsters. Now not even our biggest bombs can hardly do much of anything to the permanent fog beasts.

All I got to report is we don't NEARLY got enough dakka to deal with those things. Plus we discovered two new modes on the fog cutter. One we call flashlight mode and the other is lantern.

Flashlight mode allows us to move many more forces(pointless at this time) if the troops are largely in front.

Lantern mode seems to not rile up the beasts nearly as much as the flashlight but we can't take as many troops.

Report on Reservoir Tower

Director Corporal Gerard Latoyan
We got word that Chairman Matthew was on the way back, he’s still about two days out. I’ve increased security patrols at his request and have started collaboration between the other directors for city planning. The survey maps we made are coming in handy for figuring out where the best places to put everything are. We have areas for terraced farming designated and I’ve got teams helping the agricultural members clear and fortify the land. Director Dalhburg is working his crew to create a pumping system to take water from Reservoir Lake for irrigation as well as designing some water towers with Raylatin’s team. The only request I had was that there was a railing above for my troops to use for overwatch. We’ve also got crews working on creating pens and barns for the Tortolos and apparently Scale Wolves. Matthew radioed back saying we needed to make pens for riding wolves. I told him I’d make it happen but I wanted to see pictures.

With all that happening it has been relatively easy to keep the other directors occupied giving the linguistics team time to work in peace. We’ve finished exploring most of the tower we have access too, the zoologists we co-opted into xenobiologists are confident that there is even more space in this tower, locked away behind walls they’ve identified as doors. Seemed like a bunch of crap to me at first but they explained that it made ergonomic sense for doors to be most likely placed blablabla…I stopped listing but they threw enough technobabble at me where it doesn’t sound like its completely hit or miss.

>>28677758 Cont.

The biggest news that we have now is that the translation team managed to turn something on. They accessed some type of panel in the Forge and the floor in front of it drew back exposing a pit housing some type of boulder sized blue stone with glowing runes running over its surface as it rotated. Of course one of them had to touch it before we could secure the zone. The upshot was that it didn’t kill us, looks like he just managed to light the tower up like a Christmas tree before we managed to shut it down again.

I made the crew translate the orb as best as possible before they were allowed to touch it again, this time we managed to activate the room lighting without the exterior lighting up and blinding the entire Reservoir. With the lights on in this place we can get a better look around. With the power on that massive hole next to the stairs functions like an elevator, when you step out into it with the power on it generates some type of light that you can stand on. Then by tapping on a symbol on the wall it raises everything to the floor that corresponds with the symbol tapped. Gives me the willies but some of us are having fun with it. We got to examine the other floors, the eggheads still aren’t sure on what we’re looking at yet but the floor above the power plant / forge is some type of smelting room. We found several bars of what appears to be steel in stacks next to huge machines. From the layout it appears to be some type of machining room but there are no obvious machines like you would see in a mechanic’s shop. The next floor up seems to be some type of ore processing room, there were hoppers of copper ore, tin ore, iron ore, and silver ore waiting to be processed.

>>28677770 cont.

The final floor before reaching the ground floor was empty save for a large cube in the center. It seemed rather odd that such a large room only had a multi-tiered cube structure in the center with power going to it. The damn thing started glowing and pulsating when we got close to it. When a tech set his laptop down on it to take notes the lights dimmed, pulsed, then cut out. The techs in the power room radioed up that something was drawing a ton of power so they shut it down. After having them power the floor back up there was a copy of the laptop on the pad across from where the researcher. Well not a complete copy of it. A good half of it was missing. Regardless it appeared to be some type of matter copier. We tried to get it to function again but it either was damaged with the power failure or needed to be re-activated somehow. Probably for the best too since the techs monitoring our power supply think it’s been significantly depleted. The good news about that is that it looks like its recharging.
The ground floor doesn’t seem to house anything special, mostly just a hall. I’m going to have Augustus setup his offices here with approval of the rest of the directors. The first three floors up are pretty devoid of any features, mostly corridors lined with empty rooms. They seem to have been for used for storage, several of them are open but we found a few sealed shut. Clearing the sealed rooms was a mild excitement but we found nothing but a few stacks of builder weapons and a few rooms lined from floor to ceiling with these green softball sized stones. They look like mini versions of the blue boulder down stairs but I’m not letting anyone touch them until we figure out more of the language.

>>28677781

The next two floors were open spaces, from the markings in the floor it seems like structures would rise out of the floor. Examining the top floor there now appears to be some type of energy barriers that constitute as windows, it’s a lot less windy and the view is pretty amazing.

I’m sure there is more to this whole thing but I’m going to have the crew’s focus their efforts on understanding the power distribution and figuring out more about the first three floors. I think medical would love to setup shop on one of those floors.

All I can be certain about is that the rest of the board is going to love what we’ve found.

Well we finally had enough motes built up to risk checking out the fog. Found out we didn't have nearly enough dakka to deal with the things in there. Guess its time that the Weapons development finally got of their asses. We are a small fish in a very big pond despite our numbers and us spreading out. Wish I knew our exact numbers but its hard to keep track with the huge influx of fresh meat and losses we have that we may not even know about.

So I saw these pics and recordings they had of the scouting trip they told me what this was in comparison. Those monsters are indeed fuckhuge...until I saw the one with the actual fuckhuge monster in it, our forces call them Jabba Whales. Anyway I got hold of Irwin who INSISTS he is not actually Australian I gave him a simple choice ever since his pet flew off. He would either team up with some /an/imals we got recently and start figuring out what we can domesticate or he can start training people like the good little Army Ranger he is. He chose to find critters.

Finally got that major bugger caravan in. There are a ton of the fuckers had to do kick out my current forces and we STILL pushed it really hard. Only thing that saved us was the stuff they brought with them. Including some interesting beasts. Which I will most certainly look into.

I just wished to remind you gentleman that the Kentucky Longrifle is capable of being produced with nothing but soft bar iron and basic blacksmithing tools, and a number of people make them as hobbies and documentation of the process is widely spread.

>>28678939
let me get my stentson. We going huntin' boys!

>>28678939
I await for the Mk1 Long riles(now with less backfire)

We have begun to sail. The fleet is leaving port loaded for bear with the best technology and weapons we can provide. Oooh, just the thought of smashing in that city gives me the tingles! Is it pretty? Is it drab? Is it a ruin? I don't know, but I hope it's beautiful. An idyllic little place of crystal and sunshine. That would be the most satisfying thing of all to smash in!

The fleet is ready and the men are ready! We've got a tank in the main ship so we can prepare the hivers (they wouldn't survive the whole journey otherwise) so we're good to go.

We're going to sail up along the coast, upriver to a lake and past that straight to Kog. Those soft moralfags won't know what hit 'em. And this time, I'm coming home with all the women I can bleed, cut, and burn. Maybe I'll get a wife that can last more than a few weeks this time. Well, not that I'm totally opposed to a pretty boy. That one from /y/ was a load of fun for the three days until he expired. Maybe there'll be some of those up there. That's the fun of exploration!

We're ready to loot and plunder. The Confederacy is going down.

The Fedora’d asswipes had just pulled in along the riverfront of Kog when the Ninja squad burst forth from the brush line. The super-secret, stealthy, awesomeness of the Ninja’s was evident as they let loose a wicked battle cry and began to throw smoke bombs at their feet and run towards the ships. Of course Ninja’s all know how to run on water, so the Fedoran forces were dumbfounded as the Ninja’s began to climb up the sides of their boats and release deadly adamantine tipped throwing stars into the straw hatted ranks of slaves. The Ninja’s had spent all night mining to the core of this planet looking for the adamantine and had secured their precise metals before the assault. As wave and wave of Fedoran’s fell the Ninjas, using their epic parkour skills, began to jump onto other boats yelling “For Grorious NIPPON!” Again, their super awesome stealth skills made them invisible to the Fedoran’s.

Fat Fedorans, Cheese fingered Fedorans, Ugly Fedorans, Nice Fedorans, Smart Fedorans, and Stupid Fedorans all fell to their silvered katanas. The Ninja’s had secured the ships with no loss of life on Kog’s part and everyone loved them for. . .

“Bob. BOB! Wake the fuck up Bob! The Councilors have been waiting for their breakfast for an hour. You overslept. Get your ass in gear and go serve them. You signed up for this job, don’t be a lazy git or they’ll toss you in the mines.”

well...shit got a message from command I got PROMOTED apparently they want someone who isn't close to the /y/ikings to keep an eye on bugger mercs, damn you Ravma you dick. Anyway the first of the bugger mercs came in these ones largely escorting the bugger supplies. The primary forces will follow behind them.

That was when Dicebeard also got some bad news. So we chose to get drunk and feel sorry for ourselves together. Apparently the island /y/ikings want him to hit Salt Camp the very ones who saved him. He ain't happy about that plus he never got word from the Shipyard so he wont be able to do anything to help them. Even worse they seem not to care for all the work that he did to handle this place and much less make sure the raids keep happening. Apparently their suspicious of him despite it all.

That was when he went on about this dream he had and how he ended up shipwrecked was actually because he found the ship in his dreams. Not due to him scouting out islands plus with them hitting the salt camp rubs him wrong as they had helped him out. He is NOT happy about that. Dude is having some misgivings, so I decided to ask him about this ship...he explained it as a nightmarish gigantic ship crafted Ironwood and some other wood source. He explained he dreamed of it as it used to be. A true terror on the seas before it was stored with its captain upon its death. Stored away and forgotten...until now.

We've reported the closing fleet of the Fedoran bastards, they seem to have pulled out all the stops to rip Kog a new asshole. Although this might just be a fraction of their forces....best not to think that i guess.

The ranger sitting up here with me is already stacking his ammo in easy to access piles and double checking his rifle, an old looking gun that he called a Tkiv 85, and had even set up a little wind sock on the side of the basket. I wasnt really armed except for a short blade and a pair of binos, Id mostly be acting as spotter for my partner Rolf and for the whole of the Kog defese force. Which meant I wouldnt have a gun or a crossbow or even some rocks because that would split my attention.
Aren't I just special.

>>28680621
not salt camp, Fedoran cities, the point is to use him and his bugger mercenaries against the toughest force, the salt camp is barely defended and needs the shortest time because of the near by Cadia

>>28679706
Our informants tell us that the fedora wearing retards have finally set sail in their stupid dinghys. We will give them time to move out of sight and sound of the cities before we strike but our ships are allready sitting prepared in a nearbye cove, just waiting to set off and grab the wind up into their coast and unleashing hell upon their shore.

Yes, this will be a grand battle. It wills also give me a chance to free the pathetic slaves that they keep and bring him to a better and more pleasurable life in /y/. Sure they will still be slaves, but rather than beeing tortured and raped by the Fedorans they will be able to indulge in the pleasure of another man with tender love. I might even be able to find Joshua another boyfriend to go with Sandy, Im allready drooling a little at the thought of three men debasing themselves for me.

>>28680621
We were both very wasted and I didn't believe him so we both headed to the shipyard...there was a very odd structure modified and then covered in tarps. I always wondered what was in there and inside I saw it...a monstrous black ship made of nightmares, blood, and bone. That was then attempted to make cute with rainbows bunnies and such...which somehow managed to make it even worse.

I swear I sobered up just looking at the thing. That was when I noticed the modifications it was a really fucking big ship. Good lord it made them all look tiny in comparison on board in addition to the usual I noticed trebuchets and /k/ raided cannon/artillery pieces. That I haven't seen anywhere else...also some stuff hanging of the rear of the ship looked to be a crude engine and such. According to Dicebeard that part was only activated when you had to go up against the wind or upriver. It greatly speed you up. Otherwise it was large sails and many oars. I asked why not use it all the time and it explained it was a problem of fuel.

Apparently he explained that he had a force of buggers to go along with some ships he sent up the river to flank the Fedorans who dispatched their ships. The goal was to strike hard and fast when they were fighting the Confederacy before melting away. If they somehow survived and retreated part two was to ambush them on their way home. He stated that he was going to assault the Fedoran cities but wanted to make sure to have all the primary bugger force to arrive first. Plus he REALLY wanted to show off his new ship. Luckily he explained that wasn't going to be long his first purchase of contracted mercs will be here shortly. In a few months when they built up properly he would have even MORE for a certain operation he has planned.

I asked how his ship was going to arrive there in time. He smiled and explained they had been stocking up on fuel and they would link up with some /y/ikings who have been lying in wait.

>>28681027
So a new messenger arrived stating they wanted him to attack the Fedorans. He merely grunted and began to check in on his ships. I meanwhile was passed out on the couch from the hang over as I couldn't quite remember what we did after we got on board. I do recall test firing and doing something involving pancakes. I was soon awoken however as...his personal fleet had gathered. Must say he had quite the fleet. Even better the bugger merc forces have arrived. I went over and took command apparently this was just the first part. Dicebeard payed a fortune and it was going to take some time to gather up the rest of them.

So we loaded up on Dicebeard's fleet that was after he did is speech on a platform he ended it with his personal ship Fluffy Bunny(the nightmare ship from before). Came breaking through leading the way and so we were off. So I made sure to check out what we supply wise...apparently we got outfitted in all the older gen crap. Which I thought was modern until I was informed improvements had been made as well as updates. For one we got these newer sturdy grenade launchers(extra bulky) which you had to use a precise type of ammo or else. As well as these new type of incendiary grenades. Even some updated chemical grenades they were proud of those until I informed them of what the marsh had. The rest of it was basic equipment.

After that I was brought up to Dicebeard planning room he had plans and maps laying everywhere. There asked me if your forces can into sieges or breaking fortifications as he explained yikings were raiders and were shit at both. So I told him about our new weapons and our fighting experience involving ruins or bad terrain. Sadly I informed him we had no true siege experience. That one got him grumbling but he was thankful we had some weapons that could deal.

War faces ladies! I wanna see you ready for whatever the fuckers can throw at us. We tore this city out of the jungle screaming and bloody and we'll tear those fucker apart like a yowler on a newbie! Are you with me!

Ladies, gentlemen, fellow members of both our humble city, and of this young nation, what we are about do to walk into will not be an easy day. What will come, and indeed what we will face now is not something any of us should look forward too. This will be a hard bloody day for us of the Confederacy, that is certain.

And for that I ask for you not to hate us, I ask for you not to walk to war with spite in your breast but instead with hope for what we are about to show this world, so dark and far from home. I've seen men die pointlessly wars many times, I served like any redblooded american and found that more often than not it wasn't worth it. I've seen good men die senselessly and for that, I hate my homeland.

I ask you not to hate us, these are not the deaths of senseless abandon, this, this is the fight for the way of life of what is now yours, and indeed my people. We came to this world scared, in the dark and lost and from it we wrestled the fist glimmers of hope. WE WILL STAND. We will not be left beholden to savages to the north or raiders that prey on the weak. We are Kognusuans, We are Butter Rooters, Towerites, Cadians and River city people. We are Elf, and human, Ranger and Boy. Together we shall defend our homes and our loved ones till this menace is over with.

and for that I ask only your forgiveness you brave men and women that lay your lives down upon these walls and towers to hold the darkness at bay one more time. Thank you and know that I shall be alongside you upon the ramparts.

>>28681680
With this in mind, godspeed. If you have a deity of your choosing pray to him/it/it's tentacles and prepare my friends. For Kog goes to war.

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>>28680894
/Y/kings! bravest of nations! I have no doubt of your courage, and none of your victory, which never by any chance or obstacle escaped your efforts. If indeed you had, once only, failed to conquer, there might be a need now to inflame your courage by exhortation; but your native spirit does not require to be roused.

Bravest of man and woman, what could the power of the Fedoran King
effect with all his people, from /U/topia to Bubonicus, against Saphira my predecessor? What she wanted of /new/ she took, and gave to the other Queens only what she pleased. What she had, she held as long as it suited her, and relinquished it only for something better. Did we not honor our ancestors, those that inspire our nation, when we conquered /3/ and broke the back of the King of the Renderers in the heart of his own kingdom, nor had the King of the Renderers any hope of safety until he humbly offered his brother and possessions of the country, which, after you, is called Slashir.

Did not our sisters capture the Lord of the Pervs at Voyeur, and keep him there until he granted Voyeur to the Queen Talia, then still but a girl and barely a captain; with this condition, that, in every conference between the Lord of the Pervs and the Queen of Voyeur that the Queen should wear her sword, while the Lord should not be permitted to carry a sword nor even a dagger. This concession your fathers compelled the great Lord to submit to, as binding for ever. Did not the same Queen lead your sisters to the Free Cities, on the north most coasts, and enforce submission from the Lord of Generator, and his son given to her lieutenant as tribute?

Nor was it enough for you to conquer men, she conquered the devil himself, with whom she wrestled, cast down and bound him with his four hands behind his back, and left him a shameful spectacle to angels.

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>>28681951
But why do I talk of former times? Did not you, in our own time, engage the Fedorans at Monstergirlopolis? Did not the Fedorans prefer flight to battle, and use their sails? While you—Nisandra, the commander of the Fedorans having been slain—reaped the honour and the spoil as the natural result of your usual
success.

Ah! let any one of the Fedoran worm whom, a hundred times, our we and our sisters of both the Erotican and Boylove Fleets, have defeated in battle, come forth and show that the race of yaoi ever suffered a defeat from its conception until now, and I will withdraw conquered. Is it not, therefore, shameful that a people accustomed to be conquered, a people ignorant of war, a people even without arrows, should proceed in order of battle against you, my brave men and women?

Is it not a shame that King Fatarse, perjured as he was in your presence, should dare to show his face to you? It is amazing to me that you have been allowed to see those who, by a horrible crime, beheaded your friends and Cerise my kinsman, and that their own heads are still on their shoulders. Raise your standards, my brave men and women, and set neither measure nor limit to your merited rage.

May the lightning of your glory be seen and the thunders of your onset heard from east to west, and be ye the avengers of noble blood.

Allright boys and girls I've never been one for big speeches so bear with me. Suffice to say we are about to fight a group of bloodthirsty and mentally sick bastards that make /b/ look like a bunch of gentleman. They wear the fedoras for christ sake, and shut up Ross, I dont want to hear your theories on how a stetson is practically Fedora because I *will* gut you!

All of you came down from Butterroot Keep because you knew that things were going to hell down here and you couldn't stand by and let it happen. Many of you fought with me against the dark elf raids on our people, some of you even felt the tragedy of losing a loved one or a friend. We will not allow that to happen here, not without a damn good fight. Each of you has your assignments and you know your role in the battle to come and I have no doubt you will do your duty and more.

But stay smart out their and stay alive, the longer you live the more of them you can kill, remember that. Now everyone, report to your posts, dismissed.

Private address to the Outriders:

Allright, now our job isn't going to be on the front lines, I know, I know, thats where you all want to be, but thats what Da Boyz and what all the other Confederate soldiers are for, thats what they are best at, better than us even.
But we're something special here and our strengths lie elsewhere.
We are the one and only true cavalry unit in the confederacy and its going to be up to us to hit hard and fast where the enemy shows weakness and to go support the lines where they seem to be breaking through. The PBIs will be doing alot of the dirty work but it will be our job to press home a victory, and thats what I plan to do.

Now lets see this bloody work done with and meet up for tea and cakes after allright? Simmons will even bring the ration of whiskey he smuggled with him.

Remember boys and girls,
Death or Glory!

>>28681951
she looks like shes wearing scottish garb not viking

>>28682422
and her name is Sarisvata, your point?

shes a yaoi fangirl, since when does she care of historical accuracy?

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I've designed a new map. Let me know if there's anything that needs added!

Note: This map does NOT show elevation. Being geographically close doesn't mean it's always easy to travel between cities!

>>28683068
I've been building a lake camp at the lake north of the tower to build my own boats.... your map completely removes that lake. Mind if we add it back?

>>28682448
got a point there, she's in this to plunder booty in the most literal sense possible.

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>>28683068
Map updated with the road to the mine and

I let the new Hunters have 14 more days of training with the Rangers before we went to play in the woods and scout the new arriving fleet. They were by no way highly skilled with the sword style they had been learning, but the Ranger training had made them proficient in fighting a lot faster than what we could have taught or let them learn through experience at the Tower.

We set off with a small group of 10 Rangers under the command of my favorite Ranger Captain. We had received orders to set up in a general location according to Kog Command and once we arrived we would receive directions from a Ranger in the field with a proper field radio. None of us spotted the Ranger until he stepped out of thin air and greeted us. The other Rangers all revered him with a kind of reverence that left me wondering what this Ranger Hathcock had done.

Ranger Hatchcock was covered in a makeshift guile suit and his rifle was also covered in foliage. When he stepped away from the brush to reveal himself he looked almost like a Kog version of the Nightmare Elves. Except this Ranger actually looked like he was straight out of someone’s nightmares. I’m sure if the Fedorans could actually see who was going to be killing them, they’d sail away in fear.

Hathcock had us set up along one of the river banks. We would be harassing the final ships to pass through and try to take one if it gets too close to the bank. Hathcock was going to find a proper location to call in reports of the fleets movements and he left the rest of the fun up to the Captain and I. We ended up settling in and getting a good feel for the terrain. While I am still amazed at how Hathcock was able to disappear again, my Hunters aren’t new to disappearing in the woods anymore. The Fedorans won’t see us until it is too late.

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>>28684363
Final version of the map for now.

>>28684605
so much nicer

>>28685084
Still a rough map lotsa things can be lurking in there that isn't known yet.

Koganasu where everything happens.
Don't let the disguises fool you, evil is coming from everywhere
Destroying all that we believe is good!

Creation desperate, Waiting for a miracle to transcend all war.
Watch how the blood lust of the divine throws out its hatred for all time.

There is no mercy or compassion in the world.
Embrace the chaos for in the end that is All!
Now the world is broken, lost its force.
Turn your back on all you have loved
For it is gone in a second.
Ultimate destruction.
Gods are warring and sorrow never ending.
Endless chaos for an eternity.
Welcome to the end, to the abyss!

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early morning bump, lets see if kog gets their shit kicked.

So…I find myself, on the last night before we set off, sharing a drink with my co-conspirators. With Delton, a Catian with a chip on his shoulder and a list of grievances as big as the sun is hot. And with “Smith”…who is…here?

Whatever, we find ourselves sharing some hoarded vodka, in some smelly little shack in the port of Jonathan’s Landing, mulling over the news we have received. I honestly think “Smith” likes delivering bad and dire news. Has the voice for it at least. Oh, right the news! The Sisters apparently have their own operatives in play…and we don’t know who they are or what they are going to do. And typically the Sisters like explosions, fire, and public executions so all sorts of fun might happen. As for the last bit of news…well I guess that’s why we are drinking right now isn’t it.
“To Vanguard. Operation Neck Shave is in Effect. Good Luck and God’s Speed. Virgil.”

“Smith” has verified the message, and as we stand on the eve of the invasion, the orders are being sent. All across the Fedoran Empire, 6th Column Cells, Catachan War Parties, and Sisterhoods will launch a massive offensive against all military operations south and west of K.C. Kitycity itself will be focal point of all our operations. Once the city is secured, and I have no doubt it will be, they intend to turn it into a damn fortress…or at least more so then it already is.

I guess that just leaves us to deal with the invasion fleet then. Right, no pressure at all.

We leave with a toast. For Revenge. For a tomorrow worth living in. For a return of Morality and Sanity.

Wanna guess who wanted revenge? Cause if you did, you obviously not paying attention.

What is there to say about the Salt Camp? Who cares whats happening over there? I mean really, were just the place everyone gets the damn salt from. The salt that gives things any taste and helps cure the meat and fish that everyone eats! But who cares, Salt Camp is just a bunch of rickity shacks and salt mounds on the beach. We get it worse than River City, because at least River City is seen as an important major population centre.

What they don't realize is that Salt Camp should really be named Salt Town, ever since the last two waves this place has had a consistantly growing population and now rather than a bunch of shacks on the beach we have town of wood and clay brick houses built up on the hill overlooking the beach.There is even work on a wall and tower in case the ykings come back.

We've even raised a local militia, armed with our own versions of godendags and lochaber axes, since they are relatively easy to produce and we only have the one local smith. They are currently being trained by the Cadian garrison currently in residence, and thank god for Cadia(the only place that seems to recognize our importance), and are intended to take over full time when they are finished. Its just a shame we don't have the access to firearms like Cadia, hell the closest thing we have to a ranged weapon are the iron tipped darts, honeslty it would be kind of sad if they weren't terrifying when thrown up in the air.

Our food is still pretty limited hear though, to far from the major farming settlements and we have few farms of our own. What we do have however is fish, lots and lots of fish. Some of the newcomers want to build some barges and start a fishing operation, why? You want MORE fish? Have my goddamn serving and find me a steak! At least the weird crab things we find in the beach sands are a nice change from time to time, be great if we could farm them. I am just so sick of sushi.

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>>28691677
forgot pic to go with post

>>28691677
You're a braver man than I to eat the fish on this planet raw.

>>28693197
Why?

>>28693658
Well the rain carries little minnow worm things that are carriers for worms that eat your insides out within a day. There's countless other microbial things that are murder in a microscope slide. Not to mention the things we haven't found out about yet.

I just don't trust raw meat on this planet yet. It could make you grow gills or something. That's why I cook everything medium well at least.

>>28693811
Is that why Im growing these weird barbel things on my chin?

>>28693891
No, that's just because you're weird. Everyone else is growing fins on their shoulders as a third set of limbs. You're getting that crazy stuff on your chin.

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>>28691677
One the most interesting things happening here has been the beginnings of a glass industry. Well, industry is overstating it, what we really have is me and about twenty or so guys producing sheets of glass using the sand from the beach and the soda ash we've been able to harvest from a seaweed like plant form some of the inlets along the coast. The soda ash takes quite a bit of effort to create, requiring the seaweed to be dried and burned, mixed into a solution and then boiled dry into the actual ash. Eventually we will need to find another source or start farming the plants, probablly in saltwater pools, but for now these natural source are enough.

The soda ash is then mixed with the sand and raised to incredibly high temperatures in our kiln, using the local jungle for wood and a leather bellows to feed it the needed air, it needs to be constantly watched and the bellows need to be kept pumping but the process creates an impressive amount of molten glass.

This is then either used immediately by our three glassworkers(really only one actual worker and two students) or allowed to cool into thick sheets of glass, which are then broken down into chunks for later use.
The glass itself is an interesting shade of purple, which Im informed is due to a mineral in the sand but thats beyond me really, I just make the stuff.

We've allready gifted the Castellan of Cadia with a set of glass bottles, which look like strange uneven coke bottles, as a thank you for their help and another sent to Kog, along with several chunks of raw glass, to show what we are capable of and that we need our own position within the Confederacy.

>>28693891
weird stuff on your chin eh? go live with the elves ifin it bothers you that much. that fungus will cover everything.

>>28694197
Hmm, reports from the Salt Camp show they're blowing glass there. With very few sources of material for tableware we've been using wooden plates and mugs. Thankfully the Expat gave me his set of metal chopsticks for eating, but the wood plates absorb all kinds of bad things. And our heavy metals are not the best thing to be eating off of.

Sure, wood is better than lead or iron, but if we can have these glassblowers slinging out cups and plates we can prevent some of the more simple diseases like food poisoning and cross contamination that are being reported in Kog and River City.

I'm going to send an additional 20 volunteers from Kog along with another shipment of supplies. I think I'll add in one of the engineers from the Science Guild to help them fix any problems they might have with their kiln. I think I might be able to sneak a few Rangers in the trip with the way this defensive force is flexing in the cities. I just need to tell them the last thing we want is these /b/tard rejects to steal our shipments or harass our salt camps. At least /b/tards knew that the torture and gore threads were just images that we used for shock value. These aspie kids think it's okay for them to do that stuff.

God, I want some heavy double old fashioned glasses and a bottle of Earth booze. Just thinking /b/tards and those glasses makes me homesick for Earth and a good bar.

O'er the hills and o'er the main,
Through all /tg/ for whats to gain,
King Fedoran commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away.

Here's a spear and knife and a jack in dun,
For those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today,
Over the Hills and far away

When the masters call me I must go
To stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away

Though kings and tyrants come and go
This wretched life is all I know,
So I'll live to fight another day
Over the hills and far away.

If I should fall to rise no more
As many others did before
Then ask the fifes and drums to play,
Over the hills and far away

Old Cheeto finges, he scratched his bum.
He says, "Were gonna have us some fun."
My slaves and soldiers will win the day
Over the hills and far away.

Now fall in lads, behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun
Along the river to come what may
Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main.
Through all /tg/ for whats to gain,
King Fedoran commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away.

>>28694638
New rule, any bards you might find of the Fedoran armies, bring them alive. These guys can sing!

>>28695054
Seconded

>>28695753
3ifth'd

>>28695877
1, 2, 3, 4, FIF!

yeah, I skipped 4, because 4's a bitch and deserved it

>>28695054
All bardic slaves shall be saved. Unless they're Hivers, then they will be given the Mercy.

>>28694638
(something a little different)

The Fedoran came out from the trees
He brought us pain and misery

He killed our own, he killed our creed
He took our people for his own need

We fought him hard, we fought him well
Upon the walls, we gave him hell

But many came, too much for our City
Oh will we ever be set free

Marching through the corpses and the sodden fields
Rowing hard upon the decks

Chasing the sixth column back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game

Murder for freedom, the stab in the back
Woman and children, a cowards attack

Run to the - run for your lives
Run to the hills - run for your lives

Soldier dun in the sodden fields
Hunting and killing's a game

Raping the woman and wasting the man
"The only good fags are tame"

Breaking their will and watching them fold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills - run for your lives
Run to the hills - run for your lives

Run to the hills - run for your lives
Run to the hills - run for your lives

(unlike the last probablly not sung ont he march but in private among the other slaves)

>>28696197
Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that?
The coward slave, ye pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure, an' a' that,
Our rank is but your cruel design,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin hide, an' a' that?
Give fools their hats, and knaves their wine
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their euphoric show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon bastard ca'd 'a lord,'
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that?
Tho' hundreds bend knee for his sword,
He's but a dolt for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His fedora, flag, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind,
He looks an' laughs at a' that.

A King can make a chained wife,
A soldier, slave, an' a' that!
But an honest soul’s above his might
Guid faith, he must nae fault ' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities, an' a' that,
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Rises him above a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that)
That we may find freedom here one day
Shall we rise above for a’that
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that,
That man to man the world o'er
Shall brothers an' sisters be for a' that.

(a song that might be sung in public, but sung in with the Scots inflection to disguise its meaning to casual listeners)

>>28696526
Blow em up like Marbo!

M-A-R-B-O
Blow em up like Marbo!

He is a killing machine,
He's the best combat vet that you've ever seen,
And now he's got his Catachans
and what you call hell they calls home,
he was just simply living his life,
Some King had to push his authority,
He just wanted to live in peace,
But when they fucked with his City, they fucked up,

M-A-R-B-O
Blow em up like Marbo!

You need an army against this man,
And don't forget to dig them ditches everyone,
one thing he'll say to you,
"King Fedoran, i'm coming after you!"

M-A-R-B-O
Blow em up like Marbo

>>28696883
Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games
You’ve too everything we had anon, and we know your name
We are the people that can find, you wherever you may be
If you did the crime slime, then you bet we’ll find you soon

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch us bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
We’ll find you first, then you gonna bleed but that's the price you’ll pay
And you're a very sick man that's gonna pay his due,
You gonna see the bright light and you we’ll send you there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my bayo-net
Ooh, we gonna make you scream

Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
We’ll treat you like the animal you are, and show you how we play
You all hunger eternally and you'll take it eventually
But you cant have everything you want, we’ll stop you just wait an’ see

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch us bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed

And now you're high were gonna make you fall down
So down, so down, so down, yeah

You know where you are?
You're in the jungle baby, you're gonna dieee
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch us bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my bayonet
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
We will bring it to you
Were gonna bring you down, ha!!
(catachan -fedoran rebels- war song)

>>28697191
The Commodores Navy:
We are the Commodores navy, we are the ragged slave soldiery.
We cannot fight, we cannot shoot, what bleeding use are we?
And when we get to Kog'nusan we'll hear those bastards say,
'Hell, hell! My Gods, what bloody rotten sods, are the ragged slave soldiery’

Fedorans balls:
Fedoran has only got one ball,
Rapelays, got two but very small,
/d/ms, have gotten rotton
And Cheetos got no balls at all.

I just realized can we get anything remotely like beer on this world?

>>28697816

A small frail women runs up to the unnamed bard. Her eyes stay unfocused on her feet as she hands him a folded piece of paper. When the unnamed soldier takes the note she steps back and seems to disappear. The note reads "My name is Commodore von Rapelay. I've heard of your ballads. Make one about my glorious self and you'll be rewarded"

*sigh* Well allright, I guess I dont have a choice

>>28698430

You are the best
Cause you are the man,
And you’re the man who can take it

We all believe
Though the going gets rough
That we gotta hang tough to make it

History repeats itself
Like Egypt and its slaves

Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams!

You’re the beast!
Rapelay!
Nothings gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

We fight to the end
Cause our life will depend
On the mercy you have inside you

Ah you gotta be proud
starin’ out in the crowd
When the odds in the game favor you

You don’t need to try to win them all
and one day time will tell
when you’re the one that’s standing there
you’ll march through the gates of hell!

You’re the beast!
Rapelay!
Nothings gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

INSPIRING GUITAR SOLO

You’re the beast!
Rapelay!
Nothings gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight til we drop
never stop
can’t give up
Til you we carry you to the top (FIGHT!)
you’re the best, Rapelay (FIGHT!)
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down

You’re the beast!
Rapelay!
Nothings gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Beast!
Rapelay!

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He had been travelling the high lands for a little over a month now, weather the worst of the vicious wind storms that whipped across the grassy plains and hiding from gigantic beasts that stalked the herds of mega fauna here.

All for this. It loomed in the distance a tower the color of steel like a giant middle finger to the world. They'd seen the engravings, they'd determined the place where it was thought to be. And then they'd sent him, Big ass sword in hand to find it. He pushed his sunglasses, now cracked up on his nose and made his way towards The Finger of God.

Inside he knew there was power, inside he knew was a way to even the field with the assholes that were attacking his fellow /m/en. Inside were the weapons of gods and armors that were only dreamed of. Inside, were mecha.

>>28699123
After the first day of getting within sight of the Finger he realized something very quickly.

It was massive, it was a gigantic shining finger in the middle of the sea of grass. Each step barely brought him closer and for a few hours each day he debated turning back. This was shoved of course to the back of his mind, he knew what he had to do. He knew that without the Power of the Finger and what laid inside his people would be dead. His tribe and many like it already were suffering they needed a way to make a stand to fight back and retake the city they had been forced to flee from.

Without it, they would wither away and perish.

>>28699123
The older boys always picked on me; they said I was too young to survive here. They said I was too young to know any good mecha animation. They said I was too young to find “God’s Middle Finger”. They even started calling me Amuro. I did know good mech anime, I had survived here, and I was going to find the Middle Finger. They’re all just mean and scared of leaving the safety of their group to find the Middle Finger.

Although, I am kind of scared myself. I’ve been following “Sunglasses” looking for the middle finger. He won’t tell me his real name. He doesn’t really talk to me. He just looked at me through his dark sunglasses and nodded when I asked if he was looking for the Middle Finger of God. He did ask me how old I was. I told him 14 and tried to act proud that I was still surviving in this strange place. He only nodded again and told me to call him “Sunglasses” before walking off. I miss my parents.

>>28699413
Sunglasses found it! We found the Middle Finger! I can’t even wait to tell everyone that I was able to go to God’s Middle Finger and see inside it. Sunglasses is talking about some kind of power inside, but I don’t understand half of it. We have been walking for a few days now and the Middle Finger doesn’t get any closer. My feet are hurting from all this walking. I want to go home or take a nap, but Sunglasses has this look on his face that makes me want to follow him and see inside this tower. He looks like this tower is going to be filled with gold, or food, or soft beds.

>>28699413
He debated the merit of turning back more than once, if just because at this point he wasn't even sure there was water this far into the plains. But the kid kept him moving forward. Always on his heels watching and dribbling snot. He claimed to be a hardass but he knew the tribe, they ran away when it counted. Then again they all had, that was how you survived anymore. Hide in destroyed rubble of dead aliens and run from the assholes that had bigger guns and things that made you shit a brick when you saw them.

He was gonna change that. It was close to sunset on the third day when they reached it. A lake as still as a mirror, the Finger defiantly rising from the middle of it. A single word escaped his lips.

He couldn't swim.

>>28699767
It was beautiful! A big tall tower in the middle of a still lake. I took off running towards the water and made it about ankle deep when I realized I was the only person excited about the tower. I had promised myself that I would try to be cool and calm like Sunglasses so I got back out of the water and stood off to his side quietly.

He had this dark look on his face and he kept mumbling words that I couldn’t understand. I tried furrowing my eyebrows like he was doing, but it hurt too much. Instead I just stood quietly and waited. I am sure he was coming up with a plan to get across the lake so we could enter the Middle Finger of God like he wanted to.

>>28700129
He sat there staring,brow furrowed before he came up with the most asinine plan he could come up with. So foolish, so stupid that no one would have through of it.

He started to walk around the lake and look for a goddamn bridge. All the while wondering who the hell these alien jackasses thought they were putting the damn Finger in the middle of a lake.

>>28700262
they did this twice, a complete(or mostly so circuit of the lake) There was no path. Silently he fumed as he contemplated what to do, leaning against one of the obnoxious obelisks that littered the land. And then, with a jolt plan B hit him.

"Can you swim?" He shouted to the boy that had been following him.

>>28700729
Sunglasses yelled at me and I jumped. I was so ashamed at him scaring me I forgot to answer him. He ended up asking me a second time, this time a little quieter, and I meekly nodded in response. My mom had wanted me to learn to swim as a kid. She sent me with my dad to the pool. My dad pushed me in the pool and told me to swim out. He was an asshole. But after I stopped choking on water and started treading it he smiled. I miss seeing my dad smile.

As I remembered things from the past I found my eyes wandering along the shore line. There were a few small trees and some branches. If Sunglasses couldn’t swim I he might be able to use a large piece of wood to hold himself afloat.

>>28700999
>dem trips

He stared idly at the kid, pondering just why the hell he thought that was a good idea.

"We need to get to the tower. You swim over there and find a boat or something." He explained making an exagerated rowing motion. He honestly wasn't entirely sure the boy was all there. Barely said a word and just sorta stared at him. "I wait here and signal if anyone is coming"

He again made an exagerrated gesture of him standing tall and a hand over his brow surveying the terrain.

And then proceeded to swear violently. Someone had been following.

>>28701237
There wasn't a second thought to what he did next. Grabbing the boy by the scruff his neck and what little shirt he had left he hurled him into the water and shouted for him to go before turning back to face his pursuers. Builder sword in hand, oversized but usable.

Two one was not very fair odds he realized but it'd by the weird little brat some time at least. He began to calmly walk towards them, the large straight blade out and in his hands, ready to be used should the need arise.

He really hoped they just were here to ask weather he preferred real or super robots.

>>28701392
Sunglasses threw me into the water and yelled at me to swim. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath after taking a deep breath of lake water, but when I resurfaced I saw Sunglasses pull out his sword. He saw something bad and was going to go fight it. I couldn’t fight. The others were right, I am weak. I wanted to cry, but I knew Sunglasses needed me to find a boat to save him, so I swam. I swam as fast and hard as I could. Kicking furiously at the water and making huge splashes with my feet I tried to go as quickly as I could to the other side. I wanted to think I was swimming as fast as that Michael Phelps guy, but I wasn’t.

When I got to the other side and pulled myself up on the ground around the Middle Finger of God I could see there was no boat. There never was a boat. Unless. . . Unless they kept the boats inside!

>>28701392
two men, both of them ragged messes of cloth and carrying primitive clubs walked towards him. He didn't hesitate in his assumption. There was no way they were on a mission of peace. In the background he could hear the kid splashing around. He was ready for this, he thought. They needed the finger and to keep bastards like these guys away from it.

"Hey fellas"

They glared at him tired from chasing their skin burnt and peeling from the hard weather and what muscle they had, stringy and feral. These were the lesser of dangers he knew, but still a wild animal was a wild animal. Carefully, very carefully he moved to block the line of sight to the lake and was ready to strike. The first came at him wildly swinging and with enforced practice he thrust for the belly driving the blade deep into the mans once flabby stomach.

Pat and some his men led Brock to the council chambers, the others broght the armor and all the loot they obtained on their travels to the adventure guild to be used later. He grabbed one of the pages, and asked for an Emergincy meeting with the councilors whose turn it was to meet with a potential ally. If they ask who does this day the guild master of the adventures guild, also send a message to Zach to ask hit to meet me at the bar, after the meeting.

>>28701665
I struggled a bit to push the door to the Finger of God open, but once it started moving it was a lot smoother. I wasn’t ready for what I found inside.

The walls were covered in little honeycomb holes fitted with glowing rocks. Some of them were black, some faintly lit, and others glowing like mini suns! In the middle of the room was a massive statue nearly 20 feet tall with thick, wide set clawed feet, thin articulating arms, and then a wingspan wider than it was tall with what looked like clawed hands on the end of the wings. I didn’t see a boat anywhere!

My eyes kept going back to the statue. In the middle of the chest was an opening. It took me a while to make the connection, but they had mecha on this planet! The opening was a cockpit!

I ran up to the statue and climbed into the cockpit. I don’t know why I thought it would move with me in it. The statue didn’t budge at all. No matter how much I moved the controls or pressed. . . well it really didn’t have buttons just something like arm rests, a chair, and a neck brace. I tried pressing everything but nothing happened. Why was my luck so bad? Sunglasses needed me and here I was unable to move the one coolest thing in the entire world! If only Jimmy at school on Earth could see me with my own mech. Even if it doesn’t have power he would be so jealous and regret making fun of me for watching anime.

>>28703057
Wait, POWER! The thing is really old, maybe it is out of power! When I got back down out of the statue I noticed two lightly glowing rings in the feet of the mech. They were both openings in the armor about the size of the honeycombs in the wall. I ran to the wall and grabbed the brightest glowing stone. Bright means charged, I’m sure of it. When I put the stones into the feet the armor sealed back up around the stones and the entire statue shifted and lowered down to one knee. This is so awesome! I’ve got a mech! I climbed into the winged beast and sat into the cockpit seat.

As I sat down the outer door closed and the cockpit was completely dark. I felt a prickle at the back of my neck that quickly turned into a sharp stabbing pain. I couldn’t reach the back of my neck as my hands and feet had been immobilized. It took a few seconds but my vision cleared and I could see outside. I went to move my hand to check my neck and I realized I was seeing the small hand of the mech move. I was plugged into the actual mech!

I did what I’m sure every mech fan has ever wanted to do. I jumped through the wall and front door of the Middle Finger of God screaming “OH YEAH!”. Luckily the hole I made was really only the door and some of the framework around it. That tower is OLD.

>>28703057
>>28703083
The sound was like the world ending, The other attacker paused and looked towards the lake. He glanced back hastily to see well, he wasn't going to hide it. What he had been hoping was here standing in the doorway.

Now it needed to get across the lake.

>>28703083
They hadn't expected that but, this was the Finger, they'd all known it might contain things like this. So they did the one thing they never expected to do.

He'd been in the grass for a little over an hour, sweating it out, the suit was in rough shape they'd found it buried beneath an avalanche Killing the last owner and leaving some of the armor terribly weakened. It wouldn't matter he'd been playing battletech since he could remember and slapped the power cell into the socket.

The world hummed as it revved up the artificial body quivering with energy and he leapt from the grass in a single hulking leap. Almost hitting the asshole with the sunglasses that had gutted tetsuo formerly known as chris.

War Journal 1

So it begins. A flotilla of twenty six ships of varying size have been spotted sailing on a river towards Kog. They're moving against the current so it's slow going for them, but it's giving us time to prepare. I've been in tactical meetings all day and night, any Patrol Captain and above, all the heads of the foreign defense forces that have arrived, all of us crammed into our HQ building. We're either all at the planning table arguing or standing at the great map and pointing. Not much is getting done, but all the planning in the world won't matter once the action starts. Several of our Scouting teams placed several water traps, large wood spikes under the surface of the water, directly in their path during the cover of night. Several floating water mines have been placed as well. We have both our mechs, the Red Comet and the Nameless One, in place. They're near the docks and hidden behind a wood blind designed to make it look like a large shed. Central Supply emptied their gun and ammo store. Temporarily of course, they made us all sign loan certificates, making us promise to return the guns under penalty. I've got my service pistol and a shotgun with Winchester 1300d written on the side. That combined with my archery set and sword and backup knives. I'm pretty weighed down. I feel like a pack animal.

>>28704283

Those idiots! The ships sailing at the front of the line crashed into something in the night causing a huge pileup in the river! It was beautiful! It almost made me feel again! We can't have our advance slowed, I ordered all cannons to fire on the imbeciles until the mess got cleared up! All those beautiful ships exploding and burning, the decks littered with blood lit by the fires! Oh it was orgasmic! We only lost a handful of them, what we have will be more than enough to kick over the moralfags and for every slave that dies will be more room for slave girls on the ship! That sload Rapelay tried squeezing his ship past the Matt Ward like he squeezes through a doorway. I told the captain I'd break his face if he let that fool get infront of me. He can be at the end of the line with the rest of the shit. It will be I alone that reaps the reward from King Fedoran, Rapelay can have his slave wives slurp up whatever is left. Onwards Slaves! Clear the river and onward to Victory!

>>28704303

Akari, dear Akari, I have an itch you need to scratch at the back door. Yes, like that. Don't stop writing, Cattie, you're going to watch. Now, where was I? That fool Cheetoes's plump ship has been nothing but trouble this whole journey. It's nearly as wide as the river in some places and just last night, it caused some kind of pileup, pushing the smaller ships into rocks or something oh yes Akari right there keep pushing. Yes like that oooh this is why I rescued you sweet Akari, now do it harder or it's to the slave deck! I saw the moment to bypass the Matt Ward during the confusion but it seems Cheetoes has gone out of his way to block me again. I tired of him and his messes. He has promised me more wives from this excursion, but I would gain even more if say, something were to happen to him during the invasion? Stop nodding Cattie, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking at you. Just keep writing. Akari, are you asleep back there? I said Harder!

>>28704317
War Journal 2

We had our report on the success of our traps. We sunk a total of five ships. Well, it was either the traps or them firing on their own ships. Either way, a few less ships to deal with. We're unsure how many attackers managed to swim to shore, we'll have to go back to deal with them after the battle. If the wildlife doesn't get them first. At their current speed, they'll arrive during midday. Everyone is tense as hell. We're going over ammo cache locations over and over again in our minds. All civilians have been given a spear and sent to the center of the city, all the gates have been sealed and reinforced. Our walls may not be as big as Cadia's, but we have more of them. I've seen this city in builder dreams and I know it has never fell to their enemies and I know it won't fall to ours. The tension is maddening. The enemy comes. Oh, and it's raining out.

Rain was not well totally unexpected its still a pain in the ass and leaving us itching for the worst. With that said though we're ready. The precincts are ready to hold the docks and we've even got a few bags of the 'jitter dust' ready should they try to get through. We've issued all troops on the ground builder plate if they could handle it. Shit's heavy but it adds that extra oomph. My arbites are using shield walls as if this was some goddamned Riot, I was there in the streets when I was young. I know how shitty this will get for them. The rain at least will slow them down and put fires out quicker.

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Also the strategos have been poniting at this telling me what to do all fucking week.

>>28704344
War Journal 3

There they are. A good sized flotilla too. We opened up with all our long range weapons from the highest defensible vantage point. They began firing their weird cannons well before they were in range and haven't stopped yet. The front line ships slammed into the chain across the river mouth and caused a pileup which their flagship just plowed through until it beached itself trying to enter the city. The river is too narrow. The smaller ships are slipping around and dumping their frontline forces everywhere. I'm running an assault team of 20 or so Rangers and Cadians, ultra loadout. We're going to be moving with the Red Comet when it's time. Infantry and walking tanks. I wish ours had guns mounted on them. There's another team nearby that has got our new copycat rocket launchers. Five in total, they have enough for two shots each. Their job is to blow holes in as many ships as possible, preferably at the waterline. Well, I can hear the screaming. It's time to get a move on. The battle has started. The battle of Koganusan, Boatmurdered. I hope they're fucking paying attention.

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>>28704756
Ready! Aim. Fire!

Second volley prepare to fire!

Scorpion crews get those fuckers winched damnit! We don't have time for you to be fucking slacking!

All Arbites, shield walls NOW. Get to to those Gates Gentlemen WE SHALL NOT LET THEM PASS.

What happened next was a blur. I was at the River gate, we'd been getting hammered by those fucking cannon for almost a half hour and then suddenly they started pouring out of the gap. I was on the ground floor of the precint there, me and sixteen other men, The rest of us were in the tower picking them off. Rifle shot cracked periodically you could hear it coming from both sides. Arrows and javelin as well but they didn't have scorpions. They didn't expect the rangers either waiting in houses all along the streets. We pulled back after the first wave of them hit us. Some guys lost it. We're almost certain they poisoned their blades.

I know we would have done the same.

Good thing was they were just the rabble no armor to speak of and shitty weapons. Easily scared too. We'd lead them on a merry chase and duck into a blind alley where Butter rooters had set up a flammen werfen emplacement and let them fry as we circled through the tunnels and flanked another section. They'd try to take them only to find Cadians and Boyz side by side holding it against way too many of them to be worth the effort.

This was the battle for my home and it was just beginning. This was gonna be a bloody battle and I'm sure we all knew it.

Muwhahahaha, this is glorious retribution! That asshole tried to run me aground the entire trip and he just beached the Matt Ward by trying to plow into the city! That’s what you get for having to be first into the fight Cheetos Dick!

Akari, get off daddies lap and go tell the crew to prepare the cannon. Let’s toss a few rounds into the city…. And if we manage to miss a few and hit some of Cheetos’ slaves, well that just means he won’t be able to take as many wives and will have to rebuild his crew. Damnit, I can’t see. Cattie, get some of those slaves in here to bring my bed onto the deck. Let’s see if we can’t move this ship into a position and do some damage!

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Damn wolf riders took my name. Whatever, We're in the fucking shit now kiddies. I'm working with a squad of wet behind the Ears rangers and pulling duty as Urban combat dude.

I hate urban combat. They've got me dressed in what amounts to builder plate armor. Lighter than you'd think and can take a hit but I'm still not happy they took my sword away and have me a fucking arming sword and a shield.
I'm not a knight goddamnit!

Alright you shit heads Let's get into this and kick some hat wearing fucktard's asses! Hoorah!

We had watched silently as the fleet came up the river. We struggled not to laugh as they speared themselves on the defenses in the river and then the animals turned on themselves and destroyed their own ships. The larger ships set oars in the water and propelled themselves at the city. The flagship the S.S. Matt Ward, their largest ship in the attacking fleet, was among those we let pass. Our target was set to be the last ships among the fleet. If we could board it and turn their guns on enemy ships we could trap them. We just had to silently wait as all the good targets sailed past.

We didn’t have to wait very long as one of the smaller ships began to fire on the city and move closer to the shore. It was sending a continuous stream of explosive rounds into the city, some of the rounds getting dangerously close to their allied ships and a few even looking like they were aimed at the Matt Ward. The lead ships had all run into trouble trying to push their way into Kog. The river was deceptively shallow and grew thin the closer you got to the city. Their massive warships were no match for the small bend in the river with its rocky bottom. I started to give the order to attack the ship when the loud crack of a high powered Earth rifle rang above the noise of the battle. When I looked at the ship I could see the helmsman was missing his head and his body was slumped over the wheel and driving the ship closer to the shore. A second crack of the rifle sent several of the people aboard the ship into complete turmoil.

>>28705526
It's a pants shitting moment when someone's head explodes right next to you. I' learned this as some idiot with a katana had tried to charge me and found out what our Iron slugs feel like. I'm fairly certain it was that creepy scout that dances in the rain naked.

I will by him a goddamned bottle of Jim Beam for that one.

We're pressing hard and getting pressed hard, the worst thing is its all goddamned peasent warriors. Most of these fuckers can't even properly fight. We've yet to get to the meat of the sons of bitches and we're running ourselves hard to keep up. As it is we've taken a holding pattern by Where the Nameless one is hidden and are keeping their attention fixed on us.

It's not hard I mean I look like a goddamned Ren-fair reject and am swinging a fucking sword. They want a piece of me and they're gonna pay a might steep price. I'm panting like a dog in heat though and the new guys are looking rough. We need to get some fire support here. Where the fuck is the balloons?

>>28705707
You’d be surprised at how strong silk can be when you wind it together. We had a few ropes from Earth and a few silk ones that had been made for the Hunters or Riders working around the Tower. With a simple hook on one end and a good throwing arm we were able to land several ropes on the edge of the ship. Like the pirates of old we ascended the side of the ship to steal the vessel and turn it on our enemies. What we didn’t expect was to be greeted by a group of happy slaves. When we got a chance to inspect the deck of the ship we realized there were only 6 actual Fedorans on the ship. The helmsman, who we still couldn’t find his head. The Captain, who had his head, except it was barely hanging on from a few bits of skin. Along with 4 bodies of fairly nicely dressed men who had been beaten to a bloody pulp. Two were taken by surprise at the cannons and the other two were mobbed by the slaves along the upper deck.

The Captain was a massively fatass who had been sitting on a bed in the middle deck of the ship. Hathcock had taken his neck off of him along with what was probably countless chins. From what the slaves have been trying to tell us, when they saw the helmsman and the captain die they revolted. The two at the cannon were first to go so they would stop firing on the city as well as to prevent them from blowing the ship up. The other two were then mobbed by all of the slaves at once. Several of the slaves had deep cuts from where their masters had turned their weapons on them in their final moments. Fortunately several of my Hunters and a medic with the Rangers group set to mending their wounds.

>>28706019

I hated myself for doing this, but I turned to the remaining crew members as well as my men and asked them if they would continue to fight. If the slaves of these Fedorans would be willing to join hands with the army of the Confederacy and destroy the other Fedoran vessels. Surely there would be slaves on the other vessels that we would be killing. That single thought, that I was asking them to turn on their own people and kill them for me, that thought crushed my soul. I would have to carry the weight of the death I was ordering, and hide my hatred for the action so that my men and the newly freed members of this crew would follow me. I rechristen this ship the Vengeful Eagle.

No! By the Fedora, I'll have the captain executed! I'll have them all executed! The ship is stuck! We've run aground! So close.. so close.. Begin dumping all the slaves over the side! Start the attack! Don't stop firing the cannons! What is that fool Rapelay think he's doing? He thinks he can fire at me? Return fire! Fire at everything! We have slaves to capture and moralfags to kill! Any slave that returns not covered head to toe in blood and not toting a line of slavegirls gets fired out of the cannons next! This city isn't as pretty as I had hoped but it's clean, and that's worthy of breaking alone! Mud, blood and filth will soon cover those clean walls. Oh yes. Bring me one of my Yowler Wifus, I have some high level strategizing to do! Why aren't all the slaves off the ship yet, start throwing them over the side if you have to! Prepare the ramps for the marines! There's work to be done.

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One thing you have to understand about the Kentucky Rifle, is that it takes a while to load. However, unlike modern weapons, it is far more easy to supply. Thats why I've been pulling a Daniel Boone and running across the rooftops, putting a bullet into any Fedoran bastard that looks like they know what they're doing. These fuckers want to fight? I'll give them a fight. A fight like my great-great-grandfather gave the Confederates. Suck on this you slavery loving bastards!

>>28705791
I feel sorry for these bastards, I really do. My green guys are better trained and now we've rallied men to us to hold here arbites are covering the flank and scorpion teams are set up on the roofs along with cross bowmen to pelt their ranks with some wooden stakes.

meanwhile I've got a dozen boyz and my own rangers here holding the ground. You ever wondered why they took a break in battles this is why. I feel like I've been running a fucking marathon all day now and I'm still pushing at it. I've got men ranked behind me when the front gets tired and I'll fucking die before they get deeper into this city.

Medical corps is running people back via tunnels we're stationed right on top of an entrance and there' a fucking triage a hundred feet away. We can't lose this position damn it. Where's some goddamn fire support when you need it!

>>28706059
You ever wanted to physically vomit? Just lose it all over yourself like a drunk but you can't?

I did. I saw some fucking punk drag up what we call a yowler and probably for the first time in my life I felt sorry for the fucking thing. Just a goddamn nub legged mess of animal. I ordered my best sharp shooter to put a round in the poor fucking thing's head. I want that bastard that was fucking it though. I'm gonna cut the sick fuckers balls off and ram them down his goddamned throat.

We've been holding but it's rough I'm back in the precinct tower rallying men to me when possible and forming partitions with shield walls to help ease the fighting. The fucking robots aren't moving yet and I'm getting ancy to see what all is gonna happen. We can't fly the ultralight either even though this would be perfect. But, wartime necessity is what it is and we've modified a scorpion into a giant slingshot. small urns we had of the bug powder are being run up here and launched through the air, doubt it'll do much but we'll see.

>>28706047
We spent nearly a half hour unloading the more injured slaves onto the riverbanks and setting them up with the medic and 2 of my hunters. The rest we helped unchain and arm with the few wooden clubs the ship had stashed for them when they go on raids. The strongest of the slaves claimed the weapons of the Fedorans. They appeared to have prepared for this happening for a while now. If anything this hints at a resistance within the Fedoran forces. We may be able to let the slaves overthrow other ships. Because we are at the absolute rear of the enemy fleet no one really noticed us unloading injured slaves instead of unloading slave forces. We may still be able to sail up and I can use my bow to kill the helmsman or captain of any vessel we pull alongside.

On a more depressing note the second I started taking over command two girls ran out of the shadows on the ship and wrapped themselves around my leg and waist. One can’t be over 16 and she is extremely small. The other is somewhere around her 20’s. Both are wearing nothing but the dirt on their skin and collars that have long leashes connecting them to the dead fatasses bed. I tried giving the youngest girl my ferby skin overcoat to cover up in, but she was so malnourished and small that both of them curled up in the coat together. I left them alone for a few minutes and when I returned they both had passed out from exhaustion.

My flames of my hatred for these Fedorans was rekindled after seeing the condition of these girls. These girls would have never even considered this fatass on Earth. From looking at his bed he was pure lazy and disgusting. But here on this planet he had somehow accumulated power through others actions. He used that to ruin these girls. Forget an arrow, that’s too quick, I’m going to gut the other ship captains.

>>28706120
>it is far more easy to supply
Mining and refining sulphur, setting up nitre beds, ensuring a sufficient supply of piss, refining the saltpetre, making charcoal, grinding everything, mixing, drying, more grinding.

And all of this without accidentally blowing yourself to high fucking heaven while you're at it.

Then there's the lead...

The boss dropped us off in our row boats from the side of the ship. We kicked all the slaves off and told em to swim to the shore, but the Marines didn’t have to swim. We rowed into the middle of the slaves, using our oars to beat them or push them under the water and hold them. I had to remind myself and the rest of the Marines that we had a job to do. After forming the slaves up and making them take point we began our stroll through the jungle.

The moralfags thought they had surprised us with their tricks in the water. Sure we blew up a few of our boats. But the boats we blew up were all ‘Deuchey’ Fedoran’s anyways. Half of em only subscribed to the one true Atheism because they heard everyone else was doing it. Dumbasses couldn’t even defend an argument with these Christian Confederates. Not that we would be stopping to debate theology. We would instead be showing them a 5 point Darwin Survival of the Fittest powerpoint.

Point 1. If you’re going to use a sword in a gunfight, you’re going to die. Stupid Kog military, I brought a 12 gauge with buckshot.
Point 2. If you’re gona wear armor, make sure it does more than just slow buckshot down. You might want it to actually deflect it. If it doesn’t slow the buckshot it damn sure won’t stop the slug round I’m loading.
Point Number 3. Thermal explosives placed on the side of their city walls make for nice explosions in pretty colors.
Point 4. Don’t come running to the scene of an explosion. If someone has explosives in this world it is safe to assume they’re well-armed.
Point 5. Damn near everyone brought a shotgun, or their dads shotgun down south. You can’t defeat us by throwing bodies at us and wearing down our ammo supplies. I’ve got a satchel full of just buckshot! Every city I raid, every person I kill, I get rewarded with more ammunition. Of course I’m gona spearhead the assault into the hole I just made in your walls!

>>28706708
Now Boss gave me a challenge. He wanted me to see how many people I could maim with one shot and then wait for their response team before killing them all. Now I normally enjoy blasting each person one at a time as I move for maximum carnage, but taking out their medics sounds like a lot of fun. You never could shoot a bandit then wait for the doctor and mug him. Or at least my dm never let me and video games with their stupid rating system won’t let you do something so awesome and cruel.

So I waited at a blind corner for a group of soldiers to come running. Unfortunately for them I had blown the hole in the wall well away from the major part of the battle. The people who were responding were probably civilians, or maybe they were fresh from Earth! They looked too clean to be fighters. I was really lucky! Anyways, my shot took 4 of them down and a 5th was struggling to run away. I drew my knife and sliced the ankles on all of them so they couldn’t run away. Then I let the marines direct the slaves into another part of the city while 4 marines stayed with me for the fun.

We didn’t have to wait long for their medical teams to arrive. The screams of the dying along with the shots from our guns had alerted them. They didn’t see us and started working on helping their injured. Well, they were starting to help when I pulped the head of the one in the middle with a slug round. The other ones freaked the fuck out before we maimed them as well. I really wish I could stay and get the next wave, but we need to move one. We have an objective we have to accomplish. Boss is gona love my story though.

The Blade Dancer

So all of this shit is going down. Enemy forces charging in all directions, gunfire, arrows, harpoons, explosions, enough to drive a man deaf if he survives. We have Rangers, Cadians, all the allied confed forces wading through battle, living and dieing and then there's this asshole. I'm sitting under cover with my skirmish team, we're badly outnumbered and with several injured, while a group of armed fedorans and their slaves are sweeping through one of the emptied market areas looking to finish us off when this bitch dressed in the most blindingly colorful dress comes out doing some fucking ballerina act off one of the Entertainment guild stages. Soon as the Fedorans turn to her, she prances right through their gunfire and starts swinging two scimitars through their lines, moving like she's at a fucking school dance-off, somehow avoiding anything thrown at her. She gets a quarter of their force down before the shock of the situation wears off. I get inspired and signal my team to attack the enemy. We managed to route them but when I go looking for the crazy bitch, there's no sign of her. No one saw where she went or if they eventually got her. She's just up and gone. Fucking crazy man.

>>28706858
By the time I caught back up with the rest of the marines they had found a few fresh slaves and some wife material that they were testing out. The slaves were all busy pillaging the houses. Boss lets the slaves keep a fraction of what they loot and if they get enough he lets them buy their freedom. Keeps them all nice and loyal and makes them willing to do our jobs for us.

So anyways , by the time the five of us get back with the group some of the other marines are wearing out a few of the local girls. I normally wouldn’t have a problem with their actions, but we had orders, bloody and amazing orders that I wanted to see happen. We didn’t have time for the delay that slaves or whores would bring. I set the barrel of my shotgun against one of the girls heads while a marine was using her and I pulled the trigger. The Marine was so startled he stood there with blood and brain on him. The involuntary muscle spasms of the now headless body finished him off and he collapsed on the ground in shock. Serves him right, they all know our mission.

The remainder of the marines quickly put their members away and gathered up the slaves. The women they had collected were all executed. We had spent too much time in this section of town. The Kog defense forces were responding to their first attack. We now have to deal with a counterattack.

Then I heard a battle so me my men and Brock ran out. He pulled something lit the top and a red smoke came out he exsplained that it was the pirate signal not the retreat signal and his men would attack the pirates. We ran to a small shack I had heard rumors of, I was rewarded with cherry bombs there were the rules of how not to blow yourself up were hung on the wall. These were perfect to use as ammo for a skill I had learned at salamandstrong, time to see how these pirates likes to get cherry bombs slinged at their face.

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Pats last gaurs had moved the boats if the salamandstrong warriors down the river they looked up and saw a red cloud drift. They told the guard what that ment and they ran twirls the battle ground led by two of the commanders of salamandstrong guard, one with a stone throwing ax in each hand, and a hatchet on his hip, the other carrying a claymore like builder sword. The guards carrying axes, swords, and slings. When they reached the battle field they hit the pirates from behind.

>>28706429
As I looked out across the battlefield my heart sank for all the lives being snuffed out. The fleets were losing ships to rocket fire and the various other defenses Kog had put in place. Several ships were partially sunk and laying halfway in the water as the front or back half of the ship lay on the bottom of the riverbed. Other ships had capsized and the crew was scrambling for the shores. Many of the slaves were taking this chance to flee as they headed down river or into the woods.

The Fedoran marine forces as well as the slaves still under their command were pushing the city. All along the river banks were skirmishes between the two forces. Waves of slaves being directed by Fedora clad marines crashing against walls of sword wielding rangers holding the line while other rangers pelted the Fedoran’s with arrows and crossbow bolts.

Cannons exploded on the Fedoran ships only to have a new one in place and firing on the city within minutes. Cannonballs exploded in the city in either a cloud of smoke or flame. I am sure the smoke is some kind of poison gas. Fires rage across the city from the thermite rounds the Fedoran’s are using.

In the air are several hot air balloons dropping firebombs on the ships. Most of their dropped bombs miss and land in the river, but the ones that do hit start a nice fire across the ship. The firebombs that hit the Nightmare ships will start a fire, but as soon as the fire consumes the accelerant that was dropped it snuffs out without any damage to the Nightmare wood ship. I wish I had the radio Hathcock has so I could report that the nightmares don’t burn. Although I’m sure he’s already seen it and reported it.

I think I just heard the loud screeching sound of the Gigant powering up to stand. I hope it’s just old memories flashing back. I never wanted to be reminded about my nightmares fleeing /b/.

>>28684605
>>28684605

It's fine if I make a map of this right?
I'd include some custom made symbols so you can update it if need be, and of course the .pdf.

>>28704756
War Journal 4

I had blown half my ammo and drenched by blade in Fedoran blood before the pilot of Red Comet finally got the go ahead over his radio. We had been holding that position for too damn long. There were missed opportunities. We had done our job defending the position. Finally, we heard the gigant power up and that's the last thing the pilot ever did. A stray cannon round smacked right into the shed he was parked in. Some of the thermite blew right into the cockpit. We managed to pull the pilot out but he was a mess of burns and blood. I had him sent off to the hospital. The mech didn't look to be damaged overall but it had no pilot. I took stock of the people under my command and found myself to be the tallest, so I decided it was time to learn how to pilot one of these things. I ordered my men into formation behind me, we were going to advance into one of the larger groups and waste them. I was going to use the remains of the shed as a shield. Well, that was the plan anyways. Soon as I powered the damn thing up, I felt an almost.. warm, welcoming embrace. It felt familiar. And that's the last thing I remembered. The next thing I know, my second in command is pulling me out of the thing. The mote stone ran dry. I'm drenched in blood, Red Comet is drenched in blood. And for some reason, we're parked on the deck of a Fedoran ship, or the remains of one anyways. They're all dead. My second assures me that I didn't kill any of my own people but he seems shaken by whatever he did see me do. He won't tell me. Whatever it was, I didn't come out of it unscathed. I'm being treated for two gunshot wounds, a broken forearm and a twisted ankle. I feel so tired, so drained. And yet, even like this, I feel drawn to it. Part of me wants to get back in, it's there waiting for me with it's warm embrace.

>>28707083
So, there's a bunch of guys armed with shotguns raping and looting their way through part of the city. Stupid bastards don't know how to look up. I got the leader first, put a round through his gut so I could watch him squirm as he bled to death. Then it was back to jumping across rooftops. Fun fact: grenades have existed as long as blackpowder has. In fact, it was one of it's first uses! Chucked a couple at theose bastards with the shotguns while whistling the Grenadier March, then it was back to jumping across rooftops like I was in Mirrors Edge.

>>28706443
Would you rather make smokeless powder and cartradges?

I watched in horror as the Matt Ward plowed into the river shore, knowing that only one idiot would think it a tactically wise move to ram a ship into a riverbank owned by the enemy. And alos secure in the knowledge that said idiot was dead.

You don’t fuck with the Captain, or his ship, like that and live.

Of course, I would move to cover the now beached ship, but I find myself dancing this way and that trying to avoid the bomb, cannon, and gun. The Malcontent is a small ship, built for speed and capable of turning on a dime, but if the Captain doesn’t get his shit rolling, I’m going to lose her. I already lost my second portside gun to one of those bombs.
To be honest the level of resistance here was a bit more then I think anyone really anticipated, and I find myself glad for it. Hopefully this means that they will be able to launch a retaliatory strike at Fedoran Territory once this assault is done here. Wait…getting a signal from the Ward now…

Oh shit its happening, Thomas, get the Sword and Yowler Flying in the Breeze!

GUNNERS!!! TARGET THE NEAREST TROOPSHIP! YES THAT ONE. FIRE AT WILL!!!

We heard the first sounds of battle before we ever saw it, shouted commands, screams of pain, gunshots and metal upon metal echoed out over the city. It wasn't difficult to see how nervous the Outriders were or how anxious their mounts were, even Franky was getting a twitchy. They gripped their bows and their lances tightly, knuckles turning white, they all wanted to be out there stopping those bastards, but they knew they had another job. Still the wait seemed endless like they had been forgotten about.

Then a runner rushed up next to me, his radio squaking with noise. Raiding parties had broken through and were wreaking havoc in the city itself. The defensive forces wouldn't be able to muster many against them, to many dedicated from keeping the others out of the city as well. But thats where they came in, with the directions of the Beholder look out in the sky they be able to pick out raiding parties and allow us to approach unseen and ambush them from adjacent streets with a sudden charge. So my Outrider charged out into the city to swwep its streets of Fedoran raiders and push them back to their ships.

>>28709376
We had been clearing raiding groups out left and right now, twelve here, eight there, a group of about twenty even holed themselves in and around some market stalls as cover but were turned into pincushions by our arrows and the last ones dispatched via kriegsmesser. We had quickly realized one big unit was a waste of Outriders and I split us up into several smaller units with the most reliable leading them.

Now though, there were thirty of us, twenty archers and ten lancers, preparing to make another charge, this time against a group larger than the others, led by some bigwig looking fellow with a tilted fedora. They were already being harrased by some guys on the rooftops with blackpowder rifles, giving a great account of himself from what I was seeing. Well he was about to get a little help, the street we had found was long enough that it would give them just enough time to notice us, but I doubt theyd be able to form ranks or present a unified front as well. A wedge of lancers five men wide and six man deep, would hit them like a thunderclap and then withdraw under the cover of our mounted archers. Then we would whirl around them like a twister, diving in to strike or peppering them with arrows.

I turned to my men, making sure everyone was steeled and ready, taking in how different they looked from the glittering parade not to long ago to the blood stained and roughed up image they now presented, I took special note of the few that had allready been injured in someway or the hollow or sick look in some of ther eyes. I nodded to them and turned on the enemy again, patting Frankys neck, she'd allready taken a glancing blow across the muzzle and was almost frothing with anger. With a breath I steeled myself and whispered our newly aquired motto, taken from an old world cavalry unit, "Death or Gloy."
Then we charged.

Clutching a wounded leg and lying braced against the ships deck he looks up to see slaves railing agains the ships masters commands and turning their spears on them. He smiles and starts up a song, hefting himself up with his spear, turning it on the closest man in armor.

*Slaves of Fedoran, Slaves of Fedoran,
Slaves of every ship and city,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the Golden future time.
Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrantfag shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of Fedoran
Shall be trod by free men alone.
Chains shall vanish from our shoulders,
And the harness from our back,
Manacle and cage shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.
Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, fruit and wine,
Freedom, faith and our own future,
Shall be ours upon that day.
Bright will shine the fields of Fedoran,
Purer shall its waters be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free.
For that day we all must labour,
Though we die before it break;
Men and women, child and old,
All must toil for freedom's sake.
Slaves of Fedoran, Slaves of Fedoran
Slaves of every ship and city,
Hearken well, and spread my tidings
Of the Golden future time."

Sweet jeezus this is madness! I'm being run ragged keeping an eye on all of the battlefield, radioing in troop movements and battle statuses and trying to help direct our troops to where they need to be. Beholder 2 is directing our Outriders from the Keep and the Argus's ont he river, although those seem to mostly be a blocking force, to stop them from moving further inland, peppering several smaller ships with their Scorpions and crossbows.

Some of the stuff is really crazy though, I saw a couple of the Fedoran troop ships make it all the way to the docks, thent Da Boyz working the bellows started and gouts of flame were spat out over the ships and in to the charging ranks, the Company Boyz using the confusion it generated to fire freely into them with their repeaters.

Then I noticed down on the ground, the large raiding force that penetrated the first defensive line and next to them were the bright orange colours of the charging with couched lances and howling scale wolves a couple of the front line of wolves flinched from the gunfire, and one even dropped but another rider hopped over them and took his place int he charge, still they continued on and th-shit! "central! this is beholder 1. enemy units on the big ship have gone nuts and several others as well, they're killing each other! I repeat. They're killing each other! over!

He beached MY ship. The bastard BEACHED MY FUCKING SHIP!!!

I probably should remain calm, keep a level-head…but that’s never really been my style.

Jimmy, get me my Tricorne. Thank you, now go and get that Coaster down and replace it with the Cat’s-paw. If I’m gonna do this, it’ll be under my colors. Oh and Signal Delton, tell him it’s an excellent day for a turkey shoot.

And everything was going so well.

“KATS!!! CATACHAN!!! WIPE THE DECK! I WANT THE SCUPPERS TO RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF LOYALISTS!!! Leave the Fat One, HE’S MINE!!!
Swivels, Cannon, Target anything flying Fedoran Colors, if we’re going down, at least we can take a few “Friends” With us!!!”:
I finally cornered the bastard after killing his guards, crying, bleating and screaming all sorts of sob stories and threats. Funny thing was, I didn’t feel any real anger when I shoved my blade into his gullet, nor any when I had him hoisted up by his neck, letting his lifeblood rain onto the bloody deck below. Nope…not a feel to be had actually…kinda weird.

Guess I’ll have to work on that…maybe be getting on one of the Swivels and shooting at some Marines? Ya, sounds like fun.

What? Oh right, free the Oar slaves tell them to stay or go, they’re free men, and they either live as one or die as one. NOW GET ME A SWIVEL!!! I HAVE YEARS OF PENT UP AGGRESSION TO SORT OUT!!!

Well were had been working in our area setting up the place for big boss mog has requested. We had the prostitutes all organized, drug/medicine routes, and even some quarters that we claimed. Only problem is were having problems with the electricity also those fucking Fedorans broke stumbled on our hiding place for our workers. Goddamn native guards proved surprisingly worthless. Then attempted to loot the women also didn't here anything until Head Pimp showed up with his shotgun cane blowing motherfucker after motherfucker away. So we headed out cracked open our crates full of weapons and ammo. Got to work and to think I thought these people at this city could hold them off HAH.

Oh those fucking jackasses even broke into the Mercy Hospice and Bones Hospital. Their not technically up yet as there is still work to be done. I tried to stop them but they got in hopefully they won-*BOOM*. Well looks like they pissed them off. Hey you know the old saying about what a wise man fears a gentle man's wrath? Yeah those guys are screwed, as they are some of the nicest most gentle people ever. Until you get them mad. I swear they can outdo a Khornate and Vermin Verker combined.

Not sure how Big Boss Mog knows them so well its mighty strange. Well I saw them pour out of their stations and started hopping up on the buildings to hunt from the rooftops. Meanwhile a few joined up with us. So we continued on set up some protection as required before going out hunting. Mostly to establish some good will and to see if the rumors are true about how deadly these guys are. For being so helpful and healing capable I always wondered. After all the better you know how to heal someone the better you know how to kill them.

>>28709647
rereading that, thats probablly my worst one, eh, blame it on being come up in the heat of battle

We came out and noticed the fighting sadly we can't afford to give our position away plus enough our new arms shipment they are too far away to hit them with it. That was until we noticed the escaping slaves and the attack forces going through the land. With the defenders being largely focused on the city itself or the waterway they were able to operate largely unhindered. Too bad during all this time we have been stuck here and learning from the local cultists who can even beat the rangers(how else could they survive) we got REALLY good. Had to or else of course we don't get over confident know better then that and do our best to avoid them. So we decided to let loose especially considering what we heard about this guys I doubt even the Judge will complain. Of course we also made sure to help out the slaves mostly by alerting nearby cultists of their presence and to help them out where we could(stealthily of course).

I just hope our city boys are doing okay. We had a group of people go in and investigate the local cults. Heard some interesting things like how problems with the underworld were beginning to pop up until the Big Boss Mog forces showed up and cleaned them up/out. I really don't understand those guys they got all the prostitutes organized and dealt with the abusive pimps. They dealt with the drugs, smuggling, and other underworld problems that were beginning to show up. Those cults are buried pretty deep though we while we made some progress we got a whole lot more to go. We are not used to dealing with this sorta thing shit I heard even a Faceless and some special requested forces of theirs began to look into things as well. Weird shit-ooh that moron is carrying a bunch of old school grenades. this is gunna be when I set them all of on him eat NADE and lets watch the fireworks. OOh wait that is going to be pretty big...best start melting away.

>>28709647
He saw that his masters was whipping him to his death. Then he heard the song of the bard bent down grabbed a rock and brained the slave master. In the next few seconds two things happened, the slave was shot dead, and the other slaves killed the gunman. Then began the slave uprising if they attack their masters at least they went going believing that they were getting revenge for their friends and family's these bastards already killed.

>>28709647
He'd joined with the Fedoran military back when they were still claiming Catan as their own. What choice did he have? Join or die was their creed. So he had joined, he had saved his wife as well, a girl he had met and had been courting when the first fighting started. She'd have been enslaved if he hadn't joined but by taking her as his wife he had saved her the indignity, even if he'd never touched her and she never thanked him he didn't regret it.But now, after three years of violence and the horrible crimes they had commited he felt hollow and rotten inside.

Then he heard the song coming across the water and he had paused in his shouting, feeling a strange sensation. He looked at the slaves, bloody and miserable from the whipping. What was he doing with his life? He used to be a kindergarten teacher for christs sake. He put his hand to his cheeks and pulled them back wet. Fuck.

He pulled his blade from its sheeth and turned on the other free men running the ship and the neckbearded tub of lard shouting orders. With the song in his ears and the blade in his hand he threw myself at them, he would free these slaves and try and earn himself a small shred of forgiveness.
'Sorry Sarah, i sorry I wasn't the man you wanted me to be, the man I should of been.'

As he watched onward, he saw the Matt Ward open up on the ships to either side, ripping the fragile transports apart under heavy gun, and then turn its swivels on the Fedoran Marines, shredding them like so much tissue paper. Delton could only grin at the wanton carnage. Not at the death around him, God no, the suffering here was unbelievable. His heart was heavy with the lives he had just helped condemn. No, it was something else…a voice across the water.

It called to the freed oarsmen, crewmates, and commander alike. It called to those who still had some scrap of humanity left in there wicked frames, and to those who bodies were rife with wear and tear. It called to him, and reminded him why he fought.

And as the cannon of a smaller landing ship raked the Malcontent scattering both men and gun, whipping blood, gore, and wood all every chich way, he kept grinning. Right to the moment that one ill fated shot creased his brow. Then…darkness.

The central leadership is dead. Most of the other large ships were burning or in full revolt. This wasn't like the ordered battles back home where the slaves were on a separate line with men with guns behind them. These were ships, and there was no escaping it. We'd never had a battle this close, not even KityCity.

Oh, maybe we'd have had a chance if we were truly united. But the truth is we are outnumbered, outgunned, and have poor morale.

I'm a loyalist out of pragmatism. The endless raids of the /y/kings, the flood of refugees from /new/, the hostile dangers of this world - all of them meant that any government was better than no government. But the Confederacy are better in every way that counts. They're going to win this battle - and in the long run, they'll probably destroy the Empire as well.

That's good, but it's too late for me to turn back now. I've committed too many crimes to support the regime to find redemption in this life or any other. Sure, I could rebel - but they'd just hang me for my crimes later. I've got too much blood on my hands.

I'm in one of the largest support ships, and if I break others will follow. Those that aren't rebelling, anyway. This battle is quickly tipping towards lost. We knew it might happen. In a way, I hoped it would. I deserve to die. We all do. Like a coward, I can't stop myself from ordering the sound to retreat. I don't stand on deck for a sniper to take me out.

We let loose with most of our remaining stock of Black Vine gas bombs, disrupting enemies that might want to pursue. Now all I can do is run. Maybe some of us will make it back to the Empire with reports of our loss.

Or maybe I'll fail and find the death I've been looking for for two long years. Fate alone will tell.

>>28707042
Dont mess with cypress grove I guess.

>>28708011
we would give you the first born son if you did.

I got word of the assault force moving through the streets massacring civilians. I about lost it then, shouting orders I had an arbites precinct house nearby the area ordered to get full armor and shield wall formed and to wake the nameless one. God help us all.

They were to halt their retreat, I already had word Scouts and outriders were moving to engage. We'd smash against them and grind them to a pulp one a time. Riot suppression wasn't gonna work well but I knew we had a small stock of nightmare wood shields that would be useful for my boys on the ground.
They've been using some sort of gas as well. Shits terrible on the eyes, though the rain is putting most of it out of the air before it gets too bad.

It was during my shouting spree that I heard the word. Apparently there was dissent in their ranks and boats were flying new colors and firing on each other. This was the gap we needed and breathing room as well to regroup. I've recalled the arbites that aren't immediately engaged to the walls we need to secure inside the city right now.

We were working our way through the city streets when one of the Marines beside me had his head blown off. I ended up with a face full of brain and skull matter. The damned White Knights had snipers on their roof tops using blackpowder rounds. I leveled my shotgun with one hand at the prick and pelted the area he was in with buckshot. Bastard ducked in time to avoid the rounds, but he move on without further attempts at doing the tango with me or the men.

I collected the duffelbag from the dead marine and we continued on towards our goal. This wasn’t the first city to fight back, nor would it be the last. I ordered the men to keep a watch on the rooftops, as if they needed a reminder on urban warfare, and we continued to the objective. We only made it a few more blocks closer when we entered an open plaza and found ourselves staring down something truly new and interesting. The White Knights were riding what we called Direponies. I would have almost expected them to color the Direpony white. Goddamned My Little Pony faggots naming them and it sticking across the entire Fedoran Empire. I’d much rather call them Dire-Feather-Fuckers.

So, the Moralfags charged our flanks. The Marines snapped to attention and formed ranks, but the slaves were too busy looking for loot and quickly got chewed up by their first rank of lancers charging. A hail of arrows soared over the first rank of Direponies and turned some of my marines and the rest of the slaves into pincushions. Most of the marines that hadn’t taken an arrow were left dumbfounded. Here these Moralfags were, riding demons that we never even thought of taming. Sure, I’d stuck my dick in one once. Boss had a big party after we took KityCity and we passed around a few of the Dragons and some of the Direponies to be enjoyed by the Angry Marines and special members of the crew. But, seeing one of them charge our ranks with a human riding atop it; that is something I wasn’t expecting.

Through rain, sleet, snow and apparently war, us mail men are to deliver the mail. Sure, it doesn't snow here but war and rain, well, we have plenty of that. So I have a full bag of mail I'm supposed to deliver because my supervisor's an asshole. He says the enemy won't target some civilian wandering around with a bag of letters. Yeah bullshit, that's what they're mostly targeting. All I have is a crummy six shooter for defense. And I've had to use it several times already. First, a package to the Aris residence. It's a quiet part of town, most of the fighting hasn't gotten here yet. But there he is. Some lone dipshit in a Fedora chasing around cats with a hammer like he's fucking insane. I was hoping he'd just ignore me but Nope! He turned around and spots me; he gets this creepy autistic smile on his face. That was one bullet. Next, a handful of letters to the Butterrooter Kog Embassy. There's three Fedorans with rifles camped in front of the mail box, peeking around a corner watching some boobytrap they set up with an injured civi. Nope! Three more bullets down. Now I have a shotgun. Next one was off to the Devereux house. There's a bunch of slaves and a few armed Fedoran looting the place. They'd just steal the letter if I left it. Nope! Out of shotgun ammo. Now I have a high powered rifle, a katana and hell, one of them had a pack of old world cigarettes. Shit, things are starting to look up! Let's see, next package is due at the waterfront. Fuck.

>>28713925
It took only a brief glimpse of the hammer coming down on the anvil as another rank of Direponies moved in to crush my remaining Marines. I hope they all die slow deaths and take as many of those moralfags with them in their deaththrows. The slaves were worthless. My men were underarmed for dealing with snipers and cavalry. Damn the High Fedoran command for sending me into this meat grinder with such a juicy target. I won’t be able to complete the objective. Damn the Moralfags for ruining my killstreak. Damn them for their mounted ponies. I bet they sleep with their ponies all cuddled up with their dick buried in the soft warm folds of the Direponies ass! Burn in hell White Knights.

I hated myself for doing this so far from the objectives, but I ordered my men to clear one of the nearby houses. One of the marines kicked the door in while the others cleared the room at gunpoint. The single neckbeard inhabitant was quaking in fear and pissing himself in the middle of the room under a table. My marines pulled him out and he showed signs of once being rather obese, but life with the Moralfags had slimmed him down and gave him the first signs of muscle. His face was still pudgy though and I laughed at the thought of throat fucking him. We didn’t have time for pleasure so I drew my knife out and slit the man’s throat mid-stride while walking toward the table. His body fell to the floor and he tried gurgling out a cry for help as he choked on his own blood.

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>>28714114

I set the dufflebag on the table and opened it up to expose the IED I was ordered to use on the central tower. Instead of having the glory of blowing up the center of their city, I was forced to blow up a few blocks and some houses near a plaza. Assholes. I set the timer and raided the dead man’s closet. My marines and I quickly changed clothing and snuck out his back window. I set off towards the outer wall. My marines falling in behind and we acted like a bunch of moralfags running to the walls to defend them. I needed to inform the High Fedorans in Monstergirlopolis about the failure of Cheetos’ assault. The bastard hadn’t prepared us for this. He rushed it. And now all but 5 of my men are dead.

>>28713925
>>28713925
I almost pitied the bastards as we rode them down, I knew they weren't the well trained soldiers of /tg/ or event he fanatic warriors of /b/. These looked to be mostly slaves, forced to fight by their masters. But I can't care about that now, we didn't have the time or the luxury of sparing them and freeing them later. So we I fought to scatter them, to break their will to fight and send them running. The men had been ordered not to pursue the slaves and focus on fighting their way to the more orderly looking line of soldiers in the back.

This was made easier by their lack of discipline and organisation, the wedge of lancers cut through the slaves line like butter. But then we hit the line of soldiers and several opened up with shotguns, that threw riders off their mounts and tore open the flanks and chests of charging scale wolces.

It wasn't enough to stop us though, we pushed through their counter fire, the hail of arrows over our head not stopping for a second and we began our spinnign dervish around their position, running circles around them to try and dive in and cut open a side of their rank. I led that charge twice before my lance snapped off in the ribcage of one those bastards. It wasn't looking good, though the slave ranks had been cut apart and sent running the hardened core wasn't falling and every shot they got off with their shotguns had a good chance of ending a rider or his mount.

Thats when I saw the orange golden banners, thirty more outriders were forming ranks down the street, readying a second charge, if we could keep them pinned in place and constantly shifting their attention we could give the second charge a chance to hit them with their full might. I urged the lancers to strike again and turned and charged with them.

Thats when a blow like a sledgehammer tore me from my saddle.

>>28714114
I hit the ground in a cloud of dust and felt more than saw the charge of Scale Wolves tear over me, clawed feet barely missing my prone form. Once they were passed me I scrambled on to my feet.

Once the dust was clear from my eyes I saw Franky continuing on with the charge, a gargling marine dragged along by his bleeding throat in her jaws.

I heard a sound behind me and spun to face to see a charging marine, to face one of the enemy soldiers charging me, with a katana of all things. My hand shot up, bringing the messer it was gripping with it to swat the blade aside. These assholes were still using katanas? I thought all the replicas would have been scrap by now. He swing again but this time I shot forward, striking the blade off to the side and gripping his sword arm under my free one. After that it was just a matter of gutting him and moving on.

Around me the fight continued, the second charge had hit the enemy and was pursuing the remnant forces down the street. I was about to smile and take a breather when I noticed one of their own toss a body out of one of the houses. Looks like I wasn't quite done.

>>28714130
I rushed towards the building, hoping beyond anything that there wasn't anyone else inside that house, Id already seen enough of these bastards to know what they did to prisoners.

I rushed in to spot people climbing out the window, I didn't see much of them but I got a good look at one of their faces, as he rushed into the city, dressed as civilians. I jumped through the window, fully intent on pursuing the bastard and rushed after him.

Then the world got really bright and I felt pain all along my back.

I'm lying here bleeding. One of those bastard Fedorans brought freaking swords with him. A Katana and a wakazashi.

I had my two handed sword, but the training I got wasn't enough. This guy actually knew what he was doing with his blades and whipped me like a child. Those swords whipped out like lightning and ripped up my legs. Somehow he was never where I swung my claymore. It was over in just a few seconds, and I have no idea what actually happened.

He didn't even bother finishing me off. He just moved on and started killing other rangers. We're all running out of ammo by this point and no one even comes close to being as good as he is with those things. He took one guys head off in a single solid swing, knocked a guys spear away and stabbed him through the neck with the wakazashi. He's had to have had real training with those things. I still don't understand how any man can actually be that fast, let alone some dumbass looking weeaboo wearing a goddamn fedora.

He finished off the last of my squad and finally started to take notice of me again. He started walking toward me and I knew - just knew - that I was going to die.

That was when I saw her. She looked like some kind of stage performer. Almost no one has clothes that bright anymore. She moved like a dancer with twin scimitars dripping blood.

The two saw each other and seemed to recognize one another. I sighed in relief, forgotten while they tried to stare each other down.

In an instant they were moving faster than I could see. He whipped out his blades like lasers, fast and hard, but she moved like she was dancing - whirling around like a living tornado of steel.

They went back and forth, blades scoring little hits on each other, skirting death at every turn. Human beings shouldn't be able to move like they did.

Then they broke off, and she smiled. Just a grim little smile, and it ended. She dodged a strike and her blade came up between his legs. Good god. What a way to die.

>>28714326
When I finally woke up my entire body was in pain and I could see blood running down my body. Heh, my nice leather jacket was probablly in ruins as well, thats a shame I liked that jacket heh.

When I finally took in what had happened though I stopped laughing, around me the ruins of several buildings lay, smoke and fire engulfing their remains and what was the worst was the absolute silence from them, no sounds of screaming or moans of pain, or even a simple cry for help, just the sounds of burning woods and the battle in the distance.

I couldnt look at it for long, Id done this, or at least, failed to stop it from happening, just like with the elves and the children back at the Keep, id let this happen. I just started running then, or stumbling at least, away from the ruins and the fire. This had the unfortunate side effect of bringing me straight in to a clash between a small group of Kog defenders protecting a tavern and a larger number of fedorans trying to force their way inside.

If I had full control of myself at that point I might of searched for some support or a radio to call some in, or maybe caused a distraction or something else, anything but what I did next.

But in my unstable state of mind right then, seeing red and drenched in my own blood I did the only thing I still knew how, I howled a challenge and threw myself into them, blade swinging and flist flying as I tried to kill as many of the bastards as I could, at least that way, when I finally died, id take as many of them with me as I could.

It was early morning when we hit the beaches near Catan, as usual, our ships hit the shore almost silently and our troops unloaded with practiced precision and as quietly as possible. After that squads made up of some of our quickest fighters were sent forward to eliminate sentries and patrols while the rest of the force moved in at a more sedate pace. The key here would be to conserve our strength and only spring into action once we were noticed and the fighting really started. The longer we kept quiet the longer we would be able to fight and have the strenght to drag back slaves and supplies to the boat and push off.

I would of preferred to hit Monstergirlopolis, because of its greater hordes or Kity City because of its still weakened defenses, as well but neither were as vulnerable a target as Catan. It was not located behind the Iron fortresses that stretched the dreaded chain across the mighty river and they did not have the damned /d/m personally presiding over its defenses. The city of Catan is mighty, its walls an indomitable challenge for our forces but with the doors open and its sentries slaign quietly by our advance squads the bulk of our raiding forces entered the city. The rest of our ships would be striking along the coast of Catan and attacking the farms and homes around the city proper while we did our work here.

I ordered half our force to remain at the gates and secure it to ensure a safe retreat. However not all plans go perfectly and one of the guards managed to raise an alarm before he was finally cut down. Well I guess this is just where it gets interesting then, still we would have some time before the city guard orgnaised themselves enough to mount a counter attack. Even then Im not to worried, my troops were at the peak of their moral and we werent fighting to conquer them, only to hold our position long enough to make this all worth while.
So where do I begin, mamma wants herself a new pretty boy for her harem.

>>28714731
Shitfuckcuntlicking

okay, well this isn't good! Get the slaves roused and make ready! We're in for a hell of a treat boys the ladies want to tap our asses guess we'll have to return the favor!

Fedorans are trully my most favourite of prey, half of the slaves we take are pre-broken and the other half have this fire in them, this burning hate for anything they dislike and disagree with. It makes them fight like tigers and the challenge is rousing. But what is trully satisfying is to break that burning will, and watch their eyes as they see themselves so completely dominated by a woman and then as they realize what they are in for when they are dragged back as slaves. Like this one for instance, barely seventeen I'd guess, at the most and fighting me with such furvor and slowly falling in to despair. His two swords have long since broken, my claymore snapping them like branches and his face is bruised and bloodied from my fists and the pommel of my sword. Suddenly I lash out and grab him by the collar as he tries to lunge at me and a powerful knee blow to his gut leaves him gasping. He is beaten and he is mine, I pull his face to mine and take a few seconds to enjoy his sweet mouth before I throw him to two of my trusted housegerls and they drag him towards the other slaves, he will make a wonderful toy for when I return, Carlos will love him.

But enough perving about the fun still to come, there is still plenty of fun to be had here. I heft my blade and cleave a charging fedoran in twain, another comes at me from the side and I sweep his legs out from under him and impale him while he is on the ground. More still come and my warriors cut apart their men, this wont last forever, eventually they will muster their better troops when they realize how big the raiding force is. But that doesn't matter, as soon as the fighting gets to tough we shall fall back to the gate.