It’s with a sigh that you set the paperwork back on the desk. Paragraphs and pages and reams of paper, all dedicated to making your life as miserable as possible. A few have some pictures, which momentarily brighten your day till you realize that they’re just charts about boring things. You turn away from the desk, rotating around in your chair to look out the window of your snazzy office. A few years working up the ranks let you get here, and it would take hell freezing over for you to give it away. The window itself looks out over the centre of the town, a beautiful little place, with the city close for convenienceOf course, your town needs a name. And your job, however horrible it is, deserves one too.>Town Name, Location?>You are the Mayor of this lovely little town (+Organization, ++Authority, +Knowledge: CHOOSE)>You are the local Civil Engineer Union President (++Organization, ++Knowledge: ENGINEER)>You are the Principal of the local K-12 School. (+Authority, +++Knowledge: PICK TWO)>You’re a Veteran, retired and working an office job (++Knowledge: MILITARY, ++Armed Conflict)>Gun Range Owner. (+Organization, +Armed Conflict, +Hunting, +Knowledge: FIREARMS)>Chain Business Owner: (+++Organization, +Diplomacy)>Survivalist: (++Hunting, +Armed Conflict, +Knowledge: NATURE)Also, pick two of the following bonuses:>Natural Speaker: +Diplomacy. You’re good at talking, and you can catch people’s attention easily enough.>Bossy: +Authority. You’re intimidating. Maybe not physically, but you’ve got a presence...>Learner: +Knowledge (Fast Learning): You can pick up things soon enough. You aren’t limited to any amount of knowledge, even without this bonus, but this helps you along.>Gunslinger: +Armed Conflict. You know how to use a gun. And you’re damn good at it.>Predator: +Hunting. You can cut down animals easily enough.>Friendly: +Organization. You've got a ring of friends, and acquaintances, and a whole bunch of people you know!
>>39838234So, how about the name Roanoke,location unspecified with us being>You are the local Civil Engineer Union President (++Organization, ++Knowledge: ENGINEER)with the benefits>Learner: +Knowledge (Fast Learning): You can pick up things soon enough. You aren’t limited to any amount of knowledge, even without this bonus, but this helps you along.and>Natural Speaker: +Diplomacy. You’re good at talking, and you can catch people’s attention easily enough.
>>39838234>Town Name, Location?Haven>You’re a Veteran, retired and working an office job (++Knowledge: MILITARY, ++Armed Conflict)>Predator: +Hunting. You can cut down animals easily enough.>Learner: +Knowledge (Fast Learning): You can pick up things soon enough. You aren’t limited to any amount of knowledge, even without this bonus, but this helps you along.
>>39838234>Organization: Your friends, acquaintances, and people you know. But also subordinates, people who work for you. This is your network.>Authority: Your ability to command people. Partnered with Organization for best effect>Diplomacy: If you're sacrificing Authority, Diplomacy will let you control the raging masses.>Knowledge: You know something. Bonus to anything related to this.>Armed Conflict: Fighting with weaponry.>Hunting: More than it sounds. Also includes survivalism, and Scouting, and punching bears with your fists.
>>39838309>>39838331I'm an impatient kinda guy. Say we wait 5-10 more minutes before picking one of these?
Kokola, Tropical paradise archipielago.Chain buisness owner, Natural Speaker, Authority.
>>39838309I second this.
>>39838331>>39838309These two have the two votes. Which one is it gonna be? Tropical guy can pick his favourite, I guess (sorry, tropicanon).
>>39838649I'm the guy who made Military guy I wouldn't mind if Haven was in the Tropics it kinda fits.
>>39838331Voting for this.
>>39838666Hey, that works. No one has really chosen location apart from tropicanon, so you're free to choose as you wish.>>39838672And indeed, the sages have spoken! Writing.
>>39838309I second this but change the second bonus for >Friendly: +Organization. You've got a ring of friends, and acquaintances, and a whole bunch of people you know!instead
>>39838649Tropic anon here, and I wants engineer social guy. People power.
>>39838697>>39838703Oh, I'll hold off on writing for a bit. >>39838697You offer an option to improve the Soldier's Social Flag, yet Engineer has the lead on that. However, the Soldier lives up to his namesake.So who's it gonna be?
>>39838722Switch options as you wish, figure out how you want to build.okay captcha, that's seven pizzas so far.
>>39838722I'm not sure what you are saying.I'm >>39838697 and I was suggesting that we do the Roanoke city but with extra organize...
Maybe you should do a bloody Final Destination vote for the five of us, maybe that would sort Something out.
>>39838722Social power build is my choice.
>>39838769yeah, I think that this would be the best option
>>39838760Oh, I see, my apologies.So that's a lead for Engineer then. Gonna start wri->>39838769Engineer should work, since that's the majority apparently. I can't count for shit>>39838782>>39838783GO>1. ENGINEER!>2. SOLDCHA!After we pick class, then bonuses. Go go go.Eight pizzas.
>>398387971-EngineerSocial skills are way too useful to pass out on.
>>398387972I just ate pizza
>>39838835Nine. NINE PIZZA CAPTCHAS IN A ROW. I think it's trying to tell me something.
>>39838819>>39838828>>39838877And the fifth man decides! Writing for glorious social links!ten pizza
>>39838895should we have names, artemis?
>>39838933In a bit.
Im going with a name just because. My goals:-Create a thriving community via technology and diplomacy.-Acquire cute island girl with fucking enormous tits.That is all.
>>39839021>>39838933Oh, that's what you mean. Yeah, sure, if you wish.Eleven.
>>39838234You slowly stand up, looking out over the town of Roanoke. Ah, Roanoke. Set up on it’s own island, connected only by a ferry and a passenger/train bridge to the mainland about ten minutes away. The cities are slightly further along the coast, with just the ferry landing on the other side visible, so you’re just about the only civilized place for a little bit.And quite a civilized place it is. Some may call Roanoke slightly over-engineered, and maybe a slightly strange place for the HQ of the Civil Engineers Association, but the city itself is definitely worthy of the presence. The roads are all clean, either straight or gentle curves, with well-placed roundabouts and only two traffic lights in the entire place. Traffic flows smoothly. The rest of planning is also excellent.So sure, maybe the Union can get out of hand at times, especially with how many there are that live here and work in the nearby cities. But you’ve managed to grow it into a respectable organization, that doesn’t mess with the government needlessly and attempt the usual Union bullshit. In return, they let you have fun with your designs.>Congrats! A 3+Organization is a large group of people who’re definitely capable and good at what they do.And of course, there’s a reason you’re the head of the Union, too. After all, it was you who single-handedly planned out and refurbished and rebuilt the sewer system for Roanoke, after all! Of course, you learnt a little along the way, but that’s never hurt anyone!>Fast Learner, and ENGINEER.(1/2)Twelve
>>39839110Someone knocks on your door, and you turn back to face your desk as the door opens up.“Good morning, President. Some more paperwork from the Mayor here,” your secretary greets you, setting down another stack of papers on your desk. She also picks up your name plaque that had tipped over under the onslaught of paper. “Oh, careful. Here you go,” she hands you your plaque, and you take your time to set it up again, happy to see the “President” before your name.What is your name, anyway? *adjusts Professor Oak glasses* and are you a boy or a girl?Thirteen. Pizzas. Goddamn.
>>39839130MaleName? Iunno John
>>39839130Male Erin something something. I don't know.
>>39839142>>39839164>>39839192John Erin Perry. Yeppers JEPpers.
>>39839244 reminder that there are 5 players and also Artemis.I'll put in my vote for John as well, while i'm here. Also, adopting a name because why the fuck not.
>>39839290Actually, another person joined.Let's say hi to six.>>39839130You finish setting your name plaque into place, and look back to your secretary. “Anything else, Mary?”“No, sir. That should be all. Uh, actually, scratch that. Mayor’s coming around later to talk about ferry platform renovations.”Your head slowly sinks towards your desk. “He’s still pursuing that? Despite us saying multiple times that we can do absolutely nothing about that and it’s not under our control.”Mary shrugs. “Well, I wish you good luck either way,” she glances down at her watch, “and it’s lunch. I’ll be at the Grind if ya need me.”And with that, you watch her leave. Good worker, Mary. While you certainly helped build up the Union, Mary is the one that really helps you keeping everyone working together without biting at throats or tearing jugulars. Engineers can get real nasty.>Grab lunch from the great sub place.>Go down to the office, eat with the grunts>Head over to The Daily Grind, Roanoke’s best coffee shop.>Head to Cool Beans, Roanoke’s worst coffee shop. But also the owner of Roanoke’s best illegal still, courtesy of the Union.Thirteen pizzas.
>>39839337>Head over to The Daily Grind, Roanoke’s best coffee shop.
>>39839337>Go down to the office, eat with the gruntsHopefully the mayor won't look for us here.I just got a pizza captcha it's spreading.
>>39839337Hi Six! it was nice of you to incorporate the suggested name 'Mary' as an npc weirdly enough, I imagined the mayor as a woman...Also, are we going to be interacting with the character classes/archetypes that we passed up? One of the options was to be the mayor, and we didn't pick it but now we will speak with that person. Will we also run into prominent figures fitting the descriptions of the other choices we didn't pick?>>Go down to the office, eat with the gruntsbuilding a rapport with our peers is extremely important
>>39839429Eh, Mary's hardly the only girl in Roanoke.Fourteen pizzas.
>>39839429>>39839414The grunts! Writing.Fifteen. WHEN WILL IT END
>>39839337You decide to head on and see what the minions are doing. That’s your affectionate nickname for them. For you, they use “twat”.It’s a very fulfilling relationship.Heading on down, you enter the office, finding several people already gathered around the table in the centre of the room, chewing away at their own food and listening to Harriete tell a story about what appeared to be some idiot who thought that civil engineers were those who wrote etiquette books.As some raucous laughter rings out, you take a seat, having grabbed one of the complimentary sandwiches from The Yellow Submarine sitting to the side. You had advertised Free Lunch as one of your policies when running for President. Needless to say, you won in a landslide. “Oh, hey Jep,” Harriete greets you, brushing some of her hair out of the way as she takes another bite of her own sub, “how’re things? Aren’t you meant to be meeting with the Big Man today?”You sigh, inspecting your sub for mayonnaise (fuck mayonnaise) before finally taking a bite. “It’s been John for the past seven years, and yes, the Mayor wants to talk. About the fucking ferry, of all things.”The table collectively groans. Michael, another one of the engineers (skewed towards power management) chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Seriously? What, does he think we’re the renovation fairies? You get it, ferries? Anyway, how many times is it now we’ve told them about how we’re completely incapable of touching the landing?”Joan, the oldest of the group, shrugs. “Sixteen times, by last count. I think Mary has a tally list on her computer.”You shake your head, taking another bite of the sub. “Idiot. But still, we need to indulge him, especially after our last project...”(1/2)Sixteen. Dough is my body, tomato sauce is my blood.
>>39839652>A private airport, with a runway on a dock and a hangar close to the shore, filled with some trash from other engineering projects and something that could be a plane, with work.>A reactor, based on the 2023 Fuze open-source blueprints that Michael scavenged.>A “playhouse” for the engineers, with a surprisingly large injection molder, several lathes, and a 3D printing machine>A boat, built by the Union as a summer project, planned to be a clean ferry but quickly turned into a Swashbuckling pirateship with solar panels.I have created over seventeen pizzas.
>>39839703>A reactor, based on the 2023 Fuze open-source blueprints that Michael scavenged.
>>39839703>A “playhouse” for the engineers, with a surprisingly large injection molder, several lathes, and a 3D printing machineAlso, my captcha just made me select Pizza.
>>39839703>A reactor, based on the 2023 Fuze open-source blueprints that Michael scavenged2nd pizza you're a bastard for spreading it to me
>>39839752Unknown to CalzoneNor known to Chicago deep dish
>>39839760>>39839731>>39839752>>39839726A tie between playhouse and fusion reactor! What's it gonna be?For those non-technically inclined, the playhouse will give you some growth opportunities for building in the future. The fusion reactor is what you think it is, for the most part, but the Fuze open-source reactor does require a fuel. Thankfully, just carbon-dioxide as a catalyst, so you're set for quite a while with one of the things.Have withstood an oven to create many pizzas
Friggin ties.Playground. Long term benefit.
>>39839858Shit I didn't see wha the "Play house" did I'll change mine from >>39839760To the playhouse 4 pizzas
>>39839892Yet, these oven mitts never hold anythingTO THE PLAYGROUND!
>>39839652Joan chuckles sensibly. “Oh, yes, the supposed training grounds for new engineers in the area,” she turns to Michael, “tell me, have you figured out that making a barrel on a lathe isn’t a good idea yet?”Michael pouts. “Come on, I wanted to try it. There was a guy who had managed it-”“And he’s no doubt smarter than you, dear, so how about you keep messing with your little plastic soldiers and let me have a go.”Michael looks even more hurt. “Come on, Joan, I told you they’re Space Marines, not plastic soldiers...”Joan continues to not give a fuck. “It’s little green army men on steroids. And more expensive than steroids, too.”The training warehouse that the Union had built on the edge of Roanoke had started off as an effort to actually find a decent place to attempt new designs and have a good workspace for whenever a large project came up. Of course, with the influence of the Union, it quickly became an argument over whether an extra lathe was more important than a basketball hoop. The lathe won, but only because there was only two engineers who actually knew how to play basketball, and people told them to make their own hoop.“Anyway,” you cut in, “that warehouse just needs a few more things and we’ll be ready to show it off to the public, get some more kids interested in engineering and stuff. What are the specifics that we need to do?”Michael thinks. “I think a powerline still needs to go up. I can call the fire department and ask if we can borrow their truck.”Joan nods along with this. “That, and the lathes themselves need to go through their first runs. I’d rather do that before tomorrow, since it’s Billy’s birthday and he’ll want me home.”The door to the building opens.>Help Joan>Help Michael>...You think that’s the Mayor. Go say hi and get it over with.>RUN FOR YOUR LIFESo as I cook, Unlimited Pizza Works
>>39840020>>RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
>>39840020>RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
>>39840020As you hear the door open, you start running back through the building to the back entrance, smashing through it with your fury to escape from your fate.But it’s inevitable. So, so inevitable. The back entrance of the Union building leads out into the parking lot (which also serves for the City Council building and the general shopping district), and that’s where you spot the Mayor hopping out of his car. You realize that Mary must have come back from lunch or something.The Mayor spots you, and starts jovially walking over.>Just give in to the idiocy.>Precede with “We still can’t fix the ferry, but what can I do to you?>Nopenopenopenopenope
>>39840132>Precede with “We still can’t fix the ferry, but what can I do to you?
>>39840132>Precede with “We still can’t fix the ferry, but what can I do to you?Pizza... you gave me the fucking pizza curse
>>39840132As you hear the door open, you start running back through the building to the back entrance, smashing through it with your fury to escape from your fate.But it’s inevitable. So, so inevitable. The back entrance of the Union building leads out into the parking lot (which also serves for the City Council building and the general shopping district), and that’s where you spot the Mayor hopping out of his car. You realize that Mary must have come back from lunch or something.The Mayor spots you, and starts jovially walking over.>Just give in to the idiocy.>Precede with “We still can’t fix the ferry, but what can I do to you?>NopenopenopenopenopeYou hold up your hands as the man approaches. “Uh, sir, before you start-”“Start what, President Perry? I was just here to inquire about my ferry.”It’s no use. Slowly, you start re-explaining why you can’t touch the dock.“What if you could?”“Well, then obviously that’d be different-”“Who do I need to contact to fix it?”“Uh, the county board of infrastruc-”“Wonderful, I’ll go talk to them. Seeya around, Jep!” and you watch as the Mayor once again struts off, victorious. Of course, he won’t contact the board, and will come back around to you in a few weeks again.>Head back inside>Walk for a bit>Write In
>>39840385>Walk for a bitJust to get some fresh air
>>39840385You decide to go for a little bit of a walk. Checking your watch, you figure that the group can probably take care of the warehouse on their own. So, you take your time to appreciate Roanoke’s beauty.You walk down the streets, looking at the buildings that pass by. The Union Office and City Council Office are there, sure, but there are so many others. There’s the shopping district, with Cool Beans and The Daily Grind at either end, there’s that chain restaurant that actually started here in Roanoke, there’s the many toy and clothes stores, all united by a system of your own design.As you keep walking, into the residential district, the mixing of plain standalone houses and larger villas, based off of the multi-family homes that grew traction in Europe not too long ago. And finally, you’re on the edge of it all, the tip of Roanoke, looking towards the shoreline across the sea.What a beautiful land. You hope that, for the most part, it never changes.And there’s a loud bang and a flash of light, and you fall to the ground.(1/2)
>>39840564You wake up. You find yourself on the shore of Roanoke, right where you were standing. Some water is lapping at your feet>Get back to the town. Something happened, people might be hurt!>Look around. Might be a clue to what happened around here.>Write In
>>39840631>Look around. Might be a clue to what happened around here.
>>39840631Look around, shit coulda been the damn Russians dropping an A Bomb!
>>39840631Look around, and check your body for wounds and stuff. See if you're ok.
>>39840564Slowly, you stand up again, quickly checking over your own body for any injuries. Which you don’t find, thank god. Whatever was that, you wonder...And then you look off into the distance, and find yourself staring off at a mountain. You’d think that being a coastline is a rather static state of being, but it’s either mountains form instantaneously, or you’re not exactly in Kansas anymore, Toto...You start thinking. You’re genre-savvy, right? You read books, mostly to laugh at some of the idiocy in them but occasionally to enjoy as well.You continue staring at the mountain. Huh.With that, you start running back to Roanoke, proper. You might want to talk to someone about this...Your feet pound the pavement beneath you as you round another corner, the residential district disappearing behind you as you approach the city centre. Sure, you’re not the best runner, but desperate times call for slightly underweight engineers to work on their legs. That’s how you think the saying goes, at least.And finally, you arrive back at the city centre, to find the Mayor up on the podium set up outside the City Council Office, and several hundred people all looking around curiosly. Not a full turnout, but you have no doubt that some people are still at home, thinking the flash and bang was heat lightning or something>Shout “WE’RE IN ANOTHER WORLD AHHHH” really loudly. Roll 3d10, success hidden.>Go up to the Podium and quietly tell the Mayor what’s happening.>Find your friends, get the Union together, and prepare. Roll 3d10, Minor 4, Major 7.For those unfamiliar, you roll 3d10. You need 2 or more dice to pass the DC. Minor DC is generic victory, usually with a condition. Major DC is a straight up proper victory. You may crit by getting 3 dice above the Major DC, and crit-fail by having zero dice above the Minor DC.Huh. Burritos.
Rolled 5, 7, 5 = 17 (3d10)>>39840987>Find your friends, get the Union together, and prepare. Roll 3d10, Minor 4, Major 7.I am become Pizza clogger of arteries.
Rolled 2, 3, 2 = 7 (3d10)Gather friends
>>39840987Well I'll be the lone dissenter and say quietly tell le mayor
>>39840987One mo' roll
Rolled 1, 10, 2 = 13 (3d10)So, roll?
Rolled 5, 9, 1 = 15 (3d10)>>39841122
>>39841156>>39841175You get three rolls, just wanted that third to see.Doesn't matter, >>39841009 got it.
>>39840987You quickly glance around, trying to find your comrades. Quickly, you spot Joan and Michael standing together up front, watching the Mayor. From what you can tell, they’re both judging his lack of saying anything substantial and actually helpfulYou quickly wade through the crowds towards them, and come up to their sides. “Guys, I think I might know what’s going on.”>Tell them straight out.>Give them a hint>Lie.
>>39841278Tell them straight up. Honest is the best pokicy.
>>39841278>Tell them straight out.A WHOLE NEW WORLDDDD~
>>39841278Writing for honesty
>>39841278“Listen, I had walked down to the beach when...whatever that was happened. I think I know what happened.”They both raise their eyebrows. “Really? What?”“Uh, the coastline changed. And it’s brighter than it usually is at this time. Tell me, what do you see in the sky?”Michael looks up, and his expression quickly goes blank as he realizes what he’s looking at, just as you did on your way back. There’s a sun up there, for sure. Two of them, in fact.Joan, unsurprisingly, continues to be out of fucks. “So what’s that mean? We’re in some fairy tale?”“Maybe,” you answer, “but the best thing we can do is getting the Union together. We need to work together, whatever happens-”“Jeppers!” the sound of your ‘name’ being called out causes you to turn to the voice. The mayor. Your heart sinks through your feet and into the core of the planet, whichever one it was.“Yes?” you reply.“As I was saying, there’s no need to panic, right?” The Mayor looks rather panicked himself. “There’s no need to go out of control, right? Everything is gonna be okay, right?”A few people notice the Mayor’s attitude, and start to get jittery themselves.>The Union’s more important than this farce>Calm the Mayor>Shoot him down. We’re all gonna die, anyway>Write In
Stand with Unionbros.
>>39841537shoot him down. YOLO
>>39841537>The Union’s more important than this farceBro's before ho'sI am become Pizzaria creator of pies and calzones fear me.
>>39841567>>39841677Haha time for Union.
>>39841537”Uh, yeah, sure,” you say, before turning back to Joan and Michael. “Come on guys, let’s grab the others. Get them to the office, if you can, then we’ll move to the warehouse.”They both nod, and you all start moving off to find your comrades. The Mayor seems to be a bit more nervous at your leaving, but manages to understand your intentions before becoming even more NOT PANICKED.Soon enough, you have the majority of the Union ready. A few look ready to head to work on the mainland: the freelancers share their similarities in all wearing pajamas.>Your Organization has assembled!>Numbers: 37/83 Engineers.>Group Skills: Build, Destroy, Invent, Learn“Hey, Jeps, what’s going on?” one of them calls out. You recognize him as one Scott Hatherson, before he’s swallowed by the group asking the same question.>Give them the full story.>Give them some of the storyAnd>We must unite and work together to solve this problem!>We must figure out what crazy shit we can do before the Mayor comes knocking!>We must Write In an idea, because Artemis is slightly tired and has to wake up in 8 and a half hours!
Full story, solve problem.
>>39841869Full story.Send mary to calm down the populace and get mayor to be useful while we >unite and work together to solve this problem!
>>39841869>Give them the full story.>We must unite and work together to solve this problem!Teamwork yo.
Lol, if we solve/fix this so quick I wont be able to complete my personal second objective. Oh well.
You turn to the group of engineers, and prepare one of your speeches.“Listen, guys. Some of you have noticed there are two sons. Not thirty minute ago I saw the coastline change from shore and shitty ferry landing to fucking mountains. We’re somewhere else, wherever that may be.”“But we’re fucking engineers. Not only are half of us genre-savvy enough to figure out what the hell’s going on, but we’re smart enough to do something about it. We’re engineers, and we’re in another world. You know what we’re going to do? We’re gonna build. And we’re gonna create. We’re gonna fuck this new world in the ass and take what’s ours. So, you guys ready?”A few jokingly salute, but for the most part they’re serious, and a general chorus of agreement goes up. They’re ready, for whatever comes.You turn to Mary, who’s visible in the front row. “Mary, would you be able to go help out the Mayor? He’s going to faint if he continues to stay calm any longer, and he’ll need someone like you there.”Mary nods, and walks away from the group, already pulling out a clipboard and pen. You turn back to your group.“So let’s solve this problem we’re in, eh?”---”Jeps, sir!”“What is it, Michael?”“There’s something you should see, sir.”You follow Michael outside, away from the horde of engineers, all working together to figure out how to solve their problem with a large amount of the lathes available in the Playhouse.Soon enough, you find yourself looking across the shore, where you see a boat slowly making its way across. Following it are a few more, slower but much larger ships, of a different make as far as you can tell. The first ship is finer, and seemingly higher quality, but seems rather beaten up. The following ships are rather ramshackle, but very new, as far as your eyes can tell.“What do you think we should do?” Michael asks, his eye on the ships.>We need a welcoming party. Prepare a feast.>We need a ‘welcoming’ party. Grab your guns.>Both?>Write In.
>>39842248Both, gotta have the carrot and the stick.
>>39842248>Both?Just to be safe.
>>39842285>>39842310Ah, the >EVERYTHING choice carries over from Magical Soldier Quest. Writin'.
I mean it looks like some noble is being chased by pirates.
Actually, people, this is where I need to ask you.Would you like this realistic, or fantastical? Realistic means longer writing times, so I can research history, figure out where you are in time, and then figuring out the effects of dropping you down. Fantastical is much, much quicker, and assuming you enjoy it should be just as good.
>>39842372Could be. Though we don't have shore defenses currently, I would think. City defense will be around the top of the list of things needed to be worked on.
>>39842406I guess I must apologize to Alternate History Anon if he's around.And concerning what's about to happen: This is going to be the first actually fun and long lasting civ quest in forever. But you'll still play it from the perspective of Jeppers here.
>>39842406Fantasy. Mostly cause I love coming into a fantasy type place with science at our back.
>>39842487Yaay. Then again, I have fond memories of ogre civ quest. fucking ogres man
>>39842523>>39842492>>39842452>>39842428THEN LET THERE BE ELVESAnd the Science in Fantasy thing is one of my favourite tropes. Gonna give it all I got!
elves and orcs man, elves and orcs
>>39842585Not to mention dwarves
>>39842248”I think we’re going to need a carrot and a stick for what’s about to happen. Say, Michael, do you still know Richard over at the Gun Range?”Michael grinned. “Sure do. He actually got a shipment of ammunition the other day. And I think I’ve got a favour or two with him.”“Good. Grab a few rifles. .22 should be fine. Let’s see what this is about...”---It’s about fifteen minutes later that the first ship finally runs up on the shore. The engineers quickly work on pulling it up and out of the water, safe onto the land. Once it’s beached, you notice that the boat itself, despite looking like a house boat, is easily liftable by a few dozen people. Strangely light, for something so large.Either way, you see a few people up on the deck peering down at you. You wave up. “Hell there! Can we help you!”The figures on top seem to talk with each other for a second, before slowly climbing down. As they reach the ground, you realize that they’re all very short, the tallest only coming up to Joan’s shoulder, who is herself only five feet. They begin to speak, but you can’t understand a word.“Uh...can you speak English? No, who am I kidding...” you resort to using finger gestures to figure out what’s going on. After establishing ‘bad’, the people start gesturing towards the approaching boats with all they have.You turn to the Union. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen. It seems our new guests here are having a problem. How about we see off that problem?”One of the engineers cries out, “We’ll menace them with spikes!” a few of the Dorf Fortress players in the crowd chuckle, before turning back to face the oncoming boats.As they begin loading their weapons, with Richard the Gun Guy and Michael walking around and making sure that most of them know what they’re doing (Richard getting increasingly annoyed as the engineers tell him that the bolts on the rifles need some lubricant), you turn to your obviously dwarf guests.(1/2)
>>39842763They seem to be staring up at you know in a mixture of horror and anger, now getting a closer look at the engineers and yourself.>Figure out ‘good’, and use it on yourself.>Shoot these newcomers in their boats. That’s pretty damn ‘good’, right?>Write In.>Situation Report: Thirty of the 37 engineers you have are currently armed and ready to fire upon the incoming boats. Michael and Richard the Gun Guy are residing officers.>You have four dwarves standing in front of you who seem affronted by your very existence.>You yourself are feeling a bit tired under the two suns.
>>39842781Figure out goo and use on yourself. Wait until the other ships get close, if they show hostility shoot, if not be very cautious and make sure no one is in range to be hacked apart should they decide to rush us once they come down from ship. Then do diplomatics
>>39842874wait what where did the goo come from? god fucking damn it I'm tired what is even going on anymore
>>39842781write in here.Get the dwarves out of the way, prepare a skirmish line on the beach waiting for the other ships to come in. Send one of the unarmed folks to get additional am, O the other 6 need to start digging foxhole for the armed ones. Prepare to defend the beach leave the snobbish dwarves to scratch their heads for a while. Also .22 should be fine lol. Get bigger guns.
>>39842890We all make mistakes, Anon.This next post may well be the last. But it'll be long.>>39842900Jep said it with the intention of killing whatever's on the ships, not the ships themselves. But Richard the Gun Guy did bring along a howitzer, if you want to use that. If you know how to use that. He certainly doesn't.
>>39842931Need 5 men squad, those can be the unarmed ones.Loader, crew of 2, spotter and chief.Chief assessment initial firing, crew gives load to loader checks for blockages. If none, loader loads she'll and steps back. I tial shot is generally off target a after lanyard is pulled as the spotter has to make corrdctions. Spotter gives corrections to target to chief who instructs crew in what position to aim. Rinse and repeat.
>>39842763You glance back at the new boats coming along, and at this point you can actually make out the figures on board...And you recognize them as human. Huh. One of those fantasy genres where humans are wild beasts, then. No wonder the dwarves are looking at you funny.“Michael!” he hops to attention from near the gun line. “Get anybody not holding a gun to start digging in foxholes, further back from the coast! If Richard has some bigger guns, maybe a scoped rifle, get him some shelter to use it. Send a runner back to town as well, to grab any more of the engineers that may be there, and any volunteers.”Michael nods, and turns off to get the jobs done. You yourself turn to the dwarves, and indicate for them to move further inland, where you’ve decided to set your stand. They all look rather nervous, asking each other questions, until one takes charge and starts dragging the others off to where you pointed.You estimate about fifteen minutes till the boats arrive. Peering back out at them, you can’t see any of them looking particularly intimidating in any way, except for one. He stands at the bow of one of the ships, wearing what seems to be leather and fur armor, along with a sword slung across his back. You recognize this more as an attempt to look cool on his part, as the sword looks completely capable of being waist-worn.Slowly closing off your mind from its habit of recognizing tropes, you get to recognizing the danger.>24 humans in all>One ‘boss’. Large human, wielding one sword. Properties unknown. Looks confident.>Two boats, unknown weaponry, or if any at all.You turn back to the forest, where you’ve seen a few of the gunners setting down their rifles to help excavate the foxholes further. One digger has actually unrolled a plan for WWI style trenches, and is guiding the other diggers in their efforts.You also notice Richard the Gun Guy setting up a howitzer further down field, helped a little by Michael and a few drafted gunners.(1/2)
>>39843138Turning back to the boats, they’re about ten minutes away now, though the distance is about 500 metres. You’re no shooter, but you know a .22 isn’t going to be too effective at that range.>Get Richard on whatever higher-caliber scoped rifle he has, pick off the giant.>Get Richard to fire a close shot to the ships with the howitzer>Wait for the enemies to land, and for your own backup to arrive.
>>39843190>Get Richard to fire a close shot to the ships with the howitzer
>>39843225ok sure I can get behind that but I think the shell will not explode on contact with water. unless artemis handwaves it
>>39843190Try for a close shot to the boat with the howitzer.Best case it lands off course or hits one of the boats and makes them reconsider their hostile approach.Worst case it blows up and that might still make them pause a bit for reinforceMents to arrive.
>>39843282Please select your choice. Then you'll roll. It's an intimidation thing, but could go well for you.
>>39843296>>39843282>>39843225Please roll 3d10. Minor is 5, Major is hidden.
>>39843296Well then shoot the howitzer
Rolled 2, 3, 6 = 11 (3d10)>>39843367
Rolled 2, 5, 6 = 13 (3d10)>>39843367
Rolled 3, 1, 8 = 12 (3d10)>>39843367
>>39843388Only success! Writing.
>>39843138The howitzer roars as the round fires, flying up and angling towards the ships. Unfortunately, it doesn’t hit, but the spray of water from the howitzer round gets sent flying up to crash over the bow of the ships. You laugh as you watch the large man get absolutely soaked in water. The look of shock on his face is apparent, even from this distance. It changes to anger, but there’s definitely fear apparent as well.“WHO DARES FIRE AT ROJASH THE GREAT?” the man mountain roars, drawing the sword from his back. You watch as some strange red marks flicker on it, before he points it towards the beach, and shouts again, “THEN LET YOUR MAGIC BE OVERWHELMED!”And you watch as a large fireball rolls towards you.>roll 3d10 for the combat scenario. This will be the last scene for the night, as I need to get up in 6 hours.Tell me, /k/anon, tell me how shit I am with weapons.
Rolled 7, 9, 2 = 18 (3d10)>>39843577
>>39843617What, did everyone else disappear?
>>39843617Either way, this is a success. Writing.
Rolled 10, 7, 3 = 20 (3d10)>>39843577
>>39843688No idea, it is rather late/early but I thought someone else would be active.
>>39843688I'm cooking food so I'm a bit distracted.
>>39843744>cooking foodMy friend, would you be one of the cooking fellows over at Magical Soldier Quest?>>39843726fun>>39843728Fair enough. I should always start earlier.
>>39843577Your fine either weapons don't putcha self down,/k/anon does want to sleep so let see this last update.
>>39843783MGQ beat Gordon Ramsey at a cooking contest, and the protag is considered the master of >>39843577Before you can react on your own, you feel hands grab you from behind and pulling you down into a foxhole, already a few feet deep now, with a few of the Union measuring out the depth and width to regulation (how they agreed on regulation already is part of the magic of Unions you never figured out).Your eyebrows are slightly singed from the fireball, but no more is hurt than that.---And so, it’s not about thirty minutes later that you finish destroying the boats. A few men manage to get to land, where they find you standing, wearing your fine Union suit, holding a handgun at the ready.The mountain man, still alive, grins. “So, it’s you then? You’re stealing my territory, mate. This area is mine.”“Nope. Fuck off. This land, and the land around it, is property of Roanoke.”“You are Roanoke?”You hesitate. “No. I am John Erin Perry. I am the President of the Civil Engineers Association.”“Fine then, JohnErinPerry. Prepare to meet your fate.”Quickly, before any other tropes can occur, you fire two shots into the mountain man’s chest.It wasn’t very exciting, admittedly. But hey, you’re an engineer. You’re not here for glorious battle, you’re here for glorious efficiency.Turning back to the foxholes, you call out, “It’s clear! Grab their stuff and take it to the Playground, we’ve got some more research to do!”As the Engineers move along, the dwarves finally approach you again, being led by the same that had bullied the others earlier into trusting you.The dwarf, very slowly, raises its hand. “I speak English little. Torjak Mariss, name. Torjak interested in technology you use to kill. Torjak seen technology like, but not same. Torjak very, very interested.”You grin. Okay, even efficiency is a little behind a good old fashioned chat with another engineer. So, let’s see how bringing Science to this world will work out.
>>39843830Thanks for being here! Second Quest I've done, still need to continue MGQ so that may be tomorrow if you want to do that.Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQMArchive (Mostly MGQ for now) suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQMPastebin (MGQ stuff for now): pastebin.com/u/ArtemisQMThanks for being here, guys!
>>39843688I was awake for entire night it's 8 am right now and I just man like. man
>>39843854Yeah, will run earlier next time.Thanks for being here! I'll work on this more, so next time you see this you'll have a whole buncha exposition to read first. Just the way you like it.