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>Come one, come all, 'tis time for the council of elders to lead yet another civilization from it's cradle to it's greatness.
>Now brothers and sisters, let us decide upon the race we shall guide! Let us decide on the location they shall best!
Hi mates, rules are as follows, i roll for you guys, so no need to roll.
First three to agree upon an answer or first two after 30 mins.
If you feel like it, you can give suggestions about races/locations that you have come up with.
Now, let us begin!
>>181535
>Insects
>Subterranean
>>181535
Undead Elves / Haunted Forest
>>181547
i fucking love it
The year is 130 AD. The Romans have pulled back their border due to increasing hostility from the barbaric Franci tribes. Your frontier post has been cut off from the heart of civilization, and it won't be long until the barbarians realize that you only have thirty men. Will you separate yourself from a floundering empire and create your own dynasty to last for ages to come, or fall to a barbaric axe?
You are Spurius Larcius Varro, commander of a small frontier outpost far east of Colonia (Cologne). Your messenger has told you the news....
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>>177792
explore the forest for resourses
>>177800
This and also build a trench around the outpost
who is up for another risk game? i fking love risk
bump
im still here
>>177981
>pink
>south pakistan
>sikh republic
>>177981
>orange
>Mamluks
>Egypt
Far on the edges of the Empire of Man, sits the frontier of the west where the wild things live and thrive as others slowly move through seeking their wealth and ancient ruins of forgotten kingdoms long since fallen.
Giants rule the ancient canyons, Tribes of Orcs and Goblins roam the plains, and other beasts wander the lands between. Though the most terrifying creatures who make their homes in the mountains, forests, and swamps are the Dragons.
Waking from your great rest, after finding this your home you transferred your small hoard and thought yourself in due...
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Black.
B: A Black Drake
>>174923
Red Wyrm
>Inb4 edgy faggot
Only Rule:
Play as a real historic New World civilization.
I think I just made a critical error by posting this without realizing there was another Risk game already going on...
>>173469
What is a Historic New World Civilization? Do you mean a colonial nation? A nation in America?
>>173516
Native Americans, but I think I'll just kill this thread unless there's a mass protest otherwise.
Three days notice, standard issue fifty levels of nondisclosures and vetting interviews something new. You worked for The Organization for a little over two decades and not once were you granted a meeting with The Board. if the dark room where the supposed board members using voice modulators could be called a meeting. they wanted everything to be kept in house and very hush hush and had decided you were the man for the job.
The Organization has long had a shadowy reputation. For the most part being viewed as a PMC or security analysts, but they had their fingers in...
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>>175494
>Resource Management (You kept lists, lists of many things)
>Janna
>F
>>175494
>Name
Andy McShay
>Gender
M
>Previous Position within The Organization
Human Resources (A place for everyone, and you put them there, whether they wanted to or not)
You exit the blacked out chopper on the helipad noting that the Facility is located in a temperate region, just beyond the perimeter fence is an unbroken wall of pine trees. Your assistant, whom you had just met for the first time on the flight in, went over the basics of the Facilities assets and personnel and its primary function.
You have a small security contingent living on site, 12 guards in total running 3 man shifts (Perimeter, Security Room, and Front Desk) supplied by an armor stocked with 9mm handguns and light body armor.
You have a garage with a...
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The sun rises on your third day of life. In the past two days you have grown exponentially and now weigh 700 chitinous pounds. Your spike claws are serrated and the size of scimitars, and you have grown a large third lung to help you hold you breath under water.
You have used vines to craft a necklace out of the asteroid that created you, which has granted you speech and much increased intellect. You gained you first worshiper, who is now busy trying to recruit others to worship you and is sowing rebellion among the other penal workers to try and get them to turn on the kings...
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>>173906
>Try to find a new home to house your size
>>173915
You look into the cave that birthed you, and know for certain that without either digging it out or shrinking somehow, you will never fit inside again. You decide that you might as well go have a look and do some window shopping. Roll me 1d100 for your search, and a 1d100 for random event
Rolled 48, 51 = 99 (2d100)
>>173940
"It's okay Aya." You tell her with a smile. "I'll be back for sure tomorrow." You tell your childhood friend.
"You better!" She snaps at you. "It's... It's a bit scary here..." Even though Aya had a reputation of being mature in school, she was surprisingly childish. "It's scary in the hospital..." Aya shudders at the thought of ghosts lurking around the halls. Unfortunately for Aya she got into an accident. It was a horrible accident. It was a miracle she even survived that car crash.
"Eh?...
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>>171101
>tell the truth.
And
"Its really not that important that we finish together. What matters is that you graduate at all."
>>171101
[]everything will be okay aya
>>171101
Also how old are we? OP?
The rain lightly brushes up against your skin as you stand under the flickering lamp post, tapping your foot impatiently. You grip the brown hat sitting atop your head as your eyes glance down at the gold wrist watch strapped to your wrist. The time on it read out to roughly 7:45 PM, about an hour after you were supposed to meet your uncle's "friend". You click your tongue as you stare at the dull light shining above you, sticking your hand back into your jacket pocket.
Your name is Antonio Romano, a young man around the age of 19. Most of your life you...
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>>182373
>[] Complain about her lateness
Then
>[] ask her name
>>182373
>[X] Complain about her lateness
>[X] ask her name
>>182390
>>182411
"The hell took ya' so long, it's about to start rainin' cats and dogs out here. Rather be out of that shit storm before it hits." as you rest your hand on the frame of the door, bending down to get a better look of her. She looks slightly older than you, if you had do guess around 26-29, but she could very well be in her mid thirties. Having that said, you find her to be quite attractive, her attire certainly helps.
The woman...
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Welcome to Sunday Night Loser Fight Tonight we're in for a treat!
For the first time ever, by popular demand, two Human representatives will be participating in the slaughter!
Isn't that just super!
Last time we decided on the first human, this time we'll be picking the second. Just like last time, we're leaving the selection up to you the viewer!
Here are the categories! Remember, submit your votes via galactic communicator!
>Please...
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>>171246
Who was the last fighter?
>>171246
>HAIRLESS GELDLING
>People fiding out he has no genitalia
>fast guy
>He spends his day delivering messages
>He BELIEVES
>He listens to american primitivism
>Finnigan Van Laren
>>171246
Also
>SOMEWHAT LESS HAIRY LIFE BEARER
>GENITALIA
>FAST
>PRAISE THE LORD
>ALL OF THEM
>Screaming
>Laura
You are Subject 108, a.k.a. Whirlpool. You are a 'futanari' who suffers occasional lapses in memory and judgement from shifting hormonal imbalances. You are equipped with state-of-the-art technologies from a reclusive civilization that has mastered spatial distortion. You have been sent to the feral planet known as Cymbio IV for a simple task: fetching water, but everything has its details.
Recap: >>138145
After dispelling a tense situation, you agreed to be treated like a lost tourist and was escorted to the reception...
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>>151541
>Complete the task and then use the card to buy what are obviously drugs from this "chef"
You arrive at the reception area, intent on buying narcotics from the assumption that the client is actually a drug smuggler. Things look as barren as ever but someone new walks out of the elevator. It's the chef, an actual one. You stick out your arms and hope he'll take it...
...only for him to walk right past you and pick up a different package over there.
Wait, if this...
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Your art is getting better each time!
>>170494
It's a box full of LSD.
