>>37667129
We were now four weeks in to the building of our glorious colony, the past week had been largely uneventful, Sir Pickeringworth allowing us all to take a rest from the non-stop construction work. Several meetings were held over this time with the engineers, who were complaining about not having workshops, with the magitekniks, who were complaining about not having sufficient housing, and with the soldiers, who were perfectly content, tough bastards, gotta love'em.
Thanks to the hard labour of the peasants, we were now blessed with a constant supply of food, our fields would not need to be expanded for a while yet, until at least our population grew a little more.
Also over the week rumours began to surface of strange calls at night, and of movement seen near the treeline of the ridges of the valley. It quickly became apparent to myself and Sir Pickeringworth that our population was superstitious and idiotic in this regard! How wrong we would be proven! Regardless however, we determined that eventually something would have to be done about it, to clear the fears of the populace if nothing else.

Current Season: Spring (3/13)
Population: 72 Gnomish Soldiers (57M 15F), 244 Gnomish Peasants/Farmers (152M 92F), 53 Engineers (25M 28F), 50 Magitekniks (42F 8M), 100 Craftsmen (58M 42F), 1 Royalty (1M), 1 Recorder (1M)
Leader: Sir Pickeringworth III
Structures: The Boat (80%), Housing (20%), Workshops (0%), Town Hall (0%), Farming (100%)
Diplomacy: Gnomish Magitekrocy (Homeland)
Morale: Average
Weapons: 102 Flintlock Rifles, 102 Rapiers
Food: Continuous supply of food (Self-Sufficient), large supply of clean water (4 turns)
Stockpile: Empty
Surroundings: Iron Vein nearby, Forest far off, Field far off, Forest on Ridge

>>37667153
>Scout (Direction) (Location)
>Gather Food
>Purify Water
>Gather Building Material (Stone, Wood)
>Convert 20% of Boat into (Housing) (Workshops) (Town Hall)
>Research Technology (Practical)
>Research Technology (Magic)
>Engage in Diplomacy (Gnomish Magitekrocy)
>Begin Expedition into the wilderness (Military Quest)
>Other (Specify)

Come to think of it I'll do a 10-15 minute wait/roll call thing till we've got 3 or 4 peeps in here, then I'll declare it open.

Rolled 42, 91 = 133 (2d100)

>>37667177
>Scout: The ridges and the woodlands around them.

>Convert 20% of Boat into (Workshops)

>>37667271
Oops. Should I delete this then?

>>37667299
I'll leave it up to you, if you like those rolls you can keep'em for when the game starts, otherwise feel free to delete it

Rolled 18, 3 = 21 (2d100)

>>37667177
Workshops, and scout the ridges

First time here, just came from Lizard Civ. Looking forward to something good here. Scout North, into the valley

Rolled 88 (1d100)

I would finish the houses. We don't want half finished houses with no boat.

>>37667534
I never understood if those 20% were finished houses, just 20% of our ship's total material worth, or really 20% of a project like the farms.

>>37667589
Confusing I suppose. The ship's entire interior will be gone once it reachs 0%, and any progress on Housing, Workshops, or the Town Hall after that will have to be made using raw materials.
The % for the housing, workshops, and town hall represents how much is built in terms of supporting the whole population.
100% housing would be enough for 100% of the current population, etc.
So take it as 20% of a project, and with each population update the % will lower again.

Anyway, we're starting now, I'll give a few minutes for any more votes.

>>37667510
Thanks for coming out! You'll have to be patient with my writing, I'm fairly sure I'm slower than Slow CM himself!
Don't forget to roll! And currently we have 2 actions per turn.

>>37667699
Then I'll change >>37667376 workshops to housing. Not that the roll helps much.

Rolled 42, 95 = 137 (2d100)

>>37667789
Ill back this, hope my rolls helps

>>37667271
>>37667376
>>37667816
>Scout Ridges

>>37667534
>>37667789
>>37667816
>Housing

Already pre-wrote the ridge scouting, just gonna write the housing bit then I'll post

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At the dawn of the fifth week, Sir Pickeringworth wasted no time in getting progress to be made once more. In order to begin to quell the fears of the populace, he sent a scouting party up to the ridges that surrounded the valley, they were under strict orders not to enter the forest (that was for the military expedition), and instead were to simply look along the treeless edges of the valley. Publicly they reported that nothing was found, all the land was as undisturbed as the day it was made, however I happened to be present when they made their report to Sir Pickeringworth.
Sir Pickeringworth sat at his desk in his private quarters above the command deck of the ship, looking stoically out into the New World while I frantically scribbled figures into my notebook. Both he and I were startled at an urgent knock at the door, Pickeringworth immediately said "Come in." and in burst the head scout, out of breath and white faced.
With a smart salute, he began.
"Sir, upon arrival at the ridges we searched for any sign of habitation, or of observation, and Sir, you won't like this."
Out of his side-pouch he procured a cast of... a print. Some kind of hoof, but unlike any myself and the Admiral had ever seen. Sir Pickeringworth leaned over and stared for a few seconds, before calmly leaning back and saying.
"You are not to breath of word of this to anyone, promotions for everyone that took place in this scouting mission if you ensure that this isn't spread around, understood? You found nothing up there."
He said it with such dreadful simplicity that it didn't even dawn on me for several moments what he was suggesting. He was ordering the hiding of a potential threat from the populace! This was a betrayal of public trust! I was about to jump up and voice my opposition when I noticed his eyes on me. His piercing, fire filled look was all I needed to be cowed into submission. Meekly I recorded the session in my journal, and continued on.
(Hoof Print Found)

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>>37667955
After that frightening episode in his quarters, things went on as normal, the Admiral ordered further desconstruction of the ship into housing for the populace. I began to grow worried that we may not have enough materials for the workshops that would be necessary to get our mining movement started. The populace was happy however, more housing meant more land to live on.
(Ship -20% Housing +20%)

The people were growing restless as more and more sightings of strange bipedal beings occurred on the ridges, morale was low and the push for a military expedition to find whatever was up there was mounting.
(Morale: Low)

Current Season: Spring (5/13)
Population: 72 Gnomish Soldiers (57M 15F), 244 Gnomish Peasants/Farmers (152M 92F), 53 Engineers (25M 28F), 50 Magitekniks (42F 8M), 100 Craftsmen (58M 42F), 1 Royalty (1M), 1 Recorder (1M)
Leader: Sir Pickeringworth III
Structures: The Boat (60%), Housing (40%), Workshops (0%), Town Hall (0%), Farming (100%)
Diplomacy: Gnomish Magitekrocy (Homeland)
Morale: Average
Weapons: 102 Flintlock Rifles, 102 Rapiers
Food: Continuous supply of food (Self-Sufficient), large supply of clean water (4 turns)
Stockpile: Empty
Surroundings: Iron Vein nearby, Forest far off, Field far off, Forest on Ridge
>Scout (Direction) (Location)
>Gather Food
>Purify Water
>Gather Building Material (Stone, Wood)
>Convert 20% of Boat into (Housing) (Workshops) (Town Hall)
>Build Automatons for (Farming:Mining:Foresting) (LOCKED! NO WORKSHOP!)
>Research Technology (Practical)
>Research Technology (Magic)
>Engage in Diplomacy (Gnomish Magitekrocy)
>Begin Expedition into the wilderness (Military Quest)
>Other (Specify)

Rolled 21, 82 = 103 (2d100)

>>37667973
>Convert 20% of Boat into (Workshops)
>Begin Expedition into the wilderness (Military Quest)

Rolled 15, 80 = 95 (2d100)

>>37667955
>They're probably cows or somethi-
>Nonsense, they're a clear threat! CLOSE THE FUCKING PORT!

Alright, let's go with workshops then.. need to work that iron mine.

Send an expedition.

>>37668050
>>37668068
Sir Pickeringworth announced that he would be leading an expedition into the wilds, to uncover whatever strange beast was causing all this panic among the populace. I was to be left in charge in his place, and the moment he left I set the engineers to bring down their workshops into the village below. It wasn't much, but it was a start, we could begin production of automatons now.
(Ship -20% Workshops +20%)
Current Season: Spring (6/13)
Population: 72 Gnomish Soldiers (57M 15F), 244 Gnomish Peasants/Farmers (152M 92F), 53 Engineers (25M 28F), 50 Magitekniks (42F 8M), 100 Craftsmen (58M 42F), 1 Royalty (1M), 1 Recorder (1M)
Leader: Sir Pickeringworth III
Structures: The Boat (40%), Housing (40%), Workshops (20%), Town Hall (0%), Farming (100%)
Diplomacy: Gnomish Magitekrocy (Homeland)
Morale: Low
Weapons: 102 Flintlock Rifles, 102 Rapiers
Food: Continuous supply of food (Self-Sufficient), large supply of clean water (4 turns)
Stockpile: Empty
Surroundings: Iron Vein nearby, Forest far off, Field far off, Forest on Ridge

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>>37668287
(That's a cool picture, pretty much what I had in mind)

The Admiral chose meself, nineteen of me mates, and three of the Magitekniks to go along with'im into the wilderness. We 'ad with us two muskets to a man, and a rapier each, with three spares. We 'ad enough food to get us through four days out there on our own. Two days in, two days back, eh? The Admiral was 'is usual cheery self when we set out, we 'ad been briefed on the hoofprints that 'ad been found on the ridge, none o' us really knew what was coming.
For the first day we trudged through the forest on the Eastern Ridge, stoppin' every now and again to make sure we was on the trail of those prints. I wish we 'adn't found what was at the end'o'them.
Day 1/4
Expedition: 1 Royalty (1M), 20 Gnomish Soldiers (14M 6F), 3 Magitekniks (3F)
Weapons: 40 Muskets, 27 Rapiers
>Follow the tracks as a party
>Send scouts ahead to check the tracks
>Split into two groups and attempt to follow the tracks on either side

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>37668392
>Send scouts ahead to check the tracks

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>>37668392
Yeah though it's pretty hard to find gnome artwork. Keep finding the garden variety.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>37668392
>Follow the tracks as a party

Gonna need some kind of agreement

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>37668392
Press onward as a group

>>37668622
I'll change >>37668469
to >>37668501

>>37668392
dice+1d100

Send scouts

>>37668501
>>37668703
>>37668717
>Follow as a party
Writing now

>>37668763
Groups are fine but if Lizards taught me anything, Scouts are the shit

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>>37668814
Thought so too but nothing's worth tarrying on.

After a wee bit 'o though, Sir Pickeringworth decided that we ought to press forward as a group to follow these tracks, it'd be slower, yeah, but overall safer for all of us. Starting in the morning we pressed onwards, till eventually we found what looked like a well-beaten path. We followed it for a few hours, and then we started to 'ear the sounds. It was Cog damn scary mix of braying, snorting, stamping feet. Sir Pickeringworth 'imself, came with me and one 'o my mates to go check out the noises. It seems we were finally about to solve the mystery of 'oo the 'ell was watching us.
Sneaking forward ever so carefully, our boots enchanted by one 'o our Magitekniks to make less noise. Slowly, slowly we approached the chaotic din. Finally we reached what looked to be the edge 'o a clearing. We all looked at each other, and crept to the edge of the thicket.

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>>37669023
My Cog, gimme a moment, I've gotta do'em justice. It was the most 'orrifying site I'd ever seen, two massive thing, bigger even than an Orcish Warlord stood upright, wearing primitive metal armour, locking their enormous, blood spattered horns. 'Round'em stood at least a few 'undred more just like'm, massive 'orns protruding from their 'eads, covered in fur with legs the size 'o tree stumps. I couldn't believe me eyes, I ain't seen nothin' like it at the time. The three of us crouched there, our jaws 'angin open as if we just saw the Great Engine stop belchin' out smoke. We watched the competition between the two 'o them for several more minutes, eventually it seems the larger 'o the two got the upper 'and, and it gored the other with it's massive, twisting 'orns.
The moment the one 'o them stuck the other through with 'is 'orns, causing the other's guts to spill out all over the ground, me and Pickeringworth's third companion gave a yelp and covered 'is eyes. All in a moment that big'un cracked the neck of the small'un and turned 'is eyes towards our 'iding spot. 'Is nostrils flaring. The rest of the crowd too turned towards us, and I don't think I ever felt as much fear as I did then.

>Sir Pickeringworth attempts contact with them
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to run
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to attack

Rolled 98 (1d100)

Sir Pinkeringwortk attempts contact with them!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>37669043
Attempt to contact them

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>37669043
>Sir Pickeringworth attempts contact with them

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>37669043
>>Sir Pickeringworth attempts contact with them
Not the best of times, but oh well

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I looked over at Sir Pickeringworth, readying myself for the order to run. But then I saw 'is eyes.
"Oh Cog" I thought.
Calmly, without even an ounce of 'esitation, the man 'imself stepped out of the thicket and confronted the beast that was at least four time bigger then 'im! 'E cheerfully looked up at the big bastard and said,
"Tally-Ho! You're a big one aren't you!"
I couldn't believe my ears! With a growl, the big'un narrowed his eyes suspiciously and leaned over, scraping his 'oof in the ground.

>Sir Pickeringworth stands his ground
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to run
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to attack

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>37669233
Stand TALL!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>37669233
Stand ground

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>37669233
>>Sir Pickeringworth stands his ground

>>37669233
>>Sir Pickeringworth stands his ground

your stubby little legs won't do shit against a giant charging bull-person.

>>37669233
Well this might not end well maybe we shoul-

>>37669258
>>37669259
>>37669272
>>37669277
Sir Pickeringworth has BALLS OF STEEL GRANDER THEN DUKE NUKEM THIS DAY

like seriously what the hell is going on here

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>>37669338
He's.. he's on to something here..trust him..

>>37669338
he is the boss for a reason.

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Sir Pickeringworth continued standing there, beaming, without a care in the world! 'E even motioned for us to come out. Not one to disobey, we both did, confusing the beast even more. With a flare of it's eyes it lowered it's 'ead and began to charge. My Cog, Pickeringworth just stood there! Playing chicken with a beast that large!
"Stand tall men!" 'E exclaimed 'appily. We're Gnomes you fuck. Well, we were sure that if 'e could just keep this facade(?) of confidence up a little longer we'd have awed these beasts enough to survive.

>Sir Pickeringworth continues to play chicken (75 or higher to succeed, first roll)
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to run
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to attack

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>37669388
Stand ground!

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>37669388
>Sir Pickeringworth gives the order to attack

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>37669403
Not like that, Like this!

>>37669388
OH come on! my hundred did nothing?! Fly you fools

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>37669367
I heard his uncle arranged for his position through some shady deals and favor collection.

>>37669388
>75 or highe
Fuck no

>order to attack

>>37669415
By the way this is to Stand Tall
>>37669429
Sack up!

>>37669403
>>37669415
>>37669448
it was first roll only We failed anons.

>>37669403
>>37669414
>>37669415
If everyone comes to a consensus (no matter what the consensus is on) I will use y'all's highest roll for that consensus action.

>>37669418
Nah it did, all the results so far have been because 80+, your 100 lowered it to 75

>>37669388
>first roll

well shit.

>>37669388
>STAND THY GROUND

>>37669415
Tally ho good sir you probably just kept the good blue blood from getting his blood all over that dapper suit of his!

Seriously lets not tempt fate this hard again too much you seriously almost got the boss killed guys. Bravo for pulling it off this time though!

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>37669388

BALLS OF STEEL

>>37669482
I wont flinch, so long as he uses my roll we will be fine
>>37669469
Please use my 77

Alright you motherfuckers, I'll use the 77. This is the only freebie you'll get though, think of it as burning your sole fatepoint.

>>37669628
Yay!

>>37669628
Well to be fair it wouldn't be the first thread that has died recently... literally

>>37669650
Who else died?

>>37669628
I think he only wanted the 77 to count since its closer to the DC thus making it more hilariously close to disaster since you already said you'd take highest roll of the bunch for the consensus/majority vote. In this case it looks like stand your ground won out. Balls of fucking steel the lot of you.

He just wanted the bull to stop right before running the boss over or something silly like that

>>37669650
Nothing a good forest fire couldn't fix.

>>37669661

you know exactly who, you dick.

>>37669661
YOU KNOW WHO!!!!! Haha...

>>37669693
poor giants

The beast-thing kept it's 'orns lowered, and 'e sure as 'ell didn't look to be stopping for anyone. Sir Pickeringworth continued just... standing there, with a big 'ol grin on his face, it was almost like 'e was 'aving fun! It all 'appened in a few seconds, but it sure as 'ell felt like an eternity at the time. The beast was just a few meters away from goring the two 'o us flanking Sir Pickeringworth and crushing the man 'imself, when it bunched up it's legs and launched itself o'er us, the momentum carrying it into a tree, which it knocked down.
Sir Pickeringworth chuckled mightily indeed! What a blasted idiot. The beast thing looked us over and roared into the air, stomping over to us with extreme authority. Me and my buddy were petrified, but Sir Pickeringworth simply walked over and pronounced,
"How do you do?"
We weren't outta the woods yet (quite literally), the beast still didn't speak our tongue, and seemed more animal than civilized.

>Sir Pickeringworth waits for it's response (1d100 50 or over)
>Sir Pickeringworth begins admonishing it for trying to threaten emissaries of the Gnomish Magitekrocy (1d100 75 or over)
>Sir Pickeringworth apologizes for enroaching on it's territory (1d100 25 or over)

Come to a consensus then I'll roll a dice to choose which roll of yours I use

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>37669770
APOLOGIZE RIGHT MEOW

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>37669770
>Sir Pickeringworth begins admonishing it for trying to threaten emissaries of the Gnomish Magitekrocy (1d100 75 or over)

>>37669770

wait for its response. now ain't the time to turn around and be a pussy about this.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>37669770
Apologize

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>37669770
Apologize.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>37669770
>Sir Pickeringworth waits for it's response

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>37669813

dropped my dice

We're so dead

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>37669787
>>37669822
>>37669823
Going with apologize, rolling 1d3 for which roll I use (you better pray it's not the first one ;) )

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>>37669861
Just jump on its head and go full ratatouille on it

>>37669770
I say wait for a response. not even gonna bother rolling on it since we got two rolls that pass it already.

Impromptu language lesson ho!

>>37669892
>>37669904
Oorr whatever. man you go fast phantom. most dudes wait a few minutes but what the hey it works right?

>>37669922
My bad, not used to having so many people in the thread, I'll wait a bit longer next time.

>>37669950
Its the first time I've seen gnomes actually picked so I was interested. Plus this pickeringworth fellow is just damn ball'n. he's the perfect Rupert.

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>>37669892
This better end with castrated Minos working the fields and serving as personal walkers for gnomes

>>37670000

the quads say it is.

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Sir Pickeringworth cleared his throat, and clearly enunciated to the beast.
"Well my good chap, it appears that we've enroached on land which doesn't happen to belong to us! And during what looks like an important ceremony on top of it! Our deepest apologies my friend."
The beast stared for a few more second before it's eyes widened. With a grunt and a few unintelligible snorts, of all things, it kneeled to us! As did the rest of the onlookers! At that point me and my friend were in such a state of shock, we began laughing! A cold look from Sir Pickeringworth shut us both up however, and it occured to us that this must be very trying on his nerves.

(No dice here, just choose the 'correct' action. Think of everything you can regarding the real life colonization of the new world)

>Sir Pickeringworth bows back
>Sir Pickeringworth stands haughtily and continues speaking

>>37670000
destiny

>>37670028
History was my worst class dammit.

What I do think is the minotaurs are somewhat honor loving. Would it be a good idea to return the bow? Standing tall like that could be an insult.

We need a historyfag in here!

>>37670028
>Sir Pickeringworth bows back

>Tribes practice not only signals and songs but battle stances and moves. When two tribes encounter each other, if one Chief should insist that the other “bow down,” there might be confrontation. In the past this confrontation could turn violent,

I guess

>>37670028

I guess bow back, if unzipping your pants isn't an option

>>37670028
Bow back

Quick save and reload if necessary :^)

If anyone else is gonna vote do so now

>>37670175
You wish ;)

>>37670223
I'll just toss mine on bow. It seems like the only sensible option here. if boss keeps talking at him it could be taken as a challenge or insult.

Wish I knew history better...

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>>37670123
>>37670148
>>37670155
Sir Pickeringworth executes a formal bow and stays low. The beast's eyes widen in confusion and it bows even lower, it's horns scraping the ground.

>Sir Pickeringworth attempts to match it (1d100 for agility)
>Sir Pickeringworth stands up, not feeling the need to match it

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>37670244
>Sir Pickeringworth attempts to match it (1d100 for agility)
YOLO

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>37670244
>Sir Pickeringworth stands up, not feeling the need to match it

I'm totally gonna roll anyway tho

>>37670244
Ugh,
>Sir Pickeringworth stands up, not feeling the need to match it

>>37670244
>Sir Pickeringworth stands up, not feeling the need to match it

Pretty sure the other one gets us stomped.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>37670266
>>37670268
>>37670284
Weak shit outa here.
>>37670259
Real talk

>>37670244
This has got to be the most awkward meeting of races I've witnessed. Though they aren't stupid I think.

I wonder how long until their chieftain realizes Sir Pickeringworth is imitating him in an attempt to communicate. He's running on pure piss and vinegar at this point flying by the seat of his pants with this plan.

>>37670307
Why does my trip keep dropping. Halp

>>37670244
Stand up. Let the beast win the bowing match.

Phantom congrats you've completely put your players off guard with this. I think we're confused as the first settlers were meeting native americans the first time.

Talk about culture shock.

>>37670366
Worst case scenario cough on them and run. Worked in real life.

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Sir Pickeringworth stood up then! The madman! These beasts are obviously a threat to us, why would 'e! Well, that was what I thought at the time, little did I know he had obviously made a connection.
The beast snorted in apparent satisfaction and stood up a few moments after Sir Pickeringworth, it reached out it's hand and motioned for the three of us to climb on. Sir Pickeringworth turned to the two of us.
"You, go back and bring the party along, tell them of what transpired and have them follow the hoofprints of these beasts. You, come with me."
I climbed onto the hand with him, as we were being lifted up, Pickeringworth turned and excitedly whispered to me,
"It seems to me they think we are Gods!"

Because

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIE_xNTclOE

>>37670385
I'd rather settle this diplomatically if we can. If we manage to not get into a war with them its one less thing to worry about. Plus they'd make great allies in a scuffle. nothing says meatshield like a giant slab of beef that runs over anything its pissed at.

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>>37670486
An hour or so later, which likely would 'ave taken us several by foot (I worried for the rest of our party), myself and the Captain stood in an magnificent temple, examining carvings several times our size. The temple was obviously built to the size of the beast-men, but it was the engravings which truly confused us.
"My dear boy! Looking at the carvings, it seems at some point in the past one of our very own ships came by this land! And in fact seems to have made quite an impression on these beasts!"
I nodded, wide eyed, still staring at the carvings, they were uncanny, really, seen nothing so detailed and beautiful in my life... aye, it's a shame what happened to them....
Regardless though! Sir Pickeringworth soon stood in front of a large congregation of the beasts and gave a rousing speech that they surely didn't understand a word of (though they seemed suitably impressed), buying time for the rest of our party to arrive.
Upon their arrival, I overheard Pickeringworth talking to the Magitekniks about the potential of some sort of translation enchantment, evidentially they couldn't do it themselves, but reckoned that if they were back at the main colony, it would be easy enough. It was explained to us that this appeared to be a tribal society, though the beautiful temple hinted at potentially a much larger community than we could see.

Day 3/4
Expedition: 1 Royalty (1M), 20 Gnomish Soldiers (14M 6F), 3 Magitekniks (3F)
Weapons: 40 Muskets, 27 Rapiers
>Bring back several beast-things with us
>Go back, but leave several soldiers and a Magiteknik there
>Leave entirely, not bringing any with us, and not leaving anyone behind

>>37670366
Means a lot man, I'm glad.

In other news probably only a couple updates left in me tonight, once this arc is over I'll do one or two more 'normal' turns and call it quits.

>>37670509
>>Bring back several beast-things with us
We could give them gifts like food and tools.

>>37670509
Well now this is getting interesting... I'm not sure what to do here even if we got over the big hurdle theres plenty of landmines to step on we don't know about I bet.

I'm not paranoid! I'm practical! THEY CAN LITERALLY STEP ON US MAN COME ON

>>37670509
Go back and leave several soldiers.

Make sure they are soldiers who won't do anything stupid.

Anyone else?

>>37670688
Fuck it lets try and bring them back. Weird its like half the guys playing just dropped off the planet.

Might be hard without any common language though.

>>37670509
>Go back, but leave several soldiers and a Magiteknik there
They level headed ones. They fuck this up it's their hides.

>>37670565
>>37670714
>>37670601
>>37670723
Tie currently, we just need one person to break it.

>>37670743
bring the minotaurs

>>37670743
>Bring back several beast-things with us

I was sitting outside when it happened, it was a rather peaceful day, and soon enough, as usual, it would be shattered by Sir Pickeringworth. The first thing I felt was the ground shaking, but of course I shrugged it off as a minor earthquake. But it only grew stronger from there, and it seemed to be coming from behind me. I turned around and witnessed one of the most bizarre sights of my life. Sir Pickeringworth sat on the head of an enormous beast! He was holding onto it through it's fur, and several of his soldier compatriots hung onto it's horns! It was covered from head to hoof in a thick, heavy coat of fur, and it wore extremely primitive looking metallic armour. My jaw hanging open, Sir Pickeringworth spotted and waved to me, with a limp arm I waved back, he was a madman!

Soon after it was all explained to me, including Sir Pickeringworth's ballsy showdown with the beasts. I couldn't believe it. It was such a tale that would go down in legend I was sure (and it has! Today it is a popular folk tale in the colony!). Quite unsure what to do with these beasts, I spent several hours talking it over with my closest advisors. With beasts like this on our side, who knew what we could do? Then again, we weren't even quite sure they were on our side yet, our Magitekniks assured me that within the next week they would have a headpiece which we could use to translate, but until then we were flying blind.

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>>37670935
Current Season: Spring (7/13)
Population: 72 Gnomish Soldiers (57M 15F), 244 Gnomish Peasants/Farmers (152M 92F), 53 Engineers (25M 28F), 50 Magitekniks (42F 8M), 100 Craftsmen (58M 42F), 1 Royalty (1M), 1 Recorder (1M)
Leader: Sir Pickeringworth III
Structures: The Boat (40%), Housing (40%), Workshops (20%), Town Hall (0%), Farming (100%)
Diplomacy: Gnomish Magitekrocy (Homeland), The Beast Tribe (Unknown)
Morale: Low
Weapons: 102 Flintlock Rifles, 102 Rapiers
Food: Continuous supply of food (Self-Sufficient), large supply of clean water (4 turns)
Stockpile: Empty
Surroundings: Iron Vein nearby, Forest far off, Field far off, Forest on Ridge

It occurred to me we needed a name for this new race of creatures! What was it to be?

>Insert Name

>>37670958
Whatever the Gnomish name for "Bull men" is.

>>37670958
>giving tg a chance to name something

This will end in tears or glory you have chosen a dangerous path CM!

>>37670986
I'm with this. it fits well enough. besides all I can think of is minotaur or taruen. I suck with race names

>>37670986
>>37670996
Minotaur or Tauren is fine if it's agreed upon, but don't go thinking I have some pseudo-Gnomish language dreamt up, their culture is basically generic steampunk english.

Also I tried to make it clear from how I described them but the Gnomes have never seen bulls or cattle, they just don't have them, that's why I called them beast-men instead of bull-men.

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>>37670958
Heffers

>>37671055
Tauren then.

>>37670958
Well How about Hornlings?

>>37671057
That show was really messed up if you think about it. Didn't Rocko work at a phone sex company?

>>37671020
>>37671092
>>37671094
>>37671135
Mmkay, let's get a consensus, otherwise I'll just roll a die

>>37671135
There was a lot of adult vibe in the show yeah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tgt3pn37qo

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>37671020
>>37671057
>>37671092
>>37671094
Rolling

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That is it for this volume, entitled "Savages!", be sure to buy the next wherein we learn more about the "Hornling"'s bloody culture!

Thanks for being here guys, largest showing in a thread I've had so far!
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If you have any questions or advice, ask or tell me now!

>>37671295
Do we have any connection back home? Paying taxes, serving as a vassal, receiving support? Which regime is in control? Absolute monarchy or meritocracy?

>>37671295
Heres one. Why the hell were we not informed of previous forays contacting these creatures and more importantly setting themselves up as godlike figures?!

Either someone likes secrets or theres even tech savvyier gnomes out there!

And how big do people think the boss' balls are now? He just stared down a minotaur and made it blink.

>>37671343
For the moment your only goal is to expand the Empire, no taxes yet. However if something were to happen at home, or if you were to come across a large sum of wealth that the mainland hears about, that's a different story...

You are nominally a colony of the Gnomish Magitekrocy, which is an absolute monarchy. If you want a bit of lore on the ruling party, check out the "Royalty" section of the pastebin in the OP.

>>37671373
The Admiral's assumptions say that at some point in Gnomish history an undocumented vessel made it's way to the New World, they never made it back. Calls into question what happened to them eh?

(The Boss was already widely revered, and now with that story and riding into the colony on the head of a massive beast like that, phew)

Thanks for the thread. Nice writing

>>37671398
Thanks for running. This little quest within a quest was fun.

>>37671398
If this is any indication that lost vessel made landfall and left its mark on their history. We need to look into this post haste! Hopefully they left a good mark on the new world. While not a pressing concern in the face of survival its definitely a long term goal now!

Who knows what feats the created.

>>37671451
Thank you! This is a great way for me to actually stay motivated to write and enhance my skill, I haven't written this much in months.

>>37671466
Not a problem, it was fun for me to write, I couldn't believe it when you motherfuckers just kept staring him down and succeeding, I wasn't super ready for that.

>>37671469
Indeed! I suppose we'll see.

>>37671507
Tunnel vision mate. Once the user base goes down a path it doesn't back off unless you throw a huge hint.

>>37671572
Eh, it's all good, I wanted it to be ambiguous, and now it just added to the legend that is Sir Pickeringworth, I definitely had fun with it.

>>37671572
the biggest danger of playing with /tg/ unless they feel like its seriosuly dangerous they will ride the fucking lighting. and even if it is they might attempt it.

Just like how if you present the mysterybox tg will ALWAYS ALWAYS OPEN IT. even if that thing will kill them horribly no saves.

>>37671592
Slow always succeeds

>>37671658
One word to you man

giants

>>37671706
I did exactly as I meant.
Now what?

Fun reading this one CM. Look forward to the next thread.