/nation/ - Nationbuilding Games

>>762
>Nation's Name: Balseraph

>Nation's Fluff: The Balseraphs form a nation of lies and illusions led by a madman and his daughter. All those still clinging to sanity fled long ago,
and now the Balseraphs share Perpentach’s madness, living to amuse him. He goes to war on a whim and fights unpredictably, but is no less a threat for it. Despite the capriciousness of their ruler, the Balseraph cities are marvels to behold, dizzying carnivals filled with endless amusement and captivating horrors.

>Nation's Colour: ALL OF THEM! HEEHEEHEE fine I dunno, yellow or something.

>Cultural Traits*:


>Military*:

>Knowledge*:

>Cities*:

>>762
>Nation's Name: Brandmark

>Nation's Fluff:
Once upon a time the Brandmark was a jungle, full of miraculous species of plants and animals it was ruled by a mighty god king in a castle struck from Black Rock that was said to have been cast down from the heavens itself. Within said castle a tree grew. It was not larger than any other, nor was it's wood especially hard, however it's fruit shined bright in all colors of the day. Red, Green, Blue and Yellow, it was said that whomever tasted the fruit would be granted powers beyond imagination.
One night some of the creatures of the jungle creeped towards the tree. Lizards small and frail, seeking for a warm spot to rest. They tasted the fruits of the forbidden tree and they grew large and fierce. Their breath was fire and large wings spread from their backs. In the same night they burned down the castle and the jungle with it, leaving the Brandmark nothing but an empty wasteland.
Centuries passed and the distant descendents of those who survived the hellfire still settled the land. It was black from the fire, but the people did not mind. It was theirs and theirs alone. Nobody came to take it from them, for it had no worth to anyone who had not felt the ancient power that rested deep within this land. They had no connection to the soil, did not appreciate the rich history every scar in the land was able to tell.
Life in the Brandmark was harsh and full of struggle, but it's people prevailed. They did not hold on for better times, because they knew full well they would not come.


>Nation's Colour: Scorched

>Cultural Traits*:


>Military*:

>Knowledge*:

>Cities*:

Also, the map, with the NPC nations

>>780
The desert is full of beasts of all shapes and sizes, one of them being the Desert Boar, powerful enough impale a man on it's tusk with a good ram. Such creatures are the catch for the day, being brought home by the Levies.
The training of true warriors went underway, but due to a lack of the proper means to train them, means that they are taking longer to train. (1/2)

Gain x3 [Desert Boar Handlers]

>>781
The local humans would, as they were quick to fetch their tools to chase away the 'Horse-fucked Mutants'.
Thankfully, the main camp left before they could do the harm that they wished, studying what the landscape offered as they went. (1/?)

>>782
To set off on such a task is to require one to be prepared, and for this quest to restore the Kings' Tree, the boy became a man, training in not only how to fight, but also the art of farming as well, in order to do the task that he himself set up.
However, the lands are indeed harsh, and with the attempt to mimic the fiction of that land which was fighting against a enslaving nation, the Levies disappeared over a lack of supplies.

Gained Hero [[William Deulond]], but lost x1 [Brandmark Levies]

>>783
Indeed, to ensure the protection of those who left their former lands, a state of security must be offered. Guardmen were trained, armed with short swords and simple wodden shields, serving as the law and the front line for the entire nation.
Following that, the statue soon begins to be constructed, based on a drawing of a naked lady holding a torch and leading the way forwards the Tutus beaches, due to a lack of a harbour. (2/5)

Gained the [Guardman Training] Knowledge and x1 [Guardmen]

>>784
Turns out that running across vast stretches of tundra and yelling 'Raid' when raiding tends to make one expected, and easier to defeat.
But, due to this defeat, the study of the longsword was focused on, in spite of the cries for a actual name for the city.

Gained the [Longswords] Knowledge, but lost x1 [Volshvarian Warrior] (All).

>>785
You mine and mine to mine what is needed to be mine, in spite of how minor the mine mines what is needed to mine.
You also begin to construct the Tetonal Study, starting with the basic, which is the base. (1/5)

Gained a [Minor Mine] in [Itzmara].

Rolled 66, 70, 53, 100 = 289 (4d100)

>>778
>Nation's Name: Balseraph

>Nation's Fluff: The Balseraphs form a nation of lies and illusions led by a madman and his daughter. All those still clinging to sanity fled long ago,
and now the Balseraphs share Perpentach’s madness, living to amuse him. He goes to war on a whim and fights unpredictably, but is no less a threat for it. Despite the capriciousness of their ruler, the Balseraph cities are marvels to behold, dizzying carnivals filled with endless amusement and captivating horrors.

>Nation's Colour: ALL OF THEM! HEEHEEHEE fine I dunno, yellow or something.

>Cultural Traits*:
[Youreallyjustcopiedsomethingfromavidya] (Gains +10 to researching Knowledges related to the FfH Balseraph)

>Military*:
x1 [Insane Levy]

>Knowledge*:
[Trained Madness]

>Cities*:
[UNNAMED] Pop: 5
+[[Perpentach’s Great Tent]]


1.2. We require animals for the big show, what big show? why the big show we're going to put on for the world! Round up some Hellbeasts! Get them Trained!

3.4. Why so gloomy? Why everyone should smile! Let's find a way to make everyone smile! Whether they want to or not!

Rolled 19, 15 = 34 (2d100)

>>787
>Nation's Name: The Skola Collective
>Nation's Fluff: The satyrs are hardly a race given to organization - they live their lives as a revel, enjoying life and their world in an almost carefree manner. But their passions and revels could hardly go on without some semblance of freedom from the other nations. Thus was formed the Skola Collective, or the Skola Vale union, from seven of the great Satyr revels: Uphos revel, Anaen revel, Firehoof revel, Maxis revel, Dedhes revel, and the twin Nuneth revels. They organized a Council of the elders among the satyrs - mostly those whose bones were too weary to dance and too slow to stoke the fires, but also those few who lived long enough to reach a truly venerable age.
>The objectives of the Collective are simple enough: support and defend their nomadic, partying lifestyle against the threat of other nations, but also encourage immigration to the revels among other races. One day they might find a land where they can romp and sing in pleasure and inspiration for all eternity, but until such time the Collective must stand.
>Nation's Colour: Dark Green, or Dark Red
>Location: Center of the 'N', on the coast of the river.
>Cultural Traits:
[The Nomadic Journey] (Instead of cities and borders, you have Nomadic Camps, which can move across the world)
>Military: x1 [Satyr Levy]
>Knowledge: [Musical Instruments]
>Nomadic Camps: [Uphos - Anaen Revels] Pop: 5 +[[Collective Hall]]

1 - Racism! Deplorable, can't stand close-mindedness. Maybe if we host the revel in their town, they'll change their mind. Worst case scenario, there'll be plenty to loot and destroy, as any good revel requires.

2 - Meanwhile, send out some wayfinders to keep scouting the landscape. They're usually the ones to locate the source of the next revel, because they're the first ones to wake up.

Rolled 17, 3 + 10 = 30 (2d20)

>>788
Another journey into the desert revealed… More boars. Damn it, but at the least, with the excess of boars, one could begin to farm them as a source of food, especially since the warriors are now trained for war.

Gained the [Raider Training] Knowledge, x1 [Jorean Raiders] and a [Boar Hunting Camp] in [Jorea].
>>789
…Well, the suggestion to allow the worker to carve their name by the base of the Statue meant that no work was actually done, as all the workers in the city crowded around the statue to have their name last for the rest of history, in their views.

Statue is still at (2/5)
>>790
While unsure, a gathering of Hellbeasts were gathered, which are no more than angry dogs painted black and red, with metal horns attached to their heads. Doesn't mean that they aren't effective, however.
…On the focus to figure out how to have those smile, a discovery was made deep within a cave. Some kind of magic relics laid under a old crater. One of the relics was a device, a cube-like object with a tube at the front, projected not only a image onto the rest of the relics' 'screens', but also any sound made around the former device. The use of this was quickly found out, and with the aid of a swift tongue and a strange plant found elsewhere, those of Balseraph were soon smiling as much as they do, without the wish to /not/ smile!

GAINED CULTURAL TRAIT:
[We Happy Few] (Outside 'dowers' will find it unwise to be inside this land of smiles and Joy, else they face a blood-thirsty mob…)

Gained the [Hellbeast Breeding] and [Projectional Relics] Knowledge, +1 [Hellbeast Handlers], and ['Joy' Farms] and [Projection Studio Tent] in [UNNAMED].
>>791
The call for warriors was heard, as many offered their sword in order to ensure the protection of their lands and their Lady.
Of course, it soon become apparent that they would need to put their sword to use, as soon Fershava was soon kidnapped by a nearby Free Town.

Gained x3 [Volshvarian Warrior], and [UNNAMED] renamed itself to [Volshland].
>>792
Sadly, camping within one of the nearby human towns happened to stir up some aggression with the human population there. One could tell that due to how their best soldiers are now hunting down any Satyrs within the borders.

(Roll 5d10 for the civilian fighting, and 1d20 if one is to use their levies)
>>793
Progress on the farms better than expected, me lord!
But, no progress on our swords, me lord.

Gained the [Irrigation] Knowledge, and x2 [Irrigated Farms] in [Fagotopia].
>>794
The elite guards were formed, armed with the best armour and weapons that Black Rock can offer! …Yes, they are females, what about them?
Aside from that, the work on the Engineering School began as early as the sun rising, to soon offer aid in future construction in Black Rock. (1/3)
All the while, having yet to set off on his quest, William Deulond is merely spending his time at the Hellmouth Casino, betting and drinking in the meantime.

Gained x1 [Feminine Elite Guards].

Rolled 5, 31 = 36 (2d100)

>>795
>Nation's Name: Balseraph

>Nation's Fluff: The Balseraphs form a nation of lies and illusions led by a madman and his daughter. All those still clinging to sanity fled long ago,
and now the Balseraphs share Perpentach’s madness, living to amuse him. He goes to war on a whim and fights unpredictably, but is no less a threat for it. Despite the capriciousness of their ruler, the Balseraph cities are marvels to behold, dizzying carnivals filled with endless amusement and captivating horrors.

>Nation's Colour: ALL OF THEM! HEEHEEHEE fine I dunno, yellow or something.

>Cultural Traits*:
[Youreallyjustcopiedsomethingfromavidya] (Gains +10 to researching Knowledges related to the FfH Balseraph)

>Military*:
x1 [Insane Levy]
x1 [Hellbeast Handlers]

>Knowledge*:
[Trained Madness]
[Hellbeast Breeding]
[Projectional Relics]

>Cities*:
[Jubilee] Pop: 5
+[[Perpentach’s Great Tent]]
+['Joy' Farms]
+[Projection Studio Tent]

1. We Need Freaks for the Freak show don't we? GO FIND SOME! Shouldn't be too hard now should it?

2. Hmmm, you know, with this projectional relics I'm sure we could conjure up illusions that any naysayers would have to fight through to get to our carnivals, yes yes, let's do that, figure out how to do so and build something fun like that…. You know like a Hall of Mirrors or something, except alot more FUN!

Rolled 47, 18 = 65 (2d100)

>>795
>Nation's Name: Brandmark

>Nation's Fluff:
Once upon a time the Brandmark was a jungle, full of miraculous species of plants and animals it was ruled by a mighty god king in a castle struck from Black Rock that was said to have been cast down from the heavens itself. Within said castle a tree grew. It was not larger than any other, nor was it's wood especially hard, however it's fruit shined bright in all colors of the day. Red, Green, Blue and Yellow, it was said that whomever tasted the fruit would be granted powers beyond imagination.
One night some of the creatures of the jungle creeped towards the tree. Lizards small and frail, seeking for a warm spot to rest. They tasted the fruits of the forbidden tree and they grew large and fierce. Their breath was fire and large wings spread from their backs. In the same night they burned down the castle and the jungle with it, leaving the Brandmark nothing but an empty wasteland.
Centuries passed and the distant descendents of those who survived the hellfire still settled the land. It was black from the fire, but the people did not mind. It was theirs and theirs alone. Nobody came to take it from them, for it had no worth to anyone who had not felt the ancient power that rested deep within this land. They had no connection to the soil, did not appreciate the rich history every scar in the land was able to tell.
Life in the Brandmark was harsh and full of struggle, but it's people prevailed. They did not hold on for better times, because they knew full well they would not come.


>Nation's Colour: Scorched

>Cultural Traits:
+ [Here May Be Dragons] (Gains +5 to farming, and something else…)

>Hero:
+ [[William Deulond]]

>Military:
+ 1 [Feminine Elite Guards]

>Knowledge:
+ [Advanced Farming]

>Cities:
+ [Black Rock] Pop: 5
+[[King's Hall]]
+[The Hellmouth Casino]

1. Ah yes, the Raven Guard of Black Rock. Beautiful to look at. Forbidden to touch. Truly, what man would not dream of these protectors? Oh well, continue to construct the engineering school! 1/3

2. The man looked across the vast lands outside of Black Rock. Certainly they could make something of this with all their farming knowledge. Some well cared for fields should bless them with at least some prosperity.

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 10, 2 = 24 (5d10)

>>795
Ingrates! Well if they don't like a good party, we'll show them what it means to have a revel turn into a riot!

Rolled 10, 12 - 5 = 17 (2d20)

I lost muh fluff due to exiting the tab, so I'll just crunch everything this turn.

>>796
[Art of Swordcrafting] in Knowledge

>>797
Desert Free Town raided, got animals and slaves.

>>798
That Free Town has the actual Lass as a prisoner, stripped from her clothings. Roll Xd20, where X is how many Warriors you send, up to 3 for obvious reasons.

>>799
Statue (3/5)
New Armour (1/2)

>>801
Lost x1 [Insane Levies] due to failed conversion into Freaks.
Hall of Mirrors (1/2)

>>802
Gain x1 [Splinters] and the [[Tetonal Hall]] in [Itzmara]

>>804
Engineering School (2/3)
No progress on the farm, because William Deulond is yello- Yelling about not sitting in the city and want to actually go and do his quest!

>>805
The humans were defeated, at the cost of -3 pop from the Revelry side. The Free Town is now a Ghost Town.

>>807
>Cultural Traits:
[Demands of the Emperor] (+5 to everything, but try to avoid low rolls…)

>Military:
x1 [Oppressed Levy]
>Knowledge:
[Historical Recording]
>Cities:
[UNNAMED] Pop: 5
+ [[[Great Emperor's Hall]]]

~{Stat Sheet}~ (Don't fill in those with a *)
>Nation's Name: Hevrelia

>Nation's Fluff: A nation of scientist and inventors, the Hevrelians venerate knowledge and the freedom of all things. This does not mean they are kind though, on the contrary they are some of the most uncaring people one will ever meet. They create dangerous substances for fun, test it on others, kill because they needed test subjects, and more. A nation of madness that only stands due to the constant power plays that the Chemist-Nobles maintain for fun.

>Nation's Colour: Deep Purple

>Cultural Traits*:


>Military*:

>Knowledge*:

>Cities*:

>>762
>Nation's Name: Knights of Fire and Ice

>Nation's Fluff: The remnants of an old empire. After the land fell to chaos with the fall of the one true king, they fled to the underdark with their fallen king and waited for generations. They finally arise after 2000 years to a new land, their skin ashen from the betrayal of their pact to protect their king with a purpose to protect the innocent and defend the weak as their king did before them.

>Nation's Colour: Whichever you feel is appropriate, please notify me of what color

>Cultural Traits*:


>Military*:

>Knowledge*:

>Cities*:

Place me on the coast of "N" on the right side of the mouth of the bay

Rolled 73, 20 = 93 (2d100)

>Nation's Name: The Skola Collective
>Nation's Fluff: The satyrs are hardly a race given to organization - they live their lives as a revel, enjoying life and their world in an almost carefree manner. But their passions and revels could hardly go on without some semblance of freedom from the other nations. Thus was formed the Skola Collective, or the Skola Vale union, from seven of the great Satyr revels: Uphos revel, Anaen revel, Firehoof revel, Maxis revel, Dedhes revel, and the twin Nuneth revels. They organized a Council of the elders among the satyrs - mostly those whose bones were too weary to dance and too slow to stoke the fires, but also those few who lived long enough to reach a truly venerable age.
>The objectives of the Collective are simple enough: support and defend their nomadic, partying lifestyle against the threat of other nations, but also encourage immigration to the revels among other races. One day they might find a land where they can romp and sing in pleasure and inspiration for all eternity, but until such time the Collective must stand.
>Nation's Colour: Dark Green, or Dark Red
>Location: Center of the 'N', on the coast of the river.
>Cultural Traits:
[The Nomadic Journey] (Instead of cities and borders, you have Nomadic Camps, which can move across the world)
>Military: x1 [Satyr Levy]
>Knowledge: [Musical Instruments]
>Nomadic Camps: [Uphos - Anaen Revels] Pop: 2 +[[Collective Hall]]

1/2 - That'll show em not to try a satyr's resolve, or his patience! Still, no good all of this death business. Only one thing for it - a funerary revel! And with this town emptied, we'll make it into a fitting pyre and monument to the event. Smash the pillars! Stoke the Flames! Raise the drums! Pour the wine! We'll throw a mourning party to make this blasted town crumble, and let its music and cries sound out through the countryside!
This serves more purpose than destruction, of course. The Firehoof and Maxis revels aren't far off, and they out to join in the rollicking, and join in our collective. Perhaps even some of the locals will see the better side of life - the appeal of a culture that can make a party even out of tragedy!