Turn 4
Ogrul took a deep swig of his tankard and gazed at the sight before him. The crazy bastard Jek put together a decent feast for the new warband. A long, hastily made table from freshly felled timber was sitting before him. The scent of wood still faintly drifted in the air. There...
The Scrappers
Blood dripped down the NOD officer's face. Sasha hit him again with the butt of his AK. With a sickening crunch, the officer's nose snapped sideways and his spine reeled from the whiplash. In the background, Russian hardbass is pumped from a cobbled-together speaker system. As...
Turn 3
Jek passed out after his feast with Emmony. It was the first time he had real food in days and his first meal that wasn’t maggot-ridden trail rations. He awoke probably a day and a half later under the watchful eye of Emmony. “Sleep well?” she asked.
He rubbed his head and...
Turn 2
Jek stepped out of the keep, with a massive blacksteel gargoyle behind him. Even though she wasn’t nearly as large as Gawain himself- she still could easily dwarf a warrior if she stood on her hind legs. The war-celebration raged on. Emmony sniffed the air and loped closer to the...
Jade fire screamed through the bog, leaving putrid steam in its wake. It managed to char a small throng of heavily armed goblins, much to the chagrin of Jek. He watched from afar with his antique telescope, which he quickly snapped shut with a frustrated grunt. The knight was having a bad day...
The Three Sisters’ arrival was a day of celebration for the Flesh Prophets. Her oily form, formerly wracked with pain, oozed through the sands of the Gorescape. An acrid smell emanated from her folds and gave the senses of the Flesh Prophets something new to relish in. The Three sisters weren’t...
Shaping the tribe had been a long and arduous process. Mr. Shadows was thoroughly exhausted by the end of his first year. As the years piled up, so too did his exhaustion. Each flesh champion he created was taxing, and he was growing increasingly frustrated at his lack of connection with the...
The Flesh Prophets
Selassie stood, crackling with newfound power. Lightning pulsed through her veins with each heartbeat. Atop her head sat a bone crown with steel tips. Her forehead was marred with the interlinked sun symbols of ZOA. Melenik let his massive sledgehammer fall to the ground...
CSRA
Orchid strode through the sacred halls of the Synod, brushing the walls gently with their synthetic fingers. It had been so long since they ventured into the land now known as the CSRA. The journey to this point had been long, filled with nonstop planning and engineering. Orchid...
CSRA
Scarlet felt the adrenaline rush as her friend was peppered with bullets by a CSRA consecrator. He dropped to the ground with a meaty thud, and Scarlet yelped in fear and ran faster, searching for cover. She could hear the consecrator reloading his battle rifle, the mechanical clicks a...
CSRA
The thunder of a .50 caliber machine gun rumbled through the air as acolytes crawled through blistering hot sand. Many of them are dehydrated, and many more are on the verge of collapse. The instructor smirked at the pitiful forms, writhing in the dust, remembering back to his time as an...
CSRA
The black tar pit opened its maw to release something truly noxious. A skeletal hand jutted from the goo, followed by a yellowed arm bone. Eventually a skeletal figure rose from the tar, mouth open in a perpetual cackle. The whine of a hypersonic jet filled the chambers causing the...
CSRA
The Peace Movement rejoiced when the news broke. The first pro-goblin candidate was placed in the Synod. This momentous occasion was marked by wild parties in cities controlled by the Peace Movement, and many people wandered about drunk. The Traditionalist party was naturally infuriated...
CSRA
The jackboots of a guard clad in black tramped down the concrete road. He bore no insignias, and every inch of his body was covered in black body armor or black wraps, and his face was obscured by a helmet with a mirrored visor. A bullpup rifle hung from his chest with a tri-point sling...
CSRA
Fluff
I got addicted to darkest dungeon tbh
Actions
- Free template for some kind of decent base unit
- Finish capital upgrade
- recruit 2x militia MFs from the previous template I haven't made yet
- recruit 2x militai MFs from the previous template I haven't made yet
free...
Fluff
PM Todorevic ran his hands through his snow-white hair. The synod almost unilaterally voted to pour more funding into Crescent Biotechnics. Now they were building weapons. Wasn't this supposed to be a medical imagining company? Now they were engineering soldier templates. Something just...
What are we having for lunch?
A family of five goblins trudged through the scorching desert sands of Arrana. They were from a distant shanty town that was destroyed by raiders, so they took to the desert to find food and shelter. In a way it was fortuitous- they were originally slaves...