Soldiers of Napta

[Jehosaphat]

You wake up inside a concrete room, with nothing more than some other barely-conscious recruits sitting against a wall next to you.

 

"Welcome, recruits.

 

I'm not going to lie - the underground Naptan Movement has seen some tough times recently, what with the Great World Hegemony being reformed and the new technologies this has resulted in. The worldwide outlawing and complete destruction of any chemical-propelled weaponry was a bit of a hit as well. However, recruit, we have developed some technologies of our own..." You then promptly return to unconsciousness via a large club in the commander's hand.

 

You wake up in a sewer with the rest of the recruits and a large bump on your head, all of you still wondering what the heck is going on. You do feel a bit funny though.....

 

AND THUS ENDS THE BACKSTORY!

 

Welcome to Soldiers of Napta, the most bizarre cross between games you ever did see. The gameplay style is much like that of Dungeoneering - you post your action, I roll the dice to see how miserably you fail. "Sessions" will be held whenever I am online, but you can post actions while I'm not and I will respond to them at the start of the next session.

 

Whenever you "die," your body zombifically moves itself back to the sewer start-point.

 

This game has no magic. However, you have been genetically altered to allow elementokinesis - the ability to control elements at will - although currently, you suck at manipulating any elements whatsoever. AS you gain more experience, you will get better with specific elements, but worse with others. I.E. a pyrokinetic person would fail miserably at hydrokinetics.

 

The objective of the game is to overcome any obstacles I throw at you and to take down the respective country you have been assigned - more details on that later as I slowly come up with plot backstory.

 

Everyone starts with a basic starter kit - a hatchet, some duct tape, and a 4-foot cord of rope. Your backpack cannot hold much else as it currently is, so you may want to find a shop to upgrade it at or just upgrade it yourself. Oh, and you already have basic clothes.

 

This takes places in Hegemony v. 1125325902 - basically I get to make up the countries. The countries will still be going about their normal business as usual, including wars.

 

Any questions, comments, concerns, jokes, stories, and/or bribes are to be PMed to me - not discussed here.

 

Remember, just about anything can happen....

 

[hide=I-C-U]

Is a slightly tall, 6ft, man who has semi long black hair which reaches just past his face. He has a few scars over his face and body from previous battles he used to fight in.

 

A tattoo on his arm with the insignia of the I-C-U and his prison number is burned across it.

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Glowing knife

Upgraded backpack

Basic civilian clothing

Assassin's Naptan wristband

Old food supplies

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.7 allokinetics

0.2 hydrokinetics

0.3 fitness

0.3 aerokinetics

0.1 aiming

0.2 melee[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Earth]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.5 terrokinetics

0.2 electrokinetics

0.2 allokinetics

0.3 hydrokinetics

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Charles Emrich - Grim]

Description: Brown hair and eyes, heavily scarred left arm and leg with a horizontal scar running across the bridge of his nose. Barrel chested with a fair complection and some freckles. Curses nigh upon compulsively with a small disposition to unusual curses. Generally gruff (states that he "hates wasting other's time")

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Mace

Thoroughly singed civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.2 hydrokinetics

0.3 fitness

-0.1 intelligence

0.4 pyrokinetics

-0.1 hearing

0.1 terrokinetics

0.2 cryokinetics

0.2 allokinetics[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Ares Biahorae]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.5 fitness

0.5 melee

0.2 aerokinetics

0.1 medic

-0.2 intelligence[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Deren Tyreus - Nex]

About 6' tall, golden-brown hair and eyes, pale skin with sparse freckles

He was found by Napta while carrying a suitcase into the house of a New York middle-school student named Greg. As they approached the building there was a large explosion and said house went up in flames. Deren was flung backwards out the doorway, unconscious and burned yet grinning, and Napta decided that he would make a fitting member of the organization.

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Backpack

A foot of copper wire

Antique sword

Flaming knife

Holey page

Naptan wristband

Tidal wave sculpture

Basic, slightly singed civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

1.2 hydrokinetics

1.4 terrokinetics

1.2 cryokinetics

0.7 pyrokinetics

0.3 strength[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Jen Ret'ech]

A delusional escapee of a mental asylum, she believed she once was the puppet master behind the Japanese imperial empire. She seeks revenge on society for not helping her when the evil Turks attacked with their armies, and removing her from power.

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Small backpack

Eight-legged tamed snake

A friendly mattress-sized bat

Two other somewhat large bats

A steel lance

2 iron-oak crossbows

10 steel bolts

12 feet of rope

Mildly fast pack horse

Wooden knife

Naptan wristband

Decoder page

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.3 photokinetics

0.9 taming

0.8 allokinetics

0.1 flight

0.3 lignikinetics

0.3 aiming

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

 

[hide=Vulcan - Dusty]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

-0.1 mercy

+0.01 ninja

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Mather]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.4 electrokinetics

0.2 cryokinetics

0.4 fitness

0.1 melee

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

[hide=Tarika - Hex]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

Big sword

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.1 cariokinetics

0.1 terrakinetics

0.1 melee

0.7 terrokinetics

0.1 lumokinetics

0.6 fitness

0.2 allokinetics

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

 

[hide=Rocco]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0.2 pyrokinetics

[/hide]

[/hide]

 

 

[hide=Template]

[hide=Inventory]

Hatchet

Duct tape

4 feet of rope

Small backpack

Basic civilian clothing

[/hide]

[hide=Stats]

Stats:

0 terrokinesis

0 hydrokinesis

0 pyrokinesis

0 electrokinesis

0 cryokinesis

0 cariokinesis

0 allokinesis

0 telekinesis

0 lignikinesis

0 mercy

0 ninja

0 fitness

0 taming

0 melee

0 intelligence

[/hide]

[/hide]

^That template is for my use, not yours. It's so I don't have to type in all the "hide" codes as I add in characters.

Edited May 6, 2010 by PieisEaten

[Nero]

Good backstory would be it taking place on Earth, first Hegemony, after the exodus of Britannia, where all the characters are working to destabilize/bring down the Terran Federation.

 

That way we still have a few 'safe zones', mainly Kamino (Luxembourg's territory in Africa) and Malaysia (who just had its allies all beaten off of Earth).

[Icuownage]

This sounds pretty damn awesome,

 

I'll join.

 

Name is I-C-U, hyphens are negotiable. Stands for International Control Unit. An old squad I was captain of, that made me do unspeakable horrors. During an unusually cruel mission, where a small town was beggining to rebel. We had to line up the children and shoot them, burn the crops of the farms and anything that gave any thought agaisnt the ruling country was destroyed in a huge fire placed in the middle of the town, as a sign of power. I had enough of what I did then, I just wanted out, but it wasn't just as easy as walking out. I knew to many secrets about everything, I wouldn't be able to just walk away.

 

Over the coming months, more soul crushing missions, it was during a raid on a hospital that I decided to just quit. Being the captain, I was able to pull some soldiers on my side, we began to escape the hospital, killing a few of my former friends a long the way. We finally made out of the hospital only to encounter the police of the country I once served. It was like they just know when someone decides to rebel, it turns out I was already on heavy watch due to very small signals I gave off, lack of confidence during missions, increased mercy and a lower kill count. My friends were killed, shot down infront of me without so much as a warning. I was surrounded at gun point and I knew there was no way out. Instead of killing me, they arrested me and stripped me of my captain rank and placed me in a rehabilitation centre. Tortured by the leader I once served, he took an unusual interest in me, saying it was important they got me back to the ideals of his nation. After a year of torture, I still showed signs of a rebel, they grew weary of trying. My execution was set, I was to be shot in non vital places, such as the kneecaps and legs, and then placed on a stake, and burned as a warning to all who try to rebel. I will hand it to them, being to one of those executions really makes you fear them, and to them, fear is their rule.

 

It was the day of my execution, the guards entered my cell, I was praying, like any use that had. God ignored my soul a long time ago. They picked me up and cuffed me, I was then led to the execution grounds. The guard dragging me said "Hey captain, remember me?" The voice haunted me a little "F-Fr-Frederick?" He laughed at my stutter "Yes captain, the one and only" I was shocked "Why are you here!?" He went silent for a few seconds, maybe even a minute. "Cause of you. You see, when you got arrested for rebelling. The entire ICU was disbanded, and everyone was arrested for connections with you. FOR MONTHS we were all tortured, and we had nothing to do with your little plot to escape the government. A few of us died during the torture, some commited suicide. They even got our families! You were only given special treatment due to your importance and skill that was very useful to the governemnt, but us low levels, we were tortured to the full extent, and the only thing thats going to make me feel less bitter is the fact that your about to die." And with that, I was dead, emotionally speaking. I was the reason that my own former friends were killed and tortured.

 

We arrived at the gates of the prison, leading to the courtyayd. The guard at the door asked "Who is this?" Frederick replied "Prisoner #5104" The guard pulled out a small checkboard and looked over it, "Can I get a name?". Frederick paused for a moment, "Yeah sure, his name is -" Suddenly a tremor rumbled across the prison, shaking the foundations and even causing some of the lights to turn off. Before any of us could even react to the tremor, an explosion down the corridor, the door was breached and a few soldiers appeared through the smoke. Frederick couldn''t reach for his gun in time and he was shot. The guard at the door however was able to pull out a pistol and shoot of a few rounds before being gunned down, he hit none of them. I was on the floor, dead inside and nothing to live for, maybe they'll kill me too. They came over to my body, I could hear one say "This is the one! It's him! It's him!" I was picked up and they ran with my body through the breach they just caused.

 

We were out of the prison within minutes, running across another courtyard to the fences of the prison. When suddenly a gunshot was heard, all I felt was pain, and then it was all black, I saw nothing. The blackness felt like eternity, it was a torture in its own right, but then, voices. They sounded a bit muzzled, but I could make them out slightly. A small beeping was in the background. I couldn' t understand what was going on. Suddenly the beeping turned into a long drawn out hum, the voices got more loud, but for some reason I felt like I was slipping away. I was about to slip away from existance, and all the burdens it has brought me, when I was suddenly awoken quickly. It came as a shock to me and I was breathless for a while, sat upright on an operating table. The Doctors looked scared for a second, and then one removed his gloves and said "Operation successful". I was to fatigued to stay up and ask what operation, I collapsed back down and slept.

 

I awoke to a man talking about something called the Naptan movement, but instead of listening, it came quickly apparent to me, most of my memories were gone. Not all, I had a few bits of my memories left, but any memory of happiness I had is gone, I can't even remember what happy is. All I am felt with is rage, all I can remember is hate, and all I can remember is him and how much I want him dead. I was so inspired when suddenly *BUMP* I was out cold, again.

 

I awoke in the sewers with some unfamiliar faces, my head hurts and I'm just a man of hatred. And thus begins my journey to kill.

[archimage_a]

Even better plan would be to have it take place inside a single city, which could be explored, and, as you complete quests, you take over different parts of it...giving you an ever increasing amount of GDP.

The game backstory could be:

 

It was a shrapnal-swept morning...Yeah, literature in the future hasn't improved much....It was a shrapnal-swept morning, Britannia and the Terran Empire had loosed another million men in their war to conquer Russia. You think about that for a second...how many lives had been snuffed out in an instant....The casualities reports grew by the day...

Anyway, the shrapnal-swept morning...You had taken the sleeper train across the channel, the tracks were worn, the carriages covered with battle damage and the explosion and two hour stand off in the middle of the tunnel didn't help your sleep... As your think of your cat, which you had to leave behind, you begin to wonder what is going on back there...If you are honest you are not sure why you are leaving Britan, you survived the Terran Invasion, so who are you running from? Maybe you know, maybe you don't, something just told you that you needed to get out of there.

The train shudders to a stop once more, the engine gave up long ago so it is being pulled by a Federation Trooper, half engine, half guardian... As you stare listlessly out of the hole where the window should be you see another carriage, full of French people, all on their way to Britian...maybe trying to escape what you are trying to escape...All of them have the same look on their face...

The train eeks onwards, finally arriving in Krawkoft, your final destination...Deep in the Alpine Mountains of Central Europe there is some sense of security here. Of course that might be attributed to the fourty something Terran Troopers lining the railway station...As you collect your bags you hear something 'Death to Europe!' quickly followed by the sound of ten pulsed plasma cannons firing in unison...vapourising the person, and his primative homemade bomb...Regardless of how you feel about them, for that second you respect both the rebels and the Terrans.

The rest of your journey to the tourist information building is uneventful, and when you arrive you are greeted by another trooper...his, or her, voice has been altered to sound high pitched, helpful-kinda...he or she sounds angry about it as they ask you what you want to know...

 

To sign up give your stats(Should amount to 1), inventory (Should include a firearm of some kind, some(300-500) Terran Credits and three other common items) and where you want to go.

 

 

If you want Pieis...

[Nexaduro]

Oooooh!

 

PieIs here my plea!

(If you've ever played Age of Mythology you'd understand that.)

 

Not sure if it was my urging on the Dungeoneering thread, but either way I'm glad to see a new game with good potential! Seems a little like what I had in mind for Shades of Monochrome, but with a much higher exponential of awesomeness! And a coherent storyline...

 

Overall, :thumbup:

 

I'm sure as heck joining this game! Should be fun :)

 

Gimme a sec to think up a backstory.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

Oooooh!

 

PieIs here my plea!

(If you've ever played Age of Mythology you'd understand that.)

I got it!

 

Pie, couldn't you map it to what people were doing in the hegemony at the moment (IE america invades india and then we actually play the war between them almost)

[Nexaduro]

I think what he's doing already seems good. The whole "caught in the current caused by careless kings" (darn, no c in kings).

[Icuownage]

I thought it was the hegemony's (not the current ones) time, but he controls the countries differently.

[Seraphi]

Okay, lemme write up some character backstory.

[Earth]

do you actually need a backstory? anyways,

Charecter name: Earth

Inventory: starter kit with all materials

Skills: none.

[Icuownage]

I guess not, I made mine cause I was bored.

[Earth]

good, cause i HATE backstories. they get out of hand real fast.

[Seraphi]

Good backstory provides background information and assigns a personaility to your character. It also makes for good reading for whoever else is there.

 

Alas, my mind refuses to work and I can't come up with anything decent.

[Icuownage]

Heres a good person to plot yours off, V.

[Grim_]

EDIT: This is now my statsheet :thumbsup:

Charles Emrich

.2 hydrokinesis

.3 fitness

-.1 intelligence

.4 pyrokinesis

-.1 hearing

.1 terrakinesis

[Earth]

ross i usually dont do backstories. it doesnt work well. and anyways, you know me. stab, slash, poison, piss people off.

[Nexaduro]

Yup, Earthsage puts all of his skillpoints into "Annoyance."

[Earth]

actually, some go into the ability to hit stuff with books, but yeah, mostly annoycane. (IRL running joke.)

[Jehosaphat]

Hah, I was going to write backstories for you guys based on your characters' dispositions, actions, and strategies anyways. :P

 

For those of you suggesting which Hegemony it should take place in.... it's gonna be in Hegemony v. 1125325902, because I don't have time to dig up any Hegemony history before everyone loses interest in this thread.

 

There will be safe/neutral zones, but they won't be too common, nor will they always be safe zones.

 

Some of you will end up having to work together to succeed. Heck, some of you may end up having to blow each others' brains apart.

 

It's all in how you choose to take down your respective country....

 

Oh, and by "chemical propelled weapons being outlawed," I should've mentioned that gunpowder and other explosives counted as chemical propelled weapons.

[Nexaduro]

Can we start now? =b

[Jehosaphat]

First, you'll need a characterfor me to put on teh frontpage of d00m, Nex. But yeah, 3 to start.

[Grim_]

Well as I have nothing I will go with one of my standbys (but still 0 backstory)

Name: Charles Emrich

Description: Brown hair and eyes, heavily scarred left arm and leg with a horizontal scar running across the bridge of his nose. Barrel chested with a fair complection and some freckles. Curses nigh upon compulsively with a small disposition to unusual curses. Generally gruff (states that he "hates wasting other's time")

Inventory: Starter kit

Skills: Starting

[Seraphi]

Okay, repeated failing to create a backstory, and I'm here with "Unknown".

 

Ares Biahorae, default character.

[Earth]

already done mine, tis on first page. what nation do i get, and cans i raise the dead?

[Grim_]

Earth generally elemental control =/= necromancy though you would have to ask pieis