ckightk: So i got the location for the enms hub
Aug 27, 2019 14:19:02 GMT
ckightk: If anyone wants to help out let me know cuz im building the city
Aug 27, 2019 14:19:28 GMT
Illsent: Are the console and PC servers merged now?
Aug 28, 2019 17:57:40 GMT
Matador: I figured out how to make the new warp cores ckightk . You need to find manufacturing facilities to get the recipe. You can unlock it from a recipe tree, so you get to pick what recipes you get now.
Aug 28, 2019 19:03:11 GMT
Matador: it takes one antimatter and 1 storm crystal to craft, but 1 hypercore acts like 5 regular warp cells
Aug 28, 2019 19:03:56 GMT
ckightk: Awesomeand that sounds easy to make
Aug 28, 2019 19:44:28 GMT
ckightk: And the servers have the same seed but its not cross platform
Aug 28, 2019 19:45:07 GMT
ckightk: Btw the new hub is looking great. And we got farms to make you rich as fuck
Aug 30, 2019 2:17:41 GMT
ckightk: Does anyone else want to join
Sept 2, 2019 15:54:51 GMT
Illsent: I don't really play NMS very often anymore, but if I ever do go back, I'll be sure to check out the hub. Well, that is, as long as it's on PS4.
Sept 8, 2019 15:19:11 GMT
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Low Class Gek
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The story will begin with the Gms narration. They will set up the beginning plot and guide the players to their objective. The players can talk to each other or the npcs. Once a player uses a skill it will require a skill check. Most of your stats and skills will be assigned to you by the Gm. The three races have unique stats and skills. I’ve decided to make this hidden until all players have made their characters.
Combat can be initiated at any time. The first role will be an armor check with a D20 then the next role will be your attack plus the D6. This will basically be a simplistic DnD game set in the no man sky universe. Like in DnD the D20 will have a critical hit (20) and critical Fail (1). 20 will result in the best results while 1 could result in a hilarious epic fail. This is all in fun but there is potential to die if your health hits zero. So, try not to do anything stupid like attack large groups of people with low gear. Speaking of gear. You will have money that can be spent to upgrade your weapons and armor and even ships though I don’t think ships will come in play in this campaign but for future reference that’s a good idea to have character sheets for ships as well.
Backstory: Many wars and conflicts scar Lorek's past. He was there when the Vy'keen took the capital planet of the Twill system after 10 years of fighting, he fought toe to toe with hundreds of rival Vy'keen over the Yoksun Gorge, and he was even requested to be present at the signing of the 4th Treaty of Hoans over the mining wars in the Bre'Thorz system. By the time of his retirement, his uniform could have lit up the darkest sectors with only the reflections of his badges. He was dismissed from service with a resounding ceremony from his loyal crew.
As he settled in to a life of old age with his family, dark thoughts began to fill his head. He had seen so much and fought so long but no one had given him a warrior's death. He wondered if his ancestors would welcome him at the end if he was to fall to time rather than a blade. His family tried to console him, telling him how his bravery and spirit will be welcomed with cheers and praise for his deeds in life; his children even boasted about his accomplishments to their training facilities. It slowly took hold of Lorek and he began to trust their words. He began to believe that he would be at the table of his ancestors when his time came.
Undoubtedly, all this fame and his past accomplishments had made enemies as well as friends. Some of the survivors from the Yoksun Gorge had banded together and spent years plotting revenge on the hero captain. Lorek was along in years and his skills had dwindled in his retirement. The survivors knew this and gathered some younger blood for this mission. On a dark night when both the moons were shrouded with clouds, they made their move. The infiltration of Lorek's house went swiftly. Using superior numbers, the survivors quickly and quietly captured both of Lorek's children. The main force then kicked in his bedchamber door and smashed the windows. Lorek and his wife awoke to several blasters aimed at them; even Lorek's own blaster, given to him upon his retirement, was now against his skull. They were forced outside where their children were tied up. His wife was thrown alongside them and Lorek was held in front of them. The leader approached him and took out a ceremonial Vy'keen dagger, and as he raised it the other troops readied their blasters. Lorek struggled to free himself but it was in vain. As the dagger fell, a firestorm of blaster fire swallowed up his children. Lorek's wife screamed in horrified sadness and Lorek broke an arm free. He tried to swing at the others holding him but was quickly subdued by the dagger piercing his left eye. He roared in pain and tried to focus on the leader of the survivors. The leader laughed and said, 'So your children dying was the last thing your left eye will ever see. Now what about your right eye?' He gave a sinister smile and turned to Lorek's wife. Rage had all but taken over Lorek and he was struggling harder than ever. As the leader reached the wife, she ceased her crying and stared at him with silent anger. She raised herself to her feet and looked toward her husband saying, 'Do not fear, Lorek. We will all be together after this.' The dagger was then plunged into her neck and she fell to the ground.
The leader removed the dagger and approached Lorek. He was still struggling and roaring but seemed to have lost purpose and was merely fighting on instinct. There was a quick slice and all went dark for Lorek. When others from the town found him the next day, no one was able to explain what they saw. Eyeless Lorek was clutching the bodies of his wife and children surrounded by nearly 15 dead Vy'keens. As the townsfolk approached, Lorek snapped to his feet, the bloodstained ceremonial Vy'keen dagger clutched tightly in his hand. 'More, eh? Let's see what color your blood is! See if its different than the red I see,' he roared. After a long time, the townsfolk calmed him without sustaining more than a few cuts and they helped him make proper funeral arrangements for his family. As time moved on, it quickly became apparent that Lorek's mind had somewhat snapped in this event. He seemed to be aloof and drifting, easily losing interest and wandering off in the middle of conversations. Lorek began wearing a cloth around his eyes and spent more of his time at the bar. He sat alone and sheltered in a private booth (his 'hero' status had granted him this booth and drinking privilege long before this indecent but he rarely used it until now) his tab was open for his years of service and he quite frequently drank himself to sleep in the booth.
Some would-be adventurers would occasionally try to sit and talk with him about his war stories. He would usually try and tell them something, but many of his stories now merged in to one long ramble. Though he was blind, he could still hear when the adventurers would stand up and try to leave quietly and politely. He silently thanked them for their attempted discretion and would continue his story as if he was unaware that they were gone. His title of 'the Unseen' was given to him by the younglings of the town, for to them, he was merely and old, blind drunk. Those who knew of his past, or the tragedy of his family, still saluted the old warrior; hoping that one day he would find his path to his ancestors.
Ship: The Wing of Bre'Throz (The Wing). Capital ship of the Bre'Thorz military given to him at the signing of the 4th Treaty of Hoans for his service as a chief commander in the mining wars. However, in recent years it has fallen into very shoddy condition. After the incident, some of the mechanics in town tried to upkeep it, but mostly the only things that still work on it are a few blasters and thrusters.
Backstory: For Decades, how many I can no longer be certain, I have lived as a Shadow getting information in any way possible. I have cataloged every possible way to inflict pain to any species in existence. I didn't do this for my government or my race, I did it for me for my insatiable desire to know. Getting paid is just a fun side effect.
After one job I was contacted by an emissary of the Supreme Intellect, They had a special assignment for me and my special database. Upon entering the facility and dispatching the few guards I started to get a thought that something was wrong, every guard had been Korvax(not that I haven't deactivated many before), but these were different and while examining the code of my last victim I discovered something disturbing. This was a trap. This revelation came too late however as the room filled with hundreds of combatants, Still deciphering the data from the shell beneath me I went to work. I don't like to brag(because that is illogical), But upon isolating my files on quick deactivation it was like a efficient Symphony...my magnum opus. Everything had gone according to the outcome I calculated until the end, a quick jolt of pain in my data processor and I dropped to the ground. What I would come to find out soon was the the data that I extracted contained a virus, the ambush was a distraction so I wouldn't see it coming.
Their mistake was assuming that I was incapacitated, This is something that I had planned for though it did take longer then I intended which I have corrected. My systems rebooted after the repair program completed it's task only to find my location on a desolate planet apparently designated for disposal. Luckily that also gives me an endless supply to build anything I need including a ship to leave this wasteland, and find a way to destroy the Supreme Intellect. As I have come to discover my deactivation had been ordered by the SI, I have been disconnected from the collective and dumped in a trash pile because I am the old way. In an age of democracy and cooperation they have no use for Shadows, we have become an embarrassment.....well I will find a way to take my revenge and I will take great satisfaction watching the SI slowly stop functioning.
Ship: The Epyon Mk Zed A cobbled together mass of bulkheads, shield generators, phase emitters, plasma cannons, and thrusters. It's not much to look at but it is efficient and sturdy. This is the best that can be accomplished on the junk planet.
Hail Odin! May the Allfather grant you an honorable death and a place in the halls of Valhalla.
Backstory: Toontu has had a bizarre past, which fits his bizarre nature. As a child, he was known for making decisions which don't seem to make to sense to anyone except Toontu, and that carried over into his adult life. One of the strange decisions he made when he was a child was to befriend the wildlife of his planet, and he usually did it by giving what little food he had to them, or by eating something he thought would create an aroma that would please the creatures. This decision wasn't completely inane, as he was orphaned and had no family, so the beasts of the earth took him in as their own. He grew up surrounded by all manner of fauna, so he learned to understand how most animals' minds work, and thus, how to calm and even command them at times. However, given that he spent most of his time with animals instead of other people, his social skills and education suffered, so when he became an adult, he could not pursue most occupations that other Geks could. Because of this, he became a trapper, hunter, and all-around woodsgek. His knowledge of animal behavior, tracking abilities, and all of the other skills he obtained from practically living in the forests of Oan-kellezak allows him to be very successful in his trade; he tames beasts to help him hunt other animals, and even sells some tamed animals to those who want them, whether it be for hunting of their own, or for a family pet. He even has the rare commodity of being skilled in crude, un-technological weaponry, such as daggers and slingshots, but most especially, bows. However, he's not great with any sort of advanced weaponry, or any sort of technology for that matter, due to the fact he has had very little experience in that area. Although, he oft doesn't require technology to complete his goals, as he employs eccentric and rather bizarre plans inspired by the animals he hunts, but always seem to work out in the end. These plans are strange, riddled with problems, and sometimes completely insane, but somehow -- through either sheer, dumb luck, or some unseen genius -- almost always end in the hardy little Gek's favor.
Despite the fact Toontu had a relatively happy life on Oan-kellezak (as happy of a life in the woods can be), he always dreamed of exploration, and seeing what other mysterious beasts lived out there in the great unknown. So, one day, he bought a ship and left. He had very little holding him down on that orange, flora-covered planet, so it wasn't difficult for him to up and leave. He has traveled planet to planet since then, cataloging new animals he finds, befriending most of them, and hunting the others. He sells the pelts, meats, and all other parts to anyone who wants them, and generally enjoys whatever little things come his way. He delights in a new problem that arises only for him to solve it, and any obstacles he sees only as something to make his journey more interesting.
Ship: A Renfelmin S21. A standard, mass-produced shuttle with a good hyperdrive, cargo, and shields, but rather lackluster thrusters and weapons (not that Toontu needs them, anyway). It is yellow and orange, and was chosen because the colors reminded Toontu of the Oan-kellezek forests.