Jump to content
Server time: 2019-05-23, 11:46
Sign in to follow this  
KencoBlaze12

The Last Bastion {Recruiting}

Recommended Posts

Posted (edited)

699596772_PhoenixLogoOne.png.ae0a39ce507ede0707f3273efeff037b.png

Spoiler

 

676147184_TheLastBastion.png.09caadc5ac90501fa76406c39e8370c6.png

 

"You cannot see brotherhood; neither can you hear it nor taste it. But you can feel it a hundred times a day. It is the pat on the back when things look gloomy. It is the smile of encouragement when the way seems hard. It is the helping hand when the burden becomes unbearable." - Peter E. Terzick

 

2009367020_OurStory.png.18e49b0c164bf95752b6f95eeeda7470.png

157 Provost Company

Spoiler

          Daily life at the British embassy was fairly monotonous. Three shifts of 9 hours each, with a one hour overlap in between, all structured the same: security and handover brief from the previous shift followed by an initial perimeter check, then break down into individual teams and carry out the same security procedures as they do every day. Embassy protection was a role the Royal Military Police’s Close Protection Unit (RMP CPU) troops of 157 Provost Company were well versed in and treated it like any other tour. The troops gelled well with the Chernarussian civilians who worked inside the embassy, but this warm reception could not be further from what they experienced outside the wire. Cold stares, refusals to serve them at bars and ‘Chernarussian Only’ signs certainly made it well known that the locals were not happy about their presence. Rumours circulated that various gangs in the surrounding city were out looking for foreigner blood, in a crude attempt to gain notoriety in the area. All of this stemmed from an incident a few years earlier after a British stag party were found guilty of the rape and murder of a local girl. Even after vicious condemnation from the then-ambassador, the locals never looked at the British embassy and its occupants as anything but dirty foreigners from then on. As a result, the ‘Red Caps’ tended to stick to the embassy grounds, or if they did leave, made sure it was in groups. 

          In the summer of 2017, with the deteriorating situation in the north of South Zagoria, the order was made to evacuate the Embassy. An unpaved airfield, 10 miles from the embassy, was chosen as the location where British evacuation efforts would be concentrated from, and so plans were drawn up by OC Chernarus Embassy CPU (ChEmbCPU) to move all the staff in one convoy as quickly and efficiently as possible. Speed was of the essence, as in recent weeks the protests against the British presence had grown stronger outside the embassy and an armed assault by fringe vigilante groups was a pressing security threat. Tightly packed into diplomatic vehicles, the convoy set off at first light. The short journey went relatively smoothly, even more-so than expected, yet they received bad news when they arrived at the airfield. Intelligence reports relating to Russian radio chatter had resulted in an increase in the risk level of the evacuation, and so until further resources could be mustered, the embassy staff would have to wait until further notice for their evacuation out of country. Days passed, with no communication from the British government the minimal rations they had running low. 5 days into their wait, an angry mob approached from the fields adjacent to the runway. The torches dotted throughout the crowd were spotted first, then the chants could be heard, then the looks of pure hatred in the faces of the grim Chernarussians. The men of 157 Provost Company sprang into action, hurrying the embassy staff into the single hangar and falling into defensive positions. The men shouted for them to halt their advance, in both English and some rusty Chernarussian, to no response. Readying their weapons, the order was given to hold fire until specific instruction. Suddenly, screams broke out and the crowd dispersed, and civilians who moments earlier were holding Molotov cocktails in the air and chanting abuse had run off in every direction, leaving the Red Caps to look on confused. A few moments of tense silence later, a horde of sick, diseased Chernarussians began sprinting towards the hanger. The men ordered them to stop, to no response. Flailing their limbs and bellowing animalistic screams, they rushed the lines and jumped on the men. Returning fire, these ‘infected’ felt no pain and clamped down on any exposed skin, leaving their victims screaming for help and gushing blood. It was not long before the line was broken; the cracked concreate littered with blood and corpses. It was clear they could not hold the hanger, and so a withdrawal was initiated. Splitting into small groups, it was decided that they would rendezvous at the nearby abandoned village they had used for training outside the city at dawn the next day and decide on a course of action from there. Only 13 RMPs and 12 civilians made it.


-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


          The remaining men, led by Cpt Boyes, decided to remain at the village and await rescue. Cpl Smith, one of the section commanders, had also arranged for a local medical NGO group to rendezvous with them, having fled from similarly precarious circumstances. After the arrival of the NGO team, the Embassy remnants and the medics organised together to share the responsibilities of their ‘camp’, including treatment of the wounded and security. Having gelled together well, they decided after a few weeks that they needed to fortify their position should ill-intentioned Chernarussians or the infected come knocking. With the manpower they had, and the shared fear of losing more to the Chernarussians, they were able to finish building a 20-foot-tall reinforced fence within 6 weeks. After this success, they continued to build more within the walls of their new home; from patching up of existing buildings to small shacks built from scratch, using whatever they could find in the surrounding area.

          During this process however, it became clear that some form of joint leadership was needed. The Embassy would put forward 4 people, based up their size, and the medical group would get 2 representatives. This ruling class became known as the council and would serve to make decisions for the settlement and decide upon future actions for the benefit of all. A set of rules were drawn up, and are as follows:


1 . No Chernarussian may be permitted in the camp – they cannot be trusted.
2. Any western-born outsider in genuine need of help must be allowed admittance into the community.

 

          Finally, they had to decide upon a name. Given their goal of protecting western foreigners and preserving western culture and ideals in a country surrounded by those wishing them harm, they decided to name their settlement ‘Last Bastion’ – a place of no retreat and a community that would protect itself above all else.

1129834571_ProvostLQ.jpg.0c287ba82ca9a5d2e1404d1511d4e719.jpg

Project HOPE

Spoiler

          Her leadership experience from Nigeria, Belize and Bangladesh positioned Hayley Cruz perfectly to lead the Chernarus outreach project. Initially joining the outreach project as a paediatric consultant, she’d shown prowess in a variety of specialties, ability to manage high workloads and even a whole manner of trauma scenarios. The Chernarus project was meant to be different though; training the local healthcare professionals to a higher standard of care and providing technological expertise on the more fringe cases. Hayley was given the platitude to choose her core team; Miles, Frances, Kevin and Alex the other doctors, David the laboratory technician, Hannah, Olivia and Jacob the nurses, Tom for admin and Gavin the junior doctor. The majority of time they spent separately teaching their Chernarussian counterparts but would come together once a day to discuss how things were going and individual patient’s treatment plans. 


          A few months into the project, they were fully set up and running. Team morale was high as summer rolled in and everything seemed to be running smoothly. However, the death of a young boy undergoing cancer treatment from Dr Cruz changed the atmosphere. The uneducated rural populace began to distrust the western medical staff and would often refuse to be treated by them. With the increased burden on the local medical staff, the clinic could no longer properly meet its demands and again Project HOPE became the scapegoat.

          Tensions rose as Igor, one of the Chernarussian junior doctors, was badly beaten by a hunter who had brought in his son to the trauma centre but been delayed treatment due to insufficient Chernarussian medical staff to treat him. Before the team thought it couldn’t get any worse, the infection hit. The hospital was overrun within minutes of the first infected being admitted, and Project HOPE staff barely escaped by the skin of their teeth. With minimal knowledge of the land beyond their small town, the team had no place to escape to. Olivia, one of the nurses, remembered that Cpl Smith, a British RMP she had been dating, had told her of an abandoned village they used for training and used as an overflow depot for their supplies.

          Getting into their vehicles, they found they had been siphoned of fuel, leaving them with the only option of travelling by foot to the village Olivia had spoken of. Emotions were high as they prepared to leave, but they all knew if they stayed it would not be long until they were at the mercy of the rabid infected. As they made their escape, Kevin, Hannah and Frances were caught by a horde and torn to pieces. It would be a deathwish if they went back, yet Gavin still had to drag Hayley away, screaming and crying for her as-good-as-dead colleagues. The remaining group, barely escaping by the skin of their teeth, and traumatised from their ordeal, started their trek out of the town into the unknown. 


----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

          Without the safety provided by Cpl Smith and the rest of 157 Provost Company, it isn’t likely that Project HOPE would have lasted much longer than a few days after the escape. The bond created between the two groups, whilst tentative at first, grew into an almost family level of bond. They had all suffered at the hands of the Chernarussians and were determined to not let that happen again. It was not long before a community, run by a sharing of power between the two groups, was thriving and they could feel safe amongst their own. Everyone had a role, and everything ran smoothly; a near Westerner-Utopia in the midst of Chernarussian chaos – a Last Bastion for the constantly subjugated westerners in Chernarus.

          After a good 12 months, the settlement was able to move into the next stage; active recruitment of other western foreigners in need.
 

655555584_ProjectHOPE.jpg.29386bfe8bfe7c1f85a1cbbdea3cfbb0.jpg

The Davis's

Spoiler

          Most families take a trip to Benidorm or some all-inclusive resort for a holiday, but not the Davis’s. Their love was for the unknown; visiting obscure locations and giving their children experiences outside of what most kids their ages saw. Grace, 7, and Samuel, 12, were loving their trip to Chernarus. Steven loved taking his son Sam out hunting, something they couldn’t do in the UK but something that Steven was passionate that his son would experience. Philippa on the other hand wanted Grace to experience some of the culture of their extended family, given Philippa’s mother was born in the Chernarussian countryside. A week in and they were loving it, filling their days with activities and their nights relaxing. Steven would sometimes make Grace and Samuel a small fire outside for roasted marshmallows and to sing songs to them with his guitar.


          It was on a night like this when their lives forever changed. The children and Steven were by the fire singing songs whilst Philippa headed to the wood shed to pick up some more logs. As she was gathering the wood, she heard a strange growling coming from outside.


          “Hello?”, she called out, unsure what the sound was. As she stepped out of the shed, she could see a man slowly approaching from the woods.


          “Hello, do you speak English?”, she said, approaching him slowly.

          The growl stopped suddenly as he looked up. He had an eyeball missing and was bleeding from the socket. His clothes were stained with blood and mud, giving off a foul stench of decay and dried blood. She stopped and stared, unsure whether to approach or back away. A moment of silence was shared as both stood perfectly still, then the man let out a piercing scream before running at Philippa. She tried to fight him off, screaming as she did, but he was too strong for her and wrestled her to the ground. Steven heard the screams and immediately dropped his guitar and came running, shouting his wife’s name as he did. Seeing the struggle, he shouted for the man to get off her with no response. He tackled the man off her and began wrestling with him on the ground. Seeing the rage and ferocity of the man, his instinct forced his hand to pick up the nearest rock and bash it into his head until his screamed silenced. Covered in blood, he got up and immediately kneeled down next to his wife.  Her carotid artery was chewed open, spurting cup-fulls of blood into the air. He tried to stop the blood flow, shouting for her to hold on as tears streamed down his bloodied face. She mustered her last remaining strength to look her husband in the eye and, with her last breath, whisper;
“I love you”.


----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


          The traumatised family trekked for weeks, barely speaking a word, putting one foot in front of the other with no real destination in mind. Following the Miroslav river, they stayed in huts and abandoned hunters cabin and in caves where they could, never spending more than a few days in once place. Steven kept his hunting rifle close at hand at all times, determined that none of these ‘infected’ would come close to his only family left; his two children.  As autumn rolled around and they reached the northern tip of the river, Steven became more and more concerned with how he was going to care for Grace and Samuel in the bitter Chernarussian winter. Believed that if they kept heading north, he could find shelter in one of the many villages at the foot of the Black Mountains.


          Sure enough, in October of that year, just as winter was beginning to become a major obstacle, they came across a settlement no more than 10km north of the tip of the Miroslav river. Approaching eagerly but cautiously, Steven held each of his children in his hands. At the impressive, 20-foot-tall front gate, made crudely from a mix of metal and wood, they were met by shouts of, “Outsider approaching!”, and significant movement from the inside. The gates swung open and out poured 5 men, heavily armed, and one woman standing in the middle.


          “Lower your guns, you’ll scare the kids, assholes”, the woman said, as she approached the clearly frightened family.
          “I don’t know you guys…you Chernarussian?”. She spoke with an authority yet still gave off an aura of benevolence.
          “N…n…no we’re English…we just want somewhere to stay.” Steven’s voice trembled as he tried to gauge the intentions of the strangers surrounding him.
          “Ha, told you fuckers, they didn’t look like one of them. Come inside guys, any westerner in need of help is welcome here.”
          Still guarded, but not seeing any other option, the followed her in tentatively. As they entered, they saw many crude wooden shacks buildings, strengthened by the odd sheet of metal, interlaced with crumbling Soviet-era houses, held together by the similarly rustic architecture of the rest of the camp. Glancing behind, the large gates closed, and the reinforced walls and watchtowers seemed even more impressive from this side. People were walking about, unarmed, which both shocked and confused the Davis’s. There were people cooking fresh vegetables, a medical centre and even a man working a bar.


          “This is Last Bastion, or the LB for short. We’re a community made up of foreigners to Chernarus and we always protect our own. Everybody works according to your skillset, this ain’t a freeride” – she chuckles to herself – “but we can promise no Chernarussians here. All of us have been fucked over by this country in one way or another, but in this little patch of land, we can run things on our terms.” She turns to face them and stops, crouching down to the level of the children.


          “You don’t have to worry anymore. What’s out there can’t get in here. Now who’s hungry!”.


          It seemed surreal, but with how desperate they were, Steven was just happy that his children would get a filled belly and a warm bed. Over the coming months, The Davis’s became integral members of the thriving community, with Steven even making it to the ruling Council after 6 months. Their past trauma would never disappear, but at least in this place, they could try to get back to something resembling their old life.
 

1659106471_GuitarCampfire.jpg.3eda93ccc3a5dd3c1d06b768a8732b6a.jpg

The Blondie Brothers

Spoiler

          The collapse of the USSR had been an absolute god-send to gun runners like Gary and Andy. They’d seen the opportunity in the early 90s and moved from their home in Missouri to try make themselves some money on the back of the chaos. Weapons, ammunition and god knows what else flooded the black market as the armed forces of the USSR fell into disarray, giving those who knew how to capitalise on this a golden opportunity to get rich quick. Gary and Andy wasted no time in setting up contacts in Chernarus, buying guns cheap and running them across the border to revolutionaries and terrorist groups in nearby Takistan. They were good at it and were making more money than they knew what to do with. They soon found out though that crime always catches up to you, and their greed was ultimately their downfall.


          To get the guns across the border, they would pay off the border guards and get through even time. This was costing them a lot, and so Gary decided to start filling half the stacks of cash that they’d use for bribes with fake notes, thinking that the Chernarussians were too stupid to be able to tell the difference. How wrong he was. One returning from their trip to Takistan, they were stopped, pulled out of the vehicles and beaten half to death.


          “Stupid fucking American SCUM!”, the guards yelled as they thrust the butts of their rifles into their noses. Bloodied and bruised, they were dragged into cells and charged with arms dealership, with the money in their car seized as evidence. They both knew they wouldn’t last two minutes in a Chernarussian prison, but were in too much pain to even contemplate that.


          Weeks passed and they weren’t transferred. All the border guards they’d pissed off over the years took their turn urinating in their cell, spitting on them and hurling abuse whenever they could. All until one day, when they knew something was up because none of this had happened all day. The guards they did see were running about, looking anxious and scared. All of a sudden, screams could be heard and shots rang out soon after. The sound of screaming men and machine gun fire had the two brothers sweating in their cell. All of a sudden, a soldier burst into the room, missing an arm and screaming in pain. Immediately after another solider broke down the door, but this one was foaming at the mouth and bleeding from the eyes. He grappled the injured soldier and brought him to the ground, tearing at his neck with his teeth. The brothers retreated to the back of the cell and Andy pissed himself in fear. The ‘infected’ solider chewed at his victim for a while, before turning over to the brothers inquisitively. He stood up, cocked his head and met eye contact with Andy. Andy stood, frozen in fear and holding his breath. Gary reached for the spoon from their lunch the previous day, and the soldier immediately ran for him, pressing his mutated face up against the bars. Andy stayed frozen, but Gary leaped into action, thrusting the handle of his spoon through the soldier’s eye, getting sprayed by blood in the process. The freak screamed out in pain before dropping to the floor as blood seeped out onto the floor.


          Gary was able to reach for the keys on the hip of the first dead guard and open the cell, still breathing heavy from his bloody encounter. He was about to walk out before he remembered about his brother. He turned to him and spoke with authority;


          “Andy, we gotta go. I know you’re scared…so am I, but we have to go right now”.

          Still clearly traumatised, Andy slowly nodded and tentatively walked out of the cell with his brother. Taking deeps breaths, they made their way out into the unknown.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


          For months, they trekked across Chernarus, surviving the bitterly cold winter by the skin of their teeth. They stuck to their old smuggling routes to avoid the infected and also to use their old weapons dead drops so that they weren’t completely unprotected. The brothers bond became closer than ever, but they knew they needed to find some remnant of civilisation if they were to remain sane.


          After almost a year of dodging CDF patrols, Chedaki remnants and infected, they came across a group of hunters speaking English. It had been so long since they had heard their native language that they were almost ecstatic with joy. Still, however, they had not survived this long by presuming the best in people, and so decided to follow them. After a successful hunt, they led them back to a settlement, with towering walls and a large reinforced gate. Andy, so mesmerised by the possibility of civilisation, ran from their hiding spot in a bush, waving his hands.


          “Help us! Help us!”


          Cursing under his breath, Gary ran to his brother’s side just as armed men rushed through the gate, surrounding the pair. At the mercy of the balaclava wearing men, dressed head-to-toe in military fatigues, the pair felt like their lives were once again hanging by the thread. Out from behind the men approached another man, dressed the same as the rest, only without the balaclava and with a scarlet beret and aviator sunglasses instead.


          “You got names gents?”


          “Y…yes, I’m Gary and this is Andy”.


          “More fucking yanks, just what I need” – he walks away begins a conversation on the radio. The brothers wait for what seems like an age, albeit in reality only a few minutes, before the man returns.


          “Right gents, looks like we’re in need of some more ‘Murica in Last Bastion!” – he chuckles to himself – “follow me.”


          They tentatively follow him, relieved that they seem to have dodged death once more. Passing through the gates, they finally lay witness to the civilisation they had been searching for, and both brothers can barely believe their luck.


          “Okay lads, now I’m a busy man so I’m going to pass you off to my lovely assistant, Miss Hannah. Any weapons please hand over to her, but you’ll get them once you’ve passed our vetting check with Dr. Cruz. Enjoy Last Bastion gents.”


          As the unnamed man walked away, the brothers felt as if they were in a dream. It was not long though before they found their place; their experience with weapons providing very useful in a settlement without an armourer. Life was good, and they had found a home.
 

dayz-wallpaper-19.jpg.5f4dfca418cff1b5ca5e70496a5ccf1d.jpg

          The summer of 2018 was when Last Bastion went from a group just trying to survive, to a formidable player in the region, capable of recruiting settlers and expanding their community. Some had already arrived as drifters, integrating well with their own particular set of skills, which was the inspiration that pushed the council to dedicate resources to finding more westerners to add to their community. Luckily, a nearby radio tower was able to be fixed and a 24/7 loop, directing settlers to a nearby rendezvous where they could be collected and taken to Last Bastion, was set up. The signal wasn’t perfect, in fact it was mostly filled with static, but the short message and looped nature made it understandable to someone listening for a few loops.


          Although not immediate, some who had survived out in log cabins or escaped the Chedaki in the north heeded the call and brought with them tales of what they had experienced. Some spoke of South Zagoria, a region not far east of Last Bastion which was not as badly affected as the rest of Chernarus. This worried the council, fearing that whispers of another utopia could damage Last Bastion or even lead to its collapse due to a mass exodus. It was thus decided that facts needed to be established, and they must find out whether South Zagoria was the utopia they described or just another shit hole.


          Over the next few months, a volunteer militia of sorts was created, containing members of each faction within the community, to venture into South Zagoria and decide upon whether it was a potential new location for a settlement or overrun by Chernarussians, making it too dangerous to leave. Platitude was granted to them to both form diplomatic relations in the region and commit sabotage and subterfuge to any parties that could prove dangerous to Last Bastion or any future settlement. The volunteers, led by the experienced Lucas Black, were trained by each faction. 51 Sqn would teach basic soldiering; Project HOPE would teach trauma management and first aid; the Blondie Brothers taught Chernarussian culture and how to avoid angering them whilst Steven taught a 101 on hunting. Whilst short on time, after a few months of intensive training, and under the guidance of faction representatives, the militia was ready to deploy.


          Lucas was chosen to lead them, alongside Hayley and Steven as representatives from the council. Just before they set off, the council revealed to him previously undisclosed intelligence about the real nature of their mission, and orders to accompany it. This information could only be shared between himself, Steven and Hayley; to be treated with the highest level of secrecy. The main objective remained the same, yet these orders would remain forever at the back of Lucas’s mind.
 

1875958602_ICGoals.png.e9bf3bdb9353a9f708064da13914feab.png

 

-    Establish detailed intelligence reports on every group encountered (to be posted on the forums - one per week)
-    Commit acts of sabotage and subterfuge on purist Chernarussian factions. (Day 700)
-    Build the foundations for a possible future location for Last Bastion in South Zagoria. (Day 690)
-    Establish diplomatic relations with other western groups. (Day 690)
-    Recruit other westerners to the community (Ongoing)
-    Build an overall picture of the suitability of South Zagoria for Last Bastion V2 (Ongoing)

 

1574018985_OOCGoals.png.c6d433a141f55324b518457a0da82eae.png

 

-    Provide a mix of Lawful good and Lawful evil RP, based upon the characters we RP with. (E.G. Westerners/Chernarussians)
-    Take newer members onboard to improve their standard of RP.
-    Create long-term storylines for each and every character, allowing IC actions to have profound effects on the long-term group direction and goals.
-    Empower members to RP ‘in the grey’, not just as a ‘good guy’ or ‘bad guy’.
-    Act as a counterbalance to purely hostile groups.

 

Roster.png.e66aa9267f0522bd398ede251a338a51.png

 

Expedition Lead - Lucas Black (@KencoBlaze12)

Loving Father - Steven Davis (@PhantomPlayin)

 

Recruitment.png.f5d028eb8a0dd0810e315d41d0cbd996.png

 

To make this work, I'll need members to fill roles from the group lore (definately Hayley and Steven!). There's ample to choose from, whether it be a military character from 157 Provost Company or medical from Project HOPE. Fill out the below application, send it to me and we can work on what character best suits you! TL;DR, the roles fall into military, survivalist and medical, with ample scope within those categories to make the character 'yours'.

Spoiler

Discord ID:

Roleplay Experience:

DayZRP Activity:

Previous Groups:

What role/Character would you like to take?:

Greatest Strength:

Greatest Weakness:

All feedback is very much appreciated!

 

Thank you to @Mademoiselle for the AMAZING graphics, @Phatal and @Major for the help with the lore and @PhantomPlayin for the story-development inspiration!

 

Edited by KencoBlaze12
Thank-yous added

Share this post


Link to post

Huh, interesting concept. I wish you good luck and look forward to potential encounters.

Share this post


Link to post

Good luck, I see a lot of goals there that might cause some interesting RP!

Share this post


Link to post

Looks intriguing, good luck!

Share this post


Link to post

goodluck

Share this post


Link to post

Interesting! love the story so far.

Share this post


Link to post

Sounds interesting! Maybe recruit already existing characters ? 

Share this post


Link to post

UWU what's this? 

WHO_PINGED_ME-2.gif

Oh shit I did help you with this didn't I...

Good luck!

Share this post


Link to post

Thank you for the love guys 😄

2 minutes ago, wirpy said:

Sounds interesting! Maybe recruit already existing characters ? 

Existing characters will 100% still be taken on (as long as they're westerners :P). I've written the lore such that those wanting to join have the freedom to decide whether they want to play at character that was one of the ones present at the start of the Last Bastion settlement, whether they arrived later or if they were recruited on the SZ expedition.

Share this post


Link to post
Just now, KencoBlaze12 said:

Thank you for the love guys 😄

Existing characters will 100% still be taken on (as long as they're westerners :P). I've written the lore such that those wanting to join have the freedom to decide whether they want to play at character that was one of the ones present at the start of the Last Bastion settlement, whether they arrived later or if they were recruited on the SZ expedition.

Would def be interesting if you were to pick up people that have vendettas against different groups and what not 😄 

Share this post


Link to post
Just now, KencoBlaze12 said:

Thank you for the love guys 😄

Existing characters will 100% still be taken on (as long as they're westerners :P). I've written the lore such that those wanting to join have the freedom to decide whether they want to play at character that was one of the ones present at the start of the Last Bastion settlement, whether they arrived later or if they were recruited on the SZ expedition.

Nice flaming death hawk, Phoenix...birb... thing...

Share this post


Link to post
Just now, wirpy said:

Would def be interesting if you were to pick up people that have vendettas against different groups and what not 😄 

Anyone with a vendetta against Chernarussians would fit well 😉

1 minute ago, Major said:

Nice flaming death hawk, Phoenix...birb... thing...

Saw it on a T-shirt design, looked dope and then @Mademoiselle sorted it for me 😛

Share this post


Link to post

I like the idea of having a group specifically focused on western characters - Best of luck with this 🙂 

Share this post


Link to post

Best of luck to ya!

Share this post


Link to post
34 minutes ago, Malet said:

I like the idea of having a group specifically focused on western characters - Best of luck with this 🙂 

Thanks, sometimes westerners kind of get ‘shoe-horned’ into backgrounds as to why they’re part of a group so I thought why not make it part of the premise 😛

Share this post


Link to post

I don't see diplomacy and sabotage going hand in hand. At least in the current state of some groups, tread carefully is all I am saying.

The overall feel of the group looks good though. Anti-hero/grey characters often have a bit more depth and nuisance. Look forward to seeing how it may be implemented ig and via forum updates, as you said.

Share this post


Link to post
10 minutes ago, Mugin said:

I don't see diplomacy and sabotage going hand in hand. At least in the current state of some groups, tread carefully is all I am saying.

The overall feel of the group looks good though. Anti-hero/grey characters often have a bit more depth and nuisance. Look forward to seeing how it may be implemented ig and via forum updates, as you said.

Sabotage is more of a tool in the offensive military actions of the group to undermine Chernarussian factions, to offset the typical style of offensive action = PvP.

The diplomacy is more bringing western factions to the cause of “Westerners-for-Westerners”. Diplomacy will not be made with Chernarussians.

Share this post


Link to post
3 minutes ago, KencoBlaze12 said:

Sabotage is more of a tool in the offensive military actions of the group to undermine Chernarussian factions, to offset the typical style of offensive action = PvP.

The diplomacy is more bringing western factions to the cause of “Westerners-for-Westerners”. Diplomacy will not be made with Chernarussians.

Hell I'd like to see more tactful fights/saboteur shit. Planting evidence or  biological warfare all seem more strategic than just throwing people at the problem.

You don't gotta spoil your exact saboteur plans lol just curious. Looks good though man. Sounds like I'd have a blast bumping into ya'll ig.

Share this post


Link to post
Just now, Mugin said:

Hell I'd like to see more tactful fights/saboteur shit. Planting evidence or  biological warfare all seem more strategic than just throwing people at the problem.

You don't gotta spoil your exact saboteur plans lol just curious. Looks good though man. Sounds like I'd have a blast bumping into ya'll ig.

I won't go into the exact detail of the saboteur plans muahahahaha xD

Thanks for engaging in the group idea though 🙂

Share this post


Link to post

Looking good best of luck to ya

Share this post


Link to post

I love the detail you guys put into the story of this group!

Best of luck from Fifty Two to you.

Share this post


Link to post
10 hours ago, Peril said:

I love the detail you guys put into the story of this group!

Best of luck from Fifty Two to you.

Look forward to bumping into you guys IC 🙂

Share this post


Link to post

Good luck with this group lads, looking forwards to the RP you guys'll bring 😄

Share this post


Link to post
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
Sign in to follow this  
  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×
×
  • Create New...