Huskurlar and politician at the North Sea spire. The last days of Earth - thousands of years of space travel separate this moment from the current time.
@DemonDrawn1341 Yes, you're right. I have some tech that would facilitate ideas like this. They would work well with the orange eyeballs you might see on some of my characters. These are quasi-organic cameras that can interface with a helmet display, or integrate into a brain augmentation.
Modern Provincial commando in machine armour. Operating the suit requires special training, but the sight of them alone is enough to deter most anarchists and marauders. If lost, the suit can be remotely detonated like a bomb.
@DemonDrawn1341 They were built by death cultists (recognised religion) to fight in the Wolgewinn. The bones inside were from their deceased members. The cult likes building mechatronic philatories to venerate their dead, so making them into warriors was agreeable for the cause.
@DemonDrawn1341 No that is a valid criticism, and one I was a bit stupid for overlooking ๐
In future I would like to revisit this idea. Maybe a slit or window in the gorget is the answer.
@Frederi22288783 Nah it's a break action shotgun basically. Shove 4 shells in there, pull trigger 4 times, eject. Just a chunk of metal with holes drilled through it.
Mercenary within the Yellow Sectors. Quite conventional attire for a "poor" mercenary. A mix between industrial and handmade clothing. A cheap respirator, which is quite typical of these people. Mercenaries like this will generally operate in small groups.
@takewmalixia A simple break action dart launcher. 4 barrels, 4 trigger pulls. Fires a shell with long, discarding-sabot flechette. Very primitive by the technology in the setting but it still deadly. Most likely made by an ashlander gunsmith.
@Frederi22288783 Thanks mate. The oak leaves are just a regimental symbol. Some oak trees came with them from Earth and would have been symbolic to the area from where this fellow came. But there wouldn't be too many oak trees any more. More of an old tradition by this point.
Gryr. Weird proportions on that proper-rendered painting. Not my finest anatomy work that's for sure.
Gryr is an old Necro character and former Ordinator. Disillusioned and frightened, she abandoned the duty she was born to serve in order to pursue something she thought nobler.
Grand champion Magregol. I don't really like the decadent capitalistic aspect of how this comes across, and the type of societies this type of thing usually shows up in, since that's not the society I am portraying. But I just love unreal-running-man-tournaments.
A magistrate without his helmet. They live for approximately 300 years, and their blood is white. When they die, they reincarnate via cloning technology, and their old memories are implanted into their new brain.
In Necropolis, there are no surviving horses. Instead, dogs have been genetically modified into a sub-species called long-hounds, which fill many of the same niches horses once did. They are especially popular for traversing the difficult ashland terrain.
Part of the lifecycle of parasites is creating a brood nest. The infested creatures lie down and their mature parasites merge and form into this egg-laying creature which consumes the remains of the former host-thralls.
The Iron Forest is the name of a Red Sector which was formerly the largest provincial manufacturing hub in the world. On the surface it is a network of service trenches and dilapidated exhaust stacks. It descends deep underground and is home to many horrors.