u/pathetic-weakling

He might find it cool and enjoy the tribute, or he is insulted by the notion.

Either way I'm fucked.

*After an embarrassingly long time absent, the ratty trader finally arrives back to the New Closet on his three-wheeled wagon towed along by his trusty, roided-up rat-ogre.*

*The contents of his wagon seems to be bustling... and smelly.*

So, like my last post, I'm building these in preparation for my Crusaders to arrive. But what good is a game of Quar with only one terrain piece? So I build two more!

Thankfully, I fixed the scaling, I managed to find a HeroQuest Dwarf miniature that would work as a great substitute.

As for my commentary on the two builds, I used a Meng World War Toons KV-2 and a T-34 to help scale for Quar tractors, and I built the garage to fit. Anything equal to or smaller than an Ailthean would be able to fit semi-comfortably inside it.

And as for the generic home, it's honestly my favorite despite me having not much to say about it.

*As the rhythmic THUD of the artillery slowly drew to silence and the city before them now lay caked in thick, dark, orange fog, a harsh, vibrating whistle blew and the anxious ants and rats charged up and out of their trenches, paws and feet stampeding across the dirt and grass and into the city ruins to flush out the remaining crab defenders.*

[Just beyond the borders of the Bug-fields, a division of the Rat-Klan army stands guard. Closest to the border are a bunch of Clan-Rats and Infected alike safely huddled in a hastily-dug trench encompassing the front of their soon-to-be invasion front. Just behind the trench dots a row of improvised fox-holes and bunkers, each containing a small squad of Rangers readying themselves to fire upon any counter-attackers. And behind those is the bundle of artillery, Rat-Klan's newest weapon of war, and their crews with large crates of hollow, ceramic shells next to each one.]

*As the sun cast golden lines across the ground, the artillery commander slowly walked forward in front of the trench line, examining the land before him. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a brazen stopwatch, watching it closely. He brought up his arm, and, as the minute changed, he brought it down.*

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

*reported the artillery as each one sent a ceramic shell soaring through the heavens only to rain down on their unsuspecting targets. They wouldn't cause much structural damage, considering what they were made of, but they held a deadly payload of their own. As they collided and shattered onto the ground of the Bug Fields they released a large, billowing cloud of orange cordycep spores. The artillery crews worked on double-time as they worked to load in and fire volley after volley of this destructive payload. Soon, the air in that city would be too choked for the defender to see much of anything.*

I think it's an improvement! Would you?

Clip is from [this video](https://youtu.be/I0LdxXk\_6RQ).

Soundtrack used is Soldat by Sturmmann

*IDK, pretend your character/diplomat is eavesdropping on their convo.*

K: H-How could the crabs do such a thing?? Destroying me and my husband's house to kill my daughter?

M: It's in their nature, Krilk. Ah guess they ain't the 'good ones' like Ah thought...

K: W-What do you think we should do?

M: Wha' d'ya think were goin' do? Teach 'em a lession, that's what! They disrespected our borders 'n' tried to assassinate ya. They deserve all the punishment they can git.

K: Just promise me you'll leave Rocky out of this...

*A beat of silence.*

M: Ah'm afraid we don' have a choice in that matter...

So, as some of you in the Nation Leader GC would know, I have been working on a miniature tabletop wargame, and I am proud to announce that

IT. IS. FINALLY. FINISHED!!!

I will now be returning to the roleplay full-time now. (aside from the occasional balance patch)

https://thequestioner.itch.io/skirmish-of-servos

Are there any precedents for regular humans within Whygena's world(s)?

*Coming from the shoreline, a being of her frame and species (probably) alien to the dense foliage of the Redwoods surrounding her as she wanders aimlessly. Her fluffy fur damp to the touch as her paws nervously comb her own long ears in an attempt to calm herself; utterly oblivious to the watchers in the distance.*

(You can tell the art is old due to the rabbit in img 3)

Given the size of the vessel, it is no doubt a warship of some kind. Though there's presumably no one on board, at least, no one on deck. Not that it's easy to discern anything given the sheer distance between the island and this bizarre interloper.