Here is the template again :) Name: Sub-race: (Drone,Prince,Soldier) Weapon: (Armour is fixed as we are using Hive Expanded) Backstory: Job: (If already taken i will choose one)
Name: Molbo Sub-race: Solider Weapon: Staff Backstory: Molbo was never really well seen by their hiver brethren, being born extremely short and wider for a solider drone never really made him feel threatening to the wildlife or roamers of the royal valley and surrounding regions, regardless, this shorty solider with a wide head and circular body was really energetic and eager to help the drones even when was just supposed to be on guard duty. Because of his consistent problems, he was slowly being pushed away from the main hive, and ended up on border patrol, the kind of job the more undesirable solider drones are sent to "die for their hive". Molbo almost suceeded in dying as they wanted, his squad was attacked by a savage group of landbats, but he survived by literally whacking the remainder of the bats with the stub of his spear, which was broken during the fight. Till this day he still uses a blade-less spear as his weapon of choice, he calls it the "bonk stick" Job: Any
If everyone is making characters, I shall too. He’s name is Ronn. It would be better if he would appear a bit later in the play through. He is a scientist, and expert in robotics. Also, a really strong, and skilled warrior. Story: Ronn was one of the elite hive guards of the queen, and at the battle for the hive, he was knocked out. Then, he woke up in the cage of some sort of building. With a skeleton (the same subrace as Tinfist). Skeleton’s name was Kanh. He spoke some sort of weird, song-like language, and just the bits of it Kanh explained in common form. In about a week of imprisonment, Ronn played along, and joined Bizarre Kanh. After month of research, and raiding old ruins for artifacts, Ronn and Kanh figured out the way to reprogram the thralls from Verge. And after some collecting, about 200 weak thralls was at their disposal. Ronn wanted to leave Kanh as soon as possible, but he kinda saved he’s life. Ronn started to feel… weird about that mad skeleton. The time they spend together, and things they have achieved.. It was a lot. With that army of thralls, Kanh wanted to march to the Ashlands, to defeat “The Mad One” as Kanh said. Ronn agreed, because of the feeling that blinded him from thinking against that bizarre skeleton. In the first dome, there was how it felt endless amount of thralls, but the better armor, and Mk class weapons overthrown the ancient automatons. But the second dome… it was the home of that “mad one” that Kanh was talking about. Mad’s sword slashed trough 10 skeletons at ones, not killing them, but hitting non-lethal parts. In less than half an hour, all of the thralls were unable to fight. And Kanh.. He’s head was severed, and then crushed under Mad Emperor’s foot. He took over the control over the thralls, and tried to now kill Ronn. Ronn lost both of he’s arms, and ran as fast, and as far as possible. Leaving he’s heavy fragment axe behind. He ran, and ran, and ran. Until passed out in Stobe’s gamble. Where the lost hive found him.
Character Name: Musk Race: Southern Hive Worker Drone Armor: Iron Hat, Armored rags, Hive chainmail, Armored Rag skirt Weapons: Crossbow (I will start off with a ranger then upgrade to an Old world Bow or an Eagles Cross) and Guardless Katana Job: Hunter/Scout Backstory: When the Mist Ghouls attacked the Hive, Musk fought valiantly to defend the queen, despite being a worker drone he managed to hold his own against two Mist Ghouls before getting knocked unconscious. When he woke up a day after the battle the Queen was dead, after days of wandering the royal valley Musk would cross the Border into Tech Hunter territory, eventually reaching the City of Mourn. With his queen dead and his hive in ruin, Musk felt like he had failed his queen, so in order to cope with his loss of purpose he became an alcoholic to cope with his depression, drinking pint after pint of Grog and constantly getting into Bar fights with other Drunks and Vagrants. Despite Musk being a raging Alcoholic, he has an impressive natural agility as well as being a fast runner, making him perfect for skirmish operations when he is not sleeping in a puddle of his own piss with a stinking hangover. When Bane found him he was walking down the streets of Mourn with a bottle of grog in his hand yelling at the sky before approaching Bane and saying “Can you spare a few cats for me?” Bane told him about the plan to avenge the Queen, and told him that he can redeem himself, so the two Hiver’s left the city together to begin their mission for revenge.
Thanks for the shoutout once again! I love writing these stories for you, and hopefully they will continue to inspire and retain the quality they have had. Also, I cannot wait for more of the series, this one will be tough! Keeping Gork and Mork fed will be the true challenge, compared to anything else I feel 🤣 I hope my character fits the description, and he’ll be an interesting story for me to make, and if possible, have him have the longest arms, but extremely skinny, with a bit of a hunch, and large of course. (Kleenex him, basically. I’ve always wanted a strange looking character and Kreep fits the bill) :D Name: Kreep Race: larger, mutated hive prince. Weapons: Martial Art Backstory: Kreep is a special Hiver, in more ways than usual. For one, he always speaks in the third person, something that made everyone annoyed quickly. Another is a more… strange phenomenon. When Kreep was cut off from the pheromones of the queen, he mind shattered beyond what usally happened, and while he didn’t turn into a Fogman, he now has three voices, or personalities in his head. One, his “Normal” one, his original voice, is the one who has the most sense out of the three, and is “Smart Kreep.” Another is the “Coward Kreep.” This personality makes Kreeps paranoia, need to survive no matter what, and fear ramp up to 1,000, leading him to run away from all danger and isolate himself from the world. Then the last one. “Angry Kreep.” When this personality is in control, Kreep is in an almost completely hostile and bloodlust filled state. He will attack anyone and anything that moves, often having to be put into a cage by “Coward Kreep” and “Smart Kreep” when they felt him battling his way out. They all share his head, constantly arguing with each other and fighting over control, sometimes with changes happening hourly, sometimes weeks pass, but changes happen, and they always, always have to fight to stay in control of the poor body that Kreep has, with its skinny, to long arms and hunched back. Job: Warrior and cook :) Todays story: CK (Coward kreep): Coward feel him! Coward Kreep swears it! The angry one is coming! SK (Smart Kreep): Angry one is not coming. Angry one is still mellow. Smart still in charge. Coward stay back. Coward will not trick Smart Kreep again! AK (Angry Kreep): *Hiss* The people watched the hiver talking to himself, switching between a high voice, a lower voice, or just strait hissing. He had appeared along the outskirts of the farm in the night, spitting mad and ready to attack anyone, if he hadn’t been detained. Now, however, he seemed more… normal. SK: “I am true Kreep. True Kreep will not let you control him. I AM KREEP!” CK: “He comes! Angry one is here!” AK: *HISS* The people around jumped back as the creature, no longer seemingly in a state of mindfulness, began to attack, using its hands to claw apart the nearest thing that was breathing. The second it was dead, however, it went onto the next one, leaving the body behind. It went onwards like this for a while, and eventually everyone fled or died. The last the saw of the strange creature was it running into the brush, hissing, screaming, and dragging one of the corpses behind it. They never saw it again, and they swear it must have been their mind, only the blood stains on the ground proved them wrong the next day… Today is short, but hey, short is sometimes sweet :)
Kirk and Krik My name is Kirk, a logical and deliberate choice. The sounds in it evoke "failure" in the secret language of the hive from which I escaped. The collective mind, which once dictated our actions and feelings, grows ever more distant. My broodmate, yet unnamed, accompanies me on this journey towards the unknown. The concept of individuality is still new to us, perhaps more so to him than to me. He clings to the echo of the hive. We were workers, born to serve. Our task was to harvest grain for the princes and soldiers, the protectors of the queen. For them, ideas were permissible, even necessary. But for us, who lived on the edges of the hive, thoughts were dangerous. My brother, despite his insignificance, dared to think. He spoke of injustice, of the exploitation we accepted passively. His ideas weren’t merely dangerous; they were a direct threat to the established order. We were born from the eggs furthest from the warmth of the hive, close to the cold outer walls. Our bodies were frail, our minds... defective. Perhaps it was this coldness that condemned us to think, to question the natural order. My brother was the first to speak of rebellion, of freedom. Absurd notions, I knew, yet I could not ignore him. He claimed that the order we knew was a façade, designed to sustain only the princes. And in the end, the prince of our unit took notice. In the hive, betrayal wasn’t just a concept-it was a duty. The prince, eager for a position of prominence, denounced my brother, and soon we were captured. Our sentence would have been simple: elimination. But fate, unpredictable even to the rigid logic of the hive, intervened. Creatures, voracious and unstoppable, attacked. They were outside the system, beyond the hive's logic. In mere moments, the balance of the collective mind was shattered, and the queen-killed. Her absence felt like the extinguishing of a star. And we ran-not out of fear, but from the void left behind. A void no longer filled by purpose. Now, we wander aimlessly, observing the surviving prince. He too runs, searching for meaning now lost. My brother and I follow in his tracks, battling hunger, exhaustion, and despair. All of this seems impossible to endure without the collective mind. Yet here we are, individual beings, with names that carry the weight of our failure. Krik. He chose that name, a simple reflection of mine. Will the prince, now alone, accept us as individuals? The collective mind has ended, but can something new emerge? Perhaps individuality is not an error, but an evolution. As we await an answer, the emotions we feel are as new as the names we have given ourselves. Hunger, fury, fear-human sentiments, profane to the hive's logic. But in the end, are we not all simply tools of a larger system, condemned either to evolve or to perish?
Name: Haze Sub Race: Soldier Weapon: any polearm Backstory: Haze was a young soldier drone, still learning to master his polearm. He was always eager to prove himself volunteering for any patrol or guard duty he could. He wanted nothing more than to become one of the elite. To fight alongside the warrior gods Gork and Mork. Little did he know that day was sooner than expected. The mist ghouls decided on the hive like tornado. Haze came charging out of the resting nest to a blood bath like no other. Fear struck the young soldier and he froze. Bodies of his fellow hivers everywhere. Some being eaten alive. He was snapped out of his paralysis when Gork and Mork came charging through the waves of ghouls sending them flying as if they were weightless. In that moment Haze felt unstoppable fighting behind the two gods forging a path to the queen. However his inexperience caused an almost fatal mistake. The young soldier had his back to the gods keeping the ghouls at bay when everything went black. He was two close to the mighty warriors and was hit in the back of the head as one of the warriors cleaved through several ghouls. When Haze awoke he was attached to a pole and there were screams everywhere. As he came to his senses he realized his connection to the queen was gone. Hopeless filled his body and his will to live left…until a new connection was made. The warriors gods called out to any hivers that could feel their presence. We are alive. We want revenge. And the prince named Bane was leading them. Come to us. Rally those that remain. For the queen! In that Moment Haze was filled with hope and strength. The binding holding him to the pole was like paper. He was free. And he was sprinting to the warrior gods. Sprinting to Bane
Name: Grim Sub-race: Prince Weapon: Axe/Scythe or 2 handed sword Job: You would know best Backstory: (I had to use a ai to compose my ideas I apologize in advance this is my first time.) Backstory of Grim the Hive Prince Character: Grim is a tall, imposing figure, his chitinous exoskeleton glistening like obsidian under the pale moonlight. As a Hive Prince, he possesses an innate connection to the larger Hive consciousness, feeling the pulse of emotions and thoughts from his fellow Hivers. Grim carries a sense of burden and pride for his royal lineage, but deep-seated guilt gnaws at him for the choices he made and their dire consequences. Motivation and Goals: Initially motivated by a sense of duty and ambition, Grim's primary goal was to seek power and reputation as a Hive Prince. However, his encounter with the young queen, whom he saved from certain death, redefined his motivations. He began to aspire not just for the strength of his Hive but for the survival and wellbeing of those he came to care for. After the tragic loss of his village, his motivations shifted dramatically. What began as a quest for protection and safety morphed into a singular obsession for revenge. Grim's new goal is to uncover the truth behind the tragedy that befell his village and to seek vengeance against those responsible, even if it means tearing down the foundations of everything he once held dear. Significant Events: The Queen's Rejection: Grim's life takes a dramatic turn when he encounters the young queen, cruelly cast out from the Hive. This pivotal moment triggers a transformation in his character, solidifying his resolve to care for those he sees as helpless. The Village in the Spider Plains: Grim and the queen’s effort to establish a village represented hope and a new beginning for the outcasts. Together, they create a community where the Hivers could thrive and find refuge, but it is short-lived. The Caravan to Shark: This mission for supplies highlights the fragility of their newfound peace. Encountering strange behavior among his fellow Hivers marks the turning point where Grim’s world begins to unravel. The Night of Betrayal: The sudden upheaval within the caravan-nocturnal departures and violent outbursts-demonstrates a breakdown of trust within Grim’s ranks and foreshadows the impending chaos in his life. The Bloodied Return: Grim's frantic return to the village, only to find devastation, crystallizes his trauma and guilt over his perceived failures as a leader and protector. This event drives him deeper into his quest for revenge. Relationships: The Young Queen: Their relationship was initially one of protector and protected, blossoming into a deeper bond of love and respect. The loss of the queen haunts Grim, serving as both a source of motivation and a reminder of his failure. Fellow Hivers: These relationships shift dramatically throughout the story, from camaraderie to betrayal. Grim once regarded them as family, but post-tragedy, he views them with suspicion and resentment, particularly those who survived the caravan. The Hive Collective: As a Hive Prince, Grim feels an intrinsic connection to the Hive’s Will. However, after the events unfold, he increasingly feels isolated and disconnects from the Hive, viewing it as flawed. Thank you for giving me a chance and great video as always keep it up brother!
(Very awesome! Glad to see this new series up and starting! Heheheheh, and yes, I got the Gork and Mork reference immediately, I smirked. Also, very much like the idea of using Gorillos, really leaning into the Southern Hive thematics. And quite looking forward to seeing the new armor to, I'm not familiar with this mod. Heheheh, and you're right, that island did look like a face! Neat little thing to notice. Looks like an interesting base location, I'll be intrigued to see Hive style popping up, leaning into the themes, especially with all the ruins and scrap around, kind of fits them I think. And I've given my Hiver, Scalpel, a backstory that I think also doubles as a good first entry to his story, I tried to leave room for him to either be recruited or continue his story for an interesting bit if he's not. Either way, a lovely start, and I hope you enjoy! Also, this one will be a challenge for me to write and play I think, so I'm looking forward to that to.) Name: Scalpel Sub-race: Drone Weapon: Saber Type (Something with high bleed and good defense!) Backstory: Scalpel has always been strange for a Hive Drone. From the first day of his emergence he came out... 'odd'. Intelligent. Curious. With the kind of mind that found itself fascinated in something besides his assigned tasks. High intelligence was usually reserved for Princes, who needed that and greater independence to operate away from the Hive, but somehow, this Drone showed himself to be far more intelligent than was typical of his kind. And with a very particular obsession. While Scalpel attended to whatever tasks he was given, he held them in no actual regard. What he felt, was a deep fascination with life, and it's mechanisms. Plants, food, limbs, meat, blood. Hiver, gorillo, human, shek. The organization and nature of life, fascinated him. The evidence of it, the different kinds of it, the structure by which it worked. He once cut open a human's arm from remains left behind by The King, to try to examine it's internal workings. It fascinated him. Unfortunately, Drones like Scalpel, when they were created were deemed 'wrong'. He was too smart, too focused on his obsessions, not focused enough on his labor roles. Like a number of Hivers before him who were somehow 'defective', he was exiled from the Southern Hives into the Faraway. Away from his Queen. That was the only aspect of it that 'hurt'. Being separated from his Queen, the biological need to be of service to her deeply ingrained. That ache never did heal. Away from the Hive, he did not seem to go mad. At least, not moreso than he already had been, and wandered into a human territory. Humans were very violent, and tended to kill one another with surprising frequency. It gave him plenty of opportunities to examine the workings of human body mechanisms, figure out the intricacies of their life, test the flaws in their limbs and dissected and dismembered pieces. It was when he found one that was still alive, a human of what he would learn was called the "female" caste, that he realized he had an equal fascination in putting together the flawed, damaged body parts, until they could function again. The examinations of previous human corpses rendered this a surprisingly easy task. This human seemed incredibly grateful to him, for some reason. It appeared humans appreciated being fixed. The human brought him to some place called "Spring" and referred to herself as "Big Bo", and her Hive as something called "The Anti-Slavers". He had heard that humans appreciated names, but he had not previously understood the significance of that. And it was not just humans. Apparently, Shek, and Skeletons, also made great use of names. In fact, the Anti-Slaver Hive's Queen was a skeleton referred to as "Tin-Fist". It was all very fascinating, though not as fascinating as examining the inner workings of a gorillo's left arm. Or a human's foot. Or a shek's skull. But still, it was interesting. The Anti-Slaver Hive chose to take him in to serve their Hive, so long as he "fixed" the ones who were brought to him. He found this to be incredibly beneficial, and greatly enjoyed the process of piecing together life from his previous examinations. They seemed less infused about his examinations of the dead ones, and cutting them open to examine their insides. He did not understand that, but some got very angry early on. Eventually, the Anti-Slaver Hive seemed to accept it, and he learned that he had received a name from them. Scalpel. Scalpel did not count how long he was with the Anti-Slavers. Only recorded and noted the bodies, the changes, the fixings, the dissections. He found himself having surprisingly... pleasant talks with some members of that Hive. Big Bo, Jaeger, and some others. But for the most part, Scalpel was content to perform his fixings and examinations, indulging in his labor of fascination. And then IT happened. He felt IT. And it tore him to his core. The Queen had died. He dropped to the floor and curled into himself. And he remained that way, even as others moved him to a bed himself, as though he needed to be fixed. But he did need to be fixed. But he couldn't be fixed. The Queen was dead. That part of him she had occupied, was gone. He could never be whole. His mind swam into itself, and hated itself. He didn't know how long. He stopped counting. But then it clicked. Something, in his mind, 'flipped' a switch. And he understood the solution. The Queen was broken. She needed to be fixed. He rose from the bed, to the surprise of the other fixers, and began to leave. He gathered what he needed, his supplies, and began to leave the Anti-Slaver Hive. But he stopped for a moment. To speak to Big Bo. The human he had become most... 'fond' of. He stopped and spoke to her. Because she needed it, she deserved it, and he explained as best he could. "The Queen is broken. I need to fix her. She must be fixed." He explained. He hoped she understood. Humans were hard sometimes. But he explained. And then... he left. He needed to. He had to find her, the Queen. Fix her. He had to... And so Scalpel departed on his journey. Searching for the Queen so he could fix her. His march single-minded and focused, not aware of others gathering. Not aware of Bane, his mission of vengeance, and how their fates would be intertwined. Job: Doctor/Medic
Name: Rue Sub-race: Southern Hive Soldier Armour: Hive Soldier Plate Armour, plated drifter's leather pants, Blackend hive chainmail, (and if possible, the plated hive longboots from the mod Mogwai Hive Footwear pls :) ) Weapon: Hives Expanded saber (sorry forgot it's name) Job: Armoursmith and/or guard. Backstory: Rue was a fervient soldier of the Queen, but not a follower of the necessity of King's sacrifices. As such, Rue worked hard and gained the favour of a prince to be appointed as a guard at a hiver-claimed armoury, apart from the obligatory blood sacrifices. There Rue worked hard not only as a guard fending off wildlife, but also at discovering the wonders of the treasured inside Rue's workplace, who helped Rue master the arts of smithing; however, Rue was shunned by Rue's fellow hivers, who deemed smithing a labor of a lower class. And so, with a backpack with a set of hive armour, a saber and a katana-type weapon, Rue set afoot outside the Hiver-claimed armoury for the closest hive village, to find a purpose. After some days walking on the road, the worst happened: Rue lost connection with the Queen! Wandering as a lost one, Rue soon (or not so soon?) encountered a prince and two Praetorians, who told Rue the grim reality: the Queen was dead! Still a lost hive, Rue followed the trio until soon regained Rue-self; at that moment, Rue called them companions, modified the armour in Rue's backpack to fit a Praetorian, and set off with them, who welcomed Rue's smithing and fighting skills.
Hell yeah, I've had a hive only game going on and off for a long time and I loved every second of it! Sooo rewarding to get a hive going, especially when it's used as a battering ram to crack open the Holy Nation
just subbed but watched many of your past series. Name: Master Diini Sub-race: Soldier Weapon: Martial artist Armour: you choose Backstory: Master Diini ran a Dojo within a small hive community near the Holly nation borders and his students dared to stand up to holy nation. One day they beat up a group of Holy servants who forayed into his village. one of the students committed the ultimate sacrilege insulting Okran by comparing him to Garru ish. The holly nation sent a large army that laid waste to his village and slaughtered all the inhabitants, Master Diini was escaped the carnage as he was away at the time seeking new knowledge at the Martial arts village. He since developed an intense, uncontrollable hatred for the Holly nation and all who associate with them Job: you choose
*Name:* Iren *Sub-race:* western Drone (got confused and lost because of his low intelligence and some how joined the southern hive) *Clothing:* leather hive shirt and Cargo pants *Weapon:* Iron Club (its like a pickaxe handle) *Backstory:* Loop is just your average drone who knows nothing except the mines. Due to his lack of intelligence, he never realized the queen had died, so he continues doing the one thing he is good at. *Job:* Mining
Name: Kang Sub-race: Solider Weapon: Naginata Backstory: He wasnt just normal hive solider. He was smart, very good fighter and very big and strong for a hive solider . Thanks to that he became one of 13 elite droneguards. Thanks to his unquestionable loyalty queen didnt care that he had more free will that other hive soliders but of course preatorian guards were making sure he is loyal and any mistake would lead to his death.When battle happened he was last elite guard that stayed alive during battle. While battle was happening everyone he tried to escort queen out of hive but few of Mist ghouls caught them. After long fight he killed them all. He looked at queen to help her stand up and move but while he did that one of mist ghouls stabbed him in back. He fell on his knees and then he fell to ground. Last thing he saw was his queen getting attacked by one mist ghoul. Once he woke up after battle he was badly hurt. First thing he saw was his queen dead body. He patched himself up and looked for other hivers in destroyed hive colony. After while he took some supplies and left destroyed hive. Before he left he went to queen dead body and hid here so noone except hivers can find here dead body. Now he is wandering in old lands of great southern hive. He is looking for hivers who survived this slaughter. Job: Personal guard
oh, hey its finally here, now time to add a character in? urge to bring back the fog boy, rissingXD eh, screw it bring in howl. Name: Howl Race;death hive Subrace: prince weapon: katana group Background, either nabed by the Reavers or the overall distance form the fog actually cleared its brains enought, if the second maybe add some sob tale about the fall of the northern hive, and insight on the thing screaming amongs the fog Job: violence and sneaking
Name: Nemo Sub-race: Prince Equipment: Light Armour weapon:crossbow Job: tradesman/thief Backstory: was out of the hive to steal tech blooprints for the hive.
Name: Truth Sub-race: Dead hive Solider Weapon: Heavy Weapon or Hackers, honestly any high strength weapons. Job: Fighter Backstory: Mongrel doesn't take too kindly on fogmen but when you see one that can talk and help escort escaped servant into the city you learn to make an exception or two, doesn't hurt that he'll gladly help defend the town against his kins. When asked what make him so difference from the others he simply replied "I saw the Truth" and in service to that Truth he took one last look at Mongrel before walking pass the gate for the last time.
@@patostrophia2948Thanks, I’m just happy that you didn’t instantly rejected the idea. I believe relationships wise you aren’t currently hostile to Mongrel as you are with everyone else so if you want you could hold back Truth introduced until you first arrive there.
Here we go!! I hope you still have that Hiver Character i created for this ^^ Vax surely can be of a lot service if he can survive for long enoth as the normal drone he's gonna be ^^
Hello. I’m new her but I would like to join. I don’t know much about kenshi lore so please correct me if I get anything wrong. - My name is Elijah I am from a small tribe of hivers who were cut off from their queen a long time ago. We managed to scrape by fairly well and even started to build a home for ourselves. But one day the same beasts who killed the queen ambushed me and my tribe and nearly wiped us all out. I managed to flee to a neutral human settlement but I’m not sure if anyone else in my tribe survived. I was taken in by a kind group of humans who became my family. They are the ones who gave me my name: Elijah. Since then I have been honing my body. Training with a sword so that if anyone tries to threaten my family I can protect them. I have heard of this prince who is on a journey to slay the same beasts who killed my friends. I would happily join his cause in a heartbeat if he would have me. Only one way to find out I suppose.
I thought I be thork but be mork well Mirko gone or kidnapping I gonna Change story thork and mork as my character without Mirko permission oh bc I was naive that why I put thork story very ugly I gonna change as soon: story of thork and mork they born as twin thork was always kind and gentle with hiver expect mork he always be arrogant and trash talk he was a child after all two of them grow up now two of them were soldier hiver take orders from second queen thork the acted kinda and two face and mork the devil and cunning fox and a tyrant warrior and gone his arrogant due to lose to the soldier hiver name veno he thought he was stronger no he lost to veno he realized the arrogant lose fast than it seem thork and mork take a mission and guard second queen 80 year later thork and mork now a praetorian hiver thork and mork become the royal guard of second queen than queen call thork and mork two of them come the second queen give them a helmet hiver second queen said go to nest :two of them are confused but skill go with out a question: queen said take care take care the child they meet bane for first time bane age is 5 year old who is not favorite by first queen expect second queen thork and mork take care bane second queen know why they need a helmet so bane can't remember them after 16 year later bane is 21 year old bane go to travel for make his map bane is a genius prince hiver thork and mork got a title thork: the great sword of hiver Mork: scythe reaper of war: two of them spend many year later protect second queen than 100 year will be the end of second queen faction thork and mork talk about their childhood than they hear something they go outside they see 1000 of enemy charge to our gate we hit bell of hiver reinforcement we notice we have 228 soidler hiver but we don't care we said go to second queen kingdom and defend we go there than we stand until we saw 5000 enemy coming behind 1000 of enemy we not sacred of dying and charge them after 10 hour there only 3000 enemy and 100 soidler thork lost a arm and I not lost but enemy take out a crossbow than we panic and said hiden from cross bow but it too later we saw 100 of brother got shot and die in front we were trauma to see brother protect us thork and mork hold his tear they skill reinforcement will arrive until they pull out head of our reinforcement we were just in shock t well it seem like this is it for us thork mork said yeah but this is our final battle thork so they charge enemy they keep fight forever mork lost a arm one hour later enemy chop off thork leg and the armour and weapon were shattered second queen want help but she die to the leader thork and mork are even more trauma mork shot in head thork got hit by a jitte 3000 of enemy finally go thork and mork woke up saw all brother body were on fire they hold out their emotions until bane hear something hey royal guard tell me what happened bane said they notice two of them were traumatic than looks at bane the enemy whip us out two of said who are they bane said but thork and mork don't want to tell the truth they know we weak I know I'm not that strong but look bane: take out the blueprint and second queen weapon thork and mork is happy about that mork said we need to escape but we can't go to southern base bc first queen dislike bane bane was her son bc bane have weak body and always be sick all time thork said we can explore outside of world bane said both of them agree after explore the find the perfect base bane tell the thork and mork to miner ore second order is hunt down the bat two of them spit up one do miner and one hunt down the beast after few day they finally build the base than they find something :trip it was new recruits: story end finally change this story
What is the Reason for the awful, very anoying Intro? No Offence intended and I am sorry, but ...why? It gives "Reality TV" bad acting Vibes (to me). Since I like the Rest of your Videos, I'd like to understand why the Intros are the way they are...
My guess is that you are Not realy into roleplaying Which is fine. Most of the people have subbed to me for that reason. How this reminds you of reality TV i do Not Unterstand since its storytelling haha! Sorry you feel that was :)
@patostrophia2948 well... my English is not that good. I'll try to explain it anyways : Roleplay to me is like acting and a deepend Voice with a lot of Pathos is fine sometimes, but not every Time... if I'd not think that there is more Potential I would have remain'd silent, your Ideas and the Videos themselfs are good though. In Germany ,where I live, there are (or was?not watching it myself) those mid day Reality TV Shows for unimployed ppl with bad "Actors" overpronouncing their Lines, don't know how to explain that further, thank you for answering btw, I guess it's not that big of a Deal, just thought to give some constructive critic or something,anyways...😅
@@JulioMartinez-lm9tr Also ich weiß was du damit meinst, wie gesagt :D Das du das mit "AssiTV" vergleichst find ich jedoch sehr schade :( wenn ich denke was die so vom Stapel lassen lol. Aber ich bin ja immer offen für Kritik, ich weiß halt nicht genau wie ich das Ändern soll. Es is halt Storytelling aus der sicht eines Erzählers. Manchmal erzähl ich die Geschichte aus der Sicht eines Characters, manchmal als Story Teller. Rycon macht das zum Beispiel auch. Ich versteh halt den Bezug nicht wenn ich jetzt An Dome oder Psycho Andreas denke, frag ich mich wie ich da Reinpasse xD Aber Gut, jeder nimmt das anders auf, du kannst mir ja auf Deutsch Erklären wie ich mich verbessern könnte. bin da gerne offen für Neues :)
@patostrophia2948 wie gesagt: Ich finde die Videos klasse, nur die Intros sind nicht wirklich mein Ding. Frei nach dem Motto ist weniger manchmal mehr. D&D Rollenspiel war früher mein Ding, daher bin ich wahrscheinlich ein bisschen überkritisch... vielleicht hatte ich auch einfach nur nen schlechten Tag oder so, aber die Unit 707 war die beste "Skeleton only" Serie, die ich gefunden hatte...ich glaub einfach da geht mehr😅
@patostrophia2948 Vieleicht ein Fallbespiel noch(sorry, wenn ich nerve):Als der Hiver Prince ins Dorf zurück kommt und seinen Stamm, seine Königin, seine ganze Welt sozusagen, in Trümmern vorfindet wird er erstmal fassungslos, niedergeschlagen und verstört sein (also mehr Betonung ob derTragik des Scenarios oder so ähnlich) , die Wut kommt später... viel später (und woher weiß er, wer angegriffen hat?)Morg & Gorg sind ne sehr lustige Idee , Warhammer 40k passt zu Kenshi wie Arsch auf Eimer😄
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Love finding new Kenshi TH-camrs.
And i love that people find my Kenshi content
Here is the template again :)
Name:
Sub-race: (Drone,Prince,Soldier)
Weapon:
(Armour is fixed as we are using Hive Expanded)
Backstory:
Job: (If already taken i will choose one)
Name: Molbo
Sub-race: Solider
Weapon: Staff
Backstory: Molbo was never really well seen by their hiver brethren, being born extremely short and wider for a solider drone never really made him feel threatening to the wildlife or roamers of the royal valley and surrounding regions, regardless, this shorty solider with a wide head and circular body was really energetic and eager to help the drones even when was just supposed to be on guard duty.
Because of his consistent problems, he was slowly being pushed away from the main hive, and ended up on border patrol, the kind of job the more undesirable solider drones are sent to "die for their hive". Molbo almost suceeded in dying as they wanted, his squad was attacked by a savage group of landbats, but he survived by literally whacking the remainder of the bats with the stub of his spear, which was broken during the fight. Till this day he still uses a blade-less spear as his weapon of choice, he calls it the "bonk stick"
Job: Any
@@CoqueiroLendario Molbo is a short king 🤴 💪
SHORT KING LETS GOOO!
If everyone is making characters, I shall too. He’s name is Ronn. It would be better if he would appear a bit later in the play through. He is a scientist, and expert in robotics. Also, a really strong, and skilled warrior. Story: Ronn was one of the elite hive guards of the queen, and at the battle for the hive, he was knocked out. Then, he woke up in the cage of some sort of building. With a skeleton (the same subrace as Tinfist). Skeleton’s name was Kanh. He spoke some sort of weird, song-like language, and just the bits of it Kanh explained in common form. In about a week of imprisonment, Ronn played along, and joined Bizarre Kanh. After month of research, and raiding old ruins for artifacts, Ronn and Kanh figured out the way to reprogram the thralls from Verge. And after some collecting, about 200 weak thralls was at their disposal. Ronn wanted to leave Kanh as soon as possible, but he kinda saved he’s life. Ronn started to feel… weird about that mad skeleton. The time they spend together, and things they have achieved.. It was a lot. With that army of thralls, Kanh wanted to march to the Ashlands, to defeat “The Mad One” as Kanh said. Ronn agreed, because of the feeling that blinded him from thinking against that bizarre skeleton. In the first dome, there was how it felt endless amount of thralls, but the better armor, and Mk class weapons overthrown the ancient automatons. But the second dome… it was the home of that “mad one” that Kanh was talking about. Mad’s sword slashed trough 10 skeletons at ones, not killing them, but hitting non-lethal parts. In less than half an hour, all of the thralls were unable to fight. And Kanh.. He’s head was severed, and then crushed under Mad Emperor’s foot. He took over the control over the thralls, and tried to now kill Ronn. Ronn lost both of he’s arms, and ran as fast, and as far as possible. Leaving he’s heavy fragment axe behind. He ran, and ran, and ran. Until passed out in Stobe’s gamble. Where the lost hive found him.
Alrighty ill add you later! glad ,you joined in :)
@@patostrophia2948 YUPPIE
Character Name: Musk
Race: Southern Hive Worker Drone
Armor: Iron Hat, Armored rags, Hive chainmail, Armored Rag skirt
Weapons: Crossbow (I will start off with a ranger then upgrade to an Old world Bow or an Eagles Cross) and Guardless Katana
Job: Hunter/Scout
Backstory: When the Mist Ghouls attacked the Hive, Musk fought valiantly to defend the queen, despite being a worker drone he managed to hold his own against two Mist Ghouls before getting knocked unconscious. When he woke up a day after the battle the Queen was dead, after days of wandering the royal valley Musk would cross the Border into Tech Hunter territory, eventually reaching the City of Mourn.
With his queen dead and his hive in ruin, Musk felt like he had failed his queen, so in order to cope with his loss of purpose he became an alcoholic to cope with his depression, drinking pint after pint of Grog and constantly getting into Bar fights with other Drunks and Vagrants.
Despite Musk being a raging Alcoholic, he has an impressive natural agility as well as being a fast runner, making him perfect for skirmish operations when he is not sleeping in a puddle of his own piss with a stinking hangover.
When Bane found him he was walking down the streets of Mourn with a bottle of grog in his hand yelling at the sky before approaching Bane and saying “Can you spare a few cats for me?”
Bane told him about the plan to avenge the Queen, and told him that he can redeem himself, so the two Hiver’s left the city together to begin their mission for revenge.
Lets goooooooO! cant wait to get Musk into the game!
25:22 Ambatukam
bruh i knew i should have cut that down lol
Let's the ork WIN
ARGHHHH!
Thanks for the shoutout once again! I love writing these stories for you, and hopefully they will continue to inspire and retain the quality they have had.
Also, I cannot wait for more of the series, this one will be tough! Keeping Gork and Mork fed will be the true challenge, compared to anything else I feel 🤣
I hope my character fits the description, and he’ll be an interesting story for me to make, and if possible, have him have the longest arms, but extremely skinny, with a bit of a hunch, and large of course. (Kleenex him, basically. I’ve always wanted a strange looking character and Kreep fits the bill) :D
Name: Kreep
Race: larger, mutated hive prince.
Weapons: Martial Art
Backstory: Kreep is a special Hiver, in more ways than usual. For one, he always speaks in the third person, something that made everyone annoyed quickly. Another is a more… strange phenomenon. When Kreep was cut off from the pheromones of the queen, he mind shattered beyond what usally happened, and while he didn’t turn into a Fogman, he now has three voices, or personalities in his head. One, his “Normal” one, his original voice, is the one who has the most sense out of the three, and is “Smart Kreep.” Another is the “Coward Kreep.” This personality makes Kreeps paranoia, need to survive no matter what, and fear ramp up to 1,000, leading him to run away from all danger and isolate himself from the world. Then the last one. “Angry Kreep.” When this personality is in control, Kreep is in an almost completely hostile and bloodlust filled state. He will attack anyone and anything that moves, often having to be put into a cage by “Coward Kreep” and “Smart Kreep” when they felt him battling his way out. They all share his head, constantly arguing with each other and fighting over control, sometimes with changes happening hourly, sometimes weeks pass, but changes happen, and they always, always have to fight to stay in control of the poor body that Kreep has, with its skinny, to long arms and hunched back.
Job: Warrior and cook :)
Todays story:
CK (Coward kreep): Coward feel him! Coward Kreep swears it! The angry one is coming!
SK (Smart Kreep): Angry one is not coming. Angry one is still mellow. Smart still in charge. Coward stay back. Coward will not trick Smart Kreep again!
AK (Angry Kreep): *Hiss*
The people watched the hiver talking to himself, switching between a high voice, a lower voice, or just strait hissing. He had appeared along the outskirts of the farm in the night, spitting mad and ready to attack anyone, if he hadn’t been detained. Now, however, he seemed more… normal.
SK: “I am true Kreep. True Kreep will not let you control him. I AM KREEP!”
CK: “He comes! Angry one is here!”
AK: *HISS*
The people around jumped back as the creature, no longer seemingly in a state of mindfulness, began to attack, using its hands to claw apart the nearest thing that was breathing. The second it was dead, however, it went onto the next one, leaving the body behind. It went onwards like this for a while, and eventually everyone fled or died. The last the saw of the strange creature was it running into the brush, hissing, screaming, and dragging one of the corpses behind it. They never saw it again, and they swear it must have been their mind, only the blood stains on the ground proved them wrong the next day…
Today is short, but hey, short is sometimes sweet :)
Heyoooo Joseph!!! So glad to have you with me again
Kirk and Krik
My name is Kirk, a logical and deliberate choice. The sounds in it evoke "failure" in the secret language of the hive from which I escaped. The collective mind, which once dictated our actions and feelings, grows ever more distant. My broodmate, yet unnamed, accompanies me on this journey towards the unknown. The concept of individuality is still new to us, perhaps more so to him than to me. He clings to the echo of the hive.
We were workers, born to serve. Our task was to harvest grain for the princes and soldiers, the protectors of the queen. For them, ideas were permissible, even necessary. But for us, who lived on the edges of the hive, thoughts were dangerous. My brother, despite his insignificance, dared to think. He spoke of injustice, of the exploitation we accepted passively. His ideas weren’t merely dangerous; they were a direct threat to the established order.
We were born from the eggs furthest from the warmth of the hive, close to the cold outer walls. Our bodies were frail, our minds... defective. Perhaps it was this coldness that condemned us to think, to question the natural order. My brother was the first to speak of rebellion, of freedom. Absurd notions, I knew, yet I could not ignore him. He claimed that the order we knew was a façade, designed to sustain only the princes. And in the end, the prince of our unit took notice.
In the hive, betrayal wasn’t just a concept-it was a duty. The prince, eager for a position of prominence, denounced my brother, and soon we were captured. Our sentence would have been simple: elimination. But fate, unpredictable even to the rigid logic of the hive, intervened.
Creatures, voracious and unstoppable, attacked. They were outside the system, beyond the hive's logic. In mere moments, the balance of the collective mind was shattered, and the queen-killed. Her absence felt like the extinguishing of a star. And we ran-not out of fear, but from the void left behind. A void no longer filled by purpose.
Now, we wander aimlessly, observing the surviving prince. He too runs, searching for meaning now lost. My brother and I follow in his tracks, battling hunger, exhaustion, and despair. All of this seems impossible to endure without the collective mind. Yet here we are, individual beings, with names that carry the weight of our failure.
Krik. He chose that name, a simple reflection of mine. Will the prince, now alone, accept us as individuals? The collective mind has ended, but can something new emerge? Perhaps individuality is not an error, but an evolution.
As we await an answer, the emotions we feel are as new as the names we have given ourselves. Hunger, fury, fear-human sentiments, profane to the hive's logic. But in the end, are we not all simply tools of a larger system, condemned either to evolve or to perish?
Lets gooo enio! thanks for joining in again :)
Name: Haze
Sub Race: Soldier
Weapon: any polearm
Backstory: Haze was a young soldier drone, still learning to master his polearm. He was always eager to prove himself volunteering for any patrol or guard duty he could. He wanted nothing more than to become one of the elite. To fight alongside the warrior gods Gork and Mork. Little did he know that day was sooner than expected. The mist ghouls decided on the hive like tornado. Haze came charging out of the resting nest to a blood bath like no other. Fear struck the young soldier and he froze. Bodies of his fellow hivers everywhere. Some being eaten alive. He was snapped out of his paralysis when Gork and Mork came charging through the waves of ghouls sending them flying as if they were weightless. In that moment Haze felt unstoppable fighting behind the two gods forging a path to the queen. However his inexperience caused an almost fatal mistake. The young soldier had his back to the gods keeping the ghouls at bay when everything went black. He was two close to the mighty warriors and was hit in the back of the head as one of the warriors cleaved through several ghouls.
When Haze awoke he was attached to a pole and there were screams everywhere. As he came to his senses he realized his connection to the queen was gone. Hopeless filled his body and his will to live left…until a new connection was made. The warriors gods called out to any hivers that could feel their presence. We are alive. We want revenge. And the prince named Bane was leading them. Come to us. Rally those that remain. For the queen!
In that Moment Haze was filled with hope and strength. The binding holding him to the pole was like paper. He was free. And he was sprinting to the warrior gods. Sprinting to Bane
Welcome to the Hive Brother!
Name: Grim
Sub-race: Prince
Weapon: Axe/Scythe or 2 handed sword
Job: You would know best
Backstory: (I had to use a ai to compose my ideas I apologize in advance this is my first time.)
Backstory of Grim the Hive Prince
Character:
Grim is a tall, imposing figure, his chitinous exoskeleton glistening like obsidian under the pale moonlight. As a Hive Prince, he possesses an innate connection to the larger Hive consciousness, feeling the pulse of emotions and thoughts from his fellow Hivers. Grim carries a sense of burden and pride for his royal lineage, but deep-seated guilt gnaws at him for the choices he made and their dire consequences.
Motivation and Goals:
Initially motivated by a sense of duty and ambition, Grim's primary goal was to seek power and reputation as a Hive Prince. However, his encounter with the young queen, whom he saved from certain death, redefined his motivations. He began to aspire not just for the strength of his Hive but for the survival and wellbeing of those he came to care for. After the tragic loss of his village, his motivations shifted dramatically. What began as a quest for protection and safety morphed into a singular obsession for revenge. Grim's new goal is to uncover the truth behind the tragedy that befell his village and to seek vengeance against those responsible, even if it means tearing down the foundations of everything he once held dear.
Significant Events:
The Queen's Rejection: Grim's life takes a dramatic turn when he encounters the young queen, cruelly cast out from the Hive. This pivotal moment triggers a transformation in his character, solidifying his resolve to care for those he sees as helpless.
The Village in the Spider Plains: Grim and the queen’s effort to establish a village represented hope and a new beginning for the outcasts. Together, they create a community where the Hivers could thrive and find refuge, but it is short-lived.
The Caravan to Shark: This mission for supplies highlights the fragility of their newfound peace. Encountering strange behavior among his fellow Hivers marks the turning point where Grim’s world begins to unravel.
The Night of Betrayal: The sudden upheaval within the caravan-nocturnal departures and violent outbursts-demonstrates a breakdown of trust within Grim’s ranks and foreshadows the impending chaos in his life.
The Bloodied Return: Grim's frantic return to the village, only to find devastation, crystallizes his trauma and guilt over his perceived failures as a leader and protector. This event drives him deeper into his quest for revenge.
Relationships:
The Young Queen: Their relationship was initially one of protector and protected, blossoming into a deeper bond of love and respect. The loss of the queen haunts Grim, serving as both a source of motivation and a reminder of his failure.
Fellow Hivers: These relationships shift dramatically throughout the story, from camaraderie to betrayal. Grim once regarded them as family, but post-tragedy, he views them with suspicion and resentment, particularly those who survived the caravan.
The Hive Collective: As a Hive Prince, Grim feels an intrinsic connection to the Hive’s Will. However, after the events unfold, he increasingly feels isolated and disconnects from the Hive, viewing it as flawed.
Thank you for giving me a chance and great video as always keep it up brother!
Drama story 👀 I'm into drama manhwa manga movie series if I see drama story I gotta read this
@@sim_meng_hong Lol thank you this is my first time writing anything so thank you :D
Awesome backstory! Glad you decided to join in :)
(Very awesome! Glad to see this new series up and starting! Heheheheh, and yes, I got the Gork and Mork reference immediately, I smirked. Also, very much like the idea of using Gorillos, really leaning into the Southern Hive thematics. And quite looking forward to seeing the new armor to, I'm not familiar with this mod. Heheheh, and you're right, that island did look like a face! Neat little thing to notice. Looks like an interesting base location, I'll be intrigued to see Hive style popping up, leaning into the themes, especially with all the ruins and scrap around, kind of fits them I think. And I've given my Hiver, Scalpel, a backstory that I think also doubles as a good first entry to his story, I tried to leave room for him to either be recruited or continue his story for an interesting bit if he's not. Either way, a lovely start, and I hope you enjoy! Also, this one will be a challenge for me to write and play I think, so I'm looking forward to that to.)
Name: Scalpel
Sub-race: Drone
Weapon: Saber Type (Something with high bleed and good defense!)
Backstory: Scalpel has always been strange for a Hive Drone. From the first day of his emergence he came out... 'odd'. Intelligent. Curious. With the kind of mind that found itself fascinated in something besides his assigned tasks. High intelligence was usually reserved for Princes, who needed that and greater independence to operate away from the Hive, but somehow, this Drone showed himself to be far more intelligent than was typical of his kind. And with a very particular obsession.
While Scalpel attended to whatever tasks he was given, he held them in no actual regard. What he felt, was a deep fascination with life, and it's mechanisms. Plants, food, limbs, meat, blood. Hiver, gorillo, human, shek. The organization and nature of life, fascinated him. The evidence of it, the different kinds of it, the structure by which it worked. He once cut open a human's arm from remains left behind by The King, to try to examine it's internal workings. It fascinated him.
Unfortunately, Drones like Scalpel, when they were created were deemed 'wrong'. He was too smart, too focused on his obsessions, not focused enough on his labor roles. Like a number of Hivers before him who were somehow 'defective', he was exiled from the Southern Hives into the Faraway. Away from his Queen. That was the only aspect of it that 'hurt'. Being separated from his Queen, the biological need to be of service to her deeply ingrained. That ache never did heal.
Away from the Hive, he did not seem to go mad. At least, not moreso than he already had been, and wandered into a human territory. Humans were very violent, and tended to kill one another with surprising frequency. It gave him plenty of opportunities to examine the workings of human body mechanisms, figure out the intricacies of their life, test the flaws in their limbs and dissected and dismembered pieces. It was when he found one that was still alive, a human of what he would learn was called the "female" caste, that he realized he had an equal fascination in putting together the flawed, damaged body parts, until they could function again. The examinations of previous human corpses rendered this a surprisingly easy task.
This human seemed incredibly grateful to him, for some reason. It appeared humans appreciated being fixed. The human brought him to some place called "Spring" and referred to herself as "Big Bo", and her Hive as something called "The Anti-Slavers". He had heard that humans appreciated names, but he had not previously understood the significance of that. And it was not just humans. Apparently, Shek, and Skeletons, also made great use of names. In fact, the Anti-Slaver Hive's Queen was a skeleton referred to as "Tin-Fist". It was all very fascinating, though not as fascinating as examining the inner workings of a gorillo's left arm. Or a human's foot. Or a shek's skull. But still, it was interesting.
The Anti-Slaver Hive chose to take him in to serve their Hive, so long as he "fixed" the ones who were brought to him. He found this to be incredibly beneficial, and greatly enjoyed the process of piecing together life from his previous examinations. They seemed less infused about his examinations of the dead ones, and cutting them open to examine their insides. He did not understand that, but some got very angry early on. Eventually, the Anti-Slaver Hive seemed to accept it, and he learned that he had received a name from them. Scalpel.
Scalpel did not count how long he was with the Anti-Slavers. Only recorded and noted the bodies, the changes, the fixings, the dissections. He found himself having surprisingly... pleasant talks with some members of that Hive. Big Bo, Jaeger, and some others. But for the most part, Scalpel was content to perform his fixings and examinations, indulging in his labor of fascination.
And then IT happened. He felt IT. And it tore him to his core. The Queen had died. He dropped to the floor and curled into himself. And he remained that way, even as others moved him to a bed himself, as though he needed to be fixed. But he did need to be fixed. But he couldn't be fixed. The Queen was dead. That part of him she had occupied, was gone. He could never be whole. His mind swam into itself, and hated itself. He didn't know how long. He stopped counting.
But then it clicked. Something, in his mind, 'flipped' a switch. And he understood the solution. The Queen was broken. She needed to be fixed.
He rose from the bed, to the surprise of the other fixers, and began to leave. He gathered what he needed, his supplies, and began to leave the Anti-Slaver Hive. But he stopped for a moment. To speak to Big Bo. The human he had become most... 'fond' of. He stopped and spoke to her. Because she needed it, she deserved it, and he explained as best he could.
"The Queen is broken. I need to fix her. She must be fixed." He explained. He hoped she understood. Humans were hard sometimes. But he explained. And then... he left. He needed to. He had to find her, the Queen. Fix her. He had to... And so Scalpel departed on his journey. Searching for the Queen so he could fix her. His march single-minded and focused, not aware of others gathering. Not aware of Bane, his mission of vengeance, and how their fates would be intertwined.
Job: Doctor/Medic
And here we gooo! we Allsmiles back at it again!
Happy that you decided to join in again!
Cant wait to write an awesome story together
@@patostrophia2948 (Heheheh, neither can I!)
deadly but cunning, cunning but deadly
YES!
Name: Rue
Sub-race: Southern Hive Soldier
Armour: Hive Soldier Plate Armour, plated drifter's leather pants, Blackend hive chainmail, (and if possible, the plated hive longboots from the mod Mogwai Hive Footwear pls :) )
Weapon: Hives Expanded saber (sorry forgot it's name)
Job: Armoursmith and/or guard.
Backstory: Rue was a fervient soldier of the Queen, but not a follower of the necessity of King's sacrifices.
As such, Rue worked hard and gained the favour of a prince to be appointed as a guard at a hiver-claimed armoury, apart from the obligatory blood sacrifices.
There Rue worked hard not only as a guard fending off wildlife, but also at discovering the wonders of the treasured inside Rue's workplace, who helped Rue master the arts of smithing; however, Rue was shunned by Rue's fellow hivers, who deemed smithing a labor of a lower class. And so, with a backpack with a set of hive armour, a saber and a katana-type weapon, Rue set afoot outside the Hiver-claimed armoury for the closest hive village, to find a purpose. After some days walking on the road, the worst happened: Rue lost connection with the Queen!
Wandering as a lost one, Rue soon (or not so soon?) encountered a prince and two Praetorians, who told Rue the grim reality: the Queen was dead! Still a lost hive, Rue followed the trio until soon regained Rue-self; at that moment, Rue called them companions, modified the armour in Rue's backpack to fit a Praetorian, and set off with them, who welcomed Rue's smithing and fighting skills.
Lets goooooo! glad you join in Andres!
Hell yeah, I've had a hive only game going on and off for a long time and I loved every second of it! Sooo rewarding to get a hive going, especially when it's used as a battering ram to crack open the Holy Nation
Hivers always feel so rewarding if you get them to endgame!
just subbed but watched many of your past series.
Name: Master Diini
Sub-race: Soldier
Weapon: Martial artist
Armour: you choose
Backstory: Master Diini ran a Dojo within a small hive community near the Holly nation borders and his students dared to stand up to holy nation. One day they beat up a group of Holy servants who forayed into his village. one of the students committed the ultimate sacrilege insulting Okran by comparing him to Garru ish. The holly nation sent a large army that laid waste to his village and slaughtered all the inhabitants, Master Diini was escaped the carnage as he was away at the time seeking new knowledge at the Martial arts village. He since developed an intense, uncontrollable hatred for the Holly nation and all who associate with them
Job: you choose
Thanks alot Diini! ill add you to the list!
*Name:* Iren
*Sub-race:* western Drone (got confused and lost because of his low intelligence and some how joined the southern hive)
*Clothing:* leather hive shirt and Cargo pants
*Weapon:* Iron Club (its like a pickaxe handle)
*Backstory:* Loop is just your average drone who knows nothing except the mines. Due to his lack of intelligence, he never realized the queen had died, so he continues doing the one thing he is good at.
*Job:* Mining
:Mork suspicious on you: you should paint youself red and white tattoo so southern hiver not get confused of you west hiver skin
i love that lol, ill make that happen
Bro I’m also doing a hiver only gameplay 😂 but with a southern hive soldier as their leader. Great to see us in tune 😅
Lets goooo! quantum entanglement!
Name: Kang
Sub-race: Solider
Weapon: Naginata
Backstory: He wasnt just normal hive solider. He was smart, very good fighter and very big and strong for a hive solider . Thanks to that he became one of 13 elite droneguards. Thanks to his unquestionable loyalty queen didnt care that he had more free will that other hive soliders but of course preatorian guards were making sure he is loyal and any mistake would lead to his death.When battle happened he was last elite guard that stayed alive during battle. While battle was happening everyone he tried to escort queen out of hive but few of Mist ghouls caught them. After long fight he killed them all. He looked at queen to help her stand up and move but while he did that one of mist ghouls stabbed him in back. He fell on his knees and then he fell to ground. Last thing he saw was his queen getting attacked by one mist ghoul. Once he woke up after battle he was badly hurt. First thing he saw was his queen dead body. He patched himself up and looked for other hivers in destroyed hive colony. After while he took some supplies and left destroyed hive. Before he left he went to queen dead body and hid here so noone except hivers can find here dead body. Now he is wandering in old lands of great southern hive. He is looking for hivers who survived this slaughter.
Job: Personal guard
LETS GOOO Dragon! glad you join me !
I am HERE for Kenshi vids. All about it. Will click, will like, already subbed.
let me just say one thing.... BEEP!
oh, hey its finally here, now time to add a character in? urge to bring back the fog boy, rissingXD
eh, screw it bring in howl.
Name: Howl
Race;death hive
Subrace: prince
weapon: katana group
Background, either nabed by the Reavers or the overall distance form the fog actually cleared its brains enought, if the second maybe add some sob tale about the fall of the northern hive, and insight on the thing screaming amongs the fog
Job: violence and sneaking
eyooooooo Heyo Deril! glad you joining in!
Name: Nemo
Sub-race: Prince
Equipment: Light Armour weapon:crossbow
Job: tradesman/thief
Backstory: was out of the hive to steal tech blooprints for the hive.
Heyooo Ethan! Happy to have you with me again!
Name: Truth
Sub-race: Dead hive Solider
Weapon: Heavy Weapon or Hackers, honestly any high strength weapons.
Job: Fighter
Backstory: Mongrel doesn't take too kindly on fogmen but when you see one that can talk and help escort escaped servant into the city you learn to make an exception or two, doesn't hurt that he'll gladly help defend the town against his kins.
When asked what make him so difference from the others he simply replied "I saw the Truth" and in service to that Truth he took one last look at Mongrel before walking pass the gate for the last time.
hey Andrew! i see if i can make the Deadhive work! :)
@@patostrophia2948Thanks, I’m just happy that you didn’t instantly rejected the idea.
I believe relationships wise you aren’t currently hostile to Mongrel as you are with everyone else so if you want you could hold back Truth introduced until you first arrive there.
These stories and intros you create are always so good and get me consistently excited to play Kenshi.
Thanks alot Honkie! How are you doing mate ?
oooooo weeee more hivers
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If you want to build in or near the armoury you can Shift + F12 and remove its protection
Yeeee i thought about doing that, but the place i saw at the end seems better :)
Bane? Insert something about being born into the darkness.
good idea ha!
Here we go!!
I hope you still have that Hiver Character i created for this ^^ Vax surely can be of a lot service if he can survive for long enoth as the normal drone he's gonna be ^^
Maybe you should re-post his character sheet on this episode so its easy for pato to put him in?
@@CoqueiroLendario Aye ^^
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Hello. I’m new her but I would like to join.
I don’t know much about kenshi lore so please correct me if I get anything wrong.
- My name is Elijah
I am from a small tribe of hivers who were cut off from their queen a long time ago. We managed to scrape by fairly well and even started to build a home for ourselves. But one day the same beasts who killed the queen ambushed me and my tribe and nearly wiped us all out. I managed to flee to a neutral human settlement but I’m not sure if anyone else in my tribe survived.
I was taken in by a kind group of humans who became my family. They are the ones who gave me my name: Elijah.
Since then I have been honing my body. Training with a sword so that if anyone tries to threaten my family I can protect them.
I have heard of this prince who is on a journey to slay the same beasts who killed my friends. I would happily join his cause in a heartbeat if he would have me.
Only one way to find out I suppose.
Name: Elijah
Subrace: drone
Weapon: sword
Backstory: in the original comment
Welcome to the Community Elijah!
I thought I be thork but be mork well Mirko gone or kidnapping I gonna Change story thork and mork as my character without Mirko permission oh bc I was naive that why I put thork story very ugly I gonna change as soon: story of thork and mork they born as twin thork was always kind and gentle with hiver expect mork he always be arrogant and trash talk he was a child after all two of them grow up now two of them were soldier hiver take orders from second queen thork the acted kinda and two face and mork the devil and cunning fox and a tyrant warrior and gone his arrogant due to lose to the soldier hiver name veno he thought he was stronger no he lost to veno he realized the arrogant lose fast than it seem thork and mork take a mission and guard second queen 80 year later thork and mork now a praetorian hiver thork and mork become the royal guard of second queen than queen call thork and mork two of them come the second queen give them a helmet hiver second queen said go to nest :two of them are confused but skill go with out a question: queen said take care take care the child they meet bane for first time bane age is 5 year old who is not favorite by first queen expect second queen thork and mork take care bane second queen know why they need a helmet so bane can't remember them after 16 year later bane is 21 year old bane go to travel for make his map bane is a genius prince hiver thork and mork got a title thork: the great sword of hiver Mork: scythe reaper of war: two of them spend many year later protect second queen than 100 year will be the end of second queen faction thork and mork talk about their childhood than they hear something they go outside they see 1000 of enemy charge to our gate we hit bell of hiver reinforcement we notice we have 228 soidler hiver but we don't care we said go to second queen kingdom and defend we go there than we stand until we saw 5000 enemy coming behind 1000 of enemy we not sacred of dying and charge them after 10 hour there only 3000 enemy and 100 soidler thork lost a arm and I not lost but enemy take out a crossbow than we panic and said hiden from cross bow but it too later we saw 100 of brother got shot and die in front we were trauma to see brother protect us thork and mork hold his tear they skill reinforcement will arrive until they pull out head of our reinforcement we were just in shock t well it seem like this is it for us thork mork said yeah but this is our final battle thork so they charge enemy they keep fight forever mork lost a arm one hour later enemy chop off thork leg and the armour and weapon were shattered second queen want help but she die to the leader thork and mork are even more trauma mork shot in head thork got hit by a jitte 3000 of enemy finally go thork and mork woke up saw all brother body were on fire they hold out their emotions until bane hear something hey royal guard tell me what happened bane said they notice two of them were traumatic than looks at bane the enemy whip us out two of said who are they bane said but thork and mork don't want to tell the truth they know we weak I know I'm not that strong but look bane: take out the blueprint and second queen weapon thork and mork is happy about that mork said we need to escape but we can't go to southern base bc first queen dislike bane bane was her son bc bane have weak body and always be sick all time thork said we can explore outside of world bane said both of them agree after explore the find the perfect base bane tell the thork and mork to miner ore second order is hunt down the bat two of them spit up one do miner and one hunt down the beast after few day they finally build the base than they find something :trip it was new recruits: story end finally change this story
Is Gork and Mork the ork gods?
Yess they are :)
Name:Potpot
Lets goo Eithar!
hello, how do you make the game speed so much faster ?
Hey mate! it is called "Re-Kenshi"
name something Brasil
Ayeee i can do that!
What is the Reason for the awful, very anoying Intro? No Offence intended and I am sorry, but ...why? It gives "Reality TV" bad acting Vibes (to me). Since I like the Rest of your Videos, I'd like to understand why the Intros are the way they are...
My guess is that you are Not realy into roleplaying Which is fine. Most of the people have subbed to me for that reason.
How this reminds you of reality TV i do Not Unterstand since its storytelling haha! Sorry you feel that was :)
@patostrophia2948 well... my English is not that good. I'll try to explain it anyways : Roleplay to me is like acting and a deepend Voice with a lot of Pathos is fine sometimes, but not every Time... if I'd not think that there is more Potential I would have remain'd silent, your Ideas and the Videos themselfs are good though. In Germany ,where I live, there are (or was?not watching it myself) those mid day Reality TV Shows for unimployed ppl with bad "Actors" overpronouncing their Lines, don't know how to explain that further, thank you for answering btw, I guess it's not that big of a Deal, just thought to give some constructive critic or something,anyways...😅
@@JulioMartinez-lm9tr Also ich weiß was du damit meinst, wie gesagt :D Das du das mit "AssiTV" vergleichst find ich jedoch sehr schade :( wenn ich denke was die so vom Stapel lassen lol.
Aber ich bin ja immer offen für Kritik, ich weiß halt nicht genau wie ich das Ändern soll. Es is halt Storytelling aus der sicht eines Erzählers. Manchmal erzähl ich die Geschichte aus der Sicht eines Characters, manchmal als Story Teller. Rycon macht das zum Beispiel auch. Ich versteh halt den Bezug nicht wenn ich jetzt An Dome oder Psycho Andreas denke, frag ich mich wie ich da Reinpasse xD
Aber Gut, jeder nimmt das anders auf, du kannst mir ja auf Deutsch Erklären wie ich mich verbessern könnte. bin da gerne offen für Neues :)
@patostrophia2948 wie gesagt: Ich finde die Videos klasse, nur die Intros sind nicht wirklich mein Ding. Frei nach dem Motto ist weniger manchmal mehr. D&D Rollenspiel war früher mein Ding, daher bin ich wahrscheinlich ein bisschen überkritisch... vielleicht hatte ich auch einfach nur nen schlechten Tag oder so, aber die Unit 707 war die beste "Skeleton only" Serie, die ich gefunden hatte...ich glaub einfach da geht mehr😅
@patostrophia2948 Vieleicht ein Fallbespiel noch(sorry, wenn ich nerve):Als der Hiver Prince ins Dorf zurück kommt und seinen Stamm, seine Königin, seine ganze Welt sozusagen, in Trümmern vorfindet wird er erstmal fassungslos, niedergeschlagen und verstört sein (also mehr Betonung ob derTragik des Scenarios oder so ähnlich) , die Wut kommt später... viel später (und woher weiß er, wer angegriffen hat?)Morg & Gorg sind ne sehr lustige Idee , Warhammer 40k passt zu Kenshi wie Arsch auf Eimer😄
Love it!
Thanks Aaron!