By the authority vested in you through the Law On the Administration of Special Military Districts under the Ministry of Defense, you, Lieutenant Colonel Gennady Nasirovich Liptsov, are the sole and final established authority on civil and military matters within Gordon District. All decisions there are ultimately yours to make. Since arriving in Gordon, you have made it your main priority to establish contact with the security forces stationed in the region. You now command the 7th Glorian Internal Ministry Company, encamped at a local high school, and are searching for radio equipment that would enable you to contact the 216th Independent Motorized Rifle Battalion, stationed somewhere in the distant countryside north of Vadim-Tepe.
>>6000087>Yes the *primary* mission objective has been accomplished, but without any pressing time concern there is no reason to leave now. Stay to finish directing the clearing operation. Then you can pass things back to Rashidov to set up an occupation force.Still need to meet the Captain to get his report.
>>6000120>>6000451Okay, I will start writing now. We are definitely staying here to run the clearing operation. If the tie is not broken by the time I post the update, I will flip a coin to determine whether we leave Rashidov behind to set up an occupation
>>6002378I am sorry, I still have not had time to write this. I have a lot of work this weekend. I do not know when I will have the time. I start a new job with normal hours in July, I may have to break this off and continue then
>>6008710Sure, that's fine. It's a neat quest, don't push yourself and burn out.
>>6008710It's ok OP, I hope you get a break sometime soon.
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Disappearing%20HogwartsCharacter Sheets: https://pastebin.com/mTYzU5uLTwitter: https://twitter.com/head_qm--In the last thread you:> Got shot at with blanks by Harry Potter> Snuck into St. Mungo’s and discovered who were the hosts of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor> Found the entrance to Avalon and discovered you’d need all three Deathly Hallows to open it before Salazar broke through it> Discovered that the Beast is actually Merin, fragmented beyond recoveryComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I have to wonder what doom he was saving the world from when he made the interdict. Or was it many? Is there a chance that Merlin blinded himself to prophecy, only seeing that doom and ignoring the other alternatives? Kind of like the Golden-Path from Dune. We probably can't get away with asking about Merlin's prophetic powers, but maybe something more general about the supposed end of the world.
>>6008409>>6008412Yeah since I suggested it might as well vote for it. I do want to get the other founders bodies, but I care more about securing a way for our waifu to not die in like 2 decades.Changing >>6008281To asking about using the Elixir for Arty/ Frank and Alice.>>6008223>>6008237True enough. Harry can use it on a spider, after all. A pot of Merlin Juice should be even easier than that. Though, really hope it doesn't come down to the nuke buttons.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008520It might be that he knew he was going to not be there, be back for a while? Knew something was going to happen if not the specifics and needed to do something which would persist till he returned, something to keep the next generations from doing dumb shit easily. He had already been going about ending the bloodlines of people who could use Ancient magic for some time already, and used the four greatest magicians of the era as sacrifices, preventing any but Sally from passing on their knowledge.Might not have seen exactly what could happen. His sight not reaching to the point muggles made atomic weapons, nerve gas, engineered plagues, ect; though he would be back sooner.
>>6008544alrighty, just read the entire thing, fuck you for puting Arty through all that shit, still, not as bad as i was expecting it to be, so thanks for that.still not sure of its MY favorite, but its definitely your best one so far, the ending was great too, i only wish we get something like that near the end of this quest, i salute you and thank you for all of these.now i gotta return the favour and do some more art for both the quest AND your fanficgodspeed you magnificent bastard.
>>6008878Haha, thank you for reading these and for all the art. I am trying since it is fun to do, aside from some parts. I did kind of get sick at THAT part in this one. That was difficult, probable why I toned down some of it from what I initially was planning. Turns out I am a big softy and prefer small character interactions, some only slightly sad shit, and the fight scenes were enjoyable to write.I will also keep putting the spiders and giant murder bee where I can. Spiders because your art made me laugh out loud when I saw it, the bee because she is cute and a reference to Hogwarts Interbellum Quest which I recently reread and died too soon.I have trouble with sex scenes sometimes some but hey, practice makes perfect and the RavenxRowena is like 75% fucking, aside from set up and just a sprinkling of angst. Got another couple pages done before I started to burn out and needed a nap. Going to try and not insert TOO much of my own fetishes in to these but an Arty one with some BDSM might eventually appear.I went back to one of the first ones... it does need some polishing. Oh well, it now has 90% more Merula in it, which is only like 1.5 pages granted. So if nothing else that will have improved when I collate these, put them all in the same place eventually.Your compliments and knowing at least a couple of people check these out means a lot to me.While I am at it, thank you, QM. I haven't been this interested in a quest, in some make believe characters in quite a long time. I am very glad I decided to pop on the board and found this thing one Friday night back in fall.
This story is about a young man working hard to make a living.What is his occupation? (Choose one)>1: Farmer. Strong muscles makes tilling the earth easier. (STR+)>2: Thief. Nimble hands means easier pocketchange. (DEX+)>3: Doctor. Smart mind finds the cure. (INT+)>4: Musician. Silver tongue pleases the crowds. (CHA+)>5: Write in. (Define which stat this would increase)One night while the young man sleeps tight in his bed after a long days work, something strange happens to him...What is that strange thing? (Choose one)>A: A burgler tries to steal from his room.>B: Wild and vivid dreams of adventure occupy his night. >C: The moonlight slips through his window, bathing him in mystical light.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981009>Let Joergen participate
Sorry for the long gap since last post. Had some irl things to doI will write soon ish
>Let Joergen participate-Inindur and Joergen interrogates the bandit for a couple hours. When questioned, the bandit replies with insults, jokes about genitalia, and how ugly Inindur and Joergen is.Joergen remains calm, but Inindur can sense how Joergen is waiting for a good moment to perform some violence.How does Inindur proceed?>Convince the bandit to give up information>Intimidate the bandit>Let Joergen do his thing>Try a different method>Write inRoll me a d10 with your vote
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>5986615>Write inPerform a blood ritual in front of the bandit, scare the living behesus out of him. Tell him he'll be next if he doesn't give you answers
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>5986615>Convince the bandit to give up information
Sing, goddess, of thirsty Argos, and of the glory of Hippomedon Aristomachides - sing of the folly of Adrastus, of the savagery of Tydeus and of Oedipal transgressions! Sing, O Muse, of Zeus’ designs, which even now come to fulfillment…
>>6008622>A baker’s daughter in Pylos, alone in an empty house.
~1 hour warning for any last votes, seems like “Baker’s Daughter” is in the lead!
New Write-In Choice:>"Let's get this bread"
I wrote like 90% of this interlude sequence, but don’t have the time to polish. So we’ll just do a double update tomorrow
>>6009674>but don’t have the time to polishHave you tried to German instead?
In times past, giants walked the earth. Now, they shall awaken and walk again. The first nuclear weapon detonated in 1945, showering the earth in radiation that had gone unseen for millions of years. The opening of Pandora's Box led to countless explosions, twice against man, and many more in barren deserts and oceanic depths. As the crust of the planet became charged with energy once more, ancient things began to stir. You play as one of these creatures: A young Kaiju, awakened by radiation and ready to feed on it. As one of many who are emerging into existence, the time has come for you and your ilk to reclaim your rightful place as the rulers of Earth.
>>6008001Oh! Yeah I'll go clean it up to a presentable state, then post it there soon.
>>6006822After my next upgrade I plan on just fighting it out with the others and completely flatted Iceland.Action 1: Move E10Action 2-3: Absorb Energy
>>6007331Lurker here. I second this post. This thread has been extremely entertaining to follow. Thanks to all the players, anonymous contributors and especially the QM for the fun times.
Spent a lot of yesterday finishing up the rulebook, so wasn't able to complete the update. Still working on it throughout the day, but here's the first rules draft!Noticeably, the rules here will probably be different from how we've been doing things so far. It's a rulebook version cleaned up based on insights gained from our game, and filled with suggestions for things moving forward. Would love feedback on it in the meantime!
Rolled 1, 2, 1 = 4 (3d3)>>6006822Honestly Shroomy, you seem like a nice guy so I’m probably not going to be attacking you anytime soon.As for my goal QM, it’s mainly to protect humanity and the earth from Kaiju that would destroy them. One of the main reasons I went after Memitim first is because his goal was basically to destroy the planet. Speaking of which.> Action 1: Move to C3> Action 2: Move to A5> Action 3: and then charge tackle Memitim at A6(Just learned because of my size I can move two spaces)
You're a stick with a witches hat. Your name is Mazela. You're a queen of the witches forest.>Stick around>Become a bigger stick>Grow other stick parts>Other
>>5980084>Nudge harder, then check pulseYou better not be dead, we have a crack pipe to sell for mad cash money
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>5980151>>5981012I'll roll now, but do the drawing later when I have time
>>5980151>>5981012Mazela thinks to her "Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this life, I'm tired of doing drugs, getting drunk and going to parties. I'm going to clean myself life, lead a life of sobriety and become a house builder like my papa was". And it was at that moment that the door bell rung. Mazela looked who it is and noticed it's the pigs. "AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW SHIIIIIEEEEETTTTT, just as I'm about to sobber up.">talk to them, see what they want>try to wake up Width Stick Mashallah again>abscond, since fuck this shit>wait, they'll probably leave>write-in
>>5982790>>wait, they'll probably leave
>>5983123You wait, they stop knocking and after like a minute you carefully look out the window to see if the pigs have gone. You notice they are nowhere to be seen, but at the same time a cold chill start running down you back "Fuck, what did we do?">Try to wake up Width Stick Mashallah again, he might have clues>Fuck this, we're becoming house builders>Take the gun out of the drawer, end it>Other (write-ins)
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_You are Huanliuxue (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), She who touched and dyed the moon red, the rightful ruler of and most impressive amongst all beasts, the heir to the primordial throne of true primordial nobility, an popular amateur writer, the founder and first and current grand master of the palace of natural laws sect (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) and creator of the cultivation technique following the dao of ghosts and grudges, there heretical art of the Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎl), and you are also the rightful monarch of the kingdom of the buried army of those who dared oppose the order of the heavens, the aggressors and only victims of the bloodless war, a kingdom of graves, tombs and quiet catacombs filled to brim with vengeful spirits, hungry ghosts and ancient warriors turned phantom calamities.However, the king who has lost his name and been forgotten by all outside of his cursed followers and soldiers trapped beneath the now split mountain you claimed and marked as your own years ago, still holds most of the lands of one of your rightful domain. And while it is but one of the many kingdoms and titles that are rightfully yours, the forgotten king and his toadies have earned your ire and enmity through all the wrongs they have committed against you and yours. They tried to attack you while you were in deep meditation and refining the ghostly essence saturating the tomb kingdom, and during your student's valiant defense of your cultivation chamber, one of those brute's cursed one of poor Qiang's eyes, forcing her to tear it out herself! And since everyone, men and beast alike, mistake her for your daughter, you may as well pay them back for that injury as if she truly was from a litter of yours! And that isn't to mention the insults the governor of his that you've been using like a caged canary and footstool has spat your way. And still is. Even though Yin Zhao has been your prisoner for quite some time, he hasn't once wept or wailed pathetically with the other loyalists you keep caged to sing you pretty and sorrowful songs while you hold court and appease your subjects by alleviating the agony of their wretched and cursed existence trapped here beneath the earth. Not quite in hell, but certainly not alive.Subjects who are now braying and barking for "blood" and vengeance, the fury they feel towards their former leader for getting them trapped in this sorry state driving them all into a frenzy, even those who are usually cool headed, composed and mostly sane after the long centuries confined here by the heavens' spite.Cont
>>6008064I wrote a small and inefficient Monte Carlo script in Python to illustrate my point that the odds with a DC of 140 are that we might just surpass it by ten:import numpy as nponed100 = np.arange(100)+1.twod100=np.zeros(len(oned100)**2)for y in range(len(oned100)): for x in range(len(oned100)): twod100[int((y*len(oned100))+x)] = oned100[x]+oned100[y]runlist = 5MCsize = int(1e6)ret2 = np.zeros(MCsize)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008257I made copy paste errors, it prints [(0.05, 106.0), (0.1, 115.0), (0.15, 122.0), (0.2, 127.0), (0.25, 131.0), (0.3, 136.0), (0.35, 139.0), (0.4, 143.0), (0.45, 147.0), (0.5, 150.0), (0.55, 154.0), (0.6, 157.0), (0.65, 160.0), (0.7, 164.0), (0.75, 168.0), (0.8, 171.0), (0.85, 176.0), (0.9, 181.0), (0.95, 187.0), (1.0, 200.0)]This for example means that we have a 65% chance to roll 160 or lower, leaving us without Good Successes for DCs of 155 and 160.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6007901>Ling XianAnd I'll let the dice decide the second because I am dying at the moment between>Try to access that "Other Moon", the strange and kind of creepy spirit realm you traveled to be for with so many strange sights upon it, meditating on your memories of it (Magic: Moonlight/ Will Trial. DC 75. DC Staggeringly reduced due being a Blood Moon Cosmic Beast)and>The warm, fluffy and adorable rabbit sitting on your lap (??? Trial. DC 140. DC Significantly reduced due to Trait: Living Source: Primordial Beast essence)
>>6007936Alright seeing how the dao of freedom has DIED among our juniors, I will instead advocate for that which remains among the options.>>6007901>The cosmic rays radiating from your beast core, the Lunar Qi surrounding you and the other cosmic spiritual energies and anomalous forces flowing in the "Sky" over your head (Instinct/ Perception/ Spiritual Sense Training Trial. DC 160)When the sun sets, the moon and stars reign upon the night sky, The moon is within our graps, so too must the stars feel our pull.
>>6007901>Piao Tuzi>Try to access that "Other Moon", the strange and kind of creepy spirit realm you traveled to be for with so many strange sights upon it, meditating on your memories of it (Magic: Moonlight/ Will Trial. DC 75. DC Staggeringly reduced due being a Blood Moon Cosmic Beast)
>>5970571>Art: Dan Mora>Alt-Text: Comic cover of The Riddler in the foreground. In the background, cut out newspaper letters spell “Riddle Me This” while Superman and Batman leap into action in front of a maze.Batman: Superman! You have to fight it!Ivy: The sun doesn’t fight. It feeds. Clark starts glowing as a field of flowers spawns in a ring around him. The parks shudder and flexes, the ground itself pulsating.Batman: You are stronger than this! Stronger than most people! You landed on a world of hate and violence and chose to make it better. It doesn’t matter if she’s sapping your energy. Your real power is your will!Your ally grits his teeth, Failsafe buzzes in your ear about magnetic waves but it doesn't have to bother. You can taste electricity in the air. Leaves rustle, but this is no wind. Sfx: SBOOOMMSHH!!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5997685QM?
>>5997685Hello?
>>6007111>>6007233I'm sure everything's fine.
>>6007111>>6007233>>6007434Update should be in today. Apologies for the delay
>>6008073I'm glad all's well!>>6007434
Previous thread: >>5952601The weird thing that came out of the wall can talk. It tells you that she was just in a room like this, and asks you where she is.
>>5977615You tell her that she is in the famous brothel Wet Bussy and that you're both bondage fanatics
>>5977649>"Aaaaarms? I don't know where we are. I'm Derf."
>>5977649"Where's your bleeding hole?" Of course, we mean the trepanning, what else?
>>5977615>I have no Idea. Could you please search in my headhole for secrets?
>>5979101+1
The great hosts of chaos marched towards Karag Dum. Thousands, tens of thousands made their way towards the ancient ruins of a proud dwarven bastion that had held out for so long. Its cannons had roared, its mithril clad warriors had cut and hewn and cleaved and shot the warriors of chaos. Its forges churned out endless suits of armor, countless weapons, endless stockpiles of bolts. Its mighty walls, placed atop a lone mountain domineered over the landscape, the towers seeming to pierce the very sky and disturb the gods above. And for that, it had to fall. The dwarves fought, and yet, they had fallen to the hordes of chaos. Despoiled, ravaged, raped, as all lands ought to be, sooner or later.You had never seen the Karag before. And now, only crumbled ruins remained. Maybe, the next time you visit it, it won’t be so far in the future, for the crumbled walls and broken towers more remind you of the rotten jaws of a warhound than of a proud bastion overrun by brave soldiers of Chaos.As you crest the bleak ocher hill, you see what you long expected. Beneath a burning orange sky, a gathering of armies, warbands and hosts. Spitting on the ground and uttering a oath, then continue forwards, order your host to make camp while you head for the centre of the gathering, towards the lone tent overlooking the countless hordes.As soon as you step in front of the tent and try peering inside, you feel a shove from behind. Tumbling forwards and already drawing your weapon out, you turn to strike at your assailant, but to no avail, as you fall through the tent flaps, which close shut behind you. A cleave at them leaves your blade harmlessly bouncing from the magical cloth. A rough chuckle emerges from behind you.“Another one!” A Hung chief laughs. “Settle in friend. We all wait long.”A quick scan of the massive tent reveals a impressive gathering of warlords, chiefs and champions, of Kurgan, Hung and Beastmen types, all eyeing each other with doubt, suspicion and spite. Yet, all keep their weapons by their belts. They must have been here for long in order to have relaxed so much in such company. A moment of thinking later, you choose to follow their lead, but keeping your gaze on a bestigor with a head crowned with 3 pairs of horns.You think of speaking to the mob, yet before you can, a female voice booms in the room. “You won’t wait for any more.”In a flash of motion, every blade is drawn and more than twice that many eyes are anxiously glancing around the tent. “A whispering on the steppes had called you all here.” The strange cloaked figure spoke as it appeared in the center.Within a moment, the champions and warlords and reaves and warriors all surrounded the figure, distrustful of each other, but afraid of the figure that just appeared between them.“I called you here.” The figure continued, concealed by the dancing shadows too thick to be natural. “I called you here so that you may wage war upon the southlands.”
>>5999174>>5999476>Korthak: "His size might be trouble...">Magor: "But would you lose?"Korthak: "Nah I'd win"
>>5999519sadly didnt work out that way. RNGesus said Mulrog was the winner. but i am looking forward to another duel with Korthak
New thread:>>5999532>>5999532>>5999532
>>5999523Oh I was just referencing the Gojo memeSearch Google for "Nah I'd win"
And so the realms of the Old World held their breath, awaiting disaster to come once again in its perpetual cycle, or otherwise remained ignorant of the growing threat to the North. The Mighty Four played their games, the Elder Races continued to languish in apathy framed as caution, & the unrelenting march of time pressed on.
"Wake up." You open your eyes to the familiar, yet always somewhat imposing, stone walls of your room in Blackthorn Keep. Your name is Caden Blackthorn, the eldest son and heir of Lord Edric Blackthorn and his dear wife Lady Agatha. At fourteen, the weight of your future responsibilities as the lord of Blackthorn Keep already presses on your shoulders, a constant, if not entirely unwelcome, companion.The morning sun barely filters through the narrow window, casting long shadows that dance across the floor. You rise, the cool stone beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you reluctantly leave behind.Today, unlike most days filled with the rigorous studies and training expected of a lord's heir, promises a brief respite. It's the day of the Autumn Festival, a day when the entire keep and the surrounding villages come alive with music, laughter, and the scent of fresh harvests.>A) A strange sense of déjà vu washes over you, leaving you with the eerie feeling that this moment has unfolded before.>B) Fragments of a half-forgotten dream flash through your mind, hinting at terrible things on the horizon.>C) Memories of another life, filled with a decade of pain and heartbreaks, the adventures of a prodigal son, flood your consciousness vividly.>D) Your mind is clear, with a focus solely on the present, unburdened by the past.
"What do you think, Caden?" your father asks, genuinely considering your mother’s proposal."I would be honored if Mirena takes me as her husband," you reply, your voice surprisingly steady despite the racing of your heart."And you, girl?" your father turns to Mirena, eyeing her appraisingly. "Would you take my son as your husband?""She would," Castellan Hugh interjects, speaking for his daughter. He had hoped to marry her to a second son or an old widowed lord. Marrying his daughter to the lord’s heir is a match he could have only dreamed of. So, he doesn’t bother with his daughter’s consent."Let Mirena answer for herself, Castellan," your mother says firmly, a quiet strength in her voice that makes Hugh back down and lower his eyes. "Mirena, would you take Caden as your husband? You are free to answer truthfully, without fear of coercion.""I’ll be honored to marry Caden, my lady," Mirena murmurs, filling your heart with happiness. "I have... always been in love with him.""I know, girl," your mother smiles, then turns to your father. "What do you think, Edric?""Well, I’m not the kind of monster that would tear these young lovers apart," your father chuckles, "Social status aside, any man would be fortunate to have such a pretty bride. You have both my permission and blessings, Caden."And just like that, you became betrothed to your childhood friend, the girl you’ve loved for as long as you can remember. Yet, not everything is perfect—you remember the pagan hut you had seen in the forest and the evidence of blood sacrifice within. You'll need to raise this matter with your father and investigate further to protect the peace of the Blackthorn lands.But that is a problem for another day. Tonight, you’re the happiest man in the realm.
This is where we'll leave Caden and Mirena in this timeline. The next chapter will likely return to the original timeline, where the crusade veteran Caden awakens in the inn where we left him in the first story.
>>5993146alright, thank you OP. As I haven't played the og quest, can you give me a summary of it ? all I know is the "cucking" that happens since anons always talk about it whenever this quest is mentioned
>>5993348https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5871209/
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=prodigal+sonarchived this quest since it wasn't done before.
You're a modern Western man who was transported to 1600's Japan. What isekai powers did you get?>High stats>Save scumming>Other
>>5979175>You trust the pilot>>5979236What's your deal? Is this your D&D character you're trying to turn into a thing?
>>5979745its a quest that died immediately after some anon started spamming mazela quest in votes of a lot of other quests
>>5979748I see. Thanks for the lore, anon.
Watched the finale. New thread will be up soon
>>5985034That show was dogshit, but your quest is good nonetheless.
Your name is WALTER HARTWELL WHITE. You have just woken up after your 50TH birthday. It's time to go to the hospital.
>>5987399Your grip on the steering wheel tightens as you consider the road ahead of you, both literally and figuratively. Beside you, Skyler sits in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. You can only imagine what she might be thinking. In the backseat, Walter Jr. sits quietly with his eyes on you; even as scared as he might be, he remains your strong boy. You couldn't be prouder. As you drive in silence, you struggle to find the right words to break the tension in the car. Finally, you clear your throat."I know this isn't easy," you begin. "But we need to talk about what comes next." Skyler turns to look at you. At first, her expression is one of shock, shock that you would actually want to talk about what everyone had heard only a few minutes ago. Her lips curl upwards into a sad smile."Right. You're right, Walt. What comes next... is treatment, right?" Her voice is shaky. You take a deep breath."Dr. Belknap told us the cancer is advanced," you say. "And the treatments... they might not... be enough."There's a heavy silence in the car as your words sink in. Skyler's hand finds yours, her grip tight with emotion as she struggles to process the enormity of what you're saying. "But... you're still going to give it a shot, right?" Skyler finally asks, her voice trembling. "Right, Walt?" You meet her gaze. She's tearing up. God, you can't bear to see her cry. Walter Jr. sits in stunned silence....Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995663"Damn right I'm giving it a shot. I'm fighting this. We're fighting this." You grip Skyler's hand tight and give her a look so determined, she can't help but break a smile."Good," she replies. Looking at your rearview mirror, you see Junior smile too. You're happy to see your family in good spirits again.---YOU HAVE EARNED +2 WALTER POINTS!TOTAL POINTS (4:3)WALTER POINTS: 8HEISENBERG POINTS: 6ALERT: You are growing increasingly more docile.Alerts will pop up when you go over 7 points as a reminder. Refer to https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5848264/#5850604 .Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995665And thank you for running, Bane! Based quest as always.
>>5995665Thanks for runningGuess it figures we can't have our cake and eat it too by having both Walter and Heisenberg points stacked sky high
>>5995665Thanks, see ya next time!
One day, while searching the woods for a sparrow to crack with your pocket of stones, you come across a small cave at the base of a mossy hill. It smells like wet stone inside but as you venture deeper, you get whiffs of an odor like the one that hangs over the village cemetery on dry summer days. It is then you see it. There is a man sitting against the cave wall, his legs outstretched. Sleeping, you think. The light from the mouth of cave is not enough to make out his face and hailing him does not rouse him from his slumber. You inch closer. A rusty gauntlet glints from his hand, resting just above his knees. You reach out to shake his shoulder and small mouse jumps out from his head and runs into the darkness making you yelp and jump back. You can make out now a white skull, picked clean of all flesh, and masses of cobwebs in the hollows. A cruel black arrow sticks out from the man's belly. He is most certainly not sleeping.In the other hand, you see a leather scabbard clutched close to the chest. It is with a great effort that you wrench it from the chewed fingers. It is covered in dust and smells vaguely of rat droppings, but the blade inside, when you draw it out, is as sharp and shiny as the day it was forged. You've never seen anything so fine.>What do you do?[ ] Show the blade to your father, it'll surely fetch a fair price at the market, and your family will be glad for the coin.[ ] Hide the blade inside your tunic and present it to the old watchman, Delaney Halfhand. Perhaps he'll teach you how to use it.[ ] Wear the sword on your back and swagger triumphantly to the village well, showing it off to the other boys. You can't wait to see the green in Thomas Bishop's eyes![ ] Other
>>5976923>[ ] The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>[ ] Admit no more than your finding the sword in the woods. It is the truth, after all, and the part which you've left out will not harm anyone.
>>5977082We dindu nuffin after all.
>>5977339
Old Maple Hill. That’s what they call it, mostly because that’s what you called it, and even then only because it is centered around... Well, a small hill, with an old maple tree, and you were a child, and you never thought it would be the center of an entire community. Funny how things change. Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. ‘Mious’ means ‘wisdom’ in the language of your mother's people, the Sylvan Elves of Dappulyet, whom you may never see or visit again; you can only hope she got your last letter, before you fled your homeland in the pursuit of world peace and personal freedom (it’s a long story). “Van Houztmann” is your human father’s surname... Well, sort of. He was born merely ‘Rudolfo Houtzman’, and seems to have added the ‘van’ and the extra ‘n’ as some form of dramatic flourish. You adopted it much later. It means ‘of the strong men’. Despite all your hereditary strength and wisdom, however, sometimes you feel like a leaf on the wind—a summoned wind, a night-wind, generated by the beating of great wings beating in the unseen dark. Under your stewardship—and that of Izirina and Costella Fanucci, the women whom you love—Old Maple Hill became first a sort of sanctuary and rehabilitation center for those humans of Hawksong—the world’s preeminent metropolis—who had been afflicted by the chimeric plague better known as ‘the dragon-pox'. As a reward for your good works, your trio was granted the hill itself and the land around it was gifted to you in trust, to preserve and protect in the name of the fairy court upon that eponymous hill. After a year-and-a-half abroad—first in homeland and then upon the sacred moon itself!—you returned with divine knowledge of the holy arcane, to share with those grateful and newly-sorcerous subjects of Hawksong who had decided to remain there. Partly this was out of pride, and out of solidarity with Izzy and Costella, and partly due to a sense of responsibility for what you had wrought. More and more, though, you wonder if you really had any say at all... Almost four months ago, you undertook a diplomatic expedition to the Sylvan Realms to rescue the monstrous son of Hawksong’s prince Cosnort—secretly some form of ‘aragonborn antipaladin’ in service to the Gods of Darkness. You hadn’t done this out of any love for those horrid entities, or even the Prince Consort or her majesty Queen Ekaterine, but because you believed it the best way to keep the peace between your peoples. You’d succeeded, but at a great cost.
>>6008365He never stopped eating meat, exceot for the year and a half he lived among elves. We had a vote on that. Plus, he just ate cloned chimera-horse!
>>6008386>Plus, he just ate cloned chimera-horse!wait, you're telling me our clones aren't vegan ? but yes, I remember.
>>6008424Nah man, we literally overclock a trolls natural healing that we learned with magic and make a homonculus from a piece of the subjects flesh that will die without being controlled, were basically a baby biolich
>>6008452Going off this idea if Tips specd into some mind control magic we could make and control an army, but as it stands we can definitely make a constant supply of flesh for fleshweaver shit if we do go the Theral route eventually
>>6008275We got 4 nat 20s in this thread - do we get another reroll for big failures? If so, would that apply to that carnage roll?
