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>Information

This quest takes place long before the events of The Last Airbender. Long before Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, or Yangchen. You play as a young Earthbender from a small village in one of the many Kingdoms scattered across the main continent. As a powerful villain strives to dominate the world, you will be forced to make choices that can stop it, aid it, or have no effect whatsoever.

>Rules

After each update I make, there will be a voting period of ten minutes. Once ten minutes have passed, whatever option has the most support will be the winner.

Write-ins are accepted, but only when specified If you see a write-in option, suggest whatever you like. If not, choose from the options I have provided.

Sometimes, rolls will be required. I will assign them, and they will operate under a d100 system. You will have three chances, and if one of the rolls succeeds, you pass. There are no crits, but I do take into account how much you succeed or fail by.

I reserve the right to veto certain write-ins, but will try to avoid doing so.

I hope you all have fun

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>>1058586
>>1058589
"What is it?" you ask, turning toward Mauya.

Before you know what's happening, Mauya's grabbed you by the collar and pulled you in for a kiss. You're too taken aback to respond, and after a moment, Mauya lets go, rushing off to help prepare.

"Get going!" she shouts.

Coming back to your senses, you rush after Lantana, and the two of you set to work setting up various pit-traps, as well as a couple of earthy hills where archers can position themselves or behind which people can take cover.

Sansha comes rushing over, her face awash with fear and excitement.

"I hear there's a lot of them this time," she says to you and Lantana. "Do you think we can win?"

>A. You've survived worse than this

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>>1058587
>>1058609
Spotted the sanshafags
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>>1058633
>A
Mauya is going to die isn't she?
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>>1058633
>B. Of course
Also, FUCKING YES Mauya is our girl now. Now we just have to survive.
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>>1058633
Oh my...Well that happend. Also that deathflag to Mauya

previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1029584/
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/5bdm4ZYj
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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Ya know, the one problem with this inn...besides how annoying some of the other girls living in it can be, is that there's really no noise around it in the early morning. I guess I'm just used to living in a city and the general peace and quite of the countryside is just sort of...lost on me. I mean I like it and all, but it makes mornings feel like I'm alone, since all the monster girls here are either sleeping, going on walks outside of the inn or whatever the hell they're doing. No cars rumbling down the street, barely anyone's laughing or shouting to be heard as the whole world slowly lights up. Hell all I can really hear besides the tired, almost yawning roar of the river is the single girl tending to the garden and those nocturnal girl's listening to their phones somewhere....Haven't seen them since I walked out here, but I know they're there somewhere.

Its strange, by this time I'd usually be waking up or getting ready to go to school if I was feeling like it. Or I'd be asleep, hell it feels like I'm asleep right now almost. Part of me wants to ruin this calm morning, break something, make some noise and scream, smashing things for laughs. But...I don't want to, its nice not having anything to be mad or angry about, and having no real reason to be a bitch. I mean I'm the thing I was jealous of, aren't I? I must be trash if I still want to cause trouble after that. Maybe I'm just a trouble maker by heart?

Glancing up at the grey clouds and slowly rising, I sigh and bite into the root of ginger in my hand. Maybe I'm just bored, no reason to think to deeply on it. If I am I could just do something besides standing around out here with nothing but my own thoughts really around.


I mean this is a nice way to wake up and everything, and it gives me some time to actually think...I know I don't do that often as I should. Dragging my tail over the dirt, I lean against the wall of the Inn, dragging one of my claws down the delicious root of ginger I'm snacking on...just like I do with my lighter.

But it smells better than it, and tastes better to. Nice and fragrant, better than the finest perfume...not that I'd ever wear any of that crap.


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>>1058612
>>1058608
....really?
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>>1058625
The dice hate us tonight I don't fucking know.
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>>1058625
It's not our fault we don't have rerolls.
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>>1058637
Its the forth thread, there hasn't be any real combat yet, chill. You'll get them soon, look at the title of the thread

anyways writing
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>>1058637
Its not like we need rerolls for this.

We are Sirena Le Doux and we seek revenge against our former master. So far, we've grown more powerful, but there is much more to learn. With our list of allies and teachers slowly growing, we won't stop until we've reached the top, because that's where our former master waits.

GENOCIDE! That's today's word of the day, because that's what we just helped commit. With the remnants of the largest barbarian civilization in the nearby lands burning after the release of a terrifying plague, our group camps in the woods where we just learned our elven friend is more than she appeared...

Our story continues!

Current Spells and Inventory: http://pastebin.com/YnqXjSpm
Past Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=evil+sorceress

Shill Stuff:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DamashiKonquest
Discord: https://discord.gg/HBz5u9v
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>>1058626
>>Go through your belongings and see if she took anything
THIS. HOLY SHIT THIS. I assumed we had already done this.
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>>1058626
>Go through your belongings and see if she took anything
>Spend time with Kay, patching things up
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>>1058626
>Go through your belongings and see if she took anything
>Spend time with Kay, patching things up
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>>1058626
>>Read your Necromancy book
>>Go through your belongings and see if she took anything
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>>1058626
>>Go through your belongings and see if she took anything

And it continues.

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Calling your companions in a hurry you have to wait until you get any response. "Phil, till playing infiltrator?" it's good that you had to get that disguise and credentials with your team,
otherwise you'd need to explain what exactly you were doing right now and that would mean them taking even longer to get here. "I need support, gather everyone you can and get me a distraction"
"Copy that love, we'll be there in a couple of minutes" great, now all you have to do is patiently wait inside a missile silo besieged by the military while carrying marker shards and wearing crappy armor.
Sitting back near the ladder you begin to question what you had done in a previous life to deserve being born at such a crappy time where you're against literally every group with power and resources.
It's a wonder that humanity survived this long when most of their leaders apparently either don't care if people turn to zombies or actively want it to happen. "We're nearby, so how do you want this to play out?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want violence, flair or just for everyone to turn their attention to something else no matter what?"
>Be violent
>Be flashy
>Be practical
>Write-in specific orders
d20 for all
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Taking aim you switch the gun's firing mode and with one swift pull of the trigger send three of the cultists to unitologist hell. It's not like there can be a heaven for people as wretched as them.
The ninjas decide it's not worth it to pick a fight when they're just paid kidnappers, so they get into their vehicle and escape. You let them, after all, your beef is with these unitologists.
Plus you've already done some pretty mean things to their friends back in that abandoned building. You put take two shots at the other cultist and he falls to the ground, limp.
It seems your little scene has got their attention as soon more of these freaks start pouring from the building. A group of them drags the prisoners in while the remaining six try to stall you.
Can't let that happen. You rush through the door while they get suppressed by Gomez and Sarge. Inside you see a pretty regular altar to insanity, it's clear to anyone who steps in that these guys are villains.
"If you want to at least appear to be the good guys invest in better illumination and not this ominous 'death cult' vibe you've got"
Turning their backs from their prisoners the group starts firing at you. It's just three idiots, you could easily take them out with a nade, but that could harm the civvies.
Alternatively you could seek cover and try to take them out from there with standard shots.
>Grenade!
>Cover and fire
>Rush in to melee range
>Write-in
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>>1058507
>cover and fire
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1058507
>Cover and fire
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1058545
>>1058544
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'Taking cover might not have been such a great idea', or so you think as you get suppressed from both sides. You managed to peek for a second to see the third cultist was leaving with the prisoners.
He seemed to be heading towards the second floor of this inner area, perhaps to use the higher ground to take you out before you can get to the others they have captured. Won't work.
Sure you might be in a tough spot, but with the civvies out of the way a bunch of options became available to you. For starters, grenades have no chance of hitting them anymore.
Alternatively you're lucky enough to have your gauntlet hidden under your hobo garments, which means you could always do a Riot style shotgun rush.
>Use the 'nade launcher and blow 'em
>Riot rush them, shotgun and shield
>Try to keep firing from cover, conserve ammo and stay safe
>Write-in
dee20

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Twitter: QuestingQM

Character Sheet (Full!):https://drive.google.com/open?id=1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU
Character Sheet (Renexizious Only!): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1xgNKMzLUZS9L05DUCxmsvuYs-bGPIRpQsFv5k7oaBBk

Last time on EDQ, a kobold forged us a pretty cool pickaxe, we healed him, and learned his name was Malus, then we appointed him forge master. We also had Valkia leave us, and we learned how upgrades go about... Oh, and we as Elizabeth are trying to get India under control.

So of course, back to EDQ.

Malus runs off, fully healed, and you decide to ask around to see what the kobolds want.

It seems the kobolds think their housing is a bit... Well, small for their families, and that they would like something nicer once they saw your wonderous bathhouse, which is proving to be very popular. A few kobolds say they wish there was things to do, and plenty of them seem to want a proper place to worship you at...
Finally, your slaves seem to be wanting an actual place to sleep at rather then in the cave... This is what you can get out from them while they're not hysterical or terrified of you, or wanting to go home, etc...

Some of the more younger kobold children want a place to store their stone tablets, since they seem to lose them often, as chiseling tablets seems to be rather popular along the youth...

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>>1058564
Put our smack?

Also, I'd say to do it a bit longer, but it's quite good anon.
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>>1058585
Sorry I mean smash the building a bit on accident to make a larger window.
Also give me 10 more minutes to type then
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>>1058477
"Gentlemen, one moment let me just get comfortable (Break the wall in front of our breasts, move in closer), sorry I'll replace that as well! I come before you to discuss this matter of great national importance. For the continued safety, security and stability of our nation.

I feel that the military must be held more accountable for their actions in far flung corners of the world, as simply put, they reflect badly on us and risk causing revolutions or other such disastrous events by their actions.

I mention the possibility of revolt as I have been in communication with the independence advocate known as Gandhi and came to an understanding. That this was a significant part of the unrest in the greater empire and in India specifically, as in past the military has and continues to act in a manner most barbarous.

It is not right that such a prestigious organisation of our nation acts in this manner and as monarch. I have great interest in the prestige of my ancestors and their institutions which is threatened by this.


So I ask you, will you allow this opportunity to pass? To bring greater peace, stability and harmony to the empire? To make the military an honourable institution once more?"
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>>1058585
>Honestly how can we call ourselves british if this goes on? This taking advantage of people? This callous behavior, This unjust treatment? Where is the honor? The nobility? The respect? That I know us to have? Can we really continue on with this? Can we really accept losing what it means to be british? To lose that noble soul? I ask you if we did, what would we have left?
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>>1058596
>*claps*

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Welcome to Cabin Control Quest. This is our Third ritual playing as James Fucking Henderson. A man who turned away from his rirsing superstar status in Hollywood to anually direct snuff films for the amusement of The Ancient Ones waiting to end humanity.

Recently it has been discovered that saboteurs have been trying to stop the rituals for unknown reasons. Last year's chemical outbreak and potentially the year before's intel failure being the work of your would be saboteurs. And now... something is loose.

> Continued From >>1043980

"Jess. Anything on your readouts?" You say inspecting the hallway.

"Nothing."

"No thermals and no ghosts?" You confirm.

"Nope." She answers.

"If it bleeds we can kill it." Norm notes sagely.

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>>1058060
Switch
I trust James to do his job but I don't know that other girl enough to trust her going solo
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>>1058420
AGREED
With a middle name like fucking how can you go wrong?
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Just finished binging the archive. Excited to be involved.
This quest is great.
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>>1058610

Throw in a vote newanon. Breaking the tie gets new post.
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>>1058620
On it, boss.

>>1058060
>Perspective switch

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Welcome to Modern Necromacy Quest: Redux! This time we follow Liz Shepherd from Olim, Maine, an 18-year-old high school graduate who’s just received a tome of unending horror in the mail, and is on a quest to become the best damn necromancer she can...or at least have some fun along the way. Last thread we...
>talked to Cat about his disappearance at the Unseelie Court
>learned our first attempt at warding was spotty at best
>tried again, did pretty well, though it took roughly five hours
>scared our Mom when we didn’t answer our phone (there’s a murderer of teenaged girls in the area)
>planted the seed we got from Bert at the garden shop
>answered a series of plant-based riddles it gave us, at which point it rewarded us with a small red jewel
>decided to go for a party, got an invite from our friend Felix and a ride from our other friend Ken
>hung out at the party for a bit, got awkwardly hit on by Felix
>noticed a recent friend of Felix’s, Tom, acting a bit odd, leading a girl away from other people
>chugged a truly nasty beverage on a dare and was too busy puking to help her, though someone else intervened and beat up Tom
>walked home and fell asleep after using upwards of 2 (two) gallons of listerine
And that’s where we are now...
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MNQR #1 -https://archive.b-stats.org/qst/thread/747132

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>>1058372
>>Work on finding remains and completing the Lesser Physical Form summon (suggest sources for the remains)

Look for a snake in a pet store dumpster or buy one and kill it.

Pretty sure it won't suffer if we just put it into a freezer.
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>>1058441
>>1058444
Rolling 1d2.
1 means we go into Portland
2 means we stick around, do LphF
Also, sick digits
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>>1058444
I thought we were gonna go for a nautical theme?
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You mull things over for a little while, torn between your obligations to Oberon and your desire to move forward with necromancy. Then, you think about what you’re likely to be doing. If Argus’ business with the library is any indication, you’re going to be in a pretty significant amount of danger when Oberon sends you out on an errand. While you’re sure Cat would do his best, and your budding skills at warding might help a bit, it’s simply not enough. You need a way to protect yourself, to really protect yourself. You need a physical form.

You return to your room, throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with the emblem of a band you haven’t listened to in years. You gather up the libation, the aconite, and the grimoire, going over what you need for the ritual. You need to gather a few more plants, but all of it quite common—you’re sure you can find what you need within a few hundred feet of the treehouse. Then, if the remains are clean bone, you’ll need an offering. Apparently if the remains still have a good amount of meat on them, you can forgo that step.

You lean back, chewing on your lip and thinking. Dead animals, dead animals...maybe a pet store? You’re sure they toss out guppies by the bucketload, and maybe even more exotic creatures. You grin to yourself, imagining a skeletal anaconda slithering across the ground. Now that would be a summon. So after a bit of googling, you find a pet store relatively close by and jump on your bike, bringing Cat’s skull, some meat, and a lighter in your bag. After a second’s thought, you toss in a water bottle as well. Gotta stay hydrated, after all.

You make it to the pet store without incident, and coast around the parking lot to the back, Cat soaring along behind you. The store is part of a larger outdoor mall, sandwiched between a hardware store and a pizza place. Almost immediately, you spot a dumpster, separate from the rest, with a yellow and black symbol emblazoned on the side. “Biohazard”, it reads. That’s the stuff, alright. You start to open it, but realize there’s a padlock on one end, and a thick one. Frowning, you wonder how to proceed.

>Have Cat open the lock. After all, you’ve got an offering for him so it should be fine.
>Try to bash it open with mundane means. No need to play an ace, if a two will do.
>Try to get access to the key somehow. It’s not like the pet store people are going to be guarding it, after all.
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>>1058570
>Try to bash it open with mundane means. No need to play an ace, if a two will do.
Evidently the Unseelie have police connections, and they don't mind having things swept under the rug; As long as there's no security cameras or witnesses around, they shouldn't mind just forgetting that we happened to leave our fingerprints here.

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Winnie calls it the "wolf wagon". It's her pride and joy, a restored cherry red challenger with custom pack pattern paint job and restored with authentic parts...with a few modern touch-ups here and there from Elsa's toolbox to bring the performance up.

Winnie told you one time that there's an atomic engine under the hood like that Gotham guy used to have in his car. You think she was joking. Maybe.

When people think about beastpeople and technology they usually picture them prowling through urban ruins or using Questmaps to chart out their wilderness territory, so they tend to give you funny looks when you explain that a lot of wolves are huge gearheads-Winnie included. You explain to them that although wolves are often very clannish and isolated in some way their personal worlds are "bigger" than humans. Their vision (and taste) are poor compared with humans, but they smell and hear far, far better. And they cover distance effortlessly through their alchemical enhanced strength. The average person lives and works in a sphere far smaller than a wolf, especially when wolves are given to instinctively roam and explore their "territory". Wolves see cars as ways to expand their territory and make it easier to roam. Cars are useful tools that take them from the city to the outskirts and forests quickly and conserves their natural strength.

Wolves are crazy about cars, and as an alpha wolf Winnie is especially crazy about cars. The wolf wagon is her baby. She cares for it like you care for your gunpla and imported BioArmor Manu Beetalion figurines. When you first started seeing her you asked if you could have a turn behind the wheel and she just chuckled, picked you up, and put you in the shotgun seat.

But tonight she's given you the keys. Tonight she wants you to drive. Tonight she's sat herself down in the shotgun seat and stares up at you with wide golden puppy dog eyes.

>Say/Do?

>Steal a kiss at a red light (Wolf)

>"So...ready to unwind tonight?" (Human)
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I think we've hit the jist of what needs to be said on top of being moderately friendly towards White Fell.

I move to jokingly ask Winnie what the average halfpup smells like in her opinion, remind White Fell of our initial "fuel the romp" goal, and then next scene.

That was a fun batch of dominant friendly stuff, I question if we should lead Winnie to the bedroom by the scruff of her neck as some more "hey look now I'm the alpha" fun. Can't imagine Winnie hating that too much with all past actions taken into consideration.

>>1058549
Nah.. she's more useful as a maid right now.
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>>1058522
>"Now, you have two choices tonight. You can stay here while Winnie and I mate and help with a few things, nothing icky, or you could go out and hunt for the evening. "
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>>1058554

I'm okay with this route as well.
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>>1058522
>Next scene
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>>1058522
>next scene

c'moonnn Winnie's gotta be ice cold be this point

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Suddenly, existence. You feel your sentience for the first time in... you have no idea. You were trapped in a dreamless sleep by something whose identity lies behind a mask of fogged memory. For an instant, you feel nothing but hatred. The desire for revenge. It consumes you totally, and your formless body becomes nothing but anger.

But first, you must regain your identity. Feeding off the yet unknown force that roused you awake, shards of memory are pulled to you. As you know, with memory grants identity, identity grants power, and power will grant revenge.

Who are you?
>Graumach, the Thunderous Brute, God of savagery and bloodshed. Favored form: a hulking man or beast with a single eye.
>Saleos, the Soaring Wyrm, Goddess of the sky and storms. Favored form: a winged serpent with multiple heads.
>Nythalogg, the Abyssal Father, God of the deep sea and secrets. Favored form: a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes.
>Malam, the Lord of Sin, God(dess) of excess and lust. Favored form: androgynous human with the head of a goat.
>Elophas, the Formless One, God of change and the wild. Favored form: variable, usually some sort of impossible beast.
>Bluugok, the Fetid Maw, God of plague and hunger. Favored form: a diseased rat with an oversized mouth
>Write-in.
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>>1058367
>Nythalogg, the Abyssal Father, God of the deep sea and secrets. Favored form: a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes
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>>1058406
>>1058434
As your identity returns, so does endless amounts of secret knowledge about the world. You feel your vast and alien body writhe in jubilation.

You look around your prison; you are currently its lone occupant. Using the vastness of your memory, you rembeber being trapped here by other entities like yourself. Unlike you however, they were little more than squabbling children ruled by emotion. The identity of your jailer still eludes you; but soon you willlearn the truth.

As you gaze into reality, you can feel the minds and thoughts of humans, a race that once worshiped and lavished you, feeding you precious secrets. If you want to regain any semblance of your former power, you must reposition yourself as an object of their adulation once again.

You spot four concentrations of humanity that are close to the sea; prime targets for your gifts.
>A large costal city that appears to be religiously inclined and based on trade. The number of scholars hungry for knowledge will be trivial to corrupt, but your presence will quickly draw the attention of more established religons
>An island based refugee camp built around a large temple. The humans despiration makes them easy to sway, but the temple may cause issues.
>A small fishing village based in a costal swamp is a bit inland for your tastes, but it's isolation allows for relatively safe growth.
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>>1058529
>An island based refugee camp built around a large temple. The humans despiration makes them easy to sway, but the temple may cause issues.
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>>1058529
>A small fishing village based in a costal swamp is a bit inland for your tastes, but it's isolation allows for relatively safe growth.

They might be inland but they fish and it will be easy prey and we can get the others later
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>>1058529
>A small fishing village based in a coastal swamp is a bit inland for your tastes, but it's isolation allows for relatively safe growth.

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The year is 2173 and the Human race is prospering. We have large colonies on both the moon and Mars, quantum computers are starting to become common, fusion has become widespread, the trip to and from Mars is numbered in weeks. But there's things we haven't done yet like leaving the solar system or breaking the speed of light. There have been dreams of aliens and hyperspace for the last two centuries that have yet to come to fruition. However, the universe is unimaginably vast. Even our own galaxy stretches the limits of Human imagination. Who know what could be out there?

There has to be aliens civilization out there even though we haven't detected it yet. You certainly believe so. Your parents might not, but you do and that's what important. That six year old mind of yours has so many good ideas. I've talked long enough so I've got some questions:
Who are you?
>m/f
>name
Where are you from?
>Mars colony
>Moon colony
>Earth
>Spacer, born on a ship
What do your parents do?
>Scientists
>Freighter captains
>Factory workers

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Is this a space civ quest?
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>>1057495
Nah, it's not a civ quest. Though it is in space
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>>1057137

I'm good with this dude, gives some flexibility
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>>1058265
thirding
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You are Reginald Huxdedoborough, son of one of the richest mean on Mars. You consider yourself a prince, even though you're not technically royalty. Much of what you do is book keeping for your dad but one day you'll rule the stars. That has always been a dream of yours, but you're the steward today. There has been protests from the freight pilots in the Belt and you are supposed to negotiate a deal to keep them quiet.

You ask your attendant for last minute check of your baggage to make sure you have your best suit. Natural fibers, only the best for you, no synthetics today. Your ship is a standard yacht capable of cross system navigation in comfort. The captain and security chief salute you as you board. "We're ready to take off whenever you say, sir." A quick nod in the captain's direction dismisses him to the bridge and you settle into your suite. Starship accommodations aren't the best but your room is the biggest and best looking on the ship. The hull thunks and rocks as you take off through the thin Martian atmosphere.

It's supposed to be an 8 day trip to the meeting place. You spend most of the 3rd day reading when you're called to the bridge. You could never make sense of the readings but even you can tell somethings up. The bridge is silent and the air is thick. The captain rises, "You've got to see this, sir. It's a ship and we don't know from where. No ship is supposed to be in this area and it's signatures don't match ours." He points out several of the screens that display sensor readings. They're off the charts. Your security chief speaks up, "We're under your orders. What should we do?"

>Hail it
>Turn tail and run
>Ignore it?
>Other write in?

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Welcome back to Xenomorph quest! Last time we got so much shit done it was almost sickening. We secured a farm and all its juicy moomoos, we killed rednecks, used all our eggs, Bitch slapped a bear as Twitch and Ox, Twitch got his ass kicked by a pissed off eagle and we molted Grimalkin into a Praetorian while Ox captured some dirty hippies. We named our lone Warrior Tiny and immediately kicked Doggo ass and immediately rewarded him with a Unique Mutation into our Alpha Warrior with a Height issue.

You are

> Grimalkin

> Twitch

> Ox

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>>1058230
This
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>Investigate the Waste treatment area
Besides infiltration, it might have useful resources/dead bodies
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>>1058230
thirding
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>>1057945
>Scout out the town with starscream
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>>1058540
It'd be great to have him give an aerial view through the mindlink the 'morphs use, would make the mapping of the settlement that much better.

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"Have you experienced someone dying? Can you recover from it relatively quickly? Can you
handle someone who is dying with compassion?"

“Hey Maximus, go play with Deso somewhere else." "Maximus." Far, blunt noises; must be
Deso riding Maximus. Soon, those stop. "It was during the Chasm. I lost my wife and both
little kids to the tsunami. It was just right after I left the surface to join the Third. "You glance at
your left. Then your eyes widen. A woman- no wait that's an Arma with shining blue hair,
standing right next to you... with a little smile on her face. "Had no time to mourn them,
though. Just as everything was going to hell, Maximus took me from the rubble and jumped
from the ship. Felt like falling for days." The Arma is leaning over the cellphone, silently.
Once she glances at you, she gets a finger on her lips and winks. "Got saved by one of the
ships down there. While searching for more survivors, we found another shipwreck about
to sink, got inside, and guess what." He pauses. "It seems one of the Hands ate a little

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>>1057571

They probably didn't build it for exactly that reason.

Because that machine doesn't have anything to do with their weird fetishes.

Probably.
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>>1057571
"The flipflop wearing dickwaffles are pretty savvy, think about it: there has already been one rebellion in Armas, and the whole point of them is that they're the strongest weapons around. The strongest weapons around with human brains. Without the leash of maintenance whats to keep them from going mercenary? demanding remotely fair wages? or worse yet, taking over themselves?

I bet life is pretty fucking sweet if you're a nigh unkillable death machine in one of those judge-grade anima suits. The last thing you want is some uppity living anima suit ruining your fun with things like actually giving a fuck about people and taking the time to actually improve shit. People smart enough to know how to put the bits together in a way that could actually wok for that are smart enough to know that you may as well be building void bombs and pulse rifles in your basement for how seditious something like that would be. "Hey godly super-weapons, work for me and you'll never have to pay for the one necessity you have in life ever again!" Yeah that'll go over real well with the people on top... Not that I'm not willing to try anyways.

There is a few ways that my idea could go wrong but as long as I have a few bits of frozen anima around to do some tests on I can make sure they don't happen.

As for why I'm explaining all this in front of our acrobatic volun-ployee here is a simple disjunction, either she's on the side of the fucks on top in which case Toasts little mission was doomed from day one or she's not and everything is peachy. We're just as fucked by telling her as we are if we didn't, but I can get a bit of interesting information from her in the latter case, and thus I opted to speak.

Also just because a silicon-nipple-licking gel-hedgehog knows some facts doesn't mean they've put them together. I was built to to that shit and I'm still only on par with a smart and decently well educated human... That said I bet they've figured it out but see no reason to do it, after all they can build a fucking army of their own if they really wanted to. I have to respect the original Sansui, he had a damn good plan for when the fucks on top came for him. It's his chucklefuck forks that I want to drown in their own vats of hair gel."
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"The flip-flop wearing dickwaffles are pretty savvy, think about it." Preah gives you her
neutral grin, next to a barely irked Roomba. Meanwhile, the hormother risks her life for a
cookie. She hides behind Trash this time, instead. "There has already been one rebellion
in Armas, and the whole point of them is that they're the strongest weapons around."

"Ajam," Preah says, in her deep, eager? tone.

"The strongest weapons around with human brains. Without the leash of maintenance,
what's to keep them from going mercenary? Demanding remotely fair wages? Or worst yet,
taking over themselves?"

"You know, that's what everyone thinks." Trash points out, facing you with her thighs spread
and her feet floating. "And that is exactly why the first gen Armas were a fucking disaster.
They tried to rule them with fear."


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"You are more than fucking welcome to try," Trash points out, "but Armas aren't on a leash
anymore. They've been tamed. Bought with love and care. They believe their sacrifices to
be heroic. The Armas that defend their ships do so mostly because they actually give a fuck, no
money in the galaxy is worth fighting Hands." Trash doesn't sigh, but for a second there her
blond hair remains very still. "They die gruesome deaths, Hands wrap around their
body and constrict their bones until there's nothing but dust. I'm not an Arma," Trash leans
back, both her hands behind her nape, "but death by melting slowly doesn't seem far
worst."

"Ooooooh, so you think so." Trash opens her mouth but doesn't reply to Preah. The Arma
does a little dance with her bulky, black legs as she turns at her. "Some of the military Armas
that end up defecting have found a very cold place. A glacier. One of many." Preah grabs a
cookie and crushes it over her hand, then grabs the chocolate chips one by one. "It's not
enough to keep their bodies sturdy, of course. It's enough to live."


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"As for why I'm explaining all this in front of our acrobatic volun-ployee" you look at her directly,
"here is a simple disjunction, either she's on the side of the fucks on top in which case Toasts
little mission was doomed from day one or she's not and everything is peachy. We're just
as fucked by telling her as we are if we didn't, but I can get a bit of interesting information from
her in the latter case, and thus I opted to speak."

"Ooooooooh." Her eyes widen without bright. "You are very hard to understand. You must be
very deep."

"She thinks you are allied with !'%& and little Deso to fuck us over hard." Trash states then
intercepts the hornmother just as this one grabs the last cookie and throws it at the What. The
face of the hornmother makes Roomba pretty much jump from the couch. "But I know you
aren't, because if you were I'd beat the shit out of you and you don't want that."

"I'd beat the shit out of you!" It's Trash's voice on a much higher pitch.

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THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL!

After the battle over the Forest Moon of Endor, chaos still reigns in a galaxy recovering from the chains of the GALACTIC EMPIRE!

Striking from MANDALORE, the warrior clans march in a new uprising, led by the legendary BOBA FETT!

The NEW REPUBLIC, formerly the REBEL ALLIANCE, struggles to rebuild their former territory!

In the shadows of the UNKNOWN REGIONS, the brilliant GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN gathers the strength of the IMPERIAL REMNANT!

It is in these times that fortunes may be made, empires may be built, and fates may be spun.

You are ADMIRAL JANUS CAIN, commander of a small warfleet, currently in Dest Mossiot, conversing with the governor on war plans...

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>>1058297

>Fire the Hypervelocity gun (asteroid)
Engage while they are at range. No point taking fire before they are weakened.
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>>1058297
I'm curious

If we burn forward and bring them in range of our guns, will we be blocking the Hypervelocity Gun with our own fleet?
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>>1058391
Oh shit. Good question.
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>>1058297
>>Another TIE assault, with feeling this time.
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>>1058350
Seconding.

Let them come to us, we have a defenders advantage - why throw it away?

Welcome back, cadets, to the (early) seventy-third installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm Wong, your host, and today you are UJCIDF SOUL Lieutenant Amos A. Wedge, known to the Avalonian forces on Qu'lir as the Blue Knight and pilot of the S-Delphinius Prototype.


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Right now, you are running out of a luxury hotel, more or less dragging your girlfriend Irina Gaunt, followed by your friend Garret Luxol and the Fleur sisters who compose the Three Black Stars, Lyanna, Lyra, and Lara.

Let's start this off with you rolling a few unmodified 1d10s, shall we? They're unmodified because they have different modifiers, which I'll add in personally.
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I'll be late for the session today, father dragged me to copacabana and it'll take sometime before I get home again...
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>>1057504

Someone you've seen before more than once.

>>1057553

Let's not think that far ahead, shall we? It creates an awful lot of extra work for me.

>>1057631

Honestly, the one whose daily life receives the most consideration from me is Kathrine. I may not be 100% clear even in my own mind if she's actually been Rosita's friend/stooge since childhood, so I can't confirm THAT, but in its own way it kind of works. Rosita is exactly the kind of person to have an incredibly overworked assistant/First Mate.
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>>1057713

Most jetform mecha do.
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I wish there was some way to combine Fuse missiles with the Balloon version of the shadow projector.
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>>1058535
could deploy the balloons and then put the mines inside them.



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