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Behold, your new life now presented in isekai trash format, and it's not even the fun power fantasy kind. That's right, you were not accounted as one of Truck-kun's listed victims, and the shitty goddess gave you an ultimatum. Death or pick a class and live in this alternate world! The problem is, the classess are all shitty! Look at these!

> Peasant [Lvl 1]

> Skeleton [Lvl 1]

> Goblin [Lvl 1]

> Other trash tier existence is open for choice

What will you pick? Quick, the shitty goddess will toss you into the afterlife if you don't pick it fast!
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We make him give us milk in exchange for our cooperation
Meh. We just comply, get Karla's body back with new v a m p i r e powers and escape to upper levels of the dungeon.
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Ah forgot. Pic not related.
Either we agree or decline to help, we must prepare for some internal strife. The Vamp. Lord may be following "Hold your friends close, hold your enemies even closer" and will try to keep us on check. If we accept, watch out for """partners""" who'll report on our movements. Either way, we should concentrate on either escape to another hiding place or inventing telekinetic firearms in secret.
All we need to do to avoid “partners” is to push our luck farther than any other being can keep up.

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Last time on Worm Quest: You fought a runner for one of the gangs and I got hit by a car on the way back from a wedding.

I have a Discord, it is for answering questions and telling you guys when I'm running: https://discord.gg/uWAmQGn

You were about to dive forwards and finish this, take him down in one decisive strike, or at least that was the plan.
Unfortunately, that's not quite what happened.

He leaps first, coiling himself like a spring before wrenching a pipe off of the wall and launching himself at you weapon raised, you try to dodge but his improvised weapon impacts heavily with your raised forearm. He lands and rolls, turning to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face that swiftly dies when he sees your lack of reaction.

"Fuck me, what are you made of?"

"More than you."


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Maybe even have a calling card to leave behind because Manic gives no fucks
Fair enough. Counterpoint, they are Nazi's. We could skin them alive, coat them in liquid shit, and then dip them in salt water and it'd be about as ethically questionable as pirating a steam game with denuvo.
>fear and loathing act 2
more jack baby
>Fear and Loathing Act Two: Shadows in the Moonlight
>One Bad Day Act Two: Laugh and Cry.

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<You are Erick Vanders, assistant manager at WalMart Supercenter in Washington DC. Or so you were, until an untimely death saw the end of your normal life. Now, you find yourself trapped, along with several others, in an unforgiving death game orchestrated by an enigmatic black sphere known only as Gantz. Its rules are simple: hunt and kill monsters, aliens, from other worlds before the time limit, or be killed by them. With the promise of a way out, and Gantz's technologically advanced arsenal as your driving force, can you live through the agony of life after death? Or will your mind and body break like the hundreds of others that lived before you?>


<Can you survive Gantz?>

Character Sheets: https://pastebin.com/YFCPB2ax (UPDATED)
Equipment & Special Menu: https://pastebin.com/YzeFUVaN
QM's Twitter: https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar
Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gantz

1. Rolls will be counted on a best of 3 basis for the first 3 posts. Nat 20s and 1s override previous votes but are only overridden by each other.
2. Waiting time for votes will count for 20 min, unless 5 or more votes are submitted at which I will count the most popular after 5 minutes.
3. Write Ins are integrated into the narrative, so long as they're not too out of character or retarded.

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>>Deal with Lapis first
We'll choke the shit out of her
>>Deal with Rose first

if she's down we won, she is te one protecting the others, she has to go down first

>Deal with Rose first

Kill the tank, the rest will fall.
>Deal with Rose first
Shoot medics first. All the time. Every time.
>>Deal with that damn lion
how about we try to use our psy to communicate with the lion and set him up on attacking the gems?
there must be a way to communicate with him like that.

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The temple sits atop a high, shallow peak. You’ve lost count after two hundred steps, careful to not trip over your own robes. The makeshift staff you carry has supported much of your weight as you ascended the hill, but you’re determined to reach the peak – as a second-born son now coming of age, you have been ordained to join the ascetic way of life. Your journey now is to reach enlightenment and become one with the Deities.

At the top, a wizened old man with a flowing white beard greets you. “Ah, young one, we have been anticipating your arrival. You wish to join our Order, yes? Good…I see from your robes you must belong to Durian, no? It has been long since a novice from those parts come here…very long indeed…You must not be aware of our customs then young one. You may hear that us monks have been blessed with boons and abilities, but these are not taken without giving something in return. Do you understand? We are monks of service, young one. And to join us, you must be willing to give something. What will you give?”

> Vow of Blindness [Monk will wear a blindfold for the entire run of the quest]
> Vow of Silence [Monk will only communicate nonverbally for the entire run of the quest]
> Vow of Hunger [Monk will only eat once a week.]
> Vow of Bareness [Monk will walk bare, exceptions for optional minor jewelry and loincloth]
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How the heck are we supposed to research if we cannot read? Pure meditation? Having someone read it to us?
>Second Spoiler
Well, there could be plenty of reasons why a person would sequester them self in a temple isolated from the rest of the world. I wouldn't think it out of the ordinary for them to relinquish their given names while there, to further let go of their old world.

Perhaps you could have the Temple Masters give us a title or brand of sorts to distinguish us while here. Or you could just give us a name you see fit. I don't mind the idea of being unnamed, but if it ends up a problem on your end, feel free to do what you need to make it easier on yourself.
I like the idea of >>2735189

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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, Gacha game addict and owner of an all-seeing eye. Sort of.

-You went to the Oregon desert and unearthed a time capsule.
-Inside was a tape of Darkbloom's experiments on you, Camelia and Galatea as children.
-There was also a device similar to the ones implanted in the three of you.
-You came to an awful realization: David Darkbloom murdered your parents.


Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy
Season 1 Index: https://pastebin.com/u/DirtyCeriseFaggot
Fan Wiki: https://fquest.miraheze.org
Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CeriseSoliloquy (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here)

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next episode is going to have rose replaced with NEO-Rose
When do we get an FQOP column on the chart?
When does Alabaster get 9/9 girls 1/1 boys 1/1 quest writer
“We’re trapped in the dream machine” will be the new constant low level paranoia to replace “S U C C U B U S”
One of the girls is going to die, and inevitably, one of you fucks will post “it’s okay!! We’re still dreaming!!” and it will be a lie.

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Hello and welcome back to Synthetic Gods Quest.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Hivemind_Chan
Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Synthetic%20Gods%20Quest

In the last session we awoke two thousand years in the future following an experimental treatment. We successfully dug ourselves out of the sealed room and encountered an ongoing sacrifice to a horrifying monster. We decided to save the sacrificial girl by ambushing it and brutally murdering it through repeatedly imploding it with telekinesis at the cost of minor wounds.
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Are the villagers still packing shop or will they stay now that we killed the immediate threat?
They are staying, yes
To be fair you need to take into account that it was a cost benefit decision. Villagers decided that a risk of attempting evacuation through a dangerous route is lower than confronting that creature. When creature died the risk of evacuating became higher than the risk of staying in the village.
>with the help of village chef
This amuses me greatly.
Those parasites are fucking raw!

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Hey y'all. If you couldn't tell, this quest will be taking place in the well known DC Comics universe. Here there be gods and monsters, magicians and aliens, and even a clown or two. But bear in mind that due to various time travel related and or multiversal shenanigans, the DC world is ridiculously complex as a whole. So I'll be running a very streamlined version of it. And to be up front about it, it will likely be shaped by my own likes, dislikes, and biases.
Oh, and aforementioned shenanigans won't be making an appearance.

>The Rules
I will write up the life of our young hero Morgan Barrett, a high school student who has just truly begun his career as a superhero in Gotham City as Gray Ghost, you will be given prompts to direct him.
Some things will require a dice roll to determine success or failure or something else entirely. Write In's are absolutely encouraged but I reserve the right to torpedo anything.

The voting period will last 20 minutes after the prompts are given. I will then announce the voting closed and write up the chosen response.

>The Dice
We will be using 1d100 ninety percent of the time here. Best of three. We might use something else when applicable. I'll be running with a loose sort of degrees of success/failure thing here so no real DCs.

>The Pastebin

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well that's all I got for questions
so thanks for running
Any chance of us seeing an alt-universe Morgan that became a villain? His powers would be perfect for an assassin.
I'll be real with you anon, while I don't really follow Teen Titans Quest. I know the QM is doing things with evil counterparts. And since I'm trying to avoid retreading the same things as other DC quests, that's more than likely a no. But that does sound like an interesting prompt for a future write-up.
Awesome. Will there be debriefing? Will it include Ted or his sorcerous friend?
There will be something of a debriefing. What the Titans went through just now was a fair bit more intense than usual so there's going to be a sort of League checkup next thread. Then you'll have some freedom to just kind of do whatever you feel like. No big team stuff for a bit.

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Mammon: "WAR PLANET! Has Spoken!"

>Metal groans from the depths of WAR PLANET's mechanisms
>This place
>This monument to bloodshed
>You came here for a lot of reasons
>You wanted to save a friend
>You wanted to steal back lost technology
>You wanted to win

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It only affects our self.
Another idea
Our very presence drives our enemies to destroy themselves and only themselves in the most gruesome way imaginable.

This changes something about ourselves (giving us an aura of sorts) but it makes our enemies die. It's not perfect but it might work to deal with both Mammon and Loozar
Knock on affects hit other people.
>Our very presence drives our enemies to destroy themselves and only themselves in the most gruesome way imaginable.
>And so does for his allies.
>And so does so for himself.
You silly billys.

Just wish for the power to control how OWN form works.

Then wish for unlimited wishes.

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Henry arrived in the City of Grutzberg to an odd site, broken clocks littering the streets, and a deeper mystery needing to be explored. He’s captured Ophelia, a mad genius responsible for creating the clockwork abomination that stalks the cities streets come nightfall, and that has holed up in the sealed off clocktower, unbeknown to the church. Henry is working to subdue or capture the creature, first working under the church, and now for himself, to acquire it. Will our ‘hero’ prevail and gain access to the monsters blueprints and its “corpse” or will he fail?

Quest rules:
1. All dice rolled are assumed to be D100 unless otherwise stated
2. In most situations, only the first two dice rolls will be counted, if the threads become more popular this may be changed. This choice ultimately falls to the Lorekeeper, odd circumstances may cause him to overlook this rule (a ton of crits later down the chain for instance)
3. All dice rolls are final
4. Critical fails are considered to be between 1-5, Critical hits are between 95-100. Crits overpower any other roll except another crit. In the rare chance that a crit fail and crit success happen. The Lorekeeper will do something interesting from a story angle. Similarly, rolling 2 of the same number will be considered a MEGA crit, just pray its two high numbers.
5. Near misses may occur, where a rolled number is close to the required threshold, whether over or under. This can have an impact on how the story proceeds. However these are up to the decision of the Lorekeeper.
6. Sometimes there are optional choices one may participate in, these will generally NOT be taken unless there are multiple posters who wish it, assuming there are multiple posters in the thread
7. There are often times choices with multiple parts, each part is counted separately, unless otherwise stated, sometimes rolls will be required before counting the second, third, etc, part
8. There will be “Time Limited” decisions, in which characters may only do a set number of actions, these will be clearly marked. Generally you will only be able to choose one decision per ‘round’.
9. Interviews: Interviews will generally be a freeform set of questions that the readers have to ask the person they are interviewing. No hand holding here, I will purposefully leave up wrong answers or decisions, although for the most part careful readers will be able to tease these out.
10. Rules may be subject to change between threads, but will not change during the same thread. These rules are what we will follow for the remainder of this thread.

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Ophelia slapped her face a couple of times to snap herself out of her funk. She wasn’t about to let a little headache get in the way of an amazing invention. She journeyed back into her lab, swept a large load of papers and other junk onto the floor. She’d have time to pick it up later. She grabbed a large list of components, metal parts, etching acid, and other various bits and bobs, and got to work.

She sketched out the blueprints she’d drafted out to completion. The device would function, the main problem would be its power supply. It’d only have so much charge for the ghiests placed inside of it, and the glass canister containing the ghiests would be fragile. Stronger glass maybe? She didn’t know if such a material even existed, but it could be something for later.

The iron and small steel fittings would have to do, she didn’t have the time to grab enough steel to make the entire thing out of it. The device could… dramatically overheat if used incorrectly, at least that was her best guess. BUT it would fire a couple shots at least before being dangerous to the user.

Lastly were the ghiests themselves, she managed to use a few restriction runes on the contained mercurial ghiests to guide them into a glass container she’d had on hand. They let out silent screams and rammed angrily into the containers walls, but otherwise did nothing. They couldn’t shatter the glass unless she allowed them to, and why would she release a couple of angry ghiests into her lab, not only would she lose the damned things, they’d dissipate upon contacting sunlight, and she’d never be able to find them.

The device was a shoddy dangerous and clunky thing. The actual emitter was made out of slightly rusty iron parts and held together with steel screws and clamps. She’d had to make a backpack for the ghiest container, and it would be a massive target for anyone with more brainpower than a clam, but the firepower it would grant… she could make improvements later, she wanted to test the thing… just to make sure it was functional of course, not because she wanted to see something melt… that was just b-barbaric.
Ophelia donned her crudely made ghiest-caster, heading back down to the basement, coming to an empty room with brick walls and a brick floor, and nothing else to speak of. She removed a couple of light runes from her workman’s garb and placed them into slots along the wall, activating them and casting the room in artificial sunlight. She’d considered turning this into a testing chamber at one point, but she’d just never had the time to get in properly set up, still. It would be a fantastic place to get the testing done, as long as she pointed the ghiest thrower away from the interior of the warehouse.

The thrower ended up weighing a good deal. Ophelia had trouble carrying it and the thing was awfully bulky, making it slightly difficult to walk. However she managed to get it down the steps with no real problems. Quite a feat she thought to herself.

She gently primed the caster, hearing the ghiests plinking against the glass and iron container on her back. The thing was already warm to the touch, and was rapidly heating up in her hands. A moment later, a bright blast of flame erupted from the nozzle, violently impacting the wall.

Ophelia held the trigger down until the nozzle was glowing red hot, then released it. A hole had been burned clean through the brick wall and a half dozen feet into the earth that was behind it. Dripping bits of molten earth and brick dripped around the edge of the hole. One of the two gheists was no longer present inside of the tank, she’d used up all of its residual energy and it had dissipated.

Still, holy hell, this thing was potent. She’d have to work on further improving it. Right now it was rather finicky. She’d had to drop the caster itself due to its high temperature for one. Eventually she just deposited the thing in the corner of the room, she’d have to wait for it to cool down. Perhaps the baron would be interested in it, though the church’s stance on using ghiests would be troublesome.

1. Head over to the clocktower to meet the baron
2. Preform a secondary action (write in)
>1. Head over to the clocktower to meet the baron
>head over to the clocktower to meet the baron
will get post up tomorrow

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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, and after a brief quarrel with the ruler of Skansen you've finally managed to get around to the reason why you came to this island chain in the first place. The yōma who had infested Skansen's underground fighting ring are dead, crushed by your bare fists or impaled by your partner Valentina's wicked nails. The last lucky one got it both ways.

It's now the morning after, and the two of you have had a chance to rest. You can't speak for Valentina of course but you really didn't need to rest at all, but any chance to wash up and take care of yourself in general is a welcome reprieve from the normal routine of a warrior. And although you weren't really hungry either you had a small snack shortly after getting out of bed that put a little extra bounce in your step this morning, owing to the fact that you've discovered an even more concentrated form of coffee than what Hazaran can offer. It's practically chewable.

“So that's it then?” Valentina wonders as you wander down the streets of Skansen towards the King's Islet. “Seems like an awful lot of trouble for what it turned out to be.”

“Isn't it always?” you sigh. “When was the last time you ever struggled against a normal yōma?”

“I don't think I ever have,” she admits, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Though I've heard about it happening.”

She's stronger than she gives herself credit for. You know that much, but what you don't know is how to convince her of that. Partially awakening so early in her career left her with heavy doubts about her own self-control which still cripple her today... even though she obviously survived her close brush, she's still terrified of what might happen if she pushes herself that far again.

“To answer your question yes,” you continue, “we have accomplished our mission, and now we should be moving on.”

“Then why are we going back to see the king?”

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Noel's first partner was the current #7 of Noel's Generation. She died hunting an AB with Noel, which gave Noel the "Bad Luck" nickname. So that spot has been empty for quite some time with no claymore of the current generation strong enough to fill in that slot.
We should try to use our white fist with our feet, a kick like that could hit even harder
OR use it to sweep someones feet out from under them, literally
there's bound to be a section on kicks in our monk book. we just haven't read the book up to that point yet. Still pissed that we failed to teach Valentina the most basic Monk signs.
Kek lucky seven, Even MORE irony.
>We both shot up six ranks for dispatching a few weak youma
This is sketchy as hell.

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The rain falls in a pitter patter outside the building, breaking the silence that pervades it as the gnoll matriarch watches your representatives bicker and wheedle, both amongst themselves and to the Tyrant and herself.

Last thread: >>2668203

Discord link for things like intrigue, tidbits of lore, general discussion, and shitposting, mostly the latter:

Relevant Pastebins:
https://pastebin.com/xdT9HbRY (embed) - Mechanics (some elements being reworked).
https://pastebin.com/cY8y5ALf (embed) - Setting Overview
https://pastebin.com/B44RSQMf (embed) - Magic
https://pastebin.com/V6v90R0y (embed) - Tech Bin
https://pastebin.com/bAEtHYmh (embed) - History of the Civ
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ocqvJxL0Ie7hzNcAhUI8R5lRF8h334DyDitngurgzAU/edit?usp=sharing - Population Spreadsheet

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Gaeral Metalar and the Blood of Khazir shall stand behind Ósoisa Phaega Dayr for the position of Tyrant.
The clan of Riverisa shall support
You got my vote!
>Ensuring current alliances and Protectorates remain the same
One of the failings of the last Tyrant was he did not reward the wisdom of our Protectorates, they have seen it is better to stand with us by our sides as comrades in arms than against us. We will see that they become strong to stand by our side, i will see to the construction of numerous military academies and the expansion of our own so that they might learn how to fight not like simple warriors, but Conquerors! We will see your lives changed for the better under the leadership of Ierok

>How to keep our dignity after this disposal of the Tyrant
Dignity? where would be our dignity if we did not act, thrown to the wind because strong men refused to put their vote forward to stand against something they believed in their Ierian hearts to be wrong! That is what it means to be Ierian! To make your will known and to act upon it. There is no loss of Dignity when doing what you must for your nation and people!

>How to subjugate foreign cultures without upheaval
A wild beast must first be broken to achieve its true potential, we we broken and lost int he Ashlands but we built ourselves up again stronger than ever. Those beyond our borders will face a test in us, a test of their worth! Should they fall before us in our conquests then it is proof enough their gods have not saved them? it is proof enough that their way is inferior to our own? We shall educate, train and discipline them, forging them into something magnificent. Those whom resist to the very end? Well they have dared oppose us and will be met with death lest their weakness spread.

>How to deal with the Eastern Lopan and Lukidor in the meantime
They fear us, as they should, but we know they have their strengths and are not some feeble thing. No we will strengthen our forces and borders and in time we will offer our hand to them...what happens next will be up to them...

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Keyword: Pokemon
Chapter Directory: https://pastebin.com/my72UJDu
Ch. 12: >>2704796
New and Interested? The Chapter Directory is your friend. Or, jump right in and go with the flow! Make sure to bring your suspension of disbelief.
Some hundred or so years ago, legendary showman and unabashed exploiter of ethics, P.T Teeheehaw, christened what many consider to this day a landmark achievement in the history of shady establishments—the Carny-Gee Hall of Oddities™, a five freak show dedicated entirely to all things bizarre and enticing. The kinds of mysterious, unexplained anomalies that can only exist in a world where man somehow coexists with creatures capable of such fanatical feats as breathing fire, stirring snow, and sweating poison. When what most would consider to be 'bizarre' is already commonplace, what's left to gawk at with intrigue? That was the question Teeheehaw sought to answer, and one need only look to the history books for the answer he found.

The freaks ranged largely from deformed mons to ungodly hybrids—by and large a zoo of hideous love children with faces so wretched not even a mother could love them. Eventually, the astounding success of Carny-Gee Hall led to a mobile successor, a traveling sideshow that toured the world and took it by storm! Alas, with the progress of time came the whiplash of hindsight. What were once considered the glory days of carnival amusement very swiftly turned into politically incorrect, culturally insensitive, exploitative exhibitions of complicit hate and outrageously out-of-touch ignorance. Ticket sales plummeted drastically and in a desperate attempt to adapt to the times, the show peacefully sunset the freaks entirely and transformed wildly. Today, the show is more-or-less a standard circus with a troupe of more-or-less sound performers who don't exactly entertain, but at least they don't offend.

Somewhere on Akala Island, the second island in the Alolan archipelago, the modern day incarnation of Carny-Gee Hall practices their latest routine . . .
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Was out for most of the day, sorry.

"You know," Touca Touko begins, as he stands out in the open, holding a bowl of menudo with his back intentionally turned. "I remember seeing a scene similar to this in a movie a while back, and in the movie everything goes horrifically awry and the entire cast is just hit with this synchronous feeling of 'aw shit'. And the black kid is the first to die. So, that's making me presume that, uh, this most likely won't work. What was the plan again, Mister Bazoucan?"

"Scrahaw! You're supposed to be the bait, Touca Touko! The bait to lure out Marcel's cryptic cryptid!"

"And why did I have to be the one to do it?"

"Scraw! You're the most expendable by far!"

"Ouch. And this soup—this is really supposed to summon that thing?"

"So claim the rumors, scraw! There also supposedly needs to be a Litwick placed before a tombstone in order to guide the creature through the darkness of its own miasma. Marcel! Scraw! How are you faring on that front?"

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The signature attack of mimes

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optimistically, the war will be over by--- well nevermind.


we have bigger problems than the potential end of the world in cataclysmic fire

the black rebus assault team that kidnapped one of our men following the death of scholae veritnor have retreated to their rendezvous point, awaiting pick up from their no doubt dark masters.

what they're not expecting is us to come kick in the door and get out friend back

you need to make this quick, trenchers. we can't distract command from noticing you stole a supply truck and drove off into the desert on your own forever, all right?

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Tackling this one is going to be a right mess, Trenchers.

We were initially puzzled by a heavy push down the Seriaki valley. We thought Legion Command had finally gone mad, given up on strategy. Maybe they simply wanted try to smashing apart the defensive lines by sacrificing men and material to the grinder. We are so used to the Legion being efficient and meticulous that High Command had no plan for how to response against complete madness.

It rolled up the 2nd and 5th Corps and, as mentioned, cut off the 3rd. We were all practicing our Pytherii and trying to work out the conjugations because there seemed to be no stopping them.

And then a miracle happened.

As it turns out, Legion Command over-extended their forces into a brittle advance. And rather than be washed away by the time they were low on supplies, surrounded and facing down the largest mass movement of soldiers in four months the 3rd started gaining ground.

Not much. But enough to stall the forward momentum and cut into the Pytherian supply lines.

Now, I am telling you all this so you understand, Trenchers.

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I wish I could tell you some good news.
I wish I could say they won't know we'll be coming, or that they'll be under supplied, or tired, or worried.

Trenchers, I can't lie.

Our enemy knows we'll be coming, will be holed up in a heavily defensible position, they'll be highly motivated, well equipped and prepared to die for the cause because they know that even in death they might still serve and should they die preventing us from getting to Voltera, we won't ever learn enough about their Unity project to find out how to stop it.

So, Trenchers.
It appears I am once again asking the impossible.


Gerean pauses a moment with a brief, wry smile

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Compass is so precious.

>Comes from who knows where
>Does who knows what
>Casually pwns a demon
>Departs into the sunset

I want to see more of his story.
>surprisingly extensive network of bribery, negligence, malfeasance and corruption
I think we have a new source of expendable one-step-above-a-dummy troopers, people!
Formally requesting the persons guilty of enabling the mole operation to be demoted to Troopers, formed into a penal unit and put at the front of the reinforcement pool.


Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice odds for best of 3: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.
Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the the PTU system, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves and also may leave you open to an interrupt, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.

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Thanks for running as always, Gobble! You're the best.
For the bin, I'd like a little blurb about the girls visiting each other, but maybe that'll be shown in later threads.
[Hana's big dark memories of being inappropriately exploited when she was very vulnerable. She's in as good a place as she can be with it, but is almost too reluctant to explore that part of her memories because she really doesn't want the bad things in her life to shape or define her.]
Thanks for running Gobble!
Oh dear
That seems pretty important. I thought it was going to be something related, not the event itself. Like, a super hateful angry Hana from when it happened, or something like that.

I almost forgot I meant to start this today! But it's still today for me so it's okay. pls

This thread is a continuation of chapter four, but as there are only a few updates remaining in it I didn't want to qualify it as its own part. Instead, I will finish chapter four and afterward post the interlude chapter (which hopefully won't be too ridiculous a length, but which I think is better served here, despite being a more traditional story [no player input] for archive and consolidation purposes, than a nameless pastebin) to end the thread. Chapter five will begin according to the normal schedule, in line with the monthly manga release. Thanks for your patience this past week.

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=houseki
While you contemplate running off to Jet's aid, Cuprite gets close to the violent appendage, eyeing the yellow-orange fragments embedded in it.

"Wait, Cuprite let me help."

You wait for it to stop thrashing. Cuprite, much harder than yourself, keeps ready to try and stop it clamping down, and you reach in to grab a piece, all at once tugging it away. It sways in tantrum, almost catching you in its aimless fit, but it calms down after a moment. Those fits last shorter each time, trading between snatching out the pieces. Eventually a reactive flinch is all that's left, and you safely pull around the skin in search of stone splinters.

Soon there are none left to be found, and the creature's manner is calmed, until another roar sparks its action. From just outside the school, the second creature's trumpet ignites the first again, and free of the shards sunk into its skin, it pulls harder to remove it from the wooden cuff. The beams bend inward and break open, letting it free. Kyanite dives out of the way when he realizes that it's turning around. It runs toward the front, hardly taking the time to feel past obstacles, and hitting many.

"No, w-wait come back, I wasn't done looking!"

Despite running ahead, the beast isn't making so much headway that it's impossible to keep up, and you're quickly close behind it just as it bursts from the front and falls into the pool, splashing water onto everyone gathered around. It clambers, clinging to the side and kicking its round legs underwater.

Uvarovite waves from atop the other creature, not charging nor stepping on any otherwise occupied brainiacs. Kongo and Malaya stand either side of it. This one, although in physicality it seems more or less same as the other, if not a bit smaller, has more frivolous decorations. A sheet made from loops of sparkling cut stones of every color hangs from its tusks, and over its back a similar coat of pearls and intricate weaving.

Kyanite comes stomping from the foyer and points to the half submerged one. "Get that out of there, that fabric is getting water damaged!"

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"I believe the danger has passed, we should now recoup. Antozonite, I see Jacinth was broken, has anybody else been hurt?"

He's tall.

It's an odd thing to think, since you've been near him your whole life, but it's the way he's standing. Growing so accustomed to his image and how he moves, his slight change in posture is only more apparent: tensed, shoulders lowered but no more than a half inch, neck bent but not more than a degree. To anyone else, still perfect posture. To you, dejection. There's something else, too. Not a definite memory of it, at the least you can tell you haven't really seen this before, but it's a faint feeling as if you have. Lignite's? It feels different.

"Y-yes. Jet's leg was broken inside. He's still awake. I can show Opal."

"Please do, the rest of us will stay and collect Jacinth's pieces."

You call Opal over and vanish into the school, leaving the feeling of the allusion to a memory of a memory behind. Cuprite comes trotting past with an armful of sunflower golden shards, and Kyanite the opposite way toward the stairs, with his own armful of dancing decorations and fabrics. Jet lay just where he was before, leaning exactly as he had against the stones beneath the ocean, opening his eyes and gifting you charity to his resting. His soft smile bridges across the hairline canyon splitting his face.

"Figured it out?"

"Yeah, Sensei got it done."

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