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You are a group of humans or human allies who have all bought quite expensive fare on board a modified Litharian vessel. Your portion of the ship has been scaled up for your comfort and left off limits for crew. Still it is quite cramped and crowded. Why are you on a Litharian ship you may ask, it is because only Litharians will fly into the dead zone, much less land on an inhabited planet within. You are after a pirate treasure rumored to be hidden on Pyrosis IV.
>species (please describe xeno races)
>gender (get creative, even humans can be some form of hermaphrodite)
>Skills (1 major 2 minor)
>equipment (try not to go over board, it cost the murder-rabbits alot to modify the ship and you probably sold alot of stuff to get a ride)
>AI (here you will suggest what sort of tech your brain will connect to, from off the grid to universal. Or just some of bio, ESP, Arcane, or electro tech.)
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Rolled 52, 18 = 70 (2d100)

>Repositions anything solid and movable in front of the door.

>Readies rifle.
Rolled 69 (1d100)

Sneak the ObsDrone down the hall to get a look at the breach.
Oh ok. Never mind.

Tarsus readies his Pistol and takes a position in cover.
You ever gonna join the battle?
Rolled 11 (1d100)

Duck into a room. Use empathy to sense the invaders. Try and stab them through the walls.

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Stage 158: Demons and Other Funny Things.

Your heart is not pounding, and your blood isn't exactly surging, but you can feel the slow build of chemicals in your bloodstream, the strange disconnect between mind and body that comes with the unleashing of emotion into your body and mind. Oddly, it isn't anger, or rage, or surprise, or even shock that is the emotion at the forefront of your mind. All reasonable and expected reactions to discovering that your principle and lover, your bride-to-be, is putting on a Noh Play based on a particularly vicious and dangerous fight that you had with a pair of full fledged, honest to Kami oni who served a Dragon God.

It is fear.

It is something of a surprise for you to feel fear as the understanding of exactly what play Kumatori Kiki – Ryuu Kiki to a certain group of Yakuza thugs and warriors – intends to put on for display to the public is inadvertently revealed to you by the placement of a simple advertisement in the haute couture shop you brought your seer and your priestess to. You had hoped to indulge them in a sensual experience involving some latex, perhaps aa gown or something even more exotic for your elegant, muscular, beautiful seer Er Yin. Kiku-chan, your priestess, is too hot for such materials to be entirely safe, though you could always inquire about something even more exotic. You have the money to pay for it, of course....

“May I help you?”

You slowly turn to the young woman who addresses you with a measure of impatience. Despite the gorgeous and incredibly well designed clothing you each wear – your own design in two cases, and something nearly as beautiful and expensive in one – she apparently has the distinct impression that you are not people who are worth her time. Perhaps she is particularly busy, or has simply had a rough day. Kiku, looking rather alarmed, looks up at you and speaks very softly, very carefully. “I did not think she would be as rash as all that, aniki.”

Er yin, lacking any visual cues to be concerned by, speaks a little more forthrightly. “Is there a problem, Ryukusa-sama?” Well, asks, rather than speaks, but you're fairly certain that she's not entirely aware of how upset you are.

You are Very Upset.
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I forgot to mention that it's completely understandable if it's something you'd prefer to not really get into, since it doesn't have much to do with quest in general.
Yes, and no.

Sexuality isn't as important as sex in this version of Japan (and is similar in actual Japan). The older, more fixed beings tend to view it as significant (such as Ryukusa picking up the Grass Cutting Blade and realizing how much it hated her, not simply because she was a dragonette but because she was female even though she was of the same lineage as the Emperor's), while female foxes are sympathetic to Inari even if they are nogitsune (hence why Peta found Ryukusa's goals permissible despite the dangers involved) because she is a deity of growth and nurturing aspect.

Sexuality, on the other hand, is almost insignificant - as long as heirs are produced and you keep it mostly private, the kami don't care what sorts of things you're up to in the bedroom. Some youkai are drawn to perversion though since perversion is a form of impurity; as a result it can be significantly dangerous to flaunt your sexuality in certain places. It would incredibly unsafe for Ryukusa to be overly affectionate to most any of her loved ones anywhere in hint's temple grounds, for example.
That's pretty informative, the part with Inari is pretty neat, and the bit with Hinata's temple is good advice, though that being said, despite being an ancient and deeply spiritual place, Horobi's Palace probably won't be subject to the same rules right?

Also, I was attempting to ask about the prevalence and additional consequence (if any) of, what the Japanese call "Gender Identity Disorder" From what I've been able to gather, it seems like it's semi-recently viewed through a disability in Japan, and was disconnected from sexuality, but I haven't found much historical information.
I'm not sure the amount of Jing you have, as well as Yin/Yang balance and probably additional factors, prevents that from occurring.

Like Ryukusa, who I think I recall you saying is female primarily due to Ryuujin only having daughters due to not wanting to cause succession issues with the Emperor of Japan but is still able to take the male role in tantric sex for example, very much sees herself as a woman, but I'm not sure if I should take that as evidence of anything or whether completely different elements apply.
And again, I know it's not really what the quest is about, the subject is interesting to me, and it's understandable that you may feel differently.
Gender Identity Disorder in Japan is a peculiar thing. It's only a very recent diagnosis, and unlike the Americanized version it is seen as a serious issue. It also has very little to do with sexuality, as it is related to body dysmorphia rather than some idealized self image that people in America view it as. It's treated as a disease in Japan because it's a condition often brought on by intense stress and physiocal issues. Many people sufferign from permanent illness of the body, especially painb relaited illnesses such as MS, Cancer, COPD-type illnesse4s and the like tend to suffer it because of body hatred and the desire to renovate or even replace one's body. Sex/sexuality has nothing to do with it - escape from a personal hell has everything to do with it.

In the world of Ryukusa, on the other hand, gender identity can be critical. While Ryukusa doesn't particularly notice of care, the gods can and do; appearances and actions are incredibly important to the deities, who see more surfaces than actually into spirits and hearts (which sounds bizarre, but will make sense shortly). A god lookign at Ryukusa sees a masculine dragon form, with the power to grant life to the wombs of females. Dresssing as a female is seen more as a disguise than a representation of femaleness, because her Jing is so overwhelming and her nature as a 'husband figure' and 'warrior' is how she presents herself physically. Her actions dictate her gender to the kami, not her physical sex.

Akari, on the other hand, is a sexless creature. Her insistence on a singular outfit - regardless of it's actual appropriateness to her sex - and her mixed nature of beign a switch, combined with her fascination with the appearance of others makes her a neutral force. She sports a distinctly masculine look, and (used to) keep a mask on her at all times, protecting her self from being 'determinante' as to her true nature. The kami see her as essentially a null sum of a person.

Yui, despite her boyish clothing and tomboyish attitude, acts like a female. She blushes, she is shy, she is subservient to a fault, and she finds herself the focus of attention rather than focusing her attention on others. the kami see her as female because despite her preferences and her actual looks, she is female in action.

Shoko, on the tail, is male to the kami. She is powerful, has great strength, and while she serves, she serves in the manner of a man rather than a woman (unlike Yui). Her presentation is male, despite her lovely voice and preferences in sex, and she acts like a male in most cases. despite this she cannot be a male in tantra because she lacks the necessary male energies to perform so, unlike Ryukusa. Despite this, the kami still see her as masculine, because she presents and acts the part.

This information should make the Noh play that much more interesting to you.
I kind of remember Yui referring to Ryukusa as
male a couple times, which adds up to what you're saying here.
Also if I'm interpreting the four examples you provided, the way the Kami judge gender is Behavior/Action>Gendered Energies>(/=?)Style/Elements of Appearance The Person Controls>Physical Body Person Is Born With>Sexual Preferences? But at the same time, choosing not to agree with their assessment (Like Ryuukusa doesn't see herself as a man) doesn't really carry any consequence because the Kami just don't often register internal opinions/belief?

And yes, that does make the Noh play pretty interesting, especially given how much the kami value presentation/surfaces as well as the history of Japanese theater (not that other nations didn't do the same thing) traditionally being all-male, though since Kiki has done theater before, it seems like that at least wasn't ordained by the kami. also, when looking for historical examples of things blurring gender roles, the only examples I could find were theater performers, adolescent male escorts, and women impersonating men seeking a better life as soldiers/artisans.
Thank you for the very thoughtful answers!

"Black Hearts. Cold Steel. Dark Deeds."

These are the words of the Black Company, the infamous band of mercenaries that has been on one side or the other of every major conflict on the continent since its founding.
The Company has seldom cared who they fight for or the cause so long as they are paid, and paid well, when the killing work is done. Though they may be considered by some to be little more than glorified brigands, it cannot be said that the Black Company is not good at what they do.

Recently the Company has taken up a contract with a new employer, one more powerful than any that have come before. An employer with endless ambition, as well as the means and lack of moral scruples needed to pursue it. An employer that pays well...


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Then don't kill him!
. . . Could we turn Kid into a vampire?
I actually want to see prince try (and fail, in the most heartbreakingly tragic way) not to cry, and then fail at crying because he forgot how, just like the hugs.
We ded inside now bois!
>Go to sleep, things are fine
>Wake up to Kid being dead

Welp, I feel like the doctor / Saint will have some choice words about this situation
And to think things started out so well today.

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Welcome back to Paper Mario Quest!

This is a quest that takes place within the universe of Paper Mario, specifically the first two games, in a period of relative peace. You're not Mario, but if you play your cards right, you might end up as famous as the brothers. Collect the seven macguffins, hone your skills as the best at something, or just do sidequests all day - the choice is yours.

At the end of every update, I'll give you a few options to vote on, with a rough 10-20 minute period to vote. Most times you can write in your own options, but I'll veto it if it won't work or if it's too outlandish. Rolls, when asked for, will be done on a d20. You have three chances to succeed, one roll per person. Rolls are made after the voting period. Good luck and have fun!

Current Chapter: Chapter 1 ~ No Bean, No Cry

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~Character Sheet~

Boobert B. Boon
>HP: 10/10

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>A. But you drugged THE SUN
>F. Something else
Tell him he is a dirty Bean Bean Communist Hippy, and he can't be allowed to drug people.

"But... you drugged... THE SUN." Those words just don't seem to go together, but by the stars that's what has occurred on this night.

"Don't say it like that, baby." Hazy turns toward you, walking slowly. "I just gave ol' sunshine a little pick-me-up. Whoever heard of a sleeping Sun, anyway? That cat belongs up there."

"Why are you so adamant about the Sun being in the sky?!" You scream at Hazy, who chuckles softly.

"Cause with the Sun up, Hazy sees good things everywhere he looks. In fact, lookin' at you looks like three little Boos, wavin' in an ocean of black and blue." He sways a little bit as he walks. "I like this feeling. Now it ain't never gonna go away."

>A. ...that's it? You just want to feel good all the time?
>B. That's stupid.
>C. Slap his stupid face
>D. Charge Hazy and steal your tie back
>E. Something else
>>D. Charge Hazy and steal your tie back
>A. ...that's it? You just want to feel good all the time?
>B. That's stupid.

Hows anyone going to get any sleep? What about all the nocturnal creatures that live here, Hell, whats going to happen when the suns up 24/7 and it starts getting HOT?! Even plants cant take sunlight all day every day!
Really these three go together extremely well, and also in order.
>A. ...that's it? You just want to feel good all the time?
>B. That's stupid.
>C. Slap his stupid face
Time to slap him back to reality and away from his perception altering dru- I mean celery, yes, its tooooootally just celery.

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Previous thread: >>1576366
In the last thread we have went to hell through suicide, tried to use the warp and killed a monster with it's own eye beams.
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In order for gravity to work, one of two facts must be true, he'll must be finite with a significant portion of it beneath you, or you will be attracted to the nearest solid object, meaning that either you can walk on walls and the ceiling, or eventually escape. Either that or you're doing the gravity thing by being a foolish mortal.
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You can't loot the beast's corpse because it fell into the lava river.
The imp looks kinda like a human head with limbs, horns and wings growing from it's ears. It seems that events which have transpired left him in a state of mental introspection, or maybe he just doesn't have anything fun to do right now.
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The imp points at the nearest warp juice fountain with the same emotionless facial expression.
>you will be attracted to the nearest solid object
This is correct.
Go to warp juice fountain, thank emotionless imp for the directions.
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After you thank the imp, you go to the warp juice fountain, but the golden satan statue tells you that you cannot drink from this fountain without a cup.

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Just after you came into existence, you saw some sort of intro cutscene wherein and old man-wizard-dude-person revealed that you were the chosen one, destined to save the world, or whatever.
He asks for your name, but you seem to be unable to speak. In order to tell him, he provides you with one of those shitty A-Z typing schemes with which you have to arduously type each letter one by one.

So, what is your name?
One letter per reply; first dubs presses START.
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SKILL: I never miss a beat, I'm lightning on my feet [Shake It Off]

STATUS: I wanna be, the very best, like no-one ever was... [Pokemon theme]

LEADERSHIP: I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink. But now I'm insecure and I care what people think [Stressed Out]
HEALTH: You shoot me down! But I wont fall! [Titanium]
COMBAT PROWESS: Test your might. MORTAL COMBAT! [Immortal-Techno syndrome]
CHARISMA: Im a classic man, you can be me when you look this clean, im a classic man. [Classic man]
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These should help...hopefully...at least when you reach your first encounter

You're loaded into the overworld. You can explore any route you can reach in it (think ALTTP). Both your item and healing inventories are currently empty :( Your only main items are the box/shield thing and stick/sword/fuck it.

The green bar is you health, and the grey one is your exp. (currently empty). You can check your stats whenever you like.

What do now?

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
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The three-hour drive was largely uneventful. Traffic was practically non-existent, enabling the driver to punch it at full speed. Takao had been engrossed in the folders and forms that she had brought along, past inquiries and appeals from her attempts at doing what the both of you—well, mostly you—had decided to throw protocol and bureaucracy out the window to reach a conclusive resolution towards. There was the odd sheet of paper that she handed over to you, but she hadn’t been in the mood to even point out the views of the passing towns, farms and hills, all the way down here, to Ebisu. Your driver, a young man about your age that looked like he had probably been bereft of sunlight and good food, wasn’t much of a talker either. Aside from an inquiry on his payment, he hadn’t said a word.

So when the first sentient being to engage you in conversation after a windy ride down south turned out to be a mustachio-ed Navy personnel member at a gate barring you from fulfilling your purpose for those three hours, you were, of course, understandably (at least by your standards) a little more than annoyed.

Especially after repeating yourself over and over again that you had urgent business to attend to with the Committee of Ceremonies.

‘I’m sorry,’ he makes a brief look of disgust, pausing as he reads the piece of paper that held the signature and stamp of the Committee, before turning back to you, ‘Commander, but a letter telling me that you have permission to process an appeal isn’t going to just make this magically lift up. There’s something we like to call procedure’—he spares Takao a glance—‘and I sure as Hell don’t have an obligation to let someone not from the anchor and rope past these stripes.’

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I believe dice gods will decide that
>Operation Eagle Feather

>>Operation Eagle Feather
>Operation Bronze Warhammer

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“Verde I’ll get Lex.” You shout moving as fast as you can to the side as your partner begins throwing out those green blasts of hers in a wide barrage of explosive power; they whistle through the air like artillery shells and you turn your attention to the chandelier and debris pinning the emerald barrier underneath it’s weight.

One hand on what was once a curling serpent’s head, the other on a crossbeam that connects onto the central circle of the frame, it’s difficult to get your body under it to shoulder the weight of the centrepiece is colossal and you bend your legs and inhale.


You kick off from the ground with a savage roar and the metal goes flying into the wall nearby, allowing Lexington to lower his shield. He looks around quickly, eyes glowing with his enigma - you stand clad in gold patiently waiting for his analysis. “Well fuck. The sonovabitch broke one o’ the planar walls.”

“No time. What do we do.” You say calmly, rolling your neck to a satisfying crack and preparing to support Verde.

“We have options; but try killing him first. If that doesn’t work then we -” With a screech forms begin falling from the sky like meteorites; trailing black lines that reak of corruption and rot. “If that doesn’t fix this then we look at the options with consequences. Get in there!” He commands as he begins summoning his gear and sending lightning bolts lancing up into the cloudless orange sky.

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This is a valid vote for the write-in option.
>If she just fucking sits still and stops interfering she can stay mortal and alive for all I care
We can always kill her after the portal is closed.
>Supporting >>1604561

Writing in 45 minutes-ish

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Discord where I can be reached:
Google Doc containing relevant information:

Welcome to SSN-4326 Quest, a sci-fi quest based on submarine-like combat in the distant future!

Please read the google doc if it's your first time posting in this quest, it will explain the basics. While people read I will be accepting the first 3 (if there are no more than 4 players) or the first 5 (if there are 5 or more players) character description. Give me your ship Captain's name, gender (if you don't care I'll flip a coin), race, personality, and a short description of their life before serving. Once that's out of the way we can begin the quest proper!
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Also, Do something else while you wait:
>Make small talk
>Board the Engels
Board the ship. We are a man of actions. Not of words.
Since this marks an important transition point I will wait 30 minutes for any more votes. If there are other votes I will do my final write-up for tonight, if not I will hold off until about 7PM CST tomorrow.
Waiting with bated breath
>>Board the Engels

>ITT: Post by post simulate the lore of a crew within a Dictator Class Cruiser from W40K as it descends into anarchy. Silly things are welcomed, but suspenseful action with drama is encouraged. Lore build up has to be gradual. Sticking to the official lore of W40k is not necessary, just have fun and get creative.

On a routine patrol through the Ascaddeus system, the Hammerhawk cruiser sails across lithely through the perilous void. Everything seemed well, Voidsmen to the lowliest Indentured worker ensuring the Hammerhawk functioned smoothly. Captain Hurelius Moganii sat diligently at his command throne, looking at the mega monitor of the general status of the system and ship itself. The bridge was a whirl of activity, Bridge Commanders filling out reports, Ratemen under the direction of the Lieutenant overseeing ship operation data, Navigators tapping away at vox-terminals relaying information.

All seemed well until Principle Navigator Lortier Huttes slammed the accursed klaxon button. At the top of his lungs he screamed the dreaded, ruinous, disasterous force that plagues the void. "WAAAARRRP STOOOOOORM!!!!!".

The entire Cruiser was set on high alarm, Armsmen of various rank-and-file are roused into action, ensuring all assets can be secured before anything critical is damaged. Indentured works/civilians rush to their quarters, while the Adeptus Mechanicus division activates repair servitors preemptively.

The Bridge is abuzz with Junior Officers scrambling to their assigned posts, Navigators working overtime to consolidate warp protection procedures across deck levels.

Everything went from routine to full on emergency as the amorphous blob of dark warp energy neared the Hammerhawk. As Daemons began spawning in, Armsmen lead by the respective Sergeant-At-Arms began fighting them off. Daemons from every creed of chaos trickled in as the warp storm drew close, but they were shuttered down by the brave Armsmen even after casulties mounted. (Cont.)
Soon the hated storm of the ruinous chaos engulfed the entirety of Hammerhawk. A maelstorm of internal madness waged through all echelons of the Hammerhawk cree, but the Warp Storm passed instanteously. Now the ship sails aimlessly in an unknown sector of space, completely removed from the known extent of Imperium territory. Nobody admidst the Bridge or Lorekeeper division know where they are. The Hammerhawk crew is now truly alone in space.

>References for anyone not familiar with WH40K Imperial Navy




Initially order is the first priority to check after survival of a Warpstorm. Captain Moganii had his Lord Lieutenant, Duellius Brandy, do roll calls within the Bridge.

Meanwhile, chaos was rearing in the lower levels away from the upper secure Bridge. Penal based servants used the temporal Daemon siege as a platform to liberate themselves from their Crewboss handlers. The various Armsmen squadrons didn't have time to realize what was happening after the Daemon incursion ended, being completely offguard by the mutiny. Heavy CQC combat was the main facet of action, with skirmishes of ranged Lasgun showdowns occured.

Being completely disorganized, Senior Bosun, Reeger Haga ordered a retreat from the stern hold where the Penal Indentured Servants hold their opposition to form a solidified position a level up from the mutinous Penal Servants to restabilize order admidst the Armsmen.

Just as Bosun Haga was tactically retreating up the stair corridor, he was stopped by the Fleet Commissar and two Guardsmen from his private retinue.

FC Zeluna Quvark eyed Bosun Haga down, eyes full of authoritarial malice.
"State name and command rank." The tension ramped into one of uncertainty.

Bosun Haga shakily answered back. "R-reeger Ha-aga, Bosu-"

His words soon were lost to him a he was slugged with beams spiraling to his midsection, internals vaporizing instanteously by the plasmic rounds splathering onto him. The former living fell in a heap on the corridor floor, a charred massive hole through him.

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"Ensure the Stern levels are brought back under control."

With no choice under the treat of disciplinary execution, the still unorganized line of Armsmen squadrons re-engaged the improvised weapon wielding Penal Indentured Worker gangs.

While battle for the control of the stern levels of the ship insued, a surviving Daemon of unaligned Warp origin possessed a Chef named Lortimer Davies. This was your average run-of-the-mill Indentured Worker who just happened to be assigned to the culinary sector due his proficiency in cooking. Accessing his memories the Deamon, Hsau'lla'ryuiken, noted that most the Hammerhawk ship was under lock down. Communications were minimal due to the nature of the Warpstorm effects on Vox systems.

This was perfect for now proxified Lortimer. Going to the neighboring hab-cabin, he asked the come in on the guise of his toilet not working. After the Father of the Momen family let him in, Hsau'lla'ryuiken came out through Lortimer's mouth and absorbed the Mother, two daughters, and boy. Before the Father could even get his Sword Harpoon ready to strike back in revenge at the trauma he witnessed, Hsau'lla'ryuiken went back into the catatonic mortal frame of Lortimer Davies. Tackling the Father, a flash in Lortimer's eyes rendered his victim paralyzed, but conscious.

Hsau'lla'ryuiken took joy slowly torturing the Father of the Momen family, cutting him slowly piece by piece with a long kitchen blade before absorbing him. Now a monster roams the halls of Hammerhawk, possibly being any of the crew. But for now, Hsau'lla'ryuiken plans to eliminate all other life in his hab-district to consolidate territory to operate from.
>in the other parts of the ship midshipman burns looked about the chamber

"what do ya recon is the problem?"

a tech priest in stained robes scowled at the "inferior meat bag"
"the machine spirits are not for your knowledge incompetent just keep watch"

>a volt of electricity sends the priest sprawling to the floor, much to the shipmans amusment

"he what was that ya metal arse?"

>as the two bicker they fail to notice a small flicker in the geller shield, most likely brought about by the priests comedic electrocution

Welcome to the Hoplite quest! In this quest you will be playing as a, well... Hoplite!
But for real now: You are a leader of a three-person military group designated group Alpha, we will be using the standard d20 rolling system, I will distribute your base stats when you pick your class (magic, cleric etc. allowed), later on, you do it yourself. With that being said have fun!

You woke up to the sound of bells, well rested and happy. You slowly dress up and prepare for a lazy morning in the training camp, making yourself a breakfast, as you realize that the bells ring a second time.
You immediately jump up and get ready to leave with the third signal, which means an emergency, and comes after a short time.
You grab your weapon and run in the direction of the main tent.

Who are you?
Name -?
I will close the vote in ~15 minutes so we can start up at a good pace.
Bilbou Faggins
>Frontline pikeman
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Are you gonna be a:
Tyrant - Allies listen to you because they fear you, you can lower allies morale and raise their attack
Tactic - Allies listen to your battle plans more but tend to ignore your opinions outside the battle, you can add your INT to allies roll
Caring General - Your allies have better morale when around you, tend to listen to you more
Inb4 what morale is: when it's on + your rolls get + equal to it, but when it's on - they get - equal to that of morale

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Greetings adventurer, welcome to the world of Abulon, here you will face the great challenges and perils from the Damworf Mountains in the north, to the Scrongton Lake in the south. But first you must answer a simple question. Who are you?
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You leave the cave. Once outside you hear the distant cries of townsfolk, the clashing of steel against steel and burning to the south, and the sounds of woodland critters to the north.

What do you do?
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Yeah I'm sure south wasn't anything. You instead head north.

You stubble across a small squirrel who appears to be in great distress. What do you do?

We shave it of course.
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It has now been completely shaven by your mystic warlock powers. It continues to look distressed, and now a little cold.

What do you do adventurer?

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This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a thirty year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.


At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

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Kaguya, go back to bed
Congrats on 2000 tweets on twitter SOM I can barely keep one tweet on there without deleting it for one reason or another.
Rolled 10 (1d100)


>What is "Backwoods"?
Short answer: NOT Fallout.
Long answer: A post apocalyptic setting set in the fetid marshes of the American South, the dense forests & looming mountains of the North, or the arid deserts of the west. Set in alternate retro-futuristic future where a coalition of communist states in Central America & the Caribbean financed & armed by the Soviet Union launch a series of devastating nuclear attacks across the USA as reprisal for perceived military aggression. This triggers a world-ending exchange between the world's great powers, eradicating most of the Earth's population in the process. Any survivors of the blasts were confined to the isolated, oft-forgotten parts of the earth. Such bedraggled men and women formed settlements and factions to contend with the harsh conditions, including the debilitating fallout, wandering mutated beasts,& other belligerent survivors. No one was left unchanged by the great scouring & savagery became the rule rather than the exception.

Centuries have passed since the apocalypse, & the world is still recovering. Whilst the majority of the fallout has subsided, the surface is still fraught with peril; bedraggled tribes clash for what little drinkable surface water there is & hulking mutated horrors prowl and stalk the undergrowth. The technological marvels of the old world are a source of both fixation and abhorrence amidst the population, for as potent or lifesaving they can be, the threat of total re-annihilation are very possible. won What's more is that the cataclysmic effects of the nuclear exchange appears to have opened up a rift between dimensions, & nameless, eldritch things claw at the sanity of men.
>Sounds pretty eh. Aren't there like 12 other post-apocalypse quests up right now? I think i'll pass.
The difference between Backwoods & other settings is that YOU (YES YOU) decide the location of the setting. This is just a little experiment I wanted to try out. Want to see a quest based essentially in the back yard of your small town in your home state of Montana, or if you just want a post-apocalyptic game in Louisiana if you think it sounds cool? Simply say so and we'll vote on it! Of course, I'll have to make some compromises to keep the setting interesting for the mind's eye, but its ostensibly up to you!
> So its a home brew thread? Fuck that shit! I ain't writing your setting for you!
Don't you worry about that. Simply vote on a location and/or state you'd like the quest to be set in & I'll start writing up some general fluff. Also, keep in mind the population density of the area in mind; the setting is called Backwoods after all, so it wouldn't make sense to set it entirely in the ruins of Chicago.

To start things off, I'll provide some basic choices for settings:
>Wetlands of Great Dismal Swamp, Virginia.
>Delmarva Peninsula, Maryland/Delaware.
>Appalachian mountains.
>Beaverhead-Deerlodge National Forest, Montana.

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I'm liking it.
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I was inspired by a retro game called SS13. Wanted to see a changeling scenario amidst a post-apocalyptic world and how the creature would interact with the differing factions. Instead of being the archetype survival, the horror theme mixed in the already desolate atmosphere would be badass. Kinda like a very depowered Cell/The Thing.
Ok, cool. I'll wait for some other suggestions to trickle in before we settle on yours. I intend to set the first part of the quest in another thread so it might get some more attention so I'll post a link. Also, I don't know whether or not to put in a S.P.E.C.I.A.L. like system or not. I feel like it would complicate things, so i'll just allow simplified dice rolls with modifies depending on the situation.
But I thought it was not fallout.
Yeah you're right I'll just keep it simple.
Also NEW THREAD for lurkers. We will be commencing shortly with the Subject #6277-D8 idea.

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It's a cold and rainy night. You always found the light pitter patter of rain and squeaking of wind shield wipers to be... therapeutic. You're driving up Belt Parkway in your rusty trusty North American Ford Escort, street lights swooshing by as you travel back home from JFK to the Bronx. On the radio you hear the latest goings on, Times Square once again victim to superhero shenanigans. Heroes versus villains and it's somehow the Insurance Company that wins.

You chuckle at your own joke. Indeed, superheroes are almost part and parcel to living in the big city. Your apartment was once blown up by MODOK! Freak almost crushed you underneath that seat he flies around in. Was that your exit? Damn it it was. No biggie, you'll just take the next one.

You switch off your radio, it was either super news or a scratch Phil Collins CD, and you can only listen to Son of Man so many times before you start swinging from vines. You recollect your recent memory on the drive, and remember where you're coming from.

>That's right, you just came back from an archaeological dig!

>Or wait, was it that science convention where you gave a speech?

>No no no, you were called to Nevada to investigate "Aliens" that had crashed.
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Yes, liking DC.
Oh shit, ManThor, bruh. Thanks for gracing me dude, love TT Quest.
This is off to a good start man, the feeling is mutual
Also, real quick question mang, how would YOU feel about a Symbiote Quest? Cause the only one I know of happens to be dead so I was thinking of making my own.
It would be cool but be sure not to take too much on your plate. As a side thing to this though it can work

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