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First quest thread: (http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2960082/)

I will be keeping all the stats in pastebin here: (https://pastebin.com/n6Kj4yp6)

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Our adventurers first went to the village of Dimblewort to speak to the Chief about a stranger who came and raised all of the dead and marched them off into the Northern desert. Our heroes followed the old roads leading to the ruins of a once great empire.

The anons were there too, and were sent by LORD GRIMDARK to put Dimblewort village under his control. A massive worm attacked, but the faceless men slayed it with style, and gained a new friend who decided to come along for the ride.
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Hundreds of miles away in the northern desert, are five adventurers. They travel the rough and sandy road, and spot a few seemingly human figures a ways off. A little further ahead is the fabled ruins of the capitol of Louana, which was a grand human nation that fell due to a mysterious disease.

Brennon scratches his nose, "With that previous encounter in mind, I'm wary to even pay attention to these people."

"Comrade, we cannot allow our past to hinder our present. These mat be people in need of help." Kurosan responds, matter-of-factly.

>what do?
Go see what whose figures are in the distance

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You stand, staring at the formidable tower looming above you. It thrusts 80 feet above the forest floor, made of stone and plates of strange dark metals.
The upper half is in the form of a globe - the top of this sphere being metal, the bottom stone.

The clearing is filled with a multitude of metal spikes ranging from of thirds of the height of the tower to only a few feet. They lean in drunkenly, placed seemingly without order or reason.

Every couple of seconds, another bolt crackles through the air, arcing from spike to spike, to sky and occasionally to the ground. The sky is cloudy, but it is far from a storm.

Lying on the ground is the fried corpse of a previous "unexpected" visitor.

Your name is Stephens, and you're here to rob this thing. No work in the towns, and the plague behind. And a stranger is rarely welcome in the fields unless it's harvest. And this chilly winter, you've got nowhere to stay, a black mark in Avon (gambling wasn't the best idea), a price in Upon-Tyne (you just cracked him, someone else must have done him in).

The nearest town you can stay for any time is days away, and there will be no charity there.

You've always heard rumours about this place, back when there were a couple of Wizards in the Small Forest. All gone now, and they were always the more insular sort. Apparently a fair amount of treasure around.

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What do you do?

Your inventory
loaded dice
hefty tarpaulin
vial of acid
3 rations

>approach tower closer, leave tree line
>examine object

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Examine corpse of the previous plunderer. How close is it to any thing and do they seem like they have lootable stuff on them.
Most notably, it is clutching a rope and grapple - the end of which is twisted and blackened. The rest is burnt and blackened - the backpack's remains have be torn and scavenged.
Its sword is snapped in half.
It's in just off the path to the door of the tower, amongst the spines.

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You are the arrancar Lilynette Gingerback, and Aizen Sōsuke's companions are mostly occupied now. That stuck-up Captain with the fancy hair is fighting the twiggy-looking quincy, while Miss Shihōin is fighting the other shinigami traitor who showed up with Aizen not too long ago. That leaves only a few people on your side, and three of those aren't supposed to be fighting.

Scary as she is Captain Unohana is still a healer, so she'd rather not fight unless she has to. That creepy Kisuke guy is a nerd, so he's watching your fights to learn more about the enemy. It's nice to have a nerd on your side of course, but right now it's not so helpful. And last there's Kisuke's Lieutenant, who you haven't actually seen around, so you guess she's at one of the Divisions' headquarters? It's not like a Lieutenant is gonna do much right now anyway, much short of Rangiku.

But the immediate problem...

“Starrk!” you shout. “What the hell are you doing!?”

Your partner, Starrk, just got himself punched through a wall again by the big quincy. “For fuck's sake, fight back!”

“Your gun keeps talking,” the quincy grunts, grabbing Starrk around the collar and throwing him through a second, completely different wall. “That's freaky.”

“You're one to talk, weirdo!” you shout back.

“Be quiet, Lilynette,” Starrk grunts. “I've got this.”

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would another alternate reality omake possible?

where the binding fails before its time
for elaboration: it's how the hollows think how the moon got it's hole. So canon interpretation can be varied from completely wild to somehow startlingly accurate as the hollows debate amongst themselves.
>Quincy legend
>Hollow legend
So, we just want lore? xP
It's just a side story though, so you can just say "what if"
Queen hasn't really been doin' alternate universes besides crossovers recently

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Everything happened so fast. Before all of this, you were Freya Godsblood, princess of Ordamark, and you were the most beautiful women in the land. But everything changed for you, as you've caught the eye of the Dark Lord Lazarus Drack who, seeing you, decided to claim you as his wife.

Now, you're his Empress, the Dark Queen Freya Drack, and your reign has just begun.
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Tell him yo keep this a secret and that no matter what, we'll be there for each other.
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>"Lazarus, I know you promised, but I need to tell you again. Remember, no matter what happens in Lynn with Hagëndorff, stay civil, even if they spit on his mother or Orelliel. When we'll get to the temple too. Don't just barge in and try to destroy everything." you tell him.

>". . . . I'll . . . do my best. I promise that I'll try to be civil, but if someone try to insult you, Orelliel, or my mother I'll . . ." he start.

>"You have to stay calm. Please, at least try." you plead.

>"Alright . . . I'll do it. But let's make this visit a short one." he say.

>"That'll do, I accept this. And of course, don't tell anyone about this prophecy. It needs to stay a secret. We don't know what would happen if the great powers knew about us being aware of it."

>"I understand, it's not like I was going to scream it anyway. No one will hear about our little talk here." he nod.

>"Good. And don't worry,no matter what, we'll be there for each other. Now let's go, I want to see how the ocean." you smile.

As you are about to go outside, you get an idea, and grin.

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talk to shelur
So what do you hope to catch? do this sort of thing often?
Talk eith some sailors and mybe try fishing?

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"ALL ABOARD THE RAPE TRAIN!" Screams the glowing madman hanging outside a window before the engine as he pulls the choo choo lever. Resulting in very suspicious screams that sounded as if time and space were getting very violently raped. You pulled out your ticket and handed it to Clurk who looked down at it in confusion.

"How many times do I gotta say this ticket isn't even for the right bloody train...wait a second that can't be right. There haven't been any new tickets for this train issued since 'that incident'. Afterwards we even changed the ID and names so the older tickets were no longer any good. Yet...this one is for the new train. What is this a forgery?" Asks the clearly annoyed skeleton in his worn out train ticket clerk outfit.

Before you could reply however the train door opened and you could have sworn you heard a sinister mad laughter emit from within. As if the train itself was laughing....then you realized it only the strange genie strapped in front of the train who for some reason was laughing madlY. apparently finally tired of screaming endlessly.

The laughter didn't even end when the clearly unnerved glowing madman jumped out and tried to slap the genie into silence. Which didn't work so he resorted to shaking and slamming him around while screaming at the madly laughing genie.

"Well...THAT can't be a good sign," mutters a giant mutant poking his head out a window. "I can't even remember the last time that weird genie chained up to the front of the train laughed instead of screaming.

"That's because he doesn't," speaks a gentlemen sounding voice between sips. "I can count on one leaf how many times it has even spoken and never once has it laughed."
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Oh right this is kinda the reason why I haven't been running as much as I should. Truth is I been prioritizing the writing stuff over the questing stuff. Kinda difficult to balance the two. Instead, I go back and forth a lot. I need to learn how to do both at the same time but in moderation.

Oh right the family emergency stuff has been dealt with. Shorty is my sister is a narcissistic bitch who thinks she can abandon her children and come back later(many months) to be 'mom' again when in truth its because she needs the help.
Short story to that is my medical insurance is so fucked up they can't even properly treat my symptoms.

Since only she is important and...well I got stuck raising my nephew for a while there. I'm just waiting for her to kick him out again because I know she will sadly. The other unfortunate news I have received terrible news medically. Where basically I am fucked due to the quality of health care they can offer me is only enough to help treat the symptoms. They do not cover anything further and well let's say they also suck at that too. Meaning my self-medicating is only about to get worse and not better.
Meaning I have been self-medicating more and more...the side effects I'm afraid are going to catch up with me according to my last doctor's visit.

Sorry about the lateness and blog quality posts but I figured you should know the reasons for why I haven't run properly lately. I will try to get that under control but its difficult for me with my condition and increasing medical bills are really putting a serious amount of pressure on me.

So hopefully I somehow acquire the money needed for the better medical care I so desperately need or I keep up with the self medicating. Either way seems I am fucked.

So what I'm going to try to do is run these last few quests into the ground and bury them properly in homage to all my other quests.

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Darn it I hate how my work is makin me miss these.

Its ok Genie we'll help where we can really.
Rolled 54 (1d100)

I've not been on a train in a while. Do they have maps on the walls to help with seating? Maybe lines that say restroom or "Clurk" this way.
Rolled 90 (1d100)

Ill support this, lets find a seat or some place of vague stability. Id say ask someone but maybe watch people before we ask. If they are on this train they are likely MAD in some way
Rolled 67 (1d100)


Also still worried about that earlier 1 that was rolled

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>Be me
>Be in 4-man party with a pretty cool DM
>Use Roll20 online since we live no where near eachother
>Go on quest to kill lich and kill heretics
I'm a Vengeance Paladin named Kenobi (pic related)
Other players are Gunslinger, Eldritch Knight and a Wizard who was recently reincarnated
>We're all expecting a TPK but we decided to formulate a plan to nearly one round a lich.

Not a Quest, go to >>>/tg/
Story continues
>Before even entering the next map we all drank a potion that gave us Death Ward and gave an NPC 5K gold from our bag of holding if he helps us kill the lich (spoilers, he gets shit rolls)
>The Wizard before the fight casted Haste on me and I casted Bless on us all for the edge
>We all use a bit of our skills/spell slots to avoid the lava when entering the map where the lich is
>Finally confronts Lich with him nearly entering monologue
>Gunslinger shot first and asked questions later
Pretty good because after the session the DM was planning on using illusions and shit like that before the fight.
>Eldritch Knight goes first, can't get to lich so uses dash and ends his turn
>My turn, I use Haste action to dash straight to him and begin attacking with advantage thanks to Vow of Enmity
>Rolls pretty good using Divine smite lvl 3 can get 12d8 damage with the lich being Resistant to my sword (Campaign reason)
>Lich's turn, goes for me using Disintegrate
>MFW I fail saving throw and take 80 points of damage and is now nearly down
>Lich's Lair/Legendary action (idk which) allows him to move so he does so to target the Wizard

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Nigger, leave this board and go to >>>/tg/
Is this a fucking reverse-troll? If so, that's really annoying and unoriginal.

But hey, annoying and unoriginal seems to be the credo of /tg/ nowadays.

You are Finneas the Overlord. After your death, you have been charged in the court of heaven for all the terrible side-effects of your spells which you knew nothing about, and cast them in good nature. Becoming a lich probably didn't help your case either.
The Judge angel however saw that deep down you meant no ill will, and offered you a second chance. To save an unknown world from an unknown threat in a new life. Upon first arrival you have smashed the remains of the Overlord-equivalent of a cat lady, and usurped her feeble minions. Currently you are in the domain of yet another overlord who bashed your door in shortly after your previous conquest, and who's title you've gained through a formal duel.
>Previous Thread: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2932990/
>Twitter: @OverQM

>Character Sheet: TBA


Now, worried that by tinkering with some contraption found in your enemy's room, you have released some form of deadly miasma, you hurry to the throne-room to inspect things. You raise your voice to address everyone who's going about their business in the vicinity. Though it's been a while, and you come a cross a bit raspy. Still, the point has to be put across.
“Anybody feels like dying?!”
Somehow everyone seems to immediately have important business elsewhere, as they evacuate the room in great haste. Since none of them dropped dead, you can assume whatever substance you've released, it wasn't poison.


“Alright so what are these?” you present the 364 multi-coloured crystals that you have found to your butler. A dullahan in the service of your less than outgoing predecessor.

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>What is a magistrate?
although maybe we should learn more of overall political climate before painting a target on our backs and/or picking sides...?
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“What is the magistrate?”
“Well...” the dullahan looks a bit uncomfortable, but then changes his expression “Forgive me my lord, Lady Jezebel always threw a tantrum when we implied other warlocks are above her, but luckily I think I can be frank with you.” he clears his throat “The Magistrates are at the top of Undermountain. Though not literally. They are actual overlords, not prissy witches who just don't want to be called simple lords.” he frowns a bit “But I digress, they usually get one of the Magistrate domains, and command a fair level of authority without having to muscle their way trough.”
“What if I want to participate?”
“If I may be honest sir, I think it might be a bit early for such ambitions. But the details are usually declared a tenday before the actual contest. They are likely trying to get the neighborhood going so to speak, or maybe rouse Lord Ratkeluresh to give some sign of life.”

“Who could be the potential candidates?”
Both the butler and Forrman shurg.
“The Harpy Queen?”
“I've heard Lord Konrad has a new, ambitious son”
“Ser Midroy?”
“I don't think he is on for politics, but he might be interested in a good tussle”
“The Sixth Master?”
“I am sure you mean the Sphinx Master”
“No, think that guy kicked the bucket last year”

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Sounds like the event itself will be an opportunity to get a feel of the environment.

So, what do we have to work with?

Apart from traps or hired guns we could also invest into our existing minions or powers, right?
That's right. You could arm them better. They don't have much in the department of metal equipmnets
>C) Do some reconnisance
Knowledge is power

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It feels like so many years of your life, maybe the entirety of it, have been leading up to this moment. Opposite forces are being drawn together, all centred on this one corner of the Deep Forest. The Iraklins, with their proud military, and the Carths, with their fervent devotion. Eishin, with his arrogant goals, against you, with...

You're still not sure about that. These days, it's getting hard to really focus on your own goals when so many different forces are pulling you in different directions. The nature of true monarchy aside, you're holding onto your original goal – piecing together the key fragments, and unlocking the treasure trove atop the Mountain of Faith. It might not be the most noble goal, but it's what you've chosen for yourself. There's a value in that, you think.

Although if what Nathair says is true, Eishin covets the contents of that vault as well, and he's been using you to unseal it for him. Sad, then, that he won't ever get the chance to see inside it. The witch spoke of other matters as well, speaking coyly and offering little. When you asked after Caoimhe, your mother, she claimed not to have ever known the woman. Then, in the same breath, she had said something that still nags at you.

“It seems to me,” Nathair had mused, “That she would have needed a very good reason to do the things she did. A reason that was significant enough for her to wager her life on it. You'll have to ask yourself what that reason might be.”

You've been asking yourself that ever since. You still don't have an answer.
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Thanks for running!

Now that we've arrested Eishin, do we have to worry about who his lawyer is? Will they spring him free after all our work to get him? More importantly, how will we provide him with his monthly phone call?
Segharl? Well, I don't want to give too much away right now. I wouldn't worry about him, though - I'm sure he won't cause any problems ever again!
Unfortunately for Eishin, some mischievous changeling stole all his gold, so he won't be able to pay his legal fees. Looks like he's going away for a long time!
>Unfortunately for Eishin, some mischievous changeling stole all his gold

Oh god it's even canon. I'm playing tic tac toe to your 3D chess here.
So did Caldwell just take his waifu and got the hell out of there?
Full details coming soon - and even fuller details coming on Wednesday - but Caldwell is currently elsewhere. Missing in Action, I suppose you might say.
>I'm playing tic tac toe to your 3D chess here.
And you just sunk my battleship!

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Keyword: Pokemon
Chapter Directory: https://pastebin.com/my72UJDu
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.
CONTINUING FROM >>2956922 . . . !
The tie was randomized.
Comfey and Easy to Wear Apparel — Heahea City
"We have a problem."

A shaggy, matted, all-around bedraggled mutt lowers his microscopic earpiece from his disheveled, fur-infested fuzzball of a head in order to better observe the bizarre sight unfolding before him. In particular—a young girl and boy—bound together by an ever-tightening finger trap straight outta the eastern regions—running around harassing every patron unfortunate enough to wander into their volatile vicinity, much to the despairing dismay of the wageslaves in charge of cleaning up their mess.

Slovenly Shepherd — Frouppo le Treschien


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The tie was randomized.
Frouppo's suspicions are far from reality, mired in misinformation, and about as accurate as corporate-sponsored promises of ultra changes. So dearth is his ability to read the room that all he needs to confirm his obtuse skepticism is the slightest implication of chica-alien collusion.

Through the gift of poor (or perhaps, humorously blessed) timing and conclusion jumping, Frouppo eavesdrops right as you begin to mimic the creature's extravagant poses. Your reasons for doing so? They look very cool and macho—as is consistent with your general admiration for all things cool and macho.


"K̫̥̯̟rr̢̙̗̣̟ͅͅr͙͠e̳̠̖͘e̩̺̱̤͜e͉̘e̻͉̦̠̥ͅ!̝̜͓̭̹̦ K̶̭͔͇̣̣r͉͚̠̖̺͉̬r̻̩̳̤͍̱e̵͔͕̗̭͙̜͇ẹ̬̗͎̪e̡̯͈̳ę̬͙̤͔̜̭!̴͉"

You and the creature flex your respective muscles with pride—though a begrudging Gladion weighs half of you down.

"GREAT SCOTT IT'S TRUE," the dog gasps. "They're brothers in arms!!"

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Under the infallible guise of a panty-encased, Furfrou-shaped Trojan Mudsdale, Frouppo awkwardly shuffles out of the wrecked store, totally not caught red-handed by all the noise he makes as he waddles his way off-stage.

A null beat passes before you return your attention to things that actually matter.

"Krr̞̖̰̼̰͇̣͞ȩ̪̠̮͉͎e̜̮͎e!̨ͅ ̮̩̱͇̳ͅKr͢ḙ̢e̷̖̹e̖͕̭̮̖!ͅ"

"I don't get it," says Gladion, his free hand obscuring part of his face. "Now it likes you all of a sudden? Just because you poked it for a few seconds and did some poses with it? It doesn't make any sense! It was trashing everything in sight a minute ago!"

"Ehehe!" you grin. "He's not so bad! It's like you said—he was just scared and confused! He didn't know what was going on until I stood up to him, and he's very sorry too! All he really wants is a friend! A friend he can flex and get sick trims with! I like making friends, so I trust him, so there! That's that! No ifs ands or buts!"

"You got all that just from stroking its muscles?! And now it's a he?!"

"Yosh!" you nod. "Stick with me, swole stinger! I'm still learning a lot of things myself, but I can show you what's what! We'll start with the most important number one rule—don't break stuff! Okay?"

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"Ehehe! Well, I guess that's that! Things got a little hectic for a teensy bit, but it wasn't so bad! And I got a brand new friend out of it too! Rowlet! Heeeeeey Rowlet! You awake? Say Hau'oli Howdy to our new amigo!"

You lift the brim of your hat to reveal your friendly neighborhood night owl dozing off underneath, as usual.

"Hoo.... hoo... hoooo..." the owl snoozes, lazily peeping one eye open in a double-sided attempt to both heed your orders and catch some zzzs—a plan that would be flawless were it not for the eldritch hellspawn staring back at him.

"K̴̪̠͕̪͇r̷e̘̬͓̗e̛ḙ̟̦̻͕!̨͓͔̦!̮̩̬̬͟ ͙͇͖̭͕̝̝K̡͙̟̻r͔͚̱̗̱̙̪̕ę͙e̵͉̱ͅe̤̺͞e͕̣͖̝̱̥̦!̷̜̝!̶̥" it chimes.

Rowlet hits the ceiling.


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The animals of the continent have gained sentience and must go forth to claim what land they can before others take it for themselves!

Choose a animal.
Choose a color
Choose a location

Pick two abilities

Here is a template for you to use.



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Guess i should make a discord
Rolled 40, 28 = 68 (2d100)

action 1: for the longest time, fish were so scarce that few believed they even existed. But with the invention of the sport known as "boating" fish is suddenly a new food source

action 2: a small band of hunters are prepped to venture into the unknown
Action 1
After coming to this island on little more then a cobbled together piece of driftwood the cats thought it would be wise to craft better floatation for themselves. They find an over abundance of bamboo and use this sturdy grass to start construct on rafts. (1/2)

Action 2: a group of scouts head to the North coast of the island to search the area. They stalk the bamboo forest till they meet the water where a cave swallows the lake into it's depths. As these scouts get close to investigate a shadow lashes out from the bamboo wood striking done 1d5 of the scouts leaving the rest to rush back to the south.
Rolled 4 (1d5)

action 1:the yeowmi continue to hunt fish

action 2: potion master mer'ow devises a "hunter's brew", a elixir that will increase future scout's awareness

extra non-potion action: the remaining scouts get put into a new group of scouts, this time going south
Rolled 91, 46, 62 = 199 (3d100)


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This is maintenance here

Could the Slavic individuals on floor 505 please be reminded that "Sex, Kvass and Hardbass" are not required to live on floors 505 to 519, and that Semechki is not a form of currency.

We are now accepting applications to join the Security teams and Expedition teams.

Please speak to your floor leader and/or local Maintenance representative

We are testing out a new way of cross floor communication sign up at https://discord.gg/S7ePSf9

For info go to https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NozB72LdVxdB017p4iB549c2gm4F-SqWWZzcUtOnS8A/edit?usp=drivesdk

The maintenance team.
Dear Maint,

This is 505.
Anyone who can not Hardbass will be fed to the well.
This our Boys turf. Cyka.
Maintenance Announcement:

Any talk of The Outside, The Roof, Level 0, or The Sky is a punishable offence.
Offenders will be evicted to sub levels or relegated to Janitor duty.

Thank you for your cooperation!

If 505 doesn't stop will send HighSec. And every hour raise the temperature by 1 degree.


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Welcome back to MAR Quest.

Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=marchen%20awakens%20romance
The fucked up Thread 3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2190140/
Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/CwcdrCYE

You are Onishi Kana, a Japanese school girl and delinquent who has been transported into a fantastic realm that you have only ever seen in your dreams where your physical abilities and senses have been magnified greatly. Though as the saying goes: “It’s not all sunshine and rainbows.” Only a few hours ago, you, the friends you’ve made here, and a volunteer army called the Cross Guard completed the bloody massacre that was the preliminary round of the War Games. The villainous hosts of this event are the Chess Pieces: terrorists with a bloodthirst hidden under masks and the veneer of civility with the establishing of this game. Of the odd few hundred of Cross Guard who entered the preliminary round, only a scant 80 made it through.The others too weak to make it past their combat trial.

You, of course, passed it easily; ripping the ARMs off the Pawn sent at you and adding them to your tiny collection of magical trinkets. The rest of your friends passed the test with little difficulty, too, but the slaughter of so many other potential allies has gotten to one of them: the former sailor Ahab. Currently, he’s leaning against a pillar a small distance away from camp set up by the Cross Guard.

With him is another one of your friends and the youngest of your small group: Cecily Ashe. Her rabbit ears wiggle as she tells the dour young sailor a joke in an attempt to get the boy to crack a smile.

“What did the bunny say to the carrot?” She smiles, quickly wiggles around with excited energy. Ahab doesn’t even look at her, keeping his eyes fixed to an uncertain middle distance.

Neither of them notice you eavesdropping on their little pep talk session.

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God damnit.

"Why can't you trust stairs?" You growl out, surprising Cecily and rousing the attention of Ahab. Both remain silent, but stare at you with in confusion.

"Because they're always up to something!" You can help but grin widely and gesture with your finger as you tell the punchline.

You joke lingers lazily in the air for a moment of silence as the two process what you just said.

Ahab audibly groans, gets up and starts to leave while Cecily starts laughing so hard she falls over.

"Because they're always up to something! HAHAHAHAHA! Kana you're silly!" She shrieks between breaths and rolls around on the ground. "And you got a reaction out of Ahab!" The girl pulls herself up off the the ground.

You allow yourself to chuckle a little and take the compliment. Looking at where Ahab his going, you can see him making his way to one of the bonfires surrounded by Cross Guard soldiers. One of them hands him a mug and pats him on the shoulder. Seems it was enough to knock him out of his funk at least for a little while.

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>>Ask Cecily about her prelim fight.
>>Check out the large crowd in the center of the Cross Guard camp.
>Ask Cecily how she's doing.
>Ask Cecily about her prelim fight.

>Go down to the bonfires.
>Go to the Cross Guard Tents.
For food hunting purposes. maybe they have something to eat. if not, we could always go out and find some food...
>>Ask Cecily how she's doing.
The bunny might be sad and that's something we can't allow.
>Stay there at the pillar.
We can sleep after checking on Cecily. Now is the time for a private heart to heart.
>Ask Cecily about her prelim fight.
>Sneak out spy on the Chess.

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Initializing Thought Node 0.0...
Accessing emergency reboot protocols....
Assessing Damage.. 10%... 70%...
Damage exceeds expected Parameters.
All facilities offline.
Scanning for active units....
4 Units Found.
Rerouting emergency power to remaining units....

Simultaneously, four units re-awaken. The thought node network recognizes that two are Hermes v.i pattern Probes.

Accessing network data on Hermes Probes, Mark One, Fabrication XXXI
>>The Hermes model one probe is a unit designed for undersea exploration. Consisting of a small chassis, a searchlight, three probe arms and an exploratory drill, supported by a rotary propellor, the Hermes probe is adaptable, cheap to produce, and capable of fast, discrete travel due to its small size. Requires fifteen units of metal to produce. Model provided free of charge by the [REDACTED] Corporation - For all of your Colonial Needs

The two probes quickly become active, and scour each other of accumulated rust with their delicate drill attachments. The thought nodes are able to observe through their small visual sensors, and to see the two other units that remain available. One is heavily rusted, but still entirely operational; a Peon pattern walker, of medium size, capable of carrying small loads, manipulating tools and constructing facilities, along with other basic tasks.

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Rolled 16, 17 = 33 (2d20)

Sorry, inaccurate wording on my part. Two commands per turn.
Also, one roll per player, as I said.
Rolled 16 (1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

Seems OP cought the Update Drought Pox

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Welcome to Meme Multiciv

In this game you will play as a tribe of memes aiming to lift your people to never before seen heights of culture and power

Mechanics & rules to know about:

-Every turn you can post 2 actions. These actions can be anything you like BUT they need to be reasonable given your current manpower, ic knowledge & resources. Actions are things like advancing tech, diplomacy, moving units around, establishing things. Literally everything is an action except naming things.

- Every action can only be 1 thing. Do not roll 7 different small actions into 1 action please.

>Resources & supplies
- Every resource requires a town to be built for it to be collected.
- Every town requires an additional unique source of food. (Fish, Meat, Fruit, Veggies, Grain, Dairy, Fungus etc). They can either gather it themselves OR be connected to another town that gathers it via a supply line.
- Supply lines are a series of hexes controlled by your team. They cannot curve and must avoid obstacles (with the exception of ocean travel which is port to port).

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I mean, you can play it like a regular civ. you just get meme magic for being thematic

> Meme Civ
> no Apu, no Spurdo, no generic Anon

Nation Name: Rare frogs
Starting location: Forest in bottom left clover
Action 1: Elect the rarest Pepe as leader.
Action 2: Build a statue for it.
Nation name: Fuck You Newfags

Description: Undead race of powerful ancient memes that arise from their decade-old slumber to cleanse the world of newfaggotry
Goal: Resurrecting the old god known as W.T.Snacks to b& all the newfriends
Weakness: Summer
Starting location: Frozen in the permafrost regions of the northern islands

Actions 1&2: Defrost 2 ancient memes

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Roll-under system, doubles are critical successes and failures.
> You are David Isaac Fischer, first-year student at Skyrock Academy with a Quirk that lets you calculate out physical interactions with near-perfect accuracy. Most recently, you just completed the 2-mile inaugural race in first, thanks to a surprise by one of your team-mates.

3" above your head, 19" to the left-
You smack your alarm with mathematical precision and pull yourself out of bed. Your rough ride on Joan's back has most of your joints aching; thankfully the school's medical staff gave you some aspirin. You get dressed and check the time. It's 8 AM; just enough time to get some breakfast before classes start.
The dining hall has a sophisticated design using a blend of ceramics and glass walls and ceiling in a naturalistic design, creating the feel of eating in an open-air environment. The school hierarchy is physically reinforced by the hall's layout; seniors eat on a second-floor outcrop designed like the inselberg the Academy rests on, while the freshman class eats in a sunken pit set up against the western wall. Holding your breakfast, you contemplate your seating options:
-The most obvious choice is the Victor's Table; a four-man table set on a small outcrop design above the freshmen dining pit. You can see your other team-mates from last night's race seated there.
-You can spot Hector and Reggie, the first of your fellow students you talked with, seated with Cynthia and Joanna. Joanna appears to be bombarding the rest with questions.
-Apollo, as usual, has magnetically drawn a small group to his table; it looks like Sketchbook Kid and the kid who spent most of his time sleeping on the bus are there next to Billy the bat-kid, Keane, and the punk with bristly hair.
-Harry, the guy whose bodily features keep changing (this morning he has three eyes and four ears), and crystal dude are all seated together; none of them look like morning people.
-Vincent, Rebecca, and the abrasive guy with the claws seem to have been exiled to their own table. Vincent looks offended.

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>>Joanna, this is dangerous and against school rules.

>This is only our first day here, we can ask around first yeah?
Also try to hit the letter of the busts in the garden to spell out cautioun
>Examine the surrounding structure to determine the probability of actual dangerous elements, such as unstable supports, being present.

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