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Alright, a week of fucking around later I've come back.

LAST TIME ON THIS QUEST: Not much, met some new people, saw some doggos, shot an airsoft gun, and found out where an ex-Empire Parahuman lives.

After finding out where this Siegfried Dellacoix lives, you have a strange feeling about something.

Oh right. School's tomorrow.

>What now?
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Skip school, go tell parents whats happening.
Then go on a rampage
That is another option, but what would we rampage?
thems the fuckers that are threatening us right?
But we don't know where they're hiding.
And it's not the empire threatening us, it's these fuckers from some kind of "Darwin" group. And if I had to guess they're kikes like the merchants or cauldron.

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The whine of a Chainsword is a beautiful sound. The promethium fuelled engine stutters as your fingers press hold of the starter. With the proper impulse, the holy weapon begins to speed, the adamantium teeth no longer shining in the half-light but becoming a blur as you steel yourself.

The sound of hundreds of Chainswords powering is enough to bring a man to his knees.

All beside you the Knights of the grand Angels Aurum Chapter array themselves, their weapons brandished as a consecrated choir to He-Who-Sits and his beloved Son.

It has been seven years since you first laid eyes on the brotherhood of warriors.

Seven years since the Raid.

Seven years since you were picked from the battlefield to become an Initiate, to enter their arenas and prove yourself. Five since you began the pilgrimage to join their ranks as a neophyte. Now at the Age of Seventeen, you stand within the ranks of the Squires, the neophytes of the chapter fit for battle against his enemies.

"Squire Caen." The booming voice of your Lord-Knight Jesaias calls out. Your eyes are drawn to the Angel beside you. Knight Jesaias barely has to incline his head to look you in the eyes. Even in his armor he hardly stands more than a foot taller than you. "What do you see?"

Arrayed against you is a writhing tide of heretics. Peasants wearing simple tunics, Merchants in their pompous garments, Priests in their thick leather robes, Mercenaries wearing half plate, and the once intimidating Knights in their ornate Full-Plate. All defiled in honor of the Dark Gods. Obscene symbols decorate armor, and clothes, shifting endlessly in ways that cause the eyes to water and the mind to wander. Violent scars and tattoos exhibiting dedication to terrible powers, brass and copper armors, bodies assailed endlessly by the bloated fetorflies, and cruel mutations without end.

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Wait, so did we or did we not get our cheek wounded? Are there illusions at play here?
Although I'm expecting an important call/meeting I still have time to write a bit and am back

I in my slepyness forgot to have him comment on the wound. He did see it and was going to say something along the lines of

"Ah. I see you've earned your first real Marks of Battle! You have much to learn however."

Or some such. He can see the wound is what I'm getting at
Ah, I see. Do feel free to get whatever you need done before continuing.

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Discord: https://discord.gg/fjQ8D

Not using Twitter anymore since I forgot it, and I'm using discord for that. I have no idea how it works but I think I did it good.

Character Sheet (Full!):https://drive.google.com/open?id=1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU
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Last time on EDQ, we were mostly fucking around and didn't do much in the way of national actions, but we did do a heavy economic boom in Hansodr...

In fact, as Claw, you can direct the way the industry in Hansodr will grow.

>Let Hansodr stay mostly heavily industrial. That's good.
>...You need BIGGER factories. Look into making it ultra-industrial. (Hurts the environment and living conditions, not to mention you'll need a lot of interested parties willing to invest, but can double your income and heavily reduce the upkeep of your army and in theory allow you to mass produce equipment much faster.)
>Try to go with something... More healthy. Try to make it more residential. (Hansodr's heavy industry gets stripped a bit to a mix of industry and residential, hurting income, but helping the environment and happiness.)
>Try to introduce more... Clean business. Like pharmaceutical companies... (Will turn Hansodr from a heavily industrial city to more "clean" industry. However, this requires a lot of college-educated, preferably human, and vehicular transport... Meaning most werewolves will be put out of business.)

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If he overdoses on the half dragon mutagen. I suspect he will slowly start to go through a personality shift as his mind becomes more draconic to a unhealthy degree.

>Liz or Chrysoula
Isn't frankizka here?
Call for her we need a status report.

Chances are with the way we left them they are doing much, much better. Not to mention they don't have to worry about their cave being taken what with the traps and such and they have soldiers now too.

They were loyal, subserviant, and obedient not to mention hard workers as well.

I also hope Lula and lily are doing okay. They were cute. Even if they were drow.

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Frankizka isn't here. She's busy right now.

Allowing samefagging if you can think lustful thoughts.
Rolled 16 + 14 (1d20 + 14)

Where is she now?
Wasn't she going through reports at the palace.
ffs this is why she needs to get off field work.

Think about the first time we met lily and lula.
We went from an assassination mission to tumbling drow twins.
being quoth is suffering

That reminds me that we have a scroll of meteor shower lying around somewhere
I believe investigating the governor generals.


Good Success!

You begin to apply the overdose...

How much are you going to give him anons?

>Double the dosage.
>Triple the dosage.
>Quadruple the dosage.
>Quintuple the dosage.

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>Triple the dosage.

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You have no name.
No skin.
No mouth.
No nose.

You are a white humanoid figure within a white space.

In front of you is a woman of about 20. She has blonde hair, bespectacled, and she seems to be very busy. She sits at a desk that is very contrasting to the white space. It's a desk made of oak, with grooves and buttresses that seem to belong to a Victorian household. The top is littered with an assortment of papers, pens, and various other office utensils.

>talk to the woman
>keep staring
>examine yourself
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Let's make it like one of those Japanese traps with tigers and spikes.
Hey, I'm always down for this sort of stuff.
You should do fine. See ya.
I thought those were Vietnamese. Either way we'd need bamboo.
So tomorrow didn't work out. I'm going to go for the weekend.
It's cool bro

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Which floor/button do you press?
Janice joins you in the elevator.
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"Yeah. Going down a level sounds like a good idea. We can start with one, and if nothing happens, then we can keep going."
>Rachel pushes the 3 button
'3' Lights up the old elevator shutters into motion. Jaince lets out a sigh of relief as
the elevator shudders and shakes, under your feet, going down. She stops breathing
when the gate opens revealing the number '5' in faded paint.

Janice starts, sobbing. She leans against the wall and slides down slowly, unable to
speak through her tears. You can almost feel the panic and fear rolling off of her. She
starts to hyperventilate. She looks around desperately and asks, “Are we in hell?”
"If we're in hell, I better see a naked scorpion lady on the next floor or else I'm going to start breaking shit. You guys might want to get out, because I'm taking the train to crazy town and going all the way up. Something wants us to go up, and I'm not going to waste brain cells thinking about it. Science is made from doing and learning."
Rachel quickly spins on Thomas
"Don't be a dumbass. Whatever's going on here, we can't just run straight into whatever's causing this! We're going to get out, we're going to try going down, and if we can't, then we're going to search the floor."
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"I know you've seen at least one horror flick in your time on earth. The protagonist always winds up nearly insane by the end of it. Now, I dunno about you, but I'd rather not have my mind chipped away, piece by piece by some Lovecraftian love child."

Thomas stops and looks melancholic for a brief moment.

"Heh, never thought I'd get to say this. See you, Space Cowboy."

He shoves both Janice and Rachel out of the elevator after pressing the button. Saluting Rachel as the doors close.

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The elevator purrs happily as it quietly ascends towards the top floor. Her eyes fixed on yours
from one or two feet below, Atma's open mouth has been static for the last four or five seconds.
And you let a few more pass, just to see if it closes. It doesn't.

Right. She asked if you like cats. "I seem to have some memory of a small, gray cat," you
say, without rush."I can't recall ever disliking it, so you could say that I like at least one cat

Her eyes lit. "That's so nice, I really like cats I have three cats at home and all they do is
sleep and they keep trying to eat from the table but that's just how cats are right they are not
bad just cats don't you agree with me?" by the time she's ended, both her small balled up fists
are right under her chin as she looks at you.

You nod only once. "I'm sure as hell not wearing any cat ears, though, but I doubt that's
what you're after... I'm going to guess that you've found one on the ship?" " You grin,

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"If you want a hug, go to see Roomba. She is used to give hugs, having been with Hornmothers and that. I... I guess I could give you a hug, but it wouldn't be honest. I was build to be the Yang of Roomba's Yin. She is the cuddler, when I do hugs is supposed to be shocking because that's not me. And... go inside and dey yourself up. Fanxy tech or not, all this rain tends to naje organics sick."
You find yourself looking the white line going across her scalp, amidst her dense dark brown
hair. She's very still, even through rain continues to punish her. You study your surroundings, on
a whim; light is fighting gray behind the thick steel railing, the ship is still between two layers
of clouds that close in at times. A faint warm cloud rises from your feet, it's the rain
evaporating after clashing hard against the hull.

" 'When people give up on the future, they do very awful things and take the future of everyone
around'," you repeat. Lumina looks up, you are still looking over her head. "Nicely put. Don't
become one of them. Fight for your future, tooth and nail, until they kill you or you make your
future a reality and win."

You look at her. Lumina nods, casually.

"Anyway," you shrug, "feel free to ask me if you need any help. Stuck bolt, body to dispose of,"
the girl grimaces, "whatever. On a completely unrelated note, have you seen Preah around by

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She looks away, her gaze suddenly twisting into despair. "This is sad! A lof of people are going to
die. A lot of good people that do good things, and a lot of stupid, stupid people that don't know
any better." Lumina looks straight into your eyes, but it lasts half a second before she looks
more towards your chest. "Why? Why would you laugh at something so... so..."

"You know, I think I've figured something out." You interrupt her, giving a wide (for your
standards) sharp smile, as you walk past her and gaze at the endless clouds. "Toast is
motivated by loving-kindness and making others happy, I believe she even said she was told that
when she was first activated. I wasn't." Your yellow raincoat is blown away by the wind, still
over your shoulders, yet the rest of your body is completely and perfectly still, down to the very
last screw. "But I believe the two things that bring me joy are creation and destruction. The
power to shape the world as I see fit." You nod towards the world. "Yeah. That sounds about
right. Power was the biggest thing Toast was missing, and the cloaked kooks saw that in her
request and answered it." You turn to look at Lumina, who suddenly seems a bit smaller. "As
you've noted I'm not that powerful yet, but I'm working on it." You strike a silly little smile,

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"Yeah. You're interesting."

Reach out and give her hand a shake, very very carefully.

"And I'm always willing to admit I'm wrong when strong evidence is presented. A machine that can't entertain a wrong thought isn't going to be very creative you know."

"Yes, we crazies have to stick together."

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(Sorry it's been so long, I was busy with college stuff and then my dog died)

You are Jordan Jonway, age 22. After being exposed to a bioweapon called Ruby Tuesday and surviving a subway crash, you developed the Stand 「Even Flow 」, which allows you to completely dehydrate objects. After fighting off a Stand using assassin named Daimler, you were offered a job at a spy agency dedicated to taking down dangerous Stand Users, known as 'Village Green'.

It's been a few days since you joined Village Green. You thought that being a spy would be a lot more exciting, but so far you've just been going over intel or keeping Village Green's cover as an advertising agency afloat. However, you come in one day to be immediately directed to the briefing room. Director Maserati is sitting at the head of a long table, while Adeline and Bruce are already seated. "Now that you're here, Mr. Jonway, we can begin." says Maserati.

>"Are you giving me field work?"
>"What's the mission?"
>Write in
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>Brainstorm (Roll 1d100)
Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>Brainstorm (Roll 1d100)

You suddenly realize that there's no clouds in the sky...which means you might be able to pull off a crazy idea...if Even Flow can steal water, surely it can let it out?

On cue, Even Flow lifts its hands up and begins dispersing water in a fine mist. The light of the sun begins to catch in the water droplets, and the reflections create a bright light that reduces your shadow to a small circle directly beneath you. Rainbow In The Dark slithers out of the ground into its three-dimensional form. And you have something special for it now that it's vulnerable. Even Flow still has some water in it, and it levels a hand at the enemy Stand before launching a blast of water at the force of a bullet towards Rainbow In The Dark. The blast catches Rainbow In The Dark in the left shoulder and punches a small hole through it. Behind you, you can hear Bentley cry out in pain. Even Flow's not done, though- it floats out towards Rainbow In The Dark and lets out a flurry of punches,


The black webbing pattern cracks and crumbles off of Rainbow In The Dark. You hear Bentley slump over to the ground, groaning and coughing. Rainbow In The Dark does the same, and Even Flow raises a foot up before bringing it down hard on Rainbow In The Dark's head. There's two sickening crunches- one from Bentley, and one from his Stand as they both die.



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It was a pretty good time, thank you for running.
Thank you for running.

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Hopefully going to see the end to this quest during this thread, we return to what was supposed to be a oneshot drawquest!

=Previous Thread=

=Archive for Melancholic Quest=

>Do I need to play MQ to play this?

Nope! The only things you'd be missing out on are character cameos and references. Feel free to join this short silly drawquest anyways!
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"Now, I know they're a bit uh..." you flounder about for the right words, Lawrence staring just as shocked as you had been.

"...sexy." Marilyn says this like a swear, covering her eyes.

"Sophisticated. Museums are full of naked people, and people don't call those dirty. Besides it has this uh... bacha-...er, bachelorette feeling to it, it's wild and groovy and uh..." You can't think of anything else that wouldn't lead to more questions for you, looking up to Lawrence to try and gauge his response. Maybe he's speechless at the genius of this, who would expect it after all? Critics would call it a daring mood on your part, but that's okay isn't it?

That's right Delilah, you're breaking boundaries with this. Brilliant, they will call you brilliant for this! You'll look so cool for taking a risk like this, even if you have to keep from looking at the model's very familiar face too closely the whole time.

You don't know if you should feel relieved or disappointed when Lawrence springs forward to rip down the offending pictures in an attempt to help save your remaining innocence. Marilyn kicks the box with the remaining photos off to the side as he goes to throw them away.

"Wait not in there! Mom will see them!" you've already pushed luck with taking the wallet, you'd rather not have a conversation with her about this. Reluctantly, they get shoved into his pocket and you're glad to not be the only responsible adult here. "Thanks for that buddy, now we really shouldn't dillydally. mommightbehomesoon and we need to finish the list so if we could just go ahead and take the fast track out of here."

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>You're sure one of the schools nearby wouldn't mind you 'borrowing' some supplies
Operation breaking and entering is go.

I'm sad about the lost decorations.
>Check the dumpster behind an arcade, they always throw stuff like that out
>You're sure one of the schools nearby wouldn't mind you 'borrowing' some supplies
>Check the dumpster behind an arcade, they always throw stuff like that out
Only the coolest of cats (/goblin kings) dumpster dive.

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THread is resuming to give superpowers to crabpeople and conduct more raids against the serpents and void tyrants, come on by
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Would someone be interested in playing a Not!Tropico quest?
Im trying to draw at least some buildings and come up with events and stats but I feel it would be pretty much a civ quest, and people here hate civ games, so I don't know if I should keep going...
>people here hate civ games

News to me
Nonconformist opinion detected, stop right there anon, submit and be assimilated into the /qst/ consensus.
Nigger this is a board entirely made up of insufferable faggot exiles, the only thing agreed upon is that yuri is shit and that fanfiction qms are likely to turn themselves into dank memes.

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The ground rumbled and the walls shook with the force of nearby explosions, dust and loose bits of scrap falling from the walls and rooftops of the crude town on Scatters that a squad of Necrolytes and Trolls swept through. In the near distance they could hear the shouting and gunfire of their comrades fighting groups of the undead that swarmed out from the buildings made from stacking salvaged starship hulls together.

Rosa, an officer and one of the first members of the Legion, guided her squad down an alley already scored by bulletholes and blaster scorchmarks, casings littering the ground. A netu and another human were right behind her, their shardspitters and bone rifles held at the ready as the rest of their squad, a handful of living soldiers and a group of Trolls, trailed behind and covered their rear.

There was the scrabbling of feet on a metal roof from above and the human behind Rosa lifts up their rifle and lets out a shot in a split second. There was a squeal and a clatter as a vorh ghoul, its chitin splintered and its claws bloodied, fell to the ground before them. With a swift step forward Rosa kicks out with a heavy boot to send it sprawling in the dust before lifting her thermal vibroaxe in one hand and bringing it down with a solid blow to cleave its skull apart. A quick motion and they continue, the corpse kicked to the side.

They could hear more intensive fighting ahead, the light of a building fire making the smoke above them glow as the day on Scatters draws closer to dusk. Rosa stopped as her exosuits HUD alerted her that there was another squad nearby holed up and defending a group of injured survivors in a nearby building made from a dismantled cruiser. With a quick order the Legionnaires and Trolls began to leap into the air with their jump-packs, the sting whip in Rosa's prosthetic limb letting her grapnel up the side of a building faster than the others.

With light distorting behind them as they used their jump-packs to leap across the rooftops they spot the building in question surrounded by a crowd of zombies and ghouls. Another quick order to the squad and they spread out on the buildings while checking their ammo and gear, heavy weapon Trolls awaiting their orders from the Necrolytes.

Rosa steps up to the edge of the former freighter turned shanty tower, the Trolls that carried their own weapons and heavy shields lining up next to her. Her exosuit once again alerted her that extraction was on its way but they needed a clear landing zone. Gripping her vibroaxe tight she takes a deep breath to gather herself even as the electric excitement of battle already started to well up in her. Grinning in pure delight under her armored helm she lifts her ax as her hard-light shield ignites over her other forearm and with a warcry she and the Trolls leap forward to crash down into the crowd of undead, their weapons cleaving through the undead while those above opened fire.

The battle for saving Refuge wages on.
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Whoops was working
Yeah thinking i should just keep running this thread "day" on Saturday instead of a new thread since there's still a lot that needs to be done this thread.

Like discussing the factory city stuff and what it means for improving our resources
I am slightly here.
You know this gets me thinking, with our current technology we could theoretically build a sort of reconstructed equivalent to a bolo by compacting our starship weaponry for use in a land based super heavy tank. It would have to be a massive compared to our existing battletombs, like comparing a that 1,000 ton mega tank the nazis designed and a Panzer, but would otherwise follow a similar design to the battletomb template. A hulking mass of armor suspended on heavy hover pads with a turret so massive it could carry the same guns as a ship turrets mount. Being an obvious target for enemy artillery and air strikes, it would need auxiliary guns to fight off both air and infantry attacks, missile pods out the wazoo, and shielding equivalent to a space ship, but there would be sweet fuck all it couldn't blow up on the battlefield. It would be a perfect counter to the Osijics super heavy mechs.

"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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Yes, yes I -still- haven't done up the pastebin.
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Nets, ropes, being surrounded is bad armor. Not saying it wouldn't cause a lot of casualties but we'd lose her and the armor.

Better to have her breaking ranks so our shock troops can tear into them.

I mean that would suck
But she would have done her job
But also what sloders would carry lumbs of roop into a fight unless they know about her?
Early waves shouldnt have any.
And this is moght to be like the finaly battle i think
> Would have done her job

Maybe, but as an Officer we would have failed ours.

Congrats on losing an irreplaceable war machine and a subordinate to win one battle, instead of using them to win them all.

I'm actually kind of concerned you don't seem to understand the concept.

> But it's the final battle

Maybe for the story arc, but not for the characters. This isn't an RTS.

Instead of dropping one unit off alone and unsupported, MAYBE it would be better to use a combined arms strategy so they can kill the enemy AND keep other soldiers alive.

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>The Black Company
I thought I was the only one who read that series.

stone soldier or bone warrior?
> MFW we still haven't met the annalist.

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The burning light of the sun beats down on the streets. Not a single cloud in the sky, and no wind. The temperature keeps going up- it´s the first of January, but it can´t be any lower than 30º Celsius- Is it going to continue rising? Will you die to the demons or to dehydration, at this rate?
It is not a pleasant thought to have.

After escaping from the Gagyson in the apartment building, your friends and you went back to your own home- The streets were empty at first, but you think you saw a couple people in the alleys- Maybe some escaped from the demons, or haven´t run into them yet? Perhaps it is the heat that has woken people up.

Perhaps it´s something you´d rather not think about.

In any case, you have emptied your own fridge completely- with the temperature like this and no electricity, it´ll all spoil soon- so you just put everything in the freezer that you could to at least preserve it for a bit longer. You also found out there was also no running water...

"Guys... with no water or electricity, how long do you think we´ll be able to last?"

"Well, there are always the shopping malls, but i feel like those are going to be pretty dangerous very soon "

"What do you mean?"

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>Take the bros with you. If you are going to get people to come here, it´ll be much better to be up-front about the whole demon friends thing.
>The supermarket. Might be good to grab some more food.

We should get to the supermarket and get what we can.
Gah, if not enough people choose arena I'll change ny vote to the hospital.
Think that sadly i must cut the updates short today again. If this thread can stay out of autosage for tomorrow, i´ll just run again then.
Yeah think that because there's no electricity, demons running running around, and food becoming scavenge; patients and staffs would be incredible vulnerable.
>Take the bros with you. If you are going to get people to come here, it´ll be much better to be up-front about the whole demon friends thing.
>The supermarket. Might be good to grab some more food.

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It's dark, it's foggy, it smells like burnt hair and You can't see a damn thing.
What shall thou do?
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A little underwhelming
Kill the underwhelming
>Talk to the underwhelming.
>Talk to the underwhelming.

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It is the Year of Our Lord 1120. You are Victor Reis, a Knight-Captain of the Order of Brothers of the German House of Saint Mary in Frankfurt (The Teutonic Order.) You had come to the Holy Land after a request for aid from your brothers in the newly-formed Templar order, and traveled with them to a mountain pass Northeast of Acre, and joining a Saracen horde in battle there, suddenly found yourself in another world, along with your Teuton brothers and Templar allies.

Previously, on Fantasy Crusader Quest....

We got back to camp, and delivered our report. Meeting up with Marcus, Natalia, and Edgar, you all met in your tent to listen to Natalia's story.
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"Well, we were travelling northwest, when we saw a small cloud of smoke..."

Leaning against the table, you tell him the full story, not leaving out any detail. As you leave, you look up at the sky.

You're glad you did some good.


".... and after that buffoon left, I gave my report, and went back to my tent. I've been spending most of my time with Ka. She's a dear, and she wants to become a knight like me!"

You are Victor Reis, and Natalia has finished telling her story. Marcus and Cellica watch her, enthralled, and you admit, that was quite the story.

Shifting your weight in your chair, you say,

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Looks like thread's ded, night. Open voting until next thread.
>"That's an amazing tale. Would you like to hear ours? Cellica was almost done with it, so I'll let her tell it."
We got our own girl we can give headpats to as well Natalia!
>headpat Ceci
Too much talking, to little Purging! We must cleanse this world of impure heretics and false gods!

Convert all by sword, hellfire or brimstone. God will sort the rest!
>"That's an amazing tale. Would you like to hear ours? Cellica was almost done with it, so I'll let her tell it."
W-woah anon. Save that sort of lewdness for private.

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Last time on MSGQuest:

> ███████ attempted to destroy the Malignancy by invoking the Command of Finality. Unfortunately the Malignancy survived...

> ███████ decided to bestow a Word of Power to the Mortals, providing them the means of combating the Malignancy...

> ███████ infused a shard of itself into the Malignancy in an attempt to seize control over it. This strategy failed catastrophically, only serving to arm the Malignancy with a fragment of divinity...

> ███████ resurrected the Steppe-Dwellers who weren’t destroyed by the Command of Finality...

> The Malignancy adjusted the flow of time relative to itself, accelerating its growth considerably...

> ███████ conceived the antithesis of the Malignancy. ███████ sealed the newly named Counterpoint into the Empowered Mortal...

> ███████ enlightened the Mortals to the wonders of agriculture...

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>Fill in the giant gapping void with fertile farmland plains, filled with berries, grain, and vegetables.
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Rolled 18, 18 = 36 (2d20)


> In the interest of minimizing the chance of another cosmic threat rampaging across your creation, you decide to attempt to mend the Empowered Mortal's mangled psyche...

> You create a psychic construct designed to infiltrate the Empowered Mortal's unfettered mind and guide the Empowered Mortal's self through the arduous process of reconstructing its consciousness...

> Ah. This might take a while to tidy up...

A {Therapy} roll must now be made alongside the {Lunatic} roll. A d20 will be rolled, if (x + modifiers) exceeds 10, then one of the twenty possible outcomes for the {Lunatic} roll will be permanently changed to ~Abstain~. If all 20 outcomes for the {Lunatic} roll become ~Abstain~ the Empowered Mortal will be cured of the psychosis affecting it...



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This is just like my yapanese animes.

Picture done...

Sleep time now...


Thank you for keeping me company, I hope you all derived some entertainment from this thread...

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Thank you, and good morning...
thanks for running!

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