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It has been hundreds of years since the destruction of the old world. Large cities have turned into rubble and been taken over by monstrosities created by the old war.

What remained of humanity has taken to the wilderness, where forests grew again and rivers flowed. There they began seeing and contacting strange new races. Large green humanoids known as orcs, tall and slender men known as elves, and many other less sizeable races.

Eventually, humanity regressed to the levels of ancient, iron age societies. Families turned into clans, some larger, some smaller, and clans united into tribes. The tribes formed villages in which they collaborated in order to survive in this new harsh world.

You are one such tribe, living close by pine forests and a great, wide river. You can select a boon for your tribe:

>You are close to relatively vast arable lands.
>You are close to a city, where both powerful old world tools can be found, but also great, merciless beasts.
>You are close to the sea, allowing contact with far away lands at a certain level of seafaring.
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Finally, after a few minutes of march, the veterans are able to find a perfect trail that was left by a group of our men when they came into the forest. It is definetly subtle, and it took a keen eye and some luck to spot it, but it allowed the men to return to the village unscathed.

As they arrive, the woodcutters panic at the sight of three men down, though they are quickly reassured that it was merely fatigue from the forest scouting. No one is yet told about the sight of those deformed, cut off feet.

The veterans order the novice warriors to take the incapacitated men to a home and care for, which the young promptly do. Meanwhile, they head towards the hut of the patriarchs to report.

---GAME END---

On the topic of session announcements:

I tried making three twitter accounts and each time twitter bugged me about a phone number, so I tilted and didn't try again.

Here's the link to the discord again:

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Pastebin with relevant tribe info:
thanks for running man, see ya
When's the next update?
OP here, more news on the 23rd, new thread will be made then and more news at the discord

We are citizens of an archaic race and together we will try to explain the world we see around us, and through logic and discussion we shall determine the true depths of reality.

How to play:
1) Give yourself a name & profession (e.g. John the Baker)
2) Suggest an explanation for how the world works that fits the list of requirements (e.g. angry sun god explains heat waves etc). Whichever explanation ends in 6 is the new accepted truth.
3) Find a hole in the new understanding of reality alongside a new criteria the next explanation must fulfill to remedy this contradiction.(Sun helps things grow, while anger destroys! Explanation must also explain how things grow) Explanation ending in 9 is accepted as the new critisism.

>Have fun & be creative! This is a quest literally just for coming up with ideas as wacky or simple as you want, coming from any angle. Feel free to role-play how the new world understanding effects you & your characters life.

Turn 1: We are an archaic shore side village with basic agriculture and a little farming. Looking over the ocean the High Priest wonders,
where did we come from? How did the world get here?

MUST include:
>Our town/civilization name
> What our starting Biome/environment is

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So we need a 9 to change this?
yep, although I like your answer
Can you give an example of a change to yours?
Bullshit! if I leave ice out in the sun all day it doesn't turn into a baby! it just melts!

New criteria: Explain where babies come from

So new explanation needs to have creation myth AND an explanation where babies come from
I like the idea of this Quest but I am not sure what else to write about. Others may feel the same way. You may want to go back and rethink the logistics of this quest so you get more participation

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Your character encounters a pig!
It goes: "Oink."
What do you do?
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I roll a nature check to see if I know anything about this strange creature
Rolled 9 (1d20)

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>Where threads go to die
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Your name is Isaac. You are a selectively mute, naive and sheltered rich boy who has recently enrolled in a prestigious high school. A month has passed since the beginning of the school year and you have absolutely no friends, but girls give you darting eyes and start giggling when you look at them. Since you're fucking dense, you have no idea what that means and you do not give them too much attention. Guys don't care about you, but there's this one redhead that has a particular interest in you, but you're oblivious and you haven't noticed this. You currently have these classes:
>Arcane studies
Your father forced you to take nothing but AP classes. He will beat the shit out of you if you don't get 90's everywhere. He also locks you inside your room from 17:00 to 20:00 and forces you to study. You don't do so unless you feel a strong need to. You go to sleep at 21:00 and wake up at 5:00.You must immediately go back home once school is over.

It is currently Sunday, 20:12. What do you do?
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>nah it's over
>A) I should've planned this
>B) I keep revealing my powerlevel in other quests; that annoys me.
>C) I didn't properly estimate the time it would take to finish a day in-quest. Shit, I thought it would be over in a few minutes. That's my fault though, I'm autistic.
>D) Every time I make a mistake, I feel my soul shriveling up and I have the deepest desire to commit seppuku. I can't take this anymore man. I'll get someone to read proof my shit next time. I'll also learn how to properly format something in here, I'm a complete newfag in /qst/
>Ah... Maybe.
>isucc may come back in another timeline.
>Don't get your hopes up.
>Do not get your hopes up.
>In all honesty, I wanted to write something about my bois Isaac and Demon. I actually want to make a comic. It'll be a thousand times sillier though.
>I couldn't push myself to further brainstorm the comic, so I just chugged some alcohol and started this quest.
>It was a terrible decision

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>you know what
>lurk /ic/ for a week
>you may find me there
It was a good quest for your first one. Don't worry the next one will be better.
>B) I keep revealing my powerlevel
Turn off Autofill setting or try running the quest in another browser
I would say there is lot of chance to flesh out the world much more.
Fun quest mah dude
I can only assume Isaac's sanity will only get worse from here. Will he hit negative sanity levels?

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Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/hrgjuTTU (forgot the login for the last charsheet)
Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2667030/

You are Mick Frost, an Imagineer working at Walt Disney World. You were chosen to be the model of the first Disney Host Interactive, a holographic guide to the park. However, you discovered that there is a reason why you were chosen, as well as why the DHI was implemented in the first place: Disney characters are made real by the collective belief and imagination of the world- including the villains, who have banded together as the 'Overtakers', plotting to seize control of the park and eventually the whole world. When you fall asleep, your mind is transferred to your DHI self, armed with a weapon called the 'Keyblade'. You are the park's only hope to fight back against the Overtakers. Last night, you fought and defeated the Horned King,

Well, the Heartless he summoned with the Black Cauldron technically defeated him, but you're counting it as a win.


A few days after the fight with the Horned King, you come into work with only for Wayne to pull you aside in the Utilidors. He looks exhausted and there are dark circles under his eyes. "I've been rackin' my brain tryin' to figure out what the Overtakers are lookin' for." he says. "We need to find whatever they're after before they do."

"That's great, but we don't even know what we're looking for." you say. "Basil said they're looking for something in the park, and I dunno if you've notice, but the park's pretty big."

Wayne looks unamused. "Don't get sarcastic with me," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes. "We gotta start somewhere."

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Bumping for the morning crowd

"This is from MAIN Street, USA." you say to yourSelf. "There'd likely be one in Liberty Square..."

(Think I'm gonna call it for this thread, I'm feeling burned out and need to think of what's to come next)
Use more images.
Surprised more people didn't go for Tomorrow Land considering the work that Disney put into it. Probably a piece at the top of Space Mountain.

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Now that the crisis has passed, the Iraklins have moved in to pick up the pieces – literally, in the case of the destroyed Abrahad statue. You watched with a lingering sense of regret as they picked up every last scrap of stone and sealed them away in ugly metal storage cases. Some of the remains will be shipped to Odyssey Point, or wherever the latest batch of cloistered researchers are hiding, while others – the good bits, the aesthetically pleasing bits – will likely end up in Consul Hess' care.

That living statue had been a thing of incalculable age, granted some animating force through means yet unknown to you... and now its remains will last out the coming years as an ornament, part of the consul's collection. It's a strange thought, and the implications of it leave you feeling a touch dizzy.

But on the other hand, the statue would certainly have killed you if you'd given it the chance, so you're not about to feel any real sympathy for it. It's just a little disheartening to see what should have been your profits vanishing into Iraklin hands.

But that's life in the airship business – easy come, easy go.
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Well hello, Milos' mother.
For some reason THIS expedition of all expeditions has made me realize just how fucking weird and motley our little group of adventurers is.
We upped our weirdness level by 3 when we recruited Masque though. It was eccentric before but now it's 'no matter where we go, someone in our group probably isn't welcome'
Yeah, Masque definitely skyrocketed the "weirdness" factor.
We're going to have to leave him on the ship for anything social. Or normal. I'd feel bad, but he probably prefers that too and only wants to come out when there is something to fuck up.

Good morning, you hung-over, sons of bitches! I hope you all had a good night's sleep, after all the partying you did.

And if I seem to be yelling louder than usual, it's because I'm doing it on purpose!

So I suggest you all wuit complaining, grab a cup of recaff and a bowl of slop, and start praying that your hangovers go away, before we start moving into the jungles.

>What is this?
Free-form roleplay set in the grim darkness of the far future of Warhammer 40,000. Based off of threads that used to happen over on /tg/. Until recently, we were going under the name "field kit inspection".

>When do you guys make these threads?
Usually Saturdays at 11:30am Eastern Standard Time. Although we'll often make a new thread throughout the week, if we hit the bump limit early on

>Can I join in?
Sure, just think of a character and have fun, you can find most info in 1d4chan albeit it's ussually a little bit out of date in comparison to where the threads are.

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Oooh aaah aaah aaah
>is fiddling with a very large auto-stubber trying to unjam it before the next wave.
"are you really sure you can fix that WITHOUT killing anyone? I'd like to know if I need to get to cover BEFORE you manage to somehow blow it up," a guardsman beside him says. The man with the heavily damaged uniform and the almost completely destroyed helmet glances over at the weapon while just standing a few meters away.

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Your name is Kurt Vander, and you are a Fist Wizard.

It isn't the official name given to mages such as yourself; the official designation for a practitioner of such a peculiar magic style differs from region to region. In the venerable West where civilization first arose, your kind is known as Kinetomancers. In the far reaches of the East, you are called Warrior Monks or Ki/Chi Users. Within the confines of the frigid North, you are venerated as Berserkers. In the untamed wilds of the South, you are hailed as Shamans and Spirit Sages.

Fist Wizard is the title you think fits your personal style of magic best, a practitioner of both the magical arts and martial prowess. But regardless of the name, every mage who wields magic with their bare fists share one thing in common.

You all fight with your fists.

And your fists are sometimes magical.

With your particular skillset, you have enrolled into the Imperial College for Magic and Higher Learning in the hopes of expanding your craft and become a better practitioner of Fist Wizardry. Thus, your story continues.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FistQm
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/FistQM

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>He uses certain magics that could easily be incorporated into our style
It would be good to have a healing ability so we can heal what damage we take during combat.
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Will there be a blood mage later on?
That made me smile. Thank you, anon.
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i say we should get a magic shield. Enough people have been hurt or killed because we can't protect them.

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I screwed up the first one so I'm starting over
it's a simple back and forth sort of thing, each person is their own unique entity in a unique parallel of the story so your choices will just affect you unless you and someone else agree to be in the same story, please don't look at other stories for meta knowledge.

you wake up in a forest, surrounded in foilage with nothing but your clothes, what's the first thing you do?
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you decide a simple pile of sticks just wouldn't do, and so you spent the rest of the day trying to make the brilliant landing zone marker of your dreams,it looks alright for the most part, a few sticks misaligned or falling off from the weak twine, the rock on top is just about to fall off, and you simple couldn't get nice piece of bark big enough for a legible sign, it is night time
Who are you replying to? What was the link for?
I didn't know rolling on this was a thing, and I'm not using rolling for this story, maybe another one, the idea is you are just you, there's not gonna be miraculous crits or crazy fails, you just try to build a really complex marker and by the end of the day it's good, but obviously you cannot tie big sticks and rocks together in a stable way easily and it's not like you'll find sign worthy bark within that same day

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Soundtrack for this thread: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuFJ9reBX5c

The translucent turquoise digits screaming at you from your dashboard tell you it’s time to go back to the apartment and go to bed. No one should be up at this hour in Dalton, Indiana, but you made the jump. With killer insomnia like yours, it’s not like you had much of a choice.

Your name is Norm Eastman and you’ve been living in Dalton for two days now. You’ve accepted a job at the local High School teaching music. Not the best gig in the world, but it pays the bills. It’s a small town, maybe 900 people, and it’s a very tight community. You still haven’t quite figured out how to fit in, so you spend your nights...doing this. Up at some horrid hour, blaring whatever you can through your radio - tonight it’s Henry Rollins, fanatically telling you how fuckin’ rad the Ramones song he just played was. You’d agree with him if you weren’t so damn tired.

Your mind is wandering, and it shouldn’t be, but there’s little else to do. A quick glance at the speedometer lets you know you’re about to hit eighty. On a little bumfuck county road like this? Suicidal.

You’ve driven pretty far out of Dalton at this point. You’re winding up and around the occasional trailer hitched on the side of the road and - to your surprise - a pizza place built out of a little shack. “Depot Pizza and Fireworks” - quite the combination, you think.

You hit the gas and speed on. Soon, the occasional buildings disappear. No other vehicles oppose you as you tear down the narrow road. Man, you ponder, what kind of white trash shit have I gotten myself into?

Suddenly, as if in response to your mental aside, something catches the corner of your eye. You slam on the brakes - Jesus, it’s a person! There’s a woman just...standing there….in the middle of the woods. She looks - well, you can’t really describe it in any way that’d be simple. Brown unkempt hair, a white dress, no shoes. She just...stares at you in your car.

What happens neXt?

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Thank you anon.

It would seem our PC is a fairly ordinary person (Although I would like for him to morph into a much more deranged supernatural investigator personally) it won't be long before the overbearing feeling of dread, lack of sleep and the ever increasing realization that forces of evil (supernatural or otherwise) are at work.

Hopefully by the end of this quest our PC wil be
>Pic related
>Find our local Padre and get him to bless EVERYTHING we own, they can do that and consecrated items protect against evil as long as we don't give in to Satan
Does anyone else want to encounter an angel of the lord and end up having it as our handler of sorts?

I would love that for the novelty of the "good guy" to be the one backed up by a terrifying eldritch being that defies the laws of physics and nature.
I love that, especially if it gave us our "missions" in really weird ways
Just thinking about this, it'd be really interesting to be an agent of the Morning Star and basically doing semi mystical spook shit

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this is pretty simple because I'm too autistic to make decent plot/characters
put a simple name so I know who you are and who you are for progress's sake, I'm just going to do a few runs at a time

you awaken in the middle of a forest with nothing but your clothes, what's the first thing you do?
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We should set up some shelter and start a fire near the river
you call out to the empty white plane, a slightly humanoid figure approaches, his footsteps echo on the opalescent floor
Go to the footsteps, meet the figure
New thread. Reboot.

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Old thread here

Let me know when you guys notice the thread. I'll be typing meanwhile
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solid. current relative power level?
Well, currently the characters can take on most field monsters, but dungeon monsters level up as the dungeon goes deeper so it depends on how deep the dungeons are.

Also, the world enemies come from a dimension without stats so they run mostly on rules of physics rather than our system, so its pretty relative.

If we throw a hugemongous fireball at it, it dies, but it a ship-sized horror stomps us, we do sink into the ground and are immobilized, though instead of right out dying, our hp is badly damaged, which as it turns out, is why the creator gods gave us the rpg-like system to begin with.


We walk into the house with Kya and Dusk, then give Kya a little kiss as she retires to rest before dinner.

Our little sister runs over towards us, her fluffy tail wagging as she slows down to as elegant a walk as she can manage by the time shes a few feet away, looking at us with a clear 'praise me praise me!' look to her.

"Big brother, welcome back!" - she greets us politely with her hands in front of her as she offers to take our cloak and hat for us
"I'm back. This is for you." - we give her some snacks from the market street after she takes our hat and cloak, and rub rub her soft hair and her left ear.

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>>Did you have a good day?
>>Did you have a good day?

how "Bastion Day 1: romancing an angel" as a thread description?
I want to say something about seducing all of our friends' little sisters.

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Optimistically, the war will be over by the end of the year.
We hope.
But for now - let's find out if we last long enough to see the morning sun. The night out there has teeth, and we're not the only stalkers of odd corners of the earth.


>Twitter: https://twitter.com/CompanyComQM
>There's a discord. They tell me to link it: https://discord.gg/DZCVvVU

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>What I learned from the exercise, at least, was that cover is at a premium in close quarters combat, and being actually close to someone is just asking to get your position grenaded.
Would it work if I grenade launched them before they grenaded us?
>Your power in particular lets you act behind walls, which might come in handy...
True, bear in mind its range is [GRIT], so I can't chew up a -1 to hit malus if I want to act beyond its base range unlike guns. There's also how my talent scales poorly against large groups, or if I want to extend its range.
My talent is best used for assassination, mind games, or interacting with the supernatural.

The rest of you have some very useful talents too.
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if you hurry, you can still bet on the outcome.
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Someone might buy it, if you pretend this is a live showing.
A blinding flashcharge that disables your own troops seem too peculiar, even for our R&D.


Yes, casualties do need to be dragged to a field station or off map.
They are necessary, for on the spot triage care. Otherwise, units need to evacuate with downed soldiers
It is possible mid-mission.
Are you a trained field triage medic? Then you can attempt to revive! If you are not, you can't (You are not, Trencher).

... they don't /die/? That seems a keen benefit, inthusfar as the Troopers inform me that they'd really rather not die!

Like suppressors?

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In-game date: Monday, 8th of August - Late morning

Having slept in for a bit, you wake up and have breakfast with the rest of the squad. Just as you were about to finish - emphasis on just, a beautiful morsel of toasted bread imminently about to be munched on - your phone goes off. Your squadmates' phones also buzz.

There was a certain tragedy that the others ate slower than you. No doubt there was at least one case of indigestion as the rest of them tried to wolf down their breakfast before the unusually early briefing.

You shouldn't interrupt people's breakfast like that.


Miku was hiccupping from having shoved all that toast down her throat. That's what happens when you try to gobble down on food when you were never a glutton. It was quite a cacophony hearing her hic-hic-hic as the squad made their way to the office.

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Dammit it was just getting good
Unironically hold your head underwater until you pass out. You don't deserve to breathe oxygen. This is the single most autistic thing I've ever read.
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>I do not have the skill nor care to handle Nishigori's brainchild with dignity
Neither did Nishigori. DitF was fucking garbage and the climax was a total cockup of a disappointment.
Cursed player

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You wake up in the trash world wat do
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Start eating garbage. What else is there to do?
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Collect the energy of my sweatshop workers
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>You wake up in the trash world
Call the jannies
Say something trashy

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