The Galaxy is in flames.The Emperor's glorious vision for humanity is in ruins. His favoured son, Horus, has turned from his father's light and embraced Chaos.Brother turns against brother, sons against their father. Full half of The Emperor's mighty legions have betrayed him, dealing a mortal blow to 3 of his loyal legions on Istvaan V. War has begun, a conflict that will engulf mankind in fire. Treachery and betrayal have usurped honour and nobility. Assassins lurk in every shadow. Armies are gathering. All must choose a side or die.Elsewhere, the daggers are being drawn. Sanguinius and his Blood Angels fight for their life against monstrous Things from nightmare, while Roboute Guilliman sits confident in his realm of Ultramar, awaiting the arrival of his brother Lorgar yet unaware of the dagger pointed at his back.On Prospero things are different. The hand of Leman Russ has been stayed, temporarily, while Constantin Valdor and you, Alpharius, a captain of the Alpha Legion disguised as the Raven Guard, deal with Magnus. You have entered his inner sanctum in secret, and spoken with the Red King, in an attempt to save him and his legion.Even as Prospero waits with bated breath, the ruinous powers exert their influence, and the galaxy trembles. To meddle with Fate is to court ruin. But Hope has not yet died, and there may still be a chance, or is it just an illusion?The screams of the innocent, the pleas of the righteous resound to the cruel laughter of Dark Gods. Suffering and damnation await should the Emperor fail and the war be lost.The age of knowledge and enlightenment has ended.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6007394Changing vote, this anons vote and reasoning sounds way nicer on why the thread would try and backstab stophole like this, in addition to the additional questions that we might want to know about in order to fulfill our role in this plan better.
>>6007276>No, but i would like for his illness to be healed. Then he could be free.Lets ask a few questions.>Write in>Do you know what is this vial ? I found it inside a mirror while i was with your son.>What exactly is my role in this, beside being a witness ?>I don't request a full great explanation, not now at least, but whats the important part of this summoning and demon ? What is crucial for me to know ?>What is your goal here ? What you hope to gain from killing it or trick it ?>Will Ahriman and Valdor conceal themselves meanwhile ?>How long will this take ? Lord Russ remains above and didn't hear anything from us. It might be prudent to confirm we have come to an agreement and aren't prisoners or dead.>Can this summoning influence the city around us too ? Are your sons and people at risk ?Not questions>Since we are at this point Lord Magnus, we have forces nearby that can help us if needed, they would be able to arrive quickly. I am saying this also for avoid a fight between your legion and them.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6007276>Yesa promise is a promise, I know we’re alpha legion, but I don’t see him deceiving Valdor, ourselves and Magnus at the same time, lmao.>ask about the flask.this is the only question I’m sure we want to ask. I’ll leave the rest up to everyone else.
Will be updating tomorrow, sorry for the delay.
>>6008955No rush, QM - we will wait patiently
BRIEF RECAP: It all began with a small box located in the undercarriage of a boosted car, parked outside a warehouse with mob connections deeper than Gotham Bay, Officer Mark DeLucia; a fresh faced Rookie with the GCPD and a power of his own. Shivers allows Mark to communicate with Gotham City, sometimes he's shown seemingly random visions, or given fleeting scents and sensations typically as a warning. Instead of using this power to operate as a vigilante as many others have done he instead decided to join the Gotham City Police Department and use his ability in the open. Not hiding behind a mask or a secret identity he seeks to do whatever is in his power to make his city just a little bit better for the everyday person. The first few months of the job have been hard, facing a plethora of woman troubles, home invasions, and more than a few attempts on his own life Mark has carved out a solid group within the department alongside his GCPD Mentor Mitch Hawthorne, the long-toothed detective Thomas 'Gray' Bennett, and former Army Captain turned cop: Luke Kimble. Those connections alongside The Question and Huntress vigilantes have been vital in Mark's mission to stop The SIM Killer, Mafioso Hit-Man who seems to possess his own Dark version of Shivers. Starting his investigation off-the-books Mark now finds himself at the tail end of a successful sting to strike at the Mob Families that employ SIM and back in the sights of Firebug, who seeks to kill current Mayor of Gotham: Harvey Dent and anyone who would protect him...======"You're wrong there, Kimble. The driver made the smart choice, he's perfectly fine, better than we found him even. You can't build your house on rotten timbers and expect it to stand forever. This is your last chance, all three of you. Walk away now and let me burn the debris, clear the way for your department to build Gotham back up again the right way."You swallow hard and give a look to Banks, his eyes are fixed on Firebug but his breath is shallow and rapid while his eyes seem distant and unfocused. A delicate touch to his arm makes him jolt as he turns to face you."We aren't listening to this right?"A voice over your shoulder replies."Maybe we should.."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008905>"I'll do it. Give me the cuffs, I'll put em on myself, bomb squad can check him over before we take him in."If for no other reason than to make Mark look really cool in front of Allison.That and I CANNOT stomach the idea of this goober getting away again.
>>6008905>"I'll do it. Give me the cuffs, I'll put em on myself, bomb squad can check him over before we take him in."Man SWAT kinda suck here
>>6008994TBF swat in gotham will get called on everything from Joker to Bane. I cant fault them for trying to keep their guys alive when their turnover must be pretty high compared to other cities.
>>6008905>"I'll do it. Give me the cuffs, I'll put em on myself, bomb squad can check him over before we take him in."
>>6008905>>"Is this why Hawthorne left SWAT? Too cowardly to approach a man with a broken leg and no weapon?"
They had arrived only a few hours earlier, with news that were barely a few days old, yet there was a hubbub in the palace, rumors were already abound. Many Fire Sages were, after all, nobles from the many aristocratic families of the Fire Nation, and they spread the news before it was officially relayed to the Fire Lord.And it was their task to give him the news. Not an enviable one, as the news were dire for the Fire Nation. When they entered the Fire Lord’s palace room, they were met with silence, save for the roaring flames of Ozai’s throne.He sat there, not facing them. They knew his fury, it was quiet now, but it could swallow them like a dragon at any time.“My lord.” The eldest spoke, all three knelt.“You bring me news.” Ozai said. “And hearing the filthy cowardice emanating from your voices, they are not good.”“The statues of the Avatar Temple shone with great light two days ago.” The eldest heard his voice crack from fear. “That… that means…”The flames of his throne blazed. Fury. Pure, unbridled fury. On that day, the eldest missed the times of Azulon the most. Ozai rose.“The Avatar has returned.” He said as he turned around, a stare as cold as ice looked over his kneeling servants. “Who knows?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6007169>>Ask her to leave, you’d rather be alone with your thoughts until you have to head out in the morning.
>>6007813>What do you do if your father asked you to put down a dog you liked?I'm respectfully against this, she might think that's literally what happened if we ask her that.
>>6007904>Ozai already has two petsI mean, that's kinda accurate for how he thinks of them, but you aren't supposed to refer to your children that way.
Had a nasty headache and a fever yesterday. Seems like karma for giving Azula headaches.I'll update today. We will ask questions.
Welcome to Cultural Civ, a civ game where your civilization's culture shifts with time !players control a civilization through the years and decide its explorations, cultural and technological advancements, and diplomacy.how to play:1) choose a civ to play for. change your name to reflect your choice (ex: Chin Scratcher).2)each turn, your civ has 2 actions. You can choose between cultural, technological, or a (freeform) special action, but you cannot do the same action twice in the same turn. 3)discuss with your compatriots which actions you will take. Once you're done, reply to my recap anchor post with the recap of your actions.Five civilizations are recent arrivals on this island, each for their own reasons. Their future on this place is still ahead of them. Where will you lead them?I will now list the civs. Feel free to join any of them at any time!
>>6008391I agree with this we'll take a closer look at those doors after we get some nice cannons
>>6008417We should also probs look into developing defenses or weapons or some such. Unless we plan to slapbox them crabs
>>6008337I think we'll continue working on the fields for our first action and explore the city for our second one, ye ye ye
>>6008629Ye ye ye
>>6008337Well If no one says otherwise ill vote>Tech Action: Develop diving gear>Freeform Action: Explore marble ruins
You're Mazela a proud transgender witch. Sadly you're forced to work as an unlicensed hedge witch because the principal of wogharts and notorious transphobe Jeker Owlings denied your application making the hurtful claim only ciswomen can be witches. You'll prove her wrong by being the best witch ever! Your current goal is to>acquire more psychic powers>help as many people as you can>defeat a terrible monster>get a boyfriend>get rich>other
>>6007807>immediately commit suicide by Bombarda Maxima for ultimate dismemberment
>>6007807>Commit suicide due to depression
>>6007807>decide you don't need Owling's approval! Trans witches are witches!
>>6008499You decide you don't need Owling's approval! Trans witches are witches! The children you saved from the Gondola's evil don't care that you're transgender. They validate your existence as a witch. "You're welcome" you hug the little boy. The approval of innocent children is what matters not the approval of bigots whose hearts have been corrupted by hate and darkness. You're Hedge Witch Mazela your adventures are just beginning!>to be continued
Do you really need validation this badly? Absolutely pathetic
You are a mothman. You have a gun. As an Agent of the Company, you know exactly what must be done and are willing to do whatever it takes to complete the Mission. The City is calling. Glory and Terror await.Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5776609/===================================In the City, in a split second, time changes. The anger inside goes away and you are finally able to see clearly now. Everything slows down. You trace the slight shift of the RED Leader's revolver from you to the dying Captain in the murk of the tunnel. Second hands relinquish their wicked weapons now unwanted, scrabble for the BIG IRON at your hip, and instantaneously take aim.BLAM!The telltale power of the BREAKER BULLET violently twists your steady aim apart but oh it is glorious to behold. The entire storm drain is illuminated by the tremendous muzzle flash like the midnight sun and a bright white light devours everything. You see nothing, feel only the recoil.You hate that.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008628>PREPARE AN AMBUSH.>SEARCH THE PILE.
>>6008628>REMAIN HIDDEN. They aren't here for you, but they will find you and kill you anyways. Tribal or terror, it's good to remain unnoticed. (INSTINCT Check: Medium.)>SEARCH THE PILE. Focus on recovering the Sanitech corpses. (INSTINCT Check: Medium. Beating the DC with a higher margin of success means a swifter search and more bodies recovered.)Time is on our side. The dead Sanitech aren't going anywhere. We simply need to work patiently and hide, and continue once all the enemies have come and gone. We are in control
>>6008628>PREPARE AN AMBUSH.>SEARCH THE PILE. Focus on recovering the Sanitech corpses. (INSTINCT Check: Medium. Beating the DC with a higher margin of success means a swifter search and more bodies recovered.)
>>6008634>+1
>>6008628>>EXTRACT CORPSES. Two bodies can be sent to the warp zone at a time.>REMAIN HIDDEN. They aren't here for you, but they will find you and kill you anyways. Tribal or terror, it's good to remain unnoticed. (INSTINCT Check: Medium.)
they said I would have to Pastebin the lewd stuff but /ss/ is based and let the die be cast motherfuckers. Or we can skip it. If the majority of you want this safe for work that's cool. But will kind of miss the point of the harem stuff. This is like Ultra Sun and Moon in that it takes place in an alternate telling of the games...where in the timeline? Find out yourself!>You are a 13 year old wannabe Pokemon Trainer. You've basically been ripping off shit you've seen online and on tv and you've been training Pokemon you've chanced by throughout your life till this point. Very close to your Pokemon bros. Not so much with your peers. But nonetheless. You haven't been able to go on a Pokemon journey as home and school obligations sadly prevented it thus far. Which is more common then you think. Pick your trainer type. This will determine, along with your region, what your starting team is. You can pick Pokemon common to your region but no psuedo, rare, legendary or starter Pokemon that doesn't fall into the 3 type specific Pokemon. If your Pokemon will gain the typing later in evolution you may choose it as a pick. For example you can pick Torchic as a Pokemon for Martial Autist's Fighting type slot. You can also pick two pokemon of the same type if they match the separate type slot. Aron for Steel and Geodude for Rock for Martial Autist. You can also pick from any region and can choose pseudos or rares if necessary for your type slot. No two same Pokemon. THIS INCLUDES EEVEE. ONE EEVEE LIMIT! NO LEGENDARIES AT ALL! Common mons are shit like Buneary, Growlithe, Zubat, Bidoof and the like that are found in common areas and not super rare. Rare Pokemon are shit like Feebas, Togepi, and Dhelmise as well as Starters. And Psuedos are basically dragon types...At this point they are anyway...This uses anime logic so all Pokemon are kino picks anyway. You can pick up to a first stage in evolutions. For example Ivysaur or Golbat or shit like Scizor or Gyarados...but what region ARE you from? >First reponse will pick but in the future the post with the closest end digit to mine per post will pick when I get back. For now it's a hesitation is defeat situation since I don't know if this will even GET anon attention.>And no you can't be an Alolan native moved out from there.
>>6008849Mate roll a d100Just go to the options field and type in: roll 1d100
>>6008811>Amon has gained 1 Spaghetti Level. We are now at Spaghetti Level 3."Oh don't worry about that. Go Simisear!" Simisear is sent out. "Nasty Plot!" Simisear glows black as it smirks meanly...uh oh. "Flame Burst!" Simisear sends out a fireball! "Uh...Stun Spore!" Simisear gets stunned. But the blast explodes sending smaller fireballs out. Foongus faints and Simisear has static shocks all over it. "Foongus is unable to battle! The winner is Simisear!" You grit your teeth. "Go Croagunk!" Croagunk comes out. The expression on his face conveys pic related.>Fight Offensively>Fight Defensively>Write inAbility: Poison TouchPoison StingLow KickAstonishMud Slap
>>6008922>Fight Defensively>Mud slap.
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>6008922Support >>6008932Accuracy lowering and stalling will make our win possible
>>6008922>>Fight Defensively>>Mud slap.Seems the best way to survive.
Hi, can anyone help me solve a Russian riddle, here it is:"What is in the hands of time, but has no beginning and no end?Mighty and weak, but timeless in its wisdom.The answer is hidden in infinity,O fervent heart, bolder, find its holy place."The answer could be encrypted and written in any of the languages, or it could be some kind of cipher in which the answer is numbers on the order of 1-2-3-4, etc.But this is all just speculation, I need your help forchans.
You are Anonithan Questian known across the land for his lack luster artisanal and writing skills.Recently by pure chance you happened to come across a riddle that despite your best efforts the answer of which still alludes you due to your lack of comprehension of the strange moon runes for which the riddle is told in.Left with no other options you took it upon yourself to ask the local wizard for guidance to solve this dilemma.
>>6008004After about thirty two minutes stuck in traffic you make it to the wizard tower and being too autistic to just knock you decide to go ahead and barge into what is effectively his home and or workplace."Hey wiznerd! How do I- uhhhhhhhhh"As you begin to comprehend your surroundings you quickly realize something isn't right, you notice what seems to be the body of some guy on the ground covered in vomit with a OP sticker on his head while a floating wizard head stares down in a disbelief."Uhm am I interrupting something?"The wizard snaps out of his stupor and looks at you"Dude can't you see now isn't the time? Someone just DIED in my wizard tower!""Yeah I uh... I see that but I was uh... hoping you could use your magic to help me... solve a riddle?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008005>Check out that strange bookNobody tells us what to do!
Will give it the rest of the day before posting tomorrow morning don't worry anon(s) this riddle shall be solved! (probably)
>Check out the book while calling nine eleven
[MARS 21st, 1490, SUNDAY, MORNING//ELMYCION CASTLE CITY//THE EVE OF THE TOURNAMENT]Elmycion, an already bustling province in the northeast of the Wymund regime. Set upon the path of pilgrims early on a long journey to holy lands in the east, near enough to the borderlands for its major city to serve as the hub of trade, and rich with history for the myriad lords of Wymund or other kingdoms that have besieged, ruled over, and died for the region.Here, in and around the city that acts as the castle’s outer shell, a grand tournament is to be held. Organized by the kingdom of Wymund to celebrate the separatist knights who overcame the old empire and founded the illustrious kingdom, overseen by House Hayner, the current heritors of Elmycion’s beauty, it is a tournament of a different breed. The spectacle is not to settle feuds between lords, or merely provide entertainment for commonfolk. It is said to be more of a reenactment. Mock battles, fought by royal and noble orders of Wymund and those invited from lands beyond. In the grand battle that took place here, knights of warring factions came to respect their equalized strength and resolve, and joined forces against corrupt kings and their levied armies. Historians speak wistfully of how a new social class was born, then and there. While commonfolk beam at the hyperbolic rumors of a dragon slain during the battle long ago…Those knights realized they had a connection that could not be realized by language or race. Steel was their language. Honor was their blood. Could such an unspoken bond truly exist within the hearts of warriors…?
>>6006826“The Librarium. An order of scholars.” He points a lady out of the crowd, speaking with what look to be some young nobles, students, perhaps. “Lady Frye’s noble order. In a way, they’re here to secure funding for a ransom of sorts too. Months ago, they failed to secure funds to purchase a set of crusade-era journals from one of the olden holy orders. The Wings of the Gale Church want an exorbitant amount for the right to print new copies.”You nod. A bunch of academy stiffs in platemail, fancying themselves knights. “An interesting cause, but they could do with a little bending of the rules from time to time…”Alphonse doesn’t comment. “Their first round opponents are the foreign order invite of this Clash. The Valkyries of Celand.”Celand, a province of the Yoril Isles southwest of Wymund. Once barbaric tribes who learned a thing or two serving Wymund’s lords in those infernal civil wars. When they returned home, they got to building keeps and fancying themselves kings.“An order of exclusively female combatants… I don’t see any of them here. No clue why. I hope they aren’t late for the joust…” Alphonse takes a sip of his tea and readies to continue.<—>CONTINUED<—>
>>6006838“The Hunt’s first round opponents are the Dragoons of The Flame. There’s not much particularly notable about them, they’re… Eccentric.” He points to a cadre of knights in armor adorned with the motifs of dragon wings and heads. The tops and sides of their helmets, the pommels of their sideswords. Not even Group B would commit this hard to a motif. “They’re the noble order of House Orville. But every so often, Lord Walter catches wind of a sighted dragon, and his knights will march a tear across Wymund. They always bid to compete in the Clash, of course, they believe a dragon really was slain centuries ago within this city, before the founding of Wymund. They don’t have any major rivalries, except perhaps an implied rivalry with the Librarium, over the proliferation of false information. It’s not so serious, many Dragonets are scholars too, more dreamy-eyed perhaps…”“You believe in dragons, kid?” You prod. He looks away with some small embarrassment. “Believe? No. Wish to believe? Certainly. Let’s move on… One rivalry that will definitely come to light in a later round is the rivalry between the Riders of Red and Gallants of Green. Lady Addison’s Riders, Lord Andre’s Gallants. Siblings, twins at that, and due to lost knowledge of their exact times of birth, they both received the honor of founding a noble order unimpeded. Most people see it as a childish struggle between the two, one that will probably never until one of them is named the true heir to House Erican. Who else…” Alphonse taps his foot.“I think that’s more than enough. I get what you’re saying, kid.” You interrupt. “Everyone here’s got their “story” to accompany them. We should own ours. That’s a good idea.”“Thank you, Sir. Yes, you have a real stake in this fight. I think that can be a blessing and a curse… Make sure it’s the former more than the latter.”“I’ll keep it in mind…” You say, finally looking over your shoulder…<—>CONTINUED<—>Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6006868>Say nothing. Continue “the engagement.” Who’s the more charismatic knight? Who’s winning in “the narrative?” [3d100 50DC: Base 40DC + 5 (Made a good impression on liaison) + 5 (Scrutinized Alphonse’s eyeline)]
>>6006972(Locking vote for attempting to win “the engagement.” Writing. As a reminder, I’m going to end up rolling the dice for that check, to save us time.)
>>6007025>>6006972(Update, unexpectedly busy day at work. The new post will arrive in a few more hours. Apologies for the wait.)
Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_You are the second primarch, Lieren of Nothing, Grand Architect of Long-jia and head of its ministry of development, great hunter of the wild and keeper of a forgotten method of bow stringing as well as a fragment of a greater plan yet, austere and much respected philosopher and creator of The Journey whose lessons and teachings have become widespread, Slayer of spirits and tyrants foul, Brother of great men by blood and oath, and soon to be groom of the ancient soul Kanzeon. And presently, four brothers you had not been aware existed, belonging to a brotherhood known as the legio custodes, are scrutinizing you and putting you in their eyes, measuring your worth. For various reasons, each of the four has deep suspicions about you and have approached you rather rudely on this the day of your wedding and with just the first words exchanged between them and you, they have given you a test. A challenge of character and personality, knowing you abhor chaos, they mentioned the quality of your eyes one of those discordant powers granted you as well as the cursed brand atop your brow that even now thins the boundaries between this world and the wild realm of spirits and dreams. An attempt to rouse and fan the flames of your anger by injuring the pride of a humble man, though the venom in their voice is not an act and you would not need to golden sheen of your eyes to be aware of that."Fickle?" You ask, allowing a twinge of amusement to color your tone though not so much as to make your words sound impolite or offended, maintaining a veneer of property and courtesy despite the hostility electrifying the air between you and your gold clad elder brothers "No, efficient. Maybe a touch mischievous at times, but never fickle. I always have a goal in mind to pursue""And what is the current goal driving your forward, secondborn?" A different custodes, who accent differs but sounds familiar to your ears, he must have originated from an area close to Sheowl on Terra."And efficiency can be blinding, shortcuts and clearer paths can lead easily to disaster" another, with the intonation and airs of a highborn scion "Or doom""That depends, are we speaking long or short term. Of course I am prepared to rejoin our father's stellar reunification campaign, but there is much I must to do and am currently capable of doing here upon mist hidden Shangrala and just outside of its atmosphere, though I don't believe interplanar colonization projects count as short term" You continue warmly, openly sharing your plans before a traitorous smirk tugs at the corner of your lips despite your effort to maintain a relaxed and disarming expression "Though, then, long term could be considered finding a way to reduce the discordant powers and oust them entirely from the worlds of mankind, but that is...a distant thing, and one formed entirely of hope, I will admit"Cont
>>6009050"Yes" The sheowl man says stiffly "But, we have heard the reports sent back from Terra...concerning the battle against that techno barbarian warlord""Nitya Sinha" You correct "The Butcher King. The devil who cutdown my friends will be named""And we have three more primarchs to scrutinize" He continues, bluntly revealing their intent to challenge Magnus, Perturabo, and Angron today as well "You, Lieren, were simply the one of most concern, with your numerous encounters with the chaotic powers and strange ways""He would not have been, had you listened to your master's own confidence of his incorruptibility, on that front" Malcador huffs, standing tall amongst five giantsWhat do you do now, that you've soothed these four custodes suspicions of you, Lieren?>Invite them to the festivities, even if you know not how you're related, they are still your elder brothers and it'd be unthinkably rude to not do so>Spar with one of them.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6009052>Invite them to the festivities, even if you know not how you're related, they are still your elder brothers and it'd be unthinkably rude to not do so>Spar with one of them.>Write inCaution them in speaking with pert to mind their style of words. Of our brothers he is the one most likely and easily to take offence with careless words due to his thought patterns.We dont need to fight all of them. Just a simple match between us and one of their number will allow them to get our measure.
>>6009052>Invite them to the festivities, even if you know not how you're related, they are still your elder brothers and it'd be unthinkably rude to not do sothere will be time for fighting an other day this is a day of merriment. >>Ask why they are so suspicious of primarchs, and their names except for Mathias.also give them a heads up about the temper of Perturabo, warn them that he might not take to kindly to what he might see as "court intrigue" and that they might poison him against themselves and our sire, maybe irreparably.
>>6009052>Invite them to the festivities, even if you know not how you're related, they are still your elder brothers and it'd be unthinkably rude to not do so>Spar with one of them.CHEN-DAO DUELHEN|DAODUEComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6009081Suport
The world as you know it is gone, who knows why, but at least you had enough foresight to build this nifty bunker in your backyard. For being such a genius survivalist you didn’t bring much, maybe you’re looking at things the wrong way. What things (and or people) did you manage to bring down here with you?
>>6005496>Yes>>6005513>Head into the wrecked shed to get your gear >Take the solar panels down and head back inside
>>6006799Dont forget APHEFSDS rounds
>>6007274You stumped me on that one, I'm sure I can find some for my .30-30 though.
>>6005517Loving this art style. Delicious.
>>6005513>Head into the wrecked shed to get your gear>Take the solar panels down and head back inside
Death.It is regarded as the ultimate arbitrator of the end. The finality in which what perishes, must begone and move from the bones of the Earth. All energy is lulled into cessation. All lively pangs meet their final beat. All throes of darkness take ahold.You, however.. for reasons of either sorrow, regret, arrogance, spite or pure happenstance.. find yourself bereft of a deathly finality. From death itself, you will be "rebirthed" into a new existence beyond anything you could have possibly imagined in your living hours.—————————————In the early half of the 20th century, the entire world has been engulfed in the web-tangles of European spheres of influence or outright control. Under the screen of feigned cordiality for the sake of appearances, every major power in Europe is in fear of any pronounced movement from their rivals. Alliances form, and from them emerge two blocs poised for war: one being the Allied Powers composed of the British Empire, France, and Imperial Russia; the other deemed as the Central Powers, comprised of the German Empire, Austria-Hungarian Empire, and the ever-ailing Ottoman Empire. All this came to a head, when in the 28th of June 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir-presumptive to the Austro-Hungarian throne, was assassinated by the politically radicalized Serbian Gavrilo Princip. Immediately afterward sprung out the July crisis. By the end of that event, almost all of the major European powers were at war with one another. The War to End all Wars had begun. —————————————Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6005418>You had a fairly average well-privileged life as an Austrian noble. You often visited an entreated with the royal family. Along with that, you were tutored fairly decently by the various itinerant scholars and diplomats of the royal court.
>>6005418>>You had a fairly average well-privileged life as an Austrian noble. You often visited an entreated with the royal family. Along with that, you were tutored fairly decently by the various itinerant scholars and diplomats of the royal court.
>>6005418>Your father is fired from the Austrian council due to rampant incompetence but manages to wiggle himself into the military echelons of the Empire as a newly minted officer. Much of your childhood is moving base-to-base with no set stability at all.
>>6005405Kill. yourself.
06 – 28 – 1999 | SOUTH SIAM | WEEK 1Your last patient fidgets on the exam table, sun-weathered hands thumbing through a chain of jaap maala prayer beads with practiced dexterity. Her daughter watches you with eyes that are a measure too sharp for her age. Dark pupils scan across your face for traces of ill-intent – an instinct that has barely mellowed over their past few visits. “Red. Skip days….and the blue, take daily?”She runs her finger down the page as she translates for her mother – speaking in a south Asian language you cannot easily identify. “Yes. Remember to finish the entire pack. Macrolide with a modified bacteriophage booster. Reds and blues.”She nods. “…her cough?” she asks.You consider your answer carefully. “It’s a new strain, but she should still improve with time. If your mother isn’t doing better within a week, come back as soon as you can.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I've been smashed (and slammed) with work tonight, but I'll update tomorrow. Thanks for playing everyone, and sorry for the delay!
>>6007523Based, thanks for update QM
>>6006440>BLOOD. Run a full panel of blood tests on the woman and see if you can identify anything unusual.>PREPARE. Your HOSAKA suite is dated, but it can still make essentials that are otherwise lacking here. Small molecules, large molecules, and simple bispecific. Vectors and phages if you invest a measure of time. [MEDS +2] [You have 3]
>>6008469Although I do gotta say I don't see why we couldn't ask some atleast basic "where were you in the last x days" questions in the meantime.
>>6008483You can I will add this to the update.I had to stay in lab super late today but I promise that there will be an update tomorrow.
It is dark, this other place. It is neither material or immaterial. Not the rigid world of reality full of rules, fact, and truth. Nor the maddening contradictions of the empyrean, of swirling lies and emotion. He moves through the dark, lacking true purpose, merely observing its lack of form. It is an age before the darkness slowly shifts, before a golden light begins to grow. Imperceptible at first it expands exponentially, growing to banish all but the faintest hints of darkness. A golden triumph… it lasts but a moment. The dark begins to worm its way through the rays from the fringes, planting black seeds throughout the golden kingdom. With a sudden flash it explodes to the surface, and the world is split in twain, dark lashing at light. The war, for what else could such a confrontation be called, continues for a time, gold slowly withdrawing in face of the dark’s constant onslaught. There are victories of course both major and minor. But they are temporary in the face of overwhelming darkness, and the light is forced back. The fronts of both begin concentrating, building to a crescendo where rays of light and dark tendrils reach truly cataclysmic size at the point where the light first grew. Before the final battle can begin he is drawn away, as so often happens, by a meek voice just beyond his senses. He sees the soft gloom of his chamber, lumens dimmed so that his eyes may rest without strain. The room is spartan in furnishing and construction, a common trait to his kind. He is laying on his bed, wearing a simple set of robes dyed in the color of his Legion.The cause of his disturbance lies at the opposite end of the room, a metal vox grille over the exit of his abode. Only a slight hiss indicates its active nature, imperceptible to any mortal yet all too clear to an astartes. Seconds later he hears what would be the second repetition of a serf at the other end of the apparatus.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6006331Supporting this selection.
>>6006323>Kasilos Xaas>Mark VI Corvus Pattern Power Armor. What some consider to be a distasteful name aside, Mark VI plate is used by the Terror Battalions, light infantry of an insidious nature. It is comparatively fragile, but it allows for exceptional speed.>The Raptor Imperialis. He was born on Terra, and served alongside the Emperor himself in the final years of Unification. He remembers the Eighth before Curze.In Astartes combat speed and dodging can accomplish more than tanking hits.
>>6006323Name:>>6006329 Hieronymous Flex>>6006331>>6006338>>6006343>>6006361>>6006631>>6006558Kasilos XaasComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6006946Same, I genuinely would have thought and hoped it was the Tartorous pattern armour, but alas it was not meant to be.
>>6006323names are good. This is a giant galaxy
Daemon Blackfyre lies dead upon Redgrass field, together with two of his sons. With them, dies the first Blackfyre Rebellion. These are the days when peace once more returns to the seven kingdoms, the days when the brave and true fell in battle, and left behind the embittered and mournful.King Daeron II 'The Good' Targaryen owes his victory over his half-brother to his two sons and another half-brother, together with two Valeman, one a knight of the kingsguard and the other the Lord of the Eyrie. The seven kingdoms are as united as they'll ever be; Targaryen rule has been secured once more, and peace reigns throughout the land.But not all is well; rebellious lords have had their lands stripped and hostages taken in an effort to maintain order and compliance.Across the narrow sea, Aegor Bittersteel lurks with a growing army of exiles, including the remaining members of House Blackfyre. But for now, an uneasy, bitter peace hangs over the realm.You are in mourning as well, for your lord father has fallen as well. Whether it was at Redgrass Field or some other battle, the histories would not remember. But it does leave you the lord of a minor house.But where?>In the WesterlandsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008267>And where do you suppose I should look for a bride?Big Tiddy Medieval Gf getsI'm okay with a smaller downry for a more pleasant/strategist oriented girl.
>>6008267>And where do you suppose I should look for a bride?we need a lass with big tits! like becky! also needs to know her numbers i guess
>>6008267>And where do you suppose I should look for a bride?Tell me you got genius architect pussy on speedraven
>>6008267And where do you suppose I should look for a bride?Oh Ormory you lewd man; “marry a girl with a large dowery”. Large tracts of land is a good option as well :)Other than toll collecting, what are our incomes/holdings? How many castles /towers do we have which we’re maintaining?How story vs crunchy will the quest be?
>>6008267>And where do you suppose I should look for a bride?The bloodline must be secured!
