Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>5962533>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventureQuestionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/6s4Xazmv>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008836Yes, that is what tends to happen when you have a recurring pattern of killing quests that people are invested in in the most obnoxious manner possible. People get assmad.
Horsequest is back!!>>6008580>>6008580>>6008580
>>6008842And if you don't feel quite like reading, that's cool! Watch this little thang I made instead :)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QccFDg2O068
>>6008839Fair enough, I never really got into his quests. I preferred the Saiyan Conqueror Quest by GrandDragonQM
>>6007906Here's the PDF, as promised! It's still a first iteration, and I definitely didn't intend on having it be a whole 13 pages, but hopefully this provides a good reference for running similar quests.
Wife is a emotionless sperg with somehow a taste for romance CYOA, so I wanted to get her one for her birthday but I'm over my headThere's too much barely started proof of concept out there, and this is way more niche than I thought She said she's played most freeware on itchio, but I want to get her something so I need your help guys Her favorite one is superstition, pic related
>>6002289This would be a good question for the /qtg/ thread.Also out the CYOAs thread on /vrpg/, they’re in the know about computer CYOAs and IF games both old, new, and in development.
>>6002293Thanks anon, that helps
To recap, you died, and was then reincarnated as a tree in a fantasy world. You cannot do much since you are a tree. Or so you thought.Soon you realized that You were no normal tree. You have skills and can level up, obtaining new abilities.At first common stuff like growing apples and letting them fall, or blooming flowers.But those powers have grown. You are obtaining followers, people that tend to you, give you energy.One moment you decided to grow a second tree in the Beastkin Forest, and after saving a cat girl there, you leveled up and obtained the magical energies of the forest.You then obtained the power of beast controlling fruits. Any animal and apparently, animal adjacent creature that eats it, is under your command, partial or total.>ORDER THE BEASTKIN TO PET THE RABBIT, AND TO FEED THE FRUIT TO OTHER BEASTKINS.You enter the command, and the Beastkin offers no resistance. Maybe because it doesn't go against his nature, or it is not a dangerous command to do, but he pets the rabbit, who doesnt move or run away.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6005820>Command the ants to attack himWe are about to pull a Salvador Dali, and make this man our PAINting.
>>6005820>COMMAND THE ANTS TO ATTACK
>>6005848>>6005900>>6005912>COMMAND THE ANTS TO ATTACKNo one attack your followers. If they do, who is going to tend to you and give you sacrifices in blood and compost?So you command the ant hive to rise up and attack the fat bastard noble. The little black things get out of the ground, and like a well trained army in single lines, they go towards the man.The woman soon start giggling and laughing as the ants get on top of her, the noble thinking he finally got her. "See? Now you are having fun! It is much easier that, hahaha, what are you, hohoho, what is happening? Agh!"And he finally looks at himself and how the ants are getting on top of him, crawling over him, and biting him.He jumps around, getting rid of his clothes, and trying to get the ants off him.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008107>Make a flower fall on herYou called out for help, and your prayers were answered. Calm you down.
>>6008107>PUT YOUR OWN IDEACommand ants to remove corpse, drop flower to girl
“A Knight is Sworn to Valour. His Heart Knows Only Virtue. His Blade Defends the Helpless. His Might Upholds the Weak. His Word Speaks Only Truth. His Wrath Undoes the Wicked.”Every child in Cantôn knows of the Knight’s Code. From peasant-born waifs playing with sticks in the mud to keen-eyed noble sons practicing with cold steel in the training yard, all have at the very least dreamed of one day becoming a knight themselves. To ride out on errantry into the Five Duchies Kingdom and beyond for God and Glory, bringing the Law of Adam to the wicked and the Blade of Cain to the beast.The Knights of Cantôn are sworn to follow the Code, to obey the King, to refuse no call for aid honestly asked for, to seek out and destroy the Foe wherever it may lurk and rid the world of evil.Were it so easy…------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sworn%20to%20ValourOur Knight, Deeds and Equipment Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/NcsL5WttFaith, Politics & Intrigue Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/Zkumkcg1Foes, Foreigners & Monsters Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/nXwzHGGaComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Im gonmna preface this post to all recipients that im deep in my cups ie drunkk>>6008919the only like odd traits was enemy of man i think that was the name from vancewell the brother it was like +20 dc or some shit del falco from the bravvo in langland and maybe some of the shit from anarchy otherwise most of it was standard fare shit that even emmy getsthis is more for Qm but forgotten If you're looking at buckler + spear and think fuck sake for 12 sequins thats way too good well i had an idea okay so what if you gave a buff to regular sheilds say a formation bonus eg +5 dc(you could double it for cathagi hoplites so they don't need to rely on blade master to even the playing field) when in battle as large as skirmish on decent terrian eg not forests/ship deck (why the l*ngish could love them)/urban/ DUELS combat ect this way bucklers still have a place in these feilds but the weird spear buckler build won't seem like the best way to equip mooks i just wanted to say what has been on my mind for last couple days i could write out an essay on what the implications of this could be negative and positive, but understand if you "say nah thats way to much bullshit for me to remember when im stating out a fight " "or your idea is bad"
>>6008935ah shit the reason i said formation bonus is you can 't really form sheild wall as with bucklers but you can with rest of the shield options forgot that part fug
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>>6008928He cant keep getting away with thisCAPTCHA: OPTGAY
>>6008928>Can't keep his drinkKarlus would be ashamed I say ASHAMED!
The dim, fluorescent lights flicker above as you walk through the narrow corridor, the echo of your shackled feet bouncing off the cold, concrete walls. You're a man who's made mistakes—sure, who hasn't? But as the heavy metal door clanks shut behind you, sealing off the muted daylight, you can't help but wonder if those mistakes truly warrant this harsh dehumanizing reality. "Step right up, fresh meat!" a voice calls out, dripping with mocking cheer. It's a rough welcome, and it comes from a burly inmate with a scar trailing down his cheek. He's leaning against the bars of his cell, a smirk playing on his lips. You keep walking, trying not to meet the gaze of the other inmates, each of whom watches you with a mix of curiosity and appraisal. The guard behind you, a tall woman with a stern face, gives you a push. "Move along," she says, her voice firm and unkind. As you reach your cell, the door swings open with an ominous creak. The space inside is small, the air stale. A thin mattress lies on a metal frame, and a small window high up lets in just a sliver of light. You step inside, and the door slams shut with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine. "Hey, neighbor," comes a voice from the cell next to yours. You look over to see a young man with a friendly face, his hair a tangled mess. "Don’t let the bastards get you down. Name’s Danny." You nod, unsure of how to respond. Your throat feels tight, your stomach in knots. Danny seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles softly. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in. But you'll find your rhythm here. We all do." That night, as you lie on the hard mattress, the sounds of the prison wrap around you—the distant clanging of doors, the soft murmur of voices, the restless shifting of bodies. You close your eyes and think back to the world outside, to the life you once had. The mistakes that led you here begin to replay in your mind, each one a sharp stab of regret. But amidst the noise and the harsh reality of your new environment, you make a silent vow. You're not just going to survive here; you're going to find a way to live, really live, even behind these bars.>>Keep a Low Profile: Stay out of trouble by avoiding conflicts and not drawing attention to yourself. This might mean keeping your head down and observing the prison dynamics before making any moves.>>Build Respect: Earn the respect of fellow inmates by standing firm when challenged, yet respecting the unwritten rules of the prison.>>Plan an Escape: Although risky, if escape is on your mind, it involves observing guard patterns, securing tools, and possibly forming a pact with other inmates for a coordinated effort.>>Seek Rehabilitation: Engage in educational programs, work assignments, or therapy sessions available in the prison.>>Develop a Routine: Establish a daily routine that includes physical exercise, reading, writing, or other activities that maintain mental and physical health.
>>6000508>>Try to talk your way outThe moment he touches us though…
>>6000143Absolutely adore your use of imagery in the short story you provided. I could see the smirk and the guy with the scar down his face glaring at you & the natural sounds of prison. The end is pretty cool too. " [ .. ] really live, even behind these bars." Do they allow inmates to use computers at a prison?"A body with a heart is home." - ???This is nowhere comparable but I was in County Jail for 3 days and 3 nights a long long time ago for the most ridiculous reason. The caretaker called the cops on me for battery when I didn't even leave a bruise on her. I barely even touched her. I slept in a jail cell nude with a plastic blanket—one of the worst experiences in my life! Well worth it though.
>>6000508>Try to talk your way outNigga, we just playin, I'm from the hood man, don't get loco on me man, we good thug we good, we wearin the same colors young blood
>>6000508>Talk your way out:Ask him if he's going to finish the food on his tray. This makes him look unreasonable, thus reducing his tradability with other inmates, and commissary is where they flow of social power is at.
>>6000508>Try to talk your way outWe don't want to fight someone and add time to our sentence. I'll support this >>6000639 line of reasoning.
Your beloved leader is dying. You have been in his guard for the better part of your life, always protecting him from harm, defending his image and fully upholding the views of his moral compass. The necromancy team that was assembled, in order to give your leader immortality, finally finds the right incantations but it is too late. He, who was supposed to be the One, is finally gone, silent tears roll down your cheeks.You proclaim your undying loyalty to him and promise to finish his reshaping of the world, entering the binding circles of the necromancers. You will live for eternity and your only companion will be the cherished memories that you had with>Gilgamesh>Caligula>Timur>Tokugawa Ieyasu>Pol Pot>Adolf>John F. Keneddy
>Continue with the invasion as planned
>>6008454>Continue with the invasion as planned.You address Koro, Hamza, and Miran- the three generals that followed Timur and yourself north. Timur brought the strength of his armies, leaving enough for the border generals and sultans to rattle their sabers at the Ottomans, Mamluks, or the Delhi pukes."What is the current status of your regiments? You go first Koro."The squat man snaps to a salute, sending the main of horse hair on his helmet swaying. His moustache pokes from the corners of his lips like the plumes of a paint brush."Our 50,000 men and their horses are ready. Our forward scouts reported a possible sighting of a Ming envoy in Tibet, perhaps meeting with the Pagmodru." He quickly nods his head as he finishes and turns to his right, gesturing Hamza.Hamza was tall like a reed, and his voice nasally. Thankfully he commands his me with iron-like discipline."Of course Emir Kartal, the 80,000 infantry are growing antsy. If we are to stay put, I will put them to work fortifying." You acknowledge his work ethic on working his men with a nod.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008825>ArmyLeaders>Kartal (You)>Koro (50,000 cavalry)>Hamza (80,000 infantry)>Miran (1000 war elephants)>Necromancer Muhammed (4/5 assistants)Considering your options, there are a few ideas you have. Before his death Timur had called an alliance with the other various Mongol tribes, so ideally Eastern Chagatai Khanate will not stab you in the back and was supposed to allow you through to attack China... however that deal was with Timur. Alternatively, you could contend with the Phagmodrupa dynasty in Tibet, and possibly seize that envoy for information. Sadly, the Himalayans are brutal under the kindest conditions, and the elephants will be slow crossing.>What will you do?For these responses, type up a little bit on what and how you intend to enact your plan. (How many men, what to say, etc. A lot of things are on the table fellas)>Meet with the Chagatai Khanate, perhaps they will honor their deal, or be willing to renegotiate.>Attempt to seize the envoy in Tibet.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008826>>Attempt to seize the envoy in Tibet.
I’ll be able to type up a detailed reply later but my first thought is that we should try to keep the bargain with the Eastern Khanate, although how we’d do in diplomacy given our new form is unclear at best…
A little girl with a gun.The thought alone jolts you out of your lingering hangover."What business does a little girl have, wandering the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo under the cloak of night?" That question haunted you last night, and now, it seems you might stumble upon the answer."You there, Kurosawa?" the chief's voice blares from the phone, pulling you back to the urgent matter at hand."Yes, chief, I'm on my way to the station right now," you reply, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts.As you head out, a rumor you once dismissed flickers through your mind—the one about a sinister government project in a distant country designed to transform young girls into ruthless killers, devoid of emotion and remorse. Could there be a connection? No, it’s better to focus on uncovering the truth rather than weaving conjectures.First thread: >>5964817>Which country ran the secret child assassin project?>Romania>Italy>RussiaComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6007809>>6008023>>6008500You decide to intervene, stepping into the dimly lit alley where the shadowy figure pauses. "Luna, you need to stop," you call out in a steady voice, projecting calm but harboring a storm of anxiety.The child assassin halts, turning slowly to face you. Her semi-automatic is aimed directly at your chest, her hand unwavering—alarmingly professional. "You shouldn't be here, Mister Kurosawa," she states, her voice as cold and detached as the night air."Neither should you," you respond, locking eyes with her."This is what I do for a living, Mister Kurosawa," she replies, her tone devoid of emotion, the starkness of her reality hanging between you like the thick city fog. "Please leave. I don't want to kill you.">What do you say?>It’s not too late to change your path, Luna.>No child should ever be forced into a life of contract killing.>You deserve a chance at a normal life, away from this violence.>Let me help you find a way out of this darkness.>Write in
>>6008909>You deserve a chance at a normal life, away from this violence.
>>6008909>Let me help you find a way out of this darkness.
>>6008909>You deserve a chance at a normal life, away from this violence.>Let me help you find a way out of this darkness.
>>6008930>>6008961>>6008979"You deserve a chance at a normal life, away from this violence," you plead earnestly, hoping to pierce the armor she's built around herself. "Let me help you find a way out of this darkness.""You don't know anything about me, Mister Kurosawa!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of defiance and desperation. "This is the only life I've known, the only thing I'm good at! I've lost count of how many I've killed."Her confession hangs heavy in the damp alley air, a reminder of the twisted path her life has taken. You step closer, carefully choosing your words, your voice soft but firm, aiming to reach the lost child beneath the trained killer.>What do you say?>Luna, no one is born knowing only how to kill. There's more to you than this. Let's find that together.>A life spent as a contract killer rarely ends well or lasts long. Let me help you find a safer life.>You have the power to choose a different future, one far from violence and darkness.>I couldn't save my daughter, but perhaps I can help save you from this life.>Write in
In an age before recorded history, Man eked out a life bound by blood and tradition across his ancestral homeland of Thulzar.And in this harsh realm where iron and sinew forged the path to glory, flowed the lifeblood of the Whispering River. It winded through desolate hills and past crumbling ruins, a serpentine ribbon in a land that brooked no weakness.
>>6000232Are you genuinely surprised? QM was actuvely trying to get banned or buhleted, for some reason.
>Comes back>Baits a ban>Doesn't elaborateSasuga Cegremo.
Jannies can't take away the spicy images from the archive. We still won.
>>6001133I'm emailing lord licorice to delete those tasteless, pornographic, unsafe images
>>6001262archived.moe isn't run by licorice LOL
Previous thread here:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5954514/All threads:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=sci-fi%2C+VoidQMIn the last thread we convinced Tim to not report our extrajudicial killings, and enthusiastically participated in Pahan-Hys' maturation ceremony. After undergoing uncertified 'medical' procedures, we are now healthy again, if slightly stranger from the experience.
>>6004571Hopefully the curse will spare me from seeing that day.>>6005258Whatever helps us sleep at night>>6004571>>6005258>>6005387>Delay>>6004701>>6005458>Silence
>>6007985“Don't look so down, Commander. I wouldn't call the cells in your skin sample hu-, umh, hominid, but what they are, is extremely resilient. Their regenerative capabilities are near-miraculous, even.” He turns towards his computer, “Nonetheless, procedure is procedure. You know better than I the costs of rampant gene-editing, especially when done to people.” Delicate as Tsu was in glissading over the subject, the spectre of old, hearing the sower's summon, grew heavy over the room, its bough sunken floor-deep, its branches laden with stinging fruits. You could almost reach out and crush one of them in your hand, feel the juice mingle with your blood before it stained through the picture-perfect shirt to wet the scar below. From this mixture distilled, red brilliant, unfading, an ink that never quite dried on the Titanean Covenant Governing the Use of Psycho-, Bio-, and Geno-Technology.No, you shake your head. This time, past ghosts must play Cassandra to the living present. “Write down nothing yet. As you said, no what is certain. You want to ruin an innocent young sister because of a guess? Guess with basis, correct, still, just a guess.” Staring blankly ahead, Tsu sits motionless, saves for a twitching index finger. Eventually, he sighs longingly at the whitewashed roof as the light drives back the rotten tree, “I know you would ask that. Trust me, I'm a sucker for slow-motion trainwrecks myself. Yet, this time, why do I feel like the train is heading straight for me?" The corners of your lips don't quite reach your eyes as the choker murmurs a soft ‘Thank you.’“Before you leave, Commander, just one last question. How is Silas' investigation going? He haven't been in touch with me.” Heart skipping only one beat, you careless toss the answer behind like a crumbled piece of paper, "Oh, can't tell you too much. The murderer still is not caught, remember? But... Request from Goldsmith might be related.”Turning right from the nanolayer room, you head for the recovery room you were placed in earlier after putting down Chernov's little rebellion. As expected, the room has been turned into a temporary holding cell for Pahan-Hysin. A badly bruised orderly snaps to attention to your approach, though his eyes betray doubts as to the wisdom of your decision. “The subject has been sedated, Ma'am. It, uh, he is ready for interrogation.”
>>6007991The room was as stark white as you remember, sans the bed. The faux-window normally playing pastoral scenes on loop has been turned off. In the middle, surprisingly not restrained, Pahan's torso presses against the floor, slowly rising and falling in lock step with his breath. You make sure to close the door and flip the switch on the privacy field first before removing the collar. “Pahan-Hysin, fighting ready? To you, what they did?” Slowly, mournfully, like a cow chewing on his last moo, Pahan croons, “Sleep-potion me poisoned. Also, not protecting you, great shame!” Gently squatting down beside his massive frame, your hand deftly slips in between the exoskeleton's gaps to stroke the silky membrane of his abdomen. From numerous breathing-holes air is periodically sucked in and shot out, creating a sensation not too different from a spiky massage ball.Gradually, your hand moves forward and upward, climbing the slick and thick prothorax. As you reach a particular spot just behind his head, Pahan hums in a low voice, apparently enraptured. “Sivi-totonret, something dimly hears. As softshell hears not. This the you-once-mentioned ‘behind look’?” To memory he must be referring. “Here, more easy show.”Instinctively, just in time, your other hand snuffs out the coalescing moan. “Totonret, warm-feeling not? Humble prostration.” You let go of your mouth, “No, no, to prostrate no need. Warm-feeling me surprises.” Yes, surprised, but also nostalgic. What you felt first waking up to Mother's embrace, the strands of her hanging cradle brushing against your soft skin. Here, far from the Rock, surrounded on all sides by vengeful-hands, you can only share these memories with your brother.No, no, wake up. What are you thinking? You are human, you have always been human. Yet, this feeling, these behind-looks, are they not part of you too? Is She not your Mother? Has She not loved you from the moment you refuse to kowtow like a pathetic outsider?>Stand up. Leave. Immediately. You need fresh air, time to think. But the decision has already been made: never bring this up again.>Forbid Pahan-Hysin from ever touching the back of your neck again. This simply isn't right. Did your mother not give you her breast?>Maybe just one more time. Let Her image crystallise, something you can treasure always. You owe the Queen that much at least.>Write-in (no, I won't write it, my internet history is weird enough as is.)
>>6007994>>Stand up. Leave. Immediately. You need fresh air, time to think. But the decision has already been made: never bring this up again.
>>6007994>Forbid Pahan-Hysin from ever touching the back of your neck again. This simply isn't right. Did your mother not give you her breast?
THE BASICSYour name is Joey Donuts.You are Grel (half elf, half human}You are a student wizard. You haven't picked your major and you're not licenced to use magic in areas owned by the Grand Ternion Unity.You have SIX spellsBlast - Does 6d6+20 energy damage. -MP 20Draw- Drain 10+2d6 mana from a target, providing they have mana -MP 5Wrack - DO 10 damage to yourself to gain 12 MP -freeWIZARD HAAAANDS - Manipulate an object you can see but not reach. As strong as you are - MP 10Douse - Extinguish any fire up to the size of a campfire , includes ignitions from matches and guns - MP 5Hells Heart - Instantly double the damage of any attack (ranged, magical, or physical) by charging it with magic -MP 16 Joey has improved this skill and can cast it on another party member while still performing an action for 20 mana. He can also cast it on himself and one other person while performing another task for a cost of 41 mana.Earths Honesty - Tell if someone is lying about the thing they have just said. MP 6Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008917>"Well, if you ever need a night's rest with less worries, feel free to come crash with Cold Iron Solutions. Can't guarantee you'd be entirely safe - we get into lots of scrapes ourselves - but you'd get my team watching your back."The doctor grimaces slightly less."I dunno. I got a better feeling about you three than I do most people- for some reason. But..like it or not this town needs me for the mean time. Who knows.">>6008920You make a note in your JOURNALJORN summons an incredible looking bed. You could almost curl up into it yourself it looks so bundled and inviting."Good for 10 hours, doc. Rest up.""I'll see what I can do..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008947Good Job Jorn. Let's give the good doctor her rest.Maybe check on Jim?
>>6008947Let's mosey back outside. I have an inkling who'll show up to that vanguard signal the guards sent up, and I want to speak with them about some things.On the way, I'd like to ask Jorn if she can magic away the smell of cigarettes.
>>6008952>Let's mosey back outside.>On the way, I'd like to ask Jorn if she can magic away the smell of cigarettes.Jorn beams"Oh, totally sure. I can get it out of objects or people-and the clothes they're wearing at the time. probably even a room if I have enough time.""Boy am I glad to hear that.Burstock sways towards your party. She has a thin film of sweat over her and has a considerable sex funk."Can I get a..?"Jorn wrinkles her nose and rapidly nods. She places a hand on Burstock's shoulder and summons a tornado of magical bubbles around her. Burstock shimmies in appreciation."Crescent fresh."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008981>"It's what I was doing between the bordello and here. The doctor has the evening off at least."The doctor has had it rough. I imagine she'll appreciate the chance to rest.>A large human thanks you.Shake the mans hand and have proper introductions."No problem, glad to be of a assistance. Have the Vanguards arrived yet?"
In the world of Hainei, something terrible is about to happen. It will come fast, nobody will see it coming. It will make people loud, with fright. Bone will be ripped free of flesh confines, souls will be scratched and scarred. Darkness takes flight.This is what will happen, right from the start, to the finish......~~~This quest is a side story that takes place in the universe of Chaos: The Quest for Redemption. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning to grasp the context of what you are about to witness.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=LevelmanQuestcord: https://discord.gg/BHk6RfhGTwWiki: https://chaosquest.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page
"Y-You think... You think I-I need an au-audience?"The Chosen's knee slammed the dirt and concrete below, as did his fist. If he had any teeth left to grit, he surely would have, but settled for gumming himself to bleed again as always."Ghaaaaaah....!. FUCK THEM! I'M A SURVIVOR. I-I'LL L-LIVE FOREVER! THISH-- THIS IS J-JUHST A F-FA-C-CKING SCRATCH! I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO WITNESS ME, DOGS DON'T F-FUCKING WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO WATCH TH-THEM TEAR A CAT IN HHU-HALF! IT'S SU-SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, HAPPENING E-EVERYWHERE, EVEN W-WHERE YOU DON'T LOOK!!"He said this to nobody in particular."I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYONE'S BULLSHIT VALIDATION! STRENGTH IS MY FAMILY!! MY ONLY FAMILY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!"Before he fell over slowly into the dirt and sparse patches of concrete pavement. His face plummet direct into a puddle that formed from a busted pipe which exploded during the detonation of the Inebriates. His scream turned into a gurgle before he rolled over. And then, the scream interrupted for the minute, with the rush of battle gone now leaving him to remember the pain he felt. It struck him like a blazing vehicle, and he groaned out, before screaming again, clutching the stump where formerly his left arm was attached as it bled out.He gasped for air, ripping off the capirote choking his face and neck."Why...?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6007452>Answers and TRUTH.
>>6007452>Guidance and STRENGTH.Strength is the only thing we want. STRENGTH is the only thing we need!
>>6007452>Retribution and REVENGESince when have wild dogs ever done anything but lash out at those around them?
>>6007452>>Guidance and STRENGTH.
Earth. Fire. Air. Water. Seventy years ago, Avatar Aang and his friends heroically ended the Hundred Year War, and transformed the Fire Nation Colonies into the Federation of United Peoples, a society where people from all over the world live and thrive together in peace and harmony. They named the capital of this fifth nation Union City. Avatar Aang accomplished many remarkable things in his life, but sadly, his time in this world came to an end. And like the cycle of the seasons, the cycle of the Avatar began anew.=====Welcome to Avatar: The New Age! As the opening and name of the quest imply, this will be taking place in a similar timeframe as Legend of Korra, though Aang died a few years later and a lot of the stupid shit from the comics and Korra won’t be making an appearance. I’m not saying this will be a fixfic, but I am saying that the only good part of this franchise is the original series. A couple of Korra episodes and like 2/5ths of the contents of the novels are okay too, I guess. What I’m saying is, don’t expect rugs, dykes, enbies, or to be able to metagame too hard. Now, without further ado:
>>6007072>>[1] Book it! There’s no way you can explain everything without Itiqqa to back you up. Especially after she ran so quickly and with tensions so high. She is so going to owe you after this, even if you still don’t know what she has to give…
>>6007072>[2] Wait wait wait (you’ve been saying that a lot this morning) you can explain! Yeah, definitely, you’ve got an explanation for this that makes perfect sense, and Itiqqa will back you up when they find her, totally. They just have to let you know when they do. (Bluff roll)
>>6007072>[1] Book it! There’s no way you can explain everything without Itiqqa to back you up. Especially after she ran so quickly and with tensions so high. She is so going to owe you after this, even if you still don’t know what she has to give…
The solution to no earthly secret is beyond the grasp of your little elvish head. After living for thousands of years only boredom and the road are your constant companions. Oh, Adelyle too. People always assume that she is your caretaker because of your short height but then they notice the leash around her neck. She is a tall and slender demonette, lead on a leash after loosing her eyesight privileges. She overboiled the potatoes the other day. She is now complaining but it's not your problem.Humans approach you constantly with offers to buy her, as she is the last of her kind. The attention that she always gets irks you a bit. Just slightly. Now you feel guilty and return her sight. A hopeful potential buyer approaches you again and you enter tirade mode. You start a convoluted story, which is an allegory to a verbal representation of saying that you are a collector too. Then you proudly show off your other, non-person, collection. It is the string of seashells that form a necklace around your neck. Each seashell is taken from the shores of a different sea. Great way to fight boredom and existential dread, you have found. My goal is to collect a seashell from every sea! Now this is a reason to keep on living! you say with childish enthusiasm. This is stupid Adelyle murmurs to herself. You are forced to take her eyesight again. She puts on her leash with a sigh. So in short, no, she is not for sale. Keep moving, pal, not my problem. The nonsensical verbal barrage repulses the buyer successfully.Adelyle is very loyal, Stockholm syndrome you assume. One time, after another fit of existential anguish, you let a group of drunk humans to put their what-nots in your whatever and once the demonette learned about your clandestine endeavors, she pursued the men for several days in search of retribution. You went chasing her, concerned about her potential collector value dropping, oh, and her safety, only to find her innocently sleeping under a peach tree, covered in someone else's blood. You took her eyesight privileges for a few weeks, you recollect, she made something that wasn't your problem, your problem, after all. After that whole ordeal you started calling Adelyle Aids, but you do it sparingly now because she tends to cry after hearing her nickname for some reason.[1/2]
>>5998696>>sell the rights to popping Adelyle's maidenhead as blood tax for you popping the drunkhead's head
Rolled 1 (1d2)1 for >>5998703 | 2 for >>5998987>>5998719least obnoxious Not My Problem enjoyer
Rolled 37 (1d100)>>5998696>throw the young noble knight under the bus about the murdertrying talking only first
QM really said "Not my Problem"
>>6004630True to his name
With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork here: https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6008549Yeah, she's played accurately in JLU. At least according to the Odyssey.It isn't a question of skill, but of resistances. As essentially a demigod herself, WW was effortlessly restrained and transfigured by Circe, when the two came face-to-face without either sneaking up on the other.>>6008608HA!
>>6008638Guess being the fantasy of millions of humans doesn't equal the power of the universes biggest simps.
>>6008934I mean, duh. Out of billions of humans theres only a few thousand or million that know your name. That's one itty bitty planet in comparison to the thousands of star systems full of people tuning in to cheer Chaya on. Sidenote: a Spirit Bomb from Chaya would probably be a Spirit NUKE from how many people she could get to share their energy.
>>6008968>Goku, planet, give me your energy!>Chaya, lol guys, lend me a prayer and watch this sick shot, it'll be hilarious
>>6008970>Be the poor bastard who gets eviscerated by Chaya's trillions of subs>Last thing you hear before getting atomized is "We did it chat"
The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.The terrain guides you downwards, into the misty valley at the furthest depths of the Silverwood. Here, the thick canopy squelches the sun's last light, although the shadows are no enemies of yours. The heart of the forest is illuminated by numerous motes of fire, carrying the aromas of cooked meals out into the wilderness. This must be where the followers of Mielikki as well as the Eilistraeans have made camp, assuming that you did not arrive here before Luaue and the others. The journey was not as uneventful as you had hoped, but you are here. What is first on the agenda?>Before anything else, I should seek out Luaue, and share with her the news of recent developments.>It has been quite some time since Willow and I have seen one another. She and I could 'shoot at the breeze,' as the surface dwellers say.>I can chat as much as I'd like come morning. My feet ache, and I am ready to retire for the day.
>>6005026>Did Arara do something awful, perhaps committing an inarhuably evil act against their dark elf tormentors, causing Amaranth to reject her as a paramour?This is close enough. Enjoy your fortune point, anon.
>>6005103Oh shit, Arara, what did you do??
>>6004869>>Luaue has already been informed that the most problematic council members have been dealt with, but I would still provide them with all of the details of my exploits.>>It has been at least a tenday since I have seen either of them. What have they been doing in the meantime? I would hope it involve hitting Lael every so often with various limbs and implements.>>Let us say that, hypothetically, I am theoretically being tracked by some imagined pursuer. Could they possibly provide me with a means of evading such a hunter?
>>6004869>Let us say that, hypothetically, I am theoretically being tracked by some imagined pursuer. Could they possibly provide me with a means of evading such a hunter?>It has been at least a tenday since I have seen either of them. What have they been doing in the meantime?>What became of Talassysnre, and the blade Nelgetha? Can Luaue wield it?
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