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At the heart of the Johnny convention, behind one set of curtains inside the cuddling zone, there lies a group of zany individuals sharing their stories. You’re among them. And as of now, you’re listening to the second culprit of this entire event happening: Lydie.The former priestess of the Church of Beauty has revealed that you (and your seven Johnny Plushies) are the reason why she’s excommunicated. This creates a little shock in Dog Girl or Proto-Cow as, well, she doesn’t act like a proper religious girl. But there’s a mystery, why *you* (and the Seven Johnny Plushies)? The moment to find out is now.“Thanks to me? What did I do?” You feel like it’s very irresponsible of Lydie to point fingers at you or anything that looks like you.“Be chosen by me!” Lydie puts her hand on her chest. “I couldn’t continue my proper functions without stating your beauty! They’d ask me: Who among these men is the most gorgeous? And I’d say you! Then they’d retort: pick one of the contestants, and I'd say I’m not interested! They couldn’t accept you as an answer because you haven’t gone through the proper channels. They never spared you a thought! Never listened to me! But they’d be damned! I chose well.”“I don’t want to come off as too forward, but isn’t this entirely your fault?” Proto-Cow Verity dryly retorts after reviving from the petting.“She’s in love, who are we to judge?” Dog Girl Donna doesn’t see the issue.“Partially intelligent beings.” Verity states.“Regardless! I’ve been forced into a position I would rather not be in, but as it’s my nature, I always make the best out of my current dilemma.” Lydie explains.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306938>>“It’s too hot in this thing, sorry…” Be apologetic.>“Thank you for coming to this event! I’m humbled by your affection! You’re all lovely!” Be the happiest you can be!
>>6306938>“What’s good?™” Gotta start with your catchphrase! Give the fans what they want!>“Thank you for coming to this event! I’m humbled by your affection! You’re all lovely!” Be the happiest you can be!>Write In.“Line up if you want a hug” also reassure the other 3 girls that were with Donna that we spooked and flustered earlier that we didn’t find them strange, that their good girls if they come for a hug.
>>6306938>”Eh.”Follow up with >>6306996
You gotta tell your fans how you feel! It’s the least they deserve after pouring so much love at you, justifiably or not.“What’s good?™” You shine so bright that it made everyone in the room forget their initial bewilderment. Not to say the reaction is much different as the whole crowd continues in place, but there’s a feeling of clarity in the room. Her cheeks are not as cheery as before, but they look happier (?). That’s the power of a good catchphrase!“Huh…” The reporter is busy basking in your dummy glory. She’s supposed to ask a follow up question, but you’ll continue talking instead.“Thank you for coming to this event! I’m humbled by your affection! You’re lovely!” You smile to the crowd! Not much a response yet, the astonishment is overwhelming. They’re listening still, as all the faces looking back at you are redder and redder thanks to your actions. “Ehem, line up if you want a hug.” Like if seconds can’t be wasted, all your fans get in line in an oddly orderly fashion. They can’t take their eyes off you. Your working crew put a table in front of you like this has become a Book Singing. They all so cooperative. But you have no books, only hugs, you hope they don’t mind.The firsts to come around are a bunch of slightly familiar faces…“Sorry about lying earlier, Ithoughtitwasgoingtobethebestcourseofactiontosavemyfriend’sfacesevenifIactedbizarre.” It’s Donna’s friends! Or war comrades? She’s the one who keeps failing to appear collected, still shaking.“It’s alright, I don’t find you strange. You had to do what you have to do.” You hug this proper looking girl! “You’re a good girl!” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6307356Aurora shows the way to the next fan girl!“Master Ando, it’s riveting to see you once again. Have you given any thought to my proposition? Despite appearances, I’m a well-qualified maid OR butler. I have experience working at Cafes and as a cleaner. There’s no task humiliating enough I wouldn’t perform.” It’s Butler Fan Girl! She’s acting way more composed than last time!You don’t know why, but you hesitate to answer her…How do you respond?>“I can’t afford it, but I can hug you! Here!” Cheer her up!>“I’m actually looking for bovines, sorry.” Be apologetic.>“Talk it over with Vera! I’m sure we can arrange something!” Make more bad decisions today!>Write In.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.The competition for Princess Yulia’s hand has finally begun! Its first stage saw you and your rivals forced to fight through a horde of violent prisoners in order to reach the fabled Tower of Illusion. Teaming up with two of your foreign counterparts, you cleared the goal and were able to advance to the second stage, where a written exam on kingly matters awaited you. You were forced to put your axe aside and rely on your intellect and knowledge to tackle this trial.With the second stage completed, you now await your grading, and the impending third stage, which promises to be your most rigorous challenge yet.>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 38 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 0/100)HP: 72/72 (130%)Strength: 38 (75%)Magic: 32 (50%)Speed: 28 (40%)Defense: 31 (70%)Resistance: 25 (50%)Luck: 28 (65%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6307279>>A): Agree to an alliance with Butch.y'know what buddy, you are cool
>>6307279>>A): Agree to an alliance with Butch.Truly, a kindred spirit.
>>6307279>A): Agree to an alliance with Butch.Sure my guy
>>6307279>>A): Agree to an alliance with Butch.
>>6307279>A): Agree to an alliance with Butch.
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.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 by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I found an epilogue that talks about this topic.>>6306466>The question becomes is it STILL Sidra's energy, or after being engulfed by the Berserker Soul so long is it now YOURS?I hope it is Karn’s now. Your words GD give me hope that Karn can do it. That he can familiarize himself with Destroyer’s energy and then learn how to create more of it on his own. That would be great.
>>6306764Damn, I forgot all about Camali. How is he doing?
>>6306721>JuniorNow there's a good question. Even Mechikabura said his birth was special, and his power unique. Perhaps in how half-combining the Berserker Soul with Super Saiyan works, or perhaps there was more at play than simply birthing a pre-transformed child.He's a good fighter, but not one for talking.True. And even if it's a trick, what's the worst they can do? Immediately attack you all? That'd give the game away and lead to their elimination.We'll see. Kars, after all, is a super genius-level intellect. He was able to figure out Stands in moments, even duplicating a Stand he COULDN'T SEE.A full-power Moro could be a serious threat to everyone's continued existence.>>6306765Yes, but even for Kars this was two MONTHS. You don't even have a full day.>>6306768Enjoying his retirement quite well. He's got it made, and some of the best food in the universe too. Living to the fullest.
>>6306910>Yes, but even for Kars this was two MONTHS. You don't even have a full day.To be fair, the Berserker soul has seemed to have a tendency to just instantly eat shit and grow from it in the past, so it's not an unfair question to ask.
>>6306950There's a big difference between mastering a new energy and consuming it. Kars carefully didn't consume that energy, and so far neither have you. While it is a path you could go down, feeding Hakai to the Berserker Soul, it could have implications for your power moving forward. And possibly affect your Supreme Instinct for this tournament.
You are Charlotte Fawkins, Herald and heroine. With the power of your positive spirit, you have overcome deceit, defeat, and divine possession, and now you are going to save the world. First, though, you need to defeat your nemesis Jean Ramsey in single combat.Your fall through Ramsey's cloak is short, and your landing is soft (though you're displeased to discover the tail interferes with any cool forward roll). You are in blackness. You're not certain what you anticipated.When you stand, you spy the Crown first, then the mask, then the snake, then, and only then, do you make out the rest of Ramsey: she's 20 feet away, her cloak camouflaging her near-perfectly. You suppose this is her head, or pocket dimension, or... wherever. Ramsey's axe, taller than her body, glossy black, is camouflaged too, only visible by its glint: the Crown is shedding faint white light.You draw The Sword— its flames do nothing to illuminate the space, but it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Ramsey cocks her head. "Boy, you sure are a pain in the ass, aren't you?"The snake, glossy beige, loops down around her shoulders. =Like father, like daughter. Isn't that right, Wingnut.=God-damnit! How much have you been spied on? You clench The Sword, refusing to rise to the bait, but it wasn't set out for you— Richard shimmers into existence by your side. His hand is on your shoulder. "She is my client. Do not drag her—""Hey, who the fuck is that?" Ramsey says. =Wow. What the hell is that. I'd be laughing if I wasn't in-chassis, so use your imagination. Or don't. Here: ha ha ha ha ha.=Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 9891 (1d9999)roll
>>6306968>>6307014+1I'll support!
>>6307014I appreciate your enthusiasm, anon, but we're actually taking a step back from last thread's mechanical framework! Future vote slates might work the perks back in, and future rolls might let you spend INFO on them, but for right now I just need a brief narrative description of what you're doing. (Which you did provide, and I'm happy to take -- this is more of a PSA for everyone else.)
>>6306967>=Wow. What the hell is that. I'd be laughing if I wasn't in-chassis, so use your imagination. Or don't. Here: ha ha ha ha ha.=>=This is what you have been reduced to. Human. And an inferior physical specimen at that. I don't know what I expected. Ha ha ha ha.=>=This is how your -daughter- thinks of you. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.=Didn't comment on this earlier but 301 is pretty hilarious. I can see why he's the popular one at the snake office.We did see his real body when we invaded headspace, if we get a chance and are able we should shift him into that shape for the reaction.Also what, did Richard tell everyone about his dad impersonation plan? Wow.
>>6307014>>6307085Waving your sword around and shooting fire is pretty trivial, particularly if you're not coming near Ramsey. I won't call for a roll, but I will probably roll for Ramsey in a few hours.>>6307029Excellent roll! If only we used a 3d9999 system.>>6307253>Also what, did Richard tell everyone about his dad impersonation plan? Wow.It's very possible that Richard was bragging about his awesome epic super-smart plan at one point, yeah (probably not recently-- remember, he's been at it for years). It's also possible that #301 likes to dig around for gossip and/or blackmail, and that he has actual... you know... friends in other departments who can help him get it. Remember that Richard *was* in a coma for a while after he got Niceified, so there was plenty of time to look into what was going on with him.
One day, you suddenly find yourself groggily waking up in a WAYFISH world of WIZERDS that live under the eyes of the WUNDERWURM. Seems like a cozy room... Maybe a bit too cozy.You're not here by complete accident. You've done your research on the WIZERDS. You've done your homework for the WUNDERWURM. And you're definitely starting to feel WAYFISH... In some way or the other. However, all of that is behind you.You're currently in ???.You think have to meet with a WIZERD.You believe the WUNDERWURM smiles upon you.You're feeling... WAYFISH.
>>6306610>Ask the WIZERD WHELK WHAT it WANTSYou shrug off all bad feelings, turn your attention back to the box, and ask the WIZERDWHELK what it ohhh alright then.
>>6306630This cheeky WIZERD is starting to get annoying. Let's just fold up the box and put it in our inventory WHILE keeping a WATCH if he appears again somewhere else. For now let's examine our surroundings more closely.
>>6306630>WRAP the box in the rugs to see what lies beneath said rugs.
>>6306630Activate spellcheck after consulting WIKTIONARY, attempt to alliteratively transform into a Waifish Wizard Wonder-worm
>>6305482"live under the eyes of the WUNDERWURM..."I noticed also the blacked out / censor bar eyes, versus the encircling leering WATCHERS >>6305453so attempt to WINK at the WITTLE WIZLING
The gates of Felcross are behind you now. The city where you were raised, the city of your first failures and rare achievements, the last great city on the way east. You look back, as if to say goodbye. There is nothing of worth left for you there, only your bickering family and your more successful peers.You are a wanderer now. On your belt is a sword, on your back - a bag with tools, travelling gear, some money - whatever was left after your purchases - and rations. They won't last long, but you'll think of solving this later. Two javelins fit nicely in the quiver, slung over your shoulder close to the travelling bag.Barely a man, not a youth, you start down one of the roads. You don't know much of the world, but you've had dreams. Dreams of power, people bowing to your might, of... freedom, to do what you want, however indulgent your desires may be. Of immortality, like in the tales of the Flower Harbringer and the Collector of Names.They are far away, but one who doesn't begin his journey will most certainly never see its end.You possess basic ability in the way of the sword and the javelin, having been given basic training for the militia, like any able man of the kingdom. You also know your way around the streets, courtesy of your upbringing. You can repair and take care of your weapon, and know the basics of crafting, having helped around the smithy for a time. You think you can survive on the road and subsist if need came. That's about all you are capable of.You heard the road east leads to the frontier, the outlands. Not completely devoid of settlement, it is, nevertheless, a dangerous place - some of the monsters manage to sneak into the heartlands of the kingdom of Hien, not to speak of these wild lands, where they may have greater reign. Their distance from the heartlands means all kind of folk flock there, sometimes good in heart, but often dark. It also means greater freedom, whatever the cost. At least, that's what the caravans and travellers from that land told you when they passed through Felcross."Only madmen go east," your grandpa once said spitefully. "Those that don't know the worth of a family at your back or a proper home you can return to." Didn't stop one of your elder brothers from going there. Didn't stop you.The road is calm for a few days as you pass by caravans going west. You didn't have enough money to buy your place in one, so you're going alone.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306634>>6306668Calling the vote and writing for>Caravans investigation.
The market is your next stop. Just like ones in Felcross, it's noisy and packed with people at all times. Travellers and locals both mingle together, inspecting the goods and haggling. You walk around and ask the stall owners and caravan masters in their special area whether they know of anything about the attacked merchants."Good men, they were. Many expected their wares, and the master had a big heart as well! What wares? Well, uh... hmm... Edward may tell you more, he's in the northwestern corner. The guy with the big mole on his cheek, selling wine!""I don't know anything of their wares, but heard it's the bandits that got 'em! Couldn't have been anyone else. We're a peaceful area, no monsters or anything for a year now. Must've been that idiot, Rick, begged for copper ever since his leather workshop burned down. How he'd get weapons? Uhh... Well, maybe Karkril, the smith, knows. Might've given him some sword or something out of pity. Look how it backfired for all of us!""I'm not a smith, I'm his apprentice, and we aren't giving anyone weapons for free! Need to sharpen that shortsword of yours, by the way? Or exchange it for a longsword? Better reach - better odds your head isn't chopped off! Master Karkril specialises in them, too! And first order's at a discount!""Mordred's caravan carried magical weaponry."The grim, calm tone of the caravan master sharpens your attention in seconds, even after hours of wandering and listening to the vendors' pointless blabber and gossip.A tall man, the caravan master looks at you with little interest. His clean-shaven face would be gentle if not for those eyes. His clothes are not too adorned, but the materials betray wealth."Some of it for local clients, others for the kingdom's knights. We were scheduled to meet in Agante and go to Felcross, but...." The caravan master takes a long drag of his pipe and exhales slowly. Tobacco. Not a common product in these lands.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Do you know anything about what kind of people travelled with them? Anyone important?""Just merchants, travellers that paid to go together and guards. Though Mordred did have a mage with him for protection. Guess it didn't help." The caravan master takes a drag of his pipe again. "Important people have their own escorts with them, you know. You won't find them in caravans. Even if they carry expensive goods.">Ask another question? [write-in]>"No, that will be all. Thank you.">>Follow-up to above option: write-in what to do next.I'm not sure if I'll call the vote in 10-12 hours or leave it up until the day after tomorrow, seems like the vote windows are too slim and some anons don't vote. /qst/ really has become slow, damn.If you pick to ask any other questions, I can do mini-updates to answer them.
>>6306729>"No, that will be all. Thank you."
>>6306752Anon, if you vote that you don't have any other questions, you should also vote what you want to do next, after you leave the caravan master. That's why I put the >>Follow-up line there. Sorry if that was unclear.
>previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6269754/>First things first, I did actually come back after the funeral and I uh...I dunno. Did I lose the plot? I kept waiting and my autism locked me into that thread hoping someone would respond. So before I type out a huge post I wanna make sure, is anyone even interested in Alola Quest anymore?
>>6306101>>6305993What is the /qtg/? Well I'll find it. Either way thanks.
>>6306250Click on this >>6271040.It should take you there immediately. Then just tell everyone that Alola Quest is back and copy/paste the post number here >>6304601.
>>6306250How many players did you have before your hiatus? Either way, to get things going I would recommend posting an actual update... if you include a recap, you could even score some new ones.
>>6306255>>6306254>Amon G. Sus, a homeless boy from Unova who's only 13 and has a family of 6 loyal Pokemon has won an all expenses paid trip to Alola! 2 months of sun! But it seems there is a bit of mystery to the whole thing. Who is the mysterious Aether Foundation who is seemingly funding the whole thing? Why is the Alola League Champion taking such an interest in him? Why is Amon Meowthnip for the local girls? He will have to battle and grow and of course, hang out at the beach, explore, and maybe even deal with the local deities.>Thus far they are at the Battle Carnival, Stars(the Champion) and his rental Comfey are the only Pokemon on the field. Stars wants Amon to command his Comfey(whom do to a technical error on my part has Fairy Wind) to try and win the battle against a Kadabra and a Stunfisk. Can Amon do it?"Ok brah. I am gonna level with you. I actually know a way to win this." Stars said. Amon looks at Stars. "Wait...then why don't you say it?!" He says exasperatedly. "No. It's not training if you can't risk failure. Petal Dance, Floral Healing, Fairy Wind, and Grassy Terrain. That's what you got. What's the plan Amon?...You know WHAT Terrains are right?"
>>6306255I had like 1 or 2 dedicated players.
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_Your nap is a fitful, restless thing, filled with nightmares and feverish dreams that you lose memory of quickly even though they trouble you greatly and prevent you from waking up energized and bright eyed. When you do wake up, your elder sister is sitting over you with a warm smile on her ghostly, frost flecked fur. And for a moment you wonder how much of your recent memories were a dream, before sensing withing yourself the power and technique that proves that most of them were in fact real."Did the spiders enjoy my bouquet of bone and meat?" You ask tiredly, fluttering your eyes as you sit up and lazily lick the back of your paw as you sister, who isn't shy about showing her distaste for your method of bribery and payment clicks her teeth and whines irritatedly"Oh they were overjoyed by the delicacy of your flesh sister, and after I managed to convince them to try your...fruit, they found it most pleasing to their monstrous palate. In fact, they found it so tasty and spiritually rich and potent, they nearly abstained from eating your guts and limbs entirely" She told you, grimacing as she looked away "Did..did you have to slice of your breasts along with your thighs""Fatty meat is the most succulent and delectable" You answered with a sneer "Besides, both grew back as readily as any other part of me I cut off. It was the arms and legs that took the most energy and effort to sprout again""I really hope you aren't becoming like that mushroom girl or her family. You're a cat, not a rose bush" Xuebai hissed and you laughedComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6307193Monu is surprisingly wise>>6307194>Wait what did he say "Ao did you awaken an ancient evil on a simple grave robbing mission!"
>>6307194>>Wait what did he say "Ao did you awaken an ancient evil on a simple grave robbing mission!"kek of course they let the poison balrog loose into the depths of the earth. I'm also sure Ao is too autistic to have fallen in love with some random chick who couldn't even cut his head off.
>>6307194>Wait what did he say "Ao did you awaken an ancient evil on a simple grave robbing mission!"
>>6307194>Wait what did he say "Ao did you awaken an ancient evil on a simple grave robbing mission!">Yell at Ao to get out, finish your talk with Monu, then ask Yuanquan for details about what happened on their mission and the ghost king for the knowledge of how to make a Gu Organ
You are a wizard of the Tower. You have come of age and are now considered a journeyman of your order. You must go out into the strange and alien outside world for the first time to learn from it, take from it, and give back what you will. Wizardry is a vast collection of arts and disciplines that amount to more knowledge than any one man could learn in a lifetime. However, all are roads that join together into the singularly divine path of magic. Your time in the tower has started you down the path of three. Each of these pursuits represent a lifetime commitment and will never be abandoned or added onto. The Tower emphasizes singular mastery above varied mediocrity.>Path of War: You can kill and defend yourself with magic. You wear magic armor and carry a mystical blade crafted by your own hand. Your dragon is similarly armed and armored, and has likewise been trained in the arts of war to serve as your flying war mount. Other disciplines can be bent to a more martial application when used in conjunction with this one.>Path of the Healer: You can mend wounds and cure the sick and dying. You are versed in various methods protection against maligned powers. You know much of the secrets of herbs and animals. Your dragon is larger and healthier than others of his kind because of the beneficial powers you have surrounded him with since hatching him. He can share his life force with you when you're in need of it. Other disciplines can be bent towards a more constructive and beneficial end when used in conjunction with this one.>Language of the Spirits: You know how to commune with the elements. You carry in some form a sample of True Earth, Fire, Water, and Air by which to work with the four pillars of creation. Other disciplines gain immense power when used in conjunction with this one.>Necromancy: You commune with the souls, remains, and remnants of men and beasts that have since moved on from this world, yet still linger. Great wisdom and knowledge, as well as power can be learned from those that have come before. Threats by which no mortal power can overcome may be dealt with more directly when using this strange and darkest of arts. When used in conjunction with other magic deeper meaning, greater insights, and mysteries undreamed of by mortal man open up to you. Your dragon may take you to the borders of the afterlife, but not even he can move beyond them.>cont.
>>6306898>>6306918You have chosen the ancient Almanac. You caution the King against using either the undead King's ring or sword. Both are tools of a former dragon riders and will evoke horrible destruction. The cloak while beautiful has little use on your journey and you feel it belongs with its makers more than yourself.You bid them all farewell after restocking for your journey and depart on a noon day created jet stream. Your dragon appreciates gorging himself upon several of their lambs and is feeling extra invigorated. Combined with the jet stream you make record time towards the desert in the south following the ancient highway. You're heading towards the lands of the Lost Empire. Rumors speak of them being cursed and ruined. Filled to the brim with every abomination imaginable. Of this you see no signs, instead only an endless desert that stretches on for close to a thousand miles. While you look for the strange, ruined lands of the Lost Empire. You consult the ancient almanac. Despite its age it still holds enough similarities the present tongue to be legible. From it you're able to deduce a few clews as to where the Lost Empire may be. >It speaks of a season for ideal dragon breeding. Such conditions would be very far to the south. Possibly on the far side of the desert.>It speaks of a productive time where the river flows and the crops can be collected. You can look for current rivers>It talks about a particular star formation, look at night for the proper alignments>Simply seek out the rumors and supposed blights and cursed creatures. Seems like such a thing would be hard to miss.
>>6307081>It speaks of a productive time where the river flows and the crops can be collected. You can look for current rivers
>>6306763>The Undead King's sword. You have your own terrible swords, but his is no less deadly and made by magics you're unfamiliar with. The King gladly gives it to you.Sord
>>6307081>>It speaks of a productive time where the river flows and the crops can be collected. You can look for current rivers
>>6307081>It speaks of a season for ideal dragon breeding. Such conditions would be very far to the south. Possibly on the far side of the desert.
Your name is Johan. And you have been a taxi driver for as long as you can remember.Which is about less than a month, give or take. You are not truly certain anymore, as time had begun to behave erratically, quickening and stopping at whim -- the sight of strange shadows worsening these effects.But that was neither here nor there, though one could argue that it was something that affected you recently.Two people were standing before you:The first, her skin unnaturally pale from makeup, had an impish spark in her eyes. A mime and a seeker of thrills, just like you were - Mimi.The second was someone whom you could only describe as a jock and a gym rat. Like you, he was beset and obsessed by the mystical - Jeremy.Yes, you remembered now. You were talking with these two fellows about meeting an old friend. He made an arm spring out of the television recently. You remember that-You used to love going on nature trails with all your friends. All seven of them.You recall, when you were young, your parents would take you out to the forest every summer. And you would journey out into the wilderness, looking for something, anything, that remained unexplored.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Awwww shit, we're back!>>6304101>Gracefully reject the offer. And return to talk with your companions. They were waiting for you, were they not?It's only polite.
>>6304094nice clown. if it wasn't thread 8 I might've started reading your quest.
>>6304310It's worth doing so anyway.
>>6304101>>Gracefully reject the offer. And return to talk with your companions. They were waiting for you, were they not?Glad to have you back QM, as always its was wiorth the wait.>>6304310She is a mime, there is a whole thread were we take her on a date. I recommend.
It feels good to be back. Thank you for the warm welcome anons.>>6304181>Fighting Words>>6304184>>6304483>Tasteful RebuffI'll start writing a bit later. I'll leave the vote open for the rest of the day.>>6304310Thank you for passing by even if you aren't interested in reading.
3rd of Sun's Dusk, 4E 171.The sun rises over the Goldmoor, along the southern coast of Hammerfell. Here, the harsh desert that the region is known for gives way to green scrubland, thanks to the humid air of the ocean and the pleasant chill of winter. This is where the River Tark flows into Hew's Bay, and where the city of Taneth stands proud. Thousands call this port home and ply their trades within its walls and as one of its many guards, it is your job to ensure the safety of these people.You work for the Imperial Guild of Bailiffs, as a sworn officer and enforcer of the Emperor's law. You have been keeping the streets of Taneth safe for over two years and just a month ago, your service was rewarded with a promotion. You are now a sergeant, the leader of your very own patrol, comprised of yourself and two other officers. It's not much, but the responsibility that you have been given is still a sign of trust, and an opportunity for you to prove yourself in the eyes of your superiors. With a little luck, you'll continue to climb the ranks and eventually claim a position of true authority.It won't be easy. Hammerfell is a vicious and unforgiving place and its people, the Redguards, are not unlike the land that they call home. They are divided into many factions, though most of the region is split between two of them – the Forebears and the Crowns. The Crowns claim to be the descendants of the Na-Totambu, who ruled over the lost Redguard homeland. They remain true to the ways of their ancestors and shun Imperial doctrine. The same cannot be said for the Forebears, who have abandoned the old gods in favour of the Eight Divines of the Empire. This cultural divide has been the cause of great enmity between the two groups for centuries, an animosity that is unlikely to die down anytime soon.Thanks to its proximity to the Imperial heartland of Cyrodiil, Taneth is considered a Forebear city and most of its population are proud to call themselves citizens of the Empire. However, not everyone that lives within the city's walls has abandoned the old ways. There are a rare few who stay true to the traditions of the Na-Totambu and bury their resentment deep within their hearts, so that they may live among the Forebears.
>>6305414>>Leave for the waterfront to try and rescue as many people as you can. There is a good chance that you might be locked out before you're able to return, but it's worth the risk.The Steed bears witness to he knows no weakness
>>6305414>Get down there and seal the gates. Anyone who tries to stop you is a traitor who is risking the lives of everyone in the city. It doesn't matter how many people are still out there, Taneth comes first.Saving people is foolishness, there's no point to it if the gates won't be closed.
>>6305414>Leave for the water front>Instruct the men at the gate to seal the gate in 9 minutes. Even if we aren't back yet, the city can not fall so easily.
>>6305414>Leave for the waterfront to try and rescue as many people as you can. There is a good chance that you might be locked out before you're able to return, but it's worth the risk.We are speed
>>6305414>Leave for the waterfront to try and rescue as many people as you can. There is a good chance that you might be locked out before you're able to return, but it's worth the risk.
It’s a dark, almost pitch black night on the campus. Lazari could effortlessly light things up or give herself night vision, but doing so would take away the night out experience. She disliked how so many tried to find ‘solutions’ to things in life that did not need to be fixed. This night was perfectly fine the way it was, although it could use a bit more wind.She takes off her shoes, letting her feet rest on the fresh grass. Thankfully, most of the lawn recovered from the dragon incident, the last thing she would’ve wanted was to revitalize every bit of grass to make it look uniform again—wouldn’t have been the first time. She stretchesBefore she can go on her usual jog, she hears low mumbling from above. She looks up at the school building, until her gaze stops at a bird-like figure resting near the edge of the rooftop. It’s not uncommon for students to hang up there past midnight, but it’s not encouraged for a variety of safety reasons.Climbing up there would be a piece of cake with magic, but it presents a fun challenge to climb as fast as possible, only relying on her body. One jump, put one foot on a window’s ledge, two jumps, make sure to avoid putting too much strength behind each step, three jumps, grab the edge with your left hand, lift yourself upward and-There. Not her best time, but having to climb up silently slowed her down. The student didn’t notice her despite lazari’s imposing figure. She made sure to mask her breathing and mana so that she could slip effortlessly past her in both sight and sound. Lazari taps her shoulder, and the student, who could now be identified as Fet, flinched with a short, high-pitched scream.There is an awkward silence, followed by unnecessary apologies from the student.Lazari shrugs, “You can stay here if you want, just don’t go practicing spells at this time of night. I’m glad it’s not some students doing something weird up there again.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306659Cool. I look forward to seeing them.
>>6306639>"One tower activated, using the energy of another. 1.5 from 4. Speed. Average to above average speed, arrived during the 3rd phase out of 10. Grading... favorable."Maybe we would have got bonus points or met a different achievement criteria if we had gone and activated all 4 towers as if this was Code Lyoko? There's another solid piece of French media for you QM!>Did you know there was an artifact in the jungle? But it's hidden by- We missed the secret bonus loot, but we got points for speedrunning the challenge. Atlas doesn't have the mana pool to thoroughly explore and loot a huge exam dungeon like this whereas we could do that before with how constrained the puzzle rooms used to be>>6306651>Dill what ifThis is more comedic than I expected and the end result is better for it. I am slightly disappointed there's no short moment of Dill being unable to contain herself and kissing Atlas anyway right before the climax but what is there is still nice. This is also further evidence towards my "theory" that this school is not only for the "Magically Challenged" but every student here is "secretly" mentally challenged too.>Why not go further if there’s no limit? Why not have sex in the middle of the class while we’re invisible? Or, you could become invisible and touch me while I’m not even aware it’s you, and I’d have to stop myself from-Somehow I get the feeling in our current quest timeline either Atlas or Table or both of them will get both of these ideas in their heads. Just a feeling, that's all...>>6306659You better have a ghost blowjob (woo woo!) somewhere in there or you are SHIT
>>6306640Woo!>>6306651cute>>6306705>the lewd exhibitionist thoughtsTable has explicitly played around with that fetish a couple times since her curse would sort of maybe allow for it.>this school is not only for the "Magically Challenged" but every student here is "secretly" mentally challenged tooI assumed so, since for people without a physical disability (like humans' lack of mana) it would have to be primarily a psychological hurdle like confidence, neurodivergence, or a learning disability, right?
You know, if this is a "Magically challenged" school I wonder how OP the students from the high end schools are. I mean, obviously some students here aren't below average. Table alone probably has a gigantic potential that's only held back by her condition and table herself not being that obsessed with magic. But as a whole, they've all got issues of their own.But like, Imagine what the "Prodigy School" students look like.
>>6306639>Wait, did it just say this was the 3rd phase out of 10? What would a phase 10 volcano even LOOK like.was gonna ask that. it felt like the next phase was gonna be the last one. >>6306640>"Dude, that exam was GREAT! Did you know there was an artifact in the jungle? But it's hidden by- you look like hell."welp, not like we could really explore the area.>>6306651I didn't recall the other what if, nice. Also surprised that her saliva's an interesting effect.
You are the head chef of the Michelin 3-star restaurant “Pequod Pizzeria.” Despite its name, it has more than just Italian cuisine: this restaurant is famous for offering nearly any dish in existence, no matter how obscure or expensive. It was a slow evening, and you’re thinking about closing early. Your manager, Ahab, went out for a walk. He’s stressed about the falling revenues, since it turns out offering EVERYTHING is astronomically expensive. If you can’t find a big fish to shell out some serious cash, you’ll be out of a job by Monday. Suddenly, an enormous man tumbles through the front doors. He brings with him a posse of servants sailing around his orbit, like remoras rushing to his aid. He leverages his immensity onto an embroidered couch normally reserved for fancy events, and his servants pull together several tables around their corpulent chief. Before you can protest, the big man bellows to you: “HELLO. MY NAME IS RICHARD MOBY. I AM EXCEEDINGLY RICH AND OWN A BARGE. GIVE ME FOOD AND I GIVE YOU MONEY.”You know your manager is vehemently fat-phobic (he once banned a husky man for sneaking extra breadsticks), but you can’t pass up this opportunity. You cautiously step over to Richard, keeping a safe distance.“Of course sir,” you say. “But….are you sure you can afford this?””OF COURSE I CAN AFFORD THIS. I OWN A BARGE. NOW GO FETCH ME YOUR FINEST.”You nod and stride to the kitchen, where your team of cooks and supervisors are hiding. They heard the booming noise and thought it was an earthquake. You tell them of the situation: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6304981>VEGETABLES PLUS BUTTER MULTIPLIER PLUS CLASSIC DISNEY MOVIE= 10% SATISFACTION”PRETTY GOOD. REMINDS ME OF THE TV DINNERS MEEMAW CONSTRUCTED. A SHAME I HAD TO GOBBLE HER UP, I MUST PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS. WHAT IS NEXT? I AM STILL QUITE HUNGRY…..”You leave Richard as his servants begin to clean his teeth, lifting out huge shards of black plastic from between his molars.The kitchen is sprawling with activity: your best chefs are prepared and waiting for your command. You have at least 9 more dishes to go until Ahab arrives….and it seems like the wine has converted the whale to a worshiper. [BIBLICAL DEBUFF: CAN ONLY EAT KOSHER , OR OTHER FOOD DISGUISED AS KOSHER.)What dish is next?
>>6304987Carne de Onça, the Brazilian-style steak tartare, with real Brazilian beef and served with Danish Rugbrod. No egg and no butter on the side, just some mustard on the side.To ritz it up, use $1k+ Remy Martin cognac, the same Kunlun Mountain Garlic, premium extra virgin olive oil and dazzle some edible gold flakes on top (yes that does exist).https://www.tasteatlas.com/carne-de-onca
>>6305178And follow that with,Bream ikizukuri. Bream sashimi is uncommon in the US, and eating live and still twitching will make it even more exotic:https://youtu.be/jPZzWTWorUQAnd then,Strasbourg pie of foie gras wrapped in bacon and truffles, baked within a *kosher* non-dairy pastry puff.
PS -- switch the order. Ikizukiri first, then Carne de Onca, followed by Strasbourg pie.
>>6304987Roast salmon stuffed with herbs and lemon, really fancy, yeah, extra fancy please chef, do not hold the fancy
The sun beats down on your bare shoulders, baking the ochre dust into your skin. Before you, the grasslands stretch to a hazy horizon, a sea of chest-high blades of grass swaying in the hot, dry wind. The air smells of sun-scorched earth, sweet flowers, and the faint, distant scent of salt.You stand alone in a vast, quiet clearing, the silence broken only by the wind and the buzzing of insects. Your waterskin is half-empty, and your stomach aches with a familiar, dull hunger. You scan the landscape, considering your path.>West: A sliver of silver glints under the sun. A line of dark green trees marks its banks.>Northwest: A series of jagged, windswept hills bare of trees rising above the plains.>South: More grassland. A black pillar juts out of the earth, impossibly smooth and unnatural.
>standing before an erect "black monolith" >>6303350>>6304510>"You raise the seed to your lips and place it on your tongue...">>6305013>"wait for this corrupting influence to fade..."I hope the caveman is not a gay
>>6305013>>6305669alternatively, if the caveman Far-Walker senses are merely dazed and not permanently corrupted/impaired by the ominous dark monolith seed-magic, can try to >gaze at the horizon and look for the flight path of migrating birds; ornithomancy and the seasons will augur the path and direction
>>6305090>>6305013>Reorient by trainingYou sit, shutting out the phantom senses that plague you. You do not trust your eyes or your nose, but you trust the sun. You close your eyes and feel its warmth on your face. You know its path across the sky better than you know your own name. You track its slow crawl in your mind, feeling its heat shift from one side of your face to the other.You listen to the wind, not for its direction, but for its sound. The whispers it makes through these specific blades of grass are familiar, the song of the high plains. The alien taste in your mouth fights back, a cold wave against the warmth of the sun, but you hold onto the familiar.Slowly, painstakingly, you rebuild the world you know inside your own mind. The sun is where it should be. The wind sings its proper song. When you open your eyes, the world snaps back into focus. North is north again. The phantom scent of salt and decay is gone, replaced by the clean smell of dust and grass.Your senses are your own once more. But the struggle has left a mark. As the alien influence receded, it left behind an echo, a piece of knowledge that was not yours before. You now know, with the certainty of a bird knowing the way to its wintering grounds, that far to the northeast, beyond the rolling plains, lies a vast and terrible place: a white desert of sun-baked salt that stretches for days.>Go Southeast: Hunt the Gore-Tusker.>Go East: Follow the Darkstone warriors.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6305719>Go Southeast: Hunt the Gore-Tusker.
