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https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6402615/Last Time on 3rd Born Son:The Latterborn chose to escape with their loot rather than risk venturing deeper into the Doom in search of Brightroar. During their escape, they lost many of their number and almost the whole of the expedition to an apparition of the Many face God, a Thing that sought to have them take on the debts owed by those within the doom.With Jason's lead, the Latterborn denied the debt and managed to escape, only for Asha and Jason to be cast into the boiling sea of Old Valyria. Miraculously, they awoke off the shores of Tolos safe and sound, where they made the decision to walk the demon road to return to Volantis.On the way there, they stopped at Mantarys, where they discovered a branch family of the Blackfyres ruled over the forgotten city of mutants and the twisted of form, the Lady of Blackscales rules. Haenora Blackfyre, daughter of Maelys Blackfyre, was informed about the fate of her father, and became distressed.x“Sers,” you said, standing from your knee and holding your arms out “I must tell your lady the truth, but it is a harsh one, one that she will need support to bear.” You say, looking at each of the black cloaked men, then to Lady of Blackscales with your kindest eyes “Please, search me for weapons or threats as is your duty, but allow me to step closer, so I may support your lady in this telling.”Asha looked at you with a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and the annoyance only a spouse could hold for their partner.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427434I deeply prefer an honourable fool to an ignoble schemer.The world would run smoother but bloody with the Fool
With new circumstances, if we still wish for parlay.Revised Latterborn-Blackscales Agreement V.4.01- A preleminary proposal is offered by the Latterborn first. Finalization of the agreement at Tyrion&Tysha estate, where we will also invite the Blackscales has guests.Latterborn Expedition (Latterborn Trade Company) Offers :- Urban review of the city of Mantarys- 1 City Construction Project- Future Demon Road Forts (for now we can put it on paper would be still a good gesture)- Inclusion in our future Trade Route (Lannisport-Oldtown-Dorne [Sarella\Asha help]-Lotusport-Volantis)- Potential healers/medicine/maesters included with the trade we bring to Mantarys above^"Blackscales" Offers:- Guaranteed armed guards for escort for Latterborn traders, guaranteed housing for Latterborn traders, guaranteed for Latterborn traders safety and security in the cityComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427448I mean, the deal is nice and all but they imprisoned us even if it was done in emotional distress. We can probably get a lot more concessions out of them to "right that wrong" as honour demands. I am sure Tyrion will help buff out those detailsimo we shouldn't have offered any marriage stuff anyways, they dont know us so it would be rude. (a side note, don't think Balarys and Lady Blackfyre are romantically involved, it seemed more like a father-daughter type of relationship to me)
>>6427411>Keep in mind they apparently still abide by the Valyrian god worship. They actually practice a varient hybrid of the worship of the seven, one that i found interesting from the GoT mod for crusader kings.The Faith of Dragons, it is rooted in the belief that the 14 flames were simply more diverse aspects of the seven, and by extension, further aspects of the One.>>6427411>>6427380>>6427434That's the crux of it. Their only example of Knighthood would be of the idolized Daemon Blackfyre, the progenitor of their house, along with the other honorable knights that Blackfyre blood produced. It's an ideal to live up to, and one that has been commonly kept by the males of the Blackfyre line, and from them to their squires.
>>6427471We should do the Jason thing and say its water under the bridge, which would trigger them in a good way especially when Lady Haenorah understands the reality of things and that Jason&Asha only wanted to offer help and knowledge. They would then have to give us gift something due to the nobility of the gesture, which benefits us and improve our starting relation even more.The agreement will be done with a good advantage afterwards thanks to this, and of course Tyrion mind. But I recon we would be fair still, since Jason is not against seeing Mantarys flourish.Also the agreement was yet to be offered, so not one single point of it was mentioned. We are still at "explain late Targayens dynasty history, start of Baratheon dynastry and current world situation" part, but we are barely even started telling it. So we have a lot of talk to do still.>>6427448Good. I approve of the revising. I was thinking of doing it myself since i made that write-in and some stuff that happened now made those two points not necessary to do.
You are Marnie, whose journey is almost at its end. For the second time, you've ascended to the very pinnacle of City-87-O, the digital ark that has hosted you for 16 long years. Through endless trials and tribulations, you and your partner Phascomon have fought against the City and the Tower, and come to stand beneath the Portal to the true Digital World. At last, you've unlocked your best friend's final form: The God Man Plutomon, an exemplar of otherworldly strength who can stand against even Brigadramon. Now is the time to pit these two Mega-level Digimon against one another, and claim your freedom at last.==Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189/Thread 3:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6297141/Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Plutomon relinquishes his hold on the countless rifts, allowing them to snap shut. They've left vicious scars of corruption in the sky. Fanged markings are hovering in space, and the particle rain sizzles into crimson tears, as though the computer is crying in pain. Plutomon turns to face his foe with the same haughty aura you're well-used to, a smug air lingering through the apotheosis he's undergone."WHAT DID YOU DO?""I've sent your program to Tartarus."Brigadramon tries something else. You notice his eye glistening with purple light. The mere attempt causes an explosion of crimson veins to streak across the sky, as whatever process he executes is disrupted by the damage to the system. The overwhelming error blows him back, leaving the air smoking and smoldering with hundreds of scarlet shards. You can no longer see the world beyond the rifts, but you're filled with unease at what Plutomon is capable of doingStill, he's your partner. You trust him with this terrifying power. And right now, he's in full control of himself. Though it may not have been your intention, the two of you have struck a true blow against the City by wounding its very makeup."Plutomon. Don't widen those." You request."Very well." You don't want to shred the data integrity of this place further. You still have people you love who need to live here.
"IF YOU ARE INSISTENT ON BECOMING A CALAMITY OF THE CITY ONCE MORE...""Insistent? You've forced our hand, Brigadramon.""If you had just let us past-" And if he hadn't done some bullshit infinite-prop attack-"-THEN WE SHALL SEE HOW YOU FARE AGAINST YOUR PREDECESSORS"LOADING... <MEMORY OF THE CITY>"What else has he got?!"Brigadramon executes a new program. This one seems to be using different infrastructure, bypassing the damage that Plutomon has done to the laws of physics and programming. You see numerous flickering bubbles forming in the air, each attempting to expand their domain, much like what Plutomon just did. It reminds you of what you experienced during your first big mission, in the control room with Strikedramon."DESTROY THOSE!" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Big thanks to art anon for the Op image again! And thanks for following the quest thus far, fellas. This thread shouldn't be a super long one, since we're near the end and epilogue.
>>6427452>A familiar memory of an infiltrator, one of many that claws at the boundaries of the great domes of Eden.
>>6427452well at least we aren't fighting Children of the City.>>6427452>A memory of a memory, whose nature as a Calamity marred even Earth.What better time to prove we can face that which harmed Earth?
You woke up today in your crappy apartment, and discovered you're a monster now.Shit.Why did you transform?>Shut-in among shut-insWhat's so wrong about wanting to stay inside your apartment!? You have a job! People are scary! People are mean! The sun causes cancer! All of them just want to drag you out to laugh at you! Fuck them! Fuck them! The dim lighting of your room, the cozy way your bed stinks, that's what you can trust! The dark is your friend! Your home is your castle, your cave, your lair!POWER: SHADOW PALSYou have ribbons of darkness dangling off you that form hands. They act automatically to attack and defend you. They can't really be controlled beyond deactivation or getting them to not attack or defend, but they regenerate quickly and with zero cost of energy. You also get stronger in darkness.>FEAR OF THIS EXACT FUCKING SCENARIOComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>6427218>RETREAT TO YOUR APARTMENT! MAYBE STAYING IN ONE PLACE WILL MAKE THEM THINK YOU'RE NOT AGGRESSIVE!? RETREAT! (1d100)If it's good enough for the Joestars then its good enough for us!
Rolled 74 (1d100)>>6426911>even if technically speaking, heroes are supposed to give monsters that aren't actively attacking or vandalizing property a chance to surrender.NON CANONNON CANON!!!!!!!>>6427218>RETREAT TO YOUR APARTMENT! MAYBE STAYING IN ONE PLACE WILL MAKE THEM THINK YOU'RE NOT AGGRESSIVE!? RETREAT! (1d100)
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>6427218>RETREAT TO YOUR APARTMENT! MAYBE STAYING IN ONE PLACE WILL MAKE THEM THINK YOU'RE NOT AGGRESSIVE!? RETREAT! (1d100)
Rolled 53 (1d100)>>6426866I see someone got inspired by monster quest>>6427218>STICK TO THE PLAN. SIT DOWN AND HOPE YOU CAN TANK/DODGE A SHOTGUN BLAST (1D100)
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>6427218>>STICK TO THE PLAN. SIT DOWN AND HOPE YOU CAN TANK/DODGE A SHOTGUN BLAST (1D100)
Today is October 12th, 2024. You are a normal person, living a normal life, completely unremarkable among over 8 billion others just like you. But today, you are going to manifest psychic powers, and your life will very rapidly cease to be normal. Who are you?
>>6425569>>6425776+1 this
>>6427221>I'll participate>doesn't voteHmmmm.
>>6427281Oh, shut the fuck up you colossal faggot.
>>6427285Gottem
>>6427290Killyourselfem.Faggem.Now, stfu. I don't want QM to run off because you're sperging up the thread.
ORHoly Shit, Ruling Westeros as Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm is a Lot Harder Than It Seemed At First, and By The Way, When Is My Fucking Back Going To Get Better?Warm… Moist and warm…This breakfast pastry my chambermaids presented to me must have only left the kitchen oven but ten minutes ago! Flakey, buttered bread satisfyingly crunches beneath every bite, a syrupy filling complementing the tart of the cherries within. I lick my fingertips clean, beaming at Phoebe.“A wonderful beginning to start my name day. I’ll receive many gifts today, I’m sure, but yours shall have been the first.”That makes Phoebe melt, her eyes getting red and puffy.> “I- I’m honored, your grace, truly!”She stammers out, averting her gaze to hide her tears.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Me and Sandor turn towards the voice. Tommen bounds towards us, his little feet carrying him just fast enough to stay out of reach of his elderly Septa, whose wrinkled face peels back in horrified anguish when she sees who her charge is running towards. Tommen collides into me, and I wince from the twinge in my back, but I stay on both feet and contort the pained clenching of my teeth into a big grin.> “That was a fast parade! Did you make your horses run?”“Not quite, Tommen. I had them turn back because I missed you.”> “I wish I coulda gone too! Why can’t ponies be in parades? Mother said it wasn’t indigified for a pony to be in a parade!”“Undignified,”I correct him, not unkindly, and ruffle his blonde hair,“Mother gives a lot of what’s proper, doesn’t she? That’s what mothers do, though!”The Septa wheezes as she catches up, eyes wide as dinnerplates, her lithe frame heaving as she finds her breath.> “Your grace, I do apologize- Tommen is being very willful today. Come along, young prince, Maester Pycelle does not have all day to teach you your sums,”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> “Your uh, stags, my king. I understand you had some trepidations regarding their participation in the, er, melee, but there are plenty among them who seem to have their hearts set on it. Shall I permit them to join the lists?”> “Why not? Just make sure they understand they won’t be paid for the duration of any injuries they may have to nurse.”> “Absolutely not. I will not have my stags wounded before they’ve even had a chance to see battle.”
>>6426951>> “Why not? Just make sure they understand they won’t be paid for the duration of any injuries they may have to nurse.”
>>6426951> “Why not? Just make sure they understand they won’t be paid for the duration of any injuries they may have to nurse.”Tourney weapons only again.
>>6426951>> “Why not? Just make sure they understand they won’t be paid for the duration of any injuries they may have to nurse.”>"And make their injuries are addressed!"Tourney weapons, well-padded, color system, and head protection.>>6426073>>6426093So, do we want to try this idea? Or wait and see about building a barracks after the Black Water Bay battle? I don't mind throwing out some old bones.We could also do the most expensive thing, which is to transform the Dragonpit into a new fortress and make it a barracks/training ground for the Stag Guard.
In a city where every street changed its name at midnight, there lived an old cartographer named Idriss.His shop had no sign. People only found it when they were truly lost.Inside, thousands of maps covered the walls. None were current. Roads had moved. Bridges had vanished. Whole districts no longer existed.Visitors always laughed. "Why keep useless maps, old man?"Idriss would just smile. "Because a wrong map tells you where the world used to be."One rainy evening a young engineer walked in carrying the latest navigation device. It updated every second and was considered perfect.Yet the engineer looked exhausted.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Quest where?
>>6426075>The old man wasn't preserving maps.>He was preserving mistakes.Its not THIS, its THAT
I'm not dead?That is the first thing that comes to mind when you awaken in a bed of frost and tundra. All other things proceed from the fact that despite your best efforts, you remain the living vessel of an apathetic and nihilistic entity that could be very easily mistaken for a god. Falling into the void should have spread you so thin across time and space that your frequency would have returned to the primordial chaos. Lost to all but to those who are searching for you, and even then they would need the right equipment. Perhaps that lovely man will succeed, in time, to separate your frequency from the voidPerhaps he already succeeded. Perhaps that is why you are here in the snow, naked and cold, rather than drifting alone in the void with all of your senses blinded - your existence finally given meaning through its cessation. Could this pain you feel be "happiness"?[No, that is frostbite] The Threnodian's song echoes in your mind, its babbling more sensible than usual. [The pen moves in admiration of pointless frivolity, for the hand that grasps it would only be used for fruitless endeavors. The desire to fill a vessel born to die with the fruit of life is an admirable thing, yet we are but false words upon the page-]"Shut up," you growl, taking to your feet. You've no desire to listen to the mad ramblings of Aleph-1 any longer than you have to. "If you've nothing meaningful to contribute, then keep quiet."[Voidmatter, then.] The Threnodian sings a new tune in your mind. [This place runs thick with it, thy birthright as a childe of stardust. Afore the author's pen sinks too deeply into perverse admiration of thy shape and coloration, twist it into-]"I remember how to shape it," you grumble.The thing is right. The Voidmatter is thick here, thick enough to form a Void Storm and yet so mysteriously stable that it does not. It bows to your command, the command of the Threnodian with which you resonate - with which, you are one - and slides between the pattern shaped from your own unique frequency. You do not weave it, but rather allow it to take shape... and its final shape surprises you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426269>>Play the imperious and might sorceress, for you are no conjurer of cheap tricks... and then make the boy a little merman plush.
>>6426269>Play the imperious and might sorceress, for you are no conjurer of cheap tricks... and then make the boy a little merman plush.
Giving notice: Updates will be spotty until Sunday due to my free time getting eaten by some guests.
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier 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 over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?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 voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427102I trust him to have a good working relationship with Frieza as his Destroyer eventually as well. The current dynamic between Beerus and Shin just isn't sustainable, so thank Kars for his inevitable ascension.
>>6426864>He's one potentially strong enough to survive that coldness inside. But he'd probably prefer to use his final technique and swap bodies with someone not touched and scarred by that cold as soon as possible.That’s very interesting. I thought, that after resurrecting the body, the blood would flow and then it would warm up the flesh and it would be good as it was before death. Though it seems that the effect of the Lifehunt’s chill remains and affects the body for a long time and is not easy to remove. >>6426894>Trying to transform into two disparate paths simultaneously, to combine the divine power of your Rosé form with the Golden power of King Cold's lineage.Incredible. If it works. >>6426895>“You're trying to brute force what cannot be forced. As if you're trying to use your power to and force water and oil to mix. While possible, it wouldn't be sustainable. Not for long, anyways.”>“I see. Then, how do I-? you start, only for you to suddenly feel it. A thrum through the very weave of reality, a surge of divine energy radiating from the mortal realm.I wonder what would Elder Kai say if the conversation was not interrupted by Meloka’s transformation. Would he reveal the way to combine Rose and Golden transformation? Meloka’s new power caused them to forget about it.>Her body shrinking down back to her normal size, her power growing inversely to her size, strength skyrocketing. Stronger than any divine energy you've ever felt come from a mortal.So it is a form that uses Divine Ki. Very interesting.>it seems that we must increase our own power, to keep our place of authority over the Saiyans. And they have just handed me the keys to overtake them.This is a great way to do it, but I wonder if Golden + Rose was a dead end, or would it work very well somehow after Elder Kai would share his knowledge on how to achieve it.>“Meloka, I'm right here. Your Karn's right here.” he says, and you see it. Immediate recognition dawns in her eyes, as she immediately regains control.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426864>And I get to show off my mad mspaint skills again>>6426899>Divine Mimicry.pngThat looks very nice. Your MsPaint power level have noticeably increased. >“Gwrrrrr! Hrrrrrrraaaaaaa! Haaaaaaah!” you roar as your being changes once more, power surging astronomically. >You feel your body start shrinking back down, reverting back to your normal size. However, as your size reverts, your power swells in proportion to how far you shrink. Your divine might growing exponentially by the second.Fascinating. It turns out Meloka’s newest transformation is a form that uses Divine Ki and has it in enormous amount. The “Rose Primal” (I don’t know if that’s correct name) also has massive Divine power. I’m very curious what those forms are capable of.It also reminds me of Strongest Meloka Black. She used Super Saiyan Rose 3 and she was insanely strong. If she wasn’t dead. Would her power be eclipsed by the newest forms that Meloka and Kars unlocked?By the way I can’t remember. Did Kars unlock Super Saiyan Rose 3 too?>“So. How shall we test this form's limits?”I’m curious about it too. Will it lead them back to Karn and Meloka? I mean visiting them to test it seems like it could be a good idea. That was very interesting intermission to read. Thank you for this.
12 hours until this episode continues, I hope you're ready!>>6426920You know Elder Kai, how he does NOT like the mortals.>>6426944It is possible. However, it isn't EASY.He is, but also not. He views himself as above and beyond both gods and mortals, as a higher being.Yes. They couldn't sense it. It isn't something you sense, but FEEL. It doesn't make Karn stronger, doesn't give a power boost to the user tapping into it.>>6427102Yes. His own arrogance and narcissism do play into him being a better deity than his predecessors. "I can do far better than them, and I'll prove it.">>6427137Also true. Kars respects Freeza, even though both think themself above the other. Which, long after Karn is gone, Freeza will have someone to push his limits.>>6427287Would require advanced magical knowledge and application to remove the Lifehunt's chill from a body. No current being in this reality possesses the knowledge to remove it.He might still pursue it, after learning the ins and outs of this form. The only question is at what cost to Kars and/or his plans.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427102>>6427137More than just their superior work ethics, the two of them would also be crazy powerful as respective deities of creation and destruction. Beerus is immeasurably powerful, yeah, but you'd expect a "Lord of Lords" of all life in the universe to be untouchable, not get gibbed by a space potato. Shin's fate in the Future Trunks timeline is sad, even for him.
Your name is Harold, you were born to a wretched family in a small and relatively unknown village somewhere in the countryside.Your family is that of farmers, as everyone else is in this village.The village's main yield is that of wheat, on a field owned by a lord somewhere in the region where you live.Life in your village is quite unexciting, with nothing much going on in the day-to-day your life is miserably boring.Toiling in the fields all day, eating only oats and bread with rarely any meat, filthy streets, and lousy deplorable drunkards, which are most of your home village's population.Added on to your misery is your loneliness, ever since you stopped being a little boy you didn't get along with much of anybody around you.You always though better of yourself than everyone around you, you couldn't stand living such a squalid life.Your mother always used to tell you fantastical stories when you went to bed, some were terrifying tales warning you not to go out or some woodland fairy or elf would take your soul, some were nice fables meant to teach you about life, and some were boring anecdotes, but your favorite stories were the great and fantastical ones.Stories where brave adventurers , stories where powerful wizards ,stories about ingenious rogues, so on and so forth.You reminisce on your favorite story..Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423164>1) The story where the knight slew the evil duke
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>3) The story where the rogue sneaked into the royal palace
>The story where the fox fucked up like a hundred ratsSo we like fantastical animal story's where weirdness wins out over mundanity huh.We are such a bored peasant hoping something cool happens to us it hurts. And i love it.
The storm has finally subsided. Of the dozen or so crewmen only six remain. The rest, including your aged captain, were swept away by the waves. As the second-in-command, and moreover, as the brother of the deceased captain, the men now naturally look to you for leadership. Though it is something you have dreamt about all your life, the loss of your brother leaves a bitter aftertaste. He was a hard, taciturn man, slow to laughter, but of cool temper and always fair-dealing with his crew. You hope to live up to his example.Speaking of the crew, it is clear they are in poor spirits. The suddenness of the storm and the magnitude of the destruction left in its wake have rendered them mute and listless. The karve, at least, is still yare and true. There was a small rent in the sail, which you will need to fix or replace the next time you're ashore, but the spare is working beautifully. The clouds have torn apart to distant clumps and there is a fair wind blowing from the east.Most important, the cargo and provisions are still fully intact. One of the morbid advantages of a reduced crew is that you can go quite a ways before needing to resupply.\ooD==/ship diagram key:`D` is the sail`o` is a full barrel of provisions, which feeds a dozen crew for 2 TURNS (double that for <8 crew)`=` is other trade goods (TBD next post)Your orders, captain?>"To Langholmen, to rest and recover awhile." Langholmen is close by [2 LEGS] and returning home for repose is sure to improve the crew morale [SHAKEN->>CONFIDENT]. Though it does mean delaying the unloading of your cargo, which comes with its own troubles.>"To Fjordheim, to dispose of the cargo." Fjordheim is your brother's former port of call. It is a large and populous town where anything can be bought and sold for the right price, though it is a bit distant [3 LEGS]. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425793>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.
>>6425793>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.Nice. Definitely have to unload all of our goods ASAP.
>>6425936+1
>>6425793>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.Our cargo is in demand so we dont have to rush.>There will be a trading expedition to the western lands in one monthDefinitely francia, but is it east or west?>A great host is gathering for an unknown purposeThe Great Heathen Army!
>>6425793>>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.
This is a story of lineages and organizations, of ill-defined martial arts and misremembered facts, of supernatural species and out of context foes ,of absurd abilities and gaudy outfits, dead dogs and inhuman parasites, non sequiturs and evil ubermensches, of continental treks and last second ass-pulls, intrigue and befriending (the nicer) enemies, of poorly utilized powers and mobsters of varying morality, of well-laid plans and the machinations of fate, of regaining what was lost and empowered tyrants, of amnesiacs and conspiracies, of delinquents and fortunes, and more..But foremost, this is a saga of the conflict between good and evil, light and dark. Of the will to protect and better oneself, and the will to subjugate and destroy. Of repugnant villains and the chivalric heroes who oppose them. The story I am about to tell is but a sliver of the whole of this quest, this odyssey, this… adventure.The year is 1960, November 3rd. It is a Thursday. This is when we will start our story, but first, a few notes. It is 955 AD. A woman whose name would translate into “Carved Tusk” from what would be later known as the Dorset Culture, in northwest Greenland, develops what would later be known as a stand, after drinking water that collected in the divots of a sacred meteorite. Translated, it would be known as「Song of Turning and Spinning」.Taking the form of a humanoid-seal scrimshaw figure, it would allow her to swap the souls of items, people, and animals, making bone as flexible as leather, leather as hard as bone, making snow animate with human movement, and humans as easy to break as snowmen. It is 960 AD, after defending her people from Thule invaders, she perishes after killing 100 enemy soldiers. She is the first Stand user in History to name their stand after a musical reference.In 1031 AD, Vikings fled settlements in what they referred to as Vinland, after the quantity and quality of grapes found there. This is due to attacks on the settlements, not by the native peoples referred to as “Skraelings” by the Vikings, but by a Mesoamerican Vampiric Lord. After stealing the face of a native wife of one of the colonists, she makes her way from Greenland, to Iceland, to Norway, bringing with her a quantity of stone masks. Hoping to escape fierce competition from other vampires in the new world(unbeknownst to her, there are also vampires and stone masks in the old world), she is defeated thanks to the efforts of a party consisting of a Tibetan monk, a Swedish Berserker, A Norman Noble, A Fatimid Scholar, a Kara-Khanid Archer, and several dozen helpful, precocious children. All of these individuals learn Hamon from the monk, (save the sidekicks) and do some whacky shit with it.
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>6425992Tallied, Writing>Sorry for the wait, graduated high school yesterday.
>>6426693I'm so sorry everyone, but I think I need to lurk more, and properly etch out a plot and characters. I will return to this idea in the future, but with more thought put into it.>(also I need to improve my all of it.)
>>6427016Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Thanks at least for giving it a try. Hope you take another swing at it or another quest in the future!
>>6427016It happens all the time, don't worry.
>>6427016I liked the OINGO BOINGO art.
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical deman! You are ONE second old! Yep, you just came into being right here right now. Yet some how you are not only fully grown, but you understand what you are. Along with what the world is, language, concepts like gravity, and even the birds and the bees! wow! What will your first action be on this bitch of an earth? >What do? - Contemplate how you came to be- Declare your dominance of earth land and sea to the heavens! - Find a big stick to use as a club- Become aware of your surroundings- Write in
>>6427300>- You love it! Its so you!
>>6427300- You love it! Its so you!
>>6427300>You love it! Its so you!
>>6427300>You love it! Its so you!Looks cute, comfy and practical. Now we need a second set of this, so we can wash it.
>>6427300Actually this does raise an interesting question: What is our CHA? And how can we find that out?
Ten years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Having returned from the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance Meeting, you welcomed the peace that was in Dawnholme. Sure there was a lot of paperwork and other small things to do, but all that could be handled. Most importantly you got to be with your family and didn't have to worry about every single thing.Though your life is anything, but boring. Contacted by Thrall, you set out to meet him. Instead of just him, you were roped into meeting some of the most notorious orcs of the Second War. Drek’Thar of Frostwolf Clan had called Grom Hellscream and the former Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer to join him. It was made clear to you that they would act next year with a goal of rescuing and freeing those held in the Internment Camps.As the autumn meeting arrived, first it was Lord Falconcrest who interrupted you, bringing a warning to not meddle with the Syndicate as the truce is in play. And now you are meeting someone whom you haven't seen in a long long time.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426955>>6426830supporting this
>>6426830While I Am thinking on it. Weren't we supposed to tell Beve about the orc activity? I thought we had votes for it in the discussion, or at least to bring it up. Its seems kind of important that she could have an opportunity of knowing chaotic times are ahead to kill their brother, whoever else was in the way, or not to get involved in anything that could get disrupted.
Update will come tomorrow evening, so plenty of voting time remaining. Mostly because the QM is busy carousing and to allow everyone to throw their opinions in.>>6427058Not enough votes or I didn't think it would be worth bringing it up. She would notice if the orcs are up to something.
>>6427178Just wondering would the retired soldiers be willing to go into the City Guard? Might be nice to save on 10 or 15 Peasants. A nice policy for soldiers to fall back on when their career ends. If we include any previous campaigns how many of our retired soldiers are in the city.Any chance for some kind of Wiklish TM oil powered scout zeppelin? Our terrain would probably merit it. Maybe call it something else, call them weather balloons lol.One more thing, how do Dark Irons keep their city fed? I'd imagine even Alric knows a bunch of their land is volcanic wasteland. I think Garrick's trade missions are admirable but importing a lot of food would be vulnerable to outside influences. Could be fun to grow mushrooms underground. In the mountain provinces? Hills?
>>6426830>-60 City Guards3 wealth>Tissandra of Stratholme, Charm Witch, 2 Wealth, Upkeep 1 Supply Per Season>Bertrand Reynolds, Occultist, 2 Supplies, Upkeep 1 Supply Per Season>Yes, 55 Peasants
Searing hatred, frigid darkness… the sins festering your soul should have condemned you to oblivion along with everyone else you loved and cherished and yet these fickle parameters that defined your essence were anchored to something more tangible. You could feel your own heartbeat in the great void that had successfully muted your other senses until now, a crack spreading like all directions around you…. the faint smell of freedom? Crash, thud, pitter-patter… a solid ground made from shattered dreams. Your reflection… failure . You had no reason to manifest after what you have done. Existence, heavy breathing, limbs too fragile to support your adult body….you were naked and afraid from the sea of nothingness surrounding you. You had no choice but to crawl towards the unknown away from the artificial womb that had given you a second chance in life, if you could call your pitiful existence a life worth living. You should have died long time ago with the rest of your timeline “That’s it my little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile? , come a little closer to Uncle Thaleon . Don’t be afraid, I am perfectly sane now for the sake of our next little game.” A disembodied hand beckoning you. A beacon of dread in the vast emptiness of this purgatory…you were drawn to such vileness whether you liked it or not. You… who were you? >Aoi Takahashi [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Short, Q-Clot gain: Medium]Exile background: Overwhelmed by her duties as a Fluxxer , Aoi was unable to even reach the first of four waves to oblivion dooming many timelines due to her sheer incompetence. Truth was, it was hardly her fault… her sole enemy was time and time only. Thaleon had taken interest in her forcing him to save her from such fate.Alpha Skill: Every combat encounter increase overall ATK by 10%, Every non-combat encounter increase overall Q-Clot by 10%>Kumi Kurasugi [Thaleon Counter: Low, Fluxxing Distance: Long, Q-Clot gain: Very Low]Exile background: Perhaps one of the few Fluxxers who pondered about whether Erebium was edible or not. It started with a few strips of immaterial flesh before the self-proclaimed Unborn gourmet would lose herself entirely. Amazed by her depraved gluttony, Thaleon would keep her one for something far more entertaining.Alpha skill: Special action in RESPITE encounter (Cook Unborn parts), Bosses take extra damage depending on the number of cooked Unborn.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426189>>6426190one more vote.
>>6426164>EXILE [+9% Thaleon Counter, ??? Part I]
>>6426189>>6426190>>6427155 EXILE “….?!” You found yourself staring at a mound of corpses that had materialized in front of you. Kumi-chan, Matsui, Rat King… all Fl-Exiles were stripped of their skin save for their heads in this landscape made from freshly torn skin stitched across this endless corridors and metallic growth that was somehow organic in nature. You too had no skin to cover your bleeding flesh, each and every step you took was accompanied by untold suffering inside this nightmarish maze. “You did this to us…” “Failure…failure…” “No future, only Unborn and crimson…” The corpses of your friends would start crawling towards you at an eerily steady pace. Their flayed bodies would create an avalanche of gore racing towards you. You could only run in terror until you had reached a dead end. Was this the end for you? The hatch beneath your skinless feet was your only chance to escape. No ladder…just bleak darkness down below. With the horde of limbs closing in on you, you had no choice but to jump downwards to the unknown.“AARGRRGHH!!!” Your legs, shattered and broken upon impact against solid ground. You could only crawl like a bloody snail towards the single source of light in a very dark room. It was then when you could finally see them…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427174>Wear HDE’s skin [+10 MAX HP, Random Alpha Skill]Alpha skill is too good to pass up
>>6427174>Wear HDE’s skin [+10 MAX HP, Random Alpha Skill]Might want to accept less than 3 votes.
