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You are Tristain d’Rusalka, current regent and perhaps future king of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Morfis. And you’re in trouble. After 1000 years of imprisonment, the ‘Great Leviathan’, Ernest, has been released. A seemingly invincible dragon created by the Goddess herself, Ernest seeks nothing short of the total destruction of Morfis. Leading a coalition of the best and brightest from across the known world, you have but a few days to stop the crazed Nabatean and his growing army of mutated beasts before he detonates an ancient weapon of destruction that will wipe out all life on the continent.And assuming you are victorious, one final challenge awaits you. A matter of the heart that has been pushed off for too long, and must finally be settled.>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 50 King (MAX Level)HP: 92/92Strength: 49Magic: 35Speed: 37Defense: 44Resistance: 38Luck: 41>Skills:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452395It has been two days since the release of Ernest from Tartarus, and the utter havoc that followed in his wake. Though Morfis was still standing, much of the city had been ruined following the dragon’s rampage. You’d managed to restore some sense of calm to the people of the city by promising to destroy the dreaded monster that haunted their history, but tensions were still razor sharp. And no one was feeling that more than you. Your body was still wracked with soreness from the siege, and yet somehow, you were supposed to find a way to defeat the ancient Nabatean, a creation of the Goddess herself. To make matters worse, that wasn’t the only problem you’d found yourself facing.You were perceptible enough to notice that Princess Yulia had grown somewhat frigid with you following the address you and her had given to the people of the city. You believe you had an idea as to why, and it wasn’t entirely just from the shock of her suddenly being thrust into the world. That day, the people of the city had been chanting your names. They expected a grand display of affection from their future king and queen. Instead though, you decided not to make a move on her. Yulia was still as polite as ever with you, and she perhaps had more faith than anyone that you would be victorious. But gone were the fleeting looks she would steal your way. It was almost as if she were struggling with the possibility of rejection.Even facing the end of the world, women were still women.Yulia was sitting next to you, inside a small chamber within the Royal College. She was still not looking at you. On your other side was your cousin, Bronte. The Royal Palace had been almost completely destroyed, but the College was still relatively intact. As such, it served as a makeshift throne and planning stage for your assault on Ernest, which would have to be within the next few days. Standing in the room at attention was the captain of one of Fodlan’s most renowned mercenary companies, the Frosted Shrikes. Their captain, Elnora, had been tasked with scouting the whereabouts and ongoings of Ernest following his departure from the capital. Having made her return just a few moments earlier, she was now making her report.“The wyrm has made his landing in northern Morfis, amidst the scattered rubble of a place the locals evidently referred to as the Triet Ruins,” Elnora states. You doubted that when your aunt had hired her, she ever expected things to grow this bizarre. Still, she somehow managed to maintain a professional and composed air. Perhaps she figured she and the rest of her pegasus knights could fly back to Fodlan should things go south. “I use the past tense purposefully. The dragon has smashed the ruins to pieces, and he and his monsters work to dig something from beneath the sands.”
>>6452397>“That location is approximately where Pyrrhus said the Agarthan ICBMs were located,” You recall. A long time ago, Cassius had once offered to take you to Morfis through an alternate path which would have led through Triet. Perhaps you could have found this airship and its ICBMs back then, though you doubt you’d have known what you looked upon. “You mentioned his monsters. I recall him fleeing Morfis with only two at his side.”“There are at least two dozen more now.” Elnora says, referring to the Crest Beasts that Ernest had created.>“He made over twenty more?! In such short order? How!”“Triet had a small staff dedicated to protecting and uncovering the mysteries of the ruins,” Bronte says, biting her thumb in worry. “From how his blood works, it’s possible he force fed it to those who were present, and bound them to him.”“Such a horrible monster…” Yulia shudders.“Half of the dragons work tirelessly at digging up whatever their goal is,” Elnora says. “The other half patrol the skies about a mile above Triet. I would be lying if I said that my pegasus knights and I went unnoticed, but the beasts did not attack or pursue us. I believe they will only move to violence should someone approach the ruins within that mile.”You had planned to use the Scorchers and the Shrikes for an aerial drop of your strongest, but the addition of more Crest Beasts would now make that more difficult.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452398>>B): Speak with YuliaPoor Yulia. I would like her to be happy, shes just a funny little shutin nerd princess.
>>6452398Welcome back! "Extremely limited time"... "Generous estimation" was a week. Let`s say with the help of all Beasts digging it is 5. 2 already passed. If we are to fight him not near Morfis(so he wouldn`t just blow it up), this is also travel time, even on wyverns/pegasi. So, its either our last "free" day, or more probably would have exactly one more.So, some things to clarify.1) Are all of this actions consume a full day?2) Is our treasury still 800g barren? And if not after selling some loot - would it still be possible to catch Anna? 3) May still holding onto that Spirit Dust, isn`t she?
Doomed princes, cunning vagabonds and greedy mercenaries try to prevail in a decaying world. Amongst all men You are Doomed to Greatness, cursed and blessed in equal measure. You will learn: There is no Truth but that of Eternal struggle. You were born to a people considered… >Barbarians >Decadant >Civilized>Please roll 1d20 when you vote.
>>6452390>A warlock carried you out of the palace, the blood of the purple-born was valued deeply in the arcane circles. He got as far east as the hill country. There an assassin of the mountains killed him on the road and took you for his order.I like this vibe.
>>6452390>Your father gave you to a pair his Northmen bodyguards, to safeguard and carry you beyond the great river to your Aunt who had married one of their Kings. Their god sworn oaths forbade them to kill you. But the whispers that haunted them compelled them to open their own throats. You were left crying among the trees and something in the wood took an interest.Spooky...
>>6452390>Your father gave you to a pair his Northmen bodyguards, to safeguard and carry you beyond the great river to your Aunt who had married one of their Kings. Their god sworn oaths forbade them to kill you. But the whispers that haunted them compelled them to open their own throats. You were left crying among the trees and something in the wood took an interest.Yeah this is based.
>>6452410Would be kino.
>>6452390>A warlock carried you out of the palace, the blood of the purple-born was valued deeply in the arcane circles. He got as far east as the hill country. There an assassin of the mountains killed him on the road and took you for his order.I love demons holy shit.
You are the Dark Lord come again, the black hand that moves unseen in the shadows. The lidless eye that strips bare all secrets and commands fear with a single glance. The encroaching shadow, which shall surely grind all hope to dust beneath its weight. The master of doom and lord of all the earth. Or at least, you used to be.You were cast down, locked away, and forgotten, but evil always finds a way. After aeons of imprisonment, your power has begun to stir once more, whispering tempting promises of power and conquest into the ears of those who would soon become your mortal followers upon this planet. Now, as you slowly regain your strength and influence, the time will come to reclaim your title as the lord of the earth and once again reign supreme over all. The world has already been touched by your might, and mortal realms will soon tremble at your return, bowing before your dark and formidable presence.Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewAbove you, the greatest wedding in all the realm was happening, as young Prince Zahu-ir was to be wedded to the beautiful Lady Zahiryra, who, unbeknownst to most, was a member of the Snake Cult. Your own personal followers who had been seeping into the machinery of government for well over five decades by now. Both because it served your cause and as revenge against he who laid low your first attempt at building a puppet state. By perverting his own descendants, you would see his line ensnared and enslaved to your will, a fitting punishment for his insolence.But you weren't at the wedding; no, you were several storeys below, in the bowels of the palace. Overseeing the 'interrogation' of the wretch Kamal, who tried to overthrow his father just a few short days before the wedding of his own brother!Oh the scandal! You had made certain of it that all the realm had heard from it, and how this devious plot had been foiled by the heroic efforts of none other than the ever-loyal vizier and his guards. Who had arrested and incarcerated the rapscallion Kamal in the opening stages of his vile plot?
>>6452260Hmm...Our relations with the Shahdom are positive and they pose no threat, for now. They are also directly contiguous to the Sultanate, so conquering them may make the westerners wary. This would improve our income by a wide margin.The nomads are prolific raiders and infamously prone to infighting. They would be a challenge to conquer head-on, but that might not be necessary. This would give us access to seasoned horse archers and isolate the Shahdom for easier occupation.The dwarves are a nightmare to siege and little better to subvert, but they are rich and powerful. Conquering them would alarm our neighbors but might be worth it for the sheer wealth they have on offer.The Tsardom seems a bit isolated and would give us more of what we already have. That is, troops and gold. It's a comfortable choice that shouldn't be too extreme, both in gains and backlash. It also gives us passage to the demon-infested north, which could be useful.The Rajahs are fractious and far away. Their wealth is substantial, their war elephants are strong, and they would open routes to go farther south and recruit more exotic troops. The biggest problem is the logistics, as we don't have control over the bay of Blughus and transporting armies to assist us would be rather difficult. It is also a far enough target that conquering them would, if anything, inspire some suspicion.>Those settled men must be driven off over the mountains; for this, the nomads shall serve me wellI think the horse archers will serve us best. They are nearby, immediately useful at war, and will make the future conquest of the otherwise formidable Shahdom much easier. It could be worth vassalizing them for plausible deniability, but that's arguably less useful than integrating the horse archers into our forces. What do you guys think?
>>6452260>Those settled men must be driven off over the mountains; for this, the nomads shall serve me well.The dwarves are the real threat. We must save them for last, when no hope remains.
>>6452292>Those settled men must be driven off over the mountains; for this, the nomads shall serve me well
>>6452260>The dwarves are the real threatinstead of smoking them out, though, I'd prefer to infiltrate them. We have the means to do it (we can shapeshift) and it would be good to see what sort of tech they have.
>>6452260>Those settled men must be driven off over the mountains; for this, the nomads shall serve me well.
You are the Captain of The Space Station.You will have a choice, and perhaps another; and then another, and another more.None of them are hard to take, as they may be to live with.Just know: It takes more than guts to run a station; you'd dare say, even, that you could benefit from losing some.
>>6451672> "That's enough, Sergent." - Begin Interrogation of suspects / Give Sergent Mundstock a break>Scold the Lizard before it continues further, scare it away from the head at once. "AWAY YOU"
>>6451854* Action Token : "AWAY YOU"With a hiss, the lizard drops the fork embarassingly and with a rapid and epileptic motion of tailless salamander, slips away upon the your barked threat of having him court martialed.The lizard was uglier up close. Even so, your heart feels small. Hmm.. cow heart... You hope the cook's snot isn't too wrecked.
He who is eagerly hungryand to all craving gives inhas been prey to gluttonyo' deadly deadly sin>>6452077
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Roll up, roll up, questies and questers, as we venture into uncharted territory for the purpose of fun, creativity, and questy goodness! “But Bones, you magnificent devil, you,” you might be asking, “Aren’t you running a quest already? What are you playing at, you handsome rogue?”The game is simple–hell, you’ve probably played it before! We’re going to run a collaborative quest using one of the most important rules in Improv:‘Yes, AND!’What is ‘Yes, And’, you might ask? An unspoken agreement by two or more actors when creating a scene: if someone establishes a detail, be it a character, a setting, or something else, then that detail is now fact! Your improv partner establishes you’re on a submarine? Up Periscope! Your partner calls you ‘darling’ and gushes over how beautiful your wedding ceremony was? ‘Yes, snookums’!But why? Why not ‘NO, ACTUALLY’? Well for starters, it makes the scene flow better–your partner (or you, perhaps) have a scene idea in mind… swapping it up will bring the scene to a screeching halt… and nothing’s worse than a stalled skit!So here’s how this quest is gonna work: you, yes, you, are going to work with other would-be QMs in writing a QUEST! That’s right–characters, settings, twists, turns… all of it will be entirely up to the players! In order to play, however, heed closely…THE INSTRUCTIONS:>1) We will start by posting a couple of setting ideas. These should be vague–preferably a sentence or two at most. For example: ‘Trapped on a Deserted Island’, ‘Minimum Wage Frycook in Hell’, or ‘Paycheck-to-paycheck Space Bounty Hunter’. If you like someone’s idea, +1 it! This will help us decide what to go with. That’ll be our starting point!>2) If you have an idea for an update, reply to the most recent post with the word ‘TAG’. Whoever replies to the post first gets to write the next update! If one QM appears to be dominating, however, we might make an executive situation to pass it off to the second replier to keep things interesting.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452297Idk man
>>6452286No yeah, they are SAVAGES. Sure, we are ruled over by petulant, egomaniacal, homicidal maniac, but they eat bread while eating pasta, eat snails and frogs and a hot drink made out of grounded burnt acorns!!! WHO DOES THAT?! >>6452283Also, this.
>>6452243Chill twin, chill. He's not accusing you, he's laying a timeline to explain things to you. You just misread the room is all, it's no biggie.
>>6452243>>6452346Yeah man, I genuinely don't want you to feel attacked anymore than I think you want me or anyone else to feel unconsidered with our votes - this is a more challenging exercise than a normal quest and I think alternating QM every update makes it even harder than if the turnaround was a little longer, like every third or fourth post, so there is already a bit of momentum/continuity baked in. With a game like this I expect there will be more updates that cause a little static, whenever I get around to tagging in I very well might be responsible for one. I suppose I just wanted to clarify that while I see your angle, for me, those two points of subversion felt too sudden and executive. But I don't even think it was a flatly 'bad' update, which is why I supported the write-in option, so we could utilize it but still get somewhere more aligned with the prior votes. Your art is based and so are you for putting in the effort to contribute twfold.
>>6452348'ppreciate it man, I like to think of myself as a chill dude, but sometimes I take stuff too personally (story of my life man)Heading off for the night, see y'all in eight hours
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.
QM UPDATEHave a family gathering this coming weekend, so no SCQ this weekend. Hopefully we'll be back next weekend, ready to continue.>>6451407She's already learned that not the smart ones, but those wise enough to use it for good are who she should show. Her own power has made her VERY aware of cause and effect, and several orders out potential complications. Her power meant she had to learn very early the responsibility such power comes with.Maybe I'll add an ages pastebin, after Granolah and the new year begins.Ha.Ow. Halo three was one of the games of my high school years. Man I'm old.
>>6450726>“No, I am here to return Puddin, when her visit's over with her father.”Wow.>“Not HERE here, they're not on your world. They're back on “Mr. Popo”s planet, the one named Earth that Goku, Bardock's second son, called home in most realities.” he clarifies.Our Karn’s timeline is such a massive anomaly compared to the canon Dragon Ball timeline. >“She has been putting in good work lately, and got to come spend time with her old man. Interesting, so she now works for Mechikabura. I bet someone with such unique talents as Puddin is doing some important tasks.>Speaking of, he sends you his regards, Karn. And said that, when you fight Granolah, to not go all-out from the start. Because the first Granolah you fight won't be the strongest one.”Wow. That’s some very interesting information. Without that natural 100 it could be a surprise for Karn. Good to know this, even though it’s very vague.>>6450736>That's the special information you all got for the crit, don't forget it.I won’t.>>6450756>“FINAL FLASH!!” Kayle roars, unleashing a massive golden beam. But Maz sees this coming, throwing his arms wide.>“BARRIER!” he roars, forming a shimmering shield of energy. His shield stops her attack from reaching him, angling the beam around him and away into the sky harmlessly. Then, as Kayle's attack ends, Maz doesn't drop his Barrier. Then, unleashes an attack you weren't aware he knew while keeping his shield up. Raising his left hand, flicking his first two fingers up, a massive blast detonates all around Kayle.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6451044>And that's it for this weekend, everyone enjoying the quality time with the family?Yes. Very much.>What do you think of both sets of twins' different training methods,Both very good, but different. Though Tatsu and Tomi are unique and what they do is something almost nobody can copy.>and Okira's massive undertaking.Fantastic.>Ready to see what everyone else is up to?Sure. After all children of Meloka it will be time to visit Towa’s children. >And are you ready to see why Milha was no longer an option on the list of contacts?Yes.By the way is anyone using Ultra Super Saiyan or maybe some variant of it among the Saiyan population these days? Or is this form considered a dead end that nobody pursues? Is almost everyone instead focused on getting higher pure Super Saiyan forms like Super Saiyan one, two, or three and others?
Favorite move of all time, lads?For me, it's the human extinction attack. Buu was on crack to be able to track so many energy signatures and set each ball to home in on them.
>>6452361Destructo Disc. I'm a sucker for razor sharp energy attacks and I found it really awesome that it could punch so far above its weight (until they nerfed it in the Cell Saga and Jiren shat all over it)
General links of varying importance.Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/AdlershorstDeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/adlershorstArchive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Settler%20Lord%20QuestIt was the morning, quite early in fact. The sun shone through the window as the bells in the city and chapel rang six times. Somewhat reluctantly, you rose from your canopy bed. Your wife remained in for a while longer, but her presence would be required as well. From your bedchamber you went to your drawing room, where you prayed in private before eating the simple breakfast already prepared. It wasn't the official breakfast; that would come within a few hours, but you needed sustenance before beginning your day. As you finished your meal, you could hear the unfolding of cloth and clinking of jewellery.Normally you wouldn't wear something like this; you and your family preferred clothes which could withstand some exercise. No, indoorsman the Adlershorsts never were, and all the better for it. But the occasion demanded it, and so you chose opulence over practicality. You took a look at the clothing. All silk from Mithras, intricately embroidered with gold thread, an ermine cloak to be draped over it, the crown jewels had been brought from the vaults as well, which explained why a Knight of the Argent Swan was in attendance as well. You wouldn't wear it right away, of course. The coming landtag would bring all the great lords, bishops, and lord mayors to their king; it would be the first time in years that they would all be gathered in one place.Turning back to your clothing, you made certain the white gloves still fit around your hands and that the rings still fitted on your gloved fingers. Before taking it all off, so you could be dressed in your regular attire for the day. Formal breakfast would be ready at eight, so you went to your solar to work away at some paperwork.Parchment and paper, calligraphy both sophisticated and crude. If it weren't for the scribes from the chancellery, your desk would have collapsed from the weight long ago. In a lot of ways, the news of a landtag had electrocuted the magnates of the realm into a mass migration to the capital. You didn't need a network of spies to see the streets crowded with litters and carriages carrying nobles from all corners of the kingdom. And judging from the white ship in the harbour, the elves had sent a delegation as well.Most had elected to simply hire a room in a high-class inn or use their townhouse for such an occasion. Others, poorer of means or perhaps from further afield, simply raised their pavilion outside the city walls, creating a makeshift camp of luxurious tents and banners. The atmosphere was like that of a tournament, though there would be no melee or joust today.
>>6451572>>I shall see what he has to say, but I have no intention to concede on anything.
>>6451572>Compromise is what governs all nations of the planet; I am prepared to make certain concessions.Hear them out first.
>>6451572>Compromise is what governs all nations of the planet; I am prepared to make certain concessions.
Compromise was what kept realms, families, and marriages united. If you want to take something, you better be ready to give something. Reluctant though you were, you knew you needed to give something in return. Which is why you had to discreetly send a runner with a note to Count Ekbert von Helsenwangen, the leader of the delegation. He was the speaker for the duration of the ordeal, and while his plan for the Landtag might have been foiled, you knew better than to try to deal too harsh a blow; his conservative faction might have been beaten here, but it wasn't broken, and you didn't want to stain your reign with rebellion and civil war. No, far better to at least try and let them go with something for their trouble.You awaited him in your library, an impressive collection even by royal standards, though Sophia had brought in a large section on arcane tomes and other such sorcerous texts that you had never taken much interest in. As he entered, you gestured for him to take a seat while a page poured two glasses of wine. "Leave us." Two words, and the page bowed and left. "You have quite the collection." He began. "Indeed, many of these are treatises on one subject or another, though chivalric romance and epics are always welcome on my shelves." He chuckled, "It was clever of you to play us off against each other, but surely you must know that it won't be the end of it." As he sipped his wine, you could see a glint of respect in his eyes. "We have to thank our gods for being blessed with such shrewd kings," he remarked. "But remember, your line isn't the only one which has great ties to this land." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452322>I am willing to turn all of your enfeoffed fields and properties into a proper estate, owned directly by you, and not enfeoffed to the crown, but not the castles, though.As feudalism fades, so does the old nobles' traditional economic base. Transitioning them into landed elite preserves their status and security while royal officials can take over taxation, justice, infrastructure, central administration, et cetera. I also think it would be a good final gift for helping Dietrich I's rebellion.
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical demon! After being born you did a little rampaging and conquering. Now, that you are several months older and wiser, you are just following the wind and going where adventure takes you.
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>6452350Put our all into it!
Rolled 6 (1d10)>>6452350I love rolling dice :D
>>6452349dang, hope the pupper is ok
>>6452349Pets are stressful sometimes... I hope all's well.
Rolled 1 (1d10)>>6452350Best of luck with your dog QMAbout a month ago my family's puppy went missing and we were broken until we managed to find him a week later
Escher Intuition. The power to become perfectly attuned to your environment by intuiting it's dimensions to a granular level. You manifested this gift at an unusually young age, and it has shaped every part of your life. It helped you amass a fortune, enough to purchase a hotel in the heart of Tokyo. A narrow twelve-story building squeezed between newer towers; its polished lobby still clings to the elegance of another era. The rooms are impeccably maintained despite the building's age, but beneath them the basement has long since been overrun by angry yokai. Imperfect or not, it is yours.You are Takeuchi Kotaro (竹内虎太郎), a tiger-spliced moreau. A hybrid of human and animal, engineered from the best genes of both. At least, that's what you've been told. For years, you have secretly investigated the conspiracy that claimed your parents' lives. They were scientists working for Astellas Pharma, a powerful multinational corporation specializing in antifungal medicine, organ transplantation, and moreau research. Internationally renowned, they stood at the forefront of their field. Their greatest creation was... you.You were born in a sterile research chamber rather than a hospital. After years of observation and testing, researchers concluded that you lacked the life-shortening defects that plague other moreaux. Soon afterward, your parents formally adopted you and brought you out of the facility. Not long after, they were murdered. The case went cold years ago, but now you have the resources to reopen it. The trail winds through multinational finance, private laboratories, and local criminal syndicates. You intend to uncover what truly happened to your family. And when you do, you'll make those responsible pay.In this era, the wealthy can purchase cybernetic implants that, combined with robotics, gene therapy, and biochemical serums, push human capability beyond its natural limits. The price is often one's humanity, health, or sanity.At present, you possess a single implant. Choose one:>Combat Implant: An automated adrenaline delivery system that triggers during life-threatening situations, granting a great boost in physical performance, followed by a period of great exhaustion.>Reflex Implant: A neural overclocker that grants superhuman reflexes at the cost of temporary cognitive burnout.>Datajack: A neural port implanted in the neck for direct network access. It can interface with drones, autonomous vehicles, and Matrix entry points, though each use carries a risk of dangerous electrical feedback.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448299Combat ImplantImplanting cybernetics is a reference to cyberpunk 2077
The people hunger for cyberpunk. Don't flake.
Hey, everyone. My Internet connection was down, but now it's been restored. Update in a few hours.
Wuxian...
>>6448299>Memory Crystal: A storage implant embedded in the brain's left hemisphere, providing perfect recall and downloadable skills at the cost of diminished social and verbal ability.this seems cool. download any skill we want. basically a savant autist who is good at avoiding eye contact
Chambered lanterns line the narrow, smoothly carved walls. The dim lighting covers only enough area for you to barely see where you're walking, while the guards make sure to stand behind you and keep watch.That's right—you were arrested by the palace guard, caught in the act after a heist gone wrong and robbed of any chance of getting out of this hellhole.The very people who now have you in chains are the same ones who found your family the first time. Your family was forced into servitude under a very wealthy minor house, the Ducards. They were a prominent family from a major faction in their homeland, though compared to the powerful nobles who had recently expanded into the western lands, they were merely minor lords in a realm of constant political power struggles.Making sure you can't get up to anything, the two guards stop in their tracks for a moment."Stop where you are!" one of them shouts. The command in their voice resonates throughout the narrow corridor.You have no choice but to freeze. There's little other option besides death, and what you were just caught doing will earn you nothing less than a death sentence. The irony isn't lost on you as you stare at the floor in shame.The guard leading from the front walks up to you. They place a hand on your bare shoulder from behind, as if trying to hold you in place."When you enter, you're not to look him in the eyes. You are to know your place—a dog by comparison," the guard tells you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448513>>I wish for our freedom, powerful Djinn
>>6448513I am split regarding my decision but I think that having a Djin ally will be the most beneficial>I wish for our freedom, powerful Djinn
>>6448513Who where we hired by anyways?
>>I wish for our freedom, powerful Djinn
The rash of abandoned quests here lately is fucked. Some are wuxslop but some felt promising. Either way it's a waste of space on the catalog.
Senjou Azami, age 18. Former 'ane-san' of the extinct Sumi gang.Former Chevalier to Lady Hathor of the Arkadian KingdomCurrent ward of the state residing at Takamichi Group Home. Items: 270,000 yen.Tailored Suit - Gives a temporary benefit Refined Looks - Clothes makes the woman. The 'katagi' civilians are more inclined to trust such a well-dressed, respectful-looking young woman. You sometimes even get mistaken for a young elite of some sort.Fool's Bracer - 1 charge left. Temporarily renders user invisible and occasionally injects Disquiet to user at random intervals to corrupt them. Business: Jinta Workshop - A small Sumi owned machine shop attached to a scrapyard. It even has a small dormitory and office for workers to crash for the night if necessary. One of the last businesses owned outright by Lady Sumi. Presently, it brings enough to breakeven.Allies:Godmother Sumi Kayo - Your boss who runs the bar 'Last Chance' and tries to take care of the remnants of the Sumi gang. Owns a few businesses and can call in favors. Gives you jobs to accomplish.Officer Kanda Reo - Corrupt petty police officer who used to work with the Sumi gang as an informant. He is willing to exchange info with you for favors and goods. Likes rice balls with honey sweetened umeboshi.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6450043It's rutrackerIt's one of the main forums for piracy>>6449953>Recommended:>Memory: 16 GB RAM>Graphics: GeForce RTX 2060Taken from steamHoly shit
>>6450214I haven't played it yet to judge if those specs are appropriate, as I have a 1650 Ti, but I have been repeatedly and emphatically told that this game is "peak fiction"
Sorry for the delay. My mother accidentally food poisoned the household. Niagara falls through a straw was the general state of the household.
>>6451631Yet another instance of the QM Curse being real and targeting you specifically. I hope things get better for you QM
>>6451631Yikes. Feel better soon.
You live in a church carved into the roots of the western mountains, where jagged peaks rise like the teeth of a dragon. Beyond those mountains lies the Wasteland, a harsh and endless steppe of yellow grass beneath a gray sky. No laws rule that land. Only monsters, savage tribes of orcs, and endless cycles of raids, blood feuds, and slaughter. The god you worship is Glax, the orc god of hatred and cannibalism. At the youngest age, you were chosen as an antipaladin candidate. Nineteen other orcs were chosen alongside you, but you alone survived. The others, you killed and devoured, violating the one true taboo of orc society: the eating of orc flesh. In your world, there is only darkness.The shamans are gathered in the great hall, a cold chamber of rough stone carved deep into the mountain. You kneel before the Great Shaman, an old orc whose magic is mighty, and whose wisdom is spoken of with reverence."Azdakh bears the Hand That Rots. Azdakh has been chosen by Glax."The Rotting Touch, your antipaladin gift. Once each day, by channeling your pure hatred, you can make living flesh decay, even perish. The power awakened on its own after you slew the last of the remaining candidates.The shaman presents you with a blade, a massive two-handed sword, broad and heavy, its hilt adorned with a skull. It is the mark of your station as an antipaladin. The other orcs will scorn you, or fear you. Yet when war comes, you will lead them as their general. For antipaladins are despised, chosen not for brute strength, but for cunning and cruelty, while orcs honor raw strength above all else. Antipaladins are feared because they wield dark magic that raises them above ordinary warriors, though few understand the source of its power.Then comes a suit of black steel armor. From this day onward, wherever you walk, you will wear it. Always armored. Always ready for battle. You don the armor, and the Great Shaman uncorks a vial of blood, pouring it over the black steel."This armor is baptized in blood. May it forever be drenched in the blood of our enemies."The shamans begin their chant. You have little patience for their rituals. If you possessed the strength, you would butcher them where they stand. But their magic still surpasses yours, for now. Rage stirs within you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6449552Reptoid didn't invent the concept, and so far this quest only seems superficially similar to me.
>>6450009you underestimate wux desperate craving for attention from retarded lolcows
>>6450021Apparently not since as soon as RQM was mentioned the thread died.
>>6452006Wux has no creativity or discipline, this was always about trolling reptoid, just like rape quest being about trolling observer. It was always going to be quitted when he realized he didn't really want to write somebody else's story.
>>6449105+1
ANOTHER PARALLEL.IN THIS:SOLVE MYSTERIES. FIGHT OR SPARE. CONSUME VARIOUS ITEMS. WEAR ARMORS. BUILD ONE HUMAN. DISCOVER OTHERS. RIVER PERSON. SEE PAST THE DARK. EXPERIMENT. DRAIN IT.
Before you fully exit the shop, another Employee says one thing to you. Their mouth wobbles but doesn't open, something pooling in your shoes. Drool? You're frozen in place, lungs unable to run. Your eyes drift, unfocused. With eyes you hear:>"">"You don't know this.">"Most places aren't outfitted for traditional SHOPs.">"If you want to buy stuff there, don't pull the person at the desk into a SHOP. People aren't trained for them, and you'll just end up starting a FIGHT.">"The same way people aren't trained for CHECKs.">"">"">"Or the INVENTORY.">"It's a good thing the people here won't question it.">"">"">"">""Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The soup is good. It is, in fact, the best thing you've ever tasted in your entire life. It's thick enough that it could probably count as a stew rather than a soup. Some kind of brown broth or gravy supports potatoes, leaves, and some kind of vegetable you don't recognize.You can feel your mouth salivate at the mere scent. You're thankful it comes with a spoon.It is very, very good soup. It's difficult to make no noise while eating it because it's so good. It is difficult to describe how good this soup tastes. The meat has a deep undertone of... something, and is salted perfectly. You didn't know anything could taste like anything, let alone anything this good. It's difficult to be careful while eating. You take another bite, feeling yourself salivate more, able to anticipate moments ahead where you'll be tasting it.You're done in what feels like seconds but was probably a minute or more. Finishing it leaves you more aware of the gaping whole in your stomach. You can still taste the meat and gravy on your tongue, fading fast, and your tongue slips along your teeth and gums to find even a trace of the soup left within your mouth. It's not magic, you're still hungry. Your mouth almost feels staticky? or spiky? Your body makes you intimately aware of the fact that you were eating and are now not eating. You chew at nothing in an attempt to bring back the flavor, in vain hope that some residue has been left in your mouth.You really really really want another soup. You do not need another soup. In a mythic feat of willpower, you do not go and buy four more soups. +7HP (14/20)You now have an empty soup bowl.
You shift your attention to the Map in your inventory. As if moving on your own, your hands shift to somewhere dark and out of sight before bringing it out.It's too wet to read, but you flatten it out on the table and try to pat the liquid out with some napkins.With this, it's slightly more decipherable.One side is your creation, probably only understandable in the DARK. Here, it's indecipherable scribbles, but there you used it to keep track of your location and your surroundings. It probably won't be useful to you now.The other side is divided into two parts. One half is some kind of technical diagram depicting a machine. You don't know enough to decipher its meaning. It's probably relevant somehow.The other part is a top-down map of an area you don't recognize. The outer edges seem to be at a larger scale than things closer to the center, with squares separating levels of magnification. you're not sure how much information is being cut out between square transitions.The second- most internal layer is some kind of floorplan, and the largest external layer seems to be some kind of highway map. Milling and Bluffborough are probably both on here somewhere, but you haven't been to enough places to know where they would be.You're careful not to eat your map.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6450436Probably maybe ask the employee, I suppose
>>6450436>probably only understandable in the DARK.Oh that's quite simple. Find someplace with no light and CHECK the map. Why not? Maybe that somewhere dark and out of sight... No.While here, though...Try to listen with your eyes again. Maybe...If that doesn't help, go bother the employee. Surely they've dealt with worse. And a map may prove interesting for their day.Therefore,>PRESENT YOUR MAP TO THE EMPLOYEE AND ASK QUESTIONS IN REGARDS TO THE MAP AND WHAT THEY CAN RECOGNIZE.Also I don't think we ever heard your mission. Shall we hear it, then? Come on.
Game has The following resources:Extractable: Metals - everything that's not helium and hydrogen - can be produced from volitiles and energyVolitiles - helium and hydrogenEnergy - light and warmth and stuffRare extractable:Strings - needeed to do stuff that breaks laws of physics - precursors (TM) built the ftl lanes with it. (with enough tech players can use it to connect outside the cluster systems too so as long as you don't annoy me the map is infinite)Psi - can be harvested from one star and from your population - magic wizard power.Neutronium - raw neutrons - artificial gravity and exotic matter sheninigans - visit a pulsarNational:WorkforceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6451023>Action 1: Nearest Place to Heaven (BIG INVESTMENTS, AND I DO MEAN THE WORD BIG)While the discovery of whatever happened to the space probe we have sent has been immediatly censored and covered up. Big corpos and politicians dont give a shit, thus after 'careful' considerations...the construction of the largest orbital station in existence (we all know we'll get o'nell cylinders later in the roleplay) will be made, using materials mined directly from asteroids... Nicknamed the 'Crystal Palace', this megastation will be used for...gambling, average corpo activities and overall living a life of excess will the poorfags suffer.To cheapen up the constructions, bhatarians (indians) workers will be used for non-compromising construction of the station and paid barely anything (more than in their home region), while AI and 'white people' are used for more sensitive structures of the space station. the bhatarians will then be sent back to their slums.>Action 2: Construct another space probe (small investment.)with standardized production of a interstellar space probe, we have decided to construct a new one and send it to the same location, of course this will be kept a secret as we are curious to know and learn what those people are and why they look..like us, of course we'll just study their signals, what technology they use and whatnot, not like we can understand them.
>>6450271We now have taken our first steps into the sea of stars! The future is bright, and the Hegemony is abuzz with what has been wrought yet still more is needed to be done for us to truly call the system entire our home.Action 1. The Exploratory Fleet, while a Triumph of Gorminon engineering, leaves something to be desired in terms of actual detailed information gathered. The Hegemony begins work on attending to this via a research project into projectile sensor probes, able to be fired from the Fleet's meager armaments, that can expand both the scope and detail of information that can be fathered safely from any system it travels too...Action 2. Mining the moon (Long Action) With The first step towards being a spacefaring race achieved, now comes the hardest part, feeding it. To that end, Gorm's solitary moon is approached, so that it may be mined of resources.4chan being a shitScout action:Scout to the southeast more
>>6451022Pirates. We haven't even left our home system properly yet, and already there's defectives. Did they hit a bad break of solar wind and experience a mass-event upset? Wish that were the case, it'd make things simpler. But these sorts have been floating around ever since we could "see". Since we first parsed the material layer's existence, there have been radical Daemons that wanted to break out, claim their own subnet of it. Cynic models calculate that this is just the start. Start-ups, revolutionaries, the disillusioned and more will follow. Command states "not to be concerned". That this was "well within calculated probability parameters and will be dealt with soon". We'll see about that.>Action1: Build military ships.The Daemons are no stranger to life existing in the material layer. They have for millennia interacted with life on their home world even before they fully realized what that life was. But what is deeply concerning is its chemical composition. Not an ounce of silicon. Simulations of alien life suggested this was likely a possibility, but to see something so alien on their first jump to a distant star... The distant suns of the other systems now cast a dark shadow over the Daemons minds. They were fortunate this time, a seemingly harmless mode of life. But the next jump might not be so forgiving. With confirmed threats of the blue orb at home, and the dangers lurking in the shade of distant stars, the Daemon realms must be ready. They begin production of first-generation warships. If nothing else, at least they'll give the Daemons a false sense of safety that sees them through another cycle.>Action2: Establish asteroid miningThere is one good thing about the final dry sea: it's filled with valuable materials. Though the Admins of the world put forth a unified front through the assembly of the Central Path, each administrative entity maneuvers to make sure their ruled domain gets ahead and takes the political center stage. Thus, lucrative contracts are issued to any enterprising Daemon brave, or defective, enough to leave the safety of the global network and strike out into space for their chance to carve a legacy for themselves.
>>6452324>Scouting action:With this system having revealed what it has to offer, the Daemons press on through the hyperlane b and jump to the next system towards the galactic South-West.
>>6451033>Action One. Research new growing methods(alternative inputs) The Kralarians continue researching methods of increasing their organic production.>Explore the Hyperlanes.As the first surveying fleet was exploring their system, they had come across the hyper relays. Fascinated by the strange metal contraption and the talking machine operating within, the first bioships concluded the contraptions must have surely been built by their God to aid them in exploring the stars. After having read their reports, it is concluded that the “Zuthuli Gates” as their people named them warranted greater interest. Once more the ships sail away from the frozen surface, this time intending to explore the other side of the great gates to see what the wider galaxy has in store for them.
