And all day and all night and everything you see is just blue, like you. Inside and outside. Blue your house with the blue little window and a blue Corvette, and everything is blue for you and yourself and everybody around cause you ain't got nobody to listen.You're Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. You have a blue house with a blue window. Blue is the color you bought that you wear. Blue are the streets and all the trees are too. You have a girlfriend, and she is So Blue. Blue are the people here that walk around. Blue like your Corvette is sitting outside. Blue are the words you say and what you think. Blue are the feelings that live inside you.Of course, thats not particularly special. You're Blue, everyone is Blue. Everyones last name, is Blue. Family Lineage is gone, replaced by chromatic unity. You're a Harmonic Resonance Technician which manages the Azur Light Wave EmitterYou've been listening to the same song for hours. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhSVQDaUNg4Your mind is completely numb and empty. The thumping bass has you pacified into total compliance. But... As you're adjusting the circuitry, there's an error. A split second of a different color. A brilliant spark of yellow. Its... Like nothing you've ever seen before. Beautiful, how its shine radiates off the circuitry. Your mind is hazy... If the Azure Inquisition were to see this you would lose social credits, going from Exemplary to Deviant, being thrown directly into the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.----------1) Repress your feelings for the different color. You are Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. Your only feelings are blue. Think of your blue house, with the blue little windows, and the blue corvette. How would So Blue react if she knew you weren't true blue?2) Take a picture of the sparks happening, to remember, and observe it in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343425You're the only one being an obnoxious sperg, and we're sending you to the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.
>>6343432Sure thing, faggot bitch.
Blue are the people here who polkapoundBlue like anon who is starting to cryBlue are the posts I make about my kinkJust one more look at that yellow would set me free
>>6343435What's your problem?
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_The much applauded winner of the Magical Beast Tactician's Contest, Mi Wanpisheng has lost all of his bluster and cheekiness now that's he's been brought before you to recieve his reward. The ice tailed macaque is holding his tail in front of himself, his almost human face spread into a shy grin as you lounge before him, preening the back of your paw as he is guided forward by one of his Sect's elders. As his master and adoptive father had business with the Weiyupo of the innocent witch courts, but a little birdy er, well Yujijiao told you they were just exchanging care tips for young magical beasts.,"Wanpisheng" You savor the victors name, drawning it out in a way that you realize might sound slightly threatening as the kid who your own, bunny eared kids had become so fond of so quickly winced and barred his teeth, trying to replicate a human's smile rather than baring his fangs at you like an impudent monkey"Yes, your highness" He addresses you with a courtly bow, very much resembling a sniveling eunuch despite what you'd seen to be his ordinary, bombastic personality"Your sect and mine are neighbors, we share many of the same borders and also a fondness for beasts" You explain, imperiously and booming as you rise from your pile of cushions, the elder stiffening and smacking the Macaque on his backside to make him remember his posture "But your temple doesn't host any wild royalty, now does it?""I understand, seat of the palace, that you consider few other magical beasts to be primordial nobility" The elder, whom you do not know by name, face or deed states and you smirk, amused by his cheek to interrupt you while the great Huanliuxue was speakingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>The heaven tremble when a cultivator slaps their forehead with their palm.>>6377825I'll support:>>6377850And:>Show off to Monu and Aodasheng
>>6377825>"Shadow of Dead suns"/ Ghostly yin qi and Cosmic Qi>"True Ancestor of Pure Carmine Mysticism"/ Carmine Mysticism>"Dying time"/ "True" Specter Lightness Skill: Broken Clock>"Enmity Incarnated", Secret Art: Enmity Incarnation >Realizing that this will you travel incognito again, decide to invent a few false identities, so you can travel beyond Chuan kingdom WITHOUT being hunted
>>6377937Supporting because I don't want our roots in grudges and vengeance to be forgotten.
>Votes:9o0PkJqGwC7G2U1EYAA3UBsdJq1GeLktjceo6GFTugNw24CqdF0rcH8kukrzrjrEaFIc5kqOw>Sea of Blood:3AA3UBsdJq1GeLktgNw24Cqd>Strange Stars, Stranger Space:2Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377825Right>Practice switching between auras, then resume the tournament
You are a Wizard and it is high time that you build a tower.What do you mean you look like a witch? Silver hair? Black clothes? Skull motifs? The spooky gothic ruby choker that your old party's paladin never snapped with his ever-victorious pure-white Holy Sword because he was a thick-headed himbo who didn't know how to read the fucking mood and accept your many invitations into your atelier? No that's just your preferred aesthetic. Your tender taught you that human men - especially handsome paladins - wanted big tiddy goth mommies, and as an elf you can do two of those three things.Your tits? Biggest in your decantation batch. Your aesthetic? Humans consider it goth, especially since your specialized school of study is necromancy. Your ability to bear children and become a "mommy"? Well, you don't have a womb, but nothing's stopping you from growing a child in your atelier with some blood from you and your husband.If you had one.You don't. This is a problem. No one wants to marry an elf after her two hundred and fiftieth birthday. Twelve adventuring parties came and went throughout your career as a wizard, and every fucking time the Paladin or Warrior's childhood friend - usually a priestess who stood in the back row, squealed in terror, and cast heal cure spells - won before you could even shoot your shot. So now you're three hundred years old (and have been so for over two centuries), exhausted, single, a virgin who has never even seen a man's sword outside of paintings.Not for lack of trying. Sun above and moon below you tried. You even went as far as to strip naked and walk into a camp of savage orcs rumored to take human women for their vile pleasures... only for their warchief to throw his cloak over you, take you aside, and explain quite clearly that orcs don't work like that. All male orcs may be, just as elves are always female, their reproduction is tied to battle and so most aren't keen on using their clubs like that.The "breeding pits" you read about in the Central Library were the perfidious lies of the Holy Church.How dare they give you hope.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6359563I wish. Just kinda burnt out. Sorry for going incommunicado. Consider this quest on indefinite hiatus.
>>6359565o7
>>6359565You're a talented writer with a powerful imagination, and a pleasant QM to banter with. Wishing you well and a lot of rest, thanks for running this, it was a real gas while it lasted.
>>6359565Was a blast having you. Thanks!+1 to get well and have lotsa rest
>>6359565Thanks for running.See you around, and happy new year!
*Universal Century 0079*What began as a bid for autonomy in Side 3 erupted into the most devastating war humanity has ever witnessed. Half of all human lives have already been lost in the first month alone. Entire colonies became tombs. Fleets lost to the vast silence of space. Countless cities on Earth reduced to rubble.And now, in the aftermath of Operation British and Zeon's planetary invasion, one truth has become undeniable:Mobile suits rule the battlefield.The Principality of Zeon’s Zaku had reshaped warfare overnight. Now the Federation is scrambling, desperate, bleeding, trying to catch up before they lose the war entirely. Somewhere beneath the humid jungles of South America, the Federation begins a secret race against time.You are ***Ian Voss***.*Rank:* Lieutenant 1st Class*Assignment:* Join the Federation’s experimental “1st MS Team,” a prototype mobile-suit evaluation unit tasked with field-testing captured Zeon technology and accelerating the Federation’s crash-program to catch up in MS warfare.*Location:* Testing Annex 17, a dummy installation linked to Jaburo by a network of underground rail tunnels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 66 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
Rolled 19 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>6343962Rolling
Rolled 20 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
>>6343964>>6343966>>6343970Highest roll of 66 scrapes us through with a success, writing now.
>>6344197Still here hoping for more, boss.
You awake on a deserted island.You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got there.You'd probably be royally fucked if it weren't for the fact that you happen to be carrying three things with you.What three things are you carrying? (one item at a time)
Should have known it wasn't going to be so shrimple.
>>6347391The lobster used its time-stop ability on the QM. The fiend!
Why this quest reminds me of the MultiUser Dungeon game I used to play when I was a kid.Also cool thread
>>6343051Maneuver AROUND the lobster. It will try to bend around in response and expose its articulating membrane. Then use your sword to pierce it.
>>6348727>>6348737Anon, QM hasn't updated or posted anything in almost two weeks...
Guide your Schizo to Greatness or imprisonment within a mental health facility or both! You are an anonymous young man in his 20s who has recently come down with schizophrenia and your job is to guide this youth towards a number of different paths all up to you the voters! Have him go down the old boring route as a homeless vagrant or have him become a Orthodox Christian monk living in a monastery or turn him into a radical Satanic right wing insurgent or make bank as a lolcow...the possibilities are endless and all up to YOU!(How this works is that I will present a list of options which you choose and vote for as a collective or you can submit your own option/action/event and vote for that and the ones with the most votes wins! I will check this every day or 24 hours and thus voting closes once I put up a new post!)You've been going about your daily routine, taking care of chores, schooling and/or work, going about your life as a daily cog in the machine of society when SUDDENLY....you begin hearing voices...strange voices.....voices which frighten you.Choose the nature of your auditory hallucinations:A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercyB.) Demonic: The voices are gnashing of teeth and screeches of rage, they whisper such deviant things into your ear, things which frighten (and at some base level, intrigue) you.C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6339945>A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy
>>6340773it's fine, as long as you remember to come each day to doot we can run it
>>6339945>D.) Paranoid: The voices take the form of hearing others whisper your demise, hearing secret codes, seeing secret symbols and language among innocuous things.Bet QM forgot this thread
>>6339945C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?
>>6340773c'mon op, come back
War War Never Changes.They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations, just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons, just nuclear winter. Shopping? No such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The RADS oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well, most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended, and you were left behind. Except for the zealots, anyway, but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders.That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly, it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile, are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck, trying to survive.(This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting theme to keep things interesting)>Character Creation You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF it's too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise, it's an automatic veto.The first character will be a young male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. Anyway the last character DIED without offspring, resulting in game over, so now it's a restart with some adjustments. So here we go again. I wasn't joking about the difficulty...
Rolled 75, 79, 71 = 225 (3d100)>>6376264No way you're getting inside there without one hell of a fight, but if you're gonna take the risk anyway, might as well go big, right? So after coughing up all the goodies you need to get the stuff ordered and packaged away for later transport. You head over to the most feared quarter in all the research zones.>Think TanksThere were a lot of terrible rumors about those places even before the bombs. Stuff you heard plenty about all 'conspiracies' of course...but after discovering Abyss and what was hiding beneath the city. You realized that there was far more truth in those rumors than anyone could imagine. If anything, they were downplaying it big time. The research zone was indeed in utter chaos. You could find remains of machines, ghouls, and bioweapons littering the entire place. Along with regular screams, unspeakable sounds, and gunfire spread chaotically throughout. Taking a glimpse into the nearby labs...you confirmed some suspicions of yours.It wasn't a complete lifting of the lockdown. Instead, it was partial, and it was planned out carefully. Evacuation channels for any surviving personnel. Carefully ordered formations of robots to hold the line or a PURGE. System power and resources were instead rerouted directly to keep the truly...dangerous things contained for as long as possible. Apparently, anything that was deemed to be 'weak' was simply freed. Enabling the ghouls and robots to clean them up theoretically outside. Given the sheer volume of fighting both past and present...clearly the plan didn't work out so well.Still, you don't know what other countermeasure is gonna get flipped next. Especially as you went deeper, you encountered fiercer and fiercer resistance. Luckily, you had enough IDs scavenged from fallen robots rigged into pass you off. With the ghoul wranglers carefully surrounding you all to keep away the other ghouls. It still wasn't enough. The bioweapons set loose were simply too numerous and strong. Worst of all, the deeper in you got, the worse the anomalies that kept on surging forth. Half the time, it felt like you lost more forces to damned weather changes than the actual bioweapons.Still, eventually you succeeded, albeit barely and at great cost, to enter the very heart of the research zones...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>6376271 An eerie total silence if you ignored the awful weather. It was absolute. Nobody dared to speak. Even the crazy ghouls ceased their crazed mutters or growling. Everyone could barely bring themselves to whisper.Naturally, that was when Katarina herself appeared in a much classier Abyssal uniform than you, waving you over from a breached facility, which something VERY big had apparently ripped its way out from the inside out given the neat trail of destruction left in its wake."Wel,l well. Consider me surprised that you proved ballsy enough to do some risk taking that didn't involve going balls deep into deadly pussy. I'm impressed you all managed to make it through to here...figured you would call it quits early," she states, noticing the terrible condition of your forces."It was...rough. Even with the robots ignoring us and the ghouls being led away, I'm surprised you beat us here, though," you admit noticing how...oddly pristine her suit was, unlike the rest of her battered Frankenstein troops."Not my first time in a warzone, boy, besides even this crazy shit I've seen before. That trip to the undersea was quite the doozy. I was curious about what it was like on the surface here, too, and sure enough, I got my answers.""Quick rundown?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>6376274"The only problem is getting out, huh? I thought retrieval would have been a problem." You mutter, ignoring her blatant signals."Heh, there USED to be quite the top of the line security system...key phrase used to be. Most of them are wrecked. They were never designed to handle the kind of trouble and damage anomalies would unleash. Who knows how long before the remainders will fall apart? This place is arguably one of the most dangerous, if not the most dangerou,s in the whole city. Right now, it's still just barely getting started. So think carefully about what you want to grab before we leave.""Any idea on where all the...escapees went? Why didn't they stick around?""Hiding. Even anomalies are dangerous to them...so far. Plus, if you haven't noticed, there isn't anything here for them to prey upon. Even the robots haven't managed to force their way this deep yet. They're too busy trying and failing to guard a perimeter. Much less rally enough troops to purge the facilities. Much less reach this deep.""I need the stuff for Many Heads. Including some cloning equipment for some reason besides that, though," your mind is buzzing full of possibilities. The very best tech all right here for you to grab...only, how are you gonna take it back home? DAMN IT. So many choices...still, you have a few that are a must grab. Fertility. Robotics. Superhuman genome... then again, you can probably visit AWD for the robotics. Assuming you manage to earn enough ranks to get access to their juiciest goodies, but the think tanks may have stuff even they don't have. Whatever you try to grab, you need to somehow leave with it. That drastically reduces your options and carrying capacity...choices. Choices. CHOICES. Damn it, how are you supposed to make up your mind? Then your gaze flickers over to a bunch of female ghoul wranglers and Katarina...hm. Who says it has to be your problem again? I mean, you DO keep them around for a reason, right?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6376303New thread.Also don't forget to archive pls.
>>6376310https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6338149/Archived
You're Tupolev, the Merchant. All your peers warned you to stay away from the Misty Mountains for strange things happen there.But you saw a profit opportunity during war time by going through the mountains to avoid the worst of the fight. However, by the time you left the mist, the land was unrecognizable.None of your old maps made any sense anymore.You sent some scouts out and they confirmed - you're in uncharted territory somehow.The question that remains is: what did you bring to these strange lands?
>>6343559>>6343541>>6343504>>6343501>>6343487I glanced at the glowing stuff scattered on the forest floor, then at my crew's worried faces. The merchant's words echoed in my head: Fear makes more fear. Stealing leads to revenge. But a gift... a gift could start a conversation, an invite.We won't take what isn't ours, I said, my voice steady. And we won't hunt them or run away. I turned to the wagons. Jürgen, get a roll of that cotton cloth—the plain, strong one. Viktor, bring one of the smaller dwarf tools, maybe a hand adze. Something useful, but not a weapon.Gustav frowned. Are you paying them?I'm not paying them, I replied, kneeling to carefully put the glowing mushrooms back in their baskets. I'm starting talks. They lost what they gathered because they were scared of us. We're giving them something to make up for it. It's a way of saying hello.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344754>Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place.Let us establish diplomatic relations
>>6344754>Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place.
>>6344754>> Use the opportunity to scout more aggressively now that they've shown themselves to be peaceful gatherers.
Your name is (write in), and at only 25 years old you are the best and highest-paid football player in the world. There’s still a long road ahead before you’re widely considered the GOAT, but deep down that’s already your reality — just another fact. With your recent achievement of a fifth ring and another MVP, even the most stubborn critics accept that, at your current pace, your coronation is inevitable. Your idol Tom Brady can only watch as you reach his numbers at lightning speed. He respects you, admires you, and says that in five years there won’t be any serious debate left — you’ll be crowned while still in your prime. Your impact on football is something incredibly rare in the world of sports. Hopefully nothing bad happens to you before that.…Taiwman, late February.You’ve been celebrating the championship for days in a nonstop party. You landed your private jet here, loaded with rich friends and wild girls, so you can all enjoy the new futuristic district filled with robots, super-drugs, and flying cars.Your best friend is:>Raptor, a punk pornstar with a split tongue and a very intense palate. She loves vampires and knows everything about dinosaurs.>Fugaku, a professional ping-pong player who also carves swords into bamboo for fun.>Alexey, a blind Russian singer who jokes about how easy life would be if he had telekinetic powers.>Julian, a Mexican running back who loves insects.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6340234>a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing)The high T choice >free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron>[...]it's even possible to molest this thing
>>6340185>a megaphone>>6340234>dive into the cauldron
>>6340234>a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing)>You feel sorry for him>free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron
>>6340238Somebody must to roll it for a successful sexual abuse. 3d6 under 9.
>>6340588I've changed my mind though. At least to molest that guy.
you, yes YOU will determine the fate of Our Hero! your prompts shape his destiny and his actions (almost) all suggestions will be considered! don't be afraid to get creative!
>>6361974I planned to try to vote s as to drag that Boybowl out as long as possible for maximum shenanigans.
>>6361974>>6361986OP was about to introduce a tall masculine male party member that would ultimately win the boybowl, he told me so over discord.
>>6362015That doesn't actually interfere with my plan at all.
>>6361944the feedback I have to give is from an art perspective. Although a fully drawn out quest is pretty high tier the truth, as you have probably realized, its actually way to much work for /qst/ing. Unless you use a very simple style, you will find yourself burning out very quickly. What most artoids figured out is that the best way to run an art quest is to use an ample amount of reusable assets. You can still draw a full scene when its necessary, but perhaps some reusable portraits could be used when you are bridging scenes together. >>6350447>>6350451 these drawings are great but did you really need to draw them? You are not an infinite energy machine, its important to look at the SCOPE of the entire project. Here are two artoid quests that used an ample amount of assets that were quite popular: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2018/3079041/https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/4771571/
>>6361944Ah dangit I really loved this quest, all I gotta say is that you did a really good job. You can tell by most anons critique being suggestions on how not to get burned out. My only real input being that greentext is not a very popular method for storytelling here.Just letting you know that if or when you decide to make a quest here again I will be here.>>6361974Same man, sex with khyver. Xiphos did do a really good job at being cute though.>>6361986Very respectable, Nothing like a good fight.
Well, here we are.You were woken up from a midday nap by the grinding of the brakes as the train arrived at X-X Station (pronounced "Double Cross," according to a clerk), and thus missed the first opportunity to queue for a quick exit from the car, as you were still quite drowsy and groping around to ensure that your possessions had (also) arrived unperturbed. Now you have queued behind a pair of rotund priests (Reformists, you think), as they gingerly step onto the platform and lose themselves in the sea of people. There are more people here than you've ever seen in once place, at least since you were a child. It's hot: hotter than it would ever get in Iscthymia. At least it's a dry heat there. Here you can feel every layer of clothing beginning to drip. But you can't take off your jacket just yet. It's dangerous, you think.If there is one thing you hate it's traveling over-encumbered, so, in the spirit of new beginnings, you packed only the bare essentials. There's a nagging feeling of regret as you begin to intuit that perhaps you wouldn't know what would really count as essential in this new chapter of your life, in Chaotzakka, with its fourteen million people. These are things you would've pondered on the train ride had you not dozed off immediately. You're carrying a hardshell briefcase, a backpack that's coming apart at the seams, and a little bum bag crossed over your shoulder. You lift your patrol cap to see more clearly; you don't want to remove it as your hair is almost certainly a mess, but the material is itchy. The cap and bag are from your year of mandatory civil service. The backpack is from your school days. The briefcase used to be your dad's.You're trying to get used to the smells and sounds. It seems like everything ticks, rings, or thuds in this city. You are buffeted by a blast of hot steam and struggle to breathe for a moment. Unlike a country bumpkin such as yourself, city-dwellers know to back away from the train as soon as they get off. That's why they call the station the "sauna." Just a little sample of that big-city wit for you.You thought you'd checked that you had everything before getting off the train, but a sudden irrational panic grips you and you fear having left your most important possession behind. But of course this isn't the case; you can feel its weight on your right hip. Still, just for assurance, you reach down with your free hand and grip your>Blade>Pistol>Staff
>>6342482>Ask Garrett if he knew your dad.
[ Update coming later today. ]
>>6342486[ Very sorry for the wait, weekends are more complicated for me. Weekend updates will probably be more spaced-out in the future.]Well, if Galick knew who your dad was, you may as well find out who else did. After a moment of doubt, you ask Garrett straight up: did he know him?Garrett meets your gaze with an inscrutable expression. A moment passes before he answers... "Sorry, but no. I mean, I knew of him. But, if you're wondering, I didn't know about this connection when we met."That's kind of a relief.The two of you rejoin the table amidst a newly-enlivened conversation. Hassan whispers at you again, though. "Hey, why the hell does everyone here think you killed that monster back in the Zone?" You don't know how to respond to this."I mean, not that I mind, but..." He does seem to mind a bit. "People here have been fed a different version of events. Nobody here seems to know about Maggde."You wonder if the Talons decided to downplay their role in today's disastrous excursion for the sake of damage control. But then again, Chernabel and Umaz were also there, and it's not like the giant smoke cloud wasn't visible for miles... do people think you pulled off a miraculous feat, or have they assumed that you're some kind of prodigy? How exactly do they think you managed to incinerate that monster?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
QM? You okay? It has been a week and a bit.
"Gill and Kane, stay here and keep watch. Alert us if anybody sails near the wreckage. The rest of you, with me."“Yessir, boss!”Two men split off from the group and stand guard by the gaping hole that had allowed you all an entrance. It was a miracle the remains of the ship were afloat at all, nearly half of it shorn off by Sea Devil knows what. You count yourself lucky you weren't a part of the battle and count yourself even luckier that you and the rest of the bandits got here first. Somehow, you doubt even your imagination can conceive the type of loot a ship from the fleet of an Emperor of the Sea might contain.You proceed down the hallway, avoiding the gouges in the flooring and the dagger-sharp planks sticking out of the walls. The primary instinct that strikes you is to hover at the back of the pack, but there seems to be constant jockeying for position over there - no good bandit welcomes a backstabbing - so you stay where you are and keep your eyes and ears open. This wasn't your first job with these guys, but that was no invitation to let your guard down.The boss kicks down a door and steps inside a room up ahead. With furtive looks at each other, the rest of you follow suit and funnel in. Scattered gasps and murmurs fill the silence of the chamber.The chamber was chock-full of glittering, glorious treasure chests."Boys... we hit the JACKPOT!" The boss of the bandits nearly stumbles; such is his excitement in approaching the nearest chest. The rings on his hand clink together as he reaches for the clasp that separates riches from the ragged. One more step...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6341755>You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice.
>>6341755>>You’ll fight to apprehend her. You don’t see taking human life as justice and avoid it except in the very worst-case scenarios. An incident in your past led you to try and see the good in people. Merciful Justice.
>>6341755>You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice.Fuck it Let's go all in
>>6341755>>You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice. was gonna say mercy but in canon most pirates aren't the strawhats, that and i kinda wanna see what could make our absolute justie change down the line and how it could impact us
Threads 1, 2, 3, 4, 5: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20ReportsActive Spartan Roster: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12PTTzwcNVbQbIC101lrcrQQZKWhK3myTLWEQ0A1ybj8/edit?gid=0#gid=0_Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler: Open Hand: 5/10 Bulwark: Unbreakable: 5/10 Grenadier: Plasma Wiz: 5/10 Shotgunner: 1| Diplomat 1/6 Infiltrator 2/6 Scrounger 2/6 Tactician 2 /6| Jotun 1/4Sub objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 3/?| Blade Breaker 1/?_UNSC Skidbladnir (Razor Class Prowler)UNSC Skidbladnir Crew Qualities: EclecticUNSC Skidbladnir Officers: Sensor Operator: Ensign Sonar Kobal, COM Officer: Ensign Kon Kiyomi. Navigator: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marisa Deluna, Weapons Controller: Lieutenant Junior Grade Valerie Faure. Pilots: Warrant Officer Bari Cook & Cadet Bernetta CosteSpartans Aboard: Sven-033, James-005, Jorges-052. Nesta-097, Shika-108, Daisy-023. Naomi-010, Solomon-069, Malcom-059, Anton-044, Illya-077, Cal-141, and Soren-066 (Inactive/ Washout)_ Current Mission: Mission 5: Operation: HVITSERK....Pending Completion/Result Calculation Primary Objective 1: Destroy the Einherjar Fleet and prevent any ships/ systems from falling into Covenant Hands...Success Primary Objective 2: Confirm the termination of or Capture and Secure the Einherjar General Codenamed "Whiteshirt"....Success Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377942Man what a fucking blast from the past with that GMV.
[ Rebooting...Monitor 404TormentedCache back online ] Really sorry about that, stomach was killing me. Still hurts, but not enough to stop me from writing now.Also, just to get this out of the way now....___ Sven-033's Quality: Officer has improved from [ Lieutenant ] to [ Lieutenant Commander ] The improvement/ Buff to units/ Vessels under Sven's command has increased further, as has the resources/ equipment/ war gear available to him and his forces, as is his understanding the in and outs of ship command and specs (on top of the Lieutenant increase and the drastic increase from the Wunderkind+ Lieutenant interaction)New effects from [ Lieutenant Commander ] Advancement Path progress/ XP gained is increased across the board for crews/ squads commanded by Sven, as is their initial baseline morale (Before buffs from Qualities like Inspiring). Sven is more regularly able to perform advance/ abnormal tactics, including those gained from Quality/ AP interactions.Interaction with Quality: Maverick and Officer: [ Lieutenant Commander], the previous interaction between Maverick and Officer: Lieutenant Junior Grade, increasing the inventiveness/ out of box thinking of crews/ squads under Sven's command, has improved further and allows forces under his command to rarely perform "Daredevil Maneuvers/ Tactics", and are more willing to risk themselves or their careers for Sven/ the mission. Interaction with Quality: Wunderkind and Officer [ Lieutenant Commander ] Sven is now aware of the unique "quirks" of ships and their resident AIs, will always start on neutral or better terms with Warship AI before any other quality/ap based improvements, and will be able to give ships under his commands Non Standard Modifications/ Improvements & upgrades to their systems. AP advancement/ XP gain on officers/ soldiers under Sven's directly command is increased substantially Interaction between [ Quality: Inspiring ] and [ Lieutenant Commander ]. Sven's personal magnetism and heroic image, increases initial loyalty of crews/ squads under his command and boosts loyalty gain while reducing loyalty lost. Once per campaign, Sven may be saved from certain death, at the cost of the life of one of his squad/ crew. Forces under Sven will require twice as many causalities/ morale loss before they consider retreat, the criteria for hopeless situations & suicide missions/ last stands is increased, as is the buffs his forces receive while performing them. Serving under Sven becomes a point of pride, and non spartan troops aware of Spartans will receive a massive morale improvement while fighting alongside Sven-033 Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378182 [ Decision made ] [ Proceeding to Halo: Spartan II War Reports. Thread 7: [ Spartan ] >>6377942Also, Time of Dying, unironically is a very thematic fit for Sven-033, isn't it?
>>6378185I'd actually give that one to I Will Not Bow.
>>6378205>>6378205And we're onto our 7th thread! Feels like a milestone
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6308657>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure.Questionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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>>6370438Based anon not bothering to read anything
>>6370438this only works if you are the OP of the thread
>>6370438>>6370444Also, purple text isn't a thing here.
>>6370475[purple] I fucking hate purple deniers [/purple]
Across the stars there exists a legend walking among the myriad species of the stars, and his name is Zarus.Zarus is a creature that is known as a human, a species that came from somewhere unknown. In truth, they aren't too much unlike those of the intergalactic community, with meager lives only a fraction as long as yours, of flesh and blood and with hands and feet, spacedust given fleeting form. Only, Zarus himself isn't like other humans - at least, not to your or anyone else in the galaxy's knowledge. Zarus is the most powerful of all psykers in the galaxy. This is by far, no contest. He doesn't perform acts as directly lifting his enemies and sending them flying, no. His reality changing powers are matched only by his warped perspective and inflated ego. Many have tried to kill him, and the world itself bends over backwards to protect him. Bullets sheer by him, laser weapon systems malfunction as they pull the trigger, bombs spontaneously detonate before he enters their blast radius, and other psykers lose their powers as he draws near. Some speculate you could catch him off guard with orbital bombardment or destroying the very planet he stands on, but the empires of the galaxy know he is more precious alive than dead. If it weren't for his self-centered attitude and racial prejudice, he would have had any seat he desired in any empire of his choice, but he prefers the free life of a gun for hire.If you were to believe the man himself, he was once part of a crew of fifty men sailing through the stars, incidentally struck by debris of an ancient errant missile smashing into a nearby asteroid. The lone survivor, he landed on a fertile planet in the process of colonization and took it as a sign he was still protected by his gods. The planet he refused to name, but rumor has it he calls his home the "mystic city of Agartha." Many have gone to search for it. Some empires are running vast intelligence operations to acquire any information they can about the city. You know better than to actively go and find a planet where there may be hundreds, thousands, millions of humans just as capable as Zarus in the psychic arts. Their elevation to a spacefaring race would upheave the order of the entire galaxy.So of course, you came across the planet on pure accident.
>>6339467>Abduct humans for language and world knowledge. (Anthropology. Veil: 25, DC 7. Reward: 7 Progress/Success.)>Investigate Colony Beacon. (Free Study. Veil: 0, No DC. Reward: ???)
>>6339473>>6339586>>6339619One of your crewmembers remarked how you have been ordering them backward, that they should have laid groundwork for the world's politics and the colony beacon first. Nonsense. You had to make sure that the lifeforms on this planet would complicate matters- which, as you are all now well aware, they are very capable of. You are a larger form of life than others, and as such your ships are scaled to a large degree, but the common form of those sky beasts are comparable to one of your scouting ships in size, the largest of which is a rather large fraction of your superyacht's size; which is no small feat, and would nevertheless wreak havoc upon the exterior should it get close. Clearly they have never heard of looking before leaping.Now that you have marked off certain regions as requiring clearance to even be near, you can perform more safer tasks. Now, you will humor that crew member by sending him on the scouting ship to identify and "acquire" some multilingual and knowledgeable Agarthans. The Agarthan tongue is familiar to you, so one of them is the easiest starting point to learning other languages and cultures.It may be risky; none of your casual observations have shown the average human performing the reality-warping acts of Zarus, but perhaps they may not have been pressed to...Conducting Human Abduction. Roll 3d20, target DC 7.
Rolled 13, 9, 15 = 37 (3d20)>>6341333
>>6341354>Investigate Colony BeaconOff to the forests of southern Agarthan territory, a thick natural border between the metropolitan area of the golden megacity and a nearby desert, there is a now overgrown crash site of a small colonizing ship of your origin. The initial scan of the area was bleak, but the scouting returned grim results.Your kind descended onto this planet in the most haphazard and reckless fashion aboard this space-faring ship. It is mostly intact, but inside the ship are bodies snapped out of shape in ways even your kind cannot recover from. They clearly died on impact.Most colonizer ships are staffed with a crew of 50, bearing themselves, capsules containing the future of your species, and relevant beacons to beckon the automated colonization system to wherever they deem fit to plant their roots.This vessel had no distinct mission, just to survey and mark outer regions of the galaxy for viable planets for assimilation into the empire and to lay the groundwork when they do. Whether or not these planets were occupied were of little import; the way your colonization works, hovering over the planet and beckoning resources hither would have been enough. Under zero circumstances should it have even attempted landing. Checking the itinerary, the crew included mostly standard volunteers and experts in colonization, but also a very peculiar VIP; an admiral of repute, one who had went missing nearly a decade ago on a personal leave.After triple-checking the nearby surrounds, your crew has found 48 bodies of your kind. Between the horrific mangling of the bodies aboard and the natural decay of particular features, none of them are even remotely identifiable. Any survivors made zero attempt to seed this planet and zero attempt to escape it. No landing program or poor piloting can be the cause of this. All in all, the report offers a chilling suggestion: someone with authority of the controls had put the nose down and said good night for themselves and everyone aboard. What would compel someone to perform such suicidal assassination has been beyond your kind for eons. To convince one of your own to end the lives of their peers is... unfathomable.You dread that the perpetrator lived to tell the tale, and collect whatever reward they had on the admiral's head. Or that the Agarthans found the wreckage and extracted two bodies of your kind for whatever purposes they see fit. Frankly, you do not know which would be worse.
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