The sun rises over the Smoky Mountains, revealing dew- and fog-covered valleys, the remnants of East Tennessee after the veil fall. The parting fog reveals a settlement, a mixture of old and new buildings with a definite medieval flair, a castle on a hill overlooking a medium town with people beginning to truly leave their homes for work. Whether it be working fields and shepherding herds or more skilled work like blacksmithing and carpentry.However, to you this is the new beginning; your father lies buried in the graveyard next to the small orchard the family has maintained for generations. With his passing you are now the duke of Stone Bridge. A man you had once thought indestructible layed low by a poisoned arrow from some Swail clan scum. His armor had stopped dozens of arrows, spears, and axe strikes, but there is always one. What had been an attempt to open some communication to at least lessen the constant hostilities between some of the mountain clans and your own house, not to mention all the other houses and noble lords that dotted the rivers and hills just below the mountains, instead ended in the death of your father and some of his retinue by ambush.Now though is not the time for grieving, for you are a Duke of Stone Bridge, and you must take your vengeance as all lords of the hills and rivers do through reiving, and you shall not just stop at some lives of their boys and whatever herds you can claim from Clan Swale today; no, you shall destroy their main winter settlement if you can as you stand from where you were kneeling before the cross that marks your father, and you begin sending riders to all who swear their arms to you in the outlying villages as you order your servants to prepare rooms for the lords and knights with a mustering space for their respective retinues. This is a quest set in a post-apocalyptic America where, at least to your knowledge of the surrounding regions, it is anything from forest and mountain clans who only wear their highest chain and live a semi-nomadic lifestyle all the way to the early modern period, circa the English Civil War, with everything in between being possible. You and the lands you control have a tech level of mostly the hundred wars era equivalent with some things that are more advanced, like stagecoaches. Your stylings and culture are somewhat inspired by English border reivers, but you're more likely to have some full plate, but you will have more medium and lighter cavalry in the form of hobelars and similar things. Monsters and magic similar to fantasy do exist with monsters being not uncommon, some even talk of different races, but magic of any real power is incredibly rare.Feel free to ask any questions you may have this my first time running a quest here What is your name [ write in ]Are you married or at least betrothed already [ yes/no ]
Character opportunity: Who is our army's quartermaster?Character opportunity: Do we have an engineer or foreman, perhaps a siegemaster, in charge of building the forts?Worldbuilding: How many years, as the Stonebridgers reckon it, have passed since The Fall?Worldbuilding/Technology: The cities and libraries are all ruined, but might copies of pic related be recovered from survivalist caches and bugout bags? I bet there are crazy innawoods schizos out there that have made copies on ceramic plates or something durable to stand the test of time, even if their hiding places might be buried in a millennia of topsoil accumulation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eohlo3XSBrQFinal spam post (probably): Is "Stone Bridge" a castle built on Rock City?
There won't be an update today as I have been going through resident evil with a friend, but I can answer some of these questions. Stone bridge is loosely supposed to be Chattanooga its explicit location is probably somewhere near lookout mountain. you know of powder and a few of your engineers understand powder in a basic sense but really only scrivener Doran knows how to make and getting him to explain much of anything is like pulling hens teeth all of the powder he does make for you or that you buy from other sources what little you can trust won't get ruined in the constant fog and rain is put to use for what bombards you have or the occasional making of Petards (siege explosives). As I said earlier you are some where towards the middle of the tech tree known to most people so to speak with the most advanced people you know being the oath keepers out of Pennsylvania and other areas who are equivalent to early modern tech and the English civil war. your character has no reason to care when the fall happened as far he cares what came befor ethe fall may as well just be Atlantis with some proof in our eyes though scholars have generally tied the fall to have been about 2000 years ago however the magic part of the fall caused a lot of things that mess with calculations and understanding of things such as mines which should be empty being refilled or mountains not being grinded down by time while some lakes or rivers are far larger than they should be.
The aftermath of a battle can be a warzone in and of itself as vulture scavengers, whether they be beast or man, claim all they can to be put into their own hoards, whether it be fine pelts, chain hauberks, or even food and drink. The women and children had met the fate that befalls most in the sacking of a town, though you took no part in it, both due to the fact that it would be below a man of your station to scrabble in the mud with peasants and freemen for scraps like dogs.Instead you and some of your nobles and knights occupied yourselves by looting the main hall of the camp while it could in no way compare to the grandeur of even a lesser nobles manor it had plenty of baubles and finery stolen from caravan’s, towns, and barges while you would consider your castle home of Stone bridge to be a holdout of civilization in these hill lands you have once been to the lands of petty king Lyonel in Memphis and the sheer excess and splendor of his lands could be intoxicating just from the sight but you know that his family didn't become rich and powerful by being too picky in what they took and so many of this chieftains pilfered goods are set on a wagon bearing your crest though you're unsure how this massive intake of extra goods will affect the de facto quarter master of your army Sir Exter a aged knight veteran of many battles still a steady hand with a mace but beginning to show his age as his red hair is seemingly more white than red not to mention the eye lost so long ago he had a new helmet commissioned for himself that only has one eye these new recaptured goods may ease his mind from the lost time having the men work the fields or perhaps the extra work of cataloguing will cause him be more irritable than usual.Later that nightCamp had been set up; the lucky or the powerful claimed some of the still-standing buildings for the night, while others set up tents and campfires to keep the rain that had begun falling from soaking them to the bone. You had claimed, along with the higher nobles, the main hall as your garrison for the night; drinks and pilfered meats were being eaten as gossip flew between men. As you were about to finish the tankard of mead you had been slowly nursing throughout the storm, the large oaken door opened, and in walked a group of reivers, seemingly of the yeoman variety, who approached you after asking permission, which you granted.
The one in the front begins speaking. "Milord, we have a report for you. I’m sure it might be nothing, but we figured we should tell you. While we were a ways west of Little Frog Mountain, our horses all started getting spooked along with our hounds. They were about to shake out of their own fur. After a while they calmed down a bit, and we thought nothing of it, probably just a family of bears or maybe a big cat or something. But then we heard a massive roar, and the ground started shaking like something was hitting it, followed by some massive roar. We decided then it was in our best interest to hide ourselves in the little hunting camp that we raided earlier. Trenton peeked out of one of the walls, and we saw what must have been a dozen ogres and troggs, not to mention all the goblins, foul beasts. They are following them. They were coming from down south, I think, and where they were headed, I think it may have been Duck Town, but I can't be sure. What I can say is that no matter how fat and stupid those hobgoblins are, they don't make the noises we heard, so there is something big out there. It has to be at least as big as the trees with how loud it was.”This news is most troubling. While such foul beasts have been known to hire themselves out on occasion, the news of something so large—there are only two places such a beast could come from to your knowledge: either the ruins of Nashville or Atlanta. How they are controlling such a monster is a question in and of itself.Theorize, talk, and plan to your heart's content, but the real votes will come Monday, as I may have D&D tomorrow.
The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U
>>6384602>Grimette
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>6384602>AoiGreen? Blue? It fits somehow>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak. Look, I don't think mutation to this extent is that attractive. If you do, then by all means. Just not me, okay?>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.We NEED the money. The landlord made that quite obvious
>>6384602>Aoi>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak.>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
>>6385292Realized this looks like a samefag vote, anyways have some art
>>6385840Nice work!
You live in a country called Sol, it's a very ordinary country. At least as far as fictional countries go.The rich are rich and powerful.The poor are poor and abused.The taxes are high.The salaries are low.Nothing out of ordinary... If it wasn't for three factors.Your country is under a military dictatorship after the coup 76 years ago, the iternal ministry has unlimited power tondo as henplease and has the habit of making disidents.... Disapear under misterious circustances.Your nation's religion is a very weird and unique form of sun worship mixed with life affirming poetry, no other country kn the world shares thisbfaith since the country was founded by this sun cult, fleeing persecution from the old world.Some people, often weirdos, loners, and outcats, develop supernatural capabilities, especially after traumas.You are one of such individuals, called "THE AWAKENED" among them selves and "ANOMALIES" by most governments. These beings are able to make the impossible possible with their minds. No one is 100% sure of how their powers work... Many hypotheses circulate, but to this day, no one has the definitive answer. Dispite being blessed with capabilities beyond that of the normal mundane humans, all awakened are plagued by a constant headache, a mental backlash of their powers and being surrounded by ordinary people.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378358>1-Choose how/where to wat.I don't understand >2- Choose a power. One suggestion per poster.You can transform people permanently into cute 18 years old girls, it works on yourself and everyone else. You can even turn grannies into cute girls.You can use this power on an aging changed cute girl to reset her age to 18 years old.
>>6378371>I don't understandYour mind seemsnto still be a little goffy from the slumber... You wonder if bears feel like this after hibernation. You need to choose how to get food to your stomach... You can go eat somewhere. Or you can buy stuff to make a meal.If the former, where? Italian restaurant, fast food place, vending machine.If the later what to buy?
>>6378379Is street food relatively safe? Buy a sandwich there. Maybe go to a supermarket to acquire sandwich. If bad goes to worse, get bread and some ingredients to build your own sandwich.
>>6378379Raid our own house for food.
>>6378585Nope, the house is devoid of food... Empty cupboards and fridge. >>6378380As safe as street food anywhere is... You leave the apartment and step into this weird 21 first century world. Everyone seems to be really into phones and the internet now, when you went to slumber the internet was much more niche, only huge nerds like you used to use it.You find a hot dog stand... And realize... You don't have any money with you... What do you do? >>6378371>You can transform people permanently into cute 18 years old girls, it works on yourself and everyone else. You can even turn grannies into cute girls.>You can use this power on an aging changed cute girl to reset her age to 18 years old.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Bob Petter. Former genius delinquent student turned apocalyptic superhuman boytoy and stud to the deadliest VERY loosely defined women you could find. You admit you have uh...major issues when it comes to your taste in the opposite sex with a huge deathwish. Yet your big brain must also be sated, too. That is what hobbies are for...specifically SCIENCE! While everyone else struggles to survive, you have long concluded that such things are far beneath you. Better to live off deadly females and join the fun factions so you can focus on what you love most. SEX and SCIENCE!Who gives a fuck about the consequences? It's not like the world isn't already ruined and there isn't an ongoing apocalypse or anything. In fact, unlike most survivors, you arguably adapted to a disturbing degree and in doing so discovered your true self. To others, this is an end, but to you, it is a new beginning. The only downside is that at times, you have to leave your comfy lab or bedroom. As for some stuff, you need to handle yourself, no matter how much you may want to delegate. After all, nobody else is gonna understand the needs and idiosyncrasies of a Hivemind abomination mountain of flesh with far too many heads and tentacles with an obsession with adding new heads to its collection and a strange interest in tentacles. That, for some reason, decided that rather than add your empty head to its collection, you would instead serve as a great see only intern to its glorious scientific abominable mind! At least the benefits are great, and you can finally get paid when your internship ends.Plus your currently trying to avoid your adopted big sister, who may have sorta...be SUPER fucking pissed off at you for your activities. Hopefully, your fiancée will forgive you for dumping it on her, and she'll be able to handle it. You trust that mind-controlling witch to uphold her side of the deal. Just gotta consider what kind of gift you bring back for forgiveness...Right now, it's honestly safer to be in the most dangerous part of a glowing city full of murderous machines, insane regenerating ghoul hordes on crack, and swarms of loose bioweapons that escaped containment. While the weather cannot make up its mind to settle on a radioactive blizzard, a hurricane, or some kind of anomaly like a gravitic firestorm. You are right in the very heart of it. Still safer than dealing with your big sister. Yes, she scares you that much. Also, yes, it's a major reason for your issues with women.Last thread: >>6338149
>>6394691Gulp.Maybe not.
>>6395312>>6394691yeah quest seems dead. Most problematic given it's supposed to be a long running dynasty quest with multiple MCs who are supposed to die and be replaced over time with new ones. I won't be a bitch and leave no epilogue and just run away though but apparently there aren't even any lurkers left or anyone willing to back votes so...yeah.Thanks for hanging on at least. Quest never really went according to my expectations anyway and went so off the rails pretty much near instantly. I tried rolling with the punches but I guess that uh wasn't enough. Anyway I tried twice first with Cleetus and now with Bob. Both failed miserably and in very different ways. I thought it was an interesting premise but I guess not.
>>6393327Conclusion Post:The food stacks fix all the problems and convincing your wife wasn't hard. Taking them was a different story. Sure the incomplete sections weren't too bad but the hardened finished sections were a different story. However it turns out being able to throw enough meatshield hosts and insane ghouls at the problem solves mainly problems. Giving the more valuable human, mutant, and robotic units far more space and safety to maneveur. Claiming a few stacks proved sufficient. Producing enough supplies keeping the supply train secure and running was a different story and constant trial that continually worsened.The City sure enough became the crown jewel for every survivor and remnant who ever heard of it. They flocked to it and promptly died horrorible deaths. Yet somehow that never seemed to stop the newcomers. Even as strange twisted energies and mists spread than consume the entire city. The city and corporate AIs collectively went insane. No people. No customers. No citizens. No economy. No purpose. The AWD AI against all odds somehow came out on top with being the 'least' insane despite being spliced together from Red Star AI programs. That resulted in conflicts spreading far beyond the city.The fighting didnt' stop in the city either. Soon people realized the only 'safe' route inside was underground and soon swiftly turned contested. Too bad for them, what awaited them was an entire manegerie of twisted mutants and a horde of machines with insane survivors. All of whom had long become familiar with those twisted tunnels unlike the newcomers and all the while things kept on leaking ans spreading outward. Luckily however the worst of it seemed trapped within the city boundaries for some odd reason...The reformed Bob Petter unexpectedly lived years longer than anyone thought. Until one day he died tragically during a lab accident when an experiment went awry. Much the mourning of his far too many lovers and countless children. Even Many Heads briefly showed up but than was suspiciously absent and seemed oddly not very sad about the whole affair. Their loss of a superhuman gigolo however was a truly gigantic blow to them and they proceeded to vent their immense sexual frustration onto the wasteland at large. Despite the best efforts of the witch over the many long decades many factions broke away from her control. However, with such a safe place to raise and rear offspring along with their superior genetic and maternity services. Saw to it that their influence while fading into the background, never fully went away...instead their influence spread far and wide hidden behind other factions at large who spread out and fought for survival.
>>6395596Many Heads meanwhile wisely exited the fallen city. After taking over a sunken city they built a school and discovered an unexpected joy and love in educating children. So much so it took over ANOTHER city just so it would have a 'safer' place for its experiments. However Many Heads growing insanity and love of SCIENCE! Was a most unhealthy combination. As its obsessions further ate away at away it held back only by its friendship with Bob Petter and its fondness for educating children.Abyss meanwhile like every other pre war organization completely fell apart. Splitting into various factions. Some survived. Some waged wars on each other. All decided that secrecy was best and did their best to hide the fact that certain threats to the wasteland like Many Heads origins came from themselves...hopefully nobody would discover such terrible dark secrets such as those.AWD meanwhile also fell apart over the years. Disputes from various remnants. Certain failsafes going on. Even attempted rebellion and so called 'patriotic' activity. Even communist insurrection arose in their ranks! Proved far too much for the automated systems. What was supposed to be a failsafe and another backup for America fell silent. With a certain remnant of theirs being hybridized with looted Red Star coding that sought to bring paradise onto the earth through AI benevolence over mankind.Remnants warred until falling silent. The wars continued until running out of materials and realizing there was nothing left to fight for. Survivors struggled and fought for survival. The Great Game never ended. Decades turned into over a century before the world finally began to recover. As nuclear winter ended. Vaults and bunkers opened with those who hunkered down coming out to a changed world. Some places however were still very much forbidden zones of death. Full of radiation, mutagens, and far worse things.A certain 'family' also survived. Albeit torn apart by familial strife that they no longer remembered was ever familial to begin with. After all who would ever imagine those abominations, twisted mutants, and different peoples all shared the same ancestry? Yet survived they did. Long enough to see a new world and to fight for future dominance.Epilogue Over.Not how I intended to end this quest but oh well. Thanks for playing/reading.
>>6395599Thanks for running it QM!Very interesting premise and you were always good with requested explanations. The story took so many unexpected turns, and it would have been cool to see where those storylines went.Archived:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6376303
I'm making a map to use for world-building and I'd like help to make it as organically as possible. Here I have made the natural layout for a medium/large island; boringly similar to a European landmass like the UK. It is temperate with mixed dense forests, large mountains, and giant freshwater lakes similar to the NA great lakes. Geologically its probably formed from a combination of ancient volcanic activity and glacial erosion.I'd like you guys to add details one at a time, like settlers and POI or maybe creatures or natives, that it builds up like a chronological history. Mundane or fantastical or serious or silly are all fair play, I'd just like to avoid completely illogical nonsense. Also feel free change the landscape in way that make sense on a human time scale, like shifting river and shoreline or man-made changes like farmland and clear-cutting.
>>6377408Rivers are coming from the middle mountains, I assume from melting snow.This combined with the central location makes the mountains notably important for strategic and transit purposes.So this leaves an important question: what is the name for the mountains, and who controls the area?Now, separate of that... which way is the mainland? I ask because that would determine which side of the island would have the most import spot for a harbor / port.
Is it supposed to look like a giant kiwi on a small toilet?
Blaesionia, the land of the children of the blaze, is an ancient Elven-Gnomish Empire. The Feykin once ruled the entire archipelago, after coming to an uninhabited land in the deep past.The Children of the Blaze have obscenely long lives, and a tragic side effect of this is that the empire has declined into a tyranny of grinding rote traditions, white elephants, and byzantine intricacies. The vast majority of the Gnomish clans long ago attained all but total independence in the Svirfmarches, but still give lip service to belonging to the Empire, and both sides are satisfied with the legal fiction for purposes of mutual defense.Located on the rainrich southern plateaus of the archipelago, unsheltered by the Midmast Mountains, the Blaze Scions maintain vast old growth forests and mangroves on its rolling hills and shallow inlets, maintained by magic and a sparse handful of tree wardens. Almost the entire population of Elves live on the lower Last River or its tributary, the Shimmer River, living mostly meaningless lives of obligation and busywork, but enjoying a 'civilized' life of comforts provided by a highly developed magical economy.Said economy is dominated by the manufacture of Servant tokens which double as the currency. One token can be destroyed to create an invisible magical servant providing exactly one labor-hour of menial, unskilled work. A single, reasonably intelligent mage can produce about forty of these per day and earn a comfortable living, and most of the population is engaged in their production. The tokens are then distributed by the Elfhelm across the realm to be redeemed as labor and keep the resources flowing from the entire realm back to the palace.
>>6377408>>6379871Around 500 years ago, a group of humans (the Gonecardians) arrived at the North side of the island, having fled the devastation of ecological disasters elsewhere in the world. They traveled up the Stag River and discovered the teeming waters of the Nivathel Lakes, filled with all kinds of water creatures. Yet they soon found that the bountiful fish of Elder Nivathel are tyrannized by the terrible Oplawax, a serpent said to have three horns, three fangs, and three eyes.To spawn, the countless kinds of lake-dwelling creatures will migrate upstream to the calmer, shallower waters of Nascent Nivathel. Some particularly troublesome fish are hunted there while they are young and easy to kill, and some particularly opulent fish are left untouched as sacrifices to appease the serpent. Before these practices, the serpent often expressed its discontentment with the new settlement on her doorstep, sinking countless ships and etching scars upon the milky white stones of the port walls.Over the years, the humble settlement of Gonacard City has grown into a sprawling network of stone, strategically well-placed upon the slopes separating the two lakes. Most of the kingdom’s subjects live in and immediately around Gonacard City, well-fed by the fish, and rarely lacking work as the city and its influence continues to grow. The wealth of the city has brought about a thriving trade economy, and attracted the attention of bandits and rival nations. Physical conflicts are becoming more and more frequent, and in response, the military force of Gonacard has reached new heights, making the possibility of conquest a new reality.The Gonacardian people come from a religious tradition of worshiping animal spirits, and in the city there used to be the remnants of an old hawk cult. They protested the cult of the sea serpent (which had become the city’s official royal religion) and were persecuted, so they emigrated to the mountains and constructed The Pinon, an aviary in the form of a tall tower. The growing population of birds there over the last 150 years has made the king of Gonacard uneasy, and rumors of a forced expulsion of the hawk cult are becoming more frequent.(I dunno if this thread is dead, but this was a fun exercise. I really like the variety of this island's geography, and it only looks a little bit like a kiwi)
>>6387137It was probably dead when I posted my reply, but I did it for the same reason. And, anyway, I read your post at the very least, anon.
The treasure seeker looked over the desert and his feline companion stood by his side, standing on his shadow. Under the moonlight, the large desert was a sea of blue and white that stretched far and beyond in all directions. Clouds etched on the sky, giving the horizon a dreamscape feel to it. Even so, the vast wasteland was by no means empty. “I wonder how much is out there..,” the seeker removed his hood, revealing a head full of midnight blue metallic hair and long pointy ears that twitched under the cold night wind. His two large eyes and the two smaller eyes above his brows showed a curious expression. His name was Meehraj and he was a Spiderling.Large protrusions jutted out from the desert’s sandy surfaces. Taller ones sprouting from over yonder in the horizon. He had heard many things, ranging from the remains of some giant creature, to being the remains of some vessel. Or even spires of some underground structures of the Ancients. For Meehraj, it all boils down to them being ancient ruins, ready to be explored. And treasures to be found…>Gathering some rare materials for some elixir making/forgery>Tracking a beast for tranquilize and taken back to the village>Other: (write in)
>>6408855>Doing the right thing and helping anyway you can. Despite how exhausted you and your companion are. Reputation and recognition goes up and you might even be rewarded with something nice. Of course, there's also your survivability to think about...
It's like coming back to your room after being away for a long while.***Meehraj stared longingly at the stretch of open sandy road with his tired eyes. He could see the lights of his village from here. Then he turned towards Zil, who was also having similar tired eyes, tail swished for a bit, looking expectantly at him.Whatever Meehraj decides, he will follow. The sandstorms raging not far behind them ushered them to hurry home. Even so, the both of them knew it was the right thing to do.“Let’s go check it out,” Meehraj said.Zil led the way, running towards the sound with a steady gait. Their path began to narrow as the wide open sandy path gave way to hard cracked grounds.Formations of rocks increased the further they went. The cries of help grew more audible as the two continued to chase it, eventually leading them towards what appeared to be ruins of sorts. His sleepy eyes at first thought there were pieces of Ancient’s monuments jutting out of the ground, but upon closer look, he realized they looked a lot more familiar than expected. Pieces of old structures, old wooden pillars and rocky walls, Meehraj noted, jutted out of the sand. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“I see something…there!” Meehraj pointed towards a broken wall. Something was moving behind it. What sounded like sniffles came from it. Hearing it more clearly now, the two realized it belonged to a child. Just as the two hurried towards the direction Meehraj was referring to, Zil saw something moving on his right. A blurry shadow passed by the end of the path of his left. Then another cry of help came, this time with a slightly different voice from before.“Another one?” Meehraj said.“Meowwr (What do we do? Should we split)?”“I..,” Meehraj pondered. Something started to feel off but he wasn’t entirely sure…one part of him wanted to stick together and pick a direction but splitting off would help them cover more ground.Option:> Go where Meehraj pointed, towards the moving shadow.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6424568>Go where Meehraj pointed, towards the moving shadow.Better make sure thats not a threat to us before helping the other voice
>>6424568> Go where Meehraj pointed, towards the moving shadow.
Evaluating your options thoroughly, you decide that the best course would be to repair the mythal to the best of your ability. While a full restoration would take years and demand a small fortune in reagents, research, labor... mending a few fraying strands of the Weave here and there would get the Demon's Ingle in working order long enough to exact some advantage from it. And if, by chance, you were to make a few augmentations to the design that placed a geas on those wearing the Ingle's products, compelling them to obey you... A few contingencies here, a redundancy there... by the gods, you are a genius. Truly, it is a shame that you are surrounded by troglodytes that could never appreciate the magnitude of your splendor. You'll need to cast some preliminary divinations, of course. And a way of concealing your work just in case - a few quasi-real illusions should-"Mistress Phaere!" A familiar voice calls to you, far too giddy and pitched such that it resembles the scraping of chalk along a cavern wall. "The negotiations have been opened! Your presence is required immediately!"
>>6429616Still wearing your robe and slippers, you brave the hostile weather, your weapon resting on your shoulder all the while. The Hall of the Elders is vacant at this hour, its halls dimly lit by flames set in lanterns that seem to burn perpetually without heat. Following paces behind your guide, you are escorted to the High Captain's office, the very same one where he once played cards with Amaranth, Lael, and Dulnur, on the night when you raided the Tenpenny estate. These days, the men more oft play in Amaranth's study - no women allowed, insisted Sten.Only the High Captain is present, leaning back in a creaky wooden chair that groans beneath the weight of his full plate. Even at this hour, he is prepared and alert. He smokes a cigarette, filling the room with pale blue wisps. "Arright. Looks like it's just us fer now. Gotta wait fer everyone else, then we'll get started," he states vaguely. Scrutinizing him, you discern that this is an emergency, though the old adventurer handles it with all of the nerve of a seasoned veteran, demonstrating the same calm that you did during longer campaigns. It seems that it is just the High Captain and yourself until the others arrive.>So... how does his wife fare?>He is a seasoned adventurer. He must have some good war stories to share.>Tell me, what does Amaranth say about me when I'm not around?>[Write-in.]
>>6429619>You must truly have come to trust me, to call me here to help.It's gratifying, even if we can't admit that out loud, I'm sure.
>>6429619>He is a seasoned adventurer. He must have some good war stories to share.
>>6429619>He is a seasoned adventurer. He must have some good war stories to share.>Has your wife forgiven you for betting your daughter in a card game yet?
Vote closed.>>6430385You know gosh dang well that this comes up any time that Sten comes home late after "urgent council business" with the guys.
Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_Deep down, far below even the furthest reaching roots of the ice capped mountains, distant from even the faintest beam of sunlight can reach, a Primarch and a collection of long dead souls hold audience, conversing across the gulf of bleakest reality enforced by the anti warp generators that had longed protected the Squat descendants of the original colonists of the world.You were talking with one of the kindest most gentle souls, one who by every right should've been born and usurped the souls inhabiting the technology that had been its cradle but instead was content to exist only within the ambient, background collective thought and soul stuff that so many souls so tightly packed together in code and wire had spawned, like a whisper in the ear or a breeze brushing against one's bare nape. They had agreed to permit you a chance to replace the ancient machinery that powered the gellar field that surrounded much of the planet and its interior, through creating an array and network of lesser replicas of the Archeotech "Dragon's Heart" That had so banished the warp that drawing too near to it could strip men of their souls. However, the process of separating the souls to grant them freedom if they wished, apart from the collective, to continue their duty or else be free from it, would inevitably condemn the gentle soul to death. No. Something far more dire than death. Non existence. Having never been. And even a creature like the unmade gestalt possessed a fear of death, and while the digitized ancestors of the Squat people debated and argued if they should trust your plan, they were unaware of the trembling, frightened soul that had been partially formed of all of their essences and thoughts.They were afraid. Your philosophy guide, the Journey, advised one to not fear death or their own demise. For it was inevitable, all things must one day perish. Even infinity was finite. Eternity was simply a concept, rather than a truth. It was simply the nature of life and being, that it must one day be terminated and cease. Breathing out, centering your mind and calming your heart, you thought how best to comfort the gentle soul. Even though you would do all in your power to prevent their erasure. "Death is natural, even for beings such as yourself" These words were met with an immediate reaction, a chilling torrent of mortal terror, the fear of death, rising panic, dying the white void that the Dragon's Heart enforced in the realm of souls. You endured the storm, facing it and weathering it as your conversation partner tried to rein in and control their panicked swell of emotions and compose themselves as the most natural fear of all was inflicted upon them like an arrow to the heart.You held up an appeasing, soothing hand and took in a deep breath, frost coating your lips as your ever burning pyre of a soul flickered and dancedCont
>>6428795>>Wishing to avert similar reactions to your sons meetings with Carys and her followers, start training them to work and fight alongside abhuman and xenos auxillarys
>>6428795>Wishing to avert similar reactions to your sons meetings with Carys and her followers, start training them to work and fight alongside abhuman and xenos auxillarys>Combine your duties as their commander and the head of the ministry of development, to train them in void warfare as you assist in establishing and furthering the Long-Jianese sphereVoid combat is a huge part of galactic warfare, and learning to seamlessly function on voidcraft with abhuman and xeno allies is a valid endeavor in itself. Also, you don't need to be a space marine to pilot a vessel or operate their stations effectively; void training won't be wasted on the auxiliaries.
>>6428795>Wishing to avert similar reactions to your sons meetings with Carys and her followers, start training them to work and fight alongside abhuman and xenos auxiliaries>Combine your duties as their commander and the head of the ministry of development, to train them in void warfare as you assist in establishing and furthering the Long-Jianese sphere
I've archived the thread, sorry for taking so long. Still getting my ass beat by summer. Calling the vote nowWishing to avert similar reactions to your sons meetings with Carys and her followers, start training them to work and fight alongside abhuman and xenos auxillarys: 6Combine your duties as their commander and the head of the ministry of development, to train them in void warfare as you assist in establishing and furthering the Long-Jianese sphere: 5Your sons are well versed in holding ground and keypoints...etc:total votes: 8So lieren will train the aspirants alongside Xenos and Abhuman auxillaries, and also combine his duties as commander and head of the ministry of development to train them in void warfare as he exists in establishing and furthering the Long Jian sphereNew thread is coming
>>6431426New Thread. Gonna try to speed up my output of updates
The continent of Illyria, ruled by four kingdoms united following a devastating world war in the early 20th century. The mountainous lands of Gulvan sit to the west, the kingdom’s wealth gained from great mining operations and the construction of vast military fleets. They are the first to employ autonomous weapons into their military.Sitting in the eastern plains is Aldrir, where the fires of chivalric tradition still burn on. Despite its avoidance of many modern customs, magic flows within its people, the last mages of the world.To the further northeast is the kingdom of Mirain, the gateway to the seas beyond. Sitting in the center of the world, Mirain prides itself as a hub of environmental research and egalitarian development.Finally, the kingdom to the south is Forea, once the great empire of ancient times, now a propulsory force of industry and trade across the world, as well as a hotbed for culture and entertainment for tourists.As the winter of 2007 rolls into spring, Illyria enters a state it hasn’t seen in a millenia: wartime. Gulvan’s new administration has spent the past half a decade bringing its old grievances back into the forefront of its politics: it believes Aldrir’s gift of magic is a sinful power that will only bring ruin if the world doesn’t decide to act and seal it away. Negotiations for continued peace degrade, and now Gulvan has launched an invasion across Aldrir’s borders. For now, Forea and Mirain abstain from the fighting, hoping that peace can be achieved between the combatants.Perhaps the stagnant fate of all of Illyria now hangs in a tense balance.But you? You couldn’t care less about any of this. You’re just a young punk looking for any way you can to drive really, REALLY fast…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377333Going to leave the vote open for another hour from this post and lock it after.
>>6377333>CHARGE (Gain 20 speed, but pose a much greater risk at the next roll.)SKRRRRRRRRRTTRRRREEERRRRRRRNNNRRRVVRRRREEERRRN!!!!
>>6377574Actually, I've got a small errand to run tonight, so I’ll leave it open a bit longer since I’d hate to call the vote and then not be able to call for the rolls.
>>6377333>ACCELERATE
This quest sure died fast
May 5th, 2015. It's final weeks on Tokyo-3's Municipal First Junior High School Academy and it's been hell on all the students. Thankfully, you're too old to be going through math exams, mister school counselor! It's your 4th year since you've been hired to take care of these kids, and so far, it's been an alright job.Having majored in said field straight after your degree in psychology, you were more than happy to have some security as opposed to dealing with flaky patients and the usual folks who just walked away after a "free trial". Frankly, from Cognitive Behavior to psychoanalysis, all forms of therapy were subjects you loved to deep dive in your free time despite being done with college for a while, and that's exactly what sets the mediocre scholars apart from the true specialists! Now if only your pay wasn't barely above minimum wage despite all your efforts...It wasn't any school, no less. Tokyo 3's First Junior High's students were all, in one way or another, motherless. Either by accidents, coming from adoption, divorce, it was almost certain that no child from that school ever had both sets of parents in the house, and you knew very well what that meant. Extra steps went into advising teachers and staff, Parent-Teacher conferences, workshops, class conferences... Really, everything that involved giving support to students had to go through you first, and while it was exhausting work, none of the classes ever had a major fight thanks to 29 year old Date Kurono at their service.Since finals week meant everyone was either silent in class, studying or going straight back home, it was an unusually leisure day for you, which given how active you were used to be there, meant you were tapping your feet at your desk in the teacher's lounge while everyone else your age was either in class or silently checking papers. Not like you were super friendly with any of the staff or anything, for they weren't much more than colleagues.You barely had the social battery to socialize your way into a full shift, so you couldn't imagine having to balance that out with being an extrovert, which meant having no work to do and being stuck in your head was all the more alienating, since all you had left then was to ruminate about the past.Really, why did you choose professional babysitting as your calling? Guess it all started back in the 80s when you were born, back when Tokyo 3 was just called Tokyo, your parents were an aspiring couple, each renowned in their own way, with your mother always being needed her job thanks to her revolutionary discoveries in neuroscience, and your father being a famous athlete, rising up the ranks to get the Japanese Lightweight Boxing Belt, aiming to go for the world.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6416792>>6416805>>6417180Thank you all, folks!So much like Gendo, I missed out on Shinji's birthday due to being busy, but we'll be live officially this weekend, no if, and or buts about it, hope to see you on thread #2 on Friday!
>>6425298Woo! Glad to see you back, OP. I'll be looking forward to it.
>>6425298>but we'll be live officially this weekend, no if, and or buts about it, hope to see you on thread #2 on Friday!Hope you're doing ok, OP.
>>6428168+1 :(
>>6428168>>6428963Did I say Friday! I meant Wednesday, yeah... totally, haha!I wanted to get some stuff out of the way before I got more free time to write, so sorry for the delay!Anyways, Thread #2 is live! Hope to see you there!>>6429236>>6429236>>6429236
Galtia, your homeland, is famed for its knights and paladins, heroes all. The division between peasant and noble is a strict one, but through sufficient valor at arms, even the lowliest beggar can earn a knighthood, however unlikely it may be. The military doctrine of your people largely focuses on lines of men at arms with shields and spears, given ranged support by peasant archers, and horseback knight charges into the enemy rear. You are a leader of men, defending your nation's borders during their current war against:>1: fiend-serving cultists that rampaged through the neighbouring kingdom of Sanidia, summoning demons and undead.>2: the nearby kingdom of Zulzaria waged war against orcs for many years, the orcs have chosen to seek easier prey: Galtia. >3: Regelia, a country your equal in strength, skill and honor, their tactics mirror yours, and your people have fought theirs many times before.And what is your station? You are a knight, but what tier of society did you originate in?>By default you start at level 3, 1000 experience, a 5E fighter. All ability scores at 14, with Human Determination and four proficiencies of your choosing.https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/>1: Hardmode, a lowly beggar turned soldier, nobles look on you with contempt and could rip your command away with little effort if given the excuse. (Optional: start as a rogue instead of a fighter)>2: Lowborn, you had to fight and claw your way to the top, but your combat success was so obvious that your being knighted was equally an obvious outcome. (Start with two extra levels, 7000 experience, class/es of your choice, gain an ASI at level 4 regardless of class)>3: Knight, you were born into a military family, trained hard, and were knighted on the field of battle. (Start with one extra level, 4000 experience, class of your choice, and one extra feat. Gain an ASI regardless of class)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6376636I thought we were the rogue?
>>6376639everyone is the rogue. we are the rogue. our wife is rogue. children? rogue. grandkids? rogue. companions? rogue
>>6375579>>6376451 +1.Yes I just watched A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. How did you know?
>>6375579>>6376409 +1
Oh dang people replied. Guess I'll count dem votes.
Car chases come and go, but it’s deterring your hostage’s saviors that makes the difference in life. That sounded pretty evil, but it’s about you taking the leader of the mafia to the police — so it’s a gray area. You feel like you were sidelined for a good while, waiting for Judith and her crew to get ready to meet your team. It’s almost like someone shoved you inside a bag and let you fester in there for a day. Nobody should endure that.That’s why you have been listening to Bubbles. The plucky girl is doing a report about how your pals around town are faring in these trying times. This gangster debacle is a city wide event after all. Everyone is fine so far, but there’s more to say!“Sorry, everyone! I mentioned Jackey Frosties, and our amazing maid here brought me some. You know how it goes.” Scarlet apologizes for the sudden break. “Couldn’t you eat after you were done talking...?” Vera is in this group call.“And let it melt? Hello? That’s a big no-no. This is peak ice cream condition, and you know it.” Scarlet refuses to let her dessert suffer. “Where was I?”“Uhm, the Jackey Frosties news?” Liu is always polite. Originally, Liu was going to relay the news to all of you, but her and Scarlet thought it would be faster if the redhead talked directly.“Oh… yeah… one got vandalized…” Scarlet sounds heartbroken. “C-Cheer up, Scar Scar. There are plenty of them around, right?” Crossbill tries to cheer up the spoonful spirit. It’s you five in this call, one agent in both groups and their navigators — plus Bubbles.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6381664>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Ruby should like this one...>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Suan De will like it, probably…>Get everything ready for the party. First, burgers for everyone, mainly Matilda...
Regardless of what your newest masterpiece is called, you need all the hobos’ seal of approval. Ruby and Suan De must grab a bite!“A-Amelia, we’re calling it Hoboburger because a hobo made it.” Yu Yan clarifies.“Are you saying Johnny is a hobo?” Amelia is very confused.“Magumbos Jr. here told us he hasn’t slept at his apartment all that much.” Yu Yan points at Ichie.“It’s quite tragic...” Ichie nods. “Wait, what did you call me, friend...?”“It’s hard for us to imagine that scenario, he loved to return home when we were around.” Nariko gets petty. Ichie doesn’t like it. But before they start bickering, your sister has your back! “That doesn’t make him a hobo!” Your sister argues.“Maybe a hubbo?” Yu Yan wonders. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6382485Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you on the next time! And remember, you will get your smoothie!
>>6382486Thanks for running!
In this world, you are a rare case.You were born and raised in a village whose residents all hailed from the same clan, one which possessed a power and a ferocity which made it feared by those living outside. Everyone in this village, from the elders to the clan leader right down to the children, was a natural-born killer – in that sense, you aren’t so special.“Ryō-kun,” the leader told you just yesterday with a wide grin, “all you have to do out there tomorrow is follow your instincts… don’t think, just kill!”Well, when the village settled on picking a fight with one of the five great powers of this world your instincts told you that it was a stupid idea. That little voice inside your head was screaming that invading Kirigakure was a stupid idea that was going to get you all killed, so that was the feeling you went with even if it made a lot of your clansmen pretty mad.But you stood your ground.They were so confident in their raw power and ferocity that they never questioned the wisdom of the plan… to the degree there was one. Your own parents even promised to come home and “deal with you” later, which of course was a threat born of complete delusion. And even if you doubt that they’ll ever make good on their threat, you have no doubt that once Kirigakure manages to get over the shock of the attack they’ll be calling on your village soon.Your hair and the markings on your forehead are easy enough to get rid of. Even if you cut those things away to disguise your bloodline hair and flesh grow back. But after scraping together what little money exists in your village and packing away some dried food and water, you decide not to burn the village itself. Wiser maybe to ignore that first instinct and not leave any obvious signs that anyone was left behind to survive.…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6399812“You’re not going to go talk to them?” Akiji-kun asks you, having brought you a sandwich from downstairs.You shake your head. “Not my business.”While you munch, Akiji-kun leans over the low wall along the edge of the roofline. “Hiroshi-kun is doing better.”“That’s good to hear,” you nod. “Konoha’s medic-nins seem to have done good work.”...The rest of the final day of the test passes slowly, with only the team you recognize from the yakiniku place several days ago dragging themselves to the base of the tower. And after that, no other teams emerge from the forest before time elapses.Just eight teams are left out of the fifty-one which started the exams, with nineteen having failed somewhere in the Forest of Death – only eight of which in actual combat, so far as you know. Takigakure, Kusagakure, and Amegakure have all been eliminated entirely, with Sunagakure having been whittled down to just the one team remaining. And then there are Otogakure and Yugakure – the village nobody has ever heard of and the one nobody takes seriously have made it through with the single team each started with.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6400103All the genin are assembled just after midday, at the five-day mark from when the test began to the hour. You stand in eight rows of three, with you standing ‘tall’ at the front of your row, in the middle of a large circular room built at the center of the ground floor of the tower – a space which until now had been left accessible, with the entry gates at the ground floor having initially led you up a set of stairs.There are many jōnin present, including the proctors Ibiki-san and Anko-san, together with a third Konoha-nin who looks a bit like he hasn’t slept since before you were born. You can also see Kakashi-san along with three other jōnin who all apparently belong to the rookie teams based on their energy, plus one jōnin from Sunagakure and a pallid-looking man who is evidently from Otogakure. With them, standing to the side, is the Third Hokage himself.Behind these individuals is a large statue, of hands forming a simple hand seal.Anko-san steps out from the group and addresses you.“The twenty-four of you here are the only teams that completed the second stage,” she announces. “So congratulations. Unfortunately, twenty-four is still too many for the third stage to go smoothly. I’ll let Lord Third explain it to you.”Then she gestures to the Hokage. “Sir.”The Hokage steps forward, and coughs into his fist for a moment to clear his throat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401228You look over your shoulder to see that Kabuto has raised his hand. “I would prefer to withdraw.”“Whaddya mean, ‘withdraw’?” Naruto-kun demands loudly.“Well, to be honest I overused my medical ninjutsu in the forest,” he offers, “and I’m afraid I’m not much of an individual fighter myself. So it’d probably be better to sit it out.”After discussing it quietly with the proctors, the Hokage nods in confirmation. “Very well. Yakushi Kabuto-kun, you may withdraw from this stage of the examinations. Please leave, you will be escorted out of the training grounds.”“Excuse me, Lord Hokage,” you hear Hiroshi-kun’s voice behind you. “I’ve given it some thought… and if withdrawing is possible, I believe I should as well.”>tbc
And so here I think I'm going to start a new thread. Going on 700 posts feels a bit unwieldy for people trying to get caught up, and we're at a natural point to have a thread separation anyway.Currently working on the OP for the second thread now.
>>6401257New Thread
Your name is Terian Choke and you are an Urgi. You were stationed as a petty technical officer on the planet of Newroost by the Accord government, which is completely fine by you. You have very little interest in being a military engineer working on the front line against the machine collective or dealing with renegade Redwing regiments out in some cold space colony; instead having the job to secure territory and maintain bases in the blue zone of your species new homeworld. This is also, completely fine. What is not fine is that the bird you bet on to win on is losing all of his events.”Swim damn you! Swim you sorry excuse for a bird!”In the Consortium, every type of competitive event is open to sports betting. You may be halfway across the galaxy; but your credits are just as good here or there. Zaloon racing is supposed to be the best type of sport to bet; since the racers are too stupid to take bribes or get disqualified for cheating. They just take whatever performance enhancing drug cocktail their handlers make for them; which is all public information. Perhaps you should have studied biochemistry more if you wanted even more of an edge.”GO ORANGE!”He overtakes Blue, then Orange and Red come up close behind. They close their armor plates together and squeeze the water out of the interim space; the diving section of the race is next. You know your racer is going to reach the base of the river first with his own body's divebell technique. Unless...”No! NO!”He stops to take in breath, giving critical seconds for the other racers to make it to the dive site. He overshoots his oxygen he'll need, as two other racers rapidly dive to the finish at the base of the river.
>>6422017Yeah but in this context it would be more like they're accusing each other or their superiors which is a no-no and I added the unfair power dynamic between the two to give it more texture but maybe that spoiled the "hint" at the "right" solution.
>>6422020Given the situation, it seemed to me as though both admitting fault would lead to them both getting the worst punishment. It's not as though jail years are a limited resource for governments to spend.
BananasQM I read all of this thread and I was genuinely emotionally very moved, especially by the mystical end-of-life scene you depicted here Near Death with the Starsight Seer >>6384382 this culminated in some of the most emotionally heightened writing I have ever seen. I know the final "Prisoner's Dilemma" type setup may not have fully worked (technically, not really even a simultaneous choice payoff matrix more of a sequential extensive form game, given the limitations of this website thread format, people can see other votes one after another like a branching tree game not one-shot game-theoretic payoff matrix etc) but I applaud how you tried it, I think it was still extremely clever/experimental and a very fitting end to the story. I also especially liked this choice, >>6387040 the dispatching into pseudo-freedom / exile one, this was a very believable follow-up after the main leader selection, it felt true to the egotistical disposition and inclinations of the character. Whilst I don't fully follow or know the lore and background of this highly complex series and space saga, I would say this narrative was FAR STRONGER emotionally resonant and powerful for me compared to say the child fish one at school etc versus the sea shark etc, that one to be honest just felt a bit immature and childish naive (I sort of wanted him to just die lol) whilst this tale, with its inevitable tragic denouement of aging, disease deterioration despair cliinging to life and death, felt truly Shakespearean, like King Lear, I marvelled at how you engineered and sculpted this narrative, I wonder if there is an emotional toll to dealing and crafting with these deep pathos tragic mortality themes and so there may be some author bleed / emotional mental draining, don't worry about it, the fact that you created this game and imagined and built all these psychologically masterful interwoven tapestry of scenarios and situations, written with a high tempo interactive player rhythm, you should feel is testament to your capability to explore into realms of the player psyche where no one else has been or ventured before. I know you are capable of exploring further than others, and that you will return and bring even more
>>6422066In general I fully agreed with every decision judgement and scenario consequence / outcome, the only one I felt wavering a bit was this one, the enemy goading / asking for clarification being perceived as weakness >>6382437>>6383179I don't know the full history of the enmity and hostility, but it felt a bit too much for one stray interrogative to be perceived as COMPLETE EXPOSED WEAKNESS LEADERSHIP INDECISIVENESS etc lol. For instance, would not the hostile enemy counterparty also anticipate feints of weakness (eg, perhaps this person is asking a "stupid question" or deliberately ignorant question to falsely appear as if they possess less information than they actually have?") For instance, in interrogations (or CEO / invesment manager meetings lol) one very common technique to verify the honesty of a counterparty is to deliberately volunteer knowingly incorrect information, and see if they take the initiative to correct it etc. (as a test of their honesty) Another is to ask a question to which you know the answer on an uncomfortable topic, and see if they give a forthright answer or evasive ambiguous one. Hence seemingly ignorant questions are not always posed by ignorant people, but may be used as feints to measure an opponent response etc. But overall I still liked this hostile contact scenario, maybe within the limits of this game format you needed just one decisive response etc and so needed to move on with the complex pacing and interweaving events. Thank you very much BananasQM for managing this masterful gargantuan labour of star-spanning universe / worldbuilding, it is a truly superhuman feat and achievement, one might even call it, Supreme
I appreciate you saving the commentary for the end of the thread.
Pick race and location. I'll try to update daily at least.
>>6375717>>6375824"You want proof," you say. "I'll get you proof. But I need more than just directions."Tanner's good eye narrows."I need your best warriors to help with the ambush. And your spies. The ones who know when the watch changes, which guards are lazy, which paths are blind. I hit that shipment, I hit it right, or I don't hit it at all."He's quiet. You can see him weighing it, trust versus caution, hope versus survival."You're asking a lot," he says finally."I'm offering a lot."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 91, 94, 28 = 213 (3d100)>>6375935Inside:Pieces of armor. Not Phoenixian make, foreign, ornate, covered in script you don't recognize. Gold inlay. Intricate patterns. Too fine for common soldiers. Maybe ceremonial.A massive red gem. Big as your fist. Pulses with faint light from within. Warm to the touch. Not a ruby, something else. Something that feels old.A dozen clay tablets. Covered in dense, tiny script. Language you've never seen.A stack of books. Leather-bound. Some newer, some ancient. More unknown script.And a stone casket.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375939Hmm... >Suggest you need more information before attacking a whole port city.Our men are strong but few. Best to use them with the utmost precision.
>>6375981Another factor here to consider is that we and our targets are both immortal. We lose nothing but momentum by waiting for information. If the situation turns out not to be to our advantage, we can just leave and hit another immortal.
>>6375939>> Agree. Burn New Dawn. Hit them hard, hit them fast.What if we smuggled our undead into the city? They could even walk underwater. They would start biting the citizens, and unleashed a ghoulpocalypse in city.
