Batman is real and on Earth... New supers are having problems with their powers and Green Lantern is leading the rest of the Justice League to be reborn...How do you guide them?
The new supes just started being the Legion of Superheroes. Yes, this is happening on our Earth >Mano
>>6419955>>6419972Not nearly enough info, my man, try again and this time with feeling. I have no clue where to go.
>>6419955>As Batman, I decide to take pre-emptive measure against my greatest Foe to show him the horrors of his life of Crime:>I rape the Joker.
It was early in the evening in the facility, the sound of chatting staff filling the halls, as they left the test chambers, the containment chambers they monitored or the laboratories they were working in. Amongst the evening rush was Lexie, a lone guardswoman who stretched her arms as she returned to the small soldier barracks she was stationed at. After walking for a good while, avoiding other staff and transport vehicles, she scanned her work card for the evening and headed to her bed. As she lied down, she let out a sigh before grabbing a book, her getting a few pages in before suddenly being interrupted. "Well, you seem to be brimming with energy, huh." An eager and somewhat female voice responded, Lexie putting her book away and responding: "What, am I not allowed to take things easy after a long day of work, Mel?"Lexie looked up and saw her friend, Melaine, standing there with a confident smile. The raven haired girl would sit beside her friend on bed, before responding: "Of course you are. I just was hoping we could chat a bit. You know, you could tell me how things are going with Keiko whilst I tell you a bit about Aello. In fact, I had a most eventful day with Aello, her testing out her telekinetic abilities on a variety of objects." Melaine spoke a bit teasingly, Lexie letting out a scoff. "I presume that shithead Roraima wasn't there?" Melaine shook her head and took a more annoyed tone. "If that asshole was there, I wouldn't be nearly as happy as I am right now, hm? In fact, I'd be ranting and raving about him now. Naaah, it was just a test with her caretaker and the rest of us watching." Lexie nodded in turn, seeming a bit more reassured. "Fair enough..." There was a bit of silence, before Melaine gave her friend a soft bump with her elbow. "Hey, one of the guys working with Aello said... they are thinking of moving to a different subject. Maybe this'll be your chance to join me in a subject you really wanna spend more time with?" Melaine was trying to be optimistic for her friend, knowing that she wanted to look after the same harpy subject really badly. Of course, Lexie was a bit less optimistic, responding a little hesitantly. "I mean, I'd love to be reassigned. Hell, I even sent out that request a while ago... but like, I don't know if I feel comfortable leaving Keiko behind now. She's really sweet and has struggled to come out of her shell, and I'm starting to get to know her." Lexie let out a sigh before looking away. "Honestly, I may just go back and take that request back if possible. Or just say no when I get offered something new." Melaine nodded in turn, before confidently adding: "Well, whatever choice you make, I'll be there to support you!" Lexie showed a relieved smile, before the two started chatting about Aello and Keiko. Eventually, the two also decided to get some food from the nearby guardsmen cafeteria. Though as they were about to leave, Lexie and Melaine would be stopped by a scientist.
>Go to a specific floor or area of interest first. There was a floorplan nearby which you could use to hone in on one place of interest. Perhaps the surveillance cameras were the most exciting, or the fortified area was the best to check out.You told your men you wanted to check out the small hideout which was on the 1st and 2nd floor in the south-west corner, since you wanted to know who built it, why they built it and where they had gone off to. Your men accepted the suggestion, though Reika was quick to ask: "What do I do with the vat? Do we just leave it here?" Anon shook his head. "No way we're leaving this out in the open for Edith to get her hands on when she does appear. Best to keep it with us for now. Just in case." You hadn't exactly specified what you wanted done with the vat, so your men decided taking it along was probably for the best. Reika would start tugging the transport vehicle along, Codaline thankfully helping out a bit for when the heavy object needed to be lifted upstairs.Afterwards though, you asked Haje and Eric to head upstairs since their help would likely be more valuable there, especially since you could potentially get into combat which they weren't exactly built for. Haje nodded thankfully, but Eric actually voiced a bit of opposition. "You know, Mik... I wouldn't mind staying with you guys. I can aide in combat as well, now that I've gotten a bit more strength back." Given that you didn't exactly have too many extra weaponry and armour on you, having Eric join you was obviously a really major risk. You calmly explained that it was better if he joined Haje towards the Zephyr control room. Eric looked disappointed but quietly seemed to accept. Though Sibilia would soon after ask: "Eric, you wanna keep going with us because you want to look after me, right?" Sibilia's question was amusingly blunt and to the point. And it seemed she had hit the nail on the head regarding why Eric wanted to join you. "Yes, I mean you'll be heading into the combat sector... and I feel it'd be wrong for me to let you go in there without me by your side. It's one of the most dangerous situations we both possibly could be in after everything we've been through together. If anything happened to you I'd feel responsible. I'm not Anderson..." Eric responded calmly, rubbing the back of his head a bit. Sibilia smiled, before patting Eric on his arm. "Eric, I'll be fine. I mean, you've seen how I fared against Ophidia, right? Besides, Mik here will protect me and keep me safe. You don't have anything to worry about." Sibilia hoped to ease Eric's minor concerns. It was sweet that Eric wanted to look after Sibilia this much, but given that you had sent Sibilia into far more dangerous positions, you imagined that the combat sector really wouldn't be that big a deal for her. "Sure, but even ignoring that I could still provide useful insight on things. Besides, you might be durable but if you get yourself in a bad spot..."
Sibilia scoffed and put her hands to her side. "Eric, please, just put some faith in Mik. I'll be fine with them. Trust me." Eric finally agreed, clearly not wanting to be separated from Sibilia for too long. "Alright, enough sappy stuff. Let's get going already." Iliara soon after insisted, Haje and Eric nodding before heading in the directions you gave them to the control room. In the meantime, you headed for the first floor, making your way past some of the makeshift fortifications and towards the strange base you saw there. On the way there, you asked Sibilia and Chrys about Pyrena, wanting to know where she was. "She headed a bit back, from what we gathered. We did warn her that Edith was coming, so hopefully she'll take our advice and come after us soon enough." Chrys responded, Sibilia also sharing her thoughts. "I got a feeling it won't take much longer before she finally decides to join our side. She's a loner, but clearly trusts you, based on how she spoke about you." This was met with some curiosity from Lars, who asked: "About Mik? Huh, what did she say?" Much to your relief, it wasn't anything too weird or unusual. "Well, she said she was very pleased to be given food, and that she hoped she wasn't being too much a burden. She didn't specify much else, but she clearly appreciated what Mik did for her." Sibilia continued, the rest of your men calmly nodding in response. Afterwards though, you shifted your focus on the base which was nearby, passing by more fortifications. You had a suspicion that this place was occupied by some survivors, but weren't sure how they were faring. Though soon enough, you'd get an answer, as Idalia suddenly got in a combat stance near the front of your group. "Uhhhh, why's she doing that?" Codaline mumbled, Kenai looking around before gasping: "Over there." And from behind some of the makeshift cover, you'd notice a very small individual getting closer. You and your men got their guns ready, only to realise it wasn't an ordinary person.Marching closer was a relatively small subject, her being maybe about 4 feet tall. She was also mumbling something, thinking out loud. "Strange soldiers... They don't look threatening, but I can't let the base be put at risk." She murmured to herself, not seeming bothered by your weaponry and large number of combatants. In fact, she soon stood in front of you and held her gun at the ready. "Halt! You do not have permission to enter my base! Explain your purpose here, who you are and who you work for!" The tiny ant girl admittedly did have incredible guts to waltz in front of you and block your path. Especially with several murderous Roraima subject standing closely behind you. Still, you clearly were going to have to explain yourself decently enough to gain her trust. She didn't seem like a mindless soldier, so surely this would be fine? If only Kaenum still were by your side to be a proper diplomat...
>What do you do next?>Calmly introduce yourself and explain your purpose. Obviously, you didn't have to be 100% honest about who you were and what you were doing here, but if your story was believable enough she'd probably let you through. (Write in how you answer her question.)>Ask her who the hell she was and what made her think she could just stand in front of you like this. She did see the various subjects by your side, right? What was she gonna do all on her own anyway? (Write in what you tell her.)>Have one of your subjects do the talking for you. Maybe one of your girls would recognise this ant girl and be able to tell her what was going on and that you meant no harm. (Write in if you send out anyone specific.)>Discuss with your men...>Something else...
>>6462932>Ask why we don’t look threatening. Don’t we have big guns and scary subjects?>Also ask if she’s relying on local power at all or if anyone in her base is because it’s getting cut very soon.
>>6462932>Calmly introduce yourself and explain your purpose. Obviously, you didn't have to be 100% honest about who you were and what you were doing here, but if your story was believable enough she'd probably let you through.We're from outside and we're searching for survivors to assist and looking to recruit help for a more.....kinetic means of lifesaving.Where's her other selves? Are they in the back and armed perchance? And is there anyone else here?Also we may need to radio Derek and ask to borrow Morgan if she's distrustful since she's the only one who's met her before and she seemed to get along well enough. Not sure if she knows Coda or Reika.-----She seems to have not met a death squad yet, probably for the best.
OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.You're gearing up to head for the Final Battle™, so right now you're just chilling back at the guild. You've had quite a nap.
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>6461434Now I'm mad! FOIGHT breaks out in the stands and the fight begins.
Rolled 71 (1d100)>>6461435>>6461434this but no fight in the stands the crowd is staunchly FOGamanicas
>>6461439They start beating the crap out of eachother while OP gets some shuteye as it's 3 AM
>>6461440Night night
>>6461440love you OP <3
"Would it be ok to fuck a beaver if it was smart enough to consent?" The Arch-Arch-Arch-Sage enlightened thus its most devoted students.
Adora vult...
>>6456252useless ass necro award, why bother
It's been two months already and i barely noticed. I'm sorry, guys, but I'm out of juice and I couldn't get it back. I didn't come back to this because I don't think readers deserve a half assed attempt just to prove I can commit.This place always calls to me, though, so maybe some other time.
>>6456277Don't worry about it champ, hope you're doing well. Cya
>>6456277No need to feel sorry. If you ever feel like continuing, that's great, if not, that's alright as well. No need to force it if you don't feel like it.
AUGUST 23RD, 1994The beating hot, summer atmosphere is suffocating in this area of the woods, the brightly lit greenery surrounds your family. The occasional squirrel or chipmunk pauses in the background, only momentarily before escaping your sight. The family picnic is today! You walk happily along the trail, your hand in your mothers, followed by your dad and your brother moving side by side in front of you. Looking up at your mom, she's so pretty. Your young eyes focus on her features, her short, curly, dark hair sits perfectly on her. "Mom!" You cry out excitedly, escaping her grip for just a mere moment.You don't waste any time, your little feet pound the dirt at a near rapid pace. Yeah, you found the perfect spot just now.Mom sighs, "aren't you a little too young to be this competitive, Alex?" She asks, before giving your head a rub. You laugh in response, you love going out with your family on these days, school is nearly about to start, summer is almost over, your first year of school at Rickmond Public Elementary school is about to begin. You shyly and secretly vow to yourself you're going to have the most fun on this trip in the world!Some time passes, the sun narrows on the horizon. Your older brother and dad have done most of the work on setting up camp, your mom spends her time keeping her eye on you as they work away during this time. He's a sight to behold, your brother is much older than you are, he has such a broad stature. His physique is comparable to one of the superheroes from your books! Your father puts his hand on his shoulder and an appreciative nod.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418036PART 2/2You fall to your knees, you're face to face with your boy, or, what's become of him that is. He's alive and still breathing, though just barely. Stripped completely free of his clothes, his body is bruised and beaten nearly beyond recognition. His shoulders are pulled from both their sockets and his face is lacerated with different strange fluids coating it. dad.. he says weakly, passing out after.The muscles in your body tighten and strain from the anger circulating inside of you. "I'm so sorry, James," you tell him, embracing his broken body with a hug. You go to lift him up, only for his limp body to struggle breathing as you assist him. The boy is tortured, broken, nearly dead. Something in you tells you that there's not much hope of him making it out of this, is it worth bringing him all the way back to camp? How would Kim and Alex react to him this way. Trying to cope with the reality of the situation, you try to muster the best course of action.>Carry James back to campComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418037>Carry James back to campIf there's a hope... even a small one... we gotta try
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp:(
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp
>>6416902Thanks for running.
Déja vu, that fleeting sensation when one's perceptions of the immediate, present scene, find themselves eerily overlapping with record already committed to memory. Some would regard it as a glitch of the mind, others as an ephemeral brush of something more; few would go as far as to liken it to a glitch of the universe itself.For yourself, Henri Ford, xenoarchaeologist by calling, freelancer by circumstance, the sensation or perhaps something similar surfaced at various times, both during your stays in civilized systems as well as when delving into ancient precursor structures, your mind primed to recognize familiar patterns as well as to discover new ones. It was not that often that these two broad categories would overlap.Right now was one of those times, as you clung to outside of the skycar as Kris was gently guiding it down the streets of the Citadel, structures still showing battle damage yet dark and eerily deserted. Before the Reapers came, you did not expect to see the Citadel, seat of galactic civilization, in this state - although you were far from dismissing such a notion in some distant future. Then the Reapers did come, and then you did not expect to see the Citadel again at all, instead throwing yourself into the fray of the desperate fight for survival against the ancient machines - or perhaps synthetic amalgams, as it turned out.Be that as it may, the Reapers have been unmade, but Citadel's troubles have not. And after going through a wild sequence of disparate adventures, you found yourself and your crew recruited to solve yet another puzzle, this time on ground that just months ago was a bustling metropolis suspended in the haze of the Serpent Nebula.Between the tumultuous recent history, swinging wildly between despair, hope, elation and revelation of a new possible crisis and new looming threats, some brand new, others resurfacing with the common enemy gone, between more personal guilt and elation at learning that your family - your mother and father - both survived the galactic crisis, you decide to take matters one step at a time, starting with the one that is right next to you, across the canopy of the car.
>>6446592Actually yeah "backup" makes sense.
Although it might be interesting to dig through the stacks upon stacks of Cerberus research, you are acutely aware of the hidden timer you are on, so you were going to need to make a good guess for where to start looking. After some consideration you decided that whatever was going on, if the facility has interesting data on the current state of affairs, it would make sense for there being a clear splitting point in data around the time anything dramatic involving the Citadel happened - Reaper invasion would be one such moment, Crucible deployment presumably another one, and considering at least some of the instruments seemed to have survived both of those, there might also be a trace of the moment when the apparent keeper corruption happened, if it did not coincide with either of those events.You bring up the appropriate analysis tools and begin parsing the records. It doesn't take you long to narrow the stacks of data to appropriate timeframes, logs from the periods you suspected to be of interest emerging for you and your companions to go over."I gave a superficial look to the records and I believe I've found several points of interest, Kris." comes Eve's voice. "Probably the most significant is an unexpected surge of power that seems to follow after the Crucible activation. It could be an unrelated aftereffect following the artifact's discharge, I see other such aftereffects among data from other Citadel sources that have them. This one looks anomalous in terms of complexity, however.""Anomalous how? Like it's more structured?" You ask."That's correct. Patterns are too organized to be just noise, even though they emerge from readings that have no actually been subject to active monitoring.""What is that supposed to mean?" You frown. "If these readouts have not been monitored, how were they recorded and kept?""I'm speaking of records from facility's own diagnostics, not from the dedicated sensor suites, although those also show qualitative changes across the relevant times and breaking points, though not in such an unambiguous way as what the diagnostics show."
You pause for a moment to wrap your head around what Eve just said. So you did find some data to investigate, even if it did not quite pop up where you would expect it."Show me those series." You growl with a nod, and a new visualisation appears at the side of your terminal. It becomes immediately apparent what Eve has been talking about - there was a qualitative shift in power supply and power grid characteristics, something that did not happen on the Citadel short of larger scale malfunctions or accidents and was usually quickly resolved both by Keepers tending to the infrastructure of the relic space station itself as well as by the maintenance crews handling the technology attached by current cycle's inhabitants. Here, though, the shift persisted, and what's more, one readout in particular seemed to mirror some unknown data structure."Does it-" You start, but Lea eagerly preempts your question."I've ran the most interesting of the readouts through a suite of decoders and lexical analysis tools. Some of it is still ongoing but I can already tell the pattern doesn't match any known Citadel service protocols. Eve would have caught that right away, anyway.""That seems likely." Eve concurs."So the signal, if it is one, may be coming from Citadel itself?""A likely possibility." Eve says. "Barring some third party or perhaps Crucible effect. But the patterns don't line up with the various emergent patterns recored from Crucible technology - that I would have access to.""Right, it came..." You check the timeline. "...after the Crucible deployment, so after the de-reaperification of the galaxy." You say to yourself, reminding yourself of the arcane pattern deconstruction capability of the relic weapon. "Would that perhaps make that signal some sort of... backup? Fallback?" You muse, and the thought prompts you to check back further. "Say, can you show me time when this facility has been established, and when experiments on the keeper terminal had started?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"It's kind of funny, if I'm right." You say, your lips already twisting into a grin. "I think Cerberus came onto something - but mostly by accident. They severed the connection of the Keeper terminal more thoroughly than they realized, including some sort of maintenance or backup signal that they didn't realize was there." You pause for a moment, running the mental image through your mind one more time. "I hypothesize, that this missing connection, that propagated into facility utilities somehow, is what kept this district exempt from whatever is going on with the Citadel.""Impressive." You turn around at the voice. It appears Henri had finally remembered what you were here for, not that you blame him for wanting to reconnect with his family. In his place... you shake the notion off. At least he seemed nothing worse for wear, in fact looking your friend and colleague in the eye you notice his gaze held a bit firmer now than it had since you reunited, a subtle pang of tension and perhaps guilt he himself may have been unaware of now assuaged. "Nice job, Kris," Henri says. "Eve, Lea. It seems we have a lead. I think I'll go take a look at the Keeper terminal proper - or would you rather, Kris?">You'll stay here and see if you can gleam some more from the Cerberus data (maintain Kris perspective)>Kris will stay here and see if he can gleam some more from the Cerberus data (shift perspective back to Henri)>You'd rather take a look at the keeper terminal now, see if you can find what Cerberus missed (maintain Kris perspective)>Kris volunteers to take a look at the keeper terminal now, see if he can find what Cerberus missed, leaving you here with the mainframe and the mysterious swordswoman. (shift perspective back to Henri)>other idea
>>6460797>>You'd rather take a look at the keeper terminal now, see if you can find what Cerberus missed (maintain Kris perspective)
drop ur d&d chars, ill try to write a little something between them and my character!
BTW mythical steve is chaotic good
>>6417350Hey
>>6417350Warforged Bard named JINGLE 4. Don't ask what happened with their predecessors.
>>6417531when the towns people spoke in whispers of an automata, scion didnt know what to expect. really, he expected anything but this hulking thing, rust staining its hands, something that made noise with every step. upon approaching the great warforged, scion could only stare up at it with a hesitant peek. when it preformed, the elf flinched, and the townsfolk gasped. its workings were like a tamborine stretched too tight, a marvel of engineering.
>>6417519Marcie(evil): Hey, you, peeping elf! Help me with these stubborn fags! I can only kill two persons a day without the police barging in!Marcie drags the elf to the stand.https://files.catbox.moe/gqypoa.png
The Idea: This is a sandbox-style interactive writing game designed to test your character creation, dialogue flow, and scene formatting. My main character, Hector, is currently moving toward a fixed goal: finding the source of a dead body's stench in a Nevada salvage yard. Along his path, he encounters your characters. Your character lives, acts, and speaks entirely inside this sandbox.-Communication Style: To speak out-of-character (OOC) to critique writing style, suggest plot shifts, or give feedback, wrap your text in parentheses: (Like this).-Fractal Writing Mechanics: Every sentence is its own micro-story; every full narrative is just a fractal expansion of a single line. Contributions of any size—from a single gerund phrase, to a punchy sentence to a short story—are welcome.-The Hook: Surviving the 404Every thread has an expiration date. In this sandbox, the 404 error is an active, inevitable apocalyptic event. Your character only survives if they can stick with the group and transition to the next thread before this one gets pruned.I have already mapped out the destination for the next thread. Once our core group of writers settles in, the next destination and survival objective will be chosen by the posters using a 'get' competition. "Surviving the 404" can mean anything you want: jumping through a localized spacetime portal, scrambling to outrun an incoming nuclear strike, or locking down ina survivalist bunker. Your sole objective is to survive alongside the rest of the cast.Who can you play? Anyone. You can write an original creation, a historical figure, or an introspective character consumed by absolute existential ennui.The Golden Rule: You can harm or hinder other characters, but you cannot kill or maim another writer's character. Everyone controls their own physical agency.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6416881>>6416871>>6416867>>6416859[SCENE CONTINUES]Hector, walking for about 30 minutes over worn gravel. The desert's sudden rain shower, pelted his fair skin. Cooled off from the heat, and feeling better after the sip of water, Hector looked around.Behind him, he looked with both his eyes and ears. Nothing was seen nor heard. No sign of that girl or what ever was on the ridge.To his right he thought he heard some rustling noise near some old cars. Past a purple the flower patch near the dead body was a Dodge car. The area around the body smelled like death was near or here. "Look Too", Hector remembered the voice. See, hear, and smell too. Probably a rat or a cat, Hector though. It's Vegas so maybe its the rat pack, the cool cats. Dean Martin and Sinatra, and the other guy. Hector's mind flashed back to concealment training. He remembered what his instructor said to him: "Remember: Look too'. ".Hector, looking up ahead, sees a bunch of rocks assembled in the form of sticks shooting from the ground. Might be the lingering effects of the recent dizzy spells and feeling like waking up at the exact time and place you where a movement ago but everything was different. Those shapes of sticks up maybe 3 miles a ahead had strange colors.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
[THE SANDBOX GET]Welcome to the roll section. We are using standard two-die (2d6) mechanics here. To break down the math for you: hitting a standard challenge roll gives you an 80% chance of basic outcomes, while hitting a DUBS roll sits at a crisp 20% chance. To put that in perspective for everyday life, you have an 80% chance that your car's turn signal is telling the absolute truth, and a 20% chance that the driver ahead of you has been cruising with his left blinker flashing since 2019. We use these grammar tools in natural conversation every day, but executing them on purpose to create a deliberate narrative effect is how we sharpen our writing skills. Roll your dice and follow your GETS assignment below:ROLLS: 2: - [SNAKE EYES] Jackpot! Pure character freedom. Write anything you want, OR drop a sudden flashback memory to reveal something about your character's past. 3: - Gerund phrases. As the author, use a gerund phrase (an "-ing" phrase acting as a noun, e.g., "Running late wasn't an option"). 4: - Verb phrases. As the author, use a verb phrase (e.g., "had been waiting"). 5: - Noun phrases. As the author, use a noun phrase (e.g., "The old wooden desk"). Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Just a thought. We need a Ted Kasinsky ty[e character. I might conjure one up if no one is interested in either being the uncle Ted or being a guy like Uncle Ted.Pic is who uncle Ted is.
Respectfully, I think you need to spend more time playing in some other quests to get a feel for what people are expecting. This all feels really unintuitive and disjointed.
>>6416839(Thanks for running.)>>6432235(You need to use parentheses or the QM won't see.)
Humankind has finally begun its eminence over the world.The nations are thriving, populations are booming, and the peoples of the surface have finally been granted the freedom and comfort to pursue finer pursuits like music, art, and crafting of frivolous things like toys and trinkets. At day, the Lights Above protect the world as they always have, and, even at night, their illumination is now harnessed to protect the settlements of man from the abyssal hordes. This peace, however, has been thrown into doubt.Something is brewing beneath earth, out of the sight of the Lights Above. Cultists worshipping the Core and its false gods have been exploding in population, more and more Magecorps being corrupted to their cause. Monster activity has heightened, and the rate of their mutation has increased. Nobody quite knows how to explain all of these coinciding phenomena, but almost everyone can agree on this— whatever's happening, it cannot be good.You, for better or for worse, are on the frontlines of this developing battlefield. Your party, the Dawnseekers is a relatively new Corps from a relatively new guild. Serving under the Dawnstone, your merry band of Spelldivers, for their own personal reasons, have opted to risk their lives to combat the Core's darkness. You, regardless of motive, are humanity's first line of defense.Link to relevant information including mechanics, equipment, and spell sigils: https://rentry.org/spelldivers
>>6452181Add Smitesalve too. If Roa wants it, I must vouch for it.
>>6452148>SNAKECYPRUS>FAERIE RING>GLUTTONFIRE GLOVES>BOLTURBINE>BLADE DANCE>SPELLPICKS>MELEE SUPPORT BOX>BEASTMAULER MASTIFF>>6452147Lansa's eyes widen at the sight of a Manhattan."Ahh he he he! Never in a thousand years would I think to meet a drink similar to the Ireqqeni 'Polvora' khammr. We use Blazeberry and Blastpowder, though - slightly spicier!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452147>Guidegust [COST: 80 CORESHARDS]>Lob [COST: 100 CORESHARDS]>Smitesalve [COST: 80 CORESHARDS]>Kudryavka’s Sensational Spellpicks [COST: 730 CORESHARDS (120/850)]
>>6452882Hearing her name, the witche slithers over to the burn victim with fresh intrigue burning in her sole visible eye. Stooping over one of the freshly-poured drinks--not hers or Lansa's, I might add--like a dog about to lap up a puddle, She gives the beverage a few wary sniffs before adopting a ponderous pose."There is a mold that clings to the bottom of the Kuurak Tree where the bog's lifeblood meets its roots... creature and hunter alike rub it on their scales, skin, and fuzz to ward off predators. A single bite can cause permanent blindness and a persistent pain in the extremities for the rest of a natural life.... In the correct proportions, it goes well in tea. It would do nicely in a cooperative concoction, Burned Boy."
New thread.>>6453437
Welcome to QUEST ART GENERAL, a quest for showcasing the art of your quest and its characters! Players of all skill levels are welcome!Quest mechanics:1. Don't be a spamshit. Multiple posts are fine but keep it below Souv level.2: You are free to draw/post work of others' characters, but no begging.3. Keep it SFW. This is a blue board. If you feel the need for otherwise, link it in the thread so it doesn't get nuked.4. No dramafagging/vendettafagging, or blatant shitting on others' art. Again, this is a quest to draw and vibe about art, /qst/ OCs, and their respective lore.5. If someone does give you fanart of your quest/character, be sure to thank that anon for their hard work as soon as you can, it's just common courtesy :)Drawing Resources:https://pastebin.com/DbyjxmfdLOOMIS:> https://alexhays.com/loomis/Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Also because I'm not someone who goes without posting work...
>>6451112FOOLISH WOMAN, Everybody knows that soda is best when it is at the lowest possible temperature. Slightly cold soda just doesn't do it. If you want to enjoy, it must be just slightly shy of freezing.
I hope Sith Ascendant comes back soon, I want to commission more art for it.
>>6451108Oh yeah??? Prove it, draw something right now!
Actually, the fanservice is plot-relevant.
Your name is Ryan Drozdowski. (A stupid name for a girl, you think, but you can’t control your parent’s decisions.) You’re 15 years old. It’s August, 2009. Next week, you start your sophomore year of high school. There’s nothing to look forward to. You’re not popular, and you don’t have any friends.Today, you’re home alone like usual. Your parents aren’t cruel but they’re neglectful; working-class, too busy to make time for you.Looking for ways to occupy yourself, you dig through unopened boxes from the old house. (It got foreclosed last year. You don’t understand why the bank took it away, but you miss that place and you hate this fuck ass new apartment.) You hope to find something interesting tucked away in all the junk, the folded up clothes, the tacky holiday decor.Against all odds, you do.Your fingers brush against the cold metal of a silver flip phone you don’t recognize. It must have belonged to your older sister. (You don’t remember her having one, but you don’t remember her well at all. She died when you were 7, or ran away, or something like that. Your parents don’t talk about her.) The moment you pick it up properly, it rings loud enough to make you jerk back and wince. An electronic jingle fills the otherwise silent air of your living room. Too sudden. After taking a breath, you flip it open with your thumb to pick up the call.It goes quiet again. It’s dead.… Strange.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6419942Sorry to hear that QM
>>6419942are you korean OP?
>>6420726>North korean>kim jong un stabs art hand as punishment
Well, now I'm worried...
>>6419942Is your hand feeling better, now?
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423751Cumber doesn't listen to a brief about what his opponents can do. And Lavender's punches didn't hurt, not until he spat a cloud of poison in his eyes and he was blinded. His arrogance was his downfall, underestimating the Ninth's hounds. Something Roh will be VERY smug about, learning how Cumber tore through the Sixth's Saiyans.>>6423757He wants to ENJOY a fight, he doesn't just want to just crush weaklings. He seeks true battle, to get the blood flowing.>>6423762Oof.>>6423767He's a complicated case. Arrogant, but rightfully so because he's strong. But too simple, and isn't built for tricky, sneaky opponents. He was forged into a deadly warrior by the Saiyan War on Sadala. Saiyan against Saiyan. He does view races who don't even match his baseline, untransformed power as inferior.>>6423790Precisely. That's why Karn prevailed, and Cumber fell. Karn fought to win, Cumber lost because he just loves fighting.
>>6423939>Roh will be VERY smug about, learning how Cumber tore through the Sixth's Saiyans.>being smug about people losing against the HARDEST TYPE ADVANTAGE possibleWhat a tool.
>>6423436>“WHAAAAAAT?!” Beerus, Champa, Kusu, Zamasu, and even Moro exclaim, shocked.Very interesting epilogue. I can’t get used to seeing Moro as God of Destruction. An official deity. >“The complete liberation of all mortals from under the boots of the divine. And the complete eradication of the gods, all the way up to GrandZen-Oh himself.”Isn’t that what Moro secretly wants too? Though he sworn loyalty to Universe 10, so I guess he must play his role of the deity now. Right? He is what he hates.>>6423672>By the time of Karn vs Granolah? All of them that participated in the ToP, challenging their fighters.That’s crazy. Though that’s probably dream come true scenario for Cumber. Right? He is all about fighting for the sake of fighting and those strong opponents are what he wants. This also implies that Doctor Doom was or will be attacked. I’m really curious how that fight went. >All of them that participated in the ToP, challenging their fighters.Does this mean that there is a chance that Chilli or Caulifa also had/has/will have a visit from Cumber?>24 hours to go! I hope you're ready!Yes. Very much.>>6423736Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423971He was the first eliminated. He'll take the win to hold over the others whose fighters got bested by him.>>6424053Yeah. He's the real deal. But no, he doesn't want to liberate mortal kind, he wants to REPLACE the gods as ruler of everything.He's having fun.>spoilerPerhaps we'll see?Potentially.Good, because the next episode is SOONNot everyone's good for every fight. But the Trio de Danger are used to using that jump-juitsu and poisoning unsuspecting foes. Wearing them down with wolfpack tactics until their prey falls. And Cumber is exactly the kind of prey they prefer.
New episode begins now:>>6424117
You are a cursed sword.Your fondest dream is to one day lend your corruptive power to a noble and beautiful lady knight and then savor her slow descent into depravity, madness, and villainy. Unfortunately, you are currently stuck in your pedestal, incapable of movement. It is a comfortable pedestal, and the Dungeon Core has told you that you're in a secret treasure vault, a room that adventurers covet and seek out for reasons no monster truly understands. Someone will eventually find you, and when they do they will certainly pick you up, for you've been presented as a Venerable Holy Sword to all adventurers.Still, eventually is eventually, and you might get picked up by a man instead of the beautiful lady knight of your dreams. You need to...>Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up.>Focus your energies and attempt to float away.>Make enough noise that the secret treasure vault is not so secret anymore.>Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]Let's see if they have actual soul energy. And hope that Karen won't immediately drown it out of us again.
>>6452059>Jae takes center stageCurious to see what he would do.
>>6452059>>6452239If it happens to be a tie again, I'll switch to other anons vote (letting Jae do sth here).
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]>>6451607I remember one which got revived 3 or 4 times, because the premise was simple and would need maybe 8 votes to complete, after which the next QM would make a new characterIt was called human male fighter quest iirc
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]
Countless particulates drift through the air, stick to your membrane, wet your body.It's noisy. A stream roars as it cuts through the ground below you, drowning out the chatter of the pursuers, subsuming the clank of their boots. But you still hear them. You still know not to stop.The gratings they run on screech under their pressure. You know, instinctively, that there are six feet following you--three of them. Metal scrapes against metal as a door forces its way open and you catch sight of them. They're warm.
>>6416051>The cat
>>6416051>Yourself
>>6416060>>6416062>>6416071>>6416389Going to lock this in. Will be a while until the post.
>>6416593Thanks for running.
A lot of people were really excited for the new millennium. Some were panicking about Y2K and others said that too much money was being spent to fix the issue for it to happen. Besides, fridges and planes didn't have advanced clocks in them.But MREs can always be eaten later, and farmers, if they have the money, can save up produce, stockpile some firearms and ammunition, and buy a few months of gasoline ahead of time. You were more prepared than that, and so were plenty of "survivalists" and "preppers". But none of you expected what actually happened, and now you're in the early spring woods of Wyoming, during the late 2000s, trying to cobble the world you knew back together. Choose your faction / strongest allyNORADBased in a heavily fortified, underground complex in Colorado Springs, NORAD serves as the last organized remnant of the splintered United States military and government. They represent humanity's greatest hope for reclaiming North America by spearheading the "Great American Bug Hunt" and utilizing their vast resources to supply and coordinate independent militias. To combat the alien threat, NORAD's scientists also develop radical, top-secret initiatives like living "Organitechnology" weapons, a trained psychic combat corps, and genetically modified human-Bug super-soldiers known as Splicers.The League of Free CitiesLocated primarily in the Pacific Northwest, the League of Free Cities is a loose federation of nine large, fortified bunker towns and numerous smaller survivalist settlements. These thriving communities share rudimentary trade routes, a cellular communication network, and a mutual defense pact that allows them to quickly unite and crush any attacking Bug swarms or Warlord gangs. Exceptionally well-stocked for the post-Meltdown world, the League boasts active mercantile exchanges, large caches of pre-collapse weaponry, and even a rudimentary air force of gliders and gyrocopters.The Wyoming Free IrregularsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>64186883. Having enough for a long while just means that there is still a day we will be plum out of luck. Also the bugs are a threat as long as either they ain't dead or people are still using electricity on a grid. The WFI isn't safe from bugs unless we can exert our will on the dumber citizens on using electricity!
Rolled 21, 14 + 25 = 60 (2d100 + 25)>>6418746
It's a bit hard to update when there isn't a lot of interest and it was harder when the outcome was so bad. I had to spend a few days trying to think of if everyone just died or what happened, but then I thought of an answer. [B]Then I got IP blocked for posting too much??[/b][b][red]-4, No AND[/red]/b]It was a very difficult process trying to convince people that maybe we shouldn't be connecting ourselves to the main grid. The whole grid went down and as far as we knew, a lot of the world went down with it. That didn't make any sense... There was power plants and facilities that hadn't been updated in the 1980s, so they didn't have computers. Not to mention, at least one or two survivalist's mentioned.. Unix and somehow about how Y2K was a problem with uh... That software...The explanation that people understood was that software was like if you had a diesel engine or a gasoline engine, or if you were a woman or a man. Software decided what the computer could do and how it worked, and how you worked with it.There was some weird mathematically problem with Unix software, where it counted up to a certain point and past that, it would glitch and max out at the highest or lowest possible number. Some of you said the magnetic poles moved, some blamed the illuminati, some blamed aliens, some "the bugs", some lizard people, and even some blamed zombies. Quite a few others just thought it was some technical issue, terrorism, or some rogue state. Maybe it was the CIA? ---Regardless, using the radio to listen was likely fine, but being connected to the rest of the power grid and the internet would expose us to whatever took everything out earlier. If we did setup a grid, it should be local and be monitored. Besides, gasoline should be for trucking the sick or going to fetch antibiotics. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423189I don't know how quests are supposed to work. Maybe we need saiyans? Does having saiyans make quests popular?
Rolled 26, 18 = 44 (2d100)>>6428272I don't understand the quest rules. Are we supposed to roll?
