"You look up at the sky, witnessing the cosmic vastness. Motes of light spread over the distant infinite." "You can hear wind, far away. A cliff halves your view above." "A coldness grips your legs, even with the heat from the burning car you had crawled out of." "Each breath becomes more difficult to take and the pooling blood beneath you creates an uncomfortable wetness." "You are going to die." Shaman "Flesh upon the altar, death a few breaths away." Insect "Another sorry fuck to befall us." Nymph "Cheer up, bozo. I think it could make a fine replacement." Insect "No, fear will sharpen it. Look at it, crawling towards choice." "A thing comes closer to view, the blurry mass defining into a horrid shape." "It's addressing you." Insect "Can you hear me? This is more than an insult wrapped in a handshake!" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402142>He gives you new burial somewhere else. "The man believes he brings you peace," "A sense of clarity, some release." "But he can't grasp the truth you keep." "That chosen torment runs too deep." "To endure for a new future to reap." "He cannot hear your voiceless cry," "Or see the fire that burns inside." "He leaves you in a grave once more," "Far from the rot, far from the core." "Not alone—you're not the only one." "This pit holds many, all undone."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"The conversation ended, but the Shaman made no move to dismiss you." "You neared the center of the garden, where the willow-like tree stood." "Its withered limbs and blackened bark were wrapped in faded cloth, as if to hide the scars of age and rot." "A single branch sagged slightly lower than the rest, its talismans shifting in the breeze to reveal a pink, velvety fruit beneath." "The fruit glowed faintly in the dim light, too perfect, too ripe." "The wind stirred. The talismans. Bone charms, straw dolls, and etched wooden slivers. They clinked together like a warning chime.""You ran your hand over the cloths covering the tree, trying to imagine what exactly they were hiding." "A soft, warm surface with a rough texture was all you could make out." "You pulled your hand back when you noticed a creaking sound.""You glanced toward the Shaman. He wasn't looking."What do you want to steal? (There is no punishment to stealing ONE thing)>A Fruit>One of the talisman'sComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402383>A Fruit>Ask about your jailer's fears.
>>6402382Oh man, poor dead guys. Did we pick wrong?>>6402383>One of the talisman'sCould be useful to protect us from our bosses, or what they send us to deal with in the future.>Ask if more humans coming to the area would be good for then, then.Don't tell Shaman about the mayor's plan, pose it as a hypothetical.
>>6402627Can switch to talisman.
In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.== Archive==https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KingQM== Recap of our situation ==Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…
>>6402585>>6402595>>6402602Option locked in, psychologist Vegeta is real.
“I will go and speak with her after a short rest, don’t worry.”A smile is drawn on Bulma’s face. “That’s great.” She says. “You’re a good person, Vegeta.”You scoff, turning your chair around to watch the stars. You hear your visitor walk away and the door opening and closing.Good person? You ponder as you watch the stars. Probably not. You’ve killed. A lot. Entire worlds fell by your hand, sometimes their population were purged by you and Nappa alone. You grit your teeth. If she knew, if the rest of the earthlings knew, it may damage your relations with them forever.You notice that now that you’re no longer tapping the desk, you’re tapping the armrest on your chair, you close your fist to stop it. Then it’s your foot tapping the ground incessantly, you stop it too.“Ugh.” You get up. You wanted to rest in your room if only for a little while but your body forbids it. Might as well get this over with.As you walk the hallways, you see Turles and Raditz heading your way. Turles says his goodbyes and heads to his room while Raditz smiles at you and heads towards you. His dense hair is tied up in a gigantic ponytail, which he’s grown accustomed to wearing ever since he began spending time with his brother.“Prince Vegeta, how are you feeling?” He asks.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
His stare goes off to nowhere in particular, unwilling to challenge yours. “Well, the only two we’ve seen for the past month.”Tch. You feel your hand grip your arm harder. “Bulma and Calava?”“Yeah.”“And?”“And what?” He asks, confused.“What are your opinions?”“Uh.” He’s wondering if his next statements will be met with a furious punch. That would come later though, in training, maybe a mistake or two in the amount of energy delivered, nothing major. “I think Calava’s cute, she tries very hard to prove herself.”You chuckle. A Saiyan talking like that, almost like a child. It drives a laugh out of you. Raditz reacts with a shameful chuckle of his own. “I guess so.” You say as the laugh subsides. “And Turles?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>”Be reasonable, Calava. I am only here to help.” It might be best to be gentle.>”I am your Prince, and we will speak of it.” Perhaps appealing to your authority might break through her shell.>”Fine, I will respect your decision, but I ask you to come find me when you’re ready to speak of it.” Maybe letting her take the lead will make this easier on her.>Write-in
What do we think about making a deal?She’ll punch us as hard as she can, and if she puts us on the floor we’ll leave it alone for now. If she doesn’t, though, she has to talk about it, at least a little bit.
In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401617>>Where do these ancient trees come from then?
"How can one discern the future from the stars?" Astrologers were usually seen as more of a curiostiy, certainly there were wizards who specialised in the study of the heavens, but they were known by a different name. Astrology, as far as the church was concerned, was a nonsensical, though harmless, frivolity. For none could peer truly into the future with full detail save for the gods.Divination and scrying were therefore allowed, but not trusted, and yet. The orb your sister used was older than the church and most likely wrought by one who had a deeper connection to the stars than any mere mortal. Her vision rang true; you had seen the most firm hint at it yourself. But when you looked at the stars, they were just that, stars, tiny specs of light beyond your reach that held no answers. "Ahhhhhhh," the ent rumbled. "That is a mystery; the stars are ever moving, ever-changing, much like the future itself. The constellations have been used for centuries to guide us, but their meanings are never set in stone." The ent withdrew before continuing on. "The future can be divined, but the astral realm is vast and ever-shifting. It only gives the seers the tiniest of clues, which are then put together over many, many years. It usually isn't enough to make a complete picture, but well, the stargazers would be better at explaining it than I." He spoke further, but like a doddering grandfather, his words meandered off into unrelated stories and anecdotes about how great the world was back in the day, when men were far away. The elves were more numerous, and magic was stronger.You did want a way out, but at the same time, you also didn't want to seem impolite, and with how these creatures are so long-winded, you knew it would take a while to find an appropriate moment to excuse yourself. It would be a while, you figured, at least until supper. Meanwhile, in the library. High shelves filled with dusty tomes loomed overhead, built into the walls, with only white pilasters breaking them up into sections. Everything here seemed ancient, from the mosaic-laden floors to the stained-glass in the roof, which projected vivid patterns onto the floor.You moved further into the chamber, keeping your dress from dragging on the floor as you looked for the librarian. Your purpose in coming here was clear; if Dietrich was busy making friends among the fae, then you should go out and consult their collection for any and all information, whether it be mundane or magical, to be of use in the coming darkness.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402410>Plagues and diseases.Saint Sophia!
>>6402410>Plagues and diseases.
>>6402410>>On the heart oaks, like the one in Albrechtsburg
"Don't wait for me, just get Kimble and start working on him as soon as you can." You say, mashing your hand into your horn as someone lurches to a stop ahead of you."You sure, rook? We cou-""It's more important than me, sir. We have a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time to do it." You pause for a moment and add on. "No man is an island, I trust you guys to handle it.""Not leaving me a lot of room to say no here.""Learnt from the best. If anyone can break him down, it's you.""I'm gonna have his Ivan-ass singing like a bird for us. I'll make sure he knows what's waiting for him in gen pop if he gets put away.""Good. I'll come find you once I wrap up the debriefing.""Sounds good, if I'm busy in the interrogation feel free to take up a seat."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Bloody- Yes. That's me, you git." He huffs and settles back onto the sill. "I'll make sure he doesn't suspect a thing, if anything YOU had better make sure you don't blow the play.""If you think you can handle it..." You say lifting your hands and suppressing a small grin."You're winding me up.""You tried first.""Bah." John waves a hand in your direction. "How soon will you be able to get me the information on Ms. Kyle?"He says her name 'Ms. Kyle' in an exaggerated snotty tone before smiling at his own immaturity."Soonest possible would be tomorrow, after I bring it up to Gordon.""Sorted." He announces dramatically, rising to his feet from the windowsill. "I will see you then, I have drinks to get back too before they go warm."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402356>"Wait, how will I contact you when I have the information you need?">"You know you're going to help me with SIM before I give you that information right? Just wanna make sure we're on the same page."Batman DID have a point. Best we don't hand John every little thing he needs to get out of Gotham too quickly.
>>6402369+1
>>6402369This'll do nicely +1
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. To them, your only value comes from how profitable your research is.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), but it's really not what you're good at. You were a random accountant before they dragged you into an underground facility that's hundreds of feet underground. Their standards must be low if they kidnapped someone like you.On the bright side, you've been making good progress with all of the anomalies you've been researching. Maybe that's why they hired you? You have a knack with anomalies and their ARTIFACTS. You were told anomalies were born from human ideas and concepts, so maybe this is just you trying to help anything resembling a human? Who knows.All you know is that it's what you're good at, and that alone is enough to keep you going. One day at a time. No matter what gets thrown your way, you'll find a way to handle it.As for what happened recently?NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition is starting to rapidly deteriorate. It seems to be the inevitable fate of anomalies once you get to truly understand them. You're trying your best to stabilize her condition.Your cat, EL FELINO, exploded. In its place, you were left with an anomaly named LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, who has set out to do everything in its power to make your life miserable. Against your better judgement, you've agreed to work with a woman who's been stalking you for the last few days. You still don't get Venti's deal or why she's obsessed with you of all people. At least she works hard.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402858>ORTHA'S ORGANICS. These guys should know a LOT about how you can improve your CIGARETTE MOLD production.>FANTASTICAL FEASTS. You got a lot of excess samples sitting in your lab. Maybe they got advice on what you should do with them?>WARDEN SECURITY SERVICES. You're going to get into a lot of fights over the upcoming days. This company should get you the supplies you need to complete your contracts.>SAINT'S SKULL (UTILITY. When an anomaly is nearby, you'll be given a warning and a hint on what kind of properties it might have.)>SINNER'S NAIL (UTILITY. Passively offers vague clues and hints to help you safely complete SIDEQUESTS.)
>>6402858>P-12 CORPORATION. They're a lead on the HARD TIMES case, and getting closer to them should also get you closer to Q&Q.>WARDEN SECURITY SERVICES. You're going to get into a lot of fights over the upcoming days. This company should get you the supplies you need to complete your contracts.>ExTINCTION CORP. Your body is going to go through a lot. Try to wrangle some more physical upgrades out of them, for you and your coworkers.>GUIDING HANDS (WEAPON...? During a fight, once per skill check, you may reroll a dice that rolled 30 or lower.)>SINNER'S NAIL (UTILITY. Passively offers vague clues and hints to help you safely complete SIDEQUESTS.)
>>6402853>What you didn't expect to pull out was a maid's dress.excellent>It's a lot of fabric, pretty nice fabric actually,>because the fabric feels incredibly cheapum>but I know them like the back of your hand!"I love that this is spreading.>>6402856These are all valuable in some way. Honestly though, I don't way to yoink items that keep Angel in one piece.>From scraps from one of the angels I protect.I do wonder about this line. Angel's not a researcher i think; what "angels" are he referring to? I don't think now is really the time, but I'd like to poke him about this at some point.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402891>weird dress description'now that you know what it is" being the key phrase. Vincent just absolutely loathes the dress on principle, or more accurately, the fact he found it when Venti was aroundProbably could've phrased it better to indicate he changed his mind once he realized it was a cosplay maid outfit.>what "angels" are he referring to?From what you know, he has a weird complex over anomalies. He sees most of them as demons, and some of them as angels. Why? Who knows.
>>6402858>ORTHA'S ORGANICS. These guys should know a LOT about how you can improve your CIGARETTE MOLD production.>EVE'S ELECTRONIC EMPORIUM. You do have a new android friend. Maybe they could offer products that could help KIERA and SACA out.>WARDEN SECURITY SERVICES. You're going to get into a lot of fights over the upcoming days. This company should get you the supplies you need to complete your contracts.>SINNER'S NAIL (UTILITY. Passively offers vague clues and hints to help you safely complete SIDEQUESTS.)>SAINT'S SKULL (UTILITY. When an anomaly is nearby, you'll be given a warning and a hint on what kind of properties it might have.)(by the way QM you should update the Allies page)
The Dark Lord has lost, defeated by the Heroes. Where once there was a mighty empire, now there is only cursed land, waiting to be reclaimed and subjugated by the powers of light, and scattered monsters prowling aimlessly and trying to survive.You are a demon. The mental shackles subjugating your mind to your superiors have been broken in the chaos following the dark forces' complete defeat, and now you're free to act out of your own will.And you sure as fuck don't know where to go from here.You are one of the weakest demons, but even in your current form, you can take on several humans, untrained or with low fighting experience, and win.You derive your power from the souls you collect by slaying humans, elves and other sapient beings. You can spend them to strengthen yourself. Besides regular souls, beings of great power and heroes possess greater souls, which you'll need once you grow sufficiently powerful.Besides souls, you have equipment, objects you will need to gather resources and a skilled craftsman to make for you. Currently, you do not know any, but you will meet some as you explore. Generally speaking, looted equipment is made for people of other races and skillsets, so you will need custom-made pieces the vast majority of the time. You can, however, salvage or modify existing equipment to fit yourself. It would still require some resources and a craftsman, however.Finally, there's your base. Currently, you don't have one, but in the future, creating a place from where to mount expeditions to far lands, house your partners, be they companions or craftsmen, and retreat to and rest in, will be important.OPPORTUNITY LISTComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6397827>Event / Boon: Pay a visit to the Dark Seer. [do you want a blessing, a glimpse into something you don't know, or something else?]Blessing sounds good.
>>6397941>>6398074>Event / Boon: Pay a visit to the Dark Seer. [Blessing]In the middle of a clearing in the woods, there is a tent illuminated from within, smoke escaping from a hole at the top. Demons, men and other beings that drank of the corruption plaguing the land come and go, awaiting their chance to speak to the Dark Seer. Soon, your turn comes.You enter the tent, finding an arrangement of charms and magical items you do not know the purpose of standing and hanging like a forest within, precariously close to the fire yet untouched by it. Amid this forest, before the flame, sits a figure in black robes. A staff is inclined leisurely between his arms.Your cannot clearly see the Seer's facial features, not only because of the hood, but because even in front of the bonfire, they are not illuminated. Only purple, glowing eyes watching everything around him, watching you.He doesn't speak until you do."Greetings, wise one," you say, kneeling in respect. "May you live for thousands of years, and your eye witness any danger, and your hand stop it. May the fates bless you with luck, and your hand seize it. May your wisdom never end, and your hand dispense it to us. My name is Valefar. I ask of a blessing, if you would be generous enough to give me one.""I will." The Seer responds simply, his voice calm and surprisingly human. "Come closer."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"It seems you have a question," he says, his voice normal again. "Ask away."You're surprised by his willingness to indulge your curiosity, but don't miss the opportunity."What brings you to this land, travelling alone? It is far from the most important of provinces.""Everyone is leaving the cursed land," the Seer says. "I'm going north, where the hand of Ascelian kingdoms won't reach me." The fire crackles in peace for a few moments, but you do not interrupt him. "They will soon be here, too. Their priests are already cleansing the core lands. They haven't reached the beastmen' forests yet, but they will. It'll be years before they purge the corruption, but their dominion is already there, with heavy garrisons patrolling the land, killing demon and monster alike."He pauses."You'll need to find a way to hide and work from the shadows or leave as well, north or east, beyond the mountains. Take that as a suggestion. Go away, now. I have already spent too much time on you... even considering what I've seen in your future."You bow and dare not object. You exit the tent and head out of the clearing, into the night.[You will be slightly more powerful when fighting against humans.]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6399335>Contact / Scout: Investigate the light and house in the woods.Sounds like we'd better wrap up business in this area.
>>6399335>Contact / Scout: Investigate the light and house in the woods.
''He was many a thing to many a person. The wise mentor, who helped the hero on his way; the able wizard, always able to conjure up new tricks and spells; the trustworthy advisor, there to guide the king or queen on their way to greatness; the beloved courtier, whose suggestions always won favour at court; the loyal friend, who stood by through thick and thin; the compassionate healer, who tended to the sick and wounded with care and skill. All of these were masks in one way or the other, and though many spoke of him, none knew him.He was a king, a priest, a merchant and a sorcerer, and yet he was also the dirty man toiling in the fields and the cutthroat lurking in the alleyway. A thousand roles, and yet he always came back with another: the elven prince, the dwarven master craftsman, the orc warchief, the hooded stranger. He was the priest of the sun god in the sweltering jungles of the south and the incarnation of the winter king in the taiga of the frigid north.But what lay beneath? But a malevolence unrivalled, a desire to impose order upon all life, to make this world rigid and unyielding to his whims. And he played his parts well; sometimes he arose, deceived a people into worshipping him, and made their land, their people, and their culture but a part of his vision.Coalition-building might have been his true strength, both in his favour and against him. His efforts led him far, building an empire that stretched from the jungles over the deserts and steppes to the ice caps. From east to west, from north to south, nowhere was truly safe from his reach.And at the centre of it all lay a place most desolate, a blighted landscape, where nought stood but a dark tower. Here he planned, coordinated, plotted and sat upon his throne, in between leading his dark hosts or going out to conduct his eldritch plans and rituals elsewhere.'' https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewThe deed was done; a rebellion had been squashed once again, their cavern home rendered uninhabitable by your own toxic fumes. Part of you had wished to crawl through, rip the little leader from his hiding hole, and eat him wholesale.But you elected not to; no, instead you made certain that if there were those who had survived, they would never see the sky again, nor would they hew their way out, for you melted the stone shut. When you finally got out of the caverns, the mountain partially caved in, sealing off any chance of escape for the rebels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401576>Try to land on a balcony.Come out to play, nerd.
It was difficult to find, but a balcony upon the tower was to be found, looking out over the red wastes. Unfortunately for you, it was a bit too small to land on without some finicky manoeuvring. And the spikes and razor-like decorations didn't exactly help matters either.You slowed down, trying to find a safe place to land. That this sorcerer hasn't tried to attack you yet must mean he either isn't afraid of you, is distracted, or is setting up a trap.Nevertheless, you tried to grip onto the railing. All while trying to keep your wings from cutting themselves on the sharp metal edges. A tricky thing, you were a bit too big for this, and while you were grabbing on to the railing with your hind legs, you felt it start to bend. With your forearms and tails, you struggled to maintain your balance.Your only real hope to get out of this situation now was to transform back into an elf, which you did as quickly as you could. Jumping off the railing and onto the balcony proper, walking up to the door, which was locked.Not to be undone, you wrung loose a piece of the tower and threw it in a window, shattering the glass and allowing you to climb inside. The room was dark and dry, reeking of both boredom and erudition. You walked around the broken glass carefully, trying not to step on any of the shards. Picking up the pace, you quickly found the central staircase. Looking down, it spiralled down and down into the darkness, disappearing from view.Looking up, you saw a faint purple light, close enough to the top, so you quickly ascended the staircase two steps at a time. Reaching the top, you found yourself in a dimly lit library, filled with dusty tomes and ancient scrolls. In the middle stood a model of the solar system, the planets intricately detailed and glowing softly in the dim light. Not much of notice, it would take another century or three before the planets would be aligned, so you didn't bother with it much. If this was the library, then the top itself would be where the sorcerer would be found.Scaling yet another flight of stairs, you indeed found yourself at the top of the tower, an empty room, save for the various magical artefacts scattered around. And in the middle, a tall, lanky figure dressed in dark blue robes, four eyes glowing faintly blue. The rest of their face was obscured by a hood. "Who, who dares to disturb the meditations of the great Ur'zara?" It said in a voice nasal and high-pitched, You did not find this screeching to be very intimidating.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402328>Shut thy clap, thou bibliophage.> Not to be undone, you wrung loose a piece of the tower and threw it in a window, shattering the glass and allowing you to climb insideEvil overlord is a delinquent. That’s hilarious.
>>6402328>Shut thy clap, thou bibliophage.
>>6402328>Your Lord and Master....Foamy the Squirrel!
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.
Goddamnit Ace, stop acting like some kinda videogame protagonist! That's our schtick!
>>6402635Ha, but I mean... Kinda IS his schtick. And Ace's relevance to The End and why it feels familiar to him might be revealed later. Chronoa knows, but she hasn't said anything to anyone or even hinted at any such knowledge.
>>6402706She DID wish him into existence to fix Time or something. I thought with Karn's influence and Ace defecting meant that wish was a bust but maybe his purpose is just yet to be fulfilled...
>>6402706Hm...if the Berserker Soul and Divine Dragon Force could survive the erasure of their timeline, why not other entities? To that end, is it possible Ace's soul is starting to resonate with his counterpart from a prior timeline that tried and failed to stand up to The End?
24 hours to go! I hope you're ready for your first real eldritch taste!>>6402710Quite possibly. But a better question: WHERE did Xeno Shenron summon Ace from? If he was pulled from a timeline, it would have appeared as a distortion in a time scroll.>>6402717It is possible. Dumplin and Chronoa both have survived multiple reality erasures, after all.
You come into the world on a cold morning in a room that used to be a storehouse.Your mother bleeds on a straw mattress while the midwife works between her legs and your father prays in the hall. He prays standing. Kneeling is hard for him now. His left leg was shattered below the knee two years ago by a mace blow at the siege of Chauvency, and the bone never quite set the right way. He does not limp so much as lurch. He was captured in that same battle, dragged from under his dead horse, and held for a ransom that cost him everything. Everything. The silver plate. The grain stores. The warhorses, all three. The income from two villages, pledged to the abbey of St. Rémy for six years. And the castle -- your great-great-grandfather's castle, the seat of the family for five generations -- signed over to the man who captured him. Sire Gérard de Valenne, who lives there now with his wife and children and hounds, and who nods to your father at mass on Sundays with the faintly superior courtesy reserved for men one has ruined.There is only the manor house now. Stone foundations, timber above, a leaking roof your father lacks the constitution or the silver to mend. A mere forty souls in the village depend on upon him. Yet he serves them well. He hears their complaints, settles their quarrels, forgives their debts even when he shouldn't. The old servants, the ones who knew him from his boyhood and followed him from the relinquished castle, say he is a different man since the siege. They mean it as praise. Certainly, your mother found a new depth of love for him in his weakness, his humiliation. You were, perhaps, the product of it. The midwife holds you up, still bloody, and you scream.She carries you to the hall, where your father turns from his prayers. He takes you in his arms -- carefully, because his grip is not what it once was -- and studies your face with grave attention, as though your destiny were writ in the lines above your eyes and he alone the augur who could decipher them. The midwife watches too. So does old Agnès, your mother's woman, who has opinions about everything and a liberty to air them that could only come from long, trusted service.Naturally, it is Agnès who breaks the peace.>She says you have your father's jaw, set firm, even now, as though daring the world to move you. A proud nature.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6400154>Take the game in hand, then grant him the honor of stalemate.
>>6400154>Take the game in hand, then grant him the honor of stalemate.patience young padawan, a tie would show we are a very smart and mature big boy cause we didn't lose but also didn't antagonize our "current" liege lord/host.
>>6400154>Hide your strength and let Geoffroi have his easy win.Stalemate option is fine with me too, but I'd prefer Geoffroi to think he was superior.
This is a world of bloodthirsty monsters, ever hungry cannibals, bandits, brutal slavers. Wild beasts rule the deserts and plains, survival alone is a grueling struggle. Not even the strong can make it here in this desolate place.There's no history or record of what it was or how it came to be, there's only survival.Your beginnings will be no different. You will not be the chosen one. You’re not great and powerful. You are not the center of the universe, and you are not special. Unless you work for it.Each choice will take you to a part of the world, it will not be safe nor you will find allies nearby. Choose. >The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert. )>The Slave (Just another slave working in the pits digging rocks and metal to build a pointless statue.)
>>6398713>>Fight the ninja
>>6398713>Fight the banditsAll these fight the ninja votes crack me up. At least give yourself a chance anons.
>>6398713>Fight the banditsIf we try to fight her we will die. >>6398969Right? It's very silly.
>>6398713>Fight the banditsWe stand no chance against the Ninja.
>>6398763Lol just realized I entered the wrong option meant>Fight the banditsNinja could have assassinated us at anytime and was stalking us this whole time for some reason. Probably for shits and giggles probably.
The Dragonair lunges and the crowd roars. "Thunder Wave!" you shout, and your partner executes the move with singular grace, electricity crackling across the arena floor. The opposing Machamp staggers, muscles seizing, and for one bright moment the match is yours.A kid next to you turns up the volume on his PokéGear, snapping you out of the memory.You're on a bench in Goldenrod Station with your bag between your feet and a promotional "Moocha" going cold in your hand -- MooMoo Milk and a single shot of espresso, Whitney's smiling face on the cup. The kid next to you, ten or eleven with a Sentret perched on his backpack, is watching Pokémon League reruns on a PokéGear screen no bigger than a playing card. It's not one of your matches, nor your Dragonair, from two years ago. You look away, slightly relieved.Goldenrod at rush hour is an intolerable racket of voices, horns, and traffic. Commuters crowd into the Magnet Train platform while a group of young trainers clusters around a map kiosk, backpacks stuffed with Potions and dried Oran Berry trail mix. A recruitment poster for the Goldenrod Gym hangs on the nearest pillar -- Whitney's Miltank grinning beside bold text: THINK YOU'RE TOUGH ENOUGH? You've walked past it three times in three separate locations today.Your PokéGear buzzes in your pocket. The caller ID reads BLACKTHORN GYM and a name that makes you immediately swipe left to dismiss. You slide the PokéGear back into your pocket. Dragonair's Pokéball brushes your wrist as you do so, faintly warm the way it always is. You couldn't bring yourself to box her or trade her away like you did the others. You've been through too much together.The departures board above the main concourse clicks through its rotations, white letters on black tiles shuffling into place. You hitch your bag onto your shoulder and walk toward the board.>You're here for the Magnet Train to Saffron City, then to Lavender Town, to take over the local PokéMart for your sick uncle.>You're here for the ferry to Olivine City. An old friend is in over their head with the PokéMart they bought recently and has asked (begged) for your help.>You're here for the bus to Azalea Town, where the grandma who raised you has kept the local PokéMart running since before you were born.
>>6399853>>Try for an Electabuzz
Something about his design... I just like how unique a lot of the gen 1 pokemon are.
>>6399853>Try for an Electabuzz Less volatile, too.
He's him.
>>6399853>Try for an Electabuzz
Infohazard Edition>PREVIOUS THREADhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6253906/>What is this?"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLYA deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules>I'd like to participate!This current arc is coming to a close. When that happens (and you’ll know when), we may have a spot for another foreigner to join the world of Pokémon…or even for a native to enter the stage and become Something More. Until Then…there are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org>Okay, now what?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6398689>>6398282Now... Matchia moves up 6 spaces, right above Wallis' space, and braces Sp. Def in preparation for the coming Charizard!
>>6398696>Orner can now slither 1 tile Left + 2 Up and Take a Break.*>2 UP
>>6398290Darius moves two down and four right, putting him safely in cover, and then Braces his Body just in case.
Rolled 3, 3, 9, 8, 1, 11 = 35 (6d20)Easy it is, after a critical hit. Three Low Kicks knock out Machamp!Biting cold in a place like this is a unique form of anguish none but Brook can claim to share. Sneasler takes 15 damage from Bitter Malice! 7 damage from a particularly effective Earth Power from Wallis ends its combat potential.You hear some clattering as it falls over. There's a sash over its stomach, emptying itself of a whetstone and a brush. Its plume is a lot shorter than the other sneaslers you've seen in your time here...Wallis, Matchia, Kaz, Brook, Ribbons and Orner all advance, taking opportunities to calm their nerves. Though, it takes all of your action economy to block. Given that free move, Ribbons would have one wish to work with this turn. Sail advances and maxes out his special defense while Darius backs up the rear guard!And Evan takes his Wakeup Brew.Cress, once again is bracing her mind...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
It's another sensory attack. Matchia catches the incredible event in the corner of her vision, some insatiable curiosity begging her to turn her head just a little more to see the event in full. Lucky she didn't- A bit of the show catches a whisker. How exactly it's vanished from Matchia's face when it's over, she can't tell... but it didn't feel like burning.The Charizards both take 12 damage from Mind Blown, then 4 more when they dive into molten rock. They emerge mega evolved for a Flamethrower on matchia and an Incinerate into Cress! A single beat of their wings buffets the entire room with excess heat and ash... it's sunny!Flamethrower deals 30 damage to Matchia, and Incinerate deals 10 damage to Cress! A tiny Reviver, now dust.After two incomprehensible attacks... the creature's body looks even more twisted and wispy than before. It looks more like it's wringing itself out than standing, and it takes on the same weightless, starving look so many malnourished infected have made an everyday sight. With a body made of something as amorphous as light, nobody imagines it would survive being attacked directly in this state. In fact, its form is already failing. A seam appears along its reforming head, dimmer than ever. some of the multicolored spheres billow away from its head like a celebratory round of confetti before it splits open and gifts everyone...Something to look at. It commands your gaze for a few long seconds before you realize you aren't looking at anything, or focusing on anything deeper in its head. You start to lean in, before you realize you're tumbling towards it...Player turn 7 coming this Friday.
[For A Blue & Pure World - A Gundam SEED Quest]February of Cosmic Era 70, Yggdrasil Space Station Vacinity..."All Moebius Mobile Armor pilots, begin deployment!"You hear the commander of your vessel, the Hampton, shout as you release an breath you didnt realize you were holding in for way too long. Your time in the Military Academy had prepared you for this eventuality. To have to fight, and to kill, still...would you be able to survive the hellscape that was war? The Moebius surged forth from its small catapult as you are jettisoned out into space, "Erza Thorne, lets do it!" Arrayed in formation with dozens of other Moebius, your sure that if you just follow orders and rely on a bit of luck, you'll be able to make it through."All Forces...fire!!" You hear over comms as the fleet began its attack against tue encroaching ZAFT forces and their GINN mobile suits.[What to aim for first...?](d100+Pilot Skill Mod)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392621>>6392617Taking an deep breath, you focused ahead on the enemy vessels, letting more daring, and statistically more suicidal pilots take the front as you fire Linear Gun, aiming for the sub-weapons of an Laurasia-class Ship, the shots not quite reaching their target as the accelerated rounds hit the bottom hull section of the vessel."Striker Squadron, you got incoming!" One of the ship operators shouted into Comms as three GINN were boosting towards the battle line from an lower altitude, "Come on Kid, Evade!" Another Pilot of the Squadron says, You think his name was Mu, says as you fall in tandem with his machine as the two of you move to play Tag with the giant war machines. Bullets fly past as you maneuver as best you could with your wingman as the GINN's try to pick you off with gunfire. Striker 03 suddenly got hit when one of the enemy headed the Squadron off near some debris. Biting your tongue, you had no leisure to mourn as you veered around to at least fight back against tryout foe's, taking aim with Mu and Striker 02 as you nail an enemy with several shots of Linear Gun. One blinds the main camera as a round destroyed monoeye sensor of the machines head while several more were focused on the midsection where the cockpit was, caving it in and piercing out the other side as the machine explodes."Alright! We bagged one! Command, we need some relief from two bodies before we get wiped!" Mu calls to the captain as they acknowledge, sending another unit to help assist, the fixture of the battle, Yggdrasil, slowly going up in flames in tue crossfire, tue space station taking damage as the fighting went on. "The Yggdrasil is burning..." You muse as you attempt to down another GINN, using focused fire to overwhelm them as you destroy both hands with lucky shots, your manipulation of the Linear Gun manually allowed you to get better shots even back on the simulator, despite it taking longer to line up a shot to intercept a target where it was going rather than where it was. Suddenly, you detect something, from off into the distance, something was coming towards the fleet, an mobile suit? Your body reacts as you feel surge of concentrated malice. Several shots fly past where you used to be as Striker 02 was destroyed by the machines gunfire. The new foe seemed to be an enhanced model, bearing extra boosters and thrusters, bearing an rifle that sported an blade bayonet half the length of the regular GINN Heavy Sword."We can't handle this, we should pull back to the support of the Anti-Air Fire!" Mu says as he seemed to have managed to evade as well as you both retreat towards friendly support, but that GINN wasn't going to allow you both to escape that easily as he surges up towards Mu, the Moebius thrust was too slow to escape the enemies grasp as you wondered what to do!?[The Easy Choice or The Hard Choice?]>Continue your retreat, sorry Mu...>Try to knock Mu away from the enemies imminent attack!
>>6392642>Try to knock Mu away from the enemies imminent attack!
QM, you alive?Come back if able, Quest was barely just starting. Aw man.
>>6392583>[b]my gundam[/b]
NOVAGEN SECURE LINE 3.0SECURITY CHECK [===============] 100% OKSITE LISTIIIIII <-IVVENTER ACCESS: ***********CHECKING [===============] 100%GRADE 5 ACCESS: OKGRADE 4 ACCESS: OKComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6397696+1
>>6397696>>6398021>>6398301>>6398460Taking shield, grenades, and knives as equipment. Roll 1d20
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>6400669
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>64006693rd 19?
MONSTER QUEST 2THE CITY HOLDS ITS BREATH. RECAP TIME!It's been a week since the ROAR OF THE MONSTER KING shook the City, turning many of its inhabitants into MONSTERS. That number included (you)! Latching onto the evil in your heart, the power of the roar has turned you into an elemental being of mold and gamer rage! Hopping from shell to shell, you have spent the last week facing HEROES, resisting the creeping insanity of your new condition, avoiding getting roped into the SECOND MONSTER WAR, breaking into prisons, and finding time to focus on your true enemy. Abysmal video games and shitters who play them! But all this time, doom hanged over your head. MONSTER KING created you and the ones like you with a purpose: to be thralls in the war of his second coming. For a century humans kept the King contained, but clearly, he has regained enough power to make himself known once again. The old guard – monsters who became such purely due to their own evil nature – herd the roar-born ones like you into an army to free the MONSTER KING. You are one of the few ones who know that doing so would spell your enslavement, the borrowed power inside of you giving the King enough control to turn you into nothing more but his minion should he ever truly wake up and be free. To ensure your freedom, you and your minions/friends(?) have agreed to work with a terrifying natural-born monster, IO, who claims that he would take the power of the monster king for himself.RECAP OVER! Previous thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6312550/
>>6402522>Pick up the call. Ask what the hell a human would want from you and why would you care.>Grab the human and try to burrow underground, now. Psy can learn from the engineer when you aren't in an encirclement.
>>6402564+1
>>6402522>Pick up the call. Ask what the hell a human would want from you and why would you care. >Grab the human and try to burrow underground, now. Psy can learn from the engineer when you aren't in an encirclement.
>>6402522>>Pick up the call. Ask what the hell a human would want from you and why would you care. (Write-in additional things to say if you want)>Grab the human and try to burrow underground, now. Psy can learn from the engineer when you aren't in an encirclement.
>>6402522>Pick up the call. Ask what the hell a human would want from you and why would you care. (Write-in additional things to say if you want)"3 to 1">Grab the human and try to burrow underground, now. Psy can learn from the engineer when you aren't in an encirclement.
