The quest that updates every few years edition whenevr QM gets smarter about running quests.Last left off here https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6269114/#6269172>You are SPINEL >It is 2009 >You were last joined by STEVEN... who promised he could help you find TOYS. Last action chosen >Aye Aye Cap'n!Really, really bad fucking choice, by the way.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427670>"Aw, well that's not very nice, you know that's kiiiind of my Mom's heart, right? Just a reminder, in case you forgot.">Roll your eyes.Yeah, no duh! >"Oh, right, heh, sorry. Forgot you and Mom had drama. ">Steven motions you to come over>You can feel your phone buzzing in your gem...but you ignore it, following his wordless order.>"So what's this about a boyfriend?"Oh! Well, y'remember ANON? >Steven sighs. >"Spinel don't tell me you got with Anonymous..." groan "that guy's the worst!"Is not!>"Is too!"Is not!!>"Is - no, I'm not gonna be roped into this kind of argument again." He breathes "I'm an adult now."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427671>You have entered, unfortunately, the GRAPE route --->OPTIONS - Warren Buffet Mode- Change Character
A buffet what now
>>6427673warren buffet mode
You woke up today in your crappy apartment, and discovered you're a monster now.Shit.Why did you transform?>Shut-in among shut-insWhat's so wrong about wanting to stay inside your apartment!? You have a job! People are scary! People are mean! The sun causes cancer! All of them just want to drag you out to laugh at you! Fuck them! Fuck them! The dim lighting of your room, the cozy way your bed stinks, that's what you can trust! The dark is your friend! Your home is your castle, your cave, your lair!POWER: SHADOW PALSYou have ribbons of darkness dangling off you that form hands. They act automatically to attack and defend you. They can't really be controlled beyond deactivation or getting them to not attack or defend, but they regenerate quickly and with zero cost of energy. You also get stronger in darkness.>FEAR OF THIS EXACT FUCKING SCENARIOComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6427218>STICK TO THE PLAN. SIT DOWN AND HOPE YOU CAN TANK/DODGE A SHOTGUN BLAST (1D100)
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>6427682Switching to >>6427231and remembering to roll this time
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>6427218>RETREAT TO YOUR APARTMENT! MAYBE STAYING IN ONE PLACE WILL MAKE THEM THINK YOU'RE NOT AGGRESSIVE!? RETREAT! (1d100)
Yall are dumb.
Where’s frank can yall lead me in the right direction haha
Today is October 12th, 2024. You are a normal person, living a normal life, completely unremarkable among over 8 billion others just like you. But today, you are going to manifest psychic powers, and your life will very rapidly cease to be normal. Who are you?
>>6425566>>6425569>>6425570>>6425571Uh, QM? Where you at?
Should I take over?
>>6427520Think you can handle it? I say, go for it. I'm tempted to take this idea over, but I can't write for shit.
>>6427633I'm not a good writer either, so I'm still thinking about it.
>>6428356You can't be as bad as I am. TRUST me. To top it off, I have ADHD. You can't be as bad as me.
ORHoly Shit, Ruling Westeros as Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm is a Lot Harder Than It Seemed At First, and By The Way, When Is My Fucking Back Going To Get Better?Warm… Moist and warm…This breakfast pastry my chambermaids presented to me must have only left the kitchen oven but ten minutes ago! Flakey, buttered bread satisfyingly crunches beneath every bite, a syrupy filling complementing the tart of the cherries within. I lick my fingertips clean, beaming at Phoebe.“A wonderful beginning to start my name day. I’ll receive many gifts today, I’m sure, but yours shall have been the first.”That makes Phoebe melt, her eyes getting red and puffy.> “I- I’m honored, your grace, truly!”She stammers out, averting her gaze to hide her tears.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6429044>> Remain in the gallery and watch the rest of the tourney
>>6429044> Remain in the gallery and watch the rest of the tourneyWe can invite dear Uncle to dine later and find out on the day's events of the small council.
In a city where every street changed its name at midnight, there lived an old cartographer named Idriss.His shop had no sign. People only found it when they were truly lost.Inside, thousands of maps covered the walls. None were current. Roads had moved. Bridges had vanished. Whole districts no longer existed.Visitors always laughed. "Why keep useless maps, old man?"Idriss would just smile. "Because a wrong map tells you where the world used to be."One rainy evening a young engineer walked in carrying the latest navigation device. It updated every second and was considered perfect.Yet the engineer looked exhausted.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Quest where?
>>6426075>The old man wasn't preserving maps.>He was preserving mistakes.Its not THIS, its THAT
I'm not dead?That is the first thing that comes to mind when you awaken in a bed of frost and tundra. All other things proceed from the fact that despite your best efforts, you remain the living vessel of an apathetic and nihilistic entity that could be very easily mistaken for a god. Falling into the void should have spread you so thin across time and space that your frequency would have returned to the primordial chaos. Lost to all but to those who are searching for you, and even then they would need the right equipment. Perhaps that lovely man will succeed, in time, to separate your frequency from the voidPerhaps he already succeeded. Perhaps that is why you are here in the snow, naked and cold, rather than drifting alone in the void with all of your senses blinded - your existence finally given meaning through its cessation. Could this pain you feel be "happiness"?[No, that is frostbite] The Threnodian's song echoes in your mind, its babbling more sensible than usual. [The pen moves in admiration of pointless frivolity, for the hand that grasps it would only be used for fruitless endeavors. The desire to fill a vessel born to die with the fruit of life is an admirable thing, yet we are but false words upon the page-]"Shut up," you growl, taking to your feet. You've no desire to listen to the mad ramblings of Aleph-1 any longer than you have to. "If you've nothing meaningful to contribute, then keep quiet."[Voidmatter, then.] The Threnodian sings a new tune in your mind. [This place runs thick with it, thy birthright as a childe of stardust. Afore the author's pen sinks too deeply into perverse admiration of thy shape and coloration, twist it into-]"I remember how to shape it," you grumble.The thing is right. The Voidmatter is thick here, thick enough to form a Void Storm and yet so mysteriously stable that it does not. It bows to your command, the command of the Threnodian with which you resonate - with which, you are one - and slides between the pattern shaped from your own unique frequency. You do not weave it, but rather allow it to take shape... and its final shape surprises you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6431844>Tour the coast of Westeros and take a boat from King's Landing.
>>6431844>Take a boat from White HarborWill any brave knight come to accompany the young sorceress from slavers?
>>6431844>Take a boat from White Harbor
Feeling like garbage tonight, I don't think I'll be posting anything.
>>6432256Feel better soon QM
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.
>>6430947>>6431357Hopefully it all goes well. Had to figure out family schedules to keep that one with someone 24/7, they need round the clock care for first several weeks after the transplant. But now that that's figured out, who'll be where when, everything's set. Donor, surgery date, everything's lined up. Let's see if it stays that way.>>6430947Ha, but no. That was a ToP what-if, no weapons allowed.>>6431308There's an idea.>>6431339Would have a similar, but not identical reaction.
>>6431339So, Kyber grows hotter in contact with life, and is inherently connected to the light side of the force.Once we bleed it and fill it with the berserker soul, it's going to be connected to the dark side instead and thus grow stronger from our rage. Lifehunt will probably invert its thermal reaction and make it inherently sap heat from what it touches.Put it in a lightsaber and it may make one that generates something akin to a blade of absolute zero. Put it in a sith superweapon and you have something that can sap life from entire planets and leave the inorganic materials alone.
>>6432017Sounds like Darth Nihilus's and Emperor Vitiate's favorite bendy straw.
>>6432017>the dark sideNot exactly. The Berserker Soul doesn't fit in the dichotomy of Light/Dark of Disparity. As most dark souls are referred to as warm still. However, you already know what such a crystal could do. Just go back to Sanghelios and stand in your crater again. It's now not only a memorial to the Second Arbiter you killed, but also an entire temple built to contain the Soulstone's power and prevent it from spreading and consuming the planet.>>6432118Ha
>>6432266>but also an entire temple built to contain the Soulstone's power and prevent it from spreading and consuming the planet.I'd physically dislodge the crystal from Sangheilios and have it contained, but we can't do that as it's culturally significant to the Sangheili. Despite our animosity during the war and their meager population, I'd like to maintain our peaceful relations. Whatever the case, this is going to demand our attention at some point, among other things.On the topic of diplomacy, we should touch base with Komand'r. Our enemies work to divide us, as we saw with the incident on Tamaran, so we need establish better relations and communication between our people. I understand why she's angry, but it makes her vulnerable, and thus the PTO by extension.I have an idea as to how we kickstart that process, but it would involve burning a wish and I'm not sure that's wise.
Your name is Harold, you were born to a wretched family in a small and relatively unknown village somewhere in the countryside.Your family is that of farmers, as everyone else is in this village.The village's main yield is that of wheat, on a field owned by a lord somewhere in the region where you live.Life in your village is quite unexciting, with nothing much going on in the day-to-day your life is miserably boring.Toiling in the fields all day, eating only oats and bread with rarely any meat, filthy streets, and lousy deplorable drunkards, which are most of your home village's population.Added on to your misery is your loneliness, ever since you stopped being a little boy you didn't get along with much of anybody around you.You always though better of yourself than everyone around you, you couldn't stand living such a squalid life.Your mother always used to tell you fantastical stories when you went to bed, some were terrifying tales warning you not to go out or some woodland fairy or elf would take your soul, some were nice fables meant to teach you about life, and some were boring anecdotes, but your favorite stories were the great and fantastical ones.Stories where brave adventurers , stories where powerful wizards ,stories about ingenious rogues, so on and so forth.You reminisce on your favorite story..Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6429771>>6430091So I tried making ant heraldry.... Think we should stick with lions, eagles, or other fancy lines.
>>6430162Perhaps you are right.
>>6430162yeah... this isn't gonna be an "antman" adventure
>>6430311Is it going to be a rags to riches story though?
>>6430668not necessarily, it may be somewhat adjacent, but not really that.Also, sorry for being slow, I am working on it, but I am a procrastinating SOAB
The storm has finally subsided. Of the dozen or so crewmen only six remain. The rest, including your aged captain, were swept away by the waves. As the second-in-command, and moreover, as the brother of the deceased captain, the men now naturally look to you for leadership. Though it is something you have dreamt about all your life, the loss of your brother leaves a bitter aftertaste. He was a hard, taciturn man, slow to laughter, but of cool temper and always fair-dealing with his crew. You hope to live up to his example.Speaking of the crew, it is clear they are in poor spirits. The suddenness of the storm and the magnitude of the destruction left in its wake have rendered them mute and listless. The karve, at least, is still yare and true. There was a small rent in the sail, which you will need to fix or replace the next time you're ashore, but the spare is working beautifully. The clouds have torn apart to distant clumps and there is a fair wind blowing from the east.Most important, the cargo and provisions are still fully intact. One of the morbid advantages of a reduced crew is that you can go quite a ways before needing to resupply.\ooD==/ship diagram key:`D` is the sail`o` is a full barrel of provisions, which feeds a dozen crew for 2 TURNS (double that for <8 crew)`=` is other trade goods (TBD next post)Your orders, captain?>"To Langholmen, to rest and recover awhile." Langholmen is close by [2 LEGS] and returning home for repose is sure to improve the crew morale [SHAKEN->>CONFIDENT]. Though it does mean delaying the unloading of your cargo, which comes with its own troubles.>"To Fjordheim, to dispose of the cargo." Fjordheim is your brother's former port of call. It is a large and populous town where anything can be bought and sold for the right price, though it is a bit distant [3 LEGS]. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425936+1
>>6425793>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.Our cargo is in demand so we dont have to rush.>There will be a trading expedition to the western lands in one monthDefinitely francia, but is it east or west?>A great host is gathering for an unknown purposeThe Great Heathen Army!
>>6425793>>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.
woe....
>>6430632yeah it was fun af
This is a story of lineages and organizations, of ill-defined martial arts and misremembered facts, of supernatural species and out of context foes ,of absurd abilities and gaudy outfits, dead dogs and inhuman parasites, non sequiturs and evil ubermensches, of continental treks and last second ass-pulls, intrigue and befriending (the nicer) enemies, of poorly utilized powers and mobsters of varying morality, of well-laid plans and the machinations of fate, of regaining what was lost and empowered tyrants, of amnesiacs and conspiracies, of delinquents and fortunes, and more..But foremost, this is a saga of the conflict between good and evil, light and dark. Of the will to protect and better oneself, and the will to subjugate and destroy. Of repugnant villains and the chivalric heroes who oppose them. The story I am about to tell is but a sliver of the whole of this quest, this odyssey, this… adventure.The year is 1960, November 3rd. It is a Thursday. This is when we will start our story, but first, a few notes. It is 955 AD. A woman whose name would translate into “Carved Tusk” from what would be later known as the Dorset Culture, in northwest Greenland, develops what would later be known as a stand, after drinking water that collected in the divots of a sacred meteorite. Translated, it would be known as「Song of Turning and Spinning」.Taking the form of a humanoid-seal scrimshaw figure, it would allow her to swap the souls of items, people, and animals, making bone as flexible as leather, leather as hard as bone, making snow animate with human movement, and humans as easy to break as snowmen. It is 960 AD, after defending her people from Thule invaders, she perishes after killing 100 enemy soldiers. She is the first Stand user in History to name their stand after a musical reference.In 1031 AD, Vikings fled settlements in what they referred to as Vinland, after the quantity and quality of grapes found there. This is due to attacks on the settlements, not by the native peoples referred to as “Skraelings” by the Vikings, but by a Mesoamerican Vampiric Lord. After stealing the face of a native wife of one of the colonists, she makes her way from Greenland, to Iceland, to Norway, bringing with her a quantity of stone masks. Hoping to escape fierce competition from other vampires in the new world(unbeknownst to her, there are also vampires and stone masks in the old world), she is defeated thanks to the efforts of a party consisting of a Tibetan monk, a Swedish Berserker, A Norman Noble, A Fatimid Scholar, a Kara-Khanid Archer, and several dozen helpful, precocious children. All of these individuals learn Hamon from the monk, (save the sidekicks) and do some whacky shit with it.
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>6425992Tallied, Writing>Sorry for the wait, graduated high school yesterday.
>>6426693I'm so sorry everyone, but I think I need to lurk more, and properly etch out a plot and characters. I will return to this idea in the future, but with more thought put into it.>(also I need to improve my all of it.)
>>6427016Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Thanks at least for giving it a try. Hope you take another swing at it or another quest in the future!
>>6427016It happens all the time, don't worry.
>>6427016I liked the OINGO BOINGO art.
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical deman! You are ONE second old! Yep, you just came into being right here right now. Yet some how you are not only fully grown, but you understand what you are. Along with what the world is, language, concepts like gravity, and even the birds and the bees! wow! What will your first action be on this bitch of an earth? >What do? - Contemplate how you came to be- Declare your dominance of earth land and sea to the heavens! - Find a big stick to use as a club- Become aware of your surroundings- Write in
>>6432182>Surrender, you can no longer handle this level of humiliationSoj can easily outwit the rabble of anons, we're cooked.
>>6432182>You boys are DEAD!!!! Double or nothing!!! One more try!!!Fuck it, we ball
>>6432182Man, FUCK them kids. Little gremlins are can't actually physically harm us, so they're planning to humiliate us until we give up and leave.>Sit down and start thinking how to outsmart them on the spot.(Bonus points if we crush the pervert who just fingered us.)
>>6432182Is there an option to neither surrender nor double down, and instead just... idk leave or something?I don't want to whoop their asses because they're just kids and beating up children is kinda pathetic, but on the flip side I don't want to surrender since that's not a very Oni thing to do.
>>6432182>- Surrender, you can no longer handle this level of humiliation
Ten years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Having returned from the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance Meeting, you welcomed the peace that was in Dawnholme. Sure there was a lot of paperwork and other small things to do, but all that could be handled. Most importantly you got to be with your family and didn't have to worry about every single thing.Though your life is anything, but boring. Contacted by Thrall, you set out to meet him. Instead of just him, you were roped into meeting some of the most notorious orcs of the Second War. Drek’Thar of Frostwolf Clan had called Grom Hellscream and the former Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer to join him. It was made clear to you that they would act next year with a goal of rescuing and freeing those held in the Internment Camps.As the autumn meeting arrived, first it was Lord Falconcrest who interrupted you, bringing a warning to not meddle with the Syndicate as the truce is in play. And now you are meeting someone whom you haven't seen in a long long time.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Runes need to be exact. Letters sewn into clothes, and hidden in overall cosmetic patterns, would need a very good hand and tactile sense. If only we had someone like that...
>>6431353>>6431595>Write-in A deeper bond forms. More moments of silence are shared. And this will have Nalice introduce, one secret she has yet to say to Alric. Medich choice on what it is : could be about the artifacts she is searching, politics, dragons etc....
>>6431595Dragonscale ring but this one is made with a Nalice scale lol. I'm sure theres some ideas that could work with that, as well as significance.Long day. Did have some other thoughts but it tended more towards "What if Alric had X during the last campaign." Which isnt necessarily that meaningful.
>>6431595More lessons in her dragon tongue.
I have an idea what to write now, but that will have to wait maybe a day or two. I have been just stupendously busy so I haven't had time to sit down and write.Apologies for the wait, but it might take a day or two to get the update out.
Searing hatred, frigid darkness… the sins festering your soul should have condemned you to oblivion along with everyone else you loved and cherished and yet these fickle parameters that defined your essence were anchored to something more tangible. You could feel your own heartbeat in the great void that had successfully muted your other senses until now, a crack spreading like all directions around you…. the faint smell of freedom? Crash, thud, pitter-patter… a solid ground made from shattered dreams. Your reflection… failure . You had no reason to manifest after what you have done. Existence, heavy breathing, limbs too fragile to support your adult body….you were naked and afraid from the sea of nothingness surrounding you. You had no choice but to crawl towards the unknown away from the artificial womb that had given you a second chance in life, if you could call your pitiful existence a life worth living. You should have died long time ago with the rest of your timeline “That’s it my little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile? , come a little closer to Uncle Thaleon . Don’t be afraid, I am perfectly sane now for the sake of our next little game.” A disembodied hand beckoning you. A beacon of dread in the vast emptiness of this purgatory…you were drawn to such vileness whether you liked it or not. You… who were you? >Aoi Takahashi [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Short, Q-Clot gain: Medium]Exile background: Overwhelmed by her duties as a Fluxxer , Aoi was unable to even reach the first of four waves to oblivion dooming many timelines due to her sheer incompetence. Truth was, it was hardly her fault… her sole enemy was time and time only. Thaleon had taken interest in her forcing him to save her from such fate.Alpha Skill: Every combat encounter increase overall ATK by 10%, Every non-combat encounter increase overall Q-Clot by 10%>Kumi Kurasugi [Thaleon Counter: Low, Fluxxing Distance: Long, Q-Clot gain: Very Low]Exile background: Perhaps one of the few Fluxxers who pondered about whether Erebium was edible or not. It started with a few strips of immaterial flesh before the self-proclaimed Unborn gourmet would lose herself entirely. Amazed by her depraved gluttony, Thaleon would keep her one for something far more entertaining.Alpha skill: Special action in RESPITE encounter (Cook Unborn parts), Bosses take extra damage depending on the number of cooked Unborn.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
...still no third vote?
>>6427174>Wear HDE’s skin [+10 MAX HP, Random Alpha Skill]QM I think if it takes this long to garner votes you should just call it with the ones you have going forward. Especially since this is, like, a 'versus' quest
>>6428771I politely disagree with you. A two-vote quest isn't really feasible in my opinion.
>>6428773/qst/ votes come and go and you're bound to run into 'dry spells', but you do you, I guess
Note from QM who can't access 4chan at the moment- "Got caught with irl issue, sorry for the long silence but i don't think I will be update to update both quest in the foreseeable future'"
The royal palace proclaimed that the value of a knight is by their strength and valor.The stronger becomes the victor and the weaker is the loser. Fame and wealth, land and love, naturally they are rewarded to the winner who has the better guts and muscle! Who has an excuse when God decides that they fall over their horse's crupper?That is the rule of the world. And it goes the same for one of the weakest of knights, Hystult.* * *Hystult, young and green, and championing an impressive 0-99 lose-streak throughout his knighting career so far. Ouch!Those with franchise grimace at the record. Serfs and freemen can understand that that isn't something to be proud of either.But look on the bright side. Bigger and bigger losses only means a huge break soon, right?!Spring has come. The royal palace has proclaimed a tourney in celebration of Pentecost. Saved or Saracen, anyone can attend if they're no brigand! Visitors are to convene at Paris for the great festivities.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423359King of Kings, Lord of Lords, King of the Jews, Cleanser of the Temple. Accept Him to begin the first step on the road to the Kingdom of Heaven.
The work of spirits? Or the work of the mind broken by an abysmal knighting record?His head spins. Partially from the trauma of a crystal ball putting a dent into his head, partially from the strangeness of the phantasmic box filling up with replies.He didn't take himself for someone vulnerable to delusions, if we don't count his dreams for renown.Hystult : The good Iesu who died for us on Friday? I am baptized! As any man belonging to good Christian parents are! First I got hit by a witchful slag, now I'm being evangelized by a vision! I swear my honor on the Lord every fight. << cough >> although I haven't gone to mass in a while... << cough >>But remembering the unconscientious sorceress sours Hystult's mood.Hystult : So dastardly. She asks for a penny that I barely have for myself, and when that didn't work she makes off like a thug.He couldn't believe it. Even as he's left to himself, his casque, and his sword. She's a madwoman to assail a warrior in broad daylight....Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423423Pray to the Lord in Heaven above for guidance, grace, and a blessing."In much work there shall be abundance: but where there are many words, there is oftentimes want"
>>6423423Find the dastardly witch
>>6423423>Find the dastardly witch
“My lord, we have nearly arrived.”Your navigator said as he pushed away a holomap. You looked through the viewport as the warship traveled at warp speed through the empty void of space. It had taken months to traverse the void between Andromeda and the old forgotten Milky Way, but it would be worth your while. A long time ago humans occupied all habitable planets in the galaxy, before a galactic war nearly wiped out the human race. The survivors built up new civilizations from the ashes, some barbaric, barely scraping sticks together to make fire. Others had recovered and built civilizations of their own, but far from the ability to travel between stars faster than the speed of light. Ever since the first discovery of another distant human civilization, a lucrative business has sprung up, the Viking Raiders. We took the name from an old civilization on ancient terra and made it our own. The Space Vikings visit planets for one reason, profit above all. Precious metals, water, oil, slaves, all were free for those with the strength to take it. “My lord, we’ve arrived at the Milky Way. We have multiple targetable planets that might be of interest. We can detect their radio signals ”>Shamash: Strong radio signals detected, indicating a high level of tech. Old references indicate there were military bases and fortresses here back when they were in the galactic federation >Parvati: Weak strength of radio signals detected. Whatever signals they did send must be local in nature. Old references indicate it was an ice world rich in resources under the ice.>Adad: No radio signals whatsoever. Old records describe it as a world where farming and lumber were the main industries, but there’s no telling what could have happened here the ecology could have been destroyed in the war.
>>6426772It is no problem SQM. We'll keep the thread warm for you while you're training. How have you liked the quest so far? It's been a super interesting premise and I think well-realized.
>>6426772We'll be here when you get back!
>>6426772I'm enjoying it a lot so far, so don't worry: I'll check in when the time has passed.
>>6426772Interesting qst, let's see if you pick it back up. If not, thanks for the new book to read.
>>6432029It is quite cool. Here's hoping it isn't over yet!
