>It is February 7nth of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Previous Thread>>6382068>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
Rolled 87, 91, 10, 93 = 281 (4d100)>>6410510>>6410539>>6410876>>6411482Peering closer and closer to the destroyed craft, You let Mayano's customized GINN to hold guard as the Buster clicked its two cannons together, A matter of precaution as you'd step inside the husk for the black box data of the Silverwind."Damn Naturals." Dearka commented as you welded open an entry into the ship "Attacking a civilian vessel like this... Bloodthirsty animals-" His rant is interrupted as Mayano hummed negatively."It may be a civilian, but the Silverwind flew and transmitted both ZAFT colours and IFF." The combat coordinator replied dryly "For all that the Alliance cared, it could have carried weapons or supplies to Boaz or another supply station" The words only carry an air of indignation from the dark-skinned pilot as you forced the entry into one of the depowered airlocks.Freezing as dead crew littered its dark environs, your helmet mounted flashlight trembling.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411823"No. Goddamn. Way.">Scout's restraint = 87Miguel Aimann stopped the Duel and the GINN accompanying them as the faint heat signal reported by the Vesalius unveiled the Archangel hidden amongst the debris.Mistral mobile armors patchwork repairing its armour from the outside as Miguel weathered his own grudge against the vessel that got him booted from the Le Creuset Squad with the rationality that befelled his experience.The Strike's pilot is a Coordinator, and that changed everything and yet nothing about the everlying situation that they couldn't beat them.""Hold your fire, Last thing we need is a firefight with the Strike" Miguel warned Yzak as he scoffed in response."I can kick that damn traitor's ass, Just you watch me." Yzak almost prepared to enter into combat maneuvers with the duel only to be physically barred back by Miguel's GINN "The hell-?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411823>Scouting ahead."Fleuret DesLisle, Reporting the Alliance advance fleet we had expected to come is arriving into the Junius Seven Grave-space." The ace in the Black CGUE relayed back towards the Vesalius before tuning their command horn to listen in to the careless force's chatter.Five escorts and only one main battleship in the entourage... Brisk or maybe even lax procedure in embarking towards this zone, knowing it was only the ruins of their own making."I can't believe it... And they shot down a civilian ship because-?" Javier commented only to be shushed out by Fleur as she tuned right.>Tuning espionage = 91 [Majour Success]"Get some Moebius scouts around the debris belt, although the Archangel guaranteed it wasn't followed, we can't get too sure after that ZAFT vessel hailed an SOS." A commander called out as likewise, some escorts were preparing to deploy their mobile armors... Troublesome were it not for the GINN and CGUE to remain well hidden."Do you... Understand, the windfall that could come unto my...- Our careers if we were to secure that prisoner back to Washington?" A more rugged voice, clearly an affect made for a character, asked away as the commander ignored them, calling out precise instructions for the scouts as they deployed "Think of it this way... We could end this war in a week."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411823The Archangel was in relative high spirits, even undergoing repairs.After all, it was only a matter of time, with salvation at the other end of the road, An advance force of the Eight Space Fleet ready to escort the battered ship back to the safety of Earth's orbit with the core fleet.And yet, Mu La Flaga waltzed into the brig with a platter of food in their hands, shooting a glance at the last corner of the room before walking leisurely towards it, pulling forth a slit for the tray to go in."Here you go, Mean Swing." Was how the Hawk of Endymion greeted the green-eyed Ace as he reached for the tray, giving one thorough bite of the bread ration within it "Man, you sure know how to deal with a Kiss-ass."Allan wiped their mouth off crumbs with their forearm "That girl was supposed to be an open secret... That is until that Limey bastard decided she was worth getting some raisin-faced fibber of an economist out of his hide."Mu let out an involuntary snort at the creatively apt description of the Politician that had commandeered first contact, lifting Allan's spirits as he smirked widely."I guess... Suffice to say, We're shortly going to be escorted out by fighters as soon as they get our encoded signal... What was the deal with getting Kira acknowledged when they only called for officers?" The blond ace asked away at the Black-haired one as he shook their head.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411823"What... Is this?"Athrun expected to find an irreverence to the tragedy that struck this place a year ago, Clear signs of looting a long dead graveyard entombed in ice and the Natural's very rule of strength dictating the world laid bare to see.What he saw instead... Was the Colony's surroundings addorned in small, paper cranes and shapes of Origami, even some mock flowers floating across the orbit."I've read something like this was bound to happen in the actual anniversary." Nicol commented as the Blitz finished it sweep of the Colony's insides "The Silverwind was loaded with everything to set it up so... I don't understand how it escaped like this."Nicol analyzed the possibilities after the sinking of the civilian ship, but it all was cleared out as signals began to arrive from the Vesalius, A warning about beginning to spread N-Jammer Radiation in the vicinity."It couldn't have been released like this if it was destroyed... Someone took it from the Silverwind and-." Athrun struggled to even compute the logic behind it because...Because if the Alliance had sunk the Silverwind and ransacked its contents, why would they honour the colony with at least one of its memorial rites?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6365137>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure.Questionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412474It can't beat people having actual discussions and arguments about the setting.
>>6412480This also implies they read your stuff because they have to be arguing over some quest plot point or another.
>>6412484Yes, but the fact that they're arguing means they're actually invested in the setting.
>>6412474Compiling lore and character profiles for reference and have people cite your work later is great player dopamine as well.
>>6412588>>6412588>>6412588Very meaty update for Four waves to oblivion.
You are a valiant KNIGHT who has been tasked by your cool and nice KING to find and deliver to him several pieces of DELICIOUS CANDY from the RIDGE KINGDOM.Your honorable quest for confections has been thwarted, however, by this large and rather inconvenient wall. Whatever shall you do?
>>6408451Make the fairy human sized>>6408455Just make the sword big and then return it back to normal
Fuck it. If things get awry we could just make the jar that had her or our empty bottle bigger and trap her again in it
go past the bridge
>>6408451Ask where next candy is to fairy companion, if shaking the fairy makes her vexed, convince her to shake herself.
>>6409099Kek, nice work anon
Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses."Whoo! Take it off!" Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top."When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head."You going to help me or-?"The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.As for you.>What class are you?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6408925He has you on his lap, the ground, in the water, against the tree, held up in the air, you lose track of time, there's just his fingers digging into the flesh of your back, ass, breasts and thighs hard enough to bruise, his hips and hands slamming against your rear, his mouth on yours, your neck, your breasts, your cleavage. You try to give as good as you get but several times you end up blacking out from the intensity for what could be minutes, could be seconds, ending up as a shuddering, twitching pile in his lap, as he lies back against the tree, smiling, playing with your hair with one hand while his other is behind his head. You can feel every edge of his chiselled abs and chest against your body, the heat of his bare torso against your naked body is searing. He sighs, running his hand from your hair down to absent-mindedly squeeze your ass, as he looks up, enjoying the day."You did well Aleva, against those orcs."You let out a whine, he laughs quietly, once your legs stop shaking he pats your ass affectionately."Come on you, in the stream.">You gain 1 level of Exhaustion (disadvantage on ability checks until next long rest)>Kevan is more fond of Aleva
>>6408928A little aftercare massage can't hurt
>>6408931Supporting
>>6408931>>6408936I'll get to this in a minute, if you have any questions or ideas in the meantime let me know. After this next bit the duo will be heading back to the new camp-site unless there's anything else you want them to do.
Actually I'm going to have to dip for a while =_= see you guys in a couple hours
Nar Shadda, The Smugglers Moon. The Gateway to the underbelly of the Galaxy, where millions come every day to engage in the perverse pleasures that Hutt space offers. 50 million statutes are broken each half hour, that is, they would be, if there were any real laws. Everything is a gang on Nar Shadda, from the biggest Casinos to the most run down Spice houses. Everything and everyone can be shipped, purchased, or stolen here. It's Sometimes Called the "One Honest Ecumenopolis" as it does not lie. Coruscant, Hosnian Prime, Denon, they lie. They pretend all the luxury just spouts up from the ground, ignorant or oblivious to the untold suffering to get a single bolt of cloth or drop of water to their planet. They turn a blind eye or sightspot or feeler from the poverty that exists to make living easy. Nar Shadda has terrible air, a desperate clinging ecosystem, and the most shot to pieces water cycle for several Lightyears. Everything edible to all but the most diseased mutant junkie or bottom layer dwelling savage comes in through the space ports, where it is distributed from each according to their wealth, according to their greed. Other planets ignore the savagery of sentient and sapient life, nevermind the killing and slaughter, but Nar Shadda Doesn't. Why Pretend that Kaleesh and Wookies And Savrips aren't being killed for hides, despite obvious sentience? While Coruscant would deny these Cruelties, Nar Shadda would sell them a gun to blow the brains out of the Huk, Trandoshan, and Human oppressor, for a reasonable price.Nar Shadda is Hutt Space. Hutt Space is Nar Shadda. Hutt Space is just a reflection of the universe, it has always been here and it will never die. It will never be conquered, and it will never change.And, Just your luck, you were born here. And by the way the next 15 minutes are looking, you'll probably die here.
>>6408328Racing to the nearby Sabacc tables, you scan for any chips or tokens, but you see none. Sabacc was invented by someone who kept making up rules as they were making it, so they could keep winning. They were also used in cartomancy, and the meaning of each card was "You will lose money to the person telling your fortune". Chips are transferred so fast it would be an exercise in futility to try and move them to their temporary possessors, so the Casino uses electronic tracking for Sabacc bets. After looking a while, you decide to leave, having no luck whatsoever in looting this particular areaMaking your way pretty handily through the smoke filled floor of the chaotic casino, the fleeing and terrified patrons paying you no mind, you continue heading towards the Pazaak tables. Pazaak has tangible chips in play, as it is slower, more beginner friendly, and has better house odds. You arrive at the tables and find them deserted, save the active firefight happening between the security forces and the robbers. Taking a good look at the situation, you assess a few things. One-The Security force is heavily outmatched, as they are taking heavy losses and not doing much to the robbers.Two-The Robbers appear well trained and equipped, sharing uniforms, even, to the extent they are aiming more for disabling shots rather than lethal ones, taking more out of the fight.Three-The Robbers do not have any loot on their persons yet.You are now armed with more understanding of the situation What do you wish to do?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6408352>>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a bodyTake a weapon and go
>>6408352>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a body
Stopping thread.I have too much on my plate right now, sorry. over estimated my abilities
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name… don’t wear it out! Feels like it’s been ages since a botched summoning ritual brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness… but you’ve really only been here for a few days–and BOY have you been busy!Your memories? Foggy! A way home? Uncertain! People trying to kill you? Very Yes! To say this new world is treacherous would be an understatement, to say the least, and to make matters worse, an archdevil who calls himself ’RED’ is your best chance at remembering who you were! His price? Slaying THE FOUR LORDS: a kooky quartet of tyrants and beasts who jealously rule their slice of Zoral with an iron fist… or claw… or whatever they have! Having just put an end to the overdue reign of ARCHMAGE TRIER in the never-sleeping city of UMBERAL, your aggressive altruism freed none other than KNODD, Earthmother and god of the land!Juiced up on divine powers and named the first ’CHAMPION OF THE GODS’, your new status attracted the notice of several high-rung folks, chief among them THE STAR-CLOAKS: a clandestine cadre of mages devoted to maintaining order in Zoral, no matter the cost! Weirder still was when you met their Guildmaster: VOLKIR! Volka’s adoptive father and curmudgeon par excellence, the old coot didn’t waste much time in tossing a new crisis your way: per what you heard from Trier, there’s a SIEGE headed to CROSSROADS! Who’s planning it and why? The details are foggy, but who better than you is there to help save the day?Having just acquired several Emergency Supply caches for the city from a pair of Spice Cartel Holdouts, you turn your heroic attention towards your next task: investigating a group of HEDGE MAGES holed up in one of Crossroads’ many parks… and maybe even recruiting them to your side! With the trade hub bursting at the seams from civil unrest and outside influence, you can use all the help you can get your mitts on… something tells you this ain’t gonna be easy!Making your way across a rapidly-deteriorating city, THIS is where your story continues…NEW DIVINITY-POWERED THREAD THEME!https://youtu.be/p4Z96WwZrL0
>>6412121>>6412125>>6412200>GOAD FOR THE GOLD!WwWWWWwwWWwWRRRrrRRRRIIIIIIIIITTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGg
The rest of Zoral might not know much about THE CULT OF THE BURROWER, but you do–sneaky bastards with cells all over the land holding clandestine meetings run by their mysterious leader: LORD LARIUS. What you DON’T know, however, is why they’re risking life and limb (doubly-so in One-Hand’s case) to crack open some ancient vault right before a siege!Fortunately One-Hand isn’t as tight-lipped as you used to think they were… and just like you learned during your brief stint in stage magic, it’s sleight-of-hand, not force, that wins the day!Staring your floundering foe down, you disarm them even further with a derisive laugh!“H-huh!?” Mutters One-Hand, “Hey… we’re the harbingers of your demise, you know! You could at least act like it!”“Been there, done that, got the T-Shirt…” Rezalith grumbles with a shrug. “He doesn’t respond to threats or superior beings.”The Cultist blinks at the reveal. Probably. Hoods have a tendency to obscure those gestures. “... That’s stupid.”Your fiend friend nods in solemn assent. “Yes… yes he is…”Look, can we stop talking about how stupid you are for a second? If we wanna talk about dumbasses, you huff, why not look in a MIRROR!?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412515… Huh. Is there gonna be more? Whatever they belong to is barely taller than you…“Wh-WHA?!” Sputters the enemy sorcerer in unfiltered disbelief, “W-what did you just saaaaay!? T-TELL ME!”“That… w-was…” Oodeel murmurs from her corner, “P-PUU’LRII...”“P-PUU’LRII?!” One-Hand exclaims as a sound akin to a generator firing up roars from beyond the still-rising vault door, “H-how?! How do you know that language!? It’s been dead for ages!”A magician never reveals his tricks, you reply with a shrug! Dumbfounded by the sudden reveal, a forced laugh leaves One-Hand as they attempt to reclaim the narrative! “W-well done, FOOL! You’ve activated our new weapon! A-as expected!” Turning once more to face their ‘new weapon’, the Cultist makes another sweeping gesture (as evidenced by the sound of their robe fluttering) as they give another command!“LANDSHAPER! ANNIHILATE THEM!”“Landshaper, do you hear me?”The eyes pulse with fresh life. “WE HEAR YOU, COMMANDER.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412517As One-Hand–now No-Hand–poofs out of the chamber, you’re left with the silence of your success: the vault’s treasure stares blankly from its shadowy sarcophagus like a car’s headlights in the fog, Oodeel collapses into a quiet, quivering mess, Rezzie pauses mid-bite like a cat getting caught in the kibble, no doubt having picked up the Cultist’s freshly-amputated appendage, and Toppel, Oti, and Obber are already glowing with fresh magic!H-hey, you stammer, what’s-“What do you think?” Oti answers with a frown in his tone.“We can chase them!” Toppel smirks!“Click.”Okay they don’t need to go THAT far with it, Obber! With the battle more or less won, you give your back a well-deserved stretch before…CHOICE 1:>Let the mages chase No-Hand!>Let SOME of the mages chase No-Hand! (Who?)>Tell them not to chase ‘em!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412518>Tell them not to chase ‘em!Guy's kind of a jobber, it'll be alright. >Getting to know the ‘LANDSHAPER’! Methinks
The sky above you is most of the way covered by the black clouds above you. Rain pours down into the forested area around you, drowning your armor and robe at the torrential downpour. There is not a single other creature here, save for yourself, and how could there be? The thunderous charges strike the ground, their charge on impacting the ground causing a near deafening sound."YOU COME TO MY REALM, MORTAL?" The sound of a deep, booming voice echoes around you, despite the never ending thunder strikes reverberating through the landscape. You cover your ears, the stimulation overload and sound deafening quakes causing the beginning of your ears to bleed. Clenching your head in pain, your shoulder length, black hair blasts back from all the wind. You summon as much willpower as you can to power through the overwhelming sensations. This has been a long time coming, you've earned the right to be here. For just a moment, time slows down. A wave of thunder crashing right in front of you, the force of this one causes what could simply be put as a wall of air knocks you away and causes you to collide with a tree. The force of being pushed into such an object only causes you to wince, your near perfected form is durable.HOW DID YOU GET THROUGH TO HERE? STATE YOUR BUSINESS TO ME! The authority of this command nearly causes your spine to clench. Where the thunder once struck in front of you now stands a massive, redheaded man. His muscular stature is apparent, even through his armor you can tell he truly has a gods physique. His eyes that crackle, hiding the color of their eyes stare forth at you. >Thor, I've come to make a bargain.>Command to him that you're here for his power and that hammer. You challenge him to a fight. >He fell for it, capture him with the seals you've placed around the area.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6406632>>He fell for it, capture him with the seals you've placed around the area.
>>6406632>Command to him that you're here for his power and that hammer. You challenge him to a fight.
>He fell for it>Seal ReleaseYou say nothing to the imposing Thor. You're just staring at his booming stature, Thor may come off as a brute, and if you really piss him off he can be. Truly in the end that's all he is, his legends betraying him, making him predictable.[r]A looming, red mist releases around Thor![/r]The giant of a God heels over himself for but a moment, not used to feeling this weak. "By Ysm-" the God roughly coughs out. The surprise paid off, you smile at this pathetic.. thing.The perfect concoction, for you, it was easy to come up with. Learning the general lore of this realm gave you more than enough to predict what alchemical concoctions to come with you. With a little bit of nature from this realm, and some of your own realms magic, you were able to craft a gas sealer. The pheromones' of the mist continue to weaken him.[r]Leylines explode around the area as the seals release! Thor is trapped within a small red bubble, the mist contained in there with him![/r]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6407013>>Heel, boy. I'm here to bargain on my terms.
>>6407013>Heel, boy. I'm here to bargain on my terms.yea get inuyasha'd
You wake up. You blink your eyes, looking around your darkened room. You were dreaming of that girl you liked, the one with red hair and blue eyes. Why’d you have to get woken up from that dream?You’re about to go back to sleep when there’s a loud crash from downstairs.Shit. Are you being robbed?There’s another crash, and you hear the sound of your beer cans rolling on the floor. You frown. Something’s in your kitchen. Did you leave the backdoor open? You get out of bed and put on a dressing gown and some slippers. If there’s an animal downstairs you just hope it’s a rat or something small, you don’t want to pay the fee for an animal handler at, 3 O’clock in the morning. You go down the stairs and hear the distinctive crunch of potato chips. This thing is in your cupboard too? You brace yourself as you open the door to the kitchen, expecting to get jumped by some wild animal, only to get a beer can thrown at your face.“Thine drink is pigs piss!”You open your eyes. There’s a man there, an old bearded man sitting in your kitchen, dressed in a robe not dissimilar to yours, a can of beer in one hand and a thick stick as tall as you in the other. He has some sword strapped to his waist, and all kinds of leathery pouches. The fridge door is open, and you can see that he’s pulled out almost everything you have in there, not that there was much to begin with. Did some fucking hobo break into your house?You take a step towards him, intending to throw him out, but he puts up a hand and for some reason you feel compelled to stop. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You decide to help the sad man look for his glasses. It beats drawing more attention to yourself and getting in a fistfight with the custodians of this place. Knowing them, they’d die before they let you in without the proper forms. And hey, how hard can finding a pair of glasses be?[SEVERAL D̶A̶Y̶S̶ H̶O̶U̶R̶S̶ MINUTES LATER]Okay, it’s actually pretty hard. You’ve walked up and down this hallway several times and not a single pair found. On the positive side, you haven’t stepped on them, but you’re beginning to wonder where exactly these things have gone to. He insists he lost them here and not elsewhere in the building, but you’re beginning to doubt his memory. While you do your seventh pass of the archive door, you decide to strike up a conversation with the guy.>So what’s your name, glasses guy?He jumps so high his head nearly hits the ceiling. “M-m-my name? It’s G-Gene.”>Pleasure to meet you Gene. So you get some special artifacts too or-Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412360So not help on that front either. You sigh, and look longingly at a drab brown couch lying against a wall. You imagine yourself taking a long, relaxing rest on it. You can even see a little fairy guy waving you over like he made the couch just for you. You blink. The fairy guy is still there. You walk over, thinking that you must be imagining this, but no, there really is a little man, no taller than your knee, standing on the couch and smoking an elegant tobacco pipe. He’s dressed in a brightly coloured suit and waistcoat, and his shoes look like they’ve been freshly shined. He nods his head as you get close.“Greetins to ye! And to you Pharnabazus, ye old rascal.”The Wizard takes off his hat and bows. >Uh, greetings. What are you doing here?“Oh, I just be takin’ a break. Tough work settin’ up here, ‘specially with the stink thing in the basement. Got to be quiet, y’know, don’t want to wake it.”>Right. You wouldn’t have seen a pair of glasses around here, would you?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412363You look at the sad petitioner, Gene, and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. He does need those glasses to get through to the archives, but you suppose you can just do the forms for him if you can’t get them back. What will you do?>Take the favour. You’ll just fill out the forms for Gene and get him a pair once you’re done here.>Take the gold. You can probably get him even better glasses than before! You’ll still need to fill out those forms though.>To hell with this stupid Lord. Gene deserves his glasses. Insist that these elves give them back, or else. >Write in.
>>6412365>Take the favour. You’ll just fill out the forms for Gene and get him a pair once you’re done here.If our weirdo wizard is afraid of angering the little lord, a favor from those guys might be helpful later on. Maybe we can at the least occupy the couch while we fill out the stupid forms?
>>6412365>Take the favour. You’ll just fill out the forms for Gene and get him a pair once you’re done here.
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ogBctptpH_0fBm1RCE_Xu76MuGmHvTVf5LvDolBh3sE/edit?usp=sharinghttps://discord.gg/6RtqYCN8With several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 37 begins!
Rolled 4 (1d10)>>6412289(Aaaand again.)
>>6412290(Phew, damn, cut that literally as close as possible, thanks for the heart attack dice gods.)>[UM] Xenoq (carrying Panoptan) to (32, 21)>[MI] [Lithic] Attempt to Trade Office Parties for The Wheel>[MI] Convert 4 Mana to DI
>>6411259"Well I hate to step on the primroses that are the manner in which you people speak, but harsh words and mockery are plenty valuable, they are something we owe to those who don't earn their honor. Respect is achieved, and it is the responsibility of any to remind his fellow knight of that he has neglected. You celebrate Gerniet's little romantic and philisophical journey, but what we remember are the three generations of unchecked politicians poking around at graves, and now I as a foreman have to get my construction drafts from some old fart over the relay who is operating the brain of my dead ancestor."The knight adjusts his reigns in a moment of silence, composing himself to bring things back on topic from what branched off of a very small insignificant of Lamedh's conversation, but all too much to resist venting over."...Sorry I called you a freak. Ask any one of my men here, when we are promised things like safety, comfort, shelter—It's a slippery slope into some unwritten contract that either keeps you honorbound in indentured servitude the rest of your years, or has you wandering off in a trance towards some lizard temple who knows where. So forgive me when I lash out from hearing the same culty jargon. Let's just take a step back. Your lamp doesn't want some moldy soldiers marching in from the south, and I won't make some vow that dooms my future reincarnation should the big men in charge flip their lids. Let's meet in the middle. We will build one of our relays in a town of your choice, and our people will spend some generations exchanging ideas with your walking windchimes, and when things go well we can discuss something more committal. What do you think?"
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>>6412372The lead Knight's explanation of the repercussions of Gerniet's absence has Lamedh giving a sympathetic smile, acknowledging the Knight's words with a "you're right" nod and affirming hand gesture."It sounds like his absence caused you great troubles indeed. I'm sorry that you suffered so, and at the hands of your own people no less. For our part in ushering him north, I also apologize. It was my gift that helped guide him on, a map so that he may never be lost. Your apology is appreciated, and thank you for understanding our fear of southern dangers. These other...'cults' sound rather horrific, if true. We will endeavor not to betray the trust of any who come our way, and allow them to leave unswayed if they have meant us no harm."She chuckled lightly. "We will also take care to gently remind any other of your travelling Spark-bearers to not neglect their duties at home, you have my word." Daleth speaks up, a rumbling, grating voice like armor grinding against itself."Your politicians seem at fault here, more than Gerniet. We also have 'politicians', of a sort, but..." He trails off.Lamedh gestures at the surrounding Liten, more of who are now openly playing. Instruments of the same space-y wood have appeared among the group, and lilting music begins to fill the air, lively but quiet."They mostly run for 'elections' to set whatever fashion trend they have in mind into motion. At worst, you end up with clashing colours and mismatched socks." She explains with a tittering laugh.She straightens her robe, pristine as they are, and gives a quiet cough. Her tone become regal again, speaking with utmost formality once more. She 'steps' into the air, balancing on strings of light, rising to stand before the Knight, eye-to-eye. "Your idea has merit, Knight of House Morcair. I will agree to a communication relay on behalf of Lys, and look forward to the exchange of ideas. May I have your name, so that we can agree as equals?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Senjou Azami, age 18. Presently, a resident at Takamichi Group Home and attending therapy with eight other girls. Those girls are rather unique and special. They are former victims of the Arkadian Kingdom, their Heart Crystal corrupted for nefarious reasons. Each had done terrible things under the influence of corruption, and then became purified and freed by the Pretty Star Warriors. Each of them has their own unique magical powers, just like you.'Police Girl' Shinoda Takeo'Queen Bee' Morita Aoi'Mommy Issues' Shinohara Ren'Normie Teen' Nagato Mari'Romance Nerd' Shibusawa Yuki'Street Kid' Takeoka Rui'Fantasy Lover' Ito Akira'Sport Jock' Ichijou SayakaNow, you're working with them because a simple mission from the godmother has turned into something very complicated. The original mission was moving Kiyotaka Chie and her son Asato away from her abusive husband, Kiyotaka Hisato. It has morphed into something supernatural.The three former yakuza members of the Sumi gang; Kiyotaka Hisato, Maeda Sekine and Kimura Toshimichi, had gone into business selling drugs. Disappointing but unsurprising. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411605chrysanthemums are funerary flowers. So if she dies, at least she'll have something appropriate for her grave.
>>6411593>Jigoku Ageha, the Hell Butterfly...Reborn from being held in the depths of hell against our will...
>>6411593>Jigoku Ageha, the Hell Butterfly...Dunno the actual symbolism, but being reborn in hell fits.
>>6411593>Jigoku Ageha, the Hell Butterfly...Too poetic to not pick it.
Okay, we've got Jigoku Ageha.Hell Butterfly, her soul transformed and travels the byways of rebirth and salvation after death.But only after paying all evils and follies of this life with the flaying purification of Hell striping away all sins.Beauty at least remains.
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.
>>6412027>not just doing the fusion dance>then using mechi's half to use time magic to stop the fusion from ending prematurely
>>6412035>the fusion dancestopping you right there, its REQUIRED that the 2 fighters are synced in strength and coordination to do this correctly. We're still a flea compared to Mechi's full power, and him having to nerf himself that hard to fuse with us is massively inefficient. and while I doubt that Mechi's the type to sneeze at something as potent as fusion, I DO NOT believe he's ever done the dance in his entire life. But do you know who WOULD be an unorthodox,, yet sensible fusion partner who's likely to have that technique in his back pocket and has enough faith in Karn's ability to consider that kind of emergency protocol? Kars. And I know I doubted Potara but I completely forgot that Kefla operated just fine
>>6412074Oh ye of little faith. We'll grow stronger yet. We'll have gains yet. We'll become HUGE yet. >fusing with karsLook I know we hang out in front of dudes with our dick out a lot but we're not actually gay.
>>6410989You'll see.>>6411316Not King Vegeta, and emergency is not the time to try a Fusion Dance.A very interesting question. Would even Tomitsu exist within this fusion, or would it be a surreal experience for everyone involved?It is visible, and no it isn't something that can be trained. Hers is just very visible, as on the flipside even other Stands cannot track it during its Sand Veil. MAYBE Star Platinum could find it in stopped time, but that's a big maybe.>>6411996That is terrifying, conceptually.>>6412027Not for long. But perhaps just long enough?>>6412035Mechikabura wouldn't dare demean himself in such a way.>>6412074Yes, for Karn and Mechikabura to fuse would require Potara. Or, there's always another method, but that one's far more risky.>>6412094Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412098>Mechikabura wouldn't dare demean himself in such a way.And that's why he'll never be the winner he thinks he is. Take a page of Jack Hanma's book. Show your asshole if it means winning. Best character in Baki by the way. Not really but I am contractually obligated to say that.>but that one's far more risky.Well I wish it wasn't.>Karn is already hugeThe quest for HUGE never truly ends. Besides, can't Mechi just do some gigantification shit? It's not that hard to learn how to embiggen yourself. Seems like every Namekian can do it. As well as any two-bit wizard.>Karn has done a lot worse than touch tips to save his familyWe'd never hear the end of it from weird fangirls and boys on SpaceChan though. Get fucking fanmail through the SpacePostOffice hand drawn and weird. Sonichu ass fans.
“We leave.” You said, the words a terrible weight placed syllable by syllable on your soul, made all the worse as your uncle’s betrayed gaze fell on you “We are not equipped to handle these lands, I doubt any one would be equipped to handle it. We have only faced a small portion of the danger this land offers, yet we’re already lost 4 people, with two wounded and we have been here less than half that many days. This land is cursed, this land is not meant for the living, and…I whatever god remains to rule these lands wishes death to be all there is.”“But Jason, we can’t miss this chance! W-”“We need to live, Uncle! We need to go home, return to our lives, so we may live them, so I may have children who will one day replace me, so I may improve the lives of those who follow me, and so you may be a father to your daughter. You wish to see her rise to our name, and be married properly, well I swear to you now: I will have this done. She will be made a lannister, and I will ensure she is married not only well, but also to a good man. Will it happen immediately? Perhaps not, but I shall rule the rock, and when I do, I shall use all the power our family has to do this. But we must all live for it, and that means we leave now.” You held your uncle’s gaze, and there was a battle of wills you had never expected to have with Uncle Gerion. He was the man who was quick to laugh, a joke made easily in the face of the noble posturing and maneuvers, a man who cared nothing for the trappings of house Lannister and the shadow left by your father. All that was gone now, and you saw him for what he was, another younger brother who had never been able to rise to the occasion, and who now had more than himself to worry about. “I promise you Uncle, Joy will be given everything a lady of our house deserves, even if her name is hill. She is my cousin, and I shall see her treated as such.” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder and offering him a steadying smile. He met your gaze, and you saw him turning over what you said in his mind, and the fear of simply accepting it and giving up on Brightroar, of his chance to claim history and stand tall as possible over your father. He then bowed his head and nodded, no words but surrender all the same.And So it was, Sarella and Asha set to work coordinating the ships and their crews for the exodus from the Doom, Asha giving your hand a squeeze in thanks and Sarella placing a kiss on Humfrey’s forehead in relief. Humfrey and Dara seemed like they had wished to brave the doom, but both were men well aware of their limitations, of which they were close to with their wounds.(Cont)
>>6412622I mean coming back with an 8 foot tall Lengii baddie would be a pretty solid flex. Or at least it would be if Jason wasn't happily married. Hard to top domestic bliss. Euron could never.
>>6412620Euron on his giant ass mega ship, jumping around in a rage because "He's a poser! He isn't serious about this! I'm a God, I have travelled every dark way and this little fuck hasn't even sacrificed one chicken to a dark force! I am a God!!!">I once told a demon of Faceless Death that we Latterborn Owe No Debts, to any or all and it fucked off angry."I HATE YOU! I HAAAATE YOUUUU!"Heh.
>>6412580After reading through all the new points anons made, perhaps a new adjustment to the agreement is in order again. You also make a lot of good points anon.Revised Latterborn-Blackscales Agreement V.3.01- A preleminary proposal is offered by the Latterborn first. Finalization of the agreement at Tyrion&Tysha estate, where we will also invite the Blackscales has guests.Latterborn Expedition (Latterborn Trade Company) Offers :- Urban review of the city of Mantarys- 1 City Construction Project- Future Demon Road Forts (for now we can put it on paper would be still a good gesture)- Inclusion in our future Trade Route (Lannisport-Oldtown-Dorne [Sarella\Asha help]-Lotusport-Volantis)- Potential healers/medicine/maesters included with the trade we bring to Mantarys above^"Blackscales" Offers:- Send a discrete rider to Volantis for inform the Latterborn we are safe and sound immediatelyComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412630We have no buissness dealing with their bloodline issues. I am fine to not mention husbands at all, sounds conniving and will raise their guard.The use of mutants as guards is. . . Hmm, sure to be unpopular in Westeros.I think we are overpaying somewhat and should keep the plans for simplification and forts to ourselves.The wind sails, perhaps ask it be tried at the old farmers farm first. We like him and would like to do a good turn. Gives us an easy and socially acceptable guise for the gift without them thinking we are buying their favour. Which we are
>>6412630>A written and drawn study for give the city a "Sky-Shield" closing it to the outside poisonous air and occasional dragonglass windsThis probably isn't feasible due to weight. It would be hard to make something capable of withstanding it. A big tower in the heart of the city with a series of sub spires or towers placed intermittently might be able to hold it. And it would likely come in the form a humongous chainmail sheet hooked to some pulleys. You'd have great sheets of cloth stitched together as well linked to the mail like a gambeson. It would take care of the obsidian well enough. Deflecting the larger shards and taking most of the force out of the smaller shards. It would be a serious pain in the dick to maintain and fix. To say nothing of the monumental task of making all the chain. Which would likely take years if not a decade to do. But on a smaller scale for something like window coverings or tents it might be doable. But FUCK would that be an annoying ass tent to move around. Shit would weigh hundreds of pounds and would likely take an entire day to put up with how exhausting it is. But as a sort of armored curtain it's much more doable. Basically like hanging a chain shirt in your window. It would be an undertaking though providing enough for everyone. But it would give the people of Mantarys a task to accomplish and jobs to do outside of just farming. Which would also probably quickly propel their expertise in the making of chainmail to the level of preeminence in the world. And chain is far more useful as armor to the mutant and misshapen since it's easier to fit to a non-standard body than plate is. Probably worth at least mentioning to Blackscales. Something else they might be interested in are watermills on the river to their north. Useful for many purposes and less manpower intensive than traditional mills. Windmills would be useless to them because of the obsidian storms, but a watermill doesn't have that same weakness. We should propose that if they don't have them already.
Warning: Critical core damage detect. Please Initiate T.Displac- "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPPPPPPPPP!!!" You ignored the useless alerts piercing your bio-metric feedback, the Unborn were already tearing through your Mecha like a piece of meat dropped in a pond of Pyrahannas. The line had been broken, your friends were already devoured by this cosmic menace. So much for humanity's last hope...well, there was only one thing you could do. A genetic message through time and space might just have enough rippling effect to avoid tonight's tragedy. If only you had more Q-Flux energy left in your Mecha...your limited research functions had found four candidates through the time weave. Not ideal but you are running out of control over your damaged Mecha. The Unborn were moments away from breaching your cockpit. Now... Who are you going to trust the entire future of humanity to? >Yuuma Suzuki [Ripple Resonance: High] [Q-Flux compatibility: Very Low] [Unborn Counter Flux: Low]One of your ancestors who at this point of time was a high school student. This hopeless always-broke romantic with a sense of justice would often get himself in a lot of trouble for the sake of his crush. His actions influenced by you might not be detected by the Unborn but he would most likely fail at awakening future Flux genetic code found in other students. His action would have a greater effect in the future at the cost of few Fluxxers actually joining the fight against the Unborn.>Daiki Kato [Ripple Resonance: Low] [Q-Flux compatibility: Maximum] [Unborn Counter Flux: Medium]A stoic son of an abusive Yakuza she-boss, he did this best to ignore all attention from both students and teachers to focus on his studies. Whether he liked it or not, his calculating brilliance and the wellspring of wealth at his disposal might just improve the odds for the final fight. The Unborn would most likely attempt to shift the timeline to their favour.>Aoi Takahashi [Ripple Resonance: Medium] [Q-Flux compatibility: Medium] [Unborn Counter Flux: Very High]The ‘Hard Bitch of Iija’, she was toughened up by her seven brothers who would eventually get drafted to the ongoing war of that time period. The kicker of many delinquent asses and an unapologetic tomboy who would punch first before asking questions. Needless to say, she would get into a LOT of trouble but it might just be worth it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411945>Touch me and you are dead, got it Dream-kun? Let’s meet up after school… [+7% Q-Flux Build up for Yuuma Suzuki, Info about Gazers]
>>6411945>Info about Gazers>Info about Brooders>Info about WormersThis guy in particular keeps giving us info on specific Unborn types.>He is known as Dream-kun for talking to himself while he took a nap in strange gibberish on numerous occasions in elementary school. Suzuki was caught several times sleepwalking as well outside of his house, same gibberish as well.I hope he isn't another case of Sato regarding being a possible Unborn victim
>>6411948>>6412040>>6412181>>6412190 +7% Q-Flux Build up for Yuuma Suzuki (21%) Gazer : A large sized flying and highly armoured unborn unit with no offensive capabilities, however, its dangerous long ranged gaze can shut down all operational systems for all mechas in its vision cone for a single clash. In addition to this dangerous stun, Gazers might temporarily control the mechas of female Fluxxers if it is not destroyed within two clashes. Extremely vulnerable if grounded first, male Fluxxer are best suited for taking it down. “R-really? You are not pulling my tail, right? Takahashi-kun, I am serious!” “Do I *look* like I am messing around, loser?” You huffed and puffed because of this sticky situation you got yourself into. Playing dress-up for a damn watch..“Yataaa! Oh, sorry.” Guy was actually blushing, it was simply embarrassing to be around someone like Suzuki “See you afterschool.”==Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411948>>6412040>>6412181>>6412190“Let’s head upstairs.” You could tell that Suzuki was very much hesitant to continue beyond this point, embarrassment would soon morph into dread and unease by the time you were about to enter his room “I know I am digging my own grave but here goes nothing…”“What in the…” with a flick of a light switch, you were introduced to a whole new world: hundreds if not thousands of drawings on the walls and the floor of stars and celestial bodies creating this mini-cosmos in his bedroom and an actual shrine dedicated to someone with one of the if not the most beautiful white dress you had ever seen. Did it belong to some idol like Summer Kissu? Nope. Yukari-sensei? Not with that small bust… It belonged to none other than Eien. “I saw her in my dreams, this..angel I call Kanna . She would always visit me in my sleep as a kid. We visited and created soo many worlds together, video games? Who cares, just let me dream already!” His fake enthusiasm would quickly die down as the spark in his eyes was now all duller and duller by the moment “ I thought of her as a cool friend at first but you know how it goes.. we grow up, get all urm…can’t say this word in front of you. I.. love her, Takahashi-kun. I *know* she isn’t real but I could swear she saved my ass a couple of times already. Remember our Zoo trip?”“Yeah, you were about to fall into the lion’s enclosure like a damn idiot.” He almost gave your class teacher a heart attack back then.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411948>>6412040>>6412181>>6412190>MISSING INFO>Alright, see you tomorrow [-50% Q-Flux Build up for Yuuma Suzuki, Ripple Resonance: Lunch Fight]You don’t want to get involved in this kind of drama.>Hey, I will be your Kanna for tonight… [ +11% Q-Flux Build up for Yuuma Suzuki, +10% Q-Flux Unborn counter]Gotta admire his dedication to his ‘imaginary’ girlfriend.>Look, all of that shit is unhealthy and kinda creepy, how about I hook you up with a *real* girl? [Ripple Resonance: Matchmaker, Passive: FemFluxxer Fantasy]You had some potential to be a good wingwoman..probably?>Keywords?
You are Kaguya Ryōko, an up-and-coming ninja born into a deadly bloodline and trained by a living legend. Now it seems that you’ll be able to put those things on display during a multinational promotion exam held by Konohagakure. While promotion to chūnin would be nice, your official objective here is to make it to the public final round of the exams so potential clients will see that your adoptive village, Yugakure, has not grown so weak and ineffectual as rumors would lead them to believe. Even more importantly, it’s an opportunity to finally begin to validate Tsunade-sensei’s decision years ago to become your mentor.One shinobi from Konohagakure has just opted not to continue to the final stage of the exams. After all his talk and his apparent efforts, you still can’t say that you quite have a sense for what Kabuto-san is actually trying to achieve. Since you’re no doubt missing some key aspect of the context, his choices have felt inconsistent to you.“Excuse me, Lord Hokage,” you hear Hiroshi-kun’s voice behind you. “I’ve given it some thought… and if withdrawing is possible, I believe I should as well.”“What the hell, Hiroshi!?” Akiji-kun demands. “You’re just gonna duck out like this when we’re right there?”“It might’ve been under unusual circumstances,” Hiroshi-kun explains, “but fact is I had to accept outside help to keep Ryōko-kun from spending her chakra on me instead of resting and taking advantage of us finishing early. It wouldn’t be fair to stay in when other candidates didn’t get that opportunity.”Ah. So that’s what it was.“You made that decision on your own?” Akiji-kun demands, unconvinced.“He did it because he knew I might disagree,” you observe. “But why only mention it now?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412131>Maybe go rattle the Otogakure genins’ cages a bit now that their sensei has left.
>>6412131>Maybe go rattle the Otogakure genins’ cages a bit now that their sensei has left.lol I can't help it.
>>6412131>Maybe go rattle the Otogakure genins’ cages a bit now that their sensei has left.We actually don't get a lot of info about this team of jobbers until they die. I wonder how much of that will diverge from canon...>>6412077>>6412083Good assessment all-around, though I'm not sure about the bit about Ryoko's physique. I know that last thread, Tsunade mentioned Ryoko's short stature-- whether that'll stick once she's grown a bit, I'm not certain.That does make me wonder though... since users of the Shikotsumyaku can modify their bone structure... could Ryoko just... choose to modify for a smaller or larger frame? Could she change her appearance in this way? I know that it's control over her bones, but her skin parts to let bones enter and exit-- does that mean she can control those well? A sort of... plastic surgery jutsu, hah. Granted, not all that useful since the Transformation Jutsu exists, but the possibilities are endless...
>Wake UpToday is the big day.Your name is Polka Gay, and as of late, you've been stuck writing LOSER stories for your HIT magazine, D.A. Voyeur. It wasn't always like this though....In your heyday, you were a legend. Things like uncovering the Bog-Hogger of West-Creek and investigating the nefarious local STRING QUARTET put. you. on. the. map.Hell, you even dismantled a polycule or two. If there was ever a mystery within the 30 mile radius of this shitty college town you call home, then you've gotten to the bottom of it.However, times change. Interesting cases dry up quick, and people move on & graduate. A good journalist knowns to never give up, but a great one knows you HAVE to keep things fresh. That's why this- THIS is your big break.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402561>Forget the she/her, investigate the missing manuscript
>>6402562>>6402607>Forget the she/her, investigate the missing manuscriptLocking it here and will resume tomorrow.
>>6402642Heads up, update will be pushed to tomorrow.Car troubles resulted in me losing most of my time today.
>>6403017>just found this quest>QM diedFjust like the mummy...
Welp. At the least we won't be killed by our sister for not buying her beer, I guess.
