Doomed princes, cunning vagabonds and greedy mercenaries try to prevail in a decaying world. Amongst all men You are Doomed to Greatness, cursed and blessed in equal measure. You will learn: There is no Truth but that of Eternal struggle. You were born to a people considered… >Barbarians >Decadant >Civilized>Please roll 1d20 when you vote.
Alright looks like Witchsight and Elfin Secrets win the vote. VOTE CLOSED.
did QM die during the sack?
>>6453876QM DOOM
I hope this isn't another Wux quest, like the cyberpunk one or the orc antipaladin one. It does follow some similar patterns...
>>6454300Don't think so, but this exact quest premise has been run at least two times by my memory, and subsequently dropped fairly quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if QM doesn't have what it takes to consistently write a quest, whether because of IRL scheduling issues or writer's block.
The snowy environment makes quick work of ensuring that the chill atmosphere nips away at you. Wildlife in these parts is scarce right now; whatever footprints and other signs of tracking would normally be here are now only faint traces. Your environment is almost completely blank, covered by snow and frost."You readin' me, Viper?" you hear someone faintly say over your communicator.The earpiece you have also seems to be struggling with the chilly environment. You can just barely make out Hawk's voice on the other end.Deciding to stop for a moment, you adjust the subtly engineered microphone attached to your gear."F-fuck, sometimes I hate having to be the lead on this shit," you tell him, rubbing your arms for warmth as you do."Someone needs to be the eyes here. Remember, I won the coin flip on that one," he says, as if hammering home a point.Cocky bastard, you think to yourself. It's reassuring to know that Hawk is safe, at least.You've got to pull it together a bit better here. This contract is worth a lot of money. You'll be fucked with if anyone else takes it from you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452733>Remind me of this guy again, Hawk.
>>6452733>>Remind me of this guy again, Hawk.
You are the Captain of The Space Station.You will have a choice, and perhaps another; and then another, and another more.None of them are hard to take, as they may be to live with.Just know: It takes more than guts to run a station; you'd dare say, even, that you could benefit from losing some.
>The Sergent informs you from the distance; The corpse has no belly button.You make a well-informed guess.
>>6454037>" Im done with you" - Go interrogate the machine, screw this loonYou make a well-informed guess. The corpse is a clone.You walk towards the machine, it rises off the ground, balancing on its epicenter, legless. Defiant, it glares.> "Whats your business with the corpse, it's a clone isnt it?"> "Whats so important about this corpse that you'd be willing to kill?"> "Where you planning to eat the corpse too?"> "Are you okay?"[Experimental format]
>>6454062> "Whats so important about this corpse that you'd be willing to kill?"
>>6454062>"Whats your business with the corpse, it's a clone isnt it?"
Roll up, roll up, questies and questers, as we venture into uncharted territory for the purpose of fun, creativity, and questy goodness! “But Bones, you magnificent devil, you,” you might be asking, “Aren’t you running a quest already? What are you playing at, you handsome rogue?”The game is simple–hell, you’ve probably played it before! We’re going to run a collaborative quest using one of the most important rules in Improv:‘Yes, AND!’What is ‘Yes, And’, you might ask? An unspoken agreement by two or more actors when creating a scene: if someone establishes a detail, be it a character, a setting, or something else, then that detail is now fact! Your improv partner establishes you’re on a submarine? Up Periscope! Your partner calls you ‘darling’ and gushes over how beautiful your wedding ceremony was? ‘Yes, snookums’!But why? Why not ‘NO, ACTUALLY’? Well for starters, it makes the scene flow better–your partner (or you, perhaps) have a scene idea in mind… swapping it up will bring the scene to a screeching halt… and nothing’s worse than a stalled skit!So here’s how this quest is gonna work: you, yes, you, are going to work with other would-be QMs in writing a QUEST! That’s right–characters, settings, twists, turns… all of it will be entirely up to the players! In order to play, however, heed closely…THE INSTRUCTIONS:>1) We will start by posting a couple of setting ideas. These should be vague–preferably a sentence or two at most. For example: ‘Trapped on a Deserted Island’, ‘Minimum Wage Frycook in Hell’, or ‘Paycheck-to-paycheck Space Bounty Hunter’. If you like someone’s idea, +1 it! This will help us decide what to go with. That’ll be our starting point!>2) If you have an idea for an update, reply to the most recent post with the word ‘TAG’. Whoever replies to the post first gets to write the next update! If one QM appears to be dominating, however, we might make an executive situation to pass it off to the second replier to keep things interesting.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455335https://youtu.be/OFiVnvJibGUSeveral heated minutes filled with muttered curses and flashes of magic later, The Professor shoves both your BRAND-NEW MULTI-WAND and your FRESHLY-RECONSTRUCTED MINIGOLEM into your not-so-ready arms!“That’s that, then.” Huffs The Professor as she wipes her claws on her coat with a triumphant huff, “Take care of those–I’d rather you die horribly than see my creations fall into some loincloth-clad cretin’s clutches…”“I’m fine, by the way.” Growls the golem cradled in your arms.You blink. Doesn’t she mean SHE’D rather die horribly? The Professor stares you down like you’d just asked to rub her ears.“... Yes, of course. That’s precisely what I meant.”Uh-huh. Well, you sigh as you prepare to leave, thanks again for the gifts, Professor.“They aren’t gifts.” She answers sharply. “They’re a reminder of why you keep those coins and materials flowing my way. You’d do well not to forget it.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455336You didn’t, you shrug, but you’re headed South. Near OTZNAAL. The Professor frowns, but whether it’s because of the name or just her go-to expression is anyone’s guess.“Whaddaya know about OTZNAAL anyways, hm?”“They got those dishes, don’t they?” Mutters your minigolem. “Too much sauce…”What do you know about OTZNAAL? Plenty, actually. In your line of work it pays to be informed… and while OTZNAAL wasn’t the greatest threat to The Empire, it certainly wasn’t a backwater to be ignored either…What DO you know about OTZNAAL?>It’s ruled by a COUNCIL OF MAGES…>It’s ruled by what locals believe to be some kind of DEMIGOD…>It’s ruled by THE STRONGEST… as for how that’s determined there, well…>It doesn’t have a ruler, really–though you know something calls the shots…>It’s run by a LOCAL COUNCIL… boring, really, but they’re doing alright.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455337I'll post a (<<NEXT>>)Here just because it blends in with the choices.
>>6455337>They put way too much SAUCE in their local dishes, it’s true…They all pretend that eating something that tastes like sulfuric acid is a replacement for good cuisine. Honetly, they deserve to be genocided and enslaved.
>>6455229Daww, she's nefarious :B>>6455337>It's ruled by THE SAUCERER, an arcane chef possessed by an eldritch entity that demands more sauce... or so you've heard.
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.
>>6455397>Tell him it's over, to end it. They're not ready, not yetIt was a good attempt though, I'll give them that.
>>6455398>>6455400Tell him it's over, to end it. They're not ready, not yet wins it. Writing.Or are they? Or at least one of them, who has refused to buckle.
>>6455397“They all gave it a good attempt. But even if someone transforms, they're still at a serious risk of real injury. Go ahead and end it. Better to not hurt your friends when you don't need to.” you think to your son, who you can see nod in response to your thought. However, right as you can tell he's starting to pull it back, Matillo shouts back up at him through her tears.“Don't you do it! Don't you DARE give up on me!” she cries out, the sudden desperation in her voice stunning all of you. “I'm not giving up! So don't you give up on me yet!”“Matillo...” Karn Junior whispers, almost to himself as he hears her impassioned cry from under his massive blast.“Give her a ten count.” you continue to your son telepathically. “If she hasn't achieved it by then, end it. If she's going to transform today, that might be the final push she needs.”“Right!” he replies telepathically, then calls out loud. “You have ten seconds! If you don't push it back by then, I'm ending this! One! Two!”“N-No! Not yet!” she cries out, as she continues pushing back. Even as the blast continues to push her and the others down. “I won't quit!”“Come on Matillo! Let's give it everything we've got! HAAAAAA!!” Tarroc roars, still driving his shoulder into the blast. “Don't quit now Noino! One last push!”“O-One last push. Right!” the more timid girl says, bracing herself and giving it all she's got as well. And even Zucchi gets back up, golden aura blazing as she digs deep. Tapping back into the power of a Super Saiyan, despite not having enough left to even transform anymore.“HAAAAA!” Zucchi shouts, firing her twin beams point-blank into Karn Jr's massive attack, trying to get any edge to push it back. The four of them giving it all they've got as your youngest continues to count. He slowly counts all the way up to six, and that's when it happens. Noino collapses first, strength spent. Then Tarroc, the pain of his injury and the strain of holding that blast back finally depleting his endurance. Leaving only Matillo and Zucchi holding it back, the blast more than they can handle. “S-Sorry. Ma... Ti... Llo...”And the last remnants of Zucchi's golden glow fades away again, and she collapses unconscious as well. Leaving only Matillo to contest his attack's overwhelming power, as you can see her giving everything she's got. Pushing her body and will beyond their limits, refusing to give up even as her body rapidly approaches failure. This is it, she'll either breath through. Or she'll break instead.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455416And that's it for tonight, everyone enjoying the episode so far? Like that cliffhanger, ready to see how this plays out? Do you think she's got what it takes, or will Karn Jr be forced to pull it back? And after this plays out, and the aftermath is handled, are you ready to see what Chilli's been up to? All this and more, when Saiyan Conqueror Quest continues in 12 hours at noon EST!
>>6455417Whether she breaks through or not, she's already gone way past her physical limits. That said, I do have to ask...are there Saiyans that can't transform, even with the right physical stimuli? And I don't mean those with chronic illnesses or injuries that would be exacerbated by the strain, I mean those that just can't tap into that golden power to begin with.Anyways, my questions aside, I'm more than ready to see how this shakes out and check in on everybody's favorite Arch-Wizard after.
General links of varying importance.Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/AdlershorstDeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/adlershorstArchive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Settler%20Lord%20QuestIt was the morning, quite early in fact. The sun shone through the window as the bells in the city and chapel rang six times. Somewhat reluctantly, you rose from your canopy bed. Your wife remained in for a while longer, but her presence would be required as well. From your bedchamber you went to your drawing room, where you prayed in private before eating the simple breakfast already prepared. It wasn't the official breakfast; that would come within a few hours, but you needed sustenance before beginning your day. As you finished your meal, you could hear the unfolding of cloth and clinking of jewellery.Normally you wouldn't wear something like this; you and your family preferred clothes which could withstand some exercise. No, indoorsman the Adlershorsts never were, and all the better for it. But the occasion demanded it, and so you chose opulence over practicality. You took a look at the clothing. All silk from Mithras, intricately embroidered with gold thread, an ermine cloak to be draped over it, the crown jewels had been brought from the vaults as well, which explained why a Knight of the Argent Swan was in attendance as well. You wouldn't wear it right away, of course. The coming landtag would bring all the great lords, bishops, and lord mayors to their king; it would be the first time in years that they would all be gathered in one place.Turning back to your clothing, you made certain the white gloves still fit around your hands and that the rings still fitted on your gloved fingers. Before taking it all off, so you could be dressed in your regular attire for the day. Formal breakfast would be ready at eight, so you went to your solar to work away at some paperwork.Parchment and paper, calligraphy both sophisticated and crude. If it weren't for the scribes from the chancellery, your desk would have collapsed from the weight long ago. In a lot of ways, the news of a landtag had electrocuted the magnates of the realm into a mass migration to the capital. You didn't need a network of spies to see the streets crowded with litters and carriages carrying nobles from all corners of the kingdom. And judging from the white ship in the harbour, the elves had sent a delegation as well.Most had elected to simply hire a room in a high-class inn or use their townhouse for such an occasion. Others, poorer of means or perhaps from further afield, simply raised their pavilion outside the city walls, creating a makeshift camp of luxurious tents and banners. The atmosphere was like that of a tournament, though there would be no melee or joust today.
Ahh, beloved Anastasia, how long has it been since you came southward and claimed her hand? You were a youth when you answered the call of the crusade, barely in your majority, and yet… you went southward; you left the borders of your home for the first time, leaving Rittersbach to see a myriad of sights. You hadn't forgotten the slight the Margrave of Fluddenmark had inflicted by snubbing you, but you weren't petty enough to harbour a grudge. You met the Kaiser further south, a man only a few years older than you, and Emperor he still is, though you don't deal with him very often; you like to believe you left on cordial terms. Then over the mountains to Castana, where you found the city-states and their endless politicking to be annoying and strange. And finally, you reached Mithras.Most people upon the continent, when asked about Mithras, would always characterise them as haughty, aloof, and patronising, like elves, but without the wisdom to make up for it. You, on the other hand, found them welcoming, kind, and willing to learn from both outsiders and their own mistakes. And one in particular, you found very welcome indeed.The daughter of the Mithradian Emperor, a beauty dressed in the greatest finery and adorned with the most exquisite jewels, caught your eye from the moment you first saw her. In a twist of fate, she had been smuggled out from under the noses of the corrupt eunuchs.You wed her in the closing days of the crusade, and many happy years you have spent together ever since. You took her back with you, and today she is your queen, as you are her king. The gods had seen fit to bless you with five children, four daughters, and one son. All of whom were now in their majority and having children of their own.Age had been kind to her, as it had been to you. Shorter your hair was now, not like the locks of your youth. Thankfully it remained the same golden-straw blonde it had always been. She likewise had done away with the flowing locks of black hair in favour of an updo.You found her tending a rosebush, cutting back the dead blooms one by one in tandem with some ladies-in-waiting. You walked over; the work fell still as you embraced her. "Beloved, would you care to walk with me?" You said, carressing her chin gently.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455283 "Oh, I remember it so well; you, a northern barbarian with gold thread on his head, came staggering down the stairs that morning, all groggy but somehow keen of eye." You chuckled but also rolled your eyes at the barbarian comment. "That is not how I remember it going down, nor do I think that it'll be recorded like that." You replied, taking a turn by some hedges close to a fountain. "Oh Albrecht, you'll always be my barbarian, my blonde, muscular crusader." She smiled again as the two of you sat down by the fountain.>Do you ever wish to go back?>They'll write songs and stories about us, won't they?>Has the correspondence with the Emperor indicated when those specialists are going to arrive?>Write-in
>>6455284>Do you ever wish to go back?
>>6455284>Do you ever wish to go back?>They'll write songs and stories about us, won't they?It is with great sorrow that I announce our beloved QM, AdleQM, has died heroically after wrestling a rogue grizzly bear to save a bus full of schoolchildren. His sacrifice will not b–HOLY SHIT HE'S ALIVE! AND HE MADE COOL ART!!!
>>6455284>>They'll write songs and stories about us, won't they?
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical demon! After being born you did a little rampaging and conquering. Now, that you are several months older and wiser, you are just following the wind and going where adventure takes you.
>>6455035I'll back this fishbro clearly needs a break and later we can ask him about the problem with the shrine and neutrality.
>>6455021>Ask the river spirit to allow the civilians to escape across the river>- Ask the river spirit about the temple!
>>6455021+1 to >>6455035But phrase it as time to catch up too
>>6455021>Ask the river spirit to allow the civilians to escape across the riverSeems to be the most pertinent issue here since there's a conflict ready to get hot at the drop of a hat
sorry for the sporadic updates I have been very busy, I hope you will forgive the tardiness
Escher Intuition. The power to become perfectly attuned to your environment by intuiting it's dimensions to a granular level. You manifested this gift at an unusually young age, and it has shaped every part of your life. It helped you amass a fortune, enough to purchase a hotel in the heart of Tokyo. A narrow twelve-story building squeezed between newer towers; its polished lobby still clings to the elegance of another era. The rooms are impeccably maintained despite the building's age, but beneath them the basement has long since been overrun by angry yokai. Imperfect or not, it is yours.You are Takeuchi Kotaro (竹内虎太郎), a tiger-spliced moreau. A hybrid of human and animal, engineered from the best genes of both. At least, that's what you've been told. For years, you have secretly investigated the conspiracy that claimed your parents' lives. They were scientists working for Astellas Pharma, a powerful multinational corporation specializing in antifungal medicine, organ transplantation, and moreau research. Internationally renowned, they stood at the forefront of their field. Their greatest creation was... you.You were born in a sterile research chamber rather than a hospital. After years of observation and testing, researchers concluded that you lacked the life-shortening defects that plague other moreaux. Soon afterward, your parents formally adopted you and brought you out of the facility. Not long after, they were murdered. The case went cold years ago, but now you have the resources to reopen it. The trail winds through multinational finance, private laboratories, and local criminal syndicates. You intend to uncover what truly happened to your family. And when you do, you'll make those responsible pay.In this era, the wealthy can purchase cybernetic implants that, combined with robotics, gene therapy, and biochemical serums, push human capability beyond its natural limits. The price is often one's humanity, health, or sanity.At present, you possess a single implant. Choose one:>Combat Implant: An automated adrenaline delivery system that triggers during life-threatening situations, granting a great boost in physical performance, followed by a period of great exhaustion.>Reflex Implant: A neural overclocker that grants superhuman reflexes at the cost of temporary cognitive burnout.>Datajack: A neural port implanted in the neck for direct network access. It can interface with drones, autonomous vehicles, and Matrix entry points, though each use carries a risk of dangerous electrical feedback.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448299Combat ImplantImplanting cybernetics is a reference to cyberpunk 2077
The people hunger for cyberpunk. Don't flake.
Hey, everyone. My Internet connection was down, but now it's been restored. Update in a few hours.
Wuxian...
>>6448299>Memory Crystal: A storage implant embedded in the brain's left hemisphere, providing perfect recall and downloadable skills at the cost of diminished social and verbal ability.this seems cool. download any skill we want. basically a savant autist who is good at avoiding eye contact
Chambered lanterns line the narrow, smoothly carved walls. The dim lighting covers only enough area for you to barely see where you're walking, while the guards make sure to stand behind you and keep watch.That's right—you were arrested by the palace guard, caught in the act after a heist gone wrong and robbed of any chance of getting out of this hellhole.The very people who now have you in chains are the same ones who found your family the first time. Your family was forced into servitude under a very wealthy minor house, the Ducards. They were a prominent family from a major faction in their homeland, though compared to the powerful nobles who had recently expanded into the western lands, they were merely minor lords in a realm of constant political power struggles.Making sure you can't get up to anything, the two guards stop in their tracks for a moment."Stop where you are!" one of them shouts. The command in their voice resonates throughout the narrow corridor.You have no choice but to freeze. There's little other option besides death, and what you were just caught doing will earn you nothing less than a death sentence. The irony isn't lost on you as you stare at the floor in shame.The guard leading from the front walks up to you. They place a hand on your bare shoulder from behind, as if trying to hold you in place."When you enter, you're not to look him in the eyes. You are to know your place—a dog by comparison," the guard tells you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448513I am split regarding my decision but I think that having a Djin ally will be the most beneficial>I wish for our freedom, powerful Djinn
>>6448513Who where we hired by anyways?
>>I wish for our freedom, powerful Djinn
The rash of abandoned quests here lately is fucked. Some are wuxslop but some felt promising. Either way it's a waste of space on the catalog.
>>6449326Stop. Bringing. Up. Old. QMs. Please.How many more times do I have to say it?
Senjou Azami, age 18. Former 'ane-san' of the extinct Sumi gang.Former Chevalier to Lady Hathor of the Arkadian KingdomCurrent ward of the state residing at Takamichi Group Home. Items: 270,000 yen.Tailored Suit - Gives a temporary benefit Refined Looks - Clothes makes the woman. The 'katagi' civilians are more inclined to trust such a well-dressed, respectful-looking young woman. You sometimes even get mistaken for a young elite of some sort.Fool's Bracer - 1 charge left. Temporarily renders user invisible and occasionally injects Disquiet to user at random intervals to corrupt them. Business: Jinta Workshop - A small Sumi owned machine shop attached to a scrapyard. It even has a small dormitory and office for workers to crash for the night if necessary. One of the last businesses owned outright by Lady Sumi. Presently, it brings enough to breakeven.Allies:Godmother Sumi Kayo - Your boss who runs the bar 'Last Chance' and tries to take care of the remnants of the Sumi gang. Owns a few businesses and can call in favors. Gives you jobs to accomplish.Officer Kanda Reo - Corrupt petty police officer who used to work with the Sumi gang as an informant. He is willing to exchange info with you for favors and goods. Likes rice balls with honey sweetened umeboshi.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 2 (1d2)I guess I will have to roll1 for illumined2 for fearsome
>>6454342The in-character choice WON
>>6454342The extreme flanderized choice WON
all choices are good for the quest, the QM wouldnt put them there otherwise
>>6454310>>6454674(sorry, didnt mean to samefag, both of these are me, phone posting is a bitch)
You live in a church carved into the roots of the western mountains, where jagged peaks rise like the teeth of a dragon. Beyond those mountains lies the Wasteland, a harsh and endless steppe of yellow grass beneath a gray sky. No laws rule that land. Only monsters, savage tribes of orcs, and endless cycles of raids, blood feuds, and slaughter. The god you worship is Glax, the orc god of hatred and cannibalism. At the youngest age, you were chosen as an antipaladin candidate. Nineteen other orcs were chosen alongside you, but you alone survived. The others, you killed and devoured, violating the one true taboo of orc society: the eating of orc flesh. In your world, there is only darkness.The shamans are gathered in the great hall, a cold chamber of rough stone carved deep into the mountain. You kneel before the Great Shaman, an old orc whose magic is mighty, and whose wisdom is spoken of with reverence."Azdakh bears the Hand That Rots. Azdakh has been chosen by Glax."The Rotting Touch, your antipaladin gift. Once each day, by channeling your pure hatred, you can make living flesh decay, even perish. The power awakened on its own after you slew the last of the remaining candidates.The shaman presents you with a blade, a massive two-handed sword, broad and heavy, its hilt adorned with a skull. It is the mark of your station as an antipaladin. The other orcs will scorn you, or fear you. Yet when war comes, you will lead them as their general. For antipaladins are despised, chosen not for brute strength, but for cunning and cruelty, while orcs honor raw strength above all else. Antipaladins are feared because they wield dark magic that raises them above ordinary warriors, though few understand the source of its power.Then comes a suit of black steel armor. From this day onward, wherever you walk, you will wear it. Always armored. Always ready for battle. You don the armor, and the Great Shaman uncorks a vial of blood, pouring it over the black steel."This armor is baptized in blood. May it forever be drenched in the blood of our enemies."The shamans begin their chant. You have little patience for their rituals. If you possessed the strength, you would butcher them where they stand. But their magic still surpasses yours, for now. Rage stirs within you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6450009you underestimate wux desperate craving for attention from retarded lolcows
>>6450021Apparently not since as soon as RQM was mentioned the thread died.
>>6452006Wux has no creativity or discipline, this was always about trolling reptoid, just like rape quest being about trolling observer. It was always going to be quitted when he realized he didn't really want to write somebody else's story.
>>6449105+1
>>6449552>>6450021Wux was the qm ? that explains why it died so fast
ANOTHER PARALLEL.IN THIS:SOLVE MYSTERIES. FIGHT OR SPARE. CONSUME VARIOUS ITEMS. WEAR ARMORS. BUILD ONE HUMAN. DISCOVER OTHERS. RIVER PERSON. SEE PAST THE DARK. EXPERIMENT. DRAIN IT.
The soup is good. It is, in fact, the best thing you've ever tasted in your entire life. It's thick enough that it could probably count as a stew rather than a soup. Some kind of brown broth or gravy supports potatoes, leaves, and some kind of vegetable you don't recognize.You can feel your mouth salivate at the mere scent. You're thankful it comes with a spoon.It is very, very good soup. It's difficult to make no noise while eating it because it's so good. It is difficult to describe how good this soup tastes. The meat has a deep undertone of... something, and is salted perfectly. You didn't know anything could taste like anything, let alone anything this good. It's difficult to be careful while eating. You take another bite, feeling yourself salivate more, able to anticipate moments ahead where you'll be tasting it.You're done in what feels like seconds but was probably a minute or more. Finishing it leaves you more aware of the gaping whole in your stomach. You can still taste the meat and gravy on your tongue, fading fast, and your tongue slips along your teeth and gums to find even a trace of the soup left within your mouth. It's not magic, you're still hungry. Your mouth almost feels staticky? or spiky? Your body makes you intimately aware of the fact that you were eating and are now not eating. You chew at nothing in an attempt to bring back the flavor, in vain hope that some residue has been left in your mouth.You really really really want another soup. You do not need another soup. In a mythic feat of willpower, you do not go and buy four more soups. +7HP (14/20)You now have an empty soup bowl.
You shift your attention to the Map in your inventory. As if moving on your own, your hands shift to somewhere dark and out of sight before bringing it out.It's too wet to read, but you flatten it out on the table and try to pat the liquid out with some napkins.With this, it's slightly more decipherable.One side is your creation, probably only understandable in the DARK. Here, it's indecipherable scribbles, but there you used it to keep track of your location and your surroundings. It probably won't be useful to you now.The other side is divided into two parts. One half is some kind of technical diagram depicting a machine. You don't know enough to decipher its meaning. It's probably relevant somehow.The other part is a top-down map of an area you don't recognize. The outer edges seem to be at a larger scale than things closer to the center, with squares separating levels of magnification. you're not sure how much information is being cut out between square transitions.The second- most internal layer is some kind of floorplan, and the largest external layer seems to be some kind of highway map. Milling and Bluffborough are probably both on here somewhere, but you haven't been to enough places to know where they would be.You're careful not to eat your map.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6450436Probably maybe ask the employee, I suppose
>>6450436>probably only understandable in the DARK.Oh that's quite simple. Find someplace with no light and CHECK the map. Why not? Maybe that somewhere dark and out of sight... No.While here, though...Try to listen with your eyes again. Maybe...If that doesn't help, go bother the employee. Surely they've dealt with worse. And a map may prove interesting for their day.Therefore,>PRESENT YOUR MAP TO THE EMPLOYEE AND ASK QUESTIONS IN REGARDS TO THE MAP AND WHAT THEY CAN RECOGNIZE.Also I don't think we ever heard your mission. Shall we hear it, then? Come on.
First time engaging with a quest, might as well try.The junk ball is important, but the risk of losing something makes me wonder if it's a roll of the dice, being able to "CHOOSE" what we want to secure and the other 2 are lost or up to chance, or if we could minimize risk by undoing the ball in a desk or in some sort of container....Actually, have we looked at the stick or the glass bottle? They might have some label or carving that might or might not clarify our situation.
Game has The following resources:Extractable: Metals - everything that's not helium and hydrogen - can be produced from volitiles and energyVolitiles - helium and hydrogenEnergy - light and warmth and stuffRare extractable:Strings - needeed to do stuff that breaks laws of physics - precursors (TM) built the ftl lanes with it. (with enough tech players can use it to connect outside the cluster systems too so as long as you don't annoy me the map is infinite)Psi - can be harvested from one star and from your population - magic wizard power.Neutronium - raw neutrons - artificial gravity and exotic matter sheninigans - visit a pulsarNational:WorkforceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452530I have just been informed on the discord that I don't need to spend an action this turn on the process that I began last turn.In which case, I will continue trying to produce more warships with the resources left over after spending however much it takes to make the exploration attempts.
Our yachts are grand beyond compare! Truly the ability of our Margrave knows neither bounds nor patience. Anything we want will be done immediately!Thus it is now that we turn our attention to the minor detail of acquiring resources necessary to build these massive mobile houses. Afterall, no raptorian should be without an homage to their lineage.>Action 1The nobility call for a "raptor's paradise" an arena where we can hunt lesser creatures until our bellies are fully and our talons grow tired. Begin research and construction of this area at once!(Utilizing computation develop a biodome and the necessary conditions to rapidly birth huntable creatures. Through cloning or genetic alteration if necessary)>Action 2The Castlean demands that we investigate the outlying reaches of space. Begin production of no less than 3 grand exploration fleets! We must find new stretches of space, suitable for a massive yacht race worthy of honoring our lost Initator (long may he fly in the sky above this void). Pop assignmentAssign 10 pops to order jobs. The Castellean knows what is coming and he does not want to be unprepared...
>Action 1: Expand Production capabilities with 10 pop, 10 metals and 10 EnergyThe Hephaestus crisis was unforeseen, as such things often are, and it became crystal clear that Terra's production facilities would not be enough as they are to stabilize the ring before it collapsed and wrecked everything. To that end the Order of Techne began mass-building more factories in order to get the necessary materials in space faster>Action 2: Stabilize Hephaestus' ring with ALL my production and my psiTruth be told the Techne's reach in space didn't extend very far thanks to the volatile nature of the system and humanity's enemies. To this end the best way to stabilize the ring was to use the factories to churn out drones made using Enlightened Science. Said drones possessed wielding equipment to plug the internal and external cracks and prevent the ring from splintering.
> Mars Ecumenopolis- major actioncostruct a major energy gathering hub near the sun.> Slinkies- build an exploration fleet and explore the neighboring system
Posting for UEC 1. Construct multipurpose shipyards capable of rapid conversion to exclusively military use if need be2 -Build up asteroid mining and refining
Welcome to a Special thread of Do Your Best Quest! It’s Constance’s auto-conclusive sidestory! Our cunning hero will investigate the most enigmatic characters in the quest, and unveil their plans or well-kept secrets! Be prepared for grand revelations, tear-jerking moments, and hilarious situations as you help guide our favorite mummy to the most favorable of outcomes.It’s all down to your choices! ---You’re Constance Strangelove, one of the five Judges who rule over a violent competition to determine the ruler of the netherworld. Not out of your own volition, you were selected by fate or luck, saved from certain death to fulfill this purpose. You were given extraordinary abilities to accomplish this, without taking into account your previous affinity to the supernatural. You do so by communicating to ghosts and spirits. They’re different. You know that.You’re doing everything in your power to hinder the *violent* bit of your description. After all, this debacle is happening in your world — the human world — and you can’t accept pain for the sake of pain! Everyone relies on you to see a peaceful resolution!With all the help from your friends and allies, you’ve decided to step up, and repay their kindness by being extra useful! How? You’ll see!Today, there’s a new meeting between your colleagues. They happen frequently, but today is a special one. You’re traversing the realm of dreams to find a special spot, where the dream-like nature feels at its most finicky. It feels real. But it is not. You’re assured. “My crystal princess, I notice you are quite tense.” Your guardian spirit and the source of your powers, Athelone, places her hand over your shoulder. You’re sitting together on the couch, the invisible platform is transporting you to the meeting spot. It’s magic. Cool magic!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452092Thanks for running this wild thread QM!
>>6452092What a twist!?!
>>6452092Thanks for running.
>>6452086...she gon' be caked.>>6452092See you next time!
>>6452092Thanks!
>>6450152>immortal being with a scrying staff is a voyeurI'm not surprised.Anyways, glad to see Frieza's body didn't rupture after all that. I'm sure he could take it, but still.
23 hours to go! I hope you're ready!>>6449748A good question. Depends on how soon it becomes known what happened.It is always fun.If Okira went evil, even Beerus could potentially fall to her.Maybe.>>6450159He was expecting to see training. Like pulling up youtube and discovering you tabbed the hub instead.>>6450163He's a tank. But he lasted only moments in the form, didn't push himself through an episode-long fight against an EQUAL.
>>6450152Thank you for writing this epilogue. It was very interesting to see Freeza's perspective of those events. It is really incredible that he achieved Ultra Instinct. Congrats to him.This was fun to read.
Soon!>>6450548He's been working hard, always good to get a view into what he's going through on his own journey. And glad you enjoyed, it was a fun tale to tell.
It is TIME!>>6450589
