Your orders from the local lord were simple:Reclaim the wasteland and turn it into a productive farm.
>>6470711>Split up and give chaseCan't have him warn anyone
>>6470706>as you and Lark both look over Grif's shoulders at the barrel packed full of Normal seeds.I hope they haven't been here too long. Seeds do have an expiration date.>Flam opens the lid and the wizard nods. "This one's full of Gold Clubs."Wow that's a lot of dough.>Hoyl polishes the Gold Club in his hands and sets it carefully in the chest with the rest of his Gold Clubs.Aww. I was hoping we could take one to give to Thud.Overall, an unfortunately underwhelming reward or a Magic Key. Can't win'm all.>only 500000g.>ONLY 500,000gMuch better than it was, but that's still eye-wateringly spendy.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Crystal Locusts were mentioned in the first thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6420481/#p6459919
And I just realized I never marked the secret entrance on the Hazeley map.
>>6471052>"It used to be full of Crystal Locusts." Saff grins wistfully and then cackles. "Even the Dark Lord found them troublesome."Ah. this is going to be interesting.
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.
>>6470172>Karn managed to also harm it with Force LightningMy guess is that since the End consumes whatever it comes across, raw emotional whatsits like the angry hurty of force lightning gives it a temporary ouchie as it processes the concepts of pain and emotional turmoil while it absorbs it. That's my crackhead theory anyway.
>>6469687If there were referees, absolutely.>>6469876I give that a 7/10.>>6470170Good question. Why indeed? Was Mechikabura testing Karn? Or was it simply one of many situations Mechikabura's trying to handle as The End approaches?Yes. The moment the eldritch madness begins to spread, it brings reality one step closer to oblivion.>I wonder how much damage could Baby cause if he fell under the influence of The EndI wonder..:^)A very good question. But a better question is would their souls even GO to the afterlife? Or would they simply be consumed?>>6470172>combineMight be risky, but could have unintended effects.A VERY good question, one that hopefully won't have to be answered. Because if she's before The End, and her mind is already shown to be vulnerable... Being in its presence directly could break her.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Also, for the patrons, the October vote's now live. Have a few good choices this time, one of which may or may not be influenced by a recent unrelated project I've been working on.
>>6467989>But what you should focus on isn't adapting to it. But finding a way to more safely channel it than letting it radiate freely throughout your body.Karn made a blade. Should he try a different shapes of weapons too? Or is sword the best option for Karn? Among his collection of real weapons he has hammer from Jiralhanae, so shape of a hammer could also be something he is used to fight with.>>6469636>As well as a power you weren't truly able to tap into during the ToP itself in the past week, you'll have to thank Goku for pushing you to find this level of strength next time you meet him.Yes. That was awesome. Goku (John Dragonball) really helped in a big way. I wonder if fight with Karn also in some way helped Goku to achieve something more than what he had before. >>6470187>My guess is that since the End consumes whatever it comes across, raw emotional whatsits like the angry hurty of force lightning gives it a temporary ouchie as it processes the concepts of pain and emotional turmoil while it absorbs it.That’s an interesting idea.>>6470292>Was Mechikabura testing Karn?I think this is plausible.>>6470292>A very good question. But a better question is would their souls even GO to the afterlife? Or would they simply be consumed?That sounds super bad. Raven must be saved from this fate.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467355>would gene therapy help? I mean taking whatever genes from Priscilla that made her able to withstand Lifehunt and implanting them into Karn.I've been thinking about what you said and where it might lead.>>6467989>No. Others have tried making "artificial" half-dragons, but none were truly successful.I understand that it is almost certain to get bad results with this. But what if there was a way to guarantee a best possible result, a perfect result. Maybe something like the first Crossbreed Priscilla? How? Through a properly worded wish upon the Dragon Balls.This way, theoretically, we could force it to get the best possible outcome of combining a Saiyan and genes of immortal dragons. Although even if it worked out and come without monstrous drawbacks and strange results like in here: >Yes. However, trying to mix mortals with the genes of immortal dragons often result in, well... pic very related.Even the successful merge would certainly change Karn a lot nonetheless.I consider Peter Parker an example of a good result of adding spider genes to a human. If you look at him, he went from normal human to a super hero tier with unique abilities. He is no longer like a regular human, he is vastly different.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Artemio Barrea, former outlaw turned United States Army dispatch rider. You were perfectly happy waiting out the war against the Martians in your club house in Chicago, perfectly content in the fact that the army “lost” your papers in the opening days of the war. But old habits die hard and after a failed heist and a street brawl, the brass remembered that you existed and now you and your boys are getting sent on a suicide mission across the Mississippi. Current War Map: https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=1x6mCIffaW-ij0Z0TV-crZsIRTptUjW8&usp=sharingArchive: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/strike-witches-quest-the-gold-in-the-pocket-archive.1185865/The drive to the front was uneventful despite the sounds of gunfire and heat rays echoing through the night. After a few hours of sleep rest stop you set off again in the predawn hours. And as dawn breaks you crest a hill and get your first look at the front line.Before you is a wall of Black Smoke. The mile high wispy shadow impenetrable by dawn’s first light, drowning the western bank in darkness. Penetrated only by the muted flash mazers laying siege to the battered bridgehead. The east is no better, a muddy patchwork of trenches, fortifications and burnt out craters stretch as far as the eye can see. In the center of the river stands the Rock Island Arsenal, an old Civil War fortress, turned weapons factory that now sits as the headquarters for the Illinois Defense Line.“So this is where we’re supposed to cross?” Bobby asks, resting against his bike.“Yeah this is the spot. We cross through Rock Island and then the Fifth Infantry is supposed to make us an opening to cross the line.” Walker responds, motioning you to hand him a pair of binoculars.“So we’re boned, right?” You ask, handing Walker the binoculars. “Because I’m not seeing a way through this that doesn’t leave us dead. We’re either going to wreck in the smoke or get blasted by some squid hiding in a ditch.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467592“Are you sure that it hasn’t come back yet?” Goose asks, lazily leaning over his handlebars. “Because don’t witches have a really short turnaround time for their magic?”“The average refractory period for a witch that has undergone full magical depletion can range from eight to twenty four hours with proper rest.” You state as you flick your hands and attempt to flex the magic muscle in order to pump out some form of magical energy. “Yeah, I’m still spent.” You say as you mentally walk your way through the steps that your mother taught for a new witch to manifest her powers. Looking back towards Walker you reply. “There are a few exercises that I could try, to tap into it again but it's going to take time that we don’t have right now.” “Well shit.” Walker curses, scratching the back of his head. “I was banking on your shield to cover our asses when we crossed.”“Alright then, that means the plan is prayer, speed and artillery. Just like Wichita.” You say as you remount your bike.“We didn’t have bikes in Wichita.” Goose responds.“We were dumb kids in Wichita." Walker states with a laugh.“What happened in Wichita?” Lukas asks.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467594> Tell him (Reminisce on your first heist.)
Oh yeah here's a little informational about the route your taking when behind the lines
>>6467594Write in option: give him a comedic, bullshit version of the story to mock him for asking
BREAKING NEWS The Supreme court of FANTASYLAND has struck the 666th amendment of the constitution to allow GOBLINS to attend graduate institutions.Goblins are now allowed to get masters in might, magic, and nursing. Dear god, goblins can become doctors and lawyers. What has the world come to?! Can you imagine a goblin doing brain surgery or ratifying the laws that govern you and me?This is a TRAVESTY. A TRAVESTY. It was bad enough they could receive bachelor's now we trust them to do more?!!?-----------------------------------------------------------------You were 3 years old when you listened to a handsome High-Elf newscaster recount his very objective account of the landmark court case that struck down the 666th amendment. You had huddled together with all 200 of your siblings to watch the projector screen display him in the normally very spacious cave you called home. There was just something about the disgust with which he associated the word lawyer with goblin that appealed to you. Ever since then you've wanted to be a lawyer and with that aim in mind you excelled (as much as a goblin can) in academics until you were admitted to your undergraduate university (with substantial help because of your diversity you're a stupid fucking goblin after-all) Where did you attend?>Arcane Scholarship University Honors College (ASU)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
bump. this still happening?
>>6468482+1
>>6470115God i hope so
>>6470115QM WAKE UPAAA YOUR QUEST IS GOODWE STILL LOVE YOU OK
I hope this isn't Wuxian. He rarely finishes quests.
Present day and the economy is a fucking corpse somebody keeps putting lipstick on this pig. Groceries cost your whole paycheck, rent costs your soul, the stock market is a pachinko machine run by little hats who already own the building, and half the country is one bad paycheck away from betting the electric bill on a 12 leg parlay. Unemployment is fucked, AI is speedrunning the destruction of white collar jobs, tent cities are becoming starter homes, cops, ICE, judges and bureaucrats look like NPCs from the world’s shittiest pay-to-win server, and every city has some combination of protests, riots, sirens, helicopters and one guy livestreaming his own arrest in front of a FLOCK camera. The global economy is a dumpster fire floating down a flooded street. Meanwhile millions of NEETs are sitting in dark bedrooms with 100+ tabs open, encyclopedic knowledge of obscure shit, zero sunlight and enough collective autism to accidentally create smthn amazing. Some stop rotting, pool skills/ideas, start with $0 but build something real, make money, escape the fucking meat grinder and see whether a swarm of anonymous basement anons can outperform the S&P500. No gurus. No courses. No LinkedIn inspirational bullshit. Just (You), caffeine, spite and whatever scraps of the hope is left.Day 001 What do we build together?
>>6465902ANON ROLL CALL *** for all anons complete *** >hobbies:>skills:>interests: >problem you want to solve:>ideas: We can start here anons!
>>6465911>name: Adolf Chudler>hobbies: Racism>skills: Racism>interests: Racism>problem you want to solve: Niggers>ideas: Build a nuclear weapon and detonate it in the hood
>>6465897>another fucking AI threadkys
>>6465911>hobbies: vaping>skills: gooning>interests: Mt. Dew>problem you want to solve: the growing pile of tissue and vape pods that blocks access to the refrigerator >ideas: call mom and ask her to hire a cute Phillipino maid to clean up the lair a bit
>>6466529support sounds realistic
They say that in your small town, once you graduate high school if you're still there, you're stuck. That's not satisfactory for you. That's not something you want to hear. As chance would have it, you'd stumble upon a magic tome that taught you the art of conjuration. Specifically, creating rifts, to worlds never before seen. Dimensions where the laws of physics as you know them are flipped upside down.Where will you go, what will you do, with this newfound power? Do you have what it takes to become the legendary World Walker?RULES:1) no 'lolrandumb' votes2) please, and this is a big one for me since QMing here, don't bring up old QMs or board drama in my thread. thank you.3) not sure where i'm going with this so bare with me.4) PLEASE for all that is holy, do something about this captcha!CHOOSE A BEGINNING (also includes starting bonus)>I have learned that there is a dimension for almost every concept you can think of. (this will include having access to a dimension/world voters agree on)>I managed to find a pocket world where time slows and I am perfectly safe. It's not big, though--about the size of the average suburban bedroom--but most mages won't be able to find me here.>I, somehow, messed up a spell and spawned an otherworldly entity of some kind. She appears to be female? There is some skin on her, but the horns, wings and tail confuse me a bit. Oh well--she's nice at least!
>>6469084Agreed, this also reminds me of The Board Drama
>>6469084>>6469104Stop. Yeah so in case qm doesn't return, anyone else willing to pilot this?
>>6468874>>6470204Sorry. Was going to come back but admittedly, bad taste in my mouth because of these two idiots (>>6469084, >>6469104). Hopefully, these Island Boy chucklefucks will keep their antics low. I'm actually thinking of trying to make semi-animated update pics, but I'm on a crappy wacom tab right now.
>>6470596Jesus Christ, you can tell >>6469084 was just saying it as a joke and because you went AWOL. Grow some thicker skin, good lord
>>6470602It's not about "thicker skin" though. It's questing 101 to have respect for the QM in their thread. In any case, I was seeing if anyone was hijacking since >>6470204 floated the idea. Not that I mind continuing. All up to what the voters want.
For a hundred centuries, the Imperium of Man has stood strong against the countless threats both from within, without, and much worse. Through the might of the Imperial Guardd, had its worlds stood under the God-Emperor’s light. It is by the blood of countless martyrs that the Imperium stands. Of course, such sacrifice is pointless, if not directed by their betters, one of whim, you just so happen to be, by the blessing of your birth, the depth of your skill, or just plain luck, it has led you to heights unimaginable.As happens so often in the Imperium, for no conceivable or justifiable reason at all, a world has turned from the Emperor, earning the ire of His Imperium. The planet ? Insignificant. The population ? Negligible. The industry ? Sort of there. These sorts of thoughts ran through the head of a Departamento Munitorum senior officer. For the last three centuries, the world’s defection had gone unnoticed, until the Imperium had gained enough strength to launch a minor crusade within the surrounding sectors, the planet was to become one of the logistics hubs for such an operation, so it had come as quite the shock, when the records were checked, and it had become apparent that no tithes had been received for a truly long time.With the swiftness of the brightest of the Administratum, due to the new-found strategic importance of the world, a small invasion force had been rapidly assembled in a mere thirty years ! Sadly, the appointed general had passed away due to old age, which had thrown a wrench in the plans of the Munitorum, luckily for them however, such a headache of a command decision is not for them to solve, bur rather it is a problem for the Segementum command, one that they would be hard-pressed to solve swiftly, due to the real concerns of an army arriving to contest the planet without any general staff to actually command them !And so, on his fortieth consecutive work hour, the Assistant-Assistant-To-the-General-Segmentum-Command-General-Staff, after taking another dose of stimms, since the recaf has long since stopped working, had finally narrowed down his work file to the last task for the hour, to choose a commander for an insignificant world. There was something vaguely important about it, but he had long since forgotten. With a sigh, he had taken a look at the files piled before him, and almost at random, made the choice for:
I'm >>6469364 not sure if my ID changed.Keeping my vote to negotiate the same, but IF we do attack, then my vote is for the the 9th to attack the local HQ, the 133rd to attack the factorums, and the 1st to hold the mustering ground.
>>6469774It specifically says "It will be painful even for you" and you still want to send a single unit?
>>6469775Yes, I trust the bonuses of the 9th to carry the day. I also think sentinels would be good for our recon unit, and I want to get as much done as possible, since this seems like the last turn before we culminate. After that, I have no doubt we'll be forced to take an operational pause. Reorganizing with new vehicles is best done during such a pause, rather than in the heat of our next push.Even if I agreed to mass two units against the HQ, I would reverse >>6469352's plan. I don't think the 9th is the best for subtlety, nor is the 133rd best for a heavy assault. You might say that the 9th is loud and proud and thus good for distraction, while the 133rd can infiltrate because they are recon troops, I disagree. Remember the 133rd have light armour and the objective is heavily defended in urban terrain, constricting the avenues of approach. Even sewer entry isn't some silver bullet, it is mentioned in every modern IRL urban warfare handbook after all. The 133rd have explosives and snipers with which to make an adequate distraction, assaulting should be left to the actual assault formation.
>>6469786I was thinking more in the sense that the 9th would be doing a frontal attack while the 133rd went in the back and blew up shit since apparently that's something they do really goodBut I still feel like sending the 9th to go take out the HQ alone is gonna end up badly
>>6469787You could be right, two regiments is better than one. Successive attacks to draw the enemy out of position and then exploit the gap is a classic for a reason. Still, I'd like to keep our recon guys to light(er) assaults when we have to force them out of their comfort zone. Preferably in their scout, skirmish, sabotage wheelhouse, if at all possible. It is all down to the rolls in the end, we'll just have to see.
There is nothing wrong with Richard Roe. That is, as several old and patient things are beginning to notice, the trouble with him.
>>6465386"Copper theft in progress, three individuals, possible electrical damage to the service panel" — dispatch actually picks up on the second try, and you're most of the way through giving your location when the spark behind the fence stops being a one-off thing.Whatever's back there arcs again, longer this time, and the entire block goes dark all at once without so much as a flicker. Streetlights and porch lights and the hum you didn't know you'd been listening to for two years suddenly gone. Your radio cuts out mid-syllable — the arc must have scrambled the area's RF without a second thought.The three of them don't need the dark explained to them twice. You hear more than you see — sneakers on gravel, somebody's mouth open and yelling about how the Caravan is going to hear about this, all three shapes gone over the fence and into the black before your eyes even finish adjusting. You let them go. You've got bigger problems than three amateurs right now, and one of them is standing directly behind you, filling the whole building.The emergency lights should be dead along with everything else. They're not. Down the long hallway behind you — the one leading back toward the rectifier room, the one you've never once had reason to walk the full length of in two years of shifts — they're coming on one at a time. Not flickering together like a breaker resetting. In order. Like something's walking the hall toward you, finding the switches by feel, and isn't in any particular hurry about it.You've got a flashlight, a bluff nobody's tested yet, and a building that just remembered it isn't only yours tonight.A) Follow the lights. Whatever's doing that, you'd rather find it than have it find you.B) Get outside. Wait for actual backup before you do anything that sounds like a decision.C) Try the radio again. Dead air is still better information than none.D) Stay put and watch the hallway. Let it come to you, if it's coming at all.
>>6465586>ADo it head on though so we find each other
>>6465905Sneaking was never the move, so you don't bother. The lights keep finding switches the whole way down, patient about it, like they've got somewhere to be and you're headed the same way. The rectifier room's at the end, door open — the one place you've never had reason to walk the full length of in two years.There's a reason now. It's warm in here in a way the rest of the building isn't — rows of battery cabinets humming low and steady, LEDs blinking their slow green rhythm. Curled into the bottom half of an open equipment cabinet, knees to chest, using a coil of spare cable as a pillow like it was designed for exactly that, is someone obviously not supposed to be here either.White cardigan over a turtleneck, buttoned all the way up. Long mauve skirt, not a wrinkle in it despite the cabinet. Boots with a single gold buckle each, tights — pressed and complete in a way that has nothing in common with anyone who ends up somewhere they shouldn't by accident. She dresses like somebody's grandmother and looks nothing like one — milk-pale, aggressively blonde, put together with a precision that reads more like math than anything else.It isn't a beauty you'd call attractive, not exactly — it's one you'd call correct. A face arrived at instead of grown into, an answer instead of an accident. That's the part that gets you. You've met plenty of good-looking people and none of them made your stomach do this — a small lurch, like a right angle that's very slightly wrong, and you can't say where.You've spent today letting every small wrongness go without much of a fight — a payphone that had no business ringing, a woman in a cardigan glimpsed once at the far end of a grocery aisle and gone before you blinked twice, lights finding their own switches down a hallway that's never needed them. Some part of you has apparently been keeping a private tally of it all without telling you, because right now, looking at her, that part goes very quiet and very still, the way you'd go still if the floor turned out to be a held breath. Your pulse is doing something you'd rather it wasn't. No word for what you're looking at. Professional enough that none of it shows. Costs you something to manage, more than anything else has today.Somewhere behind you there's still a cut fence, three kids who bolted with tools in hand, and a wire that's probably still live. None of that feels remotely urgent right now, which strikes you as, vaguely, its own kind of problem.Her eyes open before you've said anything, or made any noise, or done much of anything to warrant it. No startle in it. No moment where she has to remember where she is. Just blue-grey, immediately and fully awake, like she'd been waiting on a specific cue and you'd finally delivered it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You get about as far as reaching for something like a normal response — this building's not supposed to have anyone in it, maybe, or are you hurt, or how exactly did you get in here — and none of it quite makes it out of you intact. Your hands take over instead, since apparently they've got more confidence in the situation than your mouth does. The Fun Dip. Still in your jacket pocket since this afternoon, forgotten there since before any of this started, out and open before you've properly decided that's the plan. You hold it out toward her mostly because you need somewhere, anywhere, to put your attention that isn't directly at her face.She takes it like she's not entirely sure what's being asked of her, which — from someone who was, thirty seconds ago, radiating total and complete certainty about the correct acceptable volume for a citywide blackout — is its own small thing worth noticing. She turns the little packet over once in her hands, inspecting it with the seriousness of someone handling evidence, before working out, apparently by trial, which end is meant to open.A pinch of the powder. Considered. Tasted. A pause that runs on a beat longer than it has any right to."This doesn't taste like anything," she says, and it comes out like a discovery, not a complaint. "It isn't even attempting to. Cherry doesn't taste like cherries. Grape doesn't taste like grapes. Every other manufactured approximation you people put in front of each other is at least trying and failing at something specific. This one never entered that conversation at all." Another pause, longer still, genuinely turning the thought over rather than performing the turning-over of it. "How novel."She catches herself a half second after saying it — something in her face resetting, like she's just remembered there's an audience — and smooths an invisible wrinkle from her skirt that wasn't there to begin with.You still haven't caught up to any of this — you're honestly not sure you're going to catch up to it tonight, or possibly ever — and somehow, already, you are the specific person who introduced whatever this is to Fun Dip. Both of those things are true at the exact same time, and neither one is doing you the courtesy of canceling the other out.A) Ask her name. You're apparently on a first-name basis with her regardless of whether you actually know it yet.B) Ask what she actually is. Plainly, directly, and brace yourself for however she decides to answer that.C) Let the moment sit for a second longer. Whatever just cracked open in your head doesn't close back up in ten seconds flat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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You're sitting in your chambers, the rich environment a symbol of your families generations of hard work. Glancing around your room you notice the large, blue and spherical planescape of Sol. It took many separate, grueling attempts throughout the generation of your lineage. After much toil and failed attempts your great, great, grandfather happened upon something most fortunate. A ley sigil, magical phenomenon occasionally appearing in this world. Plenty of research has been poured into these, but still much is unknown on how or why they will occasionally appear. The fortunate discovery of this is what has led to your family becoming an established minor nobility in this humble village. Few are those who have mastered a branch of mystical arts, even fewer are those who survive even just becoming an apprentice of it, that sigil allowed your family to skip all the hard work. Taking a glance out your window, your eyes are met with the rising sun over the green lands surrounding your estate. The red and orange banner slowly will become more and more bathed in the sunlight, shimmered and flowing for all to see. It's not to go without saying though that life still hasn't gone without struggling though. Wanting to keep magical proficiency alive and well in the family, your parents have pushed you all your early and late childhood into practice.When it was not reading books, it was lessons..When it was not lessons, it was meditation..When it was not meditation, it was reading books..You could go on, though truly you know it necessary of this world. Magicka of any form has become such a rare resource in this world that was once thriving and filled with it. You recall some of your earliest teachings, your parents really drilled into you the lessons of...>ElementalismComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465476>Summoned and tamed a lesser deity>>6465477You and I both, QM. You and I both.
>>6465476>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into gold
>>6465476Your dear parents had come to discover your alchemical ability. The once marble statue of your great, great grandfather now is presented in front of you all a shimmering gold. Though it has never been renowned for it's use in combat, the mystic exchange laws of alchemists have always thrived in the more industrial markets. You'll seldom come across great trading companies hosted in the major cities that DON'T have an alchemist on their payroll. What major arcana there still exists in this world, alchemy is one of the lesser sort. The mystic laws of equal exchange are far more taboo than today's industry dominant mindset of simply seeking out ore or material to make things with. It's well known to even those who don't practice or have any sort of magical ability that to often change the matter of an object, you must exchange it for something else, be it one's own life span in some of these cases. Mother & Father both look at you, than at your restructuring of the statue. Your father's chest swells with a pride you've sworn you had never seen before. Mother simply looks at you, reserved but with a smile that acknowledges your feat."My dear boy, your mother and I couldn't be more proud of you.. this is no easy feat, Damon," your father elegantly replies. Mother just nods with him, your dad goes to the statue of his distant great grandfather and runs his hand down it. The results can be seen from his eyes. It's true, the material of the decor has been swapped to that of solid gold. It was shortly after this that your parents crowned your achievement by granting you this statue, moving it from the practice room to your own private quarters. You have become a novice of the Alchemical arts! You may now transmute certain properties of objects such as weight, density, and even material in exchange of others!Few more years would come to pass, seasons change and your parents rigid routine of practice and study that was once held over your head has since been lessened. The years of your teenage youth had come to pass, moments of extreme emotion and the physical changes to your own body have more than made themselves apparent. There were moments that were hard to relate with the other children of your village, being nobility comes with a weighted responsibility that most children of the land are not tasked with. Despite your parents rigid timelines and teachings, there's always one thing from those years that you'd think about often...>The night I met a wild apostate, a young rebel mage outlawed from civil societyComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of MagumAcademy?
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum
Chaos surrounds you as the caravan of NPC workers you were leading scream and try to flee from the ambush you and your team walked into. Instincts kick in and before you can even think you're shouting and moving. "Mae! Serena! Get the workers out of here! Take down anyone who follows! I gotta back up Ryuji!" You call you as your firing off your grapple gun into the ceiling. The wire goes taut and you're already swinging over the wall of ice before they can say anything. Sparks fly as Ryuji's glaive slams directly into his opponent's shield causing the fading mist to light up with every strike. He quickly adjusts his grip to thrust the hilt of his weapon right into the brawler that's attempting to get in a quick hit from behind. The brawler quickly raises his spiked tonfas to parry the attack and allow the fighter to close the gap and swing his blade for a solid hit. "INCOMING!" You shout at the top of your lungs causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look up at you. You pull your knees to your chest and thrust both your legs out with everything you fly straight at the fighter. You can feel your feet strike something solid as your target raises his shield just in time to block the blow. Even so, the force of the blow causes him to stumble backwards just as you hit the ground and get a lungful of poison gas. Ability: Indomitable Will activated. Poison resisted
>>6470445+1, but isn't it better rfor us to wear the boots, since we're on the list of compatible classes?
>>6470459We don't actually have flash step though. I doubt it'll work on the doublejump thing. Can we even do the doublejump thing without the belt?
>>6470460Sorry about the delayed reply. I kinda passed out and went to sleep after posting. But no, you've lost the ability to double jump. It was tied to your transformed state.
>>6470444>Say that you think you can still go a bit further. You've managed to scrape by so far and you think you're nearing the end. Just need to hold on a bit longer. Hint that saving the facility would show up Eleanor by doing something she couldn't.
>>6470444Supporting >>6470445Fuck those dirty rats for killing the npcs. And that brawler started crying the moment things didn't go his way. These guys all suck ass.
The following will be mostly be based on factors of real life, excluding Eastern Europe and the events after the main divergence point, which is during the 2003 Invasion of Iraq.Who are we?You are political and economic leaders in Iraq. You have access to the ability to form militias, based on your ability to draw recruits and form a broad coalition, and/or get outside backing. With these militias, you can defend your people / rights, and/or exert power over other groups and make demands. Who are the people?Iraq is about: 55%, Shia ArabThese Shia are torn between being aligned with religious leaders in Iran and religious leaders in Iraq. There are two Ayatollah's (Similar to the religious power of a pope), and a major cleric popular among the urban poor.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)>>6466941Rolling for you to speed things up
>>6467577FailureThe battalion has overreached and tried to secure a 150 kilometer wide area between the surroundings of Mosul and the surroundings of Kirkuk. Random pot shots, Molotovs thrown at vehicles, and even ambushes have resulted. Presumably Sunni insurgents or Ba'athist loyalists have attacked us, caused chaos, and stretched out supply lines thin. At the same time we have been told by the KDP Peshmerga HQed in Kirkuk to dismount our roadblocks. A soldier, in a panic, shot up a truck, and killed two passengers. We were forced to consolidate around the eastern outskirts of Mosul, along with the small towns of the Nineveh plains.We had managed to kill, wound, or capture some of the enemy; and they were shown to local authorities. Our Reputation is heavily diminished and so is our funding, but we will be able to keep most of our force as a part-time reserve that does periodic training. We will also be able to keep up maintenance and ownership of our vehicles. ---Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467600Final Decision1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.2. Push for these areas to be treated like a minor city, together, and for Assyrians to be counted as a protected minority group that needs some additional cultural funding.As the months pass, slowly a movement is organized around DAANI (Democratic Autonomous Area of North Iraq). This organization is heavily propped up by the Kurds and Russians, drawing manpower from the Assyrian political movement (Assyrian Democratic Movement, previously backed mostly by the US and ex-pats), Sunni opposition, and "clean" ex-Baathists. DAANI operated as a "shadow state" or "second state" that did most of the same functions as the CPA, which made the Coalition (Mostly the US) very annoyed.>A. Push for DANNI to continue to existmuch like the autonomous Kurdish region has before and after the invasion (And would exist for a decade afterward in regular IRL canon).>B. Push for consolidation of IraqComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467689>1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.>A. Push for DANNI to continue to exist
Rolled 8, 18, 33, 4 = 63 (4d50)>>6467777Rolling to speed things up
Sapphire syrup sloshed inside a tall metal pod that hummed in a low pitch. Caressed by the thick liquid, a fetus no more than twenty weeks curled up, held in place by myriads of wires. The Emperor of Mankind and Malcador the Sigilite examined the switches and the wires of the machine in the deep cellar below the great Imperial Palace. The Emperor examined the fetus with cold, dispassionate eyes, as if he saw a product and not a living being.[i/]“We have no use for it.” The Emperor said.[i/]Malcador softly hummed, his hood hid his half of his face, yet the Emperor knew the tells of his old friend. “There are many use for it, a buffer perhaps.” He continued hearing The Emperor’s silence. “The primarchs will be brothers and brothers will naturally compete. They will seek your approval as all sons do. She will be an alternative to impress and to distract the primarchs of their competitiveness. If she is proven ineffective, she bcomes a political tool of convenience.”[i/]“The primarchs are not children and will be above such emotions. It is inefficient to create this just so my sons can feel appreciated. The primarchs are weapons.” The Emperor said without a hint of emotion.[i/]Malcador nodded. “But still human.”[i/]The Emperor paused for a brief moment, then stared at the pod. The fetus twitched its leg.[i/]“Create her as you see fit.”[i/]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
If the Solar Auxilia were ever mentioned in a conversation, then the Lucifer Blacks eventually got involved. They were clad in black ceramite armor, their glowing red eyes behind the visor struck fear into their enemies that dared to stand against them. You were usually escorted by custodians, just the one, Ra Endymion, your “protector” but in reality, he was your warden in the prison known as the Imperial Palace. “A tour of the Lion’s Gate Spaceport?” Ra said. “For what reason have you gained an interest, princess?”“Uncle told me I should understand the Imperium on a broader scale.” And he did mention that countless times. “So, I’m starting at the heart.”“Then we’ll—”“Well about that… I’m going to requisition a squad of Lucifer Blacks.”Ra paused, you assumed he tried to rationalize why you wouldn’t bring him. You had to push a little further.“I understand your reservations, but having someone as grand as you following me will disrupt the workers. Don’t you think?” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Those list needs to be obtained then… It will take a while to identify them and investigate them to make a conjecture on who would be the paid off inspector >“Dock-master, I will ask only once. Have this dock been a subject of illegal trading?” >“Does your ambassador visit here often?”
>>6471164>Those list needs to be obtained then… It will take a while to identify them and investigate them to make a conjecture on who would be the paid off inspector
>>6471164>“Does your ambassador visit here often?”
>>6471164>>“Does your ambassador visit here often?”
A storm brews. House Targaryen has weathered decline and mishaps since the Dance of Dragons. The misrule of King Aegon IV the Unworthy has been over for nearly a decade under his son, Daeron the Good. The king has brokered peace with Dorne where his father sought war. Where lickspittles and sycophants hovered around the Red Keep like flies, Daeron cleared out those who wanted easy favor, trading their daughters and sisters to slake Aegon’s lust. The old king left one parting gift: the legitimization of his bastards. To most of his brood, this meant nothing as they were base born. But to the bastards born to noble ladies, this meant quite a lot. Especially to Daemon Blackfyre. Change is in the wind. As a house of landed knights, war comes to you naturally. You can sense it. While the “higher” lords engage in tourneys and dances and courtship, you ready yourself. You may lack the right of pit and gallows that “proper” lords have, but your house prides itself on its readiness. Some say you are eager for bloodshed. You think it simply wise to prepare for war in times of peace.The year is 194 AC. Your house, House Drakewood, stands upon the precipice of change - but will you weather the storm?>Within what realm of the Seven Kingdoms do you rule over? (Vote one)>1. The North >2. The Riverlands>3. The Mountains of the Moon >4. The Riverlands>5. The Iron Islands >6. The Westerlands >7. The Stormlands >8. Dorne Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465141>Male>Legitimate heir>Your uncles, one of them the previous Lord, your cousins and your Father were sent to the Wall when you were a toddler>If no write ins: You served another Northern house as a page>Just>Arrogant>Schemer/Scholar
QM?
>less than a hundred postseverytime.
If you don't want to write about a certain location with a certain MC simply do not give it a vote. Dead quest is dead because it was incredibly obvious QM had a specific idea in mind and it has gone off the rails.
>>6465368+1 supporting this.>>6467110It's been roughly a week. Either the QM is busy, they lost interest and left the quest like do many before them, or on the extremely rare chance of occuring....they died.I'm leaning towards them being busy.
It’s Camp Day, everyone! An event that always happens after fighting a shark in hand-to-hand combat. Don’t question it, because the group is geared up and ready to do camp activities like… uh… being around a campfire… even your van is fully into this idea. It left its MECHAVAN tendencies to live up to the moment. What a crazy night this is being. You have zero clues as to what time it is. You know it’s late, and that’s about it.But Evie, Debbie, Ichie, and Holly are all fully energized! Maybe being light on clothes activates something in them. You’re a tired boy on the other hand, but that doesn’t mean you can’t last the night if needed. Time to enjoy what’s left of the night…“Glad you could join us, Debs!” Cheerleader Holly teases the blueberry in skimpy clothes. “I never doubted it, don’t know why…”“I believe we all know why!” Cow Ichie doesn’t like Debbie’s ways.“W-W-What do you mean?” Bikini Debbie is trying to cover her blueberries…“That’s enough. Stop criticizing her when we know who the real culprit is.” Now Maid Evie is brave enough to not cover her eyes. “F-For the last time, Crossbill set this up.” Camper Mode Johnny replies to this slander. That’s you. You’re yourself in Camper Mode. “You all look great, by the way.” You don’t lie. Evie turns red and frowns.“We’ll be stuck bickering if we don’t do something fun. Like Truth or Dare. Who is with me?” Holly takes the lead. “"Not now, Ruby. I don't care if you hate Truth or Dare because of some friend. Believe me, I'll make it fun!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465095If dressing up as a ninja is added I want to shamelessly undress in front of everyone. Lets the girls savior Johnny’s well trained body and cool scar.
Waiting warmly and take your time 91m10
Sorry, lads. Sadly, it's been a busy few weeks for me, and I want to get everything settled before I can run consistently again. But do not fret, all the effort is being put into the next post! Here, an apology Pumpkin in the meantime!
>>6468854Oh no... she's cute...
>>6468951She's cute but it's tragic how any woman Johnny becomes interested in puts on 40 pounds immediately. I'm starting to think it's a secret power of Philonune's.
Thousands of boots beat against the sodden ground, disorderly in their manner yet orchestral all the same. Throughout the long stretch of dirt-laid road, the tall column advanced, wagons by the hundreds accompanying their walk. This was not the well practiced march of a proper force - men traipsed about out of formation, talking amidst themselves, lagging behind to buy a morsel of food or a jug of drink from a roadside vendor before rushing back to join their fellows. It was a march of the mercenary, of the soldier of fortune, whose passion for gold and discipline ever lacking did show in their words and acts. Yet some withheld themselves from such actions - for atop their heads was was Fleur de Liz, whose flying banners did make them proud soldiers of a noble lord.This lord was you - Alessandro Galliota. And this army was yours.You had once been the Viscount of Portblanc - an island that sat at the entry of a continental riverway. After accepting an offer from the Prince of Segoma, Don Carles IV Brascarams, you abdicated from your post, handing it to your newborn nephew, and journeyed to the foreign land of Straccia at the head of a small regiment with but a single goal - to overthrow the Despot of Senucco, Niccolo di Lorena, and take his title for yourself. After a lengthy period of preparation, you have gathered your mercenaries, your cannons, and your coin, and have set off from Castello Fasso towards the city of Vivanna, your last stop before you are able to cross the border of Senucco and start the war at last.It is the 1st of October, 1545, the first of those middling days of the months of spring. After setting off from your short-lived "new home", you set off southwards, crossing through Edroa before heading east. To your misfortune, the infrastructure in the rural backlands of Nera is disappointing indeed - a barely maintained path of dirt, kept alive only by constant travel, is your only "road" in this place. Worse still is the horrible, insufferable heat. You experienced it shortly, before, in that great city of Vetra - but it is only now, marching under the terrible glare of this cruel sun - that you truly understand the Splendour-given power with which it shines. So great is the heat, that in the midst of the day, when the sun is highest, your army has no choice but to stop for a lengthy rest lest they succumb to exhaustion.Suffering worse than all of them, however, is your dear maid and childhood friend, Joan Sahakea. Borne of a people belonging to a land in the distant and frigid south, her feathered body leaves much to be desired in face of the blazing heat. Had you not ordered her to travel by means of wagon, held in the shadow of a parasol by another of your servants, she might have very well fallen to heatstroke by this moment in time. "Sire?"
>>6470991>Write-in>>RECONNOITER GARINOIn practice, this is a vote to keep the seige in place. However, we make a grand gesture to Mariotto and send our best and fastest light horsemen (skirmishers if available, otherwise the cavalry) to ride out to Garino with him and report on the situation to determine the feasibility of a relief effort
>>6470991>Lift the Siege, but leave a blocking forceLeave 2-3 companies of shot to block the road behind us with wood-and-earth fortifications, leave the artillery and the civilian laborers with them (we won't need them that much if we meet the Despot's army in the field)
>>6470991>Keep the Siege, Let Them Hold>Write-in>>6471053Firstly do this. Our cavalry isn't doing much here anyways, and now that we have fortifications set up, we're not at much risk of an unexpected flank attack or sally pincer, and we desperately need more information. I think that a light force is our only option for division, anything that would expect a field fight, we would have to send the sakers with- and for one the Guildsmen won't let their guns out of sight of their guards (heavy infantrymen) and for two we'd probably be screwed if we had a force too slow to avoid being outmaneuvered by infantry.Secondly, we should ask our honorable gentlemen of the Silenian Artillery Guild what the Despot is believed to have stolen exactly, and their estimate as to how long such guns would take to reduce the walls of a "city of commerce and production." Knocking down just one section of wall wouldn't really be enough, I doubt that anything but blowing down basically a whole side of the city would be satisfactory for the Despot to begin an attack considering what a ruin could be brought on an army trying to storm but a few breaches.
>>6470991>Make as if to march on Garino, but lay a trap in the woods when they sally forth to strike us from our rearIf we put our muskets in position and cut off their route back to the fortress, we can destroy a large part of their garrison, and decide whether to continue the siege or march to Garino from there. Getting recon on Garino won't do us much if we're still stuck in the siege. Either we continue it or we don't, either way recon won't change our decision. I suspect, given the swiftness of the Despot's arrival that he doesn't have cannon, but that's a question for the guild representatives.
>>6470991This >>6471053 then >>6471056 if relief is plausible, if not keep the siege going.
