In the world of Hainei, everything is desired, and there are those that will come together to tug even at what is ruined. But even what is in ruins is not truly dead, and as long as a heart remains that beats below the surface, it can be unearthed eventually.~~~This quest is a side story that takes place in the universe of Chaos: The Quest for Redemption. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning to grasp the context of what you are about to witness.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=LevelmanWiki: https://chaosquest.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page
Argyle take a gander and flip to a random page on the book.--Wolfboy visit Muna and tell her about finding some cool bone he found, laying on a pile of leaves. Then burying them somewhere near. Oh, Jenk's right hand gone missing..
>"Apology accepted... Can you please answer my question now, misters, and misses?"«The Pure Rabbits sat up on their knees. Big Buck's bushy eyebrows almost seemed to wiggle as his previously droopy ears curved back up into their peculiar shape.»【PURE RABBIT】"Yeah, this is near Clavius. We'd be there right now, but we just sort of... got kicked out..."【VIRINI】"Kicked out...?"【BIG BUCK】"Caera's mean..."【PURE RABBIT】"Most of us Pure Rabbits have trouble using Gravity Magic to stay on the surface... so she's told us to either learn or leave. She got the Doreirabbits to keep us out..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
«The Pure Rabbits looked to one another, and with a nervous gulp, Big Buck pointed his chubby finger yonder. When Virini looked that way, she saw something peeking out over a rock. Three things. They seemed to startle upon being noticed, but slowly... they came out and revealed themselves, seeing as they were apparent.»«They were... robots! Droids! In the shape of rabbits. Sleekly designed. Virini huffed, stepping forward, leveling her finger at them, offended on the Pure Rabbits behalves.»【VIRINI】"Are you programmed to this mischief, or compelled by your own senses? Answer me."«...The Doreirabbits looked up at her...»【DOREIRABBIT】"Dòu! Dòu dòu dòu dòu! Jū!"【DOREIRABBIT】"Hǎo! Hǎo! Dòu!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6462810>'It's worth a try, isn't it? Let's see if these Doreirabbits can't be convinced.'I've got a feeling this will go swimmingly for everyone involved here.
>>6462810>'It's worth a try, isn't it? Let's see if these Doreirabbits can't be convinced.'
Previously on Helena's Quest.Our protagonist, Helena, after defeating Strawberry Cookie in a Bogemon:D combat, gifts her the potato she sought so much. With it Strawberry Cookie will be able to get even more potatoes like in Minecraft.The Potato wasn't King's wife.What's all this?Read >>>/i/817964 at your own risk.I'll post the archived threads below.
>>6461443>>6461488Pool is closed
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>>6462903>SAVE NEALNEAL NOOOO
>>6462903>Save Neal
It is the 40th millennium.The Imperium of Man is the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. One million stars lay under its rule. Uncountable multitudes of humanity toil for its sake. They are beset by countless horrors from within and without, seeking to rend and ruin all that they hold dear, and the deadliest of them all is the Imperium itself. Everpresent. Everviligant. Everzealous. The Adeptus Terra make for cruel taskmasters, and no less ruthless are the enforcers who enact their decrees to the letter.To live in such times is to be crushed under the boot of a galaxy-spanning dominion. To dream of dissent is death. There are no exceptions. There is no mercy. There can be no hope. None of this matters. You have set yourself against the unstoppable momentum of a quintillions-strong warmachine, and you will live or you will die on your own terms. There are many rebellions across these blighted stars. This one is yours.
>>6462428I am >>6462545and I am switching my vote to >The colonization of barren planetoids suitable for mining.>Servitorization of Hjeak yetis, that they may serve in combat.
>>6462428>>The execution of any Martian loyalists which may have been missed.>Devising simpler augmetics to improve the rebellion's troops.
>>6462547Yes i know.But the anon i replied to is talking about a different thing than what me and you said before. He is specifically talking about producing them (and i told him he needs to recruit them. There is no production of Skitarii!! If you want units of Skitarii, you look at the resources stats and buy them. Much like any military unit. They arent produced every turn). The argument its not the Write-in research option you made, look at what he is talking about. I am saying something else here.I mean improving them and producing them is a very very different thing to say in my opinion. And he is talking of production. One is a research option, the other .... well it doesn't exist. We need to put it in the order of recruitment during the turn start and pay up the cost for get Skitarii units.
I'll be leaving the vote up for the rest of today, and possibly the start of tomorrow. I am busy IRL so the next turn update (after devising a tax scheme) will likely be next week.>>6462469>>6462518Due to your status as Planetary Governor of Hjeak, you are quite familiar with the creature. The Hjeak yeti is a massive, white-furred predator which subsists primarily on goats, elk, wolves, and occasionally humans. They prefer their meat fresh but have no compunctions about carrion. The yeti stands at roughly half and again the height of a man, and thrice the width, and is considered uniquely deadly xeno-fauna in the Hadriul Sector for its combination of stealth and brawn. In its native terrain in the snow fields and peaks, it is functionally invisible, and moves without the slightest noise. Even without the benefit of their camouflage, they have an uncanny knack for staying out of sight.The yeti is monstrously strong and hardy, able to tear a man limb-from-limb. Their usual hunting strategy is to ambush prey while they're distracted and tear the head from their shoulders. While they have razor sharp claws, these are generally used in sparring matches between males during their month-long mating season. They reproduce in a small litters and take close care of their young, which are able to fend for themselves in five years, and mature in a matter of roughly a decade.Of note is the incredible efficiency of their digestive tract, which is capable of rebuffing most toxins with impunity and sustaining much of their bulk during even lean years. It is suspected that they have a slow metabolism, and may even enter into hibernation in the depths of winter. Though they are notoriously difficult to catch, a handful of specimens have been catalogued over the centuries. They are scrawnier than Ogryn but somewhat faster, and perform noticeably higher on almost all cognitive tests, save for their linguistic faculties.The yetis are far more mean-spirited than the Abhumans, with a choleric temper and tendency to lapse into frenzied rages when confined or wounded. This, along with their coarse fur and dense hides, leaves them exceptionally resilient. Many among the Hjeak nobility consider autoguns to be insufficient for a yeti hunt, and lasguns as risky but sporting, when used en-masse by a hunting party. Hunting a yeti alone is considered a fool's errand.Most xenobiologists are of the opinion that the yeti qualify as harmless xenos wildlife, due to their inhuman skeletal structure and inability to form a society. Their fur is considered fashionable in some parts of the wider Sector, and prior to your rebellion, there was an ongoing trade of it. This was sustainable less due to any preservative effort, and more due to the sheer difficulty of finding and then dispatching the yetis. Some have suggested importing them to other ice worlds of the Imperium in the past, but no project ever went beyond the planning stage.
>>6462829If we wanted to turn those guys into servitors, my recommendation would be to make some sort of breeding program to ensure their population can support it.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. You are a footnote to the Powers That Be. You've actually proven yourself to be useful to the Powers That Be, due to your research into CIGARETTE MOLD and the fact you’re powering part of their facility.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you got a lot of companies on your side. Even if they’re only on your side because you’re a useful wageslave.As for what happened over the last day or so?You finally managed to free yourself from your endless shift. It took way too long to complete it, and you had to juggle a million things at once, but you did it. A certain DEERFOX SHADE harassed you right before you left, but that's a problem for future you to deal with.You managed to strike a deal with a powerful corporate executive by the name of Mr. Rust. While he may be a fully artificial(?) robot with little care for anything outside of business, he actually seems to like the cut of your gib. You two aren't so different at the end of the day, and he's going to do his best to help you out over the upcoming days.You finally tracked down the murderer of Caspian. After a short interrogation that resulted in him framing himself, you had enough evidence to charge him for his crimes. You might've had to calm Caspian down before she went insane, but at the very least, she was able to move on.You also tracked down a conman who was besmirching the name of your mold. It turns out that he was being harassed by the original researcher behind your product. Or what was left of the researcher, anyways. You were able to scare him off before things got too hectic, at least.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6462910>Rejoin the others by the RITUAL SITE. You can't go blindly chasing after the MADMAN. (You'll lose the MADMAN, but this is by far the safest choice. Power in numbers.)
>>6462906>Huh. You genuinely didn't expect what Colt said to be a password>inb4 the password was cocksucker>>6462910>Contact Nine about your encounter with the MADMAN. You want to pinch him before he can go anywhere. (DC 85, +15 to roll. High risk, high reward.)
>>6462910>>Head to the ABANDONED CHURCH. He might be heading back there, so maybe you can ambush him there. (Good chance on finding some extra loot there.)
>>6462910>Contact Nine about your encounter with the MADMAN. You want to pinch him before he can go anywhere. (DC 85, +15 to roll. High risk, high reward.)
>>6462910>Another plan? (Write in. Go somewhere else? Ask the other team to do something else?)Give colt a wire flower, tell him to follow a turn behind us in the hallway, follow mad man with our stealth cloak. Relay our position to nine for her team to meet up with us, and colt through wire flowers so he knows where we are while stealthed.Also, while doing so, see if we can send mental images through the wire flowers of where to shoot for Colt, maybe he can open portals to hit the madman with his weapons even if he cant see it himself, might turn out to be a wicked sick combo move.
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.
QM UPDATESo, unfortunately, there will not be a new episode this weekend, as I have family coming up from gator central and will not have the opportunity to run an episode while hosting guests. We should resume our regular scheduled episode the next week instead.>>6461080She doesn't yet know Instant Transmission, unless Chaya's found the time to teach her. Possibly, but they have been on New Salda all day, and you've not sensed Marron until she showed up for training. Might have to check in with her, if you survive this.Ha!>>6461355That is to The End like a piece of dandruff or skin flake is to you.No. Its blood, well. Let's just say that might cause... Issues.>>6461357It's do or die for them, now that everyone (or most everyone) is on the same page about what the real threat is.Glad you enjoyed, we'll see New Salda's reaction next episode for sure.>Nothing bad happened.Hopefully so.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461915do new salda waffle houses also have a Waffle House Index for disaster appraisal?
Also, update for Patrons. July's comm is now live, full story and art are both up. Pic VERY related, as the July comm is Chaya vs the Divine Summoner challenger. And the September poll is now up as well, a week late. Which is why it is live until 10:30 pm EST this Sunday.>>6461929Now that would be a threat. As of now, the closest to a waffle house would be either the place your father Tatsu used to eat in Vegeta City, or the place Silvers' former students now run. And if either are closed, there are already at least dozens dead, if not hundreds.
>>6461915>That is to The End like a piece of dandruff or skin flake is to you.Scale of this threat is mind-blowing.>we'll see New Salda's reaction next episode for sure.Can’t wait.Raven is very sensitive and when you do telepathy on New Salda she will hear it.Can she sense this creature’s presence? She is a powerful empath and a telepath. I think she can feel this being on the planet’s surface.Since she can read minds, I’m curious what is it like to hear End’s thoughts? Does it even have thoughts that in any way reassemble thoughts of other sentient creatures (mortals) created by Kais? Or is it like listening to thousands of voices screaming in chaos? Or maybe even that does not describe it because Devourer’s mind is so alien?She is also an empath, so does this mean that she can feel what it feels too? Can she feel this being’s hatred, anger, pain or insane hunger? Does it have detrimental effect on her emotions? Can extended contact with Hadar’s mind and emotions start to drive her insane?
>>6462125Yes. It is large enough to have consumed several entire realities.It's going to be... Something.>RavenHOOOO BOOOOY! That's a whole can of worms right there. Freeza was mind broken by getting a glimpse of The End. Imagine what FEELING a fragment of it's incomprehensible nature inside her mind will do to Raven? How many eyes do you think she has inside?
Far off... In the distant future.On the moon of Europa, settlements of humanity fight in torturing conditions, for reasons unknown. You know you will die if you do not fight, and so you fight, trying to stay alive another day.Character Creation:https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQtptlHoLqqRa1RBGkq5O0kihZMfcFWQRO3JcgPLE7nyDCF2yjgXWyBS2fiYaFDpRnT7M_ZRvmOMEOo/pub(See "Character Creation, under "Armory". Credit to Cognis for making this skirmish system, wherever he may be.)Welcome to Europa. Whether off-worlder come in search of high-risk pay, or lifer who's known the planet and it's rad-pockets since your birth, you will fight together. Perhaps in search of something greater than yourselves. Perhaps for nothing but the men and women next to you. Few survive long, will you?Requisition Form:>Name >Suit>Weapon(s)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461510The other two shots were in a previous turn. I was pointing out that Volk hasn't missed with the CRC yet. I only fired once this turn. Also, with 2 rads I don't have rad poisoning (yet), so it's 12 O2 for 6AP. I don't have an air processor.
>>6461574Oh, quite right, well-taken shots!
Just waiting on Crasski and Ivremski, no rush though.
His companion's rather reserved demeanor didn't phase Valt much as he observed his companion silently assemble the machinery's radiation catcher from his seat."Not a fan of cпиpт then?" he asked. "Я пoнимaю. Every man has his own preferred vice, дa? Not that I'd judge you for your chosen one if you would be inclined to share, тoвapищ."He spared a quick thought to the almost berserker-like rage Crasski had embodied after taking fire for the first time. Maybe his chosen depravity was overusage of stims, a not so uncommon one here on this frozen hellscape. With the way the Europa treated it's denizens, that was hardly surprising.Valt leaned forward slightly and withdrew a rather worn medical injector from his rear pocket. One of the older models, more used for field stabilizations rather than miracle work that the machine assisted ones were capabale off. He had never been quite at ease with the way the cold metal worked it's way over flesh like that, and had opted to retain his outdated one despite stark protests from the medical corps.He loaded up two charges in the canister before he placed the syringe against his side where one of the bullet had ruptured his suit. The tool sank into the fabric, it's sides creating an airtight seal around the injection point before the needle plunged through the suit. A concoction of nanobots, medical glue and anesthetics made it's way into his sytem, the wound closing rapidly as the machines weaved the tissue together with the glue to plug the wound shut. He applied the second charge to his wounded shoulder, and let out a content sigh as the pain faded from his system."Ahh. You know—" he said to Crasski again with a slight grunt as the medical glue stitched his shoulder back together. "—my mother used to make a mean Квac. Real one, too, not that synthetic crap that comes out of the dispensers. Said the recipie was from the old country, back on Earth. If booze isn't your taste, maybe you'd like this instead? I'll be sure to get you a bottle if we live through this day, дa?".He rose from his seat, falsely invigorated by the medical concoction flowing through his veins, and hoisted the corpse of the enemy solider over his undamaged shoulder. The poor sod was already frozen to the bone, and Valt struggled slightly before he got it out of the foxhole."Пoднимaйcя! This place is only for the living, дpyг. You have no need for it no more." he uttered cheerfully as he chucked the body out on to the frozen wastes. He grabbed his rifle and stood too on the fire step, scanning the horizon before deciding wether to go over the top or not.>>6461272>exchange 5 Oxygen for 5 AP>use a Medkit to heal wounds (4AP, Wounds 2 --> 0)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Turn's been up for four days, I'll give Crasski till a week from last update.
Argentum Ever-gleaming and lustrous, it flows through your veins IN this dilapidated iron tomb floating in space. It is a medium between Mekkina and Magika . An intertwined heresy that had doomed your creators by merging the divine ichor of the long dead Automia with their technological advancements in liquid form, they didn’t revive the goddess they coveted oh so much, instead, a new menace would rise from her rotten womb: The Revenants . Aberrations of flesh and circuits with an endless thirst for the ever sweet blood of man. In a sense, they are your less-than-refined brothers and sisters, crossbreeds of Mekkina and Magika but their hatred for petty mortals playing gods would result in total annihilation of all mankind according to the space station’s sensors. You are a failsafe or a countermeasure meant to exist for the sole purpose of reclaiming the planet . No matter how resourceful you are, you can’t do it on your own. You must revive the Foundry in order to forge the true saviors of humanity: Tactis Throughout centuries worth of conflict against the Revenants, humanity had replicated the data of their finest inside an Argent Core , a well spring of skills and knowledge needed to retake the planet. Tactical Girls will be born from your Argentum, your precious blood in the heart of the Foundry, are you ready to fulfill your destiny, Reclaimer ? The Foundry yearns for your succulent blood. Feed her , Awaken bits of data forever trapped in a labyrinth of wires and shackling codes. ARG: [30/30]ARG Regen: 1/QM PostRolling dice is 1d1000 to acquire Tactis depending on Argent Path : Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Cinnamon (+10 NULL/QM post)
5 Rolls for compiling a list of Tactis gifts/available upgrades/misc items. Help a poor QM out for a guaranteed T2 Tactis >>6462834>>6462890>>646294630/30 ARG302 NULL, 155 Mekkina, 155 Magika+9 NULL per QM post+5 Mekkina/Magika per QM post SPACE STATIONFEATTURED TACTIS (Until Next Friday)T3..? T2 : OP-Ulent (Supporter, Mekkina, Exo-7 Squad, Might: 1) “It is simple really, I get paid and your enemies get vapourized. Hope you got a butt load of Null for me~” T1 : Valentine (Assaulter, Magika, Ferrum, Knights of Valzia Squad, Might:70)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6463036>….Foundry?? [???]Honestly, I don't have anyone I'd like to bond with right now
>>6463036>Overtime? [Full Lvl. 1 Bond]gotta vote for the top G
Working on making a sheet>>6460024>30/50 Bond (Requiem) “Nice pick, you won’t regret it.”Was this supposed to be Overtime instead of Requiem?The involved mission is Overtime, the text is her red, instead of Requiem's usual blue, and at this stage, Requiem has 0/50 so it would be a 30 point jump (instead of a 10 point increase for Overtime)>>6462437>20/50 Tactis Bond (Overtime)here, for the others, it's phrased like an Increase, but it would be either no change, or a decrease for Overtime
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ogBctptpH_0fBm1RCE_Xu76MuGmHvTVf5LvDolBh3sEhttps://discord.gg/KgdMGFe2zWith several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 48 begins!
>>6461468>Instead of resupplying, northeastern profound masters muster twice to 50 pop
Rolled 1, 10, 10, 5, 9 = 35 (5d10)>>6457689>[MA] Upgrade Darkwood (again)>[MA] Shinnyton Hawks (ST-H Engine) (General tech) [2 DI]>Think primitive rocketry, and jet engines. I will throw exotic materials in here, so I’m hoping I get something useful instead of another Rube-Goldberg part.>Trade with Haung with remaining Power, and I will utilize whatever remains from that whenever I’m finally free>Mana absorb(Sorry, been extraordinarily busy and it’s been sapping my motivation. Hopefully my trials end soonish.)>>6457689>[MA] Upgrade Darkwood (again)>[MA] Shinnyton Hawks (ST-H Engine) (General tech) [2 DI]>Think primitive rocketry, and jet engines. I will throw exotic materials in here, so I’m hoping I get something useful instead of another Rube-Goldberg part.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461879You can tell I’m having a grand time tonight ;_;
>>6457686>2x[MA] [DI] Turn 19,4; 20,4; 21,3; 22,3; 22,4; 22,5; 23,4 & 24,4 into Frozen forest >>6456291"I'm Catarina, the queen of Ice, fellow Huang. It was a pleasure meeting you and your apprentice."
>>6461942The voice is lofty with imperiousness, though not absent a slight bite of playfulness: "May the ones to follow follow suit, if not exceed. Now if you will excuse this one, this one has a lesson in manners to prepare"
You awake to the comforting warmth of a curvaceous red haired woman in your arms, the softness of the blanket you share, and the feeling of your bed creaking briefly as your thief gets up. By the time you glance over your shoulder the window is already open, and she's gone. The town is bustling with early morning business outside. The inn is waking up, and it's time for you to go about your day.You and your party are experienced adventurers, using this town to stage excursions into dungeons and mountains. You're building a good reputation. You've been in other parties before, but this is the longest period you've been with a party yet.You sit up in bed, the blanket falling off your muscled body as you look around your room in the inn, you see your weapons on their rack, and your plate armor on its stand. The fire is ashes, and there's a breeze coming through the open window. Furea mutters in her sleep, shivering and curling up slightly. The tall, leggy redhead was a gladiator before you bought her freedom, she declared herself yours and she's been loyal in bed and battle ever since. Her eyes are blue, her legs long, her midriff toned, her breasts indecently full and her long hair lies free and messy after last night. She has a body on par with the beautiful thief who warmed the other side of your bed last night, Arianne is pale, dark haired, her eyes a similar blue to her redhead co-concubine, her body equally lush. She attempted to assassinate you, only to met with a fateful of your body as you left a bath. After you bedded her she told you of the thief gang she worked for, you brought them to justice, she was granted a pardon, and she swore her service to you in gratitude. She's an excellent scout, thief and support, though she tries to avoid melee combat, snarking constantly about it whenever she has to.You smile. She's worth it.Your room is large, with room for a double bed, fireplace, your weapons and armor, a table, chairs, dressers for the girls clothes. You tie your belt, just as the door opens and one of your servants enters. As a wealthy adventurer, you have a small group of retainers, including a quartet of maids whose duties include cleaning your armor and weapons.Despite their horns you aren't positive they're tieflings, they don't seem to have the booming voice and smell of sulphur you hear is normal. Also you don't think they're raging homosexuals."Good morning master." Lara says softly, careful not to wake the woman she [rightfully] assumes is asleep behind you. As the third oldest she's a bit less flighty than the older two, and more demure than the youngest."Shall I bring tea or will you be taking it downstairs this morning?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6457135>Level 8 FighterScoutFavored Terrain Forest, Mountain Fighting Style ArcherySkills Acrobatics, Animal Handling, Medicine, Survival, PerceptionFeats Skill Expert in Stealth, Skulker, PoisonerStr:12Dex:16Con:16Wis:16Cha:14Int:12
>>6457135>Level 8 BardWhat other class would be pulling multiple baddies?Str:12Dex:14Con:12Wis:16Cha:16Int:16Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Friends, Vicious MockerySpells known: Charm Person, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Disguise Self, Silent Image, Silvery Barbs, Invisibility, Nathair's Mischief, Charm Monster, Hallucinatory TerrainCollege of ValorComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6457253>>6457960One for fighter, one for bard, baddies will abound regardless of class choice, but skill will also be required to acquire most of them regardless. Won't just hand em all out.
>>6457960>>6458089Backing bard
>>6457960You smile as you ponder your past adventures as a bard from the college of Valor. You've long travelled in search of adventure, yours and others, whether it was fighting orcs in defence of a village (you defeated their leader in a duel and got his half orc daughter as a peace offering), rescuing a pretty princess from the lair of a young red dragon (by seducing her, the dragon that is):then getting lavishly paid a reward for saving the princess (then accidentally leaving that reward behind to avoid getting caught with said naked princess, AND her pillowy-racked mother), or fighting and feasting with a barbarian tribe in a mead hall (and fighting and fucking their fur bikini clad daughters) you've experienced amazing things.Your room is full (not literally, there's room for more) of trophies from previous adventures. A trident which deals extra cold damage as a memento from your brief period as guest to a very voluptuous triton woman and her curvaceous daughters (and some seashell bikinis you took with you that to your delight only BARELY fit your concubines), a lavish set of cloth bard clothes, comfortable, colorful, enchanted to stay clean and allow you to reroll a number of Charisma checks equal to your Charisma bonus per day, a chain shirt that can cast Shield once per round (a gift from a buxom, bespectacled, 35 year old sorceress you deflowered), and a scratched set of steel Half-Plate armor. There's more besides, a short sword that returns to your hand (a gift from a pretty dwarf in exchange for getting to give you the best standing titfuck of your life), a ring that let's you cast Create Bonfire (stolen from that red dragons hoard while she was writhing under you), another ring that lets you cast Shape Water (a gift from a lithe sea elf pirate you slept with to pay for passage, she said she 'owed you change'), and your trusty +2 rapier, made by the same Smith who made your half plate, just to name a few.>(cont)
The year is 2002 and the month is January. The place, is the border between two extremely poor and run down countries in West Africa.Sierra Leone and LiberiaWho are you? You're some bloke from the area with a hint of ambition, some heart, and just enough charisma to get you where you need to go.The SituationSierra Leone and Liberia are some of the most broke as hell nations in the entire world. We're talking "the national export is rough cut diamonds and lumber" levels of poverty. For a very long time in both nations, one group of people got to have all the wealth, and then another group people got mad about it and did a revolution, but then that second group was totally psycho with cutting off limbs and having child soldiers, ect ect.One of the nations has mostly ended it's civil-war finally, but the dictator of the other one is selling lumber and rubber to The West to fund an army of child soldiers and mass murdering fuckheads. His name is Charles Taylor and he's basically this guy here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHn5nfW3pNwVillages are burned to the ground, refugees are starving in camps, and the local UN or African Union Forces are incompetent and corrupt.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 4 (1d6)>>6463032
(We sorta did AK47 Republic and that does have vis a vis battles which turn ugly like ours did. I've almost never seen an attacker win.)---LURD (Liberians United for Reconciliation and Democracy) and the enemy had both engaged in sporadic skirmishing warfare for a reason. The losses from this current battle had been pretty serious and heavy. However, of the former AFL men, about five crewmen and an officer were dead, along with a single squad. The rest of the heavy losses were taken by Kamajors from a whole different nation. A very important bridge had been taken, with important roads on both side. Reinforcements could easily flow in, and the current position was defensible. >>6463037Four more S14 Zhalo-Ss were added to the forces, along with crewmen plucked from the former armed forces of Guinea, Liberia, and Sierra Leone. The squad of regulars that died were replaced and the clan militia that perished were also replaced. Despite the increased strength, the backers, who seemed to be very much calling the shots, didn't want another battle so soon. At least, not yet.
Every single one of them was supplied with a new uniform colored and made of Russian "Jungle Flora" camo, manufactured in Nigeria to specific specifications and with everyone at every level given incentives to do good or even great work. Moses hadn't been present for the battle, but he was present to clean up afterward and it turned out he had been the reason why reinforcements had showed up at all. As soon as the shooting started he was trying to find both of his units of Kamajor Protechas and send them over. Bockarie was the real one in charge however. He was an honest logistics man and a talented speaker. He was able to smooth over problems and find fresh recruits, along with keeping down corruption and intimidation from other LURD units. In fact, he was so honest and good at speaking, that some of the other LURD commanders felt threatened by him.
>>6463043Mr. Freeman and Bossman Guru were with Musa “Pipeline” Kamara. Toasting perhaps, drinking to the fallen just as likely. Local palm wine and some of the vodka brought by the advisors. There as also plenty of juice and powdered lemonade.They were a superpower backed client force. The rest of LURD was backed by Guinea more often then not, so perhaps they were another client force.Even the peacekeepers, from ECOMOG (Economic Community of West African States Monitoring Group, a multi-national military force set up in 1990 by the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS)).....They seemed corrupt, trying to influence and profit off the area, while having LURD do more of the fighting and being a source of money. At least, that is what they thought until the Russians revealed written documents and intel indicating that the forces sent by ECOWAS were partially sent as a punishment and that even good-hearted attempts to properly fund the peacekeepers were failing.(Please have IC banter and discussion with each other about what is happening.)What did they think about their backers and the situation? Later on in the night, Bockarie came by with some guards, who stood outside. He had a seat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Is Mr. Freeman westernized? Where is Bossman Guru from? The villages, slums, or Monroe?Would either of you focus on being educated and smart, being able to speak and lie, or a mixture?
"Adventurers Wanted!"So sayeth the sign, hammered into the hard earth just outside the entrance of Zurham Gristmean's Grizzly Bear Guesthouse, the small frontier town's only real place for booze or bedding. While Crowsflight is no center of culture or commerce, the dwarf's action is still momentous and meaningful. Everyone knows, when such a sign goes up, they will inevitably appear... Those daring doers of derring-do, good and evil and everything in between, from far and wide and high and low.Adventurers!Things must be dire indeed...>Submit a character!We will be using Simple d6 3rd Edition (https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Simple_D6_-_Third_Edition), so include: a name, a race-class combo (your quality), and five skills. You may give up 1 Skill to get either +2 Hit Points in a single Aspect (Body, Mind, Magic, Faith, which all start at 5 HP) or +1 Defense in a single Aspect per Skill you give up.You can also give up 1 HP or 1 Defense from any one Aspect to boost another, but you cannot have more than 7 or less than 3 HP in any one Aspect, and Defense cannot be higher than 2 in any one Aspect. You must trade HP for HP, and Defense for Defense.You can also specify two weapons, a weapon and armor, or a weapon and two tools. These add +1 damage to any successful combat roll (for weapons), +1 to the initial roll for related skill checks (for tools), or -1 damage taken from any physical attack (for armor). Weapons and armor can be magical or physical, but only one or the other, with wizard's staffs and protective robes serving as weapons and armor for the purposes of magic rolls while a warrior's more conventional sort apply to physical rolls.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)>>6462849She doesn't really know what to do so she starts throwing Mogwai at the ogre's head.Dice: Mogwai+ Womanlet Rage
Rolled 5, 2, 2, 4, 5 = 18 (5d6)>>6462849Bagark doesn't get discouraged, not with such a formidable enemy in front of him. He bravely charges again, aiming for the newfound weak point.Dice: all the same as before + Bravery
Rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13 (3d6)>>6462849>"I will not eat the bugs""Wrong." Buzz drones.>Make him eat the bugs
Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)>>6462849>John does a little jig (mostly just jumping up and down) causing his armor to clink and clank to distract the ogre and uses his sword to parry any oncoming attacks with the ogres attention on him.Rolling to dance + use sword
Rolled 2, 1, 6, 1 = 10 (4d6)>>6462849He attacks the troll's ankle too
Opportunity, freedom and power lies West of the Mississippi. Gold and land are in abundance - along with competition. The chance to strike out and make it big. More so if you are Kindred or Cainite. Even with the establishment of the west coast, and the transcontinental railroad linking New York to San Francisco, large swathes of territories-turned-states are still blank on the map. Cities are contested, and outside of towns is no man's land. The Sabbat have been losing territory since the Mexican-American War. The Camarilla, led first by Anarchs, are making inroads, and the independent clans are trickling in. The Jyhad is anyone’s game out here, and it's mostly neonates and fledgling playing. The American Civil War has been over for five years. Many people headed west, and Kindred followed. Along with technology advancing, record keeping was on the rise. You had to have your identity written down, even if it was your false identity. The way you were taking the train, though, didn't require identification. As far as the mortals knew, you were just a special-made coffin. That's why it weighed so much, they reckon. But who was this coming down on an iron horse? >Raphael Two-Saints. Up from Montréal way. The immigration officer couldn't spell your family name of Toussaint, so you settled with “Two-Saints.” Skirmishes with the Native tribes saw your sire granting you the Embrace. >Sybil Proctor. From an esteemed plantation family, you left the stifling South behind. A combination of your pedigree and strong sense of self caught your sire’s attention. >Write-In. Include name and something that made them stand out to their sire. What is your clan? (With Disciplines listed)>Assamite (Celerity, Obfuscate, Quietus) >Brujah (Celerity, Potence, Presence) >Followers of Set (Obfuscate, Presence, Serpentis)>Gangrel (Animalism, Fortitude, Protean)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6458159>Scout out the Redwood Forest>>6459045Yeah but city Gangrel are basically dirty hobos that nobody likes.
Gangrel elders are weird. Most gangrel die or become corrupted before becoming elders. Those who make it to elder status find isolated places to sleep through the centuries and avoid the politics of the Cainite kind. Elder gangrels have founded the path of Lilith, hunt garou for sport, worship Kupala, join secret societies that puppet the puppeteers, or become warlords.Most gangrel don't care for people or the weak and live with nature, partly because of their blood and because vampire politics get you killed.
>>6459049To be frank, most don't care for the Gangrel because they tend to neglect their social stats and all the perks that come from that, like status, resources, appearance, boon debt, etc... it's like you have a group that refuses to play by the rules. If granrels had something that other cainites wanted or valued, they would be more welcome.
>>6459040>>6459049Gangrel are the most prolific and whimsical embracers, you can find all kinds of people in the clan.
The most promising wuxslop in some time, still abandoned. Might take over if he doesn't come back soon.
The Halls of the High Hollow ring with the echoes of long past labors. They resonate with songs whose verses were long sung last. Your place is not amongst the fading frivolities which shall soon be forgotten. The depths call for you to strike the Earth, and the stone walls that protected the heart of world for ages unfathomable are still no obstacle to a child of perseverance. To grasp the pickaxe and the spade is to have the riches of the world already half in hand.
>>6462685>Mine out the Phosphorous and Iron ores for their Geomagical traits- LIFE could only be a useful element for your long-term survival.Hmm, yes, I love a good cup of batshit and rust in the morning.Also lol at the nose bending from taking a closer look.
>>6462685>>What could be more precious than GOLD? Immediately begin to exploit your good fortune and dig deep and greedily…Go for Gold always
>>6462685>What could be more precious than GOLD? Immediately begin to exploit your good fortune and dig deep and greedily…You know I had to do it to em.
>>6462685Nuggets or chunks? I always go for the bigger rock.
>>6462847>>Mine out the Phosphorous and Iron ores for their Geomagical traits- LIFE could only be a useful element for your long-term survival.im tarded
I'm from your roommate's grocery store. Prepare to die.>what?>why?>run>fight
>>6457585>I'm a girlExplain you were deep undercover and trying to rescue the crack whores to build a sisterhood and soup kitchen.If they doubt you then cancel them with extreme prejudice.
>>6458354Pardon. It's not that you are terribly ugly, but I can see why no one noticed that you are a girl until now. If it is true what you say, then why did you kill that crack whore. But that is not why I am here. I am FBI. I am investigating the murder of the crack whore at the crack house as a favor to your district representative. That crack whore was your district representative's favorite crack whore. What we need from you is the crack whore's cell phone. Don't get any ideas, there is no scandal here. The district representative and that crack whore were approved by god. Just tell us where you put the cell phone, and maybe you can get some leniency.>I didn't do it>(Lie) The phone is at home>(Lie) I gave the phone to fart cannon's gf
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>6458601>write inRolling for QM to put atleast a little more effort into drawing
>>6458601>Bitch I know you aint from that FBI. Bought that hat at the grocery store didn't you? Try and get me to give you a grill's number on the side?>Abscond
>>6458956win
Although historians would only later append 'the Younger' to the name of Prince Cyrus--to distinguish him from his father--he was worthy of that epithet already. He was barely twenty-two. He kept a short black beard, the best he could manage in his youth, and the Persian habit of painting his eyes with kohl. He sat a horse loosely and without effort. At close quarters one could see the scars, white and ridged where his coat opened at the neck and where his sleeve met his hand, which were rumored to have been earned in deadly contest with a bear. He was, from his birth, serious and thoughtful. Often, he sent wine or meat from his own table to men who pleased him. Men who displeased him left his court short a hand, a foot, or an eye.His seat was in Sardis, the old Lydian capital at the foot of Mount Tmolus. The timber and mud-brick houses of Sardis crowded around the narrow Pactolus, whose sands had once made Lydian kings rich. Above them the acropolis ascended a sheer ochre crag, so that the city seemed to be shaded by a fortress. Lydian craftsmen, Greek traders, Persian officials, and soldiers from half a dozen countries jostled in its markets. It was prosperous and ancient, but not peaceful by nature. Cyrus the Great had taken it from Croesus, and Greek rebels had burned it a century before. Its present tranquility was yet another anomaly of the age maintained by Persian spears.It was there, in Sardis, that Cyrus ordered his scattered Greek contingents to assemble. Two thousand men gathered by his guest-friend Proxenus of Boeotia, fifteen hundred hoplites, another five hundred light-armed men with javelins, slings, or bows. The Peloponnesian War had ended only three years before. Many among them faced the prospect of neglected farms, inherited debts, or cities which disdained their return, and so had not yet left the service. Their present task, so they were told, was to put down the hill tribes which were troubling the Prince's lands in Pisidia. It was to be a short and predictable campaign, no more than a season's march, with a few villages spoiled and plundered, some Pisidian barbarians butchered. A common enough kind of war, and to many, a last chance at redemption or glory or fortunes, before the inevitable retirement.
>>6462576>SHIELD: Brace against the wall and hold your shield between the passing crowd and the fallen men, keeping the clear part of the gap open. You can give Onas and the other hoplite room to extract them, but you must leave Euphron to gather the company without you. If you are knocked down, the crowd could crack your ribs beneath it while you are already fatigued. (Melee +26, DC 60; Hoplon +18 and two hoplites +1 support; worn linothorax ignores the first Minor bodily injury this phase--but note that cracked ribs count as a major injury)
Please roll d100. The first two valid rolls will be used.vs. Melee DC 60Hoplon +18 and two hoplites +1 support
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>6462824
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>6462827
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>6462824
