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.
I might have some problems with posting from now on.>>6383902>Divine Dragon Force is POWERFUL now. Between LER and some of Super Shenron's power, it's growth dwarfs your own.That’s good to hear that Divine Dragon Force improved so much. In fact it is awesome in my opinion. Though there is also another side to that. Remember there was this moment where Majin Ozotto was sent here. He impersonated Meloka and tried to surprise Karn, but Karn noticed it was an imposter. After the failure he returned to people who sent him here and they talked. It was said that goal was to steal or take power of Karn. I’m not sure what exactly they mean by that but now they probably want it even more.> A VERY good question. Does it get Karn's paternal instincts too?Possible, but how it would manifest? She is already a planet that allows many lifeforms to live on her. Would she for example consciously alter her climate to make life there “nicer” to creatures?Also if she is getting from Karn his dedication to training, does it mean that she is practicing Su Ma or Djem So in the planet’s underground using her avatar?Maybe she wants to join Karn’s and Meloka’s lessons?>Not quite memory problems. But remember, Aku almost never actually TOUCHES the planet, and only ever did so with permission. And, Aku also hasn't touched down on New Salda since completing and fully reunifying his soul.My bad. I did not pay attention to that detail. Interesting. He really puts an importance to this. Anybody else would just land and walk on the planet without any second thought, but not Aku. He makes sure to not touch Karn’s planet accidentally. >>6383842>assuming she even bothered to look into what was happening in orbit around her at the time.True.>>6383975>DDF understands instinctually the potential costs of this power. And that a "less is more" approach is generally the best way to do it. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6385579>I might have some problems with posting from now on.Same, I used my hotspot and it still comes up. Gook moot is fucking things up again.
>>6385424This won't be about the Dark. This is about a much... Older legend.>>6385481Yes, indeed...>>6385579Damn. Happens to my mobile range, some faggot posting epstein's favorite content on my phone provider's data.Very much so. And yes, they're after Karn's power. But is that the Berserker Soul they refer to, or DDF?New Salda doesn't exactly TRAIN or practice, since it doesn't have a body. But it can fight just like you now. And when you fight with your Champion power next, well... You may have a surprise in store.It was a subtle detail, if you go back through all the encounters. He respects the planets themselves, as their avatars are essentially deities. And pissing off a whole planet's the sort of thing you only do once.Yes, Divine Dragon Force understands its power. And while it can't articulate that to you, but currently when it wants to use that power it can. Think of it like Shenron, who can CHOOSE how wishes are fulfilled. It follows intent as much as the words, look back at the first fight. Every time Lyin' Eyes Requiem said you can't beat it, it changed the ENTIRE ROOM and everyone in it. You to a lesser extent than everyone else, but even your Fatelessness was falling under its influence over time.It will be quite the surprise.>>6385671Good luck.
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It's time! Time to find a legend, long-hidden away and kept safe ever since the First fell.>>6385987
The sun rises over the Smoky Mountains, revealing dew- and fog-covered valleys, the remnants of East Tennessee after the veil fall. The parting fog reveals a settlement, a mixture of old and new buildings with a definite medieval flair, a castle on a hill overlooking a medium town with people beginning to truly leave their homes for work. Whether it be working fields and shepherding herds or more skilled work like blacksmithing and carpentry.However, to you this is the new beginning; your father lies buried in the graveyard next to the small orchard the family has maintained for generations. With his passing you are now the duke of Stone Bridge. A man you had once thought indestructible layed low by a poisoned arrow from some Swail clan scum. His armor had stopped dozens of arrows, spears, and axe strikes, but there is always one. What had been an attempt to open some communication to at least lessen the constant hostilities between some of the mountain clans and your own house, not to mention all the other houses and noble lords that dotted the rivers and hills just below the mountains, instead ended in the death of your father and some of his retinue by ambush.Now though is not the time for grieving, for you are a Duke of Stone Bridge, and you must take your vengeance as all lords of the hills and rivers do through reiving, and you shall not just stop at some lives of their boys and whatever herds you can claim from Clan Swale today; no, you shall destroy their main winter settlement if you can as you stand from where you were kneeling before the cross that marks your father, and you begin sending riders to all who swear their arms to you in the outlying villages as you order your servants to prepare rooms for the lords and knights with a mustering space for their respective retinues. This is a quest set in a post-apocalyptic America where, at least to your knowledge of the surrounding regions, it is anything from forest and mountain clans who only wear their highest chain and live a semi-nomadic lifestyle all the way to the early modern period, circa the English Civil War, with everything in between being possible. You and the lands you control have a tech level of mostly the hundred wars era equivalent with some things that are more advanced, like stagecoaches. Your stylings and culture are somewhat inspired by English border reivers, but you're more likely to have some full plate, but you will have more medium and lighter cavalry in the form of hobelars and similar things. Monsters and magic similar to fantasy do exist with monsters being not uncommon, some even talk of different races, but magic of any real power is incredibly rare.Feel free to ask any questions you may have this my first time running a quest here What is your name [ write in ]Are you married or at least betrothed already [ yes/no ]
Character opportunity: Who is our army's quartermaster?Character opportunity: Do we have an engineer or foreman, perhaps a siegemaster, in charge of building the forts?Worldbuilding: How many years, as the Stonebridgers reckon it, have passed since The Fall?Worldbuilding/Technology: The cities and libraries are all ruined, but might copies of pic related be recovered from survivalist caches and bugout bags? I bet there are crazy innawoods schizos out there that have made copies on ceramic plates or something durable to stand the test of time, even if their hiding places might be buried in a millennia of topsoil accumulation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eohlo3XSBrQFinal spam post (probably): Is "Stone Bridge" a castle built on Rock City?
There won't be an update today as I have been going through resident evil with a friend, but I can answer some of these questions. Stone bridge is loosely supposed to be Chattanooga its explicit location is probably somewhere near lookout mountain. you know of powder and a few of your engineers understand powder in a basic sense but really only scrivener Doran knows how to make and getting him to explain much of anything is like pulling hens teeth all of the powder he does make for you or that you buy from other sources what little you can trust won't get ruined in the constant fog and rain is put to use for what bombards you have or the occasional making of Petards (siege explosives). As I said earlier you are some where towards the middle of the tech tree known to most people so to speak with the most advanced people you know being the oath keepers out of Pennsylvania and other areas who are equivalent to early modern tech and the English civil war. your character has no reason to care when the fall happened as far he cares what came befor ethe fall may as well just be Atlantis with some proof in our eyes though scholars have generally tied the fall to have been about 2000 years ago however the magic part of the fall caused a lot of things that mess with calculations and understanding of things such as mines which should be empty being refilled or mountains not being grinded down by time while some lakes or rivers are far larger than they should be.
The aftermath of a battle can be a warzone in and of itself as vulture scavengers, whether they be beast or man, claim all they can to be put into their own hoards, whether it be fine pelts, chain hauberks, or even food and drink. The women and children had met the fate that befalls most in the sacking of a town, though you took no part in it, both due to the fact that it would be below a man of your station to scrabble in the mud with peasants and freemen for scraps like dogs.Instead you and some of your nobles and knights occupied yourselves by looting the main hall of the camp while it could in no way compare to the grandeur of even a lesser nobles manor it had plenty of baubles and finery stolen from caravan’s, towns, and barges while you would consider your castle home of Stone bridge to be a holdout of civilization in these hill lands you have once been to the lands of petty king Lyonel in Memphis and the sheer excess and splendor of his lands could be intoxicating just from the sight but you know that his family didn't become rich and powerful by being too picky in what they took and so many of this chieftains pilfered goods are set on a wagon bearing your crest though you're unsure how this massive intake of extra goods will affect the de facto quarter master of your army Sir Exter a aged knight veteran of many battles still a steady hand with a mace but beginning to show his age as his red hair is seemingly more white than red not to mention the eye lost so long ago he had a new helmet commissioned for himself that only has one eye these new recaptured goods may ease his mind from the lost time having the men work the fields or perhaps the extra work of cataloguing will cause him be more irritable than usual.Later that nightCamp had been set up; the lucky or the powerful claimed some of the still-standing buildings for the night, while others set up tents and campfires to keep the rain that had begun falling from soaking them to the bone. You had claimed, along with the higher nobles, the main hall as your garrison for the night; drinks and pilfered meats were being eaten as gossip flew between men. As you were about to finish the tankard of mead you had been slowly nursing throughout the storm, the large oaken door opened, and in walked a group of reivers, seemingly of the yeoman variety, who approached you after asking permission, which you granted.
The one in the front begins speaking. "Milord, we have a report for you. I’m sure it might be nothing, but we figured we should tell you. While we were a ways west of Little Frog Mountain, our horses all started getting spooked along with our hounds. They were about to shake out of their own fur. After a while they calmed down a bit, and we thought nothing of it, probably just a family of bears or maybe a big cat or something. But then we heard a massive roar, and the ground started shaking like something was hitting it, followed by some massive roar. We decided then it was in our best interest to hide ourselves in the little hunting camp that we raided earlier. Trenton peeked out of one of the walls, and we saw what must have been a dozen ogres and troggs, not to mention all the goblins, foul beasts. They are following them. They were coming from down south, I think, and where they were headed, I think it may have been Duck Town, but I can't be sure. What I can say is that no matter how fat and stupid those hobgoblins are, they don't make the noises we heard, so there is something big out there. It has to be at least as big as the trees with how loud it was.”This news is most troubling. While such foul beasts have been known to hire themselves out on occasion, the news of something so large—there are only two places such a beast could come from to your knowledge: either the ruins of Nashville or Atlanta. How they are controlling such a monster is a question in and of itself.Theorize, talk, and plan to your heart's content, but the real votes will come Monday, as I may have D&D tomorrow.
The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U
>>6384602>Grimette
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>6384602>AoiGreen? Blue? It fits somehow>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak. Look, I don't think mutation to this extent is that attractive. If you do, then by all means. Just not me, okay?>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.We NEED the money. The landlord made that quite obvious
>>6384602>Aoi>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak.>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
>>6385292Realized this looks like a samefag vote, anyways have some art
>>6385840Nice work!
You live in a country called Sol, it's a very ordinary country. At least as far as fictional countries go.The rich are rich and powerful.The poor are poor and abused.The taxes are high.The salaries are low.Nothing out of ordinary... If it wasn't for three factors.Your country is under a military dictatorship after the coup 76 years ago, the iternal ministry has unlimited power tondo as henplease and has the habit of making disidents.... Disapear under misterious circustances.Your nation's religion is a very weird and unique form of sun worship mixed with life affirming poetry, no other country kn the world shares thisbfaith since the country was founded by this sun cult, fleeing persecution from the old world.Some people, often weirdos, loners, and outcats, develop supernatural capabilities, especially after traumas.You are one of such individuals, called "THE AWAKENED" among them selves and "ANOMALIES" by most governments. These beings are able to make the impossible possible with their minds. No one is 100% sure of how their powers work... Many hypotheses circulate, but to this day, no one has the definitive answer. Dispite being blessed with capabilities beyond that of the normal mundane humans, all awakened are plagued by a constant headache, a mental backlash of their powers and being surrounded by ordinary people.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378358>1-Choose how/where to wat.I don't understand >2- Choose a power. One suggestion per poster.You can transform people permanently into cute 18 years old girls, it works on yourself and everyone else. You can even turn grannies into cute girls.You can use this power on an aging changed cute girl to reset her age to 18 years old.
>>6378371>I don't understandYour mind seemsnto still be a little goffy from the slumber... You wonder if bears feel like this after hibernation. You need to choose how to get food to your stomach... You can go eat somewhere. Or you can buy stuff to make a meal.If the former, where? Italian restaurant, fast food place, vending machine.If the later what to buy?
>>6378379Is street food relatively safe? Buy a sandwich there. Maybe go to a supermarket to acquire sandwich. If bad goes to worse, get bread and some ingredients to build your own sandwich.
>>6378379Raid our own house for food.
>>6378585Nope, the house is devoid of food... Empty cupboards and fridge. >>6378380As safe as street food anywhere is... You leave the apartment and step into this weird 21 first century world. Everyone seems to be really into phones and the internet now, when you went to slumber the internet was much more niche, only huge nerds like you used to use it.You find a hot dog stand... And realize... You don't have any money with you... What do you do? >>6378371>You can transform people permanently into cute 18 years old girls, it works on yourself and everyone else. You can even turn grannies into cute girls.>You can use this power on an aging changed cute girl to reset her age to 18 years old.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Bob Petter. Former genius delinquent student turned apocalyptic superhuman boytoy and stud to the deadliest VERY loosely defined women you could find. You admit you have uh...major issues when it comes to your taste in the opposite sex with a huge deathwish. Yet your big brain must also be sated, too. That is what hobbies are for...specifically SCIENCE! While everyone else struggles to survive, you have long concluded that such things are far beneath you. Better to live off deadly females and join the fun factions so you can focus on what you love most. SEX and SCIENCE!Who gives a fuck about the consequences? It's not like the world isn't already ruined and there isn't an ongoing apocalypse or anything. In fact, unlike most survivors, you arguably adapted to a disturbing degree and in doing so discovered your true self. To others, this is an end, but to you, it is a new beginning. The only downside is that at times, you have to leave your comfy lab or bedroom. As for some stuff, you need to handle yourself, no matter how much you may want to delegate. After all, nobody else is gonna understand the needs and idiosyncrasies of a Hivemind abomination mountain of flesh with far too many heads and tentacles with an obsession with adding new heads to its collection and a strange interest in tentacles. That, for some reason, decided that rather than add your empty head to its collection, you would instead serve as a great see only intern to its glorious scientific abominable mind! At least the benefits are great, and you can finally get paid when your internship ends.Plus your currently trying to avoid your adopted big sister, who may have sorta...be SUPER fucking pissed off at you for your activities. Hopefully, your fiancée will forgive you for dumping it on her, and she'll be able to handle it. You trust that mind-controlling witch to uphold her side of the deal. Just gotta consider what kind of gift you bring back for forgiveness...Right now, it's honestly safer to be in the most dangerous part of a glowing city full of murderous machines, insane regenerating ghoul hordes on crack, and swarms of loose bioweapons that escaped containment. While the weather cannot make up its mind to settle on a radioactive blizzard, a hurricane, or some kind of anomaly like a gravitic firestorm. You are right in the very heart of it. Still safer than dealing with your big sister. Yes, she scares you that much. Also, yes, it's a major reason for your issues with women.Last thread: >>6338149
>>6391075>"No. Some of the brains in this stack were part of the research directives responsible for setting up that particular failsafe. Particularly, biological restoration. When it got canceled, they naturally weren't able to finish and were transferred away. So.. can those brains in the stack resume their work now? ..OR are they still very busy doing nothing?Reminds me that we indirectly supported Katarina's Paradise Protocol deployment and I'm still happy about this.
>>6391657>>6391075'Biogel only prevents the physical decay of brains NOT the psychological decay. Thus, most brains are kept in stasis under hibernation protocols to ensure maximum preservation.As for reawakening them to reboot those related programs. The biotech facilities for this site were originally for far more dangerous projects and than later for...fertility and maternity related. It would be an utter waste to reawaken them. Not to mention, we've been having to keep a low profile to prevent getting purged. Only a select few brains are selected to be awake and active at a time to prevent scrutiny even than we have to avoid the many key systems.If you want to restart the biological restoration project, you will need the right biotech facilities. Unfortunately, those related contracts were won by Vault Tech.">>6389774Good catch on the FFs.----In a meeting with a witch who was still clearly exhausted and worn out in desperate need of bed rest."An emergency meeting now of all fucking times? Really?" She grumbles to them all.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>6391657"It has been nearly two years since the bombs dropped. Women have either sold themselves off or been taken directly as property in the desperate bid to stay alive or proven to be viciously strong enough to stay free. The only women who have any delusion of choice or freedom are those lucky sluts safely hidden away in those vaults and bunkers. Everyone else is either selling themselves for scraps to the lowest bidder or proving themselves to be the most vicious, vile cunts arounds to everyone nearby regularly. There is no in between. We all know damn well which group all of those present here are among. We aren't the bottom bitches whoring ourselves for scraps. We are the top class femme fatales. Fighting among ourselves for the prettiest boytoy and most satisfying cock because we have nothing better to do with our time, apparently.""This is about that for onc-""IT IS 99% OF THE FUCKING TIME!" The witch screams at them. "When all you goddamn bitches aren't busy trying to get your pussies stretched and your wombs stuffed, you're instead out and about causing chaos outside because even you know better than to stir shit up where you birth and raise your offspring. Why else hasn't this place been turned into a pandemonium slaughterhouse, unlike the outside world, huh? The only thing that collectively bounces around in your collective skulls in here is your reproductive needs and maternal instincts. Hence, this once in a blue moon meeting where, for fucking once, there is no fighting about the shortage of studs and boytoys or their redistribution of shares. Instead, it is naturally about offspring and pregnancy, but guess what? Did you retarded bitches ever think to consider that the Miss Nannies AREN'T PROGRAMMED TO HANDLE APOCALYPTIC CONDITIONS IN CHILD REARING? GUESS WHO FUCKING FIXED THAT?""...What?""That's right, it was fucking MANY HEADS! You know what Many Heads is also doing RIGHT THIS INSTANCE while getting dragged along by Bob? It's reviewing the safety, construction, and design of ALL our childcare and maternity facilities to make it up to the APOCALYPTIC code. Including the needed changes for mutants like GHOULS and new hazards like extreme radiation or mutagenic exposure...you know, hazards that weren't a problem before? Guess who offered to go through and find ways to fix it all? Yet here you ALL are BITCHING ABOUT IT!" Roars the witch at the,m enraged, wagging her finger."So you want Many Heads gone? Then do PLEASE offer a FUCKING ALTERNATIVE SOLUTION FIRST OR SO HELP ME WHEN I LET IT BE KNOWN THAT YOU JUST RISKED THE LIVES OF ALL OUR FUCKING CHILDREN JUST BECAUSE IT HURT YOUR FUCKING FEEFEES!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6390326I misspelled its BFFs with Many HeadsTo make it clear just how good that perk is it becomes impossible to get one shotted GG with Sanity damage because it's IMPOSSIBLE to take enough sanity damage to instantly reach 0 sanity. So yeah, REALLY good. Admittedly, the hivemind diplomacy buff is a bit more situational but it makes what should be certain enemies oddly diplomatically viable for crazy reasons. Not to mention all the weird science stuff you can do with it...Like flatout OVERPOWERED survival and tanky perk to be frank but it needed to be stupidly good for somehow maxing out your relationship with a BBEG. Keep in mind OP perks like that aren't limited to BBEG you will get the equivalent version from SPECIAL characters if you max them out too.Cleetus was way too low of a level to enter that zone. It was meant to the highest level zone in the entire region. You also get hit by a sneak attack crit from a high level enemy while a low level character so...yeah.Many Heads is a bit too insane to be a very good friend. Especially once Bob dies. At that point its faction will barely not be hostile and only to those who have been 'educated' by it due to Many Heads strange head collecting obsession quirk. You are overestimating how reliable Many Heads is. Right now Many Heads is being so helpful because Bob is dragging it around babysitting it. Bob might be an idiot but he ain't crazy.Oh boy yeah that uh...fertility festival. Oh god the consequences from that are something else. Even the witch wasn't able to fix that from her last trip or even do much damage control for it yet but maybe next time when she isn't so bloated from pregnancy. Many Heads is ONLY good to Bob. Keep that in mind. It's a very important distinction to keep in mind.
>>6392028newfound respect for Witch. Damn.>Step UpAssuming this means assuming more parental duties, or otherwise helping with development of Witch's empire like the desalination or food.I feel we've pushed enough boundaries for now and should not go with MH, much as I'd like to know more about the academy, childcare, or get a fabricator from the city.
I'm making a map to use for world-building and I'd like help to make it as organically as possible. Here I have made the natural layout for a medium/large island; boringly similar to a European landmass like the UK. It is temperate with mixed dense forests, large mountains, and giant freshwater lakes similar to the NA great lakes. Geologically its probably formed from a combination of ancient volcanic activity and glacial erosion.I'd like you guys to add details one at a time, like settlers and POI or maybe creatures or natives, that it builds up like a chronological history. Mundane or fantastical or serious or silly are all fair play, I'd just like to avoid completely illogical nonsense. Also feel free change the landscape in way that make sense on a human time scale, like shifting river and shoreline or man-made changes like farmland and clear-cutting.
>>6377408What are you using this for?
>>6377408Rivers are coming from the middle mountains, I assume from melting snow.This combined with the central location makes the mountains notably important for strategic and transit purposes.So this leaves an important question: what is the name for the mountains, and who controls the area?Now, separate of that... which way is the mainland? I ask because that would determine which side of the island would have the most import spot for a harbor / port.
Is it supposed to look like a giant kiwi on a small toilet?
Blaesionia, the land of the children of the blaze, is an ancient Elven-Gnomish Empire. The Feykin once ruled the entire archipelago, after coming to an uninhabited land in the deep past.The Children of the Blaze have obscenely long lives, and a tragic side effect of this is that the empire has declined into a tyranny of grinding rote traditions, white elephants, and byzantine intricacies. The vast majority of the Gnomish clans long ago attained all but total independence in the Svirfmarches, but still give lip service to belonging to the Empire, and both sides are satisfied with the legal fiction for purposes of mutual defense.Located on the rainrich southern plateaus of the archipelago, unsheltered by the Midmast Mountains, the Blaze Scions maintain vast old growth forests and mangroves on its rolling hills and shallow inlets, maintained by magic and a sparse handful of tree wardens. Almost the entire population of Elves live on the lower Last River or its tributary, the Shimmer River, living mostly meaningless lives of obligation and busywork, but enjoying a 'civilized' life of comforts provided by a highly developed magical economy.Said economy is dominated by the manufacture of Servant tokens which double as the currency. One token can be destroyed to create an invisible magical servant providing exactly one labor-hour of menial, unskilled work. A single, reasonably intelligent mage can produce about forty of these per day and earn a comfortable living, and most of the population is engaged in their production. The tokens are then distributed by the Elfhelm across the realm to be redeemed as labor and keep the resources flowing from the entire realm back to the palace.
>>6377408>>6379871Around 500 years ago, a group of humans (the Gonecardians) arrived at the North side of the island, having fled the devastation of ecological disasters elsewhere in the world. They traveled up the Stag River and discovered the teeming waters of the Nivathel Lakes, filled with all kinds of water creatures. Yet they soon found that the bountiful fish of Elder Nivathel are tyrannized by the terrible Oplawax, a serpent said to have three horns, three fangs, and three eyes.To spawn, the countless kinds of lake-dwelling creatures will migrate upstream to the calmer, shallower waters of Nascent Nivathel. Some particularly troublesome fish are hunted there while they are young and easy to kill, and some particularly opulent fish are left untouched as sacrifices to appease the serpent. Before these practices, the serpent often expressed its discontentment with the new settlement on her doorstep, sinking countless ships and etching scars upon the milky white stones of the port walls.Over the years, the humble settlement of Gonacard City has grown into a sprawling network of stone, strategically well-placed upon the slopes separating the two lakes. Most of the kingdom’s subjects live in and immediately around Gonacard City, well-fed by the fish, and rarely lacking work as the city and its influence continues to grow. The wealth of the city has brought about a thriving trade economy, and attracted the attention of bandits and rival nations. Physical conflicts are becoming more and more frequent, and in response, the military force of Gonacard has reached new heights, making the possibility of conquest a new reality.The Gonacardian people come from a religious tradition of worshiping animal spirits, and in the city there used to be the remnants of an old hawk cult. They protested the cult of the sea serpent (which had become the city’s official royal religion) and were persecuted, so they emigrated to the mountains and constructed The Pinon, an aviary in the form of a tall tower. The growing population of birds there over the last 150 years has made the king of Gonacard uneasy, and rumors of a forced expulsion of the hawk cult are becoming more frequent.(I dunno if this thread is dead, but this was a fun exercise. I really like the variety of this island's geography, and it only looks a little bit like a kiwi)
The treasure seeker looked over the desert and his feline companion stood by his side, standing on his shadow. Under the moonlight, the large desert was a sea of blue and white that stretched far and beyond in all directions. Clouds etched on the sky, giving the horizon a dreamscape feel to it. Even so, the vast wasteland was by no means empty. “I wonder how much is out there..,” the seeker removed his hood, revealing a head full of midnight blue metallic hair and long pointy ears that twitched under the cold night wind. His two large eyes and the two smaller eyes above his brows showed a curious expression. His name was Meehraj and he was a Spiderling.Large protrusions jutted out from the desert’s sandy surfaces. Taller ones sprouting from over yonder in the horizon. He had heard many things, ranging from the remains of some giant creature, to being the remains of some vessel. Or even spires of some underground structures of the Ancients. For Meehraj, it all boils down to them being ancient ruins, ready to be explored. And treasures to be found…>Gathering some rare materials for some elixir making/forgery>Tracking a beast for tranquilize and taken back to the village>Other: (write in)
The feline sped off forward a short way before jumping into the air. Spikes jutted out from the back of his spine as Zil rolled up, becoming like a flying spinning saw. And launched himself downwards, towards his target point, the tailbone.There was some resistance but the momentum of his speed and sharpness of his claws and spikes pierced through the soft flesh of the Slurg eventually, with a crunch of the bones, completely cutting off the tail cleanly. Meehraj fell back on his bottom, the cut tail wrapped in his webs still wriggling from spasms.The Bigger Slurg let out its loudest roar as it began writhing on the spot. Purple blood and green ooze began pooling under it. Even so, the creature was still breathing; it was facing the two with intense hatred despite the lack of eyes. With trepidation, it began charging again, this time with less coordination, just pure anger. It was no longer hungry for meat, just revenge.The Spiderling quickly tried to crawl away, before a blur sprinted from afar towards him, carrying him to another spot of the cave. “Thanks, Zil,” Meehraj petted his companion.Zil acknowledged the gesture but quickly turned his intention towards the Bigger Slurg, which had lodged itself inside the cave wall. “Meoww (What are we going to do now? How to take this thing down)?” Zil asked exasperatedly.Rummaging through his waist pack, Meehraj took out two objects about the size of his palms. It was mechanical in nature, a patch work of metals and wires and tape and resembled that of a scale of large lizards. Meehraj pressed a button in the middle of the contraptions.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Meehraj and Zil hurried and hid behind some sizable rocks then peeked out, just as two large explosions went off. The Slurg’s dying shrieks died out quickly as its body tore apart into giblets and fire.The two slowly got out of hiding, went to inspect the damage. Both were awed as they didn’t expect the bombs to be that powerful.“Oh! Is our stuff ok?!” Meehraj looked at the collecting bag, which was surprisingly intact, just a bit messy. He sighed in relief.The two went to retrieve it, just as a small noise came about, faint but slowly growing.“What is that…?” Meehraj didn’t like how it sounded.-ccccccccrrRRRRAAACK-Cracks began growing on the ground below them at rapid speed. Panic began taking over them. Meehraj quickly took the bag and hopped on to Zil’s back, and made their way. But the cracks were faster…The ground crumbled underneath them. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Meehraj put Zil down gently, before he himself laid down on his back on the ground. The feline mustered enough energy to stand up, stretching himself and shaking his body as dry as possible.“Meoow (Uh oh)..,”“What is it?” Meehraj asked.“Meeeowr (I think the bag we collected the things for the commission…it fell into the water),” Zil furled his ears, feeling guilty.Meehraj petted him. “It’s not your fault. I’ll go look for it,”Zil watched as Meehraj dove into the water. His master, his friend, belonged to a sub-tribe of Spiderlings that had affinity towards water. Good swimmers and divers. Water heals them, he remembered Meehraj saying that before. And Zil could tell that was already working.In the water, Meehraj found the bag. He was startled a bit when he was retrieving it as he saw the head of Bigger Slurg, jaws wide open, nearby.“Got it!” Meehraj announced as he got back to the shore. He looked into the bag and saw water had already gotten in, obviously.“Hope they don’t mind soggy mushrooms..,” Meehraj whimpered.Zil felt dread as well.“Meeeowrr (So, what now? Where even are we)?” Zil asked, looking around curiously as much as he could.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6385820>Go into the cave with the blue-ish lights.i doubt there will be another creature in this cave, lets get those ores now that we have the chance
>>6385820>Go into the cave with the blue-ish lights.
Evaluating your options thoroughly, you decide that the best course would be to repair the mythal to the best of your ability. While a full restoration would take years and demand a small fortune in reagents, research, labor... mending a few fraying strands of the Weave here and there would get the Demon's Ingle in working order long enough to exact some advantage from it. And if, by chance, you were to make a few augmentations to the design that placed a geas on those wearing the Ingle's products, compelling them to obey you... A few contingencies here, a redundancy there... by the gods, you are a genius. Truly, it is a shame that you are surrounded by troglodytes that could never appreciate the magnitude of your splendor. You'll need to cast some preliminary divinations, of course. And a way of concealing your work just in case - a few quasi-real illusions should-"Mistress Phaere!" A familiar voice calls to you, far too giddy and pitched such that it resembles the scraping of chalk along a cavern wall. "The negotiations have been opened! Your presence is required immediately!"
>>6388175As the tyrant sun assumes its rightful place in the sky proper, the great deluge of citizens and visitors alike flood the roads. You see the usual faces out and about, humans, dathriiri, half-breeds, half-men and all... curiously, there is a sudden influx of dwarves. Dwarves cloaked in fine furs with dwarven servants hauling crates of weapons and trinkets and tools that their people are famous for. Dwarves armored from head to toe in plate, and dwarves with tiaras and rings and gold chains who seem to be visiting the city for pleasure rather than business.Cloakmakers, leatherworkers, and boot sellers parade their latest products through the street near their stalls, looking for prospective customers to buy their newest wares. Grain bushels are weighted, and the priests of some coin goddess or other bless currency and ledgers - whatever that is meant to accomplish.Every now and again, you catch someone staring at Luaue or yourself, unaccustomed to the presence of your people. The looks range from curious to afraid to loathing, and some are unafraid of appraising your feminine assets. At least some things in this world are constant. Luaue tries - and fails - to conceal her skin subconsciously, breaking out into a light sweat despite the mild weather. "Don't be shy, Lu - this is a great time to pick up a guy! Maybe even two or three?" Teases Ilanis, The priestess lightly punches the girl on the arm and pouts.As you wade through the crowd, you get a strong impression of the day's activities. Contracts are being brokered between merchants, mercenaries and adventurers hired on for caravans and provisions made for the worsening of road conditions. Inventory is being taken for the colder months, and money is changing hands as trades are made in bulk.On the more recreational side, there are a number of activities that you can partake of.>[Strength] Why not test my might at the Stone Lifting Competition on the bridge.>Partaking in the ribbon dance in the Bell Market seems like it could amuse and demonstrate my skill.>'The Silver Marches Tasting Row?' And these samples are free? I do have room for more...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6388181>>Partaking in the ribbon dance in the Bell Market seems like it could amuse and demonstrate my skill.
>>6388181>Partaking in the ribbon dance in the Bell Market seems like it could amuse and demonstrate my skill.Work off those patries before we go glut ourself all over again! The circle of life continues.
>>6388181>Partaking in the ribbon dance in the Bell Market seems like it could amuse and demonstrate my skill.>"Remember, Luaue, you're out here me and Ilanis to show Everlund that the People of Ilythiir have more to reveal to the surface than just spiders, poisons and snake-whips. Our dances, for one."I can't wait to show our dress to Emitia, she'll love it. And to Arara, the snobby bitch.
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Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_Deep down, far below even the furthest reaching roots of the ice capped mountains, distant from even the faintest beam of sunlight can reach, a Primarch and a collection of long dead souls hold audience, conversing across the gulf of bleakest reality enforced by the anti warp generators that had longed protected the Squat descendants of the original colonists of the world.You were talking with one of the kindest most gentle souls, one who by every right should've been born and usurped the souls inhabiting the technology that had been its cradle but instead was content to exist only within the ambient, background collective thought and soul stuff that so many souls so tightly packed together in code and wire had spawned, like a whisper in the ear or a breeze brushing against one's bare nape. They had agreed to permit you a chance to replace the ancient machinery that powered the gellar field that surrounded much of the planet and its interior, through creating an array and network of lesser replicas of the Archeotech "Dragon's Heart" That had so banished the warp that drawing too near to it could strip men of their souls. However, the process of separating the souls to grant them freedom if they wished, apart from the collective, to continue their duty or else be free from it, would inevitably condemn the gentle soul to death. No. Something far more dire than death. Non existence. Having never been. And even a creature like the unmade gestalt possessed a fear of death, and while the digitized ancestors of the Squat people debated and argued if they should trust your plan, they were unaware of the trembling, frightened soul that had been partially formed of all of their essences and thoughts.They were afraid. Your philosophy guide, the Journey, advised one to not fear death or their own demise. For it was inevitable, all things must one day perish. Even infinity was finite. Eternity was simply a concept, rather than a truth. It was simply the nature of life and being, that it must one day be terminated and cease. Breathing out, centering your mind and calming your heart, you thought how best to comfort the gentle soul. Even though you would do all in your power to prevent their erasure. "Death is natural, even for beings such as yourself" These words were met with an immediate reaction, a chilling torrent of mortal terror, the fear of death, rising panic, dying the white void that the Dragon's Heart enforced in the realm of souls. You endured the storm, facing it and weathering it as your conversation partner tried to rein in and control their panicked swell of emotions and compose themselves as the most natural fear of all was inflicted upon them like an arrow to the heart.You held up an appeasing, soothing hand and took in a deep breath, frost coating your lips as your ever burning pyre of a soul flickered and dancedCont
>>6390341>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to completewe DO need this array to be as peak as possible.
>>6390341>>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete
>>6390341>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to complete
>>6390341>>No. The array must be your focus, even if it may take seasons to completebesides the spirit its the machine that houses it that we want too correct?
>>6390341>Yes, on ensuring the spread and continued prosperity of all peoples and species of Long-Jia
The continent of Illyria, ruled by four kingdoms united following a devastating world war in the early 20th century. The mountainous lands of Gulvan sit to the west, the kingdom’s wealth gained from great mining operations and the construction of vast military fleets. They are the first to employ autonomous weapons into their military.Sitting in the eastern plains is Aldrir, where the fires of chivalric tradition still burn on. Despite its avoidance of many modern customs, magic flows within its people, the last mages of the world.To the further northeast is the kingdom of Mirain, the gateway to the seas beyond. Sitting in the center of the world, Mirain prides itself as a hub of environmental research and egalitarian development.Finally, the kingdom to the south is Forea, once the great empire of ancient times, now a propulsory force of industry and trade across the world, as well as a hotbed for culture and entertainment for tourists.As the winter of 2007 rolls into spring, Illyria enters a state it hasn’t seen in a millenia: wartime. Gulvan’s new administration has spent the past half a decade bringing its old grievances back into the forefront of its politics: it believes Aldrir’s gift of magic is a sinful power that will only bring ruin if the world doesn’t decide to act and seal it away. Negotiations for continued peace degrade, and now Gulvan has launched an invasion across Aldrir’s borders. For now, Forea and Mirain abstain from the fighting, hoping that peace can be achieved between the combatants.Perhaps the stagnant fate of all of Illyria now hangs in a tense balance.But you? You couldn’t care less about any of this. You’re just a young punk looking for any way you can to drive really, REALLY fast…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377333Going to leave the vote open for another hour from this post and lock it after.
>>6377333>CHARGE (Gain 20 speed, but pose a much greater risk at the next roll.)SKRRRRRRRRRTTRRRREEERRRRRRRNNNRRRVVRRRREEERRRN!!!!
>>6377574Actually, I've got a small errand to run tonight, so I’ll leave it open a bit longer since I’d hate to call the vote and then not be able to call for the rolls.
>>6377333>ACCELERATE
This quest sure died fast
May 5th, 2015. It's final weeks on Tokyo-3's Municipal First Junior High School Academy and it's been hell on all the students. Thankfully, you're too old to be going through math exams, mister school counselor! It's your 4th year since you've been hired to take care of these kids, and so far, it's been an alright job.Having majored in said field straight after your degree in psychology, you were more than happy to have some security as opposed to dealing with flaky patients and the usual folks who just walked away after a "free trial". Frankly, from Cognitive Behavior to psychoanalysis, all forms of therapy were subjects you loved to deep dive in your free time despite being done with college for a while, and that's exactly what sets the mediocre scholars apart from the true specialists! Now if only your pay wasn't barely above minimum wage despite all your efforts...It wasn't any school, no less. Tokyo 3's First Junior High's students were all, in one way or another, motherless. Either by accidents, coming from adoption, divorce, it was almost certain that no child from that school ever had both sets of parents in the house, and you knew very well what that meant. Extra steps went into advising teachers and staff, Parent-Teacher conferences, workshops, class conferences... Really, everything that involved giving support to students had to go through you first, and while it was exhausting work, none of the classes ever had a major fight thanks to 29 year old Date Kurono at their service.Since finals week meant everyone was either silent in class, studying or going straight back home, it was an unusually leisure day for you, which given how active you were used to be there, meant you were tapping your feet at your desk in the teacher's lounge while everyone else your age was either in class or silently checking papers. Not like you were super friendly with any of the staff or anything, for they weren't much more than colleagues.You barely had the social battery to socialize your way into a full shift, so you couldn't imagine having to balance that out with being an extrovert, which meant having no work to do and being stuck in your head was all the more alienating, since all you had left then was to ruminate about the past.Really, why did you choose professional babysitting as your calling? Guess it all started back in the 80s when you were born, back when Tokyo 3 was just called Tokyo, your parents were an aspiring couple, each renowned in their own way, with your mother always being needed her job thanks to her revolutionary discoveries in neuroscience, and your father being a famous athlete, rising up the ranks to get the Japanese Lightweight Boxing Belt, aiming to go for the world.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391138>Call Toji to your office. Let's sort this out privately.They'd inevitably figure out how we got the information if we act immediatly on it, let's just test the waters.We'd do better NOT mention what gave us the idea of calling him, counseling afterall does get the benign excuse of just routine checks in these circumstances.
>>6391138>It was a one time thing, surely they will sort this out by themselves.
>>6391191>>6391193>>6391238Toji Suzuhara and Kensuke Aida are the two outcasts of Class 2-A, always walking around together like peas in a pod. While Kensuke pulled his weight when it came to his grades by studying despite skipping a lot of classes, Toji was either falling behind, or literally behind students to copy their homework and the answers to their tests. He is Nana's favorite student, being the top of his class in Physical Education, it was clear that he had a preference, but the curriculum was misaligned with his true talents. That alone warranted a little call to the office. If anything, he'd be pleased to miss out on learning about molecules.As you show up to his class, he groans, yawns, stretches and whispers to his friend Kensuke before finally following you, arms behind his back like he was being arrested. After reaching your lounge, he sat down with his legs crossed and leaning forward towards you. If he had the age to smoke, he would be doing it to look as cool as he thinks he is."Suzuhara-Kun! Been a while, hasn't it?""Spare me the lollygaggin' teach!" He spits, perfectly aiming his saliva on the window. "I know why I'm here today!""...Do you?" You raise your brow, you didn't judge him to be this sharp."Yeah, what else could it be? You want to nag me about losing the year!"And with that, he just told you why he was mad enough to throw an egg at Hokari without you even asking. Talking to Rei for two weeks made you forget how kids tend to be easy to read."What are you smiling at me, for? Ya think I'm dumb, ain't it?" He huffs, adjusting himself in his seat. "It's not my fault every other class sucks here! I was made to wrestle with athletes, not pick up a pencil and paint a canvas!"Thanks, Toji, you make this job a lot easier...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391518>Don't skip out on cleaning the classroom after school hours, that'll help you be more zealous.>Did you say you were sorry to Hokari? If so, we're on good terms.Not reason to not go with both in this case, him apologizing doesn't remove the need for a punishment.If we act any different way he won't really respect us.
>>6391735+1>>6391518
Galtia, your homeland, is famed for its knights and paladins, heroes all. The division between peasant and noble is a strict one, but through sufficient valor at arms, even the lowliest beggar can earn a knighthood, however unlikely it may be. The military doctrine of your people largely focuses on lines of men at arms with shields and spears, given ranged support by peasant archers, and horseback knight charges into the enemy rear. You are a leader of men, defending your nation's borders during their current war against:>1: fiend-serving cultists that rampaged through the neighbouring kingdom of Sanidia, summoning demons and undead.>2: the nearby kingdom of Zulzaria waged war against orcs for many years, the orcs have chosen to seek easier prey: Galtia. >3: Regelia, a country your equal in strength, skill and honor, their tactics mirror yours, and your people have fought theirs many times before.And what is your station? You are a knight, but what tier of society did you originate in?>By default you start at level 3, 1000 experience, a 5E fighter. All ability scores at 14, with Human Determination and four proficiencies of your choosing.https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/>1: Hardmode, a lowly beggar turned soldier, nobles look on you with contempt and could rip your command away with little effort if given the excuse. (Optional: start as a rogue instead of a fighter)>2: Lowborn, you had to fight and claw your way to the top, but your combat success was so obvious that your being knighted was equally an obvious outcome. (Start with two extra levels, 7000 experience, class/es of your choice, gain an ASI at level 4 regardless of class)>3: Knight, you were born into a military family, trained hard, and were knighted on the field of battle. (Start with one extra level, 4000 experience, class of your choice, and one extra feat. Gain an ASI regardless of class)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6376636I thought we were the rogue?
>>6376639everyone is the rogue. we are the rogue. our wife is rogue. children? rogue. grandkids? rogue. companions? rogue
>>6375579>>6376451 +1.Yes I just watched A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. How did you know?
>>6375579>>6376409 +1
Oh dang people replied. Guess I'll count dem votes.
Car chases come and go, but it’s deterring your hostage’s saviors that makes the difference in life. That sounded pretty evil, but it’s about you taking the leader of the mafia to the police — so it’s a gray area. You feel like you were sidelined for a good while, waiting for Judith and her crew to get ready to meet your team. It’s almost like someone shoved you inside a bag and let you fester in there for a day. Nobody should endure that.That’s why you have been listening to Bubbles. The plucky girl is doing a report about how your pals around town are faring in these trying times. This gangster debacle is a city wide event after all. Everyone is fine so far, but there’s more to say!“Sorry, everyone! I mentioned Jackey Frosties, and our amazing maid here brought me some. You know how it goes.” Scarlet apologizes for the sudden break. “Couldn’t you eat after you were done talking...?” Vera is in this group call.“And let it melt? Hello? That’s a big no-no. This is peak ice cream condition, and you know it.” Scarlet refuses to let her dessert suffer. “Where was I?”“Uhm, the Jackey Frosties news?” Liu is always polite. Originally, Liu was going to relay the news to all of you, but her and Scarlet thought it would be faster if the redhead talked directly.“Oh… yeah… one got vandalized…” Scarlet sounds heartbroken. “C-Cheer up, Scar Scar. There are plenty of them around, right?” Crossbill tries to cheer up the spoonful spirit. It’s you five in this call, one agent in both groups and their navigators — plus Bubbles.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6381664>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Ruby should like this one...>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Suan De will like it, probably…>Get everything ready for the party. First, burgers for everyone, mainly Matilda...
Regardless of what your newest masterpiece is called, you need all the hobos’ seal of approval. Ruby and Suan De must grab a bite!“A-Amelia, we’re calling it Hoboburger because a hobo made it.” Yu Yan clarifies.“Are you saying Johnny is a hobo?” Amelia is very confused.“Magumbos Jr. here told us he hasn’t slept at his apartment all that much.” Yu Yan points at Ichie.“It’s quite tragic...” Ichie nods. “Wait, what did you call me, friend...?”“It’s hard for us to imagine that scenario, he loved to return home when we were around.” Nariko gets petty. Ichie doesn’t like it. But before they start bickering, your sister has your back! “That doesn’t make him a hobo!” Your sister argues.“Maybe a hubbo?” Yu Yan wonders. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6382485Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you on the next time! And remember, you will get your smoothie!
>>6382486Thanks for running!
In this world, you are a rare case.You were born and raised in a village whose residents all hailed from the same clan, one which possessed a power and a ferocity which made it feared by those living outside. Everyone in this village, from the elders to the clan leader right down to the children, was a natural-born killer – in that sense, you aren’t so special.“Ryō-kun,” the leader told you just yesterday with a wide grin, “all you have to do out there tomorrow is follow your instincts… don’t think, just kill!”Well, when the village settled on picking a fight with one of the five great powers of this world your instincts told you that it was a stupid idea. That little voice inside your head was screaming that invading Kirigakure was a stupid idea that was going to get you all killed, so that was the feeling you went with even if it made a lot of your clansmen pretty mad.But you stood your ground.They were so confident in their raw power and ferocity that they never questioned the wisdom of the plan… to the degree there was one. Your own parents even promised to come home and “deal with you” later, which of course was a threat born of complete delusion. And even if you doubt that they’ll ever make good on their threat, you have no doubt that once Kirigakure manages to get over the shock of the attack they’ll be calling on your village soon.Your hair and the markings on your forehead are easy enough to get rid of. Even if you cut those things away to disguise your bloodline hair and flesh grow back. But after scraping together what little money exists in your village and packing away some dried food and water, you decide not to burn the village itself. Wiser maybe to ignore that first instinct and not leave any obvious signs that anyone was left behind to survive.…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391375>Speak upThe tenth question was whether we would stay or leave. By being here you’ve already answered.
>>6391375>>Speak up
>>6391375>Speak up
>>6391375“We just answered it,” you answer, almost without thinking about it.After a moment, you look up and notice the stares.“She’s right,” Ibiki-san tells the other candidates, before gesturing for you to complete the thought.“It was a pretense,” you observe. “Intelligence gathering is pointless if you don’t have the resolve to act on it.”Ibiki-san doesn’t say anything at first. Instead he simply unfastens the bandana-style headband he wears, and removes it to reveal a nightmarish array of scar tissue. You grew used to a degree of brutality growing up, and so it’s fair to say you’ve seen some things the other candidates here can’t even imagine. What Ibiki-san puts on display goes beyond even that – whoever did this had a revolting degree of creativity when it came to their work.“Information is among the most powerful tools in our world,” he explains. “As chūnin you will fight to acquire it, and risk your lives to protect it against other shinobi doing the same. Sometimes that struggle can get… messy. The first nine questions of this exam were set up to test your abilities to gather information, forcing you to cheat under the most controlled and low-stakes conditions possible. The sentinels were positioned to make it borderline impossible to do so without there being some sign of it – not to counter those attempts, but to make sure we could assess them critically.”“So… we got credit for how well we cheated?” the blonde girl from Suna asks with an audible frown.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is Terian Choke and you are an Urgi. You were stationed as a petty technical officer on the planet of Newroost by the Accord government, which is completely fine by you. You have very little interest in being a military engineer working on the front line against the machine collective or dealing with renegade Redwing regiments out in some cold space colony; instead having the job to secure territory and maintain bases in the blue zone of your species new homeworld. This is also, completely fine. What is not fine is that the bird you bet on to win on is losing all of his events.”Swim damn you! Swim you sorry excuse for a bird!”In the Consortium, every type of competitive event is open to sports betting. You may be halfway across the galaxy; but your credits are just as good here or there. Zaloon racing is supposed to be the best type of sport to bet; since the racers are too stupid to take bribes or get disqualified for cheating. They just take whatever performance enhancing drug cocktail their handlers make for them; which is all public information. Perhaps you should have studied biochemistry more if you wanted even more of an edge.”GO ORANGE!”He overtakes Blue, then Orange and Red come up close behind. They close their armor plates together and squeeze the water out of the interim space; the diving section of the race is next. You know your racer is going to reach the base of the river first with his own body's divebell technique. Unless...”No! NO!”He stops to take in breath, giving critical seconds for the other racers to make it to the dive site. He overshoots his oxygen he'll need, as two other racers rapidly dive to the finish at the base of the river.
>>6391627I recognize it's a plot idea, I just think it's stupid because it is
>>6391628no u
>>6391622Have you guys red Foundation?
>>6391831>red foundationFound the Esaal spy. Blue foundation only, here! This is the Hegemony!
>>6391964I'm ESL and it shows.Anyway, in the book series, the protagonist set up some Omnissiah-tier psyop for soft power over neighbouring star powers
