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Welcome back.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

Discord: https://discord.gg/XUfxReXDrZ

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

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Two thousand years ago, a prince of the Old World called Sversk the Conqueror set sail with an army of his loyal followers into what any would still consider today to be certain death. Yet, where all others in history near and far perished, Sversk’s band triumphed over the implacable Maelstrom, and settled in the New World, forming a new society apart from the old, founding an empire that would last over one thousand years, which only drew its last breath when Sversk’s tale, the story of the ancestors of the Nauk, faded from living memory, to history, to legend.

Now, a new army of ambition, also seeking a new future, returns across the same sea to whence their ancestors came, be they Nauk, Vitelian, Sosalian, or even of a race born solely of the New World. The Aurora Legion, as it is called, do not seek new lands, but to gather money, men, materiel, to gain strength without peer so that they can gain victory for their ultimate cause: to topple the Old Order that controls their world, and free its people that they may bring forth the Future that is Utopia. They are not yet more than five thousand, yet they were once not even one hundred six years past, and though many have been wounded or perished, their sacrifice will not be in vain. Each step taken is one towards the final battle, one that many of them may not see the result of, but they fight nevertheless. Most hope to see that battle. Many see service with the Legion as an honor and a privilege above any other cause that may be fought for as warriors. Some simply have no other place to go.

The conflict they venture to now is a war of a greater power against a smaller, the continental Caelussian Federation against the much smaller but still defiant Kingdom of Petrekora. Some might assume a tale of aiding the underdog- but Petrekora is reactionary, and the Federation far more akin to a state of the future than one run by a king with aristocracy. What is more, the Federation is paying handsomely, and in these times where expansion is limited by lack of coin, the Aurora Legion will not pass up any chance to feast upon silver, for the sake of readying for the Dawn of the New Era…

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The year is 5 AB (After Bloom), and you live in what is now called Biltmore City, a community of survivors settled in the ruins of the historic Biltmore Estate in Western North Carolina.

The year was 2009, and the time was 3:31:54 AM EST on Friday, April 10th when The Bloom occurred. In the span of 12 minutes and 49 seconds, the entire Earth experienced a super-rapid forestation of all terrestrial surfaces.

Trees erupted from the ground and into full maturity, regardless of any manmade materials present - asphalt roads were obliterated, buildings were toppled, and underground structures were perforated with roots. All human infrastructure was rendered essentially inoperable and unsalvageable due to the density and ubiquity of the trees. Some areas burst instead into fields of exotic flowers, and buildings or vehicles therein were merely engulfed by vines, instead. In many other places freshwater springs surfaced inexplicably, generating ponds, creeks, or even rivers.

The biodiversity of this perpetual forest defies common logic. Banyans, alders, acacias, eucalyptus, olives, and towering sequoias can all be found inside of the same ten acres, regardless of geographic location, sometimes twice or three times their 'natural' size. Animal life appeared in much the same manner, out from behind trees or from warrens revealed by new roots, equally diverse and at home in all locales. Lions now prowl the slopes of what were the Rocky mountains and pythons hang from the branches of magnolia trees in the now forested Siberian steppe.

The most devastating element of The Bloom, however, was what it did to the human population.

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Last time, after an enormous victory against organized crime, you had nothing else to do but to celebrate. The party is going great so far: you cooked people’s favorites, everyone played a long variety of games, and you had heart-to-hearts with your loved ones over the railing outside your apartment. The stars and this cool piece of steel will be the only witnesses to these heartfelt moments.

You’re back in the apartment, your favorite pretend-to-be girlfriend asked you to join the karaoke. You want to sing, but it’s ill advised — you’re terrible at it. Nonetheless, this isn’t the only activity you can partake in. Matilda, Celia, and Aurora are cooking something for you. And there’s this elephant in the room you haven’t quite addressed yet. Someone who isn’t part of the team…

Matilda, Celia, Aurora, Odetta, and Liu had their moment. Meaning you might want to spend time with Vera, Lydie, Crossbill, and Sasha (?) who are by the karaoke too. Well, Liu is there too, she’ll get an extra moment, she’s greedy like that.

“My dear boyfriend! The love of my life! Join us! It’s time to sing…!” Lydie holds the microphone towards your direction. Sasha has her tambourine ready. Vera is trying to remember something important about letting you sing. And Crossbill is curious about your abilities. Oh, and Liu is there. You already said that, but it bears repeating.

“Well, I…” You close the door right behind you. Good-bye scenic set piece. You did your job well.

The microphone calls you…

What do you do?

>“Sure, just beware, I’m a bad singer.” Diplomatically take away the blame from yourself before you kill them all.

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Your dreams are interrupted by a sharp alarm clock noise. Turning over, you start tapping your hands on the nightstand beside you. As the noise continues, the more you feel yourself waking up from your slumber. The more you feel yourself being taken away from the nice dream you were having. A cute girl was just about to confess her love to you. Finally, you feel it. "There it is..." A whisper escapes your lips as you finally feel your phone. Grabbing it, you press on the side button. Finally, the peace and quiet was back.

You try your hardest to go back to your dream, but this time you get another alarm clock. "Sousuke!" Your mother's familiar voice substitutes the chime of your alarm. "Sousuke wake up!" Opening your eyes, you look towards your window to see it was still dark inside. "You're going to be late again if you don't wake up soon!"

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh as you jump out of bed. As you get out of bed, you stretch and wipes your eyes. As you approach the bathroom to wash your face you start yawning. You wash your face the freshen up. You gargle a bit of water and after wards you do your usual routine of practicing your smile for a couple minutes in front of the mirror.

Your dyed hair, your ear piercings, and look in your eyes that makes you look permanently angry. "Just like that..." Those were the things you were hoping to counteract by practicing the perfect friendly smile.

Getting out of the bathroom, you go downstairs. "Good mornin' sunshine." Your mother greets you with a smile. You didn't really know how your mom could be so energetic so early in the morning.

Looking over at the clock you see it read 5:00 AM. You still had a couple of hours before you had to leave for school. "So, how many are we doing today?" Rolling up your sleeve, you join your mom in the kitchen.

"The usual" She smiles at you as you stand in front of the kitchen counter. On one side of the kitchen counter was a bunch of chocolate pieces. On the other was a bunch of boxes. You start packing up the differently shaped chocolate into boxes. "Hey, what are you doing after school today?" Even as you look up to your mother, you don't lose a beat boxing up the chocolates. After all you've done this for years now. "Do you think you can help out with the shop later today?"

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You are Tristain d’Rusalka, newly appointed regent of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Morfis. After having emerged victorious in a tournament consisting of the strongest warriors of the known world, you had earned the right to marry Princess Yulia Xan Phanes, ruler of Morfis. At least, that was what you thought. But upon finally meeting the mysterious princess, she’d revealed that one final task remained before you would be allowed to wed. You must defeat the Four Royal Sages, who’d usurped much of her power and who seek to open the dreaded gates of Tartarus.

Having been granted the authority to make decisions regarding Morfis’ future, you currently rule from the Royal Palace, alongside your cousin and Prime Minister, Bronte. However, the so-far short reign of the “Sorcerer Regent” has been plagued with turmoil. Immediately upon assuming power, you were forced to contend with one emergency after another.

>Tristain d’Rusalka
>Level 46 King (EXP: 20/100)
HP: 88/88 (120%)
Strength: 47 (65%)
Magic: 35 (40%)
Speed: 37 (30%)
Defense: 40 (60%)
Resistance: 36 (40%)
Luck: 38 (55%)

>Skills:

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Welcome to Vanguard Quest, a simple cooperative mech skirmish quest. New players are welcome any point - if you want to join, please review the latest assembly options and post your loadout! Thank you for playing.

Previous Thread:
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For too long, humanity has trembled in fear of the dark.

Monsters from the depths below have, for as long as humankind could remember, ruled the caverns and ran rampant through the shadows of night. Beasts of claw and fang tore and devoured, ruthless daemons, monsters beyond flesh, bore the power to render even our fortress cities little more than rubble, and perhaps worst of all, the Abysskin, some weak and sly, others so mighty that they can deny even the sun to their surface lands, used mysterious sorcery to overwhelm the forces of man. For generations untold, we were powerless to resist, only the holy light of the Sun and Moon granting respite from that unbeatable terror. There was no compromise, no mercy, and no potential for negotiation. Because of their magicks and impossible might, outside the daylight there was only blood.

Until, that is, humankind themselves gained that arcane might.

The Hierophants, long suffering in their seemingly futile attempt to even the playing field, finally created magic that humans could use. Glyphs, taken from the language of the Abyss but sanctified for human use by the glory of the Lights Above, allowed us to fight back, first only enough to defend ourselves on those moonless, cloudy nights, then enough to press the attack, to eradicate the beasts and daemons and drive the Abysskin back into the caverns below. We could construct mines, steal the bounties of steel and crystals blessed by the grand mana swirling at the core of the world, and pursue industry. From the freed farmlands, enough food could be grown to eradicate famine, advance the common good, and allow people to finally pursue the arts and entertainment. Sunfire streetlamps lined every city and town, repelling monsters with their radiance, and great barriers were woven into the bulwarks of the fortress-cities, stopping even the mightiest beast dead in its tracks.

The Hierophants are a mysterious, shadowy lot, few in number and utterly opaque, so much of the fighting has been left to Magecorps, some at the service of their nations, and others rag-tag guilds of mercenaries. You and your compatriots belong to one such group, a guild, subsidized only mildly by the Republic from which you hail, determined to find wealth, glory, and honor in the caverns below. Officially, you’re a “Subsidiary Tower” of the Hierophant's Grand Order, but the people, high and low, call you something else. To the world, you are Spelldivers.

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"You brothers – such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilised. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t."

You were dead.

No ifs and buts about it. Yet… Here you were. Alive.

Your mind slowly stirred up, synapses sparking as your limbs slowly moved. Your skin registered the coarse linen and the only fabric on your skin, brifers. You rubbed your temples as you scanned your surrounding. The medicae gasped, one of them dropped their metal tray as they all watched you sat up on your bed.

“Throne… I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“It’s a miracle!”

“Sorcery!”

Whispers soon grew into praises and doubts. Everything went ignored as you tried to remember…

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"You look up at the sky, witnessing the cosmic vastness. Motes of light spread over the distant infinite."
"You can hear wind, far away. A cliff halves your view above."
"A coldness grips your legs, even with the heat from the burning car you had crawled out of."
"Each breath becomes more difficult to take and the pooling blood beneath you creates an uncomfortable wetness."
"You are going to die."

Shaman "Flesh upon the altar, death a few breaths away."
Insect "Another sorry fuck to befall us."
Nymph "Cheer up, bozo. I think it could make a fine replacement."
Insect "No, fear will sharpen it. Look at it, crawling towards choice."

"A thing comes closer to view, the blurry mass defining into a horrid shape."
"It's addressing you."

Insect "Can you hear me? This is more than an insult wrapped in a handshake!"

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In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.

== Archive==
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KingQM

== Recap of our situation ==

Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.

Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…

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In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.

Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.

Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.

It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.

Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)

Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.

It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.

Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.

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"Don't wait for me, just get Kimble and start working on him as soon as you can." You say, mashing your hand into your horn as someone lurches to a stop ahead of you.

"You sure, rook? We cou-"

"It's more important than me, sir. We have a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time to do it." You pause for a moment and add on. "No man is an island, I trust you guys to handle it."

"Not leaving me a lot of room to say no here."

"Learnt from the best. If anyone can break him down, it's you."

"I'm gonna have his Ivan-ass singing like a bird for us. I'll make sure he knows what's waiting for him in gen pop if he gets put away."

"Good. I'll come find you once I wrap up the debriefing."

"Sounds good, if I'm busy in the interrogation feel free to take up a seat."

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Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. To them, your only value comes from how profitable your research is.

You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), but it's really not what you're good at. You were a random accountant before they dragged you into an underground facility that's hundreds of feet underground. Their standards must be low if they kidnapped someone like you.

On the bright side, you've been making good progress with all of the anomalies you've been researching. Maybe that's why they hired you? You have a knack with anomalies and their ARTIFACTS. You were told anomalies were born from human ideas and concepts, so maybe this is just you trying to help anything resembling a human? Who knows.

All you know is that it's what you're good at, and that alone is enough to keep you going. One day at a time. No matter what gets thrown your way, you'll find a way to handle it.

As for what happened recently?

NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition is starting to rapidly deteriorate. It seems to be the inevitable fate of anomalies once you get to truly understand them. You're trying your best to stabilize her condition.

Your cat, EL FELINO, exploded. In its place, you were left with an anomaly named LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, who has set out to do everything in its power to make your life miserable.

Against your better judgement, you've agreed to work with a woman who's been stalking you for the last few days. You still don't get Venti's deal or why she's obsessed with you of all people. At least she works hard.

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