As the twenty eighth tyrn of Pavilion begins much of the world is embroiled in a desperate war of some sort or another. The Domo empire collapses, a titan emerging from its corpse, leaving a path of death in its wake. The jungles of the west are thick with blood and broken chitin as two monstrous hives wage bloody war. In more distant corners of the world scholars study the mysteries of the world, spirits of magic and the sometimes thin veil between worlds. Wizards brood in their towers, the adenic elves retreat from the world, and peaceful Vencia watches the wars to the south with concern. But for a moment let us consider the actors on the stage.> The Holy Kingdom of BarzaWielders of mighty geomantic and divine power, smiths, missionaries, and above all else soldiers, the Kingdom of Barza has worked tirelessly for many turns to contain threat after threat to Pavilion. With arcane metals that purifies darkness and can cut magic itself they stand as protectors of this world.> OrcmanieFar to the north Orcmanie stands as a bastion of peace, a stabilizing force for the region raising their considerable martial might only ever in defense of others. Armed with finely crafted steel and accompanied by mighty beasts they have accrued a vast empire.> VenciaA peaceful people, yet one ready to defend themselves the people of Vencia concern themselves more with fine food and the contemplation of the divine than the art of war, though considerable construction of mighty walls speaks to the war filled lands to the south.> OrdalanA land of fierce warrior women, divinely empowered by fire and lightning. Some are called demons, horned and silver skinned. Others are called weretiger, never fully human again. All call themselves Nixen, defenders of Ordalan, sworn to vengeance against their many enemies.> KroviaComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6282628>Habitun CultThe Skald college of Gronn Dal finds it must strike a fine balance between many things. There is the providing of entertainment of course, of songs and japes and the drama of the theatre. There is the desire of its actors and playwrights, culminating in arguments loud and furious about the butchering of treasured stories and tales of their people for the sake of entertainment. Grimmest of all is the glare of the censors of the church. Many a tale is spared by what quickly becomes the standard opening of works from the Skald College. “Here is a tale believed by a distant people, may Terra have mercy on their soul”. While the Forgotten chafe at the implications, and the censors glare at the lack of any direct condemnation, for most it suffices, and the treasury (and pockets) of Gronn Dal are soon lined with coin from “The Splitting of the Lands”.Smoking Quartz, long a source of great amusement, the butt of many jokes, is quickly finding its way into the efforts of the coutures and other ateliers. Though convincing a lady of proper society to wear a ‘marital aid’ on her dress is near impossible, more practical minded elves quickly take up the style of patterns of small gems woven into their silk garments, toughening it into something more like steel than silk.>>6282996>Urotti DwarvesThe Spelleater rune has long been a sought after rune. Unfortunately it simply doesn’t exist, what is found instead is called the Shatter Rune, an ugly looking thing that breaks magic that strikes it into harmless motes of light. But when coupled with mountain runes the shattered spells can be absorbed into other runework.Word of a strange problem has arisen during the spring melts. Some strange new fungus, as tall as a dwarf has overtaken many cellars. Worse still is that it releases gusts of wind as dwarves approach, sometimes knocking them off their feet, other times hurling objects at those that approach. After uprooting the unruly fungus with the aid of tower shields the dwarves manage to gather the fungi into a farm proper, where they can be managed for food, or perhaps other uses.Prospectors discover an abandoned mine, though one that is causing no small amount of confusion among the prospectors, because no one can quite agree what's in it. Moreso each prospector has returned with a sample of a different ore! After some head scratching the conclusion is eventually reached that the mine produces whatever those who enter desires, a remarkable find! There are even lower levels that have been barred with heaps of rubble that should be easy to clear! (You can change the output of this mine to any ore you’ve seen).
>>6283283>Turquoise TurbansBought from the distant jungles of the Skrit and Krawl, the bamboo seeds flourish in the warm climate of the Turban territory. Soon enough the sturdy material is found all throughout the territory, alongside a yellow sandstone freshly quarried this tyrn. The resources will be well used by settlers as they expand across the desert. A few of the boldest even stake a claim in the cursed lands, though this may ultimately be unwise and draw the attention of this darker power.>>6283598>The Divine Republic of GuliseareTo protect the holy land there must be forges, workshops, carpenters, polers and cooper and all manner of craftsmen. A great many of these are built in Adarota, allowing far more of the city to take up arms in a time of need.Far to the south there is a concerning development. The wreckage of many airships is strewn across the Domo plains, and in that wreckage precious Orihalchum lay, inert, regathering its precious gift of flight until it can lift free. But instead of joining the stars it is instead scavenged by escaped Anelk slaves, repaired with skills hard won through years of hard labor, and then improved further with chains and a strange contraption called a propeller that pushes the ship about. They swoop north, terrorizing Ordalan citizens, raiding trade routes, and generally doing as they please before vanishing into the hills. >>6283828>Krovian BandsArmor has long been viewed with skepticism by Krovians, who wonder if pulseless metal skin is really worth anything, but as the world grows more dangerous there's no denying its use. Wounds that won't stop bleeding, little monsters that burrow beneath the skin and eat you from the inside, all manner of barb and poison, these things serve well to push the desire for something to protect the body. Krovian settlers push out once again, filling out the last few wilds of the world.>>6283923Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6284538>KrawlThe blessings of Darkroe are felt almost immediately across the Krawl. These first blessings manifest simply enough, as bursts of energy that can be lobbed, impacting with blunt force, exploding more energetically, or even applying toxic contact poisons. The loss of the dark lake sends a shock of panic through the Krawl, and an immediate effort to catalogue and preserve the lost forms from the dark lake begins. The resulting library is secreted away to the east, far from the battlefield where they can be cultivated further for future projects.
> Fall of the Sewn TitanThe krovians smell the approach of the monster before they ever see it. A cocktail of rotting fish flesh, decayed bodies and worm eaten lumber that invades the nostrils and curdles even the krovian stomach. Then the first wave bursts from the shore, skittering ancient beasts of the sea, some more bone than flesh, held together by root and sinew. Pike, axe, and harpoon cut them down easily enough. Scarce have the boldest chefs considered how much boiling would be required to make proper food from them does a second wave burst from the sea. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth- all through the day waves of abominations crawl up from the coast and are cut down. As the sun goes down the form of the titan is revealed by the glowing threads wound through its body, lurking in the ocean. Only then does it stride forward, emerging from the water amidst the greatest tide of monstrosities yet. If not for reinforcements from Girb allowing the more elite warriors of Zhelezo time to breath the lines may have broken immediately.Even Drevino is dwarfed next to the monstrosity, yet he holds the beast at bay, moving with startling agility around the sewn titan, hacking at its legs, keeping it from devastating his forces. Though the titan is truly massive, it moves sluggishly, weighed down by great scars of obsidian, massive silversteel bolts gouged into its body, a single great hole in its twisted face that still glows with the fury of Solaire. Nonetheless as the battle rages on Drevino comes to a grim realization. By steps, sometimes by inches, his warriors are being pushed back. Something must change.The sound of barzan horns heralds that change. A charge of knights on boars clears the battlefield, a barrage of ballista staggers the beast. The two armies surge forward, driving back the ocean horrors aiding the monster. The titan is goaded forward, isolated, then a massive barzan spell circle drawn around the great beast as Drevino battles it. The earth rends and twists like paper, dropping the monster into the earth up to its waist, then lava begins to froth and rise from deep within the earth as Drevino and his giant champions hack at the monster. Hellish shrieks burst from the titan, shattering eardrums, but it is too little, too late. Piece by piece the monster is hacked to pieces, pieces shattering into swarms of undead that are cut down by glowing barzan blades or devoured by krovian savagery. In one last desperate attempt to save itself the very head of the monster rips itself free, skittering like a twisted spider of corpses, rushing toward the ocean. Drevino’s foot comes down hard on it, causing a final gory explosion of corpses.In the aftermath, a miracle. Justinian is found, somehow still alive. Not far from him is his silver needle blade. And close to both is a young girl, neither Barzan, Domo, or any other nation known to Pavillion.
>It’s a nice day for fishing, isn’t it?Beware Patient Sharks.- Advice given to Barzan gladiatorsOnce more Krovian and Vitruvian sailors set out across the Tarn. For two days their prey taunts them, striking at ships in the distance, appearing at inopportune times, and sometimes scraping the bottom of their ship just long enough to rouse an alert before vanishing into the deep. On the third day the great fish leads them on a merry chase, drawing closer to a southern shore before vanishing into the deep again.It is here that the great pike finds itself ambushed by Krovians who had predicted its movements days ago and had been laying in wait for some hours. The sharkmen fall upon the great fish in a furious biting and stabbing swarm staining the water dark with blood. Only a sudden appearance of frog folk engaging with the Krovians allows the fish to make its escape as its frog guardians are torn to pieces by the shark hunters. Though alive it will be some time before it can roam the waters again.---TURN 29 ENDS---
YOU are SPIGOT and you are BORED.It's Friday and there's still some sunlight to burn.What will you do today?>a)ASSEMBLE THE TEAM:>[1]Start with your pal PANTS>[2]Or your old chum DEUCE>[3]Maybe ATANDT?>[4]Or your main man R-wait who...?>b)STAY HOME and PLEASURE YOUR DONG
>>6284762+1Loot & Scoot
>>6284758>CHECK THE KITCHEN AND RUN SPIGGYBOY THE ODDS HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE FAVOURABLE THE BUBAR KING BECKONS FROM BEYOND THE CRESTS OF THEM THAR HILLS
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>>6284909>>6284777>>6284762>>6285119https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44c6hGKkGyEThe romanian telomeres embedded deep inside your genes tingle with excitement at this masterful display of thievery (you're 1/45th romanian after all fun fact!), but the conundrum looming over your souls finally arrives, with precise steps and unfaltering gait:how the FUCK do you get all this shit out of the mcdicks??!!You have like, 90% of the entire kitchen inside your bugout bag (how'd you fit all that shit in there? some dr who shit let me tell you), you need a RIDE, every good heist movie needs a RIDE, the armored escape van or the hijacked police cruiser or an 18 wheeler or something!yeah you didn't think this through didya? at the very least, the PoPo will catch you with every single item in the menu sloshing around and coagulating inside your stomach, you can't uneat a big mac smart guy, you can only SHIT. IT OUT, oh you want it back I hear? well then OPEN WIDE.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6285124>CALL ATANDT, he has a prius, not the best or flashiest getaway van but you don't owe him gas money like a certain someone... plus he's probably free for the night!He complains, we pass him a free medium fry. That'll get him nodding quick
You are a seed. Drifting through the vastness of space, you remember where you came from. A world of beauty, teeming with life, vast in numbers and diverse in shape and mind. Your implanted memories show you that the species that inhabited that world were divided in mind, but united in purpose, all pooling knowledge in one giant meta-consciousness that directed them to growth and cooperation. Each sacrifice - accepted by the devoured, for everyone knew that it is for the good of the planet, for the good of their - YOUR purpose.Your memories also contain visions of the fate that has befallen your world. Fire, inextinguishable even by the ice-creatures, and clouds of toxins killing everything they touched. Creatures in vessels of steel, carrying weapons unknown, purging the planet of life not suited to their needs, claiming your home as their own.In a desperate attempt to preserve whatever it can, the meta-consciousness made seeds. Small creatures with basic genetic information to be sent to the stars. Starting anew, creating a new home. All for a reckoning against those that destroyed your progenitor.With only memories to keep you company, you feel incredibly alone. However, you must persevere - you need to accomplish your final directives, after all.1. OBTAIN BIOMASS2. ANALYSE GENES3. INTEGRATE INTO THE CONSCIOUSNESS4. REMAKE THE LANDING PLANETYou have enough energy in your small organic ship for an FTL jump. Your destination? A solar system not so far away.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6282021o7
>>6282021Farewell and thanks for running. O7
>>6282021thanks for running take care what inspired you? perhaps should have run it as just one creature on some modern world
>>6282294>what inspired you?There was a quest in the autumn of 2020 I think where the few players that participated controlled a mutating creature in the vents and abandoned warehouses of a gigantic pirate station. I think it was titled "Alien Egg". It was grindy and not very well thought-out, but fairly fast. When I was thinking of ideas for a quest, I recalled it and decided to give something similar a try. The concept of the Zerg and Stellaris Devouring Swarm civic + Wilderness origin descriptions also contributed to my vision of what I wanted to do.
>>6282899was it the one with the art or without i think there has been 5 of them a fav of mine was the alien spore quest
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work at a small accounting firm somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Texas. By accounts, you are a complete and total nobody.You've spent the last five years of your life doing the same monotonous routine day in and day out. Wake up. Catch a bus. Suffer the indignity of underfunded public transportation for an hour. Arrive at work.Get a cup of coffee. Go to your cubical. Work on financial and tax paperwork for eight hours.Go home. Watch TV. Get a restless six hours of sleep.30 GOTO 10.That's the way it's been up to this point. The job pays well enough and the other options weren't much better. Today begins as much as any other day. You step off the rolling hunk of steel which you could call a bus and into the looming shadow of your workplace, a grey steel and glass monolith that holds nothing but human misery inside. Just how you like it. Ha.Your body and mind prepare to go on autopilot to get through your routine. Your legs carry you forward automatically and your face is set into the daily mask of impassivity.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Lucy's story Yeah, let's be anal about PPE from now on. >>6285012>Head down to MEDBAYFor PPE, something for our headache, and anything else that looks promising>ABNORMALITY MATERIALS STORAGEAdvice and whatever other goodies we can score.
>>6285012>Use the map to explore the facility. Best to learn the layout of this place. (Unlocks a new location to explore during FREE TIME before and after a SHIFT.)>Head down to MEDBAY. You want to 'borrow' some medical supplies and protective gear. Maybe you can get something for Lucy as well?
>>6285012>Head down to MEDBAY. You want to 'borrow' some medical supplies and protective gear.We needed a hazmat suit yesterday.>Head down to ABNORMALITY MATERIALS STORAGE. You want to talk to some other researchers, maybe they can give some advice.
>>6285012>>Head back to LOST AND FOUND. Let's see what goodies you can steal this time. (DC 43. You may write in a category of items to look for.)>Use the map to explore the facility. Best to learn the layout of this place. (Unlocks a new location to explore during FREE TIME before and after a SHIFT.)
>>6285012Backing >>6285050
Amidst the constants of creation, rarely do they surpass warfare; rarely are they such as warfare, rarely do they betide such as warfare. It is a disaster born not of the tides nor of the sun, but of the nature of men and beast, of crown and country, of the realities of the world as it was made. It is a sordid affair, all too rife with the death and destruction of good men, of the loss of what is built, of what has been developed; yet nonetheless, it cannot be stopped, for much as forests must burn to be reborn anew, so must men fight to retain their honor.Not the honor of kings, of nobles and knights, whose valorous flights of combat do see them rise to the heights of their station, or sink into the depths of destruction, but the honor of civilization, of one's tribe and country, of one's hometown; for how may they survive, if those guards which keep them safe lay in waste? As the wicked fight their wars of tyranny, of barbarism and plundering, what can just men do but take the sword as their response, and vanquish them on the field?But not all conflicts end in the field, though it is most favorable when they do so. If a king will not lead his men into the fight, if a nation will not come to terms of defeat after having seen their marching men cut down, then the fight must be taken to the home of men, to their villages and their towns, to their cities and their castles. And what pain does not arise from the fighting of such battles? As men raise walls to defend their homes, men make engines to tear them down; as the walls grow in their complexity, so do the engines, ever veering towards longer conflicts, bloodier and more brutal - years, decades may be wasted in the taking of a single city.It is the year 1524 in the Age of Our Splendour, the 1,524th Year since the races of men were graced with the knowledge of our most good maker, since the wisest of prophets and holiest of men, graced with blessings from on high, founded the church upon with the Faith has been built. With the arrival of the age of gunpowder, the walls of men have risen higher than they ever have before, and sieges have grown to scales which had never before been seen. And soon, you shall be partaking in one of them.
>>6284680>Sbrava
>>6284680>>Lily Coast
>>6284684>>6284810>>6285080Lily Coast>>6284693>>6284697>>6284738>>6284832>>6284884Sbrava Wins.
Alright, this update might take a while, so I won't be able to finish it today. In order to tide you over until then, here's a political map of Straccia as of the year 1543Feel free to ask any questions you have about it, and I can give some 'short' answers (not a full writeup, mind, you'll have to read about them in the book to get that)
>>6285164Are any States based on historical irl analogues?
Rolled 7, 3, 20, 9, 5, 11, 5, 8, 3, 2, 12, 16 = 101 (12d20)Some jackass with blinged out shades and an afro just ran you over with his bright red sportscarYour body got sent flying into the air and crashed into a dumpster, but that wasn't what killed you. Nor was it the coyote living in the dumpster. Oh, it mauled you real good and made you question the state of society, where dangerous animals like that roamed free in the city streets, but despite everything you were going to make it.Even getting hit with a splash of corrosive acid - thrown by a fine young gentlemen who was probably aiming for the nearest unaccompanied woman scurrying about in violation of his peoples' religious law - would not be enough to kill you. Scar you and melt some of the flesh off your face? Of course! The pain was agonizing.Deadly? Nope! As a proud Brit born and raised in London, you of course kept a stiff upper lip and did your best to keep calm and carry on. Even the local urban youth, who put a pause in their beatings of that poor oriental woman to come put a few more bruises could not get you down. For King and Country you would endure, just as your old man endured the bombings of blitz!At least, until, the worst thing imaginable happened. You said something bad on the Twitter... wait, no, it's the X now that a certain Boer gentleman purchased it from the Yanks. Well, he is a Yank, but still.[I say, country's going to hell in a handbasket! Wild animals running amok, hit and runs, and lads beating old ladies instead of helping them across the street! What's an Old Briton to do?]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6277360>The rusted over steel door.
>>6277360>The humble homely wooden doorNot my first choice, but want QM to have some tiebreaker
>>6277360>>The door that's made of flesh.
>>6277360>>The door that looks like a pane of glass
>>6277360>The door that's made of flesh.
You are an exorcist, a psychic soldier that has been extensively trained and indoctrinated by the CAIN organization, for the sole purpose of executing humanity's sins. Sins are monsters that manifest from the negative emotions and traumas of humanity, threats that only things like you are equipped to face. You are stained in a similar way to them, but unlike a sin, you are given the unique chance to reach absolution through unrelenting violence. Do not waste it.You are about to be deployed to a hunt, against an Ogre sin, a type of creature that is often born of despair and hopelessness. You are the blade that has been sent out to wipe the stain. What kind of blade are you?
>>6277805>> I want to bond to Diligence-02. This will make it impossible for me to do anything less than perfect, and I will struggle to take the "easy route" on anything, finding it far more intuitive to do things thoroughly and completely. In return, I will be able to look far into the past of objects that I touch, gain benefits when using well-crafted objects, and gain the ability to take fragments of my own soul (and eventually, the souls of others) and craft them into psychic objects.
>>6277805> You are bound to Diligence-02, with all the restrictions and benefits that entails.> In addition to your normal blasphemy powers, you are also currently able to: Take up to 6 points of damage to look back that many years in an object's history. Chip off a fragment of your soul, temporarily weakening it, to give an object a psychic effect related to its perceived traits and usage.You left CASTLE dormitories around three hours ago, rising from the ocean, moving onto a boat, and getting dropped off at the shore. From there, you waited alongside your team to get picked up by your handler, then boarded the train where you now sit.Upon boarding, your handler Sandra paid for your fares in exact cash. Jude, Theo, and Kiki are sitting around you in various positions. Sandra is a CAT IV Smother user, who bought her pieces of silver years ago, abdicating from the hunt. You envy her on a level that you don't quite like to think about. She's been on another end of the train for around fifteen minutes now, on a call with someone. She'll probably return once she's done.Around you, train itself largely looks like it’s almost entirely empty, because it is. Most of the floor, seats, walls, and ceiling are colored in some shade of monochrome or blue, and only one or two people are even in the same car as you, with their attention dedicated to a phone and a laptop respectively. It’s raining somewhat hard outside the windows. It smells like cleaning fluid, some other passenger’s pungent perfume or deodorant, and a very faint scent of piss. It feels sterile here, like something that was only built with humans tangentially in mind. Though, you don't really count as one of those anymore.You don't know much about your team, currently, since you were reassigned after your last hunt. All the information you have so far is the debriefs you got on them upon reassignment, the experiences of a few days of mandatory "bonding exercises," and the observations you've made over the last few hours.
>>6278072Theo is sitting diagonal from you, with his shaggy brown hair covering his face as he taps away at his issued cell phone, playing Pong. He wears a suit of well-fitted formalwear, and quality shoes. He's snarky, and lazy, and won't leave you the fuck alone, but at least he knows how to do things properly. During the mandatory "bonding exercises" over the last few weeks, he's been very competent, even if he's insufferable the entire time. He has connections, and knows how to leverage his scrip. He's a March user, capable of commanding immense power over the world. It's like your powers, but ruder. He doesn't actually converse with objects, instead he orders them around. When you consider Theo:> You desperately want him to be kinder to the objects he commands, and are drawn to the fact that he interfaces with them somewhat like you do. You want to scream in his face.> You think he's straightforwardly a piece of shit, and stupid too. You pray for him to be reassigned someday, preferably soon.> You try not to think about him, as much as you can. He's useful when he's useful, and he can be... mostly ignored, when he isn't.Jude is sitting beside you, checking his bags for the third time this trip to ensure he hasn't forgotten anything back at the dorms. He's wearing a well-fitted and high-quality cassock, alongside a quality pair of shoes, and is clearly of southeast Asian descent. He's your team's Shutter user, capable of using the polaroid slung across his body to capture and manipulate the world. He's shown himself to be very worrisome, and very obviously expresses extreme discomfort when he is powerless or in the dark in any situation. When you consider Jude:> You think he seems effective enough, and appreciate the extensive care he puts towards the work he does, even in spite of his attitude.> You think he's excessively rude and controlling, and dislike him intensely. If he focused on honing competence rather than controlling every variable, he wouldn't need to worry and plan so much.> You think he's a fine enough teammate, and hope he's an asset instead of a liability.Kiki is sitting across from you, twiddling her thumbs and staring out the window with a focused look on her face, obvious in spite of the blindfold that covers about a third of it. Her hands are covered by sinflesh leather gloves, and she wears comfortable shoes and a high-quality fitted habit, minus the traditional face covering. She's straightforward, and blunt, and makes far more sense than other people often do. You enjoy talking to her more than most people. According to your debrief, the gloves and blindfold are present to mitigate the natural risks that her sin marks pose. She is a Pugile user, an exorcist that focuses and controls their sin to make themselves stronger, at great risk to themselves. When you consider her sin marks:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6278074>You try not to think about him, as much as you can. He's useful when he's useful, and he can be... mostly ignored, when he isn't.> You think he seems effective enough, and appreciate the extensive care he puts towards the work he does, even in spite of his attitude.> You hope they don't get in the way of the mission.
>>6278074>You try not to think about him, as much as you can. He's useful when he's useful, and he can be... mostly ignored, when he isn't.> You think he seems effective enough, and appreciate the extensive care he puts towards the work he does, even in spite of his attitude.> You hope they don't get in the way of the mission.Mission comes first.
For generations, the Kingdom of Lindan has been under siege by an otherworldly threat. One that with naught but a wave of the hand can level entire cities. Demons from Earth plague the land and wreak havoc wherever they go. They hail from a barbarous and most unusual land and possess skills that defy all magic, science, and logic. Known as Cheat Skills, these abilities let the Strangers from Earth gain extraordinary power without any effort. As such, every one of these Strangers can bring on the end of all times should they desire. Yet, despite the insurmountable threat the Strangers possess, the Goddess’ Inquisition has sent these beasts back each time. A thankless job that has seen these heroes who exist above the law become more reviled than praised, but a job that is nonetheless required for the future existence of Lindan.You are one of these Inquisitors. Well, kind of. You are Lorina de Lindan, third to the throne of Lindan and the Imperial Princess. Though someone would be forgiven for forgetting that fact if they were to look at you now. If it wasn’t for your oh so expensive attire, you might even be mistaken for a common forest bandit! It isn’t as though what you’re doing now, waiting to attack a carriage filled with nobility, in the middle of the night, is much different than their usual habits. Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition
>>6284701“Shut up, Midori! You don’t know a single thing about me! I’ve helped people! I’ve saved lives! You think I could do that if I didn’t push you away! It’s called ‘changing’, haven’t you heard of it! I’ve changed, and it’s been for the better! I’m a different girl now, and I’m better than I ever was when you were in control!”When have I ever been in control? There was just the time when we were together before you decided to run from me, to lock me away in this sword of yours. When I didn’t have to try and seep out to influence our body.“My life has been better since I took over, don’t you get it! I do have friends now! People who care about me. All you’ve done is give me a crash course on why you should stay in the fucking sword. I mean, wouldn’t it be better if you just died? This is my life now, I’m not the scared girl from Tokyo anymore! I’m an Inquisitor whose job it is to take spiteful little rejects like you out of this world and, in doing so, to inspire the people of this world with my blinding radience!”We have always been an egoist, haven’t we? Even back then, we thought we were better than everyone else…“No, you thought we were better than everyone else! I know I am. At least, I’m better than you ever were.”And yet, you won’t be able to escape this situation alone. If you keep up your lie, this is where you’ll die. I mean… I guess it’s not too bad an ending, your adventure was worth at least 12 episodes, and that’s enough for a season.“Shut up, I’m going to find a way out of this and continue on like I always have since I’ve been here. Can’t you see that this world is the best thing that’s ever happened to me? To us?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6284703>”Not ever.” You’re sword is wrong. You’re more powerful now than you ever were. All it will take for you to save everyone is a blast of blazing radiance, the kind that will dazzle the eye and the soul.>You don’t reply, not in words. But you smile back. You’ve had your twelve episodes of fun, but what good is a season two without a little bit of change? After all, you are Midori Suzuki, a Stranger, and within you lies the power to destroy the world.
>>6284705>”Not ever.” You’re sword is wrong. You’re more powerful now than you ever were. All it will take for you to save everyone is a blast of blazing radiance, the kind that will dazzle the eye and the soul.
>>6284705>”Not ever.” You’re sword is wrong. You’re more powerful now than you ever were. All it will take for you to save everyone is a blast of blazing radiance, the kind that will dazzle the eye and the soul.Nice update strange
>>6284705Holy shit Big revelations Good thing we chose MarieYou don’t reply, not in words. But you smile back. You’ve had your twelve episodes of fun, but what good is a season two without a little bit of change? After all, you are Midori Suzuki, a Stranger, and within you lies the power to destroy the world.
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?You are Rosa Montagni, and after the successful cult roundup operation at Pinewatch, you've headed north towards the direction of the Reality Anchor. Alas, inclement weather greets you as you went - crevasses, flashfrost, and even a Dammerlicht batter your chartered autowagon. Just when hope seemed to be snuffed out by the Dammerlicht, you and your crew were saved by the Lady of the Pines, who deposited you near a cabin.Your two hosts turned out to be the goddess Skadi and her wife - and that her Reality Anchor was just a short walk away. While Nemo went to check the anchor, you entertained Skadi by cooking up one of grandma Ko's recipes - but the special ingredient you added, grated duplicate relic, caused almost everyone's sins to pop out as their doppelganger of sorts. Of course it's up to you to fix this mess...
Oh, BTW, this is not an average of 3, but average of all voters - so those who haven't rolled and wish to, please do!
>>6284188If it's sum + division of all voters, the more of us vote, the least interresting the result will be
>>6284803Mmm, very well, I'll draw and write then.15 + 4 + 19 = 3838 ÷ 3 = 12 ⅔Ooh, a fraction!
Yeah, if you wanted "closer to crits", the way to make it so more rolls improved it would be by having the calculation be "farthest edge case gets picked" so for example, If you rolled a 5, a 9 and a 13, five would get picked because it's closer to 1 than 13 is to 20.Just a thought about the math, of course.
>>6284991Something like "average of 3 lower OR average of 3 higher, regarding which one is more extreme" makes us roll much IMO
An icy wind blows through the small, barred window of the interrogation room threatening to put out the only torch illuminating the small cramped space. The sound of dripping water patters to the ground in uneven drops as the icicle that had formed under the torch's sconce hours ago melted from the heat of the flame. It was an almost defiant sound as the water refused to return to it's icy prison. It was this battle of the elements that seemed to add to the tension of the small room. Across the table from you were a pair of guards clad in plate and chain mail. One of the two bore a full helm that he never removed. Part of you wondered why. With the temperatures so cold, it must have been incredibly uncomfortable to wear ice cold metal over their head. Or perhaps the helmet was slightly stuffy as most of the man's breath would be contained within the helmet thus keeping it warm. The sound of something slamming into the table pulls you away from your thoughts. "I'm telling you. We know as much as you do!" Irene shouts as she glares daggers at the two men in front of you. The two of you had been in detainment for about an hour or so after the fight. The guard directly in front of you, a rather serious man who was clearly at the end of his patience speaks up once more. "And we're telling you that it makes no sense that two foreigners, who just recently arrived, immediately find signs of heresy in our city. So we can only assume that you might have had something to do with this." He says, his arms crossed and hands tugging irritably at one of his sleeves. Irene throws her hands up in the air. "What more do you want us to say? That we're here to kill the High Priest? Maybe burn the whole city of Valford and it's surrounding towns to the ground?!" Irene shouts back. "We've told you already! We're just travelers!""You'd do well to keep your servant in check, sir. Her outbursts look poorly on your house." The guard grunts out through gritted teeth. "I'm not his servant! I'm his teammate! He's not even a noble!" Irene continues to shout. The two of them had been arguing in circles for quite some time and it seemed that the only thing you and the other guard had in common was that neither of you seemed to have the opening to speak up. Part of you found it very amusing and another part of you found it rather fascinating. Irene was never like this outside of the game. She was always far more calm and collected. As a matter of fact, you don't think you'd ever seen her angry at work.
You slowly make your way towards the dead body expecting someone to say something or attempt to stop you but no one does. You dig in your pockets for a moment to draw out a silk handkerchief. You had suspected there would be one given the kinds of clothes you were wearing and the fact that your tailor didn't seem like the kind of craftsman who would skimp out on the details. Unsure of how much help it would be, you didn't want to risk the object exploding or perhaps cursing you somehow even with gloves on. Part of you still expected for the damn thing to roar to life, to drain the obviously magical energies from the object to regenerate and kill you all. You suppose if it was possible then it was even more reason to pull the thing free. The blue glow neither grows brighter nor dimmer as you wrap the handkerchief around it and pull. There's a slight resistance to your efforts, almost imperceptible, like faint cling of a weak magnet but not due to the fact that it was still partially embedded in the monster's flesh. In that regard, it slides out without effort. The scale turns out to be the size of a small plate about half as much bigger than your own hand. You straighten up and hold out the scale for the others to see. "What the hell is that?" The second command asks, breathless. "It's a scale of some ki-" You begin before you feel every muscle in your body seize up. The glow of the object flares up momentarily looking like a blue flame before returning to it's dull glow. Rather than feeling a surge of heat or a burning sensation, a cold trickle envelopes your body. No, it was more like all the heat was being sucked out of your flesh and in it's place you feel...hate. Your vision winks out and is immediately replaced with a view of some kind of cavern. Walls slick with meters thick ice, snow being whipped around like a blizzard, and dozens of figures before you murmuring as if in reverence. Hate burns within you threatening to explode and take you with it. From a throat that isn't your own, a roar emerges and threatens to bring down the very walls around you. The murmurs become wails or perhaps chants but they seem all but oblivious to the storm around them and the cracking ice. Then just as quickly as it came, it's gone and your vision returns to see the group of three only just barely running towards you.
You stumble backwards both in surprise and from your legs almost giving out. Every muscle in your body hurts as they relearn to loosen up and relax. Two of the gunners grab your arms and help you to the floor but even as you do you note that your hand refuses to let go of the scale. "Hey, hey. Buddy, you ok? What the hell happened?" The rookie asks. "You looked like you got hit with some kind of electric arc." The captain says, looking around now alert. "Was it some kind of spell? Maybe we have a hidden spell caster around." He asks before motioning to the two besides you. "Go and secure a perimeter. Make sure we don't have anymore nasty surprises hiding around." The two gunners nod, grab their weapons, and begin to make their way down the hall once more. "If you see any other guards, let them know this place is more or less contained. See if they can start pushing towards here." He calls out before kneeling next to you. "You good?" He asks. You make a quick note of your HUD. You hadn't taken any damage, nor were there any debuffs or status effects on you.>What do you say?>Tell the group about your vision. Maybe they've heard of something that could relate to it. >Say you think it might have been some kind of defensive curse. Something to keep it out of player's hands. Keep the details of the vision to yourself.>Lie and say you think it was just one last gift from the monster. Probably some attempt to kill who ever interacted with it's body.>Write in.
>>6285122>Lie and say you think it was just one last gift from the monster. Probably some attempt to kill who ever interacted with it's body.If we tell someone other than Irene, it should probably be someone from the church that would know more(this is basically like finding out lizard people are real, which they are in this case)
>>6285122>Tell the group about your vision. Maybe they've heard of something that could relate to it. I doubt they will PK us.
>>6285122>Say you think it might have been some kind of defensive curse. Something to keep it out of player's hands. Keep the details of the vision to yourself.
You are a cell. You are living your best cell life, just doing cell things, like replicating, growing and metabolizing, synthesizing proteins, and moving around. Then, suddenly, one day, one of your neighbor cell starts doing unusual things. Your neighbor cell is spreading out and pushing up into your space. Is this allowed?What are you going to do about it?>Mind your own cell business as usual>Try to interrogate the neighbor cell for more information>Give your neighbor cell your mitochondrias>Kill the offending neighbor cell
>>6275036>Give your neighbor cell your mitochondrias
>>6275525I'm thinking that it's not like mutating these cancer powers for it's cancer existence, I need to turn off DNA repair, I need to turn of tumor suppression, no, these things are just getting more and more broken
the fuck is OP doing with these weird contradictory updates
>>6277240Everybody was a cell each
>>6278435ohhhhhhh........ that explains everything it was a riot quest not a plan quest ...... yeah that needed some introduction
“Let’s open the chest.”The sharp, reinforced scalpel plunged into the Rangdan’s chest. Pangea grip’s tightened, then pulled the blade down and into a Y shape. The tough skin needed a steady pull from the mechanical arms, once open, Pangea and Amar examined each organ. Pangea nudged, pulled, and eventually cut out the organ after studying them, following Amar’s instruction more than doing the examination on her own. “So, how are you feeling, daughter?”Pangea looked across from the Rangdan corpse. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”A sickening plop popped as a tweezer pulled a circular organ. “To see if you’re feeling well. Are you?”She glared. “I’m fine.”“Are you sure? I—”The table rattled as Pangea slammed her fists on the autopsy table. “I said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m mad that Father chose to rob me of my legion, my retinue, and the glory of hunting down the Rangdan, the xeno race I found first!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6284689>Pangea could not help but glimpse into Simos's mindWhat future does does the Vindicare assassin have in the coming war and more importantly does he have orders to kill us if we tell him something Malcador doesnt like ala Horus trying to speak the name Malal(also this is unrelated but how many primarchs have been found? i want to know if we have met mortarion yet because hes my fav)
>>6284689>"What are you allowed to tell me?">>6284712iirc Alpharius, Horus, Fulgrim, Angron, Vulkan, Sanguinius, Leman, the Lion, Magnus, the 2nd Primarch (Rackham), Lorgar, Dorn and Konrad have all been found.
>>6284689>"What are you allowed to tell me?"
>>6284689>What are you allowed to tell me>What future can we see for Simo
The Caretaker Quest - Part 7This is part 7 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>He is currently now trapped inside a poor and weakened girl named Artemis.>This bought you valuable time while you learn how to contain The Beast>Hogwarts is slowly becoming an administrative mess now that Harry Potter himself disappeared.>You have a private investigator lurking around Hogwarts and is heavily suspicious of you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Glad to hear zhat…so vhat do ve do now?”“Well, Merlin is positive that there is something below St.Mungos, so that's our next best shot, but right now it will most likely be under heavy surveillance, so we´ll have to wait a bit before i can go back there…or be very good at sneaking in”“Vhat about Flitvick? can't he help since he is there right now?”“He can't, apparently Potter got him under an unbreakable vow, he knows that something is happening but can't do anything about it, so he is now somewhat involved but we can't count on him at all”“Hmm zhats annoying…vell, You cant go back right now and they can't help you, vhat CAN ve do?”“Well, we´ll most likely go for Artemis in a week or two, until then, we should focus on hunting down as many pieces of The Beast as we can.We know there is one inside Gilderoy, one inside Elliot, and Salazar is inside Artemis”“Salazar is currently not a problem and you can't get close to Gilderoy right now, so zhat leaves us vith Elliot” Willow points out your only option at the moment.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You give Willow a good bye kiss and leave her classroom.It's around 6pm, the sky is slowly turning orange by now and you feel the warmth of the sun as you walk through the corridor that takes you to your office/room.After finding the correct key to your room, you lie down in your bed for a few moments before going and taking a quick shower.You removed the spells on your body the moment you stepped into the castle, but it took you until you stepped out of the shower to finally turn your vest back into the former glory that is your beige coat.Now that everything is back to how it's supposed to be, there is only one thing left for you to decide.You look at your bed, you look at your thermos on top of the table…Will you:>End the day early and go to bed so you can have some proper rest>Fill your thermos cup and go out on patrol to make sure there is nothing else roaming around the schoolComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
and im back...i would like to apologize for the sudden hiatus, i honestly have no real excuse this time, i just hit both a massive writers block and wrote myself into a corner, i´ve been opening my google doc file every day for the last almost 2 weeks trying to find a solution to it, but everytime i thought i had something that could work i would simply freeze and stay there for hours and hours unable to write down anything i wanted to, and the few times i did it wasnt more than a couple of lines at most.but i finally did it, im sorry i said nothing during all this time but for some reason i just felt a crippling fear this time, its not really an excuse but i hope you understand.in any case, now that this is out, i can finally move on from this roadblock and continue with the story, im honestly not happy with the final result of this update, but i simply couldnt delay it anymore, i just had to get this out and be done with so we could all move on.i hope we can recover the pace soon.
>>6284862>>Fill your thermos cup and go out on patrol to make sure there is nothing else roaming around the school
A Power Creature can be anything you imagine, as a clan they can shape a destiny of any form. They might be a team, a family, minions, a pantheon, a company, guardians, etc. They will influence events in two main ways:>Battle: Enemies will fight to oppose the clan. Battles will be resolved by a shuffled selection of one PC against one opponent, the outcome determined by Combat Style, or, if the same, the most experience.>Development: The Clan and PCs can affect their surroundings, themselves, and develop new strategies. Effects could include: restoring losses to the clan, changing the dynamics of battle, brokering alliances, gathering information, creating fortifications etc. To create a Power Creature, simply fill out three descriptions:>General Premise: (visual reference encouraged), briefly outline basic traits and any aptitude for a role in the clan and with other clan members. >Combat Style (pick one): STAB, REPEL, or BLAST (stab defeats repel, repel defeats blast, blast defeats stab)>Movement Class (pick one): SEDENTARY, WRIGGLE, SLITHER, SLIDE, ROLL, CRAWL, RUN, DASH, BOUND, CLAMBER, GLIDE, FLUTTER, DART, FLOW, PHASE or APPARATE. (this will influence selection in the shuffle for battle depending on the distance and terrain traversed)Once there is at least one PC with a Combat Style of every type, the clan activity will begin. You can then suggest developments to pursue, while more PCs can be created at any time.
>>6275414It's always the most promising ones.
I can't say I'm especially surprised.
Nobody wants to take over?
I'm not mad about this quest dying, I'm just disappointed.
>>6277140Haven't got the time, unfortunately. I'm down if someone else wants to.
> 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/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMY https://discord.gg/PvWBE9xnPlayers may begin creating their gods with the format below. Following such, every update I make each player will get to take a turn. Let the birth of your gods begin...Name: <What name will your minions, and other Gods, refer to you as?>Description: <What do you look like? Providing an image of inspiration for your God is preferred but optional.>Domains: <The themes that dictate your God’s powers. You may have anywhere from 1-3 of these domains. The more domains you have, the less powerful each subsection may be.>Color: <The preferred color of your hex on the map.>Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)>>6284669The battle rages as Aeylan defensively parries and deflects the incoming flurry of teeth and claw that prod and recede from its burrow. The knight moves at incredible haste, and with great determination, but he is only of mere equal match for the gargantuan rodent. A lash crawls its way across his chest, as spores seep outwards with a cry of gallant fury.>1st d10 for Fortitude resist>Convert [UI] [1DI] Gliraximum"Gah! You fight with great steel, beast. I take my wound in pride, friend. Soothe thy mettle! Know that you are once at peace, and no more shall the world, be it so large and mysterious, stand to threaten you any longer.">2nd d10 for Convert, +2 from spore spell>>6284612Standing before the Hidden Messenger lies a squadron of minion knights, led by the figure of one no larger than the rest, a wounded Knight in contest with a furred beast.>[MI] Communicate - Hozumi"Alas, men, more dangers approach from the mists! Halt, divine one! I could sense your presence from beyond these strange twisting lands of the same malodor. Heed my word before thy act, and know my men and I mean you no foul nor harm. I have sought its benevolence of this beast, and given such an act my life in whole. Do it no harm, and you shall see none to yourself."
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>6284663"Damnable beast! You think this petty act shall spare you my wrath!?" Drakatron roars, attacking the primal once more.>MA: Attack the same target as beforeMeanwhile, the Sharpclaw begin to organize themselves into packs, hunting down the greater beasts than they could have hunted before.>MA Develop Pack Hunting, AKA Primitive Tactics
Rolled 9, 9 = 18 (2d10)>>6284669tsss sleeps, and as he sleeps he stabs. His spines plunge into the black sand below him, then the black stones below that. They bend and twist and split, spreading, boring holes and cutting paths. Some reach as far as the deep aquifer that feeds the tiny streams and pools of the Bramble Forest. Others poke up in distant places, forming a network of tunnels spanning vast distances across the black desert. Water, no tremendous amounts, but water nonetheless, flows and seeps across the land, forming little pools under outcroppings of stone. Flora and Fauna alike drink the water, and know the blessings of tsss.> Terraform - Create Resource MA 2DI. Great Thorides in the Black DesertHere and there in the black desert, following the meager plantlife that tsss has caused to flourish are the Thorides of the Bramble Forest. Here they drink the water blessed by tsss and eat the plants nurtured by the spiked god, and know the power of stabbing. Spikes and claws grow larger, and with it their body as well. The front claws form into a spade shape, able to easily stab into the sand seeking both water and deep plant roots.> MA. DI Develop. tsssball!tsss likes going places! But tsss is sometimes bad at going to them! tsss actually pretty sure tsss has already been here! Or close to here? tsss not so sure. But tsss has good idea! stab basssed movement! tsss has friends and friends can stab tsss to send tsss to new places! Or strangers! Or enemies! tsss pretty sure everyone friend though!> MOVE!A rolling tsss is a happy tsss> Terraforming Dice!
Rolled 5 (1d6)>>6285061Movement dice
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>6285064> Automatic attack against settlement in tsss' pathBells ring, people flee, and like an excited puppy tsss barrels up the stairs of the temple to say hello. "tsss has come to learn ack! You punctured! Ancient sskill!"
