You laid on the cold floor, eyes heavy and limbs numb. On your left, the sun had begun to set… Probably the last one you’ll witness. Second by second, life slowly drained from your body. You weren’t a hero or a savior, but you’d like to think you gave more good to the world than evil. With that final thought, you closed your eyes one last time. “O brave soul…”Or not.You stood on a clear floor that reflected you, in an empty space that stretched as far as you could see. The clouds were no longer grey, but fluffy and white in a sea of blue sky. A woman stood, no, an angel…“I beseech you to save my people. I am Lumina, the goddess of my people. What should have been your eternal rest, I have taken your soul in order to save my world.”Her wings fluttered as the golden light around her head glowed. Everything passed by so fast it was difficult to catch up. You didn’ t think of yourself as a hero either. You were a survivor.[Choose character] >Character 1 Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6360767>>Write-in>A musket spear! Also known as a musket with a bayonet!
>>6360767>A flintlock sword
I apologize for the sudden end of this qst but I need to put this qst down. I thought I would be on hold until my class started in March, but I got a sudden order and am currently in class which I cannot miss and must focus on since I'm in the Army now. Again, my apologies for starting a quest and putting it back down so quickly
>>6361710welp, at least I thank you for warning us
>>6360767>A musket axeWoodsman maxxing
We are back! Only a year after the first thread. I’m like that, sorrynotsorry. You are Alyssa NicNivara, High Elven lady archmage of the seventh order, stuck in this strange backwards land called ‘Westeros’ with your sister Anya, a cleric of the Dawnfather, your druidess colleague Eva, and four mortal partymembers you scarcely know. Where we left off, you and your party were demonstrating what duels of the mighty look like to these folk who do not know power; your duel with Anya involved you turning into a Sea Dragon and accidentally frightening many spectators, and then polymorphing into a 20-foot-tall-Sun Giant - which is when Lord Stark happened to walk in, at just the right moment to witness you beating your sister over the head with her own summoned Leskylor. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62761627?view_full_work=truehttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6182755/https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/westeros-elf-wizard-quest-archive.1213676/>Just another day in the life. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6364870>1) Standing as a party beside Winterfell’s household, one group of sovereign actors greeting another.We've been nothing but cordial and proper this whole time, it would pretty much be out of character to snub the king of the entire realm now.And, while I wouldn't really want to show the Lanisters anything, that's meta gaming, as it were.
>>6364870>>6364887Alyssa's main work for the last eighty years has been making magic trinkets for kings and both magic and mundane machinery for manufacturers. Being petitioned and commissioned is how she operates, and for an elven archmage, appropriate to her status and station. Not meeting King Robert at once could be viewed as inconsistent with the party's current strategy if you wish, as Alyssa has so far taken a straightforward but cordial route, but it's not out of character for her per se.
>>6364870>>3) Don’t appear in the courtyard, but send King Robert a proper invitation to meet with you and Anya formally somewhere in Winterfell’s Great Keep.
>>6364870>1) Standing as a party beside Winterfell’s household, one group of sovereign actors greeting another.
>>6364870>>2) With the Starks, but dispersed, with each party member on their own and embedded in the household.
>Now with intro theme music https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a Golden Power handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.But one day a terrible Demon was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious Shadow Tribe. He dwelt atop an enormous Black Tower, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...The Shadow Tribe's sacred duty was to protect the Golden Power by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.One among their number rose to the challenge, and used Shadow Magic to pursue the Demon to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the Hero of Shadows, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Then a big rock on the other side of the diagram shakes. "Now, another way to go, which might appeal to a masochistic daredevil of your delinquent disposition is... Well, breaking into the Archives, slipping past whatever security system that Ki guy has on deck, filching that shabby old set of Zora Armor, and freestyling the both of us across miles of open ocean and underneath the Warlord's Naval Blockade unseen, on your own, without getting eaten by a Giant Fish or some other sea beast along the way. And you just ate a huge meal, so yaknow, there's cramps to think about!" He adds. A beat passes. "Aside from all the other things about this plan I don't exactly love, I'd like to point out that if we lead with the Zora Armor and you end up caught, you won't have another chance to hitch a ride on the Secret Ship, seeing as the only thing getting loaded on there tomorrow is child soldiers. Other way around though, you get busted trying to sneak on, they may keep an extra eye on you but they'd never think you were suicidal enough to try swimming ashore in some rusty old armor from that egg-head's reliquary - but that's just on account of them not knowin' you like I do, right?" He snickers. "Anyhow, it reeks of backup plan to me, yaknow, daring and desperate in equal measure." You take a deep breath, and squat down next to his little diagram, weighing out your options. "Of course, you might have figured some other idea when I wasn't looking... Or maybe you aren't feeling the whole stealth and subterfuge routine after a long day of shopping, and you'd rather just swipe a canoe and try to just race out of the Atoll that way? With a proper boat you could travel a lot farther than with the armor, and you'd be able to go whichever way you want - but you'd better be ready to really work those skinny teenage arms of yours, eh? I can't hold a paddle. No thumbs." Oshi finally adds. What's your play? >Stowaway on the Secret Ship for an express trip to the Lost Marsh >Attempt to steal the Zora Armor for a night swim >Simply try to steal a canoe from the pier and out-sail whoever it is comes after you >Write-in (whatever plan you may have cooked up based on what Zuzo saw or did today)
>>6366760>Stowaway on the Secret Ship for an express trip to the Lost MarshIt's go time!
>>6366760>Stowaway on the Secret Ship for an express trip to the Lost Marsh Norm makes a valid point. This may as well be our first effort, with boat or armor to follow IF needed.
>>6366760>Stowaway on the Secret Ship for an express trip to the Lost Marsh
>>6366760>>Stowaway on the Secret Ship for an express trip to the Lost MarshI wonder if a Secret Ship has secret compartments, but nothing wrong with good ol boxes. Might be worth it to try the Lens on a few parts of the Ship?
you play as Argia Candente, the silver-haired Hand of Ansàrra. After proving your worth in your darkest hour, your Goddess has blessed you with many gifts. But the door to the Night opens, and the final hour looms…# # # # # #Welcome to the eight thread of Argia Candente’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a newly-found F-cup, by Ansàrra’s grace) Holy Knight (fully-fledged now!) with a penchant for daydreaming and less plagued by self-doubt after Ansàrra’s own blessings, on a quest to save the world from the resurgent Seven Sisters and their demonic rule..For tomorrow dawns in darkness, and you may have to bear the light of Her sun upon your very shoulders…So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from.And then let’s decide together where we are going.
>>6366516>As above, but the promise will only extend up to Carnaval. The Sun-Birther’s Will is still absolute, friendship or no friendship.>Add a suggestion>And if it's not enough or if Lithala doubts your nerve when the time comes, then with the sun-birther as your witness and on your honor as a knight of Ansàrra you will openly pledge an oath of friendship in front of your master, Carnaval, Rosandra and your girls, swearing mutual aid to the adversary against the seven sisters and bearing no arms against each other.The Stilladìa already knows how much Willow means to Argia so there's no point on her trying to play coy on what Argia can or can not offer her, they both know saying no to Ansàrra is impossible, that ship already sailed the minute she made her pledge to the sun-birther in front of the Stilladìa herself (and I doubt she would respect someone that would willingly throw her loyalty away the minute things become inconvenient).However even if Carnaval, Rosandra or even her master outrank her, she can still think for herself, the sheer sincerity of the act should throw even the Stilladìa off her game at least. >“But of course! Now I have to share you even with that bitch! I—”That is, if Willow doesn't doom the negotiations before they even start.
>>6366516>As above, but you will also throw in another promise: you will interfere if it comes to direct confrontation between Lithala and Ansàrra.>You will also visit her with some regularity.
>>6366516>You will offer what Willow offers: info about Ansàrra’s past. Informations in exchange for safe, quick passage there so you can extract her… and kill the Worm.
>>6366516>As above, but the promise will only extend up to Carnaval. The Sun-Birther’s Will is still absolute, friendship or no friendship.I feel good about this.
>>6366516>As above, but the promise will only extend up to Carnaval. The Sun-Birther’s Will is still absolute, friendship or no friendship.Come on, Lithala. there are limits. But...>Add a suggestionIf she were to make Willow a knight, it would certainly be good fit, and we would be both hard-pressed to ever fight her and happy to visit often...
A soft quiet hangs over the forest as you run through the underbrush. Compared to the lobby, it felt like a heavy blanket was draped over the arena and muffled everything outside. You do your best to not break the silence with your movement as you hurry through the forest. Spawns in an arena match are static but there were a few different locations where one could be spawned in. The limited amount of spawn points meant that anyone could narrow down the location of their opponent by heading over to them and seeing if they were there. That was, of course, assuming that their opponent hadn't moved in the interim. With how defenseless you were right now, you were sure that one or two direct hits from a simple spell would be disastrous. Not to mention her aim was far better than any newbie you ever saw. It would be best not to underestimate her, especially now that she had practice. You slide behind a fallen log and go prone. You strain your ears for any sound of your opponent but the silence persists. You needed to formulate a strategy. The set up of your fight was quite simple, each of you had 3 healing potions and 3 mana potions. Not too egregious but enough to give each other a pick me up in case of a bad hit. You're not sure how well you'd be able to utilize the mana potions at the moment but the healing potions could come in handy in a pinch. You also had your ability to cheat death once per real world day. It was an ability that Serena didn't know about and you weren't really sure you wanted to use for a simple spar. Lifting up your coat, you make sure that your canister of fuel on your hip was locked in and ready to use. A quick adjustment of the wrist and the nozzle for your igniter, a miniaturized flamethrower, pops up and ready to use. You only had about 5 shots with a single can unless you decided to empty it completely for a large wall of fire. Finally, you reach down and pop off the small buckle on your belt. You flick the small lid off of the fake lighter and see the tiny grapple hook pop out, ready to fire and zip you towards your target or pull something towards you if it was light enough. These were just two of the gadgets you had built in what you hoped would be a small arsenal of tricks you could use. Even so, you weren't sure how well they could carry you now that you were playing a class without features.
"I...I can't." You start, your hands shaking so much that you squeeze them hard enough to worry you'd dislocate some fingers if they were real. Ming's face falls. She pulls back, a look of hurt in her eyes. "I mean...not here." You quickly add, heart thumping loudly in your ears. "I'll tell you outside the game. Irl." You motion for one of the servants. "Get me something to write on." You say and you're handed a pen and note pad. You quickly scrawl the address of The Oasis on it and hand it to Ming. "This is where I work. I do the afternoon and part of the night shift. If you come over around midnight, I should be free and there shouldn't be too many people there either. I'll tell you everything then." You explain. "I think you deserve to hear it in person...not with me hiding behind a fake character." You add with a mumble. Ming reads the note and clutches it close to her like a fragile treasure. She gives you a small nod. "Ok..." She says with a whisper. "I have a scrim coming up so I'll be busy with practice until next week but after that I'll come find you." She pauses for a moment and with a bit more bravery adds, "I didn't know you lived nearby. We all thought you lived out of state.""Really?""Yeah. You never really spoke about home and always stayed during holidays and stuff. We all just thought it was because it was too expensive to go back home." Ming admits. "You really kept your personal life to yourself.""Oh...well you'll know why when we talk." You say, a bit more blunt than you intended. The two of you remain quiet not really sure what to say. It was miserable. You want to do something, anything, than just sit here and let things just be this unbearable. You take a deep breath before standing up so suddenly that it knocks over the chair. "Get me a paper back." You say before you can let yourself think again. "And prepare the bridge stage with a training chest." The servants seem to hesitate with confusion but they do as they're told. "Young master, you...wish to have a match with the young lady?" The head butler asks, his tone polite but slightly wary. "Something like that." You say before turning to Ming. "Come on." You motion for her to follow you as you stuff as many snacks into the paper bag. "John...I don't...I'm not really in the mood." She protests quietly.
"I don't want to fight. You came for target practice, right? Let's go practice. Just for a bit." You say and hold out your hand. It was still shaking slightly but you remember how many hours the two of you used to just hang out on the bridge stage and just...do nothing. You'd talk or do dumb tricks on the edges of the bridge. If it wasn't climbing buildings and hanging out in the open world, it was probably just goofing around in an arena. Sometimes you'd drag Lance along and try to shove him off. It never really worked, but it was just dumb fun you used to have to blow off steam. You could never go back to those days, part of you knew it. Just like you'd never see your dad again. But part of you just wanted to experience a facsimile of those days even if for just a moment. Part of you hoped that Ming did too and maybe, just maybe, the two of you could just hang out like you used to. Ming hesitates for a moment before she takes your hand. "Alright." She says her voice a mix of emotions as she takes your hand. "Just cuz it's you." She tries to joke but it felt a bit hollow. Still, you appreciated the attempt. The two of you walk through the door and step into the darkness of the loading area. ---Hundreds of stars litter the night sky above the bridge. Growing up in the city, you came to appreciate how beautiful the night sky looked without all the light pollution. It made the nights in game even more special to you. You spend a moment staring at it, trying to calm down a bit, before looking at Ming. Both sides of the bridge had torches lining them to provide just enough light for players to be able to fight without accidentally throwing themselves off the stage. In that light, Ming seemed smaller than usual, more vulnerable, as she also looked up at the night sky. You leave her be for the moment and make your way to the chest in the center of the bridge. The training chest contained a multitude of items that players could spawn from the menu it opened that players could use to practice. From basic target dummies and weapons to various materials and traps for construction such as the disk throwers that Ming used to practice her aim. "Do you still use the same size targets?" You ask, breaking the silence. Ming unslings her rifle. "No. I use smaller ones now." She says, politely. "Smaller? What are you shooting quarters now?" You say, trying for a light-hearted joke. It falls flat but like Ming's joke, she seems to appreciate the attempt. "No. More like dimes." She shoots back. "But we can just use the usual clay disks. I just like shooting them and still call it practice." She admits as she walks over. You nod and load in a generic clay pigeon into the disk thrower. "How long have been using this lobby?" You ask.
"I never stopped." Ming admits as she raises her rifle and her visor lowers on it's own. It reminds you of how your helm would automatically cover your head when you transformed. You pull the rope and the clay disk soars through the night for a moment before there's a loud crack from the rifle and it explodes. "At first, I would just go like always to work off stress." She continues her hand drawing back the rifle's bolt in one fluid motion. You load another disk and fire the machine. There's another bang of the rifle followed by the sound of the bolt being drawn again and the empty bullet casing falling to the ground. "But then...I started hoping I'd see you again. Maybe you just needed a break. Maybe something important happened but you'd come back." Another shot, another case hitting the ground. You quietly set up another thrower and pull both ropes. There's barely any time between both shots as Ming blasts them out of the air without hesitation. "Mostly...I was just hoping that at the very least we would hang out again. That you'd spawn into the arena and maybe try to shove me off or scare me." You send off another two into the air. You knew that feeling all to well. The hope that you'd see your dad walk out of the doors of his hospital room. That the doctors said there was a miraculous remission. Or that he'd just waltz in through the front door during those long stressful nights that the staff had forced you to go home. But just like he never did, you never logged back on. "Eventually, it just became a habit. Eventually, I stopped hoping and moved on. I stopped thinking about you and this place just became somewhere I'd go to get away from it all. My own little hidey hole." She says, putting down the next set of disks, but there's something in her voice that tells you she's lying. "That's not true...is it?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Ming looks at you, her mouth in a tight smile. "No." She admits lowering her rifle. "I never did stop hoping that someday, you'd show up. Sometimes I wouldn't think it but it'd always be in the back of my mind. It looks like my patience finally paid off though. You're here...and we're shooting just like old times."You look away for a moment, guilt eating at you again. "Hey...are you gonna tell Lance about this?" You ask, forcing yourself to look at her. "If anyone else deserves to know what's going on..." You swallow with difficulty. "I mean if he wants to know...I guess I'd tell him too." Ming gives you a sad look. "I...haven't talked to Lance in years, John. He was the one who talked to Evolution to help me get on their team but ever since then he went radio silent. Any interviews people tried to get with the two of us, he'd decline. Any calls or texts eventually ended up going to a disconnected number." She says.
"W-what? Why? What about matches? You could at least talk to him then." You ask, all guilt burned away from confusion. Lance wasn't the kind of person to simply cut someone off like that. Not without a good reason like in your case. It didn't make sense that he'd help someone only to immediately cut then out of his life. "He's...distant. Polite but he always answers the question before excusing himself. I tried talking to his team but even they don't know. From what they told me, he's like that to everyone outside his company." Ming says and you feel your thoughts skip a beat. "Company? Like the people he hangs out with?" Once again Ming shakes her head."John, Lance isn't just the captain of Rising Dragon. He owns the team and everything about it." You balk at that. "He...he owns it? But...how?""I don't know. He just suddenly reappeared in the competitive scene with a new team and you know how he is. With his strategies, they got a foothold and worked their way to the top. He's always been good with contracts and stuff. I think his dad was a lawyer." Ming explains. "He never talked about his personal life much either but I don't think his dad was behind it.""No. I don't think so either." You agree. Lance was a great team player. Never hogging the spot light, never demanding that everyone elevate him. His plans were meticulous and took advantage of everyone's strength. But outside the game, hated being a mooch or a dependent for anyone else. If he could do it himself, then he would learn to do it. If he couldn't afford something, he'd rather go without it than ask to borrow money. The idea of him relying on his father's connections or skills in his career was just not possible. You set up a third disk thrower. "I'm glad he's doing well." You finally say. "I'm glad you're all doing well." You fire them all three throwers and each disk is easily shot down. "You know, it was hard working at The Oasis. The boss is a big fan of Nevermore. Tried to get me to play alot. Not to mention the customers. It seemed like every day there was an argument I had to tune out about the game." You say with a small smile. "But...looking back, it's kind of heart warming knowing my favorite game was doing well.""Why did you play again?" Ming asks. "Are you gonna come back? To the pro scene?" This time it's your turn to shake your head.
"No. Sorry." You say. "I think my time has come and gone. I only started to play...I don't know why to be honest. Maybe I missed the game. Maybe things just got so hard that I wanted to get away. What ended up happening is I started to remember what I loved about the game outside the competitive scene. The teamwork, the exploration, the discovery. I'm having fun just teaching newbies and killing bosses. I don't need fame to enjoy the game I love." You say looking out at the night sky. "Remember those days? When we'd wander the world and get into trouble? Remember when you shot me in the rear when were backtracking and tripped over that root? I get to live that all over again.""Hey I apologized for that..." Ming says with a nostalgic smile."It the only time the White Wraith missed." You tease."Don't even start. I hate that name." She says as leans against her gun. "And that's not as bad as the one time you tried to punch The Great Toad and just leapt into it's mouth." She shoots back. "You smelled like spit and stomach acid until we got to the next town over.""Sorry, I'm having a hard time remembering that. All I recall is you crying and emptying your gun into boss trying to get me out. Something about being scared of frogs." You counter with a genuine grin."I'm not scared of frogs. I'm scared of toads. There's a difference!" Ming shouts, pouting. "Frogs are cute little jumpy boys. Toads are bumpy and gross and help witches cast evil spells.""It's the same thing." You laugh. "They both croak and jump everywhere." Ming gasps."You take that back Johnathan!" She warns.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"To Truth and Justice!"The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices.You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew:The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague.The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim.Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one.And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike."...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free." One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The chills return."I'm surprised - pleasantly, mind - that you haven't torched down the place in that case." Kris says aloud what you were thinking."Doctor! That was unc-" Lieutenant raises his voice but falls silent at gesture from Hackett."That contingency is obviously being considered, but there are compelling arguments against it." Admiral says. "We didn't defeat a galactic enemy against impossible odds just to jump back to nihilistic expedience. Additionally, we have some reasons to believe that whatever is currently running the Citadel is not actively hostile against us… yet.""Reasons?" You repeat."Some are classified secret even for present company." Hackett says."And I reiterate my protest. How can I be expect to help without all relevant information?" Scallandra says."Respectfully, matron, you can trust us to give you all information that is actually relevant, or you can ask the Council to give you more."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"You're still… missing the most... important part." Jahleed reprimands his colleague. "The new paths!""Yes, yes, I was getting to it. So we got some data from our experimental scanner, the one we loaned to that scouting party. They came across one of the keepers and managed to get a peek before the connection was cut... abruptly. The scanner is probably gone, along with the guys who carried it... but it got us some data! We compared it against our old readouts and we found that whatever is happening to them, it fitted right into their biological makeup, as if it was always meant to be there!"You and everyone in the room listens attentively, expecting the salarian to continue."What?" You ask when nobody else does."Er... we don't know. Not yet. Maybe... if we could get more scans." Chorban says a bit despondently."Do you have another of those scanners?" Lea pipes up."Um... not... really? It was kind of illegal to begin with.""I assure you that you will not prosecuted if you produce another." Hackett says dryly.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6363212>>What do we know about the state of Presidium?
>>6363212>What attempts have been made to communicate with whatever we're dealing with?Maybe a Leviathan-made AI custodian that was being suppressed by the Reapers? The Crucible firing freed it from it's digital cage and now that it's awake, it's just doing some spring cleaning and pest control. Or maybe the Leviathans have regained control over the Citadel with the Reapers disabled and they're up to no good?Also, I looked up the Leviathans and I find it really funny that they apparently looked at all the AI rebellions occurring in their empire and decided the solution to the AI problem was creating their own super AI and giving it a vague command to "preserve life at all costs" or whatever. Stupid fucking molluscs.
>>6363368>Leviathan-made AI custodianMeant VI not AI.
>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6344652>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellHeliopolis Colony has been Destroyed. The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...
>>6366239"No! Fuck, FUCK!" Allan slammed their fist around the monitor of their targetting interface as he saw the Strike be kidnapped by the ZAFT forces."Lieutenant La Flaga! Heat sources indicate three mobile suits now coming towards us! We request your-" Dalida quickly reported upon sensors outreach as the capture of the Strike wrecked the morale of the bridge-."Fuck that! Charge the Lohengrins! Get these space monsters to drop the damn Strike right now!" Allan overstepped, commanding away at the bridge crew as they maintained steadfast."Are you stupid?! Get to battle stations and prepare for-" Badgiruel felt like telling down the earthern ace, As Murrue Ramius seemed shocked at the news... Until a transmission fron La Flaga himself was caught.To send the Launcher Striker pack through the Catapult in a minute, precisely.
>>6366239>Formation Coherence = 55 [Minour Success]"Commander, slow down a bit!" Olor struggled abound as he aided Matthew in lugging the D-Type equipment required for their assault on the Legged ship.However, he got ignored as the squad passed by the Le Creuset's and the Natural's brand new machines...Miguel, formerly leading far ahead in the formation stopping dead on their tracks as they watched the Strike having been captured... And swung their fist abound."Damn it, Athrun! You should have destroyed it!" Miguel yelled out as their voice quivered between measured and livid "I'll see the pilot myself! He better be prepared to pay for the-!"After almost losing their emotional control. Miguel is snapped back to the situation as Olor reminds them "Commander! We have a window, let's go!"Miguel glared one last time at the captured unit, his fist clenching onto the controls of their cockpit... Before rocketing far ahead, leaving his formation at a distance as the Ace would curse his situation...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366445You grit your teeth, looking around your surroundings as you ascertain a feint feeling of uncertainty in the air... No less helped by the screaming going between Athrun and Yzak."I had them dead to rights! Why the hell are we lugging the Strike and the asshole piloting it back to the Vesalius?!" Yzak argued away, as you uncomfortably looked around the Duel with your linear cockpit setup."I HAD a Plam, Yzak! Now Dearka and Nicol are out-of-comission because you deployed ignoring mine and Le Freuset's orders-!" Athrun's own rationalization of the plan, made you raise an eyebrow, because he sounded out-of-breath."Your plan can go to hell! You sent the Natural strapped with rockets to pick a fight with that damn Natural Ace!" You raise an eyebrow, suddenly Athrun going silent...Unable to change recourse as shots ensued towarss him.>Freeing Barrage = 61 [Minour Success]You did not expect that awkward feeling of Paranoia to validate itself...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366728>Band up with Athrun in shooting down the orange spacecraft
>>6366728>Isolate and dogfight with the Moebius Zero, make Yzak and Athrun corner the Strike.We are the Mind Killer after all, fighting "aces" is our specialty.
On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic……while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last.You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...…but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366735Back in River’s Mouth, that foreign fortune-teller had told you and ZZ something about this scenario, you realize… Maybe not this exact one, but something like it, about your ‘business’ with the Regiment and the dungeon. Asked whether it would bring your success and wealth, the human woman had told you in her odd accent:“I see two buyer, one way you give to thief, and one way you lose it all and no one gain...”What will you do?>Try to make the case for yourself as responsible stewards of the forge—you and ZZ, not Ayla! And Empy’s… Been dealt with.>Lean on your new name—you’re Carazzi Yosef, hero of Chiffchaff, and you even have this (forged) document from Queen! This place is pretty much property of Hawksong!>Aim to intimidate—let them know that you have become powerful, and have powerful allies, who they don’t want as enemies… But you’re willing to let them off easy, if they leave now.>There’s no getting through to these people… And attacking is suicide. Surrender yourselves.>Enough of this… Attack! You know Martyn means well, but he’s still in the wrong, and his friends want you dead!>Write-in
>>6366736>Try to make the case for yourself as responsible stewards of the forge—you and ZZ, not Ayla! And Empy’s… Been dealt with.These ungrateful layabouts will be happy to hear that the "giant monster" that never killed any of them died fighting off a Southron invasion. The "wicked Fey" are very sorry for the trouble they've caused and will find other ways to amuse themselves from now on. I think Empy was the main instigator there anyway.For Martyn, tell him we've changed a lot since he last saw us - Ayla can't pull her mental tricks on us and we're uniquely suited to influence her. If ZZ hasn't cleared her own mind yet we'll have Ayla release her. Ayla won't have the final say in how the Forge is used or what it's used for, we will.
>>6366736>Lean on your new name—you’re Carazzi Yosef, hero of Chiffchaff, and you even have this (forged) document from Queen! This place is pretty much property of Hawksong!I'm leaning this way, but I think we should definitely point out the the Emperor gave his life fighting against an evil wizard and the Southron invaders, and that these guys have this whole place twisted. I think we lack the rizz to just convince Martyn and his merry mob of monster lynchers to Just Trust Us, but referencing our new Yosef legacy and all that may provide a slight edge?
>>6366736>Try to make the case for yourself as responsible stewards of the forge—you and ZZ, not Ayla! And Empy’s… Been dealt with.
>>6366736>>Lean on your new name—you’re Carazzi Yosef, hero of Chiffchaff, and you even have this (forged) document from Queen! This place is pretty much property of Hawksong!+1 to this : >>6366763
Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you.After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it!So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home...Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess.
Welcome back, NotIseQM >>6357976>>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).I dont really see I reason to actively try turn Aila.Shame about that wedding cake and that it was destroyed. But how unlucky they were are sure their recall potion worked correctly
Welcome back. I think that's the first time I've seen an update get cut off by falling off the board.>>6357976Fair reaction to having your wedding crashed by strangers infiltrating your food. We'll have to track them down next time we're in Centris.>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).There's no reason to keep Aila out of the loop and, as sheltered as she might be, she's sharp enough to catch on herself eventually.While I have no doubt she'd also like to be firmly led by us and share in the joy of bearing children, I'd rather be gentle and keep her away from Herta's other habits as the cute elf we know.
Welcome back QM>>6357834>Your lover and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand.Herta is Johns first friend >>6357976>"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet." You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife).Herta and Gerty have that archetype on lock we don’t really need more.
>>6358101>and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand.Maybe it's guilt for having forced their bond at the start
Welp
You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.
I just realized... Are we even allowed to be with Lalli? Ethnic miscegenation is verboten in the ecofascist future, right? Are Uralics and Germanics considered similar enough to be permitted to breed? Or are Cat-3 regime agents exempted from those rules?
>>6365348I read this post and read>Are Uralics and Germanics considered similar enough to be permitted to breed?then immediately thought of this ancient classichttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq5EnEa7Mg8
>>6365348there is historical precedent of raids both ways, though who ever goes where would have to adapt to the culture somewhatit's especially easy if it was us moving and staying here, as warbrides are a thing
>>6365513Sure, but I'm curious how the one world government out of Rome views things. Based on Mama's reaction, positively, I guess.
>>6364608>>TraditionalDirndl time
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Betrayed by my brother’s mobile IP…
>>6366744>around Xeno's watch yourself
>>6366655> The Boscht [Karaxshc]He's a hoe, but he's our hoe.
>>6366744Every planet in the galaxy belongs to America.
>>6366866Does this mean all the lights in the sky are our enemies?
One day at a time....That's what the social worker assigned to you keeps repeating. It is to help with the 'rehabilitation' process or some such bullshit. They shoved you into a group home, tell you to study hard to finish your education and force you to socialize with girls your age.That woman has to know it's useless. You are going to age out of the system and get tossed within the year. What is the point? Everything has no meaning, no duty, no chivalry...This is all the fault of the Pretty Star Warrior bitches and those Arkadian Kingdom bastards!Those supernatural assholes destroyed the Sumi gang with their war over humanity and magic. It's hard to know which one did more damage. Was it the Arkadian Kingdom taking over and tainting every gangsters' heart crystal? Or was it the Pretty Star Warriors handing over all the dirty secrets of the gang to the cops after purifying everyone?Every allied yakuza in the Greater Tokyo association was furious. They issued the zetsuenjo permanent expulsion, a literal death warrant for the Sumi gang. The godfather had to willingly offer up his life and disband the gang to let his underlings off the hook.You remember digging his grave on that remote mountain. You remember the coldness of the soil, how hard it was to dig with the shovel. Hands bled and blood trickled down the handle, but you didn't stop. The grave had to be deep; it had to be proper for a righteous man."Azami..." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6365901Sure, I'll switch to this as well, to keep things moving.
got home late, okay, we're knocking on doors.
>>6366186Huh? Door knocking, as in to gather up support for an election, or are you drunk?Also, I'm >>6365901 just so anons know there's no funny business going on.
>>6366192QM is saying it's locked for>Knock on a neighbour's door and see if anyone in, perhaps they can tell you something...
>>6366194Oh, derp. Maybe I'm the one who is drunk.
> 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_aMYhttps://discord.gg/SaH8tBttxWith several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 22 begins!
Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d10)>>6365784>Laqura: Move to (35,19):The shifting, fluid forms of the Primal Immozuqual find a rumble of approval with Laqura as that first connection is made. This one's form seems well suited in many ways to Laqura's influence. And so, Laqura >[DI]: Interaction: Conversion: Primal Immozuqual+Aquatic Affinity +(Enchanted Holy Spring?) >[MA] Found Village of Iceflow on (35,11)In these colder lands, the Granchpolpo build a village on the coast in the shadow of the mountain.>[MA]Develop: Glassmaking>Using: Pottery + Sand + Coral + Wonder Pipes + Wonder PumpsPottery is an art that has been around a while, and sand is everywhere. So it's almost surprising that sand didn't get fired in a Potter's oven beforehand - or perhaps it did, and nobody noticed before. Or perhaps previously it was just the wrong sort of sand. Either way, the Granchpolpo add to their materials with this sturdy but brittle translucent substance.
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>6366030Rolling one more dice because I got told I could
Rolled 8, 6, 7, 4 = 25 (4d10)> MA. 2 DI. Terraforming, Thaumic Gravedigger Eggs> Grave digger eggs are a variant of Thaumite capable of storing and releasing tremendous amounts of kinetic energy, born from Thaumite spirits inhabiting the eggshells of a tsssland scavenger.Doke and his son tread carefully through the tssslands. This is of course the natural state of travel in the tssslands, an act so natural and normal that the Kikka barely notice it anymore. They hunt a great quill beast, one of the few gentle herbivores in the maze of terror, though given the number of half rotted corpses adorning most quill beasts some might question the kikka definition of gentle.They are nearing their prey when Doke abruptly halts his child’s movements. They crouch silently. Doke reaches out with his spear, nudging aside a clump of earth to reveal the droppings of an animal.“Gravedigger.” His voice is a whisper, but carries the weight of a man teaching an important lesson. “Look for the glint of its eggs.” The spear wavers for a moment, then points again. There in the gloom, when the wind rustles the leaves, is a sparkle. “Watch.”A stone is thrown. A bird takes flight in a panic. Something flashes through the air, too fast to be seen. The bird suddenly explodes into a shower of blood and feathers and meat. In the dark of the tssslands a few jagged chips of eggshell bob in the air, glinting and sparkling, a chime like noise coming from them oddly reminiscent of laughter. The gravedigger emerges from a burrow as the jagged eggshells drop to the ground. The tiny mole like creature munches on the dead bird for a moment before the rest of it is pulled beneath the earth.Doke and son move on. In time, the gravedigger mole will lay eggs, that will break into brittle but sharp shell fragments. Thaumite spirits will inhabit them. And the duo will continue their hunt together, just as Doke and his son continue theirs.
>Develop [MA] - Gravic Metal>Preq-Tech: Metalworking>Preq-Resources: Crucoads, Metallic Resources, Thaumic Gravedigger Eggs> A collection tech for Thaumic Gravedigger Eggs. The Kikka develop metallic alloys mixing various metals with Gravedigger eggs. These metals are able to store and release kinetic energy.The first step is to gather tsss blessed gravedigger eggshells. This is easier said than done, since said eggs thoroughly enjoy playing games like “see who can impale the most kikka in one stab”. It's no surprise then that no small number of the bubbly murder rocks return to Thornshade in pieces, as though a frustrated and wounded Kikka had beaten it against a rock for several minutes. These little fragments quickly reveal a fascinating discovery. When fed to a crucoad alongside other metallic ores the resulting alloy displays strange properties. Or the toad explodes. It is oddly difficult to move at first, far heavier than it has any right to be. However when the item becomes motionless for a short time it suddenly launches into motion, as though making up for its previous sluggishness. That the item reliably launches in the direction of its sharpest point is obviously a blessing of tsss himself. Actually making use of these dangerous alloys is somewhat more difficult, though the smith guilds are eager to try.
> MI. Share Gravic Metal to Ervenbloud> MI. Share Gravic Metal to Huang> MI. Convert 2 Mana to 1 DI.
On a faraway world, humanity is thriving. Across the surface of this planet, thousands of tribes have been born and most of them have fallen to the wayside in their quest to become something greater – true civilisations. Only the worthy have evolved beyond a tribal state and now they are ready, to leave their mark on the world for evermore.We are following one such civilisation, who call themselves the Croglatovic – the People of the Great Lake, in their own tongue.They belong to the Scavic, a race of people with soft faces, fair hair and blue-grey skin. Like the rest of their kind, they inhabit the Grascan, a vast oceanic forest filled with dangerous beasts and towering trees.The Croglatovic have dominated the shore of the Croglatol and the banks of the Choslitol, a great lake and the river that flows from it into the sea. Here, the forest is thin and civilisation is allowed to flourish without fear of predation.Though most of the Croglatovic still enjoy a rural lifestyle of rearing swine and tending to hives of honey bees, the city of Ancron has become increasingly important to the chiefdom. Hundreds of men and women now work as artisans, copyists and couriers. Instead of growing or butchering their own food, they pay for it with toroc, the shell money that serves as the civilisation's currency. Urbanity is taking hold.Yet the chiefdom still clings to its faith. The Croglatovic have devoted themselves to An, the Allmother and the source of the divine energy that flows through all living things – Drocrom. Though the sisterhood of priestesses known as the drobrac oversee the worship of Allmother, the chiefdom has other gods. Il, the Great Father, the first son and first lover of An, serves as her masculine counterpart, while the Four Winds govern the natural world.The most notable servants of Il are the Brulicruvic, the Truthguard, the warrior caste of the Croglatovic. Armed with spears and dressed in shining scales, they defend the Croglatol from Grovic thieves and foreign raiders. As the chiefdom comes to rely on bronze rather than copper, these soldiers will have to adapt and embrace new technology. Will they find success in this new age, or will they fail the civilisation that they serve?The warriors aren't the only ones who shall be challenged by the shifting status quo. The wily merchants of the Croglatovic might have more avenues for exploitation than ever before, yet they also have to deal with more competition. The Glalividul and Anidan, the chieftain and saint who rule over the chiefdom, may struggle to manage the increasingly clever Glavic, the council of headsmen and patriarchs who serve them. Great change awaits this civilisation.
Invading the sunblessed through the woods? Sounds really dangerous. Attrition from food shortage and wild animals are sure to be high.And we just melted down our fancy armour.>Launch an invasion of the Sunblessed.
>>6366480>host a festival in the city of Droveron.i really wanna settle inland more and explore the forest, but i don't want war right after we disarmed
>>6366480>Sweeten the deal with the Brydroveg.Should've picked the dismantling forts option, anons
>>6366477>>Launch an invasion of the Sunblessed.truthguard better prove they deserve the armor they lost
>>6366480>Launch an invasion of the Sunblessed.This has been long in the coming.
Lytek was, like most work days, sitting behind his desk. The God of Exalted stroked his white beard after penning a recommendation for a Lunar Exaltation, reviewing his work. Satisfied, the grandfatherly god smiled, and put the letter in his filing cabinet, where a copy would be instantly made and transmitted to Luna. A knock came on his door, and Lytek looked up. “Come in,” he called, raising his hand to both open the door and ready the chair, all without standing. He moved his piles of papers to the sides of his desk, ready to meet this visitor. But it was not a visitor, but his assistant and daughter, Lysidore. “Father!” She said, rushing into the room. “We have an emergency! A whole circle of Sidereals were killed!” Lytek's eyes bulged. He stopped himself from asking details - he could learn them after his work was done. On cue, he heard five thumps in his locked cabinet. The Exaltations had arrived. “Here,” he said to Lysidore, reaching under his desk and offering his cleaning implements to her. “Help me prepare them.” The graveness of the situation pulled down her excitement. Father had never asked her to help him in his duties. Not like this. She grabbed the tools and pulled a few files from the top of his short stack, labeled “Sidereal Exaltation Candidates.” Lytek unlocked his cabinet and five small will-o'-the-wisps floated above his hand. Amber, cerulean, crimson, emerald, ans violet - one for each of the Castes. Pure Essence, empowered by the Five Maidens of Destiny. “Quickly,” he said, “there should be some Dragon-Blooded ready to be lifted to the stars.” In a frenzy, Lysidore spread out and looked down at the files she pulled. All were dynasts of the Scarlet Empire. “The Bronze Faction will have something to say-” “Not when it's this many at once,” Lytek grinned, his white beard moving with his cheeks. Grudges from the Solar Purge still persisted among the gods, especially he who was held back from his duties. The blades of Sidereals held Lytek in check as the Solars extracted and imprisoned his charges. It was a gamble for Lytek, but potentially denying one Dragon-Blooded for the Bronze Faction to steer was worth it. Even better if this Sidereal-to-be did not join the Bronze. Besides, four more Sidereals would join. It will be noted one was a dynast, but it will not be an outrage. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Come back soon Starry...
Well, if the QM isn't going to post anymore, maybe I should make my own Exalted quest instead. I'm sure I could make a bett
>>6362420Dang the curse struck him down mid sentence
>>6362425THE CURSE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THISI WANT MY WOD/EXALTED QUEST TO GO ON AND TO NOT DIE AS IF THE QM WAS STRUCK DOWN BY THE DIVINE WRATH OF THE RNG GODS!!!!!
>>6362445How did ancient peoples trick their gods
