Present day and the economy is a fucking corpse somebody keeps putting lipstick on this pig. Groceries cost your whole paycheck, rent costs your soul, the stock market is a pachinko machine run by little hats who already own the building, and half the country is one bad paycheck away from betting the electric bill on a 12 leg parlay. Unemployment is fucked, AI is speedrunning the destruction of white collar jobs, tent cities are becoming starter homes, cops, ICE, judges and bureaucrats look like NPCs from the world’s shittiest pay-to-win server, and every city has some combination of protests, riots, sirens, helicopters and one guy livestreaming his own arrest in front of a FLOCK camera. The global economy is a dumpster fire floating down a flooded street. Meanwhile millions of NEETs are sitting in dark bedrooms with 100+ tabs open, encyclopedic knowledge of obscure shit, zero sunlight and enough collective autism to accidentally create smthn amazing. Some stop rotting, pool skills/ideas, start with $0 but build something real, make money, escape the fucking meat grinder and see whether a swarm of anonymous basement anons can outperform the S&P500. No gurus. No courses. No LinkedIn inspirational bullshit. Just (You), caffeine, spite and whatever scraps of the hope is left.Day 001 What do we build together?
>>6465902ANON ROLL CALL *** for all anons complete *** >hobbies:>skills:>interests: >problem you want to solve:>ideas: We can start here anons!
>>6465911>name: Adolf Chudler>hobbies: Racism>skills: Racism>interests: Racism>problem you want to solve: Niggers>ideas: Build a nuclear weapon and detonate it in the hood
>>6465897>another fucking AI threadkys
>>6465911>hobbies: vaping>skills: gooning>interests: Mt. Dew>problem you want to solve: the growing pile of tissue and vape pods that blocks access to the refrigerator >ideas: call mom and ask her to hire a cute Phillipino maid to clean up the lair a bit
>>6466529support sounds realistic
They say that in your small town, once you graduate high school if you're still there, you're stuck. That's not satisfactory for you. That's not something you want to hear. As chance would have it, you'd stumble upon a magic tome that taught you the art of conjuration. Specifically, creating rifts, to worlds never before seen. Dimensions where the laws of physics as you know them are flipped upside down.Where will you go, what will you do, with this newfound power? Do you have what it takes to become the legendary World Walker?RULES:1) no 'lolrandumb' votes2) please, and this is a big one for me since QMing here, don't bring up old QMs or board drama in my thread. thank you.3) not sure where i'm going with this so bare with me.4) PLEASE for all that is holy, do something about this captcha!CHOOSE A BEGINNING (also includes starting bonus)>I have learned that there is a dimension for almost every concept you can think of. (this will include having access to a dimension/world voters agree on)>I managed to find a pocket world where time slows and I am perfectly safe. It's not big, though--about the size of the average suburban bedroom--but most mages won't be able to find me here.>I, somehow, messed up a spell and spawned an otherworldly entity of some kind. She appears to be female? There is some skin on her, but the horns, wings and tail confuse me a bit. Oh well--she's nice at least!
>>6469084Agreed, this also reminds me of The Board Drama
>>6469084>>6469104Stop. Yeah so in case qm doesn't return, anyone else willing to pilot this?
>>6468874>>6470204Sorry. Was going to come back but admittedly, bad taste in my mouth because of these two idiots (>>6469084, >>6469104). Hopefully, these Island Boy chucklefucks will keep their antics low. I'm actually thinking of trying to make semi-animated update pics, but I'm on a crappy wacom tab right now.
>>6470596Jesus Christ, you can tell >>6469084 was just saying it as a joke and because you went AWOL. Grow some thicker skin, good lord
>>6470602It's not about "thicker skin" though. It's questing 101 to have respect for the QM in their thread. In any case, I was seeing if anyone was hijacking since >>6470204 floated the idea. Not that I mind continuing. All up to what the voters want.
For a hundred centuries, the Imperium of Man has stood strong against the countless threats both from within, without, and much worse. Through the might of the Imperial Guardd, had its worlds stood under the God-Emperor’s light. It is by the blood of countless martyrs that the Imperium stands. Of course, such sacrifice is pointless, if not directed by their betters, one of whim, you just so happen to be, by the blessing of your birth, the depth of your skill, or just plain luck, it has led you to heights unimaginable.As happens so often in the Imperium, for no conceivable or justifiable reason at all, a world has turned from the Emperor, earning the ire of His Imperium. The planet ? Insignificant. The population ? Negligible. The industry ? Sort of there. These sorts of thoughts ran through the head of a Departamento Munitorum senior officer. For the last three centuries, the world’s defection had gone unnoticed, until the Imperium had gained enough strength to launch a minor crusade within the surrounding sectors, the planet was to become one of the logistics hubs for such an operation, so it had come as quite the shock, when the records were checked, and it had become apparent that no tithes had been received for a truly long time.With the swiftness of the brightest of the Administratum, due to the new-found strategic importance of the world, a small invasion force had been rapidly assembled in a mere thirty years ! Sadly, the appointed general had passed away due to old age, which had thrown a wrench in the plans of the Munitorum, luckily for them however, such a headache of a command decision is not for them to solve, bur rather it is a problem for the Segementum command, one that they would be hard-pressed to solve swiftly, due to the real concerns of an army arriving to contest the planet without any general staff to actually command them !And so, on his fortieth consecutive work hour, the Assistant-Assistant-To-the-General-Segmentum-Command-General-Staff, after taking another dose of stimms, since the recaf has long since stopped working, had finally narrowed down his work file to the last task for the hour, to choose a commander for an insignificant world. There was something vaguely important about it, but he had long since forgotten. With a sigh, he had taken a look at the files piled before him, and almost at random, made the choice for:
>>6476762>and to mend your broken heartKek, funny this Helthon
An household guard and PDF is good enough. We need desperately imperial manpower in Herod's End (Herod's End tribes and the small remnants groups of the nobility/ecclesiarchy/mechanicus are too far away at the moment. And we are occupied with Amelia). Having two more regiments to order around would allow us to train the 1st Ramanus Volunteer to a level of standard training and ensure they recover morale properly. With that done they can be split up in more manegeable infantry regiments. Having more soldiers would also allow us to mass-purge Amelia population and enforce mass-hard labour on them (chains and beatings are cheaper than servitorization). Which we will need to do a lot due to the strong ideology present on the world. There is a real risk of having revolts and more partisans groups rising a plenty in conquered territory. And also because with the war going until we are able to expand out of Amelia region, food shortages for civilians will begin. No food is another reason to fight for them. On top of worsening sanitation. The household troops can probably be convinced to follow us for a while, their commander likely wants some glory in battle first. Some victories. Though after that, they will eventually press for go to the specific lands their Noble House wants to reclaim.
>>6476762>household guard>PDF regimentBeggars cannot be choosers.Does the Admiralty have access to any orbital augur arrays? We need to know what movements are being made by those armored formations near the space elevator.
>>6476762A shame we weren't able to reach out to the other grassroots. Grassroot powerbase has a LOT of Imperial heroes and Saints among their ranks which carries a ton of weight. Oh well. When we find them, we can at least get some proper backup.
>>6476762>Household GuardI want to save our influence for a proper regiment. But we'll see what becomes available.
There is nothing wrong with Richard Roe. That is, as several old and patient things are beginning to notice, the trouble with him.
>>6465386"Copper theft in progress, three individuals, possible electrical damage to the service panel" — dispatch actually picks up on the second try, and you're most of the way through giving your location when the spark behind the fence stops being a one-off thing.Whatever's back there arcs again, longer this time, and the entire block goes dark all at once without so much as a flicker. Streetlights and porch lights and the hum you didn't know you'd been listening to for two years suddenly gone. Your radio cuts out mid-syllable — the arc must have scrambled the area's RF without a second thought.The three of them don't need the dark explained to them twice. You hear more than you see — sneakers on gravel, somebody's mouth open and yelling about how the Caravan is going to hear about this, all three shapes gone over the fence and into the black before your eyes even finish adjusting. You let them go. You've got bigger problems than three amateurs right now, and one of them is standing directly behind you, filling the whole building.The emergency lights should be dead along with everything else. They're not. Down the long hallway behind you — the one leading back toward the rectifier room, the one you've never once had reason to walk the full length of in two years of shifts — they're coming on one at a time. Not flickering together like a breaker resetting. In order. Like something's walking the hall toward you, finding the switches by feel, and isn't in any particular hurry about it.You've got a flashlight, a bluff nobody's tested yet, and a building that just remembered it isn't only yours tonight.A) Follow the lights. Whatever's doing that, you'd rather find it than have it find you.B) Get outside. Wait for actual backup before you do anything that sounds like a decision.C) Try the radio again. Dead air is still better information than none.D) Stay put and watch the hallway. Let it come to you, if it's coming at all.
>>6465586>ADo it head on though so we find each other
>>6465905Sneaking was never the move, so you don't bother. The lights keep finding switches the whole way down, patient about it, like they've got somewhere to be and you're headed the same way. The rectifier room's at the end, door open — the one place you've never had reason to walk the full length of in two years.There's a reason now. It's warm in here in a way the rest of the building isn't — rows of battery cabinets humming low and steady, LEDs blinking their slow green rhythm. Curled into the bottom half of an open equipment cabinet, knees to chest, using a coil of spare cable as a pillow like it was designed for exactly that, is someone obviously not supposed to be here either.White cardigan over a turtleneck, buttoned all the way up. Long mauve skirt, not a wrinkle in it despite the cabinet. Boots with a single gold buckle each, tights — pressed and complete in a way that has nothing in common with anyone who ends up somewhere they shouldn't by accident. She dresses like somebody's grandmother and looks nothing like one — milk-pale, aggressively blonde, put together with a precision that reads more like math than anything else.It isn't a beauty you'd call attractive, not exactly — it's one you'd call correct. A face arrived at instead of grown into, an answer instead of an accident. That's the part that gets you. You've met plenty of good-looking people and none of them made your stomach do this — a small lurch, like a right angle that's very slightly wrong, and you can't say where.You've spent today letting every small wrongness go without much of a fight — a payphone that had no business ringing, a woman in a cardigan glimpsed once at the far end of a grocery aisle and gone before you blinked twice, lights finding their own switches down a hallway that's never needed them. Some part of you has apparently been keeping a private tally of it all without telling you, because right now, looking at her, that part goes very quiet and very still, the way you'd go still if the floor turned out to be a held breath. Your pulse is doing something you'd rather it wasn't. No word for what you're looking at. Professional enough that none of it shows. Costs you something to manage, more than anything else has today.Somewhere behind you there's still a cut fence, three kids who bolted with tools in hand, and a wire that's probably still live. None of that feels remotely urgent right now, which strikes you as, vaguely, its own kind of problem.Her eyes open before you've said anything, or made any noise, or done much of anything to warrant it. No startle in it. No moment where she has to remember where she is. Just blue-grey, immediately and fully awake, like she'd been waiting on a specific cue and you'd finally delivered it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You get about as far as reaching for something like a normal response — this building's not supposed to have anyone in it, maybe, or are you hurt, or how exactly did you get in here — and none of it quite makes it out of you intact. Your hands take over instead, since apparently they've got more confidence in the situation than your mouth does. The Fun Dip. Still in your jacket pocket since this afternoon, forgotten there since before any of this started, out and open before you've properly decided that's the plan. You hold it out toward her mostly because you need somewhere, anywhere, to put your attention that isn't directly at her face.She takes it like she's not entirely sure what's being asked of her, which — from someone who was, thirty seconds ago, radiating total and complete certainty about the correct acceptable volume for a citywide blackout — is its own small thing worth noticing. She turns the little packet over once in her hands, inspecting it with the seriousness of someone handling evidence, before working out, apparently by trial, which end is meant to open.A pinch of the powder. Considered. Tasted. A pause that runs on a beat longer than it has any right to."This doesn't taste like anything," she says, and it comes out like a discovery, not a complaint. "It isn't even attempting to. Cherry doesn't taste like cherries. Grape doesn't taste like grapes. Every other manufactured approximation you people put in front of each other is at least trying and failing at something specific. This one never entered that conversation at all." Another pause, longer still, genuinely turning the thought over rather than performing the turning-over of it. "How novel."She catches herself a half second after saying it — something in her face resetting, like she's just remembered there's an audience — and smooths an invisible wrinkle from her skirt that wasn't there to begin with.You still haven't caught up to any of this — you're honestly not sure you're going to catch up to it tonight, or possibly ever — and somehow, already, you are the specific person who introduced whatever this is to Fun Dip. Both of those things are true at the exact same time, and neither one is doing you the courtesy of canceling the other out.A) Ask her name. You're apparently on a first-name basis with her regardless of whether you actually know it yet.B) Ask what she actually is. Plainly, directly, and brace yourself for however she decides to answer that.C) Let the moment sit for a second longer. Whatever just cracked open in your head doesn't close back up in ten seconds flat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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You're sitting in your chambers, the rich environment a symbol of your families generations of hard work. Glancing around your room you notice the large, blue and spherical planescape of Sol. It took many separate, grueling attempts throughout the generation of your lineage. After much toil and failed attempts your great, great, grandfather happened upon something most fortunate. A ley sigil, magical phenomenon occasionally appearing in this world. Plenty of research has been poured into these, but still much is unknown on how or why they will occasionally appear. The fortunate discovery of this is what has led to your family becoming an established minor nobility in this humble village. Few are those who have mastered a branch of mystical arts, even fewer are those who survive even just becoming an apprentice of it, that sigil allowed your family to skip all the hard work. Taking a glance out your window, your eyes are met with the rising sun over the green lands surrounding your estate. The red and orange banner slowly will become more and more bathed in the sunlight, shimmered and flowing for all to see. It's not to go without saying though that life still hasn't gone without struggling though. Wanting to keep magical proficiency alive and well in the family, your parents have pushed you all your early and late childhood into practice.When it was not reading books, it was lessons..When it was not lessons, it was meditation..When it was not meditation, it was reading books..You could go on, though truly you know it necessary of this world. Magicka of any form has become such a rare resource in this world that was once thriving and filled with it. You recall some of your earliest teachings, your parents really drilled into you the lessons of...>ElementalismComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465476>Summoned and tamed a lesser deity>>6465477You and I both, QM. You and I both.
>>6465476>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into gold
>>6465476Your dear parents had come to discover your alchemical ability. The once marble statue of your great, great grandfather now is presented in front of you all a shimmering gold. Though it has never been renowned for it's use in combat, the mystic exchange laws of alchemists have always thrived in the more industrial markets. You'll seldom come across great trading companies hosted in the major cities that DON'T have an alchemist on their payroll. What major arcana there still exists in this world, alchemy is one of the lesser sort. The mystic laws of equal exchange are far more taboo than today's industry dominant mindset of simply seeking out ore or material to make things with. It's well known to even those who don't practice or have any sort of magical ability that to often change the matter of an object, you must exchange it for something else, be it one's own life span in some of these cases. Mother & Father both look at you, than at your restructuring of the statue. Your father's chest swells with a pride you've sworn you had never seen before. Mother simply looks at you, reserved but with a smile that acknowledges your feat."My dear boy, your mother and I couldn't be more proud of you.. this is no easy feat, Damon," your father elegantly replies. Mother just nods with him, your dad goes to the statue of his distant great grandfather and runs his hand down it. The results can be seen from his eyes. It's true, the material of the decor has been swapped to that of solid gold. It was shortly after this that your parents crowned your achievement by granting you this statue, moving it from the practice room to your own private quarters. You have become a novice of the Alchemical arts! You may now transmute certain properties of objects such as weight, density, and even material in exchange of others!Few more years would come to pass, seasons change and your parents rigid routine of practice and study that was once held over your head has since been lessened. The years of your teenage youth had come to pass, moments of extreme emotion and the physical changes to your own body have more than made themselves apparent. There were moments that were hard to relate with the other children of your village, being nobility comes with a weighted responsibility that most children of the land are not tasked with. Despite your parents rigid timelines and teachings, there's always one thing from those years that you'd think about often...>The night I met a wild apostate, a young rebel mage outlawed from civil societyComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of MagumAcademy?
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum
Chaos surrounds you as the caravan of NPC workers you were leading scream and try to flee from the ambush you and your team walked into. Instincts kick in and before you can even think you're shouting and moving. "Mae! Serena! Get the workers out of here! Take down anyone who follows! I gotta back up Ryuji!" You call you as your firing off your grapple gun into the ceiling. The wire goes taut and you're already swinging over the wall of ice before they can say anything. Sparks fly as Ryuji's glaive slams directly into his opponent's shield causing the fading mist to light up with every strike. He quickly adjusts his grip to thrust the hilt of his weapon right into the brawler that's attempting to get in a quick hit from behind. The brawler quickly raises his spiked tonfas to parry the attack and allow the fighter to close the gap and swing his blade for a solid hit. "INCOMING!" You shout at the top of your lungs causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look up at you. You pull your knees to your chest and thrust both your legs out with everything you fly straight at the fighter. You can feel your feet strike something solid as your target raises his shield just in time to block the blow. Even so, the force of the blow causes him to stumble backwards just as you hit the ground and get a lungful of poison gas. Ability: Indomitable Will activated. Poison resisted
>>6475041>Fight your way to the center chamber. This anti dragon effect might even the playing field if your enemies can't use any dragon transformations.
>>6475154>>6475050>>6475045Tomorrow we're gonna fight our way to the center. Perhaps the suppression field can be used to the team's advantage.
Gentlemen, I have some bad news. Computer crashed and is not booting. In the middle of diagnostics but I expect the worst. Will keep you posted.
>>6476974Man that sucks. Here’s hoping all that you cared for was backed up or will survive recovery!
>>6476974Sorry to hear, and I hope you got it fixed. Of all the times to have a computer crash get in the way of your writing and posting schedule, though, this was a good one.
The following will be mostly be based on factors of real life, excluding Eastern Europe and the events after the main divergence point, which is during the 2003 Invasion of Iraq.Who are we?You are political and economic leaders in Iraq. You have access to the ability to form militias, based on your ability to draw recruits and form a broad coalition, and/or get outside backing. With these militias, you can defend your people / rights, and/or exert power over other groups and make demands. Who are the people?Iraq is about: 55%, Shia ArabThese Shia are torn between being aligned with religious leaders in Iran and religious leaders in Iraq. There are two Ayatollah's (Similar to the religious power of a pope), and a major cleric popular among the urban poor.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)>>6466941Rolling for you to speed things up
>>6467577FailureThe battalion has overreached and tried to secure a 150 kilometer wide area between the surroundings of Mosul and the surroundings of Kirkuk. Random pot shots, Molotovs thrown at vehicles, and even ambushes have resulted. Presumably Sunni insurgents or Ba'athist loyalists have attacked us, caused chaos, and stretched out supply lines thin. At the same time we have been told by the KDP Peshmerga HQed in Kirkuk to dismount our roadblocks. A soldier, in a panic, shot up a truck, and killed two passengers. We were forced to consolidate around the eastern outskirts of Mosul, along with the small towns of the Nineveh plains.We had managed to kill, wound, or capture some of the enemy; and they were shown to local authorities. Our Reputation is heavily diminished and so is our funding, but we will be able to keep most of our force as a part-time reserve that does periodic training. We will also be able to keep up maintenance and ownership of our vehicles. ---Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467600Final Decision1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.2. Push for these areas to be treated like a minor city, together, and for Assyrians to be counted as a protected minority group that needs some additional cultural funding.As the months pass, slowly a movement is organized around DAANI (Democratic Autonomous Area of North Iraq). This organization is heavily propped up by the Kurds and Russians, drawing manpower from the Assyrian political movement (Assyrian Democratic Movement, previously backed mostly by the US and ex-pats), Sunni opposition, and "clean" ex-Baathists. DAANI operated as a "shadow state" or "second state" that did most of the same functions as the CPA, which made the Coalition (Mostly the US) very annoyed.>A. Push for DANNI to continue to existmuch like the autonomous Kurdish region has before and after the invasion (And would exist for a decade afterward in regular IRL canon).>B. Push for consolidation of IraqComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6467689>1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.>A. Push for DANNI to continue to exist
Rolled 8, 18, 33, 4 = 63 (4d50)>>6467777Rolling to speed things up
Sapphire syrup sloshed inside a tall metal pod that hummed in a low pitch. Caressed by the thick liquid, a fetus no more than twenty weeks curled up, held in place by myriads of wires. The Emperor of Mankind and Malcador the Sigilite examined the switches and the wires of the machine in the deep cellar below the great Imperial Palace. The Emperor examined the fetus with cold, dispassionate eyes, as if he saw a product and not a living being.[i/]“We have no use for it.” The Emperor said.[i/]Malcador softly hummed, his hood hid his half of his face, yet the Emperor knew the tells of his old friend. “There are many use for it, a buffer perhaps.” He continued hearing The Emperor’s silence. “The primarchs will be brothers and brothers will naturally compete. They will seek your approval as all sons do. She will be an alternative to impress and to distract the primarchs of their competitiveness. If she is proven ineffective, she bcomes a political tool of convenience.”[i/]“The primarchs are not children and will be above such emotions. It is inefficient to create this just so my sons can feel appreciated. The primarchs are weapons.” The Emperor said without a hint of emotion.[i/]Malcador nodded. “But still human.”[i/]The Emperor paused for a brief moment, then stared at the pod. The fetus twitched its leg.[i/]“Create her as you see fit.”[i/]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476657>“Can I watch closer and maybe talk to them?”
>>6476780>>6476660>>6476660Votes counted
“You know brother, how come you don’t have a Cthonian accent?”You saw his flinch for a micro second.“It’s because I’ve learned to suppress it. Unfortunately politicians find the accent accepting.”You huffed. “Why should you care what does normals think about you? You’re a primarch.” He maintained his unbothered attitude. “It is not that simple unfortunately.” “It’s only complicated if you make it so.” “Thank you, Pangea.” Horus said sincerely. “I’ll dwell on it.” Back in your room, a stack of data-slates awaited you with a Lucifer Black as the courier. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Remember to vote for both of the choices!
>>6477509>You had an adept begin the process of contacting the rogue trader of Gorgea II>“What did you do before meeting Father?”
A storm brews. House Targaryen has weathered decline and mishaps since the Dance of Dragons. The misrule of King Aegon IV the Unworthy has been over for nearly a decade under his son, Daeron the Good. The king has brokered peace with Dorne where his father sought war. Where lickspittles and sycophants hovered around the Red Keep like flies, Daeron cleared out those who wanted easy favor, trading their daughters and sisters to slake Aegon’s lust. The old king left one parting gift: the legitimization of his bastards. To most of his brood, this meant nothing as they were base born. But to the bastards born to noble ladies, this meant quite a lot. Especially to Daemon Blackfyre. Change is in the wind. As a house of landed knights, war comes to you naturally. You can sense it. While the “higher” lords engage in tourneys and dances and courtship, you ready yourself. You may lack the right of pit and gallows that “proper” lords have, but your house prides itself on its readiness. Some say you are eager for bloodshed. You think it simply wise to prepare for war in times of peace.The year is 194 AC. Your house, House Drakewood, stands upon the precipice of change - but will you weather the storm?>Within what realm of the Seven Kingdoms do you rule over? (Vote one)>1. The North >2. The Riverlands>3. The Mountains of the Moon >4. The Riverlands>5. The Iron Islands >6. The Westerlands >7. The Stormlands >8. Dorne Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"We've done well enough this month," Mabel began, scanning the ink-stained column of figures. "Everyone is fed, and the stores are intact. But with the clans to feed, we're essentially subsistence farming. There's no surplus to store or sell for profit. We'll need more smallfolk to change that, but as things stand we're more likely to lose smallfolk than gain them.""Security in the valley is worse than I've ever seen it. Currently the money we receive from the clansmen's 'tax collecting' offsets the theft and damage to property, but the smallfolk feel increasingly threatened. There is a real risk it could lead to some of them migrating away. The lawlessness is the most pressing issue facing our lands at the moment."She tapped a finger against a separate scrap of parchment."The good news is that our off-the-books income is very healthy. The 'special levy' they've been collecting means we have a good amount of coin to invest. On top of that, we've been able to harvest the sourleaf that the Blood Maws had started growing in our valley before they left. They likely intended to chew it themselves, but we can either sell it for profit, or focus on turning it into a farming venture. There have been reports that the Blood Maws have been trying to raid our lands on occasion, which keeps everyone on edge."Ser Jarn let out a sigh at the mention of the Blood Maws, the one-time clan allies who had once dwelt in the valley. They had been raiding under Ser Jarn's protection but had quarrelled with the other clans in the house's service and had since abandoned the relationship and migrated into an upper valley. Turning his gaze across the table, Ser Jarn looked to his daughter and brother. "You're both wed to these clansfolk. What do we do about our own, before we worry about the ones who left?""Look, wild folk are wild folk, but they ain't causing trouble just for the fun of it," Kaelen answered. "Main problem is they don't got real roofs over their heads, they just drop their tents right on the smallfolk's crops and dirt. They spot a stray pig or goat, they grab it and roast it, couldn't care less whose it was. On top of that, you got them crammed right up against our farmers and the other clan. Put that much beef in the pot and it's gonna boil over fast. If we build 'em proper housing, a real hamlet or shift 'em to the next valley over, it'd get them off the farmland and cut down the chances for mischief. Or give the Skin Stalkers hunting rights in the wood, then they'd probably relocate their tents away from the farmlands and put some distance between them and the Black Pines." Then she muttered "Might even stop them from burning the whole thing down..."
Ser Vorn grunted in agreement. "You can take the man out of the wilds, Jarn, but you can't take the wild out of the man. They see it, they take it. Always have." He shrugged. "Feed 'em and keep 'em in ale, or drill 'em till they drop. Tired men don't make trouble."Jarn scratched his jaw, considering the thought. "A proper garrison, then? That costs coin, and it's a season with no raiding. It won't cover for the fact we're missing a hundred fighters the next time one of Ruthermont's men comes to inspect, but at least they will look civilized." He paused, then continued with a smile "Or we could set them loose on the Blood Maws. Uniting against a common wildling foe is the oldest tradition in the Vale. If they're busy fighting against those deserters, they'll be too occupied to fight among themselves.""As for the Blood Maws," Vorn replied, "they're hiding out in the mines up top. They've got a lot of lookouts, so whenever my scouts get close, they all pull back into the mines. It'll be bloody work to dig them out. Better to bait them into the open and ambush them."Jarn was silent for a moment, letting his thoughts settle, before focusing his attention on his son and heir, Kursant. "What do you have to report?"Kursant cleared his throat, launching into an accounting of the guerrilla unit's recent activities, only for Jarn to cut him off with a flick of his wrist. "That isn't what I'm asking about."Kursant paused, his mouth setting into a hard line as a flash of annoyance crossed his face. "I haven't found a bride yet."Ser Jarn exhaled slowly, then said with some warmth "Your sister's child will need a cousin to grow up with, Kursant, just as you grew up alongside Yohn. If you're struggling to pick out a bride and you fancy a woman with soft hands, your mother is more than willing to write to the lowland houses to see which eligible daughters they're eager to marry off.""I've three letters drafted already," Mabel said, without looking up from her ledger.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> How do you respond?As heir of the house, what are your recommendations for the coming month? I've added probably too many options just to give you all some ideas/inspiration for what you want to do immediately but also some longer term projects you might want to start in the coming months. I don't have a plot, just situations that you can engage with or ignore (but for example, if you ignore the Blood Maws for too long, or your low Law stat, then consequences will occur). If you want to go raiding or rebuild a toll bride then those will have consequences as well. If you sit in your tower and do nothing then the world will move on according to canon (and there will be consequences to that).What to do with your wealth> Do nothing, just save it> Convert wealth to law> Spend wealth on holdings to improve wealth/house fortunes (examples: get a maester, get a hamlet or small town and then a marketplace, get an artisan etc)> Convert wealth to land to rebuild the road and the ruined toll bridge> Convert wealth to power, and retrain the undisciplined troops to be something else> Convert wealth to land and purchase more terrain> Give a wealth gift to someone to increase InfluenceWhat to do with the sourleaf harvest> Sell it for 1 wealthComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6477502> Convert wealth to land to rebuild the road and the ruined toll bridgeNeeds fixing> Spend 1 wealth to make a sourleaf farm (custom holding) No laws against it as far as I am aware, free real estate> Negotiate with themFind the root of the problem. > Give them direction on what targets to look for when raiding [get random result - more predictableComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6477506>How do you respond?Hmmm>I will head out into the world like my father. Where the Dornish women at? Need me a Dornish girl. >Convert wealth to law Let's shore this up just a bit more before refocusing elsewhere... >Spend 1 wealth to make a sourleaf farm (custom holding)Always good to have a niche! >Negotiate with them We are tough, but I want more martial power before I solve problems with immediate violence. >Give them direction on what targets to look for when raiding [get random result - more predictable]They work for us, we should be coordinating their bad behavior. >You tell them that you'll handle it yourself (which is what you told them last month)Let's plan a trip to Dorne and start stockpiling supplies for that.
It’s Camp Day, everyone! An event that always happens after fighting a shark in hand-to-hand combat. Don’t question it, because the group is geared up and ready to do camp activities like… uh… being around a campfire… even your van is fully into this idea. It left its MECHAVAN tendencies to live up to the moment. What a crazy night this is being. You have zero clues as to what time it is. You know it’s late, and that’s about it.But Evie, Debbie, Ichie, and Holly are all fully energized! Maybe being light on clothes activates something in them. You’re a tired boy on the other hand, but that doesn’t mean you can’t last the night if needed. Time to enjoy what’s left of the night…“Glad you could join us, Debs!” Cheerleader Holly teases the blueberry in skimpy clothes. “I never doubted it, don’t know why…”“I believe we all know why!” Cow Ichie doesn’t like Debbie’s ways.“W-W-What do you mean?” Bikini Debbie is trying to cover her blueberries…“That’s enough. Stop criticizing her when we know who the real culprit is.” Now Maid Evie is brave enough to not cover her eyes. “F-For the last time, Crossbill set this up.” Camper Mode Johnny replies to this slander. That’s you. You’re yourself in Camper Mode. “You all look great, by the way.” You don’t lie. Evie turns red and frowns.“We’ll be stuck bickering if we don’t do something fun. Like Truth or Dare. Who is with me?” Holly takes the lead. “"Not now, Ruby. I don't care if you hate Truth or Dare because of some friend. Believe me, I'll make it fun!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476214You tell them what happened today! You have a new principal, and had a fun time with the newspaper club, the goths, Rora, and Mat!Evie believes your school is doomed if she doesn’t do anything. After so much nonsense, now she realized she can do something about this. Mei doesn’t take her seriously, says she’ll end up just like Holly — or already is with how huggy she is getting. Evie doesn’t like that pointed out. Tina realizes this is your retelling of the day from your perspective, which she finds fascinating. Debbie finds the later encounter more fascinating... Ruby pleads you to not use the school infirmary for that, which makes Ichie say that the fan club must have accommodations for that! Ruby says that wasn’t her point, but the whole topic is too embarrassing for her to continue arguing. And yes, Mei called Debbie a pervert once again. She sounds like a broken record...And at last, you tell them about some unruly ghost who possessed an innocent girl for no good reason.Evie can’t believe your gall to call HER an UNRULY anything! You spoke nothing but the truth. You two kept exchanging words for a bit. Ichie liked how Odetta was humiliated, despite Mei pointing out that you spend all your time calling her cute. Ruby sighs, now schools are haunted too. Tina says it was a longstanding rumor for a while, and that every now and then members of the newspaper club stay at school to investigate these paranormal sightings. It was her turn, and well, whoops…Debbie likes the Occult Club! She thinks they’re a fun gang with lovely attitudes! Tina agrees, but wishes she didn’t worry anyone with what happened. You tell her it’s all good, tomorrow you can talk to them if she’s still worried. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476215Amazing work QM! Thanks for all the effort and love you put into this thing!
>>6476215Thanks for running!
>>6476209>What can Johnny do if he gets seriousTake down the Almighty, is the plan. Hit Lloydington from all angles at once, break the host then let Philo break the entity.
I just realized I didn't read any of the actual posts, and just read the images.I'm now going to have to go back and read the posts.
Thousands of boots beat against the sodden ground, disorderly in their manner yet orchestral all the same. Throughout the long stretch of dirt-laid road, the tall column advanced, wagons by the hundreds accompanying their walk. This was not the well practiced march of a proper force - men traipsed about out of formation, talking amidst themselves, lagging behind to buy a morsel of food or a jug of drink from a roadside vendor before rushing back to join their fellows. It was a march of the mercenary, of the soldier of fortune, whose passion for gold and discipline ever lacking did show in their words and acts. Yet some withheld themselves from such actions - for atop their heads was was Fleur de Liz, whose flying banners did make them proud soldiers of a noble lord.This lord was you - Alessandro Galliota. And this army was yours.You had once been the Viscount of Portblanc - an island that sat at the entry of a continental riverway. After accepting an offer from the Prince of Segoma, Don Carles IV Brascarams, you abdicated from your post, handing it to your newborn nephew, and journeyed to the foreign land of Straccia at the head of a small regiment with but a single goal - to overthrow the Despot of Senucco, Niccolo di Lorena, and take his title for yourself. After a lengthy period of preparation, you have gathered your mercenaries, your cannons, and your coin, and have set off from Castello Fasso towards the city of Vivanna, your last stop before you are able to cross the border of Senucco and start the war at last.It is the 1st of October, 1545, the first of those middling days of the months of spring. After setting off from your short-lived "new home", you set off southwards, crossing through Edroa before heading east. To your misfortune, the infrastructure in the rural backlands of Nera is disappointing indeed - a barely maintained path of dirt, kept alive only by constant travel, is your only "road" in this place. Worse still is the horrible, insufferable heat. You experienced it shortly, before, in that great city of Vetra - but it is only now, marching under the terrible glare of this cruel sun - that you truly understand the Splendour-given power with which it shines. So great is the heat, that in the midst of the day, when the sun is highest, your army has no choice but to stop for a lengthy rest lest they succumb to exhaustion.Suffering worse than all of them, however, is your dear maid and childhood friend, Joan Sahakea. Borne of a people belonging to a land in the distant and frigid south, her feathered body leaves much to be desired in face of the blazing heat. Had you not ordered her to travel by means of wagon, held in the shadow of a parasol by another of your servants, she might have very well fallen to heatstroke by this moment in time. "Sire?"
>>6477377>WE DO NOT NEEDS KIDS (yet)Roll 1d100 to pull outAlternatively, titties
>>6477199>>Comfort JoanI was under the impression that the whole reason we took up this adventure in Straccia was to rule AND marry our bird-wife. We should comfort her that our heart belongs to her and her alone.If we become despot, but lose our true love, then what was it all for?
>>6477199>Do NotOh hey, we're back.As a moron who popped in during that one vote for our motive or something and voted for love without having done more than skimming the previous threads before catching up, and THEN voted to keep Joanne's secret and enthusiastically YAY on potentially marrying her, and am now tearing my hair out from indecision and stupidity, this is a nogoodbadideascornedbygod. While true love with our childhood friend is sweet, I'm kinda over it. 1st girl syndrome is a real killer. Leading her on (maybe) is awful. Marrying a halfbreed commoner needs no explanation for why it is unwise. But really for me, it also just isn't interesting. I mean, the suboptimal politics could be very modestly interesting, but the fact that our relationship is already at the stage of life long companions who know each other in and out isn't.
>>6477199>Comfort JoanChildhood friend romance go.
>>6477199>Comfort JoanJust let her know that we WILL need a noble wife and a son with that same wife, no false hopes
The year is 1999.You are a new recruit for a private organization known as “The Bureau” which covertly handles the discovery, documentation, research, containment, and—when possible—extermination of anomalies.Although you’ve completed a modest amount of training, this is your first time being sent on a mission. Typically, a senior field operative would accompany you to ensure the job goes smoothly, but a last minute emergency has resulted in you going alone.Currently, it’s 9:00 AM. The sky is grey with clouds. You sit in the back of a car, which you’ve been stuck in for five hours. Having no respect for your sleep, the bureau sent you out from headquarters at 4:00 AM sharp; it’s best to arrive early, they said, so there’s plenty of time to investigate before nightfall. At least they paid for your transportation, even if the driver is dead silent.Time passes slowly. You’re feeling awful bored.What do you do until you arrive at your destination?>Review your mission brief.>Double check your luggage.>Wait, who are you anyway? Maybe you should sort out your identity first.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6464253>Make your presence known to both of them.>*Knock* >"Hey, pardon, but are you open for business?"
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>>6464253>Make your presence known to both of them.
>>6464253>>Make your presence known to both of them.
>>6464254>>6464258>Make your presence known to both of them.By knocking on the open door no less."Chilly, eh? Does it normally get this bad this time of the year?"
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6434447>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure.Questionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Anyone else feel disappointed when it feels like players aren't engaging with the story v. the systems? I'll put things in that I feel like are obviously of note but no one even comments on it and just focuses on the next decision.
Sorry for not doing a thread in ages, dog died when I was going to start last time and life got in the way. My cousin is getting married this weekend, but after that I will start a thread.
>>6477512While I did try to get players to engage with the systems and they did more often than not, it's important to keep in mind that the value they're deriving from the quest isn't necessarily what you envisioned when presenting it. As long as they're still engaged with narrative and decisions, that's still a good sign that things are going how they should be.
>>6477512Add 2 women and watch as discussion explodes
>>6477512No when my players miss clues or hooks it instead feels deviously satisfying to know that when those things come up later they will feel either foolish and regretful OR they will be impressed by what they perceive to be subtlety on my part.
This is a quest taking place in an alternate version of the Naruto world several years after the conclusion of the main story. It is a sequel to Leaf Ninja Quest, and you will be playing as Akio Karagowa, a young Genin and the son of the main character of that quest. Your character is defined by your choices, so write-ins are always encouraged. And remember to have fun!>You do not have to read the previous quest in order to participate in this one, but if you wish to do so, it can be found here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Leaf%20Ninja%20Quest>Previous Thread >>6436608
>>6477120>>C. You've already brought up concerns with Kagari, you should follow up. Let her know what you guys have been thinking and train with herfinally
>>6477120>A. Focus on weapons training with your mother. You can also ask about the possibility of forging a legendary weapon of your own in the futureAnd>C. You've already brought up concerns with Kagari, you should follow up. Let her know what you guys have been thinking and train with her
Aw shit, we're back. Wasn't really paying attention since the site was down and I was busy following up on my grandpa in the hospital today. I gotta get up early in the morning, so I will put off the update for one more day. Sorry about that, but I am using the time to plan out the next arc since it's going to be a very big one
>>6477446Hope your grandpa gets well soon! Take all the time you need.
>>6477446Hope grandad is OK.
>It is February 13th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has made aby through the cruelest battle on the surface of the Moon, The unavoidable destruction of Heliopolis Colony and a perilous situation upon Junius Seven's Ruins. However, Tensions upscale as the persecution of the Archangel. Bolstened by official council orders to capture the vessel reaches its grasp closer and closer to Earth. Wherein Frieden may find. Things are not quite as he had left them almost a year ago.
>>6465312Margellan had sprawled multiple requisition papers and documentation across his desk. tracing them all with matched pinpricks as his warrants officer stared in disbelief at the lengths his captain went to maintain control."Sir, I believe you can just ask-" The warrants officer, an aged woman that had been assigned with the younger captain from her known well of patience gets unceremoniously shushed by the blonde man, ratty blonde hair not tied yet into his usual ponytail."I'm not asking anything of anyone until I can estimate the answer on my own." Margellan declared as he looked over multiple requisitions "All of these are things I had asked for... before being held out of me at the last resupply. not to mention the packages to the Le Creuset Squad and the Units and Reinforcement of Zellman."Margellan's deliberation as he reviewed every piece of matched evidence only made him grip his knuckles white... Because this was perfect. All the resources he had asked for, The mounting supply needs of a possibly ill-adviced skirmish against the 8th Space Fleet. and the experimental materials..."Captain, Have you slept since the courier ping reached our sensors?" The warrants officer took a more caring tone as Margellan wiped at one of their eyes with tense fists "I understand what we're possibly coming off against but you need rest."Margellan gave one glare to them before conceding, placing their glasses back on "Three years. Three years I was embedded in the PLANT's council as Chief Engineering Officer. I find it miraculous that I get all I asked for, not because of the convenience. But because I know damn well in those three years, I didn't endear myself to anyone for these to arrive just in time." The admission makes the warrants officer substantially measure Margellan's own discretionary review of the manifests."I see... Still, you should prepare for your materials and the excess to dock within the Nemo's hangar bay in fifteen minutes. We've also received an assembly request from the Vesalius for two units to be mounted with Purgeable parity packs." Margellan raised an eyebrow to the upgrades before shaking their head.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465316Extricating yourself to a shuttle going into the Nemo, You board alongside Miguel and Athrun, Still weighing the sheer devastation that Nuclear power being invalidated could have wrecked over the earth."You look pale." Miguel broke you off your own calculated estimations as he secured your own seatbelt for you."Right, Sorry... Thinking about the Green Frame." Lying over the fact, you do take notice as Miguel shows off a tablet with a charter of upgrades for a CGUE's frame."You secured a CGUE after being reassigned?" Athrun asked with inquiry over the fact Miguel had lost the leverage of Le Creuset's reputation and gained the counterweight that was Margellan's instead as Miguel just shrugged."I came upon one, You'll see." Was his confident explanation before settling for explaining to Athrun a whole suite of mobility improvements already installed within the frame.Margellan had called away personally for you to show, He'd unearthed another fragment from the corrupted memory of the Green Frame's Morgenroete OS and wanted to keep it quiet for you to acknowledge... Which did feel pressuring as much as the situation on earth creeping upon your active imagination.However, disembarking you're a bit distracted by a nice, pleasant smell filling into the otherwise sterile hangar bay of the Nemo as shuttles are helped out to undock.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465318>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.intuition maxxing
>>6465318>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.
>>6465318>>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.
