You search for happiness.You fail.You grasp for happiness.You fail.You wish for happiness.Nothing happens.The City looms before you, 26 districts lined with endless variants of the same tragic tale repeated ad infinitum. Which of them are you?>A member of an Office, official organizations comprised of a group of Fixers. A Fixer's role is to take on contracts pertaining to a wide variety of requests, be it combat, protection, investigation, hazard removal and others. Life in The City is dangerous, and life as a Fixer is more dangerous still. Though, it certainly beats the monotony of civilian life.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6472810“W-we made it about this far on the last expedition. We were getting ready to document everything nearby, with uh, with the Fixers standing about where you’re standing right now,” Rob says, waving a lanky arm in the direction of the darkness yet uncharted. “Then uh… well…”“They were promptly decapitated,” Edith butts in, kneeling near a spiky, glowing plant. “The creatures who ambushed them were small, extremely fast, and wielded scythe-like protrusions for arms. We lost a few of our number too thanks to the sheer incompetence of those Fixers.”“Why didn’t you hire a big gun from the start? Could’ve saved you a lot of trouble,” you ask, already knowing the answer.“Why waste money?” One of the other researches pipes up. “I mean… we didn’t know how dangerous it would be, obviously.”Only it wasn’t exactly unknown how dangerous the Ruins could be.“Well you know what they say: ‘Never hire a Fixer Grade 5 or above for a real job’ eh fellas?” one of the others quip while grabbing samples. A few too many of the researchers laugh in response.Before you respond, the scrapes of skittering claws echo in the distance.“Contact,” you mutter, gesturing widely for everyone to shut up, pay attention, and back up. The scrambling sounds come closer by the second. You squint, but the stretching blackness is too thick to make any headway. You grumble, reach into your waistcoat, and pull out a cane too long to realistically fit inside it.The cane’s constructed of a material that resembles hardwood drenched in jet-black enamel. Dials, switches, and buttons decorate the surface of the implement, each armed with its own unique function. Engraved on the bottom of the cane is a capital W. At the top of the cane lies a small, classical clock, ticking away without a care in the world. It’s a comforting sound.The first of them springs forth out of the darkness, screaming bloody murder.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6472812“See, now that’s a proper Fixer for you!” one researcher gushes. “W-wow, nice work, mister Monocle. I couldn’t even see the movement,” Rob says, putting away a plastic bag with some stones on it.“Yes, yes, very nice,” Edith grumbles, hitching a bag over her shoulder. “Let’s keep it moving. I want us back by sunset and there is likely a LOT to cover.”Deeper into the tunnel you go.The next few hours are fairly uneventful, monsters aside. You aren’t all too deep even now, and no monster you meet really exceeds the scythe gerbils in danger. The researchers seem increasingly pleased as time goes on and their bags fill up, though not much of anything really seems to show on Edith’s face. You couldn’t get a read on her other than her being excessively focused on getting shit done. You’re brought out of your thoughts as you emerge into the biggest clearing yet.Crystal stalactites hang overhead, illuminating the massive chamber with rays of stained light. There’s a slope leading downward to what look like… houses? You can’t recognize the building material; in fact, it’s like your eyes simply start to slide away anytime you focus too hard on the houses themselves. Strange, but you’ll leave discovering the specifics to the eggheads. Only one problem immediately comes to mind: there are already people down there.From the white cloaks and matching dark clothing, you immediately identify the new group as members of the Syndicate, the Index. One of the Five Fingers, The Index follow Prescripts - messages either physical or digital sent by the ones they worship. Prescripts are sometimes seemingly nonsensical tasks, all set towards furthering some goal somehow. It was all very mysterious.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6472814>>You're gonna go chat with them first. Zealots are almost impossible to convince otherwise, but you might learn why they’re here and other interesting little factoids if you dig a little. Maybe they’ll respect your presence?no way are they snooping here without a Proxy...
>>6472814>You're gonna go chat with them first. Zealots are almost impossible to convince otherwise, but you might learn why they’re here and other interesting little factoids if you dig a little. Maybe they’ll respect your presence?
2nd thread for the space Nation rolaplay game!We have space to accept a few new players, but mostly to take over nations of players who quit. (substantial alterations permitted obviously)For some context on how the game is ran: it't has a supporting excel sheet and unlike most NRPs which follow a linear nation-growth curve SpaceNRP seeks to focus the unreasonable scale with space by being built around growth.Discord link: https://discord.gg/7eJPc2dbtThread 1: >>6446706I'd usually start a new thread only after the first one drops of the board, however with /sup/tg no longer allowing direct links that'd basically make thread 1 completely inaccessible if players of QMs needed to double check anything.
>>6476431>6476431Fourth planet... life. An untouched wilderness world, with a good atmosphere density and composition.--> Sulub Technocracy.This sheet is a mess, there's resource bonuses that haven't been included for several turns, bonuses not applied, etc.Action 1: 120 Prod, 30 Pop metal mining in asteroid belt.With resource use discount: 108, 30Action 2: 600 Prod, 600 Metal, 600 Volatiles Colonisation.I'll be merciful and halve that, because of the previous administrative fumbles.300 Prod, 300 Metal, 300 Volatiles Colonisation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476432>ElyriaResults and Updates Turn 9What our people are already calling “The battle to save the republic” has had a lasting impact on our society. We clung to victory by our toes and it is not certain we would have won at all without Ilessara. While she remains hated and disliked there are those who whisper her name with reverence. As such the government is determined not to become dependent upon her help. A new class of defensive platforms have been constructed in the warded system. Here with lasers guided via post geometric means they will have a massive reach and be able to keep any fleet from interfering with the colony. They contain their own circles of “non-kinetic warriors” who have capabilities that have proven effective against the cynosure up to this point.. (Defensive platforms online with psionic soldiers)Hundreds of volunteers have been searching through the wreckage under the eyes of the Eternal vigilance. It is a bitter sweet affair. There are of course countless valuable resources laying in massive swirling tornadoes which require the finest of navigational skills to extract, but part of thse debris are bodies. Arms, torsos, shattered lifeless constructs, and unknown lifeforms which we dont recognize. Sometimes we find survivors, acolytes who protected themselves with heater runes or crewmembers who sealed themselves off when their ship lost power or atmosphere. Mostly we find bodies. However, there are 3 enemy vessels which when brought aboard the Eternal sword, opened their shattered holds to reveal lifeforms. They raised massive pistols with one hand, speaking in strange tounges. This tense standoff was resolved when their translators found our correct frequency. They introduced themselves as “Wozen” and tossed their weapons aside once they understood we were not other servants of their masters. They requested aslyum and secrecy. Any evidence of disoloyalty on their part would see their sentences carried out on their families back home. They have much to share with us.(received 6 spirit, 120 vol and 120 metal as well as 1 population of woven slaves who have defected, they can provide basic information about the cynosure)While we are not proud to admit this there was a certain level of…preemptive asset distribution on the part of the higher echelons of society. When the cynosure war fleet jumped into system they dropped all of their reserves to get out as fast as possible. Valuables from runic secrets to jewlrey hit the market. It didnt take long for sellers to surpass buyers and the whole thing to spiral downwards while the most mundane goods went upwards. A can of rations costed a days wages, a ticket back home a year’s salary for most tech aficionados, and bunker spots were selling like hotcakes. Local economy has stabilized now but it was still a pretty big hit(Prosperity decreased by 3, it wouldve been 5 but the defenses you constructed have put more funds back into the local economy)
>>6476435>KuroyanSlinkies have been affixed with SCAR devices in a first of its time surgery. No one is sure if it will work, or if the slinkies are merely playing along looking to turn the tables. We will watch them closely as they replace our workers in many different industries. Of course these workers are immediately redirected into our new energy industry, but the entire effort has pushed our industry to new heights! Unfortunately the slinkies are not cooperating and we have only made marginal efforts in making them reproduce. We are learning more about them day by day, it appears that they reproduce via a mix of mitossis and impact-fertilization. Generally it appears that the more idle ones we have, the faster they reproduce.(Slinkies have replaced our workers in many positions, breeding is going…slower than expected but exponential growth is ahead)Our new production facility is online. It sports the latest in fusion welding alongside vibrational processing centers. While we have begun to redirect workers into the facility it remains vastly understaffed. There are still massive benefits to our warfleet, which returned in a state that can be charitably described as “less than optimal”(Foundry online, only provides 1000 out of 6000 production due to pop issues)With the slinkies now surging through the labor market our population has become rather expectant of their own benefits. Miners decided to knock off chunks rather than fully process the ore, smelters decide that bars dont need to be shaped, and those responsible for organizing fuel shipments think they will do it later or slinkies will somehow move it for them. None of this is enough to cripple production but our overseers report that this will still be felt this turn(Resources provided this turn decreased by 10%)(Order clarification - repair happens automatically but you can pay resources to speed it up)(Exploration Results will be gained next turn when the fleet returns, they rolled poComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
This star is like none we have found before. It glows brightly, sheds mass regularly yet scorches everything in its vision. We must have a new colony here to discover its secrets. Our researchers are skeptical that the legends of old hold value, yet none can deny that they truly have no idea what to expect here. A Non-Ecludian structure has been devised to ensure maximum blockage of the radiation and the entire colony is covered by a Graviational Defelector which will (hopefully) decrease any radiation to a manageable level. (Colony progressing, requires 1 dm per turn to power the deflector prevents issues)Things have become increasingly hostile in this galaxy. Slinkies destroying asteroids with ease, unknown civilizations to our north, Kuroyanian ships which can turn invisible completely and the dying of a star have convinced the elders it is time to re-design our ships. By incorporating the new metals with our gravitational deflectors we can take full advantage of our recent advances. Rather than make thick layers of internal armor we can cut it out for lighter crystalline plates while the honeycombed spaces run power to deflector arrays. Less mass means they can maneuver faster, carry more stores and have additional redundancies. (New model navy research underway, provides a flat bonus to fleet power)>New HorizonsWith the inauguration of our new colony, life beings anew in more ways than one. This new colony will be the site of our initial HC (Human Caretaker) couples! Our pilot program has produced a significant increase in the overall birthrate, nearly 25% and we expect this to scale with increased portions of our population dedicated to them. Furthermore this allows us to watch the children carefully as they develop. We have done everything a human mother should do yet this remains uncharted territory. The caretakers watch with baited breath.As a side note thanks to having caretakers in countless homes they are better able to perform routine maintenance which reduces energy and water consumption on a scale previously considered insignificant.(event provides a 10% reduction in expenses next turn)Elsewhere they are hard at work expanding metal times in the Human Habitat system. Their efforts here are now more important given the large warfleet hanging behind them. Hopefully it will never be used, but there is no telling what might be lurking out in the void after that star to the far south went out. Maybe its just natural…or so the caretakers on watch duty tell themselvesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476439Computational idling has been steadily pecking away at the idea of a resource which can modify gravity. Its been a fun theory humans have held for almost 4 millennial now but today it becomes reality. With our data from Amelia’s exploration combine with our observations over the past 5 cycles there is finally an isolatable pattern in the gravitational fluctuations. Concerning in its own right but the NPP assures us that they have our local wormhole well under control. (We can now harvest strings)
QM’s Twitter @Artemis_QM, Strange Tales QuestBeing Powered by Monster of the Week.Thread 1The Society for Psychical Research, Est 1882 in the United Kingdom, is establishing and incorporating a field investigation, research, and publishing branch in Manhattan New York starting in the summer of 1961. Making use of a cooperative agreement with a legacy of the Society this branch will be operating out of The Guardian Building in the heart of the city to investigate the Paranormal in the Tri-State area. As such you have been recruited as field staff on this delightful late May day 1961.But just who are you? And what are some of the wondrous resources and colleagues you have in the Society’s new to come quarterly Journal? Know that when looking up the playbooks mentioned the tech level is dialed back to what is standard or appropriate for the year 1961…with a few exceptions for the resources gained by dabblers in super science.Yes, who are you that has come to work for the Society’s Journal? Pick your person…well, they’re mostly people. Those you don’t choose may show up in the story ahead if not as colleagues than maybe once or twice down the way where you might not expect them.
You don’t know how well you can deal with the forces inside someone’s mind. What you draw from visions of the past and dreams are one thing, what you glean from surface thoughts are another. Regarding the man before you, whatever you do is not going to be a brute forcing of the chains that bind him.You saw that external brute force had previously failed, even by someone as strong as whoever built The Door. So, now you won’t try to break the chains that bind this man’s heart and soul, your passenger can whisper and press between them. Give leverage, and maybe help bolster him to slip those chains himself.“I want to help you know your name,” you offer to him carefully and offer your hand, he takes it requiring no prompt as the programming to be a beggar prevents him from denying any charity thrown to him.The offer alone seems to calm his sudden manic irritation.When you make contact, the world slows down as you reach out into his active mind. Within, you perceive the construct of his consciousness in a white void picked clean of anything but a few distant and hazy shadows that fade and manifest in the distance. The deepest shadow, you know as you approach in this void, is the silhouette of his identity, bound in crafted chains. The only things that are clear and solid here are you, your passenger, and the chains.With that in mind, you get to work.Struggling you and your passenger grip either shoulder’s binding and leverage as best you can while encouraging the samaritan.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484357“You will not free my enemy from his purgatory,” he demands, “So commands Paul Destine!”He shouts this with such force as to knock you and your passenger back, and the ridiculous purple skirt and cape are replaced by a far more impressive militarized outfit, and the crown becomes golden.>You take 2 HarmAnd it rattles something within you as you collide with your passenger, entwining as chains rise around the both of you.“Wait…I know you,” he murmurs in recognition as the astral swirls behind him in a construct of a conquered and obedient world under banners and sigils of his ideation and you strain to collect yourself after the sudden storm of thought that assaulted you, “Yes, yes you are the girl who woke me from my meditations. You have strayed into matters you do not understand, child, but I am a generous tyrant. In thanks to the energizing gift you gave me to achieve this culmination of my power early I give you one chance to know my mercy. And since you bear the power of the ancients as do I, if you wish a place in my coming world I give you leave to submit as one of my acolytes!”Speaking of ego, this man is full of it. Paul Destine, his history and presence feels like it’s being crammed down your throat as he exudes and weaponizes his own self importance.Once a telepathic con man, turned to obsession with finding the source of his power, believing to be an inheritor of a bloodline called the ancients, seeking something called The Serpent’s Crown, and being part of the Oracle Expedition when it set sail just over a year after the end of the first world war.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484358Part of what fuels him is your power, filtered through the strange crown it seeps back into you and your mind opens and energizes you.Shakily, and on instinct you stand and regard the self aggrandizing would be fascist before you.“Does a name matter when you were among heroes,” you manage to whisper in the waking world to the Samaritan…and it stirs something.Something begins to form in the astral behind you, from the Samaritan, but you do not yet know what. It needs time.>Prepare to strike him (Be Offensive)>Build the Triangle (Be Defensive)>Get ready to lose your fucking shit (Be Wild & Untamed)&Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484348>>6484350Those are some curiously shitty rolls
>>6484359>Get ready to lose your fucking shit (Be Wild & Untamed)The shit rolls fuel her anger.>Run for The Door, for weal or woeNo doors or chains will be left after this hunt.
The drunken crowd offers cheers and jeers in equal measure to the two fighters down in the pit who lay into one another a with crude, yet undeniable earnestness. The air is thick with the stench of cheap ale and old sweat, underscored by the metallic tang of blood."Such is the curse of talent," you remark conversationally, observing the fight. "Both were the undisputed champions of whatever provincial arena they hail from. Stronger, faster, able to end fights quickly and decisively. Never felt the need to learn proper fundamentals. Never-""OOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!" the crowd's roar shakes the arena as the smaller brawler, the half-elf, suddenly slips behind the half-orc and suplexes him into the ground. But the latter immediately breaks the hold and roll to his feet, with the two fighters back to facing each other, sweat pouring from them and their chests heaving."Never learned to pace themselves either," you finish the thought, then finally turn to face the pair who sat down at your table.The first and most boring one is a middle-aged human male whose traveling cloak hides his attire, but the gold-wrought amulet peeking out from underneath the hem and, more importantly, the cloying, prickling aura of borrowed divinity identifies him as a mid-ranked priest of Bahamut. No more than a few drops of dragon blood flowing through his veins, but enough skill and persistence to rise to where he has.The second of the pair is a proper half-dragon by your reckoning, though her face a curious mix of human and elf features, fully fleshed, with only a hint of scale around the cheeks. She also conceals herself with a cloak, though there is no hiding the pair of ridged, swept back horns amid her dark, cropped, or her sheer size, easily seven and a half feet before she sat down. And you did catch a flash of gold when her cloak billowed, briefly revealing the tip of her tail, as well as the muted clink of chain when she sat down.That would be her then. The paladin.The two of them stare at you for a long moment, apparently confused by your unprompted monologue. When it becomes clear no immediate reply is forthcoming, you turn your attention back to the pit, where the fight has degenerated into an exchange of wild haymakers, each one sloppier than the last.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6481464>Unacceptable. Bludgeon him into swearing an oath he will protect Ismene properly.I concur. Also, we're a blue. Imagine giving up one of yours up to a bunch overgrown monkeys.
>>6481464>So be it. You'll be keeping her near you for the time being.He knows he's way weaker, yet he wriggles towards a no; I'd rather not leave anything of worth to us in his care. Let him know how bad this reflects on him and the church and let us be gone from here.
>>6482478But that's the thing this works on multiple levels since if they are taken, we're going to go get them back regardless.And since we represent his organization the fallout will be felt by him since we're likely to just abscond anyway, or otherwise be beyond anything that could be brought to bare, Amarsyrin won't be and has to clean up since his job ties him to the Revaron Empire.So it works out better for everyone if he at least tries to delay the Magister long enough for us to get back.
>>6481464>>Unacceptable. Bludgeon him into swearing an oath he will protect Ismene properly.
>>6482478+1, agreed.>>6481464>So be it. You'll be keeping her near you for the time being.
Low effort slop.Your name is Anon Hardwood.You wake up in your shitty apartment...You stretch and look around you... Your mattress is on the ground, your random merch is scattered everywhere... but at least you got rid of that black mold... though the entire place stinks of vinegar now... Gross... Still, that bought you yet another extension on your rent since you're pretty sure you could have normally sued the landlady into hell and back for how crap your place is... pretty sure she's only renting it out cause of a new law they passed...Ugh, it's like... 10pm... what the fuck... that is... the WORST time to wake up... you're wired... WAT DO?>You're gonna be fucking late for work... Night shift security, baby... If that's not dead-end, I don't know what is...>Attempt to fix your horrendous NEET sleep schedule by taking more melatonin than recommended then laying back down.>Another sleepless night... time to get online and start shitposting about... I don't know, whatever.>fuck, did your fish die? damnnit, when's the last time you fed them?! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6471356>"HOLY SHIT WAS THAT A GOATMAN!?"
>>6471359>>6471360Midterms are fucking with my update schedule..."HOLY SHIT IS THAT A GOATMAN!?"Other Intruder that didn't turn into a goat: Goddamnit, do we even waste our time with this fucker?! I don't think he's even a player! Looter: HE HAS A FUCKING GUN, GARY! HE'LL SHOOT US IF WE LEAVE HIM!Crossbow: I think he's the second one I smelled! Rush him while he reloads!Shot Guy: FUCK, FUCK, GODDAMNIT, I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT THAT BITCH ALONE! Broken Fingers: AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6472520>Midterms are fucking with my update schedule...The election midterms? Is there something you aren't telling us or is it something different? well>Write inI am gonna do a little bit of lore-ing for you QM.| https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Jiq03qYFAYou remember you used to play a lot of Half-Life back in the day, especially Half-Life 2, but something you really loved in these games was the BunnyHopping. You looked tutorials on how to Bhop in these games, and the Bhop you really liked was the Accelerated Back-Hop from HL2.Now, these guys said something about us not being a player.. that makes you wonder. First the gun randomly appeared here, then the whole building started blocking all signals for some reason, and now you have another magazine of bullets out of nowhere!So if it is something like that then....You scowl at your attackers, and then!>Jump forwards into the air>Turn around midairComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>6472589stoopid 4chin
>>6472520>Attempt to reload your deagle before crossbow guy and Looter shoot you.We need to be badass and shoot them.
It's been several weeks since all of this happened. Nobody could have seen it coming.The viral outbreak started its course in the Far East. It was kept under wraps for a long time, until containing the secret was no longer a reasonable possibility. Research into a virus intended for biological warfare had begun, with test subjects recruited through online surveys that catered toward the financially desperate, supposedly through legitimate government sources. Though volunteers for the experimental drug had to sign NDAs before going through with the trial, the governments in those lands managed to secure thousands of desperate people to participate in the experiments.The ironic thing about all of this? Containment of the secret wasn't breached by a rogue volunteer. It was breached by horrifying creatures, some of which barely resembled their former human selves from within the facility.A research lab in a once-redacted location more than likely suffered a security breach, allowing one of those things to escape. That's what most of the world believes at this point, anyway. There aren't many people from those parts of the world who, firstly, know about the project and, secondly, are still alive to talk about it.Things very quickly got out of control. It took less than a week for the infection to spread like a flame from Hell. The undead now scavenge, stumble, and wander aimlessly in search of their next meal.There doesn't seem to be any reliable way to kill these things. Some rumors among emerging factions suggest that removing the head or directly destroying the brain can kill the freaks. You're unsure how true any of this is, though. It's been several weeks. Something seems different about the initial undead horde. They've mutated, and are now able to...>Run>Mimic sounds>Manipulate objectsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6472410>Setup defenses with what you have and reinforce the entrance
Roll a 1d20+1 for the results of your reinforcing. There's no DC the higher the better.
Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6472615
Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6472615
Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6472615
The old keep upon the hill stands out like a broken bone. It serves as the seat of the Von Rabenfels household. Deep within it's bowls lies the family crypt. Here is the eternal resting place of you and your sons and daughters. Here, where your power is at it's strongest, you have lain dormant for many years. Hundreds of years ago you were given this fiefdom for your service. Your time as the iron patriarch has long passed, but your strong grip and guiding voice still linger to lead your blood to glory. It is once more time to guide your descendants from the afterlife. Choose one strength and two weaknesses of the Von Rabenfels Dynasty:>(Prosperity) How many Reichsgulden you still have in your coffers, as well as other assets you might own. Determines your wealth and stewardship.>(Blood) How numerous and strong your progeny is. Determines how many members of your family are left and of what stock they are.>(Connections) How well connected you are. Determines your prestige and influence among the nobility. Also choose one of the following traits:>(House of warriors) You came to your title through the battleaxe and your children have followed in your footsteps. Your house has a long military tradition. Old swords and armour fill your halls. Every male member has a war story to tell and even the daughters are often taught in fencing or strategy.>(Family of occultists) Many of your descendants have dabbled in the mysterious arts of magick. Though not outright banned in many places of the empire it is frowned upon everywhere, and certainty dangerous.>(Old traditions) Though ancestor worship has become old fashioned your family seems to be a conservative sort. Every night candles are lit and prayers are spoken in your name. Your influence is greater as a result.
>>6484062>Demoralize Klaus by letting the voices of hundreds of ancestors reverberate in his skull. (-2 to his roll)We don't roll yet, yes?
>>6484062>Demoralize Klaus by letting the voices of hundreds of ancestors reverberate in his skull. (-2 to his roll)
Rolled 10 + 7 (1d20 + 7)>>6484113>>6484257I intended for the first voter to decide the vote to save on time. Sorry, ill make it clearer next time.I will roll for Klaus then with total added mod of -7. You will have to beat this roll to hit.
>>6484351So now you will have to beat his roll of 3 with your +6 mod. That should be rather easy for Friedrich, except if he rolls a nat 1, in which case there is a parry and we start again.
Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)>>6484351To do a roll with a malus you do +-Rollin'
Your name is Jinn Garastra, and you're a long way from home.It was but a few short years ago you left the Hegemony on a one-man craft capable of traveling faster then the speed of light; a miracle of fusion miniaturization, all for your self-appointed mission of exploration to the farthest reaches of known space. There are no other Jaxtians out here, especially not high blooded ones like yourself. You're honestly still a little amazed Halam agreed to it, practically with his dying breath...You enter the shop of one 5Sara, a Quinapode merchant and partial owner of this very space station hidden within the interstellar space between stars. You aren't in the Hegemony anymore, nor among the Aristocrats or even the Kuwgonit clans whose territory stretches all across this sector of space. No, you are a part of the Galactic Underground, the loose peoples and diaspora of the great and mighty space empires. You've been traveling up and down the length of the Kuwongit clan territory, mapping out their relations and long blood feuds, all the way to the edge of Aristocrat space. But whenever you need supplies, she is always right here, and she doesn't even try to rip you off!”Ahh! Look who it is! Jinn! My favorite customer!”You're never exactly sure where to look. Her voice is projected from the chest of the robotic exoskeleton that holds her; and the other quinapodes in her collective; along with an animated screen that shows a simplified female face. It's even a nice Jaxtian cyan color too, at least when she's talking to you. But her actual body? You'd assume it's up in the head, along with the other little squirming, faceless cephalopods...
>>6483911Well, I suppose that settles it; no dino pussy for Jimmy boy.
>>6483633>Give them their peace; sleep aloneIt’s not right
>>6484107>It's not rightI mean, while I voted against it, there's nothing wrong about this other than banging someone you're not married to. There's nothing that denotes they aren't perfectly aware of what they're doing. I'm not voting this because I am very suspicious about anything so seemingly good.
Update is being worked on.
>>6484107It's the Garastra way.
You're The Foid. You just entered college.Mission: Survive.Choose your type.>Old Money: The balanced option. Be aware. You have obligations.>New Money: Worse connections. Daddy has a gross geek job. But you have weird and interesting stuff to show off.>Poor & driven scholarship foid: Ok but Why? Do you even have a car? What are you doing here?
Anyway.>Gazebo Rank: 8>Foid rank: 15>Roll 15d10, every die over 6 is a success, meet or exceed 8 successes
Rolled 5, 4, 7, 6, 8, 3, 2, 8, 3, 1, 3, 2, 1, 1, 6 = 60 (15d10)Rolling
Rolled 6, 4, 8, 2, 7, 3, 5, 2, 7, 7, 9, 7, 8, 9, 5 = 89 (15d10)>>6469427
>>6468791Picture of our undercover rich foid
>>6469427>>6469436Did we died?
Ten years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.The revelation of Sir Gravis being a Syndicate agent was something you couldn’t have predicted, but when the person telling you this was your own sister Beve Perenolde, you couldn’t deny it. And when Lady Nalice managed to recover documents most likely confirming it, you were only but sure your sister had told you the truth.With that knowledge in mind you set forth and visited both Durnholde Keep and Hillsbrad Fields to secure trade and security with both of them. While Lord Blackmoore had chosen an apt time to go cold turkey and stop drinking, you succeeded in getting what you wanted, Durnholde joining the Darrowmere League. In addition you gained an old lethargic orc to train your men in how to fight against his kin.But as you travelled, you met with Kel’Thuzad, the excommunicated Archmage from Dalaran. He delivered a warning and a gift in the location of his hideout. That was for you to loot, that is if you are going to do it?Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483811>South, no one expects you to go through Strahnbrad, least of all the Syndicates.>Go bother Pai, her porridge is getting cold.
“I'm trying to think what would the Syndicate do? They will be alerted, or at least Creedy’s men will be in perhaps a day or two. Where would they think we would be going?” You said to Bill and continued. “They must predict our goal being reaching Dawnholme, so they probably will think we will head west or south and cross the mountains.”“Strahnbrad.” Bill muttered to himself.“They don't expect us to go there, we will be safe closer to the enemy we are.” You continued.“Aye.” Bill said. “Still dangerous.”“Very, but we have a headstart. Just need to choose a route that can't be followed.” You replied. “The cart is not exactly the easiest to hide, but as long as Cyrus is not awake and can't ride…”Bill nodded and emptied the porridge pot in the last bowl.“Ahh yes…” You said to yourself and picked the bowl and a spoon. "I will go see what is taking her so long.”…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484400>Something is bothering her, does she want to talk about it?>Forget about Creedy, you have dealt him a major blow with Alicia freed.>Tell her to finish eating quickly, because you are going back to Strahnbrad.>Alicia is wrong to call you an evil woman. Pai is not evil.>Other, write in.>The Sayaad, the succubus must have surprised her quite lot>Praise her effort in the Keep, she made climbing the wall seem so very easy.>No one will believe what we managed to accomplish. Five of us against a whole Keep.>Perhaps don't talk about the attack on the Keep right now.>Other, write in
>>6484401>>Something is bothering her, does she want to talk about it?>Alicia is wrong to call you an evil woman. Pai is not evil.>Perhaps don't talk about the attack on the Keep right now.
>>6484401>Tell her to finish eating quickly, because you are going back to Strahnbrad.>Alicia is wrong to call you an evil woman. Pai is not evil.>No one will believe what we managed to accomplish. Five of us against a whole Keep.
You wake up after an eon-long slumber. The last bits of memories slowly fade away from your minds. The only thought that lingers: you won, but the price for the victory was enormous.
>>6475579Creepy. Let's chill out and eat the meat for now like >>6476014 suggested. After a bit put the cloak back on Lekar and try waking him up to see if he can clue us in on what's next for us. If he's terribly sleepy we could put a note, would have to his reaction first though.
>>6476264Add to also spy a look at what book he was reading while asleep before waking him up. Could be something to bring up later.
>>6476014>Eat the meat>>6476264>Creepy. Let's chill out and eat the meat for now like >>6476014 suggested. After a bit put the cloak back on Lekar and try waking him up to see if he can clue us in on what's next for us. If he's terribly sleepy we could put a note, would have to his reaction first though.>>6476267>Add to also spy a look at what book he was reading while asleep before waking him up. Could be something to bring up later.You eat the meat and decide to also try a rusk. Your kind doesn’t really digest most of the plant foods, but small amounts are usually fine. Costrel has half-decent wine inside. Both meat and rusk are as dry as a rock, so despite washing them down with wine, you end up with a slightly sore jaw. On the other hand, your stomach finally stops aching: what you were afraid of being a Lekar’s error turned out to be just a regular hunger.Done with the breakfast, you get up and walk to Lekar’s table. You shoot a quick glance at the book he lies asleep on, expecting to see yet another anatomical tractate, but notice it’s something different. You would’ve liked to take a closer look, but his tail lies in a way, so you have to peer at it from some distance. The book is old and massive. The text on parchment pages is written in Venaiyan and, judging by the style, is from one of the churches of One God. Your fur slowly stands on end. Rethinking your intention about waking Lekar up, you continue to look at the page. Suddenly, you notice another, slightly faded text under the first one, in Ellan. You aren’t literate in Venaiyan, despite being from the Empire, but you can’t say the same about Ellan: young lord dragged you along with him almost everywhere, his classes included. You weren’t really against it, though. It’s some kind of a dialect, so you have trouble reading, but from what you understand, it’s either a natural atlas or a traveler’s memoirs. And somehow, there’s also a third text, heavily faded and barely noticeable from your distance, that looks somewhat similar to the language you saw in the old iera’s books in your home village.For some reason, your attention is drawn to the page number. It reads "6 0" — with an unusual space between the digits.
After some thinking, you decide to wake Lekar up. The only explicitly bad things you've noticed about him so far are his monstrous appearance on par with weird alcoholism. And, remembering the lord’s stories, followers of malicious churches usually tend to pay extra attention to their looks for some reason. You take off not-your cloak, carefully place it over his shoulders, then gently push him awake. He lifts his head from the table slightly and looks at you in confusion. “Uhm, m-morning?” you say uncertainly. He continues looking at you, head turned at a slight angle: two eyes and thick round glasses tilted along them. The third — the lower one — is blindly directed straight ahead somewhere towards the window. After an uncomfortably long pause he waves his hand weakly at your side, then tries to take a decanter from the table. The decanter tips over. It becomes obvious: there’s almost nothing left inside.Lekar reaches under his cloak but stops mid-motion. “The top one” — you advise him — "It has a lot of stuff in the pockets. I haven’t touched anything”. He starts rummaging through them. After a brief moment he takes out… a pistol? All that time you had a pistol on you? He opens something on its side, pours black powder right onto the floor, carefully lowers one of the protruding things down, and puts the weapon to his right, all in complete silence. And all that time you had it, it was ready to fire. You feel like you’re about to faint.His next attempt to fish something out of the pockets finally ends up in success: you see him holding a costrel. He uncorks it and, in a moment, pours all its content into his now visible mouth. The smell of strong booze fills the room. After drinking, he sits still for another long minute. Suddenly, he turns to you, looks you up and down, and asks:— Why are you barefoot?The creature, which just downed a whole pint of something strong, now looks at you without a trace of previous confusion and speaks completely straight. You mutter something about all shoes you found in the attic being made for human legs. Everything feels more and more surreal with each passing moment.>Now (you) could choose who to follow and change it at will. Write-ins are available for both Feye and Lekar, but don’t forget to specify who you’re addressing.>What to do now?I’m swamped with work rn, so updates will not be too often. It’ll be this way until january
>>6480487No worries QM. Lets briefly go to Lekar and reminisce his purpose for Faye, Lekar seems like he can hold his own so it's probably better to steer Faye more with the found knowledge, though I'm curious what she'd do on her own.
You're a monkey.
The townsmen welcome you with cheers as you walk through the streets towards the magistrate's office. The magistrate rewards you with a hefty sack of gold qian. These should last you a while with your simple way of life, travelling light and quickly.You ask the townsmen where the town mystic lives. They look confused at first, but you assure them that it's just for the witch to consult him about warding creatures like this off.The mystic is young, in his thirties, with a few apprentices studying together in his house -- not of magistrate's glory, but evidently rich. As you sit down for tea, you inquire about the cursed ashes. The mystic looks at you dubiously, but after a pause, slowly starts explaining the story.For several years now, the land has given bad harvests. The people of Dottsu and surrounding lands grew tired of meagre yields and meagre food, and asked the mystic to find the cause and solve the problem. He used his magic to consult the spirits of the land and the gods, but found no trace of the reason for the misfortune.When his investigation grew long, the people took matters into their own hands. Groups of vigilantes monitored the fields and streets for anything suspicious, and soon, a woman was presented to the mystic, the townsmen claiming they saw her do sorcery. The mystic was in doubt, but agreed to help, thinking the witch is cunning enough to conceal her power. The woman was executed, in spite of her claims of innocence, and to prevent her from returning as a vengeful spirit, the mystic crafted and planted talismans on her body, and burned it afterwards.To disperse the ashes and refuse the malevolent witch a proper burial, they were thrown into the river, to forever be lost in the currents.However, the bad harvests didn't stop. So the townsmen found another witch. And another. And another. And all of them faced the same fate. Cursed, burned, and thrown into the river in hopes that this one will be the real cause of the problem.
Rikka's gaze is filled with hatred and disgust as the mystic finishes his tale."You... you imbecile," she curses. "Not only did you prefer common men's judgement on magic to your own, but decided to put literal cursed dead into the river? You don't deserve the title of a mystic.""I offered sacrifices to the river," he asserts. "They should have appeased the spirit.""Do you really think you can carelessly make a grave offence, then placate it with offerings? The spirit is a thinking being, equal to human in intelligence, if not more. They see what attitude you approach them with. And they demand respect," Rikka makes an emphasis on the word, "as is fitting for a partner with his own interests and values. And you failed to treat it properly," she pauses and sighs, becoming less agitated. The mystic grows red in the face and sweats. The witch continues. "I've heard enough. I don't know what it'll take to get the river to forgive you, but this is not my problem. Endure the scourge and find a way to get in the spirit's good graces again. Our business here is done."You leave quietly, the mystic staying in his place without even giving you a farewell...."What do you think was the real cause for the bad harvests?" You ask Rikka as the town disappears behind the crest of another hill."I don't know," she shrugs. "I think it doesn't have anything to do with spirits or gods. Sometimes it's not divine punishment, but regular misfortunate weather and pests. But people will always try to find a cause they can easily solve if they feel powerless. The strong have freedom to judge and decide. The weak have only their bitter fear to hold onto."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
When do we vote or roll?
>>6469812>>6467271
I don't think this will work after all. Classic formats are popular for a reason. Consider this abandoned.
THAT’S IT. YOU’RE SICK OF THIS ASSCLOWNERY.SOME GAGGLEFUCK OF PALADINS CAME INTO YOUR EVIL MOUNTAIN COTTAGE WHILE YOU WERE GATHERING SOME REAGENTS FOR A SPELL AND LOOTED THE PLACE! THEY EVEN BROKE YOUR FAVORITE CHAIR.GODDAMNIT. THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS DECADE. NO MORE RELOCATION.IF THEY WON’T LET YOU BE AN EVIL WIZARD HERMIT IN PEACE, YOU’LL BE EVIL ALL OVER THEIR PLACE!IN A COMPLETELY RATIONAL AND EVIL MOVE, YOU’VE DECIDED TO CONQUER THE LAND IN RETALIATION. What is your EVIL magic specialty?>NECRO-OLOGYPros:+craploads of minions+The type of necromancy in this quest lets you summon undead straight up AND reanimate corpsesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6468309And so the curse strikes another QM down...
>>6468309Damn, hope you're doing alright. No worries about the quest, take care of you and your family first.
>>6468309I hope you and your family will be OK QM.
>>6468309I'm sorry to hear that OP. Hope your grandparent recovers well
>>6468309Take care of your people and yourself I was following with interest, I hope you can do a restart or have more great ideas in the future
Your orders from the local lord were simple:Reclaim the wasteland and turn it into a productive farm.
After that, the poison swamp is but an unpleasant memory. You and your party come down out of the broken highlands into a flat plain, free from Poison Fruits.Everyone seems to be in better spirits, more so when the last of the Killer Tomatoes are halved and roasted."That was amazing, Myna!" Rush's words are nearly inaudible through the mouthful of food. "What other spells can you chant?"Myna licks her fingertips and smiles at Rush's praise but then her smile falters. "Um, I can chant the spells of Whirl, Silence, and..." The young witch looks away and her face in the campfire light is shadowed behind her brim as she quietly mutters "Pain.""Oh! That's a lot of spells, isn't it?" Rush nods eagerly. "Fuzzy always said Pain was one of the best spells to know."Though you cannot see its eyes, you can feel the uneasy presence of the Demon Mule watching you from the dark outside the campfire circle.The next day you wake, your breath clouding in the cold fresh air.With the poison swamp well behind, the way seems easy and pleasant. Ahead. the horizon is filled with trees.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483993>Defend Rush from attackhoo boy, adventuring with a party is never easy.
>>6483993>Defend Rush from attack
>>6483993>Defend Rush from attackIf we intercept one she can tame the other
>>6483991> "The first time I ever ate one was when you harvested it for me."If she wasn't consuming defeated crops, I wonder what she was eating.>>6483993>>Defend Rush from attack>>Coach Rush from afarIntercept the Brave Mouse, let her try to tame the Iron Mouse. The Iron may be harder to tame, but it should be much more powerful once turned.Same as with our young monsters, we need to strike a balance between letting them sort out their own problems, and not letting them get in too deep over their heads.Is it odd that I'm wondering why a mouse with enough intelligence to forge iron plate armor is attacking random passersby? Most of the other creatures we've fought were clearly making use of their natural abilities, but that suit of armor seems artificial.
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6475410Had Kato collab with me on that one, the Battle for Conton City was a fun one. Got to fight a legend of questing.Yes, indeed.True. However, a more pressing question may be: where was that Red Lantern ACTUALLY going? Was he aimed at Arctus? Or did our extraplanar entity break their mind and they came after you instead of someone else?Wait, Beerus is out? Sheeeeit, guess I better hop on and find it.True. I think Daima was better characterization than Super, personally. But Toriyama was also more hands on with it, which makes sense.True. But when you consider someone like Slug's power boost, as a fellow Super Namekian, and being nearly fifty times stronger with his youth restored, prime Neva would have been a THREAT. No doubt able to best Third Eye Abura easily, just didn't want the responsibility of ruling the entire Demon Realm. And just because he's no doubt lost the raw power, there's certainly something to be said about old age and trechary.>>6475427Yes, that's the one. I meant specifically the hands though, as they're also noticeably larger.True enough. I did like the way they played it for Goku's UI training before Hit arrives, loved the foreshadowing there as he instinctually dodged Bulma. Showed he was getting close at the Hit rematch to unlocking Ultra Instinct, but that fight simply couldn't push him over the edge. Clearly Whis was trying, else he wouldn't have agreed to bring Hit over to try and kill him.Love that joke. That's what Super missed, most of the time. Was Toriyama's special brand of ironic/situational humor, and not just general Japanese humor.She's started it back on Spacebattles, Tuffle Quest Super has begun:https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/going-even-further-beyond-dragon-ball-tuffle-quest-super.1333838/
>>6475769>where was that Red Lantern ACTUALLY going? Was he aimed at Arctus? Or did our extraplanar entity break their mind and they came after you instead of someone else?Those are indeed good questions. Though in character at the moment Karn will not have moment to ponder it. Real intense time ahead.>True. But when you consider someone like Slug's power boost, as a fellow Super Namekian, and being nearly fifty times stronger with his youth restored, prime Neva would have been a THREAT. No doubt able to best Third Eye Abura easily, just didn't want the responsibility of ruling the entire Demon Realm. And just because he's no doubt lost the raw power, there's certainly something to be said about old age and trechary.You arguments have convinced me. SOON
>>6475769>Had Kato collab with me on that one, the Battle for Conton City was a fun one. Got to fight a legend of questing.Awesome.
SOON>>6475869True enough. Just something to ponder in the back of your mind.Would be fun to have his story told, as I bet it would certainly be something.>>6475882It was a fun time for me, getting to collab with one of the OGs who got me into questing in the first place. QM career highlight honestly.
It's TIME:>>6475898
