ORHoly Shit, Ruling Westeros as Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm is a Lot Harder Than It Seemed At First, and By The Way, When Is My Fucking Back Going To Get Better?Warm… Moist and warm…This breakfast pastry my chambermaids presented to me must have only left the kitchen oven but ten minutes ago! Flakey, buttered bread satisfyingly crunches beneath every bite, a syrupy filling complementing the tart of the cherries within. I lick my fingertips clean, beaming at Phoebe.“A wonderful beginning to start my name day. I’ll receive many gifts today, I’m sure, but yours shall have been the first.”That makes Phoebe melt, her eyes getting red and puffy.> “I- I’m honored, your grace, truly!”She stammers out, averting her gaze to hide her tears.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6429044> Remain in the gallery and watch the rest of the tourneyWe can invite dear Uncle to dine later and find out on the day's events of the small council.
>>6429044>> Remain in the gallery and watch the rest of the tourney
>>6429044QM?
In a city where every street changed its name at midnight, there lived an old cartographer named Idriss.His shop had no sign. People only found it when they were truly lost.Inside, thousands of maps covered the walls. None were current. Roads had moved. Bridges had vanished. Whole districts no longer existed.Visitors always laughed. "Why keep useless maps, old man?"Idriss would just smile. "Because a wrong map tells you where the world used to be."One rainy evening a young engineer walked in carrying the latest navigation device. It updated every second and was considered perfect.Yet the engineer looked exhausted.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Quest where?
>>6426075>The old man wasn't preserving maps.>He was preserving mistakes.Its not THIS, its THAT
>>6426075Thanks for running.
I'm not dead?That is the first thing that comes to mind when you awaken in a bed of frost and tundra. All other things proceed from the fact that despite your best efforts, you remain the living vessel of an apathetic and nihilistic entity that could be very easily mistaken for a god. Falling into the void should have spread you so thin across time and space that your frequency would have returned to the primordial chaos. Lost to all but to those who are searching for you, and even then they would need the right equipment. Perhaps that lovely man will succeed, in time, to separate your frequency from the voidPerhaps he already succeeded. Perhaps that is why you are here in the snow, naked and cold, rather than drifting alone in the void with all of your senses blinded - your existence finally given meaning through its cessation. Could this pain you feel be "happiness"?[No, that is frostbite] The Threnodian's song echoes in your mind, its babbling more sensible than usual. [The pen moves in admiration of pointless frivolity, for the hand that grasps it would only be used for fruitless endeavors. The desire to fill a vessel born to die with the fruit of life is an admirable thing, yet we are but false words upon the page-]"Shut up," you growl, taking to your feet. You've no desire to listen to the mad ramblings of Aleph-1 any longer than you have to. "If you've nothing meaningful to contribute, then keep quiet."[Voidmatter, then.] The Threnodian sings a new tune in your mind. [This place runs thick with it, thy birthright as a childe of stardust. Afore the author's pen sinks too deeply into perverse admiration of thy shape and coloration, twist it into-]"I remember how to shape it," you grumble.The thing is right. The Voidmatter is thick here, thick enough to form a Void Storm and yet so mysteriously stable that it does not. It bows to your command, the command of the Threnodian with which you resonate - with which, you are one - and slides between the pattern shaped from your own unique frequency. You do not weave it, but rather allow it to take shape... and its final shape surprises you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Madame Denia, are you certain about this?" Ser Warrick asks. The two of you are on your way to the Temple of the Lord of Light, which sits alone on a small island where the Canal of Heroes meets the Long Canal. Your sworn sword rides upon his trusty steed, and you float along upon a cloud of voidmatter that matches his pace. "Yours are not Valyrian sorceries, but the goodly folk of Braavos does not have fond memories of those who crowned themselves Sorcerer-King.""Then it's a good thing that I've not the ambition for rulership," you tell him. "Still, I'm not sure how fondly they'll look upon you wielding your mystic arts so openly..." He points out, his head nodding towards some of the locals who are giving you a warry look and hiding away their children. "Most people feat what they don't understand, you know.""They should grow some balls then," you scoff. "In Lahai-Roi, chasing after what you don't understand is half the point, so you can learn to understand it. I'll happily answer any questions they have, so long as they don't eat up my whole day... or provide proper compensation for my time.""I'll be sure to buy you a whole cake then," Ser Warrick says with a laugh. "My brother gave me a list of questions to answer, you know.""My sworn sword betrays me," you complain with a smile on your face. "I thought he followed after me because he liked my butt, but no, his family filled his head with all sorts of ulterior motives. Whatever is a sorceress to do?""Do mind your words, madame Denia," Ser Warrick chides you again, on the cultural differences between your home and Westeros. "Most knights would chafe when their mistress accuses them of betrayal.""Lucky for me that I've a sworn sword who knows my meaning," you say.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6441209"Son of the Mander and the warm southron seas, be welcome into the halls of the Lord of Light," he says with an inclination of his head towards Ser Warrick. Turning to you, you can feel his crimson gaze drink you in, not with the lust of a man but the eye of a hunter. "As for you... no, the Lord of Light does not wish me to deny you entry into these sacred halls, but there is much to be said and little to be said where the winds might carry our words to the Church of Starry Wisdom."Your mouth tilts into a frown at his words. Before you can speak, he calls out, "Melony! Be a dear and bring these good folk bread and salt.""Yes, father!" a girl says, scurrying out from the temple with a platter in her hands. Like her father she has crimson eyes and crimson hair, and wears a crimson robe of their church. She offers both you and Ser Warrick bread and salt, staring up at you with eyes that seem to flicker with a candlelight. "Be welcome to this most holy Temple in the name of the Lord of the Light, son of the summer rain and...!"She nearly drops the platter when her eyes meet yours. With an excited, startled look, she turns towards the older man and chirps, "Father, father! She's-!""Yes, I am aware, dear Melony," he says, ruffling the young girl's hair. A fond smile crosses his face, and after showering his excited daughter with the appropriate amount of affection, he turns to you and says, "Come inside. You came here to learn of this world, have you not? I'm quite certain that you have as many questions for us as we have of you. We can share them over tea and cake."You'll follow the man, but...>You'll be a bit suspicious about all of this. They know something, you're certain.>You'll lean extra hard into the bratty sorceress persona that you intended to put on, to test the limits of his patience.>You'll mother the hell out of little Melony because by the Exostrider's ever burning heart is she adorable!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6441211>>You'll lean extra hard into the bratty sorceress persona that you intended to put on, to test the limits of his patience.
>>6441211>You'll lean extra hard into the bratty sorceress persona that you intended to put on, to test the limits of his patience.>but give heatpats to Melony.
>>6441211>You'll lean extra hard into the bratty sorceress persona that you intended to put on, to test the limits of his patience.
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.
>>6433628>>6433628>Not turn the planet. Consume it. Leave the planet an empty, lifeless husk. One like Planet Vegeta became before Freeza obliterated it. >>6432266>Just go back to Sanghelios and stand in your crater again. It's now not only a memorial to the Second Arbiter you killed, but also an entire temple built to contain the Soulstone's power and prevent it from spreading and consuming the planet.So all of the planet’s surface would be covered by Soulstone. It would be a lifeless planet because Soulstone would consume all life energy. That would be a dangerous planet. If understand this right, in a situation where someone were to land on a surface covered by the Soulstone, it would instantly start draining lifeforce of that person too. Staying there for long would most likely mean death.>But if a planet grew an appetite, well... Pic related potentially.Fascinating. An Unicron situation.Though if a planet becomes fully lifeless, then it cannot grew an appetite anymore probably. The spread of Soulstone over entire surface would kill the planet too. It would prevent planet from becoming something like Unicron. Unless this would somehow led to creation of an “undead” planet. Such an unnatural thing hungry for life yet dead itself. Dangerous scenario. I wonder if it’s something likely to happen on Sanghelios or is the chance very thin.Would that be something that theoretically requires Beerus to do something about undead life devouring planet?
>>6433628>But Pillar Men drink people through their fingers, or open their ribcages and devour them that way. Honestly Part 2 was on wild timing.I thought that all of their cells produce digestive acid, so it does not matter what part of Pillar Man’s body is touching someone else. That is enough to start devouring the target.In this gif Wamuu does not need to do anything but to touch that person. Any part of human body that touched Pilar Man was eaten. Wamuu does not need to use fingers or ribcage to consume. To me it seems that every part of his body can devour.
>https://jojo.fandom.com/wiki/Pillar_MenJojo fandom wiki seems to say this too. That all of Pillar Man's cells can consume.
SOON>>6433774No, not spread. It's not a cancer. But it would suck the life out of anything touching it, like it tried to do to you that time before you cracked it and it had to mend itself. It doesn't spread, but all life in contact with it is drained.>spoilerAbsolutely. There's a reason Destroyers exist, and it's for things like that.>>6433783>>6433784Yes, I didn't go into detail, but they can eat on touch. I was just saying it wasn't only drinking people through fangs like euro vampires.
It is time! >>6433835
Your name is Harold, you were born to a wretched family in a small and relatively unknown village somewhere in the countryside.Your family is that of farmers, as everyone else is in this village.The village's main yield is that of wheat, on a field owned by a lord somewhere in the region where you live.Life in your village is quite unexciting, with nothing much going on in the day-to-day your life is miserably boring.Toiling in the fields all day, eating only oats and bread with rarely any meat, filthy streets, and lousy deplorable drunkards, which are most of your home village's population.Added on to your misery is your loneliness, ever since you stopped being a little boy you didn't get along with much of anybody around you.You always though better of yourself than everyone around you, you couldn't stand living such a squalid life.Your mother always used to tell you fantastical stories when you went to bed, some were terrifying tales warning you not to go out or some woodland fairy or elf would take your soul, some were nice fables meant to teach you about life, and some were boring anecdotes, but your favorite stories were the great and fantastical ones.Stories where brave adventurers , stories where powerful wizards ,stories about ingenious rogues, so on and so forth.You reminisce on your favorite story..Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6430668not necessarily, it may be somewhat adjacent, but not really that.Also, sorry for being slow, I am working on it, but I am a procrastinating SOAB
After many days of pondering, you realize what you should do.You understand that as a peasant you have little opportunity in this world if you don't push yourself above your blood. You heard somewhere that you could be distinguished as a noble, through great feats, if you prove yourself in the field of battle.You see yourself in your imagination helping conquer an enemy capital, and after that being hailed in the streets as a great hero...Ohh sweet fantasies.. how good those are to you.Now that you are sure, you decide to finally leave, through great uncertainty.Your whole life was your village, and you don't know where to go, but you are determined.1) You decide to go along the first road you find, that must lead you to somewhere good.2) You decide to go through the forest, you hardly believe in your mothers old fairytales, it must be the way!3) Maybe ask some people in the village for directions?4) You remember back when you were young, you ventured off and saw a great big castle in the distance, mother was mad, but you remember the way there, perhaps that could be the way?5) Write in
>>6423164just realized how retarded I must seem like due to how I was writing this, I forgot to fix my rewrites.Please I promise you I am not retarded
>>64378974) You remember back when you were young, you ventured off and saw a great big castle in the distance, mother was mad, but you remember the way there, perhaps that could be the way?
>>6437897>You remember back when you were young, you ventured off and saw a great big castle in the distance, mother was mad, but you remember the way there, perhaps that could be the way?>>6438189Its alright qm, ur special just the way u are :)
The storm has finally subsided. Of the dozen or so crewmen only six remain. The rest, including your aged captain, were swept away by the waves. As the second-in-command, and moreover, as the brother of the deceased captain, the men now naturally look to you for leadership. Though it is something you have dreamt about all your life, the loss of your brother leaves a bitter aftertaste. He was a hard, taciturn man, slow to laughter, but of cool temper and always fair-dealing with his crew. You hope to live up to his example.Speaking of the crew, it is clear they are in poor spirits. The suddenness of the storm and the magnitude of the destruction left in its wake have rendered them mute and listless. The karve, at least, is still yare and true. There was a small rent in the sail, which you will need to fix or replace the next time you're ashore, but the spare is working beautifully. The clouds have torn apart to distant clumps and there is a fair wind blowing from the east.Most important, the cargo and provisions are still fully intact. One of the morbid advantages of a reduced crew is that you can go quite a ways before needing to resupply.\ooD==/ship diagram key:`D` is the sail`o` is a full barrel of provisions, which feeds a dozen crew for 2 TURNS (double that for <8 crew)`=` is other trade goods (TBD next post)Your orders, captain?>"To Langholmen, to rest and recover awhile." Langholmen is close by [2 LEGS] and returning home for repose is sure to improve the crew morale [SHAKEN->>CONFIDENT]. Though it does mean delaying the unloading of your cargo, which comes with its own troubles.>"To Fjordheim, to dispose of the cargo." Fjordheim is your brother's former port of call. It is a large and populous town where anything can be bought and sold for the right price, though it is a bit distant [3 LEGS]. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425793>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.Our cargo is in demand so we dont have to rush.>There will be a trading expedition to the western lands in one monthDefinitely francia, but is it east or west?>A great host is gathering for an unknown purposeThe Great Heathen Army!
>>6425793>>"Let's pay Yngvar a visit!" Yngvar was a patron of your brother's and has a share in the karve. You should report to him first.
woe....
>>6430632yeah it was fun af
Are you alright? We still doing this?
This is a story of lineages and organizations, of ill-defined martial arts and misremembered facts, of supernatural species and out of context foes ,of absurd abilities and gaudy outfits, dead dogs and inhuman parasites, non sequiturs and evil ubermensches, of continental treks and last second ass-pulls, intrigue and befriending (the nicer) enemies, of poorly utilized powers and mobsters of varying morality, of well-laid plans and the machinations of fate, of regaining what was lost and empowered tyrants, of amnesiacs and conspiracies, of delinquents and fortunes, and more..But foremost, this is a saga of the conflict between good and evil, light and dark. Of the will to protect and better oneself, and the will to subjugate and destroy. Of repugnant villains and the chivalric heroes who oppose them. The story I am about to tell is but a sliver of the whole of this quest, this odyssey, this… adventure.The year is 1960, November 3rd. It is a Thursday. This is when we will start our story, but first, a few notes. It is 955 AD. A woman whose name would translate into “Carved Tusk” from what would be later known as the Dorset Culture, in northwest Greenland, develops what would later be known as a stand, after drinking water that collected in the divots of a sacred meteorite. Translated, it would be known as「Song of Turning and Spinning」.Taking the form of a humanoid-seal scrimshaw figure, it would allow her to swap the souls of items, people, and animals, making bone as flexible as leather, leather as hard as bone, making snow animate with human movement, and humans as easy to break as snowmen. It is 960 AD, after defending her people from Thule invaders, she perishes after killing 100 enemy soldiers. She is the first Stand user in History to name their stand after a musical reference.In 1031 AD, Vikings fled settlements in what they referred to as Vinland, after the quantity and quality of grapes found there. This is due to attacks on the settlements, not by the native peoples referred to as “Skraelings” by the Vikings, but by a Mesoamerican Vampiric Lord. After stealing the face of a native wife of one of the colonists, she makes her way from Greenland, to Iceland, to Norway, bringing with her a quantity of stone masks. Hoping to escape fierce competition from other vampires in the new world(unbeknownst to her, there are also vampires and stone masks in the old world), she is defeated thanks to the efforts of a party consisting of a Tibetan monk, a Swedish Berserker, A Norman Noble, A Fatimid Scholar, a Kara-Khanid Archer, and several dozen helpful, precocious children. All of these individuals learn Hamon from the monk, (save the sidekicks) and do some whacky shit with it.
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>6425992Tallied, Writing>Sorry for the wait, graduated high school yesterday.
>>6426693I'm so sorry everyone, but I think I need to lurk more, and properly etch out a plot and characters. I will return to this idea in the future, but with more thought put into it.>(also I need to improve my all of it.)
>>6427016Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Thanks at least for giving it a try. Hope you take another swing at it or another quest in the future!
>>6427016It happens all the time, don't worry.
>>6427016I liked the OINGO BOINGO art.
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical deman! You are ONE second old! Yep, you just came into being right here right now. Yet some how you are not only fully grown, but you understand what you are. Along with what the world is, language, concepts like gravity, and even the birds and the bees! wow! What will your first action be on this bitch of an earth? >What do? - Contemplate how you came to be- Declare your dominance of earth land and sea to the heavens! - Find a big stick to use as a club- Become aware of your surroundings- Write in
>>6441115>- [linked] Nothing, but be upset about it
>>6441115>>6441138+1silly humans
>>6441115>Get involved! Give these drunks a stern talking to!
>>6441115>Get involved! Give these drunks a stern talking to!We've made enough concessions to Yuki today, and simply can't pretend to be a quiet & submissive lady any longer. Let them know that THEY are ruining OUR fun.
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.Having returned from the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance Meeting, you welcomed the peace that was in Dawnholme. Sure there was a lot of paperwork and other small things to do, but all that could be handled. Most importantly you got to be with your family and didn't have to worry about every single thing.Though your life is anything, but boring. Contacted by Thrall, you set out to meet him. Instead of just him, you were roped into meeting some of the most notorious orcs of the Second War. Drek’Thar of Frostwolf Clan had called Grom Hellscream and the former Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer to join him. It was made clear to you that they would act next year with a goal of rescuing and freeing those held in the Internment Camps.As the autumn meeting arrived, first it was Lord Falconcrest who interrupted you, bringing a warning to not meddle with the Syndicate as the truce is in play. And now you are meeting someone whom you haven't seen in a long long time.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440662Thanks! >All according to keikakuWhat a devilish plan! Jokes aside, i hope you finish your image too in time!
>>6440782Much obliged friend. I shall have to pick it back up again, I had needed to rest my wrist for a bit.
I am seeing a 3-3 tie between Full armour, live steel and Mystery Box. Could I get a tie breaker here?>>6440646Oh this is incredibly cool! There's so many details on this picture and it is rather accurate! I am lost for words, this is something I never expected to see.Oh thank you, you have really made the day for me.
>>6440824Very good ! I hope to see it whenever you have time to make it friend>>6441027Thank you ! Glad you liked it Medivh. I have added other stuff of Alric and of course my personal interpretation of Dawnholme, Stonedon and Imswit banners. Its just a nice gift for this quest, and having it at the 40th thread milestone seems a good enough occasion. Especially with our current good situation
>>6441027>Mystery BoxALL HAIL THE MYSTERY BOX
Searing hatred, frigid darkness… the sins festering your soul should have condemned you to oblivion along with everyone else you loved and cherished and yet these fickle parameters that defined your essence were anchored to something more tangible. You could feel your own heartbeat in the great void that had successfully muted your other senses until now, a crack spreading like all directions around you…. the faint smell of freedom? Crash, thud, pitter-patter… a solid ground made from shattered dreams. Your reflection… failure . You had no reason to manifest after what you have done. Existence, heavy breathing, limbs too fragile to support your adult body….you were naked and afraid from the sea of nothingness surrounding you. You had no choice but to crawl towards the unknown away from the artificial womb that had given you a second chance in life, if you could call your pitiful existence a life worth living. You should have died long time ago with the rest of your timeline “That’s it my little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile? , come a little closer to Uncle Thaleon . Don’t be afraid, I am perfectly sane now for the sake of our next little game.” A disembodied hand beckoning you. A beacon of dread in the vast emptiness of this purgatory…you were drawn to such vileness whether you liked it or not. You… who were you? >Aoi Takahashi [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Short, Q-Clot gain: Medium]Exile background: Overwhelmed by her duties as a Fluxxer , Aoi was unable to even reach the first of four waves to oblivion dooming many timelines due to her sheer incompetence. Truth was, it was hardly her fault… her sole enemy was time and time only. Thaleon had taken interest in her forcing him to save her from such fate.Alpha Skill: Every combat encounter increase overall ATK by 10%, Every non-combat encounter increase overall Q-Clot by 10%>Kumi Kurasugi [Thaleon Counter: Low, Fluxxing Distance: Long, Q-Clot gain: Very Low]Exile background: Perhaps one of the few Fluxxers who pondered about whether Erebium was edible or not. It started with a few strips of immaterial flesh before the self-proclaimed Unborn gourmet would lose herself entirely. Amazed by her depraved gluttony, Thaleon would keep her one for something far more entertaining.Alpha skill: Special action in RESPITE encounter (Cook Unborn parts), Bosses take extra damage depending on the number of cooked Unborn.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
...still no third vote?
>>6427174>Wear HDE’s skin [+10 MAX HP, Random Alpha Skill]QM I think if it takes this long to garner votes you should just call it with the ones you have going forward. Especially since this is, like, a 'versus' quest
>>6428771I politely disagree with you. A two-vote quest isn't really feasible in my opinion.
>>6428773/qst/ votes come and go and you're bound to run into 'dry spells', but you do you, I guess
Note from QM who can't access 4chan at the moment- "Got caught with irl issue, sorry for the long silence but i don't think I will be update to update both quest in the foreseeable future'"
The royal palace proclaimed that the value of a knight is by their strength and valor.The stronger becomes the victor and the weaker is the loser. Fame and wealth, land and love, naturally they are rewarded to the winner who has the better guts and muscle! Who has an excuse when God decides that they fall over their horse's crupper?That is the rule of the world. And it goes the same for one of the weakest of knights, Hystult.* * *Hystult, young and green, and championing an impressive 0-99 lose-streak throughout his knighting career so far. Ouch!Those with franchise grimace at the record. Serfs and freemen can understand that that isn't something to be proud of either.But look on the bright side. Bigger and bigger losses only means a huge break soon, right?!Spring has come. The royal palace has proclaimed a tourney in celebration of Pentecost. Saved or Saracen, anyone can attend if they're no brigand! Visitors are to convene at Paris for the great festivities.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The work of spirits? Or the work of the mind broken by an abysmal knighting record?His head spins. Partially from the trauma of a crystal ball putting a dent into his head, partially from the strangeness of the phantasmic box filling up with replies.He didn't take himself for someone vulnerable to delusions, if we don't count his dreams for renown.Hystult : The good Iesu who died for us on Friday? I am baptized! As any man belonging to good Christian parents are! First I got hit by a witchful slag, now I'm being evangelized by a vision! I swear my honor on the Lord every fight. << cough >> although I haven't gone to mass in a while... << cough >>But remembering the unconscientious sorceress sours Hystult's mood.Hystult : So dastardly. She asks for a penny that I barely have for myself, and when that didn't work she makes off like a thug.He couldn't believe it. Even as he's left to himself, his casque, and his sword. She's a madwoman to assail a warrior in broad daylight....Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423423Pray to the Lord in Heaven above for guidance, grace, and a blessing."In much work there shall be abundance: but where there are many words, there is oftentimes want"
>>6423423Find the dastardly witch
>>6423423>Find the dastardly witch
>>6423423Chronicler, you still good?
“My lord, we have nearly arrived.”Your navigator said as he pushed away a holomap. You looked through the viewport as the warship traveled at warp speed through the empty void of space. It had taken months to traverse the void between Andromeda and the old forgotten Milky Way, but it would be worth your while. A long time ago humans occupied all habitable planets in the galaxy, before a galactic war nearly wiped out the human race. The survivors built up new civilizations from the ashes, some barbaric, barely scraping sticks together to make fire. Others had recovered and built civilizations of their own, but far from the ability to travel between stars faster than the speed of light. Ever since the first discovery of another distant human civilization, a lucrative business has sprung up, the Viking Raiders. We took the name from an old civilization on ancient terra and made it our own. The Space Vikings visit planets for one reason, profit above all. Precious metals, water, oil, slaves, all were free for those with the strength to take it. “My lord, we’ve arrived at the Milky Way. We have multiple targetable planets that might be of interest. We can detect their radio signals ”>Shamash: Strong radio signals detected, indicating a high level of tech. Old references indicate there were military bases and fortresses here back when they were in the galactic federation >Parvati: Weak strength of radio signals detected. Whatever signals they did send must be local in nature. Old references indicate it was an ice world rich in resources under the ice.>Adad: No radio signals whatsoever. Old records describe it as a world where farming and lumber were the main industries, but there’s no telling what could have happened here the ecology could have been destroyed in the war.
>>6426772We'll be here when you get back!
>>6426772I'm enjoying it a lot so far, so don't worry: I'll check in when the time has passed.
>>6426772Interesting qst, let's see if you pick it back up. If not, thanks for the new book to read.
>>6432029It is quite cool. Here's hoping it isn't over yet!
>>6432209Alas.
Disemboweled, ripped, flayed and scorched…your torment was eternal. Was it divine punishment? Was it the Unborn? It mattered little for you were forever stuck in this samsara of suffering. Above your head was a bubbling pot of molten nightmares which were moments away from obliterating you for the umpteenth time. For one reason or another, the nightmares above would freeze in time. After literal eons, your torment had come to an end…why?Before you knew it, the hellish scenery of fire and brimstone around would shift to a bed draped in unseen opulence and lavish interior. The blisters and scars on your face were no more while your body was provided with all colours of comfort you could think of…even a partner who was tailored to your deepest desires. All of this was of course a façade meant to lull you into a sense of security. “Such a buzzkill! And here I was trying to make amends for tormenting for my own amusement, little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile ?” A giant eye would scorch all of this illusion with a single gaze leaving you suspended in the void, your naked body would regrow countless suits of skin throughout this one sided conversation “Can’t remember me? I am Thaleon, a personified timeline… kind of, long story really. I plucked you out of your eternal damnation to play a little game of conflict, love and betrayal…Let’s hear your name, Exile? can you still remember it? fufufufu~” >Summer Kissu [Thaleon Counter: None, Fluxxing Distance: Very short, Q-Clot gain: Low]Exile background: An idol who thought humankind and Unborn could live in harmony together. Her naïve idealism would eventually cause the downfall of her timeline. Before death would claim her, Thaleon would add her to the collection of peculiar Fluxxers.Omega Skill: Cosmic Fame replaces Thaleon Counter, all actions will either increase the number of Kissu Missu fans. Tiered bonuses, if Cosmic Fame count reaches zero, it will be game over.>Sato Kenichi: [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Medium, Q-Clot gain: Medium] Exile background: Unable of breaking free of the Mimicker possessing his soul, Sato would commit heinous acts Hiyori Matsui, another Fluxxer, dooming his timeline with her eventual death. Suicide was not an option for Sato for he was quite the peculiarity for Thaleon.Omega Skill: Can optimize certain encounters for better rewards, fewer enemies..etc. If Hiyori Matsui is present in party, her Mecha will be immune all damage until Sato’s Mecha will be in CRITICAL health threshold.
>>6426551two more votes.
>>6426175>Keep your ‘prize’ to yourself [???]
one more vote.
Note from QM who can't access 4chan at the moment- "Got caught with irl issue, sorry for the long silence but i don't think I will be update to update both quest in the foreseeable future"
>>6430777Thanks for relaying the message. What about the 2nd thread? >>6422069
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440528Backing this >>6440539 Patrol, then Tower, then Office.>>6420937Initial post.
>>6440528>(1) Stray Pathfinder>>“Be nice, Sharky. Well Wasp, like I always say, the more the merrier.” You’ve seen enough of Wasp to know he’s quiet and won’t slow you down. Besides, you will doubtless need the extra body and a sharp eye if this comes down to an open firefight. If Wasp doesn’t fuck this up you might just invite him to the next Vinehound cookout. [Wasp Assigned to Vinehound Squad]We need all the help we can get.>A patrol of 4 legionnaires march in file heading away from you. Wasp wasn’t able to get the intel on patrol routes, so you’ve no idea if they are heading to the Barracks or Command Tower next. Or if they are the only patrol right now. [First Mobile Patrol]Since we don't know anything about the patrols, lets get rid of them first. Also this is the largest group of hostiles out of the three options. >Two stationary guards man the nearest perimeter watchtower which also overlooks the main ammunition cache. Most of the sweeping floodlights are pointed outward, but you don’t trust that all of the autosensors placed at the perimeter stop right at the fenceline. [First Perimeter Watchtower]Two more guards, two more bodies. >Some kind of quartermasters office is positioned at the gate entrance for the fuel silos. It’s probably there for the purpose of ticking off what fuel is going in and out rather than keeping watch, but judging from the lights someone is still inside working late. [Fuel Checkpoint]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440663The patrol is probably the most pressing issue, but it's also going to be the hardest to deal with. Jumping four dudes at once, silently, is no small feat. If even one of them yelps it could draw attention to say nothing of one panicking and firing a round even into nothing. Meanwhile the goober in the building would need to properly scream to be heard outside, of course, with no line of sight he could be in any position in the building which will either complicate things or make them easier, bit of a wildcard. And with the closest tower they've got gizmos which we really don't want them watching, but so long as they are watching outside or their screens it should be rather easy to time a takedown when they're distracted though they probably have an "oh shit" button to raise the alarm right next to them if we fuck up.In terms of risk reward the quartermaster's office is probably the lowest risk followed by the tower then the patrol. But the patrol might actively interfere with any of the other squads by sheer happenstance which the loner in the office probably won't and the tower might if they pay attention to an internal sensor or just turn around and look somewhere in the camp at an inopportune time.
>>6440705Well we've got the cradler aux uniforms. AND an ex cradler vet as well. A front team could march almost right to their face while a 2nd snipes and the 1st takes out those that immediately survive.
>>6440946Gunfire is not quiet. Shooting them will probably be loud enough to alert the guards in the tower. Yes, even with a quietenator on the nose-end of the blicky. Especially if they have a window open. I doubt those big ears of them fucking midget dogs are just for show.
Your orders from the local lord are simple:Reclaim the wasteland and turn it into a productive farm.
>>6441034>Maybe we should haul a few planks or stones or something down here and block off that path, or at least mark it out as dangerous.At present, it's necessary to cross by that area in order for you to access the dungeon from the trapdoor ladder.
"You finally came back?" Byep turns away and unconcernedly polishes the Ancient Armor but then you spy her glancing at you and she smiles. "You said something about a mountain before. Was that the mine Snaz used to visit?"Byep's eyes widen and the Ancient Armor is soon forgotten, so enrapt is she in your tales of bandits and elemental mules.At the mention of Shug's name, Byep's face takes on a strange countenance. "You met Shug? Then that means..." She glances toward the upper stairwell and then to you. "Were there any others?"You see a sudden urgent hope cross Byep's face but to lie would gain you nothing, and then Byep blinks and wrings the rag in her hands when you press further about the thing in the cell."We don't like to talk about it." She echoes Snaz's words without thought. "It's..." Byep looks at you and then at the Dark Lord's ring and finally lowers the rag. "But I suppose it's alright if it's you."Byep's hands are shaking. You take them in your own, worried she may be offended, but she continues heedless."This was just before the collapse. The Hero was attacking the Dark Lord, and then everyone was running around and shouting and no one else seemed to know what to do. Sudz the Armorer told me to follow him and Snaz and some of the others. Then that cell broke open and Sudz..."Byep looks away and blinks. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6441236>Bring some Killer Tomatoes to Byep as fast as you can
>>6441236>>Bring some Killer Tomatoes to Byep as fast as you can
>>6441236>Visit Snaz first
