Howdy bros, I'm back. I wanted to continue RimQuest, but the combination of an artist shafting me, Rimworld 1.6 breaking all of my saves, life events, and depression have fucked that into the dirt. So instead here's something new.These are the dark years of the occupation. Gordon Freeman is still just a story passed between cells, squads, strangers, and couples. In this moment in time there's only you, a lone human working to resist the Combine occupation however you see fit and remain able. There will be an Uprising someday, this you're sure of, but the path there lies on the other side of lakes of blood and considerable effort on the part of unsung warriors like you.It had felt like days since you last saw the sun back outside the outskirts of City 11. The awful stench of the sewers and cisterns which meandered under the streets of what used to be Berlin forced you to find something to plug your nose with almost immediately upon beginning your infiltration. Deep regret at leaving the accommodations, spartan as they were, of the Resistance base north of the city had massaged your mind, but failed to slow your occasionally-soggy step through the barely-lit darkness.All this had a purpose, you reminded yourself. In the newspeak of the Combine you are an Anticitizen, a Malignant, the malformed cell that starts the cancer, the one that sets the spark which will light the torch of humanity's liberation. Or, in more plain terms, the crazy fucker that volunteers to go back into the Cities in order to bring contraband in, people out, and start up new resistance cells along the way. If there were some omniscient statistician in the sky, he could have given you odds of survival that would have seen you sit your ass back down in Finow when they called for somebody to replace Parks's sector after his presumed loss, but all the same, it needed to get done. The whole goddamned species was at stake, with a biological time limit that edged closer to expiration every year and a planet slowly being strangled of its life. If this generation didn't stop them, there would be no other. Never in human history had there been as existential and desperate a struggle as the one you now trudged through obscure German shit-tunnels to wage.It had only been half a day since you entered the sewer system when you reached your target. A junction in the tunnels marked by a chalk marker and a lone, white coffee mug. The route into this part of the city was prepared beforehand by a two-man reconnaissance team, people with equipment and experience too valuable for you to know or to be risked with the next, most dangerous part of City infiltration. You were briefed that they left you a red bag full of necessaries to help you along on your mission from here, hidden in a storeroom near the marker.
Update when?
The TGA caused some major damage. Rest for a bit bud, the Dorito Pope cant hurt anymore.
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It is in the nature of half life fans to hope! No matter hoe bleak things become!
>>6347102Fucking kek "development on the next /qst/ update is rumored to begin later this year"
The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!Following next, a magical girl begins her first training session.- - - - -On the last Episode, our Heroine, Magical girl SugarRush, has gotten her first introduction to magical girl society. Witnessing the dark land of the Shadow Market where she met an eccentric ‘apprentice’ E, and a non-combatant Sister of the Magical Girls, the troubled Angel. Now, she has arrived on the beach to train with her Magical Girl teammate, Jacky.- - - - -You shake off your troubles, compartmentalization always works, thought it feels like the more you lock away, the quicker you reach your limit. But this is important, you’re here to train with Jacky. She doesn’t seem like the sort to make it too harsh anyway.So you nod at the short girl. Much like you, clad in bikini and flip-flops, though carrying a small purse.“Lead the way.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343383No problem OP. Rest well
Update tomorrow, then another on Saturday (assuming one or two votes are in by then).I apologize for the delay
>>6345202waiting warmly
Work has flooded my timeline. Update half written out. I will not promise a day, as the only way out at this point is to deliver, and do so consistently.
>>6346616alright OP. best of luck with work
In a dark place, a made-man struggles against his bonds. Before him, several tools glimmer and sway gently along the wall, the strange bald druggist who knocked him out playing with them. The room is barely illuminated from the streetlights, passing cars, and electric billboards of Level 4. True darkness and silence is not common here.“...It's always women, prostitutes. Transient kids. People who won't be missed. That's no fun. I think doing it to men is much more fun; but not because you're a boy. More because it's not somebody you'd expect. It could be anybody.””You want money? I got money. Pacelli connections.”“You will be next great creation. Worth far more then any amount of dirty criminal money.”“Who da fuck... wait, you're from Level 2?”The man doesn't say anything, instead the stranger brandishes a razor, testing its sharpness against a finger, turning to the mobster. He looks over his captive, eyes looking for the juciest piece to cut first. The mafioso tries to pull out from the rope, the chair squeaking. He sweats. Bribes will certainly not work.“You'd be smart to let me go, psycho. I'm a dangerous man, and I know dangerous people!”He grins at the mafioso with a golden tooth. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347511>Yes, society and the world is just degradingWhile you could certainly blame it on a rich people thing, I just don't think Max has the knowledge of the people on the top to tell this. As far as he's concerned, the world is just generally kinda shitty. The fact that most of the earth is seemingly a wasteland is plenty proof of that.
>>6347584>the other idea of tech segregation (where Level 5 was literally in like a 1800s tech era where all the lamps were gas powered, Level 4 was like 1940s to 50s, Level 3 was modern day, etc.Oh, interesting. Is that why there are gyro buses? I previously rationalized it as being due to lithium batteries not being renewable enough or something
>>6347600The concept was partially scrapped because I also wanted electrical appliances/familiarity with things in the modern day, so it's just a bit of a mess. I liked Gyrobuses as a sort of "shitty but eco-friendly public transport" system that was juxtaposed with getting a masculine gas-guzzling motorcycle. So yes lacking the lithium batteries was part of that. Every level of the city just has LeyLine power for devices (invisible charging under the floor/roads) that make it impossible to travel far from the cities since there is no way to power vehicles or charge anything; I decided to introduce it in the first thread just to breed more familiarity with the basic infrastructure setup.
>>6347511>No, things are just changing, some better and some worse
>>6347511Yes. There are no guarantees in life. This is home because this is where your friends are. Gratitude is a challenge sometimes, living in the shadow of those who had it good in the old days, but would you rather not feel the ambition to have and do more?
You are Marnie, a girl living in the Ark known as the Digital World. For all your life, you've endured a dreary existence in City 87-O, haplessly railing against a skin-deep system that denies you all but the most meaningless human experiences. You've spent years beholding the shining tower in the center of the city, and watched its guardian Digimon circle it endlessly, protecting the portal that leads out of this sunless landscape. Throughout your youth, you never thought you'd actually be able to make your dream a reality. But things have begun to change over the past few months.A chance meeting with a Digimon has plunged you into a hidden world of wonders, filled with wild Digimon, enigmatic Code Crackers, mysterious server partitions that reveal the City's inner workings to you, and underground organizations seeking to bring change to this world. Amidst this danger is the authenticity you've so dearly craved, and you've never been happier. Right now, you're in the middle of a mission to take down your Digimon Nemesis. You and your partner, Phascomon, have broken into the lair of DarkTyrannomon, who has taken over an entire Job District. You've made it past his lieutenants and minions and are mere steps away from facing down your foe one last time and putting an end to his danger. Once that's done, you plan to climb The Tower, defeat its guardian, and finally claim your freedom. The real world awaits.== Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Once the immediate threat has been discussed, Doc leans back in his chair. Normally, he would have a lot to say, but all that greets you today is silence. The both of you are aware that this might be the last time you see each other. Emotions are welling up inside you. For a while now, he's been someone you could rely on heavily. You would have been caught long ago if it wasn't for his help, and you've paid that debt of gratitude back by saving him in turn. Phascomon picks up on the solemn atmosphere. He tugs at your pants leg. "Oi. Come on, say something." You shift in your seat and try to work out what topic you'll start with.>Ask Doc about the workshop. It looks different today. Apart from the jammer, it seems neater- no, more sparse. Most of the tools and benches seem to have been emptied out, and the grimy rear half is devoid of machinery.>Give Doc the data you owe him straight away, then give him a full rundown of what happened inside the partition. He must know about SkullGreymon by now. You want to get his opinion on the book, and on DarkTyrannomon.>Start asking about The Tower first and foremost. You want to prepare yourself for the biggest moment in your life. Anything else can wait. He may have insights that Squid lacks, or know of ideal locations for you to set out from.
>>6347528>Give Doc the data you owe him straight away, then give him a full rundown of what happened inside the partition. He must know about SkullGreymon by now. You want to get his opinion on the book, and on DarkTyrannomon.Is it out of character to suspect that we've done all the work for someone else to claim the City once we hit that portal?
>>6347576+1>suspect that we've done all the work for someone else to claim the City once we hit that portalDoesn't Marnie already know Wind wants to rule the City and take it from the hands of the system? She doesn't fucking care about him and his ambition, nor about the fact she might be an inspiration to others on the way out. The fact that revealing she wants to climb the Tower and the real world is beyond it is planting a seed in the minds of the punks that will then spread and maybe eventually more people will want to leave like Marnie does... it hasn't registered to Marnie one bit.>"Ugh... I don't want people trying to get inspired by me or anything. I just want to go. The Dogs of War can take all that heat, for all I care, but we don't need it." >"But I don't care about any of that."The only real reason is>the need to share your dreams with someone other than your close confidants.Without caring about the impact that dream has on a bunch of nobody lowlifes, or how it might one day spread to somebody who might care as much as Marnie does. That's going to be somebody else's problem later, not ours.Speaking of problems>"Where's MY rep?! Marnie AND Phascomon! Come on!" He whines, banging his fists against the Digivice screen. He pre-empts your admonishment with a grimace of his own. "I know, I know... We don't actually want the attention. But this stinks. I'd like someone to pay attention to me too, I do all the fighting!"Phascomon has been going through it on his end. First everything about his perceived failure during the assault on DarkTyrannomon, now this? I think we seriously need to talk to him at some point. Sure he wants the recognition and fame of being Mafia Boss but it doesn't really fit with how he also wants to get to the Digital World and be a leader there. Marnie can't just go out in the public mask off and start grandstanding just to sate Phascomon's desire, not without an army of bots and Brigadramon instantly killing the both of them. But what can we do in-character that Marnie would want to do for him?
>>6347631That's one thing, but literally getting your negative emotions sucked up to feed a demon lord is another thing entirely.
>>6347528>Give Doc the data you owe him straight away, then give him a full rundown of what happened inside the partition. He must know about SkullGreymon by now. You want to get his opinion on the book, and on DarkTyrannomon.I just wonder if Wind can actually fend off the abominations from beyond the portal and if they come from the Digital World or the human world.
>>6346889>Write-in "Our magic is druidic, nurtured in the wilderness and is of the wilderness. Yours seems of a different kind, might you explain your power before telling us what it is you desire from us? My companion and I traveled with the children of your village through the forest and protected them, and so have already done your people a service. Tell us about yourself before you demand more. We have come here to settle our own debt... But that is a private matter, for now." I don't trust this clown one bit
>>6346907+1>>6346889Dude's sketchy AF.
>>6347067Right, I think the three of us could take him in the forest where Mandy has plants, but it'd be tougher here in town, probably. He is definitely gonna be a problem if we are trying to get justice for her.
With that in mind, I think we ought to multiclass into Paladin by praying to that well spirit or another forest god, and Smite whoever the hell thought it was cool to blind a child...
>>6346907supportinSince we could sense Mandy had "foul magic", what kind of vibes are we getting from Vault?
Choose race:> Velociraptors> Loli Vampires> Reincarnating DruidsChoose Location:> Continent Wide Jungle> Lovecraftian Megacity> Menhirs Of Trial And Error
Rolled 36, 54, 16 = 106 (3d100)>>6333564>>6333592Spend 1 blood for a +20 to the middle roll.
Rolled 74, 57, 19 = 150 (3d100)>>6333564I am really more leaning for the cripple. Do to wanting more freedom to build up. Yet that would just make it one vote for each thing. I am also unsure of the lore and how they think. So it will matter less if they are out for end no matter what.> Rip And TearBetter to not risk the blood until we have back supply I think. With the rolls is it gonna be who ever rolls first or we all just gonna roll after picking something?
OP ?
>>6336854Sad. Civilization quests don't usually last long, but this didn't seem like a civ, really, and had more creative spark.
>>6331783It's velociraptor, so obviously velociraptor
This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace.But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed at hand......a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light.What became of the hero is lost to myth, another mystery of the past casting a long shadow. In one village, it is customary that when children come of age, they make a pilgrimage to the nearby ruins, and bring back an artifact. In doing so, they bring what was left in the dark to the light, and keep their history alive. You are from that village, and today you turn 18, and must make your own pilgrimage. Your father was an archeologist at Hyrule University, and now that it is your day to recover an artifact, you are determined to follow in his footsteps with your diligence. But shadows hang over more than the past, now. A ruthless warlord has rallied an army, and has laid siege to Hyrule castle for nearly a year, seeking to claim the golden power. Darkness gathers across the kingdom, and shadows stretch ever farther each passing day... Welcome to LOZ: Umbral Tower, where you will play an unlikely hero destined to save the kingdom from a neverending shadow. In this game you will roll pools of D6s based on your stats, which will improve over time, against competing pools of D6s, where 5's and 6's are considered successes. Ties normally go to the aggressor, not the defender. I may tweak this as we go. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342070>Particular charactersIron Knuckles, both as another heavy armored enemy and more specifically the OoT bend with them being Gerudo. There's a lot of enemies I would like to see but I'm making the assumption a lot of them are going to inevitably show up due to the nature of the quest. More on Impa since she's Zuzo's mom would be cool. Old and New Kasuto would be cool and I echo the /qtg/ post about the CD-I games getting an appearance and more work here.>DescriptionsGood for both setting tone and describing key details. although I wish there were some more visuals for exact layout as personally I struggle to measure where everything is but I understand how verbose and annoying it can be to try to quantify everything spatially.>QMing rulesSeems you got most things out of the way in this thread. Just keep in mind the 72 hour bump limit so the thread isn't stuck slowly sliding to page 11 when it's still active.>Vote optionsAs has been said don't include an option you're not willing to write for. I was honestly very upset at Zuzo getting blinded and imprisoned after the fight with Dead Heart and had to remind myself there was still a chance things could get better (thank goodness they did) but you gave a good rationale for including them in the list. That said I would say that if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options.>MechanicsHard to say because I personally use just a simple percentile d100 B/W/Mo3 in a more narrative quest but this has precedence as a Vidya game. So far it's been working pretty fine but it always stings to see someone get a good roll after someone else.
>>6343062>Iron Knuckles You will be pleased! Zuzo will be terrified Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... >if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options.This is a very incisive piece of feedback that I will keep in mind; sometimes I find myself listing options more from the perspective of the omniscient narrator, and if I ground them more thoroughly from Zuzo's instead, I think that will help a lot.
>>6343185That's me^
>>6343185I for one am with Skull-Kid. Gerudo chicks are definitely high up there but also if Subrosians show up I'm not going to be upset
>>6343185Of course, keep in mind that there is almost certainly GOING to be a situation where Zuzo has to choose between bad options, and don't feel afraid to not give us an easy out.>Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... Zuzo as James Bond, international ninja of mystery, seducing information out of the enemy with The Look and nothing else.>>6343191Subrosians?
“HAHAHA, FOOLISH HEROES, KNEEL BEFORE MY GRAND MAGIC!”Your skeletal body, adorned in robes that have lived longer than any human has breathed, lords over the fallen party of heroes. Your ultimate Origin Magic, though incomplete, has proven more than sufficient to take on the pathetic mortals sent to their knees before its might. Miasma-smoke fills the room, spewed by the necromantic fire left in the wake of your destructive magnum opus. However, to your incredible satisfaction, the Holy Sword itself, the only weapon capable of striking you down, lies corroded beneath the hero’s tattered frame, little more than a sparkly pile of smoldering slag.Yes, your ultimate victory has been achie–Pain unlike any you’d ever imagined stabs through your very being, a thin, needle-like blade jutting out from the cluster of mana animating your undead body, destabilizing it, causing your very being to quiver and weaken. Something is wrong— something is very, very wrong. . You collapse to the floor, your head snapping 180 degrees back to see just who had landed the killing blow. If your eyes could widen, they would: the Hero Michael, who you had thought collapsed in front of you, stands proudly behind you with an unknown blade in your back.“H-how?”“Lich King Atrebor,” the hero declares, his obnoxious condescension shamelessly leaking into his words as he drives the blade even further through your ribs, “you may have been wary of me, the possessor of the Holy Sword, but you paid far too little attention to my real strength: my friends.”You turn your eyes back to the party: an illusion, a paltry trick, dissolves from the worthless entourage of the chosen one, revealing a golem in place of his second in command and that same eternal loser, Reinlock, in his place.“Impossible!” you roar, “I was certain! He– he had the holy sword! He acted just as you would!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347553I vote for a mix of >”I don’t know.” (requires a roll) and>ambitious mage, looking to master all schoolsIn line with what we told Corrin, Roberta can admit to not knowing her true nature as an experiment of her deceased "master" (Atrebor) while also intentionally acting as a great mage. Sort of a "I don't really know what I am, but I know what I choose to be" type answer.
>>6347553>I bear the blood of the First Hero, Undying Melkion [this is technically true]To ease things down a bit regarding our nature. Following with>>6347568> Emphasize what you discovered and that we bothered to notify him, even though this makes us vunerable. Any other remaining questions regarding our nature, emphasize our request for privacy >ambitious mage, looking to master all schoolshe should be thankful we bothered to notify him of a demon lord. Also this is a nice half truth.
>>6347582him thinking we are a katellor cultist is just what we think he could think, the worst case scenario like him being a demonall we did was use magic normally only a member of a church usesthats not nearly enough that he can be sure we are a cultistso if we just give a reasonable answer it should be finedont forget we have golden eyes so we are obviously different from regular humans which would support our perhaps unusual explanation (dont explain what a god born is tho)>>6347553i will go with that then (thanks for the support anons!) >ambitious mage, looking to master all schoolsalso add that we have no master or god (saying we dont remember is a bit too mysterious and dont name drop Atrebor)if he wants to learn more he can invite us to dinner (a half joke to lighten the mood)
>>6347553>ambitious mage, looking to master all schools my dream is to write the dissertation on unified magical field theory and the nature of the true divine >"i Believe in myself" cocky grin thumb to chest>>6347678would be funny if he actually invites us to dinner after smugly asking if he is prying into a ladies privacy
>>6347553>I bear the blood of the First Hero, Undying Melkion [this is technically true]i want the lore, who was that guy
Once upon a time, there was a stricken land where there was no such thing as day, nor morning, no sunrise or sunset, but endless dark. It was alone and obscure, on an island surrounded by waters as black as the sky. Yet the wind carried whispers of warmth and light, so the sad peoples of this land, intoxicated by the drink called hope, entreated their king to find the mythical sun and bring it to their lands. The king of the dark vowed to bring the morning to his people, and departed.After five years, while the king did not return, the morning did come, with all of the light and warmth that could be dreamed of. Yet while the people were happy, the new king’s heir, his granddaughter the crown princess, was skeptical of this new light. So, she ventured over the dark waters towards the light, and finally, she found a great tower atop which burned a sun nothing like had been spoken of, nor what seemed to create the new day. There she met her grandfather, and demanded of him the truth. Was there a sun, or no? Were they living in a day that was just night under a mask? Her elder, sad and weary, asked the simple question of if she could tell the difference. What distinguished the False Light from the Dawn?She could not answer, and returned home, keeping the secret to her grave. Yet, friends and followers of Ange, what if the Dawn that comes is false? What if it is so convincing that none of us can tell it true? What if indeed, the facsimile created is the true one after all?-The Heresy of the False Light, Apocryphal Speech said to be performed by Disgraced Socalist and Disciple of Anton Ange, Aster Du Langue
Liudvika was unsurprised. “I supposed as much. It would have been better the other way. Now Harzstadd will be sacked by the Usurpers a second time, and even more bloodily than before. My only regret is that I was not so bold from the beginning. I had thought we might win conventionally, but I was still so naïve then.” How funny to hear this coming from a woman claiming to be of twenty years when you were forty-three. “Whatever you believe, sacrificing so many for the sake of vague fear, of what may as well be fey tale, is wrong. At least you are young, so you do not know the costs of such destruction. Nothing is worse than wanton destruction of a people. I hope you remember that if you are ever in a position like this again.”Liudvika curled her lip and glared with night-blue eyes, a look of defiance in them not like the obstinate superiority of nobility you had known. “You are not so different from the Usurpers in the breadth of your dreams. Your might has simply not outgrown your sense of morals yet, as theirs did. How much will your Legion grow before their power gives you a crown as well? Who will question you then? If we traded places, and you had tried to save your realm from a worse fate by visiting destruction upon a part of it, would you throw your comrades’ sacrifices to the depths and admit fault in yourself and all of them? I think the Judge and all of his Saints would spit upon such cowardice, and so too would you spit upon me.”You frowned with a tired sag in your eyes. It was a conversation you’d already had elsewhere, though not with another person. “There are always more than two options, if you seek them out. You’ve plenty of time to consider. For now, though, I will have your blood, and I will release you as agreed. My men will take you to our offices in Trelan.”“I care not where I go.”
No, if she knew of Sosaldt on this continent alone, then you believed that she would care very much. “Then you go to a place of stability and peace rather than one of strife. My daughter wants her share of your lifeblood. I will send her in, and then you’ll be off.” Though you had a few words for your daughter before then, if your suspicions of where she'd been were accurate. You also wondered if you should also send your prisoners of Liudvika's army with her, but they were sickened by sunlight yet, so you’d have to figure out what to do with them more carefully…>Release the captured QSA soldiers back to their tunnels to go back to their lines, in what time remained that they might find their friends again. It mattered not to you if they returned home. You could not keep them, and turning them over to the Union would prompt too many questions.>Send the captured QSA along with Liudvika to Trelan. They’d be in no position to continue any wars from up on the surface anyways. Explaining the influx of strange albinoids could be a mystery for later historians to puzzle out.>Make a deal to the captured soldiers. They stood a better chance under you than being sent back home, or being made prisoners of the Union. There were worse things than to be coerced into working for the Legion, all other options considered.>Other?
>>6347694>What was there to lose, and how much could be gained? Take the Wolkmihnar Company under your wing. They certainly weren’t asking for better compensation than anybody else…>Make a deal to the captured soldiers. They stood a better chance under you than being sent back home, or being made prisoners of the Union. There were worse things than to be coerced into working for the Legion, all other options considered.Need to collect them all
>>6347692>>6347694Supporting >>6347711 Mole petting zooNew captcha sucks fuckin' big fuckin' elephant dicks
>>6347692>What was there to lose, and how much could be gained? Take the Wolkmihnar Company under your wing. They certainly weren’t asking for better compensation than anybody else...Eh, so long as they prove their revolutionary fervor, I don't really care. The more the merrier.>>6347694>Release the captured QSA soldiers back to their tunnels to go back to their lines, in what time remained that they might find their friends again. It mattered not to you if they returned home. You could not keep them, and turning them over to the Union would prompt too many questions.We do not need damn monarchists in our Legion. Send the gross things back where they come from.
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a 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 well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.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 votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334120>So, a bit of clarification. Doom STOLE Dormammu's powers, completely ripped his magic from him. He's not possessed or controlled by Dormammu.So is Doom with Dormammu's stolen powers as dangerous as Dormammu or more? I find this opponent to be very enigmatic in terms of how much of a challenge he will be. Then again stealing Dormammu’s power in itself is impressive.Do you think that after tournament Chilli and Doom will start to hang out since they are both very smart when it comes to magic? >>6335167>Two hundred fifty... That's a really big number. I remember I really liked one Quest on /tg/. I still hope it is not over since there were so many things to do. There was an entire adventure ahead. I hope it will continue (pic related).There is only one problem with this. The last time QM of that quest posted was 12 years ago. I’m starting to think that maybe there will be no come back.My point with this is that it is really awesome that your quest is still going strong. You never ghosted us. I really appreciate this. Thank for all the fun that Saiyan Conqueror brings.>>6335642>I'm curious as to whether or not Hulk is the only Berserker capable of such rapid regeneration.What if in order to unlock it one needs to lose it’s sanity and become consumed by Berserker Soul? Perhaps there is big price for it?>>6335632Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6335992More dangerous. As Dormammu is limited in what it can imagine, whereas Doom is creative.>spoilerWe'll see. Would take a little work for them to be okay with one another, Doom KILLED HIM after all.>/tg/ questI still remember Hydra quest, was fun as hell.Glad you've enjoyed the ride so far, I just hope it continuea being fun.Perhaps.Very unsettling, and glad you've enjoyed it.>Do you mean by this that he fights Doom to the death or that Chilli fights to remain Chilli and to not turn permanently into pure avatar of Death?Well, he did already fight Doom to the death and lost, so...
>>6336149>Doom KILLED HIM after all.Pic.
SOON!>>6336177HA! Nice
It's time: >>6336328
You were just a regular peasant woman in a small village in the frontier. One night, you were snatched out of your bed, gagged and dragged into a cave. You thought some horrible monster was going to eat you, but instead a group of figures wearing black robes put you in the center of magic circle and chanted. You felt hypnotized and soon realized that they had done something to your mind. You woke up outside the village the next day and walked home. In your mind you knew that you gained the power to cast some dangerous dark magic! You can hear voices inside your head telling you to do things, horrible unspeakable deed...
>>6329782>>6329918>>6330365You go back to sleep, and you sleep surprisingly well despite the scrapping sound.In the morning, there are only piles of bones outside your door.Seems like the magic of the temple animates undead at night! What will you do with this knowledge?> Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night> Abandon this cursed placeComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6330585> Get a few bones, perhaps just a skull, and see if they will animate inside your room tonightA talking skull buddy would be pretty nice, maybe even someone we could learn from
>>6330585>Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night
>>6330602>>6330655You go out to forage but make sure to return before dark. You then rummage through the bones until you find an unblemished skull.You bring it with you into the room with the beds and leave it on top of one of them.After a few hours you hear a loud scream."I'm alive! I'm alive again! Where... where is my body? Oh no! I'm still dead...""What are you?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6331102> Go to sleep and tomorrow you get the ruby
Good sirs and noble ladies, I know, I know, I should have been here in october but I am late like Charles de Valois when repaying his debts ! Such is life I would say, life is full of trials, more work, writer's block, a broken computer, heh, God puts trials on our way so we can overcome them in the most chivalric way. So ride on, let us go back on saddle and ride with Charles de Villeroi, our gallant hero, who has just left the capital to go to Tradnod, to give the duchess of these lands the locket that she has lost and that he has found after vanquishing awful men made of wood and other foul witchcraft.For those who are new in our crowd, worry not, for I have here all the links to the previous scrolls detailing the adventures of Lord Charles de Villeroi.>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5085315/ thread 1>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5134375/ thread 2>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5194246/ thread 3>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5314154/ thread 4>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 5>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 6>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 7>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 8>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5702984/ thread 9>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5785267/ thread 10>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5920163/ thread 11>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6011182/ thread 12Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347409The big, ugly, grey-green man, who must have been a saxon judged by his ugliness and size, or an Orcadian, like the one that was at your court (or at least he had orcadian blood) told.-I am not some thug, I am a registered adventurer from the Guild ! And we have been given a quest to render justice upon lords who bully honest citizens !Your eyes flashed with righteous anger, and you saw that Pennicyllynn was about to talk too.>Cut these swine in twain (combat roll)>Beat these swines up, killing them will only mean endless court trials (combat roll)>Let the priestess talk and help her deescalate the situation and make this scum leave (rulership roll)>Order these knaves to disappear lest you cut them down (rulership roll)>Ask these adventurers if they really want to fight with friends of the duchess (intrigue roll)>Other (write in)
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>6347410>Let the priestess talk and help her deescalate the situation and make this scum leave (rulership roll)Let us see if her familiarity with (absurd) Indianmartial customs can here come in handy. if not, then she can't complain when we start chopping heads!
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>6347410>>Let the priestess talk and help her deescalate the situation and make this scum leave (rulership roll)Let it not be said that we are generous and patient with these misled commoners, they know not their place. Should they insist on violence however...
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>6347410>Let the priestess talk and help her deescalate the situation and make this scum leave (rulership roll)Oh no! Our rolls are so bad! This means the "adventurers" will get angry and we'll *have* to fight them! So awful!
>>6347464>>6347432>>6347425kek, truly deus DOES vult, huh?
You are a thrall, a slave, bonded to the house of the Chieftain of this village in order to pay off your late uncle's debts, under whose scornful eye and ready hand you had been formerly raised. Though the debts are formidable, your labors these past seven years have diminished them to the point where a release seems no longer impossible. You cannot claim that it was by your diligence alone that this was accomplished; the Chieftain's generosity also played a substantial part. He took you into his own home, to serve as a companion for his only son, and has always dealt fairly with you as he does with all his subordinates. Indeed, he seems more eager to see you freed from bondage than perhaps even yourself. And it is that sentiment, along with a hundred other kindnesses he has shown you during your time of service, that compels you to remain with his house, even after your freedom is achieved.It is an outcome not entirely unwanted by the Chieftain either, for your service has revealed the possession of certain worthy talents.>You have a natural genius for sword-skill. A quickness of eye and hand that are unmatched in the village, which you have developed into a kind of preternatural sixth sense for danger.>You have a gift for making others feel at ease. Your good looks and skill as a raconteur are contributing factors, but it is your naturally sunny disposition that charms all who meet you.>You have a prodigious gift for symbols, figures, and other abstractions. Your sense of measure is especially keen, making you an ideal craftsman, shipbuilder, or even sailor
>wait until Bjorn bites>Bjorn hasn't bitten>keep waiting until he doesI guess good old Bjorn is taking a few days to take the bait
>>6341348Bjorn the mighty? No he is Bjorn the Patient
OP here again. Apologies. Getting demolished at work right now gearing up for eoy stuff. Will post update as soon as able.
>>6342145thanks. I have been enjoying the quest so far. I like the style of writing.
>>6342145Take your time, happy holidays everyone <3
Somewhere in the southeastern United States is a small town named Whispering Oaks. The town has a population of roughly 10,000 people and it’s situated about an hour’s (assuming good traffic) drive away from the nearest big city. There’s nothing particularly special about this small town that sets it apart from the rest, but it’s your small town. It’s where you were born and raised, and it’s where your family’s planted their roots. It’s an off year. The president was elected last year and the midterms are the year after this, so there’s not much in the news right now, election wise…except in Whispering Oaks. Not only is every seat in the city council scheduled for re-election, but so too is the mayor. You’ve thought about it for a while, but now you’ve decided: this year, you will run for mayor, challenging the sitting one.But first, we must figure out some key things about you. It should be noted that some of these factors will influence your chances of getting elected.>Name.>Age. (Must be 18+)>Sex.>Occupation. (Can have multiple)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Looks like we’ll be hitting the campaign trail! Locking in.
Your decision has been made. It might’ve taken longer than you wished for, and it might not be perfect, but you have done everything you feel the need to do to set up and prepare your campaign. Now it’s time to hit the campaign trail! Election Day is on November 8th of this year. You could just pull your phone out of your pocket and read the day on your lock screen, but you’re old fashioned, so you of course have a physical calendar handing on your wall. It’s not the most becoming calendar—12 months of beautiful east asian ladies in bikinis, as per your tastes—so it’s intentionally kept in the back corner of your office space, which already few people besides yourself end up spending any time in. It’s June 1st. Sometime later this week, Katherine Hubbard will be endorsed by the local Democratic and Republican Party organizations and the race will officially begin. You make a note to take the calendar down before your office is turned into a temporary campaign headquarters between now and when you find a more suitable place to establish your central command.As you’re thinking, you hear the door to your office swing open. “Aye! Hey-”You jolt in surprise and unintentionally let out a yelp alongside it. You scowl at whoever had just barged in before bothering to recognize who it is that came in without knocking. It’s Aiden Mitchell, your Communications and Digital Lead. He’s carrying a cup holder with two coffees inside. Ah, that’s right. You asked him to come over to help you clear out your office to make room for campaign space, but not without getting some coffee on the way. “Sorry, sorry…you’re still paying for these, right?”You rub your forehead, calming down. “Yeah, yeah. Just put them on the desk.” He promptly does just that. You don’t know what he got for himself, but you damn well hope it isn’t something expensive. That’s a personal philosophy of yours: coffee has no need to be expensive. Nobody drinks that shit for pleasure, just for the caffeine. Anybody who says otherwise is lying to themselves. As for you, you just told him to buy a large iced coffee with vanilla cold foam. “So. Where do we start?” The young man does a slow 360 degree turn around your room. As he does this, you try to act casual while you remove the bikini calendar off the wall and shove it under the desk. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
It’s fifteen- no, twenty minutes into you and Aiden stuffing things into boxes and going through old junk. The boy returns after carrying a box into the storage room, but he then lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.“What’re you doing?” You ask, curious why he stopped helping you out.“Have you thought of a slogan or anything? I’ve talked to some of the other folks on the team, but none of them seemed to have even thought about that.” You pause for a second. “Hm. You know what? I haven’t, actually.” Your shoulders slump. You’ve made it this far into your campaign and you haven’t even thought up a slogan? What the hell is wrong with you?“I’ll think about it,” you say before gesturing for the boy to continue helping you clear out the office.>Choose a slogan for your campaign. Anything goes, but keep in mind it will affect your appeal, both overall and with specific demographics. You can have up to three.(2/2)
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>6347357Rolling!>>6347358>For You, For Our Children, For Our Future!
>>6347378Locking this one in since it’s the only answer.
>>6347664gotcha, just hold her to whisper then. now its just a matter of wheter fubuka lets sammie hold her or just forces her way past her and to the girl. that unless sammie wants to stop her
>>6347655Ellie gooooowhat the hell is this captcha???
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>6347671Missed the diceroll.I do not like this captcha.
>>6347676you getting the one that tells you 'pick the one thats different' too rite? they arent even being subtle about us training ais anymore
ok we need to see if:-fubukanon wants to roll per and dex to dodge towels-fubukanon wants to walk up to the girl regardless of sammie holding her-sammie wants to stop herwe get this, we roll, we post, also fuck captcha
