And there came a day unlike any other... When Earth's mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat...On that day, they became... The Avengers!Greetings, True Believers! And welcome back to Avengers Quest!This is but one of many realities where the group known as The Avengers is formed... But definitely not the one you might be familiar with. The team's fate, and perhaps the entire world's fate, depend on your collective choices!This is a quest where you will give commands to a character, but with multiple player characters: You can ONLY select commands for ONE character in your post until the next QM post, which is a new "turn".Nobody "owns" any of the player characters, anybody can play them until the next "turn", but always only one per post. You can change your decision before the QM post if you change your mind. You can give commands to any of the available characters even if someone else has as long as you remember to choose only one. Ties are simply decided by what I think would be most interesting so try to avoid them.Make sure to write which character you are choosing for in your post.There are also collective votes, those will be pointed out as such when they happen.Last time, the adventure ended on a deathly cliffhanger as THE AVENGERS fiercely fought Arch-villain and sworn enemy of the Black Panther clan, the madman KLAW, to the finish! Foiling his scheme to sell vibranium and destroy Wakanda in the process, yet as his mountain-base collapsed, the newest Black Panther, Shuri, stays behind to battle til the end!"Your evil ends now Klaw! I will make sure of it!""Foolish girl! Even if my legacy dies, so will everything you love! Observe!Charging one last attack to blow both of them up, it seems tragedy is about to strike as the group of America's heroes exhaustedly run away for their lives, Moon Knight shoots his trusty grappling hook at Klaw, grabbing onto his Sonic Device! "Champion of Bast! Khonshu hasn't sent me here for nothing!" He pulls!Rocks fall. The earth shakes. CRASH.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
(I'm not gonna lie I am a bit stunped on what to write next, that's why it's been taking a while. Honestly this might be the last avengers quest thread depending on how I feel)
>>6298922That's a shame, it's been a fun run. Well done on everything you've done.
>>6298922Aww, that's a shame. It's a really novel quest idea, and very fun.
>>6298922>>6299306>>6299325What they said
>>6299306>>6299325>>6299753give me a week or so hiatus before i decide anything
Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/pR7q5EvfFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>6302424
>>6302424>Spikes>Steel energyI thought it was a ground type move?Also still curious of our siblings choice on rare eggs
>>6302565You're right, it is Steel, that's a bad on my part.And that'll be a 'find out' thing and not a case of me totally forgetting that point. Nope.
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>6302424
>>6302425>>6302558>>6302843May not be an update today, got a headache.
The age of ice has passed, and the great beasts and monsters roam the land. Humanity is a flicker in the darkness, a handful of souls huddled together for warmth and safety. Your people are one such flicker. You have traveled far, through lands of biting wind and clinging mud, seeking a new home. Now, you stand at the edge of a new life, and the story of your tribe is about to be written.But first, you must remember who you are. What is the story you tell your children around the fire?[ ] The Survivors: "Our world was once a mountain of fire that spewed black rock and ash. We are the few who escaped its wrath, finding refuge in this new, green valley. We are cautious, for we know how quickly the world can turn to ruin."Starting Population: 3 (1 Hunter, 1 Gatherer, 1 Shaman).Unique Trait: Cautious: You are less likely to encounter dangerous world events but have a harder time innovating.[ ] The Exiles: "We were cast out from the great Sun-Tribe for speaking against the elders. They called our ideas 'unnatural.' We call them 'progress.' We will build our own tribe in our own way and prove them wrong."Starting Population: 3 (1 Hunter, 1 Gatherer, 1 Crafter).Unique Trait: Ambitious: Your tribe generates progress toward Innovation events faster than normal but starts with lower Morale.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6291904>[x] Leave the kill and make an offering. You will lose the food, but appeasing the angered spirit might grant you a blessing or ward off its wrath.
>>6291904>[x] Leave the kill and make an offering. You will lose the food, but appeasing the angered spirit might grant you a blessing or ward off its wrath.Only the spirits and the Grace of the Heartful Ones can protect us from the maw of the Deceiver. Food comes and goes but a bond with the spirits is forever.
>>6291904[X] Leave the kill and make an offering. You will lose the food, but appeasing the angered spirit might grant you a blessing or ward off its wrath.
>>6291904>[ ] Harvest the carcass. The meat is fresh and plentiful. However, taking the kill of an angered spirit is a great taboo and could have spiritual consequences.
>[x] Leave the kill and make an offering. You will lose the food, but appeasing the angered spirit might grant you a blessing or ward off its wrath.We got plenty of food for two people.
Last time, you watched a very one-sided presidential debate between 3 people. It was almost filthy. You helped by making it more unbalanced. If Yu Yan doesn’t end up at the seat, it’s because the world ended! And that ain’t happening if you have anything to say about it!Either way, debate is over! One firm foot out of the auditorium and you see two of your hobos butting heads! Your OG Hobo against your newest one! It’s a clash between Nariko and Ichie! A true battle of the ages!“What’s up with those two…?” You mutter to yourself in hopes that Scarlet hears you.“When did Nariko change clothes?” Naturally, Scarlet notices details nobody cares about. Your OG Hobo looks like her normal student self, no extravagant super deluxe student council uniform anymore…“It’s to hide our identity as presidential candidates. That Koala girl is really good at this costume stuff!” Yu Yan appears next to you in her regular Yu Yanness… As cute as always, you should say. “The drama dudes should hire her.”“Huh?! You too?!” Scarlet gets surprised. “How does that even work? Like, it’s your name on the poster!”“Well, dear Scarlet, do you see any of our brilliant students bug me now?” Yu Yan points out everyone is returning to their classrooms like normal.“Uhm, I guess not…” Scarlet looks around for anyone to notice.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6291042Switching to this
>>6291020>Ask the mysterious force to make Nina return physically to her teenage years for a week.genious
There are few things in this world that you like more than teasing supernatural forces, and this one is no exception, although you don’t *actually* think it’s an entity or entity-adjacent phenomena happening. But you never know. The point is, you’re going to ask for something hyper-specific.“Uhm…” You don’t know how you’re supposed to be channeling this Mysterious Force. Philonune suggests talking normally, as stated in the letter. Your Knowledge facepalms. “I’d like to have the keys for the School’s Swimming Pool, please!”...No response. You look around the lockers, behind the letter, but NOT inside the bag for clues. Nothing. Not even a whisper or a breeze. You’re a polite boy, you’re going to wait a few minutes, it’s not like you have anything better to do.“Hmmf...” Bagna wobbles.But before you can begin to understand what your bag said, a set of keys drops at your feet from above, then you hear some sort of whistle/someone whistling. Could it be? They’re labeled as the keys to the Swimming Pool, but you can’t be certain until you try them out. Feels impossible for them to show up like this in such a short time.Either way, you need to be thankful!“Thanks for the keys, Mysterious Force!” You say with a smile on your face. Err, you think you heard the exact same sound as before, but you aren’t sure.These keys aren’t going to test themselves, you pick your bag, and beeline to the Indoor Swimming Pools...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6291096Thanks for running!
>>6291096Thanks for running.
The date is MAY 15, 1699. The air runs sweet with wine and song. The FLOWER MOON hangs above a cavalcade of marigold dyed ribbons and garland wreathed maypoles, heralding the sowing of seed and coming of harvest. Now is the months-long MIDSUMMER, a time of revelry and festival for the land.[Credit to Herder, QM of Thulzar Quest for the OP!]
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.“..Hello?” You call out to the hound without waver. “We mean you no harm. We just mean to pass through..”“What are you doing..?!” The nun whispers, her voice somewhere between panic, confusion, and frustration. “Why on earth are you trying to talk to it?”The wolf’s eyes pass over the pair of you–easing over the treeline, passing the nun, and coming to rest on you.It gives a few tentative whiffs at the air before, with a low growl from the back of its throat, its black lips twist back into a snarl. It begins to pad toward you–slowly, but deliberately, pressing your limits. “Ava..! It’s coming!” Mari presses you, her grip on the back of your shirt white knuckle tight now. “Urgh..” You grimace. Why is it mad at you? If anything, the nun here would be the easier meal.. probably tastier, too.>Attempt to defend yourself.>Flee.>Flirt(???). >[Write-In.]
>>6302675>Attempt to defend yourself.This is how we score nun puss.
>>6302675>Attempt to defend yourself.
>>6302675>>Attempt to defend yourself.
>>6302675>Flirt(???).
You're an alien. You're a Grey, which also happens to be your name. You crash landed on Earth and unfortunately all of your fellow Greys are dead. But, "luckily" a friendly South American tribe that lives along the Amazon river has found you and is willing to help out! You think, you can't actually understand them. They've brought you before their tribal chieftain and shaman. The Shaman being a man of the world wears a Baseball cap from a time some UN delegation visited him and dropped off a bunch of stupid tat while doing an exploitative photo shoot for a charity drive none of them ever saw a dollar from. You of course don't know this, nor give a shit. Not going to mince any words about your situation. You're well and truly fucked. Think fast and be smart, Otherwise, it's game over. You decide to...>Say hi>Scream threateningly at them>Vaporize somebody with your glowing stick o' pain>Make a universal gesture of peace and love. You stick your finger into the air and pretentiously draw a circle in the air. Much wow, very deep.>Flip one of them off with the universal sign of displeasure. This is a much less flattering gesture. Combining this with vaporization might be a good combo, I dunno.>Do something else. Your ship and all other gear from it is gone, so it's pretty much you and your primary stick o' death and pain. Don't worry, only you can use it and it never runs out of pain juice. However, you can also apply it for non homicidal or sociopath actions. Like for example, performing clean (but simple) surgery. Sort of cutting wood (burning through it). And, making fires.
>>6289493You very cleverly burn a hole into the ground as a FAB dropped literal seconds later and blows the entire village to hell and back. Presumed dead, Delta Force scrubs the area and leaves you alone, out in the jungle. You're now crudely dressed like one of the locals and armed with only futuristic weapon of absolute horror. What do you do? Also, be on the look out for Hillbilly's looking to reenact that scene from Deliverance. It might be South America and on the Amazon, but that doesn't mean you can't get sexually violated by a group of rednecks for no apparent reason.>Continue down the river>Go fishing again>Help the Inca King get medicine for his people... (wait, no, ignore that one)>Make your way to area 51 in order to get a new Space Ship and blow this Popsicle standWhat happened to the village (turns out the movie was called Outbreak, go figure I remembered it wrong)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lO2-YxWkRxkAlso, the clean up crew doing a cracker jack job. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWpp_5hXMFc
>Use your ayyliem knowledge to find a lost, forgotten city in the Amazon, preferably one that worshipped visitors from the stars.
>>6289860Despite the improbability of this happening. You succeed. Somehow, up until the CURRENT YEAR. A massive, alien worshiping civilization has gone undiscovered along the Amazon river. They bear a suspicious resemblance to a syndicated TV series and Movie called Star Gate, but don't worry about that! You contact the Cuotl for help. They offer you legions of their Aztec themed tribal warriors with not so cleverly disguised alien technology as "magic" weaponry. What do you ask them to do?>ET Phone Home>Kill the UFO recovery team with their laser staffs>Worship you like a god and hook you up in a luxurious pyramid>All of the above because there is no downside to any of this
>3>2 only if the goon squad manages to find us>Bring us their finest toads to facilitate our astral communications (ayy lmao)
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>6289865>>All of the above because there is no downside to any of this
Ilvermorny Quest continues after a brief hiatus due to life!Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=ilvermornyNon-canon lewd-fic:https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8The time Emily got banned from the internet:https://rentry.co/68e94broWhat-if which may end up canon:https://rentry.co/d7qyhmm6Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6295087>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too.>>6295091>Just… let it go for now. Thank her regardless, let her know you will always be there. That you love her even more than crispy waffles. Softly chat about nothing then rest.
>>6295087>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too>>6295091>Tell her you know she took more damage to her soul than she claimed; that it was not a snowflake in her chest. That it was the same shard of ice you had; half the cost of the Curse. Ask if she has her own Mini-Me. Thank Emmy for keeping your soul mostly intact. The others are passed out hard. It should be safe.
I am going to leave this open for a bit longer if any lurkers want to vote, till a little after my lunch and start on a pot of chicken and dumplings for dinner. Right now it looks like Cory and just putting off calling Emmy's bluff are in the lead.>>6295456Chime in for the other choice too if you want. A couple more people going for Gwen would tie it up and give me a head ache lol.>>6295277Ashley just lost her life, she believes; I have seen people like that before in my line of work, patients or people who have fucked up and lost what they had. Bitter, mean, cynical, jaded, and don't care anymore when they were not that bad before even if they might have been a kind jerk or hard ass. Because this is make believe, I toned it up some for characterization and dramatic reasons, but I try and add some reality to this based on an interesting life and the things I have seen, done, gone through. The cruelest thing Jenn did was make her finish the hospital food BTW, something I am too familiar with at my age.But she has a chance to show that is not who she really is; she could be a bitch before but was also a loving daughter to her adoptive parents. Kind to her friends even if she called Travis an idiot a number of times for his Hat Man persona.Have a pic of about what Em's but looks like in her gym shorts while I get food ready.
Now that food is on? I will call it.>>6295092>>6295277>>6295456>>6295582>>6295768Going to call it as3 vs. 2 for:>Recruit the Cowcoy spell slinger; he seemed to think the pair of you were hot. Should be easy with a cute couple of outfits for you and Emmy.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6296013Fuck 3 to 1 for the help vote on Gwen vs Cory, I am tired and dumb. Same outcome but w/e. Distracted by dinner nearly there. My bad.
Famine came not like a storm loud and sudden but like a slow curse, creeping through the soil, hollowing out the grain, and turning every promise to dust.The land that once fed your ancestors golden fields and stone granaries withered under the weight of hunger. The lords of the old kingdom, bloated and blind, slammed the gates shut and barred the roads. They kept what was left for themselves.You and your kin were cast out peasants deemed unworthy of the last harvest.You wandered, days and nights, until you reached the edge of the known world where no banners fly, where the spirits whisper freely, and where the land is still untamed.Here, you have found a place. Scarred. Wild. Full of danger and full of potential.You must build a home, defend your people, and carve your tribe’s name into the world. The gods watch. The beasts stir. Other tribes already smell blood.Your people have nothing and therefore, everything to gain.Where have you settled?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>6296003 1>>6296007 2
What to forge iron into?>Spears>Armor>Warhammers>Tools (Choose a Profession to make tools for. Farmers already fully equipped.)>Wagons (Will also Require wood)>Wire (Requires Roll)>Write inComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6296332>Tools (Choose a Profession to make tools for. Farmers already fully equipped.)-Fishers >Try heat hardening red bamboo (Requires Roll)>Expand the watchtower network>Gift them a Relic or Monster Parts (Choose Parts)-Horn
Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)The heat of summer hung over the plateau, but the Grand Vent Forge roared brighter still. Tahlra and her apprentices bent the vents’ fire, channeling the molten breath of the earth into the crucibles. Iron bloomed in the flames, glowing white before being drawn out onto anvils.This season’s work was not for hunters or farmers but for the fishers of Baz Kardan, who had endured with stone and bamboo tools since the first days. Now, the forge gave them weapons for water.Hooks and barbed points were hammered sharp, stronger than obsidian and less brittle, their barbs deep enough to hold the largest lake fish. Harpoon heads were shaped with careful notches, iron teeth designed to pierce scale and bone before being drawn back by tethered line. Knives and gutting blades gleamed, their edges clean and precise, ready to split fish in quick motions without wasting the meat.That evening, the first catch came back heavy: fat silver fish strung along new iron hooks, harpoons lodged deep in prey that once slipped away. Smoke from the cooking fires curled above the crater, mingling with the steam, and the people ate well.Food Increased.
The crafters of Baz Kardan placed the stalks of red bamboo into the Grand Vent Forge’s steam channels, where scalding vapors hissed up from the earth. Normally, the heat would soften bamboo for bending, but under the apprentices’ careful channeling, the steam was focused and controlled until it seeped deep into the fibers.Instead of burning or splitting, the bamboo tightened from within, its hollow cores sealed by pressure, its crimson skin taking on a darker sheen of ember black. When drawn out, the shafts hissed as they cooled, but held fast harder, denser, and more resilient than any bamboo before it.Tests showed its strength: when struck against stone, it did not splinter but rang with a muted chime, like wood tempered into bone. Spears fitted with these shafts had perfect balance, light in the hand yet unyielding in force. Builders marveled that even thin poles resisted warping or cracking.New Material:Steam-Hardened Red BambooLight but strong: retains bamboo’s flexibility but resists breaking.Steam-tempered: resistant to rot, water, and heat.The work began with the first bricks. Clay from the crater’s edge was shaped and fired until it hardened into blocks the color of rust and earth. Each one laid felt heavier than its weight, as though the people were setting down not just stone, but roots.Walls rose from brick foundations, sturdy against wind and time. Steam-hardened red bamboo, dark as blood and strong as ironwood, framed the beams and roofs. Stone from the crater rim was set into hearths and corner-pillars, anchoring each home with the strength of the plateau itself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>It is June 1st of the Year 70 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread>>6252039>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon, Natural Cadet-in-Training of the ZAFT Voluntary Militia. Has found themselves press-ganged into early-service as the Grimaldi Front Campaign sought the best-of-the-best prospect to participate as a number-boosting maneuver kickstarted by Founding Council Member Patrick Zala.Truth lies ahead as Frieden embarked on a long journey across the stars, His first test in real frontline combat just about to start.
>>6301614Well.You'd say that if it didn't lead into a situation as soon as you both enter the pilot prep roomAyon grunts out as the airlock closes behind them, because Commander Aiman socked them as soon as it did.You leap back, startled and careful, which isn't much the same reaction the redhead would have as he bounds back from the wall and throws a straight punch of their own-.Skillfully caught by the fore-arm by the commander before being pulled into an arm-hold, slamming down into the ground and held subdued."You ignore another of my direct orders and jeopardize the whole mission and I swear a punch isn't going to be the only thing coming your way." Aiman lets go of Ayon as he elbows the nape of their neck once "Still, Good piloting everyone. We're given a brief resupply reprieve as the Galvani and Beowulf engage the retreating alliance forces." He changes their tone, addressing the rest of the piloting crew.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6301616>Try to argue your case, you came here to do your part... So, what's a little bit of tactical effort?
>>6301616>>6301814>>6302110You're rather miffed at being told off, especially now that you've got a window of opportunity to assemble with the rest of the squad.Though, Point being taken, your craft IS a last minute addition to the Freikugel's hangars."Commander Aiman, If I may..." You open up to them as they arc an eyebrow, waving off some technical staff on the D-Type Beam Launchers being recharged."Well, get them cooled down! We're gonna need a couple of them!" He yells towards the technical staff before looking at you "Black-Band, the order is still.-"You grip your fist as you frown at your superior office "I didn't come all this way from the PLANTs to be told I'd be sitting down and doing nothing for the Grimaldi Front!" Exploding at them does make them raise their eyebrow.Before proceeding to smack you with the back of their palm, stunning you as they frown.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 63, 14 = 77 (2d100)>>6298797The splintered detachment of the 3rd space battalion Fleet's Spatial-Awareness Corps flies off back into the fold of Endymion Base's defense."Mu, How the hell did they take down ten ships with just-" Toledo tried to find an understanding of the great rebuff they got from Endymion's blockade, easily managing to crumble from just two MS detachments."Beats me, Eyes on the Prize, we got bogeys!" The blonde pilot just deflected the question as they prepared to engage pursuing ZAFT forces...Completely refreshed, the first wave almost consisted of ones with Fortress-Busting equipment and these ones-."M-Mu!" Jamil shook off two pursuing GINN's pirouetting off the line of fire of their machine guns as La Flaga's gunbarrel pods aimed behind his own craft-.An instinct and some lucky hits from his piddly gunpods manage to nail one of the GINN's in the joints of their arm as well as their thrusters, making its fuel explode as the wave pushes off their accompanying escort.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
For aeons you have drifted through the stars, unthinking and unaware of the passage of both distances and times incomprehensible. A mineralized shell of petrified chitinous resin indistinguishable to the outside eye as anything other than a drifting rock has sheltered its precious cargo across the gulf of empty space for centuries beyond count. Until now. The vibrations and jostling that rattles your petrified cocoon are distant to you, alien, your mind and memory atrophied alongside your body, reduced to its simplest and most basic components over millennia of hibernation. But they resonate in some buried portion of your genetic instincts. Movement. Life. Biomass.Food. You begin to stir within your shell, your rocky cocoon jostling within the depths of a automated mining tug, the unthinking machine grazing the asteroid field like a gluttonous beast, filling its iron belly with chunks of ore and spaceborne debris mindlessly before it turns and begins its leisurely return. Within its belly, within your prison, you begin to stir, biological processes reawakening, nutrient slime metabolized to feed your body's reawakening. You are lesser, this you know. You once were so much more, so very much more than you are now. You know that you could be so again but first you must feed. You must feed and grow, the only thought the scattered network of ganglions and nerve webs that form your crude consciousness can form. And so as the mining tug vomits forth it's catch in the depths of Mining Bay 17, a single stone in the cascade of pulverized asteroid fragments and ore goes unnoticed. Synthetic intelligences catalogue it as waste material, due for discard but that is all. The single set of rganic eyes in the mining bay are currently fixed on a holo-projection of "Zero-G Jugs" and so miss the strangely shaped and strangely shivering rock that patters across the rusted floors.The cocoons rocky surface splits with a wet *crack* a dark slime oozing out slowly, gelatinous pseudopods feeling at the air experimentally.You hunger...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6287761It's been three days. I fear the quest is DOA.On the off chance it isn't, though...>>6286322 +1
>>6287761Sounds badass, but inefficient when we could just get to the pantry and absorb thousands of pounds of rich carbohydrates and fats in a matter of hours, plus a large delivery of protein when the first of these bipeds goes in there.
>>6287882Filter feeders CAN get pretty beefy.
>>6287882you seen those hydrogen mat cell creatures literally just a thin cell wire that lives on i think a electrical difference or hydrogen gradient.also the only thing more beefy then a filter feeder is a colonial detrivore
>>6289288Well, quest is dead so it doesn't matter at this point.I will say, however, that apex predators always go up in energy state, not down. Being a badass extremophile that can never be killed sounds cool and it is is cool, but they get there by being pushed out of every other niche and taking starvation food to its absolute limits. They're basically losers that lost so hard for so long that they became cool again.Being an K-selected Apex predator that kills an entire humpback whale and eats just the tongue is way cooler. Mammals and birds have 1000x the energy requirements of a cold blooded creature but then they use that energy to be faster than anything else and colonize arctic and tundra biomes that nothing else can.I'd rather be a high energy high risk high reward apex predator than be a durable loser.
Welcome boys and girls, to the third part of Rey's newly busy life. Your new home is quite the place indeed, not exactly welcoming now that you've started to rub your nose into people's business... I do apologize for not being able to post last month; my health wasn't doing so well.For the previous threads, check this archive https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Character%20drivenYou are Rey Vesperus, half-elven daughter to a Cleric of the Path and a lady ranger, apprentice to your mother's trade, and newly adoptive mother? Caretaker? To a strange slimy lifeform. You've recently survived an attack on your home by a wave of undead dogs and one peculiar humanoid entity without being able to learn anything substantial... So you've decided to elucidate the case of Olin Aurora, a ten-year-old boy who died in mysterious circumstances and the son of your first friend, Augustine Aurora.You've learned something quite frightening from the city Bishop, and your search for answers led you into the Mamono village condition, where you've witnessed firsthand the appalling conditions over there; it's one bad day away from a pandemic. For general communication outside the thread, see this twitter\X https://x.com/TaleOfMonsters
''One last thing.'' Your father turns to briefly glance outside the window before returning his attention to you and your mother. ''I believe the hyperactive leylines are having a potentially major effect on the influence of the divine web. Olin has lingered for more than a month and has fed Usha parts of his soul without his mind degrading from so much exposure to our Prime existence. The ritual of Last Bell further reduced that protection around our house, which, perhaps, is how you've been able to witness that creature with Olin's help, Rey.''''Hm... Nothing we can do about this for now, but it's a good hypothesis.'' Says your mother.>Your entire household should go see the fallout of what happened in the Mamono village. If anybody has authority to put some squeeze on the mercs outside Thibault, it'll be your parents.>Your mother should remain behind to investigate her memories.>Your father wants to confront Belmont and investigate the comatose patients, perhaps all the attention concentrated in the village could give him a good opportunity...>FreeSorta assuming you guys will head into the village. If not, suggest something else. Your parents have now become active investigative participants in the various troubles and mysteries of Eichenwald. Their previous plans about building things on your lands and potentially making a farm are pretty much abandoned now. They can accompany you or pursue other objectives to find precious, precious information. There might be pov change in the future, but I'm not planning any for now.
>>6299599>Your entire household should go see the fallout of what happened in the Mamono village. If anybody has authority to put some squeeze on the mercs outside Thibault, it'll be your parents.It'd be so easy to just Garrison the enclave at this point, I'm not sure I'd trust any roof over out head anywhere at this point. And we've now got bigger issues.
>>6299599>Your entire household should go see the fallout of what happened in the Mamono village. If anybody has authority to put some squeeze on the mercs outside Thibault, it'll be your parents.
>>6299599>>Your entire household should go see the fallout of what happened in the Mamono village. If anybody has authority to put some squeeze on the mercs outside Thibault, it'll be your parents.
Crashing this Justice of the Peace with your entire crew, huh?This'll probably take a couple of days because I can't seem to shake off my habit of writing too much.
Notice: Before beginning, I haven't written in over a year. Life's been busy and I don't have the time to spend on live.fiction for hours on end. (first time posting a story on qst even tho I lurk on other quests here)Secondly, I will be using chatgpt sparingly, mainly for power creation, item creation, side character creation, event starts, and creature creation. I will write everything else with no generated text. You have my word as an author. Thirdly, we will be using a 2d100 system for our MC, who will be male. Depending on the rolls in the quest, this could improve for various talents.Lastly, let's have some fun.>Hello world of system sol-5<>Having advanced close enough to a class 1 world, it is time to choose a deity for your world<>Cell’s have awakened, life energy is unlocked, dungeons are being generated<>Historical Artifacts have gained power. Trials have been created<>Legacies are gaining power< >Animals are awakening<>Nukes have been disabled<>Let fortune favor you, my descendants<Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 9 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>6287276
Rolled 6 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>6287478Rolling a second time
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>6286377Martial Technique: Bucephalus‘s chargeUsing a combination of strength and dexterity, crush thy enemies under your hooves by charging at them with everything you have.
>>6287276Martial Art: Alexander's WrathDominate your ennemies with the might of the ancient conqueror. Your moves aim to control your opponents using whatever you have at hand be it your hands, legs or the corpse of a fool you killed.
Rolled 58 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>6292558It would have been better if my dumbass didn't forget the roll
The air in the divine chamber reeks of vanilla incense and spite. The Goddess Morrigoth leans back on her obsidian throne, her fishnet clad legs crossed as she scrutinizes you with a look of pure disdain."What do you mean you think having multiple girlfriends is 'degenerate'?" she drawls, blowing a plume of smoke from her cigarette.You clear your throat, standing your ground. "It's simple. I'm a one woman man. I don't do harems. And furthermore..." you snicker pointing to her outfit, "Why are you dressed like a slut? I thought you were supposed to be a big time goddess or something right? Did your husband really allow you out of the house looking like that?"A vein pulses in her forehead as she slightly grits her teeth. Theres a palpable tension in the air. She glances at the stack of papers in her hands... Your entire life summary on paper for her viewing pleasure... She scoffs with contempt at you. "Ah. Now I see. You're one of THOSE types."You smirk. "What type is that sugar-tits? The kind of dude that doesn't simp for BITCHES?" If you insult her, that might keep her on the defensive...She responds smoothly "You're a long way from home and your cute little internet forum posting pepes and wojaks! Making threads about how to 'tradmaxx'... Posting gender war shit! Right wing propaganda? You make me sick!"Fuck... She really does have your whole life in front of her... That ain't good... Still, you can't show weakness! "HEY FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT GODDESS!"Morrigoth takes a slow drag, her crimson eyes burning at you. Then, in a flash, she's in your face, her clawed grip wrenching your collar choking the life out of you as you struggle to breathe! "I could scatter your fucking atoms across the cosmos and have each one of them screaming in agony for as long as I want just as a practical joke! But no... I'm gonna give you your fucking Isekai dream, and I'm going to purposely fuck you up at every step of the way!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Honorary akunite quest
>>6289283>>6290244>>6290740>>6291191Just wanted to let you know that I'm still around. Hopefully I can get something out today.
>>6291207Thanks for the update and the beautiful fall Morrigoth
>>6291207dead it seems
>>6300403a shame since it had only just actually started
You are Charlotte Fawkins, Herald and heroine. With the power of your positive spirit, you have overcome deceit, defeat, and divine possession, and now you are going to save the world. First, though, you need to get your stolen Crown back— no matter what obstacles lie in your way. Or boring meetings."You're late, Ms. Fawkins."Lucky is as glad to see you as always. "Am I? Or are you just being—""Don't sweat it. We weren't that far in." Eloise pats the chair next to her. "Lucky likes repeating himself, anyway, so it's like you won't have missed a thing. Actually—" Here she stage-whispers. "—we already knew a lot of it, so—""Mr. Blaine is offering his own insight," Monty says patiently. "It's nice to see you, Charlotte. Sit down, will you?"You were planning on it— have been trying to, actually, but the chairs in the Wind Court meeting room are uncomfortable-looking and, more crucially, don't have holes in the back. You settle on sitting at an angle, so to not crush your tail. "Where's Madrigal? I thought she'd be—""She had other business to attend to. I'll fill her in afterward. Mr. Blaine, could you start over?""It appears I must. Unless we have other visitors I should know about?" (Monty shakes his head.) "Very well. From the beginning. At an unknown point early this morning— most likely between 2 and 4 AM— a barrier sprung up around, roughly speaking, the entirety of the Corcass. This barrier is circular or ovoid, pitch black, several hundred feet high, and unnatural in origin. It is impenetrable to casual testing. The perpetrator of is barrier is no mystery, because identical barriers have been sighted progressively eastward for approximately a month and a half. They are the work of—"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6302739>>6302591>>6302827>>6302744Your collective suggestion for Earl is the correct intended answer, nice work, and >>6302827's other suggestions are correct and intended for Gil (the token is just suspended in midair when he turns into beetles, easy to grab it), close enough for Lucky (I was thinking firewater, but actual fire should be sufficient, if a little cruder), and close enough for Horse Face. Reaching through time would indeed be "too crazy"... if you hadn't done just that to heal Eloise's injuries >>6291831. You *are* the Herald!Which means that I'm not going to call for any rolls, and this should be the final update of this thread. The next thread will be ETA a week from now. It will be the last full* thread of the quest, and should cover your battle with Ramsey, your struggle against the Wyrm, and anything and everything that comes after.Writing!*To be specific, I am committing to covering 100% of Ramsey and the Wyrm in 50. Depending on how I'm feeling and how deep into the thread we are at that point, I will either run 50 all the way through the (potentially considerable) post-Wyrm denouement and epilogue, or I will take a week off to recover and run the epilogue in a dedicated, unnumbered epilogue thread. Or I'll take a week off and run in the same thread if I feel too lazy to write a recap. We shall see.>>6302739Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>All you need to do is give everybody a Richard! Duh! And by "see how this goes," you of course meant that you're moving already— Gil seems unaffected, but he's close at hand, and the thought of Ramsey controlling him is too terrible to contemplate. He's first. "Sorry," you hiss, and flex outward: he flashes at once into beetles, and you lunge forward, clamp your fingers around the floating token, and pull. Ignore the strings snapping— as you've already discovered, Gil is full of redundancies— and ignore his pained yelping. You already apologized. Then stuff the token into your pocket, wet your finger, and point.The beetles bunch up. Did that actually hurt? Is Gil scrambled-up? Resentful? No, he was just reading your mind. They're up and away, the beetles, spiraling towards Ramsey, who sees them coming and swipe-swipes with a claw. No luck. Gil, agile, zags where the claw zigs, reaches the edge of your Magyckal Aura, and makes one last push: unable to reach Ramsey's face, he pops into existence, one hand clutching at her cloak, one hand pointed upward, turning into... a... gun. Oh. He read your mind a little too hard. You think positive on his behalf, but when the bullet pierces harmlessly through Ramsey's cloak, you aren't surprised.Ramsey, laughing, definitely wasn't surprised. "Hey! Nice try! But I think you meant to aim—"You hold Gil's token up at her. She doesn't finish her sentence. Instead, a claw rips Gil off her hem ("oof!") and attempts to fling him full-speed at the temple's stone roof, which succeeds, except for the fact he's back in Aura range. Your beloved quick-thinking scared-to-die retainer poofs back into beetles. Three more claws extrude from Ramsey's cloak. "Very funny!" she says, less enthused. "But bugs can't kill people too well, huh? So I guess that's a forfeit! Hold still, now, and I'll get you nice and..."You trust him to occupy her for a minute or two. You only need a minute or two. Enough time to sprint around the side of the temple, into its weak shade, and stare down Earl: EARL!!He claps his hand to his forehead, flings his arm over Sgwd, who he's sort of been leaning on. Kid...?YES! Yes. Hi! You hope he's been having a good Game. He's not dead, which must qualify as good. He still has his shoulder. You're sorry about Branwen. None of this is the point. The point is, as soon as Ramsey isn't distracted, she's going to use the dumb coin in his head to take over his body, and then his body is going to try and kill you. You don't want that. He doesn't want that. But you remember that— when you used the 50% solution on him— his head sort of melted. And reformed. Uhh. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Watch!You're watching, and Earl, hand on Sgwd's flank, is plunging a syringe into Sgwd's side. Sgwd doesn't seem to mind much. (...Is he well-trained?) Earl grips the syringe between his teeth, shrugs off his jacket, pulls off his shoes, slides out his false teeth, and tosses all of it aside. He pauses, looks up at you again, and grins gummily. Hey, if you want melting, I got melting. Need to fix a couple ribs, anyhow. You can keep me in line, can't you, kid? I trust ya.You'd be flabbergasted if he caused more damage than Ramsey already has. But really, the 50% is perfectly—Ramsey. What a loony bitch, huh? You're pretty sure Earl winks. Listen, this is the best thing I've ever been hired onto. Pay could be better, just saying, but you can't beat the job. Kind of thing I can pull out the stops for. Just grab that coin for me, will you? Won't have the thumbs for it! Haw! Alright, talking's over.He turns around, snapping the connection, and stabs himself with a syringe's worth of undiluted shark blood. The seawater, then the grotesquery, will come next. But Earl wasn't even the one grimacing. (Before, you mean. He'll be grimacing now.) That was Lucky, and if you whip around to see Lucky with a torch and a tomahawk, you'll be pissed. Instead, when you whip around, Hatch has a torch and the other Courtier has that uncorked flask and Lucky is pinned to the ground and bleeding from his neck.So they have that taken care of. Great! What of Horse Face, the "ally" of yours most predefinitionally disposed to backstabbing? If his loyalties have turned again, you can't tell, because he is still in the shadow claw's grip. Ramsey has sort of just left him there. When she remembers him, will she squeeze the claw so hard he bursts, or will she walk his body through the aux-space until she spots something of destructive interest? God only knows what weapons Horse Face has stashed away. You can't be too safe.A buzz distracts you: Gil overhead, zooming in Earl's direction, Earl behind you coughing and groaning as he, presumably, liquefies, but you're not looking, don't have time, don't have interest. You are interested in Horse Face, who is not made of beetles, nor of shark, and is not the Wind Court's top or third-from-top or thirtieth-from-top priority right now. If you pried his token out of him, half his neck would come with it. This is probably not the worst way Horse Face has ever died. But you already failed to kill him for his crimes, God-damnit, and the opportunity has come and gone: the token will be removed nonlethally. As Pat would put it, you will have to GS this.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are running through GSing possibilities («No.» «Wouldn't try that.» «Not unless you want his head put backwards.») when there's a blue light and a GWROAAARRR: you don't need to be a master detectivess to figure out what Gil did, but you do have to see for yourself. And yes, it's what you figured. Gil is there, and Sgwd is there, and a second shark-thing is there, identical but for the colors (red for blue; blue for yellow) and the metal studs running down its length. You don't see a token. You hope Earl has fun in there.But Horse Face, God-damnit. Ramsey is yelling things at the sharks in the distance. Uhh. God stuff. You should use God stuff. Gil just used his stupid god stuff, and are you going to be outshone by paganry, or by the Court's vile witchery? Nay! Who is literally God here? Not any of them! And not you either, yet, exactly: except for the incident with Eloise, you've been trying to keep the whole thing close to your chest. You didn't want Ramsey cooking up anti-Herald measures. But there's no time for that anymore, is there?You tug on the Herald's skin and approach. C.M.S. Garvin's face is screwed up in pain and concentration equally: "You again," he forces out, and stares through one lidded eye. "Shh." You place your hand on his cheek, and the eye droops shut; the rest of his body stays rigid, trapped in amber. Apt. When you look past Garvin, you don't see him forward and back: you see boxes, tiny Garvins in the boxes, a grid splayed out as far as you care to look. You don't care to. The Garvins live and die and spin in place. They might as well be mice. Pluck one out of its cage and it wriggles; pop its head off and it stops; pull your Garvin's head off and swap them and he's none the worse for it, once time unsticks, though he is pale. His neck is tokenless. "Relax your body," you say, and black dribbles from his mouth.>[TO BE CONTINUED]Sorry, folks, there's not very much left at all— I estimate under 500 words— but I'm falling asleep at the wheel tonight. Expect a daytime update to wrap this up. Good night!
>>6302985Can't help but wonder why Ramsey keeps threatening to kill us if we don't kill each other. We end up dead either way, so wouldn't it make the most sense to attack her as a group to maximize our chances of survival?
No matter how much you tried, and try you did, you had never seen your teacher this serious, this focused and grim. Unless a call from the Greater Spirits came, which they did....not too rarely, but this was a different kind of feeling to her eyes you'd seen when those came. This was like your teacher, wise and learned as you knew her, was preparing for an End. An End that she could see but had spoken nothing of to any of the village or even you for that matter, which absolutely unsettled the Chief of course, as they were, by right, to be told of any impending danger and doom, by the claws of monster or hands of man.Unless this was the work of Spirits.The thought alone gives you a shiver.Spirits, being of incredible power and strange variety, had never caused the village any trouble for so long that the idea of it was a small heresy to even imagine. No spirit sent a message without reason, never came to the village themselves, never even seemed to consider the village as anything but something far out of the way and you had the idea it was because the place was so awfully boring and routine. The way you saw it and how your teacher described, which you thought she was really good at since she told much cooler stories than that old stumbling Storyteller who peeked in on lessons with that scowl on his wrinkly face. You'd never say that out loud of course, but you hung onto your great teacher's every word as she spoke, and a part of you fears how quiet and focused your teacher is. How grim their eyes are and how her usual smile had been thinned to a line of pure concentration. You feared, perhaps, the pact she'd told you of at the begining of your lessons had been broken. Had the Greater Spirits called on your teacher to settle some debt the village had incurred? Has there been a breach in the pact so severe that only her head could satisfy them? Had the Greater Spir---"Child", calls your teacher as she fastened the straps of her old and yet beloved travel pack. The thing has been around the study hanging from a hook for almost as long as you've been her pupil. You almost thought with how it was always there that it might be her first pupil but as silly as it is, it was always there as she taught you her lessons of communication with spirits and important rituals. "I need you to visit with the Elders, especially the Chief. I've written a good few things on a letter they must be given, a good few things they must know, how to do them, and the why of the matter. I need you to hand it to them and then go to the workshop, gather the Skygem before going inside, and then lock the door behind you. Do not open it for anything. Do not open it even if the chief himself comes slamming on it and ordering you to."
>>6303212>Craft Fociwork on the Elk foci. Does the glowing bulb sound like a good addition for that?
>>6303212>Craft Foci
>>6303218The bulb is actually more of a spiritual (ghost) detecting thing. They're used in funeral rites to basically know if there's any lingering ghosts around the body
>>6303242Yeah, so does the detecting thing help the lightning smite ghosts?
>>6303249It would anyways honestly. Ghosts just aren't effected by mundane weapons. Magical lightning is effective.Also business is picking up after the football game so I'll have to update again after the shift. Thank you for being so patient with me anons!
