The past few months had been rough. Your severance package turned out to be worthless in the wake of post war inflation, and even in one of the supposed seats of Pact Joint Command you couldn't find a stable job. Trying find work outside the Pact was nearly impossible with how destroyed your reputation was with the Raihan Empire.One drink turned to three quickly, and soon you were telling anyone who would listen about the hardships. The undue, unjust, and entirely of no fault of your own, hardships.---Make a choice. You are currently a little buzzed, but a few more drinks shouldn't hurt.>Complain about having to moonlight in the pharmaceutical industry, and getting no thanks. A bump couldn't hurt.>Decry the squalid living conditions you've had to endure, despite your charitable work at the local clinics. Pound one.>Rail against Solei, who is an unimaginative prick. Take a shot.
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>6396250
Rolled 10 (1d20)
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>6396250Come on baby, roll a 1!
>>6396255>>6396294>>6396354Wow, look at that, rising increments of five.Alright. I'll do the update tomorrow.
“But…”But what? Various options move through your mind but the criminal and legitimate enterprises of Ex-Nihilo are tangled up like a gordian knot. you would have to cut it.You fix Ruhi with your unblinking stare.“I can try to curb any activity on the station that threatens the PJC, but there will be complications.”“What kind of complications?”“Some of the people implicated in these crimes are people of influence within the web of power on Ex-Nihilo. Cracking down on them could cause civil unrest.”“We just fought a war Alchemist, what’s a little unrest among criminals?”[One more sacrifice for the Pact…]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"- HamletThe 20th century was a turbulent time for the human race. Wars, weapons, and atrocities beyond imagination occupied that hundred years, making an indelible mark upon the history of the human race. Discoveries and inventions, both good and wicked, propelled human society to new heights of technology, knowledge, and power. Yet as man's mastery over the Earth grew stronger, a sobering discovery was made. The human race would find that perhaps they were not so much in control of the natural world as they had hoped, and that the sciences and discoveries that could propel the species to new heights could also bring about its undoing.It began with an incident in London in 1925, when a live Brontosaurus was supposedly brought to the city, only to rampage and escape. The story was covered up, evidence suppressed, and most believed it to be nothing more than a tall tale. Then, in 1933, the world would be changed forever.Filmmaker Carl Denham and his crew returned from a voyage to a far-off island with "The Eight Wonder of the World", King Kong, a gigantic ape the size of a large dinosaur. The creature escaped captivity and rampaged throughout New York before being gunned down atop the Empire State Building. Kong would not be the last monster to terrorize the United States over the decades. The ferocious Rhedosaurus terrorized New York in 1953, and the United States would face threats ranging from giant insects to giant octopi.
>>6383263I don't think a 1 day tie was the reason for it, specially when he rolled on ties before
>>6382296+1
Where are you, OP ?
Bros...
>>6391369It's over.
You are Marnie, a 16 year old girl living in a digital ark known as City 87-O. All your life, you've wanted to leave, and just recently, you've come close. Along with your Digimon partner, Phascomon, you climbed the Tower at the center of the City and came close to exiting through the spinning vortex that serves as the only way out. Alas, your plan went awry, and the City's ultimate guardian thwarted your greatest dream. The shock and desperation pushed you to overexert your partner, triggering a Dark Digivolution that he only barely survived. With your partner wounded from the attempt, and your friendship frayed from the stress you put him through, you've only just began to set things right again. Now, with your strength greatly diminished, you're continuing your journey with fresh eyes. This time, you'll climb the Tower and escape this stifling playpen. This time, you won't lose sight of what matters. This time, for sure, you and your partner will finally be free.==Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189/Thread 3:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You all take a moment to rest. Exermon keeps a lookout for any other threats that might have been drawn to the noise, while Porcupamon begins sweeping some of that precious data towards himself. He starts absorbing a particularly large chunk, but the insect lays a chitinous hand on his shoulder."I'm owed some. Don't take it all"Your partner shrugs."Fair's fair, you get your due."Exermon is here to get stronger. You'll have to share the spoils, instead of putting all of this towards Astamon. Seadramon, meanwhile, drags the unconscious Tobiumon out of the water. Its silhouette is growing hazy, and artifacts slough off its body. "This is my share, then!"She flicks him into the air and catches him on the way down, snapping her yellow jaws shut with a resounding crunch.DELETEDComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
All of you are glad to be on dry land, even Seadramon. You decide that you can spare a bit of time to make camp and rest, so that your team can recover from their minor injuries. You end up hijacking a small segment of the sewer passageways, down a side corridor that's outside of the recycling center's patrol route. For some reason, you get an overwhelming urge to construct a fire just to get in the mood, so you place down an old camping asset.You end up on a chair next to Liza, watching the fire animation loop over and over. Seadramon is snugly in her Digivice, and Phascomon has returned to his Rookie form. Only Exermon remains as a Champion."I don't feel like I did much. Can you spare me some of your tools?" Liza requests. "I don't have as many of my own.""You did fine! Without your strength, I'd have been dragged under by now! Then we'd ALL be in real trouble.""Sure, take some. And she's right, if we sank, Tobiumon would have just picked us all off. Those fins could cut us in half in an instant."You hand her some programs that you have duplicate copies off. Now that you have permanent versions of most, you can afford to give away the extras without really thinking about it. "Bug boy. Those antennae good for detection?""Yes, that's why I've stayed in this form. I intend to keep watch." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You intend to let everyone rest for a bit— at least a few hours, enough to get a good nap. This might be one of the last reprieves you get before you enter the facility, which is directly connected the Tower. What do you do during this quick break?>Talk to Liza. You won't have time to have a proper heart to heart conversation when you're tearing through the partition and fighting enemy Digimon later, so you might want to take this chance to chat. >Go join Exermon while he looks out for threats. Staying vigilant down here is important, you don't want to let anything sneak up on you all. You can also spare some time to talk to him and get a better feel for his capabilities. >Sorry, Phascomon. You're in the mood to talk. Bother him just a little and see if he'll indulge you just a bit, before he takes his nap. You want to check in on how he's doing in this Champion form, and see how progress on unlocking Astamon is going.>Write-in: Whatever you would like to say to your choice of conversation partner.
Could I get some feedback on pacing issues as of late? I feel like missing so many days is causing it to drag out, and I want to move the narrative into the Tower ASAP, but I'm not sure if it'd be a big loss to no longer have any slower moments.
>>6397066>Talk to Liza. You won't have time to have a proper heart to heart conversation when you're tearing through the partition and fighting enemy Digimon later, so you might want to take this chance to chat.did we actually explain the whole splitting up part? I mainly want Liza to feel her way through wherever this Leomon trail goes, instead of waiting for permission or negotiation.Of course, this would go a lot better if we have Astamon up BEFORE splitting.
It had been a long time coming, with all the danger and boredom that was to be endured by soldiers. Days and weeks in the wilderness, months of training and retraining, and unknown time just... lost.And then there was the mixed quality of leadership, the painful highs and lows of bonding with other soldiers... Of being tied and getting to know people who would reveal themselves to be unstable, or sick, or worrisome... And some of the good ones would just die.It wasn't exactly clear what the point of it all was. Was it all a mistake? Was it a joke? Cruelty? A scheme to make money?The mind and body was exhausted. "Red" was saying that the chance to come home was available. It was time for leave, R&R. Maybe weeks in rehabiliation... Physical and mental. Maybe even a padded room and a cocktail of medicines.
>>6380090Jack looks to crucifix with confusion for a second before acceptance takes over his face. "Fair thing to do with what can happen in the work. Make there be a lord that will watch our backs. If not we will just have to do it ourself."
Someone said that we didn't want to lose track of Godmother or Jack, so here you go.https://discord.gg/kDWbTwGY )The extraction makes most of the group nauseous, but after several hours, along with proper showering, drinking, and eating... It ultimately doesn't matter.The group is contained inside a safehouse inside a cabin, inside some woods, inside a timeline that isn't documented very well or labeled. It could be a fragment, a post apoc, or a regular world.
>>6381599(Done.)Godmother welcomes the presence of modern amenities again, which help put some distance from the frontline combat he's seen. He now has a defensibl location again, which helps with stress management. Mostly he's spent time taking inventory and attempting to monopolize any and all explosives to rig manual perimeter traps. Nothing that would accidentally blow anyone up, so he says, just "insurance".
>>6381599Whelp new area I guess means taking stock of things. Maybe send a scout to map the area and hope for some supplies to work with. "Now that I think about it more. The base said something about vampires. Should be see if red can bless some water and does anyone know their weaknesses?"
>>6382371Red and moreso Asvos have filled Jack in on vampires, and done proper introductions..
This quest is intended to start out as a setting generation game that will gradually turn into a mythic narrative with your influence affecting more specific events as the world becomes more definedThe starting assumptions (open to be altered) are: A single earth-comparable planet orbiting a yellow star, supporting water-based life forms with an emerging hominid intelligence.to begin, pick one or two of the following categories, and add a description of a development or feature in their/its natureCosmic: The overarching nature of the universe or the planetary alignmentSolar: Involving the sun, the cycle of orbit, the source of light and heat and energyMeteoric: The composition of the atmosphere and celestial phenomenonEnvironmental: The terrain, the composition of the ground or the climateOrganic: Any kind of living presence, distinct lifeforms or biological developments Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374012>Meteoric Organic: A colossal asteroid careens into the planet and from the rubble sprout networks of thick, colorful vines.
>>6374012>Solar Majestic: The "Sun" above this world, is no sun in truth, but a ball of blazing divine ichor orbited by the planet and smaller moons, bathing them in the essence and "love" of the being who bled to create this strange sanguine system, imparting them with life and divine spark
>>6374012>>6374015>Sapient Organic:The vines sprout buds of vegetation and meteoric rock, splitting, growing, shifting into a kaleidoscope of living species embedded with stone. Some lose their ability to harness the sun's love directly, eschewing green flesh for crimson as they devour their fellow organisms. From this primeval chaos rises a sapient species, able at once to consume others for sustenance and channel the divine might of the sun into mystical rites and miracles
Once upon a time in Kirigakure there was a young gennin Kunoichi ready to do ninja stuff.This Kirigakure was not the same village it used to be 150 years ago. The bloody days were left behind and children needed to get into adulthood before they could start serving their village as alien magic ninja soldiers. The seventh Mizukage, Mai Terumi, is set in making the village a great place where everyone can be happy.( Welcome to "Filler Chronicles" a joke and low quality drawquest set in what I remember of The Village Hidden by the Mist (Kirigakure) from Naruto. It will have very few text because this is an excuse to make many fast drawings about cute ninja girls).
She never got to have her clan...
>>6375394Welp, it was good while it lasted
>>6375394:(
>>6375394Welp, was fun while it lasted. Sad to see it end so soon.
>>6375395>>6375490>>6375702>>6375774Sorry, I'm not made for heavy lifting. I'm just a cheerleader.
Today has proven to be what the children like to call "a mixed bag".On the one hand, your most recent achievement has secured your legacy as the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera for centuries to come. Your life's work on the transfer of immortal souls between mortal vessels finally came to fruition in human trials. For the first time in history, the successful transference of consciousness from one body to another occurred through a fully understood mechanistic process that can be repeated without the use of divine magics. Thanks to you, resurrection and immortality no longer belong to the realm of miracles, but instead lay within the bounds of mankind's science!On the other hand the reason for the rather impromptu field test of this technology means that you probably cannot return to your home Realm any time soon. See, for various reasons the Jade Star Emperor decided to execute you - the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera - on a set of trumped up nonsensical charges. He could have just charged you for sleeping with one of his thousand wives, but unfortunately cuckoldry is not an offense punishable by death... and it would have been far too great a shame for him to admit. The exact charge was High Treason and Conspiracy Against All Life, the latter of which had not been dusted off since the Void Cults got killed off a thousand years ago. So for the crime of comforting a lonely woman, off came your head. Though not until they destroyed your atelier, and your sub atelier, and the ateliers that you had set up on various orbitals across the system, and the ateliers you built a few star-jaunts over on the Astral Plane. They burnt most of your books and journals, too, countless references and decades of accumulated knowledge gone up in smoke.Then they killed you.Then you woke up in the one atelier they missed. The one atelier you kept in such a grand backwater that you're quite certain that the locals never even heard of a Jade Star Emperor nor understood that all humanity across all material planes belonged to the Jade Star Empire. You forgot you even kept spare bodies in this place until the connection pulled your soul from your corpse and into the body you currently occupy. Looking at your current self in the mirror, you suddenly remember why this facility had a back up body to begin with.Golden hair, golden eyes, long slender ears and limbs with wiry muscles beneath a pillowly layer of squishiness. A fair sized bosom that you never had in life, and certain things in particular that are missing and replaced with other things that are best left unspoken.Looking out the window, you see a beach and signs of a tropical climate. You built this atelier to have a workshop attached to your off-the-books vacation home. Of course it would have the ability to grow homunculus bodies for your use. You didn't expect to be living in the Mark One Elven Beauty that you designed on a whim, but it's miles better than being dead.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.Sex with Serie!Vigorous, babymaking sex with Serie!!
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.
Welp
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.It seems the Jade Star Emperor caught the QM...
Welcome to the Kingdom of Pangria, the only home you've ever known. Ruled by our mighty King Elion we have long since snuffed out the mysterious dark forces that once plagued our lands. It's been sometime since a monster sighting has occurred, but the darkness that once was has not been forgotten. The Queen passed shortly after the great battle and for years now King Elios has remained a recluse.-?- If you want to roll a character----choose an animal-------choose a class====== I will decide the rest======-?-If I like your character-- You will receive art and the character will have a role to play in Pangria.-?-If you don't receive art-----there may already be an animal of that species in use in the story already. ---I will decide the protagonist, once a protagonist is chosen we can continue.
>>6371248>>6371249>>6371250As the tired lawman places down the last ballot handed to him, a gentle breeze enters the room... mixing his neatly organized stacks together into a messy pile half falling off the table side. His body barely moves after a brief pause, then slowly he begins shuffling all the piles together and starting over with his counting giving a side eye to the room acknowledging the mistake quietly as he counts again.
>>6371239I'll vote for Fenren because rats are peak
>Bellfuh character themehttps://youtu.be/CMyvIDLAub8?si=7lEjgt74jQHUb_Sz>>6371255If not for the racoon, I'll vote for Master Pello. He sounds interesting.
>>6371244>>6371255I vote for Saki or Lacsar.
In for Fenren and the mouse-keteers
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Malevus had marched into the Stormwind Keep wearing her red Silverthread dress and made everyone marvel at her. She had united those who were willing to help you and with Jaina by her side she had retrieved your sword and faced Arthas in a duel. Malevus won and he had lost. With you freed you had faced Varian in a verbal duel and in the coming days secured a strong position to yourself and the Alterac while ensuring his fall.With the Edict of King Terenas being lifted in one year, Alterac would grow stronger with each passing month. But what came next could change everything, the orcs were on the move with Thrall pushing for rescuing the orcs in the Internment Camps. At the same time Pai and Eligius were out there somewhere trying to rescue your little sister from the Syndicate.The dice were being cast and in the middle of all that stood you. You thought you were going to be ready, but would hope carry you far enough or was it one step on the road to disappointment?Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6396922>>Stick to the plan. You are just supposed to follow the man around.
>>6396972>>6396974You don't wanna try using his magic for intrigue? I'm sure he can develop some neat intrigue tricks with clever applications of Corruption.
>>6396976I dont even know why we are there. Or what is going on. Also seems a bit out of character for Eligius to just not follow the plan and do something whacky.
>>6396978If I recall they wanted to find how supplies were getting to Creedy's Keep and that led them to leave Strahnbrad. So I figure this is where that trail has led, and they want something with his cart. Supplies, mail, or trying to sneak someone on board which would need much more time to cover them up.One of the options is that for whatever reason the others could need more time, and that would mean diverting or engaging with this guy in some way to better ensure that. With magic we wouldn't even need to approach him and get his attention on us.Eligius is supposed to have a deep understanding of magic theory, so why not have him demonstrate that using Corruption on something that isn't just a kobold or goon.A plan to hope he doesn't go out to check his cart falls apart if he goes to check his cart doesn't it? I'd be fine letting him take some initiative with a clever little spell.
>>6396978this>>6396976
Today is October 12th, 2024. You are a normal person, living a normal life, remaining completely unremarkable among over 8 billion others just like you. Today, you are going to manifest psychic powers, and your life will very rapidly cease to be normal. Who are you?> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.> Rebecca Sims, female, 28 years old. Homeless, addicted to heroin, probably some sort of undiagnosed mental illness. Got fired from her acting job after years of mounting stress and misery, lost her apartment, got disowned, and was never able to pick herself back up.> Casey Russo, nonbinary, 20. Junior in undergrad for computer science, participates in three clubs, in a sorority, has a part-time job and an internship with the campus. Uses amphetamines, sleep deprived, going to crash and burn.> Pete Pruitt, male, 36. Lives with his parents, works a shitty wagecuck job, entire life consists of helping his elderly parents, working, watching escapist slop, playing vidya, or gooning. Definitely has some sort of depression.> Thomas Duarte, male, 52. Lives alone, survives off social security and renting out some property he inherited. Alcoholic, stopped trying to quit over a decade ago, children and ex-wife hate or avoid him. Has pancreatic cancer that will kill him in ~8 months.> Robert Writt, "male," 31 years old. Uses /lgbt/ and /pol/ consistently, chud, closeted trans woman, hates himself, moderately suicidal, keeps to himself, has a decent job and splits rent with two roommates.> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6369787psychic /pol/tard quest, go!
>>6369506> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.
>>6369506>> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Given the options, it looks like this quest is set up to be one of those "lolsorandumb" ones. But if not, here goes. (Perhaps someone should hijack this?)
>>6369506I'll vote for the middle aged Spiderman lore ripoff Pete Pruitt.Else I'll give a +1 to the Jacob Porter squad.>>6369787>that isn't a boring tumblr lesbian OCYeah all of the characters seem half assed, but who knows maybe OP can read the room.
Uh . . . hello?
It has been a thousand years since the last great cataclysm divided a once thriving world spanning empire and plunged it into utter ruin.The world was sundered by unknown magical forces, former allies turned to enemies, races resparking ancient feuds and descending back into conflict for few to take advantage of the chaos of it all. People survive, but most folk find that the ruins and relics are both valuable and dangerous, some not worth the price they enact.This is different though, this is worth it, this is finally worth the scrapping of mostly destroyed books, stories from people who heard those stories from long dead parents, and carvings on tablets that just mention shipments.The question is now, who follows the path?A: Nicolas Namelost: A Human, a scholar and minor magician. No family, no friends, a lost bitter man who learned his letters for loafs of bread and followed this path to make a name for himself.B: Burn the Exile: A Dwarf, a former smith who was banished after his armor failed a warrior fighting against a massive foe. The armor wasn’t built for that, but no one would listen. Bitterness, loss of purpose, and a spark of determination is all that keeps him going.C: Pick: Kobold, a sacrificed slave. Formerly held by a crew of adventurers who were exploring the mountain range, seeking treasure. A few kobolds slaves were cheap, and if one ‘fell’ into the river like Pick did, who would notice? Who cares where he ended up?
>>6370700>A: Grab the floating jewel.Get money get paiddddd
>>6370705The stone was in Pick's hand before he was thinking. It settled there, the heat of the gemstone burning into his hand as it sunk into his flesh. As he called out in pain, it fused with his flesh and he fell from the stool onto his back. He writhed and wriggled in pain before it stopped. It perhaps took a full minute before he realized it was all over.He looked at his hand, and in the center of his palm, the jewel had burrowed itself and stuck fast into his body. He tapped it a few times before a voice spoke out around him."Ah, not our usual Master, but not unheard of for a Kobold to take command." The voice drew the attention of Pick to it, a floating stone orb that pulsed with every word."I welcome you My Lord, to the Golem Forge of the Spinestone Mountains. I apologize for the lack of cleanliness, but we have been out of sorts since we were last inhabited by living beings of Imperial origin." It explained. “Though it seems due to your position in life and the time passed you may not be from the Imperial Capital...” “No matter, whoever holds the Jewel is in charge, and I don’t suppose you would want to give it up. This forge is able to create a manner of magical goods, primarily however it makes Golems and other Constructs, artificial creatures made of stone. By default, they can be controllleld by you, but other instructions can be given. “"Ah and for reference, we have 50 Animating Crystals ready to be used, along with 100 units of Stone for Stone Constructs. Other materials could be gathered, but that would require you to build Constructs of the proper type to gather them, or to build constructs to obtain them in a military manner.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6370710>B: Battle ReadinessAdventurers steal Pick's treasure!
>>6370710>B: Battle Readiness
>>6370710>A: Resource Collectionwe shall eat dirt
Hey /qst/, I'm from China and wanted to share a log from a quest (basically an interactive CYOA/story) we ran on our local anonymous board, X Island. Hope you guys enjoy it.Here's the link: https://www.nmbxd1.com/t/55362191If you want to read the whole thing, you might need to sign up (only up to page 99 is visible to guests). Registration requires a Chinese phone number though, so fair warning.Also, my English sucks, so this was all translated by DeepSeek. Don't blame me if it reads weird lol.Not sure if this is the right board for quest logs, so I'm posting it here in /qst/. Mods feel free to move/delete if I fucked up.(and I already fucked up in /tg/ ( ﾟ∀。))
02/08/23(Wed)13:11:57 ID:EVHvrrR No.55415575302/08/23(Wed)13:13:02 ID:c4h0GlY No.55415594302/08/23(Wed)13:15:07 ID:RHZpOXQ No.55415623302/08/23(Wed)13:17:59 ID:DUKvUHK No.55415681302/08/23(Wed)13:25:09 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55415829>Need to calm down!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)14:15:35 ID:PUmGmeL No.55416977( ﾟ∀。) Now we HAVE to help Mimis02/08/23(Wed)14:22:50 ID:CYQirX1 No.55417151>>No.55416977Mimis already has him by the weak point (referring to [self-censored]) ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)14:51:20 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55417951It's over ten minutes before Mimis replies. In the meantime, the big-[self-censored] junior from Room 13, 3rd Floor has hopped on the information superhighway, spreading like wildfire through the Freedom House watering hole!Ashen Remnant: 25cm? At least?! Is that even human? That's a collapsible baton come to life!Francois VI of Duwang: That's a collapsible baton come to life! +1Maieronde: That's a collapsible baton come to life! +1Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:06:38 ID:CYQirX1 No.554183982 ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:06:53 ID:HNvxTCC No.55418406202/08/23(Wed)15:07:01 ID:M56665U No.55418409202/08/23(Wed)15:07:03 ID:c4h0GlY No.55418410202/08/23(Wed)15:07:11 ID:RHZpOXQ No.554184192Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:22:50 ID:YiLKeVl No.554189162. This is so fucking awkward.02/08/23(Wed)15:24:08 ID:f383fGd No.55418947>Close the door, you've got the wrong guy ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:24:38 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55418965>Act natural (Zhao Shi intensifies)(*TN:Zhao Shi,a South Korean cartoonist, is known for his comics featuring protagonists in awkward situations who try too hard to act natural)You casually make your way through, like Moses parting the sea.Don't these high schoolers understand the concept of personal privacy?!>1-50Delinquent girl gang blocks the way! Could this be an ambush?!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:39:30 ID:EVHvrrR No.554193771If I remember right, three-on-one is against the rules, right? Doesn't count toward win streak if you lose.But if you win, that'd be sick ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:39:53 ID:CYQirX1 No.55419387>>No.55419377Amuro wrecking the Black Tri-Stars... Wait, weren't they three kittens? ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:41:20 ID:YiLKeVl No.55419424>>No.55419377( ﾟ∀。) Our grunt mech is seriously lacking. First win was terrain advantage, second was pure guts and luck. We only had a chance because our mech levels were close.If their gear's even slightly better, it's not so easy.02/08/23(Wed)15:41:49 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55419432Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>OOC: Been incrediably sick so, sorry. As long as I get the votes will try to post more and shorten them some. Thank everyone sticking with it through my IRL shit.Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ilvermorny%20QuestNon-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/d7qyhmm6New character sheet: Working on it... numerous new bonuses and items b/c I am dumbOld sheet: https://rentry.co/7obcbksuComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Interlude: Lucerne and the Necklace of Gormlaith Gaunt ft. Alester Grimsly You were back there. Knockturn Alley, the gloomy mirror to the normal bright and inviting Diagon Alley proper; a place filled with ugly mugs, villainously dressed and roguish looking men and women, and more pertinent to you? A certain shop run by an “old friend” you had helped avoid a lengthy prison sentence by convincing him to rat on some of his patrons who purchased illegal Magic/Muggle tech combos with enchantments bordering on Dark. Some that fully crossed that line, as well as some simple artifacts of a Cursed nature or would endanger the Statute of Secrecy.You naturally, as an upstanding member of the community and Deputy Director of Muggle Affairs, could not be seen consorting with this lot and so you dawned a tried-and-true disguise. It was similar to the last, though with a few modifications. More posh robes in all black. A walking stick with a silver snake for the handle you pulled from your vault as it had a nasty trick or two. Named spells to change your hair to silver and face some. Eyes a killing green with a scar running down one. A curled and manicured mustache.You were taught in Auror boot camp to never use the same exact disguise twice, so this one was different from your last, but this was near enough Grimsly should recognize it was you. So, you put on your best arrogant noble act, not far from the mark aside from the arrogance, and made good use of your Occlumency training to become that person as you made your way down to the end of a side street to enter Grimsly’s Curios like you owned the place. Went to the counter and called for your “old friend”.“Grimsly! Chap! Old friend!", I have some important business.”“Oi, oi I'm comin—motherfucking…" the tall man with greasy slicked back black hair said. Then, quietly, “Sanders? That’s you, right? Come to shake me down again?”, he whispered out since there were a few patrons browsing or with small baskets of dubiously legal curios or such.“Nothing of the sort. And you know I did happen to lose a couple sacks of Galleons, which I assume were never found, which happened to be a pretty fair amount. Kept you from any trouble from that ‘thing’ you accidentally were given. But? Business. Quite type. Think you might close up a bit early for a ‘friend’ and set a small but heavy sack on the counter, which was swiftly pulled down below before the shopkeeper shouted out something.
>>6397027“Oi, mates! Fine patrons! Going to have to shut up shop a tad early; just got a Patronus about a family member being admitted to St. Mungo’s! If you have purchases to make, please make yer way up front; anything you were considering, I can hold till opening ‘morrow. Otherwise, have a fine night, and remember Grimsly’s has whatever you could ever want or can get it so long as it is all Ministry ‘pproved and such!”, and a few people came to check out their hauls or have him hold items of interest for them. A few short minutes later and the shop was emptied as you checked, and Grimsly flipped the placard on his door to closed, hit it with security Charms and privacy ones while you checked for bugs. Found a small dark marble that pinged in the pocket of a nice set of robes, which you destroyed, and that the crystal ball on the counter had a viewing Charm on it. Summoned up a cloth to cover it.“Really have to be more careful, Alester.”, you chided.“Ey, didn’t know about that little thing some malcontent stuck in me robe section, and the orb is mine. Lets me see all over me shop. Got the set up for a steal from a bloke named Fox. Some hoity-toity aristocrat didn’t need the setup anymore, it seems, and now I can spot those urchins coming to rob me blind of my fantastic, completely legal baubles!”“Fox? One eye? Looks like a cartoon villain?”, you asked, a little perturbed he was already out of the clink.“Yeah. Know the bloke? Sold me a couple other tings, said he wouldn’t need ‘em for his new job.”“Yes, Alester, I do know the most notorious thief in the Magical world; had a run in once or twice. And… somehow, he is now teaching at my girl’s school for some insane reason. Ahhhhhh… Regardless? I need a little curio my darlings discovered checked. They and their friend, Coven as they put it check it with every thing they knew. So did I and all I got were normal Charms, some protective I think but other Magic I have no clue about.”, and you set another small bag of Galleons down along with the blackened triquetra necklace onto the counter. “Can I count on my ‘old friend’ to make sure it isn’t Dark, Cursed?”"Well, it seems a fair price and should be simple. Give me a few in the back. Feel free to browse. That theify fellow sold a few more tings, mostly gone but there are still a nice pair of thin gloves with a fun enchantment, some new stock, and a nice set o’ vintage robes ye might like. Go ‘head and look about. Be done in a jif, mate.”, the greasy man said and retreated through a door behind the counter.
>>6397030You took up the offer, if only to make sure everything on the racks was on the up and up. Did find those gloves, which were quite handsome, as well as the robes which had to be almost 200 years old but were in perfect condition and fit like a glove. Ha, might get something out of this aside from some peace of mind regarding your daughter’s discovery, though you did hear some very crass cursing from the back, a number of odd sounds, and spells. Brought up the gloves, robes, and a simple but nice topaz and silver ring ‘Meri would like to the counter and waited. Kept waiting far longer than a “jif”. Eventually, Alester returned with…“Is that fucking Moody’s fake eye!?”, you all but shouted with a hand on your wand.“Wot. ‘Course not. That would involve grave robbin’ and you know I am on the straight and narrow! Just a replica that Fox fellow sold me for a bargin; they god a bit popular after the Potter boy’s middle autobiography came out. What are the chances? Hear his resting place is under guard constantly and such. Good at detecting the Dark, still.”, And he popped the prosthetic off.Of course. What were the chances a master thief stole Moody’s own eye and left a fake in its place… okay that very well might be the real deal but you had other things on your mind.“Ah, though. See you found some things of interest among all th’ other treasures Grimsly’s Curios houses. Robe is from 1880s. Belonged to an old Headmaster of Hogwarts, basic charms and helps hide ya’ in the dark. Ring is just what it is; belonged to some member of Russian Magic nobility, nothing special besides being a sight. Gloves? Put one on your left hand; try dancing a coin twixt you knuckle after pushing some juice in. So, you tried, though you were never good with tricks like that, but to your surprise, you performed it with ease.“Cursed, technically. That part comes in a minute. But increases yer dexterity till the side effect hits.”, he said and suddenly there were pins and needles all through that hand.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6397038“No. Far as I can tell, while some unsavory Magic may have been used in enchanting the ting? It is the opposite of dangerous. From what I could find, ting is a powerful protective to whom it is keyed to. No clue who dat might be: specific person, member of a certain house, gender, if you have a mole on your left ass cheek. Can’t tell. And that is why dis is never coming back in my shop; because? I can’t figure it out. There is Magic, seent it, poked it some, but I do not know what it is or does. Old, old Magic, mate, and I do not like things I can’t figure out. Understand.”“Ah…ah yes. I detected something on it I didn’t recognize too.”, you said with a bit of relief mixed with apprehension.“Sanders? You wiggled your wand around and said the standard spells they teach ministry blokes. I am a professional. 30 years of doing this job. Salutatorian at Hogwarts, former Ravenclaw. I know Enchantments, Curses, Hexes, Curse-breaking, Ritual Magic, Ancient Ruins and three dead languages; five living ones. I don’t normally let patrons behind the counter but I’ll make an exception for an ‘old friend’.”, Alester said and tapped his wand to the side and lifted up a flip-down countertop to lead you into his back room. “You didn’t come back with them Auror cunts when you and 'em busted me; too busy riffling through my stock for contraband, which I am sure never made it to the Ministry. But? This is the difference between me saying there is Magic there I don’t get and you saying it.”The back of the shop, past a heave steel door… it looked like a mad scientist’s lab collided with a jeweler, potion shop, Alchemist’s altierier, a clothier, and a demolitions lab. A dozen odd machines and apparatuses lined each wall, and the place almost hummed with Magic. “This, Sanders, is why I do not want that thing near me; I will end up in the loony bin. I tried every tool and spell I have and there are still things I am missing. Know are there but cannot figure how they fit into the puzzle. I know it can be a protective. It is basically invincible from trying to get a sample. It is a twin, one to another, made at the same time by the same hand. It is woven with potent Magic for who every it is keyed to. A slightly newer Magic seems laid on it to key it to some other Magic but I can’t tell more. Who every laid the enchantments, the ones not originally part of it I think was terribly powerful and skilled; this thing should have blown up from all the power invested and without Runes at that. And, it will not heat, though it appears by weight and volume to be silver? Two Ancient Runes appear at the bottom: G.G.”A triquetra from America. Ilvermorny. With initials. G.G.You were no expert on American Magical history but had been there any number of times. Picked some things up.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6397040>>6397040And it reacted to you and your beautiful girls.Damn it. You… you would need to go back there; relive the fight again, your parents dying as they tried to protect you… see how much of the family tree tapestry survived.“Oi? You ‘kay, mate? Ya zoned out for a minute.”, the rat-like shopkeeper asked while snapping his fingers in front of you. “‘Right so tour is over, back in front of the counter. Here is that infernal necklace back.”“So, it is safe?”, you asked in finality while putting the small thing, which seemed to weigh so much more now, into a pocket.“ ‘Old Friend”? We live in the Magical world. Nothing is ‘Safe’. Tings are only as safe as the person with ‘em. It isn’t Dark or Cursed with what I can tell. It was meant to be worn, so safe ‘nuff. You also owe me for three lenses that blew up looking at tha’ odd Magic.”“Send an invoice to my office. Should be able to find a way to expense it. I appreciate it, Grimsly.”, and set a final small sack on the counter for your items. Had the taller man dismiss their anti-shoplifting Charm.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
CRACKThe bones of the kneeling man give way as a primal scream escapes his lips, the sack covering his head only provides enough of a barrier to marginally lower the volume of his shrieking. The crowd watching this brutal execution jeers at the man, "MURDERER", "C'MON LAD, PUT YOUR BACK INTO THE SWING", and other words of mockery slip from the mouths of the audience. The executioner, a large and burly man covered from head to toe in black garments, wields a nearly inhumanely long and heavy looking club. Each swing of it brutalizing the man in what is an increasingly barbaric display of punishment. "Bastards.." you catch a barely audible whisper coming from what may be a woman behind you. That's right.. you're not far off from being in the mans shoes ahead of you. Unsure of your bearings or whatever village they've transported you to due to your own coverings over your head, the only sure thing is you deserve to be here by all equal rights and measure. No matter what hole they put you in, no matter how long you were in there for, temptation overcame you.CRASH The sound of the poorly constructed floorboards give way and the crowd cheers, everyone waiting in line with you in the back is splattered by something."DID YA SEE THAT THERE? BATTERED THAT FUCKERS HEAD CLEAN OFF E' DID!" A particularly excited man shouts from out front the display. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Jump over the gate>Rolled 20! >ROLLED 20 AGAIN!The handful of militia brace themselves, getting into a clumsy defensive position with a couple of spearmen half-heartedly jutting their blades forward. The sight of it nearly causes you to chuckle, you snap out of your mocking state and focus on the goal ahead. "R-READY YOURSELVES MEN!" The leader commands, his voice cracking.Just as you close in on the handful of militia at the gate, one of them sticks their spear further out, you quickly concentrate all your strength into your lower body and leap gracefully over the entire squad. The sight of it is something to behold, "HELLS BELOW!," One of the militiamen shout. You not only cleared the jump over the squad, but you easily bounded beyond the height of the gate! Your bounding leap cascades you across the skyline as if you were a bog witch riding on your broom. The distance you create in a single bound between you and your captors is enough to put them off for at least half a days travel. The men stare in shock, the only thing that to confirm what they saw was real is your hounding laughter haunting the nighttime sky.SLAMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter
>>6370363>Travel further away from the townWe're too near to our pursuers to be resting.
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter>>6370478I don't think they'll chase us after moves like that
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?Previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6322745/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou are currently Craig Snorlison, goblin kid prodigy! You were traveling with your aun- err, older cousin Rosa Montagni, on her job to save Gongalla!But then you have to wait for her in this hotel in Viridis with her boss, Nemo. One of your spirits, Scholar, has bonded to you and requires you to read at least a chapter every day, but it gets boring reading the same grimoire over and over again.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6394151>□ Tell him you're visiting family, who is a student here
>>6394151The most believable lies are the ones with a grain of truth in them, in your experience - so you crafted one that fits."Well, I thought I'd visit my cousin while I'm in the area, see how their studies are going."You figured Craig will be accepted easily anyways, and you've heard Hexbourne has room for boarding."Ah, a family visit, splendid! We haven't had much of them, so this is a rare occasion. Oh, by the way, to whom am I talking to?"Hook, line, and sinker! Although, why is he asking for your name? Ah well, couldn't hurt, right?"It's Rosa, Rosa Montagni.""I see, excellent! Oh, and pardon me for not introducing myself - name's Leclerc de Renard. Now, let me check with the student records for a spell. It should be quick!"And on cue, he whips out a large, thick ledger seemingly out of nowhere - his personal inventory, perhaps? But it's his words that gets you dripping with cold sweat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6396007>□ Distract him with questions about missing kids all over GongallaYea whats up with that
>>6396055+1Apply the pressure!
>>6396007>□ Distract him with questions about missing kids all over Gongalla
