I'm making a map to use for world-building and I'd like help to make it as organically as possible. Here I have made the natural layout for a medium/large island; boringly similar to a European landmass like the UK. It is temperate with mixed dense forests, large mountains, and giant freshwater lakes similar to the NA great lakes. Geologically its probably formed from a combination of ancient volcanic activity and glacial erosion.I'd like you guys to add details one at a time, like settlers and POI or maybe creatures or natives, that it builds up like a chronological history. Mundane or fantastical or serious or silly are all fair play, I'd just like to avoid completely illogical nonsense. Also feel free change the landscape in way that make sense on a human time scale, like shifting river and shoreline or man-made changes like farmland and clear-cutting.
>>6377408Rivers are coming from the middle mountains, I assume from melting snow.This combined with the central location makes the mountains notably important for strategic and transit purposes.So this leaves an important question: what is the name for the mountains, and who controls the area?Now, separate of that... which way is the mainland? I ask because that would determine which side of the island would have the most import spot for a harbor / port.
Is it supposed to look like a giant kiwi on a small toilet?
Blaesionia, the land of the children of the blaze, is an ancient Elven-Gnomish Empire. The Feykin once ruled the entire archipelago, after coming to an uninhabited land in the deep past.The Children of the Blaze have obscenely long lives, and a tragic side effect of this is that the empire has declined into a tyranny of grinding rote traditions, white elephants, and byzantine intricacies. The vast majority of the Gnomish clans long ago attained all but total independence in the Svirfmarches, but still give lip service to belonging to the Empire, and both sides are satisfied with the legal fiction for purposes of mutual defense.Located on the rainrich southern plateaus of the archipelago, unsheltered by the Midmast Mountains, the Blaze Scions maintain vast old growth forests and mangroves on its rolling hills and shallow inlets, maintained by magic and a sparse handful of tree wardens. Almost the entire population of Elves live on the lower Last River or its tributary, the Shimmer River, living mostly meaningless lives of obligation and busywork, but enjoying a 'civilized' life of comforts provided by a highly developed magical economy.Said economy is dominated by the manufacture of Servant tokens which double as the currency. One token can be destroyed to create an invisible magical servant providing exactly one labor-hour of menial, unskilled work. A single, reasonably intelligent mage can produce about forty of these per day and earn a comfortable living, and most of the population is engaged in their production. The tokens are then distributed by the Elfhelm across the realm to be redeemed as labor and keep the resources flowing from the entire realm back to the palace.
>>6377408>>6379871Around 500 years ago, a group of humans (the Gonecardians) arrived at the North side of the island, having fled the devastation of ecological disasters elsewhere in the world. They traveled up the Stag River and discovered the teeming waters of the Nivathel Lakes, filled with all kinds of water creatures. Yet they soon found that the bountiful fish of Elder Nivathel are tyrannized by the terrible Oplawax, a serpent said to have three horns, three fangs, and three eyes.To spawn, the countless kinds of lake-dwelling creatures will migrate upstream to the calmer, shallower waters of Nascent Nivathel. Some particularly troublesome fish are hunted there while they are young and easy to kill, and some particularly opulent fish are left untouched as sacrifices to appease the serpent. Before these practices, the serpent often expressed its discontentment with the new settlement on her doorstep, sinking countless ships and etching scars upon the milky white stones of the port walls.Over the years, the humble settlement of Gonacard City has grown into a sprawling network of stone, strategically well-placed upon the slopes separating the two lakes. Most of the kingdom’s subjects live in and immediately around Gonacard City, well-fed by the fish, and rarely lacking work as the city and its influence continues to grow. The wealth of the city has brought about a thriving trade economy, and attracted the attention of bandits and rival nations. Physical conflicts are becoming more and more frequent, and in response, the military force of Gonacard has reached new heights, making the possibility of conquest a new reality.The Gonacardian people come from a religious tradition of worshiping animal spirits, and in the city there used to be the remnants of an old hawk cult. They protested the cult of the sea serpent (which had become the city’s official royal religion) and were persecuted, so they emigrated to the mountains and constructed The Pinon, an aviary in the form of a tall tower. The growing population of birds there over the last 150 years has made the king of Gonacard uneasy, and rumors of a forced expulsion of the hawk cult are becoming more frequent.(I dunno if this thread is dead, but this was a fun exercise. I really like the variety of this island's geography, and it only looks a little bit like a kiwi)
>>6387137It was probably dead when I posted my reply, but I did it for the same reason. And, anyway, I read your post at the very least, anon.
The treasure seeker looked over the desert and his feline companion stood by his side, standing on his shadow. Under the moonlight, the large desert was a sea of blue and white that stretched far and beyond in all directions. Clouds etched on the sky, giving the horizon a dreamscape feel to it. Even so, the vast wasteland was by no means empty. “I wonder how much is out there..,” the seeker removed his hood, revealing a head full of midnight blue metallic hair and long pointy ears that twitched under the cold night wind. His two large eyes and the two smaller eyes above his brows showed a curious expression. His name was Meehraj and he was a Spiderling.Large protrusions jutted out from the desert’s sandy surfaces. Taller ones sprouting from over yonder in the horizon. He had heard many things, ranging from the remains of some giant creature, to being the remains of some vessel. Or even spires of some underground structures of the Ancients. For Meehraj, it all boils down to them being ancient ruins, ready to be explored. And treasures to be found…>Gathering some rare materials for some elixir making/forgery>Tracking a beast for tranquilize and taken back to the village>Other: (write in)
Rolled 1 (1d2)“You’re taking too long..,” Meehraj whined, taking a seat on the ground, legs stretched forward. Zil had been taking quite some time scouting their options. Meehraj then took out a coin out of his pack. It appeared rusty and old. Wasn’t like any coin he had seen as it wasn’t like the ones used in the village. Could either be foreign or even something ancient. Found in a sandy hill he was exploring once.“Meooow (Fiiiiine. Let’s get this over with),” Zil responded exasperatedly, puffing his cheeks.Meehraj looked at the coin for a bit, then he flung it in the air with his thumb, watching as it spinned.Face/1 = Up the walls and platforming. Longer route but seems safer than some potential conflict.Tails/2 = Go nuts: break one of the crystallines and use it as a sleigh to go down the hill and straight to the ores. Can potentially injure the characters. (Rolled 10)
The coin landed on the ground, a faint echo sounded throughout the cave behind its wake. It showed the face.“Well, that settles it,” Meehraj said, retrieving the coin. Then he pouted as he adjusted his pack and replaced the coin inside. “I really wanted to try and sleigh down to the ores though..,”Zil sweat a little. “Meoowrrr (thank the Maker for giving us a safer option)..,” The feline loves his owner slash brother but the Spiderling can be rather unhinged.“You ready?” Meehraj pat Zil’s neck.The feline lowered himself as Meehraj got on his back. “Meeow (Ready)!” And the feline leaped.Zil landed gracefully on the other side, on a protruding rocky platform. From here, both of them saw similar rocky platforms, protruding from the cliff face. Zil began hoping to another platform. Then another, and another, zig-zagging across the canyon, descending slowly into the caverns below. The darkness gave way to glittering crystals, surrounding them in purplish pink illumination.Once on the ground, Zil barely adjusted himself from the landing when Meehraj already jumped off, zipping towards the ores. Zil then slowly followed behind, making a face at the same time.Meehraj looked over the ores with fascination. Now that he was up close, they looked a lot smaller than he expected. But what’s interesting were the shapes: they reminded him of closed-up flowers. Quite beautiful.Rummaging through his pack, he took out the required mining tool: a gun-shaped driller made of worn metal. Approaching one of the ores, he started drilling; the drill shot out a heated laser towards the base of the ore. With a soft shattering sound, the ore came off from the ground. Meehraj picked up the large chunk, studying it closely. His eyes widened with a child-like wonder, admiring how shiny it was.“Meoowr (You’re thinking of taking one home, aren’t you)...,” Zil asked, looking annoyed.“What’s wrong with that?” Meehraj responded, sticking his tongue out as he put the chunk to the side and started mining the rest.“Meoww (Adding more mess to our room)..,”
For a while, Zil walked around a bit, stretching his legs, as piles of ore began building up by Meehraj’s side. The panther’s ears stood up for a moment, listening. He looked up. The cave bats were flying away in one direction. First a few, then a small flock. Like they were in a hurry. At first he didn’t mind the scenario. Then he heard scuttles. The strange small insects with crystalline growths were rushing away somewhere. Some ran to the darkness, some others went into hiding. Meoow (Something isn’t right)..,Passing by a small puddle that had built up on the ground, he saw ripples. Growing in pace in each interval.Zil then quickly headed towards Meehraj, who was just finishing up mining the ores.“I think that covers it all for this commission. 30 ores for the client,” Meehraj said, tying up the said number of chunks.“And 1 for me,” the spiderling said with an opportunistic smirk, placing that chunk in his personal pack. “Meoowr (Meehraj, I think something’s not right),”“What is it?” Meehraj looked at Zil, who was looking frantically around. This was serious. “Meowwr (More like something’s coming our way. Something big),”Meehraj tensed. He quickly went over the chunk of ores and placed them in his pack. Then he began climbing up Zil. “Let’s get out of here before-”From the shadows, a pair of glowing, menacing olive green eyes pierced the darkness, approaching closer and closer towards their direction. A hot, stinky breath followed, like the smell of rotten flesh. The cavern seemingly echoed with its approaching footsteps.A large reptilian beast came out of the dark. Walking on all fours, akin to a tortoise. All of its four limbs have large rock-like spikes, with bits of crystalline growths, jutting upwards. A sharp crest swept over from its forehead to the back of its head with a similar rock-like feature. Its scales were also rock-like, with bits of glitter in them.. Its overall color was like charcoal. The monster was a good six to eight feet tall, its back almost reaching one of the jutted rocks they came down on earlier. It was eyeing the two with hunger; it had opened its mouth and a bone of something that was freshly eaten fell to the ground, grossing the two out. And right now, the creature was blocking their only means of getting out…> Roll a 1D100 to see how well their escape is going to be.> Monster is a DC of 40. Rolling lower than the number means mortal danger.
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>6399998Heheheh... Leave it to ME...!!
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>6399998>mortal dangeruff, none of that please!
Evaluating your options thoroughly, you decide that the best course would be to repair the mythal to the best of your ability. While a full restoration would take years and demand a small fortune in reagents, research, labor... mending a few fraying strands of the Weave here and there would get the Demon's Ingle in working order long enough to exact some advantage from it. And if, by chance, you were to make a few augmentations to the design that placed a geas on those wearing the Ingle's products, compelling them to obey you... A few contingencies here, a redundancy there... by the gods, you are a genius. Truly, it is a shame that you are surrounded by troglodytes that could never appreciate the magnitude of your splendor. You'll need to cast some preliminary divinations, of course. And a way of concealing your work just in case - a few quasi-real illusions should-"Mistress Phaere!" A familiar voice calls to you, far too giddy and pitched such that it resembles the scraping of chalk along a cavern wall. "The negotiations have been opened! Your presence is required immediately!"
>>6402050Lael strolls to the center of the theater, breathing deeply. Clapping his hands together firmly, the thunderous boom of air rupturing is heard overhead, its force sufficient to cause a ripple that is felt in the bones of all present, silencing the audience. "Any other inquiries before we conclude the annual Elders' Table?" He asks, though none answer. "Marvelous, Now if you'll excuse me, I have other projects that demand my attention, and bid you good day. Ta ta!" He says, dispersing into a cloud of smoke. After a pause, the audience begins to diffuse as the Council of Elders makes to depart."So... Speaker of the Town? The next High Captain?" Asks Amaranth, wo gives you a once-over before chuckling to himself. "While I will not return to politics on your account, I know a good clerk and an expert scribe, if you would like to meet them," he offers. "You're not going to help me?" You ask, feigning injury. "Good Heavens, no!" He exclaims. "I have had my fill of politics, both as a vizar in Calimport and as the High Sorcerer of Everlund, and only then because Korfel had left me with the office before he-" the magician catches himself."He left." He huffs.By the time that you are able to rejoin with Ilanis, Luaue, and the apprentices, the sun's light has begun to dwindle. The girl and boy have accumulated an arsenal of baubles and doodads in your absence, which they show off to Amaranth upon your return. With the Elders' Table concluded, you are once again free to do as you will.>The 'Outside-the-Walls Revel' sounds exciting. And I could use a drink after sitting through the Elders' Table.>I will enter the Zzar Wine Wrestling Tournament, and assert my dominance over the competition.>There is an ongoing event here called 'The Bridge of Duel Boasts' where one may regale stories of their exploits. I'd wager few here have had so many victories as I!>[Write-in.]
>>6402051>I will enter the Zzar Wine Wrestling Tournament, and assert my dominance over the competition.I don't nevessarily care about this, but I know that other anon was very excited and I am loathe to leave a brother hanging like that.
>>6402051>(holds hand) "When you feel like talking about it, I'll be here for you.">I will enter the Zzar Wine Wrestling Tournament, and assert my dominance over the competition.>"Also, honey, here's 2,500 gold for betting on me. See if you can get Emitia and Willow to buy in."
>>6402121I can support these additions to my vote at >>6402083
Vote closed.
Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_Deep down, far below even the furthest reaching roots of the ice capped mountains, distant from even the faintest beam of sunlight can reach, a Primarch and a collection of long dead souls hold audience, conversing across the gulf of bleakest reality enforced by the anti warp generators that had longed protected the Squat descendants of the original colonists of the world.You were talking with one of the kindest most gentle souls, one who by every right should've been born and usurped the souls inhabiting the technology that had been its cradle but instead was content to exist only within the ambient, background collective thought and soul stuff that so many souls so tightly packed together in code and wire had spawned, like a whisper in the ear or a breeze brushing against one's bare nape. They had agreed to permit you a chance to replace the ancient machinery that powered the gellar field that surrounded much of the planet and its interior, through creating an array and network of lesser replicas of the Archeotech "Dragon's Heart" That had so banished the warp that drawing too near to it could strip men of their souls. However, the process of separating the souls to grant them freedom if they wished, apart from the collective, to continue their duty or else be free from it, would inevitably condemn the gentle soul to death. No. Something far more dire than death. Non existence. Having never been. And even a creature like the unmade gestalt possessed a fear of death, and while the digitized ancestors of the Squat people debated and argued if they should trust your plan, they were unaware of the trembling, frightened soul that had been partially formed of all of their essences and thoughts.They were afraid. Your philosophy guide, the Journey, advised one to not fear death or their own demise. For it was inevitable, all things must one day perish. Even infinity was finite. Eternity was simply a concept, rather than a truth. It was simply the nature of life and being, that it must one day be terminated and cease. Breathing out, centering your mind and calming your heart, you thought how best to comfort the gentle soul. Even though you would do all in your power to prevent their erasure. "Death is natural, even for beings such as yourself" These words were met with an immediate reaction, a chilling torrent of mortal terror, the fear of death, rising panic, dying the white void that the Dragon's Heart enforced in the realm of souls. You endured the storm, facing it and weathering it as your conversation partner tried to rein in and control their panicked swell of emotions and compose themselves as the most natural fear of all was inflicted upon them like an arrow to the heart.You held up an appeasing, soothing hand and took in a deep breath, frost coating your lips as your ever burning pyre of a soul flickered and dancedCont
>>6400449>>Only what is true
>>6400449>Only what is trueIt's healthy to remember your own flaws, and dressing them up would definitely be noticed by Lorgar.
>>6400449>Only what is true
Sorry. Wait is going to be a bit longer. Not feeling well
The continent of Illyria, ruled by four kingdoms united following a devastating world war in the early 20th century. The mountainous lands of Gulvan sit to the west, the kingdom’s wealth gained from great mining operations and the construction of vast military fleets. They are the first to employ autonomous weapons into their military.Sitting in the eastern plains is Aldrir, where the fires of chivalric tradition still burn on. Despite its avoidance of many modern customs, magic flows within its people, the last mages of the world.To the further northeast is the kingdom of Mirain, the gateway to the seas beyond. Sitting in the center of the world, Mirain prides itself as a hub of environmental research and egalitarian development.Finally, the kingdom to the south is Forea, once the great empire of ancient times, now a propulsory force of industry and trade across the world, as well as a hotbed for culture and entertainment for tourists.As the winter of 2007 rolls into spring, Illyria enters a state it hasn’t seen in a millenia: wartime. Gulvan’s new administration has spent the past half a decade bringing its old grievances back into the forefront of its politics: it believes Aldrir’s gift of magic is a sinful power that will only bring ruin if the world doesn’t decide to act and seal it away. Negotiations for continued peace degrade, and now Gulvan has launched an invasion across Aldrir’s borders. For now, Forea and Mirain abstain from the fighting, hoping that peace can be achieved between the combatants.Perhaps the stagnant fate of all of Illyria now hangs in a tense balance.But you? You couldn’t care less about any of this. You’re just a young punk looking for any way you can to drive really, REALLY fast…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377333Going to leave the vote open for another hour from this post and lock it after.
>>6377333>CHARGE (Gain 20 speed, but pose a much greater risk at the next roll.)SKRRRRRRRRRTTRRRREEERRRRRRRNNNRRRVVRRRREEERRRN!!!!
>>6377574Actually, I've got a small errand to run tonight, so I’ll leave it open a bit longer since I’d hate to call the vote and then not be able to call for the rolls.
>>6377333>ACCELERATE
This quest sure died fast
May 5th, 2015. It's final weeks on Tokyo-3's Municipal First Junior High School Academy and it's been hell on all the students. Thankfully, you're too old to be going through math exams, mister school counselor! It's your 4th year since you've been hired to take care of these kids, and so far, it's been an alright job.Having majored in said field straight after your degree in psychology, you were more than happy to have some security as opposed to dealing with flaky patients and the usual folks who just walked away after a "free trial". Frankly, from Cognitive Behavior to psychoanalysis, all forms of therapy were subjects you loved to deep dive in your free time despite being done with college for a while, and that's exactly what sets the mediocre scholars apart from the true specialists! Now if only your pay wasn't barely above minimum wage despite all your efforts...It wasn't any school, no less. Tokyo 3's First Junior High's students were all, in one way or another, motherless. Either by accidents, coming from adoption, divorce, it was almost certain that no child from that school ever had both sets of parents in the house, and you knew very well what that meant. Extra steps went into advising teachers and staff, Parent-Teacher conferences, workshops, class conferences... Really, everything that involved giving support to students had to go through you first, and while it was exhausting work, none of the classes ever had a major fight thanks to 29 year old Date Kurono at their service.Since finals week meant everyone was either silent in class, studying or going straight back home, it was an unusually leisure day for you, which given how active you were used to be there, meant you were tapping your feet at your desk in the teacher's lounge while everyone else your age was either in class or silently checking papers. Not like you were super friendly with any of the staff or anything, for they weren't much more than colleagues.You barely had the social battery to socialize your way into a full shift, so you couldn't imagine having to balance that out with being an extrovert, which meant having no work to do and being stuck in your head was all the more alienating, since all you had left then was to ruminate about the past.Really, why did you choose professional babysitting as your calling? Guess it all started back in the 80s when you were born, back when Tokyo 3 was just called Tokyo, your parents were an aspiring couple, each renowned in their own way, with your mother always being needed her job thanks to her revolutionary discoveries in neuroscience, and your father being a famous athlete, rising up the ranks to get the Japanese Lightweight Boxing Belt, aiming to go for the world.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402584It's not like you don't appreciate what Mari does, it's just that her clear affection, much like many others who are kind to you, feel like they are ringing hollow. It's easy for people to say they like you now that you're accomplished, eloquent, and can pull yourself up by the bootstraps, but what about then? You would have appreciated it a lot more if past events didn't leave you numb, unable to retain happiness like a broken glass cup. And you don't fix glass, you get a new one..."YOU'RE A GREAT GUY TOO, TEACH! DON'T LET YOURSELF SAY OTHERWISE!"As if she heard your thoughts, she kept the same energy she was telling herself to you. Did you ever tell her why you act like this? Probably not. You would have remembered if that was the case, but either way, she's not stupid not to realize your mannerisms with so many years of knowing you. Always drinking, no close friends, always stuck home, eating like a pig... She can tell you don't like yourself in some way, shape or form, as we all tend to do.Still, even if she's not your student, that unsaid rule you have of not hugging people you supervised has held some control over you for quite some time...>But you're not Mari's therapist. (Hug her)>There, there... (Let her cry on you until she calms down)>Write-in.
>>6402593>There, there... (Let her cry on you until she calms down)Date is Mari's therapist
>>6402593>>There, there... (Let her cry on you until she calms down)It's... nice to have someone that likes being around us.But we well know she's holding some kind of torch for us, even if we don't really understand why. Adding more fuel to that fire wouldn't be good for her, or for us.
>>6402593>But you're not Mari's therapist. (Hug her)Therapist, heal thyself.
>>6402593>There, there... (Let her cry on you until she calms down)Some boundaries are healthy
Galtia, your homeland, is famed for its knights and paladins, heroes all. The division between peasant and noble is a strict one, but through sufficient valor at arms, even the lowliest beggar can earn a knighthood, however unlikely it may be. The military doctrine of your people largely focuses on lines of men at arms with shields and spears, given ranged support by peasant archers, and horseback knight charges into the enemy rear. You are a leader of men, defending your nation's borders during their current war against:>1: fiend-serving cultists that rampaged through the neighbouring kingdom of Sanidia, summoning demons and undead.>2: the nearby kingdom of Zulzaria waged war against orcs for many years, the orcs have chosen to seek easier prey: Galtia. >3: Regelia, a country your equal in strength, skill and honor, their tactics mirror yours, and your people have fought theirs many times before.And what is your station? You are a knight, but what tier of society did you originate in?>By default you start at level 3, 1000 experience, a 5E fighter. All ability scores at 14, with Human Determination and four proficiencies of your choosing.https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/>1: Hardmode, a lowly beggar turned soldier, nobles look on you with contempt and could rip your command away with little effort if given the excuse. (Optional: start as a rogue instead of a fighter)>2: Lowborn, you had to fight and claw your way to the top, but your combat success was so obvious that your being knighted was equally an obvious outcome. (Start with two extra levels, 7000 experience, class/es of your choice, gain an ASI at level 4 regardless of class)>3: Knight, you were born into a military family, trained hard, and were knighted on the field of battle. (Start with one extra level, 4000 experience, class of your choice, and one extra feat. Gain an ASI regardless of class)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6376636I thought we were the rogue?
>>6376639everyone is the rogue. we are the rogue. our wife is rogue. children? rogue. grandkids? rogue. companions? rogue
>>6375579>>6376451 +1.Yes I just watched A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. How did you know?
>>6375579>>6376409 +1
Oh dang people replied. Guess I'll count dem votes.
Car chases come and go, but it’s deterring your hostage’s saviors that makes the difference in life. That sounded pretty evil, but it’s about you taking the leader of the mafia to the police — so it’s a gray area. You feel like you were sidelined for a good while, waiting for Judith and her crew to get ready to meet your team. It’s almost like someone shoved you inside a bag and let you fester in there for a day. Nobody should endure that.That’s why you have been listening to Bubbles. The plucky girl is doing a report about how your pals around town are faring in these trying times. This gangster debacle is a city wide event after all. Everyone is fine so far, but there’s more to say!“Sorry, everyone! I mentioned Jackey Frosties, and our amazing maid here brought me some. You know how it goes.” Scarlet apologizes for the sudden break. “Couldn’t you eat after you were done talking...?” Vera is in this group call.“And let it melt? Hello? That’s a big no-no. This is peak ice cream condition, and you know it.” Scarlet refuses to let her dessert suffer. “Where was I?”“Uhm, the Jackey Frosties news?” Liu is always polite. Originally, Liu was going to relay the news to all of you, but her and Scarlet thought it would be faster if the redhead talked directly.“Oh… yeah… one got vandalized…” Scarlet sounds heartbroken. “C-Cheer up, Scar Scar. There are plenty of them around, right?” Crossbill tries to cheer up the spoonful spirit. It’s you five in this call, one agent in both groups and their navigators — plus Bubbles.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6381664>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Ruby should like this one...>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Suan De will like it, probably…>Get everything ready for the party. First, burgers for everyone, mainly Matilda...
Regardless of what your newest masterpiece is called, you need all the hobos’ seal of approval. Ruby and Suan De must grab a bite!“A-Amelia, we’re calling it Hoboburger because a hobo made it.” Yu Yan clarifies.“Are you saying Johnny is a hobo?” Amelia is very confused.“Magumbos Jr. here told us he hasn’t slept at his apartment all that much.” Yu Yan points at Ichie.“It’s quite tragic...” Ichie nods. “Wait, what did you call me, friend...?”“It’s hard for us to imagine that scenario, he loved to return home when we were around.” Nariko gets petty. Ichie doesn’t like it. But before they start bickering, your sister has your back! “That doesn’t make him a hobo!” Your sister argues.“Maybe a hubbo?” Yu Yan wonders. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6382485Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you on the next time! And remember, you will get your smoothie!
>>6382486Thanks for running!
In this world, you are a rare case.You were born and raised in a village whose residents all hailed from the same clan, one which possessed a power and a ferocity which made it feared by those living outside. Everyone in this village, from the elders to the clan leader right down to the children, was a natural-born killer – in that sense, you aren’t so special.“Ryō-kun,” the leader told you just yesterday with a wide grin, “all you have to do out there tomorrow is follow your instincts… don’t think, just kill!”Well, when the village settled on picking a fight with one of the five great powers of this world your instincts told you that it was a stupid idea. That little voice inside your head was screaming that invading Kirigakure was a stupid idea that was going to get you all killed, so that was the feeling you went with even if it made a lot of your clansmen pretty mad.But you stood your ground.They were so confident in their raw power and ferocity that they never questioned the wisdom of the plan… to the degree there was one. Your own parents even promised to come home and “deal with you” later, which of course was a threat born of complete delusion. And even if you doubt that they’ll ever make good on their threat, you have no doubt that once Kirigakure manages to get over the shock of the attack they’ll be calling on your village soon.Your hair and the markings on your forehead are easy enough to get rid of. Even if you cut those things away to disguise your bloodline hair and flesh grow back. But after scraping together what little money exists in your village and packing away some dried food and water, you decide not to burn the village itself. Wiser maybe to ignore that first instinct and not leave any obvious signs that anyone was left behind to survive.…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6399812“You’re not going to go talk to them?” Akiji-kun asks you, having brought you a sandwich from downstairs.You shake your head. “Not my business.”While you munch, Akiji-kun leans over the low wall along the edge of the roofline. “Hiroshi-kun is doing better.”“That’s good to hear,” you nod. “Konoha’s medic-nins seem to have done good work.”...The rest of the final day of the test passes slowly, with only the team you recognize from the yakiniku place several days ago dragging themselves to the base of the tower. And after that, no other teams emerge from the forest before time elapses.Just eight teams are left out of the fifty-one which started the exams, with nineteen having failed somewhere in the Forest of Death – only eight of which in actual combat, so far as you know. Takigakure, Kusagakure, and Amegakure have all been eliminated entirely, with Sunagakure having been whittled down to just the one team remaining. And then there are Otogakure and Yugakure – the village nobody has ever heard of and the one nobody takes seriously have made it through with the single team each started with.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6400103All the genin are assembled just after midday, at the five-day mark from when the test began to the hour. You stand in eight rows of three, with you standing ‘tall’ at the front of your row, in the middle of a large circular room built at the center of the ground floor of the tower – a space which until now had been left accessible, with the entry gates at the ground floor having initially led you up a set of stairs.There are many jōnin present, including the proctors Ibiki-san and Anko-san, together with a third Konoha-nin who looks a bit like he hasn’t slept since before you were born. You can also see Kakashi-san along with three other jōnin who all apparently belong to the rookie teams based on their energy, plus one jōnin from Sunagakure and a pallid-looking man who is evidently from Otogakure. With them, standing to the side, is the Third Hokage himself.Behind these individuals is a large statue, of hands forming a simple hand seal.Anko-san steps out from the group and addresses you.“The twenty-four of you here are the only teams that completed the second stage,” she announces. “So congratulations. Unfortunately, twenty-four is still too many for the third stage to go smoothly. I’ll let Lord Third explain it to you.”Then she gestures to the Hokage. “Sir.”The Hokage steps forward, and coughs into his fist for a moment to clear his throat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401228You look over your shoulder to see that Kabuto has raised his hand. “I would prefer to withdraw.”“Whaddya mean, ‘withdraw’?” Naruto-kun demands loudly.“Well, to be honest I overused my medical ninjutsu in the forest,” he offers, “and I’m afraid I’m not much of an individual fighter myself. So it’d probably be better to sit it out.”After discussing it quietly with the proctors, the Hokage nods in confirmation. “Very well. Yakushi Kabuto-kun, you may withdraw from this stage of the examinations. Please leave, you will be escorted out of the training grounds.”“Excuse me, Lord Hokage,” you hear Hiroshi-kun’s voice behind you. “I’ve given it some thought… and if withdrawing is possible, I believe I should as well.”>tbc
And so here I think I'm going to start a new thread. Going on 700 posts feels a bit unwieldy for people trying to get caught up, and we're at a natural point to have a thread separation anyway.Currently working on the OP for the second thread now.
>>6401257New Thread
Your name is Terian Choke and you are an Urgi. You were stationed as a petty technical officer on the planet of Newroost by the Accord government, which is completely fine by you. You have very little interest in being a military engineer working on the front line against the machine collective or dealing with renegade Redwing regiments out in some cold space colony; instead having the job to secure territory and maintain bases in the blue zone of your species new homeworld. This is also, completely fine. What is not fine is that the bird you bet on to win on is losing all of his events.”Swim damn you! Swim you sorry excuse for a bird!”In the Consortium, every type of competitive event is open to sports betting. You may be halfway across the galaxy; but your credits are just as good here or there. Zaloon racing is supposed to be the best type of sport to bet; since the racers are too stupid to take bribes or get disqualified for cheating. They just take whatever performance enhancing drug cocktail their handlers make for them; which is all public information. Perhaps you should have studied biochemistry more if you wanted even more of an edge.”GO ORANGE!”He overtakes Blue, then Orange and Red come up close behind. They close their armor plates together and squeeze the water out of the interim space; the diving section of the race is next. You know your racer is going to reach the base of the river first with his own body's divebell technique. Unless...”No! NO!”He stops to take in breath, giving critical seconds for the other racers to make it to the dive site. He overshoots his oxygen he'll need, as two other racers rapidly dive to the finish at the base of the river.
>>6402603I still think it seems a bit...lame for the wonderegg, but I wouldn't complain if it won, I guess.
>>6402634...Then don't vote for it?
>>6402636I didn't? I'm saying that I wouldn't have a problem if it won. It's currently in the lead.
>>6402359>Okuga>Swall>Coolia
>>6402359Military>Okuga SkyhornGood and potent in the role, but wouldn't have the support among either 'other' Vetuckers or Jaxtians to launch a coup.Biology>Samuel Tidehunter'Oh no, my finger slipped and I just happened to launch an accidental unstoppable plague that's going to decimate the Esaal and weaken them in preparation for a future war... oh no, how did this happen?'Culture> Coolia YozaliCulture begins by raising correctly
Pick race and location. I'll try to update daily at least.
>>6375717>>6375824"You want proof," you say. "I'll get you proof. But I need more than just directions."Tanner's good eye narrows."I need your best warriors to help with the ambush. And your spies. The ones who know when the watch changes, which guards are lazy, which paths are blind. I hit that shipment, I hit it right, or I don't hit it at all."He's quiet. You can see him weighing it, trust versus caution, hope versus survival."You're asking a lot," he says finally."I'm offering a lot."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 91, 94, 28 = 213 (3d100)>>6375935Inside:Pieces of armor. Not Phoenixian make, foreign, ornate, covered in script you don't recognize. Gold inlay. Intricate patterns. Too fine for common soldiers. Maybe ceremonial.A massive red gem. Big as your fist. Pulses with faint light from within. Warm to the touch. Not a ruby, something else. Something that feels old.A dozen clay tablets. Covered in dense, tiny script. Language you've never seen.A stack of books. Leather-bound. Some newer, some ancient. More unknown script.And a stone casket.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375939Hmm... >Suggest you need more information before attacking a whole port city.Our men are strong but few. Best to use them with the utmost precision.
>>6375981Another factor here to consider is that we and our targets are both immortal. We lose nothing but momentum by waiting for information. If the situation turns out not to be to our advantage, we can just leave and hit another immortal.
>>6375939>> Agree. Burn New Dawn. Hit them hard, hit them fast.What if we smuggled our undead into the city? They could even walk underwater. They would start biting the citizens, and unleashed a ghoulpocalypse in city.
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.
>>6402764>How did your dumb ass survive? Pick one, two, or both.1. Emergency genetic therapy and cellular surgery courtesy of HPS's imperial medical staff. Don't ask about the genetic donor.2. Starwind and Sally just happened to have a mechanical heart that was not cobbled together from local equipment and a weird alien artifact.3. The power of friendship and positive thinking.
>>6402765>3. The power of friendship and positive thinking.Our ego got us into this mess, it can get us out! But seriously, if we can just "get better" I think that would be a better option than whatever complications come from the other two.
>>6402765what if we took enough amp to shock our heart into regular rhythm we drugged our way in and we drugged our way out
>>6402764>heart stopped multiple times from overdose>saved by a woman he hates>saved by getting heart jump started from his constructor ship creation>saved by jumper cables from an entire ship power supply>he still pops amp capsulesNonCog, I'm dying of laughter here. This fuckin' guy.>>6402774this just sounds crazy enough to work, of if rejected>2. Starwind and Sally just happened to have a mechanical heart that was not cobbled together from local equipment and a weird alien artifact.This artifact totally won't bite us in the ass later when Benny asks for it back.
>>6402765>The power of friendship and amp
"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.
Locking and counting!
>>6402730>>6402731>>6402531(>>6402789)
>Try to get the data, but if you get caught, have Exermon try and fight. Maybe he'll be able to do something that can disable it, or otherwise neutralize this Digimon and allow you to proceed.>Have Phascomon de-digivolve right now and just chug crates from behind cover while saving some for the others"Not directly. But we're going for those crates.""We gotta. If I can gather up enough to turn back into Astamon, we'll blow right through them.""We can't fit Porcupamon out here. De-Digivolve." You say to him. Moments later, your Digivice buzzes lightly. "What's the plan?""Instead of going over there and trying to snatch a box, it makes way more sense to send Phascomon in." You reply to Exermon."One Rookie is way sneakier than three fake Troopmon. Sounds good, go ahead."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The Kenkimon raises the crate higher. Then it puts the item down and goes for a second one. It swaps between the two, weighing them one at a time, till it concludes that something is wrong. The weight is off. It immediately begins rolling away from the platform. "Where's it going?""Off to report it, probably." You hiss, panic beginning to set in. As it rolls past, a long plug trails from its back, rattling against the ground. You don't know where it's going, but you feel like you need to stop it before it reaches its destination. If it warns a foreman, or alerts whatever force is managing this depot, the alarm will be raised while you're still sneaking around. You start to wonder whether you should just get Exermon to smash the rest of the crates and grab what he can, since it'll be too late in a few moments.Instead of doing that, he springs into action on his own. He stumbles forward in the Troopmon suit, shedding it as he clears the distance. The Kenkimon turns its head a full 180 degrees to look at him, as his palms seize the exposed wire on the end of its body. "Defibrilla-shock!" Exermon keeps one palm in contact with the metal prongs, and places the other on the metal floor. The Kenkimon seizes up all of a sudden, its limbs spasming wildly, before its head sags and its numerous construction tools screech to a halt. You and Liza feel a hum beneath your feet, which passes in an instant. "... Exermon?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
After getting Exermon back into his disguise suit, you all climb back up to the control room. There aren't actually any Troopmon inside, but you do see a bot. The singular servitor can't stand up to Exermon, and once it's been destroyed, you and Liza slide in. You don't see any proper interfaces or screens, the controls for the various trains seem to be wired directly into the console. You pull out one of Squid's hacking tools: An informational visualizer. When you plug it in, it starts trying to scan and generate an infographic for you."Exermon, can you try and hack it?"He plugs his antennae into the console. Immediately, your hacking tool finds its progress accelerating. He smashes through the firewalls while you work out the potential destinations and the trains that will go there."I've figured it out. The train that takes us at the steepest upwards angle is-" He pauses and looks at Liza."What?""... It's right above us. All the way at the top of the terminal." "I TOLD YOU!" Seadramon yells indignantly.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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..
