Welcome to CBF, a game set in the cyberpunk future of Charleston, SC, using the horror/urban fantasy world of Changeling: The Lost (and most of the rest of World of Darkness) as it's larger backdrop. You will be a Changeling, someone that was taken by the True Fae to an alien realm, Arcadia, across the hedge between reality and dreams. They left a Fetch behind in your place, a simulacrum that took your place among your friends and family, making your disappearance unnoticeable. While in captivity, you were traumatized, and forcibly transformed into a creature, or perhaps a decoration, or tool. You've since escaped, back to the real world, back to Charleston, SC, now, in the year 2198. You command certain supernatural abilities by making contracts and pacts with the forces of nature and reality, and can also make magically binding bargains with other Changelings and mortals. To non-fae creatures, you are by all appearances a human, maybe quite similar to your original self, but possibly older, younger, scarred, or with certain traits having since been altered - time passes in strange ways within Arcadia, and the marks left by the True Fae vary in their subtlety. Other Changelings, fae creatures, and certain other supernatural beings, however, can see past the Mask of concealing faerie magic, and view your true self - be that a musclebound troll, or an automaton cobbled together from wax and copper in your own former image. Megacorporations and stranger monsters than yourself pull the strings of society in these neon nights, and you will struggle with maintaining your humanity, and sanity, while navigating the maddening world of the fae, and the soul-crushing dystopia that's been produced by generations of greedy, sociopathic humans. You escaped from the creature that abducted you some ten years ago, and have survived in that time by honing your skills and picking your battles.
>>6341769>The fisherman. He only survives down here by being vigilant. Most of the under-dwellers believe in or have seen unbelievable things. He could be the perfect eyewitness.
You opt for the fisherman. You've had enough bar for one evening. The pier creaks and groans beneath your wingtips, bobbing somewhat as you pass the halfway mark. Even with your quiet grace and careful steps, you can't avoid betraying your approach on this rotting structure. The fisherman, however, doesn't turn to regard you. He is wearing tattered jeans patched with nylon, leather, and even some fleece in a couple of places, you think with fishing line as the thread. His baggy T-shirt has a logo on it for some obscure fruit drink, and the bandana wrapped around his thinning, greasy, shoulder-length hair is bleached blue with yellow ducks all over it. Finally, you come to a stop near the end of the pier where he is standing, and pause. For many seconds you consider greeting him, and how - charming isn't a challenge, but you sometimes find yourself deliberating on how best to go about it with a particularly rough individual. It probably doesn't get any more salt of the Earth than an Old Charlie fish-hunter. But even a more 'average' citizen down here is... Pretty salty. They can require some finesse. Sometimes, it's like Rags and Tasha, where the dazzle of your affluence and confident swagger can disarm them, especially if you have a little time to work it. Sometimes they need to be put in their place. Often they just have basic needs they are trying to meet, and will be surprisingly pliable in order to do so. Unlike up above, the people here live hardscrabble and unpredictable lives that often makes it a touch trickier to determine how to get the best results from a given encounter. Luckily, you excel at thinking quickly on your feet. He raises the spear up a couple of inches, once, and you think he is about to skewer a fish, but his shoulders ease and his hand lowers back down just a touch. "Hey th-" You start to say hello, but find yourself cut off by a gruff interjection. "Quiet. Fish here is blind. Scare easy, don't like noise. I'm not here for talk. Here for dinner. Run along." The man says, not even looking over his shoulder to glance at you. >Cont'd
>>6343056You stand there for a few more seconds, silent, but decide to try again. "Wouldn't mind buying you a meal." You say first. The fish here are blind, and slimy, with brittle scales. The polluted water has sped along certain adaptations to the artificial subterranean conditions, but mostly just made the animals sick, sometimes inedibly so. "I don-" As you're about to continue you're interrupted again, much more abruptly, when he twists around to try and strike you in the head with the blunt end of his fishing spear. WHSH-TCH But you grab it with your hand while it's still a foot away from your temple, and you hold it there firmly with a strength that isn't readily telegraphed by your figure and disposition. Facing you now, the fisherman scowls through a handful of jagged scars and hardened lines that both come from growing older in Old Charlie. He is Asian, maybe Japanese or Vietnamese based on his darker complexion, and if you account for the weathering of life down here, he is probably in his early fifties. He's missing a few teeth, it looks like, and hisses through those that remain. "Don't got nothin' for you, slick. Don't need no handout. Don't do no business. Don't do no talking. Run along." How terribly rude... How do you want to handle this? >You're going to teach him a lesson for daring to strike out at you like that. Maybe once you've beaten some manners into him he'll be more forthcoming. >Rely on your tried and true wyrd-wrought charisma. The guy has rough edges, but you can convince him to lighten up and tell you what you need to know. >Use the first Clause of the Contract of Darkness to render him more susceptible to fear and intimidation. Then you can dress him down and get him talking. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343057>Oh, he 'don't do no talking'? We'll see about that... Use his declaration to bind him in a Pledge that tasks him with not doing any talking, and a punishing curse when he inevitably violates it the next time he speaks a single word. It won't answer your questions, but it will be very satisfying, and perhaps then you can get him to answer you by other means.
>>6343057>>Rely on your tried and true wyrd-wrought charisma. The guy has rough edges, but you can convince him to lighten up and tell you what you need to know.
The president put on the ceremonial gowns, now knowing the terrible conventions of society.A forbidden fruit, offered to her by subordinates and friends, that which they all deemed an essential part of youth; the what to say, the what not to say; the great secrets of seduction; the three gazes of the man-eating leopard; “The height of skirt that melts the inexperienced virgin”. And she endured it all, like a woman. She endured to have them play with her, as if a rag or some mauled doll; only by the time they began to imply that the size of a bag was perspectively proportional to the osseous width of her body, she had already ran out of patience. And with the skirt, and the blouse, the inconspicuous accessory and the invincible bow of black hair, victory was served with imminence, and tremendous prematurity. As the lead of the Paranormal Investigation Club, she was in labour of solving mysteries in the company of her most trusted. Who hasn’t heard yet about the rapist of human souls, the phantom on the staircase, or the not single instance when the devil went and took the farmer's cows for a dance? After that, and many other adventures together; seemingly united, in their hearts she earned a deep place with her pure merit. And this time it was their turn to prepare her with the ubiquitous knowledge, to face the unknown, and perhaps even… to scare her fears. Trembled the world when the day came, Surely, long had spilled been the tea; and yet, in shame, a single drop lied and dared not to be spit. She, and she alone knew; thoughtless, truly thoughtless the compromise had been conceived. Upon their first and only conversation she was met with a sudden and unknown boiling emotion. She couldn't admit; the temptation was too much to bear. From the pure desire to partake in that which impossible is, agreed they to meet the next Sunday, despite knowing her she lived in the neighboring city. And even then, prepared and committed, without respect for distance, without fear, she departed on the afternoon, towards a station lost in time, lost from reason, all so she could ever meet with him... the next morning.-The Hairy Hand is a quest ruled by contradiction of wills and whims The President has towards all gruesome realities awaiting. Survival is doubtful, and physical integrity is never assured; bad decisions are ultimate. Players can cumulatively pick a maximum of 3 choices, once 3 different courses of action are picked, no alternatives can be proposed nor votes. Actions are taken upon popular vote, effected at irregular, arbitrary and unforgiving times. Small and menial actions may be taken by individuals at times; affecting or not the outcome of an encounter. The whims of a few may just suffice to change The President's fate.
>>6331323>>6331635Yes. You grab it by the hoofs, and then by the fatty bump on its neck, and if you want edto hurry it? you tug its ear.Oh how lovely was grandma. Or should you say: 'how lively?'.. aye-ha!Surely, after a while, maybe 13 or 14 years, when your parents departed to Mesopotamia– in await of better decades –you were left at full means and disposal of your own fate. Lost in place and ambition, you decided to satisfy… one curiosity of yours, you craved to know what others had. Anticipating disaster, you went to the world’s cornucopia, and chose without picking.By pure instinct you dodged all bureaucracies, as you met the meek and undreamable, bought a uniform, registered into high school and joined the appropriate class as a transfer student. All that was known from you is you came from a wealthy , well mannered and mysterious family. The wordings were almost forced upon, but the earrings and nails? all came on their own.Sure, you struggled to adjust at first, both in tongue as in spirit. It was only your overwhelming, and perhaps foreign beauty that made allies out of jealous enemies. Soon enough, you usurped their hearts and gained a long-forgotten type of acceptance. Juniors and Seniors fell equally, trapped into your eyes, your swiftness for studies, the athletic dexterity of your least earnest and most mundane moves, the candid cold of your words. And with the opportunity to leave the past aside, over time you made to put your mightiest efforts into embracing and preserving this… “Normal” life.Your classmates admire you, of course. How couldn’t they?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]
>>6335163Decide not to go.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]There's no reason to not choose this
You are Gamma the Lich. Your phylactery was found by an elf mage and shattered, but you had a last resort kind of deal you prepared with one of your servants, a wicked druid called Sima, where upon your phylactery being broken your soul would escaped and instantly be reincarnated on someone random somewhere.A few years of unconsciousness passed in a flash, and lo and behold, you're a teenage girl in some backwards village. Seems like you're being gangraped by orcs.Oh well, so that was the traumatic event that would awaken you the druid spoke about.You consume the fraying soul of your host and regain a sliver of your magical powers.You'll make sure to use them wisely.There is still the small issue that a bunch of orcs are raping you though...You got enough magic to cast 10 levels of spells. You do know some wicked epic level spells you could cast, but honestly, seems like an overkill.You basically know every single necromantic spell ever, even some no one else knows.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325702That was close for the other nasty ones. > Gather food - so they don't starveEvery choice has a negative and a positive. But I think feeding them something other than the gruel before will boost morale a lot and allow them to have clearer thoughts. Even better if we can get some bait for rodents. It will make the Gathering them easier.
>>6325736The girls gather a bunch of blueberries, fruits, mushrooms, even some fat grubs and rabbits, then every night before sleeping we build a small fire to roast whatever is roastable, and partake of a hearty meal.You hear some weird things in the night, but you laught it off. You are the thing even other monsters fear when the sun goes down.On the third day, you see a village in the distance, a small settlement, maybe a thousand people. They have some farms, you can see the smoke of a forge, so they probably mine in the nearby caves, but little else. They have some spearmen patrolling the perimeter.You have about 150 SOUL POWER left.> Approach the village, say you've escaped a bunch of orcs> Destroy the spearmen and claim the village as your domain> Hide in the caves and kidnap a couple miners to learn more about the village> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325738New place and unknown culture to us, with to few to really make a good attempt to claim much of anything.> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationThe forest allows for freedom, but risk to the orcs and unknowns. I say move to the caves and with luck the orcs hit the town and we just have to deal with a random animal in the cave.
>>6325752Pondering that you have no way to know how this strange culture will react to you, you decide to hide in the caves. But you send a couple girls, instructing them to say they escaped form the orcs, to gather intelligence.Within, you find a Bear. Your baby is hungry and wants to eat it.> Kill and eat the bear> Shoo the bear away> Kill the bear and raise him as undead> Write inAfter a couple days, one of them shows up at the caves."The villagers have had problems with the orcs before and welcomed us well. The people here are very trusting. They are part of a kingdom called Merryland. They expected us to find roles within the village very quickly. We've been helping with cooking and today I volunteered to bring food to the miners, then I slipped by here to tell you about it."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325757> Kill and eat the bearThe baby is likely our main way to fight and save energy.> Kidnap and sacrifice a few peopleInformation is a power in it's own right, but time will allow for only so much gathering. It's a risk for sure, but with luck maybe the orcs can be blamed. The other thought I have is for us to plague the food and water of the town. Starting with small things that could be seen as that has been around for some time. With luck we weaken the fighters to allow us time to gather needs before we move.
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>>6325476You feed the weird thing to a yung one. He starts screaming and acting erratically, You beat him up a little and ask him what is he seeing.He says he sees spiders everywhere on the walls, a hole in the ceiling and a huge troll on fire in the sky, gazing straight at him."Talk to him.""What should I say?""What do you think?""Flaming troll in the sky! How come you don't die in the fire?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 41, 64, 87, 21, 6, 9, 35, 44, 10, 24, 96 = 443 (12d100)>>6325483>> The tribe always needs food. Steal more food from the humans.I assume this is like an attack so rolling
>>6325511eh, if you go through with it you don't land a single blow with this roll. I will wait at least for more rolls.
Well, I waited enough, no one rolled. Should I go with your roll anyway, or do you want to roll again?
Rolled 95, 26, 33, 32, 15, 19, 80, 73, 77, 6, 100, 19 = 575 (12d100)>>6325703Let's add more dice to the pot.
"JESUS FUCK." A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin."Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me." The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete."Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified." She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign.MILLER V HAWKEFATHER V SONTONIGHT(1/5)
>>6343030You exit Ms. Wiz. You suppose this ends your investigation of Ms. Wiz.YOU HAVE COMPLETED 'MS. WIZ - Check out your sister's shop.' Based on your actions, YOU HAVE EARNED 5 POINTS.Your BRAWN increases to 5! Your CHARISMA increases to 7! Your VIGILANCE increases to 10!VITALS......HP: 11/9 (Excellent)ENERGY: 0/50 (Unexceptional)LUCK: 6 (Moderate)PROSPERITY: -2 (Bad)STATS......ACROBATICS: 3BRAWN: 5Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343031>CALL FRED.Well, that could have gone better
>>6343031That bitch.>CALL FRED.
>>6343031Sisters amirite>CALL ELLIE.
>>6343031>CALL FRED.Man, our family sucks ass. :(
It has been millennia since humanity became a star faring race. Enough time for stellar regimes to have risen and fallen, for technologies to be forgotten and relearned and for a diaspora of life; both human and alien to spread across the galaxy.The Raihan Empire is but one splinter of the human diaspora. At its height the Empire spanned eight star systems but eventually corruption and decay set in. The Empire collapsed, its great works crumbled, its worlds became isolated. For a thousand years it was so…Until a new warlord arose on Raiha, one that managed to quell the disparate factions fighting over the Throne world. When all his enemies were vanquished he marched upon the palace district where the remnants of the Imperial family cowered. However, instead of seizing the throne for himself Arcturus Garan pledged himself and his army to the service of the remaining Empress and took the title of Lord Commander.Together the Empress and Lord Commander began the process of rebuilding the Empire, first securing the home system, then bringing each of the wayward colonies back into the fold.Five out of the original eight colonies have been absorbed back into the resurgent Empire. Only the systems of Noto, Higg and Kornen actively resist annexation. Together they have formed the NKH Defence Pact, or simply the Pact.Now the Pact must guard its independence against the growing might of the New Raihan Empire. The odds are not in their favour, they are outnumbered and outgunned, but the Imperial Forces have not yet regained their full power and the war is not over yet…((This quest is an indirect sequel to Space shipyard quest, knowledge of previous threads is not required but it will do much to add context. Previous threads can be found here: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=space+shipyard))
>>6342894>Research: 15,15You were fucking stuck with it now. The Grach was becoming a media darling, and the enemy was being leaked a constant stream of it's developmental data. They knew it was shit, but knew you were investing heavily, and had seen it's performance when it worked. Your engineers hit many dead ends in attempting to resolve the multitude of issues with the weapon system, fixing one to create another. Your team could have developed a viable heavy fighter by now, or probably halfway discovered how the frames actually worked. No, every damn day it was the fucking "Grach Gun", admiralty pinging you to make it work "but not too good."That day came, the day where it worked mostly right. No longer did you have human crews with exo assist gear manually loading rounds inside the breach, or only firing 3 of 7 barrels and claiming it was "low fire mode for prolonged engagements". Software was revised then deleted in favor of analog mechatronics. Changes to key materials were necessitated, apparently meting down the leftover kestrel hulls to create a weapon system is not "best practice in materials science". Your team ended up using particle screens off of the strike craft of all things; modulated correctly they acted as a much needed lubricant and hardened surface for critical wear parts. there were still ammo jams and failures, but what you had now was a solidly "OK" weapon system. One that the enemy did not yet possess a key technology for, and would likely invest excess effort in discovering or engineering around.It was a bitter irony that the "white elephant" was a creature you also could not get rid of. There was not enough time to develop a proper spinal weapon system for the capital ship. In the end an off handed joke during a staff meeting about finishing the "rain gun" became real. It would never fit inside a Grach, but the capital? there was just about enough room for a capacitor array to feed the gun, allowing it to fire in railgun mode 7 times, all at the cost of reducing the barrel life to a battle due to throat erosion. The capacitors also needed to be charged at the shipyard due to onboard power not being sufficient to recharge all 7 arrays in a feasible amount of time. Maybe during a protracted battle, at best, a ship might get off an extra shot. Still. There it was. You rubbed your temples as you went well into your 17th hour of the day, watching the shipyard work. It wasn't as powerful as a dedicated spinal weapon...but it had speed and reach At least it didn't need a different ammo for that, and it could still operate in a traditional method if needed. Granted it also only carried half the ammo of a Grach.This thing...it was a heap of armor and some very average to poor weapon systems, but it was a whole damn lot of that at any range and could probably force a knife fight through attrition.You finished writing down the last of your report and assigned a name to the gun system. "Cope."
Rolled 2, 3, 1, 18 = 24 (4d20)>>6342936Please feel free to vote on what you want.1. Chimera2. Midget3. Armageddon4. Cognis must name the ship.---Local events:>Shakedowns and stealth 1d20 (+3) vs my dice (+1)Hiding a capital ship was difficult, hiding a squadron in progress was daunting. Now you were about to send this very unsubtle thing out into the wild for a shakedown run, hopefully a quiet, uneventful, normal, shakedown.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342939 the last revision these ships. >Raihan local area R(everse engineering)&D(ickery): (1+1), (18+1)The Pact weapon was simply put, a bitch. It was a bastard and a bitch. It was miserable, it was bloody. To create exactly as is would be to embrace a level of savagery unbecoming. The design methodology was as cunning as it was stupid, and yet, it was viable. Perhaps more than viable. If cost effective, useful, but it needed refining. Thus far R&D had only been able to create short lived approximations of the beast. Small tranches for field testing are available. Their "Grach" or Thunderbird Heavy is an abomination born out of either insanity or desperation, possibly a lack of engineering capacity to create something new, if this weapon is of any indication, but it also has yielded a few useful insights.---The enemy will develop a new class of cruiser in two turns.
Rolled 3, 14, 16, 8 = 41 (4d20)>>63429393. Armageddon---2. Petition the admiralty for a favor, in exchange for your Grach assets. Funny how bastardized versions of the Thunderbird are getting more limelight than the original ever will.
>>634295710/10. would art again. Have this as thanks.Hopefully Glasner takes this as a challenge and throws down the gauntlet, surely it will not derail more important projects which are crucial to the war effort.Its a WIP and surely not how terrible the end result will be. surely.
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/2025/6274911/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou suddenly jolt wide awake in an unfamiliar room, with no recollection of the past few hours. It even took you a few seconds to remember you are Rosa Montagni, and another few seconds to realize the other person in the room is your crewmate, Valencio. Slowly, hazy recollections piece together a loose narrative of previous events: you've reached Viridis, the first leg of your journey to the East's Reality Anchor, when you receive news that your go-to destination slash transport, the walking city Freeport, had problems with its engine. Then you were sidetracked into a casino, where you played cards and unwittingly aided a truant Hexbourne student against a haughty twin Hexbourne students sent to retrieve him. Then you got entangled in a complex emotional... something with the casino owner, Don Bosco. Something about your mentor, Sierra (no relation to Sierra, the deity of the South anchor) and copious amounts of drinking? That must be why your memory's so hazy.
>>6339605In the books you've read, the hero saves the damsel by cutting down her ropes! Usually with a sword! Or a knife! ...of which you have neither of. But you do have something sharp on you!"You suuure you got this, kid?""Yef, am fhure!"The dog lady looks at you in mild disbelief as you use your goblin teeth to gnaw off her binds. Takes a bit longer than knives or swords, but hey, it works!"BOI! Whadderya tryna do wit' mah BAIT?!"Uh-oh, seems like you've taken a bit too long biting off the rope, and the lizard guy has his rifle pointed at you and the dog lady.Just as you think he's about to turn you into target practice, something whizzes by where the lizardman's head were - if he hadn't ducked in the nick of time. A bullet! The lizardman quickly pivots towards its source, which is a distant neighboring tower.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6341925I still think we should use the floating hand to throw him off the roof.
>>6341925>>6341949+1
>>6341949fuck it +1
>>6341925>□ Make a magic hand to cover both of you!Lest we get caught in friendly (?) fire from "Grins"
The Sixth Thread of Fatale Albion!The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20AlbionUnfortunately thread #5 wasn’t archived so I have to use archived.moe: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6264085Other Threads by Lumina Canima:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royaleINTRO (Please do not skip this)◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. Three players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6338094>go buy new clothes as fast as possibleIt feels… good, right? I got my wish! And people are noticing!Except it doesn’t feel good. Not at all. It feels kinda embarrassing, actually.Pretty shit even.Himari thanks Kayleigh quietly, before leaving to get the required garments for hopefully non-terrible prices.As she leaves, she promises to herself: she’ll make it feel good. She’ll believe in herself. She’s fixed her one flaw, now she’ll be perfect!Worst case scenario, she can always just ask the white thing for help again, right?With a renewed (if fragile) resolve, Himari marches off the school grounds.
>>6338646(By the by, do I get stats like the cool kids?)
>>6338647(Living your life. For how may anyone determine who you are until your actions speak?)
>>6338116Emilly laughs at Marisa's antics. "Well well, a proper Fate binding Spirit talking Sorcerer Marisa Windsor! What does that make me? A familiar? An apprentice? A bound spirit of Endless Hunger?"Emilly bares her teeth wiggles her finger in Marisa's direction before giggling."Honestly, Marisa you're making little old me feel downright inadequate! Though I guess these new powers do help. Would have no problem hauling a body with my muscles!"She makes an exaggerated flex."And with the magic? I-I could probably- I could... probably..." Her voice trails off.When she focuses, she feels it, the potential. Her body is more malleable, enough to shift, transform, more mouths, more taste buds, more *everything*. Before, she was limited to single experience at a time, now? NOW!? A near ENDLESS amount of permutation of experiences, it's no longer about a single endless circle of continuous taste. It's circles within circles, endlessly spinning and overlapping with each-other. Her mind can scarcely comprehend the possibilities.Emilly's eyes mist, heart aches, a single tear falling, lips trembling as her grin widens beyond human limits.She wants to go wild. Berserk, start the eternal ravage of the of the endless feast.If she lets herself go, she will be out for a while, she can feel it. She knows it.But... that wouldn't be right, now would it? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6338108"That's well nice, Ms. Walsh, really. I reckon we could eat some now and pack away the dessert and anything we can't manage for later. Say...how soon is lunchtime, anyhow?"Stephanie speaks to Megan over their mind link. "If we're in right hurry, I could sod the lunchtime 'n see Kanata now. You stay out t' bogs while the Big Sister™ is gone, yeah? We'll talk after all this shite is over with."Waiting for the witch to cause more havoc didn't have the makings of a good plan. If Stephanie had to move up the timetable on her meeting with Kanata, she'd bloody well do so. If they indeed couldn't wait, then she'd have to march on over to the SEN office right now and all she'd have to do then was get Kanata outside for a spell. The rest, under the assumption that Kanata was also a magical girl, would be a piece of cake. As for how to get her out? Just saying that something urgent needed her attention wouldn't cut it. Now, telling her that Walsh here sent for her and needed her help, though, going by the assumption that the two were close and working together, might just be what would do the trick.
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it out! Originally a mild-mannered grilljockey, a botched demonic summoning brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness!You get used to it!The memory loss and everyone trying to kill you? That’s the tricky part. See, your unexpected trip landed you in one Hell of a mess: not only did you lose a huge chunk of your memories, but you also forfeit your soul to RED--you don’t know the specifics, but essentially your summoning granted you some DEMONIC POWERS, so it’s not all bad! What IS bad is what you’re up to now: your hellish helper can restore your memories, but he won’t do it for free! The price: delivering the heads of THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL: tyrants and titans that rule the darklands with iron fists, claws, and… you dunno, tentacles, maybe? There’s a reason they’ve ruled for so long, however, and despite your platoon of pals and plentiful powers you can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the whole thing!Exhibit A: ARCHMAGE TRIER. Arriving in UMBERAL: Zoral’s very own city of tomorrow, you were swiftly introduced to the TEKSOULS: menacing magitek that follow every whim Trier can think up… and you met the guy–he thinks a LOT!Not to be outdone, you also ran into THE SPICE CARTEL--not only is Umberal their home turf, they’re also running some kind of deal with the Archmage… as for what it is, well, you shudder to think!Your search for leverage over the Archmage took you to TRIMBAULT ACADEMY: Zoral’s most prestigious magical academy, and whole you managed to snag some goodies and teach a surprisingly-decent class (don’t ask), you didn’t manage to find notes other mages took on their Archmage adversary! Even worse, all signs point to The Cartel snatching them up for their own perfidious plots!Luckily you had an in: TZAH-TZIE, skilled songstress and your current beau, has an axe to grind with her musical rival LUTZA. Having saved the starlet from a kidnapping on the Umberal Skyrail, you earned your way into holding a concert in Umberal, and some of the biggest names in The Cartel just happen to be huge fans!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342974A dainty giggle pinballs around the room, “But I know better than to listen in when The Boss is with a lady…”The heat in your hands grows to a full-on crackling conflagration! WHERE. IS. SHE!?Another chuckle hits your burning ears. “That’s the game, isn’t it? But it wouldn’t be very fun if SHE was the only player, would it?”A buzz of magic assails your teeth as your mind is drawn to two sides of the room–each one trembling with fresh magic!“As I said, I haven’t alerted the guards… yet. Play along, however, and I might just keep my lips shut. But if you hurt my feelings, well… I’ve been known to scream in certain situations~”You’re used to the sensation enough by now to feel it: three magical distortions–one to your LEFT, one to your RIGHT, and one BACK THE WAY YOU CAME. Against your better judgement, you ask the voice to continue. What ‘game’?“Oh, I LOVE a man with a playful side!” Sixface croons as Rezzie scowls. “The rules are simple, my pet, and the stakes are OH SO HIGH: the exit to your LEFT might lead you to your favorite fuzzball… and whoever else is with her.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342975“Oh, but you ARE, darling… far weaker than a summoned demon SHOULD be, at any rate.” Sixface sighs as if giving a bad review to a restaurant, “Just look at how COMFORTABLE Anton is around you… what’s next for the GREAT QUEEN REZALITH, hmm? Dress shopping? Baby names?”You didn’t think Rezalith’s features could get any redder, but they do–and you know damn well what’ll happen if you let Sixface continue to goad her! The THIRD CHOICE, you sternly interject, what is it!?“Nothing too exciting, really–but if you both leave the way you came, well… that’s it!” Sixface explains with a shrug and a smirk in her tone! “You’ll be deposited far from the mansion safe and sound… and me? I’ll inform The Boss of your capitulation in this adorable little war of ours!”Capitulation?“Mhm! He floated the idea before, didn’t he? Oh, but the reward he offered is off the table now, I’m afraid… but being able to leave Umberal without our organization breathing down your neck? Can’t put a price on that, can you?”Yea, sounds swell, you scoff, and you’re just supposed to trust them? Especially after Vhale broke your last little agreement?“Don’t take this the wrong way, hon, but you’re just not that interesting.” The voice answers with a soft, almost sympathetic laugh! “And I might be making too many assumptions, but you probably don’t want the same attention The Boss plans to give to his bride… Unless?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342976“If your previous encounters with my men have shown me anything, it’s that our organization has grown a tad bloated… and while most of that bloat belongs to Rolo, I won’t shed any tears if you decide to cut some fat here or there… it’ll certainly save me some bells, especially on catering at the year-end holiday party!”“Hear that, AnTOOL? I can kill as many morons as I wa-”“Did I say that?” Croons the Cartel Capo! “Right, right.. Need to use SIMPLE words around the devil… our little game won’t work if you turn it into a massacre–and if any guards so much as hear a holler or hellfire, well… I’ll have to do my job and sound the alarm! It’s a livin’!”She hasn’t gotten to her part in this yet–what’s this about ‘sport’?“Right, right, nearly forgot… Whichever way you choose, dear Anton, I’ll give you a head start… but after that, well…” You can almost hear the girl licking her lips. “I’ll be hunting you both. And don’t assume a little Hellfire will make me blush–I’ve killed far worse.”“Far worse than a DEMON?” Scoffs your favorite satanthing, “I’ll be sure to carve that into your tombstone!”“You’re right, you’re right… can’t blame a girl for trying, right?” Sixface snickers, clearly not believing the words that earn a triumphant smirk out of your fiendish friend! “So whaddaya say, hm? I’d tell you to take your time, but I don’t think Vhale will be taking his…”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342978>Split up! (Anton Left, Rezzie Right)A horrible nightmare indeed, as opposed to that wonderful dream where her baby is terrorizing tortured souls and Anton is chained to her throne in a princess leia slave costume.
>>6342978>Split up! (Where do YOU go? Rezzie?)Anton right Rezzie leftI get wanting to go right but sending Rezzie might get Tzah-Tzie's sister to panic and I trust her to get Tzah-Tzie out safely
“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.”“You wouldn’t-”“There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything…I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.”You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place.“...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.”“You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.”The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece.
Firstly, thank you all for the well wishes. I really am grateful for not only the fact that you stayed to read, but that all of you contributed with incredible write-ins and speculation. Again, I really couldn't have done it without you.I've decided I might as well throw out some bonus scenes since you guys seem to have wanted a few. I'll release one now, and probably post the next in a couple days. Before that, though, to answer >>6326447's question:Yeah, I did have a decent chunk of stuff planned for various side characters in case they came up more often. I had whole potential arcs etched out for subordinates like Lethe or Brigita, other world powers like Yama or Hades, and even, indeed, for cannon fodder like Epimetheus or the Boar. Of course, I didn't have a TON planned for the former specifically, since I was really sure you guys were gonna kill him, but Dorota did inherit (a modified version of) his powers which also may have come up if you spent more time with her.Anyway, here's that exit interview >>6326476 asked for:
>>6327594Exit interview: JaneOn the night of the apotheosis, the eclipseless blood moon, the world around you seems bright enough to be lit by day. Of course, the light ought to be crimson, but somehow, here in this little stretch of the world, red filters into gold, which melts into the grey of the clouds and thick vapor hugging the dirt and grass.“Where… am I?”You and the hind stand alone in the misty nowhere, a crossroads deep into the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. Your presence is vague but all-encompassing, a faint crimson hue and a tinge of iron in the thick fog belie the presence of something less than— or, more accurately, more than mortal. Your control over your vessel and your presence is still ambiguous, your body still becoming accustomed to godhood. Sparks and wisps of tangerine fire burn silently and smokelessly beneath Jane’s feet, their light seeming not to bother her, or even draw her attention, as she is forged from the echoes of her former self, her existence transplanted from a moment past to a moment present. You open your mouth, but close it again— as you are now, your voice alone would almost certainly kill her.You are at the crossroads, my dear. you soundlessly reply, keeping your form obscured in the mist as the temporary anchor writhes and crackles beneath the magnitude of your soul, vermilion light exploding out of your eyes and through fractures in your skin. You temper that divine might, sending it to fuel the flames, but even then a haunting incandescence is visible in your eyes. Surely you remember your own death. Your betrayal. I have taken that supernatural misery from your body, but I can only imagine the extent of the shock and melancholy.Indeed, this Jane is not the person you had spoken to in your soul. Even if you shielded her somewhat, she had become inexorably dyed in your colors, slowly becoming incorporated into the endless sanguine sea. It wasn't truly her, not really, so you had decided instead to bring her back as she was when she died.“Wow, I don't… know what to say. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking? Or, um, is that impolite for, uh, whatever it is you are..?”
>>6327595I have a lot of names. Most all of them would be meaningless to you. Well, it doesn't really matter anymore. you breathlessly sigh, dropping the divine majesty angle and returning to your more usual manner of speaking, Ultimately, your revival is just another aspect of my selfish desire. So, I wanted to give you a choice: I could either revive you as you were, as you died, or I can wipe your slate clean. No memories, no trauma, and a brand new life with brand new people. So, Jane, what will it be?She pauses, her form melting from hart to human, her unflattering, baggy clothes returning to her as her hide shifts into flesh.“I think I’ll go this way,” she smiles, pointing off into the distance. You’ve been dead for a long time. Reintegrating in that environment is gonna be difficult.“I didn't know too many people anyway.”The things you were running away from, using me, are going to still be there when you get back.“Then… maybe you could stay with me?” She replies, seemingly entirely unsurprised at your reveal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6327596nice
a good end point
Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not.---This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join!> GlobalAcross the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later.> TurbansGlorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory.> VenciaThe great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact. A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?
> Actions for this turnCrawl, Krovia and trygon's nation are supposed to pay me this turn if they don't give me either stuff or actions I am declaring war on Krovia and invading. (in that case ancel action 2 and make it breaking trade with Krovia)Action 1: Expand the coal mineI found coal, but built only 1 mine?! I need more coalAction 2: Expand the rail to trygon's capitalIt shall be the first tribute of this loyal vassal to his liege
By the great grace of our Lord Aagen,who has granted us this tyrn of the sun, I, King Vone II of the Venks do hereby order;>Enlargements to the College of Notables, to include a new Blasting Laboratory for the study of Sparkicite>Men be sent west by roc to the Palace of Barzaentium to aid in whatever construction they may be undertaking there [third action to Barza]
>>6337354>To herit the world by virtue of being Terra's children is a fantasy of the idle. The prophecy did not mention us, we saw ourselves in it, and will make ourselves it. Tarry not, laze not, for to do so is to become not of Habitun. And outsiders who wish to prey upon the fruits of our labors are promised the most poetic of corrections.- Excerpt from tyrnly sermon from the Cognita CathedralAction 1: God Hand>To the natures of the spirits, the divine, and the differences between, it is quite difficult to determine whether they transcend realms, or if each realm contains a variant same as mortals.>Knee-jerk Sibling-enforced creed dictates that a god transcends all. It is what separates them from mortals after all.>Would their transcendence then be a symptom of their godhood, or a cause of it? To be one singular, able to move about realms with impunity, mayhap summon them at will.>Either we are creating a god, or proving that there is more to them. Either way, the Siblings are sure to find reasons to hiss and growl.- True Katan,Diary excerptAction 2: Yellow IncenseComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6337354>Action 1: Expand the Medqa PensThose elves seem to have the wrong idea about their giant helpers. Hay works just as well as trees, and need not be so tiring to take down.Best show them practically. What could go wrong?>Action 2: The Grand Hatters (just lore)Pale Peppers, Ice Golems, Dragon Hearts, and the Mines of Eris. Far too many mysteries not mentioned in any historical records, nor made by happenstance. There are engineers to those artifices, and we intend to find them. Some scholars suggest that they may be related to the Vizari to the east, but thus far all merchants met in Orcmanie reacted with puzzlement.Send expeditions through the old tunnels, find anything that may point to the origins of our luxuries, so we can trade notes with them.>Intrigue: Brasswalker security
>>6337356Action 1: DragonsFrom the alchemical labs of the new world a new kind of homunculi is created. One born from the combined knowledge of the most abundant and developed magics in Vizari. The base of the new humunculi is the toothed birds of the new world. These baseline creatures have their size and strength increased. The new Thaumicite is used to increase the mana available for the growing creatures and sulfur is used in rituals to tether the spirit of the beast to the elemental spiritual realm of fire. Jade and the eye fruits are used in the initial formation to give the dragons inherent abilities of fate and curses. Mind magic will also be added in to give them minds between that of man and beast as well as a natural connection to those who use the mind spells to be their riders. Action 2: Settle the floating island. With flying mounts and greater magics a colony is set up on the empty flying island. It holds many interesting prospects on studying magics, material harvesting, and potential biology to study. Military: Control the isle of new Vizari. A strange dread fortress has been spotted on beyond the mountains of the isle the colony has settled; with farms worked by mass slaves. While the Vizari hold no ill will towards whoever owns that dread fort it's been speculated that those who helped the initial colonists were or still are escaped slaves for their fear. A debt has been incurred to those escaped slaves, and a debt must be repaid, so two legions of Vizari march to take the fort and make the owners submit. The slaves will be freed under Vizari law.
You've died.You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what?Then nothing.You die and then you wake up. Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention.You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction.So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand.He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323073my dreams have been answered, an otome isekai quest!>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]holding the male lead's hand might make whoever is in hiding tip their hand first, we are aware there is danger so that would give us an upper hand no?>>6323041>Didn't expect this much interest for an OI in 4chan! I'll find my footing and figure out what's a proper amount of time to let everyone vote. 10 minutes feels too fast too, maybe wait until votes stop coming in.from my admittedly very short experience as a /qst/ player is that usually very new quests can have anons flock like moths to a flame, so usually at least an hour countdown before the next update is the better call.But again it depends on the quest and your schedule qm, you will figure out what time you works best for you eventually.>>6322972>Oh, and you may wanna drop a link to the thread in the /QTG/, just to get some more attention on it. Not every Anon checks the catalogue and shilling your quest is pretty standard practice hereI think qm is doing this OI qst as proof of concept first right?
QM, are you alive?
>>6323073>>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]I'm excited to play an otome isekai quest
OP ?
welp, a shame this died very early on
Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch."Argh!" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. "Huurhg!" It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock. How had it come to this?Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like "Die Heavenly Generals!" They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly.They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the "Saintes" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like "No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!" And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334069Winner>43 - You find a thrift store with affordable clothes (-$15, +1 Charm)
It feels like I updated the quest just yesterday...
>>6335854Any idea when the update will be, QM?
We are lost once again.
*sad noises*
You are Lorinda de Lindan, Princess, Inquisitor, and soon-to-be Tournament Champion! Well, not really, for you see the Inquisition is sending you into the Grand Tournament of Bloodgrave’s Fall as an agent to see if any otherworldly Strangers from the wicked and barbarous dimension of Earth sneak in to gain lands and glory right from under your father’s nose. Regretfully, the Inquisition has banned you from seeking victory as once your analysis of the competition is complete, it will be time to make a dramatic exit fitting of your desire to be the tournament’s underdog hero. Currently, there is a mere 14 days before the preliminary rounds begin for the duels where you shall compete. Now if only you knew the best way to prepare…Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition
>>6341878>”Of course.”>If it’s our favoritism towards Asher, well, people naturally tend to greatly appreciate those who sacrifice themselves for their allies. More than one Lindanian noble house has been born that way.>As for Marie… well, I like swords. She summons one. Do the math.
>>6341878>”Of course.”
>>6341878>”Of course.”Training on how to be a brooding miserable edgelord?
>>6341878>>”Of course.”
Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/pR7q5EvfFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342714Well. One last try.You dig out one last poke ball as the others throw one last volley of attacks at Thundurus, being neatly blocked by another Protect, before pitching it, fist pumping as it makes contact before Thundurus disappears.You watch as the ball rocks once, twice, three times, then stills for a heart-stopping moment...Before it explodes into fragments and Thundurus reappears, before flying off, faster than any pokemon you've ever seen under its own personal thunderstorm as the clouds above you rumble with thunder one last time and begin to clear, leaving behind a cold, humid aftermath."...Well." Martha says with a weak chuckle. "That happened.""Yeah. Looks like you almost had him, Alex." Gareth agrees."Almost." You agree, shaking your head. "Probably a good thing he got away, though." You admit. "I have no idea what I'd do with a legendary that powerful."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342735>OtherGlad we worked as a team.Let's pack up and take shelter.
>>6342735>>I'll be honest, that could have been a lot worse and that was not my smartest decision ever.Yeah, just the "possibility" drove me to try that hard. I can hide it behind "wanted to tame it and make the place more secure for everyone" but I'd be lying to myself;What was the DC QM?
>>6342735>I'll be honest, that could have been a lot worse and that was not my smartest decision ever.
>>6342767You dropped the DC down to 80, which mightn't sound like a lot, but Thundurus was up around level 70 or so and as you can probably tell, figured out a few tricks.You managed to do some respectable damage through his passive regen and DR.
