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Surreal horror Quest

God has gone mad!
Over estimating his own longevity he kept putting off the well-earned day of judgement, and for so long it was postponed that he outlived his divine capacity; decrepit, drunk, tired and loveless, God at last succumbed to dementia.

And without sense the world was ruled: Babel came back from the grave with a new tower, and he build it in the middle of the first Irish city he found, and seeing the fresh weather of the island, the desert of Mohave went independent and settled home in the new metropolis. The lunacies of God brought an erratic chaos to everything, and yet the transition of reality was so smooth that no one seemed to notice. Humans in particular didn't seem to manifest suffer from the madness just yet, it seems they forgot long ago what was God like.

You are a person living in the Irish desert of Mohave, the red metropolis. Perhaps you were slightly less imbecile, or perhaps God forgot how to be senile when reviewing your file, for one reason or another you are aware that reality has shifted, its just you cant recall how.You remember the tower of babel, God raping Gabriel, you recall everything, and yet know reality changed. No one seems to notice that things go from bad to worse, no one seems to care the world has gone mad. Being the only sane one, you become the interest of a lonely and drunken God, wanting someone to see him.

In this quest you will have to survive to the lunacies of the mad God in a city surrounded by desert. Some things may want to kill you or do other nefarious acts, the city has some considerable and growing crime rates. Most dangerous things will follow the ancestral rules established by God back when he was sane (a certain biology, law's of physics, etc.)
You can perform any technically possible action, roll 1-100 for success probability.
There is no HP, numbers cant measure how raped you are; the unreliable descriptions of your current state will be your only estimate of health. Injuries behave realisticly, but nothing is certain in the city of the mad God.

Lastly, you need to make a character to play, try to not define it too well or you will go mad (!). You also need a goal or a mission, this can range from saving your loyal corgi dog Feefee, murder god, retrieve your spouse from the hands of some handsome religious man, make a fortune by taking advantage of the crazy people, go crazy and become the kind of the city jungle desert or any custom. It can be as mad as you want and can be changed at any time, however please state so when you do.

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(Pic related, the monks. Except they must be serious and dead of anger.)

thank you, sancho
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The dog whines!
The screams, the waves of sound, the confusion, the darkness! he doesnt have enough heads to know where to look at, he thinks he is biting flesh, but what dried and tasteless flesh is the scabbard..

He backs away from you, rotten and confused; he tries to desperately chew into the scabbard thinking its a piece of you stuck in his mouth. Then he sees the blade, and the life crosses his memories; he remembered the last Asian restaurant he ate at, he remembered his brothers, he remembered his mother who ate two of them, he recalled the chow mein's taste, it reminded him of his mothers breath.. the memory of the butchers blade hitting the back of his older brother perpetuated in the mind, he imagined the feeling on his own, fleshy, sedentary back of settled man.

>You have revived a trauma within Dog man! (this may go very well or very bad)
Rolled 73 (1d100)

Huh... these guys seem pretty normal. It really must've been the moonlight through the hole in the ceiling that fucked him up, this brother Avaad feller
>This would probably be a good time to zip up my zip
>Alright lads, let's talk this out like reasonable men- I'm just a regular joe, just came by St. Gallus here to find some answers as to what in the blimey fuck's happening out there in this loony world. Yer brother Avaad feller here started freaking out, turned into some wrinkly fuck mummy when he stepped into the light, then suddenly fell over, and that's about all I know. You fellers got any explanations for what's goin on?
(no worries brother Gaucho, overcoming what ails you is a task of utmost importance)
Be sure to archive this!
Agreed, someone get this onto Suptg ASAP (I am a phoneposting young boomer, otherwise I would)

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It's the beginning of a new world, and you are the first being to appear. What now?
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Also, thank our boy for helping us out with Clyde, make sure we're proud of him. Introduce him to the rest of the family for a meetup, together with Surya if possible.
Turn snake into jewellery for our spirit wife
he's not coming back, anon
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“…like any Institution, We of the Infernal Houses require a system of barter and trade among individuals. Thus, the grand economy of Hell is built upon four principal interests: Ichor, Hellfire, Darkness and Souls.

Are you listening, maggot? Do you yearn to be paste beneath my feet?! Go! Go out into the mortal world and fetch me some Souls!”

Thus chastised you wriggle your way out to a Great Dimensional Orrery of the Prime Spheres, queue in line with other devils, and become unceremoniously spat out into the mortal realm.

At least it’s not Hell?
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>Let the fight occur and jump in on the side of the cardsharp

He is more valuable to us
i can support this
>>Let the fight occur and jump in on the side of the cardsharp
Don't tell me this is dead already
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In the vast lush forests of Kikan a giant spider demon queen has woken up! She ascended into heaven and started weaving a web of darkness concealing the world from the light of the sun. The nights are long, and the days are cold. Evil creatures get out of their lurking spaces and roam the world under this blanket of darkness. Now and then the spider demon queen itself can be seen walking around its web that spams the sky to ensnare some celestial creature that got caught in it while it tried to descend into the mortal realm to help the people.
Who are you in this crazy world?
Choose race and location.
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You send scouts out to look for resources and try to find Makrura's lair or tomb!

Roll 1d100 to find resources! DC 50

Roll 1d100 to find Makrura's whereabouts! If higher than 60 finds a tomb, if higher than 80 finds a lair.

You build a igloo sauna with the Draguhearts for the old lizards!

You see the giant demon spider in the sky! It lets something fall like a fireball towards the north, before disappearing away in the horizon.

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>write in
Study Dragus for magical properties
Build breeding pens to reduce infant mortality
>Scout north
what was he shooting at?
1st for resources
2nd for makrura
> Expore
scout the direction the fireball fell
> Write in
Build breeding pens to reduce infant mortality
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Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.
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>What is a quest?
An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure

Questionably Useful links:
>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/6s4Xazmv
>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU
>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja
>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:
Badly in need of renovation.

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>more rewarding artistically
No, not really. I find QMing hugely rewarding.

>more rewarding financially
I don't care.
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>doing a hobby for any reason other than "I want to"
I just wish to let loose the tale that wants to be told...

>more rewarding financially
nobody would ever pay me for what I write desu
peer pressure is a critical part of my creative process
Jap sisters it's over

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Warhammer 40K Quest where you play as the "The Greatest Swordsman of All Time"! Except you're not. You're a weeb and not much of a swordsman - you're cheating with your psyker powers to pull off anime bullshit sword moves you've learnt off Imperial propaganda. Unique Combat Mechanics. Claw your way up from the bottom for power, riches and fat titty bitches.

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Derp, for some reason, I understood that he wanted to know what we were doing before the fight.
Well, you get the idea.
You know, it would probably suck grox-dick to actually fuck a null. Like to the level of "You can't pay me to do it.". The constant soul-battering agony of it is an instant mood-killer. Unless they were an extremely low level kind.
Hey now, some people are into soul-battering agony! In any case, I'd bet if you did it enough it'd stop hurting. As much.
I don't think I can continue this right now, sorry
We'll be waiting for you, OP.

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Recap: You finally arrived at Paracelsus' family, after dealing with an assassin, and it turns out Paracelsus' daddy issues mixed with dragon issues is causing her to have a bit of a breakdown. You're trying to help her through it.

“Paracelsus… We can’t just leave. Your father’s a brash man, clearly quite pig-headed, but he’s still your father, and you’re still his daughter. I know you didn’t see it, but seeing you like this affected him. More than even he expected, if I had to guess.”
Paracelsus hisses in response, her fingers digging into your flesh as she does so.
“Like I should care! It’s been YEARS, and all he wants to know is how I might "help the family"!? AGAIN!? Have you SEEN this thrice-damned country!? Rosaria may be owned by a megalomaniac, but this place is worse in every single way! Oileana is a cesspit and people like my father are the reason for it! This backwards MUD PIT can burn for all I care! At this point!? I’d HAPPILY be the match!”

Adding deed to word, she shoots flames out of her nose, growling as she does it. You hug her tighter.
“You don’t mean that. I know you, Sa- Paracelsus. You didn’t become a doctor on a whim.”
She remains silent… and pushes you away, out of the hug. She’s still crying, though she looks angry, first and foremost.
“And what’s your point!? That because I'm a doctor, I should give him another chance? How does that even make sense!?”
"Not him, but the country. Giving your father another chance is just for your benefit. Look at yourself... This is clearly eating at you, and I suspect it's been eating at you for a while."

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>You should tell her yourself. Tonight, perhaps, once she was able to calm down

Beautiful and Sad update Spine
>Lord Ambrosius, it would be prudent for you to convey this to her personally. Perhaps tonight, when her emotions have settled, would be an opportune moment. Your words will hold more weight than you may realize. While I cannot guarantee it will repair all that has transpired between you, know that the initial step on any path is often the most challenging.
As for the court," assume a noble knight's stance, despite your form's limitations, "I offer you my solemn oath as a wandering Knight and my unwavering pledge as the last scion of the house of Numitor. Any who dare to bring harm upon Saraph shall face a swift and merciless fate."
>"I understand that our views differ, but in time, I hope you will comprehend why I hold mine. For what good is it to conquer the world, if you must surrender everything that makes you who you are, all that you cherish and could become? I have witnessed many well-meaning souls set out on a path to eradicate the very decay they loathed, only to succumb to the darkness they vowed to eradicate.
>They deceive themselves, believing they can remain in control, that they can become the exception who employs power for good. Alas, by the time they acquire the might they sought, their very essence has been corrupted, and they are but another malevolent force marring the land.
>This world will not be saved or transformed by monstrous entities or self-proclaimed ascendant beings who have forsaken their humanity. The true champions are the ordinary men and women who persevere against insurmountable odds, the unsung heroes who selflessly lay down their lives to repel the horrors threatening to consume what remains of our civilizations and hope.
It is these resolute individuals,
>placing one foot in front of the other despite overwhelming reasons to surrender, who stand unwavering against the encroaching darkness. As long as the radiant flame of the human spirit burns in the hearts of humankind, no malevolent force, no matter how formidable, can hope to prevail. That is the power of humanity, Lord Amrosius, what power could ever hope to measure up against it

great update, I hope we can prevent his depression arc before it begins, seems Lord Ambrosius has lost his faith in humanity, but deep down wants to see this power used to make things better but sadly that isn't how this works
shit that was all meant to be in Greentext save the last line, I messed up the formatting
I appreciate your sentiment and largely agree with it, but espousing an egalitarian spiel about the nobility of the everyman's selfless spirit isn't going to work on a guy who literally responded to "one time I lost my mind and ate a man" with 'well, commoners are pretty much just livestock anyway, lol".

I think we should just take the W and get him to tell Sarah he loves her.
fair, I just can't help but see some hints that he wasn't always the heartless bastard he portrays himself as now, if he was then he wouldn't care about his daughter as he does and wouldn't try to do what he sees as best to give her the best chance in life in his game of thrones way.

I think we are seeing the aftermath of a man with a good heart who has lived in a terrible place and has grown extremely jaded with time. Will it reach him probably not, do I think it is still worth saying, yeah might stoke the smoldering embers of his own humanity.

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Welcome anons, one and all, to the long-overdue /qst/ waifu and husbando tournament(s)... or, as I'm going to call them, The KING & QUEEN OF /QST/! In this and upcoming threads, we're going to decide which character is the best boy and greatest girl in all of our weird little art commune.

>Who died and put you in charge?
Hey, someone's gotta' do it.

>What are the rules?
This is going to be run it as a round robin. It would be 2.5 months at one match-up per thread per day (though I'd probably take a day off now and then), if I run the King and Queen tourneys concurrently in two separate threads.

It will largely be a popularity contest, but each match-up will also have an 'event', and the character who can most persuasively be argued to be advantaged in that event will receive a 1d6-vote bonus, which I'll roll when I tally the votes This will add that vital spice of randomness, excitement, and interactive storytelling that makes these threads actually allowed on the board.

I'm going to take a month or so for a preliminary 'qualification and submission' thread to see which characters participate, and then to commission the initial art. My eligibility criteria would be that a character:

>1. cannot have been a contender in the previous tourneys (though the quest CAN have been; just not that specific character); these can be seen at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/4999756/ and https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5090023/
>2. must be from a quest which has either wrapped up OR has at least 3 threads and hasn't been flaked on (yet, kek)
>3. must be an original character, not from an existing multimedia property; Karn is allowed, Son Goku is not

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Its an irritating inconvenience that prevented my voting, but even so, the quests I like still got a surprising amount of votes and are getting a fair amount out of the partifipation. So I think the tourney is a all round plus.
Awwww, that looks adorable. Then again, no matter what Anofelis is drawn doing, she'll always look cute (and mildly confused) doing it.

I kinda like to imagine this is the first time she ever tasted cheese in her life, having only eaten fruits and vegetables before this.
>The return of Hubert

Hell yeah. And nice art!

If there are any other unregistered Blackwings in this thread who want to show support, then get in here!
Getting an IP now that I've gotten to the location I'll probably be staying at for the next few weeks or so.

As the war rages on, the 14e Escadre Mixte "Liberté" in it's fight against the Prußenmark has suffered a harsh loss due to the new Koerkamp D.IV “Havik”. Not due to the numbers of pilots lost but rather due to the quality of one who was killed in action. Despite having fought since the very beginning, or perhaps because of it, their time had run out. This would be bad enough if it wasn't for their connection with another, very important ace. Lieutenant-colonel Helene Valmont has decided to visit Escadron Vert personally with a plan to visit Violet after, and so far has found the worries of one pilot in the Escadron have at least some merit.


This is a continuation of the last Air Wing Commander Quest Thread. I plan on continuing this until real life kills me literally or metaphorically, you get yourself killed, or the war ends.

Past Threads

Doc with squadrons, pilots, information and the like.

Pastebin with rules.
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>>Ask Maret about Adélaïde's claims on her lone patrols.
>>Ask Maret if Adélaïde has collected any pieces of aircraft she's downed recently at all.
After reading through the files you were given, you had two major questions on your mind. "Lucile, I notice Adélaïde has claimed a lot of aircraft shot down on her lone patrols, yet a lot of them weren't confirmed. Any reason why that is?"

This quickly gets Lucile to seem a bit surprised. "Well, she is the one who flew. Though she did at least write down what happened roughly on the flights. Most of the time she was over enemy lines instead of sticking to our side of the front so many of her claims can't be confirmed. After all, they are lone patrols. Had she a few pilots with her then they could confirm her claims just as well as the soldiers on the ground. I personally don't doubt them, but procedure is procedure as I am sure you are aware. Why do you ask? You don't think she's been lying about her victories or anything like that, do you?" The last statement seemed to be a bit of a surprise to you, though it was a thought.

"No, of course not. I'm just curious at the fact they aren't confirmed. It requires proof, yes. But she usually takes pieces of the aircraft she's shot down, right? That is proof enough as far as I am aware." you elaborate, starting to get her to likely see where you were going with this.

"Yes. She usually does as trophies from her victories, why ar- Oh. I think I see where you are going with this." Lucile says before shaking her head "No, she's not taken any trophies from her recent lone patrols, unfortunately. So that can't be used as confirmation." Lucile seemed to be a bit disappointed, perhaps wishing Adélaïde's victory count would go higher than it is, either for her sake or Adélaïde's.
Lucile's wording however did leave a bit of ambiguity which you wanted cleared up before any potential misunderstanding could be made. And as such you further inquired "All of her victories or just some of them on her lone patrols?"

This is met with a pause from Lucile, who states "I've not really thought about it but no, I don't think she has. She certainly didn't present them as proof if she did when she made the claims that were confirmed."

With confirmation she took nothing from the lone patrols, there was one last question you really needed to ask to get confirmation as to your little theory over the strange discrepancy in claims vs confirmed victories. "What about her normal patrols? Has she taken any trophies with those or has she also not taken any?"

"She's downed a few aircraft with us but now that you mention it, no. She's not actually taken any trophies recently. The last time she did was..." She gives a pause before adding "I have a bad feeling I know why." You felt that was more than enough for confirmation as to what you believed happened here, though just to be sure.

"It's Liliane isn't it?" You ask, quickly getting confirmation with a nod. "If she starts taking trophies again, let me know." you add, thinking maybe that would be a sign of her recovery.

>Ask Maret to have her escadron challenge one or more of the traditions she's mentioned (Which ones)
>Ask where another pilot is. (Chose who)
>Ask something else. (Write in)
>End the conversation and move on to Violet. You've spent enough of the day with Vert.

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>Ask something else. (Write in)
Can lone enemy patrols be lured into ambushes? Is there a pattern to their lone flights? (Admittedly, this really is a question for our S-2).
Also ask if she thinks Adelaide should be pulled from duty for the next fortnight.

Actually, I am surprised by the number of players responding to this thread -- it is more active than some of the recent war turns.
>End the conversation and move on to Violet. You've spent enough of the day with Vert.
We have 3-4 loyal players who are here forever. Never forget.

You're in a dungeon.
>Who are you?
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chain jared to the wall
Eat Jared
Take the guise of an injured adventurur to lure Jared. Radvsx
Adapt or die? Fine let's adapt cannabilisim and eat the competition
Adapt or die? Fine, let's adapt and morph into an endless food, money and magic factory and live happily ever after while being feed, rich and having magical items at our disposal.



A relative you've never met left you a creepy mansion in eastern europe.

Do you visit your new property?

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It’s just a bait quest, anon, don’t get too worked up
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I guess so... I hide looong running quests, bad quests, bait quests, quests related to dragon ball or ASOIAF or anything that says "civ" or 40k or... well I guess those fit in the bad quest category... quests that seem promising but have 100ish replies in two weeks...

This seems incredibly inefficient.

It'd be a lot easier to pin quests you like instead.
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I do it as well!
I hide quests I am not interested in so it's easier to see new fresh quests. You never know when there is a good one being posted and with your screen cluttered... hard to find
You can pin quests here? This is some ancient lore to newfags.

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[Trait: The faithful]
[There will be special dialogue available when regarding the Cult Imperialis. Your interaction with the members of the Ecclesiarchy is more favorable.]

You are Basillica “Vasily” Hagia, the lieutenant of the Baneblade squad and a proud Vostroyan Firstborn of the 625th Armored Division, 74th Company, Squad 20, squad call sign “Flowing Don.” You and your crew arrived at Terrasque, a hive thought to be taken over by heretics and traitors of the Imperium. What you found instead were gene stealers. During the fierce battle the Order of The Argent Shroud reinforced then pushed out the ambush.

In the rubbles of the hive, you ordered your cousin-comrades to get some more supplies, be it lasgun packs, water or food. There was another issue, Flowing Don only had a dozen shells left. Seven regular shells, two smoke shells, and three custer shells. Other guardsmen began to recover any bodies or weapons, you were sitting on the rubbles inside the cathedral.


Rivale Prokofiev was the youngest member of your crew,he still had his blue eyesand with messier hair. Rivale carefully stepped over the rubbles and xenos corpses.

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>Continue moving forward as one

The sisters and your baneblade continued to advance. In the midst of the abandoned buildings and street, you saw nothing of notice. Corpses there, wreckages here, the street was quiet. Flowing Don whirled quietly, her blessed machine moved steadily. You arrive at a shopping square.

“I don’t like this place…” Rivale said.

You saw a web of bridges and roads above, and the shops were conjoined into one iron wall with plenty of windows, a perfect place for defending or an ambush. Being in the open was never a good idea. What was more worrying was the lack of enemy encounters, just where were they or how far were they entrenched? You pull your binoculars down and watch for any threats.

“It’s quiet, I hate when it’s quiet. Do you see anything?” Your sergeant said.

“Negative.” You said. “I don’t know what kind of vile strategy they’re pulling but we won’t fall for it. We’ve gone far enough. Fornal, patch the sisters that we’re going.”

“On it.”

You see the sisters pause then look back and nod. The return trip was quiet with no pauses. Back at the courtyard, the guardsmen already fortified this location. You park Flowing Don nearby Battering Ram and Vostroya’s Saber then open the hatch.

“Hagia, how did it look?” Sofia said.

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>We can split the forces for alternative routes, what little we have left that is, and we need to wait longer too

The vile Xenos doubtlessly have plans for if we go with options 1 & 2, I say we take 'em by surprise.
On the other hand, I don't really like the idea of splitting up, but I suppose it's better that placidly sitting still waiting for an attack or blindly charging into an ambush.
>We can split the forces for alternative routes, what little we have left that is, and we need to wait longer too

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Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.

Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.

The Army of Alterac had marched into Strahnbrad Hills and claimed what is rightfully yours, the land and the oil hidden deep underneath the surface. They hadn’t faced any serious opposition, just a scattered band of bandits and brigands. Now would the work start as soon as the goblins gather themselves and the Dark Irons, deep from Blackrock Depths, would arrive with their machines and technology beyond your reach.

But not everything would be just about the oil, for you spent considerable time with your lover Jandice Barov as you were recovering from the Incident. Her three words of “I love you” echoed in your mind, for it was love you couldn’t answer to.

Yet your time in Tarren Mill would cut short. Jandice would leave and you would have to return back to Dawnholme as finally after months of waiting the Stonemason’s of Stormwind have arrived. Hundreds of them, with them mercenaries, a warlock in disguise, children and women. You would have your hands full with everything related to them.

You had hoped that you wouldn’t be swamped with work, especially with Taretha increasingly pregnant. A lot of paperwork would fall into your hands amongst other duties. But you had decided to put the work away, you wouldn’t repeat the previous mistakes and work yourself nearly to death.

You would enjoy your life, take whatever chances you have to relax and spend time with your friends. Maybe for once your life could be steady and without worries?

Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!

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"We don't have plans other than meeting when we are in the same place. We are both too busy to try to arrange our schedules to match each others and we are supposed to keep it a secret." You said to Malevus and continued. "Even then we might not always be able to meet."

Malevus looked at you as you sighed slightly.

"She can't marry me, her family would be very much against it. Neither can she provide me with an heir, she isn't ready for bearing a child either. We will keep going with our lives, no real plans beside this. I think she and I could make this work for quite a while, as long as we have full control of the situation." You continued speaking to Malevus while looking away into Dawnholme below. "Quite stress free and I believe this suits both of us quite well. Could things change in the future, maybe. But right now we don't have any reason to change the course."

"She doesn't want children?" Malevus asked carefully.

"No, at least not right now. It is tied to her family and duties. If we got married and she got pregnant, right now it would mean that her family would turn their backs on her and Dalaran would probably shun her as well." You mused. You really hadn’t pressed her and why should you? "Those two things are too important for her to lose."

You looked at Malevus who was paying full attention to you.

"And do I love her? I think I do, but I don't at the same time." You replied.

"What do you mean you do, but don't?" Malevus was now confused yet slightly blushing.

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Malevus had enough as she stopped pretending to be hiding from your sight and lunged at you, punching your shoulder several times in an attempt to have some payback. Though she only managed to knock you on your back and she quickly moved on top of you, straddling your waist. She grabbed the collar of your jacket as you didn't try to fight back. She didn't seem that happy.

"Well I don't only like girls, I like you!" Malevus said to you, blushing and red as her hair.

Then she leaned down and kissed you once. Her kiss tasted sweet and left you speechless as she withdrew her lips off yours and pulled back. She seemed emotional and you didn't do anything as you just waited for her to say something.

"I like you, I like you a lot." Malevus confessed. "Coming to Alterac and Dawnholme has been the best thing to happen to me because I met you."

"You are kind, you are caring, you are just and you have a great sense of humour. You are a wonderful person who has been good to me, who has treated me as who I want to be and not as who I really am. I like this Alric, my Alric." Malevus said to you, her words had power behind them, but at the same time they were fragile. "And when the incident happened, I realised I might lose you. I got scared and horrified. But you pulled through like you always do, but something had changed."

"Yet you kept being the same Alric I had learned to like. Changed, yet the same. And at that point I realised what my feelings were. And that one night, I showed them to you." Malevus said, her voice breaking more and being more intense. "And I got scared and terrified again and you didn't say anything till the feast and now you brought me here teasing me like there is no end to it. Don't play with me or with my feelings Alric!"

"Malevus…" You tried to reply.

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>If she isn't sure, then she should put those feelings aside and concentrate on everything else.
>Give her all the time she needs and avoid unnecessary teasing. She doesn't ask for much.
>Let her get her thoughts straight, but you are going to remind her about you from time to time.
>Tell her that isn't her feelings clear enough already. She just needs to do what is right in her heart.
>Roll over and switch positions, you are going to make her decision for her. She likes you, make it very clear for her.
>Other, write in.

QM: Malevus route speed vote from full-stop to slowest to fastest. Basically how to proceed with her. Extra hard teasing got you this reaction. We will potentially return to normal adventures after this vote.
>Roll over and switch positions, you are going to make her decision for her. She likes you, make it very clear for her.
>Give her all the time she needs and avoid unnecessary teasing. She doesn't ask for much.
Basically one last tease and our take on the situation but then let her be. She's her own woman so Alric will respect her decision.
>Give her all the time she needs and avoid unnecessary teasing. She doesn't ask for much.
>Let her get her thoughts straight, but you are going to remind her about you from time to time

I don't want to make the decisions for her.

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I twisted the knob of the vintage style radio receiver, scanning for channels playing anything but static. No luck. It started a few miles up the road, but now every last station was replaced with the garbled death rattle of civilization. I flicked it off and immediately regretted it. The noise let me tune out my thoughts, and now I was alone with my nerves. As I continued onward in my rental sedan, I spotted the checkpoint emerge in the distance. Several armed men dressed in tan camo stood by a hummer on the right side of the road. One of them broke from the pack and flagged me down, prompting me to bring the car to a stop in front of the motorized barrier. He walked up to the driver side and tapped on the glass. I rolled down the window and he leaned in to speak.

"Turn around and head back," he recited lazily, "All roads have been closed off. Only authorized personnel are allowed access into the New Orleans Exclusion Zone."

I tried to recall the code my contact, a reedy Haitian guy named Toussaint, gave me. After two weeks of chatting over the deep web, we finally connected at a dingy dive bar in a town just outside Baton Rouge. He informed me of every step and precaution I would have to take to get in, painting a grim picture and filling in the margins with outlandish anecdotes. When I asked how I'd get out once I got in, he simply shrugged. "Beats the fuck out of me, baz." We split ways not long after.

"No, no–wait. I'm expected," I blurted out, "I–uh, I've got a hot date with Major Houlihan."

My heart dropped to my stomach. Time seemed to stop as I swallowed down hard, but I sensed a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. They lit up, and he cracked a slight smirk.

"Uh huh," he responded, amused, "Can I see some ID first?"

I retrieved it from the glove box, my wrist brushing against the cold steel of the loaded Beretta handgun clear as day in the soldier's view. He ignored it, instead greedily snatching up the passport. Cracking it open, he whistled as he drew a stack of crisp dollar bills totaling a thousand and five hundred, making extra sure to count them twice.

"Alright, you're free to go," he said, flipping back to the front and adding playfully, "Have a nice trip..."

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>Yes. (Don't hand over anything, just mention the Quebec Driver's License)

>Hunt Nutria
>Sleep by the Campfire afterwards & mingle
Okay, I've rewritten this a lot since this is pretty embarrassing, but I know it's the right choice. I didn't want to flake without at least saying something. I've been basically forcing myself to write every post and I've come to the realization that I didn't fully comprehend the scope of the quest before going into it. Fuck, I don't know. I didn't even make it the week this time, but you know surprisingly that's not even my record.

I think at some point I'd be interested in rebooting or continuing this quest at a later date, but for now consider it abandoned.

Sorry for flaking. Again.
S'fine. QM's come and they go. Much better you actually prep for something you'll see to the end rather than abandoning it midway through. One thing that I've always found useful is planning, planning, planning. If you know both how the quest is going to end, and also how the current set of decisions will end, then things become a lot easier. Write with a strong direction and goal in mind, don't wing it.
I do plan, obsessively sometimes. Thing is I tend to fixate on just one aspect or plan too far ahead and have trouble bridging the gap. Maybe you can relate, maybe you can't. Eh I'll stop bitching.
Try outling, maybe making a CYOA style tree of choices

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You let your eyes linger over Caesar's defiant expression while you run what you know through your head.

Two assailants, college aged, college athletes potentially, vehicle description, and general build and descriptions. Gotham U is a big university but if they're on any sports team it would make finding them much easier. Next you take in Caesar's injuries, he's moving and speaking fine so it's unlikely he broke anything unless he's tough as nails and just isn't letting on. You remain silent thinking about what he said and in the end you have to agree with him. Visiting anything in the city would be a risk that's too big to take.

"Maybe we can't take you to a hospital in the city, but I can still take you to an out of city one."


"Get your stuff, I'll take you myself, it's my day off anyways."

"DL, I don't think that's really needed man. I'm fine."

"Those rings of light you see are called 'Halos' and it could mean you have some sort of injury in your head. It needs to get checked out and I'm not gonna take no for an answer."

Caesar stares at you for a few moments, his face a mix of emotion.

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>Mandragora, anything could have happened after you went unconscious. Your first priority should be getting a pin on him
>>Mandragora, anything could have happened after you went unconscious. Your first priority should be getting a pin on him.

Just for you, anon. And Huntress.
>>Mandragora, anything could have happened after you went unconscious. Your first priority should be getting a pin on him.

Here’s to hoping that Huntress takes advantage of the chaos and just sticks the fat fuck.
>>Mandragora, anything could have happened after you went unconscious. Your first priority should be getting a pin on him.
>Mandragora, anything could have happened after you went unconscious. Your first priority should be getting a pin on him.

It's gonna be funny if we end up with our own Night Nurse relationship where we have simple medical attention when we deep dive. Given there's someone watching us, we could probably go much deeper and further than we normally could.

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