Part 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6313302/You are Ted Kazador, hunter and amateur engineer from the town of Salmon, Idaho. Your town elected you to investigate rumors of an army of robots killing and capturing people.Previously:Our hero traveled to Boise in search of answers, disposing of a communist and some raiders on the way and picking up Kira, a survivor of the robot attacks. In Boise he gathered information and uncovered another communist infiltrator from the west, before teaming up with Oswald, another investigator researching the robots. Together they ventured East with a caravan to Twin Falls to learn more, where the mayor offered a bounty for information on communists in the town. On the way back west the caravan was surrounded by a force of robots, who demanded surrender and stated that they place people in a chemically-induced state of extreme bliss in their facility, as their goal is to maximize human happiness by eventually placing all humans in such captivity. Those who fight are killed, as this sacrifice of human life serves the greater good of the mission. Ted cleverly convinced the robots to let them go since they could inform the other humans of the robots' "benevolent" intentions, ensuring others will agree to be taken later on.
>>6472329>It's better to avoid rough terrain while injured, take the road
You make your way back to the road and head south. This is the same road that you took into Boise from Bear Run. You keep an eye out for raiders, and after a while you spot some wildmen hiding behind some bushes a couple hundred feet ahead. They're probably from the same group as the ones in the vault. You fire a couple of shots at them from a distance, and they run away into the forest. You walk the rest of the way undisturbed and arrive in the city in the early afternoon. After a short rest at Oswald's house, you work on the vault location data from the holodrive. Comparing with the binary encodings of the different digits, you start recognising and fixing some of the flipped bits. You make some progress but there's still work to do. Before it gets late, you could do something in town.>Go to the market>Go to the Archon and ask about catching communists>Stay here>Write in
>>6473655>Go to the Archon and ask about catching communists
Sorry, I was busyYou enter the Archon's office and ask to see him. The secretary asks you to take a seat and wait, and just as you're wondering whether he's actually busy with something or just enjoys making people wait, the secretary calls you in."Ah, Mr Kazador, good to see you again. I'm told you're willing to help further with our communist infestation?""That's right.""We still haven't cracked the cypher on Simmons' letters. Not that we've tried much mind you, we don't really have the expertise for that sort of thing.""Could you perhaps get him to tell us something?""Considering we had him shot a week ago, no. We tried all that, couldn't get one word out of him. Very loyal that one, unfortunately his loyalty was misplaced.""I might be able to crack the cypher with a computer.""Excellent, we have a RobCo terminal here which you're welcome to use. I never bother to use it. I had one of the guards try to figure the cypher out on paper, none of us know how to use a computer very well. If you think you can get the computer to solve it, we'll help you however we can.""Did he have a code wheel or something like that?""We didn't find anything like that. Here, have a copy of all the documents we found." He pulls a stack of papers from a filing cabinet. "Look through them for clues if you like, but everything is in code.""Yeah, from memory he wasn't using any aid. If he was doing the cypher only in his head, then it must be a relatively simple one." you think out loud."That makes sense. Ask my secretary to show you the computer, you can get started now."You are taken to the computer and you spend a couple of hours working on the problem. You write a code that substitutes letters in input text, then type one of the coded sheets into a file. You try all 26 combinations of the Caesar cypher, which all fail. You then count the frequency of the letters, which turns out to be uniform, indicating that the cipher isn't monoalphabetic. If he was doing it mentally, you suppose it might be a Vigenère cypher, and you set up a script that will progressively test all possible keys up to a length of 5 letters, and save the key if the deciphered text contains a specific string. You try to think of a word that the letter would definitely contain, and you settle on 'Peter'. You set the program to run overnight and go home. The next morning you return and find no valid results.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476710>Continue trying more options
I. The Sabots-Gonne"The city, man's work, God's playground." A black-lunged poet. A round, another of the strange kind, whose is a dart of brass sound narrow, the wad-cup a stiff niter paper, we load in fore. Nay, not a cannon. A narrow gun before the parapet, whose breech blows out into a horn and a plug. Meant for the the wall, yet for the willing, capable of shoulder. "Vogt?" you say. The vogt nods in turn, leveling the rod before the muzzle, packing it in. He tells me, chin at the gun, "Master. If you do this, the world will know. That you, a mere lordling, can fell goliath or dragon." It is the 1462nd year of our Lord, many an age since the fall of Italy to the Goths. To us. Yea, I am a prince, a free-lord of the Empire, just a shy east of the Friesisk. I hold no more than a manor and to whom the villages I owe protection, and they in kind tithe and corvee labor. The servile know me less, only the mayors, though the village smith and miller know me more.The vogt, sufficed with the ledgers of mayors and arriving to tell me new, was but a ride's too late. He tryed warning me of this so-called-bladders-dragon, yet stomachs prove faster than pony.In front of me, hangs a cruel basket which floats in the air, whose balloon measures like a ox's bladder hundredfold over. From the carrier, a knave levels his six-barrels-gonne, pointing its hollows before us, the slow-match casting embers well into the overcast. "Prithee!" the knave cries out. "Owe your kind regards, release the grain, and I may spare you of my wrathe!"What must I do?>roll 1d20 (averages of first 3, bell curve, intervals of three from check determine extremity, double-crits override, single-crits dont)>let loose the dread sabots-gonne, whose justice sounds louder than a cloud's thunder; DC 12Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6462748>Otherwise?Call out for men with grapple and rope for to lay hooks upon the wicker of her bladder-craft and see if it may be pull back from the firmament and atwards Earth>Oskar von Lieblingsmark, Freiherr of Berkenau
Rolled 17, 11, 17 = 45 (3d20)>>6462748>Call out to my castellan to hurry, and the crossbowmen, of whom number ten. For what? DC Unknown. Write-in.Tend to the vogt. That man is our arms, providing reach where we are not, and eyes where we cannot see.>Fredrik von Nassau, freiherr of Roksburg
>>6462766>>6462770I would like to give my support to Oskar von Lieblingsmark & freiherr of Roksburg
>>6462748>Cajole, and recruit. But, would I desire a murderer in my court? DC Unknown. Write-in>"I'll have you know my vogt commands the same weregild as a free knight, but I shall reduce the measure of your atonement and take you into my service as my occultist, if you would but save his life and reveal the secrets of your bladder-dragon and gonne."Support >>6462766's name, house, and holding.Also support commanding our castellan to tend to our vogt.
>>6462748>Call out to my castellan to hurry, and the crossbowmen, of whom number ten. For what? DC Unknown. Write-in.>Tend to the vogt. That man is our arms, providing reach where we are not, and eyes where we cannot see.>>6462750>Fredrik von Nassau, freiherr of Roksburg
Much is spoken of the First Vitelian Empire’s most famous leader, the radiant and great Augustus Superbus. Most of it is praise by traditionalists, mournful pleas for his reimaging to come forth and divest Vitelia of its woes, especially by those who would consider him a Saint who enacted the Will of God. Yet those who called themselves Futurists considered a different aspect of him besides grandiose glory attributed to his reign and his Empire. Emperor Augustus was trained in the classical way by his father, Titianus Superbus, founder of the First Empire, and Augustus authored his chronicle on philosophy and rulership a long while into his famous reign, but that chronicle was also not what Futurists considered. Instead, they examined an apocryphal writing by Augustus, one made in his youth, said to have been written just before he was selected as heir to an empire. Structured as a poetic epic might be, Augustus was far from a talented poet at the time, were said writing indicative of his skill, but the words were those of a sort that led to any claims of authorship being denied and refuted by those who venerated his name most over the centuries. The poem was part of a collection, an entire story, though it had been long lost or never completed. The individual nature of the poem even lends credence to the widespread thought that it was a forgery merely attributed to a famous name, as it was discovered over two hundred years after Augustus’s death. It described an adventure of a man called Helgo, who was a compatriot of Sversk the Conqueror, though in braving the maelstrom alongside him, he was blown south while Sversk was blown north, Helgo eventually making landfall in ancient Vitelia, where he would form his kingdom. Helgo was, of course, fictional, as no records whatsoever record him, his voyage, or even being one of Sversk’s companions, but there is also little to imply that Augustus claimed him to be real either. All of that beside the point, interpreted from the remnants of the singular piece of the epic, the poem called Turris Somniorum described Helgo and his followers, numbering over one thousand then, coming upon a great and mysterious tower with a shining beacon at its head, which had been followed out of the Maelstrom. At the tower’s foot was a strange inscription, claiming that one who claimed the light at the top of the tower, would have their wishes granted, if only they could reach so high. All that was mentioned next, in the poem’s incomplete form, was how Helgo returned from the tower’s peak completely alone, and how the tower’s visage was a grim one indeed, but he needed no longer look upon its terrifying height.Such is the story wrote by a young Emperor to be, and the fascination of Futurists. They wonder themselves; is this Tower of Dreams, the Torre dei Sogni, something that the young Emperor knew one must conquer, no matter the time and place, if they are to forge a path into a greater era?-----
>>6477341>Galvanic Megacells: These titanic energy storage devices were captured during Operation Horizon Titan. Massive energy cells turned into improvised explosives, vast quantities of materiel could be extracted, or they themselves could be repurposed into other uses, but doing so requires careful study… (Complexity 1)>Harzwohlkan Close Combat Weaponry: Having seen significant usage now in combat and peacekeeping, the effectiveness of Galvanic melee weaponry could not be understated- but how they functioned, and how to duplicate such in new creations, yet eluded you. Not for long. (Complexity 1)>Look into augmenting the light armor company. Perhaps more could be done than mere instruction and drill, depending on the needs discovered?We should have enough Petrekoran surplus to hand out and not have to retool our existing molemen arms.To Andersenhaven - 4thTo Eigansbrand -1st, 2nd, OS-1CTo Perlehoyjen - 5th, 6thFocus on the coast.
>>6477338>Harzwohlkan Close Combat Weaponry: Having seen significant usage now in combat and peacekeeping, the effectiveness of Galvanic melee weaponry could not be understated- but how they functioned, and how to duplicate such in new creations, yet eluded you. Not for long. (Complexity 1)>Galvanic Megacells: These titanic energy storage devices were captured during Operation Horizon Titan. Massive energy cells turned into improvised explosives, vast quantities of materiel could be extracted, or they themselves could be repurposed into other uses, but doing so requires careful study… (Complexity 1)I have the feeling that a look into these will allow us easier research into the rest of the Galvanic technology, especially the dynamics. Also, the Galvanics have proven themselves quite useful in the skirmish.>Work on converting Harzwohlkan guns en masse to properly transition them to using conventional munitions. You only had so much Bluepowder to work with, considering the distance from where you got the stuff in the first place, and you didn’t need troops using Harzwohlkan gear to run out of ammo.That way, they won't run out and we will have more Bluepowder to experiment with.>>6477341Andersenhaven: 4th - It's a good way to keep an eye nearby and have the less inexperienced troops show off. Eigansbrand: OS-1C, 2nd, 6th - I think it would be a waste not to use the special company and I think the capital is the perfect place. As noted, they will attract more attention, violent one too, but it could lure out the ringleaders behind the riots in the capital, and with the support the elite 2nd Company who are efficient in stalking and recon, we could effectively surround and trap them. Throw in the adaptability of the 6th and their knowledge of language and we could out maneuver them completely. We can force our opponents hand and cut it off in one fell swoop with some of our most elite troops.Perlehoyen: 1st, 5th - If we are to trust the claims that there won't be any foul play, I believe that the 1st can handle most of their enemies and the 5th should prove as formidable allies in it. Maybe a bit of a headstrong couple, but I believe we can make it work.Valsig Virveln isn't as relevant in this task, but it would probably be a good commercial for other mercenaries and warriors who are not associated with the Half-Hand, while Nyarrmensguld seems like a dangerous step before securing the coast completely, especially the capital.
>>6477341Backing >>6477564
>>6477341>>6477505Also tanq since we did decide to go for a divisional-level staff, would Bonetto be able to use such to create a new Intelligence Section? Having its capabilities were pretty useful back in Vitelia and would be for this kind of counterinsurgency work.
>>6477341>Research>Galvanic Megacells: These titanic energy storage devices were captured during Operation Horizon Titan. Massive energy cells turned into improvised explosives, vast quantities of materiel could be extracted, or they themselves could be repurposed into other uses, but doing so requires careful study… (Complexity 1)>Harzwohlkan Close Combat Weaponry: Having seen significant usage now in combat and peacekeeping, the effectiveness of Galvanic melee weaponry could not be understated- but how they functioned, and how to duplicate such in new creations, yet eluded you. Not for long. (Complexity 1)>Artisans>Set the Artisans to converting more Harzwohlkan materiel stores to Legion Armor- it had proven very effective in the field, after all.>>6477358>DeploymentSupporting this deployment >>6477358
"Wait, you mean you knew THE Giovanni? As in THE leader of Team Rocket? The one that disappeared a few years ago? I don't-" "You brats don't got hardly any attention spans left at all, huh?! Ain't you been listening, kid, we didn't just know him, we practically put him on the map!" Says a stout, gruff old man with a comb over and patchy stubble in charcoal black and silver-grey. The cigarette in his mouth falls out and into his coffee. His eyes have been scrunched shut the whole time, but they go wide and bloodshot at this. "Ah, cripes, see whatcha made me do, brat?!" "We got our start alongside his father, see? Rolled together and helped build the family business. We're the finest cat burglars in the region." Adds the woman next to him, who seems every bit as old, with noticeable laugh lines on her face, and a small nose, with grey wavy hair that falls down to her chin in a bob cut. Her eyes are bright, sharp blue, and a little mischievous. The kid sitting catty-corner to them at the long counter of the diner quirks one eyebrow, and lays his menu down flat in front of him. "I'm sorry... But aren't you a little old to be climbing up buildings and stealing things?" Comb-over slams his fist down on the counter and points accusingly at the child with the other. His eyes are scrunched again, but angled down angrily. "YOU AIN'T GOT A CLUE WHAT WE'RE TOO OLD FOR YA SNOT! WE'RE THE REAL DEAL PROFESSIONAL CRIMINAL AGENTS AND WE GOT DECADES OF EXPERIENCE, WE'RE SHARPER THAN EVER!" He pulls three poke balls out of his pockets then, rising out of his seat and stepping back. "I oughta teach you a lesson right here, right now, about respectin' your elders!"A black leather glove grips his shoulder, and another man, with a deeper voice, speaks up from behind him. "George, you're making a scene. Smooth moves, right? Let's make it all smooth moves today." He says calmly. He's got a leaner, more athletic build than the bruiser he's talking down, with a thick white mustache and mutton chops, a black scally cap on his head... And a black eyepatch with a bold, red letter 'R' on it. His gaze extends past the man's shoulder and to the woman. "And Leslie, I told you not to let him have more than one cup of coffee - you know how he gets." He chides with a slight smile. His good eye is a dull green color, and something flashes behind it when he speaks to her. "Good morning, Leonidas." She says with a smirk. "His wife told me not to let him have more than one side of bacon, either, with his blood pressure where it's been lately. But, well, you know how he gets." She smiles then, showing a silver tooth on the left side that glints in the morning light.>1/3
All's quiet for a minute, and then you feel a tremor run up under your feet, and a loud crash. Another crash. So much for smooth moves! Thief is supposed to let Sneasel ransack without making a noise or mess, what gives? You stroke your mustache, before another loud crashing sound and corresponding quake nearly floors you. Something's sideways... Better check it out. Just hope Hamton or one of the crew doesn't come in while Sneasel and I are still in the room. You grab the comforter and top sheet off the bed, quickly tying a knot in them, and one end to the railing. A trio of Wingull high above cast wide shadows that run over you momentarily, and in the distance you see a Mantine breach the surface of the ocean for a soaring leap before plunging back in with a splash. You heave in a big breath, and climb over the top of the railing, gripping the makeshift rope, and start lowering yourself down. When you're far enough to put your feet atop the rail of the balcony below, and look in through the sliding door, your eyes bulge with shock. Sneasel is in a pitch fight with another pokemon, and he already looks a little bruised up! "SMEEEEEE-ARRRR!" It shouts, unleashing a powerful thunderbolt attack that your partner barely manages to dodge. It's a Smeargle, beige and brown with a long tail ending in a brush like plume of fur that drips with purple ink. It's about the size and shape of your Sneasel, and looks pretty darn mean, too. You had heard Percy used to be a trainer before becoming a journalist, but no word on the kinds of pokemon he worked with. Despite making a career out of gossip, not much is known about him personally. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The Smeargle swipes it's tail around in front of itself for a moment, creating a purple illustration that hangs in the air long enough to make it out - a caricature of your Sneasel! The image fades into nothing, and suddenly the Smeargle's paws take on a dark glow. You could swear, it seems to smirk! The Smeargle used Sketch! And immediately lunges forward, matching Sneasel's evasions with a sudden uncanny grace, and then uses its tail to spring up into a spinning flip over your pokemon's head. When the two are vertically aligned, the Smeargle swipes out and snatches the Lucky Coin using Thief! Then lands behind Sneasel and turns.This has gone from bad to worse. You have to get that photo and get out of here quick, and it looks like this Smeargle has no intention of making that easy. You also want that Lucky Coin back - aside from the sentimental value, it's a dead giveaway that someone was here. It maybe won't screw up the job if you have to abandon it, but it's the kind of loose end you tend to avoid in your work. What will you do to salvage this job gone wrong? >Give all your attention to fighting with Sneasel. Without a trainer to direct him, this Smeargle will have a harder time against a pokemon whose moves are being coordinated by a seasoned battler like yourself. Plus, Sneasel can use Thief to get the Lucky Coin back.>Time is short, you need to multitask. Focus on finding the photo evidence, but being out Golbat to help Sneasel fight and buy you time. >Direct Sneasel to put all of his attention on finding the Polaroid while you deal with the Smeargle using your Golbat to fight. >Withdraw Sneasel and use your Golbat to get out of here now, this is a shitshow! Call George on your radio and have him bust in with his Poliwrath to subdue this Smeargle, ransack the room for the photo, and then bail out of the boat himself using Surf, while you and Golbat pick up Leslie. >3/3
>>6469093>>Withdraw Sneasel and use your Golbat to get out of here now, this is a shitshow! Call George on your radio and have him bust in with his Poliwrath to subdue this Smeargle, ransack the room for the photo, and then bail out of the boat himself using Surf, while you and Golbat pick up Leslie.Feels like the time for a classic exit, memories are short in pokemon world right? this won't be out of the ordinary >.>
>>6469093>Time is short, you need to multitask. Focus on finding the photo evidence, but being out Golbat to help Sneasel fight and buy you time.
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Life has always been no more than a joke.You were fated by your blood to become one of the Lancer Corps.That blood of yours. A nice gift by your late father 28 years ago. It allows you feats unthinkable to most other humans. Raw strength and litheness, brought about by your ancestors’ close relationship with dragons and wyverns, refined into the magnificent martial arts by the ancient order of the Dragoons. Of all the abilities the lancers have, their most famous (and you dare say, most dashing) one is the Jump. The lancers’ dominion over wind and their unnatural bodily strength let them jump into the skies and fall like birds of prey on top of their foes. Peasants and nobles alike rejoice at the sight of flying lancers, seeking to prove their martial prowess, and also to impress those whose bed they’d like to warm.As for you? What makes you different from your fellows? Nothing, really. You proudly don the dark blue armor of the Lancers. You enjoy the raw talent your blood has given you. You take those who strike your fancy to bed. You do your job for the monarch.Monarch. You keep that word neutral in your mind, because you once served a King (May he rest in peace) and now you serve a Queen. The man was struck by a sudden illness at the age of 50 and died. His only daughter, already 28 (and yet still not married, or having taken any serious lover) is now about to don the crown of the Kingdom of Luehr on her head.But you must confess to yourself: Truth be told, the Princess, now Queen, is the one woman that makes your heart skip a beat. This was so ever since you were a young man. At the tender age of 16, you were assigned as her personal bodyguard. You spent a few weeks courting her majesty, but she denied you a kiss, and was the first girl to follow that up with a slap on the cheek so hard that the mark refused to leave for the next week. A shocking event, it was not as if royals were denied the option of having paramours, and in truth, many took their lancers as lovers if only for a time. Yet she denied you. So suddenly, so harshly...Life is just a joke, because not matter how hard you try to stop thinking of her, to sate your desire by involving yourself with others, to keep your head high and proud because of your bloodline… It’s her you unabashedly love and desire, and the one your mind muses over in the deepest hours of sleepless nights.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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Hi folks, I had a very busy week last week, and this one seems like it's going to be busy too.I'll try to get my muse up for an update on wednesday. Sorry for the delay!
>>6474519I'm just glad to see you're still kicking. See you then!
>>6475069Alas.
For House and Dominion: A Knight's Tale (3)Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6353859/H&D Wiki: https://houseanddominion.fandom.com/https://twitter.com/ThatSlowTypingGYou are Joanna Farrell, a would be Knight from the Dominion of Royal Houses. You are among the few remaining survivors of House Meros, a minor House that fell during the turmoil and wars of the early 41st century. Now you and other aspirants have ventured out into the unexplored regions of the universe aboard the starship Bertrand to seek your fortune and gather resources to someday reclaim your lost House.>The CrewThe landless 'Errant' Knight Dar'el Camdie gathered your group of Knight aspirants in the hopes of forging you into a force to be reckoned with. For their efforts they were assassinated and attempts were made at capturing the rest of you. Despite this setback the rest of you have carried on in their memory. Chief Miriam Hannah is in charge of your ship the Bertrand and has been acting as its captain for years now. She can get your forces to where they can do the most good but it will be up to you Knight aspirants to lead the special forces and win battles.Sergeant Mulyadi Reza commands the marines aboard ship and acts as your training officer. He largely remains aboard ship to help protect it in your absense.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Extended Mission: The Arnach Raiders (Boundless Verge)Start time: As soon as possibleDuration: 1-2 weeksPayout: 25k/day + salvageHunt for Arnach and play nice with the Izuan locals.>Extended Mission: Investigate New Worlds (Traverse)Start time: 4 days or soonerDuration: 1-2 weeksPayout: Exploration pay plus discovery bonusesWhat should be an easy assignment. Useful for training up new crew and personnel.>Extended Mission: The Smugglers (Black Ops)Start time: As soon as possibleDuration: 2 weeksComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Additional regular missions will be available in a few more days.
>>6477609>Extended Mission: The Smugglers (Black Ops)if we get rid of Miks competition does that mean hell get better margins?
>>6477609>Extended Mission: The Smugglers (Black Ops)
A post is being worked on. It will have to go up tomorrow.
The Caretaker Quest - EpilogueThis is the Epilogue of The Caretaker Quest, a "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into its own thing.This particular thread will be entirely focused on the aftermath of the main story, clear out possibly unanswered questions that may remain and tie lose ends. It will probably be a short AND slow thread, but that also depends entirely on player input, so keep that in mind.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>THE Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Went on a strange adventure to defeat The Beast, a magical creature accidentally created by Merlin himself, source of all magic commonly used by witches and wizards worldwide.>Got stuck at the end of reality after defeating The Beast for almost a year.>Figured out that there are other ways to use magic thanks to the power of emotions.>Became the father of triplets and escaped the end of reality at the same time.>You must now live in a magical world that lost all its magic.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Huh, really? Isn't that, like, super rare?”“Ja, very rare but not impossible”“Huh…Well if it would happen to anyone, it would be us”You turn back to look at your babies. They look perfect. Seeing them sleep so peacefully makes you feel things that you never thought you would feel, just like when you used magic to get everyone out of the end of reality.“What are their names?” You ask.“Vell, i actually havent named zhem yet”“What?”“Ja, i vas vaiting for you to return so ve could decide togezher”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465229Why would a british / french couple name their kids with german names?
>>6465232no, remember, she IS german, she just studied in Beauxbatons.
>>6465234I didn't know Willow was a german name.
>>6465229>”They are perfect”
You are OTTO GRIGGS, and after installing a random game in your Steam Library, Fantasy Quest 7: Rebirth, you were summoned to another world. Only, instead of a fantastical adventure full of whimsy and joy, you’ve spent the last few days trudging underground through abandoned tunnels and malicious factories. You’re starting to think this was all one big scam.Or you would if you didn’t suddenly gain the power to toy with REALITY itself. An ability that’s saved both your ass and the asses of the new comrades. Particularly one SAKI NISHIMURA, another Earthling who was summoned alongside you (though without the magic powers). But let’s not forget KNIGHT COMMANDER SEVENTEEN, the over seven-foot android who summoned you and foisted the quest of reconquering FACTORY XI-187 upon you– seeing as it’s been mass-producing demonic soldiers and weapons for quite some time now. Along the way, the three of you encountered one LADY LUVETTEL, who, after a little trolling on your part, joined your party after becoming quite OBSESSED with you. It’s a whole thing…Anyway! You figured out pretty quickly that your REALITY MAGIC might not have come from your own abilities, or lack thereof, seeing as the VOID ENTITY, who lives inside your chest, has been complaining nonstop about your “theft” every time you go to sleep. But anything of the sort totally wasn’t willful on your part– None of this was! Especially not joining the army of the BLACKIRON PACT. Seventeen kind of forced that one, but if you had your way, you’d still be back home on Earth. But things never seem to go your way. Like, no way you’d currently be standing in XI-187 if they did. Regardless, while a crusader army rampages about– vanguarded by REN MINATO, the isekai hero who slew the DEMON LORD before your summoning– you’re interrogating a necromancer named BROTHER CALLUM as he whines and whimpers about “Human Rights” or other such nonsense. …Did you mention you’re trying to recruit him?
>>6477192You know? You really should have expected that wizards would be like this– this total breach of privacy, and even worse, this violation of the Bro Code, probably isn't even a blip on their magical radar. Their minds focused on the more important aspects of life, like how best to magically masturbate, or how to piss the most people off in the least amount of time, or beard care. Really, really advanced stuff you can assure.“Dude, did no one ever tell you not to piss next to a guy when there’s still open space?” The wizard merely smiles, you sigh. “Yeah, sure. Fine. I’ll go with you.” You say as you finish, and grab a chunk of the wall to [Construct]-[a]-[Stone]-[Tablet] with little [Doodles] of you and Kenluthian hanging out in locations that are specifically not a public-ish restroom.Kenluthian’s cracked lips smile wider, and his old man face wrinkles. “Oh-ho! That's what we love to hear and see, me boy! Decisions made with logic, and maaaagic~ cast as easily as one breathes! Jolly good! Jolly good! Now, let us go retrieve that demon of yours!” He says as he grabs you and blue light flashes before your eyes.The next thing you know, you’re in the hallways behind Grunz, having performed a small [Teleport] very similar to Ren Minato’s [Blinks]. You hastily pull up your pants as you hear thunderous footsteps from down the hall, swiftly followed by the sight of a platoon of pig-faced men huffing and puffing as they call, “Wait! Wizard!”“Ah, toodles~!” Kenluthian waves and the next thing you know you’re in front of your bed. Immediately you feel drowsy as pink mist floats around the room like soft clouds; but before your heavy eyelids close, more blinding light takes you to– a pantry? Two chefs huddle behind a man in bulky [Blacksteel] armor as he roughly stomps on glowing runes written on the floor. “Wait, wait– no!” Kenluthian yells.“Sir Messenger, did you really think the palace wouldn't be prepared for your tricks?” The knight says, but before he could grab you, you’re already gone. “Where’d they go?” He asks the chefs but gets mere shrugs in return.“Oh shit!” You and the wizard scream in unison as you land ass first on rough cobble. If the utilitarian tunnels were unfamiliar, then you've just landed in wonderland. Or maybe a renaissance faire, an underground renaissance fair. That’s… kinda cool? But you kinda hopped you’d be getting some sun right about now.
>>6477197Crowds of people go to and fro as you've teleported onto a busy street filled with peddler stands and hungry customers. A few look in your direction after your sudden appearance– but one look at Kenluthian’s robes brings a small huff from their nose and a smirk to their face as they go about their business. You should probably consider yourself lucky that Luvettel’s blanket came with her. You can only imagine the panic if the demon herself were visible to the crowd. “Quickly now!” Kenluthian hurries you both to a desolate side alley and away from pedestrian eyes.“W-what’s happening?” Luvettel’s sleepy voice asks as her head pokes out of the blanket sack you carried her in. The wizard quickly shoves her head back down.“Bad news, they’ve messed with the ritual– and set off my [Escape] rune!” Ah, that would be why he's turning to dust. “But have no fear, once I've reassembled in my laboratory, I'll spare no expense returning to you! Shalt only take an hour or two!”“H-huh? What the fuck am I supposed to do before that?” You ask in panic. The wizard just appeared, totally upended everything going on, and is dipping?! The Hell?!?“Ah, well, the initiation for most aspect apprentices is to first find the college, but we were planning on fast-tracking that for you.” He's disappeared up to his chest. “So I guess, good luck? Do try not to let the guard find you, though. The lecture you’re going to have to sit through will be soooooooo~ boring!” Only his head, hat, and a hand remain. He waves all of them. “Buh-bye! See you in a bit.”And then you’re left standing in the middle of a dark, damp, and rather smelly alleyway. Alone. “Where are we?” Except for Luvettel, of course. And you feel a little bit of relief when, despite the circumstances, she smiles and tackles you with a hug when she sees you awake. “What are we doing?” She asks, looking up from where your arms interlock.>Going to find the nearest guard and get back to the palaceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6477198>Going to search for the magic college, university? Whatever it is.C'mon, Luvie, we're going... to COLLEGE
>>6477198>…Fuck it, we’re going to go have some fun!I think we're probably not going to get many chances to wander amongst the normies like this if the Pact gets its way.
>>6477198>…Fuck it, we’re going to go have some fun!Hmm... on one hand, we could try to impress the wizards who are already impressed. On the other, we could spend some time chilling out after, from our perspective, hours ago, going through a demonic-cyborg nightmare dungeon crawl. Let's spend some time with Luvvie. Otto deserves it.
You live in a town called Big Satan!To the north there are Yetis and a tribe of orcs that use polar bears as shock cavalry.To the south, there is a vast desert where seminomad serpent people grow strange flowers called Snuff with stimulant properties that can be chewed, smoked or even snorted in powder form; beyond this desert there is a savanna with evil lamias that like to enslave everyone to mine gold and jewels, and further south there is a jungle where elves and gnolls battle for supremacy.To the east there are vast plains where the horse clans fight each other. Beyond them, a country of tiny goblins with large penises, they breed very fast and the female goblins choose mates by dick size, the larger the better.To the west there is an amazonian society where very tall women enslave meek men in mines and farming jobs while they train with deadly melee weapons, their children if female are always tall amazonians, and if male are short and weak willed members of their race.Big Satan is a metropolis with over 25,000 people living there. It has a chronic problem with Vampires. It has a thieves guild, an assassins guild, and more professional guilds than most people can count. The Guild Council holds ridiculous wealth and power. There are many other factions.Yet, it is you who rule the city! When a leader dies, the Noble Council convenes to choose a new leader amongst elligible candidates (male nobles aged between 16 and 70 years old). And right now, they chose you!Little do they know that you have a pact with one of the factions, to let them operate more freely, and this pact has led you to power. But it also binds you to them. The faction that have helped you rise to power was...> The Vampires. They want freedom to run businesses where they can feed in peace.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461704(4/4)You spend the rest of your time relaxing!===RELATIONS ASSESSMENTInternal:Vampires 2/10Thieves 1/10Assassins 1/10Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461700Slum>Flatpack>>6461704Cave monsters>Write in: The state will provide manpower and equipment for fighting cave monsters. This arrangement will last for about a year, where it will be assessed if this made any real differenceI am in favor of not letting our rivals build private armies, even if it costs us>>6461706Grain>Gift someState action>1: ResearchWe need new and more efficient ways to deal with cave monsters, especially trollsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461700> Flatpack Slum.Develop and stick it to the gangs. Two birds, one stone.>>6461704> Allow heavily regulated alchemical weapons in the tunnels onlyNo need to be hasty.>>6461706> Sell them half your grain, at a reasonable price (gain 25k gold)Keeping prices reasonable will make regular customers of them yet. > Build city improvements> DiplomacyNagas.> Appease factionThieves, assassins.
I can swap to this if we need a majority for the vote >>6461806
How we doing qm?
It has been 2000 years since the Black Knight tore open the last of the great portals and trampled the worlds of the Weld with his unstoppable warband. As his band crushed the native kingdoms and nations, burned the banners of ancient orders and sects, and laid to waste the effigies of the gods, the Black Knight did not remain to rule over these broken lands. He rode ever onward, allowing the shattered peoples to rebuild under the shadow of the dark rider. New standards flew over reconstructed walls, men of arms kneeled at the feet of new monarchs, cities rose to glisten in the moonlight, and all throughout the Weld those who had rode alongside the Black Knight departed to carve out a niche that they saw fit. But none would find dominance, for without warning or reason the Black Knight and his cohort would ride again to despoil the realms.It is under these times that our tale brings us to a busy inn along the road Ghenthun, linking the odd trails of Onsev to its two largest portals. Sleeping gravcars and beasts of burden huddle within the confines of the stables as the warm lights of the inn shine against the haze of the cool and cloudy day. The patrons of this meager establishment turn or shiver as the door swings open, bringing in a breeze and…>A figure suited in plate armor, a knight in unassuming grey bereft of heraldry or insignia. His gaze lingers on the crowd a few moments too long (Young Questing Knight)>A coated man who swiftly moves from the door, his hand passing into the insides of his garment as he grasps the stolen collateral he brings for tonight’s game. (Outlaw Gambler)>The cloaked figure of a larger being, followed swiftly by a another shrouded biped escorting a thinner hood who takes in the sights of the crowded tavern (Traveling Princess)>An unassuming being wrapped in cloth against the cold, slipping swiftly and quietly into the shadows of a nearby booth. (Aspiring Thief)>The clank of metal tipped combat boots and the clink of loose rigging as their weary owner shambles to the bar (Free-of-Company Mercenary)
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>6464087>ANSWERRRR
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>6464087>Answer him
>>6464087>Answer him
The steady groaning of the steel submarines structure can be heard throughout the vessel. It doesn't take an experienced mariner to know you're deep enough to cause even the sturdiest of materials great pressure from the current environment. The amount of time you've all been trapped here, how longs it been again? You turn around to check the calendar in your sleeping quarters. APRIL 3, 2100Shit, that's right. You slap yourself on the forehead, the skin from your palm collides and makes an audible smacking noise. It's been not one, not two, but THREE! Fucking months on this vessel. You knew when you signed up for this contract that you'd spend a great deal of time here, but not this long! You sigh aloud in the shared room. You're currently the only one in it, it's not break time and most people are still toiling away making sure the sub stays in one piece. You needed this break though, the day has been particularly tough on both your body and mind.If there's been anything positive about your time spent so far though, it's that the occasional noise or hiss from the sub no longer immediately puts you on your toes. That's not to say you were particularly wanting to be acclimated to moving around in the open, vulnerable in this metal coffin. If you would've had your way, you'd of found a cushy administrative job back at a nearby outpost, not nearly as deep below as you currently are. Whatever, just keep pushing along. The sooner you get back to work, the better your chances of nobody finding out you took a temporary leave from your duties. Right.. your duties, what was it you were hired for again?>Security>Navigations>Engineering & MaintenanceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461113>Question him on what the word is about this thing outsideFuck it, why not? If he stonewalls us he stonewalls us. Might as well ask
>>6461024Interesting Barotrauma-ish quest. I'll bite!>>6461113>Write-In>"Sir, isn't that the kind of thing we make the assistants do?"
>>6461113>"Sir, isn't that the kind of thing we make the assistants do?"
>>6461113>>6461154+1 for this
>>6461113>Fuck that, I'm tired of this shit!
In the world of Hainei, everything is desired, and there are those that will come together to tug even at what is ruined. But even what is in ruins is not truly dead, and as long as a heart remains that beats below the surface, it can be unearthed eventually.~~~This quest is a side story that takes place in the universe of Chaos: The Quest for Redemption. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning to grasp the context of what you are about to witness.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=LevelmanWiki: https://chaosquest.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page
【NAMITHENE】"Akasa cares this much still, doesn't he...?"«Yutu took a step back, gazing up fearfully at the sight of those eight gods above as they descended from the head of Roamer. Their faces were painted with such smug satisfaction, the kind that one gains when they know they're holding all the cards. Yet, Nio held her firm by her shoulder, refusing to let her budge and take another step back.»【CAERA】"To think this was always going to end up this way... But, they're still not Temple fighters."【NAMITHENE】"Yeah... but I hate to admit it, they're right. There's eight of them. We can't win a confrontation like this right now. They'd be able to take us apart easily."【CAERA】"I'd like to see them try..." «The Earth Rabbit said, cracking her knuckles in hand. Though, her voice was not so confident, really, it betrayed the instinctual need to seek safety she was feeling underneath.»【MINGZHAO】Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
【NAMITHENE】"Yutu...!"【MINGZHAO】"A GIFT FOR OUR MISSION FROM OUR VERY OWN LORD SARAKHA! CHAIN OF CAUSALITY! NEW FUNCTION; BIND AND FORBID YUTU FROM RAISING A HAND AGAINST US!"https://static.atlasacademy.io/NA/Audio/SE_21/21_ad1110.mp3«The sound was like a thunderclap as keening as a whisper, and the chain that lashed out from Mingzhao's hands then found their target before she found it ensnaring her. A causal device rent from Sarakha's law crystalized and solidified into form. It was the Chain of Causality, the law to bind the acausal, to bind all transcendence and bring it down to a more humbled state. Even if there was only one Yutu in all the infinite timelines in the expanding kaleidoscopes of all the axes of Time, even if she was beyond cause and effect, and outside of Time itself, she, like all others, fell prey to this device, that targeted the nature of a God and countered it without fail.»«Her gasp tore past it, and Nio and Caera turned pale with recognition of the power that Namithene had predicted herself. For Nio, it was like seeing a harrowing legend spoken of as a bad omen in person after living a life expecting never to see it, and for Caera... it was dread at seeing a mere display of the power she sought out herself, and knowing now that Namithene's warnings to her were anything but lies.»【NIO】"YUTU-!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
【MINGZHAO】"Quite right! I know you think YOU can save the Moon... BUT YOU CAN'T! YOU OVERREACH YOURSELVES! Pure Idols! Love! GRAHAHA! What this Moon needs is KINGDOM! And we ARE the Kingdom! So go ahead, Namithene, the traitor! Yutu, the failure! Nio, the greenhorn! And whoever that other one is! Bow down! Upon your efforts... we have only one reaction... Everyone, it is time to show them all our unique laughter styles. Ready?"【CENSORATE】"READY!"«The eight great gods of the Interior Ministry lifted their heads as one.»【MINGZHAO】"GRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"【SCACCIA】"EEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!"【FOAMIS】Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6477369>"Laugh all you want. We're going to find a way to rescue our friend and kick you from your high horses."
>>6477369+1 to this >>6477467. But, I also wanna add:>"Psyops has already proven that your precious little Trinity schemes fall apart when Gods and heroes work together for redemption and love! You may have Yutu now, but you bastards will end up like Thandir and his Mass-Produced Demigods project soon enough!"
Previously on Helena's Quest.Our protagonist, Helena, after defeating Strawberry Cookie in a Bogemon:D combat, gifts her the potato she sought so much. With it Strawberry Cookie will be able to get even more potatoes like in Minecraft.The Potato wasn't King's wife.What's all this?Read >>>/i/817964 at your own risk.I'll post the archived threads below.
>>6476646>1Moo
>>6476646>1We may see the molest wizard again so I suggest we have birb spam double team beforehand just in case.
>>6476659>>6476661Erina's ranch, drawing. Good choice because I don't need to bloat the cast that much.
>>6476840Don't forget to update /i/'s thread when you can.
>>6477157Maybe I should desu...
It is the 40th millennium.The Imperium of Man is the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. One million stars lay under its rule. Uncountable multitudes of humanity toil for its sake. They are beset by countless horrors from within and without, seeking to rend and ruin all that they hold dear, and the deadliest of them all is the Imperium itself. Everpresent. Everviligant. Everzealous. The Adeptus Terra make for cruel taskmasters, and no less ruthless are the enforcers who enact their decrees to the letter.To live in such times is to be crushed under the boot of a galaxy-spanning dominion. To dream of dissent is death. There are no exceptions. There is no mercy. There can be no hope. None of this matters. You have set yourself against the unstoppable momentum of a quintillions-strong warmachine, and you will live or you will die on your own terms. There are many rebellions across these blighted stars. This one is yours.
>>6472468Obviously it would never actually happen, but if the two did meet, do you guys think Big E would gently reject her and let her down easy, or would he be brutally honest to give her a reality check wake up call?
>>6473098I think he would scream really loudly and eat another thousand souls
>>6473098He would be too occupied being a screaming rotten corpse. But realistically? He would go along with whatever delusion said by the mass of cybernetics and flesh named Valyria Von Dracora in front of him. Because a rebellion/secession instead of being the usual case or a bigger problem, became a permanent galactic power that knocked on his own personal door, and slaughtered both servants he would keep and ones he would genocide. Which is a fine loss for him, if he can remain where he is. He doesn't like most things of the current Imperium, so a change with someone he can absolutely control by playing along sound acceptable, especially after the Imperium got so beaten up. He wouldn't like a lot of things brought by this new state either. Of course he couldn't do much in his current status anyway. But Valyria would lisren to anything the emperor would say
>>6471928How its going Doomed ? I hope well
mang this better not be dead
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. You are a footnote to the Powers That Be. You've actually proven yourself to be useful to the Powers That Be, due to your research into CIGARETTE MOLD and the fact you’re powering part of their facility.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you got a lot of companies on your side. Even if they’re only on your side because you’re a useful wageslave.As for what happened over the last day or so?You finally managed to free yourself from your endless shift. It took way too long to complete it, and you had to juggle a million things at once, but you did it. A certain DEERFOX SHADE harassed you right before you left, but that's a problem for future you to deal with.You managed to strike a deal with a powerful corporate executive by the name of Mr. Rust. While he may be a fully artificial(?) robot with little care for anything outside of business, he actually seems to like the cut of your gib. You two aren't so different at the end of the day, and he's going to do his best to help you out over the upcoming days.You finally tracked down the murderer of Caspian. After a short interrogation that resulted in him framing himself, you had enough evidence to charge him for his crimes. You might've had to calm Caspian down before she went insane, but at the very least, she was able to move on.You also tracked down a conman who was besmirching the name of your mold. It turns out that he was being harassed by the original researcher behind your product. Or what was left of the researcher, anyways. You were able to scare him off before things got too hectic, at least.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
i want to kill myself anons i really do
>>6473776Don't worry about it anon. The dice gods come for us all, sooner or later.
Our favorite Workaholic is running out of workahol
>>6474994Ack.Tomorrow night at the latest. You'll get your wageslave content soon.
For the one thread refresher(s): Nu bread is here>>6475548
