Constraints breed creativity.This 100 Rule Quest and the universe it takes place in are to be forged by the combination of a set of rules created by the players.We'll explore how the rules interact, perhaps exploit the limitations, and navigate the chaos.
>>6431413Who should go with Hanekawa and Taiga?[A]. Victor.[C]. Chaika.[D]. Someone else?Who should fix the wheel?[A]. Cassie.[B]. Etou.[C]. Victor/Chaika.[D]. Someone else.Who watch for elves?[A]. Cassie.[B]. Etou.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6431415>A>B>A>C>C
>>6431415>A>B>A>C>CThese block choices are kind of killing me, qm. I kind of wish they were condensed. It this how you always write quests?
>>6431436>These block choices are kind of killing me, qm. Sorry to hear that.>I kind of wish they were condensed. It this how you always write quests?No. It's sort of experimental and an attempt to give me more to work with than "which path do you go down, roll to see how well you go".Whether Victor or Chaika goes with Hanekawa determines which friendship and characterization becomes deepened and which subplot is explored as the search goes on.The set up of the camp determines what state they'll return to find it in. Or whether the others can follow and rescue if the search party needs it.And learning what players expectations are helps inform what Hanekawa's mindset is and let's me know what impressions I am giving that I might not be aware of. I could just go with my gut and it'd largely be the same but a few choices would have been different. Also in previous quests, I had more of general idea of where the story was going. So I had a vague outline of the next couple updates while writing the current one.For this quest, I didn't really have a plan beyond Taiga getting mortally wounded at the beginning. And you saw how that went.I could try to condense the choices more though.
>>6431415>Who should go with Hanekawa and Taiga?[C]. Chaika.>Who should fix the wheel?[A]. Cassie.Who watch for elves?[B]. Etou.Who should make camp?[[C]. Victor>What condition does Hanekawa expect to find Professor Monday in?[A]. Seriously hurt or even dead.
That was a nice nap.The warm sun was now hidden behind the clouds. That blanket of warmth being absent explains your waking.You pack your things, clear your camp and go about your journey.Your destination:>The celebration of the end to the War against the Dark Lord>The expeditionary town to explore the ruins of the Lost City>The king was calling for any magician of worth to the Capital, the reason is anyone's guess
Flaking right out the gate is a new low even for this board :/
>>6412917No, it isn't. Bitchin ain't either.
>>6412917It's extremely common, as are slow updates these days.>>6412937Good to see you back, though, QM.
ETA?
>Leaves>Returns to insist he hasn't left>LeavesTruly a clown world
A quiet dripping sound slowly wakes you. The room you wake up in is dim, dusty and cramped. As you stumble to your feet, some of the junk that is lying around seems familiar, but nothing you can fully recognise. A broken crystal is illuminating the torn up books, broken machinery and furniture and shattered walls inscribed with gylphs. You were lying in a pool of strange, viscous liquid that spilled out of a barrel. You wipe the residue off, but your skin seems to be absorbing it. With each second you feel more alive. You drop down, frantically trying to smear some more on your skin, but the spilled liquid does not seem to have any effect anymore. You pick yourself up, dragging your left leg behind you, and look around. The room has two exits, one leading left into darkness, one leading forward and is dimly lit. You find a mirror shard and peer into it. You see a smooth clay-brown face with red, intricately carved stones for eyes. In the middle of the face there is a button nose and an axe wound that passes for a mouth. It is a stranger's face. You try to recall any memory of your reflection, but you are drawing a blank. You cannot remember anything about yourself. Terror races through you and you toss the shard into the nearest wall, causing it to shatter. You kick the the only table that survived the assault on the room with inhuman strenght, breaking it in three pieces and smashing what remained of the bookcase. Stunned by the power of your strikes, your anger subsides and you think on your next move.>Search the room for clues or useful items>Take a crystal shard and explore the left tunnel that is shrouded in darkness>Explore the forward, dimly lit tunnel>Write-in
>>6431739>Heal her with ambrosia.
>>6431739>>Heal her with ambrosia.Sure, why not
>>6431905>>6431906You take one ambrosia potion out of your pocket and tap Lily on her shoulder:"Give her this. Apply it to all wounds and they should heal."You are very generous with these, but it's not like you could use them. You have 3 left.Lily pours the content of the bottle on Lori's scalp and her chest, gently petting and hugging her. In a short minute Lori's breathing stabilizes and her cheeks gain more color. Lily hugs her tightly and Lori wheezes at her:"Sis.. can't breathe..."You leave the sisters to celebrate and take a look at what have your and Lori's injuries bought. The maid is mostly intact, save for the gaping chest and the ruined eye. The other eye stares at you accusingly. You ignore the guilt you feel at killing another golem and focus on the spoils. The core is fully functional and brimming with energy. It would certainly fetch a good price from an arcanist. You could also install it inside your chest, gaining a power boost. The hands have a malleble form with three confugurations. Claw form, fist form and a form you could only describe as soft. You are not sure of what use is the soft form, but the other two work extremely well. If you pry them off, you could replace the one you have lost and sell the other.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432167>Take their hand. Gain +1 STR and +1 DEX. +3 health, -2 mana, gain functional hand.>Graft their core. Gain +1 to all stats. +1 health, -4 mana.>Take their skin. Gain +1 BODY, +5 health, -2 mana, remove Vulnerable.I mean... all of the above, I guess? Seems like they're all useful.
>>6432167>>6432172 +1
It’s a beautiful Thursday morning. Nobody says that about Thursday, but yesterday was such a great day that it spilled over. You want to keep that momentum! Taking down Youhao will be hard to topple, but you’ll forgive yourself if you have a good relaxing day. Nothing fancy. The day before, you partied yourself out. Today, you’ll recover. Does this count as keeping momentum? You know your team will appreciate this pace. Memories rush back from yesterday night: The railing talks, the food, the karaoke, and the unforgettable moment with Pumpkin. It’s starting to feel like your relationship isn’t cursed. Speaking of, you wonder if she’s around. She couldn’t have left this early in the morning, right? This is earlier than your usual waking time. She can’t elude your breakfast! But you can’t expect anything from this girl…You get up from the couch… to drop back onto its comforts. No reason to stand up, these pillows were meant to be sit over. On the table, a glimpse of a note catches your attention. It’s addressed to you. You turn your head back to notice your room’s door wide open — and no one inside. Pumpkin is either gone, or is in the kitchen. You can hear someone whistling inside the latter…Wait, that’s not whistling, that’s chirping! It must be Crossbill. In that case, you assume this letter belongs to Pumpkin. How old fashioned. You wonder why not leave a message on the phone. You assume because it’s more personal. That’s what Bradford Jr. says. He spent the night with her, so he knows better. It feels like you should read it at a later moment, but curiosity can get the better of you...You have a long but relaxing day waiting; well, it’d be more relaxing if you didn’t have to go to school… You’d think that a curfew would stop that crap, but you have the feeling that’s long lifted if Pumpkin is nowhere to be seen.You have too many things to do…What do you do?>Check on the bird in the kitchen. What’s Crossbill up to?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425884>Maybe the Nurse should check on this patient before deciding if you’re willing to let her go… (Maybe even more love?!)Double trouble?At least I hope so! :D
>>6425884>Look for the blue ghost with a perverted presence who you took note of. That blueberry must be hunted and teased for what she did! (Stop here.)As punishment our blueberry has to be that surprised idol we promised
You can’t get ahead of yourself! Your lovely nurse has to check on the patient before deciding if to move on or not. Yes, you’re the doctor, but you trust your staff’s judgment more than your own. Does that make you a hack…?“Want Rora to check on you before we move on? If you catch my drift?” You wonder. “A nurse’s word is as good as mine.”“You’re back to role-playing?” Matilda is half-amused.“I’m a professional.” You adjust your glasses.“Doctors don’t sleep with their patients.” Matilda retorts.“Well, not most of them…” You know one pretending to be a nurse who does… With you. It’s Kata. “Fine, bring her over. Let’s end this charade properly.” Matilda sees it as a good way to regroup.Shortly after, Aurora sneaks inside the infirmary! You didn’t call her over, she showed up on her own. A routine check up, it seems. You tell Nurse Rora to check on the patient. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426946He fucking delivered
>>6426946>Matilda's absAlways glorious. Thank you for running!
The Emperor's very own Angels. There's the 9 best known ones, the 20 or so somewhat heard about ones and then there's the rest. And you soon will become one yourself. Still a 12 year old boy you were selected to become a neophyte. The first choice you make is not really your own, but that of fate.Pick one of 4 Space Marine Chapters to be part of. This choice stays unchanged for the whole Quest. Pick 1:> Nanoq Claws> The Pride> The Eyes in the Trees> LancebearersThe rules are standard. Write in the choice you want and the majority voted choice wins. I will try to update the Quest 1-2 times per day, if there's enough response for a clear winning opinion.(all chapters have been randomly generated using a rolling table)
>>6416280>build a team - coalesce your team of 6 into a proper kill team. become inseparable>train to become a real bannerman>warriors - fight against a foe in the crusade (chaos, nids, t'au)
>>6416280>train to become a real bannerman> psyonic excellence - try to expand your psychic powers maybe you can become a real psycher (requires D100 roll)> warriors - fight against a foe in the crusade (chaos, nids, t'au)Man, I do want the 3rd heart, but getting locked into the mechanical spirits it's like a no-no to me. Mostly because we naturally have to aid the heads but we also have a connection with the nids, and if we get now the machine spirits it's a lot going on.
Qm?
I believe in him
qm everything good ?
“This is suicide. You'll never make it across. We already lost a squad of our best men and upper brass won't even allow us to retrieve the bodies. What makes you so different? Why would the Inquisition choose you?” The grizzled guard stands firm before you ready to intercept you should you try to push past him. It was a shame, however, that you had already positioned yourself between him and the bridge as the three of you talked. “He’s right. Anyone who’s tried to touch the bodies has been shot on sight.” The promoted E.V.O rookies adds, “You sure they didn’t want us all to rush the bridge?”“No. I’m afraid it was just me she wanted to cross. Any more people and we’re liable to push the enemy into doing something drastic. You guys are to stay here and keep anyone from fleeing.” You explain before turning to face the captain. “As for why me? I’m afraid that’s something only the Inquisitor knows. I will say that the previous squad did allow me to find most of our enemy’s traps. I must admit that even one is enough to take me out. But you don’t need to believe that I’ll make it just that I have not plans on dying right now. Whether I survive or not, part of being an adventurer is having to find out. Now if you don’t mind I have a bridge to cross.” You adjust your cuffs and draw your cloak around your body before flashing a smile and drawing the hood over your head. “Allons y…” You mutter as you turn and start to push through the crowd. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you as they part to let you pass. You can feel your heart rate pick up slightly and you wonder if you would have felt this way had your career truly taken off. Pro teams always stood before the crowd right before the match. You had never played before a crowd before and the several hundred stream viewers always felt so distant compared to everyone around you now. Then again, you never hyped yourself up this much when you did play professionally. Putting on a persona always seemed like too much effort and wasted energy when you could be focusing with your team and practicing. Yet here you were, acting like you were some kind of super player. Did everyone expect you to fail? Did they want you to? You weren’t sure but part of you couldn’t help but feel eager to see how they would react if you did succeed and that seemed to help balance your nerves.
>>6431576>Search around for something to help. The workers must have something to work in the heat here. Otherwise the heat will put you all at a disadvantage.
>>6431576>Search around for something to help. The workers must have something to work in the heat here. Otherwise the heat will put you all at a disadvantage. No point getting to the destination if we're too weakened to do anything once we're there.
>>6431688>Is there anything directly underneath the windows?The transport belts that lead into furnace. This section of the floor is where workers separate any chunks of rock and ore that managed to escape being crushed into melt able material. Giant Crucibles and vats for the melted are further down the line on the other end of the forges. It would be possible to knock someone into them and it's likely that the players would need to wander over there to make sure any workers on that part of the line are doing their job but you'd have to wait or lure them over. It should also be noted that if you kill anyone in this manner their loot will also be in said molten ore.
>>6431576>>6431869>Don't waste time searching, sneak in and dunk as many of them into vats before they catch on.If we waste too much time searching the rearguard will get pincered by the patrols.I'd rather lose the loot and get a few guaranteed kills and fight through the heat. It'll make it easier for the workers to coordinate if we're clearly different from the guards.
You got hit by a truck and were about to be reincarnated into a different world, but the goddess you met in the afterlife was actually a huge pervert!?She was so depraved that she wanted to have a loving family with you!Also you had a harem of slaves. But they're all consenting and into it so it wasn't bad. It was clear that Herta, your first wife and the Goddess of Creation, was projecting her fetishes when she made the world. So you had to deal with the planet being mostly comprised of women that were desperate to have babies in a loving family.Masochism wasn't unheard of when it came to women, with a large (and vocal) minority making it obvious that pain was their pleasure. Again, you had Herta to blame for that.Not the worst place to get isekai'd into, all things considered.Your name is John Doe. You have tons of beautiful wives that would happily follow your whims. You could make cool crap thanks your Lunacy Savantae; a type of madness/hyper-focus that let you build things that defied the laws of physics. From mechs to robots to more mundane things like typewriters and radios (even though the latter two already existed, the fact that a Savant created them apparently made them pretty desireable), all of it was possible so long as Herta gave you divine inspiration.Life was good.===
Welcome back NotIseQM >>6409651>They deserved some more money for how much they've helped. (How much will you give to each of them?)Give them each 30 gold if they want some jewelry we can buy some later>>6409660>Both you and Aldaron would look at the pets with Aila and Elleth.Well if its something important it still could talked
>>6409663Oh we are in fantasy Switzerland
>>6409650Welcome back QM>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come here>>6409660>Talk with Aldaron in private.Clearly he wants to so we probably should>>6409662Damn we have a lot of real estate, we gotta get city state maxxing soon.
>>6409924>We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come hereAbsolute poor behavior, both in spirit and action.
>>6409660>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.>Talk with Aldaron in private.
ORThat Time I Got Isekai'd Into Game Of Thrones As Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the RealmWarm... Moist, and warm...I thought death was supposed to feel cold. It's warm, though- warm, and moist, and soft.My back hurts.I must have died though, else why would I have gone from feeling cool and content to warm so suddenly? It was not like exiting an air-conditioned building into a summer day, no, the change was much more stark. There was no transitory sensation of cool to warm, even a quick one. It just changed: I was in my car, and now I'm somewhere else.Gods, but death smells foul.Gods? I don't believe in any God, much less a pantheon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> “I- There’s no excuse, your grace! I should have had Rowan or Phoebe or- I’m sorry, but it was the COMET, grace. Forgive your simple maids for taking notice!”“You are all forgiven, Priscilla. Please just- take me to my bed, and reheat the kettle.”My words seem to relieve Priscilla somewhat, and she hurriedly gets her broad shoulder under my own arm, nearly lifting me up off the ground as she carries me back to my bed. When we enter my bedchamber, we encounter Phoebe and Rowan, who seemed to have been hurrying into the privy. > “What happened? Is his grace alright?”Phoebe asks urgently, seeing Priscilla carrying me no doubt deepening her concern.> “T’was nothing, child- his grace just gave me a small fright. She must have screamed when she found me, it’s the only explanation for why the sum total of my apartment maids are congregating in my chamber. Strong as Priscilla is, she’s also gentle, and deftly lays me back on my mattress with all the Mother’s tender grace, not causing any new pains or aches in the effort. She leaves my bedside to start another kettle.> “Even still, perhaps we ought to summon Maester Pycelle. Phoebe, would you fetch him?”Priscilla muses as she starts the draught.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rowan pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes and stroking my head. Of all my maidservants, Rowan is second only to Phoebe in comely features(and truly only because of the larger endowments the Maid and Mother saw fit to bestow the latter). Rowan’s smooth, olive skin and auburn hair suggest a heritage from across the Narrow Sea, or perhaps even Dorne. Truth be told, all of my maidservants torment me, having become much less restrained with their particular charms and flirtations ever since their boy king fell off of the wall and stopped treating them with such disaffected cruelty. I recall several instances of having cornered some of them, fondling them over their clothes, ogling them and making crude remarks from back when this body did not belong to me, and though they played the part of the eager maiden well enough, Joffrey seemed to be aware that they knew acting otherwise would spell a speedy dismissal- or worse.For my part, I have made every effort to restrain myself from anything beyond gallant courtesies, remarking on their beauty in a distant, gentle manner before moving the subject along, never giving into temptation. I swear it on my mother’s life.They have not been making it easy, though- it may be that their king’s sudden disinterest in molesting them has given them anxieties as to the security of their station, and some of them have taken to ramping up their wiles. Would that my back was not injured, I still have trepidations about engaging in any sort of illicit indulgences, although I am at a loss to explain why. Is it the imbalance of power in the arrangement? The fact that this body does not belong to me and is hardly thirteen to boot? Perhaps it is only that Martin Carter’s timidness around the fairer sex is one aspect of the old life that has kept with me.In any case, I am in no state to tumble my maids, even if I desired to. My back aches worse than it ever had before, there is a seeping chill in my bones that refuses to be coaxed out by even this heavy quilt, and the vision in the privy still occupies my mind. These past few weeks, my nights have not only been free of maidservant sexual abuse, they have also been free of those vivid and disturbing dreams that plagued my first two nights in Westeros. At first, I had considered the tinctures I imbibed in to help my sleep might have contributed to my nightmares, but on the third night I had slept as peacefully as a babe, and on the fourth night I rested even better. By the end of my first week, I could hardly remember the dreams at all, though I still keep well away from the Godswood.
This dream, though… it was different, and not just because it was a waking dream. The sheer black against the potent red, like I was standing simultaneously within a blaze and its stark shadow makes me shudder just to recall it. Even with the shadow advancing toward me, threatening to swallow me up, the worst part was still the comet revealed, hatefully iridescent atop a column of black cloud. Tomorrow, those around me will point up and call it “Joffrey’s Comet” and say that it is a good omen for my long reign to ingratiate themselves to me. My uncle Stannis will be told by his red woman that it is a herald for the return of the legendary Azor Ahai, living in his own flesh. The Northmen will look to it as a promise from their Old Gods of vengeance for Ned Stark, and their rivals the Iron Islanders shall say that it is their Drowned God calling them to war. Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen shall burn everything that is precious to her and emerge from the embers with three living dragons, perhaps this very evening. The milk of the poppy does little to ease my back, but perhaps I am only impatient. I sip it down, savoring the hot liquid, which does at least begin to thaw my chilled body from within. Priscilla, Phoebe, and Rowan offer a final temptation- merely to sit at my bedside and keep me company while I drift to sleep, but I give them their leave, not unkindly. My head swimming pleasantly, I stare up at my ceiling, my feather mattress and downy pillow threatening to swallow me up in the most comforting manner possible. Tomorrow is my name day, I remember. I’ll have to pardon Ser Dontos, or better yet, keep him from participating altogether. No need to put Lady Sansa on that nonce’s radar. The parade is of my own design, and so I have no clue what shall transpire there, but so long as I keep my dog close at hand, and my stags, I don’t anticipate any trouble. My uncle Tyrion shall be making his return as the acting Hand of the King. I do not know what I shall do about Tyrion. He would be a powerful ally, and I quite like the man, but he is dangerously clever. I’ve been anxious about his arrival for many days now and have ruminated on how I shall handle him in this very bed shortly before sleep has taken me.
I tire of plotting, though, and for the first time since I have assumed the role of King Joffrey Baratheon, I take a moment to recall my former life- to really remember. I am Martin Carver(or was it Carter?), a 32 year old accountant, now deceased. My father passed away when I was in high school, and my mother, now old in her years, never remarried. How cruel, that old life, to force such a warm and caring woman to outlive both her husband and son. My only comfort- and sadness- is knowing how few shall miss me as dearly as she will. I have had involvements with a handful women in my time, but none broached the sort of passion that overcomes the tedium and inconvenience that so many modern relationships seem to fall victim to. They will be sad, I’m sure, to hear of my passing, but only just sad. No children, no true friends, no lovers- only an old woman to mourn me, who died in the sunset of his youth. An unimpressive youth to be sure, but if I had the choice, I would surely return to my original life than linger in this new one.Why am I here? Why Joffrey? Of all the men to be spirited away from reality and placed into this low fantasy epic, the cosmic powers could have done a far sight better than Heinz Canning Plant Accountant Martin Carver. I have never, in my old life, had any authority beyond a clerical management position, I’ve never swung a real sword with the intent to kill, and I’ve certainly never had other people truly want me killed. Admittedly, I am not unhappy, either. How exciting, to be at the head of such a complex apparatus, to live and breathe this world that has fascinated me for so long, and to have an opportunity to change its course. Until the Father, or the Red God, or Old Gods, or the Stranger-blessed Many-Faced God appear before me to tell me my purpose, I shall continue to strive to change the fate of this world and those within it. Let them tell of Joffrey the Unmad, who forgave the girl that pushed him off the wall of the Red Keep, who put his cruelest advocates to the sword and who made concord with the King in the North and his pretender uncles both and marched an army of Southerlin warriors to the wall to stay the onslaught of the true enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, the hated Others. Let the wildlings beyond the wall that forswear their raiding to occupy the gift, let the Dornishmen have their revenge against Ser Clegane, and even Lord Tywin if it please them, and have my Stags scour the Seven Kingdoms for Tysha, that she be reunited with uncle Tyrion, and let all of the children of Eddard be found and returned to their lady mother Catelyn Stark. Let Roose Bolton and his bastard hang, let the Iron Islands be subjugated once more, let the Nights Watch flourish with an invigorated manpower not seen for thousands of years. When Daenarys Targaryn should finally find her way to Westeros, let her come upon a realm of peace and prosperity that she dare not threaten with her war to reclaim her dynasty.
Silly, sweet dreams, I tell myself, my eyes closing.When sleep finally takes me, I find my dreams become even sweeter.>>>6424526
Past Thread: >>6358928Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=MissvalGeneral Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/76f3BmBxTwitter/X account for important announcements, contact and stuff: https://x.com/MissvalQM (I’m also in the /qst/ discord)—---------Your name is Shelly Suzume. You are, were, a Huntress from Haven Academy. A lot of things have happened to you. Apparently, you were the recent victim of what could be considered an 'accident,' where you fell into a contaminated Grimm pool. You died, of course. Quite a few times, actually. Fortunately for you, an enigmatic girl with powers related to life and death was there, helping you out along the way.After the fifth or sixth death you were finally stable enough to stay alive. However, your body is changed now as a result. You have a pair of malformed, small wings on your back, a tough, slimy Grimm left arm, and some quite unsightly veins that extend towards your left eye. Other than that? You look quite good! Mostly. (Being positive here is quite helpful.)Saying you're now half-Grimm would be… difficult to justify. You can feel what they feel, in the sense that you can sense negative emotions just like they do, and, in a sense, you're drawn towards them. You feel what they feel. Fortunately, you still have a conscious mind protecting you from going fully feral.Your Semblance works, somewhat. However, it appears that you can't use it without overloading your targets with a certain… energy that is quite painful and violent. You can't control it yet, but, well, at least you're alive, right?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"This is where we part ways, missy." The man spoke up suddenly, hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched forward. That was... unexpected. You had been bracing yourself to cut him loose, knowing full well he wouldn't last long if it came to a fight with Sora and Taylor in the mix."Oh. I thought you wanted to keep an eye on me?" That genuinely caught you off guard. Was this a ruse?"I do, a little. But babysitting's not really my thing." He shrugged lazily. "I've got my own reasons for being in this city and things I need to look into. You seem... fine enough on your own for now. I've still got a list of questions for you, but they can wait." He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "Stay out of trouble, pipsqueak. And expect me to turn up when you least want me to." He started walking away, back towards the heart of the city, just as you crossed through the gates separating the market district from the noble one.You watched him go in silence. He stopped, not turning around fully, still slouched. "What, no tearful goodbye? No 'come back safe'? Nothing?""No." That was your only answer. Cerise stood quietly beside you, watching the both of you."Huh. Cold. Really selling that whole 'not a monster' argument, Shelly." He spoke with sarcasm."Keep walking." You turned your back on him."Geez. With an attitude like that, no wonder your friends moved. Probably didn't want you showing up on their doorstep."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Does that imply you no longer consider me human?"You kept walking in silence through the misty, still streets of the noble district. What could you say to that? She was human, but not entirely. Was she?"I suppose I do consider you human." You didn't fully believe it as you said it. It felt off somehow."Then you would be wrong, Miss Shelly. I don't consider myself human anymore. Humans eat. Humans sleep. Humans feel." A brief pause. "I don't do most of those things well.""What do you consider yourself, then?" You glanced over at her. She was looking to the side, taking in the district around her, as though turning something over quietly in her mind."I don't know." She answered after a few seconds of quiet. Silence settled over the two of you again. If she didn't consider herself human, then how would you consider yourself?---After another few minutes of walking through streets utterly devoid of life, save for the faint, distant impression of someone watching from far away, most likely the Huntsman, you arrived at the address the drone had given you earlier. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 2, 3 = 8 (3d10)>>6429983
Rolled 6, 8, 7 = 21 (3d10)>>6429983
Rolled 3, 3, 8 = 14 (3d10)>>6429983
>It is February 7nth of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Previous Thread>>6382068>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
Rolled 54, 12 + 10 = 76 (2d100 + 10)>>6430323
Rolled 52, 38 + 10 = 100 (2d100 + 10)>>6430323
Rolled 80, 25 + 10 = 115 (2d100 + 10)>>6430323
>>6430323>>6430446>>6430514>>6431602>Perception = 98 [Majour Success]Launching off the catapult, You strike the lever forward, boosting dead on ahead as you grit your teeth.The launch will be noticed, but if you moved too fast for heat sensors to track...You immediately locked in the One-Armed GINN, it furtively trying to close the gap across the frozen split debris of the Colony, right as it notices you back."Mayano, what's the big idea?!" You call out to them, as the GINN moved further into the debris, trying to use the collision hazards as a screen to stop your approach.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 14, 80 = 94 (2d100)>>6429452The aged politician could not believe his eyes, his daughter... Well-put together in the Uniform of the enemy.And a colluding recording, a pledge of allegiance that had been made back in those accursed colonies.How could she do this to him?! This would ruin his reputation if word came out!"I believe your sensors caught on... That small blip you may see is none other than the Mind-Killer of Endymion" The White Phantom threatened lightly at the tension as the expertise aboard the Montgomery noticed two figures flanking the formation."This is a clear violation of the terms of negotiation... Tell the Archangel to prepare another live-feed threat." The Captain of the Montgomery moved to properly counter the push as the transmission was muted from the Vesalius."Ah... But I have a demand in exchange of letting go of this... Willing Girl who understood our plight." Le Creuset opened in as the senior Allster befell the demure look in his daughter's eyes "Concede the Girl and the Archangel 's vessel, weapons and crew to me. Then, we can exchange your daughter in amicable terms."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6365137>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/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432215>Equatorial GuineaThey speak spanish though. Its like comparing english to Dutch
>>6432227Speaking Dutch from English is super easy though. Just burn your tongue really badly and get drunk then try to speak English. Instant Dutch.
>>6432250>>6432250>>6432250Final update for the current thread of of Fog of War
>>6431671Can be any word, as long as it's loud enough>yfw you hear a man yelling "FUCK" at the summit all the way from base camp>tell the sherpas to prepare for a mass casualty event
>>6429089I am hitting my brain with a spray bottle for it, but... The current deliberations about a justice system in the FNV: No Gods No Masters quest really makes me want to run a game about a hypothetical New Vegas (post-Battle of Hoover 2 Nuclear Boogaloo) where the Courier (or House) has instituted a 'suicide squad' style prison labor program, with explosive collars on inmates that get sent on dangerous jobs under the remote supervision of Yes Man. I have a vivid image of a POW Decanus, a Great Khan chemist, a Fiend experiencing drug withdrawal, and burglar that attempted to heist The Tops' vault (maybe Dean Domino, actually) all have to work together to survive the raid of a Brotherhood of Steel bunker (or maybe something else - Enclave lab, NCR weapons depot, whatever). I think that would be really good. But I already got aches in my hands this week from the long ass After-Bloom updates.
You are a valiant KNIGHT who has been tasked by your cool and nice KING to find and deliver to him several pieces of DELICIOUS CANDY from the RIDGE KINGDOM.Your honorable quest for confections has been thwarted, however, by this large and rather inconvenient wall. Whatever shall you do?
>>6408451Make the fairy human sized>>6408455Just make the sword big and then return it back to normal
Fuck it. If things get awry we could just make the jar that had her or our empty bottle bigger and trap her again in it
go past the bridge
>>6408451Ask where next candy is to fairy companion, if shaking the fairy makes her vexed, convince her to shake herself.
>>6409099Kek, nice work anon
Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses."Whoo! Take it off!" Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top."When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head."You going to help me or-?"The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.As for you.>What class are you?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418303From he way they were talking it seemed it was the first time
>>6418309And he hit her with the 26 right out of the gate, talk about a good first impression. Also I amend my previous statement. He is in fact a fighter-barbarian according to OP. A battlemaster considering he was using manoeuvres. Odd combo but it seems to be effective so far.
>>6412930>>6413460>>6414367You lean back against him, feeling hard pectoral muscles against your back. Walk? Definitely. You're a barbarian. Walk without your thighs quivering and knees knocking? Definitely not."No, no I don't think so. Carry me.""Bossy." He pinches your butt again, when you turn your head to complain he kisses you, one hand sliding up your midriff to palm your left breast, kneading it slowly in time with the movements of your mouths. You lose track of time, but just before you think he's about to take you again he pinches your nipple. You squeak involuntarily, bastard caught you by surprise."Come on, let's head back." He says.---Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418311Level 4 fighter, Battlemaster, level 1 barbarian.
>>6420040Go on.....
Nar Shadda, The Smugglers Moon. The Gateway to the underbelly of the Galaxy, where millions come every day to engage in the perverse pleasures that Hutt space offers. 50 million statutes are broken each half hour, that is, they would be, if there were any real laws. Everything is a gang on Nar Shadda, from the biggest Casinos to the most run down Spice houses. Everything and everyone can be shipped, purchased, or stolen here. It's Sometimes Called the "One Honest Ecumenopolis" as it does not lie. Coruscant, Hosnian Prime, Denon, they lie. They pretend all the luxury just spouts up from the ground, ignorant or oblivious to the untold suffering to get a single bolt of cloth or drop of water to their planet. They turn a blind eye or sightspot or feeler from the poverty that exists to make living easy. Nar Shadda has terrible air, a desperate clinging ecosystem, and the most shot to pieces water cycle for several Lightyears. Everything edible to all but the most diseased mutant junkie or bottom layer dwelling savage comes in through the space ports, where it is distributed from each according to their wealth, according to their greed. Other planets ignore the savagery of sentient and sapient life, nevermind the killing and slaughter, but Nar Shadda Doesn't. Why Pretend that Kaleesh and Wookies And Savrips aren't being killed for hides, despite obvious sentience? While Coruscant would deny these Cruelties, Nar Shadda would sell them a gun to blow the brains out of the Huk, Trandoshan, and Human oppressor, for a reasonable price.Nar Shadda is Hutt Space. Hutt Space is Nar Shadda. Hutt Space is just a reflection of the universe, it has always been here and it will never die. It will never be conquered, and it will never change.And, Just your luck, you were born here. And by the way the next 15 minutes are looking, you'll probably die here.
>>6408328Racing to the nearby Sabacc tables, you scan for any chips or tokens, but you see none. Sabacc was invented by someone who kept making up rules as they were making it, so they could keep winning. They were also used in cartomancy, and the meaning of each card was "You will lose money to the person telling your fortune". Chips are transferred so fast it would be an exercise in futility to try and move them to their temporary possessors, so the Casino uses electronic tracking for Sabacc bets. After looking a while, you decide to leave, having no luck whatsoever in looting this particular areaMaking your way pretty handily through the smoke filled floor of the chaotic casino, the fleeing and terrified patrons paying you no mind, you continue heading towards the Pazaak tables. Pazaak has tangible chips in play, as it is slower, more beginner friendly, and has better house odds. You arrive at the tables and find them deserted, save the active firefight happening between the security forces and the robbers. Taking a good look at the situation, you assess a few things. One-The Security force is heavily outmatched, as they are taking heavy losses and not doing much to the robbers.Two-The Robbers appear well trained and equipped, sharing uniforms, even, to the extent they are aiming more for disabling shots rather than lethal ones, taking more out of the fight.Three-The Robbers do not have any loot on their persons yet.You are now armed with more understanding of the situation What do you wish to do?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6408352>>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a bodyTake a weapon and go
>>6408352>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a body
Stopping thread.I have too much on my plate right now, sorry. over estimated my abilities
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name… don’t wear it out! Feels like it’s been ages since a botched summoning ritual brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness… but you’ve really only been here for a few days–and BOY have you been busy!Your memories? Foggy! A way home? Uncertain! People trying to kill you? Very Yes! To say this new world is treacherous would be an understatement, to say the least, and to make matters worse, an archdevil who calls himself ’RED’ is your best chance at remembering who you were! His price? Slaying THE FOUR LORDS: a kooky quartet of tyrants and beasts who jealously rule their slice of Zoral with an iron fist… or claw… or whatever they have! Having just put an end to the overdue reign of ARCHMAGE TRIER in the never-sleeping city of UMBERAL, your aggressive altruism freed none other than KNODD, Earthmother and god of the land!Juiced up on divine powers and named the first ’CHAMPION OF THE GODS’, your new status attracted the notice of several high-rung folks, chief among them THE STAR-CLOAKS: a clandestine cadre of mages devoted to maintaining order in Zoral, no matter the cost! Weirder still was when you met their Guildmaster: VOLKIR! Volka’s adoptive father and curmudgeon par excellence, the old coot didn’t waste much time in tossing a new crisis your way: per what you heard from Trier, there’s a SIEGE headed to CROSSROADS! Who’s planning it and why? The details are foggy, but who better than you is there to help save the day?Having just acquired several Emergency Supply caches for the city from a pair of Spice Cartel Holdouts, you turn your heroic attention towards your next task: investigating a group of HEDGE MAGES holed up in one of Crossroads’ many parks… and maybe even recruiting them to your side! With the trade hub bursting at the seams from civil unrest and outside influence, you can use all the help you can get your mitts on… something tells you this ain’t gonna be easy!Making your way across a rapidly-deteriorating city, THIS is where your story continues…NEW DIVINITY-POWERED THREAD THEME!https://youtu.be/p4Z96WwZrL0
(not really sure what I wanna do this round, does anyone need a heal or a blink? Otherwise I am torn between piling on Obag or helping Leedle with that cluster of fucks...)
>>6432076[I think I could use some help killing OBAG, because he's got a lot of health. I don't really know if he can swing his sword real good since we're wrassling rn]
Rolled 2, 3 + 1 = 6 (2d4 + 1)>>6431871"witnesssssssss deatthhhhhhhhh...">MOVE TO D9>CAST STINGING SWARM ON CAPTAIN OBAG
>>6432280Evil as I am, I'm gonna ask a clarifying question here: can you give me the exact squares you wanna cast Stinging Swarm? I ask because I think BEATS might be in range of getting Swarm'd if you don't plan it right
>>6432281D8, C8, B8
