You were just a regular peasant woman in a small village in the frontier. One night, you were snatched out of your bed, gagged and dragged into a cave. You thought some horrible monster was going to eat you, but instead a group of figures wearing black robes put you in the center of magic circle and chanted. You felt hypnotized and soon realized that they had done something to your mind. You woke up outside the village the next day and walked home. In your mind you knew that you gained the power to cast some dangerous dark magic! You can hear voices inside your head telling you to do things, horrible unspeakable deed...
>>6329782>>6329918>>6330365You go back to sleep, and you sleep surprisingly well despite the scrapping sound.In the morning, there are only piles of bones outside your door.Seems like the magic of the temple animates undead at night! What will you do with this knowledge?> Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night> Abandon this cursed placeComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6330585> Get a few bones, perhaps just a skull, and see if they will animate inside your room tonightA talking skull buddy would be pretty nice, maybe even someone we could learn from
>>6330585>Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night
>>6330602>>6330655You go out to forage but make sure to return before dark. You then rummage through the bones until you find an unblemished skull.You bring it with you into the room with the beds and leave it on top of one of them.After a few hours you hear a loud scream."I'm alive! I'm alive again! Where... where is my body? Oh no! I'm still dead...""What are you?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6331102> Go to sleep and tomorrow you get the ruby
Good sirs and noble ladies, I know, I know, I should have been here in october but I am late like Charles de Valois when repaying his debts ! Such is life I would say, life is full of trials, more work, writer's block, a broken computer, heh, God puts trials on our way so we can overcome them in the most chivalric way. So ride on, let us go back on saddle and ride with Charles de Villeroi, our gallant hero, who has just left the capital to go to Tradnod, to give the duchess of these lands the locket that she has lost and that he has found after vanquishing awful men made of wood and other foul witchcraft.For those who are new in our crowd, worry not, for I have here all the links to the previous scrolls detailing the adventures of Lord Charles de Villeroi.>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5085315/ thread 1>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5134375/ thread 2>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5194246/ thread 3>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5314154/ thread 4>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 5>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 6>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 7>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 8>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5702984/ thread 9>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5785267/ thread 10>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5920163/ thread 11>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6011182/ thread 12Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348660Brother Louis, who was older, rose an eyebrow but instead of scolding him, poured himself more wine, he seemed not to be so reactive after many bottles. Elana yawned cutely. She looked at you reddening and laughing sometimes. Then looked at her mug. But she seemed too drunk to care. So there was you, Sir Abov Average, his brother Bellow, and Sir Swede Neutralsson who now had bandages around the head who were in their right minds. Sir Swede told.-When he will learn this, my father will be sooo furious... By the gods of the heavens... He will say that I sullied the family name by brawling...You told him chivalrically.-I will tell that it was all my fault... All my fault.. Innkeeper... One more keg of wine, and not some piss from the Rhône Valley...Yes, perhaps indians did not knew what was the Rhône valley but you did not care. You looked at the three other young men and decided to begin to discuss important matters that could only be discussed when totally drunk. It was.>The mores of the wenches in the public baths around here. And their assets.>Explaining them all about your first love that you met on a castle on the road to Reims and how it ended poorly.>Ask them if humans have truely free will in God's Plan and if India is the way it is because of God's will.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348662>Ask them if humans have truely free will in God's Plan and if India is the way it is because of God's will.
>>6348662>Explain them the necessity of a huge feudal reaction to put the land owning nobility back in charge of absolutely everything in this realm.
>>6348662>>The mores of the wenches in the public baths around here. And their assets.
>>6348662>>Explain them the necessity of a huge feudal reaction to put the land owning nobility back in charge of absolutely everything in this realm.
You are a thrall, a slave, bonded to the house of the Chieftain of this village in order to pay off your late uncle's debts, under whose scornful eye and ready hand you had been formerly raised. Though the debts are formidable, your labors these past seven years have diminished them to the point where a release seems no longer impossible. You cannot claim that it was by your diligence alone that this was accomplished; the Chieftain's generosity also played a substantial part. He took you into his own home, to serve as a companion for his only son, and has always dealt fairly with you as he does with all his subordinates. Indeed, he seems more eager to see you freed from bondage than perhaps even yourself. And it is that sentiment, along with a hundred other kindnesses he has shown you during your time of service, that compels you to remain with his house, even after your freedom is achieved.It is an outcome not entirely unwanted by the Chieftain either, for your service has revealed the possession of certain worthy talents.>You have a natural genius for sword-skill. A quickness of eye and hand that are unmatched in the village, which you have developed into a kind of preternatural sixth sense for danger.>You have a gift for making others feel at ease. Your good looks and skill as a raconteur are contributing factors, but it is your naturally sunny disposition that charms all who meet you.>You have a prodigious gift for symbols, figures, and other abstractions. Your sense of measure is especially keen, making you an ideal craftsman, shipbuilder, or even sailor
>>6342145thanks. I have been enjoying the quest so far. I like the style of writing.
>>6342145Take your time, happy holidays everyone <3
>>6342145uhh op?
>>6348203Hopefully it returns in January....
OP here once again. Still kicking. Just waiting for holidays to start again. But I gotta say this new captcha is a nightmare for me.
Somewhere in the southeastern United States is a small town named Whispering Oaks. The town has a population of roughly 10,000 people and it’s situated about an hour’s (assuming good traffic) drive away from the nearest big city. There’s nothing particularly special about this small town that sets it apart from the rest, but it’s your small town. It’s where you were born and raised, and it’s where your family’s planted their roots. It’s an off year. The president was elected last year and the midterms are the year after this, so there’s not much in the news right now, election wise…except in Whispering Oaks. Not only is every seat in the city council scheduled for re-election, but so too is the mayor. You’ve thought about it for a while, but now you’ve decided: this year, you will run for mayor, challenging the sitting one.But first, we must figure out some key things about you. It should be noted that some of these factors will influence your chances of getting elected.>Name.>Age. (Must be 18+)>Sex.>Occupation. (Can have multiple)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347378Locking this one in since it’s the only answer.
>>6347737'Tis the season for slow responses. Don't take it to heart, QM.
Due to factors both internal and external, I don’t think I’m capable or willing to continue this quest any more. My apologies to anyone who made it tho far.
>>6348950Damn. Well, okay. Thanks for letting us know.
>>6348950No worries. Good luck next time QM.
aight i have to take a long ass bus tomorrow sofubukanon plz react to what sammie posts, and if sammie has to then react to fubukanon againellie can too, dunno what she'd do though lelpostin once i get there! with some luck we end day 1 tomorrow
>>6349080Take a deep breath and walk out the corner>"S-sorry. I did not know what the stalker wants so I was trying to make a scene and see how she reacts. I-I also didn't want that to happen..."as for Ellie's question>shake headbut do tell that you get to read the contents (bar for the drawing because she totally have conflicted feelings about that). Use the another notepad for things not stories to roughly gesture what is written down theretell them that girl has probably been stalking us since we arrived the city, and look out for a person named Himari, might be an informant to the stalkersay that there are few other magical girls around but don't tell the names or we will be suspiciousthen start moving stuff along with Fubuka's stuff
>>6349143we roleplaying among ourselves now lol?speaking of which happy holidaysss everyoneeeeeee QM have a safe trip
fubukanon if you wanna exert violence let us roll pa and con rolls lol
>>6349147ok I think I gonna pull a Taravia piercing timespace with spear it's still noon in Londonditch thislet this happen>rush out on reflex but see Fubuka being nearer, hesitates while out of cover>eh>sees Fubuka>"S-sorry..."
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Politely saying everything had gone to shit. King Varian in his melancholy and delusion had arrested Prince Alric for what he saw in Alric's part in Lady Katrana Prestor's attempt to wrestle the control of the Kingdom of Stormwind to herself. In reality Alric had been the voice of reason and tried to negotiate a peaceful solution to all this.What had followed was a swift counter-coup and Malevus found herself being chased by a bunch of thugs wearing the King's tabards. Danger, intrigue and diplomacy filled her days as she was steadfast in her mission to rescue Alric.And now she is on her way to the Stormwind Keep, into the Lion's Den to rescue the man she loves so much.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Stretching your back, you felt the stress of a couple past days and weeks to slightly lift away.“I will go to Jaina.” Malevus said to you.“Yeah, do that. I will talk with the others.” You replied. “See you later.”She smiled and you felt your heart skip a beat. Not really, but figuratively, by the Light she is so perfect. But now a bit more politics and talks, Malevus could wait a bit more.Walking back to where Terenas and the Speaker had been sitting this whole time, you found them talking with Daelin who was sitting on the table.“Two to three days.” Daelin said to them. “The rigging are a mess, but you cut them loose and that should release the ships.”“I hope we have enough rope at hand…” The Speaker said back to him. “If not, we can lend what we can spare from our ships.”“That should be enough.” Daelin said and looked at you. “We were talking about the ships, a blasted storm it was. It is like the world telling us to stay in Stormwind City, don't know what we have done to be punished like this.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349204>Ask Terenas about the letter Major Reginald had you deliver to him. Why the secrecy?>If the House of Nobles need help, you are fairly sure Alterac can help them.>How far exactly the Southfield Estate is from the City, couldn't it act as your embassy?>Other, write in>Don't approach Daelin, not now and not about this.>Mention Tandred clearly having a crush on Malevus. His father should know.>Ask Daelin if he blames you for Arthas and Jaina not getting married. If he wants to blame you, you don't mind.>You are sorry that things went like they did with Arthas and Jaina. You were genuinely happy for them when you heard the news.>Other, write in.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349205>>How far exactly the Southfield Estate is from the City, couldn't it act as your embassy?>Mention Tandred clearly having a crush on Malevus. His father should know.>Ask Daelin if he blames you for Arthas and Jaina not getting married. If he wants to blame you, you don't mind.
>>6349205Well that should help Beve. I kind of forget if I had any other ideas for him. Certainly with extra days in Stormwind nows the time. Does Alric want to know how King Perenolde died? What exactly he was thinking when he promised future votes in Alterac's benefit? Discussing Strahnbrad? The Alteraci in Capital City. Advice on dealing with the Barovs or just a good word?>>Ask Terenas about the letter Major Reginald had you deliver to him. Why the secrecy?>>If the House of Nobles need help, you are fairly sure Alterac can help them.>>How far exactly the Southfield Estate is from the City, couldn't it act as your embassy?>>Other, write inRequest the cooperation of the Regional Defenders under Reginald in clearing the Trolls. Opens up the Darrowmere River for trade to Andorhal, Caer Darrow, etc. If Strahnbrad was under attack it would be a way for the southern RD to reinforce without having to go through the ogre defenses at Gallow's Corner. I could probably throw up a couple other reasons if need be.>Ask Daelin if he blames you for Arthas and Jaina not getting married. If he wants to blame you, you don't mind.I feel like Alric would say this.
>>6349205>Ask Terenas about the letter Major Reginald had you deliver to him. Why the secrecy?>Don't approach Daelin, not now and not about this.
Last time, the highly anticipated return of the Kingdom of Coziness is here. Its newer two residents are your queen (Lydie) and your maid (Kushi)! The comfy lands (Beth’s bed) are being enjoyed together under the stars (a tent in the backyard). You’re feasting together with cake and tea! “As requested, esteemed Chef Ando.” Kushi hands over a big tray with all the items you asked for. “Please, serve yourself some. There’s cake aplenty.” You’re a magnanimous king. Your goods are the Kingdom’s goods. “As I said, join us!”“Very well.” Kushi doesn’t mind eating even more cake, better with you by her side. The entire group is on the bed now.“Dear Maid, you implied there’s something that you want from my precious gem no matter what. Pray tell?” Lydie doesn’t forget any details.“Look at how I’m dressed for five seconds, and take a guess. Even if I prefer if you don’t.” Maid Kushi is a little upset to explain as she covers herself with her arms. “You want to embarrass me even more, don’t you?”“No, no, no! I want to learn more about you. Beauty is expressed in different ways, and I want to learn yours. You’ve been a revelation so far!” Lydie doesn’t mean anything bad by it.“Only he can fulfill this role.” Kushi refuses to say more.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The darkness from the tent calls once again, Beth’s pressure is felt by everyone, your time with your teacher is soon coming to an end…“I love you too, and I don’t mind, but…” You pat the head of the comfy woman.“I know… I can hear Beth’s voice...” Nina pouts. She can be a little childish every now and then.“It’s my turn…” Beth snaps her fingers for the final time for the night(?)…From the darkness, the mastermind behind it all shows up!“My beloveds, did you have fun?” Beth giggles as she steps forward.“No need to ask!” You wink. The former prisoner smiles back.“Indeed. Look at the smile on you two, mainly this adorable woman’s.” Beth teases the maid. “You’ve behaved well, just one last step left.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6332574After so many love sessions, you were spent, and let the world of dreams take you away. Then reality violently brings you back! Well, not that violently since you’re cuddling with Beth, it’s early morning, for some reason your phone is noisy enough to wake you up. There’s a message from Celia, it’s about the date. You can’t forget your promise. The Calamity Cola will come up clutch for today…Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you next time!
>>6332575Thanks for running!
>>6332575Thanks for running
>>6332575Thanks for running! Next time, could you add bush?
It is the chirping of the birds which first jolts you from your stupor, proudly sitting upon their trees, singing jollies to and fro of the merry morning lights. You, who had found no rest, no shut eyes throughout the night, take it simply as an ringing pain on your head. For though you had momentarily found yourself lacking in cognition, it was not rest which you had felt, but a lapse in concentration, a departure of your thinking to some state of sickly torpor.You had not slept for the entire night, and certainly, it hath given no benefit to your condition. But then again, how could you, with the challenges that you faced?You are Alessandro Galliota, the Viscount of Portblanc. That much you can be sure of, even in your sorry state...you, who had been brought here to this land of Nera, this distant land from your own, by your great liege Don Carles IV Brascarams. You had come here to wage war in the name of the Spisa family, allied to your country, against the forces of the Fortelli, friendly to your foe. You had launched a campaign throughout their borderlands, partaken in a siege, and most of all, you had faced a force far mightier than yours, many times greater in both number and capability, aided by scores of Himmmerian Giants, those most fearful of enemies of the human race. For a whole day, you had succesfully fought them of, and, shattering the bridge which they sought to take in an pivotal moment, you had sunk to the depths of the river hundreds of their men. You escaped death, too, by a hair's breadth, when the infamous Famiglia, those mighty knights of Nera, armed with beastly amazonian mounts, had been able to momentarily breach your formation. It was only by bidding your musketeers to fire upon them even as they fought your own men that you had survived, though at the cost of your entire retinue. All those things and much many others had happened yesterday, in this battle upon the Vessena. This battle, you are certain, has not ended yet, and it is this which brings you trouble. For today you must seek out victory and find a way to hold your foes at bay until the city of Montechia falls!For now, however, breakfast will have to do. Shaking yourself out of this stasis, you raise yourself from the piece of wood that you had used as a seat for the night. Because you had fled into the grove to make your camp, you did not have the amenities of your lordly tent. Of course, compared to those amongst the soldiery who did not have any tent at all, you were not in a poor state. You order one of your servants to gather up whatever is available for you. What you receive, after some time, is...some bread, and some of the cheap rum that was served to the soldiery. Though it be enough to fill you, you cannot help but feel some manner of bitterness in the knowledge that you stand but a few minutes of travel away from your supply wagons.
>>6348256>>Commno Paintjob (3,500 Imperii)There's no need to splurge. Besides, I'm less interested in aesthetics than sturdiness and fortifications.
>>6348256>Decorated Stucco and Neran-style decorations (7,000 Imperii)Style is gonna be key when we host the wedding. Can't look too poor.
>>6348256>Decorated Stucco and Neran-style decorations (7,000 Imperii)
No update today because I don't want to have to phonepost an update.
Ilvermorny Quest returns after IRL issues! More cute Witches with guns, a destiny, and violence in abundance!OOC: I have been having health issues as well as family health ones. I am sorry. This is not dead, and during the time I felt okay, I ended up with a mega update. Will try to get back to 2-3 smaller updates a week depending on player count.I am doing a rentry for the opening recap, so I don't need two separate posts for it.Recap: https://rentry.co/dtibhta7Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=ilvermorny>Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344931>>Get her to go explore some after classes, just the two of you, ask then.Right now is a place where she can't immediately back away if she's not comfortable with it. Leave it for a while later, and just don't be pushy about it
>>6346476Thank you for checking my stuff out! You too Kektus!
>>6346489>>6346455always m8! thank you for checkin my stuff too
Calling this in a couple of hours if lurkers want to vote.>>6346628Welcome!
I will call it. Thanks to all the voters and lurkers.>>6344950>>6346451>Just keep quite for now. Maybe let her know she can talk if she wants.>>6346476>Let her get somewhere more open; ask. You know these were not from an accident.You have a 97 for exploration and meeting people this week, so I will beginning writing as you hang out with a new person and meet a very interesting woman.
Hi! This is my gay larp story. Please don't laugh at me. It's not quite as fantastical as everything else here but I hope you enjoy it. Decisions will either be from a presented set that can be overridden by popular will at my discretion, or by simple suggestion. Will use d100, applying "Degrees of success" rules that may be familiar to some. For those unfamiliar, rolling a 50 on a dv 40 is 1 degree, 60 2, 70 3, and so forth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IT IS 2026THE "AMERICAN REVOLUTION" FAILED 250 YEARS AGO.YOU HAVE LIVED IN BRITISH OCCUPIED AMERICA FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, AS DID TEN GENERATIONS BEFORE YOU.26 YEARS AGO, A COORDINATED SERIES OF ATTACKS ACROSS NEW YORK, PHILADELPHIA, AND BOSTON LEAD TO PARLIAMENT PASSING THE "ANTI-TERROR AND SECURITY ACT OF 2000", GIVING CROWN POLICE, ROYAL ARMED FORCES, AND THE VARIOUS INTELLIGENCE MINISTRIES BROADER POWERS THAN THEY PREVIOUSLY HELD. SURVEILLANCE IS A FACT OF LIFE. IT IS 8:00 AM ON MONDAY, IN [Boston/NYC/Philadelphia]. YOU HAVE JUST LEFT THE FRONT DOOR TO YOUR HOME/APARTMENT. YOUR SHIFT AT [Retail store/Industrial Facility/Office] IS IN AN HOUR. TODAY YOU WILL [Walk, Take the bus, Take the subway, Take a cab]. THE AIR IS CRISP AND COOL, THE SKY A STEELY GREY. AN URBAN-CAMOUFLAGED ARMORED CAR TURNS LEFT ON THE BLOCK BEFORE YOU, IT'S DIESEL ENGINE WHINING MONSTROUSLY. AS IT PASSES YOU, THE EMPTY PUPIL OF IT'S REMOTELY CONTROLLED 12.7MM TURRET MEETS YOUR GAZE, TRACKING YOU FOR A FEW SHORT SECONDS BEFORE PIVOTING TO REGARD THE POTENTIAL THREATS AHEAD.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6326483I worked in Britain for a few years and, while those decent foods you listed exist, the average Brit consumes the most disgusting and bland slop imaginable for their daily meals. Everything is boiled until it loses all texture and flavor, nothing js seasoned, it is just grim over there. I will concede that they have good baked goods
>>6326497Britain is a globohomo identity wearing the flayed skin of England as a trophy. I've never been to the fatherland, so I can't really comment on how it is now, but almost the whole canon of foods that you will find in supermarkets is derived from English origins. It's literally the "Fish don't see water" meme when talking about English cuisine. It's everywhere and it's the default.
>>6326483Then why arent they eating the good food?
>>6326118Don't be a pussy OP.I demand to be entertained.
>>6327058Indeed, Give me an update or give me death!
Totemists, one of the first lines of defense against the malicious and monstrous, famed slayers of Behemoths which are perhaps the most dangerous examples of such, and bridge to the domains of spirits and magic unseen. The role is not an easy one of course, but it must be done and has been since time before almost all written history.You are Capran, young man of the Four Peaks mountains, pupil of Oranya Skystrike.There has been a lot of unrest on the mountain slopes lately, the issue growing further with each day it seems, but with your teacher still guiding you, there will always be a way to deal with it the trouble.Such as this post mimic, which stands on thin wood-splinter-like legs and angrily spears them into the ground beneath it at the failure of its ambush. You stand nearby your teacher and her friend Heyra, ready and willing to destroy this mimic.Awful thing. You're rather happy you three are the one who found it rather than some poor patrol guard or villager.>Cont
>>6348627Several times your eyes have drifted along his attire to pick out possible totems, active spirit bindings and other such tools of his trade and the footwear is the most obvious tell for his apparel. Some manner of grass spirit? No...too wild, if you have to guess. Definitely a beast. It doesn't seem to give of that sickly energy the water spirit reportedly had, but you can't be too sure. It could be one of the creatures that the Change has influenced.There's some kind of sheathed weapon, maybe another binding, tucked away on his belt. Its very tightly controlled energy but you think it's quite potent. You haven't sensed its kind before, perhaps some kind of enchanted blade then? Its hard to say.Something tucked under his cloak stands out just slightly, the energy not as bright as the possible blade at his side but it's definitely an active binding. Its too reserved and steady to be a feral binding so perhaps a properly pact-bound spirit.Finally, a set of stone rods tethered to his side nearby the possible enchanted blade has a similar energy to the forest. It must be an earth spirit, pact-bound like the other stable energy you sense form beneath his cloak.He rhetorically asks if you can't just guide you through the forest domain and while he could try, maybe even break through the forces of knights for a time, you doubt he'd want to really stir up that kind of chaos if you have to guess by his character so far. You'd like to let him pass the entire way without issue but it's simply not up to you, and no doubt your Lord and Lady are both expecting you to guide him for a meeting. That familiar connection you share with the highest of the court gives affirmation that you suspect correctly.You notify him that you must invite him to have an audience with your rulers, glad to see that he agrees and you waste no time splitting the path so that travel will be short and simple. The knights along the path all feel the silent order you send through the trees and a number of them line up on either side of the clearing so that nothing can be allowed to interrupt as you guide the young Totemist.You do hope the dragons have flown off far enough that they won't notice a possible guest in the forest they might get curious about. No telling what they'd do to someone from the mountains, especially a Totemist.
Update coming tomorrow, 10am EST unless something wild happens
>>6348729>Oranya________________You're up to your neck in all this nonsense and it never seems to end.The dragons, the mimics, the Royal Manarachne, the mutations, this insufferable Change that you can hardly even find the trail of and there's plenty of orders with the pact as leverage from three of the Ladies here on the mountains. You're sure the problem starts at Change and spreads out in a web but you genuinely have no idea how it spreads. You think it must blanket wherever it goes in its own essence, but the way it begins to change things is a mystery. The only way you can really find out for yourself is if you stayed out of the village long enough for it to start influencing you but who knows what that could cause, to yourself and anything around you.You wonder if Master ever had this kind of trouble with things and sigh, remembering how sure he was and that nothing ever stayed a puzzle for long. Wishing won't bring him back but there are times when you would give limbs just to have his help again. Its possible he felt this way too without his own master before him but it's still hard to imagine he ever had this much trouble other than that infernal mimic Behemoth.Mimics...You've seen some before, usually just the boulder-types and something disguised as grass that you easily blasted to bits.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348929You take a drink of your favorite, you'll be needing this soon enough and you'd rather face the day with the curse of sobriety mellowed down.So...two humans, one Totemist, enter the mountain. They're clearly fighting, one dies to the Totemist or the beasts of the mountain. There's a specific kind of power that belonged to the tendrils, most certainly on the scale of being able to fight off a behemoth for a time. You wonder if it was some Leviathan offshoot or maybe it was a spirit that consumed their power, but it's hard to say. You think you saw a flicker of it through the portal but it was gone too fast to really get a good look.And you're here, stuck making reports for the ladies and sending them off. Then you'll be requesting an audience with Hesheza Zahn himself to get to the bottom of all this.You take a swig of your drink again and sigh. You just hoped Capran would be alright.________________>End
Wanted to bust out a quick update before I had to work, so take care anons, I'll be back as soon as I'm able to
Use your knowledge of Cartoons to steal the F-16.What will you do after you've stolen it?
>>6326168IdiotWhat if it stops raining? Then you fall out of the sky
You take the F-16 for a joyride. But sirens blare, and an AA gun shoots you down. The world turns black… until a sliver of light breaks through the darkness.Tearing your eyelids open, you find yourself inside the cockpit of an F-16C Fighting Falcon. Somehow, it carries infinite bullets, 70 missiles, 16 4AAMs, and 5 flares. “Da fuck?” you mutter.Peering out through the canopy, a deep blue sky stretches above you. Below, a shimmering ocean rushes past, dotted with scenic isles.Your confusion deepens. Then, an oddly familiar voice crackles through the radio: “Glad to have you back with us, Mobius 1. This is AWACS SkyEye. I’ll be, once again, serving as your eyes and ears for this mission.”Mobius 1? SkyEye?Aren’t those names from the popular 2001 fighter jet video game Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies, published by Namco for the PlayStation 2? How strangely specific!You remember playing it once on an emulator a couple of years ago. Could it have left such a strong impression that you’re now hallucinating about it, while your real body is presumably tumbling toward Earth inside a burning aircraft?But the feeling of the flight-stick in your grip, the low hum of the engine in your ears, and the warm sun glaring down on your bald scalp all feel too real.Can this be real? Or could this be...Stangereal! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6331267Strafe an Arabian wedding, or an elementary school, whichever one you find first.
>>6326624I like this once, I haven't been posting cuz most of these ideas make no sense even by cartoon standards
>>6332462I am OP, my IP reset
Pick Race>Orc>Goblin>Troll>Bugbear >CyclopesPick Location>MountainsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6326379>Warlord
The lack of food worries you, the shamans say we'll break apart if it runs out. You have a stockpile of bones to keep fed for a while. Your 3 shamans have grown into the tree allowing them to be closer to the forest. Korg ponders over his options.Tribe Action >Expand the hunting grounds around your home.>Mass a hunting party with your warriors and stockpile more food.>Migrate to an area with more food.>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
>>6326956>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
>>6326956>>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
Planet Dump25... Widely known as one of the worst planets in the galaxy, but not as bad as Dump26. The sickly glow of a diseased star irradiates this misbegotten place daily, providing a feeble facsimile of sunlight to the two and a half species of MISERABLE FUCK that live there.the ELLY is a photosynthetic creature that uses its big veiny EARS to gather SUNLIGHTthe PHANT is a CARNIVORE, it EATS the ELLYthe BUTTLEECH is a FREELOADER, it SUCKS poop from the PHANT's buttPerhaps in time, these genetic rejects will give rise to a thriving ecosystem... But probably notRules:1. Find a creature suffering from environmental pressures2. Copy it into MS Paint (or any other anti-aliased drawing program, if you're fancy like that)3. Add a feature to the creature that will make it better at not dying4. Reply to the post that had the old creature with your new, improved creature (and describe how it's different)It's that easy! And they told me you needed a degree to be an evolutionary biologist...
>>6328151Yup. They fly now.
>>6333269Here is an evo that does not require a picture, more of a social evolution.So you know how chimps do social grooming, picking each other clean of the various bugs and parasites that live in their fur? Well, the Gnorsh starts to develop something like that.Herds of Gnorsh will practice social grooming by way of brown-nosing each other. But this ain't because they have a fart fetish, it's to help remove buttleeches from their herdmate's body. Fewer leeches, the fewer nutrients get lost to b the parasites.Nasty? Absolutely. But Nature is a practical sort not concerned with little things like propriety or decency.
>>6327572The inflated buttleech's neck grows longer so that while they may float atop the polluted waters of Dump25, they may still suck down delicious sludge.
>>6333833the advent of grooming creates strong "social" bonding among genetically close members of the species, grooming offers next to no dirrect benefit to the individual this "indirect fitness" benefits there genetics to spread in the population with frontal bottom "pinching teeth" with a narrow channel between the teeth allowing for vedging protrusions to pull and slightly motile flat gripper teeth that all around makes grooming easier
>>6328153longer mouth increases reach and killing power to snatch up prey along with just some skin secretions to lower that chance of parasites
MondayGrid Sector 11873, Defensive Position "Razorback"The Bradley 1A5 kept firing with it's auto-cannon at the incoming target. One of it's tracks, the left one, was damaged. The rack of guided missiles had been emptied days ago and there hadn't been the chance to refill them. Quartermaster "Godmother" was inside the basement of a ruined house, missing it's second floor and portions of the first. The structure of plywood would provide minimal protection or cover, which was why he was underground. Beside him was Jack Price, the Engineer from MARS Incorporated, now a Lieutenant in what remained of the Armed Forces. Finally, if he was still alive, was Capt. Harry Grand from the Air Force. --In the basement was a Javelin guided missile, loaded, but with no available reloads. There was also MARS MPAR, a laser guided upgrade of the FGM-172A SRAW project. That system and a single reload were bundled together. Both would require firing from outside or the precarious top floor.The other explosive options were the drum fed, six shot 40mm Milkor MGL.... OR three disposable AT-4ERs.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348807Red looks just a little peeved at this man blocking her path of exit. "If you insist we get such an example, we'd better do it expediently. If we're caught off guard in this position, we're worse than fish in a barrel.." She lugs herself over to the MGL, and retrieves it. If it has a sling, she'll don it thusly.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6348807>Insight or Perception optional for Godmother.)Godmother's perception is shot to shit, if the blurring wasn' obvious, but he can figure out something is off with the man...from what he recalls of various pieces of old sci-fi media he used to read, and assuming that's not just his brain leaking out of his ears, then the man is likely interdimensional, like Godmother himself is, he thinks, though using a different method perhaps? There was that story about recruiting dimensionally stable people who tend to turn out mostly the same to handle places where reality doesn't know what it wants to do...More simply, the man could have just done some manner of ritual (or science, but he's come to realize both that the line gets blurry, and that he's not paid to poke about it) to sort of overwrite his local counterpart. Or he's not human and his disguise is failing, though that one is far less likely.>Rolling 1d20 for Insight, which I'm hoping will have better modifiers than Perception>>6348809"And they'll have a harder time seeing us. Don't think all of them are going to be able to see through solid wood. If they have to guess, or get target information from something else, it may buy us time and luck."
>>6348851The door was now wide open and Asvos was no longer blocking the way.
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>6349033Red exits the basement and heads up to carefully survey the land around without sticking her neck out too much. (Rolling Perception)
Godmother notices that Asvos doesn't have pauses or signs that he is thinking of what to say as he is speaking. He simply just knows what he is going to say and he says. He also, doesn't interrupt people or take too long to speak once others have ceased. Could just be good timing or intuition. And he could smell blood-suckers? He is wearing mirrored ballistic goggles and seems to be able to see just fine.Asvos has diagonal lines face painted across his face, with the areas around his eyes made lighter . His voice was confident and self-assured, and he adopted a commanding, almost regal appearance when he spoke.
