The radiant summer sun shone down upon the verdant sylvan landscape; these fair meadows and groves had an ethereal quality that was, of course, a vestige of the faewild of old. The sight of its remnant had been among the most enchanting things you had ever seen.And yet, you couldn't help escape the burden that was so heavily laden upon your head; the crown may be kept safely in the vaults under the Albrechtsburg, but its weight never quite left your head. It was among the elder days of the 13th century, the year 1275 to be exact. And the kingdom of Greifswald was at peace. Still, as far as realms were concerned, yours was still young, for it had been but thirteen years since the formal proclamation of the kingdom, though in truth, it has existed as a polity since 1241, though only as a dukedom. 34 years of an Adlershorst upon the throne, though the lineage stretched back further; by the standards of the continent, the royal bloodline was virtually new money.Now, in the waning years of the 13th century, the king and court are engaged upon a tour of the northern fiefs, solidifying alliances and ensuring the loyalty of vassals. Yet things are not as they should be; monks travel and do not greet their king, and nobles leave their estates and disappear, only for them to resurface in strange and secretive gatherings. It wasn't rebellion, or at least, it hadn't been able to coalesce into one, but your suspicions were brewing.War you knew; compared to the soldierly simplicity of that life, dealing with the two-faced members of the aristocracy was something you had grown into, but you still perceived the practice with distaste.It is not that you don't enjoy the pleasure of conversation with some wine and roasted pork, but you would prefer it without the threat of walking yourself into a verbal trap, where you would need to extricate yourself with utmost courtesy.All in all, the tour has had mixed results; the count of Hoenstein had provided you with some useful information regarding one Oskar von Schmallhausen and a Hedwig von Merckhayn, though what they were up to is a bit of a puzzle. On the other hand, your visit with the burgrave of Dornheim was nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. You said a few things were maybe a tad bit high-handed, he retorted in kind, and you left as soon as you had come, before he would tear up his contract of vassalage to you or do something worse.The matter left a bitter, though perhaps sour, taste in your mouth, and you didn't really feel like continuing this tour, or at least wanted to speed it up for your sake. If anything, the nobles should come to you; if all of them were in Ritterbach, there would be no more of this. But what was started should be seen through...General links of varying importance.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358551> "Pack your things; we're going hunting." That should teach him a thing or two about initiative.>"When I was your age, I travelled the realm, so get up; I expect you to learn a thing or two about the people you are to rule over.">"I want you to spend some time in the monastery of the abbey of St Madalgar." The discipline of monastic life will shape him up.>It is no use; I can only hope his qualities outshine his flaws.
>>6358551
>>6358552>"When I was your age, I travelled the realm, so get up; I expect you to learn a thing or two about the people you are to rule over."
>>6358552>"I want you to spend some time in the monastery of the abbey of St Madalgar." The discipline of monastic life will shape him up.He won't be like Albrecht, and that's alright... Instead he should become medieval holy batman and learn Tibetan monk techniques... or just learn to be disciplined and diligent I guess.
Rolled 2 (1d2)1: Monastic life2: Hit the road
In times of old, there stood many a great kingdom or realm, their lines proud, their kings great, and their works were legendary. It was a time of greatness for all, from all classes and races, for it was a time when the yields were abundant, the cattle fat, and the weather favourable.This changed, however. A creature with a heart pitch-black and eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate. All despaired at his coming and the hordes and legions he brought with him. Crowns were broken, castles slighted, and the kings lay broken. Like a vile black hand, his reach seemed boundless; with his fiery red eyes, his gaze kept his subjects obedient, and from a dark tower, this lord of evil watched over his realm as the land fell into darkness and despair, with hope fading like a dying ember.But embers can flare up, and like the phoenix, a new generation of heroes and their hosts of light broke the chains, shattered his armies to the winds and finally brought an end to his reign of terror. As the morrow broke once more, it was thus proclaimed that nevermore should his name be uttered, nevermore should his remains be seen, and nevermore should there be fear of his tyranny. And so, the people rejoiced in their newfound freedom, rebuilding their shattered world with hope and determination for a brighter future. His artefacts and symbols, buried deep beneath the sands and earth, were so well hidden that not even the most fanatical cultist would find anything.And yet in that lies the danger; dead though he may be, there are still those who revere him as though he were a god-king upon this earth, and his ilk have a tendency not to stay dead… There are still whispers, mutterings and vague prophecies about his return, though none have come true as of my writing this tome…. His name was struck from the lists of both paper and mind, so one would never again say that name which struck deep grief into the hearts of all peoples…. I shall end this book with a warning: if he does return, do not try to fight him; run. Run to the nearest authorities and alert them; fighting him alone shall surely be your doom, even if he's weakened, but the worst thing you can do is to let him speak; his words shall gnaw in your mind, his arguments shall be so persuasive that you will drop your weapons, and he shall weave a web of deceit that will ensnare even the strongest of wills. Hearken unto him, no matter his guise and form, and before too long you shall find yourself in eternal servility. Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewDeviantArt link: https://www.deviantart.com/adlershorst
>>6358505too late for that
we need a 3rd roll I think
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>6358496
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>6358569reroll
>>6358571this is the reroll right
This is a collab quest that didn't take off on /i/ so I'm moving it here. It started with submissions from other anons but I'm going to turn it into my own drawquest.I was going to make a Medabots one but the anime is too precious for me to ruin it. I also need to test the waters for some matters.Wait until I finish dumping if you're participating, thanks.
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>6357451>3
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>6357488Change >1 to>3Spin
>>6357451>3
>>6357493>>6357505>>6357690Those are some high numbers. Drawing.
Sorry, fatigue is piling in and I can't really draw faster. I want to do it well.
Violence. Repugnant, alluring, superfluous, indispensable….You remember primary school: running past metal doors and out into the recess playground, the teachers would always say "don't play rough." But inevitably someone would cross the line, and pushes and kicks and punches would be thrown over a crude joke or a prank, or for any one of a million stupid reasons.You were never one of the offenders. But you do remember a close friends being a frequent troublemaker and an almost semi-permanent fixture inside the principal's office; on returning he would parody the principal's lecture in a faux serious voice—”propriety this, behavior that,” and other such things that kids liked to make fun of.But at the end of whatever day he'd decided to make trouble, you would always spot him sitting on a chair inside a bereft classroom, looking downcast. Then you'd see his mother and the homeroom teacher deep in conversation, walking down the hallway and entering the room, closing the door behind them. The following day he'd always return muted and solemn, and no roughhousing would occur for several days. You'd learn many years later that at dinner, when his father would ask "How was everyone's day," his mother would report on her son's mischief. Sometimes his father would wait until after dinner to bring out his belt. Other times, right there and then, he would administer his displeasure.It befuddled you. Education at the point of the sword—a paradox if ever you saw one. But it wasn't something you ever personally experienced growing up, getting "disciplined" in that manner.Your father…>wasn’t around much Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Alright Cops 57. And the ??? got 91.
You didn't expect to be woken and find a pair of police cars flashing their cruise lights in the middle of a run down motel’s parking lot. There was a single lit room, its door agape with two officers standing right outside. One of which, at the sight of your car, motioned for it to drive in and park a few spaces to the left. Ilse followed his orders and brought the car to stop. As the officer walked over she nudged you to lower the window. He came by the passengers side and leaned forward with a hand near his holster. He was in his 40s, equipped with a burly pair of arms and a razor sharp jawline that combined to give a bellicose air to him, though he relaxed at the sight of a woman at the wheel and a boy in the passenger seat. “It's mighty late to be traveling round these parts.” He glanced back to the door where a raven haired woman had come out to talk to the remaining deputy. “We had a violent incident and speaking truthfully the culprit is most likely out on the road.” Ilse gave him an assuaging smile. “I wouldn't worry about that officer.” From under her seat she revealed a metal box, opening it to showcase a sleek silver pistol and a slew of papers which she took and held out for the officer to inspect.He read through the pages before finally looking up and handing them back. “Well Ms Haldern, permits for every county in the state, even New York City.” He was unable to hide his wonderment. “I won't deny that I'm curious as to how a civilian has more permits than a Sheriff, but right now I've got my hands full. If you're traveling any further north than Serenity, I advise you not to.”“I never caught your name, Sheriff…?”“Sheriff McDaniels.”“Like I said Sheriff McDaniels, you don’t need to worry, neither for our safety on the road or for our destination. We are actually headed for Serenity, we’ll be staying there for some time.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You rolled up the windows, the engine was rumbling and the tires were beginning to spin when you looked over to the room. You thought about your accident, how you had someone to help you. And you wondered if the woman and the girl that stood next to her had people looking out for them. Ilse could sense something brewing in your thoughts, she gave you a look, daring you to do something capricious. >We should help them >Nevermind
>>6358030>We should help them
And all day and all night and everything you see is just blue, like you. Inside and outside. Blue your house with the blue little window and a blue Corvette, and everything is blue for you and yourself and everybody around cause you ain't got nobody to listen.You're Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. You have a blue house with a blue window. Blue is the color you bought that you wear. Blue are the streets and all the trees are too. You have a girlfriend, and she is So Blue. Blue are the people here that walk around. Blue like your Corvette is sitting outside. Blue are the words you say and what you think. Blue are the feelings that live inside you.Of course, thats not particularly special. You're Blue, everyone is Blue. Everyones last name, is Blue. Family Lineage is gone, replaced by chromatic unity. You're a Harmonic Resonance Technician which manages the Azur Light Wave EmitterYou've been listening to the same song for hours. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhSVQDaUNg4Your mind is completely numb and empty. The thumping bass has you pacified into total compliance. But... As you're adjusting the circuitry, there's an error. A split second of a different color. A brilliant spark of yellow. Its... Like nothing you've ever seen before. Beautiful, how its shine radiates off the circuitry. Your mind is hazy... If the Azure Inquisition were to see this you would lose social credits, going from Exemplary to Deviant, being thrown directly into the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.----------1) Repress your feelings for the different color. You are Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. Your only feelings are blue. Think of your blue house, with the blue little windows, and the blue corvette. How would So Blue react if she knew you weren't true blue?2) Take a picture of the sparks happening, to remember, and observe it in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343425You're the only one being an obnoxious sperg, and we're sending you to the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.
>>6343432Sure thing, faggot bitch.
Blue are the people here who polkapoundBlue like anon who is starting to cryBlue are the posts I make about my kinkJust one more look at that yellow would set me free
>>6343435What's your problem?
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_The much applauded winner of the Magical Beast Tactician's Contest, Mi Wanpisheng has lost all of his bluster and cheekiness now that's he's been brought before you to recieve his reward. The ice tailed macaque is holding his tail in front of himself, his almost human face spread into a shy grin as you lounge before him, preening the back of your paw as he is guided forward by one of his Sect's elders. As his master and adoptive father had business with the Weiyupo of the innocent witch courts, but a little birdy er, well Yujijiao told you they were just exchanging care tips for young magical beasts.,"Wanpisheng" You savor the victors name, drawning it out in a way that you realize might sound slightly threatening as the kid who your own, bunny eared kids had become so fond of so quickly winced and barred his teeth, trying to replicate a human's smile rather than baring his fangs at you like an impudent monkey"Yes, your highness" He addresses you with a courtly bow, very much resembling a sniveling eunuch despite what you'd seen to be his ordinary, bombastic personality"Your sect and mine are neighbors, we share many of the same borders and also a fondness for beasts" You explain, imperiously and booming as you rise from your pile of cushions, the elder stiffening and smacking the Macaque on his backside to make him remember his posture "But your temple doesn't host any wild royalty, now does it?""I understand, seat of the palace, that you consider few other magical beasts to be primordial nobility" The elder, whom you do not know by name, face or deed states and you smirk, amused by his cheek to interrupt you while the great Huanliuxue was speakingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6357627>Practice and hone your martial technique and do some light exercises, and get used to the bow Monu and Feiqing made for you (Martial Training Trial. DC Variable)>By revealing it'll take place on the moon, for the safety of the audience and the spectacle alone
>>6357869Unrelated side note, but does Pony have a real name or is she like Quixin where Huan doesn't bother learning it?
>>6358059we didn't bother learning it.Why should we, after all?
>>6357627>Practice and hone your martial technique and do some light exercises, and get used to the bow Monu and Feiqing made for you (Martial Training Trial. DC Variable)They probably have too many tricks to suss out, better to try and react on the spot by bettering ourselves, after all the first thing to understand is ourselves before the enemy.>Allow the other golden cores to show off, before reminding them that there is only one pinnacle of the world and her name is HUANLIUXUE!I'm unsure about doing this on the moon or not as we've reached a point where a technique missing it's target could wipe out half the palace.
>>6357627>>Nothing, but do try to make good first impressions for the foreign guestsI want to see the peeps beyond chuan.>By revealing it'll take place on the moon, for the safety of the audience and the spectacle alone
You are a Wizard and it is high time that you build a tower.What do you mean you look like a witch? Silver hair? Black clothes? Skull motifs? The spooky gothic ruby choker that your old party's paladin never snapped with his ever-victorious pure-white Holy Sword because he was a thick-headed himbo who didn't know how to read the fucking mood and accept your many invitations into your atelier? No that's just your preferred aesthetic. Your tender taught you that human men - especially handsome paladins - wanted big tiddy goth mommies, and as an elf you can do two of those three things.Your tits? Biggest in your decantation batch. Your aesthetic? Humans consider it goth, especially since your specialized school of study is necromancy. Your ability to bear children and become a "mommy"? Well, you don't have a womb, but nothing's stopping you from growing a child in your atelier with some blood from you and your husband.If you had one.You don't. This is a problem. No one wants to marry an elf after her two hundred and fiftieth birthday. Twelve adventuring parties came and went throughout your career as a wizard, and every fucking time the Paladin or Warrior's childhood friend - usually a priestess who stood in the back row, squealed in terror, and cast heal cure spells - won before you could even shoot your shot. So now you're three hundred years old (and have been so for over two centuries), exhausted, single, a virgin who has never even seen a man's sword outside of paintings.Not for lack of trying. Sun above and moon below you tried. You even went as far as to strip naked and walk into a camp of savage orcs rumored to take human women for their vile pleasures... only for their warchief to throw his cloak over you, take you aside, and explain quite clearly that orcs don't work like that. All male orcs may be, just as elves are always female, their reproduction is tied to battle and so most aren't keen on using their clubs like that.The "breeding pits" you read about in the Central Library were the perfidious lies of the Holy Church.How dare they give you hope.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.>well-behaved breastsDoes that mean our rack is naughty and unruly? Don't tell me it...has a tendency to burst out of our tops an bounce asynchronously>never actually follow through with anything unless of course it's with the "Saintess" or the "Sage"Briefly consider whether we'd have better lucky chasing someone who matches our vibe, like a brooding monster hunter(pic rel) or a black mage.
>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.How dare you give that dick to someone that isn't meeeeee!
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.Gonna nat 1 and conjure acid instead
>>6355394Solid mix of options 1+2+1
OP? OP respond! OP? OPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
*Universal Century 0079*What began as a bid for autonomy in Side 3 erupted into the most devastating war humanity has ever witnessed. Half of all human lives have already been lost in the first month alone. Entire colonies became tombs. Fleets lost to the vast silence of space. Countless cities on Earth reduced to rubble.And now, in the aftermath of Operation British and Zeon's planetary invasion, one truth has become undeniable:Mobile suits rule the battlefield.The Principality of Zeon’s Zaku had reshaped warfare overnight. Now the Federation is scrambling, desperate, bleeding, trying to catch up before they lose the war entirely. Somewhere beneath the humid jungles of South America, the Federation begins a secret race against time.You are ***Ian Voss***.*Rank:* Lieutenant 1st Class*Assignment:* Join the Federation’s experimental “1st MS Team,” a prototype mobile-suit evaluation unit tasked with field-testing captured Zeon technology and accelerating the Federation’s crash-program to catch up in MS warfare.*Location:* Testing Annex 17, a dummy installation linked to Jaburo by a network of underground rail tunnels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 66 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
Rolled 19 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>6343962Rolling
Rolled 20 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
>>6343964>>6343966>>6343970Highest roll of 66 scrapes us through with a success, writing now.
>>6344197Still here hoping for more, boss.
You awake on a deserted island.You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got there.You'd probably be royally fucked if it weren't for the fact that you happen to be carrying three things with you.What three things are you carrying? (one item at a time)
Should have known it wasn't going to be so shrimple.
>>6347391The lobster used its time-stop ability on the QM. The fiend!
Why this quest reminds me of the MultiUser Dungeon game I used to play when I was a kid.Also cool thread
>>6343051Maneuver AROUND the lobster. It will try to bend around in response and expose its articulating membrane. Then use your sword to pierce it.
>>6348727>>6348737Anon, QM hasn't updated or posted anything in almost two weeks...
Guide your Schizo to Greatness or imprisonment within a mental health facility or both! You are an anonymous young man in his 20s who has recently come down with schizophrenia and your job is to guide this youth towards a number of different paths all up to you the voters! Have him go down the old boring route as a homeless vagrant or have him become a Orthodox Christian monk living in a monastery or turn him into a radical Satanic right wing insurgent or make bank as a lolcow...the possibilities are endless and all up to YOU!(How this works is that I will present a list of options which you choose and vote for as a collective or you can submit your own option/action/event and vote for that and the ones with the most votes wins! I will check this every day or 24 hours and thus voting closes once I put up a new post!)You've been going about your daily routine, taking care of chores, schooling and/or work, going about your life as a daily cog in the machine of society when SUDDENLY....you begin hearing voices...strange voices.....voices which frighten you.Choose the nature of your auditory hallucinations:A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercyB.) Demonic: The voices are gnashing of teeth and screeches of rage, they whisper such deviant things into your ear, things which frighten (and at some base level, intrigue) you.C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6339945>A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy
>>6340773it's fine, as long as you remember to come each day to doot we can run it
>>6339945>D.) Paranoid: The voices take the form of hearing others whisper your demise, hearing secret codes, seeing secret symbols and language among innocuous things.Bet QM forgot this thread
>>6339945C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?
>>6340773c'mon op, come back
War War Never Changes.They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations, just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons, just nuclear winter. Shopping? No such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The RADS oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well, most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended, and you were left behind. Except for the zealots, anyway, but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders.That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly, it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile, are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck, trying to survive.(This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting theme to keep things interesting)>Character Creation You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF it's too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise, it's an automatic veto.The first character will be a young male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. Anyway the last character DIED without offspring, resulting in game over, so now it's a restart with some adjustments. So here we go again. I wasn't joking about the difficulty...
Rolled 20, 5 = 25 (2d100)>>6358690>>6358696Forgot to ask for 2d100s.
Rolled 73, 98 = 171 (2d100)>>6358736
>>6358738lol that was one hell of a save given how bad my rolls were.
>>6358747Not too bad. What is each roll for? What's unarmed critical chance?
>>6358686>>6358687>>6358690support
You're Tupolev, the Merchant. All your peers warned you to stay away from the Misty Mountains for strange things happen there.But you saw a profit opportunity during war time by going through the mountains to avoid the worst of the fight. However, by the time you left the mist, the land was unrecognizable.None of your old maps made any sense anymore.You sent some scouts out and they confirmed - you're in uncharted territory somehow.The question that remains is: what did you bring to these strange lands?
>>6343559>>6343541>>6343504>>6343501>>6343487I glanced at the glowing stuff scattered on the forest floor, then at my crew's worried faces. The merchant's words echoed in my head: Fear makes more fear. Stealing leads to revenge. But a gift... a gift could start a conversation, an invite.We won't take what isn't ours, I said, my voice steady. And we won't hunt them or run away. I turned to the wagons. Jürgen, get a roll of that cotton cloth—the plain, strong one. Viktor, bring one of the smaller dwarf tools, maybe a hand adze. Something useful, but not a weapon.Gustav frowned. Are you paying them?I'm not paying them, I replied, kneeling to carefully put the glowing mushrooms back in their baskets. I'm starting talks. They lost what they gathered because they were scared of us. We're giving them something to make up for it. It's a way of saying hello.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344754>Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place.Let us establish diplomatic relations
>>6344754>Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place.
>>6344754>> Use the opportunity to scout more aggressively now that they've shown themselves to be peaceful gatherers.
Your name is (write in), and at only 25 years old you are the best and highest-paid football player in the world. There’s still a long road ahead before you’re widely considered the GOAT, but deep down that’s already your reality — just another fact. With your recent achievement of a fifth ring and another MVP, even the most stubborn critics accept that, at your current pace, your coronation is inevitable. Your idol Tom Brady can only watch as you reach his numbers at lightning speed. He respects you, admires you, and says that in five years there won’t be any serious debate left — you’ll be crowned while still in your prime. Your impact on football is something incredibly rare in the world of sports. Hopefully nothing bad happens to you before that.…Taiwman, late February.You’ve been celebrating the championship for days in a nonstop party. You landed your private jet here, loaded with rich friends and wild girls, so you can all enjoy the new futuristic district filled with robots, super-drugs, and flying cars.Your best friend is:>Raptor, a punk pornstar with a split tongue and a very intense palate. She loves vampires and knows everything about dinosaurs.>Fugaku, a professional ping-pong player who also carves swords into bamboo for fun.>Alexey, a blind Russian singer who jokes about how easy life would be if he had telekinetic powers.>Julian, a Mexican running back who loves insects.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6340234>a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing)The high T choice >free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron>[...]it's even possible to molest this thing
>>6340185>a megaphone>>6340234>dive into the cauldron
>>6340234>a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing)>You feel sorry for him>free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron
>>6340238Somebody must to roll it for a successful sexual abuse. 3d6 under 9.
>>6340588I've changed my mind though. At least to molest that guy.
you, yes YOU will determine the fate of Our Hero! your prompts shape his destiny and his actions (almost) all suggestions will be considered! don't be afraid to get creative!
>>6355612Given the detail it has been seen at, we can only assume it attacks during the day (Although it may also attack at night)To do so and not be stabbed by a man with a pitchfork I must assume it opportunistically seeks unattended animals, and likely unattended menWe should set a trapAs we have an extra sword, and the townsfolk seem to be taking this seriously let's use one of themWe'll have them ride from somewhere to somewhere else on horseback, and then tie the horse to a tree and walk into the local tavernWe will be waiting by the tree to catch the succubus trying to eat our horse(Give the townsfolk a spare sword if he needs it)Alternatively, we could use our hot bod as baitThe succubus wasn't described as pregnant yet>>6355628>>6355652These are also good ideas
>>6355655>Given the detail it has been seen atWell it was seen by beastmen. Do we know if they have keen nght-vision?
>>6355656Perhaps, perhaps
>>6355628>+1>>6355613capirote xiphos will never stop being funny to me
I miss swordboy
Well, here we are.You were woken up from a midday nap by the grinding of the brakes as the train arrived at X-X Station (pronounced "Double Cross," according to a clerk), and thus missed the first opportunity to queue for a quick exit from the car, as you were still quite drowsy and groping around to ensure that your possessions had (also) arrived unperturbed. Now you have queued behind a pair of rotund priests (Reformists, you think), as they gingerly step onto the platform and lose themselves in the sea of people. There are more people here than you've ever seen in once place, at least since you were a child. It's hot: hotter than it would ever get in Iscthymia. At least it's a dry heat there. Here you can feel every layer of clothing beginning to drip. But you can't take off your jacket just yet. It's dangerous, you think.If there is one thing you hate it's traveling over-encumbered, so, in the spirit of new beginnings, you packed only the bare essentials. There's a nagging feeling of regret as you begin to intuit that perhaps you wouldn't know what would really count as essential in this new chapter of your life, in Chaotzakka, with its fourteen million people. These are things you would've pondered on the train ride had you not dozed off immediately. You're carrying a hardshell briefcase, a backpack that's coming apart at the seams, and a little bum bag crossed over your shoulder. You lift your patrol cap to see more clearly; you don't want to remove it as your hair is almost certainly a mess, but the material is itchy. The cap and bag are from your year of mandatory civil service. The backpack is from your school days. The briefcase used to be your dad's.You're trying to get used to the smells and sounds. It seems like everything ticks, rings, or thuds in this city. You are buffeted by a blast of hot steam and struggle to breathe for a moment. Unlike a country bumpkin such as yourself, city-dwellers know to back away from the train as soon as they get off. That's why they call the station the "sauna." Just a little sample of that big-city wit for you.You thought you'd checked that you had everything before getting off the train, but a sudden irrational panic grips you and you fear having left your most important possession behind. But of course this isn't the case; you can feel its weight on your right hip. Still, just for assurance, you reach down with your free hand and grip your>Blade>Pistol>Staff
>>6342482>Ask Garrett if he knew your dad.
[ Update coming later today. ]
>>6342486[ Very sorry for the wait, weekends are more complicated for me. Weekend updates will probably be more spaced-out in the future.]Well, if Galick knew who your dad was, you may as well find out who else did. After a moment of doubt, you ask Garrett straight up: did he know him?Garrett meets your gaze with an inscrutable expression. A moment passes before he answers... "Sorry, but no. I mean, I knew of him. But, if you're wondering, I didn't know about this connection when we met."That's kind of a relief.The two of you rejoin the table amidst a newly-enlivened conversation. Hassan whispers at you again, though. "Hey, why the hell does everyone here think you killed that monster back in the Zone?" You don't know how to respond to this."I mean, not that I mind, but..." He does seem to mind a bit. "People here have been fed a different version of events. Nobody here seems to know about Maggde."You wonder if the Talons decided to downplay their role in today's disastrous excursion for the sake of damage control. But then again, Chernabel and Umaz were also there, and it's not like the giant smoke cloud wasn't visible for miles... do people think you pulled off a miraculous feat, or have they assumed that you're some kind of prodigy? How exactly do they think you managed to incinerate that monster?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
QM? You okay? It has been a week and a bit.
