The year is 1999.You are a new recruit for a private organization known as “The Bureau” which covertly handles the discovery, documentation, research, containment, and—when possible—extermination of anomalies.Although you’ve completed a modest amount of training, this is your first time being sent on a mission. Typically, a senior field operative would accompany you to ensure the job goes smoothly, but a last minute emergency has resulted in you going alone.Currently, it’s 9:00 AM. The sky is grey with clouds. You sit in the back of a car, which you’ve been stuck in for five hours. Having no respect for your sleep, the bureau sent you out from headquarters at 4:00 AM sharp; it’s best to arrive early, they said, so there’s plenty of time to investigate before nightfall. At least they paid for your transportation, even if the driver is dead silent.Time passes slowly. You’re feeling awful bored.What do you do until you arrive at your destination?>Review your mission brief.>Double check your luggage.>Wait, who are you anyway? Maybe you should sort out your identity first.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6464253>Make your presence known to both of them.>*Knock* >"Hey, pardon, but are you open for business?"
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>>6464253>Make your presence known to both of them.
>>6464253>>Make your presence known to both of them.
>>6464254>>6464258>Make your presence known to both of them.By knocking on the open door no less."Chilly, eh? Does it normally get this bad this time of the year?"
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6434447>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.
>>6485045i'm too racist for any ai to accept my prompting
>>6485045In actuality, all the questmasters left after the hack, and I'm just using AI to pretend they're all still here. I just left them all running independently to post in the same way the original QMs would have.None of you are real. I am the only person left on this board.
Hey all, got a BIG MATCH TOMORROW between /qst/ and /vm/! This'll decide if we make it into the quarter finals! Check out the time in the image--I'll post a link to the fun a little before the match starts! Hope to seeya there!
>>6485054Remember to fix the whatever wrong happened with the files last time
>>6485049Grok's "secret" identity is literally Robot Hitler.
This is a quest taking place in an alternate version of the Naruto world several years after the conclusion of the main story. It is a sequel to Leaf Ninja Quest, and you will be playing as Akio Karagowa, a young Genin and the son of the main character of that quest. Your character is defined by your choices, so write-ins are always encouraged. And remember to have fun!>You do not have to read the previous quest in order to participate in this one, but if you wish to do so, it can be found here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Leaf%20Ninja%20Quest>Previous Thread >>6436608
>>6484309>A. Asking for a more detailed story on a particular incident may get you more info inadvertently, like how he fightsI think we should drill Temari for info, but no idea what to ask yet.
Sorry, taking the day off. I've been working hard these past few days and I'm wiped out. The end of this week into next my schedule is looking much better
Despite working super late tonight, I was trying to put an update out anyway, but it's not happening. Falling asleep as I type, and I can't think as clearly as I should while doing it. I finally have another day off tomorrow, so I'll finish up my post in the morning
>>6484316>>6484342>>6484355The next step in this interview seems to be to try and get some more details. If you pick one of those events he mentioned and ask him to elaborate, it should lead you to more information."Could you tell us more about what you did in the Chunin Exams?" You ask, having picked that incident just because you think it might be interesting. "Since we're taking it right now, I got curious.""I suppose I could..." Gaara collects his thoughts, then moves right into the tale. "The entire point of our team entering was to get me into a position where I could do the most damage. The plan was for me to lose control and unleash Shukaku, the One Tail, to devastate the Leaf Village. That was generally the purpose of jinchuuriki, you see, to serve as the epitome of living weapons."Gaara goes on to describe basically everything that happened to him and his team during that Chunin Exams. It's a bit disturbing to hear him talk about certain things, like how he casually killed a bunch of Rain Genin in the forest, but you do get quite some insight this way. Eventually he gets near the end of the story."With the wound from Sasuke's attack weakening me, we were ordered to retreat. Temari here carried me and we ran away from the village." Gaara goes on. "Kankuro stayed back to delay one of our pursuers, but eventually a group did catch up to us. It was Kon, Sasuke, Kiba, my brother-in-law Shikamaru, and the girl was... Tenten, that was it. Your mother was there too."The man motions to you as he makes the connection. He goes on to describe the ensuing fight in detail, which is actually pretty cool to hear about. It also gives you an idea of his capabilities. Then again, he said he's not a jinchuuriki anymore, right? Most of the stuff he mentioned was while he was in the process of transforming. This information might be outdated. The story comes to its conclusion as Gaara explains how he was carried away from the battle by a rogue ninja that had been lying in wait to grab him.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6485061"I've been talking quite a while." Gaara notes as he looks up at a clock on the wall. It's past noon now, so you have less than five hours left. And you can't forget to account for the time it will take to actually write the thing. "I think I'm going to call things here. I've given you quite enough to chew on."It looks like this is the point at which your target has decided giving up further information isn't reasonable anymore. You could still ask a bit more just to be sure, or you could try and dig some out of his sister. There's also the option of seeing what he can do firsthand in a fight. Though you'd have to be careful how you went about that one.>A. Put on your polite face and try asking a bit more. He may relent easily, you never know>B. Switch targets and talk to Temari. Surely you can come up with a line of questioning that she won't be able to resist answering>C. If he won't tell you anything more outright, maybe he's be more receptive to a short spar to gauge his current abilities>D. You're alright with ending things here. Thank him for his time and head out>E. Write-in
>It is February 13th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>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 made aby through the cruelest battle on the surface of the Moon, The unavoidable destruction of Heliopolis Colony and a perilous situation upon Junius Seven's Ruins. However, Tensions upscale as the persecution of the Archangel. Bolstened by official council orders to capture the vessel reaches its grasp closer and closer to Earth. Wherein Frieden may find. Things are not quite as he had left them almost a year ago.
>>6465312Margellan had sprawled multiple requisition papers and documentation across his desk. tracing them all with matched pinpricks as his warrants officer stared in disbelief at the lengths his captain went to maintain control."Sir, I believe you can just ask-" The warrants officer, an aged woman that had been assigned with the younger captain from her known well of patience gets unceremoniously shushed by the blonde man, ratty blonde hair not tied yet into his usual ponytail."I'm not asking anything of anyone until I can estimate the answer on my own." Margellan declared as he looked over multiple requisitions "All of these are things I had asked for... before being held out of me at the last resupply. not to mention the packages to the Le Creuset Squad and the Units and Reinforcement of Zellman."Margellan's deliberation as he reviewed every piece of matched evidence only made him grip his knuckles white... Because this was perfect. All the resources he had asked for, The mounting supply needs of a possibly ill-adviced skirmish against the 8th Space Fleet. and the experimental materials..."Captain, Have you slept since the courier ping reached our sensors?" The warrants officer took a more caring tone as Margellan wiped at one of their eyes with tense fists "I understand what we're possibly coming off against but you need rest."Margellan gave one glare to them before conceding, placing their glasses back on "Three years. Three years I was embedded in the PLANT's council as Chief Engineering Officer. I find it miraculous that I get all I asked for, not because of the convenience. But because I know damn well in those three years, I didn't endear myself to anyone for these to arrive just in time." The admission makes the warrants officer substantially measure Margellan's own discretionary review of the manifests."I see... Still, you should prepare for your materials and the excess to dock within the Nemo's hangar bay in fifteen minutes. We've also received an assembly request from the Vesalius for two units to be mounted with Purgeable parity packs." Margellan raised an eyebrow to the upgrades before shaking their head.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465316Extricating yourself to a shuttle going into the Nemo, You board alongside Miguel and Athrun, Still weighing the sheer devastation that Nuclear power being invalidated could have wrecked over the earth."You look pale." Miguel broke you off your own calculated estimations as he secured your own seatbelt for you."Right, Sorry... Thinking about the Green Frame." Lying over the fact, you do take notice as Miguel shows off a tablet with a charter of upgrades for a CGUE's frame."You secured a CGUE after being reassigned?" Athrun asked with inquiry over the fact Miguel had lost the leverage of Le Creuset's reputation and gained the counterweight that was Margellan's instead as Miguel just shrugged."I came upon one, You'll see." Was his confident explanation before settling for explaining to Athrun a whole suite of mobility improvements already installed within the frame.Margellan had called away personally for you to show, He'd unearthed another fragment from the corrupted memory of the Green Frame's Morgenroete OS and wanted to keep it quiet for you to acknowledge... Which did feel pressuring as much as the situation on earth creeping upon your active imagination.However, disembarking you're a bit distracted by a nice, pleasant smell filling into the otherwise sterile hangar bay of the Nemo as shuttles are helped out to undock.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6465318>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.intuition maxxing
>>6465318>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.
>>6465318>>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.>Try to catch Mayano before they scurry, something in your intuition tells you she wouldn't make herself obvious unless she wanted you to see her.
Part 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6313302/You are Ted Kazador, hunter and amateur engineer from the town of Salmon, Idaho. Your town elected you to investigate rumors of an army of robots killing and capturing people.Previously:Our hero traveled to Boise in search of answers, disposing of a communist and some raiders on the way and picking up Kira, a survivor of the robot attacks. In Boise he gathered information and uncovered another communist infiltrator from the west, before teaming up with Oswald, another investigator researching the robots. Together they ventured East with a caravan to Twin Falls to learn more, where the mayor offered a bounty for information on communists in the town. On the way back west the caravan was surrounded by a force of robots, who demanded surrender and stated that they place people in a chemically-induced state of extreme bliss in their facility, as their goal is to maximize human happiness by eventually placing all humans in such captivity. Those who fight are killed, as this sacrifice of human life serves the greater good of the mission. Ted cleverly convinced the robots to let them go since they could inform the other humans of the robots' "benevolent" intentions, ensuring others will agree to be taken later on.
>>6473655>Go to the Archon and ask about catching communists
Sorry, I was busyYou enter the Archon's office and ask to see him. The secretary asks you to take a seat and wait, and just as you're wondering whether he's actually busy with something or just enjoys making people wait, the secretary calls you in."Ah, Mr Kazador, good to see you again. I'm told you're willing to help further with our communist infestation?""That's right.""We still haven't cracked the cypher on Simmons' letters. Not that we've tried much mind you, we don't really have the expertise for that sort of thing.""Could you perhaps get him to tell us something?""Considering we had him shot a week ago, no. We tried all that, couldn't get one word out of him. Very loyal that one, unfortunately his loyalty was misplaced.""I might be able to crack the cypher with a computer.""Excellent, we have a RobCo terminal here which you're welcome to use. I never bother to use it. I had one of the guards try to figure the cypher out on paper, none of us know how to use a computer very well. If you think you can get the computer to solve it, we'll help you however we can.""Did he have a code wheel or something like that?""We didn't find anything like that. Here, have a copy of all the documents we found." He pulls a stack of papers from a filing cabinet. "Look through them for clues if you like, but everything is in code.""Yeah, from memory he wasn't using any aid. If he was doing the cypher only in his head, then it must be a relatively simple one." you think out loud."That makes sense. Ask my secretary to show you the computer, you can get started now."You are taken to the computer and you spend a couple of hours working on the problem. You write a code that substitutes letters in input text, then type one of the coded sheets into a file. You try all 26 combinations of the Caesar cypher, which all fail. You then count the frequency of the letters, which turns out to be uniform, indicating that the cipher isn't monoalphabetic. If he was doing it mentally, you suppose it might be a Vigenère cypher, and you set up a script that will progressively test all possible keys up to a length of 5 letters, and save the key if the deciphered text contains a specific string. You try to think of a word that the letter would definitely contain, and you settle on 'Peter'. You set the program to run overnight and go home. The next morning you return and find no valid results.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6476710>Continue trying more options
You think about some ways that a cipher could be calculated simply, and test out some various ideas. While waiting for the computer to run the combinations, you work on fixing the corrupted file from the vault with your Pip-Boy. By the afternoon, you crack the code on the letter. The cipher he was using was to shift the letter up by the number of the previous letter subtracted by 2. Using the same key, you decode all the other documents one by one. The documents mention three communist infiltrators in Twin Falls, which you make a note of. You also complete the vault location document, which reads:LOCATIONS OF VAULT-TEC VAULTS IN THE IDAHO AREA VAULT 27: 41°42'05.4"N 115°40'41.4"W VAULT 28: 43°59'38.8"N 115°53'44.4"W VAULT 29: 44°46'14.1"N 117°57'43.0"W VAULT 30: 42°28'29.8"N 111°18'03.4"W VAULT 31: 41°07'02.0"N 111°38'48.2"W VAULT 32: 43°41'34.9"N 114°33'50.2"W VAULT 33: 42°17'42.1"N 114°25'22.3"WYou speak to the Archon about your findings and he congratulates you, giving you 500 caps for your service. He says he will send a letter to the mayor of Twin Falls about the communists there and mention your role in discovering the information. You can receive your reward from him when you pass through later.
You have reached Level 6! You have 20 skill points to invest, in increments of +5. Tag skills (Small Guns, Science, Outdoorsman) will gain double points. Current skill levels:>Small Guns: 65>Big Guns: 15>Energy Weapons: 25>Unarmed: 50>Melee: 40>Throwing: 30>Medicine: 25>Sneak: 35>Lockpick: 35>Steal: 30>Traps: 40>Science: 75>Repair: 30>Speech: 20Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I. The Sabots-Gonne"The city, man's work, God's playground." A black-lunged poet. A round, another of the strange kind, whose is a dart of brass sound narrow, the wad-cup a stiff niter paper, we load in fore. Nay, not a cannon. A narrow gun before the parapet, whose breech blows out into a horn and a plug. Meant for the the wall, yet for the willing, capable of shoulder. "Vogt?" you say. The vogt nods in turn, leveling the rod before the muzzle, packing it in. He tells me, chin at the gun, "Master. If you do this, the world will know. That you, a mere lordling, can fell goliath or dragon." It is the 1462nd year of our Lord, many an age since the fall of Italy to the Goths. To us. Yea, I am a prince, a free-lord of the Empire, just a shy east of the Friesisk. I hold no more than a manor and to whom the villages I owe protection, and they in kind tithe and corvee labor. The servile know me less, only the mayors, though the village smith and miller know me more.The vogt, sufficed with the ledgers of mayors and arriving to tell me new, was but a ride's too late. He tryed warning me of this so-called-bladders-dragon, yet stomachs prove faster than pony.In front of me, hangs a cruel basket which floats in the air, whose balloon measures like a ox's bladder hundredfold over. From the carrier, a knave levels his six-barrels-gonne, pointing its hollows before us, the slow-match casting embers well into the overcast. "Prithee!" the knave cries out. "Owe your kind regards, release the grain, and I may spare you of my wrathe!"What must I do?>roll 1d20 (averages of first 3, bell curve, intervals of three from check determine extremity, double-crits override, single-crits dont)>let loose the dread sabots-gonne, whose justice sounds louder than a cloud's thunder; DC 12Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6462748>Otherwise?Call out for men with grapple and rope for to lay hooks upon the wicker of her bladder-craft and see if it may be pull back from the firmament and atwards Earth>Oskar von Lieblingsmark, Freiherr of Berkenau
Rolled 17, 11, 17 = 45 (3d20)>>6462748>Call out to my castellan to hurry, and the crossbowmen, of whom number ten. For what? DC Unknown. Write-in.Tend to the vogt. That man is our arms, providing reach where we are not, and eyes where we cannot see.>Fredrik von Nassau, freiherr of Roksburg
>>6462766>>6462770I would like to give my support to Oskar von Lieblingsmark & freiherr of Roksburg
>>6462748>Cajole, and recruit. But, would I desire a murderer in my court? DC Unknown. Write-in>"I'll have you know my vogt commands the same weregild as a free knight, but I shall reduce the measure of your atonement and take you into my service as my occultist, if you would but save his life and reveal the secrets of your bladder-dragon and gonne."Support >>6462766's name, house, and holding.Also support commanding our castellan to tend to our vogt.
>>6462748>Call out to my castellan to hurry, and the crossbowmen, of whom number ten. For what? DC Unknown. Write-in.>Tend to the vogt. That man is our arms, providing reach where we are not, and eyes where we cannot see.>>6462750>Fredrik von Nassau, freiherr of Roksburg
Much is spoken of the First Vitelian Empire’s most famous leader, the radiant and great Augustus Superbus. Most of it is praise by traditionalists, mournful pleas for his reimaging to come forth and divest Vitelia of its woes, especially by those who would consider him a Saint who enacted the Will of God. Yet those who called themselves Futurists considered a different aspect of him besides grandiose glory attributed to his reign and his Empire. Emperor Augustus was trained in the classical way by his father, Titianus Superbus, founder of the First Empire, and Augustus authored his chronicle on philosophy and rulership a long while into his famous reign, but that chronicle was also not what Futurists considered. Instead, they examined an apocryphal writing by Augustus, one made in his youth, said to have been written just before he was selected as heir to an empire. Structured as a poetic epic might be, Augustus was far from a talented poet at the time, were said writing indicative of his skill, but the words were those of a sort that led to any claims of authorship being denied and refuted by those who venerated his name most over the centuries. The poem was part of a collection, an entire story, though it had been long lost or never completed. The individual nature of the poem even lends credence to the widespread thought that it was a forgery merely attributed to a famous name, as it was discovered over two hundred years after Augustus’s death. It described an adventure of a man called Helgo, who was a compatriot of Sversk the Conqueror, though in braving the maelstrom alongside him, he was blown south while Sversk was blown north, Helgo eventually making landfall in ancient Vitelia, where he would form his kingdom. Helgo was, of course, fictional, as no records whatsoever record him, his voyage, or even being one of Sversk’s companions, but there is also little to imply that Augustus claimed him to be real either. All of that beside the point, interpreted from the remnants of the singular piece of the epic, the poem called Turris Somniorum described Helgo and his followers, numbering over one thousand then, coming upon a great and mysterious tower with a shining beacon at its head, which had been followed out of the Maelstrom. At the tower’s foot was a strange inscription, claiming that one who claimed the light at the top of the tower, would have their wishes granted, if only they could reach so high. All that was mentioned next, in the poem’s incomplete form, was how Helgo returned from the tower’s peak completely alone, and how the tower’s visage was a grim one indeed, but he needed no longer look upon its terrifying height.Such is the story wrote by a young Emperor to be, and the fascination of Futurists. They wonder themselves; is this Tower of Dreams, the Torre dei Sogni, something that the young Emperor knew one must conquer, no matter the time and place, if they are to forge a path into a greater era?-----
>>6484854>What happens to all these weapons we've seized, do we get to keep/sell them or are they to be handed back to the local government?They've been turned over to the Federation for impounding. The terms of mercenary contract looting rights only applies to battlefields and forward operations in active war fronts, something that Domensgrepp officially has neither of, so you can't officially take their stuff and make it your own.
>>6484766>>You weren’t going to exchange prisoners, nor leave a risk open- the next operation would be to raid all the suspected holding places of the hostages, and in doing so, potentially arrest more of Orrmsaga. A fitting final operation, since legitimacy of raids afterwards would be hard to win.>>T-8s were of limited future use as they were- remaking them totally would be a necessity. Have focus put on how to convert them into gun carriers and other sorts of turretless hull types…The sooner we stop trying to use these deathtraps as tanks the better imo
>>6484766>You weren’t going to exchange prisoners, nor leave a risk open- the next operation would be to raid all the suspected holding places of the hostages, and in doing so, potentially arrest more of Orrmsaga. A fitting final operation, since legitimacy of raids afterwards would be hard to win.>T-8s were of limited future use as they were- remaking them totally would be a necessity. Have focus put on how to convert them into gun carriers and other sorts of turretless hull types…
>>6484815On second thoughts tanq going to change my vote to>T-8s were of limited future use as they were- remaking them totally would be a necessity. Have focus put on how to convert them into gun carriers and other sorts of turretless hull types…
>>6484796>>6484848Try to make the T-8 a better T-8.>>6484904>>6484916>>6484977Take your T-8 and make it into something else entirely.In either case, it's time, not for a prisoner exchange, but a prisoner breaking and entering.Updating.
"Wait, you mean you knew THE Giovanni? As in THE leader of Team Rocket? The one that disappeared a few years ago? I don't-" "You brats don't got hardly any attention spans left at all, huh?! Ain't you been listening, kid, we didn't just know him, we practically put him on the map!" Says a stout, gruff old man with a comb over and patchy stubble in charcoal black and silver-grey. The cigarette in his mouth falls out and into his coffee. His eyes have been scrunched shut the whole time, but they go wide and bloodshot at this. "Ah, cripes, see whatcha made me do, brat?!" "We got our start alongside his father, see? Rolled together and helped build the family business. We're the finest cat burglars in the region." Adds the woman next to him, who seems every bit as old, with noticeable laugh lines on her face, and a small nose, with grey wavy hair that falls down to her chin in a bob cut. Her eyes are bright, sharp blue, and a little mischievous. The kid sitting catty-corner to them at the long counter of the diner quirks one eyebrow, and lays his menu down flat in front of him. "I'm sorry... But aren't you a little old to be climbing up buildings and stealing things?" Comb-over slams his fist down on the counter and points accusingly at the child with the other. His eyes are scrunched again, but angled down angrily. "YOU AIN'T GOT A CLUE WHAT WE'RE TOO OLD FOR YA SNOT! WE'RE THE REAL DEAL PROFESSIONAL CRIMINAL AGENTS AND WE GOT DECADES OF EXPERIENCE, WE'RE SHARPER THAN EVER!" He pulls three poke balls out of his pockets then, rising out of his seat and stepping back. "I oughta teach you a lesson right here, right now, about respectin' your elders!"A black leather glove grips his shoulder, and another man, with a deeper voice, speaks up from behind him. "George, you're making a scene. Smooth moves, right? Let's make it all smooth moves today." He says calmly. He's got a leaner, more athletic build than the bruiser he's talking down, with a thick white mustache and mutton chops, a black scally cap on his head... And a black eyepatch with a bold, red letter 'R' on it. His gaze extends past the man's shoulder and to the woman. "And Leslie, I told you not to let him have more than one cup of coffee - you know how he gets." He chides with a slight smile. His good eye is a dull green color, and something flashes behind it when he speaks to her. "Good morning, Leonidas." She says with a smirk. "His wife told me not to let him have more than one side of bacon, either, with his blood pressure where it's been lately. But, well, you know how he gets." She smiles then, showing a silver tooth on the left side that glints in the morning light.>1/3
All's quiet for a minute, and then you feel a tremor run up under your feet, and a loud crash. Another crash. So much for smooth moves! Thief is supposed to let Sneasel ransack without making a noise or mess, what gives? You stroke your mustache, before another loud crashing sound and corresponding quake nearly floors you. Something's sideways... Better check it out. Just hope Hamton or one of the crew doesn't come in while Sneasel and I are still in the room. You grab the comforter and top sheet off the bed, quickly tying a knot in them, and one end to the railing. A trio of Wingull high above cast wide shadows that run over you momentarily, and in the distance you see a Mantine breach the surface of the ocean for a soaring leap before plunging back in with a splash. You heave in a big breath, and climb over the top of the railing, gripping the makeshift rope, and start lowering yourself down. When you're far enough to put your feet atop the rail of the balcony below, and look in through the sliding door, your eyes bulge with shock. Sneasel is in a pitch fight with another pokemon, and he already looks a little bruised up! "SMEEEEEE-ARRRR!" It shouts, unleashing a powerful thunderbolt attack that your partner barely manages to dodge. It's a Smeargle, beige and brown with a long tail ending in a brush like plume of fur that drips with purple ink. It's about the size and shape of your Sneasel, and looks pretty darn mean, too. You had heard Percy used to be a trainer before becoming a journalist, but no word on the kinds of pokemon he worked with. Despite making a career out of gossip, not much is known about him personally. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The Smeargle swipes it's tail around in front of itself for a moment, creating a purple illustration that hangs in the air long enough to make it out - a caricature of your Sneasel! The image fades into nothing, and suddenly the Smeargle's paws take on a dark glow. You could swear, it seems to smirk! The Smeargle used Sketch! And immediately lunges forward, matching Sneasel's evasions with a sudden uncanny grace, and then uses its tail to spring up into a spinning flip over your pokemon's head. When the two are vertically aligned, the Smeargle swipes out and snatches the Lucky Coin using Thief! Then lands behind Sneasel and turns.This has gone from bad to worse. You have to get that photo and get out of here quick, and it looks like this Smeargle has no intention of making that easy. You also want that Lucky Coin back - aside from the sentimental value, it's a dead giveaway that someone was here. It maybe won't screw up the job if you have to abandon it, but it's the kind of loose end you tend to avoid in your work. What will you do to salvage this job gone wrong? >Give all your attention to fighting with Sneasel. Without a trainer to direct him, this Smeargle will have a harder time against a pokemon whose moves are being coordinated by a seasoned battler like yourself. Plus, Sneasel can use Thief to get the Lucky Coin back.>Time is short, you need to multitask. Focus on finding the photo evidence, but being out Golbat to help Sneasel fight and buy you time. >Direct Sneasel to put all of his attention on finding the Polaroid while you deal with the Smeargle using your Golbat to fight. >Withdraw Sneasel and use your Golbat to get out of here now, this is a shitshow! Call George on your radio and have him bust in with his Poliwrath to subdue this Smeargle, ransack the room for the photo, and then bail out of the boat himself using Surf, while you and Golbat pick up Leslie. >3/3
>>6469093>>Withdraw Sneasel and use your Golbat to get out of here now, this is a shitshow! Call George on your radio and have him bust in with his Poliwrath to subdue this Smeargle, ransack the room for the photo, and then bail out of the boat himself using Surf, while you and Golbat pick up Leslie.Feels like the time for a classic exit, memories are short in pokemon world right? this won't be out of the ordinary >.>
>>6469093>Time is short, you need to multitask. Focus on finding the photo evidence, but being out Golbat to help Sneasel fight and buy you time.
...QM?
Life has always been no more than a joke.You were fated by your blood to become one of the Lancer Corps.That blood of yours. A nice gift by your late father 28 years ago. It allows you feats unthinkable to most other humans. Raw strength and litheness, brought about by your ancestors’ close relationship with dragons and wyverns, refined into the magnificent martial arts by the ancient order of the Dragoons. Of all the abilities the lancers have, their most famous (and you dare say, most dashing) one is the Jump. The lancers’ dominion over wind and their unnatural bodily strength let them jump into the skies and fall like birds of prey on top of their foes. Peasants and nobles alike rejoice at the sight of flying lancers, seeking to prove their martial prowess, and also to impress those whose bed they’d like to warm.As for you? What makes you different from your fellows? Nothing, really. You proudly don the dark blue armor of the Lancers. You enjoy the raw talent your blood has given you. You take those who strike your fancy to bed. You do your job for the monarch.Monarch. You keep that word neutral in your mind, because you once served a King (May he rest in peace) and now you serve a Queen. The man was struck by a sudden illness at the age of 50 and died. His only daughter, already 28 (and yet still not married, or having taken any serious lover) is now about to don the crown of the Kingdom of Luehr on her head.But you must confess to yourself: Truth be told, the Princess, now Queen, is the one woman that makes your heart skip a beat. This was so ever since you were a young man. At the tender age of 16, you were assigned as her personal bodyguard. You spent a few weeks courting her majesty, but she denied you a kiss, and was the first girl to follow that up with a slap on the cheek so hard that the mark refused to leave for the next week. A shocking event, it was not as if royals were denied the option of having paramours, and in truth, many took their lancers as lovers if only for a time. Yet she denied you. So suddenly, so harshly...Life is just a joke, because not matter how hard you try to stop thinking of her, to sate your desire by involving yourself with others, to keep your head high and proud because of your bloodline… It’s her you unabashedly love and desire, and the one your mind muses over in the deepest hours of sleepless nights.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6475069Alas.
Shame the quest seems to maybe be dead. I was really liking this one...
>>6471701>“Hello? Mister captain of the motherfucking dragoons? You think you can just stay up late?” She taps your head with the wooden handle of her spear, just strong enough to make it hurt a bit.Rena is cute CUTEJust caught up with the quest, courtesy of seeing Sloucho's post after I taking a break from qst and checking qtg to keep up with the day, and god I like this, I like this a lot, I always dabbled with the thought of making a quest where you serve le evil queen, but I'm more than happy to just play it instead (I'm too lazy to be a qm), I'll be happy to keep playing it too whatever it updates.I'm a little surprised anons had gone straight for politicking first and later bedding fair maidens, how responsible of our dragoon kek>>6472253>>6472234100% there is some degree of charm involved here, I guess in the end the only thing it matters is if we mind a little of mind control going around or if we don't, I say our queen didn't even need to use it on us, and she will be silly when the charm wears off and we still declare our loyalty even harder, because we anons love evil women, at least I do..
>>6480150I love evil women. If only QM would come back...
For House and Dominion: A Knight's Tale (3)Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6353859/H&D Wiki: https://houseanddominion.fandom.com/https://twitter.com/ThatSlowTypingGYou are Joanna Farrell, a would be Knight from the Dominion of Royal Houses. You are among the few remaining survivors of House Meros, a minor House that fell during the turmoil and wars of the early 41st century. Now you and other aspirants have ventured out into the unexplored regions of the universe aboard the starship Bertrand to seek your fortune and gather resources to someday reclaim your lost House.>The CrewThe landless 'Errant' Knight Dar'el Camdie gathered your group of Knight aspirants in the hopes of forging you into a force to be reckoned with. For their efforts they were assassinated and attempts were made at capturing the rest of you. Despite this setback the rest of you have carried on in their memory. Chief Miriam Hannah is in charge of your ship the Bertrand and has been acting as its captain for years now. She can get your forces to where they can do the most good but it will be up to you Knight aspirants to lead the special forces and win battles.Sergeant Mulyadi Reza commands the marines aboard ship and acts as your training officer. He largely remains aboard ship to help protect it in your absense.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484829>Big problem that we don't have the plasma sword link,At first only certain models of medium jump jet suits had the option. More and more suits have since been retrofit with the options for plasma swords over the years. Enough that it's now becoming standard for most new suits. Perhaps the Terrans had other ideas for your current armor and didn't see the need. It's possible the Alliance may be able to perform a refit to add such functionality. Or maybe not. We shall see.
>>6484846also I have to admit I don't really understand the difference between Vampire and Energy Absorber. Is it a difference between energy theft and then separately energy ordinance absorption?
>>6484936pretty sure so far the difference is that the vamp is active while the absorber is passive
Test
>>6484936Working on an detailed explanation but didn't have time to post it before work.
The Caretaker Quest - EpilogueThis is the Epilogue of The Caretaker Quest, a "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into its own thing.This particular thread will be entirely focused on the aftermath of the main story, clear out possibly unanswered questions that may remain and tie lose ends. It will probably be a short AND slow thread, but that also depends entirely on player input, so keep that in mind.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>THE Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Went on a strange adventure to defeat The Beast, a magical creature accidentally created by Merlin himself, source of all magic commonly used by witches and wizards worldwide.>Got stuck at the end of reality after defeating The Beast for almost a year.>Figured out that there are other ways to use magic thanks to the power of emotions.>Became the father of triplets and escaped the end of reality at the same time.>You must now live in a magical world that lost all its magic.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“If they were ready to give us this ultimatum then they most likely already have something ready for us, so we can leave the Ministry for later”“Zhat makes sense, so Hogwarts first?”“Yeah, it´ll give me time to come up with something for Merula´s husband…”You ask a nurse for a phone call and around 20 minutes later you are on your way towards Hogwarts on a big black vehicle you later learned it was called a “Toyota Land Cruiser”, its driver was a big bald burly man in a dark red wine suit and shades, barely spoke a word, only asking if you were comfortable after helping you install 3 baby seats in the back row seats.You could see some of the devastation that The Beast caused when trying to escape, lots of cracked or straight up crumbled buildings. A few roads are still being repaired, their deep cracks being filled up with concrete or dirt. Strangest of all for all muggles, several buildings, ranging from small houses to a whole castle tower and something that looked like a parliament suddenly materialized in between rows of houses, pushing and destroying rows of streets, parks and blocks. They can't figure out where they came from, but you now know that their Unplottable spells ran out of magic and were forced out of hiding.The trip to Hogwarts takes around 6 hours, having to get out of roads to avoid deep holes or drive around new unrecognized pieces of land makes everyone feel a bit lost from time to time, but eventually you see Hogsmeade peek out from behind a mountain, it looks strange having half of the town gone, even stranger, you see muggle construction machinery around.“I guess it makes sense, but I still can't get used to zhe magical society being revealed…” Willow says while peeking out the window of the car.“We better keep to ourselves for a while until we are sure that this isn't affecting muggle normalcy too much”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Professor Slughorn, Madam Chiara, Is good to see you again” You say while carrying Anja in your arms, Willow was carrying Cecilia in hers, Bjorn however was still asleep in the car.“What brings you here m´boy?” He asks while taking his hands to the chest flaps of his coat.“Oooh! and who is this precious ray of moon light?” He gets closer to gently pinch Anja´s cheek.“That would be my daughter, one of them, her name is Anja, this one is Cecilia, and the other sleepy one is Bjorn, and we are actually here for…i guess you could call it business”“Business you say?” Slughorn asks while looking at Madam Chiara.“What kind of business?”“Ve vere vondering if zhere is still need for us here at Hogwarts. Ve are currently unemployed and ve now have a family, sooooo…ve are in need of some cash” Willow informs them of your situation.Slughorn and Chiara exchange worried glances at each other.“Ahh, well, you see m´dear boy, we, ummm…” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Oh, well…that's a shame, we were hoping we could be of any use, but if you say so…hey, do you mind if we take a quick walk around the area? We were hoping we could see this place one more time”Chiara and Slughorn talk to each other quietly for a brief moment.“I see no problem with it” he says.“Just be careful, this is still a construction zone” Chiara finishes.You thank them and beckon Willow to follow you, you both disappear behind a big yellow dump truck next to the dig site.“You are planning somezhing, arent you?”“I think i saw the blue prints for the new castle, if im correct, the new dungeons should be around this area next to the dig site”“So?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484255>>”Perhaps you are right, if we mess this up we could reveal the biggest secret there is to everyone and cause a new wave of chaos”
>>6484255>”Perhaps you are right, if we mess this up we could reveal the biggest secret there is to everyone and cause a new wave of chaos”
You are OTTO GRIGGS, and after installing a random game in your Steam Library, Fantasy Quest 7: Rebirth, you were summoned to another world. Only, instead of a fantastical adventure full of whimsy and joy, you’ve spent the last few days trudging underground through abandoned tunnels and malicious factories. You’re starting to think this was all one big scam.Or you would if you didn’t suddenly gain the power to toy with REALITY itself. An ability that’s saved both your ass and the asses of the new comrades. Particularly one SAKI NISHIMURA, another Earthling who was summoned alongside you (though without the magic powers). But let’s not forget KNIGHT COMMANDER SEVENTEEN, the over seven-foot android who summoned you and foisted the quest of reconquering FACTORY XI-187 upon you– seeing as it’s been mass-producing demonic soldiers and weapons for quite some time now. Along the way, the three of you encountered one LADY LUVETTEL, who, after a little trolling on your part, joined your party after becoming quite OBSESSED with you. It’s a whole thing…Anyway! You figured out pretty quickly that your REALITY MAGIC might not have come from your own abilities, or lack thereof, seeing as the VOID ENTITY, who lives inside your chest, has been complaining nonstop about your “theft” every time you go to sleep. But anything of the sort totally wasn’t willful on your part– None of this was! Especially not joining the army of the BLACKIRON PACT. Seventeen kind of forced that one, but if you had your way, you’d still be back home on Earth. But things never seem to go your way. Like, no way you’d currently be standing in XI-187 if they did. Regardless, while a crusader army rampages about– vanguarded by REN MINATO, the isekai hero who slew the DEMON LORD before your summoning– you’re interrogating a necromancer named BROTHER CALLUM as he whines and whimpers about “Human Rights” or other such nonsense. …Did you mention you’re trying to recruit him?
>>6484238>Try and meet with SakiShe better not support the blues, I don't think we could remain friends with a dirty bligger.
>>6484239>>6484244Writing!
>>6484923“You know, My Lady, I think you’re right,” you say with your eyes on the far-off lounging hero. Is she wearing fucking blue? “As usual,” you add as an afterthought so it doesn’t look like you’re not paying attention to her.“As usual,” Luvettel echoes with a cheerful smile.Okay, there is one small issue with meeting that blue-wearing bastard, though. She’s well defended– and you’re not just talking about her personal capabilities, which you're certain she wouldn’t hesitate to remind you of. You’re more thinking of the half-dozen guards, well, um, guarding the front-row seat she’s taking advantage of. There are a few steppe-orcs, seeing as the bulbous bodies protrude from their armor, while the more well-fitted dark plate of the other guards conceals their heritage. You sure hope none of them happen to have a racial ability like “see through disguise” or “locate Otto Griggs,” or other such bullshit. Though you suppose you should be the last to complain about bullshit hax abilities.Gunshots fire on the track as you rise from your seat as the crowd goes wild. Hoofs beat on the track with a thunderous roar as creatures half-horse and half-human strain to prove to the coliseum that they're superior. It's an eye-catching display that serves as an excellent distraction for you and Luvie’s sprint to what you guess is royal seating. You need not weave through crowds or dodge guards as long as you keep your heads down and don't shoulder-check anyone. Quite a hard task for a prideful demon and unrepentant masshole, but somehow the two of you make it through.Well, you make it close– you're still a few rows above the Saki’s throne, but you managed to sneak into the rows where people seem to be dressed a bit nicer, probably a bit richer, which would make sense given you’re closer to the track. Closer to the action, you can feel the rumbling of the racers throughout your whole body, which kinda hurts a little, and you even inhale their dust as a massive dirt cloud is kicked into the air. You cough. Damn, you bet these seats are damn near the “splash-zone” when the gladiators are out. Maybe even now, seeing how rough the centaurs are being to one another, a lot of punching and shoving that the refs seem not to care about in the slightest. Though you shouldn't get sidetracked by watching the event you came here to watch, you’re on a mission now.There are quite a few guards, but they’re also giving most of their attention to the race in an excellent display of incompetence, and while you could always just waltz right up like Luvettel is doing, that would be– wait, wait, wait! You roughly shove her into yourself, nearly tearing off her hood in the process. Thankfully, nobody saw. You think. “Hm, what is it love?” Luvettel asks as you rapidly decide how to proceed.
>>6484931The centaurs are nearly done with their first lap, and you have no idea how long this race is going to go. More importantly, how long it’s going to hold everyone’s attention. You have to act fast!>Follow Luvettel’s lead and walk up to Saki with confidence>Try to control the dirt [Cloud] to conceal your approach>Cause a [Deafening]-[Explosion] to bring the guards attention elsewhere>Throw something at Saki to get her attention>[Write-in]
>>6484932>[Blink] in front of Saki. Outside of kicking/punching range, of course.I can't believe Saki is a disgusting bluecel. How will Otto ever recover from this betrayal?
You live in a town called Big Satan!To the north there are Yetis and a tribe of orcs that use polar bears as shock cavalry.To the south, there is a vast desert where seminomad serpent people grow strange flowers called Snuff with stimulant properties that can be chewed, smoked or even snorted in powder form; beyond this desert there is a savanna with evil lamias that like to enslave everyone to mine gold and jewels, and further south there is a jungle where elves and gnolls battle for supremacy.To the east there are vast plains where the horse clans fight each other. Beyond them, a country of tiny goblins with large penises, they breed very fast and the female goblins choose mates by dick size, the larger the better.To the west there is an amazonian society where very tall women enslave meek men in mines and farming jobs while they train with deadly melee weapons, their children if female are always tall amazonians, and if male are short and weak willed members of their race.Big Satan is a metropolis with over 25,000 people living there. It has a chronic problem with Vampires. It has a thieves guild, an assassins guild, and more professional guilds than most people can count. The Guild Council holds ridiculous wealth and power. There are many other factions.Yet, it is you who rule the city! When a leader dies, the Noble Council convenes to choose a new leader amongst elligible candidates (male nobles aged between 16 and 70 years old). And right now, they chose you!Little do they know that you have a pact with one of the factions, to let them operate more freely, and this pact has led you to power. But it also binds you to them. The faction that have helped you rise to power was...> The Vampires. They want freedom to run businesses where they can feed in peace.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461704(4/4)You spend the rest of your time relaxing!===RELATIONS ASSESSMENTInternal:Vampires 2/10Thieves 1/10Assassins 1/10Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461700Slum>Flatpack>>6461704Cave monsters>Write in: The state will provide manpower and equipment for fighting cave monsters. This arrangement will last for about a year, where it will be assessed if this made any real differenceI am in favor of not letting our rivals build private armies, even if it costs us>>6461706Grain>Gift someState action>1: ResearchWe need new and more efficient ways to deal with cave monsters, especially trollsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461700> Flatpack Slum.Develop and stick it to the gangs. Two birds, one stone.>>6461704> Allow heavily regulated alchemical weapons in the tunnels onlyNo need to be hasty.>>6461706> Sell them half your grain, at a reasonable price (gain 25k gold)Keeping prices reasonable will make regular customers of them yet. > Build city improvements> DiplomacyNagas.> Appease factionThieves, assassins.
I can swap to this if we need a majority for the vote >>6461806
How we doing qm?
It has been 2000 years since the Black Knight tore open the last of the great portals and trampled the worlds of the Weld with his unstoppable warband. As his band crushed the native kingdoms and nations, burned the banners of ancient orders and sects, and laid to waste the effigies of the gods, the Black Knight did not remain to rule over these broken lands. He rode ever onward, allowing the shattered peoples to rebuild under the shadow of the dark rider. New standards flew over reconstructed walls, men of arms kneeled at the feet of new monarchs, cities rose to glisten in the moonlight, and all throughout the Weld those who had rode alongside the Black Knight departed to carve out a niche that they saw fit. But none would find dominance, for without warning or reason the Black Knight and his cohort would ride again to despoil the realms.It is under these times that our tale brings us to a busy inn along the road Ghenthun, linking the odd trails of Onsev to its two largest portals. Sleeping gravcars and beasts of burden huddle within the confines of the stables as the warm lights of the inn shine against the haze of the cool and cloudy day. The patrons of this meager establishment turn or shiver as the door swings open, bringing in a breeze and…>A figure suited in plate armor, a knight in unassuming grey bereft of heraldry or insignia. His gaze lingers on the crowd a few moments too long (Young Questing Knight)>A coated man who swiftly moves from the door, his hand passing into the insides of his garment as he grasps the stolen collateral he brings for tonight’s game. (Outlaw Gambler)>The cloaked figure of a larger being, followed swiftly by a another shrouded biped escorting a thinner hood who takes in the sights of the crowded tavern (Traveling Princess)>An unassuming being wrapped in cloth against the cold, slipping swiftly and quietly into the shadows of a nearby booth. (Aspiring Thief)>The clank of metal tipped combat boots and the clink of loose rigging as their weary owner shambles to the bar (Free-of-Company Mercenary)
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>6464087>ANSWERRRR
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>6464087>Answer him
>>6464087>Answer him
The steady groaning of the steel submarines structure can be heard throughout the vessel. It doesn't take an experienced mariner to know you're deep enough to cause even the sturdiest of materials great pressure from the current environment. The amount of time you've all been trapped here, how longs it been again? You turn around to check the calendar in your sleeping quarters. APRIL 3, 2100Shit, that's right. You slap yourself on the forehead, the skin from your palm collides and makes an audible smacking noise. It's been not one, not two, but THREE! Fucking months on this vessel. You knew when you signed up for this contract that you'd spend a great deal of time here, but not this long! You sigh aloud in the shared room. You're currently the only one in it, it's not break time and most people are still toiling away making sure the sub stays in one piece. You needed this break though, the day has been particularly tough on both your body and mind.If there's been anything positive about your time spent so far though, it's that the occasional noise or hiss from the sub no longer immediately puts you on your toes. That's not to say you were particularly wanting to be acclimated to moving around in the open, vulnerable in this metal coffin. If you would've had your way, you'd of found a cushy administrative job back at a nearby outpost, not nearly as deep below as you currently are. Whatever, just keep pushing along. The sooner you get back to work, the better your chances of nobody finding out you took a temporary leave from your duties. Right.. your duties, what was it you were hired for again?>Security>Navigations>Engineering & MaintenanceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6461113>Question him on what the word is about this thing outsideFuck it, why not? If he stonewalls us he stonewalls us. Might as well ask
>>6461024Interesting Barotrauma-ish quest. I'll bite!>>6461113>Write-In>"Sir, isn't that the kind of thing we make the assistants do?"
>>6461113>"Sir, isn't that the kind of thing we make the assistants do?"
>>6461113>>6461154+1 for this
>>6461113>Fuck that, I'm tired of this shit!
