The Caretaker Quest - Part 9This is part 9 of the "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 his own thing.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>You obtained a piece of The Beast>Salazar has now escaped his child body prison.>The Beast is now trying to escape under any circumstance>Both you and Salazar are going through Merlin's trials in order to reach the most powerful source of magic availableComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6379468>>”Gilderoy Lockhart! He had another piece of the beast! We find him, we have better chances to fix this!”Sorry I haven't been around health issues and other shit.
>>6379617>Sorry I haven't been around health issues and other shit.its ok, just glad to have you back! hope you feel better again soon.
>>6379659Thanks. Going keep trying to figure out what is up.I appreciate the vote in IQ, as always.
>>6379468>>”Gilderoy Lockhart! He had another piece of the beast! We find him, we have better chances to fix this!
>>6379468>”Gilderoy Lockhart! He had another piece of the beast! We find him, we have better chances to fix this!”
It was eerily quiet and dark in the hallways of the facility, the usual noise of people wandering about and announcements being made no longer filling the halls. Jabal awoke in this eerie silence, feeling cold all over his body. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he pushed himself up from the metal floor he found himself on. The last thing he recalled, he was running away from Titania's chamber after finding that Titania was not there. He had hoped to get to his and Catherine's office, but something must have happened which caused a massive blast which knocked him unconscious. After getting to his knees, he felt quite some pain throughout his body, finding rubble and shards of glass having scattered around him, as he saw that he had plenty of cuts and minor injuries. He looked around, before noticing Catherine on the floor a short distance behind him."Catherine..." Jabal gasped in horror, before rushing over to her. He felt quite some sharp pain throughout his legs and chest, yet he ignored them to get to his wife. He started to breathe heavily as he carefully flipped Catherine around, noticing she was quite bloodied and injured as well. "No no no no... No, don't... don't let this happen... No..." He mumbled in terror, ripping apart her labcoat and soon looking over her body for injuries. Most of the cuts and scrapes were minor, but he was extremely concerned by the fact she wasn't waking up for god knows what reason. He'd look in his pockets for anything he had on him which could help, before looking around for any kind of supply closet or small medical room. Though, it seemed there was not much of anything around him right now. Fortunately, as he panicked, he heard a soft groan from Catherine. He started to smile as Catherine opened her eyes and looked right at him. "J... Jabal?" She said quietly, Jabal nodding and letting out some tears. "Y-Yes, my love... Are you hurt?" He still was quite concerned, clearly fearing her being seriously injured. Catherine smiled reassuringly. "A little bit... But, I'm fine..." Jabal would carefully lift Catherine up before tightly hugging her. "Thank god... thank god..." Jabal mumbled softly, Catherine hugging him back softly. "Are... are you okay? You look pretty roughed up as well. What... what even happened?" Catherine mumbled, the two continuing to hug. "I'm fine. I just... stumbled a little bit." Jabal quietly responded, Catherine letting out an almost silent scoff. "Heh... So, what actually happened? I remember... running to our office, and then there was a loud bang and..." Catherine went silent, clearly not remembering much else. Jabal finally let go of their hug, looking around a bit and slowly getting up. "Hngh, I'm not sure what happened either." Looking around, Jabal would feel a gentle breeze coming from the direction leading to Titania's chamber, making him take a step back. "I think... that things have gone terribly, terribly wrong."
>>6379789>>You had already mentioned Yuki to Juda, and weren't exactly eager to mention more subjects who would become targets to these bastards. Perhaps, you could just repeat what you said before and pray that it was enough?Play dumb, worse case scenario come with an excuse like the scientists which we worked with didn't told us other subjects names and not many of them liked to share theirs.
>You had already mentioned Yuki to Juda, and weren't exactly eager to mention more subjects who would become targets to these bastards. Perhaps, you could just repeat what you said before and pray that it was enough?Whilst Juda stood in front of you to protect you from this sadistic soldier, you decided to respond to the soldiers' demand for intel. Though, you decided to play the fool a little. "Erm, w-well... I'm K-Koharu I-Ito, codename, ummm, SB-78... I-I already e-explained some t-things to your f-friend... a-and, ummm, I told him I-I don't know much else a-about my s-sisters... M-My caretaker d-didn't tell us about t-them..." You responded anxiously, trying your best to play dumb and pretend like you didn't know much else. You also looked over at Juda, hoping he'd press you for further questions. Fortunately, he'd do so, but it did also reveal you knew more than you let out. "So you've got a sibling called Yuki and another you don't know much about. And what about your caretaker?" Juda asked, the far more aggressive soldier continuing to keep his gun on you."Ummm, h-he was... uhhh... I-I don't remember." You still remembered how your caretaker looked, but your memory of what he was called was a little hazy. Though, upon responding with this, the more aggressive soldier stepped forward with his pistol. "You sure got a lot of memory issues. Perhaps we ought to do a quick bit of precision brain surgery, huh?" He aimed the pistol at your head, you shaking your head and panicking again. "I-I'm serious! I-I know w-what he looked like! H-He had b-black hair, d-darker skin a-and h-he was a l-little bit s-short! P-Please, I-I promise you! I-I don't know much more! M-My memory j-just isn't the best!" Fortunately, Juda again stood up for you, speaking aggressively. "Eduard, fucking stop! The more stress you put on her, the less likely she will tell us more about this place!" Eduard squinted his eyes, before looking over you. And to your relief, he'd lower his gun.However, your relief was short-lived, as he pointed the gun at your leg and pulled the trigger without warning. A sharp, burning and intense pain pierced your leg, you immediately letting out a pained scream as you felt blood seeping from your leg. "Eduard, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Juda yelled, as you fell to the ground and held onto your leg. The bleeding was pretty intense and the pain was not helping, it being difficult to focus at all. "Relax, Juda. I am just making sure our 'prisoner' won't get the chance to run from us." Juda went quiet seeming a little unsure on what to say. You started sobbing from the pain, holding onto your leg as your body felt like it was in agony. Juda would get to his knees and spoke in a more calm yet eerie tone to you. "Now, I am going to get the others to come over here. I suggest... you start remembering your sister, your caretaker and anything else which we can put to use. Understood?"
You instinctively nodded, wanting to do anything to ensure your survival. "Eduard, what if she bleeds out?!" Juda then asked, to which the cruel soldier paused to look over you, before looking around. "Well, there's probably a small medbay somewhere around here. You can find some bandages to block off the wound around here." Afterwards, Eduard would grab some kind of radio and said: "Alright, I've incapacitated the subject with Juda. Everyone retreat to the main base so we can regroup and I can then lead you over to the subject." Afterwards, he turned back to Juda and dismissively said: "You stay here and make sure she doesn't try anything funny. Maybe gather a bit more intel from her, now that she might be more open to answer our questions." The bastard let out a scoff, before leaving you with Juda again. Juda let out a groan before speaking softly. "Ugh, I just wanted to learn more about the facility... But of course this guy has to pull this crap." Juda mumbled as he started looking around for a medbay."Uhhh, how are your regenerative abilities? You might wanna eat that food you stole if it is of any help." Juda remarked, you nodding quickly and reaching into the bag with food, quickly trying to eat whatever you could. Though unsurprisingly, the pain and shock had made you forget all about your hunger, you honestly even being tempted to just leave the food until later. Though, with the okay from Juda and the fact you were rather injured, you would still try and eat a little bit. Fortunately, Juda did soon return with some makeshift gauze and bandages to help stop the bleeding. It didn't seem like he was an expert on the matter, but it was nice that he was trying to help you out somewhat.>Ask Juda some questions. Like, why is he helping you? Why was he working with these guys who clearly didn't give a damn about what he thought? And what even was their deal? (Write in what you ask.)>Tell Juda that you had a plan still. You already tried playing the fool, but you still had another idea on how you could avoid being executed and maybe gain the other soldiers' trust. (Write in what plan you'll share with Juda.)>Tell Juda more about yourself to gain his trust. Maybe he'd show more sympathy and help you escape if he knew your situation. That, or he could forward it to Eduard without issue. (Write in what type of information you try and tell him.)>Ask Juda to help you escape or hide. Maybe you could quickly find a place to hide until these guys left this place. Though, given your leg injury, chances were that Juda was going to have to assist you with this escape plan. (Write in if there's anything specific you ask Juda.)>Something else...
>>6380139>Ask Juda some questions. Like, why is he helping you? Why was he working with these guys who clearly didn't give a damn about what he thought? And what even was their deal? (Write in what you ask.)Included questions are good.>Tell Juda more about yourself to gain his trust. Maybe he'd show more sympathy and help you escape if he knew your situation. That, or he could forward it to Eduard without issue. (Write in what type of information you try and tell him.)He said he wanted to learn more about the facility, so tell him about what it was like before everything went to shit.
>>6380139>Tell Juda more about yourself to gain his trust. Maybe he'd show more sympathy and help you escape if he knew your situation. That, or he could forward it to Eduard without issue.We were an artist. We did carving. Painting.Talk about Mona, what she was like we don't know she's dead yetTalk about everyday life in the Facility. The staff. The goings-on of the combat sector. Non-tactical trivia about our sisters.>Ask Juda some questions. Like, why is he helping you? Why was he working with these guys who clearly didn't give a damn about what he thought? And what even was their deal?How'd he fall in with these guys when he's clearly not cut from the same cloth?Are we just going to get shot when they feel like they've gotten everything from us?What are they even trying to do down here anyway?-----I fucked up my notes since I'd never seen Koharu's name and her codename in the same place before a few posts ago and made a duplicate profile for her. Koharu was already in the MGE as SB-78 - consider her "alternate personality" and that her cell, for holding this supposedly cowardly and weak "artist" was in the combat sector for fuck's sake. Methinks Koharu is actually a lot less defenceless than she thinks she is and, if she gets put up against the wall, there will be fireworks. I suppose that's what this story is leading up to.
You laid on the cold floor, eyes heavy and limbs numb. On your left, the sun had begun to set… Probably the last one you’ll witness. Second by second, life slowly drained from your body. You weren’t a hero or a savior, but you’d like to think you gave more good to the world than evil. With that final thought, you closed your eyes one last time. “O brave soul…”Or not.You stood on a clear floor that reflected you, in an empty space that stretched as far as you could see. The clouds were no longer grey, but fluffy and white in a sea of blue sky. A woman stood, no, an angel…“I beseech you to save my people. I am Lumina, the goddess of my people. What should have been your eternal rest, I have taken your soul in order to save my world.”Her wings fluttered as the golden light around her head glowed. Everything passed by so fast it was difficult to catch up. You didn’ t think of yourself as a hero either. You were a survivor.[Choose character] >Character 1 Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6360767>>Write-in>A musket spear! Also known as a musket with a bayonet!
>>6360767>A flintlock sword
I apologize for the sudden end of this qst but I need to put this qst down. I thought I would be on hold until my class started in March, but I got a sudden order and am currently in class which I cannot miss and must focus on since I'm in the Army now. Again, my apologies for starting a quest and putting it back down so quickly
>>6361710welp, at least I thank you for warning us
>>6360767>A musket axeWoodsman maxxing
We are back! Only a year after the first thread. I’m like that, sorrynotsorry. You are Alyssa NicNivara, High Elven lady archmage of the seventh order, stuck in this strange backwards land called ‘Westeros’ with your sister Anya, a cleric of the Dawnfather, your druidess colleague Eva, and four mortal partymembers you scarcely know. Where we left off, you and your party were demonstrating what duels of the mighty look like to these folk who do not know power; your duel with Anya involved you turning into a Sea Dragon and accidentally frightening many spectators, and then polymorphing into a 20-foot-tall-Sun Giant - which is when Lord Stark happened to walk in, at just the right moment to witness you beating your sister over the head with her own summoned Leskylor. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62761627?view_full_work=truehttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6182755/https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/westeros-elf-wizard-quest-archive.1213676/>Just another day in the life. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5 + 26 (1d20 + 26)>>6374036
>no update
>>6376867I promise I'm alive and still, but I'm going to college and working at the same time and I had to study for exams for real this week so it may be a bit
>>6377190that's fine
>>6377190good luck with the exams
>Now with intro theme music https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a Golden Power handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.But one day a terrible Demon was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious Shadow Tribe. He dwelt atop an enormous Black Tower, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...The Shadow Tribe's sacred duty was to protect the Golden Power by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.One among their number rose to the challenge, and used Shadow Magic to pursue the Demon to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the Hero of Shadows, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 4 (1d6)You step carefully sideways a few places, not lifting your feet above the water's surface to maintain quiet. The great beast, ever hungry, swivels it's eyestalks downward to focus only at the meagre scraps of food floating before it. Again, carefully it reaches down with its smaller, more dextrous claw, plucking a grub from the water with surprising grace. This is when you launch your attack! With a heavy step you spring forwards and leap into an aerial somersault, managing barely to arc above its massive foreclaw. Slashing sidelong when you bound above it, you manage to sever both stalks with a single strike! They drop into the water and float there like a pair of fat bobbers. SPLOSH-OSHSH GRKRKRKLKRLRKLRLLRLURGARLK! You don't have to speak crab to know it's terribly angry! It's claws are both raised aloft now, pinching at the air in distress, and it lurches leftwards and rightwards. Landing on its other side, you extend your sword before you, preparing to defend... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5, 5, 1, 6 = 17 (4d6)>>6377103
Hot dice tonight..
>>6377113We have the power of Japanese History on our side.https://youtu.be/7ktHrtxUHbg?t=40
>>6377105Nice roll!
you play as Argia Candente, the silver-haired Hand of Ansàrra. After proving your worth in your darkest hour, your Goddess has blessed you with many gifts. But the door to the Night opens, and the final hour looms…# # # # # #Welcome to the eight thread of Argia Candente’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a newly-found F-cup, by Ansàrra’s grace) Holy Knight (fully-fledged now!) with a penchant for daydreaming and less plagued by self-doubt after Ansàrra’s own blessings, on a quest to save the world from the resurgent Seven Sisters and their demonic rule..For tomorrow dawns in darkness, and you may have to bear the light of Her sun upon your very shoulders…So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from.And then let’s decide together where we are going.
>>6379978# # # # # #In the Mar Da Candéa, the House of Nottefonte has long been the most powerful and respected.The servants did not expect to find Arturo Mandago da Nottefonte laying on the floor of his library, a hole where his face was supposed to be. His red blood spilling silver. Slowly evaporating in thin ribbons of smoke.# # # # # #The towers of the mercantile republic of Frigéia have often scraped against the very clouds. On top of immense barges, legends have it that they have been built thanks to a deal with the devil.On that evening, the bookers of Frigéia would have been tasked to document their ruin, smashed pieces falling into the sea, if they themselves had not been caught in the utter chaos that was engulfing the floating city.Like every single ship and vessel and merchant patriarch had been hit by the same mysterious curse.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6379979# # # # # #You feel it. A ripple going through your soul. Your cameo sizzles. You look sideways, trying to find Lithala… but there she is. On the ground. Celaeno holds her up, and the Stilladìa’s body cracks, that strange light oozing from the cracks.You shudder as her silver army disappears.You jump down to try and reach her. You cannot leave her alone!You grit your teeth and continue. Willow is close. You can still close the door. Lithala bought you time. Do not waste it.Add a suggestion
>>6379981>You grit your teeth and continue. Willow is close. You can still close the door. Lithala bought you time. Do not waste it.As much as it pains me doing that, each second Celaeno is wasting on her version of an onesided Kiengir catfighting means we can use it on closing the door to the apocalypse..assuming there is something left to save besides madua by the end of it>>6379585hopefully good ones..>>6379979The biggest irony of all this is that by weakening Lithala and undoing all the 600 years of buildup she did until now Celaeno is doing Ansàrra a favour, hard for a war to end all wars to break out if Lithala is down again to herself + Helias.
>>6379981>You grit your teeth and continue. Willow is close. You can still close the door. Lithala bought you time. Do not waste it.Bragia-senpai... Hold on! Just a little longer!
>>6379978>… you have stolen our youngest’s ability to bind, pretender. But great as she was, she was the least among us. And what she bound, we can break.Oh no>>6379981>You grit your teeth and continue. Willow is close. You can still close the door. Lithala bought you time. Do not waste it.
A soft quiet hangs over the forest as you run through the underbrush. Compared to the lobby, it felt like a heavy blanket was draped over the arena and muffled everything outside. You do your best to not break the silence with your movement as you hurry through the forest. Spawns in an arena match are static but there were a few different locations where one could be spawned in. The limited amount of spawn points meant that anyone could narrow down the location of their opponent by heading over to them and seeing if they were there. That was, of course, assuming that their opponent hadn't moved in the interim. With how defenseless you were right now, you were sure that one or two direct hits from a simple spell would be disastrous. Not to mention her aim was far better than any newbie you ever saw. It would be best not to underestimate her, especially now that she had practice. You slide behind a fallen log and go prone. You strain your ears for any sound of your opponent but the silence persists. You needed to formulate a strategy. The set up of your fight was quite simple, each of you had 3 healing potions and 3 mana potions. Not too egregious but enough to give each other a pick me up in case of a bad hit. You're not sure how well you'd be able to utilize the mana potions at the moment but the healing potions could come in handy in a pinch. You also had your ability to cheat death once per real world day. It was an ability that Serena didn't know about and you weren't really sure you wanted to use for a simple spar. Lifting up your coat, you make sure that your canister of fuel on your hip was locked in and ready to use. A quick adjustment of the wrist and the nozzle for your igniter, a miniaturized flamethrower, pops up and ready to use. You only had about 5 shots with a single can unless you decided to empty it completely for a large wall of fire. Finally, you reach down and pop off the small buckle on your belt. You flick the small lid off of the fake lighter and see the tiny grapple hook pop out, ready to fire and zip you towards your target or pull something towards you if it was light enough. These were just two of the gadgets you had built in what you hoped would be a small arsenal of tricks you could use. Even so, you weren't sure how well they could carry you now that you were playing a class without features.
>>6379887>Accept the position. It's not like much will change. There won't suddenly be a new influx of work and responsibility. You'll basically be doing the same thing you've been doing recently. Maybe with less tending to the front desk. Eh whatever.
>>6379887>Accept the position. It's not like much will change. There won't suddenly be a new influx of work and responsibility. You'll basically be doing the same thing you've been doing recently. Maybe with less tending to the front desk.
>>6379887>Accept the position. It's not like much will change. There won't suddenly be a new influx of work and responsibility. You'll basically be doing the same thing you've been doing recently. Maybe with less tending to the front desk. We don't want to seem ungrateful and, shit, we WILL be doing the same job as ever more or less. A title could be nice.>Just don't go crazy on the raise, okay?
"To Truth and Justice!"The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices.You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew:The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague.The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim.Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one.And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike."...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free." One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hackett gives you a few moments to process, then gives another nod to miss Lovelace."Now, we do have a few leads you may choose to pick up." He says turning back to you and a data overlay appears over the Citadel hologram which has once again moved into focus. The overlay, you suspect, was the one highlighting anomalous constructs."There are several areas that have been marked of particular interest." Hackett continues and three reticles appear on the citadel. Although two of them appear in locations that also register as familiar to you, it's the third one that give you pause. In fact you barely listen to the admiral drone on."One of those areas is the C-Sec Academy around which much of the emergency operations have been focused and is serving as operating base for those of our men who have volunteered to help on the ground. It is also where Shepard's team is operating from."This did stir your attention. Of course Shepard would be down there, helping. There had been speculations around that he didn't make it through the battle of Earth, but Libella did mention him. And now you were going to work alongside the living legend, saviour of the citadel, destroyer of the Reapers.No pressure.Your peers did not remain unresponsive either."Huh." Kris gave a grunt of admiration. As far as you knew his expressiveness, this was as close as he got to a "Squee!".Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Doctor Ford. I am going to be blunt. Did you, during your previous career, leave any prothean, or otherwise, artifact as a memento with your family?"That one was easy. You shake your head."No, I have not. All artifacts we've recovered have gone through very thorough analysis carried out by CIX. I would never leave any unknown alien technology as a civilian mantelpiece, much less with people I care for." You respond without offense, it was after all not an entirely unreasonable guess for a semi-independent adventurer. However, warnings of the many exotic dangers unknown ancient technology could pose were a sort of copybook heading you've come across often in your education, with subsequent adventures only confirming its wisdom."I can confirm that. We may take chances out in the field, but we don't play fast and loose with lives on inhabited worlds." Kris supports you. "...when we can help it." He adds on a quieter note, possibly reminded that one time on Illium. But really there was no way that would allow you to get away while observing all the air traffic regulations that time."I see." Hackett does not press the issue. "Well, it may be worth for you to investigate the area. Our capacities are stretched too thin with other, larger centres of civilian survivors.""Noted." You nod."Good. With that being said, as I don't expect you to back out despite the dangers, you have, as I said, freedom to choose your approach. Be advised though that we are relying on you to avoid more… forceful… methods of containment. If situation begins to develop into a clear and imminent threat to the planet, you will be asked to evacuate - if said situation allows."The old admiral spoke firmly and you returned his gaze, feeling both the gravity of the insinuation as well as the man's inner hope that it would not come to that, much as he was well seasoned in keeping such emotions to himself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Yes, you'd like to ask about… (specify)>No, you're good.And with that decided you would…>Stay for a while and go over your options in greater detail here in the conference room. Perhaps you could even try to contact Shepard's team.>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>Head out and towards the C-Sec academy. Shepard's team may have found some new leads that didn't make it to this briefings and coordinating with him might help.You briefly consider going to Citadel archives as well, but that seemed… premature, at this juncture. And a voice in the back of your head telling you you would not do much discovery as distraught as you were right now.Hackett did also touch subtly on one more point to address, rather than a question to ask… your gaze drifts towards Lea. The Quarian senses your gaze and looks back at you.She blinks.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6373165>>No, you're good.>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>No, seriously. Do make her sit this out.put her in a straight jacket if she resists>Take Kris and Eve
>>6373165>Yes, you'd like to ask about… (specify)>Do we know if and how the nanoplague affects synthetics?>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>Do make her sit this out.>Take Kris.
>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6344652>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellHeliopolis Colony has been Destroyed. The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the Vesalius
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the VesaliusOnly we have to know it's here after all, and if they'll stay neutral then there's really no danger. (backstab 20 episodes later...)
>>6377809>>6378103>>6378149It only took you leaping up to Athrun's cockpit and disengaging the emergency lock to look at Athrun's stunned expression.In particular because, maybe for the first time ever since meeting. You're scolding him as you look sternly at them "What was that, Zala?"That much seemed to recompose the young redcoat as he let their hands go from the controls of the Mobile Suit "It was Kira's... I... I didn't think right at this moment and just-."Your stern gaze softens as you once again remind yourself of the conflicted emotions and sense of duty clashing with an old friendship... This Kira Yamato.He's certainly lived quite the interesting life in the interim to end in opposite sides like this.Letting go of Athrun as you tell them to begin preparing to depart, you dropped down and turned to Lowe as he crossed their arms.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378753[ https://files.catbox.moe/u68h3n.mp3 ]Lowe's Red Frame tossed the Green-Frame's shield as you caught it within the MS' off arm, Athrun deciding to flash a thumbs up with the Aegis as he realized the gesture."My apologies for my behaviour, Junk Guild... Thanks!" He sounded off, the Aeegis focusing away to disengage and return to the Vesalius as you...You somehow... Got what they meant in regards to meeting again, a little.It sound vaguely poetical in such a way but it seems there's truly a magnet-like connection for these Astray frames Morgenroete produced.Which left you with a somewhat relaxed weight in regards to your trip to the PLANTs...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378762The Fortress of Artemis has been destroyed by the separated Le Creuset Squadron, with the aid of the G-WeaponsThe Archangel only managing a daring escape from the crumbling asteroid fortress, as its crew rescued and heralded a chunk of retreating soldiers from Artemis itself, stocking the forces and crew provided within the vessel.As their one and only Coordinator Pilot, once again questioned his own will to fight against the increasingly dire circumstances of the Archangel's ongoing silent run.[ Miguel Aimann has joined the crew of the Nemo, The Archangel's forces have received refugees from Artemis, Tolle Koenig has begun training to pilot Mobile Armors. ]
On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic……while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last.You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...…but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374972>>6374982He was saying he'd post news in the QTG which was a bit worrying. This thread's only on page 5, it'll be up for at least another month.
>>6374972>>6374982>>6374989I have some ideas, but right now I'm still pretty tired and bummed out, and trying to actually start writing is a struggle right now. I do think I'll try a short Pokemon quest now, but haven't decided where or when. In the meantime, I at least have what I believe would be my first cover art for it.
>>6375005Oh that's cute as hell!!!!!
>>6375005Guess I’ll see you then, man.
>>6375005nice job!
Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you.After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it!So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home...Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess.
QM curse is real
I'm alive. I've been sick for the past month and a half but I've been working on a chunky update while I'm recovering. Don't know when I'll be done but I promise that I haven't and won't abandon this quest.
>>6372035Godspeed NotIse
>>6372035You just can't catch a break, can you man?Get well soon.
>>6372035Hopefully you feel better, NotIseQM.
You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.
>>6373833The next day is busy for you. L3 Eugen had you mark on a map of the stormdrains what you saw and where, and you spent two hours in recollection of vague memories and maps that don't seem to line up, eventually marking up the orphanage, monument, ampitheatre, gun mill, cannibal eatery, and the alleyway where you ambushed Durant. Despite being the person that set up the wifi drone nest to spy on them. Part of you wants to believe it's a form of punishment, but in reality it's probably just bureaucracy at its worst.When you return home, you find that mama has left a surprise. Erika has not left you one, but two dresses. You have a blue and white winter dirndl, clearly made from the same thick and warm leathers and linens as the northern expedition uniforms. Though it appears clean and well pressed, handling the material betrays that it is made from a material made to go to the north pole and back.New equipment available.Winter DirndlA heavy traditional German dress made from the pinnacle of modern materials science, deceptively rugged in nature.+ Solid slash resistance; comparable to Turnout gear+ Disguise, not immediately recognized as a member of Stormwatch, more so when not visibly armed- You are perceived as unarmored by friend and foe alike- Restricted mobilityBut more than that, mama has left you a pure white dress and a flowercrown, like what you would wear back in your village as a child.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375667Dirndl can be big value in case the banquet goes tits up and the situation becomes desperate. The gown is going to be for Kiikoinen later
>>6375667A wedding gown. Thanks mom
>>6375789Something something "try not to get it too stained, sweetie!"
>>6375667Both strong looks, though I favor the former for this event.
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6379401I don't have voting rights so just piping in to say this anon speaks truth. Anons ITT have made a dangerous habit of voting for the most balls-out option in every vote because it's worked out so far but this will bite our ass eventually. We must consider risk/reward.
>>6379488The actual VIP this operation is the clanker unfortunately.
>>6379089>“…Vinehounds, move out.” [Xenophobe]I don't have anything cool to say :(>You carry Goldie the rest of the way, potentially further straining your own self beyond even your genemods but ensuring he’ll be optimal when you do hit the jungle again. [Further Physical Test]I simply believe that we will just roll well on the check (also I am addicted to seeing dice being rolled), and also fulfilling the shitpost of carrying Goldie all the way sounds like it would be really funny.>>6355843>>6379488Counterpoint: Quest is a board mostly filled with baby cowards that won't take risks ever and I think it's refreshing to see a quest where people actually do want to take risks while playing. I will vote for risk, sue me.
>>6379089>“…Vinehounds, move out.” [Xenophobe]>You carry Goldie for a few hours, until he’s well enough to limp and lean on someone. But you keep his pack, can’t have him dropping it in his state. [No Physical Test] + [Goldie takes -1 vital status]>>6356179Check
>>6379089>“…Vinehounds, move out.” [Xenophobe]>You carry Goldie for a few hours, until he’s well enough to limp and lean on someone. But you keep his pack, can’t have him dropping it in his state. [No Physical Test] + [Goldie takes -1 vital status]It’s me>>6355833
One day at a time....That's what the social worker assigned to you keeps repeating. It is to help with the 'rehabilitation' process or some such bullshit. They shoved you into a group home, tell you to study hard to finish your education and force you to socialize with girls your age.That woman has to know it's useless. You are going to age out of the system and get tossed within the year. What is the point? Everything has no meaning, no duty, no chivalry...This is all the fault of the Pretty Star Warrior bitches and those Arkadian Kingdom bastards!Those supernatural assholes destroyed the Sumi gang with their war over humanity and magic. It's hard to know which one did more damage. Was it the Arkadian Kingdom taking over and tainting every gangsters' heart crystal? Or was it the Pretty Star Warriors handing over all the dirty secrets of the gang to the cops after purifying everyone?Every allied yakuza in the Greater Tokyo association was furious. They issued the zetsuenjo permanent expulsion, a literal death warrant for the Sumi gang. The godfather had to willingly offer up his life and disband the gang to let his underlings off the hook.You remember digging his grave on that remote mountain. You remember the coldness of the soil, how hard it was to dig with the shovel. Hands bled and blood trickled down the handle, but you didn't stop. The grave had to be deep; it had to be proper for a righteous man."Azami..." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6379459>Ask how he feels about moving to Hokkaido...Hmm, I don't know how to handle kids. Only thing for sure is not to bring up parents, even if fishing for information would be useful. Maybe asking about odd things would be the most I'd push it. I do remember that as a kid I hated when adults wanted to ask about school like that was the only thing that mattered, so I guess that is right out.
>But I still remember when you got angry and set fire to that mountain of cash to prove a point to a traitor. Or when you caught a gambler cheating in chohan dicing and smashed the tsubo cup into his face. Or punching a customer when he got too drunk and hassled that girl you were soft on.I don't think our girl Azami can ever have a guy at this rate. I could be wrong but she's definitely the type the fujo girl would call "unintentional femcel" or some other cringe term like that>>6379459backing >>6379463
I'll be absent for a few days, won't really be able to write until Sunday. So extra long voting period.
>>6379459>Ask if he saw anything strange lately...Kids notice stuff
>>6379588+1>>6379459
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMYhttps://discord.gg/SaH8tBttxWith several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 22 begins!
Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12 (3d10)>>6374993>>6375054>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of RebirthWe try the mud again.
>>6375051>MA: develop tech, with all my standard of living upgrades as foundation: Quality has a Quantity all it’s own (increase Pop capacity in the Cradle of Royalty per every 2 culture tech)This city… isn’t it truly beautiful?So beautiful that maybe… one may be willing to get a liiiittle cramped to still live in it?>MA+1DI: wizard: try to draw down energy from the starsLight comes, in a great and beautiful rain, every single night.From the stars themselves, it is called to the center of all creation- the Crown, the Throne, the Ruler, the same way all things revolve around it like a court around its sovereign.But such energy, such brilliance, it is wasted! With the guidance of the crown, it may be harvested- for who knows what purposes…
Rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17 (3d10)>>6374925>>6375054>Unit Move [Gerniet] (23,4)Gerniet crests the edge of the crags, overlooking a gulf of crystalline water, sparkling with the reflection of countless icebergs. In this moment, recounting their conversation with Lys, Gerniet realizes that they endured so much fear and restlessness for no reason. Everything they want can be within grasp with enough mindfulness and determination, and everything that cannot be will be resolved with time. For truly the first time for a vessel before their deathbed, Gerniet has discovered freedom.Extending an open gauntlet towards the horizon, this freedom will be provided to many more listeners than Gerniet alone.>Terraform [MA] [1DI] Claim (22,0) (23,0) (29,3)>Build [MA] Vesper Keep, a new settlement on (29,3)>Relocate [MI] 10 pop from the Lake of Communion, and 10 pop from the Eastern Reach, to Vesper Keep, a massive band of listeners who followed alongside Gerniet's immense journey to explore the north.>Unit Move [Greg] to (14,12), and menacingly stare off the northern edge of the walls.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374993>>6375054>>6378306>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of RebirthThis time with feeling.>Major: [Terraform Creation] [2xDI] [6 foreigner pop] - Create unique Powerful Resource: Daemu Fen (Constructions and Structures supplied with it passively rebuild over a given period of time) - Gunmetal grey mud now awash in flakes of vibrant verdant green - each fleck shimmering like a foil leaf or oil slick of a life given to fuel it's unholy creation. Taking from the very means of self propagation and regeneration of both races, the Daemu Fen's a terrifyingly resilient material, able to 'remember' what it is supposed to be and regenerate quite literal stone structures like a natural organism. Similarly training it with memories of what it "should" be allows for mass production of various self-assembling objects, similar to the functionality of the gunslugs. Memory foam Fen, basically. Using: Domain - Mud. Resources - Glepnal Mud, Concerators, Daemu Fen. Pops - 3 Daemu 3 Narcissists. Rolling Terraforming (3 dice)A great basin is carved out by the dragon's talons and fangs. An unhealing wound in the jungle floor where life no longer can perpetuate itself. A hole dug into the ground that wound soon become a cauldron, as the Decor roll out the carpet of mud and fire that pour into it with a voracious appetite. With the threat of gunpoint and a grand sweep of her tail, mortals one and all are lined up and swept into the boiling mass of mud, where the goddess swirls them into the Daemu Fen of their own flesh and blood, covetting their souls, to fill the forming ranks of her grand hoard. >Major: [Develop] [DI] [6 Narcissist Pops] - Vessel Refinement: What is Dead Can Never Die - Implanting the capabilities of the Narcissists in the Vessels of her Will using the Daemu Fen as a catalyst: On the epoch after a Vessel Unit takes damage, roll a 1d3. The Unit recovers Pop equivalent to the rolled number, as long as it does not exceed the number of Pop lost on the previous epoch.Using: Domain - Mud, Soul. Tech - Glepnal Stoneforging, Cermaic Hardening, Pottery, Ceramic Kilns. Vessel Refinement (Partial). Resources - Glepnal Mud, Daemu Fen, Narcissists [6].Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378532>Unit Move [Greg] to (14,12), and menacingly stare off the northern edge of the walls.No small number of Kikka suddenly get the feeling that they really ought to be somewhere else.
