in a meaningless world, a girl finds heaven in scarlet mist
>>6349190oh no no noanyway yeah she did after the fight, but then the adrenaline argument wouldn't apply very much, and it was definitely a shorter conversation than the one with blondie, along with being hours agoalso fair point on perception
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>6349191adrenaline does last for 20-30 minutes.anyways heres the second roll
>>6349192>81nice, i'm going steal lorene's face now.
>>6349193just wait for the wisdom rolls to see if you truly understand her character enough to convincingly act like her :P
>>6349194>convincingly act like herwho said anything about convincingly, we do things for the kicks in this revengeance>while in reality, you could try to roll to the side to get closer to the cabinet full of kitchen knives for a mega attack next turnWell if one wanted to disengage to get to knife cabinet, with this system it be giving up a one's turn allowing the other to attack prompting that whole DEX/PA vs DEX/CON sans counterattack, reflecting that it's an extremely bad idea to not give an enemy all your attention
Howdy everyone this quest is inspired by Tower Dungeon, Dark Souls and gritty fantasy. With a rather flexible take on the Basic roleplaying Universal Game Engine is the basis for characters, skills and combat. _ One Hundred years have passed since the last Vexana Cosmesis influxia - The alignment of stars necessary for the correct partitions of the many seen and unseen angles of reality, allowing the beyond to grasp the physical once more.Since that moment every hour, minute and second has been counted as Kingdoms heed the awaited dirge. For the First City has returned to the world for just ten years until it is swallowed back by the accursed void, bringing with it relics of the past and horrors of a prophesied future. Dancing along the manic death spiral of time with little reason. Within the fabled Bed of Incongruity promises immense power and eternal life for all that sunder their way to the hidden cavity. Countless named and forgotten treasures of equal might and greater also await those mad enough to brave the damned metropolis. The First City lies within once blessed lands, yet the centuries of isolation and exposure to distant dimensions has taken its toll, scattering the returning landscape with foreign contaminants, alien threats and unnatural constructs. The City's interior itself is a celestial hovel of unnatural geometry as reality bleeds away at the very point where the veil between the many planes awaits, existence is only a second thought here. Many such explorers claim to have witnessed their compatriots simply uncoiling from reality and ascending to the heavens without warning. The stars have aligned and the way is known, through the hazy miasma the Insane, Brave and Desperate rush like a tide of crashing waves against its walls.
>>6326326>Inquisitive:"Just to map?">Beastman Knight
>>6326329Supporting. Sadly we are fucking dumb as rocks, which is probably why we came here in the first place
>>6326326>>Inquisitive:>>Robber Prince
>>6326326>Inquisitive>Beastman Knight
Welcome to CBF, a game set in the cyberpunk future of Charleston, SC, using the horror/urban fantasy world of Changeling: The Lost (and most of the rest of World of Darkness) as it's larger backdrop. You will be a Changeling, someone that was taken by the True Fae to an alien realm, Arcadia, across the hedge between reality and dreams. They left a Fetch behind in your place, a simulacrum that took your place among your friends and family, making your disappearance unnoticeable. While in captivity, you were traumatized, and forcibly transformed into a creature, or perhaps a decoration, or tool. You've since escaped, back to the real world, back to Charleston, SC, now, in the year 2198. You command certain supernatural abilities by making contracts and pacts with the forces of nature and reality, and can also make magically binding bargains with other Changelings and mortals. To non-fae creatures, you are by all appearances a human, maybe quite similar to your original self, but possibly older, younger, scarred, or with certain traits having since been altered - time passes in strange ways within Arcadia, and the marks left by the True Fae vary in their subtlety. Other Changelings, fae creatures, and certain other supernatural beings, however, can see past the Mask of concealing faerie magic, and view your true self - be that a musclebound troll, or an automaton cobbled together from wax and copper in your own former image. Megacorporations and stranger monsters than yourself pull the strings of society in these neon nights, and you will struggle with maintaining your humanity, and sanity, while navigating the maddening world of the fae, and the soul-crushing dystopia that's been produced by generations of greedy, sociopathic humans. You escaped from the creature that abducted you some ten years ago, and have survived in that time by honing your skills and picking your battles.
You make it from one end of Tatterdemalion's book to the other, and then through a half dozen more books after that from other equally arcane scholars, but have no luck at all. Were it not for the soothing scent of old pages turning under your fingers, you may have flown into a rate by now at the frustration of such an elusive subject. You rise for the third or fourth time, collecting another stack of tomes from a nearby shelf, and immerse yourself once more. Chicken's foot... No. Pewter teeth... Irrelevant, something different. These beads look familiar... No, those are made of seashell, the ones you're looking for are formed from red clay. "What am I missing... What am I not seeing..." You mumble, pacing through the library. Your gaze settles on the crooked, burnt claw, and you sigh. And you squint. And you sigh again. "Quadrupedal quarry... Outlaw of the underworld..." Your master's cryptic remarks rattle around between your ears. Of course! You practically lunge for a particular shelf on the far end of the library and grab three books: 'Habits of The Shaman, Sixth Edition', 'Catalogue of Lupine Rituals, Translated by Gershom Weiss', and 'Howls Beyond The Veil'. It's a werewolf. Karloff's 'charter' bans their presence inside of Charleston, his enforcers slaughtered all the old packs or revealed their whereabouts to Cheiron (which already uses spyware across all the municipal districts to monitor the populace for signs of an impending First Change, detecting werewolves and capturing them before they even know what they are themselves). They've become vanishingly rare, and a survivor would have every reason to aid and abet a disruptive presence like Silas Newton. The foot must have been used to bind a weak spirit for a spot of cheap magic. >Cont'd
That must have been the 'animal' scent The Jabberwocky was referring to after all - a stray dog behind enemy lines. You've never encountered one of their kind in person, and your mercenaries have only had a brush with werewolves once in the last decade or so, a pair of them that disappeared without a trace in short order. It takes another hour or so before you identify the particular fetish that was left behind, and confirm your suspicion about it's origin. The fire freed the spirit within, and the beads erased any lingering mystical tethers upon use, so it cannot be used to trace a sympathetic link - no wonder it was left behind so carelessly. Still, it's revealing of what it is you're dealing with here, and gives you certain ideas of how you might proceed. Werewolves view themselves as a sort of natural apex predator within the ecology of the spirit world, and so local spirits - a class of supernatural creature you have very little experience with and almost as little knowledge of - may yet be able to help you locate the interloper. A shared enmity with Karloff may be something to leverage, if only you can establish a secure line of communication. You contemplate this for some time, and make a few notes, before placing all of the books back where they belong and withdrawing a different set. "Roman Ribcage..." You recall the words that Vincent's alter mentioned. An old man, sentencing... It doesn't make sense, but he was apparently muttering about thorns as well, so this fixation of his may be fae in nature. That narrows it down... Somewhat. But after nearly three more hours (while working with a speed and efficiency that allows for six hours worth of investigation by normal mortal measurements), and nine of your more comprehensive references, you're no closer to understanding. You consider carrying on with the effort, but you have other matters today which need your attention, and besides, you consider that you may simply ask Vincent about the matter directly when you see him at Caliente's tomorrow about those Nikes he's after. It may trigger some kind of episode or emotional response, or it may simply prompt him to explain what it is he's been obsessing over. Or, maybe you can continue to be indirect and try to discover the meaning of this 'Roman Ribcage' by other means between now and then. >Cont'd
Regardless, you're in need of a lunch before you visit Halberd Labs to review preparations. You've been unplugged for a bit to focus on your research, and while you eat you can review notifications and reports from this morning's business. "Wyatt, book a table at Paper Tiger. Before I drop in on Halberd I'm gonna have a bite and a drink. I'll make it a work lunch, send an invite and a car for-"Who would you like to have join you for lunch, and what bit of business are you hoping to make progress on? >Jonah Teague, I want to discuss combat-capable androids privately, just with him. I could also talk to him about the surveillance of Imani and Assata Freeman.>Estelle Andrenada, I want to talk more about the Blue Pearl Gala and she may have ideas for a suitable date if I want to bring one. She also practices witchcraft, and may have insight into finding Silas or his werewolf benefactor.>Rupert, Vincent's (and previously your own) fence of stolen goods at the local goblin market. You've fallen out of touch but he may know something about the 'Roman Ribcage' that Vincent is fixated upon. >Bruto Sorrenti, an Ogre Changeling employed by Syron as Dr. Kenton's bodyguard. She isn't well enough to be brought to the restaurant, but he could be swapped with a couple squads of Red Cards and a couple of his own underlings for long enough to meet up and talk to you about her condition and possibly being enlisted to help with other work you're in the middle of. >Write-in
>>6348618>>Rupert, Vincent's (and previously your own) fence of stolen goods at the local goblin market. You've fallen out of touch but he may know something about the 'Roman Ribcage' that Vincent is fixated upon.Vince's alter was worried and asking for help. That's enough for me to want to look into this.
>>6348618>Rupert, Vincent's (and previously your own) fence of stolen goods at the local goblin market. You've fallen out of touch but he may know something about the 'Roman Ribcage' that Vincent is fixated upon.
The president put on the ceremonial gowns, now knowing the terrible conventions of society.A forbidden fruit, offered to her by subordinates and friends, that which they all deemed an essential part of youth; the what to say, the what not to say; the great secrets of seduction; the three gazes of the man-eating leopard; “The height of skirt that melts the inexperienced virgin”. And she endured it all, like a woman. She endured to have them play with her, as if a rag or some mauled doll; only by the time they began to imply that the size of a bag was perspectively proportional to the osseous width of her body, she had already ran out of patience. And with the skirt, and the blouse, the inconspicuous accessory and the invincible bow of black hair, victory was served with imminence, and tremendous prematurity. As the lead of the Paranormal Investigation Club, she was in labour of solving mysteries in the company of her most trusted. Who hasn’t heard yet about the rapist of human souls, the phantom on the staircase, or the not single instance when the devil went and took the farmer's cows for a dance? After that, and many other adventures together; seemingly united, in their hearts she earned a deep place with her pure merit. And this time it was their turn to prepare her with the ubiquitous knowledge, to face the unknown, and perhaps even… to scare her fears. Trembled the world when the day came, Surely, long had spilled been the tea; and yet, in shame, a single drop lied and dared not to be spit. She, and she alone knew; thoughtless, truly thoughtless the compromise had been conceived. Upon their first and only conversation she was met with a sudden and unknown boiling emotion. She couldn't admit; the temptation was too much to bear. From the pure desire to partake in that which impossible is, agreed they to meet the next Sunday, despite knowing her she lived in the neighboring city. And even then, prepared and committed, without respect for distance, without fear, she departed on the afternoon, towards a station lost in time, lost from reason, all so she could ever meet with him... the next morning.-The Hairy Hand is a quest ruled by contradiction of wills and whims The President has towards all gruesome realities awaiting. Survival is doubtful, and physical integrity is never assured; bad decisions are ultimate. Players can cumulatively pick a maximum of 3 choices, once 3 different courses of action are picked, no alternatives can be proposed nor votes. Actions are taken upon popular vote, effected at irregular, arbitrary and unforgiving times. Small and menial actions may be taken by individuals at times; affecting or not the outcome of an encounter. The whims of a few may just suffice to change The President's fate.
>>6331323>>6331635Yes. You grab it by the hoofs, and then by the fatty bump on its neck, and if you want edto hurry it? you tug its ear.Oh how lovely was grandma. Or should you say: 'how lively?'.. aye-ha!Surely, after a while, maybe 13 or 14 years, when your parents departed to Mesopotamia– in await of better decades –you were left at full means and disposal of your own fate. Lost in place and ambition, you decided to satisfy… one curiosity of yours, you craved to know what others had. Anticipating disaster, you went to the world’s cornucopia, and chose without picking.By pure instinct you dodged all bureaucracies, as you met the meek and undreamable, bought a uniform, registered into high school and joined the appropriate class as a transfer student. All that was known from you is you came from a wealthy , well mannered and mysterious family. The wordings were almost forced upon, but the earrings and nails? all came on their own.Sure, you struggled to adjust at first, both in tongue as in spirit. It was only your overwhelming, and perhaps foreign beauty that made allies out of jealous enemies. Soon enough, you usurped their hearts and gained a long-forgotten type of acceptance. Juniors and Seniors fell equally, trapped into your eyes, your swiftness for studies, the athletic dexterity of your least earnest and most mundane moves, the candid cold of your words. And with the opportunity to leave the past aside, over time you made to put your mightiest efforts into embracing and preserving this… “Normal” life.Your classmates admire you, of course. How couldn’t they?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]
>>6335163Decide not to go.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]There's no reason to not choose this
You are Gamma the Lich. Your phylactery was found by an elf mage and shattered, but you had a last resort kind of deal you prepared with one of your servants, a wicked druid called Sima, where upon your phylactery being broken your soul would escaped and instantly be reincarnated on someone random somewhere.A few years of unconsciousness passed in a flash, and lo and behold, you're a teenage girl in some backwards village. Seems like you're being gangraped by orcs.Oh well, so that was the traumatic event that would awaken you the druid spoke about.You consume the fraying soul of your host and regain a sliver of your magical powers.You'll make sure to use them wisely.There is still the small issue that a bunch of orcs are raping you though...You got enough magic to cast 10 levels of spells. You do know some wicked epic level spells you could cast, but honestly, seems like an overkill.You basically know every single necromantic spell ever, even some no one else knows.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325702That was close for the other nasty ones. > Gather food - so they don't starveEvery choice has a negative and a positive. But I think feeding them something other than the gruel before will boost morale a lot and allow them to have clearer thoughts. Even better if we can get some bait for rodents. It will make the Gathering them easier.
>>6325736The girls gather a bunch of blueberries, fruits, mushrooms, even some fat grubs and rabbits, then every night before sleeping we build a small fire to roast whatever is roastable, and partake of a hearty meal.You hear some weird things in the night, but you laught it off. You are the thing even other monsters fear when the sun goes down.On the third day, you see a village in the distance, a small settlement, maybe a thousand people. They have some farms, you can see the smoke of a forge, so they probably mine in the nearby caves, but little else. They have some spearmen patrolling the perimeter.You have about 150 SOUL POWER left.> Approach the village, say you've escaped a bunch of orcs> Destroy the spearmen and claim the village as your domain> Hide in the caves and kidnap a couple miners to learn more about the village> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325738New place and unknown culture to us, with to few to really make a good attempt to claim much of anything.> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationThe forest allows for freedom, but risk to the orcs and unknowns. I say move to the caves and with luck the orcs hit the town and we just have to deal with a random animal in the cave.
>>6325752Pondering that you have no way to know how this strange culture will react to you, you decide to hide in the caves. But you send a couple girls, instructing them to say they escaped form the orcs, to gather intelligence.Within, you find a Bear. Your baby is hungry and wants to eat it.> Kill and eat the bear> Shoo the bear away> Kill the bear and raise him as undead> Write inAfter a couple days, one of them shows up at the caves."The villagers have had problems with the orcs before and welcomed us well. The people here are very trusting. They are part of a kingdom called Merryland. They expected us to find roles within the village very quickly. We've been helping with cooking and today I volunteered to bring food to the miners, then I slipped by here to tell you about it."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325757> Kill and eat the bearThe baby is likely our main way to fight and save energy.> Kidnap and sacrifice a few peopleInformation is a power in it's own right, but time will allow for only so much gathering. It's a risk for sure, but with luck maybe the orcs can be blamed. The other thought I have is for us to plague the food and water of the town. Starting with small things that could be seen as that has been around for some time. With luck we weaken the fighters to allow us time to gather needs before we move.
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>>6325476You feed the weird thing to a yung one. He starts screaming and acting erratically, You beat him up a little and ask him what is he seeing.He says he sees spiders everywhere on the walls, a hole in the ceiling and a huge troll on fire in the sky, gazing straight at him."Talk to him.""What should I say?""What do you think?""Flaming troll in the sky! How come you don't die in the fire?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 41, 64, 87, 21, 6, 9, 35, 44, 10, 24, 96 = 443 (12d100)>>6325483>> The tribe always needs food. Steal more food from the humans.I assume this is like an attack so rolling
>>6325511eh, if you go through with it you don't land a single blow with this roll. I will wait at least for more rolls.
Well, I waited enough, no one rolled. Should I go with your roll anyway, or do you want to roll again?
Rolled 95, 26, 33, 32, 15, 19, 80, 73, 77, 6, 100, 19 = 575 (12d100)>>6325703Let's add more dice to the pot.
"JESUS FUCK." A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin."Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me." The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete."Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified." She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign.MILLER V HAWKEFATHER V SONTONIGHT(1/5)
>>6347214Jesus, what a depressing read. Still, there's nothing in here about a businessman dying. You didn't get a great look at the guy's face in your dream, but you're pretty certain he was d-e-a-d dead. It was a younger guy too; this Benny Hill guy would be too old. You gulp. You really hope these visions go away."Hey, feeling rested?""Jesus!" You jolt upright, turning to face your associate. He grins at you, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses."Nope, just Fred. Coffee's hot and ready. You ready to train 'til you drop?" You place your phone back in your pocket, raising an eyebrow at his tank top and fingerless gloves.What's the plan?"Well, I want to figure out what the deal is with your shapeshifting powers first. Then, I want you to figure out at least one general psychic ability to defend yourself. Something simple, but effective. Why don't you choose? I think the easiest to figure out would be like, basic levitation or healing.">LEVITATION. The ability to float or make objects fly with psychic energy.>HEALING. The ability to repair one's body with psychic energy.
>>6347215>HEALING. The ability to repair one's body with psychic energy.Seems pertinent.
>>6347215>>HEALING. The ability to repair one's body with psychic energy.
>>6347215>HEALING. The ability to repair one's body with psychic energy.Snikt, bub.
>>6347215>HEALING. The ability to repair one's body with psychic energy.
It has been millennia since humanity became a star faring race. Enough time for stellar regimes to have risen and fallen, for technologies to be forgotten and relearned and for a diaspora of life; both human and alien to spread across the galaxy.The Raihan Empire is but one splinter of the human diaspora. At its height the Empire spanned eight star systems but eventually corruption and decay set in. The Empire collapsed, its great works crumbled, its worlds became isolated. For a thousand years it was so…Until a new warlord arose on Raiha, one that managed to quell the disparate factions fighting over the Throne world. When all his enemies were vanquished he marched upon the palace district where the remnants of the Imperial family cowered. However, instead of seizing the throne for himself Arcturus Garan pledged himself and his army to the service of the remaining Empress and took the title of Lord Commander.Together the Empress and Lord Commander began the process of rebuilding the Empire, first securing the home system, then bringing each of the wayward colonies back into the fold.Five out of the original eight colonies have been absorbed back into the resurgent Empire. Only the systems of Noto, Higg and Kornen actively resist annexation. Together they have formed the NKH Defence Pact, or simply the Pact.Now the Pact must guard its independence against the growing might of the New Raihan Empire. The odds are not in their favour, they are outnumbered and outgunned, but the Imperial Forces have not yet regained their full power and the war is not over yet…((This quest is an indirect sequel to Space shipyard quest, knowledge of previous threads is not required but it will do much to add context. Previous threads can be found here: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=space+shipyard))
>>6348589>the spoilerThat was all you QM, you silly clanker fucker.I was anticipating a lucky hit taking out the particle accelerator powering the capital ship’s guns. Not to be saved by the power of robot sex.
>>6348613>saved by the power of robot sex.Well there was a hidden count down to Holloway's escape the moment you handed him off to the Admiral and it expired this turn. The lucky win against the dreadnought gave me an opportunity to write his escape.While Holloway might be super intelligent, I am not. I was scratching my head for a while trying to figure out how he would escape his captors when they had so much leverage over him. Then it occurred to me: what if he seduced the Admiral?
>>6348624maybe the real friendship was the trauma everyone got along the way.
>>6348624The aging admiral is no match for computer Jared Leto.
I had some commitments I had to attend to today so the update will be delayed.>>6348640Hey Not!Me, where can I contact you?
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?Previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6274911/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou suddenly jolt wide awake in an unfamiliar room, with no recollection of the past few hours. It even took you a few seconds to remember you are Rosa Montagni, and another few seconds to realize the other person in the room is your crewmate, Valencio. Slowly, hazy recollections piece together a loose narrative of previous events: you've reached Viridis, the first leg of your journey to the East's Reality Anchor, when you receive news that your go-to destination slash transport, the walking city Freeport, had problems with its engine. Then you were sidetracked into a casino, where you played cards and unwittingly aided a truant Hexbourne student against a haughty twin Hexbourne students sent to retrieve him. Then you got entangled in a complex emotional... something with the casino owner, Don Bosco. Something about your mentor, Sierra (no relation to Sierra, the deity of the South anchor) and copious amounts of drinking? That must be why your memory's so hazy.
>>6348999>□ Other (Lure them into a magic trap)
>>6348999Liv's explanation of her capture got cut off.>□ Make a flashy entrance and beat them up with magic!It's too late for stealth kow that we force-pushed a lizardman off a roof.
>>6348999>□ Make a flashy entrance and beat them up with magic!
>>6349004Fug, serves me right for trying to steal ideas from the shores of nightHere's what it's supposed to say:"He got me while I was... ahem... preoccupied. By the time I noticed him, I was already bound! With strength-draining ropes, too! The one you're currently using to carry that box. Seems like the magic's gone when you bit into it, though. Anyways! Whatcha got there?"
>>6349004+1 but then we gotta skedaddle outta here before Craig KOs himself
The Sixth Thread of Fatale Albion!The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20AlbionUnfortunately thread #5 wasn’t archived so I have to use archived.moe: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6264085Other Threads by Lumina Canima:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royaleINTRO (Please do not skip this)◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. Three players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347752>CHASEThat SLAG- Himari may not be athletic, or part of any sports club, or have watched more than one game of footy, but she is two things:1- a person who has just been provided a scapegoat for her current issue2- full of frustration she cannot express due to issues she cannot solveSo, with all her determination and low chance of success, she starts chasing the Bra Bandit anyway!Could she turn around and go home? Yes! Yes she could! She kinda wants to actually! But if her life of not absolutely despising herself starts somewhere, it starts here, now, doing something she doesn’t HAVE to because she refuses to let the world push her down even more.I mean hey maybe the thief will slip on a rotten cabbage or something. Or a broken bottle, more likely
Rolled 5, 2, 5 = 12 (3d6)>>6348251Give me a 9d6The first 3 are an M2 Dex Check for chasing the Underwear Urchin.The other 6 and my one are for reasons you shouldn't worry about.If Himari actually catches up to the thief, what's her plan to stop her? Tackling? Snatching the bags?
>>6347755Two foes, only sticky, the other bony, both wonderfully sweet. Two foes, two different sets of strength.The skeleton would probably be tough for most, but Emilly can crack it apart real easy. The gum jelly though, that's a bigger issue, not that she can't bite, but that biting something that amorphous will not get all of it, and she's sorely lacking in comically large spoons. Maybe though... maybe, she can use one to beat the other.The skeleton is holding shape pretty damn well, so if she can disarm it, she could use it as a stick to shove into the gum jelly to get leverage over it. Like a stick of cotton candy! Afterwards, she can just lift it, and take it in one bite.>Bite the skeleton, arm for the arms, shoulders if possible, the spear is nasty, but if you get stabbed, you can regenerate.>After the skeleton is disarmed, lift it, and spear the gum jelly with it.>Lift the gum jelly, eat it, eat the rest.At least, that was the plan. Now for the execution.
Rolled 4, 2, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4, 3, 4, 1, 3, 3 = 34 (12d6)>>6348641Ah yes, an improvised version of those lollipops with a chewy centre, except the stick is edible as well. Emilly is pioneering the snack industry.Roll a 9d6. Each set of 3 are an M1 PA Test for biting, grabbing, and eating.And a choice: Things usually don't like to get eaten and will fight back, do you:>Dodge any incoming attacks (Dex Check)?>Rely on the fortitude of your body (Con Check)?>Rely on your regenerative abilities (PA Check)?**You are very lucky that you have the regeneration factor of Sayaka Miki on steroids, otherwise that last option wouldn't exist.My rolls are for Marisa's help and the Familiar's reactions.
Rolled 5, 2, 4, 2, 4, 3, 3, 5, 3 = 31 (9d6)>>6348876>Rely on your regenerative abilities (PA Check)?
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it out! Originally a mild-mannered grilljockey, a botched demonic summoning brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness!You get used to it!The memory loss and everyone trying to kill you? That’s the tricky part. See, your unexpected trip landed you in one Hell of a mess: not only did you lose a huge chunk of your memories, but you also forfeit your soul to RED--you don’t know the specifics, but essentially your summoning granted you some DEMONIC POWERS, so it’s not all bad! What IS bad is what you’re up to now: your hellish helper can restore your memories, but he won’t do it for free! The price: delivering the heads of THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL: tyrants and titans that rule the darklands with iron fists, claws, and… you dunno, tentacles, maybe? There’s a reason they’ve ruled for so long, however, and despite your platoon of pals and plentiful powers you can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the whole thing!Exhibit A: ARCHMAGE TRIER. Arriving in UMBERAL: Zoral’s very own city of tomorrow, you were swiftly introduced to the TEKSOULS: menacing magitek that follow every whim Trier can think up… and you met the guy–he thinks a LOT!Not to be outdone, you also ran into THE SPICE CARTEL--not only is Umberal their home turf, they’re also running some kind of deal with the Archmage… as for what it is, well, you shudder to think!Your search for leverage over the Archmage took you to TRIMBAULT ACADEMY: Zoral’s most prestigious magical academy, and whole you managed to snag some goodies and teach a surprisingly-decent class (don’t ask), you didn’t manage to find notes other mages took on their Archmage adversary! Even worse, all signs point to The Cartel snatching them up for their own perfidious plots!Luckily you had an in: TZAH-TZIE, skilled songstress and your current beau, has an axe to grind with her musical rival LUTZA. Having saved the starlet from a kidnapping on the Umberal Skyrail, you earned your way into holding a concert in Umberal, and some of the biggest names in The Cartel just happen to be huge fans!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349090>We go in TOGETHER!Do not flee, you cowardly and vile creatures, for it is two unholy idiots that are attacking you!
>>6349103I mean, it'll be cool, but it definitely won't be as romantically heroic as TT's true love saving her from the evil kidnapper.
>>6349090>Find us a way outta’ here. You’ll deal with Vhale!Extract will be important, too.
>>6349090>We go in TOGETHER!Alright I'll just vote this to break the tie
>>6349110I mean that is true but I think it's funnier to charge in like a buncha stooges. What matter is we turn Vhale into a meat puddle.
“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.”“You wouldn’t-”“There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything…I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.”You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place.“...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.”“You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.”The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece.
Firstly, thank you all for the well wishes. I really am grateful for not only the fact that you stayed to read, but that all of you contributed with incredible write-ins and speculation. Again, I really couldn't have done it without you.I've decided I might as well throw out some bonus scenes since you guys seem to have wanted a few. I'll release one now, and probably post the next in a couple days. Before that, though, to answer >>6326447's question:Yeah, I did have a decent chunk of stuff planned for various side characters in case they came up more often. I had whole potential arcs etched out for subordinates like Lethe or Brigita, other world powers like Yama or Hades, and even, indeed, for cannon fodder like Epimetheus or the Boar. Of course, I didn't have a TON planned for the former specifically, since I was really sure you guys were gonna kill him, but Dorota did inherit (a modified version of) his powers which also may have come up if you spent more time with her.Anyway, here's that exit interview >>6326476 asked for:
>>6327594Exit interview: JaneOn the night of the apotheosis, the eclipseless blood moon, the world around you seems bright enough to be lit by day. Of course, the light ought to be crimson, but somehow, here in this little stretch of the world, red filters into gold, which melts into the grey of the clouds and thick vapor hugging the dirt and grass.“Where… am I?”You and the hind stand alone in the misty nowhere, a crossroads deep into the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. Your presence is vague but all-encompassing, a faint crimson hue and a tinge of iron in the thick fog belie the presence of something less than— or, more accurately, more than mortal. Your control over your vessel and your presence is still ambiguous, your body still becoming accustomed to godhood. Sparks and wisps of tangerine fire burn silently and smokelessly beneath Jane’s feet, their light seeming not to bother her, or even draw her attention, as she is forged from the echoes of her former self, her existence transplanted from a moment past to a moment present. You open your mouth, but close it again— as you are now, your voice alone would almost certainly kill her.You are at the crossroads, my dear. you soundlessly reply, keeping your form obscured in the mist as the temporary anchor writhes and crackles beneath the magnitude of your soul, vermilion light exploding out of your eyes and through fractures in your skin. You temper that divine might, sending it to fuel the flames, but even then a haunting incandescence is visible in your eyes. Surely you remember your own death. Your betrayal. I have taken that supernatural misery from your body, but I can only imagine the extent of the shock and melancholy.Indeed, this Jane is not the person you had spoken to in your soul. Even if you shielded her somewhat, she had become inexorably dyed in your colors, slowly becoming incorporated into the endless sanguine sea. It wasn't truly her, not really, so you had decided instead to bring her back as she was when she died.“Wow, I don't… know what to say. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking? Or, um, is that impolite for, uh, whatever it is you are..?”
>>6327595I have a lot of names. Most all of them would be meaningless to you. Well, it doesn't really matter anymore. you breathlessly sigh, dropping the divine majesty angle and returning to your more usual manner of speaking, Ultimately, your revival is just another aspect of my selfish desire. So, I wanted to give you a choice: I could either revive you as you were, as you died, or I can wipe your slate clean. No memories, no trauma, and a brand new life with brand new people. So, Jane, what will it be?She pauses, her form melting from hart to human, her unflattering, baggy clothes returning to her as her hide shifts into flesh.“I think I’ll go this way,” she smiles, pointing off into the distance. You’ve been dead for a long time. Reintegrating in that environment is gonna be difficult.“I didn't know too many people anyway.”The things you were running away from, using me, are going to still be there when you get back.“Then… maybe you could stay with me?” She replies, seemingly entirely unsurprised at your reveal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6327596nice
a good end point
Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not.---This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join!> GlobalAcross the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later.> TurbansGlorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory.> VenciaThe great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact. A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?
>>6343514>Justinian the PiousIt is a time of powerful and fearsome magic for the Barza, with great ritual circles that more resemble low walls than spell forms. The great formations of thaumicite however allow tremendous and terrifying works of geomancy, as all present can testify. The earth shakes and rolls like water, with only secondary bands of wizards protecting nearby villages from annihilation as the precious thaumicite crystal is heaved from the earth. It will travel via hundreds of carts to the rails, from rails to ocean, from ocean to rails again, and from there to the site of another great ritual. (Normally I would require more time to move this much thaumicite this far, but I will let it go). Here another epic spellcast is achieved, this time wielding even more thaumicite to greater still effect, reshaping the land and splitting it asunder like an egg to allow vast quantities of Sparkicite to pour forth, effectively doubling the output of this oozing fountain of dark explosive material.Back home another great spell is being set into motion, playing on the previous barzan studies of geomantic dowsing to find and isolate great molten veins of metal and rock and pull them to the surface, applying geomantic principles empowered by thaumicite to separate rock from metal, bringing about a vast cornucopia of metals, gold, silver, and silversteel alike, ready to be worked and forged, or as much of it is, given abroad to friends of Barza.And friends indeed Barza has, for the Humble Venks, kept well away from the Magmatic Dynamo, spend the tyrn toiling away at the construction of a great facility where plentiful amounts of Barzan concrete will be produced, though something grander than this might be planned.>>6343614>The Divine Republic of GuliseareThe distant island colony of Guliseare takes well to its new church, the comforting light of Aeleox descending across the far flung outpost.Meanwhile strange things are afoot throughout Guliseare and beyond. Inquisition crackdowns grow more manic, more fierce. And yet ever more iconography of the torch and spark and spreading embers appears in the strangest of places. It even appears far away in the jungles of Khurnaire, where Anelk sky pirates lurk, who work furiously to ready themselves for a moment of truth, and it appears in Ordalan where old songs are sung in memory of those left behind in Guliseare.
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>>6344348>A life of supplication to minute and temporary comfort, that is what Solaire promises those that follow. Eternity as greatness, or the foundation of such, that is what Terra promises.>The latter is chosen for you, for now. But a time will come when wisdom is tested, and those of weak belief will be exposed. Then, there shall be a reckoning.- Excerpt from tyrnly sermon from the Cognita CathedralAction 1: Cloak of Fingers>Edakuadigir is come.>Edakuadigir is gone.>He is the many, and only one.>Edakuadigir is large.>Edakuadigir is small.>He is the calm, and the squall.>Edakuadigir is the sea.>Edakuadigir is the sky.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344348>Action 1: Sparkicite Research>Action 2: Thaumicite ResearchNews filter in of the Vencian blast laboratory, the Gulisearian mines of the stuff, and the Barzaentian rampant reproduction of Thaumicite as if it were carrots to be seeded and pulled out.The Dwarves of Urotti are, predictably, rankled. They were of the earth and its wonders, they spent their whole lives within it, tasted it, tested it, forged it. How could they be so tardy in comprehending its wonders?The race is on, and the families of Urotti are intent on naming as many discoveries after themselves, on the global stage.>Intrigue: Brasswalker security>Military: Control the portal's area
>>6344350>Action 1: Blanc Isle TinBoth Ordalan and Vizari have made expression of interest toward obtaining tin from the Orcmanie; and so preparations are made to strike a new vein of Tin for foreign export, to trade out in exchange for incoming copper.>Action 2: Sparkicite CannonsThe Brise-seiges continue their eager use of the Sparkicite source for further weapon development, casting strong tubes from steel and bronze from which the controlled explosion of sparkicite powder might hurl forged projectiles of bronze or lead, filled with further explosive charge to cause great eruption and much devastation where they land.>Warrior Priests: Cloudwater TempleThe old temple in the southern lands (icon needs to be moved into the southern lands) is quite a fascinating relic, and water that pours from it which allows one to swim in the sky is taken as a sign that this may be an Ancient shrine to Anos, god of the wind and the sky and matters scholarly - though the priests will do their uttermost to attempt to confirm this - and restore the Temple to a condition for veneration if indeed these links are found. As for the water itself, sealed vials are issued out to our riders of Wyverns and Frost Chimerae; with the hope this might give the riders one more chance at survival if ever unseated from their flying mounts. >War: The threat of a mutual annihilation is enough to force the Orcman forces to stall their advance; with one army digging in upon current positions in the city whilst the others fall back to the rear. But the Orcmen do not retreat in full, they do not turn back as had been demanded. The messenger is sent back to Lucius, and efforts are made to send the Venkish diplomat along with him as a neutral party to supervise and persuade; for the Orcmen clearly announce they have no intent to draw back. Lucius must abdicate, Patrocliot has insisted; and the Adenai forces in the city must surrender, though they will be permitted to continue to continue to fly their standards.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You've died.You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what?Then nothing.You die and then you wake up. Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention.You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction.So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand.He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323073my dreams have been answered, an otome isekai quest!>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]holding the male lead's hand might make whoever is in hiding tip their hand first, we are aware there is danger so that would give us an upper hand no?>>6323041>Didn't expect this much interest for an OI in 4chan! I'll find my footing and figure out what's a proper amount of time to let everyone vote. 10 minutes feels too fast too, maybe wait until votes stop coming in.from my admittedly very short experience as a /qst/ player is that usually very new quests can have anons flock like moths to a flame, so usually at least an hour countdown before the next update is the better call.But again it depends on the quest and your schedule qm, you will figure out what time you works best for you eventually.>>6322972>Oh, and you may wanna drop a link to the thread in the /QTG/, just to get some more attention on it. Not every Anon checks the catalogue and shilling your quest is pretty standard practice hereI think qm is doing this OI qst as proof of concept first right?
QM, are you alive?
>>6323073>>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]I'm excited to play an otome isekai quest
OP ?
welp, a shame this died very early on
Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch."Argh!" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. "Huurhg!" It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock. How had it come to this?Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like "Die Heavenly Generals!" They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly.They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the "Saintes" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like "No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!" And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6335854Any idea when the update will be, QM?
We are lost once again.
*sad noises*
Owari da
And we never got the haircut like in the op>>6348305made me check
