OOC: Let me just preface this by saying this will be a short one shot. While there may be more in the future, please treat this as a stand alone story.----You awaken from a particularly fitful dream by a gentle nudging at your shoulder."... Red. Little Red, it's time to wake up. It's not good to sleep in. I have an errand for you."The voice is soft and maternal, but wholly unfamiliar. Internally, you resist the call to wakefulness, but the person trying to nudge you awake is persistent.You open your eyes and find yourself in a little cottage. There is a bed for one person opposite the one you're lying in, looking like it was freshly made.You remember being a>Boy>GirlComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6337522By the way, in case I come back to this later, your downtime has restored 3 Health, bringing your health to 5.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6335816/Finally managed to archive this after failing to do so repeatedly last night.
>>6337519Black Pete sounds like he is based on the old version of Sinterklaas' helper here in the Netherlands>>6337523It's kind of early to end the thread though, we're still pretty high on page 1 while 4chan only deletes after page 10 but that is up to you. Just know you can't have more than (I think) two active at a time and a thread is active until it drops of from board 10 whether or not people post in it
>>6337877Sadly, I've only prepared one adventure for now, so I'll need some time to make more plot beats. It could be a couple of weeks, but it could also be a month or so.Also you're correct in that Black Pete is based on Zwarte Piet
>>6337877I think it is three active quests at a time. Modpost says it is five, but I'm pretty sure it is three.>>6337523I'll get around to feedback some other time. Thanks for running this though.
You are the self-proclaimed KING of the WASTELAND. Ever since the great BIG BOOM in the far off year of 2007, the world has gotten pretty nasty–ruins and mutants litter the desert wasteland all around you, roving bands of warlord kings and factions in all sorts of endless wars.You never did much mind, though, as you kept to yourself in your reclusive “castle” (a pre-BIG BOOM convenience store) with your friend and roommate, DUKE NASU, watching one of your 24 copies of SUPERBAD (2007) and pumping iron–that is, at least, until a demolition company drove up to your front door. You found out your castle was apparently on land that fell under the titleship of a “GUN KING”, who sought to evict you and bulldoze it into the ground. You took ownership of the demolitionist’s wrecking ball and drove out to the GUN KING’S castle to confront him on the matter.You managed to infiltrate his castle whereupon you engaged in one-on-one combat with the king, PANZER GRAAD–however, defeating him only led to the appearance of another freak, the “MUTANT KING,” who kidnapped your dear friend DUKE NASU to bring him to its kingdom. You need to get him back.LAST THREAD: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5005718/
>>6356781>Target KatsuragiThe vizier is obviously the power behind the throne.
>>6356781“At the very least, I appreciate you de-gendering the title of King. Too many people say you have to be a guy to be King. It’s bullshit.”Attempt tentacle impregnating technique?
>>6356810>+1>>6356886>Attempt tentacle impregnating technique?how are we gonna do that ?
>>6356969Why do you think I put a question mark at the end of that sentence?That being said, we do have the squid #!@$% with us, and while it’s more an octopus thing, IIRC I’ve heard that some species bite off their impregnating tentacle and “launch” it at females during mating.You learn all sorts of weird shit in tabletop podcasts…
>>6357057Oops, no, apparently some octopus species just bite them off to escape being eaten, while others roofie them with their poison. My bad!
You are Motoharu Hisanori, and today, April 3rd, marks the beginning of your high school life.
"I think I'll check out other clubs first," you tell the tea club members."Alright," Sumi nods. "Even if you don't join in the end, feel free to drop by! Our clubroom's in the left wing, second floor.""Okay."You decide to check out the swimming club next. You're not a fan of sports, but maybe it'd be worth it to get in shape? Swimming develops all muscle groups, as they say...You notice Miki heading towards the gate. You cross paths."Checked out the swimming club already, Miki-chan?" You ask."Yes," she seems a bit surprised. "It's fine, but... some of the people are kinda intense. You decided to take a look as well, Hisanori?""Yep."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Hmmm?" Fukurobe hums, interjecting for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Didn't you text me about the scales showing you now weigh-""AAAAAAA NOTHING, I TEXTED YOU NOTHING!" Iroha yells, attracting the attention of some passers-by students. "Wait. So you DO read my messages! I text you on LINE all the time, but you never reply, Yuri-chan!""Aaahhh..." Fukurobe averts her eyes, guilty. "Well, I'm out of battery or not checking my phone frequently, so I usually only see them before I go to sleep. No point replying at that time.""That's the excuses people invent when they don't want to reply! You're ignoring me! RUDE!""Are you planning on participating in tournaments?" Yashima, the other guy, asks. He hasn't smiled once at the others' antics, looking more annoyed, if anything."I don't know," you say honestly. "I don't usually swim besides PE lessons. So this is all new to me. I just want to get some exercise maybe, and see where to go from there.""So, another non-competitive piece of trash, then. I don't think you'd fit in this club.""That was uncalled for," you reply coldly.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353530>Check out another club>...Volunteer club?Of course we were ogling, but that don’t make it any less rude to assume we were.
>>6353530>Check out another club>Drama club.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6353535>>6354182Rolling to break the tie and locking in whatever is rolled. Update's ready when it's ready.1 - Volunteer club2 - Drama club
Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
>>6347905“Your Highness?” You're snapped out of your bickering by Malcador’s worried tone. “Right, that… Honestly I didn't expect it to be so potent, really.” ‘Or for it to be a beacon at all’ “I'll have to make some adjustments to its specifications it seems.” It's probably fixable anyhow ‘I wouldn't count on it.’ You bemoan to yourself the unending interjections and decide on your next question to Malcador“Is that how you found me?” “Yes lord. I tried following the pulse immediately after it was fired, but I could only reach so far before being abruptly cut off. Your psychic defenses are formidable, If I hadn’t managed an Invitation from one of your commanders I would’ve never had reached you like I did.” So now the custodes need a psychic countermeasure, I still need to know how and what he did to get that. “And how did you manage to get one in such a short time?” “It was blackmail, lord. After having heard the soldiers complain about being “held back” and “wasting their potential” I surmised that you must have ordered them to not attack the villagers and civilian population, for which I am extremely grateful, and stipulated my help be conditional on our meeting. They obviously denied the first 2 times, but after the Empire’s assault on your forces they begrudgingly agreed to tell me where your base was.” ‘That never should’ve happened.’ Will you shut up for once! You glare at your ghost behind malcador.“Hmm… you’re quite the resourceful man, Malcador.” “Your words honor me, my Lord.” “But you must also have concerns, questions of your own as well right? Tell me.” Malcador stiffens at your question, looking around him as if to make sure you’re alone. Your ghost, still alert and judgemental, is no longer there.Once he’s sure he turns to you with a worried expression “Your Lordship, I don’t want to alarm you, but there may be a parasite or parasites feeding on your soul!” It starts slow, a little giggling that builds up into laughter which morph into full on cackling.Malcador looks on incredulously, together with the look of utter disappointment from your ghost beside him, as your sides are banished into the warp for what malcador just told you. You laugh like never before for several more minutes before your humor finally dies down. “Whew, I had no Idea I was needing that, thank you Malcador” “You’re… welcome, your majesty?” “But settle your concerns. No, I don’t believe I’m being parasitized, despite how he behaves himself with me.” “You have absolutely no right to judge me after this.” Malcador gets startled by the ghost physically manifesting beside him, the first time he does so to anyone other than yourself or anywhere outside your study.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I really need to figure out the text formatting for this board.
>>6347913>>Challenge him (roll d100)It's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>6347942
>>6348038>>6347942guess it's you and me, hoss. writting!
Justice is above all. "Mighty Iudex, please have mercy on me soul. The little ones were starving, I-i-they were going to dispose of the whole crate!" Dogadu: Human, male, beggar, middle aged, no criminal record, index finger missing, disfigured, thirty four years old. unwashed clothes, six children (beggars), fungal infection on bare feet, dead wife."This fine specimen of human dreg was caught stealing from my fine dining establishment. His very unkempt existence had tarnished my reputation by miring my property with his filthy presence! The food crate contained undesirable cuts of Zetif darkwings. Perfectly edible for elves but they are known to poison lesser races like humans, their blood can not handle the acidic nature of this delicacy. Iudex, make an example of this vagrant. I wish not for his kin to loiter around my property." Vaeth Lofr: Ash Elf, Two hundred and seven years old, female, hosted a feast for Imperata Muvinus once, killed a pregnant woman (Tiefling) in self defense seventy years ago, no criminal record, Ashen cuisine, one of the seventy two survivors of the Stellavigi elven massacre, Burn marks on left arm.Evidence: Conclusive, several eyewitnesses, well detailed reports from the guards.Iudex Cards: None. Cast ye judgement upon the guilty Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334804>>Xerkikanua: Issue a wild, unorthodox, ironic, punishment
>>6334804>Raomdae: Issue a more detailed sentence depending on the severity of the crimeWould have suited this case, as would Xerkikanua.
>>6334804>Folmulus: Recreate some but not all events within the court to see if it is feasible in the first place
>>6334804>>Cinvictus: Two questions to be asked to either parties.
For hundreds of cycles, the galaxy has been in turmoil, the fall of an empire once thought eternal dooming trillions to a thousand different dooms. Threats once thought banished forever to the infinite darkness between the stars rising up to savage defenseless worlds or subjugate their populations into slavery under inhuman masters. Petty warlords carving out swathes of territory before setting it ablaze in brutal wars of conquest. The peace and stability of the Empire long forgotten, burned to ashes in a million different conflicts on the surface of a million different worlds.Not you however. Through luck, chance or perhaps the intervention of forgotten gods, your people have survived the long darkness of the collapse and have emerged. Your glorious histories may have been forgotten in the millenia since the fall but the ink is ready to record your future deeds. Whether through luck, guile or martial excellence, your people will prosper and with luck, seize the mantle cast aside in the fall.>You are...>The Grand Regent of the Imperial Remnants. Your ancestors fought their way free of the chaos of the fall, you cannot allow the horror they endured to be for nothing.>The Warlord of the Confederated Territories. Your people were left to die, alone and forgotten. You refused to die then, you refuse now. Death before servitude.>The Eternal Empress of the Jade Shogunate. Your birthright is imperial nobility, the honor of your ancestors demands you reclaim your just due.>The Admiral of the Black Fleet. (ALL DATA REDACTED) YOU HUNGER... YOU THIRST...>Custom (feel free to get creative, Ill make it work)
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>>6334436>Approve more aggressive piracy on the nearby trade lanes (random +P or +C each turn (Free action but *possible consequences*)
>>6334879ill concede the creation of the mining colony and add my vote for salvaging runs i dont think getting caught this early before we can defend ourselves will help us long term
>>6335071im >>6334541 btw
QM?
Howdy bros, I'm back. I wanted to continue RimQuest, but the combination of an artist shafting me, Rimworld 1.6 breaking all of my saves, life events, and depression have fucked that into the dirt. So instead here's something new.These are the dark years of the occupation. Gordon Freeman is still just a story passed between cells, squads, strangers, and couples. In this moment in time there's only you, a lone human working to resist the Combine occupation however you see fit and remain able. There will be an Uprising someday, this you're sure of, but the path there lies on the other side of lakes of blood and considerable effort on the part of unsung warriors like you.It had felt like days since you last saw the sun back outside the outskirts of City 11. The awful stench of the sewers and cisterns which meandered under the streets of what used to be Berlin forced you to find something to plug your nose with almost immediately upon beginning your infiltration. Deep regret at leaving the accommodations, spartan as they were, of the Resistance base north of the city had massaged your mind, but failed to slow your occasionally-soggy step through the barely-lit darkness.All this had a purpose, you reminded yourself. In the newspeak of the Combine you are an Anticitizen, a Malignant, the malformed cell that starts the cancer, the one that sets the spark which will light the torch of humanity's liberation. Or, in more plain terms, the crazy fucker that volunteers to go back into the Cities in order to bring contraband in, people out, and start up new resistance cells along the way. If there were some omniscient statistician in the sky, he could have given you odds of survival that would have seen you sit your ass back down in Finow when they called for somebody to replace Parks's sector after his presumed loss, but all the same, it needed to get done. The whole goddamned species was at stake, with a biological time limit that edged closer to expiration every year and a planet slowly being strangled of its life. If this generation didn't stop them, there would be no other. Never in human history had there been as existential and desperate a struggle as the one you now trudged through obscure German shit-tunnels to wage.It had only been half a day since you entered the sewer system when you reached your target. A junction in the tunnels marked by a chalk marker and a lone, white coffee mug. The route into this part of the city was prepared beforehand by a two-man reconnaissance team, people with equipment and experience too valuable for you to know or to be risked with the next, most dangerous part of City infiltration. You were briefed that they left you a red bag full of necessaries to help you along on your mission from here, hidden in a storeroom near the marker.
Update when?
The TGA caused some major damage. Rest for a bit bud, the Dorito Pope cant hurt anymore.
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It is in the nature of half life fans to hope! No matter hoe bleak things become!
>>6347102Fucking kek "development on the next /qst/ update is rumored to begin later this year"
The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!Following next, a magical girl begins her first training session.- - - - -On the last Episode, our Heroine, Magical girl SugarRush, has gotten her first introduction to magical girl society. Witnessing the dark land of the Shadow Market where she met an eccentric ‘apprentice’ E, and a non-combatant Sister of the Magical Girls, the troubled Angel. Now, she has arrived on the beach to train with her Magical Girl teammate, Jacky.- - - - -You shake off your troubles, compartmentalization always works, thought it feels like the more you lock away, the quicker you reach your limit. But this is important, you’re here to train with Jacky. She doesn’t seem like the sort to make it too harsh anyway.So you nod at the short girl. Much like you, clad in bikini and flip-flops, though carrying a small purse.“Lead the way.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Work has flooded my timeline. Update half written out. I will not promise a day, as the only way out at this point is to deliver, and do so consistently.
>>6346616alright OP. best of luck with work
bump
>>6343383the specter of death has been haunting my thoughts, I have a difficult time focusing on what I wrote around that timeI'm scrapping most of the planned concept for the update, the questions will still be answered, if it feels jarring, I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can think of getting this quest unstuckgive me a few days
>>6351630waiting warmly. Happy belated christmas
In a dark place, a made-man struggles against his bonds. Before him, several tools glimmer and sway gently along the wall, the strange bald druggist who knocked him out playing with them. The room is barely illuminated from the streetlights, passing cars, and electric billboards of Level 4. True darkness and silence is not common here.“...It's always women, prostitutes. Transient kids. People who won't be missed. That's no fun. I think doing it to men is much more fun; but not because you're a boy. More because it's not somebody you'd expect. It could be anybody.””You want money? I got money. Pacelli connections.”“You will be next great creation. Worth far more then any amount of dirty criminal money.”“Who da fuck... wait, you're from Level 2?”The man doesn't say anything, instead the stranger brandishes a razor, testing its sharpness against a finger, turning to the mobster. He looks over his captive, eyes looking for the juciest piece to cut first. The mafioso tries to pull out from the rope, the chair squeaking. He sweats. Bribes will certainly not work.“You'd be smart to let me go, psycho. I'm a dangerous man, and I know dangerous people!”He grins at the mafioso with a golden tooth. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"HANDS UP! THIS IS A ROBBERY!"The figures were criminals; about to do the unthinkable. Pulling out advanced weapons from underneath their overcoats, the repeating crossbows menaced the bank's patrons. They raised their hands in surrender. The guards didn't, drawing their own weapons. The pepper-ball guns lined up to shoot at the faces of the robbers; except for the plastic shields clipped on their broad-brimmed hats. It was clear, these robbers came prepared."Stop-"The robber turned and fired, loosing a crossbow bolt through a guard. He fell over and died, his uniforms providing no protection from these weapons. The other guards surrender right away; as some of the robbers move to relieve the bank-goers of their personal belongings or yet-to-be-deposited. But there was no way they could get into the vault... right?Someone present, a civilian, and a person unremarkable in all ways decides to do something stupid. What do they try?>Grab the crossbow from one of the robbers>Escape out the front door>Sneak behind the counter to press the silent alarm>Yell at the robbers for being lazy and not working for their money
>>6356183>>Yell at the robbers for being lazy and not working for their money
>>6356183>Escape out the front doorSomething that you probably wouldn't be too surprised at someone doing.
>>6356183>Yell at the robbers for being lazy and not working for their money
>>6356183>Yell at the robbers for being lazy and not working for their moneyFunny.
You are Marnie, a girl living in the Ark known as the Digital World. For all your life, you've endured a dreary existence in City 87-O, haplessly railing against a skin-deep system that denies you all but the most meaningless human experiences. You've spent years beholding the shining tower in the center of the city, and watched its guardian Digimon circle it endlessly, protecting the portal that leads out of this sunless landscape. Throughout your youth, you never thought you'd actually be able to make your dream a reality. But things have begun to change over the past few months.A chance meeting with a Digimon has plunged you into a hidden world of wonders, filled with wild Digimon, enigmatic Code Crackers, mysterious server partitions that reveal the City's inner workings to you, and underground organizations seeking to bring change to this world. Amidst this danger is the authenticity you've so dearly craved, and you've never been happier. Right now, you're in the middle of a mission to take down your Digimon Nemesis. You and your partner, Phascomon, have broken into the lair of DarkTyrannomon, who has taken over an entire Job District. You've made it past his lieutenants and minions and are mere steps away from facing down your foe one last time and putting an end to his danger. Once that's done, you plan to climb The Tower, defeat its guardian, and finally claim your freedom. The real world awaits.== Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6356849>Gamble on an incredibly stupid risk: Get dangerously close to the bots.Exploit THEIR spite!
>>6356882>>6356890If Oblivimon dies, all the defenses the rest of the way stays the same and Astamon can shred the bot hordes effortlessly even though he's injured. Bots are as dangerous to a Digimon as a Baby form if not weaker and frailer, but they're mobile instakills to a digitized human. We need to haul ass the rest of the 50 floors before it's too late guysI want Oblivimon to get so arrogant and greedy and cowardly due to the sheer pressure, despite being an Ultimate, that his core Espimon nature takes over and he ignores Marnie and Astamon completely in favor of attacking the bots himself in friendly fire just to deny them from reaching us. That'd be a crazy twist
I wish we had the grappling hook. We could catch him if we land a hit with that.
>>6356849>Gamble on an incredibly stupid risk: Get dangerously close to the bots. Oblivimon seems to have taken plenty of measures to try and nab you by himself. Bank on him interfering in some way, and then use that opening to attack. If this goes wrong, it could bring terrible results.
>>6356882>>6356890>>6357116Writing!
>>6353799You nod. "You have time to consider it. Perhaps we will be able to find a solution for both of our problems.""Yes..." Vault turns to look at Mandevilla. "As for you, I wish to teach you some things before we must venture out to slay the great beast. It is quite clear to me that you have been blessed with a fine gift indeed, good miss."The enchantress seems surprised that the wizard is even talking to her. "Me?" She points to herself and twiddles with a lock of her hair with her free hand."Yes Miss. Your natural store of mana is quite large. A wizard must not only train his mind, but also his senses. I can feel it resonating within you, like ripples in a great well. I understand that you were using your control over plants in the forest, yes? I could watch from afar, but I was afraid of approaching you.""I'm sorry, I--," Mandevilla brings her head down, a pang of guilt flashes across her face.Vault grins. "We all have a past. What matters is what shall you make of your future?"You nod. "If Vault can teach you to better use your magic, you should allow him to. If we are to fight against a powerful enemy, we all will need to sharpen our skills.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353809What will your main focus be during the month of preparation?>Seek the spirit of the sacred well, and ask it to lend you it's power for your righteous quest.>Delving ruins under the city and fighting the great beast will be dangerous. You will enlist help from the townsfolk.>Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills.>Help Vault petition Lord Tarnestead for assistance.
>>6353811>Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills.I think the right move. Ideally with a few weeks of focus we can learn a new spell or two, and also learn how to use a weapon. Instead of petitioning the Lord to send us backup, maybe we just ask for him to send us one of his veteran warriors to tutor us in the use of a spear? In particularly large caverns we may be able to use our bird form, but in tunnels or the corridors of sunken ruins, we will probably need to rely on other means of defending ourselves. Mandy, likewise, would benefit from expanding her repertoire beyond plants into maybe stones or air/wind if it's possible? Welcome back QM! Happy New Year!
>>6353811Welcome back, OP!>Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills.No need to petition the lord or townsfolk if martial arts are useless against this creature we're killing, as Vault seems to be insisting.
Uh, QM?
Choose race:> Velociraptors> Loli Vampires> Reincarnating DruidsChoose Location:> Continent Wide Jungle> Lovecraftian Megacity> Menhirs Of Trial And Error
Rolled 36, 54, 16 = 106 (3d100)>>6333564>>6333592Spend 1 blood for a +20 to the middle roll.
Rolled 74, 57, 19 = 150 (3d100)>>6333564I am really more leaning for the cripple. Do to wanting more freedom to build up. Yet that would just make it one vote for each thing. I am also unsure of the lore and how they think. So it will matter less if they are out for end no matter what.> Rip And TearBetter to not risk the blood until we have back supply I think. With the rolls is it gonna be who ever rolls first or we all just gonna roll after picking something?
OP ?
>>6336854Sad. Civilization quests don't usually last long, but this didn't seem like a civ, really, and had more creative spark.
>>6331783It's velociraptor, so obviously velociraptor
This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace.But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed at hand......a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light.What became of the hero is lost to myth, another mystery of the past casting a long shadow. In one village, it is customary that when children come of age, they make a pilgrimage to the nearby ruins, and bring back an artifact. In doing so, they bring what was left in the dark to the light, and keep their history alive. You are from that village, and today you turn 18, and must make your own pilgrimage. Your father was an archeologist at Hyrule University, and now that it is your day to recover an artifact, you are determined to follow in his footsteps with your diligence. But shadows hang over more than the past, now. A ruthless warlord has rallied an army, and has laid siege to Hyrule castle for nearly a year, seeking to claim the golden power. Darkness gathers across the kingdom, and shadows stretch ever farther each passing day... Welcome to LOZ: Umbral Tower, where you will play an unlikely hero destined to save the kingdom from a neverending shadow. In this game you will roll pools of D6s based on your stats, which will improve over time, against competing pools of D6s, where 5's and 6's are considered successes. Ties normally go to the aggressor, not the defender. I may tweak this as we go. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342070>Particular charactersIron Knuckles, both as another heavy armored enemy and more specifically the OoT bend with them being Gerudo. There's a lot of enemies I would like to see but I'm making the assumption a lot of them are going to inevitably show up due to the nature of the quest. More on Impa since she's Zuzo's mom would be cool. Old and New Kasuto would be cool and I echo the /qtg/ post about the CD-I games getting an appearance and more work here.>DescriptionsGood for both setting tone and describing key details. although I wish there were some more visuals for exact layout as personally I struggle to measure where everything is but I understand how verbose and annoying it can be to try to quantify everything spatially.>QMing rulesSeems you got most things out of the way in this thread. Just keep in mind the 72 hour bump limit so the thread isn't stuck slowly sliding to page 11 when it's still active.>Vote optionsAs has been said don't include an option you're not willing to write for. I was honestly very upset at Zuzo getting blinded and imprisoned after the fight with Dead Heart and had to remind myself there was still a chance things could get better (thank goodness they did) but you gave a good rationale for including them in the list. That said I would say that if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options.>MechanicsHard to say because I personally use just a simple percentile d100 B/W/Mo3 in a more narrative quest but this has precedence as a Vidya game. So far it's been working pretty fine but it always stings to see someone get a good roll after someone else.
>>6343062>Iron Knuckles You will be pleased! Zuzo will be terrified Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... >if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options.This is a very incisive piece of feedback that I will keep in mind; sometimes I find myself listing options more from the perspective of the omniscient narrator, and if I ground them more thoroughly from Zuzo's instead, I think that will help a lot.
>>6343185That's me^
>>6343185I for one am with Skull-Kid. Gerudo chicks are definitely high up there but also if Subrosians show up I'm not going to be upset
>>6343185Of course, keep in mind that there is almost certainly GOING to be a situation where Zuzo has to choose between bad options, and don't feel afraid to not give us an easy out.>Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... Zuzo as James Bond, international ninja of mystery, seducing information out of the enemy with The Look and nothing else.>>6343191Subrosians?
“HAHAHA, FOOLISH HEROES, KNEEL BEFORE MY GRAND MAGIC!”Your skeletal body, adorned in robes that have lived longer than any human has breathed, lords over the fallen party of heroes. Your ultimate Origin Magic, though incomplete, has proven more than sufficient to take on the pathetic mortals sent to their knees before its might. Miasma-smoke fills the room, spewed by the necromantic fire left in the wake of your destructive magnum opus. However, to your incredible satisfaction, the Holy Sword itself, the only weapon capable of striking you down, lies corroded beneath the hero’s tattered frame, little more than a sparkly pile of smoldering slag.Yes, your ultimate victory has been achie–Pain unlike any you’d ever imagined stabs through your very being, a thin, needle-like blade jutting out from the cluster of mana animating your undead body, destabilizing it, causing your very being to quiver and weaken. Something is wrong— something is very, very wrong. . You collapse to the floor, your head snapping 180 degrees back to see just who had landed the killing blow. If your eyes could widen, they would: the Hero Michael, who you had thought collapsed in front of you, stands proudly behind you with an unknown blade in your back.“H-how?”“Lich King Atrebor,” the hero declares, his obnoxious condescension shamelessly leaking into his words as he drives the blade even further through your ribs, “you may have been wary of me, the possessor of the Holy Sword, but you paid far too little attention to my real strength: my friends.”You turn your eyes back to the party: an illusion, a paltry trick, dissolves from the worthless entourage of the chosen one, revealing a golem in place of his second in command and that same eternal loser, Reinlock, in his place.“Impossible!” you roar, “I was certain! He– he had the holy sword! He acted just as you would!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6357156In Necromancy, as in all schools of magic, there exists a set of foundational words, glyphs required to construct even the most basic spells and rites. Even mages of the unorthodox must understand these things, at least in concept, to be able to cast their respective schools of magic at all. To a necromancer, one such word, perhaps the most important one they have, is the cessation of being, the final gasp, the boundary-line between Life’s breath and Death’s clutches.Atrebor. The end.>Recollection; 40%—You rise from your slumber, hastily readying yourself to at least a baseline standard of presentability before heading back to Rykov’s annex for your next meeting. As anticipated, you arrive to see her working, though still in gown and gloves as prior, sparks crackling around her as black dust crumbles from the air itself. “The output is too low,” she frowns, “And the Essence always comes out burnt…”You stop before her, seeing the black charcoal stain her paper-white gloves as she contemplatively rolls the dust between her fingertips. What should you do?>Inquire about her literature reviewComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6357159Chilling. Beautiful.>Attempt the feat yourself (requires a roll)
>>6357159> all of the aboveThey dont seem mutually exclusive, and all useful in some way. As a curious mind, i suppose Roberta is extremely curious about the options of combining Rykovs knowledge of air and water hocuspocus with our fresh insights on plant matter. Since we are not suckers for publication recognition, I dont see the harm in sharing and get this experiment going. Try to learn from Rykov as well. By all means: keep our identity hidden. Rykov obviously knows Atrebor well, albeit through papers. Dont overshare.
>>6357159>Ask for instruction>Attempt the feat yourself (requires a roll)We are quite lucky to happen upon such a brilliant mage in this place, maybe we could create a new magical tower here adopting the meritocracy of the north in the future.
>>6357159>Attempt the feat yourself (requires a roll)we kinda have to at this pointlets show her what we can do
Once upon a time, there was a stricken land where there was no such thing as day, nor morning, no sunrise or sunset, but endless dark. It was alone and obscure, on an island surrounded by waters as black as the sky. Yet the wind carried whispers of warmth and light, so the sad peoples of this land, intoxicated by the drink called hope, entreated their king to find the mythical sun and bring it to their lands. The king of the dark vowed to bring the morning to his people, and departed.After five years, while the king did not return, the morning did come, with all of the light and warmth that could be dreamed of. Yet while the people were happy, the new king’s heir, his granddaughter the crown princess, was skeptical of this new light. So, she ventured over the dark waters towards the light, and finally, she found a great tower atop which burned a sun nothing like had been spoken of, nor what seemed to create the new day. There she met her grandfather, and demanded of him the truth. Was there a sun, or no? Were they living in a day that was just night under a mask? Her elder, sad and weary, asked the simple question of if she could tell the difference. What distinguished the False Light from the Dawn?She could not answer, and returned home, keeping the secret to her grave. Yet, friends and followers of Ange, what if the Dawn that comes is false? What if it is so convincing that none of us can tell it true? What if indeed, the facsimile created is the true one after all?-The Heresy of the False Light, Apocryphal Speech said to be performed by Disgraced Socalist and Disciple of Anton Ange, Aster Du Langue
>>6356717>Operation May Three: Pressure from the North. Risk Level: 11st BattalionLess risk and more pay than the first one, sounds good to me.>Operation April Zero: Invasion of the Heartland. Risk Level: 3Mobile BattalionTime for the Legion to get a taste how the superpowers wage war.
>>6356717>Operation November One: Landing and Recapture of Roxorient Islands. Risk Level: 21st Battalion, it will be a good way to break in the rookies.>Operation April Zero: Invasion of the Heartland. Risk Level: 3Mobile Battalion. It's time our tanks fought other tanks.
>>6356717>Operation November One: Landing and Recapture of Roxorient Islands. Risk Level: 21st Battalion>Operation April Zero: Invasion of the Heartland. Risk Level: 3Mobile Battalion.
>>6356717>Operation May Three: Pressure from the North. Risk Level: 11st Infantry Battalion>Operation September Two: Southern Front Offensive. Risk Level: 42nd Mobile Battalion
For Mobile Battalion:>>6356720>>6357080The hardest task is fitting for those that would be the stars of where they arrive.>>6356736>>6356751>>6356758>>6356996Match mine against their best- they will be shown their inferiority.For the Infantry Battalion:>6356720Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
