We are back! Only a year after the first thread. I’m like that, sorrynotsorry. You are Alyssa NicNivara, High Elven lady archmage of the seventh order, stuck in this strange backwards land called ‘Westeros’ with your sister Anya, a cleric of the Dawnfather, your druidess colleague Eva, and four mortal partymembers you scarcely know. Where we left off, you and your party were demonstrating what duels of the mighty look like to these folk who do not know power; your duel with Anya involved you turning into a Sea Dragon and accidentally frightening many spectators, and then polymorphing into a 20-foot-tall-Sun Giant - which is when Lord Stark happened to walk in, at just the right moment to witness you beating your sister over the head with her own summoned Leskylor. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62761627?view_full_work=truehttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6182755/https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/westeros-elf-wizard-quest-archive.1213676/>Just another day in the life. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5 + 26 (1d20 + 26)>>6374036
>no update
>>6376867I promise I'm alive and still, but I'm going to college and working at the same time and I had to study for exams for real this week so it may be a bit
>>6377190that's fine
>>6377190good luck with the exams
>Now with intro theme music https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a Golden Power handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.But one day a terrible Demon was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious Shadow Tribe. He dwelt atop an enormous Black Tower, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...The Shadow Tribe's sacred duty was to protect the Golden Power by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.One among their number rose to the challenge, and used Shadow Magic to pursue the Demon to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the Hero of Shadows, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 4 (1d6)You step carefully sideways a few places, not lifting your feet above the water's surface to maintain quiet. The great beast, ever hungry, swivels it's eyestalks downward to focus only at the meagre scraps of food floating before it. Again, carefully it reaches down with its smaller, more dextrous claw, plucking a grub from the water with surprising grace. This is when you launch your attack! With a heavy step you spring forwards and leap into an aerial somersault, managing barely to arc above its massive foreclaw. Slashing sidelong when you bound above it, you manage to sever both stalks with a single strike! They drop into the water and float there like a pair of fat bobbers. SPLOSH-OSHSH GRKRKRKLKRLRKLRLLRLURGARLK! You don't have to speak crab to know it's terribly angry! It's claws are both raised aloft now, pinching at the air in distress, and it lurches leftwards and rightwards. Landing on its other side, you extend your sword before you, preparing to defend... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5, 5, 1, 6 = 17 (4d6)>>6377103
Hot dice tonight..
>>6377113We have the power of Japanese History on our side.https://youtu.be/7ktHrtxUHbg?t=40
>>6377105Nice roll!
you play as Argia Candente, the silver-haired Hand of Ansàrra. After proving your worth in your darkest hour, your Goddess has blessed you with many gifts. But the door to the Night opens, and the final hour looms…# # # # # #Welcome to the eight thread of Argia Candente’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a newly-found F-cup, by Ansàrra’s grace) Holy Knight (fully-fledged now!) with a penchant for daydreaming and less plagued by self-doubt after Ansàrra’s own blessings, on a quest to save the world from the resurgent Seven Sisters and their demonic rule..For tomorrow dawns in darkness, and you may have to bear the light of Her sun upon your very shoulders…So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from.And then let’s decide together where we are going.
>>6377426I'm thinking we may need that sanction to kill the Worm...>>6377354>Ask Soralisa for help in finding this pivotal point. You need to close the door now… even if it might be too late.Our scholar has been studying all this time. What does she think we should do?
>>6377354>Ask Soralisa for help in finding this pivotal point. You need to close the door now… even if it might be too late.
>>6377471My main idea here is that a sanction like that is guaranteed to distract Celaeno, someone calling the might of her nemesis in the form of her strongest sanction right in front of her, someone with the gall of wearing Ansàrra's golden arm in her presence would goad Celaeno to do more than just a passing gaze and give Lithala an opening to capitalize on it in whatever way she deems necessary.I'm suggesting we switch strategies for a minute to throw Celaeno off just a little while she is feeling like she already won, let Lithala focus everything she got on the worm and willow while Argia + Lithala's 40k souls entertain Celaeno for a few minutes.>I'm thinking we may need that sanction to kill the Worm...Yes we will need it for the worm too but nothing says there is a hard limit to how many times it can be petitioned, the only two real limits here to all sanctions are1 - You need sun-mommy's prior approval to be granted it (that's how Soralisa was even able to do it, Ansàrra granted it even though Soralisa's body couldn't take it), hell rosandra can do ALL of them without cost or penalty >>63595872 - There is still the matter of how likely Argia can do it and remain lightly unscathed, but if I'm not completly mistaken I'll bet on her body being able to call two of them (one at a time I mean, not simultaneously) before her body starts breaking down.Again I'm aware that proposing something very VERY retarded dangerous suggestion here, but as it is right now they won't accomplish anything, not even rescue Willow
>>6377751the idea is interesting, and as you did say: dangerous.I'd say 10 more hours for voting
A soft quiet hangs over the forest as you run through the underbrush. Compared to the lobby, it felt like a heavy blanket was draped over the arena and muffled everything outside. You do your best to not break the silence with your movement as you hurry through the forest. Spawns in an arena match are static but there were a few different locations where one could be spawned in. The limited amount of spawn points meant that anyone could narrow down the location of their opponent by heading over to them and seeing if they were there. That was, of course, assuming that their opponent hadn't moved in the interim. With how defenseless you were right now, you were sure that one or two direct hits from a simple spell would be disastrous. Not to mention her aim was far better than any newbie you ever saw. It would be best not to underestimate her, especially now that she had practice. You slide behind a fallen log and go prone. You strain your ears for any sound of your opponent but the silence persists. You needed to formulate a strategy. The set up of your fight was quite simple, each of you had 3 healing potions and 3 mana potions. Not too egregious but enough to give each other a pick me up in case of a bad hit. You're not sure how well you'd be able to utilize the mana potions at the moment but the healing potions could come in handy in a pinch. You also had your ability to cheat death once per real world day. It was an ability that Serena didn't know about and you weren't really sure you wanted to use for a simple spar. Lifting up your coat, you make sure that your canister of fuel on your hip was locked in and ready to use. A quick adjustment of the wrist and the nozzle for your igniter, a miniaturized flamethrower, pops up and ready to use. You only had about 5 shots with a single can unless you decided to empty it completely for a large wall of fire. Finally, you reach down and pop off the small buckle on your belt. You flick the small lid off of the fake lighter and see the tiny grapple hook pop out, ready to fire and zip you towards your target or pull something towards you if it was light enough. These were just two of the gadgets you had built in what you hoped would be a small arsenal of tricks you could use. Even so, you weren't sure how well they could carry you now that you were playing a class without features.
"There's a Korean proverb I learned during my time there, 등잔 밑이 어둡다 or it's darker under the lamp. It basically means that if you spend all your time seeing how dark it is, you'll never notice everything else that is illuminated by the light. All the beauty, the fun. There's also the saying, 백지장도 맞들면 낫다 or if you lift together, it's easier even if it's just a sheet of paper. I know it's hard right now, Ms.Doe. Things might seem overwhelming but if you just look a little bit forward, out into the light. You'll see that there's someone there waiting for you and wanting to help." She says gently nodding in your direction. "And if accept that help, you might see that there's plenty of new and beautiful things to experience." Gloria says sliding a beautifully plated set of tacos surrounding a small plastic bowl of salsa. "If I do say so myself, of course." She adds with a smile. "Believe me, it took John a while to realize that too. But like I told him, all you have to do is take it one step at a time and if you need it, I'll be here for you as well."Your mother looks at the plated food then at Gloria. She seems conflicted, unsure of what to do or say. Eventually, she nods. "You're a kind woman, Gloria. I don't know what to say.""You don't need to say anything Ms. Doe." Gloria says gently. Tears well up in your mom's eyes and Gloria quickly hands her a napkin. Your mom dabs her eyes and tries to hide it.>What do you do?>Take the food and walk with your mom to an empty table. Let her collect herself before you take her to Roland.>Help your mom to the employee area upstairs. Get some privacy for the two of you. >Stay with Gloria a bit longer and change the topic. Ask Gloria to taste test the lasagna. >Write in.
>>6378630>Take the food and walk with your mom to an empty table. Let her collect herself before you take her to Roland.
>>6378630>Let her collect herself with an empty table
>>6378637This is a good idea. And then we can...>>6378630>Bring Roland to her after she's had a moment to collect herself, and when he has a moment.
"To Truth and Justice!"The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices.You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew:The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague.The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim.Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one.And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike."...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free." One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hackett gives you a few moments to process, then gives another nod to miss Lovelace."Now, we do have a few leads you may choose to pick up." He says turning back to you and a data overlay appears over the Citadel hologram which has once again moved into focus. The overlay, you suspect, was the one highlighting anomalous constructs."There are several areas that have been marked of particular interest." Hackett continues and three reticles appear on the citadel. Although two of them appear in locations that also register as familiar to you, it's the third one that give you pause. In fact you barely listen to the admiral drone on."One of those areas is the C-Sec Academy around which much of the emergency operations have been focused and is serving as operating base for those of our men who have volunteered to help on the ground. It is also where Shepard's team is operating from."This did stir your attention. Of course Shepard would be down there, helping. There had been speculations around that he didn't make it through the battle of Earth, but Libella did mention him. And now you were going to work alongside the living legend, saviour of the citadel, destroyer of the Reapers.No pressure.Your peers did not remain unresponsive either."Huh." Kris gave a grunt of admiration. As far as you knew his expressiveness, this was as close as he got to a "Squee!".Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Doctor Ford. I am going to be blunt. Did you, during your previous career, leave any prothean, or otherwise, artifact as a memento with your family?"That one was easy. You shake your head."No, I have not. All artifacts we've recovered have gone through very thorough analysis carried out by CIX. I would never leave any unknown alien technology as a civilian mantelpiece, much less with people I care for." You respond without offense, it was after all not an entirely unreasonable guess for a semi-independent adventurer. However, warnings of the many exotic dangers unknown ancient technology could pose were a sort of copybook heading you've come across often in your education, with subsequent adventures only confirming its wisdom."I can confirm that. We may take chances out in the field, but we don't play fast and loose with lives on inhabited worlds." Kris supports you. "...when we can help it." He adds on a quieter note, possibly reminded that one time on Illium. But really there was no way that would allow you to get away while observing all the air traffic regulations that time."I see." Hackett does not press the issue. "Well, it may be worth for you to investigate the area. Our capacities are stretched too thin with other, larger centres of civilian survivors.""Noted." You nod."Good. With that being said, as I don't expect you to back out despite the dangers, you have, as I said, freedom to choose your approach. Be advised though that we are relying on you to avoid more… forceful… methods of containment. If situation begins to develop into a clear and imminent threat to the planet, you will be asked to evacuate - if said situation allows."The old admiral spoke firmly and you returned his gaze, feeling both the gravity of the insinuation as well as the man's inner hope that it would not come to that, much as he was well seasoned in keeping such emotions to himself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Yes, you'd like to ask about… (specify)>No, you're good.And with that decided you would…>Stay for a while and go over your options in greater detail here in the conference room. Perhaps you could even try to contact Shepard's team.>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>Head out and towards the C-Sec academy. Shepard's team may have found some new leads that didn't make it to this briefings and coordinating with him might help.You briefly consider going to Citadel archives as well, but that seemed… premature, at this juncture. And a voice in the back of your head telling you you would not do much discovery as distraught as you were right now.Hackett did also touch subtly on one more point to address, rather than a question to ask… your gaze drifts towards Lea. The Quarian senses your gaze and looks back at you.She blinks.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6373165>>No, you're good.>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>No, seriously. Do make her sit this out.put her in a straight jacket if she resists>Take Kris and Eve
>>6373165>Yes, you'd like to ask about… (specify)>Do we know if and how the nanoplague affects synthetics?>Head out and begin investigating - starting with the suspect apartment block. You can't in good conscience claim you're not eager to look for very specific survivors, but you do have good reasons to begin investigation in what may be time-sensitive area, too…>Do make her sit this out.>Take Kris.
>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6344652>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellHeliopolis Colony has been Destroyed. The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...
>>6377288[ https://files.catbox.moe/itt5la.mp3 ]That degree of surprise is why you corralled Athrun from leaving straight away as you both docked close to the civilian vessel that had been attacked.Of course... After having a provate conversation over the fact the red-framed unit similar to yours started hawking and selling spare parts and repairs to the damaged pirates... Even accepting trade-ins for their weapons and other mechanical and scrap goods."We really should have left after clearing out the trouble." Athrun shivers once again as the red framed unit finally finished hauling off repair materials to the pirates."Goldmine! This'd gonna look good on the checkbooks for the H.O.M.E!" The pilot calls out as the Red-Frame does a fist bump in the air..."We've been here for twenty minutes already, I suppose you're right on that." Assuaging Athrun, however, you remind yourself that the Ship's captain wanted to adress you both after the hostilities went down...You suppose by now, the N-jammer interference has lessened, as you motion for Athrun towards the Aegis "See if you can contact the Vesalius and notify them we're alright." Athrun nods to it as they put on their helmet, floating forth towards the grayscaled mobile suit...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377799"A gold-plated arm?"You ask away as Lowe explained his own findings in Heliopolis...In particular, that there is another, blue-framed Astray unit. Now in the hands of the mercenary of the Serpent's Tail that had somehow managed to escape from having their machine destroyed by you and Miguel."I'll take your reaction that you hadn't seen it as well, but yeah, that does it for how I'd found them... How about you?" Lowe asked as he crossed their arms, leaning on a tools rack "words' coming that ZAFT destroyed Heliopolis callously but knowing you for a bit, you and your friend don't really hvave the temperment for that kind of thing." Lowe wuickly trid to pitch you out as you raise an eyebrow."Didn't you all get duped by-?" You cut yourself off, not trying to sound rude in regards to the pirates you saved them all from "Colonies weren't made for fighting in Their purpose was to shelter and shepherd the pioneers of the stars in the brand new cosmic era... I won't avoid my own responsibility in it falling but-."Lowe raises their hand "I get it, no need to beat yourself up for politeness." The redheaded junkman looks off into the distance "I took the liberty of having Eight here connect remotely to your Astray."What.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377807You...You knew the name of it, as part of that briefing on the G-Project you had managed to infiltrate into.The Aile Striker pack, abandoned and jettisoned into space...It didn't get picked up by the Archangel in its silent run, possibly out of fear of getting attacked while at it... But to think you'd see it again after."Why do you have that?!" Athrun called out from the Aegis as it pointed at the abandoned backpack unit."We picked it up as teash, you guys inow what that is-?!" Lowe suddenly gulped as you shielded them with your arms, Athrun menacingly stepping forth in the Aegis."Give it to us this instant! You can't have that, it's war goods-!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the Vesalius
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the VesaliusOnly we have to know it's here after all, and if they'll stay neutral then there's really no danger. (backstab 20 episodes later...)
On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic……while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last.You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...…but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374972>>6374982He was saying he'd post news in the QTG which was a bit worrying. This thread's only on page 5, it'll be up for at least another month.
>>6374972>>6374982>>6374989I have some ideas, but right now I'm still pretty tired and bummed out, and trying to actually start writing is a struggle right now. I do think I'll try a short Pokemon quest now, but haven't decided where or when. In the meantime, I at least have what I believe would be my first cover art for it.
>>6375005Oh that's cute as hell!!!!!
>>6375005Guess I’ll see you then, man.
>>6375005nice job!
Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you.After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it!So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home...Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess.
QM curse is real
I'm alive. I've been sick for the past month and a half but I've been working on a chunky update while I'm recovering. Don't know when I'll be done but I promise that I haven't and won't abandon this quest.
>>6372035Godspeed NotIse
>>6372035You just can't catch a break, can you man?Get well soon.
>>6372035Hopefully you feel better, NotIseQM.
You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.
>>6373833The next day is busy for you. L3 Eugen had you mark on a map of the stormdrains what you saw and where, and you spent two hours in recollection of vague memories and maps that don't seem to line up, eventually marking up the orphanage, monument, ampitheatre, gun mill, cannibal eatery, and the alleyway where you ambushed Durant. Despite being the person that set up the wifi drone nest to spy on them. Part of you wants to believe it's a form of punishment, but in reality it's probably just bureaucracy at its worst.When you return home, you find that mama has left a surprise. Erika has not left you one, but two dresses. You have a blue and white winter dirndl, clearly made from the same thick and warm leathers and linens as the northern expedition uniforms. Though it appears clean and well pressed, handling the material betrays that it is made from a material made to go to the north pole and back.New equipment available.Winter DirndlA heavy traditional German dress made from the pinnacle of modern materials science, deceptively rugged in nature.+ Solid slash resistance; comparable to Turnout gear+ Disguise, not immediately recognized as a member of Stormwatch, more so when not visibly armed- You are perceived as unarmored by friend and foe alike- Restricted mobilityBut more than that, mama has left you a pure white dress and a flowercrown, like what you would wear back in your village as a child.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375667Dirndl can be big value in case the banquet goes tits up and the situation becomes desperate. The gown is going to be for Kiikoinen later
>>6375667A wedding gown. Thanks mom
>>6375789Something something "try not to get it too stained, sweetie!"
>>6375667Both strong looks, though I favor the former for this event.
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375267Ahhhh I hate it, best of luck to you Forgotten.
>>6375258>>6375259>>6375263Due to the triple pass on a She Lifts bonus, I could totally see Nat hanging around at the back picking up abandoned gear as she goes. Like a mother picking up after her messy children, until she's carrying like half the squad's gear. Either that or carrying Goldie because he's out of shape being in recovery so long.
>>6375271>the disapproving glare of mamma snake when she drops your ruck on your head>she move on to the next trooper with two other sacks
>>6375271>Snake Eyes having to princess carry Goldie all the way to the objective because he sprained his ankle during the rushCinematic.
>>6375258>>6375259>>6375262Good rolling anons! We survive (for now)>>6375267When can we expect you Forgotten, next Wednesday? Also, do you think we'll finish the Big One in this thread?
One day at a time....That's what the social worker assigned to you keeps repeating. It is to help with the 'rehabilitation' process or some such bullshit. They shoved you into a group home, tell you to study hard to finish your education and force you to socialize with girls your age.That woman has to know it's useless. You are going to age out of the system and get tossed within the year. What is the point? Everything has no meaning, no duty, no chivalry...This is all the fault of the Pretty Star Warrior bitches and those Arkadian Kingdom bastards!Those supernatural assholes destroyed the Sumi gang with their war over humanity and magic. It's hard to know which one did more damage. Was it the Arkadian Kingdom taking over and tainting every gangsters' heart crystal? Or was it the Pretty Star Warriors handing over all the dirty secrets of the gang to the cops after purifying everyone?Every allied yakuza in the Greater Tokyo association was furious. They issued the zetsuenjo permanent expulsion, a literal death warrant for the Sumi gang. The godfather had to willingly offer up his life and disband the gang to let his underlings off the hook.You remember digging his grave on that remote mountain. You remember the coldness of the soil, how hard it was to dig with the shovel. Hands bled and blood trickled down the handle, but you didn't stop. The grave had to be deep; it had to be proper for a righteous man."Azami..." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6377067+2
We're basically all voting for tokusatsu stuff. Just need to rewatch some gekiranger for the poses...
Oh hell, I didn't realize they fired the actress for the first female black ranger for underage drinking. She was literally what I had in mind when I put in the option. This is what I get for not paying attention to sentai new.
>>6377549kek, how serendipitous!
>>6377549It is as was ordained. Now you must follow through. Azami would NEVER drink unless the godmother ordered her to relax and have some sake on the house.This does still get me disappointed that MSVQ died before our girl Haruka had to deal with kidnapping a guy to be her bf just like a real woman villain would
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMYhttps://discord.gg/SaH8tBttxWith several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 22 begins!
Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12 (3d10)>>6374993>>6375054>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of RebirthWe try the mud again.
>>6375051>MA: develop tech, with all my standard of living upgrades as foundation: Quality has a Quantity all it’s own (increase Pop capacity in the Cradle of Royalty per every 2 culture tech)This city… isn’t it truly beautiful?So beautiful that maybe… one may be willing to get a liiiittle cramped to still live in it?>MA+1DI: wizard: try to draw down energy from the starsLight comes, in a great and beautiful rain, every single night.From the stars themselves, it is called to the center of all creation- the Crown, the Throne, the Ruler, the same way all things revolve around it like a court around its sovereign.But such energy, such brilliance, it is wasted! With the guidance of the crown, it may be harvested- for who knows what purposes…
Rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17 (3d10)>>6374925>>6375054>Unit Move [Gerniet] (23,4)Gerniet crests the edge of the crags, overlooking a gulf of crystalline water, sparkling with the reflection of countless icebergs. In this moment, recounting their conversation with Lys, Gerniet realizes that they endured so much fear and restlessness for no reason. Everything they want can be within grasp with enough mindfulness and determination, and everything that cannot be will be resolved with time. For truly the first time for a vessel before their deathbed, Gerniet has discovered freedom.Extending an open gauntlet towards the horizon, this freedom will be provided to many more listeners than Gerniet alone.>Terraform [MA] [1DI] Claim (22,0) (23,0) (29,3)>Build [MA] Vesper Keep, a new settlement on (29,3)>Relocate [MI] 10 pop from the Lake of Communion, and 10 pop from the Eastern Reach, to Vesper Keep, a massive band of listeners who followed alongside Gerniet's immense journey to explore the north.>Unit Move [Greg] to (14,12), and menacingly stare off the northern edge of the walls.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374993>>6375054>>6378306>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of RebirthThis time with feeling.>Major: [Terraform Creation] [2xDI] [6 foreigner pop] - Create unique Powerful Resource: Daemu Fen (Constructions and Structures supplied with it passively rebuild over a given period of time) - Gunmetal grey mud now awash in flakes of vibrant verdant green - each fleck shimmering like a foil leaf or oil slick of a life given to fuel it's unholy creation. Taking from the very means of self propagation and regeneration of both races, the Daemu Fen's a terrifyingly resilient material, able to 'remember' what it is supposed to be and regenerate quite literal stone structures like a natural organism. Similarly training it with memories of what it "should" be allows for mass production of various self-assembling objects, similar to the functionality of the gunslugs. Memory foam Fen, basically. Using: Domain - Mud. Resources - Glepnal Mud, Concerators, Daemu Fen. Pops - 3 Daemu 3 Narcissists. Rolling Terraforming (3 dice)A great basin is carved out by the dragon's talons and fangs. An unhealing wound in the jungle floor where life no longer can perpetuate itself. A hole dug into the ground that wound soon become a cauldron, as the Decor roll out the carpet of mud and fire that pour into it with a voracious appetite. With the threat of gunpoint and a grand sweep of her tail, mortals one and all are lined up and swept into the boiling mass of mud, where the goddess swirls them into the Daemu Fen of their own flesh and blood, covetting their souls, to fill the forming ranks of her grand hoard. >Major: [Develop] [DI] [6 Narcissist Pops] - Vessel Refinement: What is Dead Can Never Die - Implanting the capabilities of the Narcissists in the Vessels of her Will using the Daemu Fen as a catalyst: On the epoch after a Vessel Unit takes damage, roll a 1d3. The Unit recovers Pop equivalent to the rolled number, as long as it does not exceed the number of Pop lost on the previous epoch.Using: Domain - Mud, Soul. Tech - Glepnal Stoneforging, Cermaic Hardening, Pottery, Ceramic Kilns. Vessel Refinement (Partial). Resources - Glepnal Mud, Daemu Fen, Narcissists [6].Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378532>Unit Move [Greg] to (14,12), and menacingly stare off the northern edge of the walls.No small number of Kikka suddenly get the feeling that they really ought to be somewhere else.
On a faraway world, humanity is thriving. Across the surface of this planet, thousands of tribes have been born and most of them have fallen to the wayside in their quest to become something greater – true civilisations. Only the worthy have evolved beyond a tribal state and now they are ready, to leave their mark on the world for evermore.We are following one such civilisation, who call themselves the Croglatovic – the People of the Great Lake, in their own tongue.They belong to the Scavic, a race of people with soft faces, fair hair and blue-grey skin. Like the rest of their kind, they inhabit the Grascan, a vast oceanic forest filled with dangerous beasts and towering trees.The Croglatovic have dominated the shore of the Croglatol and the banks of the Choslitol, a great lake and the river that flows from it into the sea. Here, the forest is thin and civilisation is allowed to flourish without fear of predation.Though most of the Croglatovic still enjoy a rural lifestyle of rearing swine and tending to hives of honey bees, the city of Ancron has become increasingly important to the chiefdom. Hundreds of men and women now work as artisans, copyists and couriers. Instead of growing or butchering their own food, they pay for it with toroc, the shell money that serves as the civilisation's currency. Urbanity is taking hold.Yet the chiefdom still clings to its faith. The Croglatovic have devoted themselves to An, the Allmother and the source of the divine energy that flows through all living things – Drocrom. Though the sisterhood of priestesses known as the drobrac oversee the worship of Allmother, the chiefdom has other gods. Il, the Great Father, the first son and first lover of An, serves as her masculine counterpart, while the Four Winds govern the natural world.The most notable servants of Il are the Brulicruvic, the Truthguard, the warrior caste of the Croglatovic. Armed with spears and dressed in shining scales, they defend the Croglatol from Grovic thieves and foreign raiders. As the chiefdom comes to rely on bronze rather than copper, these soldiers will have to adapt and embrace new technology. Will they find success in this new age, or will they fail the civilisation that they serve?The warriors aren't the only ones who shall be challenged by the shifting status quo. The wily merchants of the Croglatovic might have more avenues for exploitation than ever before, yet they also have to deal with more competition. The Glalividul and Anidan, the chieftain and saint who rule over the chiefdom, may struggle to manage the increasingly clever Glavic, the council of headsmen and patriarchs who serve them. Great change awaits this civilisation.
>>6373169Still here, just took a bit of a break while I waited for the tie to be resolved.But the tie's still there, so I'll ask for someone who hasn't voted yet to decide between remaining centralised in the city of Droveron and dividing the army over numerous Brydroveg settlements. If no one does, I'll do a roll off in around twenty-four hours.
>>6373173I see, glad to hear
>>6373173 here ya go>Leave behind three hundred of the Truthguard.>Remain centralised in the city of Droveron and return home piecemeal.
>>6373173miss you op
Archived the Quest, remember to vote anons https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=yet+another+civ
Lytek was, like most work days, sitting behind his desk. The God of Exalted stroked his white beard after penning a recommendation for a Lunar Exaltation, reviewing his work. Satisfied, the grandfatherly god smiled, and put the letter in his filing cabinet, where a copy would be instantly made and transmitted to Luna. A knock came on his door, and Lytek looked up. “Come in,” he called, raising his hand to both open the door and ready the chair, all without standing. He moved his piles of papers to the sides of his desk, ready to meet this visitor. But it was not a visitor, but his assistant and daughter, Lysidore. “Father!” She said, rushing into the room. “We have an emergency! A whole circle of Sidereals were killed!” Lytek's eyes bulged. He stopped himself from asking details - he could learn them after his work was done. On cue, he heard five thumps in his locked cabinet. The Exaltations had arrived. “Here,” he said to Lysidore, reaching under his desk and offering his cleaning implements to her. “Help me prepare them.” The graveness of the situation pulled down her excitement. Father had never asked her to help him in his duties. Not like this. She grabbed the tools and pulled a few files from the top of his short stack, labeled “Sidereal Exaltation Candidates.” Lytek unlocked his cabinet and five small will-o'-the-wisps floated above his hand. Amber, cerulean, crimson, emerald, ans violet - one for each of the Castes. Pure Essence, empowered by the Five Maidens of Destiny. “Quickly,” he said, “there should be some Dragon-Blooded ready to be lifted to the stars.” In a frenzy, Lysidore spread out and looked down at the files she pulled. All were dynasts of the Scarlet Empire. “The Bronze Faction will have something to say-” “Not when it's this many at once,” Lytek grinned, his white beard moving with his cheeks. Grudges from the Solar Purge still persisted among the gods, especially he who was held back from his duties. The blades of Sidereals held Lytek in check as the Solars extracted and imprisoned his charges. It was a gamble for Lytek, but potentially denying one Dragon-Blooded for the Bronze Faction to steer was worth it. Even better if this Sidereal-to-be did not join the Bronze. Besides, four more Sidereals would join. It will be noted one was a dynast, but it will not be an outrage. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Come back soon Starry...
Well, if the QM isn't going to post anymore, maybe I should make my own Exalted quest instead. I'm sure I could make a bett
>>6362420Dang the curse struck him down mid sentence
>>6362425THE CURSE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THISI WANT MY WOD/EXALTED QUEST TO GO ON AND TO NOT DIE AS IF THE QM WAS STRUCK DOWN BY THE DIVINE WRATH OF THE RNG GODS!!!!!
>>6362445How did ancient peoples trick their gods
Today was supposed to be a day like any other, with boring lessons from teachers that seem to despise their students. That is, until you saw her.She was one of the seniors, and was just going about her day, smiling and chatting with her friends. Thing is, she was completely nude.The even more confusing part? No one seemed to notice it. Everyone was completely oblivious to it.What do you do?>Confront her>Ask other students or teachers if they notice it>Tail her for a bit, see what you can find>Other (fill in yourself)
>>6356586>+1interesting quest, but the last vote being 3 days ago and op's last post being 4 days ago seems like a redflag to me
>>6357981Typical, another quest goes bust under 50 posts.
>>6355876dice+10000
>>6359646Options field. Just below Name, above the post field.
>>6359652alright thanks
