You are Tristain d’Rusalka, newly appointed regent of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Morfis. After having emerged victorious in a tournament consisting of the strongest warriors of the known world, you had earned the right to marry Princess Yulia Xan Phanes, ruler of Morfis. At least, that was what you thought. But upon finally meeting the mysterious princess, she’d revealed that one final task remained before you would be allowed to wed. You must defeat the Four Royal Sages, who’d usurped much of her power and who seek to open the dreaded gates of Tartarus.Having been granted the authority to make decisions regarding Morfis’ future, you currently rule from the Royal Palace, alongside your cousin and Prime Minister, Bronte. However, the so-far short reign of the “Sorcerer Regent” has been plagued with turmoil. Immediately upon assuming power, you were forced to contend with one emergency after another.>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 46 King (EXP: 20/100)HP: 88/88 (120%)Strength: 47 (65%)Magic: 35 (40%)Speed: 37 (30%)Defense: 40 (60%)Resistance: 36 (40%)Luck: 38 (55%)>Skills: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432292“YOU RELEASED HIM?!” A voice in your head echoes relentlessly as you make your escape.>“What the hell? Gyles? No, Pyrrhus! What are you doing in my head?”“Is that Tristain you’re talking to? Tell him I said hello!” A voice that unmistakably belongs to Crowley is now ringing through your mind.“Silence!” Pyrrhus banishes the Dagdan. “You need to get out of there before Ernest brings the entire palace down on your head! The elevator is a trap, do NOT get on it! I will summon a warp panel to your location and help you escape!”>“How the hell are you going to do that?!”“Dear, have you gone mad?” Yulia gently asks underneath your arm. To her and the rest of your companions, it appeared as though you were talking to yourself.“I’ve taken control of the Tower of Illusions and Xenophanes’ old console. Tartarus’s opening set off a million alarms here. The two places seem to be connected by some line of sorcery. If you get on the elevator now, Ernest will destroy it and send you plummeting. Hide and stay alive for just a few moments and I can get you out of there!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432293>>B): Trust Pyrrhus to get you out of thereoh, thank sothis. i was hoping bronte would know another way out but this works even better
>>6432293>B): Trust Pyrrhus to get you out of thereHe 100% would help us to kill Nabatean. In fact, giving what we heard about him, its possible he is even ready to sacrifice himself to protect Morfis - The Last Agarthan Legacy (well, nobody told him about Arcadia).How the hell would we explain it to Arios and Cyril...Well, we will sort this matter later. Church of Seiros is far away, but the dragon is RIGHT HERE.Hovewer and this is of extreme importance. >“YOU RELEASED HIM?!” A voice in your head echoes relentlessly as you make your escape.That`s as slanderous as slander go. Tristain literally did everything in his power to prevent this. Breaking the siege extra quickly. Dispatching all minions of Marekthe turn last construct appeared and one turn killing Marek himself. And even allowing Lycus (who we brought with us explicitly to stop Nicon!) that last somewhat desperate gambit.Honestly, this accusation is unironically insane. To the point where the only reason not to argue strongly and immediately is extremely violent lizard just behind us.Also if this is not a secret/spoiler, what support rank did Byleth got with Rhea during Blair-quest?(i.e. is Rhea actually secretly alive?). I doubt it will be relevant at all, I`m just curious.
>>6432306>Also if this is not a secret/spoiler, what support rank did Byleth got with Rhea during Blair-quest?(i.e. is Rhea actually secretly alive?). I doubt it will be relevant at all, I`m just curious.she's dead as fuck, that was on the q&a in the finale
>>6432293>B): Trust Pyrrhus to get you out of therePower of friendship(?) goooooo!Also what the fuck Crowley, that's where you'd been all this time? Get your bum ass out here and fight!
Welcome to Vanguard Quest, a simple cooperative mech skirmish quest. New players are welcome any point - if you want to join, please review the latest assembly options and post your loadout! Thank you for playing.Previous Thread: >>6362888Archive:Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6362888/
>>6432050"Yes. I was careless. Such carelessness cost me my previous employment. A would-be subcontractor for Orbitale. Hired me as a test pilot for modified Fencer and Lancer frames. No background check or inquiries of any sort."Hexe stretches, eliciting several decidedly organic pops, and cycles through the various readouts that filter in after her optics' reboot. Primary heart RPM was 5000. That explained the throbbing pain behind her brow and the intense heat radiating through her face. It was not supposed to go that high without a frame's life support providing mitigation. Hexe frowns and venom creeps into her voice."I chose to attend a meeting, not knowing that the supplier had established contacts with lines in my clade. He immediately knew what I was. I asked for my contract to be terminated right afterwards. Honor and an NDA keep me from saying more. I enjoyed it, the work.""An astute observation regarding my implants. Not to worry, no offense was taken." Hexe follows Sailor out of the janitorial corridor. As they walk, the noise of implant adjustment is constant. Hexe grapples with the problem of finding the optimal posture for conversation while on the move. She settles for hovering vaguely off of Sailor's right shoulder. "I bought and had them installed on Ganymede. My previous implants covered the extraction, the cost of the replacement, and the installation. They were not the first piece of myself I had to part with, nor the last, but the parting was certainly one of the more aggravating I had to endure. Along with the sense-sim broadcaster/receiver/recorder." Hexe grimaces and lets out a few words in creole that can hardly be anything other than slurs. "I am glad I had the presence of mind to thoroughly wipe it. I thought I had secured a reputable buyer, but my suite is currently being used to make and distribute pornographic material on Callisto. They do not bother to edit out the manufacturer's watermark with the unit serial. That is very vexing."
>THE NEWCOMERS.You remember, at some point, being told that gravity is the surest sign of allegiance. Flags may change but terrestrial gravity leaves a permanent imprint on the human skeleton. You were less sensitive to it now - given that your company had a small but sizable contingent of terran-born recruits - but some old habits were difficult to shake. The earthborn mercenaries are squatter, more compact than most Martians - something that several of them seem to wear with pride. The tempo of their conversation lulls as they try to take your measure. Most of them immediately recognize your plain, rust-red uniform despite the stripped rank-pins and resewn company insignia. A few of the mercenaries scowl, walking away without making any effort to hide their distaste. Two of the mercenaries - however - choose to stay. A particularly heavyset Terran encloses your hand in a meaty paw before introducing himself as the captain of the STONE BREAKERS, a regiment sized unit of heavy assault infantry."Look man, your entire planet is a garbage heap." He says bluntly, blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the recycled air. "I hate the air, I hate the dust, and I hate how weird all the dusters here are. No offense, but the women don't even look right. I saw this one scarred weirdo who wouldn't even take her helmet off. They don't act right either. I don't know how the birth rate...""...but anyways, my boys," he says, gesturing proudly. "Just gotta take and hold some dirt for a few weeks. Then we're going back home, away from all this god.."Seemingly mildly embarrassed by his comrade's tirade, the second mercenary cuts in before he can finish. She introduces herself as the commander of the THALIUM ANGELS, a veteran mech unit comprised largely of former corporate pilots. Based on how she carried herself, you saw little reason to doubt her story. "As my colleague eloquently expressed, we're adjusting to the local climatic conditions," she says earnestly. "We've been doing a few practice drops in the lowlands, but the dust is giving us corrosion problems. Not enough to seriously compromise our fighting capabilities, of course" - she adds a bit too quickly - "but certainly enough to cut into our maintenance costs."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++With your new equipment order nearly complete, there was one final matter to attend to before your company was prepared to select a new contract. You meet with the civilian spacer captain, this time accompanied by the independent surveyor who - you were quite certain - was also his spouse. There was a certain tension to the conversation. Although the pair owned you a very substantial debt for committing your entire company for a pittance, the surveyor was understandably wary of your intentions. Mercenaries were mercenaries after all, and you had questioned her quite extensively before she had fully recovered from being trawled.Regardless, the offer that you proposed was a bit too attractive for them to ignore. The spacer studies the plan carefully, calculating profit margins and fuel consumption rates, swiping over his datapad with vacuum-knobbed fingers. "We...we can do it. We can't touch low orbit, but we can run these drops if we use your re-entry authorization codes." he says, a bit too quickly to express confidence. "The FAIRTIDE is...small though. Given the need to also install heat-shielding and re-entry, we can at most my crew can make one - maybe two drops at a time..."OPTIONS:> SMALL RESUPPLY X 2. Every mission, you may choose to drop 2 resupply beacons anywhere on the map. In addition to a 10 MU drop cost, each beacon will allow you to make rearm weapons totaling 10 MU.> LARGE RESUPPLY X 2. Every mission you may choose to drop 1 resupply unit anywhere on the map, with a 1 turn delay. In addition to a 20 MU drop cost, the resupply unit will allow you to make repairs and rearm weapons totaling 40 MU. The surveyor interjects abruptly.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432379"Seems i was right Gambler. Ain't that a heartwarmer to see them again like this."> SMALL RESUPPLY X 2. Every mission, you may choose to drop 2 resupply beacons anywhere on the map. In addition to a 10 MU drop cost, each beacon will allow you to make rearm weapons totaling 10 MU.> BACK WEAPON - SHIELD - ???"These are true kin of ours Commander. Their support will be much appreciated. We should invite them to dock their FAIRTIDE near our spaceship time to time.""Cant say i have any interest in seeing again those mercenaries instead. They just sounded like any other mercenaries we have killed Boss. Its good to know though that all these mercenaries companies from Old Earth are being well supported. And yoy might be right in thinking they have other motives for be here, while being supplied like this is useful is kind of a leash on a mercenary company. We definetly can expect them to fight for Old Earth, if they decide to move in with an official expeditionary force."
>>6432379> SMALL RESUPPLY X 2. Every mission, you may choose to drop 2 resupply beacons anywhere on the map. In addition to a 10 MU drop cost, each beacon will allow you to make rearm weapons totaling 10 MU.> AUX - MOBILITY - ???“Piece of shit earthers, they wouldn’t know a good woman if she slapped em across the face. Leave these guys to seethe in peace, Boss, they ain’t worth a damn.”
For too long, humanity has trembled in fear of the dark.Monsters from the depths below have, for as long as humankind could remember, ruled the caverns and ran rampant through the shadows of night. Beasts of claw and fang tore and devoured, ruthless daemons, monsters beyond flesh, bore the power to render even our fortress cities little more than rubble, and perhaps worst of all, the Abysskin, some weak and sly, others so mighty that they can deny even the sun to their surface lands, used mysterious sorcery to overwhelm the forces of man. For generations untold, we were powerless to resist, only the holy light of the Sun and Moon granting respite from that unbeatable terror. There was no compromise, no mercy, and no potential for negotiation. Because of their magicks and impossible might, outside the daylight there was only blood.Until, that is, humankind themselves gained that arcane might. The Hierophants, long suffering in their seemingly futile attempt to even the playing field, finally created magic that humans could use. Glyphs, taken from the language of the Abyss but sanctified for human use by the glory of the Lights Above, allowed us to fight back, first only enough to defend ourselves on those moonless, cloudy nights, then enough to press the attack, to eradicate the beasts and daemons and drive the Abysskin back into the caverns below. We could construct mines, steal the bounties of steel and crystals blessed by the grand mana swirling at the core of the world, and pursue industry. From the freed farmlands, enough food could be grown to eradicate famine, advance the common good, and allow people to finally pursue the arts and entertainment. Sunfire streetlamps lined every city and town, repelling monsters with their radiance, and great barriers were woven into the bulwarks of the fortress-cities, stopping even the mightiest beast dead in its tracks. The Hierophants are a mysterious, shadowy lot, few in number and utterly opaque, so much of the fighting has been left to Magecorps, some at the service of their nations, and others rag-tag guilds of mercenaries. You and your compatriots belong to one such group, a guild, subsidized only mildly by the Republic from which you hail, determined to find wealth, glory, and honor in the caverns below. Officially, you’re a “Subsidiary Tower” of the Hierophant's Grand Order, but the people, high and low, call you something else. To the world, you are Spelldivers.
>>6413378"huh. lost my cool there. ahem.""What I had meant to say was...">>6413699>>6413335"Don't get all saucy on me girl!" Jorogumo scoffs and wags her finger, glaring down with the full might of her matronly disapproval. "I suffer not your insolent boasting, your untried fortitude, such ill-manners and imprudence, when you have yet to contend with the likes of me. The bite of my tongue is like a whip's crack; I can draw blood from the finest hide or the hardest stone and I'll chew your ears right off. Why, I'd strike the Sun out of the sky if she insulted me!"Joro looms closer, looking directly into Ophelia's eyes, through Ophelia, deeper within. "I know your kind. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you. No part is altogether beyond my reach; I listen to the roaring of the eaten star that hangs within you and it is not alien, none of it more than is my own heart alien in me. What appears to you weak in the second heaven is endlessly strong in its own proper sphere. Mark this: to vex and to inhabit is not the same thing as to direct. I declare this on my honor and absolute power!""But... I'll put a postponement on this reckoning yet." The mad marchioness composes herself with a soft, hissing exhale. "It is indeed very good that you, little Opilio, have returned this title to me, the sole and rightful owner, thank you very much. Indeed, I have weaved into webs the dear strands of many a fate, and others' with mine own. 'Tis good that even my most contentious comrades heap upon me compliment after compliment: 'talented,' 'highest of heights.' Fuhuhu..." >>6413053"Thank you dearest Chincilla for the wonderful dessert last night," Joro says warmly. "The gift has pleased me and mine tongue. I'd reward you in return, but we are already friends, aren't we? Ha ha!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6413878He's just big boned.
>>6413878"See? Even she recognizes the wisdom of my words. We would surely have received word if these 'Old Ones' were any tangible threat." With the power of vindication on his side, Parsley doesn't even notice the part where she called him fat. Or maybe he did and he took it as a compliment. Either way, he's back to his insufferably smug self.>>6413951Hey now don't give away his secret
How’s the weather looking? Thunder today?
New thread for those who didn't see >>6414557
"You brothers – such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilised. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t."You were dead. No ifs and buts about it. Yet… Here you were. Alive.Your mind slowly stirred up, synapses sparking as your limbs slowly moved. Your skin registered the coarse linen and the only fabric on your skin, brifers. You rubbed your temples as you scanned your surrounding. The medicae gasped, one of them dropped their metal tray as they all watched you sat up on your bed. “Throne… I’ve never seen anything like it!” “It’s a miracle!”“Sorcery!” Whispers soon grew into praises and doubts. Everything went ignored as you tried to remember…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Announcement! I will be reporting to my unit and will be doing in-processing. I'll be out for a week.
>>6413836Good luck
So looks like things are going to get busier in my life since my mos's op tempo is really high. I apologize about the early end of the quest, thank you all for participating.
>quest ends because the QM is called by the fucking army
Stay safe shortshotconfig
"You look up at the sky, witnessing the cosmic vastness. Motes of light spread over the distant infinite." "You can hear wind, far away. A cliff halves your view above." "A coldness grips your legs, even with the heat from the burning car you had crawled out of." "Each breath becomes more difficult to take and the pooling blood beneath you creates an uncomfortable wetness." "You are going to die." Shaman "Flesh upon the altar, death a few breaths away." Insect "Another sorry fuck to befall us." Nymph "Cheer up, bozo. I think it could make a fine replacement." Insect "No, fear will sharpen it. Look at it, crawling towards choice." "A thing comes closer to view, the blurry mass defining into a horrid shape." "It's addressing you." Insect "Can you hear me? This is more than an insult wrapped in a handshake!" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You watched the ramen cup turn slowly inside the microwave. Its electric hum in symphony with that of the other machines in your trailer.You had learned to appreciate those sounds.The microwave dinged and you took the cup out, placing it on a counter.Steam rose up while you tore open the seasoning packet.Nymph "I think you are supposed to mix it before the microwave."Taking a fork, you stirred the powder into the broth before carrying it over to the booth table. The Nymph sat opposite to you, her feet on the seat and her back pressed against the trailers wall.She had stolen one of your leather jackets again. Ranger "I don't think so, the microwave would ruin the flavor."Nymph "Hey, I'm all about flavors, but you got to cook it."Ranger "There is no such thing as raw seasoning."Nymph “There absolutely is.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Nymph "Hey.”Ranger “What?”Nymph “Do you think we could request a transfer to Germany? I want to eat a Gnome."You looked over your shoulder and stared at her for a few seconds.Ranger "I'm not sure there are gnomes in Germany.”Nymph “That’s quitter talk. I want to eat a gnome.”Ranger “And even if there were, I doubt they would reassigned us for that reason.”Ranger “We are going east tomorrow, Abandoned coal mine. Make sure nothings moved in since last check."Nymph "Boooooring."Ranger “Last time someone checked was twelve years ago.”Nymph “Do you want to know what I hope to find?”Ranger “I can guess.”Nymph “A gnome.”She laughed at her own joke, you tried not to smile to avoid giving her the satisfaction.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6414591Cute Nymph is cute... but I'm still miffed about the mirror girl. :(
>>6414643That is fair.I do think its something that needed to happen, like when you put a bigger fish with a smaller one at an aquarium.But you are right, I should add a path to not forgive her.
>>6414792I'm not saying that your epilogue is and or that I think the ranger should be bitter forever. I just feel bad for mirror girl and for me OOC, it's still raw.
In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.== Archive==https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KingQM== Recap of our situation ==Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…
>>6432106>”Then let us honor Guru’s sacrifice and lead your people to safety. Let’s go.”>>6432117Thank God, we are gonna need Raditz too - everybody, really. Slug is scaring me...
>>6432106>”I refuse to let Guru sacrifice himself this way. Go with Bulma and help her break out of the siege and reunite with Goku and Piccolo, I will make sure Slug doesn’t do anything to Guru.”> Attempt to push your golden form even further. Draw out every inch of latent power within it.
>>6432106>”Then let us honor Guru’s sacrifice and lead your people to safety. Let’s go.”inb4 we beat Slug and Cooler shows up.
>>6432142We're gonna be SSJ2 by the time we reach Frieza.
>>6432106>>”Then let us honor Guru’s sacrifice and lead your people to safety. Let’s go.”
In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Right, so I am going to have to focus more on university work for the time being so I must put the quest aside for the time being, my apologies for the inconvenience and I hope to return soon.
>>6411335We will be waiting
>>6411335Take care, QM.
>>6411335Its all good, See you soon AdleQM.
>>6411335Get good grades QM! We will always be here waiting
"Don't wait for me, just get Kimble and start working on him as soon as you can." You say, mashing your hand into your horn as someone lurches to a stop ahead of you."You sure, rook? We cou-""It's more important than me, sir. We have a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time to do it." You pause for a moment and add on. "No man is an island, I trust you guys to handle it.""Not leaving me a lot of room to say no here.""Learnt from the best. If anyone can break him down, it's you.""I'm gonna have his Ivan-ass singing like a bird for us. I'll make sure he knows what's waiting for him in gen pop if he gets put away.""Good. I'll come find you once I wrap up the debriefing.""Sounds good, if I'm busy in the interrogation feel free to take up a seat."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6432131If Shivers leads us to the spot, won't it also lead Zsasz there?
>>6431957>"Probably for the best, I doubt I'll need the rest of the day to find a place for them but I have some other ways to spend the time."Bad time to go on patrol. We have a dead woman in the trunk.>"Not happy about it but the best place for these is with me. I'll keep em with me until it's time to meet Rogers."I want to vote for the commander’s office because it’s hilarious but we should play it safe.
>>6431957>"Probably for the best, I doubt I'll need the rest of the day to find a place for them but I have some other ways to spend the time.">I'll just put them in my fridge. Nice safe climate controlled metal box. There's room if I throw out that rotiserie chicken that was getting old anyways.
>>6432089>>6432091>>6432131>>6432196>>6432328"That's probably for the best. As much as some normal work would be a nice break, I don't think I can afford to take my eye off the ball quite yet... When did Dent reschedule that speech for?" "Day after next. Pompous dick.""Which means-""You gotta try and put this to bed. Tomorrow." Hawthorne speaks gravely. "That's why I worry about you bringing frick and frack along."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Miller Harbor." You say giving Hawthorne a light bump. "Guess Dent is settled on his speech location.""Prima Donna, this is gonna fuck traffic six ways to Sunday.""You REALLY don't like Dent do you?""I really don't. Always rubbed me the wrong way, becoming a politician just confirmed what I always thought of the guy even when he was DA.""Which is?""He's a two faced snake who'd push his own mother off a ledge if it meant getting a photo of him helping her back up."You slow a bit on your approach to the locker room and give a quick swivel to make sure nobody overheard that. Thankfully everyone else seems focused on work."Guy is still our boss technically, seems a bit harsh." You say.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. To them, your only value comes from how profitable your research is.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), but it's really not what you're good at. You were a random accountant before they dragged you into an underground facility that's hundreds of feet underground. Their standards must be low if they kidnapped someone like you.On the bright side, you've been making good progress with all of the anomalies you've been researching. Maybe that's why they hired you? You have a knack with anomalies and their ARTIFACTS. You were told anomalies were born from human ideas and concepts, so maybe this is just you trying to help anything resembling a human? Who knows.All you know is that it's what you're good at, and that alone is enough to keep you going. One day at a time. No matter what gets thrown your way, you'll find a way to handle it.As for what happened recently?NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition is starting to rapidly deteriorate. It seems to be the inevitable fate of anomalies once you get to truly understand them. You're trying your best to stabilize her condition.Your cat, EL FELINO, exploded. In its place, you were left with an anomaly named LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, who has set out to do everything in its power to make your life miserable. Against your better judgement, you've agreed to work with a woman who's been stalking you for the last few days. You still don't get Venti's deal or why she's obsessed with you of all people. At least she works hard.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6428187WWVDWhat Would Vincent Do?He'd probably destroy himself until the gang pulled his ass away from the long day factory
>>6428187QM you aren't Vincent, you don't need to work yourself to the bone. Take time to relax.
>>6428187Like everybody else already said: take your time. Sounds like another week or two to recharge won't do any harm. Low Rung anniversary in a month and a day btw, I hope they offer party hats in the next catalog.
>>6428662>>6428610>>6428197>>6428218>>6428228>>6428283>>6428289We shall consider this a VOTE, and it appears we got SEVEN ANONS voting for me to SLACK OFF. Pft, I really do appreciate all of the kind words. I just don't want you guys to think I fucked off and I'm not coming back. I will try to get the update out once the brain fog disappears.I'll keep you updated in the quest general, at least. I'll post a link to my next thread there once I actually upload it. I promise I won't take months off, if only because I think I'd actually feel bad if I left you guys in the dark for that long. >>6428228Twitter now requires your phone number to make an account, and I can't be assed to wrangle through that to make an account I'll use once every two months. I did have an old twitter for my previous quest but I have long since lost access to it.>>6428289Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6428670>Ashton will be the only one who gets a funny party hat and you'll fucking like it, anon.Would she share the party hat?
The Dark Lord has lost, defeated by the Heroes. Where once there was a mighty empire, now there is only cursed land, waiting to be reclaimed and subjugated by the powers of light, and scattered monsters prowling aimlessly and trying to survive.You are a demon. The mental shackles subjugating your mind to your superiors have been broken in the chaos following the dark forces' complete defeat, and now you're free to act out of your own will.And you sure as fuck don't know where to go from here.You are one of the weakest demons, but even in your current form, you can take on several humans, untrained or with low fighting experience, and win.You derive your power from the souls you collect by slaying humans, elves and other sapient beings. You can spend them to strengthen yourself. Besides regular souls, beings of great power and heroes possess greater souls, which you'll need once you grow sufficiently powerful.Besides souls, you have equipment, objects you will need to gather resources and a skilled craftsman to make for you. Currently, you do not know any, but you will meet some as you explore. Generally speaking, looted equipment is made for people of other races and skillsets, so you will need custom-made pieces the vast majority of the time. You can, however, salvage or modify existing equipment to fit yourself. It would still require some resources and a craftsman, however.Finally, there's your base. Currently, you don't have one, but in the future, creating a place from where to mount expeditions to far lands, house your partners, be they companions or craftsmen, and retreat to and rest in, will be important.OPPORTUNITY LISTComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
There's a tale of a demon that defeated a Lord of Hell.Amid another invasion of the mortal plane, rumours of a stranger passing through the cursed land appeared. A stranger that, when fighting with his companions, was undefeatable. The Lord of Hell thought himself superior, but had to subjugate the stranger himself after his commanders failed to do so.The Lord was slain. It is not known where the stranger demon's strength was coming from. Perhaps it is the runic blade, forged by a master smith after painstakingly learning the magic symbols from a dwarf captive turned friend? Or was it the wards, layers of mighty magic placed to guard a witch's allies from any harm that may befall them? Or was it the indomitable mind, nourished by thousands of souls slain, unyielding even to the Lord's command? Maybe the dozen other companions offering what they can, standing up to dangers that they wouldn't have been able to face alone?It is not known to others. But the truth is known to you. There is no need to share it, though.You travel with a party of friends, and that's all that's important.
=====Some notes:I generally didn't plan out much and was improvising most of the time.The notes I did make were for Bar'dagol and Rivia.Bar'dagol's plot was supposed to be about improving his craft and recognising the other races' strengths. He considered demons superior in all ways to other beings, as you may guess from his words, but as he learned elven, dwarven, and other smithing techniques and interacted with party members, he would change his beliefs to be more accepting (at least to those he may consider allies). He would also become a bit calmer and more patient (though I guess his bad temper didn't show up much in the quest).Rivia's backstory was that she was rejected by a magic academy in the past and turned to witchcraft, joining a coven of the Dark to find somewhere to belong. Her plotline would be her becoming more independent and learning to find purpose in her craft and setting her own goals rather than blindly helping and clinging to others. One trait I wanted to give her is a kind of melancholic worldview where she often would insert poetic comparisons or expressions in her speech, but this only really happened once so far, again we didn't get to these parts because the quest hasn't advanced much.The sudden rise of spirits of the dead was supposed to end next "turn". Other events I had planned were meeting a dark knight and rescuing him from toadmen traps. He would share some info about a beastmen migration. The knight was going north, like the Seer, to escape the forces of Light. There were also plans about an encounter with elven scouts that were scouting the land in preparation for reclaiming it, and an encounter with a party of lesser heroes that you could engage in diplomacy with.Another NPC you could recruit in the near future was a water nymph held captive by tower demons, and you also could talk to dryads if you chose to help Krokrok.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Ok, I think that's all. Last thing I will say is I'm surprised at the amount of comments attached to votes I was receiving. I was very glad to see this. I feel like with how patient and engaging you guys were, I didn't really deserve this kind of players considering my fucked update times and general skill in quest running.I'll get my shit together and run more quests in the future with more consistent updates, maybe I'll see you there. Thanks again for playing.
>>6426012Thanks for running! Hope to see you again someday.
>>6426012Thanks for running and thanks for summing it up. Until next time, then!
''He was many a thing to many a person. The wise mentor, who helped the hero on his way; the able wizard, always able to conjure up new tricks and spells; the trustworthy advisor, there to guide the king or queen on their way to greatness; the beloved courtier, whose suggestions always won favour at court; the loyal friend, who stood by through thick and thin; the compassionate healer, who tended to the sick and wounded with care and skill. All of these were masks in one way or the other, and though many spoke of him, none knew him.He was a king, a priest, a merchant and a sorcerer, and yet he was also the dirty man toiling in the fields and the cutthroat lurking in the alleyway. A thousand roles, and yet he always came back with another: the elven prince, the dwarven master craftsman, the orc warchief, the hooded stranger. He was the priest of the sun god in the sweltering jungles of the south and the incarnation of the winter king in the taiga of the frigid north.But what lay beneath? But a malevolence unrivalled, a desire to impose order upon all life, to make this world rigid and unyielding to his whims. And he played his parts well; sometimes he arose, deceived a people into worshipping him, and made their land, their people, and their culture but a part of his vision.Coalition-building might have been his true strength, both in his favour and against him. His efforts led him far, building an empire that stretched from the jungles over the deserts and steppes to the ice caps. From east to west, from north to south, nowhere was truly safe from his reach.And at the centre of it all lay a place most desolate, a blighted landscape, where nought stood but a dark tower. Here he planned, coordinated, plotted and sat upon his throne, in between leading his dark hosts or going out to conduct his eldritch plans and rituals elsewhere.'' https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewThe deed was done; a rebellion had been squashed once again, their cavern home rendered uninhabitable by your own toxic fumes. Part of you had wished to crawl through, rip the little leader from his hiding hole, and eat him wholesale.But you elected not to; no, instead you made certain that if there were those who had survived, they would never see the sky again, nor would they hew their way out, for you melted the stone shut. When you finally got out of the caverns, the mountain partially caved in, sealing off any chance of escape for the rebels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409927>A snake cult priestesshow about we abolish the harem?our sultan to be is more about his books than women anyway
>>6409927>Princess Malwida
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess
I'm going to be busy with university work, so I temporarily halt the updates, my excuses for the inconvenience.
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess>>6411327All good QM, see you soon!
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402610>Chaya screams as her father's dragged into the eldritch horror's maw,If Karn was using multiform technique in this moment, and one Karn would be pulled into the maw and potentially outside of reality, while second Karn would remain near Chaya, would this tore Karn’s soul apart? If multiform user’s copies were not in the same universe or even the same timeline, would it be lethal or would it create some paradox?>tentacles lash out towards Chaya, who copies Cumber's technique. Creating a pair of Ki ClawsDid she do it spontaneously on a spot without prior training? If yes, then she is really good.>But, unfortunately, that doesn't seem to AFFECT them, as they quickly bind her as well. Immobilizing her, rendering her unable to move after only two seconds.Hax. This creature is not playing by the rules of this universe. It ignores the ones he does not like. It is like Hirudegarn but without weakness of being targetable during attack. > I'll keep this thing here, or at least stay with it so we can get your father. Now, go.”How do you think Meloka and Towa will receive the news about what happened to Karn? I bet nobody is in a rush to tell them.>>6402611>It is simultaneously something with no energy you can sense, but also has the greatest energy reading of any being you've ever encountered. Higher than even Aeos, Chronoa, even Mechikabura himself pales in comparison to this being.The weakest of Hadar’s minions. Our chances don’t look optimistic.>But something's off, as if it CAN'T bring its full power to bear. Almost as if something's holding it back, keeping it from fully crossing over into this reality from the beyond it comes from. Intriguing.>>6402612Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402612>as you open your eyes, everything disappears. Your eyes filled with absolute nothingness, before suddenly that nothing becomes something, and you see it. See what Mechikabura had vaguely explained to you, and as you stare at the impossible beingWhen it comes to finding Karn in this insane place. I think Ace might be able to do it.
Soon>>6403377Best not to consider it and ensure it doesn't happen.Perhaps. Or perhaps she had a teacher?It is not of reality, and doesn't follow its rules.Absolutely not.Yeah, trying to step beyond the veil and its consequences is interesting. Almost as if something or someone's done their best to insulate reality from the things beyond.Good question. Better question is where ISN'T Karn? And the answer is inside reality.You'll still be Karn.That's a bit of a cut on Xenoverse lore. As you enter character creator, Trunks making the wish, Shenron says:"Someone summons you, from a land far away... Brave warrior! Now, come forth!"Shenron didn't CREATE Ace, he summoned him.Puddin is powerful, that's for sure.>>6403379Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
this session is going to be another mindfuck, I can feel it
It's time: >>6403401
You come into the world on a cold morning in a room that used to be a storehouse.Your mother bleeds on a straw mattress while the midwife works between her legs and your father prays in the hall. He prays standing. Kneeling is hard for him now. His left leg was shattered below the knee two years ago by a mace blow at the siege of Chauvency, and the bone never quite set the right way. He does not limp so much as lurch. He was captured in that same battle, dragged from under his dead horse, and held for a ransom that cost him everything. Everything. The silver plate. The grain stores. The warhorses, all three. The income from two villages, pledged to the abbey of St. Rémy for six years. And the castle -- your great-great-grandfather's castle, the seat of the family for five generations -- signed over to the man who captured him. Sire Gérard de Valenne, who lives there now with his wife and children and hounds, and who nods to your father at mass on Sundays with the faintly superior courtesy reserved for men one has ruined.There is only the manor house now. Stone foundations, timber above, a leaking roof your father lacks the constitution or the silver to mend. A mere forty souls in the village depend on upon him. Yet he serves them well. He hears their complaints, settles their quarrels, forgives their debts even when he shouldn't. The old servants, the ones who knew him from his boyhood and followed him from the relinquished castle, say he is a different man since the siege. They mean it as praise. Certainly, your mother found a new depth of love for him in his weakness, his humiliation. You were, perhaps, the product of it. The midwife holds you up, still bloody, and you scream.She carries you to the hall, where your father turns from his prayers. He takes you in his arms -- carefully, because his grip is not what it once was -- and studies your face with grave attention, as though your destiny were writ in the lines above your eyes and he alone the augur who could decipher them. The midwife watches too. So does old Agnès, your mother's woman, who has opinions about everything and a liberty to air them that could only come from long, trusted service.Naturally, it is Agnès who breaks the peace.>She says you have your father's jaw, set firm, even now, as though daring the world to move you. A proud nature.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.If we had wanted to crush him we would have done so. This seems like the natural choice.
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.
Rest in peace
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.Still hoping for a revival, really liked the writing of this one
Yeah, same. Was pretty promising back then.
This is a world of bloodthirsty monsters, ever hungry cannibals, bandits, brutal slavers. Wild beasts rule the deserts and plains, survival alone is a grueling struggle. Not even the strong can make it here in this desolate place.There's no history or record of what it was or how it came to be, there's only survival.Your beginnings will be no different. You will not be the chosen one. You’re not great and powerful. You are not the center of the universe, and you are not special. Unless you work for it.Each choice will take you to a part of the world, it will not be safe nor you will find allies nearby. Choose. >The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert. )>The Slave (Just another slave working in the pits digging rocks and metal to build a pointless statue.)
>>6409174Oh good a tiebreaker vote showed up I wasn't looking to changing mine to break the tie as I didn't want to risk bleeding out from being solo.
"If you're hurting for muscle bad enough to be offering me a job, I'd say you three are probably fucked." You start. Your gaze falls on the bonedog that's now sniffing around your left ankle. You lift the foot to nudge him away. "You four." "That's Beef Supreme." Says Dog-Spit, as if it were a perfectly obvious name for the drooling hound. At the words, it trots back over to its master and circles him a few times happily. By the size and scars of the thing, you'd say it must be a full grown adult, but you've seen them grow to be much bigger. You scrunch your nose and lower your blade slightly... then slide it back into its sheath. "Well... Fucked or not, I could use the cats. I'll join up now. But I ain't taking orders from a buncha bandits pups fresh off of an ass-beating. You can organize yourselves how you like, but I'm here on even terms. I want a quarter of the income. I'm keeping my sword." You say these things as fact, but cock an eyebrow at the end as if to question the trio. There's a pause. The wind whirls dust around your feet and breezes between you and the others. Dog-Spit nods. "Alright. You're in." You cross your arms. "Great." Another pause. "What now?" You ask. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409266>>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out.
>>6409266>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out. Bloodspider vengeance arc
The Dragonair lunges and the crowd roars. "Thunder Wave!" you shout, and your partner executes the move with singular grace, electricity crackling across the arena floor. The opposing Machamp staggers, muscles seizing, and for one bright moment the match is yours.A kid next to you turns up the volume on his PokéGear, snapping you out of the memory.You're on a bench in Goldenrod Station with your bag between your feet and a promotional "Moocha" going cold in your hand -- MooMoo Milk and a single shot of espresso, Whitney's smiling face on the cup. The kid next to you, ten or eleven with a Sentret perched on his backpack, is watching Pokémon League reruns on a PokéGear screen no bigger than a playing card. It's not one of your matches, nor your Dragonair, from two years ago. You look away, slightly relieved.Goldenrod at rush hour is an intolerable racket of voices, horns, and traffic. Commuters crowd into the Magnet Train platform while a group of young trainers clusters around a map kiosk, backpacks stuffed with Potions and dried Oran Berry trail mix. A recruitment poster for the Goldenrod Gym hangs on the nearest pillar -- Whitney's Miltank grinning beside bold text: THINK YOU'RE TOUGH ENOUGH? You've walked past it three times in three separate locations today.Your PokéGear buzzes in your pocket. The caller ID reads BLACKTHORN GYM and a name that makes you immediately swipe left to dismiss. You slide the PokéGear back into your pocket. Dragonair's Pokéball brushes your wrist as you do so, faintly warm the way it always is. You couldn't bring yourself to box her or trade her away like you did the others. You've been through too much together.The departures board above the main concourse clicks through its rotations, white letters on black tiles shuffling into place. You hitch your bag onto your shoulder and walk toward the board.>You're here for the Magnet Train to Saffron City, then to Lavender Town, to take over the local PokéMart for your sick uncle.>You're here for the ferry to Olivine City. An old friend is in over their head with the PokéMart they bought recently and has asked (begged) for your help.>You're here for the bus to Azalea Town, where the grandma who raised you has kept the local PokéMart running since before you were born.
bump because waiting for update.
I believe.Actually old, old summoning ritual, but...OP is kill.
>>6405308I don't think it worked.
>>6406523Worth a try.
That must be some business that caught OP.
