A quiet dripping sound slowly wakes you. The room you wake up in is dim, dusty and cramped. As you stumble to your feet, some of the junk that is lying around seems familiar, but nothing you can fully recognise. A broken crystal is illuminating the torn up books, broken machinery and furniture and shattered walls inscribed with gylphs. You were lying in a pool of strange, viscous liquid that spilled out of a barrel. You wipe the residue off, but your skin seems to be absorbing it. With each second you feel more alive. You drop down, frantically trying to smear some more on your skin, but the spilled liquid does not seem to have any effect anymore. You pick yourself up, dragging your left leg behind you, and look around. The room has two exits, one leading left into darkness, one leading forward and is dimly lit. You find a mirror shard and peer into it. You see a smooth clay-brown face with red, intricately carved stones for eyes. In the middle of the face there is a button nose and an axe wound that passes for a mouth. It is a stranger's face. You try to recall any memory of your reflection, but you are drawing a blank. You cannot remember anything about yourself. Terror races through you and you toss the shard into the nearest wall, causing it to shatter. You kick the the only table that survived the assault on the room with inhuman strenght, breaking it in three pieces and smashing what remained of the bookcase. Stunned by the power of your strikes, your anger subsides and you think on your next move.>Search the room for clues or useful items>Take a crystal shard and explore the left tunnel that is shrouded in darkness>Explore the forward, dimly lit tunnel>Write-in
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Shoot him with your crossbow (+1 archery)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Attempt to heal him (+1 restoration magic)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)> Toss the stew on him and run (+1 streetwise)> Jump up to a chandelier and swing to the top floor to freedom (+1 acrobatics)
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6434767>>6434796>>6434914Locked-in for Belle and Lily. Lori has a three-way tie. Rolling to break it. First post is 1 and last post is 3.
>>6435081Tossing the stew it is. Writing.
It’s a beautiful Thursday morning. Nobody says that about Thursday, but yesterday was such a great day that it spilled over. You want to keep that momentum! Taking down Youhao will be hard to topple, but you’ll forgive yourself if you have a good relaxing day. Nothing fancy. The day before, you partied yourself out. Today, you’ll recover. Does this count as keeping momentum? You know your team will appreciate this pace. Memories rush back from yesterday night: The railing talks, the food, the karaoke, and the unforgettable moment with Pumpkin. It’s starting to feel like your relationship isn’t cursed. Speaking of, you wonder if she’s around. She couldn’t have left this early in the morning, right? This is earlier than your usual waking time. She can’t elude your breakfast! But you can’t expect anything from this girl…You get up from the couch… to drop back onto its comforts. No reason to stand up, these pillows were meant to be sit over. On the table, a glimpse of a note catches your attention. It’s addressed to you. You turn your head back to notice your room’s door wide open — and no one inside. Pumpkin is either gone, or is in the kitchen. You can hear someone whistling inside the latter…Wait, that’s not whistling, that’s chirping! It must be Crossbill. In that case, you assume this letter belongs to Pumpkin. How old fashioned. You wonder why not leave a message on the phone. You assume because it’s more personal. That’s what Bradford Jr. says. He spent the night with her, so he knows better. It feels like you should read it at a later moment, but curiosity can get the better of you...You have a long but relaxing day waiting; well, it’d be more relaxing if you didn’t have to go to school… You’d think that a curfew would stop that crap, but you have the feeling that’s long lifted if Pumpkin is nowhere to be seen.You have too many things to do…What do you do?>Check on the bird in the kitchen. What’s Crossbill up to?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425884>Maybe the Nurse should check on this patient before deciding if you’re willing to let her go… (Maybe even more love?!)Double trouble?At least I hope so! :D
>>6425884>Look for the blue ghost with a perverted presence who you took note of. That blueberry must be hunted and teased for what she did! (Stop here.)As punishment our blueberry has to be that surprised idol we promised
You can’t get ahead of yourself! Your lovely nurse has to check on the patient before deciding if to move on or not. Yes, you’re the doctor, but you trust your staff’s judgment more than your own. Does that make you a hack…?“Want Rora to check on you before we move on? If you catch my drift?” You wonder. “A nurse’s word is as good as mine.”“You’re back to role-playing?” Matilda is half-amused.“I’m a professional.” You adjust your glasses.“Doctors don’t sleep with their patients.” Matilda retorts.“Well, not most of them…” You know one pretending to be a nurse who does… With you. It’s Kata. “Fine, bring her over. Let’s end this charade properly.” Matilda sees it as a good way to regroup.Shortly after, Aurora sneaks inside the infirmary! You didn’t call her over, she showed up on her own. A routine check up, it seems. You tell Nurse Rora to check on the patient. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426946He fucking delivered
>>6426946>Matilda's absAlways glorious. Thank you for running!
The Emperor's very own Angels. There's the 9 best known ones, the 20 or so somewhat heard about ones and then there's the rest. And you soon will become one yourself. Still a 12 year old boy you were selected to become a neophyte. The first choice you make is not really your own, but that of fate.Pick one of 4 Space Marine Chapters to be part of. This choice stays unchanged for the whole Quest. Pick 1:> Nanoq Claws> The Pride> The Eyes in the Trees> LancebearersThe rules are standard. Write in the choice you want and the majority voted choice wins. I will try to update the Quest 1-2 times per day, if there's enough response for a clear winning opinion.(all chapters have been randomly generated using a rolling table)
>>6416280>train to become a real bannerman> psyonic excellence - try to expand your psychic powers maybe you can become a real psycher (requires D100 roll)> warriors - fight against a foe in the crusade (chaos, nids, t'au)Man, I do want the 3rd heart, but getting locked into the mechanical spirits it's like a no-no to me. Mostly because we naturally have to aid the heads but we also have a connection with the nids, and if we get now the machine spirits it's a lot going on.
Qm?
I believe in him
qm everything good ?
>>6418562...Do you still believe in the QM?
“This is suicide. You'll never make it across. We already lost a squad of our best men and upper brass won't even allow us to retrieve the bodies. What makes you so different? Why would the Inquisition choose you?” The grizzled guard stands firm before you ready to intercept you should you try to push past him. It was a shame, however, that you had already positioned yourself between him and the bridge as the three of you talked. “He’s right. Anyone who’s tried to touch the bodies has been shot on sight.” The promoted E.V.O rookies adds, “You sure they didn’t want us all to rush the bridge?”“No. I’m afraid it was just me she wanted to cross. Any more people and we’re liable to push the enemy into doing something drastic. You guys are to stay here and keep anyone from fleeing.” You explain before turning to face the captain. “As for why me? I’m afraid that’s something only the Inquisitor knows. I will say that the previous squad did allow me to find most of our enemy’s traps. I must admit that even one is enough to take me out. But you don’t need to believe that I’ll make it just that I have not plans on dying right now. Whether I survive or not, part of being an adventurer is having to find out. Now if you don’t mind I have a bridge to cross.” You adjust your cuffs and draw your cloak around your body before flashing a smile and drawing the hood over your head. “Allons y…” You mutter as you turn and start to push through the crowd. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you as they part to let you pass. You can feel your heart rate pick up slightly and you wonder if you would have felt this way had your career truly taken off. Pro teams always stood before the crowd right before the match. You had never played before a crowd before and the several hundred stream viewers always felt so distant compared to everyone around you now. Then again, you never hyped yourself up this much when you did play professionally. Putting on a persona always seemed like too much effort and wasted energy when you could be focusing with your team and practicing. Yet here you were, acting like you were some kind of super player. Did everyone expect you to fail? Did they want you to? You weren’t sure but part of you couldn’t help but feel eager to see how they would react if you did succeed and that seemed to help balance your nerves.
>>6439958>Leave Luca alone and take some supplies. You have work to do.We can offer for him to lead workers out, but I don't want to force it.
>>6439958>Tell Luca to get to the exit and open it for you. He might need to lead the workers out to safety through there.Imagine their lucrative gratitude!
>>6439958>Leave Luca alone and take some supplies. You have work to do.
>>6439958>Leave Luca alone and take some supplies. You have work to do.Luca might actually want to consider moving out of here permanently. The Inquisition is probably going to be keeping a much closer eye on things down here thanks to the attack.
>>6439958>Leave luca and take the supplies.Thank you kindly, Reputable buissness man.Mildly exploitative but it's not the worst thing in the world.
You got hit by a truck and were about to be reincarnated into a different world, but the goddess you met in the afterlife was actually a huge pervert!?She was so depraved that she wanted to have a loving family with you!Also you had a harem of slaves. But they're all consenting and into it so it wasn't bad. It was clear that Herta, your first wife and the Goddess of Creation, was projecting her fetishes when she made the world. So you had to deal with the planet being mostly comprised of women that were desperate to have babies in a loving family.Masochism wasn't unheard of when it came to women, with a large (and vocal) minority making it obvious that pain was their pleasure. Again, you had Herta to blame for that.Not the worst place to get isekai'd into, all things considered.Your name is John Doe. You have tons of beautiful wives that would happily follow your whims. You could make cool crap thanks your Lunacy Savantae; a type of madness/hyper-focus that let you build things that defied the laws of physics. From mechs to robots to more mundane things like typewriters and radios (even though the latter two already existed, the fact that a Savant created them apparently made them pretty desireable), all of it was possible so long as Herta gave you divine inspiration.Life was good.===
>>6409663Oh we are in fantasy Switzerland
>>6409650Welcome back QM>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come here>>6409660>Talk with Aldaron in private.Clearly he wants to so we probably should>>6409662Damn we have a lot of real estate, we gotta get city state maxxing soon.
>>6409924>We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come hereAbsolute poor behavior, both in spirit and action.
>>6409660>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.>Talk with Aldaron in private.
>>6409663Thanks for running.
ORThat Time I Got Isekai'd Into Game Of Thrones As Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the RealmWarm... Moist, and warm...I thought death was supposed to feel cold. It's warm, though- warm, and moist, and soft.My back hurts.I must have died though, else why would I have gone from feeling cool and content to warm so suddenly? It was not like exiting an air-conditioned building into a summer day, no, the change was much more stark. There was no transitory sensation of cool to warm, even a quick one. It just changed: I was in my car, and now I'm somewhere else.Gods, but death smells foul.Gods? I don't believe in any God, much less a pantheon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> “I- There’s no excuse, your grace! I should have had Rowan or Phoebe or- I’m sorry, but it was the COMET, grace. Forgive your simple maids for taking notice!”“You are all forgiven, Priscilla. Please just- take me to my bed, and reheat the kettle.”My words seem to relieve Priscilla somewhat, and she hurriedly gets her broad shoulder under my own arm, nearly lifting me up off the ground as she carries me back to my bed. When we enter my bedchamber, we encounter Phoebe and Rowan, who seemed to have been hurrying into the privy. > “What happened? Is his grace alright?”Phoebe asks urgently, seeing Priscilla carrying me no doubt deepening her concern.> “T’was nothing, child- his grace just gave me a small fright. She must have screamed when she found me, it’s the only explanation for why the sum total of my apartment maids are congregating in my chamber. Strong as Priscilla is, she’s also gentle, and deftly lays me back on my mattress with all the Mother’s tender grace, not causing any new pains or aches in the effort. She leaves my bedside to start another kettle.> “Even still, perhaps we ought to summon Maester Pycelle. Phoebe, would you fetch him?”Priscilla muses as she starts the draught.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rowan pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes and stroking my head. Of all my maidservants, Rowan is second only to Phoebe in comely features(and truly only because of the larger endowments the Maid and Mother saw fit to bestow the latter). Rowan’s smooth, olive skin and auburn hair suggest a heritage from across the Narrow Sea, or perhaps even Dorne. Truth be told, all of my maidservants torment me, having become much less restrained with their particular charms and flirtations ever since their boy king fell off of the wall and stopped treating them with such disaffected cruelty. I recall several instances of having cornered some of them, fondling them over their clothes, ogling them and making crude remarks from back when this body did not belong to me, and though they played the part of the eager maiden well enough, Joffrey seemed to be aware that they knew acting otherwise would spell a speedy dismissal- or worse.For my part, I have made every effort to restrain myself from anything beyond gallant courtesies, remarking on their beauty in a distant, gentle manner before moving the subject along, never giving into temptation. I swear it on my mother’s life.They have not been making it easy, though- it may be that their king’s sudden disinterest in molesting them has given them anxieties as to the security of their station, and some of them have taken to ramping up their wiles. Would that my back was not injured, I still have trepidations about engaging in any sort of illicit indulgences, although I am at a loss to explain why. Is it the imbalance of power in the arrangement? The fact that this body does not belong to me and is hardly thirteen to boot? Perhaps it is only that Martin Carter’s timidness around the fairer sex is one aspect of the old life that has kept with me.In any case, I am in no state to tumble my maids, even if I desired to. My back aches worse than it ever had before, there is a seeping chill in my bones that refuses to be coaxed out by even this heavy quilt, and the vision in the privy still occupies my mind. These past few weeks, my nights have not only been free of maidservant sexual abuse, they have also been free of those vivid and disturbing dreams that plagued my first two nights in Westeros. At first, I had considered the tinctures I imbibed in to help my sleep might have contributed to my nightmares, but on the third night I had slept as peacefully as a babe, and on the fourth night I rested even better. By the end of my first week, I could hardly remember the dreams at all, though I still keep well away from the Godswood.
This dream, though… it was different, and not just because it was a waking dream. The sheer black against the potent red, like I was standing simultaneously within a blaze and its stark shadow makes me shudder just to recall it. Even with the shadow advancing toward me, threatening to swallow me up, the worst part was still the comet revealed, hatefully iridescent atop a column of black cloud. Tomorrow, those around me will point up and call it “Joffrey’s Comet” and say that it is a good omen for my long reign to ingratiate themselves to me. My uncle Stannis will be told by his red woman that it is a herald for the return of the legendary Azor Ahai, living in his own flesh. The Northmen will look to it as a promise from their Old Gods of vengeance for Ned Stark, and their rivals the Iron Islanders shall say that it is their Drowned God calling them to war. Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen shall burn everything that is precious to her and emerge from the embers with three living dragons, perhaps this very evening. The milk of the poppy does little to ease my back, but perhaps I am only impatient. I sip it down, savoring the hot liquid, which does at least begin to thaw my chilled body from within. Priscilla, Phoebe, and Rowan offer a final temptation- merely to sit at my bedside and keep me company while I drift to sleep, but I give them their leave, not unkindly. My head swimming pleasantly, I stare up at my ceiling, my feather mattress and downy pillow threatening to swallow me up in the most comforting manner possible. Tomorrow is my name day, I remember. I’ll have to pardon Ser Dontos, or better yet, keep him from participating altogether. No need to put Lady Sansa on that nonce’s radar. The parade is of my own design, and so I have no clue what shall transpire there, but so long as I keep my dog close at hand, and my stags, I don’t anticipate any trouble. My uncle Tyrion shall be making his return as the acting Hand of the King. I do not know what I shall do about Tyrion. He would be a powerful ally, and I quite like the man, but he is dangerously clever. I’ve been anxious about his arrival for many days now and have ruminated on how I shall handle him in this very bed shortly before sleep has taken me.
I tire of plotting, though, and for the first time since I have assumed the role of King Joffrey Baratheon, I take a moment to recall my former life- to really remember. I am Martin Carver(or was it Carter?), a 32 year old accountant, now deceased. My father passed away when I was in high school, and my mother, now old in her years, never remarried. How cruel, that old life, to force such a warm and caring woman to outlive both her husband and son. My only comfort- and sadness- is knowing how few shall miss me as dearly as she will. I have had involvements with a handful women in my time, but none broached the sort of passion that overcomes the tedium and inconvenience that so many modern relationships seem to fall victim to. They will be sad, I’m sure, to hear of my passing, but only just sad. No children, no true friends, no lovers- only an old woman to mourn me, who died in the sunset of his youth. An unimpressive youth to be sure, but if I had the choice, I would surely return to my original life than linger in this new one.Why am I here? Why Joffrey? Of all the men to be spirited away from reality and placed into this low fantasy epic, the cosmic powers could have done a far sight better than Heinz Canning Plant Accountant Martin Carver. I have never, in my old life, had any authority beyond a clerical management position, I’ve never swung a real sword with the intent to kill, and I’ve certainly never had other people truly want me killed. Admittedly, I am not unhappy, either. How exciting, to be at the head of such a complex apparatus, to live and breathe this world that has fascinated me for so long, and to have an opportunity to change its course. Until the Father, or the Red God, or Old Gods, or the Stranger-blessed Many-Faced God appear before me to tell me my purpose, I shall continue to strive to change the fate of this world and those within it. Let them tell of Joffrey the Unmad, who forgave the girl that pushed him off the wall of the Red Keep, who put his cruelest advocates to the sword and who made concord with the King in the North and his pretender uncles both and marched an army of Southerlin warriors to the wall to stay the onslaught of the true enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, the hated Others. Let the wildlings beyond the wall that forswear their raiding to occupy the gift, let the Dornishmen have their revenge against Ser Clegane, and even Lord Tywin if it please them, and have my Stags scour the Seven Kingdoms for Tysha, that she be reunited with uncle Tyrion, and let all of the children of Eddard be found and returned to their lady mother Catelyn Stark. Let Roose Bolton and his bastard hang, let the Iron Islands be subjugated once more, let the Nights Watch flourish with an invigorated manpower not seen for thousands of years. When Daenarys Targaryn should finally find her way to Westeros, let her come upon a realm of peace and prosperity that she dare not threaten with her war to reclaim her dynasty.
Silly, sweet dreams, I tell myself, my eyes closing.When sleep finally takes me, I find my dreams become even sweeter.>>>6424526
Past Thread: >>6358928Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=MissvalGeneral Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/76f3BmBxTwitter/X account for important announcements, contact and stuff: https://x.com/MissvalQM (I’m also in the /qst/ discord)—---------Your name is Shelly Suzume. You are, were, a Huntress from Haven Academy. A lot of things have happened to you. Apparently, you were the recent victim of what could be considered an 'accident,' where you fell into a contaminated Grimm pool. You died, of course. Quite a few times, actually. Fortunately for you, an enigmatic girl with powers related to life and death was there, helping you out along the way.After the fifth or sixth death you were finally stable enough to stay alive. However, your body is changed now as a result. You have a pair of malformed, small wings on your back, a tough, slimy Grimm left arm, and some quite unsightly veins that extend towards your left eye. Other than that? You look quite good! Mostly. (Being positive here is quite helpful.)Saying you're now half-Grimm would be… difficult to justify. You can feel what they feel, in the sense that you can sense negative emotions just like they do, and, in a sense, you're drawn towards them. You feel what they feel. Fortunately, you still have a conscious mind protecting you from going fully feral.Your Semblance works, somewhat. However, it appears that you can't use it without overloading your targets with a certain… energy that is quite painful and violent. You can't control it yet, but, well, at least you're alive, right?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Then why the fuck did you come here at all, Shelly? Why didn't you go to your family? You came here because you wanted to be useful, right? Then do what I say if you actually want to help your friend. Otherwise she's going to-"A pair of glasses came down hard on the table. Taylor was back, standing over them, and the sound cut Vespera off cleanly. "Thank you for everything you've been doing, Vesp, I mean that. But Shelly is someone we trust. She was one of the people who kept this organization running. She's not a recruit or a field agent, and neither am I. So a little respect goes a long way."It was good to have someone backing you up."I am being respectful." Vespera shot back, bothered. "But if you want any of this to actually work, you have to listen to me. Otherwise we'll all just rot here. Atlas is getting bolder, the Spiders are hiding something, there are people out there with targets on our backs, there are-""Vespera." You kept your voice even. With Taylor standing beside you again, you felt steadier. "Thank you, genuinely, for everything you've done for Sora. For all of us. We do know what we're doing though. I'd rather we work as partners than have anyone playing boss. That works better for everyone, don't you think?"She went quiet for a moment. You felt embarrassment and frustration coming off her in equal measure. "I never said you were going to be my underling." She said it like a scolded child, pulling her shoulders in slightly and avoiding your gaze just as she crossed her arms."Good. Thank you for understanding.” You let that settle before moving on. "Give me a list of what you need for Sora. I didn't know you had any background in medicine, to be honest.""I don't." She said it plainly, without apology.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"She does." Taylor took a long sip, draining his glass, then reached for the bottle again. "Not as much as Sora, but… yeah, they are similar. And she's been genuinely useful. Smart girl. Frighteningly so, if I'm being honest. And I don't have any doubts about where her loyalty sits, so don't worry about that." He refilled the glass and set the bottle down. "These have been getting harder to find. City's in a sorry state, but you probably noticed that already."> Talk more about what happened with Sora specifically. She had a fight with Bayfor, but the details mattered. What was Vespera’s treatment and how… effective it was? This was somewhere Cerise could maybe help in.> Ask about the White Fang. Taylor had mentioned this branch was no longer operating. What happened to the other members? What happened to the city while you were gone? To the other factions?> Ask about him. He wasn't in a good place the last time you saw him, always drinking, isolating himself while you picked up the slack. The bottle was still in his hand. Was he okay?> Other (Write in)
>>6438948>Ask about him. He wasn't in a good place the last time you saw him, always drinking, isolating himself while you picked up the slack. The bottle was still in his hand. Was he okay?
>>6438948> Ask about him.
>It is February 7nth of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Previous Thread>>6382068>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
>>6437803The Archangel Bridge held agasth in silence at the Fleet, annihilated, even after it was comandeered by Vice-Minister Allster to destroy them...Kira in his cockpit, lost the focus within his own heart as he acknowledged the vessel and the shooter, disengaging away as a red blur... Right as he heard Allan calling out to them to pull back.You pull out as soon as the Strike's retreat is evident, your heart pounding to your chest from the close encounter with the superior machine, yet nevertheless bothered by the fact that Rusty's machine, however brief you had thought, for that spur of a moment that it was him in it... It is gone now, the only personal affect that was carefully maintained for his funerary send-off... And for what?Le Creuset smirked, the mission parameter ready, and the fleet already mobilized to begin chasing after the Archangel after a brief resupply of the mobile weapons, ordering the Blitz and Aegis to return to the Vesalius rather than the Nemo to do so...And in the center of this incident, one single girl collapses to her knees and stares with abject horror at the explosion that claimed their father's life... Tears welling up in her face as she struggled to contain the banshee scream held out by their throat."DAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"
>>6437804>Far away in the distance with no relation to this conflict... The battlefield extends further, beginning to collide in the path of this legend>Mercenary coin, given a contract by a lead most unexpected>The legged-ship, deeply assailed and bothered, given a destination to reach but shrouded in the uncertainty of having been attacked by their own flag>A plan beginning to unravel out of its seams, twin assurances beginning to match solutions to unexpected problems
>>6437805>>6437805>A plan beginning to unravel out of its seams, twin assurances beginning to match solutions to unexpected problemsDamn all of that and we didnt stop them from taking the G Data. Hopefully there's permanent damage on the strike.Lacks terrified of the dmg? Miss I'll destroy in the name of peace? I guess destiny can't happen in this universe.
>>6437805>A plan beginning to unravel out of its seams, twin assurances beginning to match solutions to unexpected problemsI'm curious about the archangel too, but we'll be chasing after them soon enough, this is more immediately interesting
Maxwelll-sama?
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6365137>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure.Questionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6435160Why DO we make a new one so soon, anyway? This one is barely on page seven, it'll probably be good for weeks.
>>6440494after about 900 posts it's hard on mobile to load threads
>>6440495I have a 12 year old iPhone and it loads just fine. I don't see how this wouldn't load unless you're browsing on a 20 year old Nokia. Which would be one anon out of thousands who are reading.
>>6440535My phone does take a second longer to load these threads once they're long enough, to be fair. But they still load fine, just after a brief delay instead of instantly. I can tell when it's just a long thread vs bad networking because the initial board CSS loads, then it hangs and then all the posts appear.
>>6440535>>6440604My phone takes like 6 seconds to load threads with 1000+ posts. It's a fairly cheap 4 year old model.As for why make a new thread - besides the post number there's an image limit. Thanks to Souvarine we reach it rather quickly.
You are a valiant KNIGHT who has been tasked by your cool and nice KING to find and deliver to him several pieces of DELICIOUS CANDY from the RIDGE KINGDOM.Your honorable quest for confections has been thwarted, however, by this large and rather inconvenient wall. Whatever shall you do?
Fuck it. If things get awry we could just make the jar that had her or our empty bottle bigger and trap her again in it
go past the bridge
>>6408451Ask where next candy is to fairy companion, if shaking the fairy makes her vexed, convince her to shake herself.
>>6409099Kek, nice work anon
>>6409099lmaoThanks for running.
Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses."Whoo! Take it off!" Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top."When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head."You going to help me or-?"The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.As for you.>What class are you?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418311Level 4 fighter, Battlemaster, level 1 barbarian.
>>6420040Go on.....
>>6420042Thanks for running.
>>6420042Is that supposed to be the continuation, or are we still waiting for it?
>>6440566His last post was 43 days ago. He flaked, you moron
Nar Shadda, The Smugglers Moon. The Gateway to the underbelly of the Galaxy, where millions come every day to engage in the perverse pleasures that Hutt space offers. 50 million statutes are broken each half hour, that is, they would be, if there were any real laws. Everything is a gang on Nar Shadda, from the biggest Casinos to the most run down Spice houses. Everything and everyone can be shipped, purchased, or stolen here. It's Sometimes Called the "One Honest Ecumenopolis" as it does not lie. Coruscant, Hosnian Prime, Denon, they lie. They pretend all the luxury just spouts up from the ground, ignorant or oblivious to the untold suffering to get a single bolt of cloth or drop of water to their planet. They turn a blind eye or sightspot or feeler from the poverty that exists to make living easy. Nar Shadda has terrible air, a desperate clinging ecosystem, and the most shot to pieces water cycle for several Lightyears. Everything edible to all but the most diseased mutant junkie or bottom layer dwelling savage comes in through the space ports, where it is distributed from each according to their wealth, according to their greed. Other planets ignore the savagery of sentient and sapient life, nevermind the killing and slaughter, but Nar Shadda Doesn't. Why Pretend that Kaleesh and Wookies And Savrips aren't being killed for hides, despite obvious sentience? While Coruscant would deny these Cruelties, Nar Shadda would sell them a gun to blow the brains out of the Huk, Trandoshan, and Human oppressor, for a reasonable price.Nar Shadda is Hutt Space. Hutt Space is Nar Shadda. Hutt Space is just a reflection of the universe, it has always been here and it will never die. It will never be conquered, and it will never change.And, Just your luck, you were born here. And by the way the next 15 minutes are looking, you'll probably die here.
>>6408352>>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a bodyTake a weapon and go
>>6408352>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a body
Stopping thread.I have too much on my plate right now, sorry. over estimated my abilities
>>6409121Thanks for running.
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name… don’t wear it out! Feels like it’s been ages since a botched summoning ritual brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness… but you’ve really only been here for a few days–and BOY have you been busy!Your memories? Foggy! A way home? Uncertain! People trying to kill you? Very Yes! To say this new world is treacherous would be an understatement, to say the least, and to make matters worse, an archdevil who calls himself ’RED’ is your best chance at remembering who you were! His price? Slaying THE FOUR LORDS: a kooky quartet of tyrants and beasts who jealously rule their slice of Zoral with an iron fist… or claw… or whatever they have! Having just put an end to the overdue reign of ARCHMAGE TRIER in the never-sleeping city of UMBERAL, your aggressive altruism freed none other than KNODD, Earthmother and god of the land!Juiced up on divine powers and named the first ’CHAMPION OF THE GODS’, your new status attracted the notice of several high-rung folks, chief among them THE STAR-CLOAKS: a clandestine cadre of mages devoted to maintaining order in Zoral, no matter the cost! Weirder still was when you met their Guildmaster: VOLKIR! Volka’s adoptive father and curmudgeon par excellence, the old coot didn’t waste much time in tossing a new crisis your way: per what you heard from Trier, there’s a SIEGE headed to CROSSROADS! Who’s planning it and why? The details are foggy, but who better than you is there to help save the day?Having just acquired several Emergency Supply caches for the city from a pair of Spice Cartel Holdouts, you turn your heroic attention towards your next task: investigating a group of HEDGE MAGES holed up in one of Crossroads’ many parks… and maybe even recruiting them to your side! With the trade hub bursting at the seams from civil unrest and outside influence, you can use all the help you can get your mitts on… something tells you this ain’t gonna be easy!Making your way across a rapidly-deteriorating city, THIS is where your story continues…NEW DIVINITY-POWERED THREAD THEME!https://youtu.be/p4Z96WwZrL0
You can’t really see the tail coming, of course, but you can certainly hear it approaching, and that’s just as bad! Desperate times call for desperate measures, and while lifting several redwood trees’-worth of stone would bamboozle most folks, ANTON PEAS isn’t most folks! You took an online quiz once that said so!Barking a curt ‘HANG ONTA’ SOMETHING’ to your still-dazed Spinner, you yank fistfuls of threads skyward just as the Gloombaron’s massive tail rakes across the ground like a farmer’s hoe that could dwarf SEVERAL redwood trees! You were never that good at jump rope as a kid–you think… your memory’s about as holey as an extra-porous sponge–but you WERE good at mimicking the wrestling moves you used to watch on TV!It’s no surprise then–to you at least–that by the time you sail over the Fuuxi’s terrifying tail–TAILifying, as you prefer to call it–you’re already bending your stony suit’s arms into a tried-and-true classic:Banned in seven countries… Captured on countless VHS tapes, DVRs, and finally bootleg MeTube vids the World Wrestling Organization can’t seem to take down… the go-to for face-turned-heel VIPER LEWIS that set the wrestling world on FIRE in that BRUTAL Summer Exhibition dubbed ‘INDEPENDENCE DAY’ by the die-hards! The move that turns weaker-willed refs to stone… the move that no other wrestler DARES copy… simple, yet elegant! Elegant, yet MIGHTY! MIGHTY, yet SIMPLE!!!THE ATOMIC ELBOMB!You can almost hear the crowd roar as your flight reaches its apex–probably just screeching Fuuxi or TT whining from the G-Force, but still–and though the Gloombaron’s mane of whipping tendrils rush to halt your descent, they can’t hold a candle to THE ATOMIC ELBOMB! It’s just scientifically impossible!Your earthen elbow connects like a missile–slamming against a wall of chitin with the force of at LEAST TWO-THOUSAND REDWOOD TREES! From ORBIT! The baleful groan from your target tells you he–or she, you’re not really sure–feels it… and the burning ground beneath you does too! So much so, in fact, that as you titans tangle together in the aftermath, the cavern floor shudders, crackles, and finally COLLAPSES sending you both falling into what sounds like a Fuuxi Convention!Frantic clacks and hisses fill the air as you plummet into the pile–the Gloombaron taking the brunt of the blow for the two of you as its smaller subordinates rush you like ants at a picnic, sapping the magic from your conjured colossus like a fat kid chugging a milkshake! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6441090JOHNNY takes flight just in time to coordinate with Rezalith–the two wasting no time in making their presence known by lighting up the horde with a nutrient-fueled flamethrower! And the Gloombaron?They merely kick you off of them and stagger to their feet with a defiant roar! Hard to say how the big fella’s doing, but with the mass of Fuuxi swarming your ‘suit’ there’s no denying it any longer:Their tunnel. You found it.… Well, one of them, at least… but this one feels pretty darn big! Take it out of commission and boom–the Fuuxi offensive is cut off!Easier said than done, however… as you try to shake off your Fuuxi freeloaders, you feel an uncanny SPIKE pierce your mind like some kind of spectral icicle… and before you can shake the sensation off, you feel yet another presence invade your head!”F O O L I S H. . .”… RED, was-Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 64 - 3 (1d100 - 3)>>6441091>Nothing! Whatever, nerd!
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>6441091>Nothing! Whatever, nerd!"I don't negotiate with terrorists."
Rolled 94 - 3 (1d100 - 3)>>6441091>Naaaahhhh
The sky above you is most of the way covered by the black clouds above you. Rain pours down into the forested area around you, drowning your armor and robe at the torrential downpour. There is not a single other creature here, save for yourself, and how could there be? The thunderous charges strike the ground, their charge on impacting the ground causing a near deafening sound."YOU COME TO MY REALM, MORTAL?" The sound of a deep, booming voice echoes around you, despite the never ending thunder strikes reverberating through the landscape. You cover your ears, the stimulation overload and sound deafening quakes causing the beginning of your ears to bleed. Clenching your head in pain, your shoulder length, black hair blasts back from all the wind. You summon as much willpower as you can to power through the overwhelming sensations. This has been a long time coming, you've earned the right to be here. For just a moment, time slows down. A wave of thunder crashing right in front of you, the force of this one causes what could simply be put as a wall of air knocks you away and causes you to collide with a tree. The force of being pushed into such an object only causes you to wince, your near perfected form is durable.HOW DID YOU GET THROUGH TO HERE? STATE YOUR BUSINESS TO ME! The authority of this command nearly causes your spine to clench. Where the thunder once struck in front of you now stands a massive, redheaded man. His muscular stature is apparent, even through his armor you can tell he truly has a gods physique. His eyes that crackle, hiding the color of their eyes stare forth at you. >Thor, I've come to make a bargain.>Command to him that you're here for his power and that hammer. You challenge him to a fight. >He fell for it, capture him with the seals you've placed around the area.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>He fell for it>Seal ReleaseYou say nothing to the imposing Thor. You're just staring at his booming stature, Thor may come off as a brute, and if you really piss him off he can be. Truly in the end that's all he is, his legends betraying him, making him predictable.[r]A looming, red mist releases around Thor![/r]The giant of a God heels over himself for but a moment, not used to feeling this weak. "By Ysm-" the God roughly coughs out. The surprise paid off, you smile at this pathetic.. thing.The perfect concoction, for you, it was easy to come up with. Learning the general lore of this realm gave you more than enough to predict what alchemical concoctions to come with you. With a little bit of nature from this realm, and some of your own realms magic, you were able to craft a gas sealer. The pheromones' of the mist continue to weaken him.[r]Leylines explode around the area as the seals release! Thor is trapped within a small red bubble, the mist contained in there with him![/r]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6407013>>Heel, boy. I'm here to bargain on my terms.
>>6407013>Heel, boy. I'm here to bargain on my terms.yea get inuyasha'd
>>6407013>Waste no time negotiating, throw a small pocket ball at the God of Thunder, forcing him to comply.
>>6435584+1
You wake up. You blink your eyes, looking around your darkened room. You were dreaming of that girl you liked, the one with red hair and blue eyes. Why’d you have to get woken up from that dream?You’re about to go back to sleep when there’s a loud crash from downstairs.Shit. Are you being robbed?There’s another crash, and you hear the sound of your beer cans rolling on the floor. You frown. Something’s in your kitchen. Did you leave the backdoor open? You get out of bed and put on a dressing gown and some slippers. If there’s an animal downstairs you just hope it’s a rat or something small, you don’t want to pay the fee for an animal handler at, 3 O’clock in the morning. You go down the stairs and hear the distinctive crunch of potato chips. This thing is in your cupboard too? You brace yourself as you open the door to the kitchen, expecting to get jumped by some wild animal, only to get a beer can thrown at your face.“Thine drink is pigs piss!”You open your eyes. There’s a man there, an old bearded man sitting in your kitchen, dressed in a robe not dissimilar to yours, a can of beer in one hand and a thick stick as tall as you in the other. He has some sword strapped to his waist, and all kinds of leathery pouches. The fridge door is open, and you can see that he’s pulled out almost everything you have in there, not that there was much to begin with. Did some fucking hobo break into your house?You take a step towards him, intending to throw him out, but he puts up a hand and for some reason you feel compelled to stop. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439268He lifts a cloak and it expands to cover the entire room, to cover you, and you hear the whooshing noise of reality bending around this space, taking the sorcerer and his servant to some distant other you know not where. You, it takes somewhere else.You are taken back to the bookshop. Except there is something different. Something strange. Something new. A spell. Knowledge springs from a scrap of the book you have been touched by. Spells come in all shapes and forms, some spoken, others through complicated hand gestures, others at a mere thought. This is one of the latter. Think of where you will, and there you shall appear.Spell gained: Teleportation! You may now teleport anywhere you have been to before, or somewhere you haven’t been to with sufficient effort. 1 day cooldown – This may be improved with practice. “Glorious, isn’t it? Though I hope you’re prepared.”Aziz is by your side, placing a cover over the three books. You look at him and tilt your head.>Prepared? Prepared for what?“The side-effects. You have just been given a spell and you don’t know the safety rules. Best try not thinking too hard about where you’ll be next, my friend.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439269>Gene. It takes a real effort to not think of anything else though… (Roll will be required, and failure will have consequences.)
>>6439269>Your home. Yes it’s probably got cops crawling all over it by now, but it beats jumping feet first into somewhere really dangerous.Don't forget to archive this
>>6439269>Gene. It takes a real effort to not think of anything else though… (Roll will be required, and failure will have consequences.)A half-blind Gene is waiting for us in a corrupted mall. Not thinking of him will most likely have consequences too, so let's try to do the right thing. Thanks for running this up to now and have a good break. See you in a couple of weeks then!
>>6439571Ah, thanks for the reminder, will do that now.
