Across the stars there exists a legend walking among the myriad species of the stars, and his name is Zarus.Zarus is a creature that is known as a human, a species that came from somewhere unknown. In truth, they aren't too much unlike those of the intergalactic community, with meager lives only a fraction as long as yours, of flesh and blood and with hands and feet, spacedust given fleeting form. Only, Zarus himself isn't like other humans - at least, not to your or anyone else in the galaxy's knowledge. Zarus is the most powerful of all psykers in the galaxy. This is by far, no contest. He doesn't perform acts as directly lifting his enemies and sending them flying, no. His reality changing powers are matched only by his warped perspective and inflated ego. Many have tried to kill him, and the world itself bends over backwards to protect him. Bullets sheer by him, laser weapon systems malfunction as they pull the trigger, bombs spontaneously detonate before he enters their blast radius, and other psykers lose their powers as he draws near. Some speculate you could catch him off guard with orbital bombardment or destroying the very planet he stands on, but the empires of the galaxy know he is more precious alive than dead. If it weren't for his self-centered attitude and racial prejudice, he would have had any seat he desired in any empire of his choice, but he prefers the free life of a gun for hire.If you were to believe the man himself, he was once part of a crew of fifty men sailing through the stars, incidentally struck by debris of an ancient errant missile smashing into a nearby asteroid. The lone survivor, he landed on a fertile planet in the process of colonization and took it as a sign he was still protected by his gods. The planet he refused to name, but rumor has it he calls his home the "mystic city of Agartha." Many have gone to search for it. Some empires are running vast intelligence operations to acquire any information they can about the city. You know better than to actively go and find a planet where there may be hundreds, thousands, millions of humans just as capable as Zarus in the psychic arts. Their elevation to a spacefaring race would upheave the order of the entire galaxy.So of course, you came across the planet on pure accident.
>>6339467>Abduct humans for language and world knowledge. (Anthropology. Veil: 25, DC 7. Reward: 7 Progress/Success.)>Investigate Colony Beacon. (Free Study. Veil: 0, No DC. Reward: ???)
>>6339473>>6339586>>6339619One of your crewmembers remarked how you have been ordering them backward, that they should have laid groundwork for the world's politics and the colony beacon first. Nonsense. You had to make sure that the lifeforms on this planet would complicate matters- which, as you are all now well aware, they are very capable of. You are a larger form of life than others, and as such your ships are scaled to a large degree, but the common form of those sky beasts are comparable to one of your scouting ships in size, the largest of which is a rather large fraction of your superyacht's size; which is no small feat, and would nevertheless wreak havoc upon the exterior should it get close. Clearly they have never heard of looking before leaping.Now that you have marked off certain regions as requiring clearance to even be near, you can perform more safer tasks. Now, you will humor that crew member by sending him on the scouting ship to identify and "acquire" some multilingual and knowledgeable Agarthans. The Agarthan tongue is familiar to you, so one of them is the easiest starting point to learning other languages and cultures.It may be risky; none of your casual observations have shown the average human performing the reality-warping acts of Zarus, but perhaps they may not have been pressed to...Conducting Human Abduction. Roll 3d20, target DC 7.
Rolled 13, 9, 15 = 37 (3d20)>>6341333
>>6341354>Investigate Colony BeaconOff to the forests of southern Agarthan territory, a thick natural border between the metropolitan area of the golden megacity and a nearby desert, there is a now overgrown crash site of a small colonizing ship of your origin. The initial scan of the area was bleak, but the scouting returned grim results.Your kind descended onto this planet in the most haphazard and reckless fashion aboard this space-faring ship. It is mostly intact, but inside the ship are bodies snapped out of shape in ways even your kind cannot recover from. They clearly died on impact.Most colonizer ships are staffed with a crew of 50, bearing themselves, capsules containing the future of your species, and relevant beacons to beckon the automated colonization system to wherever they deem fit to plant their roots.This vessel had no distinct mission, just to survey and mark outer regions of the galaxy for viable planets for assimilation into the empire and to lay the groundwork when they do. Whether or not these planets were occupied were of little import; the way your colonization works, hovering over the planet and beckoning resources hither would have been enough. Under zero circumstances should it have even attempted landing. Checking the itinerary, the crew included mostly standard volunteers and experts in colonization, but also a very peculiar VIP; an admiral of repute, one who had went missing nearly a decade ago on a personal leave.After triple-checking the nearby surrounds, your crew has found 48 bodies of your kind. Between the horrific mangling of the bodies aboard and the natural decay of particular features, none of them are even remotely identifiable. Any survivors made zero attempt to seed this planet and zero attempt to escape it. No landing program or poor piloting can be the cause of this. All in all, the report offers a chilling suggestion: someone with authority of the controls had put the nose down and said good night for themselves and everyone aboard. What would compel someone to perform such suicidal assassination has been beyond your kind for eons. To convince one of your own to end the lives of their peers is... unfathomable.You dread that the perpetrator lived to tell the tale, and collect whatever reward they had on the admiral's head. Or that the Agarthans found the wreckage and extracted two bodies of your kind for whatever purposes they see fit. Frankly, you do not know which would be worse.
OP?
It’s a beautiful early Wednesday morning! All the love sessions have come to an end, and now you must return to the not-so-violent reality (because you’re cuddling with Beth); one in which you must keep your promise. You must go on a date with Celia. She even went through the trouble to remind you with a text. Not the best way to wake up, but a way to wake up nonetheless. You must fulfill even if you’re tired! And if! With the legendary Calamity Cola, you’ll be at 100% in a second…You drink the evil beverage to recover all your stamina. “Busy again?” Beth woke up as well.“Yeah, sorry…” You lament. “Relax, my beloved. I have you covered…” Beth snaps her fingers. “Don’t forget to return to me once again.”You reappear at the front of the Prisoner’s house with your casual clothes on! Oh, and with a breakfast box. Looks decent. It’s like you were expelled out of Beth’s domain back to the silly real world…It’s pretty clear that, with the thermostat still broken, it’d be better if you part ways — and do your own thing. The problem is that you weren’t here alone! Maybe you should ask them to bring those lovely people over?What do you do?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343015What a twist!
>>6343015Thanks for the run!
>>6343015Thanks for running.
>>6343015Nina needs to go on a diet.
>>6343192But then how will she smother us lovingly with her jumbo magumbos?
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a 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 well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.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 votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342956We should probably send in a relief force or at least an embassy of sort to earth. Has cooler already set that into motion?
>>6342956>No Karn is not. He's under the impression the JL ARE the authority.I can see where he's coming from with that honestly. Did anybody in the League or from the world's various governments thing to clarify that with him at some point or...?The actual planetary authority of a planet like "Earth" feels like something the General of the PTO should be aware of.
>>6342956>I don't think I phrased it well. The space empire cares enough to almost IMMEDIATELY send down their representative when a single city's been destroyed and eliminating the culprit expediently shows the PTO is not only watching but cares about protecting the people.We may be genocidal, but we won, and that means peace is finally kept. That's important.>>6342990this, love to see the gangs react to selfish asshole tm doing his best.>>6343000Its on par with similar groups has worked with that he didn't ask for clarification, if Bruce brings it up then we can find out in character if nobody got the info to cooler already.
Tournament of Power was great. I enjoyed it very much. It was also very interesting to see how different it was in our timeline from what happened in the anime. >>6341234>A wiser Destroyer, one Zamasu may initially see as weak but may help mold his mind towards making his mortals better.Can you even make him better now? Or will it end up in Zamasu doing his job of taking care of the growth of mortals while at the same time hating it? Secretly dreaming of returning to his “ningen killing times”?>Especially without the bad influence of the other Zamasu, who were rounded up when fleeing your timeline.Time Patrol’s did their job. Nice.>>6342574>And from between your raised hands, comes a faint, golden glow.I’m happy that Batman figured out how to use it.>>6342575>Bit of a different epilogue than I think many were expectingIt was, but it was a very nice epilogue. I liked it.
It's TIME! >>6343209
Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_You are Lieren of Nothing, philosopher of some renown, Hunter of some skill, Primarch of the 2nd legion of the emperor of mankind's space marines, grand architect and head of the Long-Jian ministry of development, friend of the oppressed, enemy of tyrants and husband of the living ship Kanzeon, among a great many other things, including dabbler of the secrets of the old ones and poet of some skill.Presently, you are above an uncontacted world of a substrain of humanity, using a mixture of high technology and sheer telekinetic force to create a monument from the debris left behind by the skirmish with an ork fleet, combining together the metal hulls of the ships that were lost in the battle to form a monolith of burnt and sundered still, that Kanzeon is engraving with the names and histories of the crews of the ship. It is to honor their ultimate sacrifice for a cousin of mankind that had not even known they'd been threatened.A cousin you shall soon meet personally, the envoys that were sent had all agreed that your presence and company would be most welcome as they traveled beneath the frozen surface of the unnamed world to meet with the representatives of the city states, that the aspirants of your legion had, while you and their senior and future astartes brothers waged war against the pirate fleet, had managed to get in contact with the abhuman race. They had taken your challenge to learn how to solve the communication barrier with a society that did not know the sky above their mines existed, yet alone of the worlds beyond their worlds with great gusto and had devised a novel means of breaking that barrier. Which they had done themselves, to prove it'd work. They'd started by sending dummy distress signals near to the surface, which allowed the abhuman miners to realize the source must be coming from beyond their world of rock and stone.And then followed by sending transmission to the groups that had figured it out, and providing proof of a world beyond their mines. Somehow, this was not met with skepticism or derision by the rest of their societies, but rather a rush to be the first to make contact with the "Uplanders" as the underground dwellers called the aspirants and you supposed everyone elseThere was some grumbling, when an Astartes that had been left on the planet to watch over and run the boys through drills had happened upon and discovered what the aspirants were getting up to, but the response from the rulers of the four blocs, which were formed by councils of elders that represented the interests and vendettas of various clans and families, had been one of intrigue and praise for such "Clever little beardlings". Cont
>>6365316>Cleanse and purify it complete, with the fires that swayed noble Elazar upon Nuceriaheres hopping our new dwarf buddies have some nice healing tech
>>6365316>Strike its internal fault, and try to free the spirits that compromise its spiritual core
>>6365316'No, the growths you saw, were eggs. Like those laid by some toads on their backs, a parasitic spawning using the very souls of the drowned as incubators.'I'm not if there are any squat dead left to be freed, rather than undigested fragments leftover from it's birth. ...and if there are we'd be releasing them to predator filled waters >Cleanse and purify it complete, with the fires that swayed noble Elazar upon Nuceriafriendly, benevolent squat spirit. If nothing else, the dragons heart, the key to the squats warp is surrounded by chaos filth. That is not a good situation and we have the means to amend it.
>>6365316>Simply crush the serpent beneath your palm, slaying it with a gesture
>>6365316>Strike its internal fault, and try to free the spirits that compromise its spiritual coreTime for this Senior to shatter your foundation foul scum!
Did I fall asleep?
>>6366360It's been a good one! Are you going to continue the quest?
Cady flinches at the sound and glances away and then grins guiltily at Ren. "Are you hungry?""Ah, no, I-" Ren halts as his own stomach gurgles.I took away his only Force point! That's probably making him even more hungry!Ren covers his mouth and glances toward Gonky. "Are you thinking of frying up that mynock?"Why does everyone think I want to eat My-chan?! I suppose from their perspective I use a lot of weird ingredients... and what kind of meal can I even make here? Are there even any edible plants in the scrap fields?Cady looks from the dark landscape back up to Ren's face. "Um... are there any ingredients nearby I can use?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
After dinner, Quadi is licking the bowl clean as Ren walks Cady out the doorway. The door slides open and outside the doorway Gonky starts to turn toward them when suddenly My-chan screeches and flaps its wings and then flits upward into the dark sky."My-chan!"I actually acquired My-chan, didn't I? Its name changed, so does this mean it will come back if I recover some Force points?Ren scratches his neck as he looks up at the night sky alongside Cady. "You know what they say-"Cady turns and smiles at Ren. "My-chan will probably come back when I wake up tomorrow!"Ren opens his mouth to say something but then he glances at Cady smiling up at him and smiles back. "I still can't believe you made something that delicious from a couple of ration packs. Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Cady glances across at Jett as he pilots through the dark streets.Going from hot guy to hot older guy... and now we're alone in this landspeeder? Can landspeeders run out of gas?She looks forward and squeezes her fists in her lap.No! I need to concentrate on whatever's happening that has Jett so upset!Harn is standing on the steps as the Jedi Temple rises out of the dark.Now there are two hot older guys!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
He's finally here!The face on the screen tilts at Cady. In front of it, Harn, Fili, and Jett all look behind them at Cady as she grins happily upward at the enlarged scowling face on the screen.The third capture target!NEXT: THE THIRD CAPTURE TARGET APPEARS!
You see his face. Sharp razor slit eyes etched onto a hulking creature’s giant head, which would give children across the galaxy vivid nightmares, stare into your soul. It produces no feeling of horror or fear, nor any other natural response, because you know him. Those eyes that are locked onto yours are dulled, empty, lifeless. The vacant glare causes your heart to wither in your chest. It was you, you did this, you killed your closest friend. A man who has saved your life, and you killed him. Now his face is slack, muscles relaxed, and his eyes are barren; all that vigour and life that he carried around with him is forever gone, never to return. It was your choice to kill him. Sith Lord Yvalok presented the options to you. During your months on Lao training as a Sith Acolyte you, Vulfstahn a child of the extinct Sith people, have shown a wild potency with the Force which is unequalled by your supposed peers. This rare talent caught Yvalok’s eyes and has him captivated with your development, wanting nothing more than to see you flourish. The ancient human decided to gift you hate through a choice: slay Urr’tal in a duel or watch as Yira gets gangraped. You gave the withered husk of a Human your answer. With a slash of your sword, you betrayed Urr’tal, ending all the myriad great possibilities he could have achieved in his prodigious lifespan. The Sith Lord that would be nothing but a frail old man if not for his mastery of the dark side of the Force stands above you as thick red ichor spews from the Whiphid’s severed neck. Forced onto the hard durasteel floor by a burst of lightning, you are enveloped by the growing pool of your friend’s blood. His decapitated head rests in front of you, not able to steal your eyes away from the lifeless face as his matted fur stains from his bleeding. Yvalok monologues and lectures, but you can’t hear him. The unblinking eyes have stolen your world.
>>6362050Get hype!
>>6362050I believe in Seyra supremacy
>>6362082I shall friendzone that bouncy space-albino for all time, mark my words!
>>6362092Can't friendzone the psycho Anon!Embrace our sith destiny
I'm busy Monday-Wednesday, which is why I didn't start on Friday, so it'll be Thursday.
OOC: Let me just preface this by saying this will be a short one shot. While there may be more in the future, please treat this as a stand alone story.----You awaken from a particularly fitful dream by a gentle nudging at your shoulder."... Red. Little Red, it's time to wake up. It's not good to sleep in. I have an errand for you."The voice is soft and maternal, but wholly unfamiliar. Internally, you resist the call to wakefulness, but the person trying to nudge you awake is persistent.You open your eyes and find yourself in a little cottage. There is a bed for one person opposite the one you're lying in, looking like it was freshly made.You remember being a>Boy>GirlComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6337522By the way, in case I come back to this later, your downtime has restored 3 Health, bringing your health to 5.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6335816/Finally managed to archive this after failing to do so repeatedly last night.
>>6337519Black Pete sounds like he is based on the old version of Sinterklaas' helper here in the Netherlands>>6337523It's kind of early to end the thread though, we're still pretty high on page 1 while 4chan only deletes after page 10 but that is up to you. Just know you can't have more than (I think) two active at a time and a thread is active until it drops of from board 10 whether or not people post in it
>>6337877Sadly, I've only prepared one adventure for now, so I'll need some time to make more plot beats. It could be a couple of weeks, but it could also be a month or so.Also you're correct in that Black Pete is based on Zwarte Piet
>>6337877I think it is three active quests at a time. Modpost says it is five, but I'm pretty sure it is three.>>6337523I'll get around to feedback some other time. Thanks for running this though.
You are the self-proclaimed KING of the WASTELAND. Ever since the great BIG BOOM in the far off year of 2007, the world has gotten pretty nasty–ruins and mutants litter the desert wasteland all around you, roving bands of warlord kings and factions in all sorts of endless wars.You never did much mind, though, as you kept to yourself in your reclusive “castle” (a pre-BIG BOOM convenience store) with your friend and roommate, DUKE NASU, watching one of your 24 copies of SUPERBAD (2007) and pumping iron–that is, at least, until a demolition company drove up to your front door. You found out your castle was apparently on land that fell under the titleship of a “GUN KING”, who sought to evict you and bulldoze it into the ground. You took ownership of the demolitionist’s wrecking ball and drove out to the GUN KING’S castle to confront him on the matter.You managed to infiltrate his castle whereupon you engaged in one-on-one combat with the king, PANZER GRAAD–however, defeating him only led to the appearance of another freak, the “MUTANT KING,” who kidnapped your dear friend DUKE NASU to bring him to its kingdom. You need to get him back.LAST THREAD: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5005718/
>Hug him.>Pick up the crown and bayonet, then go out and knight your companions who came with you on your journey. Including Elton.You do your best to stifle your emotions, keeping your head cool and face placid.. but you can't quite manage it, scooping him up in your arms and bringing him in for a hug as you break into a grin. He squeaks in your grip like a chew toy, allowing you to hug him tight (though not enough to break him) before setting him down."..You good? Did she touch you weird?" You clear your throat as you kneel before him, looking him up and down. He doesn't look messed up, or anything, but.. "I'm good, BIG." DUKE NASU sighs, dusting himself off. "She mostly had me play tea party with her and watch some direct-to-dvd DISNEY SEQUELS. Wasn't too different from you, actually..""Hmph. Speaking of.." You look over to the heap of tentacles and robes on the ground nearby, kneeling down to scoop up the gold wreath from her forehead.. a strange, glittery ornament that clings to her head, a kind of JAPANESE CROWN encircling her bangs. "I'll be taking this. It'll make a nice addition to my collection.""Uh?" You hear a meek voice creep from the doorways of the gates that encircle the palace. "GIRL..? You still alive?""Woah, JESUS." DUKE nearly jumps, recoiling at the sight of her. "That a clown?""Yeah." You stand, dusting yourself off. You examine the crown in your hands.. you suppose that, as the strongest, you could be the new de facto KING OF THE MUTANT KINGDOM now--making new laws to outlaw eating sentient creatures, repealing no non-mutants inside city laws--..You're not really one for politics or leading anything, though. You'll let them figure it out. You've got CANBURGERS to eat and WEIGHTS to lift.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366663>Grab something more from the MUTANT KING before you embark. [Write-In.]Grab some game mags from YULONG, than pick her up, go out and buy some more squid for everyone. She gets the squiddick skewer for trying to eat NASU.Then go home.
>>6366663>Begin trek back home.Just go.
>>6366663>Begin trek back home.I can't think of anything else we need. Maybe just...>Tell the Mutant King it was a good fightWe can rematch her sometime.
>>6366663>Begin trek back home.
You are Motoharu Hisanori, and today, April 3rd, marks the beginning of your high school life.
"Which teachers would be available to supervise a club?"It's after-school hours. You're in the teacher's room, accompanying Ayumi along with Nekoyama, and the administrator for club activities, Harima-sensei, raises his eyebrows at your question."Uhh... First, do you- yes, I see you have 3 members. Let me think," he says, looking away. "I believe there are 2 free teachers currently. Hayazono Keiji, you may have met him during your classical literature class, and Mochizuki Tsubaki, she teaches social studies. Well, technically 3, there's also Fujiwara-sensei, but... I don't think you kids would want someone like that, with all due respect.""Yes, he's a bit..." Ayumi trails off, and you understand her without continuation. He's quite strict and REALLY boring in his manner of speech. That much is obvious even from the first lesson you had with him."Thanks, Harima-sensei. We'll see if we can convince one of them," Ayumi continues."Good luck," and he's back to his work, humming a vaguely familiar tune.You leave the teacher's room to discuss your options."So..." Ayumi begins, leaning against the wall. "Which of the two do you guys want to try first?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"This is kind of..." she mutters something, adjusting her clothes a bit with a worried expression, but sighs and straightens her back, the attendance checked... and that proves to be the final straw on the camel's back.With a "snap!" the shirt comes loose, the button rocketing into the opposite end of the classroom. Mochizuki-sensei looks down at her clothes, and as the realisation dawns on her, her face turns a deep red. There is blushing among the male part of the class as well. Some avert their eyes. Others glance inconspicuously. And the girls? The girls suppress their laughter with all their might."I'msorryit'sthewrongshirtI'llberightback," she says in one breath, and then storms out of the class.You can already tell who'll be in the boys' wet dreams for the next two weeks.But that incident is overshadowed by a simple turn of events: once Mochizuki-sensei returns, donning another, looser shirt and a blouse, and starts the class in earnest, it turns out it's actually quite fun to study with her. For all her clumsiness, she involves the students a lot, trying to lead them to make conclusions themselves, and her manner of speech captivates you in the subject. The class forgets about the mishaps by the 20th minute, and it's almost as if the bell sounds too soon......"Well, I don't know," Ayumi looks out of the window and at the crowd of students leaving school - those in the go-home club or without club activities today. "I think Hayazono-sensei is pretty cool, too."You remember him too - and not just because he's your homeroom teacher.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Not that much money in our pockets to go out every weekend," someone mutters, and there's quiet laughter in the class."Point," Hayazono-sensei agrees. "But there's plenty of free events in a big city like Niigata. And whatever your allowance - or wage, since some of you are part-timing already - permits, is fine as well. Now, let's get back on track. Open your textbooks on page 14, and..."..."What do you think, Motoharu-kun?" Ayumi asks. "I think either is fine with me.""Same," Shinobu says.Truth be told, you aren't opposed to either of them, but in the end, after some discussion, you settle on...>Hayazono-sensei>Mochizuki-sensei=====Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366512>Mochizuki-senseiSo we got wind flipping skirts and buttons bursting clothes. Where's the enemy stand?
>>6366512>Mochizuki-senseiBecause Murasaki > Sei
Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
>>6348038>>6347942guess it's you and me, hoss. writting!
>>6348422Don't you have a story to tell? Don't you have someone to kill?
>>6360089I have no enemies. And putting this on AO3 was probably not the best call.
>>6347913“This is remarkable…” Malcador let out in visible astonishment, for the first time since meeting him he seemed unguarded, unprepared. Perhaps things have not gone quite to plan eh, Sigilite?You can feel him trying to study your Ghost. Every psychic probe and prod now returned, considerably weaker than Ghost’s but a thousand times more intricate for it, yet still effortlessly thwarted.He tries to hide it but you've lived with him long enough to see through most of his masks. He's annoyed, borderline angry at the mosquito trying to land on his surface. “ENOUGH!” he barks out, his voice barely contained by the oasis' privacy veil Malcador had set up for your meeting.“You want to serve Me?” “Us.” “Then you shall prove yourself!” He continues even through my interjection. He seems pumped up for something. “Not to the people, the Warriors, the Custodes or with words either. You shall do it through your own prowess!” He declares while manifesting a deck of cards in his hand, definitely not the tarot but something different yet still just as powerful, if not more.Malcador’s mask slides back to his face with an expectant smile. “Ah, my apologies your majesties. I should have expected you to also engage in this manner of battlefield.” he says while also manifesting his own deck. “What shall be the nature of our duel?”Ghost goes off yapping about the rules and stipulations of the game, it's the most excited I've seen him yet. Of course, Malcador's more than glad to indulge him, setting up his own conditions for the field.I must admit I'm a little bit lost in all of this. “Isn't this just a children's card game?” Both of them stop talking and look at me in utter disbelief at what I said.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6363662BTW it's still me even if the ID's changed.
Justice is above all. "Mighty Iudex, please have mercy on me soul. The little ones were starving, I-i-they were going to dispose of the whole crate!" Dogadu: Human, male, beggar, middle aged, no criminal record, index finger missing, disfigured, thirty four years old. unwashed clothes, six children (beggars), fungal infection on bare feet, dead wife."This fine specimen of human dreg was caught stealing from my fine dining establishment. His very unkempt existence had tarnished my reputation by miring my property with his filthy presence! The food crate contained undesirable cuts of Zetif darkwings. Perfectly edible for elves but they are known to poison lesser races like humans, their blood can not handle the acidic nature of this delicacy. Iudex, make an example of this vagrant. I wish not for his kin to loiter around my property." Vaeth Lofr: Ash Elf, Two hundred and seven years old, female, hosted a feast for Imperata Muvinus once, killed a pregnant woman (Tiefling) in self defense seventy years ago, no criminal record, Ashen cuisine, one of the seventy two survivors of the Stellavigi elven massacre, Burn marks on left arm.Evidence: Conclusive, several eyewitnesses, well detailed reports from the guards.Iudex Cards: None. Cast ye judgement upon the guilty Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334804>>Xerkikanua: Issue a wild, unorthodox, ironic, punishment
>>6334804>Raomdae: Issue a more detailed sentence depending on the severity of the crimeWould have suited this case, as would Xerkikanua.
>>6334804>Folmulus: Recreate some but not all events within the court to see if it is feasible in the first place
>>6334804>>Cinvictus: Two questions to be asked to either parties.
For hundreds of cycles, the galaxy has been in turmoil, the fall of an empire once thought eternal dooming trillions to a thousand different dooms. Threats once thought banished forever to the infinite darkness between the stars rising up to savage defenseless worlds or subjugate their populations into slavery under inhuman masters. Petty warlords carving out swathes of territory before setting it ablaze in brutal wars of conquest. The peace and stability of the Empire long forgotten, burned to ashes in a million different conflicts on the surface of a million different worlds.Not you however. Through luck, chance or perhaps the intervention of forgotten gods, your people have survived the long darkness of the collapse and have emerged. Your glorious histories may have been forgotten in the millenia since the fall but the ink is ready to record your future deeds. Whether through luck, guile or martial excellence, your people will prosper and with luck, seize the mantle cast aside in the fall.>You are...>The Grand Regent of the Imperial Remnants. Your ancestors fought their way free of the chaos of the fall, you cannot allow the horror they endured to be for nothing.>The Warlord of the Confederated Territories. Your people were left to die, alone and forgotten. You refused to die then, you refuse now. Death before servitude.>The Eternal Empress of the Jade Shogunate. Your birthright is imperial nobility, the honor of your ancestors demands you reclaim your just due.>The Admiral of the Black Fleet. (ALL DATA REDACTED) YOU HUNGER... YOU THIRST...>Custom (feel free to get creative, Ill make it work)
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>>6334436>Approve more aggressive piracy on the nearby trade lanes (random +P or +C each turn (Free action but *possible consequences*)
>>6334879ill concede the creation of the mining colony and add my vote for salvaging runs i dont think getting caught this early before we can defend ourselves will help us long term
>>6335071im >>6334541 btw
QM?
Howdy bros, I'm back. I wanted to continue RimQuest, but the combination of an artist shafting me, Rimworld 1.6 breaking all of my saves, life events, and depression have fucked that into the dirt. So instead here's something new.These are the dark years of the occupation. Gordon Freeman is still just a story passed between cells, squads, strangers, and couples. In this moment in time there's only you, a lone human working to resist the Combine occupation however you see fit and remain able. There will be an Uprising someday, this you're sure of, but the path there lies on the other side of lakes of blood and considerable effort on the part of unsung warriors like you.It had felt like days since you last saw the sun back outside the outskirts of City 11. The awful stench of the sewers and cisterns which meandered under the streets of what used to be Berlin forced you to find something to plug your nose with almost immediately upon beginning your infiltration. Deep regret at leaving the accommodations, spartan as they were, of the Resistance base north of the city had massaged your mind, but failed to slow your occasionally-soggy step through the barely-lit darkness.All this had a purpose, you reminded yourself. In the newspeak of the Combine you are an Anticitizen, a Malignant, the malformed cell that starts the cancer, the one that sets the spark which will light the torch of humanity's liberation. Or, in more plain terms, the crazy fucker that volunteers to go back into the Cities in order to bring contraband in, people out, and start up new resistance cells along the way. If there were some omniscient statistician in the sky, he could have given you odds of survival that would have seen you sit your ass back down in Finow when they called for somebody to replace Parks's sector after his presumed loss, but all the same, it needed to get done. The whole goddamned species was at stake, with a biological time limit that edged closer to expiration every year and a planet slowly being strangled of its life. If this generation didn't stop them, there would be no other. Never in human history had there been as existential and desperate a struggle as the one you now trudged through obscure German shit-tunnels to wage.It had only been half a day since you entered the sewer system when you reached your target. A junction in the tunnels marked by a chalk marker and a lone, white coffee mug. The route into this part of the city was prepared beforehand by a two-man reconnaissance team, people with equipment and experience too valuable for you to know or to be risked with the next, most dangerous part of City infiltration. You were briefed that they left you a red bag full of necessaries to help you along on your mission from here, hidden in a storeroom near the marker.
The TGA caused some major damage. Rest for a bit bud, the Dorito Pope cant hurt anymore.
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It is in the nature of half life fans to hope! No matter hoe bleak things become!
>>6347102Fucking kek "development on the next /qst/ update is rumored to begin later this year"
>>6341482Don't you have a story to tell? (Story to tell?)Don't you have someone to KILL? (KILL)Are you really gonna hide your face in shame like a broken buck? Wouldn't writing for a few minutes be a preferable fate?
The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!Following next, a magical girl begins her first training session.- - - - -On the last Episode, our Heroine, Magical girl SugarRush, has gotten her first introduction to magical girl society. Witnessing the dark land of the Shadow Market where she met an eccentric ‘apprentice’ E, and a non-combatant Sister of the Magical Girls, the troubled Angel. Now, she has arrived on the beach to train with her Magical Girl teammate, Jacky.- - - - -You shake off your troubles, compartmentalization always works, thought it feels like the more you lock away, the quicker you reach your limit. But this is important, you’re here to train with Jacky. She doesn’t seem like the sort to make it too harsh anyway.So you nod at the short girl. Much like you, clad in bikini and flip-flops, though carrying a small purse.“Lead the way.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6362698I liked this one
I'll try to do an update tomorrow, but it's gonna be a busy day
more like a busy week, geeze, got more important stuff tomorrow, but after that, it's all goodhell, next week looks damn near clear, so should finish up this thread, and probably start the new onesorry for the delay
>>6364413Waiting warmly
update tomorrow, sorry for the delay
In a dark place, a made-man struggles against his bonds. Before him, several tools glimmer and sway gently along the wall, the strange bald druggist who knocked him out playing with them. The room is barely illuminated from the streetlights, passing cars, and electric billboards of Level 4. True darkness and silence is not common here.“...It's always women, prostitutes. Transient kids. People who won't be missed. That's no fun. I think doing it to men is much more fun; but not because you're a boy. More because it's not somebody you'd expect. It could be anybody.””You want money? I got money. Pacelli connections.”“You will be next great creation. Worth far more then any amount of dirty criminal money.”“Who da fuck... wait, you're from Level 2?”The man doesn't say anything, instead the stranger brandishes a razor, testing its sharpness against a finger, turning to the mobster. He looks over his captive, eyes looking for the juciest piece to cut first. The mafioso tries to pull out from the rope, the chair squeaking. He sweats. Bribes will certainly not work.“You'd be smart to let me go, psycho. I'm a dangerous man, and I know dangerous people!”He grins at the mafioso with a golden tooth. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366338>One big part of this thread as the jump from Level 5 of the city to Level 4, which was meant to have a totally different culture, artstyle, and color pallet. Did this accomplish making this level of the city feel totally different and unique? Or was it more similar to what we saw of Level 5 in the previous 2 threads?I sort of noticed a cooler color pallet, I guess? The writing and new complications, concerns, and opportunities sold me more of the difference than the art.>Because of the "superhero genre" I don't really want Max to "lose" during this quest, so instead of traditional pass/fail mechanics most of them are based on story beats or exactly how you overcome challenges. For example, the "losing your nerve" system or this thread having a small resource management minigame near the end with having a limited number of Bolas and flashbangs. How do you feel this worked? Or would you prefer a more traditional die-rolling method for mechanics, if any?I don't think never losing is really needed in the genre, but I also don;t think dice are needed to make the quest work. I'm indifferent to the approach, as long as we have a influence on how things develop.>Is there anything about the setting or lore that you do not like or find issue with? One user commented on disliking the fact that the mafia operates like the Italian mafia (I couldn't figure out why because it was a souv-post). While some things are intentionally kept vague or a secret for future development; do you think something about the setting should be changed or amended?There are aspects of the society I find unrealistic or weird, but nothing I'd really want you to change. Part of how quest work is that you get a glimpse into how another person's internal logic operates. While the Italian mob still being the dominant face of organized crime in the far future could be cliche, it's also a genre staple. You mentioned being influenced by Batman TAS, and the Falcones, Maronis, Sionises and such are all such a big part of that mythos. I think it works.
>>6366338>Jump from 5th to 4thIt worked for me>Not quite losing but chosing how it will goI haven't felt this; really thought we could have fucked up like that time with the toilets.>SettingAfraid that for us, the peaceful reeducation stuff won't be so much nice than it seems to everyone else but it's player paranoia speaking
>>6366329>>6366338>Jump from 5th to 4thThe differences were notable but it didn't feel utterly alien, if that makes sense.>Not quite losingIt's a Superhero story involving a vigilante without any powers then his dedication and training trying to restore order to a broken city through his prowess and fear of his reputation. If Batman failed most of his tasks and kicked around by every random goon, he certainly wouldn't be as respected/feared.>SettingI'd say that having one 'Family' of this Mafia being an absolutely stereotypical Italian-Mafia-Derived staple of the genre is fine, but perhaps you could mix it up a bit with other competing Mafia clans having their own different and unique aesthetics. Sort of like in Necromunda.
>>6366338>One big part of this thread as the jump from Level 5 of the city to Level 4, which was meant to have a totally different culture, artstyle, and color pallet.See, I do generally like level 4, what with it being the "city center" of the city so to speak, but I have to admit that it didn't ultimately really feel like Max "jumped" to level 4 since he was still living on level 5 and commuting there everyday. It gives a sort of "detachment", so to speak, like any time he could just go back to his original level and not care anymore.>Because of the "superhero genre" I don't really want Max to "lose" during this quest, so instead of traditional pass/fail mechanics most of them are based on story beats or exactly how you overcome challenges.That much isn't unreasonable, obviously you can't have the protagonist die out of nowhere in a quest that isn't multi-protag like monke. I think this works better than dice rolling, especially since we still have to worry about Max getting his ass beat.>Is there anything about the setting or lore that you do not like or find issue with?Well, I suppose sometimes I found it weird how "lightly" the city was taking people just being murdered on broad daylight mid-street without even bothering to have cops look into it, but it wouldn't really be a street-level superhero setting if the authorities weren't incompetent, and it being due to "soft humanitarian policing" instead of "the cops and courts are crooked" is a pretty original thing.What I will say I did like, however, is the idea of there being another vigilante. I'm looking forward to seeing who this "Pants" guy is.In the meanwhile, I *do* have some questions for (you) >What would have happened if we decided to "pick" Nancy and expose our identity to her>What would have happened if we took the money? Like actual consequences.
>>6366449>I'm looking forward to seeing who this "Pants" guy is.
