Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Politely saying everything had gone to shit. King Varian in his melancholy and delusion had arrested Prince Alric for what he saw in Alric's part in Lady Katrana Prestor's attempt to wrestle the control of the Kingdom of Stormwind to herself. In reality Alric had been the voice of reason and tried to negotiate a peaceful solution to all this.What had followed was a swift counter-coup and Malevus found herself being chased by a bunch of thugs wearing the King's tabards. Danger, intrigue and diplomacy filled her days as she was steadfast in her mission to rescue Alric.And now she is on her way to the Stormwind Keep, into the Lion's Den to rescue the man she loves so much.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You sighed and gave Faol a look, he immediately knew your answer.“I am sorry, but I am not going to spy on Alric.” You said to him. “I am a follower of the Holy Light, not a stooge for the Church leadership.”“Good, good. You have conviction.” Faol said back to you. “It will serve you well, because just forget those old men and their doubts. You don’t have to worry about them.”“I-is that okay?” You asked and continued. “Tell them to not be worried, I will be with him.”“I will speak with them and tell them that you refused. They can’t do anything about it, you are way too powerful for them to complain.” Faol explained.“Oh okay…” You muttered, way too powerful? “I think I will leave now.”“Don’t let me keep you here.” Faol said and continued. “Lady Malevus, you have a bright future ahead of you. I have no fears that you would fail and fall in your journey, but succeed given enough time. You will grow and learn, you will find yourself to be one with the Holy Light.”The Archbishop placed his hand on your shoulder and immediately you felt light within you. The warmth spread through your body and it felt like Faol was practically radiating with the power of Holy Light. The lightness from the Light he radiated was so strong, unbelievably strong.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358547“You may call me Brother Antiochus.” The Priest, or Brother Antiochus said.“Antiochus?” You asked.“I left my life behind and chose a new one.” Antiochus replied to you. “But where are my manners, please take a seat.”There were just two chairs available and Alric took one. You nodded to Jaina who after giving you a look took her seat. You are just a squire after all.“I see the two of you are alright. I have of course heard the news, but even then worry does creep up.” Antiochus said, his Alteraci accent slowly fading in.“We are and as the rightful ruler of my people, you have my thanks for helping Malevus… my love…” Alric started to say, but you interrupted him.“Alric… not in front of others…” You protested and got him to turn around to look at you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358549>Alric wants you to come to Dawnholme and be the priest the Alteracis need.>What is his backstory, why is there an Alteraci in Stormwind City as a priest? Why did he leave his former life behind him?>How did everything happen, why did he help Malevus all those days ago? How is he doing now?>Jaina wonders if Antiochus has really heard everything. She is hinting at the actions of Arthas.Hmm well if Jaina is the one bringing it up I guess shes at least a little ready to face part of it. Good for her.Old in body but perhaps the spirit of a younger man lol. To think he stood up to those thugs. Whenever we get that Abbey built it might be best to have his quarters built into it as well. Plus apprentices. We certainly can't be taking this guy to war I think.I wonder if the churches from Alterac Kingdom got basically looted of whatever relics they had from either the Silverhand or Stromguard. Might have to ask for some of them back one day lol. Or maybe he made the pilgrimage all the way down here where it might be safer.> Now getting more out of her would require taking the next step when it comes to Fel, so would you be ready?It would be fun, I miss our chats and visions. If Alric ever gets stressed by a political or social situation where hes up shit creek I'd give Fel Malevus a chance to be handy in this way. If Alric was skilled enough in Fel to use just enough to open the door for a whisper or two and no more, but thats probably gonna need more than what Al has. But taking the next step is really a question of how big the obstacle in his way is, and what the price of defeat is.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358549>>Alric wants you to come to Dawnholme and be the priest the Alteracis need.>>What is his backstory, why is there an Alteraci in Stormwind City as a priest? Why did he leave his former life behind him?>>How did everything happen, why did he help Malevus all those days ago? How is he doing now?>Jaina wonders if Antiochus has really heard everything. She is hinting at the actions of Arthas.
>>6358549>What is his backstory, why is there an Alteraci in Stormwind City as a priest? Why did he leave his former life behind him?>How did everything happen, why did he help Malevus all those days ago? How is he doing now?>You want him to come to Dawnholme. Maybe not as a priest, but as an Alteraci, to be with his people.
Last time, the highly anticipated return of the Kingdom of Coziness is here. Its newer two residents are your queen (Lydie) and your maid (Kushi)! The comfy lands (Beth’s bed) are being enjoyed together under the stars (a tent in the backyard). You’re feasting together with cake and tea! “As requested, esteemed Chef Ando.” Kushi hands over a big tray with all the items you asked for. “Please, serve yourself some. There’s cake aplenty.” You’re a magnanimous king. Your goods are the Kingdom’s goods. “As I said, join us!”“Very well.” Kushi doesn’t mind eating even more cake, better with you by her side. The entire group is on the bed now.“Dear Maid, you implied there’s something that you want from my precious gem no matter what. Pray tell?” Lydie doesn’t forget any details.“Look at how I’m dressed for five seconds, and take a guess. Even if I prefer if you don’t.” Maid Kushi is a little upset to explain as she covers herself with her arms. “You want to embarrass me even more, don’t you?”“No, no, no! I want to learn more about you. Beauty is expressed in different ways, and I want to learn yours. You’ve been a revelation so far!” Lydie doesn’t mean anything bad by it.“Only he can fulfill this role.” Kushi refuses to say more.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The darkness from the tent calls once again, Beth’s pressure is felt by everyone, your time with your teacher is soon coming to an end…“I love you too, and I don’t mind, but…” You pat the head of the comfy woman.“I know… I can hear Beth’s voice...” Nina pouts. She can be a little childish every now and then.“It’s my turn…” Beth snaps her fingers for the final time for the night(?)…From the darkness, the mastermind behind it all shows up!“My beloveds, did you have fun?” Beth giggles as she steps forward.“No need to ask!” You wink. The former prisoner smiles back.“Indeed. Look at the smile on you two, mainly this adorable woman’s.” Beth teases the maid. “You’ve behaved well, just one last step left.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6332574After so many love sessions, you were spent, and let the world of dreams take you away. Then reality violently brings you back! Well, not that violently since you’re cuddling with Beth, it’s early morning, for some reason your phone is noisy enough to wake you up. There’s a message from Celia, it’s about the date. You can’t forget your promise. The Calamity Cola will come up clutch for today…Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you next time!
>>6332575Thanks for running!
>>6332575Thanks for running
>>6332575Thanks for running! Next time, could you add bush?
It is the chirping of the birds which first jolts you from your stupor, proudly sitting upon their trees, singing jollies to and fro of the merry morning lights. You, who had found no rest, no shut eyes throughout the night, take it simply as an ringing pain on your head. For though you had momentarily found yourself lacking in cognition, it was not rest which you had felt, but a lapse in concentration, a departure of your thinking to some state of sickly torpor.You had not slept for the entire night, and certainly, it hath given no benefit to your condition. But then again, how could you, with the challenges that you faced?You are Alessandro Galliota, the Viscount of Portblanc. That much you can be sure of, even in your sorry state...you, who had been brought here to this land of Nera, this distant land from your own, by your great liege Don Carles IV Brascarams. You had come here to wage war in the name of the Spisa family, allied to your country, against the forces of the Fortelli, friendly to your foe. You had launched a campaign throughout their borderlands, partaken in a siege, and most of all, you had faced a force far mightier than yours, many times greater in both number and capability, aided by scores of Himmmerian Giants, those most fearful of enemies of the human race. For a whole day, you had succesfully fought them of, and, shattering the bridge which they sought to take in an pivotal moment, you had sunk to the depths of the river hundreds of their men. You escaped death, too, by a hair's breadth, when the infamous Famiglia, those mighty knights of Nera, armed with beastly amazonian mounts, had been able to momentarily breach your formation. It was only by bidding your musketeers to fire upon them even as they fought your own men that you had survived, though at the cost of your entire retinue. All those things and much many others had happened yesterday, in this battle upon the Vessena. This battle, you are certain, has not ended yet, and it is this which brings you trouble. For today you must seek out victory and find a way to hold your foes at bay until the city of Montechia falls!For now, however, breakfast will have to do. Shaking yourself out of this stasis, you raise yourself from the piece of wood that you had used as a seat for the night. Because you had fled into the grove to make your camp, you did not have the amenities of your lordly tent. Of course, compared to those amongst the soldiery who did not have any tent at all, you were not in a poor state. You order one of your servants to gather up whatever is available for you. What you receive, after some time, is...some bread, and some of the cheap rum that was served to the soldiery. Though it be enough to fill you, you cannot help but feel some manner of bitterness in the knowledge that you stand but a few minutes of travel away from your supply wagons.
>>6358201>Talk to Joan
>>6358201>Talk to Don Tallasca
>>6358201>Talk to Don TallascaSun Tzu says, knowing is half the battle. Or the entire battle, point being we should know what's up in the capital before we go there.
>>6358201>Talk to Don TallascaQuit being stupid anons.
Ilvermorny Quest returns after IRL issues! More cute Witches with guns, a destiny, and violence in abundance!OOC: I have been having health issues as well as family health ones. I am sorry. This is not dead, and during the time I felt okay, I ended up with a mega update. Will try to get back to 2-3 smaller updates a week depending on player count.I am doing a rentry for the opening recap, so I don't need two separate posts for it.Recap: https://rentry.co/dtibhta7Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=ilvermorny>Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6356116>Paws? What is up with him. Aubrey has some odd theories. Believes he knows things. Might be a secret Animagus, even.no way thats just a cat...>Friday morning. What she knew of it and it’s strangeness>About Ilvermorny in general; the teachers, the, Pukwudgies, the Castle and campus>About Enchanting and Blacksmithing. Show here your rig and Em’s necklace. The ministry could only detect some normal charms but if they could do more? You needed as many tools as you can getthis but dont tell everything about our rig, something doesnt sit right with me about her, feeling a bit suspicious...
I should have just waited and posted in the morning; should have rolled my self to speed stuff up. It should also been made it clear that for every 25 points you get a question and that 85 DC was meant to be a 75 and a full pass would get you a bonus.Sorry, even though it would not matter with the 50.However, as an apology, I'll give you 3 questions. Then commit sudoku due too my sham, kek.When picking them, please just order them from top to bottom to make my life easier.>>6356180>>6356188Is that the order you wanted them, what you wanted most 1st and what you wanted least at the bottom, depending on # of passes?
>>6356354sure
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>6356354holy shit i completely forgot about rolling, thats on me.still gonna roll just in case anything could change.i guess in order of top to botton, at the top is the cat, i think we both chose that one as the first one for a reason.next, the friday morning onethen enchanting and blacksmithingand then ilvermorny
Okay. So many choices on one vote was dub given the player count, as was trying yo order them.Not going to make that mistake again. So, I am just going to put hem together in a logical way.I'm sorry but it might be Sunday before we get going there wise..I appreciated everyone who reads and votes; sorry. This quest is already slow.Going to start writing.
Hi! This is my gay larp story. Please don't laugh at me. It's not quite as fantastical as everything else here but I hope you enjoy it. Decisions will either be from a presented set that can be overridden by popular will at my discretion, or by simple suggestion. Will use d100, applying "Degrees of success" rules that may be familiar to some. For those unfamiliar, rolling a 50 on a dv 40 is 1 degree, 60 2, 70 3, and so forth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IT IS 2026THE "AMERICAN REVOLUTION" FAILED 250 YEARS AGO.YOU HAVE LIVED IN BRITISH OCCUPIED AMERICA FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, AS DID TEN GENERATIONS BEFORE YOU.26 YEARS AGO, A COORDINATED SERIES OF ATTACKS ACROSS NEW YORK, PHILADELPHIA, AND BOSTON LEAD TO PARLIAMENT PASSING THE "ANTI-TERROR AND SECURITY ACT OF 2000", GIVING CROWN POLICE, ROYAL ARMED FORCES, AND THE VARIOUS INTELLIGENCE MINISTRIES BROADER POWERS THAN THEY PREVIOUSLY HELD. SURVEILLANCE IS A FACT OF LIFE. IT IS 8:00 AM ON MONDAY, IN [Boston/NYC/Philadelphia]. YOU HAVE JUST LEFT THE FRONT DOOR TO YOUR HOME/APARTMENT. YOUR SHIFT AT [Retail store/Industrial Facility/Office] IS IN AN HOUR. TODAY YOU WILL [Walk, Take the bus, Take the subway, Take a cab]. THE AIR IS CRISP AND COOL, THE SKY A STEELY GREY. AN URBAN-CAMOUFLAGED ARMORED CAR TURNS LEFT ON THE BLOCK BEFORE YOU, IT'S DIESEL ENGINE WHINING MONSTROUSLY. AS IT PASSES YOU, THE EMPTY PUPIL OF IT'S REMOTELY CONTROLLED 12.7MM TURRET MEETS YOUR GAZE, TRACKING YOU FOR A FEW SHORT SECONDS BEFORE PIVOTING TO REGARD THE POTENTIAL THREATS AHEAD.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6326483I worked in Britain for a few years and, while those decent foods you listed exist, the average Brit consumes the most disgusting and bland slop imaginable for their daily meals. Everything is boiled until it loses all texture and flavor, nothing js seasoned, it is just grim over there. I will concede that they have good baked goods
>>6326497Britain is a globohomo identity wearing the flayed skin of England as a trophy. I've never been to the fatherland, so I can't really comment on how it is now, but almost the whole canon of foods that you will find in supermarkets is derived from English origins. It's literally the "Fish don't see water" meme when talking about English cuisine. It's everywhere and it's the default.
>>6326483Then why arent they eating the good food?
>>6326118Don't be a pussy OP.I demand to be entertained.
>>6327058Indeed, Give me an update or give me death!
Totemists, one of the first lines of defense against the malicious and monstrous, famed slayers of Behemoths which are perhaps the most dangerous examples of such, and bridge to the domains of spirits and magic unseen. The role is not an easy one of course, but it must be done and has been since time before almost all written history.You are Capran, young man of the Four Peaks mountains, pupil of Oranya Skystrike.There has been a lot of unrest on the mountain slopes lately, the issue growing further with each day it seems, but with your teacher still guiding you, there will always be a way to deal with it the trouble.Such as this post mimic, which stands on thin wood-splinter-like legs and angrily spears them into the ground beneath it at the failure of its ambush. You stand nearby your teacher and her friend Heyra, ready and willing to destroy this mimic.Awful thing. You're rather happy you three are the one who found it rather than some poor patrol guard or villager.>Cont
Been having a bleh kind of mood lately but let's shoot for tuesday
>>6353920Your mind drifts around as you walk for what seems like a good hour but the oath stretches on in front of you both as if it's endless, but least the terrain and soft grass made it easy to walk. You wonder a little bit as you look down to see the talk grasses sway out of the path your foot makes as you move forward and it seems as though you're learning more about your bindings than you expected today. Some sort of slight power over grasses in particular? Maybe when you get a chance to properly study your bindings you'll have more figured out.Speaking of study, you peek around with your spiritual senses and find that the entire paths boundaries are full of power that keep them in place, acting as a sort of physical and magical wall of sorts. Ghesha is most definitely more than she seems if you had to guess, and maybe even closely related in power and perhaps even lineage to the rulers of this forest. You do notice the few odd trees here or there during the long walk that have a bud or two on the branches with particularly high concentrations of magic in them. Not that you can slow down of course, Ghesha keeps her pace and you don't slow down to investigate, but maybe you'll be able to barter for some nice materials once you meet this noble pair of spirits."Mmmm" you hum, lost in thought as you follow your guide. Ghesha notices and turns as she walks, then slides above the grass backwards as she raises a brow. "Well, that's quite fancy."Ghesha shakes her head and waves your words off. "Nothing to it," she says modestly, "hardly any spirits of this wood cannot glide as I do now. It's part of the courtly training to use the faintest bit of power to do so. Your boots themselves are almost doing as I am even now."You look down to your Grasscarpet binding and back up so you don't end up looking like you're completely oblivious to what you've bound. Maybe the crawler was a better hunt than you expected. "It would be nice to learn to do that without having to bind it. Maybe I'll see about some lessons once my current business is finished up.""I assure you it won't be long until we reach the palace."Your brow raises again and no sooner do you look forward than a sudden end to the path comes up in the form of a large gate of braided grasses and bush wood. Ghesha is quick to call forth to the gate which opens almost as soon as you've gotten within reaching distance of it. You wonder how much of this is flare or routine as you cross the boundaries of the threshold and a scent of dew grass wafts up to you thats almost thick enough to taste. Ghesha begins to walk again, deeper into the grounds and you marvel at what meets your eyes.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358266After a bit of gawking you realize that you've never actually properly visited a spirits domain, much less been invited into it. That was left to your master Oranya who never brought you along when she took a trip to any spirits personal home, only in open bartering where you watched her press back against any extra wiggle room the spirits might rarely try to get with her. You've overheard them complain it's like trying to coax water from a rock in the rarer times they'd voice their sentiments about her.So imagine your surprise when you've blinked the light out of your face as you cross the gate threshold and come to see a gorgeous, vibrant green-tiled palace with grand pointed arches that dazzle and capture your eyes, let alone how high the point of the roof rose to! It reminded you a lot of the peaks of the very mountains that serve as your village's cradle.Ghesha coughs politely and smiles, perhaps a little smugly, and ushers you to follow her inside past the enormous entryway doors that are pulled open by some unseen force.The hallway just past the doors is a solid verdant color, like the leaves of acorn trees during the peak of summer and rays of daylight magically shine down onto the sides of the walls you pass through. Each shaft of light perfectly frames some kind of dizzying mix of green paint that somehow perfectly makes up a portrait of two tall figures embracing one another in every last frame you can see. You're so absorbed in the sights that you almost miss Ghesha trying to catch your attention."Pardon me, lady Ghesha, I was a bit distracted."There's a little twitch of something behind her eyes before she smiles again and faces forward as she slows her pace and indicates for you to catch up to her. "I understand, sir Totemist. I'm sure my Lord and Lady will be pleased to hear you were so enamored with the decor. However I must give you a critical and urgent warning."You're all business now. This is your first impression and you don't want to screw up so deep in spirit territory. Upon seeing your shift in attitude, Ghesha nods.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358277Ghesha guides you further down the vast hallway, something that somewhat reminds you of the long trail you'd been walking not that long ago, and about ten or so minutes sees you arrive at a large door crafted from wide blades of flattened grass twice as tall as you are, with a frame of intertwined bush wood that looks deceptively delicate. Guards stand ready at both sides with eyes perfectly forward, and the only odd one out would be a thickly dressed -or perhaps grown- and armored figure that stands still with a sword of bright magic slotted into the grassy floor beneath them. It's hands are curled around the hilt, though you're not really that sure if the brown fingers are part of their actual hand or gloves they wear, but they stand against a wall to the far right that you can't help but notice.Your pause catches Ghesha attention and she turns to face the figure with a pleased gasp."Ah! Greetings, good knight Pine! Did you happen to gather young lady Ekasta?xThe Pine figure nods, specifically towards the double doors Ghesha was leading you to and you hear a soft, draining sigh from her as she regards the doors."I see. This will be... delicate then."A sound like the creaking of a tree in the winds rumbles from the knight and its head faces forwards as it had been before as if it never moved at all. You guess this must be the usual from them.>Should you be worried?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6358283>I hope that Ekasta won't be goading me to break the rules
Use your knowledge of Cartoons to steal the F-16.What will you do after you've stolen it?
>>6326168IdiotWhat if it stops raining? Then you fall out of the sky
You take the F-16 for a joyride. But sirens blare, and an AA gun shoots you down. The world turns black… until a sliver of light breaks through the darkness.Tearing your eyelids open, you find yourself inside the cockpit of an F-16C Fighting Falcon. Somehow, it carries infinite bullets, 70 missiles, 16 4AAMs, and 5 flares. “Da fuck?” you mutter.Peering out through the canopy, a deep blue sky stretches above you. Below, a shimmering ocean rushes past, dotted with scenic isles.Your confusion deepens. Then, an oddly familiar voice crackles through the radio: “Glad to have you back with us, Mobius 1. This is AWACS SkyEye. I’ll be, once again, serving as your eyes and ears for this mission.”Mobius 1? SkyEye?Aren’t those names from the popular 2001 fighter jet video game Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies, published by Namco for the PlayStation 2? How strangely specific!You remember playing it once on an emulator a couple of years ago. Could it have left such a strong impression that you’re now hallucinating about it, while your real body is presumably tumbling toward Earth inside a burning aircraft?But the feeling of the flight-stick in your grip, the low hum of the engine in your ears, and the warm sun glaring down on your bald scalp all feel too real.Can this be real? Or could this be...Stangereal! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6331267Strafe an Arabian wedding, or an elementary school, whichever one you find first.
>>6326624I like this once, I haven't been posting cuz most of these ideas make no sense even by cartoon standards
>>6332462I am OP, my IP reset
Pick Race>Orc>Goblin>Troll>Bugbear >CyclopesPick Location>MountainsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6326379>Warlord
The lack of food worries you, the shamans say we'll break apart if it runs out. You have a stockpile of bones to keep fed for a while. Your 3 shamans have grown into the tree allowing them to be closer to the forest. Korg ponders over his options.Tribe Action >Expand the hunting grounds around your home.>Mass a hunting party with your warriors and stockpile more food.>Migrate to an area with more food.>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
>>6326956>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
>>6326956>>Scout find out what is causing the lack of food.
Planet Dump25... Widely known as one of the worst planets in the galaxy, but not as bad as Dump26. The sickly glow of a diseased star irradiates this misbegotten place daily, providing a feeble facsimile of sunlight to the two and a half species of MISERABLE FUCK that live there.the ELLY is a photosynthetic creature that uses its big veiny EARS to gather SUNLIGHTthe PHANT is a CARNIVORE, it EATS the ELLYthe BUTTLEECH is a FREELOADER, it SUCKS poop from the PHANT's buttPerhaps in time, these genetic rejects will give rise to a thriving ecosystem... But probably notRules:1. Find a creature suffering from environmental pressures2. Copy it into MS Paint (or any other anti-aliased drawing program, if you're fancy like that)3. Add a feature to the creature that will make it better at not dying4. Reply to the post that had the old creature with your new, improved creature (and describe how it's different)It's that easy! And they told me you needed a degree to be an evolutionary biologist...
>>6328151Yup. They fly now.
>>6333269Here is an evo that does not require a picture, more of a social evolution.So you know how chimps do social grooming, picking each other clean of the various bugs and parasites that live in their fur? Well, the Gnorsh starts to develop something like that.Herds of Gnorsh will practice social grooming by way of brown-nosing each other. But this ain't because they have a fart fetish, it's to help remove buttleeches from their herdmate's body. Fewer leeches, the fewer nutrients get lost to b the parasites.Nasty? Absolutely. But Nature is a practical sort not concerned with little things like propriety or decency.
>>6327572The inflated buttleech's neck grows longer so that while they may float atop the polluted waters of Dump25, they may still suck down delicious sludge.
>>6333833the advent of grooming creates strong "social" bonding among genetically close members of the species, grooming offers next to no dirrect benefit to the individual this "indirect fitness" benefits there genetics to spread in the population with frontal bottom "pinching teeth" with a narrow channel between the teeth allowing for vedging protrusions to pull and slightly motile flat gripper teeth that all around makes grooming easier
>>6328153longer mouth increases reach and killing power to snatch up prey along with just some skin secretions to lower that chance of parasites
MondayGrid Sector 11873, Defensive Position "Razorback"The Bradley 1A5 kept firing with it's auto-cannon at the incoming target. One of it's tracks, the left one, was damaged. The rack of guided missiles had been emptied days ago and there hadn't been the chance to refill them. Quartermaster "Godmother" was inside the basement of a ruined house, missing it's second floor and portions of the first. The structure of plywood would provide minimal protection or cover, which was why he was underground. Beside him was Jack Price, the Engineer from MARS Incorporated, now a Lieutenant in what remained of the Armed Forces. Finally, if he was still alive, was Capt. Harry Grand from the Air Force. --In the basement was a Javelin guided missile, loaded, but with no available reloads. There was also MARS MPAR, a laser guided upgrade of the FGM-172A SRAW project. That system and a single reload were bundled together. Both would require firing from outside or the precarious top floor.The other explosive options were the drum fed, six shot 40mm Milkor MGL.... OR three disposable AT-4ERs.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352584This being the case, Red will maintain a defensive position for the time being, not wanting to be caught off-guard.
The radio chatter began to quickly come in as a series of updates, followed by laser rangefinder pings and updates on the C4S laptop. "We have six fast movers on ground," radio squawk. "Eight, we got two more," "What do we do? They're moving fast."They appeared to be fast moving vehicles, of unknown type. They were emitting smoke and travelling at a speed fast enough to indicate they weren't tanks, if their general shape didn't give that away.
>>6354910Down to Godmother & Asvos, Red throws her voice, "We got a blitz...!"After a brief moment of thought, she then radios,"I'm prepared to spray when I've got eyes. Just need covering fire to keep me from getting sniped... Could also be a suicide rush on their part. Afix bayonets, keep shovels nearby, et cætera." Dana will maintain a position watching with a mirror, and, having now donned a black beanie to cover her distinct hair, awaits the right moment to open fire...She'll radio one last clarification:"Remain hidden, await signal to fire RPGs on the two. The signal will be the MARS firing on the six. Make it happen."
>>6351882 Thanks for the well wishes, they were okay but busy, and things like this keep slipping my mind.>>6355302Well, there's little else for it. Keeping an eye on where the backblast would go, Godmother keeps an RPG nearby, looking to Avros to know when to rise and maybe, possibly, somehow hit a shot. He's not confident.
>>6358111Just glad to hear from you again. I got a nice commission with some Christmas money. Pic related.Red remains prepared to engage, but expects other units to make the first attack she described.
in a meaningless world, a girl finds heaven in scarlet mist
happy new year (real) (:P)and thanks i'll try my best to enjoy it>>6353152i'll say you can read greek well (classical literature), write it decently, not too much practice speaking>>6353689the idea was that pack-members help shore up each others' weaknesses, so outside of the initial generic mind boost for actually having a packmate, the effect from this holmstead bond increase was a choice in boosting one of the stats with the largest differences between melissa and clover
>>6353146Think on a plan while eating breakfast>(and wait for Clover’s latest text)
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>6353149>Thoughts drift and find root in Hermione's mind. A dandelion sprouts. She remembers having to read those Arthurian Romances in French. Aurelia would stay up late reading them. Hermione would write commentary in the books, switch their covers, and randomly put them on the shelves. She despises the poet Chrétien for starting it and the city he came from. But magic does exist. Could there be a kernel of truth? Was there a lady of the lake? A grail, a sword cast into water, or a wise king's signet ring? Surely they would be immune to the ravages of time. Surely they deserve a proper owner. Surely her. The weasel might know the truth. INT: Could a Wish gather the relics and turn them into guns?
>>6355725megakinomega mega kino actuallythis is now a fate quest (lmao) (:P)
>>6355745>this is now a fate quest (lmao) (:P)gacha hell
Howdy everyone this quest is inspired by Tower Dungeon, Dark Souls and gritty fantasy. With a rather flexible take on the Basic roleplaying Universal Game Engine is the basis for characters, skills and combat. _ One Hundred years have passed since the last Vexana Cosmesis influxia - The alignment of stars necessary for the correct partitions of the many seen and unseen angles of reality, allowing the beyond to grasp the physical once more.Since that moment every hour, minute and second has been counted as Kingdoms heed the awaited dirge. For the First City has returned to the world for just ten years until it is swallowed back by the accursed void, bringing with it relics of the past and horrors of a prophesied future. Dancing along the manic death spiral of time with little reason. Within the fabled Bed of Incongruity promises immense power and eternal life for all that sunder their way to the hidden cavity. Countless named and forgotten treasures of equal might and greater also await those mad enough to brave the damned metropolis. The First City lies within once blessed lands, yet the centuries of isolation and exposure to distant dimensions has taken its toll, scattering the returning landscape with foreign contaminants, alien threats and unnatural constructs. The City's interior itself is a celestial hovel of unnatural geometry as reality bleeds away at the very point where the veil between the many planes awaits, existence is only a second thought here. Many such explorers claim to have witnessed their compatriots simply uncoiling from reality and ascending to the heavens without warning. The stars have aligned and the way is known, through the hazy miasma the Insane, Brave and Desperate rush like a tide of crashing waves against its walls.
>>6326326>Inquisitive:"Just to map?">Beastman Knight
>>6326329Supporting. Sadly we are fucking dumb as rocks, which is probably why we came here in the first place
>>6326326>>Inquisitive:>>Robber Prince
>>6326326>Inquisitive>Beastman Knight
Welcome to CBF, a game set in the cyberpunk future of Charleston, SC, using the horror/urban fantasy world of Changeling: The Lost (and most of the rest of World of Darkness) as it's larger backdrop. You will be a Changeling, someone that was taken by the True Fae to an alien realm, Arcadia, across the hedge between reality and dreams. They left a Fetch behind in your place, a simulacrum that took your place among your friends and family, making your disappearance unnoticeable. While in captivity, you were traumatized, and forcibly transformed into a creature, or perhaps a decoration, or tool. You've since escaped, back to the real world, back to Charleston, SC, now, in the year 2198. You command certain supernatural abilities by making contracts and pacts with the forces of nature and reality, and can also make magically binding bargains with other Changelings and mortals. To non-fae creatures, you are by all appearances a human, maybe quite similar to your original self, but possibly older, younger, scarred, or with certain traits having since been altered - time passes in strange ways within Arcadia, and the marks left by the True Fae vary in their subtlety. Other Changelings, fae creatures, and certain other supernatural beings, however, can see past the Mask of concealing faerie magic, and view your true self - be that a musclebound troll, or an automaton cobbled together from wax and copper in your own former image. Megacorporations and stranger monsters than yourself pull the strings of society in these neon nights, and you will struggle with maintaining your humanity, and sanity, while navigating the maddening world of the fae, and the soul-crushing dystopia that's been produced by generations of greedy, sociopathic humans. You escaped from the creature that abducted you some ten years ago, and have survived in that time by honing your skills and picking your battles.
Your lunch with Rupert is a refreshing change from some of the more stifling negotiations you're forced to endure across the average work week. He's got a lively sense of humor, and like yourself a deep appreciation for curiosities and history; it's as much a part of his trade as it is yours to gather information, catalogue it, and study whatever it is his clients put in front of him. You switch to water after the two of you finish your bottle of Takara, and he shifts to Paper Tiger's own in-house beer, which is brewed with synthetic-rice they print on site. Once you've both finished your meals, you depart ahead of him, conjuring the small amount of real, friendly warmth you've got in you to give a proper goodbye. Then, you're off to the car with White Rabbit in tow. "I've logged the new intel, sir, and placed the auction on your calendar. Celestia and agent Howlett have both confirmed their attendance at dinner this evening, and a catering crew began preparations six minutes and twelve seconds ago." Your companion offers as the vehicle returns to the landing and the door opens upward. "Great, go ahead and let security at Halberd know we're en route." You reply, settling into your seat. The drone floats in after, the door closes, and your vehicle begins to lift off again. A beat passes. "Hey, let your hair down for a tick and be really honest with me, Wyatt... Am I being a fool about V?" You ask, looking into his optic lens. The camera beneath the plastic oscillates one way and the other for a moment, before there's a response. "I don't believe so." He says simply. >Cont'd
"What makes you believe that?" You prod further. Another momentary pause, as if literal gears are turning for the robot as it calculates what to say. "While continued proximity does raise the probability of drawing Mr. Murtagh's attention, and therefore possibly his notoriously covetous desire to possess rare talents - by seventy nine point four three percent based on my projections to be precise - your isolation from Vincent has likely contributed to the deterioration of his condition." There are a couple of quiet clicks from within his chassis after this, and the camera rotates again. "Using all currently available data, I project that without any further intervening on your part, Vincent has a ninety eight point two percent chance of successfully expropriating the Nike Decades from Mendoza. There is a thirty point seven seven percent chance he successfully achieves both ingress and egress of the Roaming Ribcage alive. There is a four point one percent chance he maintains functional lucidity by the end of a three year term starting from this date." You sigh, and look out the window. "A lot of numbers, a lot of possibilities, but what does that have to do with me, whether I'm being an idiot? I've got a lot to lose. He doesn't have much left." Your eyes scan rows of smoke stacks and traffic drones weaving through office complexes. "I mean no offense by disputing you, sir, but the answer is simply that you still care for his well being." He says. You continue looking out the window, but don't say anything more. He's right, after all - you wouldn't have asked, otherwise. You consider that in silence for a moment. Maybe it's good that you're having these uncharacteristically empathetic impulses. But maybe it will just get you both killed. Or worse...[SESSION_EXPIRED][DISENGAGING_SEQUENCE]
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Annnnnnnnnd finally>>6357075>>6357075>>6357075If you were keeping up with this quest (thanks again!!!!) but don't keep up with /qtg/ (I can see why, some of the guys in there are very strange), these are some ideas I have for a different quest since I am putting this on the back burner for a while. Please consider weighing in on what I write next!
>>6356897Shame but at yeah LOZ should be fun and judging by the first thread more popular
The president put on the ceremonial gowns, now knowing the terrible conventions of society.A forbidden fruit, offered to her by subordinates and friends, that which they all deemed an essential part of youth; the what to say, the what not to say; the great secrets of seduction; the three gazes of the man-eating leopard; “The height of skirt that melts the inexperienced virgin”. And she endured it all, like a woman. She endured to have them play with her, as if a rag or some mauled doll; only by the time they began to imply that the size of a bag was perspectively proportional to the osseous width of her body, she had already ran out of patience. And with the skirt, and the blouse, the inconspicuous accessory and the invincible bow of black hair, victory was served with imminence, and tremendous prematurity. As the lead of the Paranormal Investigation Club, she was in labour of solving mysteries in the company of her most trusted. Who hasn’t heard yet about the rapist of human souls, the phantom on the staircase, or the not single instance when the devil went and took the farmer's cows for a dance? After that, and many other adventures together; seemingly united, in their hearts she earned a deep place with her pure merit. And this time it was their turn to prepare her with the ubiquitous knowledge, to face the unknown, and perhaps even… to scare her fears. Trembled the world when the day came, Surely, long had spilled been the tea; and yet, in shame, a single drop lied and dared not to be spit. She, and she alone knew; thoughtless, truly thoughtless the compromise had been conceived. Upon their first and only conversation she was met with a sudden and unknown boiling emotion. She couldn't admit; the temptation was too much to bear. From the pure desire to partake in that which impossible is, agreed they to meet the next Sunday, despite knowing her she lived in the neighboring city. And even then, prepared and committed, without respect for distance, without fear, she departed on the afternoon, towards a station lost in time, lost from reason, all so she could ever meet with him... the next morning.-The Hairy Hand is a quest ruled by contradiction of wills and whims The President has towards all gruesome realities awaiting. Survival is doubtful, and physical integrity is never assured; bad decisions are ultimate. Players can cumulatively pick a maximum of 3 choices, once 3 different courses of action are picked, no alternatives can be proposed nor votes. Actions are taken upon popular vote, effected at irregular, arbitrary and unforgiving times. Small and menial actions may be taken by individuals at times; affecting or not the outcome of an encounter. The whims of a few may just suffice to change The President's fate.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]There's no reason to not choose this
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]
Oh, its not archived yet, guess we better continue.
>>6353117It would be nice, I was expecting at least for one bad thing>>6339326 to happen to her.
>>6353117Decide not to go.
You are Gamma the Lich. Your phylactery was found by an elf mage and shattered, but you had a last resort kind of deal you prepared with one of your servants, a wicked druid called Sima, where upon your phylactery being broken your soul would escaped and instantly be reincarnated on someone random somewhere.A few years of unconsciousness passed in a flash, and lo and behold, you're a teenage girl in some backwards village. Seems like you're being gangraped by orcs.Oh well, so that was the traumatic event that would awaken you the druid spoke about.You consume the fraying soul of your host and regain a sliver of your magical powers.You'll make sure to use them wisely.There is still the small issue that a bunch of orcs are raping you though...You got enough magic to cast 10 levels of spells. You do know some wicked epic level spells you could cast, but honestly, seems like an overkill.You basically know every single necromantic spell ever, even some no one else knows.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325702That was close for the other nasty ones. > Gather food - so they don't starveEvery choice has a negative and a positive. But I think feeding them something other than the gruel before will boost morale a lot and allow them to have clearer thoughts. Even better if we can get some bait for rodents. It will make the Gathering them easier.
>>6325736The girls gather a bunch of blueberries, fruits, mushrooms, even some fat grubs and rabbits, then every night before sleeping we build a small fire to roast whatever is roastable, and partake of a hearty meal.You hear some weird things in the night, but you laught it off. You are the thing even other monsters fear when the sun goes down.On the third day, you see a village in the distance, a small settlement, maybe a thousand people. They have some farms, you can see the smoke of a forge, so they probably mine in the nearby caves, but little else. They have some spearmen patrolling the perimeter.You have about 150 SOUL POWER left.> Approach the village, say you've escaped a bunch of orcs> Destroy the spearmen and claim the village as your domain> Hide in the caves and kidnap a couple miners to learn more about the village> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325738New place and unknown culture to us, with to few to really make a good attempt to claim much of anything.> Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather informationThe forest allows for freedom, but risk to the orcs and unknowns. I say move to the caves and with luck the orcs hit the town and we just have to deal with a random animal in the cave.
>>6325752Pondering that you have no way to know how this strange culture will react to you, you decide to hide in the caves. But you send a couple girls, instructing them to say they escaped form the orcs, to gather intelligence.Within, you find a Bear. Your baby is hungry and wants to eat it.> Kill and eat the bear> Shoo the bear away> Kill the bear and raise him as undead> Write inAfter a couple days, one of them shows up at the caves."The villagers have had problems with the orcs before and welcomed us well. The people here are very trusting. They are part of a kingdom called Merryland. They expected us to find roles within the village very quickly. We've been helping with cooking and today I volunteered to bring food to the miners, then I slipped by here to tell you about it."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325757> Kill and eat the bearThe baby is likely our main way to fight and save energy.> Kidnap and sacrifice a few peopleInformation is a power in it's own right, but time will allow for only so much gathering. It's a risk for sure, but with luck maybe the orcs can be blamed. The other thought I have is for us to plague the food and water of the town. Starting with small things that could be seen as that has been around for some time. With luck we weaken the fighters to allow us time to gather needs before we move.
