"To Truth and Justice!"The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices.You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew:The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague.The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim.Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one.And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike."...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free." One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
In a manner of speaking, that is. Your parents, civil servants with some experience in various arms of the bureaucracy first with the Earth's various governments had both taken up jobs in Systems Alliance and in case of your mother even Council-affiliated institutions that would allow them to move to the Citadel where you would occasionally visit them between one expedition and another.You recall the last time you saw them."Break a leg, son, and always look before you jump." Dad said, his omnitool still showing the galactic chart from when you were describing the region you were headed out into, one of recently colonized systems in the Attican traverse."Better yet, don't jump at all. Ancient autochthons were certainly capable of constructing stairways." Mom added as she handed you a satchel of sandwiches and a few flavors of compact travellers' nutripaste."You'd be surprised." You said with a small smile. "But I'll try."You had bid them farewell, as you did several times before, sometimes after an argument when it came to considering alternative career paths.You were glad it was not one of those times. That moment of warmth gave you a measure of peace as you deployed with the Adventurers, each harrowing fight after the next.Perhaps that was also a reason why you didn't visit them again since the Reapers arrived and you've signed up with the faux N7s. To this moment you were unsure to what extent you had actually believed the war - the crisis, you remind yourself - could be actually won. Perhaps that's why you didn't try too hardComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The damage was however wider than just to what was caused by spaceborne weapon. There were crashed vehicles, superficial structural damage and debris nobody was apparently in position to fix or clear, some that might be consistent with fires, looting, firefights and of course activity of Reaper creatures.But there was silver lighting to be had as well. Or rather golden glow emanating from various structures at ground level. There were survivors! And in multiple spots across the district, if you interpreted the sensor readings correctly. You were certainly going to be checking on those. Only question would be in what order. First, though, you would have to complete the sweep to find them all."Chariot, are you keeping track of the survivor locations?" You ask into the comms."Affirmative. We will have a proposed path for you once you cover the area in your current flyby. Posting suggested route…" Eve replies and a batch of navigational data appears on your HUD and you adjust the course accordingly, taking a turn before passing a bisected arcology. You throw a glance at the structure as you pass it by, wondering if you might spot - well, perhaps a scavenger seemed more likely than a survivor here.But instead it's Kris who sees something of interest."Ford, I've got something. Movement and what may be a weapon discharge. Placing a navpoint now.""Got it." You turn around in the pointed direction immediately. It was only a block ahead, and you could see the flashes now, though not make out either the shooter or their target. Whatever was going on, someone was sure to have been in trouble.The new question then, was how would you approach it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6383773>you didn't try too hard ...to get a rotation of R&R on the Citadel between postingsshame on me to not use the pause due to the odd rangeban to double check.
>>6383774>"Kris, take the wheel." -You will use the jetpack to leap directly into the action.It's quicker. And cooler.
>>6383774>>"Kris, take the wheel." -You will use the jetpack to leap directly into the action.
>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6344652>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellHeliopolis Colony has been Destroyed. The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the VesaliusOnly we have to know it's here after all, and if they'll stay neutral then there's really no danger. (backstab 20 episodes later...)
>>6377809>>6378103>>6378149It only took you leaping up to Athrun's cockpit and disengaging the emergency lock to look at Athrun's stunned expression.In particular because, maybe for the first time ever since meeting. You're scolding him as you look sternly at them "What was that, Zala?"That much seemed to recompose the young redcoat as he let their hands go from the controls of the Mobile Suit "It was Kira's... I... I didn't think right at this moment and just-."Your stern gaze softens as you once again remind yourself of the conflicted emotions and sense of duty clashing with an old friendship... This Kira Yamato.He's certainly lived quite the interesting life in the interim to end in opposite sides like this.Letting go of Athrun as you tell them to begin preparing to depart, you dropped down and turned to Lowe as he crossed their arms.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378753[ https://files.catbox.moe/u68h3n.mp3 ]Lowe's Red Frame tossed the Green-Frame's shield as you caught it within the MS' off arm, Athrun deciding to flash a thumbs up with the Aegis as he realized the gesture."My apologies for my behaviour, Junk Guild... Thanks!" He sounded off, the Aeegis focusing away to disengage and return to the Vesalius as you...You somehow... Got what they meant in regards to meeting again, a little.It sound vaguely poetical in such a way but it seems there's truly a magnet-like connection for these Astray frames Morgenroete produced.Which left you with a somewhat relaxed weight in regards to your trip to the PLANTs...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378762The Fortress of Artemis has been destroyed by the separated Le Creuset Squadron, with the aid of the G-WeaponsThe Archangel only managing a daring escape from the crumbling asteroid fortress, as its crew rescued and heralded a chunk of retreating soldiers from Artemis itself, stocking the forces and crew provided within the vessel.As their one and only Coordinator Pilot, once again questioned his own will to fight against the increasingly dire circumstances of the Archangel's ongoing silent run.[ Miguel Aimann has joined the crew of the Nemo, The Archangel's forces have received refugees from Artemis, Tolle Koenig has begun training to pilot Mobile Armors. ]
>>6378764>>6357021Brand new thread.>>6382068>>6382068
On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic……while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last.You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...…but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6380583I'm once again extremely interesting of your angle of Pokemon.Pokemon Trainer got dipshit stupid activist with their instance of Team Green, I'd LOVE to see an opposing team with ecological claims that are valid concerns.Team Magma did nothing wrong, after all.
>Wake up>No RQM post to read while drinking coffeeWhy even live?
>>6380867>>6382561I'll most likely return in April or May. I've got a couple big weekends coming up (a friend from out of town coming in, and a big pro wrestling promo) and my hope is that my enthusiasm has returned by then.
>>6382575Take care, then.
>>6382575See you then, man.
Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you.After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it!So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home...Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess.
QM curse is real
I'm alive. I've been sick for the past month and a half but I've been working on a chunky update while I'm recovering. Don't know when I'll be done but I promise that I haven't and won't abandon this quest.
>>6372035Godspeed NotIse
>>6372035You just can't catch a break, can you man?Get well soon.
>>6372035Hopefully you feel better, NotIseQM.
You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.
>>6389625>"If it helps more people live full lives, then maybe this is a good thing.">"There's no way I'm replacing anything unless I have to, though."After all...>Drop all this business, get to chatting up Kiikoinen...you can't have kids with a full body replacement.
>>6389625>"There's no way I'm replacing anything.">Drop all this business, get to chatting up Kiikoinen
Next vote is a tiebreaker on the Sigrun-Fahy situation. Then I'll write.
Alright guess not. I'll touch on those on them lightly instead of a more full dive. Writing.
>>6391237I don't think we understood what you wanted us to tiebreak
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391910>>6390351Ah cheers, I forgot to reply to this! Sad to say I don't think I will spill the beans on that because we're still mid-timeskip. But I will say that removing Sir Andrei from Canton for an extended period has given the QM some breathing space to track the political realm back home (without Hurricane Andrei there to throw it into a constant state of chaos like Pascae).
>>6391911>Sad to say I don't think I will spill the beans on thatDamn my anxieties around basically having too abandon best girl for the Cathaggi enthusiasts will have to he eased later.>But I will say that removing Sir Andrei from Canton for an extended period has given the QM some breathing space to track the political realm back homeOh now that's just a tease.Do we know what happens to cradlers once they are taken in as Auxiliaries? Seems like they are at least genemoded along the same lines as Snake eyes.
>>6391904> “COOOONNNTTAAAAAAAAACT!!!!” It is Game. ON. Your mag pistol barks, the clip emptied in a thunderous burst of full auto. At this range you can’t miss, and you mean to draw first blood tonight. Besides, you’ve always liked to start things off with a bang. [Firebrand]This guy would've had us dead to rights if we weren't so good. I can only imagine the other sentries have their own jungle specters we need to kick this off before they get any further advantage over our team.>>6356044Me
>>6391904>*Tap-Tap. Tap-Tap-Tap* You risk moving your hand to subtly click the tab on your ghosthelm, alerting your people over the shortwave. But you otherwise stay still, someone as good as this guy might notice even that. But it’s worth the risk if it means putting eyes on the Auxiliaries pack that must be out there behind him. Somewhere. [Daredevil]I think get others alert cause billets are going to be flying soon>>6355833Me
>>6391904>”… … …” You don’t move. You don’t even breathe. Letting the enemy come just that little bit closer. Close enough to touch. If you can take this forward operator down silently, the enemy will be blind on one front, and the ball will be in your court. [Xenophobe]Fuck it, why not. While I'm very tempted to just mag dump this freak, sending our camp into panic would be a bad idea before the Cradlers attack. I would rather have our boys ready and tense, than in full hollering mode.>>6355895Me
One day at a time....That's what the social worker assigned to you keeps repeating. It is to help with the 'rehabilitation' process or some such bullshit. They shoved you into a group home, tell you to study hard to finish your education and force you to socialize with girls your age.That woman has to know it's useless. You are going to age out of the system and get tossed within the year. What is the point? Everything has no meaning, no duty, no chivalry...This is all the fault of the Pretty Star Warrior bitches and those Arkadian Kingdom bastards!Those supernatural assholes destroyed the Sumi gang with their war over humanity and magic. It's hard to know which one did more damage. Was it the Arkadian Kingdom taking over and tainting every gangsters' heart crystal? Or was it the Pretty Star Warriors handing over all the dirty secrets of the gang to the cops after purifying everyone?Every allied yakuza in the Greater Tokyo association was furious. They issued the zetsuenjo permanent expulsion, a literal death warrant for the Sumi gang. The godfather had to willingly offer up his life and disband the gang to let his underlings off the hook.You remember digging his grave on that remote mountain. You remember the coldness of the soil, how hard it was to dig with the shovel. Hands bled and blood trickled down the handle, but you didn't stop. The grave had to be deep; it had to be proper for a righteous man."Azami..." Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391208Your QM handle could be a good one. That's often the easiest and fastest way to find a QM's body of work.
>>6391208>tagsvillainess. All your other quests have that tag.
>>6391223Azami is a HERO, I say! A protector of children!
>>6391251>She protected children is what she did. She was a brave Japanese woman of honor. In this house, Azami is a HERO, end of story!
>>6391330kek
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMYhttps://discord.gg/SaH8tBttxWith several gods already out of the running, feel free to post a god sheet in the thread if you’re interested in joining in.>Epoch 22 begins!
>>6391648The connection reestablishes, with a slightly more tired voice behind it.“No, I’m the supreme primal, king of gods, king of kings. I’m talking to you in your head, through my servant. I’m not inside of it I’m far away.”“I want you all to go away. But also maybe invite me to your divine union. And I will offer you a share of the mana this primal exudes. For your bravery.”“You leave my servants be and withdraw, in exchange.”The vision ends, once more leaving you with the elder brain
>>6391661"An intriguing proposition layered within a futile bluff" the sectmaster answers with nary a shred of bemusement. "These are not your lands, and that primal has already been marked as this one's prey. It is already halfway ours, and your worshipers will be too if you continue with this foolishness"A finger is raised, forestalling a threat."But this one is a fair monarch, and thus this one shall offer you a test of skill to prove that you have earned this beast, not by ambush, but by heavenly will and enlightenment"The finger points towards the primal."This one's Heliodos is awakened to but a glimpse of Truth, inescapable in its ineffability. She shall grant your convert in turn the very same glimpse, momentarily"The finger folds, and a fist is clenched."Should it comprehend that glimpse rather than stumble in confusion, you will have proven your teachings superior to this one's, and the primal to be yours. Should it fail, then your dominion comes to question, and it is this one's to teach"The hand is cast to the side in a sweeping motion."Bounty matters little to this one. To this pantheon. Only potential for a strife that awakens the lazy, the sleeping, the defunct, the stagnant. You show some already, and should you prove your disciple capable of beating this one's, the price of joining our pantheon of Eternal Strife shall be waived. The condition however-" his fingers trace a blade over his heart "-remains, of total annihilation of the self, and expulsion from the cycle of Samsara, upon betrayal of the pantheon and its ideals. Are you willing to pay such a price, o' conceited one?"
>>6391661Thousands of spines begin to wiggle in panic."In tsss head! tiny giant lizard is in tsss head!? tsss did not know! tsss does not know where tsss head is, but tsss is ok without it! tsss will try not to turn around too fast! does tiny city in tsss head have pots? tsss does not want to break all the pots!tsss would like to leave, but tsss is very bad at moving in..."There is a long pause, followed by a concerning amount of mumbling. The death urchin seems to be trying to say a word that alternates between specific and particular. The spikeball doesn't seem to be having much success."tsss. tsss is bad directions. but tsss master can probably help! or maybe brain sled thing? tsss tired of holding onto brain thing for now, but when tsss catches breath, maybe tsss ride it instead! tsss very prickly though! sorry if tsss hurts brain sled house!"
>>6390881For a moment, the elder predator snorts, disappointment crossing its features at the apparent damage its opening strike has already inflicted. This challenger might be able to give it a good fight, perhaps, but not the duel at the border between life and death it desires. The attempt to address it, however, gives it some pause. Though it cannot understand the words themselves, the passage of eons is ample time for even the most inattentive beast to gain ample experience in interpreting body language, and the humanoid’s motions communicate its intent clearly enough. The Apex lets out a chuff of amusement at the idea of “surprise attacks”, though it seems amenable enough to the idea of allowing the youthful potential challenger to retreat, so that they might come back to fight another day. The idea of letting another dictate the location, however, seems to chafe at the king of beasts. With a much lazier swing of one paw, it gouges out a great gorge in the earth beneath its feet as it eyes the deity, intent clear: If they wish to challenge the Apex, then they may do so whenever they please, but it will be here, and nowhere else.
> Share Logography with Huang> Share Wisdom of Elders with Ervenbloud
On a faraway world, humanity is thriving. Across the surface of this planet, thousands of tribes have been born and most of them have fallen to the wayside in their quest to become something greater – true civilisations. Only the worthy have evolved beyond a tribal state and now they are ready, to leave their mark on the world for evermore.We are following one such civilisation, who call themselves the Croglatovic – the People of the Great Lake, in their own tongue.They belong to the Scavic, a race of people with soft faces, fair hair and blue-grey skin. Like the rest of their kind, they inhabit the Grascan, a vast oceanic forest filled with dangerous beasts and towering trees.The Croglatovic have dominated the shore of the Croglatol and the banks of the Choslitol, a great lake and the river that flows from it into the sea. Here, the forest is thin and civilisation is allowed to flourish without fear of predation.Though most of the Croglatovic still enjoy a rural lifestyle of rearing swine and tending to hives of honey bees, the city of Ancron has become increasingly important to the chiefdom. Hundreds of men and women now work as artisans, copyists and couriers. Instead of growing or butchering their own food, they pay for it with toroc, the shell money that serves as the civilisation's currency. Urbanity is taking hold.Yet the chiefdom still clings to its faith. The Croglatovic have devoted themselves to An, the Allmother and the source of the divine energy that flows through all living things – Drocrom. Though the sisterhood of priestesses known as the drobrac oversee the worship of Allmother, the chiefdom has other gods. Il, the Great Father, the first son and first lover of An, serves as her masculine counterpart, while the Four Winds govern the natural world.The most notable servants of Il are the Brulicruvic, the Truthguard, the warrior caste of the Croglatovic. Armed with spears and dressed in shining scales, they defend the Croglatol from Grovic thieves and foreign raiders. As the chiefdom comes to rely on bronze rather than copper, these soldiers will have to adapt and embrace new technology. Will they find success in this new age, or will they fail the civilisation that they serve?The warriors aren't the only ones who shall be challenged by the shifting status quo. The wily merchants of the Croglatovic might have more avenues for exploitation than ever before, yet they also have to deal with more competition. The Glalividul and Anidan, the chieftain and saint who rule over the chiefdom, may struggle to manage the increasingly clever Glavic, the council of headsmen and patriarchs who serve them. Great change awaits this civilisation.
>>6373173 here ya go>Leave behind three hundred of the Truthguard.>Remain centralised in the city of Droveron and return home piecemeal.
>>6373173miss you op
Archived the Quest, remember to vote anons https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=yet+another+civ
:(I hope OP comes back someday...
>>6379026He'll be back. He makes quality stuff and sometimes just disappears and reappears. He's luckily not a flaker like many first time QM's tend to do.
Lytek was, like most work days, sitting behind his desk. The God of Exalted stroked his white beard after penning a recommendation for a Lunar Exaltation, reviewing his work. Satisfied, the grandfatherly god smiled, and put the letter in his filing cabinet, where a copy would be instantly made and transmitted to Luna. A knock came on his door, and Lytek looked up. “Come in,” he called, raising his hand to both open the door and ready the chair, all without standing. He moved his piles of papers to the sides of his desk, ready to meet this visitor. But it was not a visitor, but his assistant and daughter, Lysidore. “Father!” She said, rushing into the room. “We have an emergency! A whole circle of Sidereals were killed!” Lytek's eyes bulged. He stopped himself from asking details - he could learn them after his work was done. On cue, he heard five thumps in his locked cabinet. The Exaltations had arrived. “Here,” he said to Lysidore, reaching under his desk and offering his cleaning implements to her. “Help me prepare them.” The graveness of the situation pulled down her excitement. Father had never asked her to help him in his duties. Not like this. She grabbed the tools and pulled a few files from the top of his short stack, labeled “Sidereal Exaltation Candidates.” Lytek unlocked his cabinet and five small will-o'-the-wisps floated above his hand. Amber, cerulean, crimson, emerald, ans violet - one for each of the Castes. Pure Essence, empowered by the Five Maidens of Destiny. “Quickly,” he said, “there should be some Dragon-Blooded ready to be lifted to the stars.” In a frenzy, Lysidore spread out and looked down at the files she pulled. All were dynasts of the Scarlet Empire. “The Bronze Faction will have something to say-” “Not when it's this many at once,” Lytek grinned, his white beard moving with his cheeks. Grudges from the Solar Purge still persisted among the gods, especially he who was held back from his duties. The blades of Sidereals held Lytek in check as the Solars extracted and imprisoned his charges. It was a gamble for Lytek, but potentially denying one Dragon-Blooded for the Bronze Faction to steer was worth it. Even better if this Sidereal-to-be did not join the Bronze. Besides, four more Sidereals would join. It will be noted one was a dynast, but it will not be an outrage. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Come back soon Starry...
Well, if the QM isn't going to post anymore, maybe I should make my own Exalted quest instead. I'm sure I could make a bett
>>6362420Dang the curse struck him down mid sentence
>>6362425THE CURSE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THISI WANT MY WOD/EXALTED QUEST TO GO ON AND TO NOT DIE AS IF THE QM WAS STRUCK DOWN BY THE DIVINE WRATH OF THE RNG GODS!!!!!
>>6362445How did ancient peoples trick their gods
Today was supposed to be a day like any other, with boring lessons from teachers that seem to despise their students. That is, until you saw her.She was one of the seniors, and was just going about her day, smiling and chatting with her friends. Thing is, she was completely nude.The even more confusing part? No one seemed to notice it. Everyone was completely oblivious to it.What do you do?>Confront her>Ask other students or teachers if they notice it>Tail her for a bit, see what you can find>Other (fill in yourself)
>>6356586>+1interesting quest, but the last vote being 3 days ago and op's last post being 4 days ago seems like a redflag to me
>>6357981Typical, another quest goes bust under 50 posts.
>>6355876dice+10000
>>6359646Options field. Just below Name, above the post field.
>>6359652alright thanks
You're a monster.Harsh but true. You, Kyle Mercer age 23, are a monster.Take it from me. Real recognizes real. Sure, it's not entirely your fault. You didn't used to be this way, but let's be honest with ourselves here: the difference between you now and the Old You is that the New You just doesn't care anymore. Peel away the skin, strip away the gossamer thin wrappings of civilization and society, and what do we have underneath?A creature of instinct. Hunger and hate. You. A monster.
>>6391514>Stall for time. YOUR GOD IS COMING. They know if they kill her, you kill them. You dropping the knife is a win you'll have to gamble that they'll spend time to get to. Start talking, ask for a gaurantee of Ellen's safety. Ask questions. Give your father the victory of laying you low and making you beg.
>>6391514>Drop the knifeKnife doesn't matter so much, sacred form is what matters, get Ellen backStill shaking over the trip 1s
>>6391524>>6391568>>6391891Combining and writing.>>6391891>Still shaking over the trip 1sIf there's one thing Kyle's learned it's that we play the hand life gives us.
And yet again I am continually surprised at how much humanity you have left. You could tear through these punks so easily, but Ellen matters too much, doesn't she? You're not quite ready to throw away the woman who willingly followed you into Hell.There's only one small spot of hope here: your god is coming too. You need to hold on long enough for that."I drop this knife and you'll kill her anyway," you say.To her credit, Ellen's face remains impassive. Fear only shows in her eyes, that lingering uncertainty of the fate of her soul if she dies. She doesn't want to end up here forever. She doesn't want to end up like the Drowned Ones.Jaighden grins a little wider. "Trust me.""You didn't bring me out here to kill us," you say. "So what's the point of all this?"You're surprised to see a flicker of emotion on Jaighden's otherwise washed out face. Irritation. "Ask Him.""Take me to him and I will."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392040I wonder if they all blink at the same time as part of their freaky hivemind connection lol
All preparations are over. No more distractions. You gotta get the plan underway. The main objective is to drag the head of the mafia (Gianluigi Youhao) out of his own little bunker. Thrust him into the spotlight his men are creating, and let the law enforcers do their job. This is the only way he’s going to face justice before he moves to a safer place. No other window of time. No other opportunities.The first part of the mission is to go through the hidden passages in the sewers that lead directly to the Youhao Clan Headquarters. Celia knows the way through these catacombs, and the base like the back of her hand. “Hey, hey, who died and made you queen? You’re not coming with us, are you?” Celia slips out of Lydie’s friendly arms. The eccentric fan club leader ended the last thread holding you both.“Haven’t you noticed?! We’re divided into two teams. We need our beautiful flame wielder!” Lydie points at you and Rora. “Our intrepid yet sneaky thief!” Lydie points at Crossbill and Celia. “And the wildcard with exceptional athleticism!” Lydie points at herself and Matilda. “You know, the essentials!”“So, we are, like, me, Crossy, and Mat?” Aurora is doing the math. You can tell she’s serious since she’s using her fingers.“Count me in.” Matilda is so ready to kick some butts.“Sounds arbitrary, but eh, there’s no idea I can’t make work. Welcome to the best trio, Mat.” Crossbill sees no issue.“Your trio has nothing on us.” You get competitive with your bestie. “Tell ‘em, Celia.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6361401“Hey, there! A face I can trust, this is way better than I expected.” You really relax now.“And it’s the mob boss.” Matilda smirks.“Oh yeah, the mob boss. Suuure. I can carry those in my back pocket all the time, I just don’t brag. Can’t intimidate the newbies, you feel me?” Roger chuckles. “She’s serious, old man.” Celia crosses her arms all smugly.“...Oh, damn, this is solid fuckin’ GOLD! I’d say you all are leaving me without a job, but I was supposed to be retired.” Roger is losing his mind as he approaches Youhao. He shakes his head at him. “Bribed half the force, and the bastard never gave me a cent. Karma is all fucked up sometimes.” “We all are a brew of his own demise.” Matilda is enjoying this.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6361402“Why are you idiots lookin’ all down...?” Odetta has arrived with coffee in hand. “Did someone die while I was gone for 15 minutes…?”“We should stop opening with that line.” You say.“And it was longer than 15 minutes.” Matilda adds.“Whatever.” Odetta knocks on the door to Fort Lydie. “Good luck with your shit.” “Be safe too.” You smile at your ghostly buddy.“Y-Yeah, yeah. Let’s get going! We gotta save the city or some of that corny stuff!” Celia is tired of the awkwardness.“It’s good to see you, kid.” Roger smirks back at her bi-niece.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6361404Thanks for running!
>>6361404Thanks for running.
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
24 hours until the new episode begins! I hope you're ready!>>6361927>ChronoaMost of her anti-you setups left were already taken care of. Mechikabura mainly undid those. But a few, well... Fu is curious how you'll handle certain encounters.
>>6361934>FuTangentially related, but is it possible to tap into Supreme Instinct without transforming? We're gonna put the boots to that BOY one day I swear.
>>6361935Potentially. It is linked to the Berserker Soul, as the core of that rage is icy. As for spoilers, well... We'll see.
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For House and Dominion: A Knight's TalePrevious Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216450/H&D Wiki: https://houseanddominion.fandom.com/https://twitter.com/ThatSlowTypingGYou are Joanna Farrell, a would be Knight from the Dominion of Royal Houses. You are among the few remaining survivors of House Meros, a minor House that fell during the turmoil and wars of the early 41st century. Now you and other aspirants have ventured out into the unexplored regions of the universe aboard the starship Bertrand to seek your fortune and gather resources to someday reclaim your lost House. >The CrewThe now landless 'Errant' Knight Dar'el Camdie has gathered your group of Knight aspirants in the hopes of forging you into a force to be reckoned with. Despite his age he's a capable fighter and tough by the standards of the Dro'all.Chief Miriam Hannah is in charge of your ship the Bertrand and has been acting as its captain for years now. Sergeant Mulyadi Reza commands the marines aboard ship and acts as your training officer. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6391913>1A) Hidden fixer upperwe can use this as a drop off point for deals with Mik and general storage to keep some stuff save should the unthinkable happen but also not too valuable as its position is know(to some)>2) Munitions Sell/keep?Roller MinesSplinter Ammo (Case)x8CCD Plasma Blaster (Case)x1ATGM (Case)x4Shard ATGM (Case)x4Tripod mount Micro Phase Cannon (Case)x1Izuan Power Armor (Where did they get this?)Flight Packs (Case)x2Suit Linked plasma pistol (Dominion)Republic SP Missiles (Added to House Stockpile)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Kalnit and the Marines are all over the CCD plasma blasters. "If you aren't planning on keeping them I'll pay for them. They're perfect for outfitting my drones and the Marines like them as an intermediate weapon." "What's so great about them?""They're middle of the road in terms of capability. Normally they fire a shotgun slug sized blast of plasma to save ammo but the settings can be messed with to fire heavier beams. Not as good as a plasma anti tank guns or a fusion rifle but they're a step up from phase rifles."Reza looks one over. "Just a reengineered neeran plasma pistol. On the higher settings these can be a threat. Especially to lighter armor. I've heard of people getting limbs taken off if it hits them in the joints." "Surely not against power armor?" "Light power armor," Reza looks at Silvar. "High power shots burn through ammo quickly though so it's not the default for Faction use. Guns like these and their original are the reason Hard Plate armor was developed."You ask Ram how his team fared against the roller mines."They shocked us a bit but they weren't attracted to our armor or shields since they're nonferrous so none of us ended up immobilized. Those things will lock down on high density armor and then latch to the floor or walls so you can't move. They're little bastards if one sticks to you."You look up the process to set your pistol to AI War settings. You have to eject the power cell and use a knife to hit a recessed switch. Now you can't get it undone. Shit. The armorer laughs after seeing what you've done."The designers must have figured turning it off was less of a priority. If you needed to use that setting in the first place odds are you might not get a chance to use it in any other mode."
>>6391985Sounds like we should keep them, we know the marines always need more of everything.
>>6391913>1B) Sell to the Alliance>2) Munitions keep?Roller MinesSplinter Ammo (Case)x8CCD Plasma Blaster (Case)x1ATGM (Case)x4Shard ATGM (Case)x4Tripod mount Micro Phase Cannon (Case)x1Izuan Power Armor (Where did they get this?)Flight Packs (Case)x2Suit Linked plasma pistol (Dominion)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
As useful as that hidden berth might be it's damaged and you'd need to set aside resources and manpower to get it operational again. Things you're decidedly short on right now. You had to pull gunnery personnel that turned out to be very necessary in order to man the LST. Desperate for reinforcements set to arrive in a few days, now might not be the best time to take on a base of your own. Approaching Alliance Intel they are made aware that only a few select individuals know the location of this facility. With some appropriate incentives all the sensor logs of its location can be erased. Thus giving them a suitable location for whatever they need done quietly. They offer to pay you 550k for the base. Gemaya assures you all this is a better payout than what the regular salvagers will offer for it. It doesn't seem like much but that base is going to need its share of work.The Chief does save the structural scans to how it was built. When the crew has time they can try to figure out if it's possible to build a similar if not better equipped base in the future. And what will be needed to put it together. Your original underworld contact, the miners, might actually be well placed to do that sort of work for you. As the Marauder is being checked over everyone rifles through the munitions, grabbing a few pieces here and there. The others grab a broken RPG and have it stamped with the date of the operation, hanging it up in the lounge. The remainder is carted off to be sold by Mik. He gives you 400k for the lot. He'll try to get some special offers to you as soon as he can. He'll have a hard time competing with Cher'sion who can order equipment as a Great House merchant. Most of what he can offer is going to be SRL focused hardware. As always you can offload questionable merchandise to him. >>6391918>inform House Tho'ros that we found a suit of Izuan Power Armor in the hands of smugglers.This doesn't come as a huge surprise to them though it is a little odd. All of the armor captured on Auburn Vista 8 weeks ago ended up in the hands of various organisations. Most of it the Alliance, some the Rovinar, a few different Dominion Houses including yours. They did run off a batch of them from the production lines to be certain they were working properly before conversion to the JLA suit production started. Those suits have gone all over with a dozen slated for shipment back to the Dominion for display in various war museums or collections. The serial markings indicate they were not among the last batch produced so someone must have sold them for a quick buck. The Alliance is no longer offering tech bounties for Izuan armor but they have moved them under the buy back program for weapons. They're worth about 50k. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
