"You brothers – such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilised. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t."You were dead. No ifs and buts about it. Yet… Here you were. Alive.Your mind slowly stirred up, synapses sparking as your limbs slowly moved. Your skin registered the coarse linen and the only fabric on your skin, brifers. You rubbed your temples as you scanned your surrounding. The medicae gasped, one of them dropped their metal tray as they all watched you sat up on your bed. “Throne… I’ve never seen anything like it!” “It’s a miracle!”“Sorcery!” Whispers soon grew into praises and doubts. Everything went ignored as you tried to remember…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
So looks like things are going to get busier in my life since my mos's op tempo is really high. I apologize about the early end of the quest, thank you all for participating.
>quest ends because the QM is called by the fucking army
Stay safe shortshotconfig
>>6416806Thanks for running.
>>6413836A week has passed
"You look up at the sky, witnessing the cosmic vastness. Motes of light spread over the distant infinite." "You can hear wind, far away. A cliff halves your view above." "A coldness grips your legs, even with the heat from the burning car you had crawled out of." "Each breath becomes more difficult to take and the pooling blood beneath you creates an uncomfortable wetness." "You are going to die." Shaman "Flesh upon the altar, death a few breaths away." Insect "Another sorry fuck to befall us." Nymph "Cheer up, bozo. I think it could make a fine replacement." Insect "No, fear will sharpen it. Look at it, crawling towards choice." "A thing comes closer to view, the blurry mass defining into a horrid shape." "It's addressing you." Insect "Can you hear me? This is more than an insult wrapped in a handshake!" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You watched the ramen cup turn slowly inside the microwave. Its electric hum in symphony with that of the other machines in your trailer.You had learned to appreciate those sounds.The microwave dinged and you took the cup out, placing it on a counter.Steam rose up while you tore open the seasoning packet.Nymph "I think you are supposed to mix it before the microwave."Taking a fork, you stirred the powder into the broth before carrying it over to the booth table. The Nymph sat opposite to you, her feet on the seat and her back pressed against the trailers wall.She had stolen one of your leather jackets again. Ranger "I don't think so, the microwave would ruin the flavor."Nymph "Hey, I'm all about flavors, but you got to cook it."Ranger "There is no such thing as raw seasoning."Nymph “There absolutely is.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Nymph "Hey.”Ranger “What?”Nymph “Do you think we could request a transfer to Germany? I want to eat a Gnome."You looked over your shoulder and stared at her for a few seconds.Ranger "I'm not sure there are gnomes in Germany.”Nymph “That’s quitter talk. I want to eat a gnome.”Ranger “And even if there were, I doubt they would reassigned us for that reason.”Ranger “We are going east tomorrow, Abandoned coal mine. Make sure nothings moved in since last check."Nymph "Boooooring."Ranger “Last time someone checked was twelve years ago.”Nymph “Do you want to know what I hope to find?”Ranger “I can guess.”Nymph “A gnome.”She laughed at her own joke, you tried not to smile to avoid giving her the satisfaction.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6414591Cute Nymph is cute... but I'm still miffed about the mirror girl. :(
>>6414643That is fair.I do think its something that needed to happen, like when you put a bigger fish with a smaller one at an aquarium.But you are right, I should add a path to not forgive her.
>>6414792I'm not saying that your epilogue is and or that I think the ranger should be bitter forever. I just feel bad for mirror girl and for me OOC, it's still raw.
In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.== Archive==https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KingQM== Recap of our situation ==Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…
“They may have been worrying about their Guru-spawn friends.” Babo retorted with his arms crossed.“Maybe.” Scargot replied, saying nothing else. This irked Babo to no end.“What do you think we should do, Scargot?” Slug asked his most cautious child. He always had to force his thoughts out of him. He sometimes wondered where he’d gone wrong with the firstborn. Too heavyhanded in some aspects? Too lenient in others? Slug laid on his side atop the wide rock and rested his thinking head on a fist.“We wait for you to recover overnight, father.” Scargot replied. “Guru’s children will sneak out during the night, but the Saiyans will stay around to ensure we do not pursue. They’ll use that same cover of the night to send an away team to take care of the device. We three will intercept whatever team they send there as their ki detection capabilities will be blinded by your presence.”The other two siblings quieted down, then looked to Slug.Slug snickered. “How glad I am to have such clever children…” He said as he looked once more to the horizon. “Tomorrow, we end Guru’s legacy and kill whoever dares defy the will of Slug.”His three children looked on over to the horizon as well, the sun setting behind them. Aracol with clenched, defiant fists. Babo, cross-armed with a furrowed brow. Scargot, sitting on that stone of his with a relaxed stance and a neutral, almost sad expression.Slug smiled deviously, his ice-cold vengeance was soon to be served in full. And he was delighted at the thought of tasting it.
Extra post 25 At Frieza Resort Planet #68.Zarbon felt sweat trickling through his face as he watched over the galactic power level detector console in front of him, a humongous device that Lord Frieza ordered built to watch over the galaxy’s power levels. The same device that had once detected his race, Dodoria’s, those of the Ginyu Force, the Saiyans…And it had been detecting power levels that seemed impossible for the past few months. Things that went off the charts, even beyond what Lord Frieza seemed capable of in his first form… His hands gripped up as they laid on top of the desktop area of the console. One of the resort planet’s scientists looking just as worriedly as he did at the results of this new technical check, everything was fine with the machine.“Prepare a thorough report of all the sightings we’ve had for the past few months.” He said to the scientist. “I will bring the news to Lord Frieza.” The scientist nodded as he took control of the device to process the data, he sighed lightly, glad that it wasn’t him who’d go see Lord Frieza regarding this matter.Zarbon grimaced as he walked out of the lab and into the halls of Frieza’s palace in this resort planet. The most ostentatious he’d built so far. It was clear he no longer had any worries over his father and brother’s possible pretenses to his position as lord of the galaxy, the two of them had shown no interest in politicking and were busy with their own projects elsewhere, so he now dedicated those savings he’d prepared for a possible civil war to these… vanity projects. Not that Zarbon had any issue with the fine architectural sense and decoration of the resort’s palaces. He did wonder when he would tire of this planet and blow it up though…He swallowed as he stood by the door to Lord Frieza’s office, he put his hands to his back. “Lord Frieza, I request an audience with your lordship.”“Do come in.” He heard that formal voice of his Lord, ice ran through his veins. The door opened. Lord Frieza was away from his desk, looking at the beautiful views from the spherical window-wall that covered the whole northern side of his office. Frieza had his hands at his back, simply enjoying the sights. The lands of this planet were of a purpleish tint and the orange sky shone with strength.“Your lordship.” Zarbon advanced, took to a knee, looked down and put a hand to the ground and the other to his raised knee. “I… I must inform of you of power level readings that we’ve had for the past few months…”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“You tease me, Zarbon. Just tell me what you’ve observed.” Frieza said with a playful smile. Zarbon grew ever more nervous.“There are power level spikes in the millions in the borders of our space… Rota is now checking the results and triangulating their position.”He saw Frieza’s smile disappear and turn into a grimace. He turned around and looked at him. “Millions?” Frieza said. “How many millions?”“Fluctuating between 2 and 10 million… The most recent spike was the highest and occurred but a few hours ago…” Zarbon replied, he wanted to look away from Frieza, avoid his eyes, but if he did so now, his lord would take offense.A vein of irritation appeared on Frieza’s neck. “And you did not tell me before…”“We… we believed the power level detector was malfunctioning, sir… We-“Frieza raised a hand. “Please be silent.” He said. “This incompetence you display has me worried, Zarbon. I expected more from my trusted lieutenant…”“Forgive me, Lord Frieza!” Now Zarbon bowed his head.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Of course. I expect our investigatory ventures regarding this new matter to bring opportunities to our enterprise…” Frieza said, his smile turning devious. “Whoever would dare reach such high power levels near my empire’s space must… receive a lesson in humility.”Zarbon’s eyes went wide. How strong was Lord Frieza, truly? He’d spoken to him of power levels reaching almost 10 million, and yet here he stood with a smile on his face. Zarbon stood up and bowed. “I will proceed as you detailed, my lord. Would you like me to prepare your personal ship to attend to these matters?”“No, not yet at least.” Frieza said. “I would like to continue enjoying my vacation. Dealing with my brother’s latest antics has left me rather exhausted.”“Of course, lord, I will bother you no more. If you would please excuse me…”“You are excused, Zarbon.”Zarbon turned around and began to walk away at a brisk space, seeking to be as far as possible from Frieza. “But-“ He heard Frieza speak and froze in place.He felt his lord’s glare on his back, a chill ran down his spine. “Do not disappoint me any further, Zarbon.”“Yes, lord.” Zarbon replied, and swiftly left the room.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439053Happy to see you back QM! Hella hype for this.Hopefully Frieza detected Slug and not Vegeta, which would make sense. I don't think Vegeta has surpassed 2.5 million or he's roughly around there. So it would make sense Slug is 10 million.
In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411335Take care, QM.
>>6411335Its all good, See you soon AdleQM.
>>6411335Get good grades QM! We will always be here waiting
>>6411335Thanks for running.
Dont forget to archive the thread.
"Don't wait for me, just get Kimble and start working on him as soon as you can." You say, mashing your hand into your horn as someone lurches to a stop ahead of you."You sure, rook? We cou-""It's more important than me, sir. We have a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time to do it." You pause for a moment and add on. "No man is an island, I trust you guys to handle it.""Not leaving me a lot of room to say no here.""Learnt from the best. If anyone can break him down, it's you.""I'm gonna have his Ivan-ass singing like a bird for us. I'll make sure he knows what's waiting for him in gen pop if he gets put away.""Good. I'll come find you once I wrap up the debriefing.""Sounds good, if I'm busy in the interrogation feel free to take up a seat."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440926>"Not always, but your daughter seemed like a good kid and I've seen more than one good kid end up slipping through the cracks. That's not gonna happen if I can help it."Mark got the call and he had the time, all there is to it.
>>6440926>"Not always, but your daughter seemed like a good kid and I've seen more than one good kid end up slipping through the cracks. That's not gonna happen if I can help it."Also having the same problem as you, maybe you can write your updates on computer and then send it to yourself via email? Assuming you have an email app on your phone, that is.
>>6440926>Write-in >"I'd have shown up like this for any of the kids at this school if I thought they were in trouble and I could help. Don't doubt that. But I confess, I had a, well, a vision about the pouch. I mentioned just now I'm meta - I get these impressions, sometimes. When I heard about her struggling, well, I started connecting dots and figured I needed to check it out sooner than later."I really, really don't trust this and think we should've lied but I am gonna lean in the direction democracy has taken us
>>6440926>"I literally got that patch as a sort of minor hazing my first day on the job after I talked a guy robbing a convenience store to put down his firearm and surrender. Well, one of them. Had a verifiable pile of them pour out of my locker when the story got back to the precinct.">"Second day, had to deal with a youth gang setting up tags and making a nearby bank uncomfortable. Ended up convincing the head of them to rethink the gang life verbally. I visit him and his family now and am currently helping get his tag artist adopted.">"So, yes, I am indeed a stereotypical goody two shoes with a badge."
>>6441143+1 It might be unbelievable, but is actually more honest than "Not always". Cause, yes, Mark actually does this almost every time.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. To them, your only value comes from how profitable your research is.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), but it's really not what you're good at. You were a random accountant before they dragged you into an underground facility that's hundreds of feet underground. Their standards must be low if they kidnapped someone like you.On the bright side, you've been making good progress with all of the anomalies you've been researching. Maybe that's why they hired you? You have a knack with anomalies and their ARTIFACTS. You were told anomalies were born from human ideas and concepts, so maybe this is just you trying to help anything resembling a human? Who knows.All you know is that it's what you're good at, and that alone is enough to keep you going. One day at a time. No matter what gets thrown your way, you'll find a way to handle it.As for what happened recently?NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition is starting to rapidly deteriorate. It seems to be the inevitable fate of anomalies once you get to truly understand them. You're trying your best to stabilize her condition.Your cat, EL FELINO, exploded. In its place, you were left with an anomaly named LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, who has set out to do everything in its power to make your life miserable. Against your better judgement, you've agreed to work with a woman who's been stalking you for the last few days. You still don't get Venti's deal or why she's obsessed with you of all people. At least she works hard.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6437287Genuinely would've posted like two days ago but my internet provider decided to eat shit and die.So I'm stuck waiting for that to return so I can actually post it. The curse is genuinely real.Sorry for the radio silence.
>>6437597Huh?? did I forget my hug timeline? I only remember the first hug when she was heavily injured and the second when she was working with Vincent and the man. When was the third?>>6437619HE LIVES. No worries QM, hope your provider provides.>handholdinglewd.Dont forget she also leaned her head on his shoulder too.
>>6437619I see. Glad you're feeling better, man
OKAY. INTERNET'S BACK UP. EXPECT AN UPDATE EITHER TODAY OR VERY EARLY TOMORROW.Also, listen, you can always try to hug Hidaka. I'm just going to warn you that out of all of your female coworkers, she's probably the closest to Vincent in terms of how she'd react to an impromptu hug.Also. Don't mention the WALRUS OF SPACETIME's name. It is aware of all past and future mentions of it.>>6436297Can't a girl just love a pathetic grey wageslave?>>6436232Can't a girl just enjoy a heat lamp?
>>6438628New thread for those who missed it
The Dark Lord has lost, defeated by the Heroes. Where once there was a mighty empire, now there is only cursed land, waiting to be reclaimed and subjugated by the powers of light, and scattered monsters prowling aimlessly and trying to survive.You are a demon. The mental shackles subjugating your mind to your superiors have been broken in the chaos following the dark forces' complete defeat, and now you're free to act out of your own will.And you sure as fuck don't know where to go from here.You are one of the weakest demons, but even in your current form, you can take on several humans, untrained or with low fighting experience, and win.You derive your power from the souls you collect by slaying humans, elves and other sapient beings. You can spend them to strengthen yourself. Besides regular souls, beings of great power and heroes possess greater souls, which you'll need once you grow sufficiently powerful.Besides souls, you have equipment, objects you will need to gather resources and a skilled craftsman to make for you. Currently, you do not know any, but you will meet some as you explore. Generally speaking, looted equipment is made for people of other races and skillsets, so you will need custom-made pieces the vast majority of the time. You can, however, salvage or modify existing equipment to fit yourself. It would still require some resources and a craftsman, however.Finally, there's your base. Currently, you don't have one, but in the future, creating a place from where to mount expeditions to far lands, house your partners, be they companions or craftsmen, and retreat to and rest in, will be important.OPPORTUNITY LISTComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
There's a tale of a demon that defeated a Lord of Hell.Amid another invasion of the mortal plane, rumours of a stranger passing through the cursed land appeared. A stranger that, when fighting with his companions, was undefeatable. The Lord of Hell thought himself superior, but had to subjugate the stranger himself after his commanders failed to do so.The Lord was slain. It is not known where the stranger demon's strength was coming from. Perhaps it is the runic blade, forged by a master smith after painstakingly learning the magic symbols from a dwarf captive turned friend? Or was it the wards, layers of mighty magic placed to guard a witch's allies from any harm that may befall them? Or was it the indomitable mind, nourished by thousands of souls slain, unyielding even to the Lord's command? Maybe the dozen other companions offering what they can, standing up to dangers that they wouldn't have been able to face alone?It is not known to others. But the truth is known to you. There is no need to share it, though.You travel with a party of friends, and that's all that's important.
=====Some notes:I generally didn't plan out much and was improvising most of the time.The notes I did make were for Bar'dagol and Rivia.Bar'dagol's plot was supposed to be about improving his craft and recognising the other races' strengths. He considered demons superior in all ways to other beings, as you may guess from his words, but as he learned elven, dwarven, and other smithing techniques and interacted with party members, he would change his beliefs to be more accepting (at least to those he may consider allies). He would also become a bit calmer and more patient (though I guess his bad temper didn't show up much in the quest).Rivia's backstory was that she was rejected by a magic academy in the past and turned to witchcraft, joining a coven of the Dark to find somewhere to belong. Her plotline would be her becoming more independent and learning to find purpose in her craft and setting her own goals rather than blindly helping and clinging to others. One trait I wanted to give her is a kind of melancholic worldview where she often would insert poetic comparisons or expressions in her speech, but this only really happened once so far, again we didn't get to these parts because the quest hasn't advanced much.The sudden rise of spirits of the dead was supposed to end next "turn". Other events I had planned were meeting a dark knight and rescuing him from toadmen traps. He would share some info about a beastmen migration. The knight was going north, like the Seer, to escape the forces of Light. There were also plans about an encounter with elven scouts that were scouting the land in preparation for reclaiming it, and an encounter with a party of lesser heroes that you could engage in diplomacy with.Another NPC you could recruit in the near future was a water nymph held captive by tower demons, and you also could talk to dryads if you chose to help Krokrok.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Ok, I think that's all. Last thing I will say is I'm surprised at the amount of comments attached to votes I was receiving. I was very glad to see this. I feel like with how patient and engaging you guys were, I didn't really deserve this kind of players considering my fucked update times and general skill in quest running.I'll get my shit together and run more quests in the future with more consistent updates, maybe I'll see you there. Thanks again for playing.
>>6426012Thanks for running! Hope to see you again someday.
>>6426012Thanks for running and thanks for summing it up. Until next time, then!
''He was many a thing to many a person. The wise mentor, who helped the hero on his way; the able wizard, always able to conjure up new tricks and spells; the trustworthy advisor, there to guide the king or queen on their way to greatness; the beloved courtier, whose suggestions always won favour at court; the loyal friend, who stood by through thick and thin; the compassionate healer, who tended to the sick and wounded with care and skill. All of these were masks in one way or the other, and though many spoke of him, none knew him.He was a king, a priest, a merchant and a sorcerer, and yet he was also the dirty man toiling in the fields and the cutthroat lurking in the alleyway. A thousand roles, and yet he always came back with another: the elven prince, the dwarven master craftsman, the orc warchief, the hooded stranger. He was the priest of the sun god in the sweltering jungles of the south and the incarnation of the winter king in the taiga of the frigid north.But what lay beneath? But a malevolence unrivalled, a desire to impose order upon all life, to make this world rigid and unyielding to his whims. And he played his parts well; sometimes he arose, deceived a people into worshipping him, and made their land, their people, and their culture but a part of his vision.Coalition-building might have been his true strength, both in his favour and against him. His efforts led him far, building an empire that stretched from the jungles over the deserts and steppes to the ice caps. From east to west, from north to south, nowhere was truly safe from his reach.And at the centre of it all lay a place most desolate, a blighted landscape, where nought stood but a dark tower. Here he planned, coordinated, plotted and sat upon his throne, in between leading his dark hosts or going out to conduct his eldritch plans and rituals elsewhere.'' https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewThe deed was done; a rebellion had been squashed once again, their cavern home rendered uninhabitable by your own toxic fumes. Part of you had wished to crawl through, rip the little leader from his hiding hole, and eat him wholesale.But you elected not to; no, instead you made certain that if there were those who had survived, they would never see the sky again, nor would they hew their way out, for you melted the stone shut. When you finally got out of the caverns, the mountain partially caved in, sealing off any chance of escape for the rebels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409927>Princess Malwida
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess
I'm going to be busy with university work, so I temporarily halt the updates, my excuses for the inconvenience.
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess>>6411327All good QM, see you soon!
>>6411327Thanks 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.
>>6402612>as you open your eyes, everything disappears. Your eyes filled with absolute nothingness, before suddenly that nothing becomes something, and you see it. See what Mechikabura had vaguely explained to you, and as you stare at the impossible beingWhen it comes to finding Karn in this insane place. I think Ace might be able to do it.
Soon>>6403377Best not to consider it and ensure it doesn't happen.Perhaps. Or perhaps she had a teacher?It is not of reality, and doesn't follow its rules.Absolutely not.Yeah, trying to step beyond the veil and its consequences is interesting. Almost as if something or someone's done their best to insulate reality from the things beyond.Good question. Better question is where ISN'T Karn? And the answer is inside reality.You'll still be Karn.That's a bit of a cut on Xenoverse lore. As you enter character creator, Trunks making the wish, Shenron says:"Someone summons you, from a land far away... Brave warrior! Now, come forth!"Shenron didn't CREATE Ace, he summoned him.Puddin is powerful, that's for sure.>>6403379Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
this session is going to be another mindfuck, I can feel it
It's time: >>6403401
>>6403403Thanks for running.
You come into the world on a cold morning in a room that used to be a storehouse.Your mother bleeds on a straw mattress while the midwife works between her legs and your father prays in the hall. He prays standing. Kneeling is hard for him now. His left leg was shattered below the knee two years ago by a mace blow at the siege of Chauvency, and the bone never quite set the right way. He does not limp so much as lurch. He was captured in that same battle, dragged from under his dead horse, and held for a ransom that cost him everything. Everything. The silver plate. The grain stores. The warhorses, all three. The income from two villages, pledged to the abbey of St. Rémy for six years. And the castle -- your great-great-grandfather's castle, the seat of the family for five generations -- signed over to the man who captured him. Sire Gérard de Valenne, who lives there now with his wife and children and hounds, and who nods to your father at mass on Sundays with the faintly superior courtesy reserved for men one has ruined.There is only the manor house now. Stone foundations, timber above, a leaking roof your father lacks the constitution or the silver to mend. A mere forty souls in the village depend on upon him. Yet he serves them well. He hears their complaints, settles their quarrels, forgives their debts even when he shouldn't. The old servants, the ones who knew him from his boyhood and followed him from the relinquished castle, say he is a different man since the siege. They mean it as praise. Certainly, your mother found a new depth of love for him in his weakness, his humiliation. You were, perhaps, the product of it. The midwife holds you up, still bloody, and you scream.She carries you to the hall, where your father turns from his prayers. He takes you in his arms -- carefully, because his grip is not what it once was -- and studies your face with grave attention, as though your destiny were writ in the lines above your eyes and he alone the augur who could decipher them. The midwife watches too. So does old Agnès, your mother's woman, who has opinions about everything and a liberty to air them that could only come from long, trusted service.Naturally, it is Agnès who breaks the peace.>She says you have your father's jaw, set firm, even now, as though daring the world to move you. A proud nature.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.
Rest in peace
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.Still hoping for a revival, really liked the writing of this one
Yeah, same. Was pretty promising back then.
>Finished reading>dedShame, i really liked what i read
This is a world of bloodthirsty monsters, ever hungry cannibals, bandits, brutal slavers. Wild beasts rule the deserts and plains, survival alone is a grueling struggle. Not even the strong can make it here in this desolate place.There's no history or record of what it was or how it came to be, there's only survival.Your beginnings will be no different. You will not be the chosen one. You’re not great and powerful. You are not the center of the universe, and you are not special. Unless you work for it.Each choice will take you to a part of the world, it will not be safe nor you will find allies nearby. Choose. >The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert. )>The Slave (Just another slave working in the pits digging rocks and metal to build a pointless statue.)
"If you're hurting for muscle bad enough to be offering me a job, I'd say you three are probably fucked." You start. Your gaze falls on the bonedog that's now sniffing around your left ankle. You lift the foot to nudge him away. "You four." "That's Beef Supreme." Says Dog-Spit, as if it were a perfectly obvious name for the drooling hound. At the words, it trots back over to its master and circles him a few times happily. By the size and scars of the thing, you'd say it must be a full grown adult, but you've seen them grow to be much bigger. You scrunch your nose and lower your blade slightly... then slide it back into its sheath. "Well... Fucked or not, I could use the cats. I'll join up now. But I ain't taking orders from a buncha bandits pups fresh off of an ass-beating. You can organize yourselves how you like, but I'm here on even terms. I want a quarter of the income. I'm keeping my sword." You say these things as fact, but cock an eyebrow at the end as if to question the trio. There's a pause. The wind whirls dust around your feet and breezes between you and the others. Dog-Spit nods. "Alright. You're in." You cross your arms. "Great." Another pause. "What now?" You ask. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409266>>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out.
>>6409266>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out. Bloodspider vengeance arc
>>6409266>Mongrel, eh? All those old wives tales about monsters in the mist are nonsense. I had a duel with Arc once... Was a different man then. Different time. Curious to see how the years have treated him...
The Dragonair lunges and the crowd roars. "Thunder Wave!" you shout, and your partner executes the move with singular grace, electricity crackling across the arena floor. The opposing Machamp staggers, muscles seizing, and for one bright moment the match is yours.A kid next to you turns up the volume on his PokéGear, snapping you out of the memory.You're on a bench in Goldenrod Station with your bag between your feet and a promotional "Moocha" going cold in your hand -- MooMoo Milk and a single shot of espresso, Whitney's smiling face on the cup. The kid next to you, ten or eleven with a Sentret perched on his backpack, is watching Pokémon League reruns on a PokéGear screen no bigger than a playing card. It's not one of your matches, nor your Dragonair, from two years ago. You look away, slightly relieved.Goldenrod at rush hour is an intolerable racket of voices, horns, and traffic. Commuters crowd into the Magnet Train platform while a group of young trainers clusters around a map kiosk, backpacks stuffed with Potions and dried Oran Berry trail mix. A recruitment poster for the Goldenrod Gym hangs on the nearest pillar -- Whitney's Miltank grinning beside bold text: THINK YOU'RE TOUGH ENOUGH? You've walked past it three times in three separate locations today.Your PokéGear buzzes in your pocket. The caller ID reads BLACKTHORN GYM and a name that makes you immediately swipe left to dismiss. You slide the PokéGear back into your pocket. Dragonair's Pokéball brushes your wrist as you do so, faintly warm the way it always is. You couldn't bring yourself to box her or trade her away like you did the others. You've been through too much together.The departures board above the main concourse clicks through its rotations, white letters on black tiles shuffling into place. You hitch your bag onto your shoulder and walk toward the board.>You're here for the Magnet Train to Saffron City, then to Lavender Town, to take over the local PokéMart for your sick uncle.>You're here for the ferry to Olivine City. An old friend is in over their head with the PokéMart they bought recently and has asked (begged) for your help.>You're here for the bus to Azalea Town, where the grandma who raised you has kept the local PokéMart running since before you were born.
I believe.Actually old, old summoning ritual, but...OP is kill.
>>6405308I don't think it worked.
>>6406523Worth a try.
That must be some business that caught OP.
>>6404278Thanks for running.
Infohazard Edition>PREVIOUS THREADhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6253906/>What is this?"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLYA deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules>I'd like to participate!This current arc is coming to a close. When that happens (and you’ll know when), we may have a spot for another foreigner to join the world of Pokémon…or even for a native to enter the stage and become Something More. Until Then…there are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org>Okay, now what?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6420589>>6417376>>6417383>>6420609Espurr watches with amusement as the light show speaks for itself.Together, Espurr, Ribbons, and Spike have made their mark. They give Orner a passing glance before moving on with style...The cat clutches their head as a dull throb sears their skull, but they bear it without question, turning away from the now-shattered barrier as glass falls overhead, tilting their face down and sweeping their Golden Scarf up into the air to strike a valiant pose.>Espurr wins!It's a joy they're looking to experience again in the future.
>>6420586Skitty feels a tug on her mind, turning around briefly in confusion. "Wh–?"Whatever she did, the effect was felt somewhere behind her. Either way... "I think my Move came out back there somewhere. Did anybody else sense that?"She walks past the team's resident aurafarmer >>6420664, following Matchia forth. If the barrier is still up, though, she thinks she might have a place to start investigating.
Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6420676Espurr stays like that until Skitty passes by, after which they resume their usual unbalanced stance.They speak to the Pale One and the one with Two Bows- Spike >>6417376 and Ribbons >>6417383."A final task requires my attention. Our efforts have been successful." That's stating the obvious, but it's Espurr's way of stating praise. "Follow if you so choose.">>6420586With that, Espurr waddles off towards the strange runic device across the quiet battlefield. Kaz seems to have found something... and Espurr takes great interest in the sensation it projects as the 'battery' fizzles and disintegrates. Something's odd about that thing...So they take time to study it and see what makes it so special. All these foreign tools and attachments, with signs and symbols representing and reflecting a purpose they don't know the reasoning behind, only the intent. It was a device meant to capture and hold. They, too, were caught in it. But that didn't last long.>Espurr used Recycle!>Espurr's Recycle Mastery: Introspection! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6420589What beautiful and terrifying symmetry. Opposite forces compounding upon each other, tearing apart something an impenetrable barrier at the very seams.And now oblivion clouds his vision. The others will have to tell him of what happens later. >>6420664He wonders when Espurr grew a spine? Perhaps his curiosity will lead him to investigate the barrier as he would- '_Someone built this cage. I wonder who? How? Why?_' Spike murmurs telepathically to Espurr. >Spike faints.
Sure enough, both of the remaining rods contain Wonder Room. But None of your moves have been inverted while inside this supposed altered room's volume. Is that a product of there being two of them? Why bother with this whole setup? Under assurance there won't be any more dangers, the light being strafes between Brook and Spike like a freshly attached stray on the long walk home. It seems certain of their exact positions regardless of whether they're communicating with it or not, but it jitters around with an air of uncertainty in response to any of Ribbons or Espurr's projections. It can respond to them well enough, but...Is this [hydrocarbon]....extinguished? A hazard? It'll ask such things of a fainting Cress, Orner, Wooden shacks, mossy rocks, empty points in the air. Just how is it seeing?Sometimes it walks. Sometimes it tumbles horizontally, or dances, or drifts limp. There doesn't seem to be any pattern or reason behind any of it. The crossing out is exponentially slower on the way out compared to in, even given all the battles; lugging this giant statue and two invalids in Sneasler and Cress is much more tiring a process traveling upward. The mountain Pokemon eyes up the bright stranger with a fraction of the curiosity one would expect from the local flavor. It seems more interested in grooming Sail's antennae back into place and buffing out his metal shell with their limited energy than anything else. "A story is only useful to study a problem that's still around." Is all you'd get if you were to ask. It's slow, but maybe some uneventful time to reflect on all that's happened on this long journey is to be appreciatedEveryone, take 25 IQ for all your synchronized movements and frontiering the science of space and staff manipulation.The pitch-black rock of the mountain and shining lava steals light form the sky. Not that you can tell until you're far enough home, but it's nighttime when your exit is made.BRIGHT SIDE EVENTIDE: COMPLETE
[For A Blue & Pure World - A Gundam SEED Quest]February of Cosmic Era 70, Yggdrasil Space Station Vacinity..."All Moebius Mobile Armor pilots, begin deployment!"You hear the commander of your vessel, the Hampton, shout as you release an breath you didnt realize you were holding in for way too long. Your time in the Military Academy had prepared you for this eventuality. To have to fight, and to kill, still...would you be able to survive the hellscape that was war? The Moebius surged forth from its small catapult as you are jettisoned out into space, "Erza Thorne, lets do it!" Arrayed in formation with dozens of other Moebius, your sure that if you just follow orders and rely on a bit of luck, you'll be able to make it through."All Forces...fire!!" You hear over comms as the fleet began its attack against tue encroaching ZAFT forces and their GINN mobile suits.[What to aim for first...?](d100+Pilot Skill Mod)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392642>Try to knock Mu away from the enemies imminent attack!
QM, you alive?Come back if able, Quest was barely just starting. Aw man.
>>6392583>[b]my gundam[/b]
NOVAGEN SECURE LINE 3.0SECURITY CHECK [===============] 100% OKSITE LISTIIIIII <-IVVENTER ACCESS: ***********CHECKING [===============] 100%GRADE 5 ACCESS: OKGRADE 4 ACCESS: OKComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Wanted to see beyond the facilities’ walls. What about you 114?” You reply as you allow yourself to relax into your seat.“Me? I just needed to get out of my cell.” #114 answers as he stares down the road.“Wonder if they’ll even try stuffing us back into one if they catch us.” #012 thinks aloud.“One hundred and fifty four subjects, I wouldn’t waste my time bringing them all back in one piece.” #054 replies as he glances out the window. An uneasy silence returns as you and the others rescan the horizon.“The best chance we’ll have is to keep them from finding us.” You say as you grasp the bandages on your head, unwinding them as your attention drifts to the reflection staring back at you in the window. Short white hair falls from your head, unstyled and settling on your seemingly untouched skin. You recall the hazy memories of laying on a medical bed, staring up at the featureless roof and bright lights as you waited for scientists to undo your bindings before sending you off to the dreamless void of sedated sleep. You ponder what it all was for as you idly undo the bandages on your hand. Your puzzling is stopped as 114 speaks up, seeming to have copied you and undone the bandages ensnaring his face, his black hair sits at the sides of his head, obscuring his face as he keeps his sight on the road even as he talks.“We’d need somewhere to hide, as soon as they have the facility locked down that convoy we ran into is going to be moving out. Need to ditch the humvee too.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6428510>>Apartment
>>6428510>WarehouseMore conspicuous and less comfortable, but more space, is isolated so we can practice our skills in peace, and is deeper in rather than on the edge, so less chance of being found on a shallow scouting attempt.
>>6428510>Apartment
