For generations, the Kingdom of Lindan has been under siege by an otherworldly threat. One that with naught but a wave of the hand can level entire cities. Demons from Earth plague the land and wreak havoc wherever they go. They hail from a barbarous and most unusual land and possess skills that defy all magic, science, and logic. Known as Cheat Skills, these abilities let the Strangers from Earth gain extraordinary power without any effort. As such, every one of these Strangers can bring on the end of all times should they desire. Yet, despite the insurmountable threat the Strangers possess, the Goddess’ Inquisition has sent these beasts back each time. A thankless job that has seen these heroes who exist above the law become more reviled than praised, but a job that is nonetheless required for the future existence of Lindan.You are one of these Inquisitors. Well, kind of. You are Lorina de Lindan, third to the throne of Lindan and the Imperial Princess. Though someone would be forgiven for forgetting that fact if they were to look at you now. If it wasn’t for your oh so expensive attire, you might even be mistaken for a common forest bandit! It isn’t as though what you’re doing now, waiting to attack a carriage filled with nobility, in the middle of the night, is much different than their usual habits. Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition
>>6311079>Inquisitor Asher: The Devil You Know
>>6311079>Lord Beneger: The Drill Sergeant
>>6311079>Inquisitor Asher: The Devil You KnowAsher is both reliable and incredibly experienced.
>>6311079>The Lord Inquisitor: The Mastermind
>>6311079>>Lord Beneger: The Drill Sergeant
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?You are Rosa Montagni, and after the successful cult roundup operation at Pinewatch, you've headed north towards the direction of the Reality Anchor. Alas, inclement weather greets you as you went - crevasses, flashfrost, and even a Dammerlicht batter your chartered autowagon. Just when hope seemed to be snuffed out by the Dammerlicht, you and your crew were saved by the Lady of the Pines, who deposited you near a cabin.Your two hosts turned out to be the goddess Skadi and her wife - and that her Reality Anchor was just a short walk away. While Nemo went to check the anchor, you entertained Skadi by cooking up one of grandma Ko's recipes - but the special ingredient you added, grated duplicate relic, caused almost everyone's sins to pop out as their doppelganger of sorts. Of course it's up to you to fix this mess...
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>>6307974You know not to tangle with maybe-crime bosses in a bad way, so you won't do anything drastic. But you also know that looking too meek often leads to getting coerced against your will."Alright, alright... but please, let's talk right here. I've had a bad time with people trying to get me 'in the back', y'know."The shark still wears his too-friendly smile, but you spy a bit of warmth in his voice."Fair's fair. This Don Bosco is not some honorless bastard - I just want to ask you a couple questions."Wait, Don Bosco? That name kinda rings a bell. The shark boss continues."First: did you cheat today?""Nope! I can assure you, it's all genuine luck. You can ask the dealer if you want."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6310069>□ Tell him the whole truth, that she shot herself out West, in front of your eyesMight as well, I guess.
>>6310069>□ Tell him the whole truth, that she shot herself out West, in front of your eyesThat thousand-yard stare of not-so-faint traumatic memory... I know it too well myself...
>>6310069>□ Tell him the whole truth, that she shot herself out West, in front of your eyesTime to get our empty gun's backstory.
An icy wind blows through the small, barred window of the interrogation room threatening to put out the only torch illuminating the small cramped space. The sound of dripping water patters to the ground in uneven drops as the icicle that had formed under the torch's sconce hours ago melted from the heat of the flame. It was an almost defiant sound as the water refused to return to it's icy prison. It was this battle of the elements that seemed to add to the tension of the small room. Across the table from you were a pair of guards clad in plate and chain mail. One of the two bore a full helm that he never removed. Part of you wondered why. With the temperatures so cold, it must have been incredibly uncomfortable to wear ice cold metal over their head. Or perhaps the helmet was slightly stuffy as most of the man's breath would be contained within the helmet thus keeping it warm. The sound of something slamming into the table pulls you away from your thoughts. "I'm telling you. We know as much as you do!" Irene shouts as she glares daggers at the two men in front of you. The two of you had been in detainment for about an hour or so after the fight. The guard directly in front of you, a rather serious man who was clearly at the end of his patience speaks up once more. "And we're telling you that it makes no sense that two foreigners, who just recently arrived, immediately find signs of heresy in our city. So we can only assume that you might have had something to do with this." He says, his arms crossed and hands tugging irritably at one of his sleeves. Irene throws her hands up in the air. "What more do you want us to say? That we're here to kill the High Priest? Maybe burn the whole city of Valford and it's surrounding towns to the ground?!" Irene shouts back. "We've told you already! We're just travelers!""You'd do well to keep your servant in check, sir. Her outbursts look poorly on your house." The guard grunts out through gritted teeth. "I'm not his servant! I'm his teammate! He's not even a noble!" Irene continues to shout. The two of them had been arguing in circles for quite some time and it seemed that the only thing you and the other guard had in common was that neither of you seemed to have the opening to speak up. Part of you found it very amusing and another part of you found it rather fascinating. Irene was never like this outside of the game. She was always far more calm and collected. As a matter of fact, you don't think you'd ever seen her angry at work.
"I dunno. I've actually never played a Fighter for long. But I've seen tons of videos. I'll be fiiine." Ryuji says confidently. You and Irene share a look. "Guys, really. I'll be good. Just point me at the enemy and I'll cut em' all down with this bad boy!" He insists as he picks up his glaive and swings it around. "I did the tutorial dungeon and kept the aggro without losing a single guy. Trust me. I got this." "Alright. I trust you." You say trying to sound as confident as he was. You suppose that it wouldn't be too bad. If Ryuji wasn't here, you'd probably end up running this with a newbie tank anyways. Odds were that you'd just grab someone not in a guild and they tended to be newer players. At the very least, you'd be playing with someone you were familiar with and if it all went wrong? At least you'd have a funny story to share at work. Thinking about that made you feel a bit more comfortable. "Stick with thrusting attacks, it'll give us more room to maneuver. Irene and I will do our best to keep the horde from overwhelming you. Actually, we can make use of the tighter quarters to keep the hordes more manageable." Before you can continue, the sounds of movement begins to echo throughout the gorge. "Damn! Did they find us?" Irene hisses as she starts to douse the fire with water and snow. It pops and hisses with uncomfortable volume but you leave her to it as you hurry to the edge of the cliff. Expecting a group of mobs making their way towards you but are surprised to see several groups of enemies coming out of caves and walking across the bridges. None of them seemed to be coming towards you but you can't discern the direction they were going."There's tons of movement down there but I can't tell where they're going." You whisper as you make your way back."Do you think they're looking for us? Maybe they saw the fire?" Ryuji asks as he tightens his grip on his weapon. You shake your head and open your mouth to speak but a loud bang rings out. "What that a gunshot? That's impossible right? There's no gunner undead in this dungeon.""That didn't sound like a gunner's weapon. It wasn't loud enough." You say. You've fought enough Gunners to be able to tell what the weapon sounded like in it's various forms. Even with the echoing distortion of the caves and gorge, you could tell that the sound was off."Heretics then? Were we right?" Irene asks. "Maybe they have some of Valford's aethertech?" Another gunshot rings out again. You turn to look and see that the horde was slowly adjusting itself as if searching for the source of the noise.
"Could be another player?" Ryuji suggests, his tone barely believing himself."Impossible. Players can't enter one another's dungeon instances." Irene counters. "It has to be a heretic." A third shot is heard."Whatever it is, we should get moving." You say. "Before the horde accidentally finds us.">What do you do?>Head into the caves and start picking off some of the monsters. Thin the horde as they're distracted.>Use the gunshots as a distraction. Try and sneak as low as you can while everything is distracted.>Hurry to the source of the noises. If it is heretics, then that's where you want to be. Especially if it's trying to martial their forces.>Write in.
>>6310792>Sneak towards the source of the noisesWe don't have to punch through the monsters, we can follow just above them and drop down at the end.I don't necessarily think these are the heretics tho
>>6310792>Head into the caves and start picking off some of the monsters. Thin the horde as they're distracted.This option sounds fun
>>6310792>>6310820 +1
You are a cell. You are living your best cell life, just doing cell things, like replicating, growing and metabolizing, synthesizing proteins, and moving around. Then, suddenly, one day, one of your neighbor cell starts doing unusual things. Your neighbor cell is spreading out and pushing up into your space. Is this allowed?What are you going to do about it?>Mind your own cell business as usual>Try to interrogate the neighbor cell for more information>Give your neighbor cell your mitochondrias>Kill the offending neighbor cell
>>6275525I'm thinking that it's not like mutating these cancer powers for it's cancer existence, I need to turn off DNA repair, I need to turn of tumor suppression, no, these things are just getting more and more broken
the fuck is OP doing with these weird contradictory updates
>>6277240Everybody was a cell each
>>6278435ohhhhhhh........ that explains everything it was a riot quest not a plan quest ...... yeah that needed some introduction
>>6278915I was as confused as you are, man.
“Let’s open the chest.”The sharp, reinforced scalpel plunged into the Rangdan’s chest. Pangea grip’s tightened, then pulled the blade down and into a Y shape. The tough skin needed a steady pull from the mechanical arms, once open, Pangea and Amar examined each organ. Pangea nudged, pulled, and eventually cut out the organ after studying them, following Amar’s instruction more than doing the examination on her own. “So, how are you feeling, daughter?”Pangea looked across from the Rangdan corpse. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”A sickening plop popped as a tweezer pulled a circular organ. “To see if you’re feeling well. Are you?”She glared. “I’m fine.”“Are you sure? I—”The table rattled as Pangea slammed her fists on the autopsy table. “I said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m mad that Father chose to rob me of my legion, my retinue, and the glory of hunting down the Rangdan, the xeno race I found first!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6302295Might want to double check.
>>6302246>Call quimby we move immediatelyTell our brothers i's happening. But it IS happening
>>6302246>“Call Quimby, we move immediately.”
The Caretaker Quest - Part 7This is part 7 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>He is currently now trapped inside a poor and weakened girl named Artemis.>This bought you valuable time while you learn how to contain The Beast>Hogwarts is slowly becoming an administrative mess now that Harry Potter himself disappeared.>You have a private investigator lurking around Hogwarts and is heavily suspicious of you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You both make it to the nearest cleaning room.“Is zhere any sign of Merlin?”“Not yet…Im not going to lie, I'm starting to get a little worried, what if he doesnt come back?”“He has to…right? he vouldnt leave us like zhat, right?”You take a mop and bucket from the small room and make your way back to the staircase room.“No, i dont think he would, which only makes me worry more, if he hasn't come back, then that means something could have happened to him”You yawn as you enter the staircase room once again.“And vhat do ve do if he doesn't come back? Can we summon him or something?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 8 + 34 (1d100 + 34)>>6310400Blood!
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Rolled 19 + 34 (1d100 + 34)>>6310400
Rolled 50 + 34 (1d100 + 34)>>6310400Better get that mop and do it the hard way
A Power Creature can be anything you imagine, as a clan they can shape a destiny of any form. They might be a team, a family, minions, a pantheon, a company, guardians, etc. They will influence events in two main ways:>Battle: Enemies will fight to oppose the clan. Battles will be resolved by a shuffled selection of one PC against one opponent, the outcome determined by Combat Style, or, if the same, the most experience.>Development: The Clan and PCs can affect their surroundings, themselves, and develop new strategies. Effects could include: restoring losses to the clan, changing the dynamics of battle, brokering alliances, gathering information, creating fortifications etc. To create a Power Creature, simply fill out three descriptions:>General Premise: (visual reference encouraged), briefly outline basic traits and any aptitude for a role in the clan and with other clan members. >Combat Style (pick one): STAB, REPEL, or BLAST (stab defeats repel, repel defeats blast, blast defeats stab)>Movement Class (pick one): SEDENTARY, WRIGGLE, SLITHER, SLIDE, ROLL, CRAWL, RUN, DASH, BOUND, CLAMBER, GLIDE, FLUTTER, DART, FLOW, PHASE or APPARATE. (this will influence selection in the shuffle for battle depending on the distance and terrain traversed)Once there is at least one PC with a Combat Style of every type, the clan activity will begin. You can then suggest developments to pursue, while more PCs can be created at any time.
I can't say I'm especially surprised.
Nobody wants to take over?
I'm not mad about this quest dying, I'm just disappointed.
>>6277140Haven't got the time, unfortunately. I'm down if someone else wants to.
>>6275985https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bk5MD6W7SwM
> 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_aMY https://discord.gg/PvWBE9xnPlayers may begin creating their gods with the format below. Following such, every update I make each player will get to take a turn. Let the birth of your gods begin...Name: <What name will your minions, and other Gods, refer to you as?>Description: <What do you look like? Providing an image of inspiration for your God is preferred but optional.>Domains: <The themes that dictate your God’s powers. You may have anywhere from 1-3 of these domains. The more domains you have, the less powerful each subsection may be.>Color: <The preferred color of your hex on the map.>Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306469>Develop [MA] [1 mana] - Unveil The Veiled Beauty>Preq-Tech: Carve Out The Veiled Beauty>Preq-Resources: N/A>Direct upgrade to Carve Out The Veiled Beauty, allowing it to be used by minion unitsThe Shennong's instruction was indecipherable to the other disciples, and many broken bones resulted.That is until a disciple found a series of foot-shaped niches in the stone of the cave the Shennong filled with art. Retracing the steps saw the disciples achieve a greater connection to the Shennong's visions, and through such, stone broke before finger.Find your own path 东施效颦>Develop [MA] - Hot Springs>Preq-Tech: Unveil The Veiled Beauty>Preq-Resources: Mountains of some sort>The sect figured out how to expand the natural springs in the mountains, and through them, can now bathe every day!>Earth Steppers equipped with Unveil The Veiled Beauty will either build a wall around the sect pagoda (if Shennong's last turn can't be corrected to having done it), or move to (5,25) and build a road using their UIComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306490The knocking somwhat seems to echoes in the air around the kikkas and for the longest time nothing seems to happen beyond that.As your minions start to get bored and prepare to leave the enigmatic wooden construct, something happen.The door openFrom inside a wave of heat and sun and light, not unlike their native desert. and out step a small humanoid, wearing a big hat hiding its face."Hello? Are you visitors? Where did you come from?"
>>6311038> Of AppearancesThe kikka are a motley bunch, meagerly dressed in rawhide scraps of black lizard skin that is difficult to distinguish amongst their mottled grey scale covered skin. Two dozen short spikes dot their back in irregular patterns. Each carries a primitive wooden spear wrapped with more black lizard skin where hands would hold them, though the nature of the wood is such that it seems to be shredding the rawhide, then the hands that hold the spear at a concerning rate. A short distance back is a herd of larger black lizards the sport a single large spade like claw on each of their front limbs and more typical reptilian feet in the back.> Of BehaviorsAs the door opens, and the lone Sestan walks through, the Kikka, despite their great numbers, powerful beasts, and dangerous weapons back away babbling and shouting. Eventually the biggest of the bunch roars over the rest and stares at the Sestan, then the door, then back at the Sestan."We are the Kikka! Children of tsss! Are you a wizard, to open..." He struggles, he has no words for this. "To open this strange tent flap of wood that does go where it should? We have come for plunder, and raiding, and to spread the glory of tsss! Wizard! We would offer you a service! A service for a boon from a wizard!"
>>6306472>2 MA, 1 DI: Create a HeroThe crown is not sentient as a normal being would think it, yet sentient it nonetheless is.
>>6311328>cont.It recognizes that it has a worthy bearer now- yet what does it care if said bearer dies? Another will pick it up.A crown does not fight. A crown is worn.What it can provide, is what it ALWAYS provides: authority.The authority to control the world, the people in it.And so, driven by the subconscious desires of Makrópnoos, the crown expels a sliver of might, channeling this divine authority into a statue.The silver crown atop the statue glimmers like a star, and the nearest shade feels drawn to it, as if reliving a past life.The silver crown whispers a single word, a word it has heard a thousand times before.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your eyes were strained from staring at the monitor for too long. And in the dark no less. The only sounds that could be heard were the whirring of your CPU fans and the occasional clacking of a mechanical keyboard (despite being so very tired, you couldn’t help yourself from calling random users “faggots” on pain of them continuing to shit up the board).As you type the final words to a particularly long and spiteful post, you skim through it, rather pleased that you managed to show not only that OP had the reading comprehension of a toddler, but also that he was an EPI pedophile troon in denial. “Mmmhmmm,” went you, agreeing with yourself, as you filled in the captcha.You clicked ‘post,’ and next thing you know it, your vision faded to black.When you regained consciousness, the musty leather of your old, stinky gaming chair was replaced with a soft, silken fabric; and in place of the yellowed walls of your room was tiled stone.“Motherfucker, I’ve been isekaied,” you cursed under your breath.And in true isekai fashion, an attractive elven woman had been standing by your side while you came to grips with your new reality.“Milord, the siege isn’t over. What shall we do?”“What’s our status?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6275405i like the pic.
>>6274984>Explore the fortress. [0]
Dead Fortress Quest
>>6277915Crashed Fortress Quest
>>6274984>>Explore the fortress. [0]
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6282092>YetI was thinking. Maybe we have never saw Zamasu doing this because Oozaru transformation is something they probably dislike very much. Like it kind of amplifies everything that Zamasu dislikes about Saiyans, so trying to use it may be something only few are willing to try.>>6283036>“Translated to your time, that comes out to 48 minutes.”These 48 minutes of Tournament of Power are going to be much longer than that. >>6283038>“An excellent point. No Destroyer or Supreme Kai will be permitted to participate. Those who have not reached the rank of God of Destruction, and those who are not Kai, Supreme or otherwise can participate.RIP my hope of finding a loophole that will allow Kars to participate, but he will be at least in the audience. Right?>The Kai lets out a startled noise, you turning and watching the cloaked figure drop down. “Chaya!”I had a feeling Chaya has something in her that would not let Toppo just walk away without doing anything.>>6283040>Only to then start striking poses as he speaks, you hearing the Ginyu Force above murmuring about how good his form is.I was sure that no matter how this fight goes here, Toppo and Chaya might want to fight again in the Tournament, but I see that Ginyu Force might want to fight him too. > With Toppo, we can show what' we're capable of.” he says, you seeing him turn back to the Destroyer, a smug look in his eye. “We'll serve notice to the other universes that the Eleventh is not to be trifled with. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6283396>He’s just a myth.That's just what they say so children can sleep easy at night. Beware.
Soon.>>6283372Such a classic.>>6283396Fair point.Perhaps. It's certainly going to FEEL longer.He will absolutely be watching, it all comes down to this for him too.Ginyu definitely wants a piece of the 11th. Especially when the whole squad pulls up posing.Going to be fun.
5 minutes until the next episode begins. Forgot about the 300 second new thread timer.
Its finally time! >>6283821
Patmo-Shoka.Once upon a time, the facility had been a sacred secret of the people of Yakh-Yubh, a primordial race of the ancient Earth. Marrying their peoples’ mastery of runic arts with the bio-alchemical and spiritual arts of the Gods Above, they had turned this inauspicious facility into the cradle of civilizations which would long outlast them: those which the world knows as Dwarf, Gnome, and Halfling, among others. In time, they forgot their ancestors, their origins. They forgot the price they paid.They forgot those whom they left behind.This world is full of such forgotten things. Some are kept secret by concerted conspiracy—old shames, terrible truths. Many more simply fall by the wayside, when they have outlived their usefulness to gods and kings.A warrior race of mongrel folk—neither beastman nor demihuman, neither wholly Dark nor Light—created to wage a war long since settled.The Unseelie outcasts of the chaotic good Wild Gods—immortal True Fey, cut off from their creators’ love for ancient crimes against their own kind, and for practicing their cherished freedom in untoward ways.A bastard child of a bastard child, a demigod half-shaped and misbegotten, with mind and body in such external flux that it can never know true peace.Those who the people of Patmo-Shoka knew as barbarians, though they were so very alike: the goblinoid lineages whose powerful kin denied them the gift of magic, of the soul, and of a life beyond this mortal coil and a fate beyond scraping for scraps on the outskirts of polite society.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6296986Thanks - google translate detected vietnamese but the output was nonsensical.>there was also NasirMORE
>>6297004Well I advise you run your own large-scale Dnd quest where you recruit heaps and heaps of allies to fight off chaos fucker.Then, swing to Warhammer old words mechanics in large-scale battle.This always do the trick.
>>6297054>Doctor Dragonfag detected
>>6297056Why, yes I am!
New thread is UP!>>6297401
The stars align themselves under the heavens once more, tonight is the birth of a new chosen God. A special event that only incurs on set increments, unless tampered by the gods themselves. The hospital lights are dizzying bright, the white walls and sterile materials only serving to further make her head feel worse. Your mother is pushing relentlessly through her labor, following the breathing instructions from the nurses and gripping onto the bed. The many hours which have passed are showing their toll on the poor woman, the Labor and Delivery team all share worried looks with each other, that's until finally you begin to crown and show your head. "Keep pushing, you're so close!" The nurses encourage, your mom struggles with her breathing technique the more you start coming out. She screams in pain, the sound vibrating and nearly in sync with your own high pitched wailing when you come out. You are gently picked up by one of the women in the room as she quickly tends to you and looks over your body. Before she can realize what's going on she announces that you're a..>Girl>Boy
>>6281789>Just like that?
>>6281789>Just like that?You look over at Shemar with a confused expression, "Just like that? It couldn't be that easy," is what you whisper back in response. Shemar shakes his head, "Surely you've noticed, Ethan? Bowersly isn't thinking or acting like he used to. Hector got a closer look at some of his medication in his private quarters, Bowersly is in the beginning stages of dementia it would seem. It will still be extremely difficult, but we have to do something soon, Shemar finishes telling you. With this new information coming to light, it would seem Bowersly's once sharp mind is beginning to dim on itself. The aged man no doubt having his years catch up to him now. It begs an interesting question though, how exactly does that effect his connection to Odin? Well put in plain sight, Bowersly's appearance has been progressively changing. His beard has gotten far longer, and his missing eye where the patch covers it has been developing this strange runic lines around the covering. It seems like the once attentive warden to the orphanage is losing his grip on himself, he is essentially a walking timebomb at this point. >How're we getting out of here then?>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere. >Ask Victoria what she thinksComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6282441>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere. But we SHOULD talk about it.
>>6282441>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere.
OP?
The Great War never ended. Its relentless grind stretches across generations, a cancerous conflict that has consumed the world and left an indelible scar upon the very earth itself.This is a perpetual struggle for dominance, fought on a scale unheard of in human history. Nations and Empires, once vibrant and hopeful, now stand as hollowed-out titans, their vast armies clashing across ravaged continents. At the heart of every bloody front stand the Shells, armored colossi of steel and fire, each a gargantuan testament to a nations might. These iron behemoths rampage across battlefields the world over, carving the very landscape with cannon, blade and armored fist. They are the ultimate arbiters of this endless war, engines of unparalleled destruction reshaping the very landscape with every brutal engagement.From the soot-choked fortress cities of western Europe to the grinding quagmire of the Eastern Front, from the frozen wastes of the Siberian Offensive to the sun blasted hellscape of North Africa. A cycle of relentless offensives and desperate defenses, where technology, honed into instruments of unprecedented devastation, serves only to prolong the agony.This is a world where heroism is measured in inches of blood-soaked ground gained and untold thousands of lives brutally spent. Where every breath is tinged with the dust of millions long dead and the acrid stench of battle. Where the future is not a promise, but a continued, agonizing fight for survival. There is no end in sight, only an unceasing march towards an uncertain, yet undoubtedly brutal, tomorrow.Welcome to the front line soldier.>You awaken in....>A crowded troop transport, the airship lurching in the wind as it comes in for a landing. Thank God, you're airsick (USA)>Slouched against a crumbling bunker wall, the distant rumble of artillery fire making the rubble shiver (French)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6272030Also sorry about the blank square misclicked.
>>6271833>Head to the command bunker immediately and get up to date on the situation. The Colonel will know where to send you.
>>6271833>Head straight to the Shell depot. You want to get your Chasseur ready and get into the fight as quickly as you can. They can reach you by radio if they need to.
Alright Archivist, give us an update or the Bloody Baron will surely tell the Great Tengri not to allow you into the Blue Heavens.
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6243967>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventureQuestionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
After a short break, we're back in the saddle! The Monster Metropolis/Slayer arc is mostly concluded, and after a few more updates, we'll be returning control to Ben. Feel free to swing on by when you get the chance!>>6308475>>6308475>>6308475
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>>6308368Can you say which forum?
>>6308685French "JeuxVideo.com"There is a strong Quest community there (that they call Risific)
>>6308383the Worm is back, and this time it won't be as easy as when Bragia defeated Uxoria...>>6308697interesting! glad to see it's not a phenomenon limited to English-speaking internet
What have we done to deserve heaven? If it is our place, why are we here? We are unjust and terrible creatures, and our hell is to ever look at heaven and demand that we be allowed entry. Utopia is heaven- Socialism is heaven’s gates, yet Heaven is no place for humans, is it? We are allowed our glimpse of paradise, yes, but we shall never claim our dreams. We would suffocate as a fish does out of the cold seas.-Charlot Doumer, “We Are of the Night”-----It was afternoon on Monte Nocca- a lovely place for most who came here in the beginning of summer, but the one held in highest regard upon it was thinking of being elsewhere.Vittoria Bonaventura had returned to the mountain once again- that lonely clutch where one half of her bloodline hailed from- and if mother and grandfather were to be believed, they had been there since before even memory of mankind, but to her that was just the Vitelian disease and Mosshead arrogance intermingling, in a way she refused to let fester in her head. The Judge had been merciful in making it blonde like father’s. Yet that did not deter grandfather from calling Vittoria by her new alias, and more comfortably than he spoke her name. Remiel. The same name was what she was summoned by now, further up the stony trail.“Don’t drag your feet, Remiel,” her tutor in mystic lore and art said from ahead, his voice seeming more like the wind that blew over the mountain trees than particularly human, through that mask of his. He loomed as high as a peak too, in a way. “If this is to be your last lesson for a while, then you should pay close attention. Get a good score, heh heh. Prepare you for where you’re headed.”“Whatever you’re having me do,” Vittoria said, “I don’t think any of it’ll have anything to do with the Azure Halls. The Dawn and the coming days in its light.”“If that’s so,” Zeitgeist said as he walked slowly, his steps cloistered by his coat as though a curtain rose and fell on each foot forward. “You’re off, soon, to have your head filled with the dreams of others. To, heh heh, be told how to be wise, Remiel.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“…Huh. I wouldn’t have thought Elena was that dirty, Bonetto. You developed your tastes early. Guess the interest’s genetic then, huh?” Something crossed Leo’s mind- something that made him wistful. “Hey, I know lingering on the past’s not what men like us do, men of the future, but sometimes, you can’t help it, can you?” Your silence was the question itself. The only one to ask. “Yena seems pretty happy with you. I hope Marcella’s happy, but she’s an odd woman. Might be the kind that isn’t happy with anything but passions. Certainly was fonder of making the twins than finding out she had them. But sometimes I think, Bonetto. What if, back when we first joined the army, back when we were on Monte Nocca, I kept a closer eye on Yena? If we were just more careful, and there wasn’t any duel in the first place? If Cesare didn’t get his leg messed up for us? I don’t think we’d have taken Yena with us. She’d have no reason to leave. I wonder if she’d be as happy as she is now.”He was stalling. “This isn’t really about Yena, though, is it?”Leo glanced out the window. “Yeah. I mean, I know, you had your childhood sweetheart and all, but I’m just thinking. Having those two girls after me…was such a pain. For everybody. And I’m sure I didn’t handle it right at all. So sometimes I think, in this other time, when who knows what is all different. You and Chiara were close. In the same unit all that time. And I’m not trying to be filthy here, but if it was you and her in the sauna instead of me? She wouldn’t be on the front lines when everything went to shit at the end of the war. Then, at the end, we’re all still alive. Maybe Cesare doesn’t even get caught.”“What happened, happened,” you said, leaning heavily forward, elbows on your legs, “It led to what we have now. Do you not like it?”“It ain’t that, Bonetto,” Leo said, eyes still towards the sky, “I’m in a position now, finally, where I have a greater part in crafting the future than ever before. I have to do a lot of thinking, on what causes what, what will happen because of some other thing. All sorts of unknowns to make a future we can all take pride in, and say, we did this, it was all worth it, and the Dawn will have risen forever. It makes me think of the past, and what could have happened. Makes me wonder if all the suffering, the death, the wrongs and rights alike, if what we’ve done is what’s needed for our Future to come, since the journey’s not over yet.”You turned your head to see what sky he was looking at. “You know I majored in history in the Azure Halls. I can already tell you, that a lifetime’s too long and full for just a few amendments to change history all for the better. What could have been and what could be could be anything we can imagine.”
“Entertain me, Bonetto,” Leo looked back and splayed out his hands, “I want to know what the other world might be like, from your eyes. Not if Alexander died before he was Kaiser or if the Dawn just appeared on its own like Ange thought it would. Just things that, if just a few things were different, just for you, would make the world anew. How everything could be different from just a few things going another way, and how that’d turn out better. Because right now…I’m in a place where a little decision in the right or wrong place can do a whole lot. And it’s stressful, Bonetto. To know that.” Leo sighed, and held up three fingers. “Okay, I know it’s a lot to answer, and we don’t have all day to be distracted. Three things. That’s all. Three choices you made, that make Vitelia different. We’re more important than a lot of other people, Bonetto, that’s just how it is. For most people, who they take as a wife doesn’t matter at all to their nation, but to a Premier of the Revolution..?”He didn’t think you made a mistake with Yena, of course. He had been the best man at the marriage ceremony, and had never disapproved of her. This tumultuous fixation was from within himself. The thought that he could have saved somebody he loved, had he done something slightly different. That something slightly different elsewhere might have made everybody happier. Yet the future might be so different it would be impossible to see from there…so what three things would make things better, but still lead you to where you were now?>A write in for each small section of another history.>What your Family was- as you had nurtured into bloom with Yena.>What your Sacrifice would be- as you had made too many to count.>Where your Refuge was- as your struggle against your own nation seemed an inevitability.>The Future that all this would make- How, at least for Vitelia, it might be better…The rest of the conversation subjects will be gone over, I'm just breaking it up in the middle to keep good pace. And to have more votes in general before the thread end, I don't count this as one of the "three or so"
>>6311186I'm not sure whether I'm understanding the vote properly but here goes.>What your Sacrifice would be- as you had made too many to count.If we had gotten Cesare out before a decade of imprisonment how much would have changed?>Where your Refuge was- as your struggle against your own nation seemed an inevitability.Not helping the Gilicians and going to live amongst the mossheads would be a pretty big change>The Future that all this would make- How, at least for Vitelia, it might be better…Should have maybe been more discerning of our underlings in the Eastern Leagues and tried to cultivate actual loyalists to us rather than ambitious opportunists
>>6311186>What your Sacrifice would be- as you had made too many to count.>If we had gotten Cesare out before a decade of imprisonment how much would have changed?>What your Family was- as you had nurtured into bloom with Yena.>If we hadn't allowed Victoria to go to the mountains to get trained in mosshead tradition.>The Future that all this would make- How, at least for Vitelia, it might be better…>Should have maybe been more discerning of our underlings in the Eastern Leagues and tried to cultivate actual loyalists to us rather than ambitious opportunists.
>>6311186>>What your Family was- as you had nurtured into bloom with Yena.If we had chosen Elena, we would have been less cautious and protective and more ambitious.>What your Sacrifice would be- as you had made too many to count.I think we would have sacrificed this grand family that we built. and keep building, damn Bonneto sheathe your sword>Where your Refuge was- as your struggle against your own nation seemed an inevitability.I think a more ambitious Bonetto would not leave Vitelia for so long, nor be further than one border crossing when exiled.>The Future that all this would make- How, at least for Vitelia, it might be better…A more ambitious and suspicious man may have seen the betrayals and the lack of loyalty from those below him, maybe the Eastern Legion would be united under one man.i hope i didn't missunderstand what was asked to vote
