Do you ever want to . . . take a detour for no good reason?
Rolled 1, 4, 2 = 7 (3d6)>>6107926>Spend 10CP to Upskill Small Unit Tactics 13 to 15>Spend 3VP on Pattern Adjustment 1>1TP+Push, this isn't a tactical action, it's a therapy action! Use the the newly-opened St. Acolyte's Field Hospital (and its resources) to talk to Grins about tactics and bolster comraderie and maybe work on group morale with the Woodsies after that whole incident... multiple incidents. Maybe Trish can teach people how to [Resist]... maybe it'll help? mentally, probably not. "You know, I know you don't like me, but maybe we can work out some of our differences, right?"#BulwarkVit 12/12 SP 12/12DR 3 (0+3)AP 6 MP 4 (3+1 Hustle) TP 1Stratagem Point 0Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 2, 1, 6, 2, 1, 4 = 16 (6d6)>>6108614>1TP+Push (using Thoughts,12 for the ad hoc therapy... if possible)
Ahem, while you lot deal with unscheduled traffic stops and a few subtle considerations, we'll take a little sizable detour into an alternative dimension for the month of October.We will return to this Facility - but check your affairs, this thread as downtime, and make sure your character sheet is all sorted out.
>>6108845Thanks for running, Command!
Rolled 5, 3, 6, 3, 1, 5, 5, 3, 1 = 32 (9d6)>>6107920>>6107926>Dissasemble to help the manifesting>Manifest Mesh link- electromod upgrade to send out an electrical signal that disturbs hostile comms and stuns opponents by deafening them at range. Kind of like these EMP grenades, except more targeted. (Electromod 11+7 CP)>Alternative Current dispersal to make currents pass through me without harming my systems (something to cross the Spark Sea unharmed) Augmenten Systemics 12+Supercondictivity 2+6CP>Internal Strength Enhancement to help me push, pull and punch the world and its big objects (Physicality 10+7CP)#NeoGenesisVit 14/14? SP 12/12 Charge 0/24DR 8 AP 6 MP 4CP 20-20 VP 6 MUTP 1-Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You’re Hangout Red: A pothead dropout of mythic status, you’ve got cryptid tier fame among the other losers of your dead rust belt college town. They all want a piece of your time, audience with the lord of losers himself and tonight’s no different. Its 7PM on a Tuesday, you’ve just walked out of your job four hours early after having a cart induced mental freakout of radical proportions, it’s leaking in your pocket and your breathe reeks of artificial corner store bubblegum. Your phone goes off in your pocket-there it is-tributes for the rat king. You can only choose one of the three callers your objective is to have a good time and avoid autistic situations-you have a legend to uphold. Every potential pick in your phone possesses the following three stats that can affect your legend ,RISK, POWER, and AFFINITY each one is rated from -10 to +10, with 0 as the average. RISK: The social and mortal risk that comes with being in the vicinity of someone. Positive is danger and excitement, negative is safety and social exclusion POWER: Abilities and general social skills, a low power companion could be embarrassing to have around or a source of little entertainment AFFINITY: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Interesting concept, I'll go with:>LAWTON PURPLE (no relation)Gotta' keep growing our rep.
>>6097905>JOHN BLUEThe yin to our yang. The best of frenemies.
>>6097905Give me Ashleigh Green.. I don't care how her vagina smells
>>6097905Lawton PurpleAnd why haven't we blocked that skank already?
>>6097905>LAWTON PURPLEmaximize risk
“Quiet on the bridge.” Rear Admiral Wilfrithuze commanded, though it was already silent. A short whistled pulse of sound backed the authority of his command. The Rear Admiral was grey but grizzled; a stern but competent commander, always seeming to know the breaking point of his subordinates and often pushing them right to that point. “First Officer Einion, the Pre-Warp Checklist if you please.”“Antimatter Coils closed; back-up overcaps full; retracting into stowage now.” Einion reported. He was tall and handsome, with a chiselled jaw and easy smile. The First Officer continued: “Sublight Engines two through doz dry and offline. Sublight Engine one spooled and producing three gross tons of thrust towards waypoint. Sublight Engine one has ninedoz-eight pergross overcap charge remaining. Gellar Phase Field Projector active. Gellar Phase Field visible. Gellar overcap is reading gross pergross charge. Backups online. Checklist complete.”“This agrees with my datastreams to within a one pergross margin of error.” adds the cold voice of the Silicon Personality Core for the Wayfinder, Mimir. “All crew confirmed locked in for Warpjump. Gellar Phase Field Projector consuming more power than usual, by almost doz pergross, but nanodiagnostics indicate no structural faults within components. Shall we delay Warpjump while I fabricate a new Projector?”“Negative, Mimir.” Wilfrithuz answers after considering for a moment. “Network Buoys report increased turbulence is Federation-wide. But no toomthcraft are missing and if the gross billion ships of the Federation are all fine, then no Warship under my command will be found paralyzed. Carry on. Navigator Ime, take it away.”A grey skinned and lanky man in long black guild robes rises, with a haughty yet resigned expression on his face. A man comfortable and assured of his place. He speaks to the Rear Admiral in a nasally drawl, his extensively genetically engineered pedigree apparent.“The Warp is, indeed, choppy today, but it is nothing a Master Guildsman cannot handle. I am confident in the Warp-worthiness of the Wayfinder and am ready to navigate for you today. M-twenty five dot naught-twenty four; Woedmoon the 27th.” he says, reciting the Guild’s blessing, a bit of bureaucratic ritual for the sake of insurance purposes which helped to maintain the Guild’s monopoly.“Federation Cyberform ‘Digit’ present and at helm, reading datastreams five by five.” Says a chipper female voice from beside the Navigator. The diminutive gyndroid stood only four feet six inches tall in her fully cybernetic chassis, the minimum allowable regulation size for an on-duty Federation officer, having cited it as being ‘cute.’ “Ready to apply Navigator guidance, sir!”“Mimir, I am authorizing us GO for Warpjump, do you concur?” Wilfrithuze said, leaning forward.“Concurred, Rear Admiral. GO for Warpjump.” Mimir agreed, pinging the crew ship-wide to brace for imminent lurch from realspace.“Make it so!”
QM?
>>6104573Kinda quiet quitting tbtI made a lot of mistakes, narratively and otherwise, and there are only two people interested. Gomennasorry. :pensive.exe:
>>6104577ah we where picking up the pace and turning into a central protagonist also thanks for running this was a fun quest that hopefully can continue
>>6104573what tags should we save this quest under in the archive it was quite imaginative i guess riot based voting would roughly would be one of the tags
>>6104577quest dead now?
With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 758. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.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.
SOON
It is time! >>6103858
>>6103860Bruh this is only on page 3. You gotta stop making new ones prematurely like this, you can just continue a weekend session from the same thread you know.
>>6103873Doesn't seem like too big of a deal desu
>>6103875Not if you're a reader, maybe. It's annoying to the other QMs that want to keep their threads up as long as possible though.
A wolf, a crow and a man stand in a half-finished ring of timbers. Snow lies heavy upon the ground and drifts in the grey air, crowning the pillars that bend toward one another in towering arches. The crow hops from foot to foot, large enough to carry off deer should it wish to, an agitated look in its yellow eyes as both man and wolf glare daggers at it, the pair blaming the scavenging instigator of strife for their argument.The man stands tall, clothed in furs and hides against the winter chill. His best years are behind him and his dark hair has begun to lose the vibrancy of youth. His eyes are pale and sightless, blinded by hubris years ago, but his back remains straight , for all he leans more heavily on his staff these days. His fingers may ache in the cold more than they used to, but he flexes them as if he wishes to wrap them around someone's neck, or snatch the stone knife from its sheath at his belt and let it taste blood. The shift of his feet however, make it unclear if the subject of his anger is the bird, or the third of their meeting.The wolf wears the form of a man, rangy and lean, his features hungry and his shaggy hair as white as the snow around them. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as he disregards the mortal man and directs his fury solely at the crow. A pile of roughly-butchered meat, thrice the weight of a young woman, lies at his feet atop a sled made from branches. A flint-topped spear sticks from the pile, piercing one likely-looking steak from which a ragged bite has been torn before being discarded."I deserve my share, Soqed, or this bounty would have ceased long ago," the crow speaks, a mocking tone in its harsh voice. "I'm not asking for more than a morsel, after all, lest any of us forget, all I did was give you an idea. It was you who actually trapped the girl in the Wild and you who pretended to be her friend, her loyal companion through her little stroll. I never did anything, unlike you.""And for that, my pack and your flock enjoyed a pact," the wolf snarls, his human mouth full of a canine's teeth to pierce and hold and rip. "As we agreed at the time! I should have known then that would not be enough for a glutton like you!""A pact now far too valuable to break, no matter how sulky you get!" the crow caws triumphantly. "Bark all you like, puppy, you know I'm riiight!" The mocking sing-song to his voice is filled with delight at his cruel joke's success. Yet the joke was not solely at the wolf's expense, as the crow skitters and hops, one beady yellow eye peering at the furious human.
>>6105825>Try and manipulate Mesut into giving up information about the source of his family's abundance 2d10 (Wits)Manipulate seems like a strong word but is accurate, pry the information through details and such...let us see what is afoot.
>>6105944Still gotta roll, anon. We do that with the vote, here.
Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)>>6105944Oops sorry!
Rolled 8, 10 = 18 (2d10)>>6105825>Try and manipulate Mesut into giving up information about the source of his family's abundance 2d10 (Wits)Surely RNGesus will favor us...
>>6106742YEAHHHHHHHHHH
The land is covered in sand. The desert stretches out as far as the eye can see. Far north, a lonely mountain breaks the horizon, there should still be a small city situated at the bottom.Onorato is not there yet, but hopefully he will be there soon. His hometown, pillaged and razed, holds nothing but death for him. And so he wanders through the rising desert sun, in search of food and work.Here's to hoping he can evade slavery or worse.What was Onoratos previous occupation? (Choose one)>Farmer>Guard>Thief>Acolyte>Nobility>Drunkard>Write inWelcome to Medieval Post-Post Apocalypse quest! This quest will work more as a collaborative story than a game, do not be discouraged by setbacks and/or death. The quest will be a little experimental, so bear with me :)
>Look for better lodging optionsThe night is still young, and every place so far have been subpar. Onorato continues walking down the alleys, leaving the kid behind.While most of the buildings have many inhabitants, they all seem shady, rundown or both. As Onorato walks, things seem like they get even worse. He ends up in what seems like a slum, most buildings being made from rotten wood and various debris.The people seem incredibly poor, many of which have their bodies mangled and twisted in various ways, severely scarred or lacking an arm or a leg.The air is pungent, and in the air is a feint sweet smell. Onorato gags each as the smell hits his nostrils, his stomach aching to empty.After checking another few places, Onorato finds another two possible spots:One tavernkeeper seemed like he was willing to let Onorato have his own personal room for all eternity. The tavernkeeper promised he would protect Onorato with his life, if necessary. The tavernkeeper is a bit of an alcoholic, only demanding Onorato pay with his one bottle of wine. While the tavernkeeper seems a bit out of it, Onorato believes he could be trustworth enough, at least for one night.Right next to the watchtower connected to the city walls, a small community of beggars and vagrants have made their own little sleeping spot. Hay and sticks for bedding, and a small campfire to keep the latenight chill at bay. The community members take turns staying guard, making sure noone gets stabbed in their sleep. Would be very cramped and not too comfortable, but it would not cost Onorato anything. That is, if noone attempts to steal anything while he sleeps. As Onorato walks alongside the wall, pondering his options, a small rock falls down in front of him. Looking up, a person seems to jump from a particularly tall slum building and onto the city walls. The person barely makes it, raising a thumbs up in the direction of the slum building. What follows after, is another two people jumping over, both of them making it to the wall.Onorato believes he could attempt to scale the slum building, jumping onto the wall. Life is likely much better there, if he can make the jump, and not get caught attempting the jump.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6099624>Trade wine to sleep at the tavern
>>6099624>Attempt to jump the wall
No post today, hopefully I can do one tomorrowVote remains open
You find yourself in a dim, dank cave with no memories and nothing but the clothes on your back.This sucks. You would really like to get out of here.You see a pool of stagnant water, a large metal box with a heart on it, and a comically large floppy disk. There's a door, but it's too high up to reach.What do?
>>6102676>:^)
>>6102584>>6102627You seduce the floppy disk.
The purple-colored rabbit, whose name is apparently Chako, kicks you out of her house for fucking her floppy disk. But you don't actually need anything from her anyway.You continue onward through Grasstown, killing a bunch of bats and critters along the way. You see a rabbit thing slamming on the doors of a house in desperation."Dammit! Those critters out there chased me while I was walking back to my house, and I dropped my key. Now I'm locked out of my own home. Do you think you could help me out?"You shrug, because you didn't see any key on the way here. It's probably long gone by now LOL. You emphasize the LOL by pointing at him and laughing.There's a teleporter here. It looks functional.What do?
qm I'm not gonna be able to post for this weekend you're gonna have to hold the line
Teleport the bunny guy inside his house, so he can be at peace!After that, head on west to high adventure.
You are bored out of your mind. So fucking bored. You moved country for this job, it was meant to be a great opportunity to grow your skills and develop your career. Instead after a month you have not been added to the team group chat and they've not given you a single piece of work. So you're sitting at your desk, again, bored out of your mind with nothing to do. You need to do something or you are going to go insane. The only thing you are limited by is not wanting to lose your job.You...>Grab another coffee >Go to the canteen>Explore the building
>Escape security and go to the basement!
>>6092819>Kill the CEO, according to the directions in your manifesto
Ahahaha, nice thread OP>Go pee on the men's bathroom toilet seats
MY SIDES
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>6092922+1
Evie, just like Eve_______________________The last row in class. Population: 1.A girl with long greasy hair is drawing scribbles in her notebook. Much of her oily hair covers her face, she likes the false feeling of solitude that it creates between her and the rest of the class. Her jeans look huge on her anorexic legs, her baggy sweatshirt is worn out, with sleeves ripped in few places. Just another way to lose herself, wrapped in fabric, hidden from undesired looks. If anyone volunteered to waste a more thoughtful gaze on her or her sweater, he would notice a 'KoЯN' logo on it. An old mp3 is blasting music from the same band in her eardrums and she doesn't hear the teacher addressing her. "Evie, would you explain the cultural aspects and significance of Eve deciding to accept the apple on her own accord, without first confiding in her husband?"Everyone laughs, again. Everyone is looking at her, again. The same few terrifying faces are looking at her. She takes off an earbud but the teacher has already moved on to some other classmate bitch. This can't go on. Something needs to be done. An outlet needs to be find expression before she bursts in school carrying things inappropriate for young ladies to have.Her attention is drawn to the face of>Audrey Shields, the meek biologist enthusiast that puts frog organs in her hoodie during autopsy classComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6096750>Amos, the hispanic culture appropriatorJust fuck my shit up hombre.I wonder which one is the most dangerous option.
>>6096750>>Blake, the friendly stoner
>>6096750>Kai, bad boy with a baby facePerfect balance of damage and approachability. It seems that the harder guy we pick the harder time he will have approaching the target, even though we have decent chances with most common 4chan systems.
>>6096750>>Kai, bad boy with a baby face
>>6096750>Kai, bad boy with a baby facethe bishounen vs the jock, interesting
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," you shame the hopeful athlete, "I thought you wanted to be champion?" Out of the huffing and puffing comes a response, "I do, coach, I swear!" You stew for a moment longer than is comfortable, on purpose. "Well, then, what the FUCK WAAAS THAAAAT? MY NONNA CAN THROW A BETTER LEFT HOOK." Teeth clenched, you stare at your pupil dead center in the face, then you force your eye to twitch when you have their attention. Pointing at the swinging bag: "ten more reps, let's go. And don't get sloppy, or else I'm takin' off my fuckin' belt again." The athlete hammers away with precision timing and accuracy - right jab, right jab, left hook, weave! right jab, right jab, left hook, weave! right jab, right jab... The vinyl-on-vinyl rhythm continues on the speedbag as you turn around and fetch yourself the umpteenth beer out of your nonna's garage refrigerator. The cap hits the floor as the tenth rep ends. "Good. Now, thirty more."
The ref begins his count. "ONE....""ha-TWO!!!!""THREEEE!""Four - up." David bounces between stances to show his fitness."Gentlemen," the ref points to the ground after looking both men in the eye."FIGHT!"David gloms on to Mortadella with a clinch, snuffing the flame of the second round.You throw the stool down and instruct Vinnie for the next round. With not much time left, you hear a woman shout "Go Mortadella, knock him out, wooohooo!" Vinnie's harem giggle in the door of the gymnasium while the hotdog guy sidles past them with a plastic folding table. Vinnie is icing up a small cut under his right eye, and gritting his grin, not even acknowledging his fan club. He's ready to finish this off. "FIGHTERS, READY!" David gets sent off by his coach, but neither of them seem confident. David is breathing with his mouth open and nostrils flaring.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6124503noice.>Taunt David and bolster Vinnie, "Now we see who's da goofy one! Huh, David? Take dat! Aaand DAT! BLAM! How abou' summaaa DAT, and bada BING, BOOM, BANG! Get 'em, Vin', don't stop!" >"Yer not boan fer dis sonny boy! You can't work, you can't dance, it's OVAH, yer lopsides clownshoes half-a-fag!Pull some reverse psychology on him:>"Clinch again, Daveyboy! You half-a-fag cocksucker, CLINCH AGAIN! Cop what a REAL MAN feels like! You'll be asking him to fuck you next, BAAHAHAHAHAAA!YOU break his spirit; Vinnie will break his back.
bemp
>>6124503dice+1d20>Make a name fer yerself, "WOOO!! Attaboy, Vin'! I taught 'im dat! That's right! Ahaha! Lookit Otani's coach, he's a SCRUB! T'row da towel in, you bum, before Vinnie snaps David's little twig neck! Show some mercy, you sulking degenerate!"
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6127179Shit
>>6090298Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!In the last thread, Ronnie got captured and enslaved by David and his crew after having their fleet ambushed by the Metal Gear.He went through various training and punishments, before being selected as one of the elites out of the whole group.Ronnie experienced a lot of things for the first time. Being electrocuted, the joy of a freshly fabricated steak, the fear of being eaten alive by insects...Not to mention a little bit of betrayal and several large drug overdoses, but that's all a day in the life of a pirate, you suppose.Currently, Ronnie finds himself together with a mildly irritated David in a sewage tunnel underneath the greenhouse district, on a bug-hunting quest.Your current objective is to gather samples of the various insects in the area, along with any other information you can get on their habits and activity.The end goal of course, being the complete removal of these insects from your station.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6126843Unfortunately, amil, we'll have to amputate.
>>6126758>couch sleepingGee if only david had more than one woman
>>6126843>"Uh... A-Amil. It got him in the hand..."I bet it's one of those motherfuckers with six limbs that come off when they get stressed
>>6126843Boss, totally unrelatedWhere's Princess? How's she? Has she been this entire time having a dream Dodo banquet?
>>6127153She's been running around the station, playing with Mutt and getting fed by your mom and sister.
A shape takes form in the dark chasm outside the dome that covers the world. Long black hair slowly floats in all directions, occasionally following body movements of immense proportion in the endless void. Helios, that imbecile, has finally collected his chariot in the nether realm, marking the start of the glorious night. A hand reaches forward, passing effortlessly through the firmament, and starts caressing smooth and moist white clouds. Then begins to squeeze them together, creating denser, darker cloud formations. Finally the hand waves harshly and a thunder storm strikes tiny Argos. Now a pair of violet lips show up and blow freezing winds towards sleeping Syracuse. Snap of long fingers breaks the mast of a ship in open sea, sentencing it to drift helplessly with the Adriatic breeze. What delight it is to mess with mortals, Eris, the goddess of mischief, discord and chaos has her way with the world yet again.Suddenly she feels a tug on her hair and while turning around a sprinkle of stars is thrown in her face by Andromeda and Virgo. Her favorite stellar constellations want to play tag with her across the abyss. Chasing and wrestling each other in the great nothing, Eris's childlike giggle changes to a sly smile as she feels an emotion of tremendous magnitude coming from the human world and more precisely...>an indescribable resolve for freedomA gladiator is laying in bed after a victorious day among the blood and sand of the arena. Why is he so restless then? Rage against his enslavers burns strong in his heart and doesn't let him enjoy his meal, the intense urge for freedom can't let him focus on the slave girl sent to his chambers.type of story: arena battles, gladiator school infighting and drama, forced participation in decadent patrician parties, covert missions against his master's enemiesgoal: achieve freedom by becoming the most popular gladiator and earn the wooden gladius, or... through rebellion>a profound loss of purposePhoenician pirate and adventurer finds out that his home city, Tyr, has been ravaged by Alexander of Macedon and isn't sure what to do with his lamentation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
A tanned man with medium height shows up on the boiling sand, holding a gladius and a legionnaire's shield. His helmet is ornamented with an intricate design imbibed in the metal during the forging process, on which two long red feathers now stick out. His sword hand is fully covered in scaled armor, his legs carry heavy guards. Despite his burdensome attire, the Iberian hasn't developed a massive body to support it, yet doesn't seem bothered by the weight. His excellent muscle conditioning can be noticed, bulging veins are visible on each limb. Whenever there is a drunken dispute in a Roman tavern over the title of best murmillo in the empire, the name 'Bormanicus' is always mentioned.His opponent, a Roman man named Sestius, comes out holding his trident and net. He isn't confident in his step, Bormanicus has refused to spar with him throughout the night, their fight won't be rehearsed.Sisenna has barely given the 'go' and the Iberian is already leaping through air towards his enemy. With just three gigantic steps he finds himself in range and swings his gladius, the Roman doesn't even have time to blink before his head flies from his shoulders. A fountain of blood covers the sand, Bormanicus carefully wipes the red liquid from his sword and puts it back in it's dark sheath."Domina wanted a kill, so I hope she is satisfied with my performance, after that... previous disgrace that just occurred. The champion always delivers." Bormanicus says after a considerate bow towards her.Lucretia remains in her distant state and finally says to Sisenna:"I've decided to spend the night here. Show me to my quarters" and she waives briefly to a bronze skinned Syrian slave to follow her.Sisenna and Saturnina meet each other's eyes, confused, yet relieved.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
It's dark in the surgeon's room. Somewhere doors stay permanently open in order to allow for the constant flow of fresh air through the place, not allowing for stagnant stenches to linger. The surgeon is bandaging Zalmoxis's throat, after applying ointments where layers of skin have gone missing."Nefersan's whip is never swung with half-measures in mind." Hestor the Greek remarks after seeing the damage."If he didn't bring Zalmoxis down, Sisenna would have felt weak and without control. Surely he would have sent the soldiers to make him into mincemeat. Doctore effectively saved your life, you know" Morena says addressing the Thracian."And I saved yours" Zalmoxis's voice is raspy and dry."For which I'll be forever grateful. I would have gifted you the trajectory of my life as well if it wasn't for my wife on the outside..." feelings of melancholy forbid his voice of finishing the sentence. The Illyrian's wounds have already been bandaged.An internal door, leading to the house of the Dominus, suddenly opens. Hestor, Zalmoxis, Morena, the resting wounded Syrian and even the surgeon are now looking at it, expecting the Cohortes Urbanae to storm in, looking for the Thracian troublemaker. Alas, a womanly leg makes it's way first through the doorstep. The unexpected intruder is a young woman with bronze tanned skin, curly long black hair and even blacker eyes. She is more than tall and holds head's height over anyone in the room, yet her movements remain gracious and gentle. Each of her limbs carry a bracelet, donned with a single letter from the Greek alphabet. Her arms and legs are long and skinny, proportionate to her torso. Her neck wears a white collar that contrasts well with her skin. She is a slave. As she speaks, her dark lips uncover pearly teeth. "That one who bears the name Zalmoxis needs to follow me, right now."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Current StatsEris's view of the Thracian: Proper Plaything ( 3/20 Affection | 0 Aversion )the Thracian's view of Eris: Annoying Miscreant ( 0 Affection | 1/20 Aversion )Opinion of Dominus/ Crowd/ Gladiators towards Zalmoxis: 2/20 Dmn | 2/20 Crw | 7/20 Gld
The story will continue in the late evening or tomorrow
>>6097873You good bud?
Generosity Edition>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!Currently, we're at full capacity as far as threads on /qst/ are concerned. However, there's always the chance that space for another player may grow in the future, or that you simply wish to play outside of /qst/ and the quests hosted here. 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?After you've read up and familiarized yourself with the rules and setting, be sure to hop into the Element: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org. Everything that doesn't involve Main Quests occurs here and is helpful for coordination.Character sheets and the guide to making them can be found here: https://rentry.org/tmd2many_charactersComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6119929Skitty nabs the Orb, having never actually gotten her paws on one before. "I mean, we were fighting, Cubone," she says to his back. "I had you if you went down or something like that. You know?" Hm. Did she?She shakes her head. "...Oops."
>>6119929"Ugh man, how'd I end up jumping back to the roof?">he says dusting himself off as he recovers from his second fall in a row, as he does so he notices a familiar looking black bean in the circle the mushroom had just been in>He quickly grabs it and stores it away...not gonna do anything with that until it gets a THOROUGH washing"Alright guys, let's get outta here too. All the spores in the air is messing my with nose.">he lifts a leg to rub at his snout as he slowly follows after their guide
>>6119929Mohka was too busy dusting spores off himself to get to the goodies pile before only the seed remained. It will do.>>6119932"Agreed. I should've known there'd be something suspicious about that mushroom..."
>>6119932"Yeah, really mysterious," she replies innocently. "We should probably get out of here before you spontaneously end up on the ceiling again..."She's still processing the fact that she got ran over by a boulder and is alive, actually. Fuckin' cartoon world.
>>6119936"With the mushrooms we saw before, I was not gonna suspect a thing about another one.">>6119938>he turns and raises an eyebrow at her tone.....a little sussy...."Or before another boulder comes around, and we gotta peel you off the floor."
You are Mouse, the ogre. Although raised by humans you found yourself in service of the dark elven queen - and with her blessing you have embarked on a quest to purge the corruption plaguing the very world you live in.And currently, you seemed to be on the course of bringing this quest to a conclusion.Or at least that is what you had surmised and what you were hoping for. In truth you had precious little idea of what exactly was happening – moments ago you were witnessing a duel between Vult, the mercenary leader, and Maia, the woman who loved him. Then, you were facing the Vult-shaped puppet of the Beast. And now, inexplicably, after journeying through the realm beyond the material, with Laurentia for companion, you found yourself in the midst of a quickly dissolving vision of what seemed to be a not so distant past, watching interaction between an old jaded priest and a scribe assigned a dubious task.“When you feel frightened by the world, remember what gave you the hope to carry on.”The words flow forth, and you’re not sure who is the one to speak them, or if they are audible at all, but in either case both the scribe and the old priest seem to respond to it, their eyes widening slightly and the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the window brightening by a tiniest bit.Or perhaps it was just their eyes that have seen a modest spark of light they didn’t recall having. That is the last idea you manage to formulate as the mists gather and obscure the scene, hurling your consciousness elsewhere.I… I think something changed. I think that helped. You feel Laurentia reach out to you, across whatever the gulf separates you right now. Impression you gain from her voice is strained, but resolved and holding on strong. I can’t seem to track you where and when you go, I just feel your steps. Please be careful.You’re not sure if your own feelings of trust and reassurance get carried back to her when the mists swirl once again, revealing the image you’ve felt would be coming.
You open your eyes to a changed world. Stone floor against your body felt as real and solid as before, and the sky above looked not that different from any other day when cloud cover was breaking, heralding onset of a sunny day.Even so, something had changed. You could feel it in the air, in the light and in your own soul. And you could hear others' response to it as well, as a chorus of cries rose up from the overgrown ruins around, cries of joy and liberation intermingled with cries of anxiety and fear, as the shadows scattered, their deceptive promises dispersed by the beams of light.You got up and looked around, taking in the awkward awakening of the mercenary camp, the impossible embrace of the former mercenary lord in arms of those he sought to use and discard, and awed footfalls of your companions arriving from where their final stand was brought to an abrupt close.The fighting was done.Perhaps not forever and not all the fighting, but the bondage of despair was broken.It takes one more breath, and then the cheering starts. With Sparky being the loudest and most enthusiastic. Come to think of it, you're not sure if you hear anyone else as the winged boy dances around in celebration, but smiles on faces of your companions are enough for you to enjoy the moment.
Once the moment passes, everyone is still looking to you as they look for a path forward. On impulse, you take this chance to thank everyone gathered for their part, and for the trust and faith and hope they had placed in your quest. In ways of going forward, you decided to take upon yourself - and your companions - the task of bringing the remaining residents of the ruins of Atlassia back to the Cathedral City, the captured slaves and penitent mercenaries alike. And there was a lot of penitents, despite the fact that many had chosen to flee rather than stick around for the goddesses justice, or dropped dead if they had embraced the beast's corruption fully. In any case, there was a lot to do still.Better to get started right away.Better, perhaps, to occupy your mind, you think to yourself as your gaze stops briefly on Elle's jubilant visage.And sure enough, the day flies by busily, touring the ruins, tending to the wounded, comforting those who had difficulty believing the nightmare has well and truly ended, watching light return into eyes of those who had long since lost their hope.It was well past sunset that you felt confident that you've traversed enough of the ruins to be reasonably sure that whatever was left could wait for the next day.But you were not quite ready to retire just yet.
She was not in the camp that has been set up for you and your companions at the foot of the ruined temple.You had thought to take that chance to see if Elle was not sleeping so that you could talk to her. She was not. But where could she be?[i]Eyes up, my champion.[/i]Whether it was just breath of the wind or the voice of the - now considerably more distant feeling [i]Hey! I take an exception to that.[/i] - voice of the goddess, you find your gaze rising against the starlit sky.And there, at the edge of the shadowy mound of the ruined temple, a glint of something golden attracts your attention. A silhouette against the backdrop of the velvet of the firmament.You knew where you needed to be.She notices your approach almost immediately and waves at you. You wave back."Sir Mouse, you can't sleep either?" She asks, her voice clear and singsong. A quality a shadow of which you recall from when you've wrecked the cultist mage's operation in the Cathedral City, after she was reunited with her friend.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Elle. There's something I hope to talk to you about... but not as a leader or someone you swore an oath to, but as an equal.""...sir... I mean, Mouse?" Her smile fades, or rather transforms - from one offered to a friend to one that would hold promise and anxiety of holding something delicate in one's fingers."I..." You begin, then trail off and discard what you were about to say as it sounded too pretentious as you reviewed it. Then you pick up again. "I don't..." You begin to think to preempt some misunderstandings, but stop yourself short. Was this normal? Was this because you were an ogre? You were trying to talk to someone you've fought alongside of... why was that so difficult, after speaking with a goddess and facing the Beast itself? If you were to approach queen Olga, or lady Celestine in this manner, you expected you'd have trouble expressing yourself, but this woman you've commanded in fight...Perhaps that was in fact what made so difficult.Perhaps you ought to keep it simple."I love you, Elle. I want to share my life with you, not as my subordinate, but as my other half..."You were considering whether to continue speaking. There were things you could bring up that could make your shared future difficult."Mouse!" The blonde courier gives out a muffled cry, covering her mouth with her hands. But only briefly as her next movement is to launch herself against you and suddenly you find yourselves in a mutual embrace. "Mouse... you... I don't think... I don't think you have an idea how I longed to hear those words. I thought... it was an absurd dream, a fantasy I'd one day get over. And... perhaps I would've. But now... now I'm not going to let go. I'm never going to let go."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
~ And these, too, lived happily ever after. ~~ The End. ~
You're Hino Yakamura. Student. Just another face in the morning assembly. Last year, nobody noticed your greatness, but this year will be different. It has to be. The sun can only shine so bright for people who refuse to look at it. The principal speaks first, followed by the Student Council President. You tried getting on the council last year to no avail. Hmph. Bunch of stuck up snobs relying on nepotism anyways. "Those of you who are familiar with our school will note that it has received quite the makeover. A team of volunteers assembled by yours truly worked tirelessly over the summer to clean and renew every corner, nook and crannies.""As the representative of the student body, it goes without saying that I expect each and every one of you to help maintain the the state of our school. Council elections are following the new year, and I hope to see you vote Mayumi Kanazuki then!"You were on that team. You worked your ass off cleaning the school. You haven't seen her wipe the floors, haul furnishings to sweep behind them and meticulously dust the overhead lights. You did all that, alone even! Did she even do anything other than take the credit and use it to help secure reelection? You don't know, and don't care. Man, to hell with the student council. "Those interested in clubs should know that the Media Club has been newly established. See Ken Minoru for details or await info on our upcoming club fair!"What? Ken went though with the idea without you? And it actually worked? The idea behind the club was obviously your brainchild, with media being a broad enough term to allow basically anything. Games, anime, manga, all that sorts of stuff. The school shot down the idea of an Anime Club, so how'd this pass without you is a mystery. Stepping away to the bathroom, you get a few minutes to compose yourself before homeroom. Your fist bangs against the sink counter, stinging. Used, huh. Should've gotten accustomed to it, but man, why couldn't it been different this year? Composing yourself enough to attend classes, you spent the time until lunch thinking of how to get back for these slights against you. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6102744Dang. Well we'll keep on waiting for when you post it next.Thanks for the thread QM!Question, what's the family situation in the Yakamura household?
>>6101666Wait, wait and wait. Don’t want to get caught in case she doubles back for the third time.The gate opens, shuts and following that is the front door, so you believe. Someone’s home, probably Mayumi’s mom. Getting caught like this would be very compromising, and you refuse to take the blame for Rinkou should she have left evidence. No point in dwelling in what won’t happen, since you’ve made it off their property without so much as peep.Are they talking in there? Can’t hear it properly, and don’t care to catch anything as you stalk your way out. Oh. Right. Mayumi was gonna ask her mom to track her phone. That’s probably it. Once on the street, you hightail it home, making off in the dead of night. Looking back, you just wonder, what exactly was Rinkou planning to do there? Mayumi doesn’t know it yet, but she owes you twice over now. Wasn’t long before you made it home, short of breath and of time. Lots of cardio today, and you’re not used to most of it. Taking a seat on the steps of the doorway, leaning back to recover, you fall over as the door opens unexpectedly.“So son, how’d it go?” Ah, Dad. Who else really? He helps you up, and thinking about it now, you should’ve took a rest inside instead of out here, but your legs didn’t want to haul you any further.“Oh I dunno, talked about another guy, so I guess not as planned.” Chuckling, he didn’t mind if you took longer than he expected. If he was worried, he’d call. Amazing how quickly the sun takes to set. You look over inside. Dad’s packing luggage for one.“Are you going somewhere?”“Maybe. Your mother called, said to be ready incase she needs me overseas.”“To do…?” Mom left a week ago for business. What exactly does that entail? No idea.
>>6102926“If she doesn’t want to tell you, I won’t. If I do go though, I might stay with her for the rest of the time.” That’d be a long time. She was expected to be gone for 10 weeks, so if he goes now, you’d have about 9 weeks alone.Seeing you realize that as well, he reassures you as you hang up the coat and shoes. “But hey, that’s only if I have to go. You’ll be fine without me for some time when you’ve got good friends like that!”“Wha- Oh.” Should you really refer to them as friends? Makes things easier with dad, so guess so. “Kanazuki and Minoru are a real handful, but they’ll get as good as they give soon enough.” “So, never told them about your old man? How about your day? How was it?” Inside, you try making it to your room, too tired to answer much.“Tell you about it over breakfast, ok? Tired. Good night.”“Ah. Night then.” With that, he drops the topic for now and goes back to packing.Opening the door to your room, you find the room cleaned, and worse, the laundry bagged up for washing. Crap. Did he find it? Untying the top, you find Mayumi’s phone inside the mess, having been unnoticed. You never lost a phone before, so you can’t tell if it’s being tracked right now. Low battery, no wifi and after searching for a paperclip, no more service received with the SIM now ejected. You keep that inside the phone’s case, just so you don’t lose it. That should keep it from being found for now.To do list, get the technical know how to crack phones open. Internet’s got to have this info somewhere, but here’s something they don’t have. Plugging in your phone to your laptop, you make several copies of your photo roll. How to use this compromising photo against Rinkou? Do you need to? She isn’t against you directly, and is actually going after Mayumi herself. Shouldn’t that make you two allies? Well, with this, you could encourage her to lean more your way. She has no idea you have any of this, which would protect you from anything rash and drastic. If only you had a way to contact her while remaining anonymous, but that’s a problem for tomorrow. Bed’s been made. Sorry dad, but you’re gonna lie in it. School awaits tomorrow, unfortunately, and there’s lots to get done. Knock Ken out of his goodie two shoes, Take down Mayumi a peg or two, and see what skeletons are in the school’s closet, just out of curiosity. That’ll get people talking about Hino. You hope.
>>6102850The Yakamuras appear unassuming, yourself not withstanding. Small family, consisting of just Hino and Mr. and Mrs. Yakamura. I wrote out the mother as you just saw since I couldn't think of what to do with her. I wanted dad to be a mediator, a bastion to retreat to within reason. Someone you don't want to disappoint, but is a bit too dense or hopeful of things and people. There isn't any domestic problems to deal with at home, since I wanted to save those for other characters to suffer though. And yeah, he was trying to set you up. Yeah, he saw what happened earlier about the phone and at dinner, and he still thought it could work out. That just goes to show just how unserious and laidback he takes things, though he'd be singing a different tune if the dice roll failed then and saw that you actively were plotting against the two. By the way, this was the image I used in my character sheets to represent Hino. I have no idea when I was ever gonna use it here in story, but this just had the face of being a nasty little shit that I thought represented the character perfectly. Additional minor thing, I was gonna name Ken, Chihiro instead, but then I thought his role would be too obvious once you take into account his last name starts with a M. Then again, I might've been better off without the subtlety and made it as clear as a hammer going though glass.
>>6102947Alright, thank you for responding QM. Hope you have a good one.>though he'd be singing a different tune if the dice roll failed then and saw that you actively were plotting against the two.Makes me wonder what that 'tune' would be.
