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Thou seekest a new tale?

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>>5957537
>A composed young man armored in pale blue light, valiantly crossing blades with a fiend
>The bubbling of a sludgy, thick red substance boiling away in a cauldron
>An impromptu screaming match AND battle
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>>5957537
>Cheers of a frenzied crowd as a warrior is sent crashing into the stands of a stone coliseum
>A wyvern, screeching as someone takes it apart with scholarly precision and recklessness
>Peaceful humming by a pond, a man restringing several bows
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>A composed young man armored in pale blue light, valiantly crossing blades with a fiend
>The bubbling of a sludgy, thick red substance boiling away in a cauldron
>A wyvern, screeching as someone takes it apart with scholarly precision and recklessness

If I'm tallying correctly, these are the winners with 2 each. Writing.
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>>5958166
OP ?
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Shame it's dead

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>[Hey hey du~de. Ya' daily report alarm just rang. Wanna make one?]
>"Ah, right... Yeah sure, whatever."
>[BEGIN AUDIO RECORDING IN 3. 2. 1. . .]
>"*cough cough ahem* STR-K Pilot 337, reporting in. As specified in my previous report, me and CC-DA Pilot 609 have arrived in what seems to be the center of this civilization we've landed upon, "The Capital" as they call it. A rather great town compared to the filth we had wandered through beforehand. Smoke-filled skies, streets and vehicles, angry people walking about, it almost feels like home..."
>[Wanna bring up that magic dice voodoo ya' started doin'? And all the local folk ya' murdered?]
>"N-No way! My superiors would lock me up if they heard about that! D-Don't forget to cut that part out before saving this... Anyways! We're currently residing in a massive structure called "The Tower"... they're pretty uncreative with names around here I suppose... B-But I digress. Inside this tower we met up with the local monarch, the Icicle Queen. I couldn't quite understand her explanation, but from what I've gathered the only way for us to return home is using a certain device she has created, which requires a certain source of energy she does not possess..."
>[Psst... She means a magical staff-]
>"Sh-Shut up! Magic isn't real! Yeah sure, it "looks" like a magic staff, but I'm certain it's just some kind of technology we just don't understand, much less the locals! Cut that part out too or I delete your System 32 by the way! But yeah, without that "magic staff", which is in the possession of this really creepy pointy ear girl, it seems like we'll be stuck here for some time still... I wonder if I should take this time off to relax a bit... Ah! C-Cut that part out too!"
>[How 'bout that weird bit with all the flashin' colors hallucinogenic bee-ess goin' on? Don't wanna bring that up?]
>"I still have no idea what you're talking about! Stop taking up log space with your nonsensical ramblings! Uhh... STR-K Pilot 337. Out!"
>[Aaaaaand... Cut!]
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>>5979502
Your plugsuit has [30%] battery remaining! Your partner's plugsuit has [50%] battery remaning! What will you do?
>Both spam shots at the fog until you hit her or her vine throne
>Have your partner cover for you while you try jumping/climbing towards her
>Wait around until the fog hopefully subsides and attack her then
>Try sneaking up on her
>Use your GRN Orbs on yourself / on the ground / throw them at her
>Try to talk it out again
>Run away!
>Write in
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>>5979503
>>Try sneaking up on her
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>>5979503
>Have your partner cover for you while you try jumping/climbing towards her
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>>5979503
>>Have your partner cover for you while you try jumping/climbing towards her
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>>5979503
>>Have your partner cover for you while you try jumping/climbing towards her

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Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. You are the personal Mage Apprentice of the Archmage of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower, and a Disciple of the True Fey. Having found a measure of balance between your human and elven heritage, you are a mage whose mystical, spiritual and political career are all at their absolute peak, and yet only seem set to continue ascending to still greater heights.

So how did you end up babysitting a monster, again?

You and Izirina Henzler—the Archmage’s daughter, and your significant other (well, one of them, it’s complicated) attracted your fair share of stares as you lead your young charge through the emerald-lit ‘streets’ of Iternagreyn, the capital of Sylvan civilization., a city of tall trees and root-and-branch bridges and stairways. Behind you trails your young charge… Or perhaps ‘prisoner’ is a better word, though he doesn’t act like it. The so-called ‘Unknowable Prince’ has all the usual rambunctious energy of his young age, which wouldn’t be a problem… Except that, as the child of the Dragon King of Bloodrise and the spawn of some unknown and no-doubt terrifying mate, he is also fifteen feet long, towers over you when he rears up, and has all the charm and cuteness one would expect from the description: ‘what if a huge insect also had a crocodile’s face and a lion’s mane?’

‘All the elves are staring at us,’ the Prince addresses you, communicating by means of frantic hand gestures while his toothy maw splits open to emit an uneasy, rattling chirp. ‘The elves at home stare, too, but not like this.’

“The dark elves are allies of your father,” you note, grip tightening on your staff. “These elves… Aren’t.”

The long-and-short of it is that you, and Izzy and all your other friends and allies awaiting your return in their diplomatic accommodations, were dispatched to the Sylvan Realms to retrieve this enfant terrible, and thus avert a war between his Dragon King and your elven mother’s people—a war that, through a conspiracy of shapeshifting cross-species romance—threatens to drag in even Hawksong, greatest city of the Race of Man. This was never a simple proposal to begin with but, upon discovering that the Unknowable Prince was a disciple of the same dark entity who has been secretly tutoring Izzy, you made the executive decision to bail him out of jail (well, a taboo temple for unclean things, such as he) and into your personal custody.

See https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=reptoidqm for this quest and its predecessors; only Seeker(s) threads are 'required reading' to follow along, but RIQ and DAQ are in the same universe and share some characters
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>>5974593
>That's already sort of in progress
I forgot, get Testa a boyfriend too.
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>>5974648
>Testa's love life
[Well she'll be appearing at the start of the next thread, but I'm not sure how to fit in Tips getting her a date... And she's pretty good at getting them herself, even if she still has some unrequited interest in Pearce.]

>>5974575
>>5974498
>>5974496
>>5974475
[I imagine you've all already at least peeked at the Kings & Queens tourney if you're interested in that sort of thing, but some character interactions and insights can be glimpsed there, since Tips is participating!]
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>>5974475
>How are you liking the quest’s direction and pacing? We’re approaching the endgame for what I have planned for Seekers faster than expected, but I suspect we still have two or three months left, at least, for reference.
the pacing is ok as of now

>For two ‘waifus’, Izzy and Costella, do they feel realized? Do you feel chemistry between them and Tips, or between one another at all? Do you want to see either developed more, or focused upon more?
Need more Costella, she's kinda the weak link in terms of interaction with us.

>Do you have any long-term character objectives for Tips which we haven’t been working on which you’d like to see wrapped up by quest’s end, besides the Unseelie Star matter, Carazzi, and the relationship situation?
find which god(s) of the bonnum chaoticum we can trust

>Out-of-character, do you have a strong preference for which divine faction comes out ahead in the coming age?
my only preference is that the dark ones lose, that's pretty much it since the bonum chaoticum is kinda unstrustworthy, dunno about the b. legale but they should have an stick even more up their ass and the dark ones is basically the ray peat pantheon.

>Is there anything else you’d like to see more or less of?
some beastmen if possible and more best trouple menage, after all what's the point of having 2 babes if we don't ?
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>>5974475
>How are you liking the quest’s direction and pacing? We’re approaching the endgame for what I have planned for Seekers faster than expected, but I suspect we still have two or three months left, at least, for reference.
It's good, doesn't feel either rushed or dragged out except for some of the votes like on kids or what to do with the community long term, those felt a bit rushed.

>For two ‘waifus’, Izzy and Costella, do they feel realized? Do you feel chemistry between them and Tips, or between one another at all? Do you want to see either developed more, or focused upon more?
Moar Izzy

>Do you have any long-term character objectives for Tips which we haven’t been working on which you’d like to see wrapped up by quest’s end, besides the Unseelie Star matter, Carazzi, and the relationship situation?
Becoming archmage would be nice
Discovering more of the mysteries behind souls and the gods as well.
Clearing up any misunderstandings with our homeland.

>Out-of-character, do you have a strong preference for which divine faction comes out ahead in the coming age?
Gods of Light all the way


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>>5974725
>>5974648
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>>5974496
[Thank you all for your input, and for playing! new thread is up.]

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You are Nowl-Ahn, a supreme Viltrumite warrior, sent to subjugate a primitive planet they call Earth. It's beneath you, but duty is duty. You cloaked yourself in the identity of Nolan Grayson, a facade, an Omni-Man, a so-called hero to these pitiful earthlings. The very thought makes your lip curl in disdain. Heroes? They're nothing but insects waiting to be crushed under your might. And yet, you play their game, biding your time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
In the first issue, you murdered The Immortal, the mightiest among the Guardians of the Globe. Following that, you eliminated Cecil Stedman, the leader of the Global Defense Agency, staging his death as an accident.
When Donald Ferguson came to you with suspicions, you cunningly shifted the blame towards Red Rush and his supposed Russian handlers. Subsequently, you lured Red Rush into a trap and ended his life as well.
Dissatisfied with the weaknesses of your half-human son, Mark, you have initiated a secret affair with Dupli-Kate of the Teen Team. Your grand design is to sire an army of stronger offspring superior to Mark and topple the Viltrumite Empire using them as your instruments of conquest.
In the second issue, you euthanized Robot—a grotesque, deformed human concealed behind a facade of artificial intelligence.
Following that, you banished Damien Darkblood to the infernal realms from whence he came. Darwking, the most intelligent member of the Guardians, was the next to fall.
You then set your sights on the Green Ghost, removing her human husband, Theo, from the picture, and then manipulating her into assassinating Martian Man, framing the innocent extraterrestrial as her husband's murderer.
While the Green Ghost is most vulnerable in her grief and guilt, you lowered her inhibitions with alcohol to seduce her.
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Challenges inevitably arise. Aquarus, notably, starts harboring suspicions towards you. To neutralize this threat, you craft a story for Mark, convincing him that Aquarus has betrayed Earth by colluding with the Viltrum Empire, asserting that his elimination is crucial for Debbie's safety and that of the planet.
Reluctantly, Mark carries out the assassination, his human sensibilities deeply shaken by the act. Observing his trauma, you adopt the guise of a compassionate father once more, guiding him through his distress. Yet, beneath this guise of empathy, you meticulously mold him into your perfect tool, binding his loyalty to you ever tighter.
The aftermath sends Mark to Atlantis, where he has to stand trial for Aquarus's assassination and face his widow, Queen Aquaria. However, this threat and challenge is merely a fleeting chapter in the grand scheme you have set into motion, a minor ripple in the vast ocean of your ambitions.
Later, an Unopan calling himself Allen inadvertently finds his way to Earth. You see this as another opportunity to test Mark's obedience and resolve. Without the hesitancy that once plagued him, Mark fulfills your command to eliminate Allen. Witnessing his compliance, you can't help but smile at the realization that you've honed Mark into the ultimate instrument for your cause, setting the perfect example for his future siblings.
As Mark becomes increasingly entrenched in your plans, you persist in breeding your army.
Olga, the grieving widow of Red Rush—a hero whose life you ended—becomes another unsuspecting participant in your designs. The irony that she unknowingly carries the son of her husband's killer amuses you greatly.
Your ambitions aren't limited to the heroines; you impregnate villainesses as well. Iguana, from the Lizard League, falls prey to your designs next. With her, you forego any pretense of seduction, and impregnate her by force. Similarly, on a whim, you decide to impregnate Roarface, a C-list supervillain, first threatening her life and then offering leniency for her crimes to compel her to bear your offspring.
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Your indiscriminate choice of both heroines and villainesses as the mothers of your future soldiers proves your commitment to your plan, leaving no stone unturned in your quest for dominance.
However, you deliberately refrain from involving Amber Bennet, Mark's former high school love interest, though you had contemplated claiming her for yourself in the past. Considering the potential repercussions—Mark's complete disillusionment with you and the inevitable severance of his loyalty—you conclude that Amber, a mere human without extraordinary abilities, does not justify the risk.
Your attention, therefore, shifts towards worthier mates, such as Atom Eve and Monster Girl. Atom Eve becomes a project of long-term manipulation, requiring years of careful planning and persuasion before you ultimately succeed in making her a mother to one of your children.
Monster Girl, on the other hand, proves to be far less complicated. Emphasizing her age to assert her maturity, she willingly enters into your designs. Like the others before her, she gives birth to your half-Viltrumite child, contributing to your growing army.
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Two decades swiftly pass, during which your sons and daughters mature into formidable and unwavering soldiers, embodying the very essence of Viltrumite might coupled with their mothers' unique abilities.
With your army now at its zenith, you send a message to Thragg that Earth stands ready for the taking, orchestrating a meeting that promises him an easy conquest. However, upon his arrival, Thragg is met not with submission, but with a force of over a thousand fierce warriors, each a testament to your strategic genius and two decades of planning.
The conflict that ensues is epic, stretching across days of relentless combat. Yet, the outcome is never truly in doubt. Against all odds, you stand triumphant, with Thragg dead at your feet.
In the aftermath, you ascend as Nowl-Ahn, the unchallenged emperor of the Viltrum Empire, having forged your path to supremacy not just through strength and strategy, but through legacy and lineage.
Your story reaches the end with your complete victory.

>>End Quest
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>>5975112
>>Good ending.
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>>5975322
10/10

Thank you for your service.

You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! But it's not all bad! Your clone brother, Abel Parker, works to protect the city, and potentially help clean up some of your messes. He goes by the name of "Spider-Man"!

Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest

Last time: During the Prowler's farewell party, the Desperados sang their hearts out in karaoke, partook in some delicious tortas from a catered food truck, and played a couple of incredibly realistic virtual reality games created by their newest member! One of which was a combat simulator, where the Huntsman started to refine the fighting style he'd been developing with Callisto's help.

Afterwards, he paid Cindy and Wanda a visit, and even helped the budding blonde sidekick develop a fighting style of her own!

Can she withstand the hardships of becoming a teenage crimefighting vigilante? Will she and Cindy heed the Huntsman's warnings about the impending Gang War? Will Wanda ever stop being jealous of Cindy's high metabolism? And why didn't Cindy compliment the Huntsman on his stylish new suit?

Find out more in the latest issue of…MAXIMUM SPIDER QUEST!

Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.

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>>5978642
>”He’s right. You can’t legally live in a public park, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use this as an opportunity to change the public perception of mutants.”
>”Trust me, the lady that’s offering to help is a philanthropist. She loves helping people. She once paid me good money to break up a fight.”
Did you know Webb is a Mutant too? Not something that comes up often. She's basically Charles Xavier if he was an actually good person. Another fun fact, Typhoid Mary is Mutant too, of all people.
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>>5978762
>Did you know Webb is a Mutant too?
I don't know about that one chief. Yes, her powers may be symptoms of a hereditary condition, but Mutants only claim people with the X-Gene. Jury's still out on whether or not Webb has that.
Typhoid Mary is definitely a proper Mutant though, I'll admit that.
>>5978642
>”He’s right. You can’t legally live in a public park, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use this as an opportunity to change the public perception of mutants.”
>”Trust me, the lady that’s offering to help is a philanthropist. She loves helping people. She once paid me good money to break up a fight.”
>"We do this right, you'll all have the law on your side for once. I know that may not mean much now, but trust me, it'll give any would-be Mutant bashers something to think about in the future."
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>>5978642
>”Ok, let me tell you the bad news first. Glass' right. You can’t legally live in a public park, the bad guys will use it as an excuse to force you out, and the good guys wouldn't even be able to argue against it."
>"And- 'Skid was it?' He's right too. Mutant's homes got blown up in the past. And maybe the next one will too."
>"But it's a trail that needs blazing... You all left the Alley because you have the hope for things to get better. You don't want to live in hiding, you deserve better, and so does every other mutant who’s been forced to go into hiding as well."
>"We do this right, you'll all have the law on your side for once. I know that may not mean much now, but trust me, it'll give any would-be Mutant bashers something to think about in the future."
>”The woman I want to introduce you to, Madame Webb, she's a philanthropist. She's helped people before, and even paid me good money to break up a fight once.”
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>>5979860
I'd also like to point out that this IS New York. Between the constant supervillain attacks, magical plagues, demonic summonings, and alien invasions, EVERYBODY in the city has been through it at some point. Baseline Human or card carrying Mutant, it doesn't matter.
You can't really constantly worry about that sorta thing happening though, otherwise you'd be a nervous wreck as long as you lived in NYC.
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>>5979892
yeah, I realize that but didn't want to mention it because those houses getting blown up is more collateral damage than /whoever/ seeking out to make enemies with a specific mutant faction

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It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.

A D&D Homebrew Adventure.

Previous Quests:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Rise%20of%20the%20Awakened
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>>5979231
Actually I gotta clean house. Just got a call for a surprise visit. They expect the house to be clean. At least the outside of the house is done and I put in air conditioners in the living room. Still I got a whole living room and kitchen to clean. So I unfortunately have to leave. Will try to make a map on Wednesday.
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>>5979238
>>5979224
>>5979204
Alright, fair enough. Take care everyone. Sleep well Kinny. Hope your sister has a great birthday Ursus! Happy cleaning QM!
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>>5979241
Thank you have a good day everyone
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>>5979206
what in the goddamn fuck
this is the bunker all over again, but worse
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>>5979255
>>5962198
There is a loser's bracket and art is being commissioned of Ursus, but the arrist is seeking guidance on matters of color:

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You are Ethan Graves, a 16-year-old high school sophomore. A few months ago, you discovered your great-grandfather's book of black magic, leading you down a path of dark temptations and moral dilemmas.

> first thread: >>5904737
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>>5948133
> a queen bee that has bullied others into suicide attempts
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>>5948964
Lol, who cares?

>>5948133
> a queen bee that has bullied others into suicide attempts
Welcome back, QM.
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>>5948133
> a teacher that has sex with underage students
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>>5948133
> a corrupt businessman that's been dumping industrial waste
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>>5948133
> a queen bee that has bullied others into suicide attempts

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>>5978765
oh god down time i forgot i am responsible for that too i have been carried by lore and worldbuilding for too long
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>>5978753
>Play out social.(Learn shit and questions)

>time to use the stuff we learned from lunch lady. Let's try to figure out why hellacream chose us over let's say Virgil. Or any other ord.
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Being easily dragged by Hellscream, William follows the mage into the shop as the doors open themselves with a gust of wind magic. Paper doors easily slide away to show racks full of well tailored clothing in an array of colors and patterns from a normal grid like pattern over a brown business suit with a tan tie from the Ashlyn nation, to casual but high status women blue jacket and teal pants, to some exotic looking bathrobes with some random pant on its leg area with very loose sleeves. William’s eyes scan around the area a bit more to even see some kind of fancy ceremonial armor on a pedestal as its head turns toward him. Jolting his entire body at recognizing animated armor as he is pulled away from the golem thing as his eyes drift back to the store to avoid the suit’s attention.

Finally noticing a few more people inside the store seeing other mages being followed by other people looking more dejected and lightly trembling as they keep their eyes to the ground. People in student uniforms, butler attire, suits, or normal looking clothing looking like they were picked off the streets as they are fitted with other clothing as they are forced to stand still. A graduated Animus looking for collars for their beaten slaves, career Rune Knight looking for match colors as his slaves flinch at every movement, and a Revelation type looking over silken fabrics while talking to a fox thing. Mages everywhere waiting for the chance to rip him apart for daring to look above the ground. His stomach feeling as if it is sinking as a cold terror grips his heart as it thunders behind his ears, as the air itself slowly choking his breath as adrenaline and fear floods his body. Eyes zipping around the rooms trying to look for a way out only for William to stop an active animated armor step down from the pedestal and make its way to him. Somehow knowing he doesn’t belong here. Seeing weakness that must be wiped off the ground. You need to get out, get out, get out, getoutgetoutoutoutoutout.

>Fear check roll 1d100 DC 30-60-90
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5979397
We ain't scared of shitttt
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5979397

Big Dog, Big Hog, that's the name bitches. A week ago your name was different, you were called John, stuck in a souless job working for some consulting company. The money was good, real fucking good, but every day of work caused a piece of you to die.

Last Wednesday, you were taking a train into the office, the laborious journey took you 2.5 hours each way. You were on that train when you decided there needs to be a change, you need to be alive rather than rotting away with every day. Wracking your brain you were thinking of a new line of work to go into, and that's when it hit you, you've always wanted to be a pimp. Since a child you have dreamt of being the biggest pimp on the mean streets of West Lynn.

For a week you've been living the life, you are a pimp. You've got the oversized novelty hat, the chains and your cane. There is one issue with actualising you dream of been the top pimp of West Lynn, you haven't got any bitches to pimp out.

What do?
>Scheme on some bitches that ain't got no money
>Find another pimp, beat him and steal his bitches
>write-in
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Roughly you grab the woman by her wrist, yanking her off the floor, dragging her deeper into your house. Coming to your bedroom you throw her onto the mattress which she bounces upon. Her wide green eyes are full of fear as she cowers from you, paralyzed by your power and dominance. You grin at your captured prey, drinking in the moment. You throw your hat which perfectly lands on your hatrack.

With a softer tone you ask, “What’s your name?”

Taken aback by your cadence she pauses then replies, “H-Han-”

“Shhh, that’s not your name no more.” You cut her off by placing a finger on your bitches trembling lip. Gazing at the defenceless girl you come up with her new name inspired by her fiery red hair. “Your name is Red now. Tell me, what’s your name?”

“P-please I’ve got money, I will give you anything. Can I go? Can I please just go?” Red begs as new tears spill from her eyes.

You join Red on the bed, pinning her down with your strength but she barely resists, exhausted from all the shed tears. “Red, think about what happened today. I bashed your last pimp’s skull in. If you run or resist me, I will kill him in the middle of the streets, then I hurt your family. So, think before you say a word, what is your name?”

“Red,” An almost imperceptible whisper escapes her lips.

“Good girl,” You stroke Red’s shivering cheek, “Now undress for me.”

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>>5950974
>get red hoein
thats why we snatched her right
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>>5950974
>>Send Red out to earn you money
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>>5950974
>Use Red to help you recruit another hoe
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>>5950974
>Send Red out to earn you money
Ambush her old pimp if he shows up, otherwise try to find a good spot

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The Unified Kingdom of Lindan has stood for centuries and has faced both catastrophes and miracles during its long history. Yet, a constant threat has lived in the populace's heart throughout it all. From kings to peasants time has proven that no one is safe from the whims of these enigmatic beings. In ages past they had many names, some called them Demons or Devils while others referred to them as Otherworlders, but today they are simply known as Strangers.

Hailing from an alternate dimension known as Earth the strangers always possess some form of outrageous ability they refer to as a Cheat Skill and with it they cause unimaginable cruelty. To combat the threats the Strangers pose the Crown sought the aid of the Church of the Goddess by inviting a Holy Order known as the Inquisition into the kingdom. The members of which are tasked with disposing of the Strangers, sometimes even banishing them back to their world of evil.

You are Lorina de Lindan, princess of Lindan, and currently third in line to the throne behind your elder brother and his daughter. You’ve recently been expelled from the Royal Mageknight Academy despite being both the top of your class and the student council president. All because you lost an honor duel to the peasant scholarship student Anastasia Lyndale for attempting to seduce your fiancé Albrecht Von Herrman away even if it meant severing the bonds between your two kingdoms. You were not expecting the prince himself to fight as the commoner's champion and for yourself to be left devoid of allies.

Due to this disgrace, you need to regain your lost pride by using your abilities to fulfill a greater purpose than trying to win an academy love triangle. As such you’ve made arrangements to join the Inquisition and bring justice to those who would do your kingdom ill. At least it’s a better plan than joining the army and being sent on a crusade to the Demon Wastes.
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>"Ashur. Please explain what you mean by "Sci-fi shit", before the realization of this world's technology gap completely unhinges me. Preferably away from everyone else."

After hearing an explanation of sorts...

>"There's the possibility that these kidnappings are related, perhaps as some sort of manual labor. Even if they aren't, I don't like the idea that this kidnapper will just fade away into the night once this "Factory" is taken care of. Perhaps we can waylay the thugs and force them to tell us who is receiving the victims and other relevant information, then sneak onto the island with you and another inquisitor dressed as the thugs and me and Marie as victims, then, while you try to destroy the power source, we break out with our magic and Cheat Skills, meet back up, and hunt down the Stranger with the other kidnap victims we free and kill or capture him?"
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>>5979535
Damn that's not just a factory, that's a whole city

Also that spoiler, so worrying

>>5979535
>Try to capture the kidnapper and interrogate them
For the sake of Asher's peaceful sleep
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>>5979575
Supporting this
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Hoo boy, a full-blown city, eh? I suppose a GATE-style Isekai isn't out of the realm of possibility, but to think they'd be full-on sci-fi stuff... This Wonderland stuff continues to be interesting-- I wonder if we can nip that in the bud...

>>5979535
Let's work outwards, starting from what's closest to home.

>Investigate the Trade Ships in the Harbor, to get their testimonies
>Look into the kidnapper and attempt to capture them for information
>Travel to the Highland Clan and consult with them regarding the Metal Castle

Once all of those are done, we can probably work our way into the Metal Castle. Either we find a lead somewhere, or we just sail there later on.

So for the next few days...

>Look into the kidnapper and attempt to capture them for information
>Travel to the Highland Clan and consult with them regarding the Metal Castle

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>>5979891
>Let's work outwards, starting from what's closest to home.
I like this plan, although I'd prefer to switch trade ship talks with the kidnapper on your list, since it might take a some more time for us to find a pattern the kidnapper has that we can take advantage of.

My whole plan was just sort of something I thought we could do if we're on a timer. I'd imagine we could still pull it off, but the more advantages we can bring up, the better. Perhaps we can see if the clanfolk or the merchant captains have seen any unusual pipes large enough for a person to climb into?

>Cue Asher grousing about entering a city through the sewers à la Netflix Trevor Belmont

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“As flames were closing in all around us, I looked up and saw God. And you know what? God is made of steel.”
-Unnamed Serf

A change of fortune diverts you from the cliffs, to a place you never expected to be - the heart of the Omnissiah's worship in Odrev. Once you arrive, though, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on what's literally before you.

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Read the previous threads at: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=False%20Woman

You possess an amount of Strain equal to your Conditioning score. When attempting actions beyond your current capacity, you gain a point of Strain. Attempting to Strain while at maximum Strain will result in a Strain Check. During a Strain Check, roll 1d10 for every point of the relevant Parameter. Results that are 6 or above count as one success. Results of 10 count as two successes. Three successes must be rolled to avert a critical failure. Fail or pass, after a Strain Check, you cannot Strain again until you restore your Strain by seeking shelter.

This quest allows you to designate a second-choice vote on decisions with three or more options before Write-Ins. When votes are totaled, the option with the least votes for it will be removed, with votes for that option instead being changed to the second-choice of those voters. Second-choice votes are also used to break ties. This helps increase the accuracy of votes, but is not mandatory. Please specifically mark your second-choice as such if you do so.

Vote stay open for a minimum of six hours, but will usually take longer.


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>>"I haven't actually worn it yet."
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>>5979133
>"I haven't actually worn it yet."
>"Though it looks fine, it can't exactly cover up the state of the glove."
Also of all things, why did she ask? Is it her favourite sweater?
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>>5979133
>>"I haven't actually worn it yet."
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>"I haven't actually worn it yet."
Writing.
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“I haven't actually worn it yet.” You murmur back.

“Huh?” Trisa-Cant-8 seemed taken aback, one of her mechadendrites twitching oddly. “I'm sorry, is there something wrong with it?”

“Nothing's wrong with it. I think."

“But then...” She floundered slightly. “...why?”

“...why do you ask?” You tilt your head.

“I'm sorry-” She shakes her head, trying to avoid raising her voice above a soft rasp. “It's just that the Forge Master had me run across half the temple to grab things out of our temporary reclamation buffers for you. Was what I brought upsetting?” She gestured to your burnt right glove, still exposing most of your wrist and forearm beneath the auto-needle.. “I thought you'd want to cover that up.”

You glance at your torn sleeve and casually cover the patch with a hand. “It's not that."

>"I don't want to look like I'm a techpriest. Or initiate."

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You manage to convince the storyteller to take a break and wait while you gather as many people involved with the events of the past four to six months. It wasn't difficult as merely having a complete account was more than enough to entice Luo to wait for as long as it took for you to gather your entourage. Given that you weren't allowed into the village, the task proved a bit more difficult that you expected. Ming was still away and you can innately sense Xin Lan wandering around the base of the mountain as well so both were out of reach unless you planned on screaming at the top of your lungs.

That only left the Brotherhood and Tigress. A few of the Library's leaders were still at the palace, mostly in Palace's library combing over old land deeds and the like to prepare for their people's integration. Tradition made them hesitant to share their tale with an outsider as they preferred to chronicle their own lives but upon learning that Luo was once their host's old master they seemed more agreeable to the idea. You ask for them to retrieve the others and Ming down in the village as you go and search for Tigress. Xin Lan would follow as soon as the word began to spread.

Tigress proved to be as difficult as you suspected. You somehow manage to dance through the minefield that is speaking with her and inform her that an old master of the Palace was visiting and he would very much like to hear her account of the last few months. While it wasn't the entire truth, it manages to play to her sense of duty enough that her tail flicks angrily at you but you take that as a sign of acknowledgement. She'd be there.

All you had to do now was wait and the wait doesn't take very long as something slams onto your back and swings around your neck. Xin Lan hug your neck tightly as they peer right into your eyes, nose twitching excitedly. "You have to take me to him. Now." They say swinging side to side. "Otherwise I'm telling my big brother to beat you up and I'll never give you another holiday gift again." You reach to grab them but they simply swing around to sit on your shoulders and cover your eyes.
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>>5976657
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>>5976657
Gonna try and work on our new style. Asking Xin and no interruptions this time. I know you guys have been trying to get this going for a while and this is a good spot to do so. You still can't avoid philosophizing though. It's your dirty dirty habit. Writing.
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"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. You want to learn what?" Xin Lan asks as they stop in the middle of their set. They give you a look that was a mixture of wondering if they heard you correctly and if so if you were joking.

You motion for them to continue. "I didn't say stop." You begin before catching yourself but it was too late. Xin Lan was already bearing a wide grin across their face. "Xin come on, this is serious." You start.

"Mmm...alright. But you owe me." They say smugly. "Oh the jokes I'm going to make with Ming..." You roll your eyes and shake your head. You place a few more weights onto Xin Lan's gear.

"You just earned yourself 5 more reps." You say as you tighten the vest and leg weights. "More importantly, I said I want you to teach me how to do that thing you do. You know, when you pull back and go emotionless." Xin Lan wiggles a bit as they try to get used to the new weight. You're about to remind them again when they speak up.

"You don't want to learn that." They say casually. "It's very boring. Listen, I know you're not as grumpy as you used to be but you're still our very favorite grumpy snow leopard. You don't wanna get rid of that."

"If you don't know how you don't need to avoid the topic." You say. "I can try and figure it out myself."

"I don't know...well I guess I kind of do. They did it to me so the information has to be locked in there somewhere but I could think of other ways that might work." Xin Lan replies standoffishly. "Like I said, it's not nearly as fun as my tease able big guy."

"Xin, I'm not asking you to make it permanent. I just need to know how it works so I can work on this style I want to make. One where...I don't need to destroy someone to stop them." You press.

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>>5978189
>I think I'm just old Xin. I was in my twenties when I was a prodigy able to face a garrison of the valley and reap through to the palace. After 20 years, I'm still able to handle any force the imperial or mongolian armies can throw my way, and now after my journey I'm more ferocious than ever. but now I have you and Renshu and Ming, and a selfish part of me wishes to enjoy life with your presence rather than always on the move. That's the source of my thoughts about retirement and things to do.

>Say we're not dying and explain why we wish to learn the new style. Explaination: If I also wish to be totally honest Xin, half of this is me going soft. I will not kill again, and if I can reduce this even further, then I would gladly do so. the other half. . . is that this excites me. A challenge I've not had in years, creating a style inspired by my friends, full of stringent requirements and brain achingly difficult conditions to put together? It's invigorating. That it might never be learnt again doesn't matter, when compared to the joy of learning it.

Tai Lung is a Kung Fu fanatic, while a lot of the reason may come down to a desire for altruism, another large part will come down on the fact that he LOVES kung fu and this shit is the best test he could ever hope to find
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>>5978228
Sorry for the absence lads. Time to write.

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The Heavenly Emperor was imprisoned in His very own capital by traitors, and a call for heroes was issued to rescue Him from his imprisoners.

Close to the capital, a Coalition of Heroes has begun its conquest of the Great Swamp, the region holding the current Imperial Capital.

At the other end of the world; the Kindled Alliance based in the Stairway City, their ultimate goal unknown. Do they want to preserve the Heavenly Empire, or see it end?

But little did they know, the Emperor was missing, somewhere out in the woods, as vulnerable as any mortal.


Welcome to Setting Sun, a character-driven worldbuilding game. It is primarily story-driven and generally meant to showcase how settings can be focused on pulling as much drama out of a given circumstance and an array of character relationships rather than listing an assortment of factions.

New players can join, please ready the previous thread for rules.

To the anon who archived this for me, much appreciated!
Previous Thread:
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Morning gents, I regret to say that I have lost the drive to continue this quest. It was more complicate than I needed it to be (despite its simplicity), but it was too difficult for me to keep this going while I was doing other projects. For those who have been with me before /qst/ such as the Between Two Skies threads from /tg/, I still have the Lingdom thread I'm running, which I actually have fun doing.

>>5939898

I've actually been working on building a website to store my worldbuilding autism, so you might see that shilled on /tg/ some time in the future.

Here is a cute idol-hime as an apology.
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>>5956247
Courier anon here, sorry that you've been burned out and for replying so late. As much as it would be fun to continue this quest, your enjoyment and well being come first. This shouldn't feel like a second job. I've also been following the other quest and enjoy it as well, and I wouldn't be surprised if other anons here have been doing so. Thanks QM!
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>>5956247
Thanks for running.
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Test

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Your name is Rodney King. Yes really- no relation.

Being a bit of a slacker and underachiever, you don't have much going for you in life right now. Entering young adulthood and independence was a big change for you, and was exciting for the first few years, but you already feel the creep of routine starting to come over your life. Your little job at a hardware store is enough for you for now- other then that, you just go home to sleep and play video games all day.

You live in a shitty, run down part of your city in a major metropolitan area. You can afford your rent, but it's not great. At least your landlord is nice, as far as landlords go. He gave you a discount for this specific apartment, because of its... unique living situation.
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>>5977555
Okay, now here's the most important question of all...IF we kept the promise to Sam, could we have scored the big tiddy goth girl?

That'd be the real good ending, the way I see it.
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>>5977583
I never really considered their relationship to be romantic in any way, they didn't really click. Rodney is too self absorbed. But I'd say keeping the promise + closing the tunnel for good would have been the romance ending, sure. I mean you basically proved you had magic powers to the chunni vampire roleplayer type girl, so we'll go with that.
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I was kinda of wondering if there was a chance we'd lose control of our thoughts about the tunnel at some point in using it and "something" would come out.
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Something. Sinister
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Something. Happy.

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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.

But it was a beginning.

Born below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind blew west, down through the Darkwood, and out through the grasslands of the Almoth Plain. Cold it swept through the tall grasslands, cold it howled against the walls of Almoth itself, howled down its cobbled lanes and through its square gardens, long and howling until it caught the coat of a young prince squared off against his master, two men armed with practice swords in one of the many secluded square gardens that dotted the great city.

Cold its howl found you, at the dawn of the day with sunset’s slow rise.

The Wolf Wind the peasants called it, its howl reaching down from the high peaks of the far eastern mountains promising snow and ice and all the pain of darkest winter. It meant nothing good.

You are Amalric al Amal of House Carlan, Prince of Falme. Your father is Amal al Osric, Lord of the Plain, First Keeper of the Tree, the Watcher on the Water, Guardian of the West, King of Almoth.

Your father’s master-at-arms was a dark skinned Tairen, currently flashing the gaps in his teeth through a beard ringed grin, sighting you down the length of his wooden blade. It was a poor imitation for the real sword he carried, a slender blade you’d seen him draw but once.

Vienma Sun, as foreign a name as everything else about him. His loose trousers tucked into his boots, the cuffs of his brown coat rolled up to bare his forearms. He was an age with your father, his woolly dark hair threaded with silver, but the two men couldn’t be less alike, your teacher moving through the world with a lightness of step and cheery grin that stood out among the dour people of Almoth.

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>>5952612
>>Follow the raven haired lady
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>>5946827
You good, OP?
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>>5961050
He's with Robert now
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>>5952612
>Follow the raven haired lady
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>>5946827
Could someone archive this in sup tg for posterity?
Damn shame.


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