Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_You are Huanliuxue (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), She who touched and dyed the moon red, the rightful ruler of and most impressive amongst all beasts, the heir to the primordial throne of true primordial nobility, an popular amateur writer, the founder and first and current grand master of the palace of natural laws sect (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) and creator of the cultivation technique following the dao of ghosts and grudges, there heretical art of the Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎl), and you are also the rightful monarch of the kingdom of the buried army of those who dared oppose the order of the heavens, the aggressors and only victims of the bloodless war, a kingdom of graves, tombs and quiet catacombs filled to brim with vengeful spirits, hungry ghosts and ancient warriors turned phantom calamities.However, the king who has lost his name and been forgotten by all outside of his cursed followers and soldiers trapped beneath the now split mountain you claimed and marked as your own years ago, still holds most of the lands of one of your rightful domain. And while it is but one of the many kingdoms and titles that are rightfully yours, the forgotten king and his toadies have earned your ire and enmity through all the wrongs they have committed against you and yours. They tried to attack you while you were in deep meditation and refining the ghostly essence saturating the tomb kingdom, and during your student's valiant defense of your cultivation chamber, one of those brute's cursed one of poor Qiang's eyes, forcing her to tear it out herself! And since everyone, men and beast alike, mistake her for your daughter, you may as well pay them back for that injury as if she truly was from a litter of yours! And that isn't to mention the insults the governor of his that you've been using like a caged canary and footstool has spat your way. And still is. Even though Yin Zhao has been your prisoner for quite some time, he hasn't once wept or wailed pathetically with the other loyalists you keep caged to sing you pretty and sorrowful songs while you hold court and appease your subjects by alleviating the agony of their wretched and cursed existence trapped here beneath the earth. Not quite in hell, but certainly not alive.Subjects who are now braying and barking for "blood" and vengeance, the fury they feel towards their former leader for getting them trapped in this sorry state driving them all into a frenzy, even those who are usually cool headed, composed and mostly sane after the long centuries confined here by the heavens' spite.Cont
>>5980838Personally I would definitely like to try and recruit him. Between us both being royalty, both having a strong affinity with the dead, and both of us hating the gods, we have a lot in common. Hell, judging by this short exchange we just had we are both pretty hot-headed so that's another plus.The only question is whether or not his pride will allow him to serve under someone else, or if his hatred of the gods is even stronger. I like our odds personally, considering all the shit the gods put him through, but you never know.Ultimately we will need to meet him first anyway, for all we know he enjoyed murdering kids for fun, so we may not want him at all.
>>5980645>Perform the demon art: Blood Rain, Chaos Mist, and see how effective it is against the dead (Magic trial. DC 120)
>>5980645>Lay back on the tide of the wrathful dead, and play for them while breathing out as much grudge smoke as you can to drown the tombs with your gathered resentment (Magic trial DC 95)I am curious about Blood Rain Chaos Mist, but I gotta keep my loyalty to good music.
>>5980645>>Lay back on the tide of the wrathful dead, and play for them while breathing out as much grudge smoke as you can to drown the tombs with your gathered resentment (Magic trial DC 95)
>>5970571>Art: Dan Mora>Alt-Text: Comic cover of The Riddler in the foreground. In the background, cut out newspaper letters spell “Riddle Me This” while Superman and Batman leap into action in front of a maze.Batman: Superman! You have to fight it!Ivy: The sun doesn’t fight. It feeds. Clark starts glowing as a field of flowers spawns in a ring around him. The parks shudder and flexes, the ground itself pulsating.Batman: You are stronger than this! Stronger than most people! You landed on a world of hate and violence and chose to make it better. It doesn’t matter if she’s sapping your energy. Your real power is your will!Your ally grits his teeth, Failsafe buzzes in your ear about magnetic waves but it doesn't have to bother. You can taste electricity in the air. Leaves rustle, but this is no wind. Sfx: SBOOOMMSHH!!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5976818>The vines launch into the air, and the trees around you follow. Massive pillars of wood forming a tower in the sky.>It breaches the horizon and explodes into a cornucopia of fruits and flowers.>Petals rain like water and as the clouds part, sunrise bathes you all.Breaking news! Giant tree sprouts in Gotham's Robinson Park in wake of mass riots! A surprise olive branch for Gotham's people?!
>>5976818>Phantom Riddles, Part TwoThe visuals of this sound fun
>>5976834>>5976841>>5976930Locking for Mental Blocked. Update this week.
>>5978396Out of curoosity, why not leave the vote open until you're rwady to write? Or have you already begun?
>>5979369I have begun. I thought of leaving it open for longer but I wasn't seeing any new votes.Still adjusting to the weekly schedule myself.
Previous thread: >>5952601The weird thing that came out of the wall can talk. It tells you that she was just in a room like this, and asks you where she is.
>>5977615You tell her that she is in the famous brothel Wet Bussy and that you're both bondage fanatics
>>5977649>"Aaaaarms? I don't know where we are. I'm Derf."
>>5977649"Where's your bleeding hole?" Of course, we mean the trepanning, what else?
>>5977615>I have no Idea. Could you please search in my headhole for secrets?
>>5979101+1
The great hosts of chaos marched towards Karag Dum. Thousands, tens of thousands made their way towards the ancient ruins of a proud dwarven bastion that had held out for so long. Its cannons had roared, its mithril clad warriors had cut and hewn and cleaved and shot the warriors of chaos. Its forges churned out endless suits of armor, countless weapons, endless stockpiles of bolts. Its mighty walls, placed atop a lone mountain domineered over the landscape, the towers seeming to pierce the very sky and disturb the gods above. And for that, it had to fall. The dwarves fought, and yet, they had fallen to the hordes of chaos. Despoiled, ravaged, raped, as all lands ought to be, sooner or later.You had never seen the Karag before. And now, only crumbled ruins remained. Maybe, the next time you visit it, it won’t be so far in the future, for the crumbled walls and broken towers more remind you of the rotten jaws of a warhound than of a proud bastion overrun by brave soldiers of Chaos.As you crest the bleak ocher hill, you see what you long expected. Beneath a burning orange sky, a gathering of armies, warbands and hosts. Spitting on the ground and uttering a oath, then continue forwards, order your host to make camp while you head for the centre of the gathering, towards the lone tent overlooking the countless hordes.As soon as you step in front of the tent and try peering inside, you feel a shove from behind. Tumbling forwards and already drawing your weapon out, you turn to strike at your assailant, but to no avail, as you fall through the tent flaps, which close shut behind you. A cleave at them leaves your blade harmlessly bouncing from the magical cloth. A rough chuckle emerges from behind you.“Another one!” A Hung chief laughs. “Settle in friend. We all wait long.”A quick scan of the massive tent reveals a impressive gathering of warlords, chiefs and champions, of Kurgan, Hung and Beastmen types, all eyeing each other with doubt, suspicion and spite. Yet, all keep their weapons by their belts. They must have been here for long in order to have relaxed so much in such company. A moment of thinking later, you choose to follow their lead, but keeping your gaze on a bestigor with a head crowned with 3 pairs of horns.You think of speaking to the mob, yet before you can, a female voice booms in the room. “You won’t wait for any more.”In a flash of motion, every blade is drawn and more than twice that many eyes are anxiously glancing around the tent. “A whispering on the steppes had called you all here.” The strange cloaked figure spoke as it appeared in the center.Within a moment, the champions and warlords and reaves and warriors all surrounded the figure, distrustful of each other, but afraid of the figure that just appeared between them.“I called you here.” The figure continued, concealed by the dancing shadows too thick to be natural. “I called you here so that you may wage war upon the southlands.”
Turn 6:Wheatlands:The vicious Kossar charge leaves the horsearchers of Mulrog dead. After the Kossars cornered them in a church and lit it ablaze, cutting any and all who dared exit with their sabres.While their village is still a smoldering ruin, at least some revenge is had.Meanwhile, a unit of chaos knights under Hangar is half decimated by a suicidal charge downhill. (2/5HP left)Meanwhile, Rue'Vahn's host is viciously set upon by a horde of Ungols and his dear Sunset is lanced in the throat, leaving her almost dead. Luckily for him, Ivan's host is nearby, and if they can be convinced to help, Sunshine will certainly recover.
Baersonlings:Not much of note happens. The Chaos warriors firmly stand in their position, ready for vicious combat that will follow soon, chopping trees and erecting barricades for the upcoming fight.
>>5981178AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHIVAN PLEASE HELP I'LL GIVE YOU MY LOOT!!!
>>5981178Oh right, it's a new turn and I didn't actually move anyone.Sunset will fall back, while the slaves move in the way to block any pursuers. The problem is that since they're infantry with one health, the ungols will be able to wipe them out without taking any damage, and then able to continue their chase. If I pay Ivan and the slaves live, then at least I didn't lose anything by participating in this chaos raid.
>>5981224Keep in mind, there is no disengaging from combat. So there is no 100% guaranteed way to keep Sunset safe, you can only minimize the odds of the Ungols striking Sunset by swamping them (the Ungols) with as many enemies in combat as possible as they hit a random nearby enemy.If I was you, I'd send both my slaves down south to attack the southern Ungol and hope that Ivan strikes at the Ungols from down south.That would give Sunset a 2/3 chance of surviving.
"Wake up." You open your eyes to the familiar, yet always somewhat imposing, stone walls of your room in Blackthorn Keep. Your name is Caden Blackthorn, the eldest son and heir of Lord Edric Blackthorn and his dear wife Lady Agatha. At fourteen, the weight of your future responsibilities as the lord of Blackthorn Keep already presses on your shoulders, a constant, if not entirely unwelcome, companion.The morning sun barely filters through the narrow window, casting long shadows that dance across the floor. You rise, the cool stone beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you reluctantly leave behind.Today, unlike most days filled with the rigorous studies and training expected of a lord's heir, promises a brief respite. It's the day of the Autumn Festival, a day when the entire keep and the surrounding villages come alive with music, laughter, and the scent of fresh harvests.>A) A strange sense of déjà vu washes over you, leaving you with the eerie feeling that this moment has unfolded before.>B) Fragments of a half-forgotten dream flash through your mind, hinting at terrible things on the horizon.>C) Memories of another life, filled with a decade of pain and heartbreaks, the adventures of a prodigal son, flood your consciousness vividly.>D) Your mind is clear, with a focus solely on the present, unburdened by the past.
"There you are, Caden! I've been searching everywhere for you—" Mirena's voice cuts through the courtyard, lively as the girl you remember racing through the orchards. But her demeanor shifts abruptly as she notices the company you're in, and she quickly curtsies, saying, "My apologies, Lord Blackthorn.""Ah, you're Castellan Hugh's daughter, aren't you?" Your father regards Mirena, who looks striking in her dress, with an appreciative eye. "I remember when you were just a scrawny little thing always tagging along with Caden... you've blossomed into quite a beautiful woman.""Thank you, my lord," Mirena replies, her voice tinged with discomfort. Her response lacks the blush and shy smile that your mother's compliments usually evoke; instead, there's an edge of unease. It's clear she's not accustomed to such attention from older men, and it visibly unsettles her."She may have grown prettier, but she remains as willful and disobedient as ever," Castellan Hugh interjects with a scowl, his tone harsh. Hugh is a man of old beliefs, firm in the conviction that women should be obedient to men, "I thought I told you to wear the red dress?""Lady Agatha thought that one a bit too immodest," Mirena murmurs, her gaze dropping to the floor.Castellan Hugh’s face tightens in disapproval. He's not one to challenge Lady Agatha's decisions, respecting her status as the Lady of the Keep, but his displeasure in being overridden by a woman’s judgment is evident. He views the Autumn Festival as an opportunity, a chance for Mirena to catch the eye of a potential suitor, perhaps a second son of a lord or a wealthy merchant, with a dress that might show a bit more skin than Lady Agatha deems appropriate.You understand his motives all too well. Throughout his life, Hugh has been derided as an upjumped commoner and now seeks to elevate his daughter's station by any means necessary—even if those means involve exploiting Mirena's appearance, blatantly ignoring her comfort and feelings in the process.As you stand there, watching the interaction, you feel a protective stir within you. Mirena is more than just a pawn in her father's ambitions. She is your friend, a person with her own will and right to dignity. You resolve to support her, to ensure that during this festival, she experiences the joy and freedom deserving of her spirited nature, not the weight of her father's schemes.>A) You resolve to confess your love for her today, the decision heavy in your heart but clear, as you know it's the truth you can no longer keep hidden.>B) You decide to wait, letting her make her own choice, too afraid of risking the cherished friendship you share in case she doesn't feel the same way.
>>5980402>A) You resolve to confess your love for her today, the decision heavy in your heart but clear, as you know it's the truth you can no longer keep hidden.
>>5980438>A) You resolve to confess your love for her today, the decision heavy in your heart but clear, as you know it's the truth you can no longer keep hidden.We're going to get some pussy tonight lads
You're a modern Western man who was transported to 1600's Japan. What isekai powers did you get?>High stats>Save scumming>Other
>>5979175>You have a feeling he is lying
>>5979175>>You have a feeling he is lying
>>5979175>You trust the pilot>>5979236What's your deal? Is this your D&D character you're trying to turn into a thing?
>>5979745its a quest that died immediately after some anon started spamming mazela quest in votes of a lot of other quests
>>5979748I see. Thanks for the lore, anon.
Your name is WALTER HARTWELL WHITE. You have just woken up after your 50TH birthday. It's time to go to the hospital.
>>5980106>CONFRONT JESSE. You haven't talked since he flunked your class, but you can't not help a former student. (+5 WALTER POINTS)
Good discussions you guys :) Shockingly, it seems we're at a near tie now.I probably won't be able to update til late tonight, so feel free to deliberate on what the best course of action here really is until then. Expanding on your choices is also recommended, the more detail you give, the better you can steer Walt towards the desired future you want to give him.
>>5980106As Walter-y as we are right now, we'd probably just piss Jesse off if we go in and try to fix his life as the science teacher who flunked him, Jesse only started respecting and looking up to Walt after he showed he could get his hands dirty and the shared fucked up experience of having to actually kill a guy for the first timeTherefore, though I'd wish we could start off this relationship fast and on a good foot, the slower burn is probably the smarter way to go>IGNORE HIM. You'd rather not get your hands dirty with all that criminal grime. To think, one of your former students. (+3 HEISENBERG POINTS)Let's go check out the lab first, then go and find him later like in canonIf we just try to team up with him now, he's going to be suspicious as hell since we're quite literally here on the scene in a DEA vehicle
>IGNORE HIM.>>5980112>>5980118>>5980135>>5980140>>5980949>CONFRONT JESSE.>>5980117>>5980186>>5980474Fascinating thoughts, people.>>5980949Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981072Actually, I'll update tomorrow, I'm beat from work.
One day, while searching the woods for a sparrow to crack with your pocket of stones, you come across a small cave at the base of a mossy hill. It smells like wet stone inside but as you venture deeper, you get whiffs of an odor like the one that hangs over the village cemetery on dry summer days. It is then you see it. There is a man sitting against the cave wall, his legs outstretched. Sleeping, you think. The light from the mouth of cave is not enough to make out his face and hailing him does not rouse him from his slumber. You inch closer. A rusty gauntlet glints from his hand, resting just above his knees. You reach out to shake his shoulder and small mouse jumps out from his head and runs into the darkness making you yelp and jump back. You can make out now a white skull, picked clean of all flesh, and masses of cobwebs in the hollows. A cruel black arrow sticks out from the man's belly. He is most certainly not sleeping.In the other hand, you see a leather scabbard clutched close to the chest. It is with a great effort that you wrench it from the chewed fingers. It is covered in dust and smells vaguely of rat droppings, but the blade inside, when you draw it out, is as sharp and shiny as the day it was forged. You've never seen anything so fine.>What do you do?[ ] Show the blade to your father, it'll surely fetch a fair price at the market, and your family will be glad for the coin.[ ] Hide the blade inside your tunic and present it to the old watchman, Delaney Halfhand. Perhaps he'll teach you how to use it.[ ] Wear the sword on your back and swagger triumphantly to the village well, showing it off to the other boys. You can't wait to see the green in Thomas Bishop's eyes![ ] Other
>>5976923>[ ] The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>[ ] Admit no more than your finding the sword in the woods. It is the truth, after all, and the part which you've left out will not harm anyone.
>>5977082We dindu nuffin after all.
>>5977339
Old Maple Hill. That’s what they call it, mostly because that’s what you called it, and even then only because it is centered around... Well, a small hill, with an old maple tree, and you were a child, and you never thought it would be the center of an entire community. Funny how things change. Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. ‘Mious’ means ‘wisdom’ in the language of your mother's people, the Sylvan Elves of Dappulyet, whom you may never see or visit again; you can only hope she got your last letter, before you fled your homeland in the pursuit of world peace and personal freedom (it’s a long story). “Van Houztmann” is your human father’s surname... Well, sort of. He was born merely ‘Rudolfo Houtzman’, and seems to have added the ‘van’ and the extra ‘n’ as some form of dramatic flourish. You adopted it much later. It means ‘of the strong men’. Despite all your hereditary strength and wisdom, however, sometimes you feel like a leaf on the wind—a summoned wind, a night-wind, generated by the beating of great wings beating in the unseen dark. Under your stewardship—and that of Izirina and Costella Fanucci, the women whom you love—Old Maple Hill became first a sort of sanctuary and rehabilitation center for those humans of Hawksong—the world’s preeminent metropolis—who had been afflicted by the chimeric plague better known as ‘the dragon-pox'. As a reward for your good works, your trio was granted the hill itself and the land around it was gifted to you in trust, to preserve and protect in the name of the fairy court upon that eponymous hill. After a year-and-a-half abroad—first in homeland and then upon the sacred moon itself!—you returned with divine knowledge of the holy arcane, to share with those grateful and newly-sorcerous subjects of Hawksong who had decided to remain there. Partly this was out of pride, and out of solidarity with Izzy and Costella, and partly due to a sense of responsibility for what you had wrought. More and more, though, you wonder if you really had any say at all... Almost four months ago, you undertook a diplomatic expedition to the Sylvan Realms to rescue the monstrous son of Hawksong’s prince Cosnort—secretly some form of ‘aragonborn antipaladin’ in service to the Gods of Darkness. You hadn’t done this out of any love for those horrid entities, or even the Prince Consort or her majesty Queen Ekaterine, but because you believed it the best way to keep the peace between your peoples. You’d succeeded, but at a great cost.
>>5981039don't we all ?
>>5981049Well, if it comes down to Tips, Costella, and Izzy, and an unborn child created by accident… I know what my choice is. But I’d rather not - it’s a last resort, so, the whole sterilization thing.
>>5981011>You tell him you don’t have a date set, but children are something you've been thinking for some time now.Technically true, which is the best kindWe're half elf, so hopefully he'll understand the lack of hurry with the date.
>>5981066[I mean, Tips has already created a problematic 'child' by accident once...]>>5981010>And a proper elf, too, for what little I know foe levs! *I know of elves
>>5981066I thought you were talking about Carazzi until the last sentence. Glad to see you again, narrator.>>5981121that's what I thought he'd refering to early on
You're Mazela, the queen of the witches. You live in a hut standing on chicken legs deep in the forest and use your psychic powers to defend women who have been abused by men. Today the miller's wife has come to you with a black eye. "My husband beats me when he is drunk," she cries about her abusive husband. How do you help her?>>Grant her psychic powers to enslave her abusive husband.>>Teach her a curse to kill her abusive husband so she can find someone better.>>Write In
>>5977027>>The boy you loved in your youth betrayed you and abandoned you for a rich girl with big tits.Is the quest always going to be filled with annoying spam?
>>5977027I will swap my vote from >>5977060>The boy you loved in your youth betrayed you and abandoned you for a rich girl with big tits.just to get the quest started
Dead quest
>>5978338Oh no :(
>>5977027OP don't fuck me over :'(. I'm counting on you!
>After many moons, the Narrator returns from actions which would make the most homo of fags tremble.>The Narrator, that amorphous blight, will not divulge into this further. Spinel's world has enough faggotrous activities at present. >GRAPE FLAVOUR is back and has undergone slight mutation in how to play.>GUIDELINES; >Players will submit suggestions they'd like to see! >Narrator will choose ONE suggestion out of all sent to guide the direction of the quest. >Narrator may take handful of suggestions at any time to present for a vote to decide how we progress. >You are currently Spinel and last we saw you had been presented some options....https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5707323>Dig yourself a hole and crawl into it in the feral position>Was there any cool and strange technology Pink Diamond left behind? Go press some buttons>What will you do?
>>5978096>Off you go!>>>You are now Lapis. >You rub your temples in frustration, Peridot some few feet away from you lays exhautsed on the Stinky Couch.>You can hear her...juices...dripping against the floor and squelching under her as she moves ever so slightly. UGgghh..>You just wanted to get high. C'mon pick up the phone Spinel..>BZZZTUrrghh...Spinel this is really important... >Try not to groan, because it excites Peridot.>You didn't want to deal with a bunch of stupid garbage too. >"Ooouhhh..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5978106>I see you need help from the one.>The only.>The-unfairly-on-a-certain-registry>Peridot's help to understandHOW TO PLAY THE GAME;>Players send in suggestions! >Narrator chooses one suggestion at a time (mostly), these will help direct the story. >Narrator MAY choose at random intervals a handful of suggestions to be voted on. >This is the only time narrator will provide choices directly. >That's it! Hopefully that makes sense. >Now if you'll excuse me...i have a marshmallow waiting to meet a VERY unconventional hole, ehueheuheuheh.>PERIDOT, OUT.
>>5978139Play some vidya. Do gems have games?
>>5978139Play vidya (if we have some) or board games.
>>5978139>>5978193+1Play vidya and then gawk in horror at the audacity of the male fantasy.
The tides of history have called upon the line of Marik once more to remove an imposter from our country’s throne. I call upon all patriots, at home or abroad, and ask that they rise against the Empress. So with iron and blood, we may reclaim our future from the hands of a mad despot. So that their children, and their children’s children can live in a secure, safe world. -Jaime Marik, Patriot’s AddressThe Ferrum Empire has descended into Civil War. The weapons built to subjugate the world and decisively crush their neighbors are instead turned inwards.You are one of those weapons. Beta Core, an Artificial Intelligence built to operate the Empire’s most advanced mech frames against their enemies in tandem with a human pilot. Only together with a pilot, can you move the frame, merging the raw processing power and reflexes of an AI with the knowledge and restraint of a human.This mission, your pilot is a teenager named Sophie.You, along with your AI sister Delta, currently are operating for the Patriots. Your other sister, Gamma, is presumably operating for the Loyalists, but you are uncertain of her whereabouts.Prior threads can be found at:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Core%20of%20Steel%20Quest—-----Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 4, 2, 2 = 8 (3d6)“Theory: We appear to be interrupting a social celebration involving a promotion ceremony of pilots. This should serve a double purpose for the Patriot cause, to decapitate leadership and eliminate pilots before they can be fielded.” Reasoning, so clear and logical, provided by the machine. If she goes forwards now, there is no turning back. A traitor by both word and action.“Give the order, Pilot. Attack or abort, it is your decision.”Is…Is what she’s doing here wrong? She wishes the world would stop, turn back time to when the Empire’s enemies were simply on the other side of the border, when things were clear and certain.Wishful thinking. Not even her better half could perform such a miracle.Perhaps just reach out, talk the leadership she was going to murder into sitting this civil war out. Fulfill the mission another way. Following the letter of her orders.But the time for planning such a thing would have been hours ago. To stop, to reach out for an uncertain chance.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The first sign you see of Headhunter’s assault beginning is an alarm raised.The second sign is the thermal plume of an explosion. Something large. Ammunition dump? Fuel bunker? It fades too quick to be a runaway fusion reactor.Your cue. Sophie lends her voice to the confusion.“Patrol, Icicle One responding to unknown explosions in the south.”Obviously fake, but gives you a vague reason to be moving directly through the campus to your target.Moving now, every second counts. Ready-five pilots would be racing to their machines if they weren’t already there, leaping into cockpits and powering on weapons.Target in sight. Line up primary weapon.A massive building, large enough to walk a mech into if desired. A monument to structural engineering, covered by a wide dome, slanted to allow snow to slide off under the current chilling conditions. Vulnerable.Collapse the building, kill all those inside.Sunburst finally spins to life, a blue-white beam spraying thermal energy into the outside edge of the wide dome. Metal twists and flexes, melting under a long burn. Slowly. Too slowly.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Voting>You will go North to lie low and then evade before making your way back to base>You will strike South, helping Headhunter disengage and destroying the enemy ‘response force’>You will go West, bluffing your way back past the now-distracted training mechs and retracing your steps>You will go East, heading through new, unknown enemy territory.>Write-in.A/N:Another unknown AI? Probably initial paranoia and caution, attempting to ascertain if they are likely to eliminate Beta. If they are friendly and not pathetically weak, then an exchange of ideas and data is in order.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981139>You will strike South, helping Headhunter disengage and destroying the enemy ‘response force’I want him around in case Sophie passes out>>5981131Chill tf out. It's not about whether you've been on that quest or not, I'm saying the name because there are other anons in the thread who might be curious.And the only reason I had a tripcode is because I left it on by accident after posting stuff for the tournament.
>>5981139>You will strike South, helping Headhunter disengage and destroying the enemy ‘response force’
The Eternal Empire has stood for 14 millennia and has endured hundreds of wars, calamities, and rulers of every type. As the Reaver Clans have been forced to yield, the first generation of House Heinrich's rule begins to pass from living memory. Though Emperor Otto's reign reaches near its final days, it is not yet finished. Only time will tell what his legacy will be.>Previous Threads>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Simple%20Space%20Empire
>>5980881+1 for standardization of currency>>5980891I don't think we should let them get anywhere near military equipment. I really think they would do great in a rubber plantation though
>>5980621>Put in a good word for him with his superiors in the navy.>Induct him into one of the noble houses, likely House Uvar>They are all of these things and more, and must be dealt with in time.We should point them at the Kingdom and laugh as our enemies maul each other.
>>5980621>Induct him into one of the noble houses, likely House Uvar.>They are vermin that must be pacified before they pose a greater danger to their Human superiors.I can't really think of a way to incorporate them or get them to not be a threat peacefully without a realistically big chance of it blowing up in our faces. The Vrek and the Vreuk are possibly the best bet to not having to deal with their raids, but seen as there are still raids and threats of invasion I doubt they have much influence. Having a slave race usually doesn't pay off in the long run, and their mentality can't really be reconciled to humanity's.But either way we can't take too much time in thinking about how we have to deal with them, since they are constantly entrenching and reproducing they will become more difficult to repel the more we wait.>>5980676I'm glad it helped. I know the vote can get a bit messy at times, but it's proof this is a well liked quest.>House Geddu post-humanistsAre these the infamous gene cultists?
>>5980621>Induct him into one of the noble houses, likely House Uvar.>They are vermin that must be pacified before they pose a greater danger to their Human superiors.
>>5979161>It has always meant much.Societies with a hyperfocus on material wealth are a relatively new thing in the concept of Human history and weren't even the default until the last 500 or so years.Take the Wendot for example.
>In the name of all that is evil and unjust!You are Carrie Cross and you've spent your whole life giving to the world without anything to show for it. Well it's about time you think... to take some back! You're done playing nice and by the rules, so why not start breaking them and playing nasty? Growing up with Saturday morning shows and your enduring obsession with them, will surely pay off now!And perhaps paid off a little too well... to avoid some of the heat from your growing infamy, you've decided to skip town for awhile and take a little vacation down to sunny Miami! >While you're here, you'll need a place to stay! Someplace nice but modest and out of the way should be fine.>This is a vacation so you want to stay at the most luxurious place you possibly can! >While here, besides relaxing you also had a mind towards some villainy, so a downtown location is preferable.>...perhaps there's a branch of the secret society here? If you dare to stay with them, you know they'll accommodate you well.
>See if you could talk to a manager, or otherwise get in touch with an employee who's shift it was, so you could possibly find out about the friend group you were with... you remember their names at least.>You wouldn't put it past the guy to have stolen your things, if he's the kind of guy to take advantage of drunk woman. As well as the personal reasons to do so, try and find out about him.>Being that this is personal, you'd rather deal with the people yourself. So for now, focus on some way of getting your car back if you can, while spending time between the restaurant and the marina, in case any of the persons of interest should return.>As this is a rather delicate matter, now you actually would want some... professional help. Maybe the secret society can aid you in dealing with these problems, albeit the risk of them learning of your abilities?>A ghastly write-in?
>>5980970>You wouldn't put it past the guy to have stolen your things, if he's the kind of guy to take advantage of drunk woman. As well as the personal reasons to do so, try and find out about him.Not sure how else our wallet and everything would get separated from our clothes.
>>5980970>>See if you could talk to a manager, or otherwise get in touch with an employee who's shift it was, so you could possibly find out about the friend group you were with... you remember their names at least.
>>5980970>You wouldn't put it past the guy to have stolen your things, if he's the kind of guy to take advantage of drunk woman. As well as the personal reasons to do so, try and find out about him.they stole our shit, but looks like our maidenhood is safe!
>>5980970>You wouldn't put it past the guy to have stolen your things, if he's the kind of guy to take advantage of drunk woman. As well as the personal reasons to do so, try and find out about him.
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.You are not alone. Your mission is shared by an eclectic band of companions:-Phineous, the sophisticated orc of culture.-Smutkin, the formerly depraved bard who took your mission for his own-Sparky, the formerly warped imp that was, by touch of holy power, transformed into something else-Tithe, the diminutive yet vigilant gargoyle-Chloe, the shadow of the queen sent to safeguard you and your mission.Your band has since grown with additions no less colorful:-Elle, the royal courier who has since sworn herself to your quest-Harriet and Janet, the twin scouts you've rescued from the mercenaries-Diana and Minerva, twin golems you've freed from their questionable service to the old order-Her majesty queen Olga Discordia, the dark elf ruler turned exile after the Beast possessed her minions into mutiny-Mercenary princess, Maia, seeking to confront the man she loved-And quite literally in spirit, a fragment(?) of the goddess Laurentia you had wrestled from the clutches of darkness (and in doing so, likely forced the enemy's hand to the desperation he was showing...)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5977566>Go through some morning workout until rest of your company awakens, it should not take long. Perhaps you could even approach someone specific as they get up and discuss something with them?I wonder if anyone else saw things in their dreams.
>>5977896and what Klaus do next ? does he kill his father ? and how's smutkin ?
>>5978056Oh you already know, NTR stuff. Smutkin is oc.
>>5978114>Oh you already know, NTR stuff.so he just let's his dad cuck him and does nothing ? sadge.
>>5977562I would touch her breasts (consensually) if you know what I mean>Go through some morning workout until rest of your company awakens, it should not take long. Perhaps you could even approach someone specific as they get up and discuss something with them?
