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The door is slightly open. You can tell it's warm inside. It says open, you can go in. You can hear sounds from inside, and if you listen carefully you can understand some of the voices.

The sign for the establishment reads Jealous Blade Inn.

You can freely speak to other players inside here.
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(dangit, that's not how you do italics, scuse my formatting faggotry)
If any man here can muster up a tale worthy to grace the ears of Rhitjhill Bloodboil, he will be rewarded with a brac eof fresh seifskins.
(now slightly tipsy after several more pints) On one of my visits to the dwarven cities, I heard the most amazing tale of the bravery of a young dwarf of Bell-Shamrock Fortress, Urist McPick. He was not a soldier but a humble miner, and an unremarkable one at that. But one day, the miners dug too deep and unleashed a legion of hell, threatening to overrun the fortress. The warriors were slaughtered, the dynamite failed and the other miners ran, but not Urist. Armed with nought but a humble pickaxe and a menacingly spiky cart wheel, a fire took light in his soul and he held the tunnel alone against innumerable daemonic abominations; butchering them with his pickaxe and defending with his wheel, showing no fear and feeling no pain. He held the tunnel and kept the daemons at bay for three hours, shouting that he would take not one step back, and that they will not pass. And pass they did not, for when replacement dynamite was found and the tunnel detonated, the last time he was seen was battered and bloody, atop a mound of daemonic corpses with the pickaxe point buried in the skull of another. Some witnesses say he killed over seventy of them. In honour of his deed so incredible it sounds like fiction and single-handedly saving the fortress, no expense was spared to erect a 70ft-tall (one foot for every daemon he slew), orichalthum-plated statue in his honour and he earned his canonisation as the Saviour of Bell-Shamrock.
Truly, a tale worth hearing!

But one of the elder holds could've made that statue of orichalcum all the way through, instead of just plating.
Bell-Shamrock's ores are extremely poor in orichalthum, so to them it holds many, many times the value of elsewhere. Even to have something plated in it is an immense honour, and to make it solid would represent millennia of production. Just gathering enough to plate it (the plating was 3.5in thick) took a hundred and ten years.

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* * *

"More potential?"

He helps you sit up.

"You said your Mana is close to nothing, I say something is holding you back from achieving your real power. It will be dangerous to do it in such a short time, but I know a way to access it..."

"Let's do it!" You shout and are immediately sent into a coughing fit. Is that thing dripping from your mouth... blood?

Aidhu sighs

"I knew you'd say that. If that's your will, then very well. I'm sure you know that there are many methods to increase Mana: potions, magical trinkets, meditation, all that jazz. Normally I'd give you a pendant or two and make you meditate here for two days straight, but this case is different. We don't want to give you more Mana, we want to get rid of any limitations you might have. Say, kid, do you know what's sure to make people cross their boundaries?"

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Rolled 33 (1d100)

Well shit
Rolled 60 (1d100)

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"The surge in availability of internet connectivity all over the world has guaranteed that the current "dot-com boom" will be no mere market fluke; the recent introduction of the Planetary Datalinks, a user-updateable encyclopedia stored on orbital servers, may have irked old Usenet communities that fear a loss of cohesion in the netizen community, but has already shown benefits in the literacy rates of underdeveloped areas. It is not difficult to imagine a situation in which English and Simplified Chinese have become truly global languages, with..."

You put the presentation away. It's two days old but it might as well refer to a different era. Things were looking good, damn it! Carpatescu's plan for a united world that could face the challenges of the 21st century together, idealistic as it was, was actually beginning to work. Sure, you'd have to sort out the African subpotentate yourself, but it wouldn't have been that hard. And then, some damn fool nationalist militia types had to go and wreck everything for everyone, attacking airports and universities in Egypt, Great Britain and North America - and somehow eliciting a disproportionate response by the new global defense initiative.

You've just woken up after spending an unknown amount of time manning a virtual switchboard to ensure that precious bandwidth would go where it was needed most, to first responders. At least it's over.

Or so you think.

Carpatescu is in flight to New Babylon on some sort of stealth airliner - he's been broadcasting an address to the world, so the few people left at HQ (after you ordered most nonessential civilians to evacuate, and your security teams to aid first responders in Chicago) are ensuring that his address reaches everyone. He's going the long way round heading west, to avoid flying over Europe or Egypt.

The airliner has landed in San Francisco to refuel - after which the bay area city's airport is swiftly bombed by unknown attackers. A problem is the Peacekeepers' disproportionate response involved dropping deactivated nuclear bombs from aircraft; while they were unable to initiate, the end result is that a large amount of poisonous (and still radioactive) plutonium dust has entered the atmosphere.

Things were looking good, damn it!
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shouldn't we track the secret police morale monitor guys since they are a new org and we can infiltrate them early?

fuck there's too much stuff to do.
Thats a good idea. I only wanted to track tison to get more religion with this
Im down for switching tsion out for them so new main post to vote for what to do

>3 team recruit 1 work team
>3 team work on logistics AI with aki
>2 team work on cellular solar with us
>2 team work on prepardness with aki
>2 team work on nuclear with Robertson
>1 team.make network parts
>Have factory make network parts
>Distribute network parts to south america where node is and middle north america where node is.
>hold onto one network part

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Looks good to me.

>the new secret police

We really need to spend some time recruiting more agents and heroes, they can fill up independent or low complexity actions for us. We keep putting this off. We don't even have a spy ffs.
The shortest you can set it is like 10 seconds. if it increases the delay in between updates or its stuck in "auto", then click it again, or close the tab and open a new one to the thread.

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You wake up after falling asleep on a bus next to you is a girl, shes really close to you a bit too close for comfort
it is here you remember that you are a high school student being sent to a boarding school for delinquent students
why you are being sent there you still dont know despite what you may or may not have done you know you are innocent.
The Strange girl smiles at you and asks you
"hey new kid care to talk while we wait ?"
you nod "Great so tell me what do you think of our uniforms ? "
>its Cool (male)
>its Cute (female)
"what kinda person person are you"
>im a normal student nothing special (Balance)
>im into sports (Warrior)
>i go to the gym alot (Brawler)
>im into the occult (Psyker)
>ive been in an out of JDC (Rouge)
>i do volunteer work (Paladin)
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Well i gotta go to work
if you guys are still interested ill be back tomorrow morning or pretty much late today
>Shift the lock with psyko magic (dice+1d20)

what could possibly go wrong
The futanari shit was about to make me check out but I like the premise and the character designs. Okay, OP. Show me what you got. I'll give you a fair shake.
OP on My phone next post in 13 hours
Yeah, I regret that a lil bit, but hey, they've clearly got. Some work into this and it's a lot more detailed than expected.

It will be a fun plot hook, I'm sure

Blood sleeps between your lips as you crawl forward, your vision tunneling further as your wounds throb. A scarlet trail leads off behind you as you dig bloodied and scraped fingers into the ground, hauling yourself forward with a hoarse groan that tears at your already raw and ragged throat. A fresh wave of blood pulses weakly out as you tear open wounds that had almost clotted, your tired heart dutifully sending your lifesblood coursing through you.

You pause, coughing horribly, spitting a wad of blood and spit onto the ground and clutching the wound in your chest, that dire punching stab that sent steel into your lung. It’s such a small wound but deep, too deep. You’ve never heard of a man getting back up after his lungs fill with blood.

“Ahhh.... fuck it... good’a spot as any I suppose...”
You roll onto your back with a struggle and a groan, your sodden traveling cloak squelching beneath you as you look upward, watching stars twinkle far overhead.
“Not.... not the way I planned to go...”
A trickle of blood leaks from the corner of your mouth as you exhale, a single wisp of breath in the cool night air the only sign as you finally go still. Like a candle being extinguished, the light leaves your eyes as you stare upward, the beginnings of a curse still frozen on your lips.

>Who were you?

>An Adventurer, stabbed in the back and robbed blind by those you thought friends.

>A Mercenary, your company turned on and slaughtered to a man.

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>”Well what can YOU do?”
>Fuck it, you’ve done more with less
were we ever truly dead
>>Fuck it, you’ve done more with less

>Fuck it, you’ve done more with less

Sixteen years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day the Saiyans have more than earned their title of warrior race. proving their might as Freeza’s most powerful soldiers, annexing hundreds of worlds in the name of Emperor Freeza. After the now-legendary Siege of New Salda broke the might of the Covenant’s empire, none have dared to openly challenge the PTO’s military superiority. Many systems have fallen in line, dozens upon dozens of worlds surrendering without a fight.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 747. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a base powerlevel of 6,700,800, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, husband and mate to Meloka, father of many, champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, and as “The Dragon of New Salda” you are the unbroken symbol of the PTO’s might across the stars. But for now peace has come to the Saiyan race, unlike any they’ve ever known. But how long will this hard-earned peace last?

Character Sheet, powerlevels, and other pastebins: https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQM
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:
>20 minute votes, 3 votes minimum to proceed
>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of 3 wins
>If any two roll posts are within the same second, they will be counted as one roll and I’ll take the higher number(s)
>When votes are given, DO NOT pick every option. Pick -ONE- option, unless stated otherwise
>Crits are nat 100, unless otherwise noted(a 99 may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes the DC, OR two 1s are rolled
>Two 1s will OVERRIDE a 100, resulting in a catastrophic crit failure

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>Yeah, but that needed a bunch of stacking buffs. Wrath Form should be able to do it on it's own.

Ehhh not necessarily. Wrath is, by the words of the movie's characters, accessing the power of an Oozaru while maintaining the normal Saiyan form. So in terms of power, the multiplier should be x10. The reason Broly was able to kick so much ass with it was because of his incomprehensibly high base powerlevel and his rapid natural adaptability. If Vegeta or Goku were to somehow access the Wrath form the powerup would probably be much less pronounced.
Oh shut the fuck up, we need a good boost like this.
My point is its good until we accidentally murder everyone in the process.
That is our power level already dumbass. The buff is fine.
Relax, Chaya in primal can pummel Karn until he calms down...right?

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Your name is Quin, and you've made the questionable life decision, to start a "Quest thread" on 4chan, where the players will direct your creative endeavors, amongst other things.

You start off with a highly idealized self portrait, that you drew with your cellphone, on the bus home from picking up a bag of "delicious baby sheep innards" to sate your voracious meatlust.

Despite your high aspirations, you are new to this whole thing, so it will likely go horribly wrong... but you decide to do it anyhow, because… Why not? ¿

> Draw a more realistic self portrait.
> Draw self with a different expression
> Draw a full body for your self
> Draw a new character
> Suggest something else
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Indeed. And big enough, to create world, or destroy them if it pleases us.

Quest Mechanics:
(I'm going to just make a call on this one, because I'm already having long wait times between votes, and I don't have enough QM experience to be confident in pulling off any of the experimental "Quest Mechanics" that I have in mind. Perhaps down the road, on quest 2 or 3)

We will start off with a first to three, rule for voting on choices.
If too much time passes with no new votes, the players lose initiative, and the Qm may choose to make a call, limited to the options that players have casted votes for.

As the plot developes, i'll use this thread to collectively design key elements that get introduced throughout the story, as well as take periodic feedback, to help further develope plot and world building direction.
This will give players a voice behind the scenes when needed, but also allow the option to simply play along without meta distractions.

Other than that we'll play it by ear, it'll be a standard adventure style quest, with one MC, controlled by players, world controlled by QM etc.

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>Prehistoric fantasy world

The rest
>Whatevs :)
>Prehistoric fantasy world:

>Magical Beasts
>Nature Spirits
>Floating Islands and other oddities

>Prehistoric fantasy world
Magical beasts:
> Many

> Few

Sentient races:
> Few

Floating islands and other oddities:
> Many

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>>Pre-industrial fantasy world:
Proto-world is less exciting.
Industrial could be good too.

>Magical beasts:
>> Many
>Nature spirits:
>> Many
Let the bestiary go wild.

>> Many
Cannot have too many.

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War. War Never Changes...

Your name is Dillinger Rast and you are an wandering tourist.

You are still a newcomer in Hawaii but you are slowly making yourself known and learning about this particular wasteland.

>Past threads:

>Character Sheet:
>Standard Perks:
>Racial Perks:

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Well, today has been a slow day. I guess that it is because it's Sunday? I hope it isn't because this is losing steam. Tomorrow we will start with the Settlement managing aww yeah!

Anyway, I gotta end it for today! Thanks to everybody who played!

>And as always I might have some time to answer questions or whatever so feel free to ask or say whatever you want!
First and most important question, shouldn't we be fuckin' worried of eye shits sneakin up on us this night? Especially when we just had some beef with them?
We closed the hatch after going down didn't we? Anyway the Eye reavers won't appear much more unless we go back down there or we forget to seal the cave and the hatch. We can always return from time to time to grind exp.
Thanks for running.
Thanks for running.

The rest of The Tallspire Cave Complex remains. Patrols, wards, guards, embedded defensive positions.

All hewn from the rock with one singular purpose: to layer perimeter defences around the heart of this facility.

Something broken lurks in the heart of this place. The Tallspire casts deep shadows that seem darker than shadows could be, the light bends, laughter from unseen sources flow through the caverns.

And from the the dark to the deeper caves, a hundred eyes stare out.
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The Hookshot has a maximal listed range of 10, the wire simply can't go any further (and even that's pushing it).

The MG ( and all other things ) fire as far as yo u want them, with the caveat that increasing range increase penalties. It's pretty dark here at present what with the Shadow monsters, so currently every 2 hexes is -1 to acc. That can be overcome with aiming (+1 AP is +1 Skill) or Lights.

Absolutely. The string cancelled, so the activity is unspent for. It never happened, as it were.
Rolled 5, 10 = 15 (2d10)

> Increase React from 9 => 10.
> Add [Better Boots] to kit. (-4 Gear)
> Add [Personal Arms] to kit. (-3 Gear)

==Specialist Aurai==
AP: 6 || MP: 3(+1) || HP: 12 || Grit: 4 || React: (9 => 10) || DR: 3 || Focus 12
Acc: 10 || Close: 12 || Bright: 12 || Notice: 10 || Gear: (0)
Hand1: [Chirni 77] || Deals 1d6+2 damage || Fire rate: 1/3, 2 || Ammo: 40x2 || ???: 3AP (6)
Torso: [AEPP-3] || DR 3 || Consumable use is 3AP
Other: [Personal Arms] || +1 Crit

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Rolled 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 = 17 (6d6)

>marksmen, get a mark on that tank to our direct north! (2 actives)
>everyone else, FIRE AT WILL, PRIORITIZE INFANTRY. (8 actives, vs 15)

AP 3 MP 3

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Rolled 6, 3, 4 = 13 (3d6)

"Y-yes ma'am"
>2 AP Take out a first aid kit and use it on samson to revive him.
"You alright buddy? Sewed your arm from that encounter.
Rolled 1, 3, 3, 1, 1, 5 = 14 (6d6)

>move 2
>1 AP Channel 4 points of metal, and 7 earth.
>1AP Sacrifice 3 points of earth energy and 2 of metal for +5 skill, and summon a 1 hex raw iron elemental 1 of me. Its intent: Find and fight the ghoul (Channeling skill is 15, elementals health should be 6)
>2AP Use my field kit on the wounded/dying trooper 3 of me.
>Move back 5

{resonance specialist}
==Dr. Vitae==
AP 6 MP 3
Ht 10/10 Grit 2
React 7 Focus 2/12 Threshold 1

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Three men had entered the Forest. And three we remained.

I finished washing the armour of the dead. They didn't need it where they were going. The Black Company prides herself in being callously practical. The corpses had been dressed with their cleanest underclothes and buried while the sun was up, when the pale sun managed to thaw the earth to diggable textures. My fingers screamed pins and needles as I warmed them back up by the fire to fight off the cold of the river water.

Sister was foraging for more branches. Firewood was too fancy a term for these spindly things he brought back, but we couldn't chop down trees with just the two of us. Klian was too far gone to help. He remained huddled in that position the entire day. It would take an Ensorcelled to fix him.

It was lonely, going from a largish group with actual conversations, back to this. No longer would we hear Jokk's terrible jokes or Barns' recounting of war stories. Barns was one of the Magal recruits we gained after the near-disaster in Baatur. He'd had many amusing anecdotes regarding horses. They were also the only anecdotes he ever had. The Magal are a hardy people of the north, whose main livelihood consist of taking care of their herds.

I hadn't cared for Noble. Anyone who names himself that is bound to be an utter prick. But he was a brother. They all were.

I folded the mailcoats and halfplates together carefully. They were wet, and so were my hands. The river water was freezing. "Where should I stack these armour, Sergeant?" I asked. A minute passed. "Oh."

I wrapped them up in the roughspun cloaks of brothers dead alone. I was halfway done when Sister came back. "You didn't have to do those."

"I wanted to." Idle hands beget idle minds. And idle minds reminisce.

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>"This was a trap." In that moment, I hated Captain with all my being.
Survived two times almost getting Husked just to die from hands of this shithead great

>"It's an old family heirloom," I said defensively.
>>"This was a trap." In that moment, I hated Captain with all my being.
>>"This was a trap." In that moment, I hated Captain with all my being.

As in the times past, so in this day and age the opinions on state authority were varied. From unwavering devotion of a patriotic naval officer, through indifference of a displaced refugee or cynical opportunism of a corporate executive to rebellious scorn of a traverse colonist, all sorts of attitudes were to be found among citizens of nations united under Alliance banner. Even among those, however, most would know and if not admire then at least show respect for the admiral Steven Hackett. Mostly because of his being the face of Alliance navy as it triumphed over the Reapers, and the man in charge of the Crucible project, but the man’s competence in charge of the fifth fleet earned him good measure of respect even prior to the Reaper Crisis.

And it was probably just as well that he was among the few flag officers to have survived the Reaper crisis. Considering position of power the Alliance military ended up in, coupled with power vacuum, or more precisely, debris field left in the wake of Arcturus Station destruction and incomprehensible betrayal of the councilor Udina, the mankind was truly blessed to have ended up with person of Hackett’s skill and more importantly integrity in the position he was in.

The position in question being, at the moment, at the head of a table in one of Orizaba’s officer rooms, about to interview a wayward mother and her only child and to size up a living weapon.

At least that’s what you imagine was going to happen as you were guided by a marine to another room for an interview of your own. Your crew and your passengers would be also on their way to their own destinations so that the intelligence analysts could later compare your testimonies and find out the truth.

You are Henri Ford, special consultant for the Citadel Institute of Xenoarchaeology, Captain of the modified freighter MSV Chariot and, until such time that you could ply your trade among the stars once more, an all around freelancer. And right now you were also in Alliance custody, about to recount what you found on Enceladus. That is to say, a clusterfuck of mind control and unexplained phenomena.
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You don't really know what to expect from this, but decide that pressing the issue now would help nobody. For now you'd have to trust in Alliance's judgement and integrity. In the meantime, there was another topic you were interested in.

"I see." You say aloud. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

"There's no need to... thank me, doctor. You've already... seen enough that we're going to require your formal oath of... secrecy. Considering your standing with the Alliance, that should not be a problem for you."

"Of course." You say with a thin smile. Yet another forbidden knowledge to add to the list. Funny how you would gain more of those over several days trapped within Sol system than you did during your career up to this point. Although to be fair, most of intrigue you had chance of uncovering was well outdated to be relevant.

"By the way," You say, sensing the interview is about to conclude, "It's nice to see another of the infiltrators up and recovered, miss Victoria. If I may be so bold, how did you recover from the condition Reaper defeat left you in?"

The gynoid tilts her head. "That is a rather personal question, don't you think, doctor Ford?" She says, the stern quality to her gaze a constant.

"I am curious because it shows hope for the other Infiltrators. It would be a shame to see those who fought so valiantly for the future of galaxy to not have a part in it." You shrug.

Victoria looks at Graves, who gives her a slight nod.

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You feel your lips spread into a grin. A reveille, really? Fitting wake-up call for Alliance soldiers. Maybe that was the point. Maybe that's why colonel Graves and his superiors trust her to serve as his aide. You suspect Eve's spectacular performance in subverting NSD's internal security during your white collar adventure played a role here as well.

In the meantime Victoria's blush deepens at your reaction. She must have anticipated it, possibly based on readings she got on you over course of the interview. Or maybe Eve was gossiping.

"That sounds very... dutiful." You say, containing your smirk. "I'm just glad to see another of those who fought hard to protect the galaxy up and about, participating in the victory." You add.

"Your sentiments are appreciated." The gynoid says politely.

"Very well," Graves speaks up. "I believe we are... finished here. Which is just as... well, as I've received instruction to accompany you to the main... meeting room."

He stands up and Victoria and you follow suit. "I believe that I'll be much too... busy to meet with you again in... near future, doctor Ford. If you have some other... matter you'd like to... discuss, we have maybe time for one brief... question."

Do you have something to talk

>Yes, it's about the AI (specify)

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>Yes, it's about politics (specify)

Any news about that patron and possibly political candidate that was helping the ship company and screwing up the elctions?

>Yes, it's about the AI (specify)

Did others woke up? And if so, will they be able to choose how to move forward?

Thid too>>3679362

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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Isekai+Forever

Last time on Isekai Forever, our protagonist Tomoya stumbled upon an underground fighting ring. The fight club happened to be ruled over by a scumbag champion named Ouji Sotaro, a stand user using his ability to crush his helpless opposition. Driven by a desire to throw this despicable arena into disarray and knock the kind of trash who'd use a stand on innocent people down a peg, Tomoya enters the fight in hopes of beating down the champ in his own game.

Tomoya's Goals:
1. Crush Sotaro Ouji and destroy the illegal fighting ring.
2. Remember and complete the job your Capo, Velio Liberati, assigned to you.
3. Explore the abilities of your stand, 「The Man Who Sold the World」, and power him up.
4. Decide what to do about the many dangers lurking in the quiet town of Morioh.
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>You're appalled. This shows just how awful and shady this operation is. Which is exactly why you need to calm down and just accept this win. They'll have to put you up against Sotaro eventually, you just have to stay composed, even if what he did was horrible.
>Use your new Stand power to sneak the kid outside, call whatever 911 in Japan is, wait for help, and wait for your match.
Sorry about the radio silence. A close family member got into a pretty nasty car accident recently, and this quest hasn't exactly been the first thing on my mind.

I'm going to try to continue things tomorrow. Not sure whether I'll start a new thread or just try to keep this one going though. Should I just write this off as a failed thread and try again? I could just recap the events here in another thread. Or maybe retcon them.
Important business always comes before /qst/, np mate. Thread is still on page one, so we can still make something of it imo.

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>Once upon a time, in a faraway land...

You're a dragon! The great beast of legends, a fire-breathing monster bringing terror and death to the land!

Or so the legends say, at least. In truth you're just a fledgling dragon barely an adult, but having recently emerged into the outside world, you've accomplished some impressive things in a short time and are fancying yourself as queen of your growing domain.

And so it is Riona, red dragoness, young and smaller than a horse... as you sit in the throne room of your recently acquired castle and look upon the lands belonging to you. A lush valley of forested highlands and grassy lowlands, frequented by small settlements here and there, broken by roads and a river leading out to the sea. All reaching to the horizon and awaiting your will.

>What do you do?
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Go to the lowland village town and demand a meeting with the Landowner. You'll hash out the details with him personally.
ah yeah, of course, how silly of me.

thank you QM
Actually of that village, the landowner upon meeting you surrenders right away and doesn't want trouble. But the citizenry and the guard, militia want nothing to do with you and won't accept a dragon ruler and not even the landlord can get them under control.

So a bit of trouble there. And the coastal village, both the citizenry and the landlady refuse so you've a double problem there.

In any case this may be my last post of the night, I think we can give it till tomorrow for more players to see, and you all to come up with your ideas on how to subdue the remaining two villages and then the town.

Till then, thanks all for playing!

have a good night
If the landowner is accepting payments from the villagers, then he can just send in a portion of it as the village's monthly tribute. Why worry about lip service as long as the tribute keeps flowing?

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Mother Guiana is but a living carcass, The Frostblight has consumed the land, most races have vanished centuries ago but few has survived this onslaught. They fight among each other, small pockets squabbling over non-existent resources. More misery has taken root when the race of constructs , The Argeans , attempted to cure the world of the frostblight only to add another curse : The Blue Rust.

Everywhere is a desolate wasteland but this area in particular has some potential to be habitable at the very least. What did you stumble upon?

Pick a place:

>The Great Silent
A ocean frozen in time, Home of many sunken ancient vessels. A small island with a lonesome spire surrounded by an thick icesheet, cruel with virtually nothing on the surface. However, Life finds a way in down below. The Great Silent also holds its share of dark secrets in the dark abyss. Dare you to uncover them?

>The Eternal Machine
Once built by the now-extinct dwarves, this giant beast of Iron and cogs remains partially imprisoned in frostblight with its unfrozen part plagued by the blue rust, It stands as a testament of one of many futile attempts to combat the sudden death of Guiana.

>Slavetown of Ae'thil
The proud elven race of the north used to have a whole town near their glorious forests. When the frostblight claimed the world, the elves formed a barrier around their home, ignoring the fate of their slaves. Now abandoned, Some structures still stand unscathed by the horrid frostblight.

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>Extra food supplies (What is currently left is enough for a couple of days)
>Elven Bow with a quiver full of arrows
> Gamon, A Temperature apparatus
>A Random Machinus Book
>300 Gold
>extra food supplies
>elven bow with a quiver of arrows
>300 gold
>an amulet of light
>a crude map of the region
>Extra food supplies
>A Random Machinus Book
>A small critter you saved
>A Broken Dwarven Kzfilt , a Steam Spitter spear?
>An Amulet of Light
I'm getting the impression this is like fantasy Frostbound, but with everything even worse?
>Extra food supplies (What is currently left is enough for a couple of days)
>Elven Bow with a quiver full of arrows
.....we're a wood elf.
>A Random Machinus Book
Let's hope it's useful
>A Random Dwarven Book
Mechanicus and Dorfs go perfectly, and we can do far more with both than the sum of the two.
>Gamon, A Temperature apparatus
Like a thermometer, or heat producer? Either way, it sounds important.

Are you going to pick a random post like the first choice or majority opinion?
>Elven Bow with a quiver full of arrows
>A small critter you saved
>A Random Dwarven Book
>A Random Agean Book
>A Random Machinus Book

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The Lighthouse War is over, but conflict still continues.

With Erusea's defeat at the hands of the Osean Federation and the International United Nations, the imperial nation has splintered into a confusing mess of separatists, freedom fighters, warlords, rogue military factions, and those seeking to profit from the chaos. Worse, Erusea's many automated drone factories still remain intact, waiting for new masters to come to claim them.

The Usean continent remains in crisis, and it's up to a new generation of pilots to face this next generation threat...

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Never forget!
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>space planes.

I hope you can wait another decade or two until 2040 since this is the only Space Fighter in Strangereal.

So....beach episode with them?
Merc Command?

Oh wow I thought you dissapeared last year.

Glad to see you are still alive.
Dude, he never went anywhere. Take a look at his quest list link in the OP.
Here's hoping that Karla, Jager, and Elli managed to see Milly take out a whole carrier with just guns. Though I bet the kid will focus on the flub at the very end.

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