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(Starting the thread before I go to work, so will be a bit till more posts)

Interlude: It's a Good Job Mate

Thomas H. Dooley, otherwise known as Kayek -Man, was considered a public menace by Canberra and Australia at large. Australia was different from North America in the fact that it was not part of any PRT branch, but paid into the organizations coffers to receive aid in the event of Endbringer attacks. A side effect of this was that while Australia had plenty of capes, many people did not bother with any form of secret identity as well. Plenty of villains could commit crimes as they pleased, and disappear into the Outback until the heat died off.

That was until the government started issuing bounties, but that's another story.

Thomas H. Dooley was a conservation officer for many years. He woke up early in the morning, made coffee kissed his wife and son goodbye, hopped in his camper, and drove out into the Outback to keep an eye out for kangaroo poachers. All of it changed when the cape villain Bushfire was fleeing from a bank robbery, and found the Dooley house to be good sport.

Thomas returned late in the afternoon to find his home wreathed in flames, with one charred lump of flesh with one smaller cradled in it's arms.

Thomas did more than trigger, he went batshit insane. The man hopped back into his camper, and tore off into the Outback. 3 days later he emerged with a large grin, a boombox, and Bushfire's head.

His powerset was a Mover/Striker, where he could commit great acts of acrobatics and speed. He could commandeer any vehicle with surprising ability, and the power to make land any shot was nothing short of a miracle.

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>>3267887
Decrease I guess? A dead endbringer would make people a bit more hopeful, fewer triggers. Merchants might get a tad bigger though.
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>>3267893
i meant from outside, do you think that there will be more villains moving into the bay or more villains moving out of the bay?
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>>3267887
>>3267893
I don't think trigger event frequency will get any less, because Earth Bet is a fucking hellhole of a planet because Wildbow. On the other hand, more people who trigger worldwide deciding to become heroic, is much more likely after what we just pulled off. >inb4 new Emdbringers spawn because Eidolon subconsciously goes "awww, I wanted a good fight, come on!" or his shard auto-awakens one or two from preexisting templates in response to counter Famine

>>3267917
That I'm not so sure about. I feel like it would depend on the villains involved. Maybe most would decide to stay but not be as villainous, knowing Famine is around? Either out of respect, fear, or some other mixed feelings in general? A lot of interesting dynamics and stuff HWM can write or explore with all this.
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>>3267922
>inb4 Eidolon books it to Brockton and starts hunting down Merchants to fight us
>inb4 Lung shows up because nobody gets to kick our ass except him
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>>3267973
Nice friendly three-way capefight

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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, and what is before you is not a band of bandits as you were led to believe. Instead they seem to view themselves as mercenaries, the distinction being that mercenaries can at least claim to have certain standards of behavior. They're not an uncommon phenomenon in the north and in the mountains... really Hazaran is something of a standout in that it maintains a large and well-trained standing army. Only cavalry are conscripted, and that's possible due to the fact that most families that would have the ability to send a son off to fight already have multiple horses and training in using them.

Mercenaries on the other hand are self-organized and largely self-trained, and fight for whoever pays them well enough to make fighting worth the time and risk involved. While that often leads to morally grey assignments it also frequently involves fighting bandits that prey on the communities from which those bands of mercenaries themselves are from. There are times when a mercenary band will be a more welcome sight than national partisans in uniform.

“My older brother's set up in that town,” the 'boss' explains. “He and I don't see eye to eye, but I can always count on him for a quick meal between jobs.”

“Never knew you had roots, boss.”

“Yeah, it's a pretty nice town,” the boss chuckles. “Good place to settle down and start a family if you're interested in that sorta thing. My brother was, the life of a sellsword just called to me though.”

It's not a nice town though, you think to yourself. At least, not anymore. It's neither nice nor a town, but a smoldering ruin filled with snow-covered corpses. The hell of it is, it's your responsibility now to step forward and explain that to these men... all of which are hardened by a life of work and battle, and at least one of which has lost his family and doesn't even know it yet.

You step into the light of their fire, your hands clearly raised. “I do not mean to cause trouble.”

There's a sudden burst of activity despite your assurances, and weapons are drawn. You on the other hand remain motionless.

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>>3267560
>>Two 'witches' were here, now one is dead and a town has been razed. I want to know why.
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>>3267560
>Two 'witches' were here, now one is dead and a town has been razed. I want to know why.
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>>3267560
>>Two 'witches' were here, now one is dead and a town has been razed. I want to know why.
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>>3267560
>>Two 'witches' were here, now one is dead and a town has been razed. I want to know why.
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>>3267560
>Two 'witches' were here, now one is dead and a town has been razed. I want to know why.

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"Yo!" Marchovic's sharktoothed grin greeted you under the morning light, its mirth mirrored in the bright eyes of the little Luna Representative you'd invited along on this little venture. A cute and entirely unassuming way to refer to the bloody manhunt it was actually set to be. "Took your sweet time gettin' here, didn'tcha? And this must be..." The Shade Representative stepped up, looming in front of the elder hunter and trapper you'd elected to bring along. He was a man who'd seen a lot in his day, and one who didn't quail under Marchovic's gaze as they sized each other up.

"Gehr." He introduced himself, looking over the significantly younger man before him. "I've some experience in trapping."

The Shade Representative's lips peeled back. "Oh that sounds awesome, tell me about traps!"

Cutting him a look out of the edge of your eye, you stepped past the two as they devolved into trading stories of their experiences on this or that side of a trap and grinned at Mim despite yourself. There'd been no shortage of second thoughts about inviting her along. She was, for all her power, a child - One that was about to use said power to aid in a manhunt.

But you would be lying if you said it was her age which made you wary. She was... A friend. Possibly the first real friend you'd made who wasn't bound to you in some sort of obligational duty or contract. You'd screwed up twice with her already, too unused to the steps in this dance, but you'd kept making up. It was that awkward scramble to keep tjhis fragile and newly tread ground that you'd invited her to, quite literally, come kill people with you and Marchovic... In retrospect that was a terrible way to spend time together. It had been an incredibly stupid thing to ask. Mim was gentle, and if anything happened to her on this trip you'd never forgive yourself for it.

And yet telling her you'd changed your mind would have been terrible. Equally terrible? You don't know. You don't want to find out. She'd already said yes, and even shown up today, determined to come along. As a Luna Adept - As one favored more by the Mana of knowledge than any other in the region - You knew that she knew what she was getting into. What this trip was going to entail. What would most likely happen. You knew she knew. It didn't set you any more at ease.
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>>3266728
>>'A Spider's Web' has never let you down before, nor will it ever let you down. (What do you want it to do?)
Try to get it to manifest quicker. We had some success in spinning while walking, see if we can build on that.


The diary stuff isn't a bad idea, especially
>>3266793
but being more buff is only partially useful without their weapons or skills or mana affinities, even if we could wield them with the bracelet.
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>>3266728
Dunno if the diary is a good idea. We'll have to expose it to the rest of the party, and adding muscle without understanding how to use it is just going to make us hurt ourselves. Also we cann't wield even makeshift weapons while wearing the bracelet.

>bracelet
Try meditating on a person. Why fight directly if we can summon a copy of someone to fight for us? what could go wrong?
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Can anyone remind me why is the crown enemies with artemis?
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>>3267172
I'd really rather not spawn some fresh natural disaster just to experiment a bit with the bracelet
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>>3267342
Current guesses have Artemis corrupted by the same thing Dryad is. It was never quite clear why the Corruption is bad (iirc), but The Shrine betrayed and entombed on of their Gods to contain it, and Artemis is trying to spread it as far a possible. Even if the royalty doesn't know about the Corruption, Artemis has been acting rather cult-like, so that could be reason enough.

>>3267472
>pic related

”A Knight is Sworn to Valour. His Heart Knows Only Virtue. His Blade Defends the Helpless. His Might Upholds the Weak. His Word Speaks Only Truth. His Wrath Undoes the Wicked.”

Every child in Cantôn knows of the Knight’s Code. From peasant-born waifs playing with sticks in the mud to keen-eyed noble sons practicing with cold steel in the training yard, all have at the very least dreamed of one day becoming a knight themselves. To ride out on errantry into the Five Duchies Kingdom and beyond for God and Glory, bringing the Law of Adam to the wicked and the Blade of Cain to the beast.

The Knights of Cantôn are sworn to follow the Code, to obey the King, to refuse no call for aid honestly asked for, to seek out and destroy the Foe wherever it may lurk and rid the world of evil.

Were it so easy…

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>>3266899
>Don't believe the QM's lies! Seize destiny with your own hands! [Roll for it]

I'll switch to this. I'm intrigued on how the rolls will be determined.
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>>3266894
>> Don't believe the QM's lies! Seize destiny with your own hands! [Roll for it]
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>>3266894
>I trust you Forgotten, at least not to land us with a bastard out of spite. [QM Discretion]
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>>3266894
> Don't believe the QM's lies! Seize destiny with your own hands! [Roll for it]


Though I sorta want both. Have Forgotten roll for it in the background and later we will no doubt "find out" what happens.

Though i'm also happy if we roll so it's fine either way to me.
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>>3266894
>> Don't believe the QM's lies! Seize destiny with your own hands! [Roll for it]

'Renne', you ask your lifelong friend. She turns to look at you with the widest grin you've ever seen on her in all the years you've been friends. She cocks her head to the left as if to silently tell you to ask what's on your mind.

'I think we're seamen', you state with an air of disbelief. You move to the railing of the ship to drink in the panorama before you. The wind on your face, the smell of seasalt, the sound of the ship's creaking wood--all these tease you of the adventure to come, the big blue world you'll see. And of the story you'll tell. If you live long enough to tell one!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Panoke Cove. A sleepy little island you've called home you entire life. An island where nothing happens. Not since King Signatora of Castile took power and turned it into a glorified naval port. It's nothing but a sailor's playground now. Whenever the king's navy has some cargo to drop off, they drop anchor, hit the taverns, the wenchhouses, and are sailing before tomorrow noon. Though most of Panoke hates the navy, you secretly envy them, for they live a life you've tried to for years; they live in a world you can see but not touch. And oh, how you've tried. Both the only interesting landmark and ticket off the island and into a seaman's boots is the Royal Navigation School, which you can't attend due to being an orphan.

Usually, no parents are a good thing, but with no genetic lineage or voucher of a pedigree, it sucks, really sucks to be you.


Today was yet another port day for the Castilian Navy. The red and gold and wood of their ships sit gallantly in the port, sails neatly furled with their colours fluttering proudly in the wind. By now, you'd have met up with Renne outside the tavern, where you are now, and been getting up to your usual activities.

'Hey! Hey kid!'


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Rolled 1 (1d7)

>>3264891
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Yeesh. Just that one, huh? Tell you what? I'll call it a night here. I'll be around same time tomorrow, between 1-2pm CST. Tomorrow's update will move things along. Try not to get burned out just yet.
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>>3265103
hey
we got 3 rolls, is it best of three or do you need more?

>>3264869
>>3264907
>>3264922
here they are
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I know I'll get btfo'd for this but due to my depression flaring up there won't be a session today. I won't give a life story. Don't worry. I'll try to be back Monday and churn out more updates t make up for this. Thank you to tjose who care and put their time and votes in thus far. I hope you return next week to finish it with me.
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>>3267850
No probs dude, have a nice weekend.

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In the far future, biotechnology advances by leaps and bounds, creating stunning achievements in medical, civil, and military applications. Illness becomes a thing of the past, and genetic modification is as commonplace as cosmetic surgery.

However, like all great advances, unchecked progress and experimentation has led to abuse and corruption. Ultra powerful megacorporations that monopolized the latest biotech have risen to be the great powers of the age, waging secret wars of sabotage, espionage, and deceit to get ahead of each other.

In order to fuel their rampant growth, megacorps develop lethal diseases and viruses, horrific bio-organic abominations, and ever more exotic genetic modifications to both sell to the highest bidder and unleash upon each other.

The rampant proliferation of bioweapons, and the need to contain them, has given rise to a new profession, the BIOWEAPON HUNTER.
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>>3266743
So what's Alice's cover going to be when she's accompanying Lewis?

Friend? Lost Family?
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Is it bad that I want to have us tame a dinosaur despite it not being a good idea?
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>>3267267
Who wouldn't want to ride a dino?

Make sure to save a sample for Carol to eat so she can say that she knows what a dinosaur tastes like.
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>>3267419
Maybe that's the other side of things, they're selling the bodies as food to a cruise of the rich and famous! Genius! T-Rex Steak sounds like it would be tasty.
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>>3267825
>>3267419
>Carol with assorted Dinosaur DNA

Well it's not like she isn't capable of being a cute murdermachine without dinosaur parts.

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You are Neliel tu Odelschwanck, an arrancar who is loosely aligned with the shinigami of the Gotei 13, and at the moment you find yourself on a personal mission. After a substantial amount of trouble with the quincy that have been left here to guard Aizen's rear echelon, you've finally had your first success by following a familiar trace of reiatsu to where Dondachakka has been hiding.

“Dondachakka?”

The arrancar's eyes snap up in instinctive fear, before realizing who that voice belonged to.

“Lady Nel?” he gasps. “Lady Nel!”

“Hey Dondachakka,” you force a smile. “Sorry it took a while.”

“Lady Nel what happened to your arm!?” your fraccion blubbers. “You've been fighting that hard to find us?”

“Of course,” you insist. “Come on, dummy. You knew I'd be back for you, right?”

“But for us, who weren't even strong enough to escape ya know...”

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>>3267540
>Let's try backtracking first.
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>>3267540
>>I'm thinking about tracking down Ulquiorra.
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>>3267540
>Let's try backtracking first.
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>>3267540
>>I'm thinking about tracking down Ulquiorra.
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>>3267540
>>I'm thinking about tracking down Ulquiorra.

Welcome to 80s Horror Film Villain Quest. I'm in a creative rut so I'm running this shitpost. This will be based more on the camp horror exploitation films from the 80s. I will shit out a couple updates (almost) every day due and not do sessions as real life is too busy.

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What are you(an alien who can shapeshift or a serial rapist etc)?
>Write in

Who will be your victims(A group of scientists trapped in a spaceship or highschool kids camping in a forest etc)?
>Write in
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>>3259583
No problem, just make sure you put the rapes in a pastebin to avoid your posts getting deleted.
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>>3259583
gib chocolate rape reeeeeeeeee
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>>3259583
But for the next three days? I'm still here
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>>3254391
No fags
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OP please no abandon

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Welcome back one and all into a new chapter of our adventure, are things finally winding down now that you've ruined Lady White plot?

Previous Threads
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Lots%20of%20Dialogues

Twitter for schedule updates
https://twitter.com/TaleOfMonsters

Perks and spells for our main character
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FFJHeWTu21_OktfrfYkJQhpV5HQw4PtFKav_QoMYjQY/edit?usp=sharing

Characters met by Arawn.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ishEn1-U1A1i3FbZ-YiQd65xk2jXpLab1XnM2hTNZvs/edit?usp=sharing

Objectives and Happenings to remember.

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>>3268353
By the looks of things, *everything* HAS gone wrong
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>>3268337
>Is Deruella dead?

Who knows?

>How many abominations are there.

9 and rising.

>Does our party even stand a chance?
Yes.

>>3268341
>From the School of Internalization? Deruella was there!


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>>3268374
>Red World. It's a chaotic mess of walking flesh.
Hmmn, I took it that the familiar manifestation was referring to the oval rent in reality. My reading comprehension might be impaired by late hour
>9 and rising
Jaysus fecking Chroist closing that rend in reality is pretty much top priority - but we also need to link up with Deru...
Who's the fastest mover aside from Elina? We need the angel to get any recuprating fighters to top condition and then maybe to heal those wounded in the fighting... assuming there are any that can be saved right at this moment.

Now that I think about it. Could that Rift be connected to the Red World? We can pretty much plane shift to and from the Red World at will, meaning we're the perfect scout for investigating the Rift! Maybe we can even copy the beacons the Magritev used to distract any creatures away from it.
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Once the shock pass, I think I can be a little merciful and allow you guys some kind of early action to start out next thread with.

Making a strategy and trying to stick to it is important... although it'll be hard to gauge what the girls will do in front of such horrors.

>>3268421
>Could that Rift be connected to the Red World?

Remember what Daiyu said about Runes of Passages?

>We can pretty much plane shift to and from the Red World at will, meaning we're the perfect scout for investigating the Rift! Maybe we can even copy the beacons the Magritew used to distract any creatures away from it.

The Hour of Lullaby is when you can shift easily, doing it at another time could result in something... unforeseen.
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>>3268440
>Remember what Daiyu said about Runes of Passages?
I did not, so I went to reread that particular segment. If I understood correctly, that Rift isn't tied strictly to the Red World.
Assuming a Rune of passage was used for this... It's actually rather clever. Use the Runes to make the other side worry about spies moving around with them when the real intention is to summon eldritch horrors on them. I'd even be impressed, were I not so pissed!
>>3268440
>The Hour of Lullaby is when you can shift easily, doing it at another time could result in something... unforeseen.
Well fuck. So much for that then?

Okay okay first things first, we don't rush into anything. I say we volunteer to help any wounded students to get out of immediate danger OR go with someone to find Deruella. Outside of donning Belph's Magitek armor(we should name that if it doesn't have a name yet) Arawn doesn't have the armanents or spells to fight any of the abominations head on...

*I almost forgot that we can fuse with Gardy outside of the Red World too*. The question, however is if we have the time to do the required ritual for it.

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The Gaulish chieftain's concern was found to be baseless.

Suerna, scion of Carthage, accumulator of a hundred generations' mercantile wealth, queen among the many daughters of that most ancient of the Semitic peoples - all that history and wealth crumbled beneath the weight of the martial debauchery of a single night. Cabaleiro, captain of the Five Hundred whose military pedigree stretched to the time of Cyrus the Younger led his men with flawless discipline against his once-employers, the heavily armoured infantrymen consolidating their gains in the urban districts behind looming tower-shields. The gates were open minutes after Rhea began her rain of missiles from her great machines of war, their guardians slain by javelins and swords.

The Gaulish cavalry streamed into the panicking city under the ghostly light of the moon, and everything they touched was death. Axe in one hand, freshly-lit torch on the other, they blazed throughout the heavily populated city like the flames they spread throughout the honey-comb urban complex of the highly populated town. The markets, the shipyards, the temples, the palace - everywhere the blood of Tyrians and Phoenicians and Carthaginians mingled and flowed freely like cheap wine in the aftermath of a wedding. Too late, a guard tower high up in the central hill of Suerna rang its alarm helplessly, the last auto-eulogy from a dying city: "Awake! Fear! Fire! Foe! Awake!"

And seeing this, Caesar spoke, remembering an ancient poem:

Where is your much-admired beauty, walled Daughter of Tyre?
where is your crown of towers, where are your possessions of old?
where are the temples of the immortals, the houses, the wives
of Sidonion Throne, and the myriads of people?
Not even a trace has been left of you, ill-fated town,
but all has been seized and devoured by war.
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>>3267498
I like this, but switch out German for Rhea. We can chat him up later.
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>>3267558
Twas to "conjure the strength of the Stallion" or some shit but yes, it actually was among the "typical" ancient Greek remedies.
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Fortuna, if you don't mind I'd like to confirm my understanding of the route we're taking.
As I understand it, Rhea sails east from Greece (actually, is Numante in Greece, or is it a hellenic settlement somewhere else?), across the Mediterranean, through the Pillars of Hercules, then south along the coast of West Africa, around Cape Horn, north along the coast of East Africa, and then east along the coast of Arabia and finally India.
Is that correct?
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>>3267782
>Fortuna, if you don't mind I'd like to confirm my understanding of the route we're taking.
As I understand it, Rhea sails east from Greece (actually, is Numante in Greece, or is it a hellenic settlement somewhere else?), across the Mediterranean, through the Pillars of Hercules, then south along the coast of West Africa, around Cape Horn, north along the coast of East Africa, and then east along the coast of Arabia and finally India.
Is that correct?

The way I thought of it, Numante (fictional settlement) is a Semitic/Iranian settlement that lies along the coast of the Arabian Sea in southeastern Iran. It is part of Ardashir's satrapy, which itself pays homage to the Arsacid dynasty - so you are not that far from the northwestern Hindus who will be settled in the Indus river.

I actually didn't have a specific spot in mind for the city at the start since I originally thought it would be a short prologue before the "main event", as it were. I knew it had to be pretty far east since Parthian Empire itself (which is what you are technically a part of regardless of your Greek heritage) was more east focused if you look at their territorial maps, Asia Minor and Greece itself would have put you too close to Rome (the cuty) and within Rome (the empire), which for reasons Ju-know is forbidden. So the journey to Sinae won't require circumventing Africa.

Current sail plan I had was to follow the coast to the mouth of the Indus, then continue south, going around the Indian subcontinent, and so on.
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>>3267976
Ah, that makes more sense than what I was thinking. Thanks.

Ah, news!

So the folks may have me down there next(?) week to help out with some pretty major yard work, not sure if I mentioned that before or not. Not a big deal, but a multiple day one, so there won't be any runs while that's going on. I'm hoping they'll call me to go down there Monday next week, but we'll see. I'll keep you guys up to speed there, so you'll know as soon as I do- just check the twitter, here https://twitter.com/Warhound89

Other than that, no news worth mentioning- no job offers yet, sadly. ah well.

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Someone, you reflect rather grimly, set your cell phone alarm to a general quarters klaxon. You have your suspicions on whom, though you can’t imagine when they’d have had a chance to do it.

Normally you’re up before your alarm, of course, a habit you grew into in high school, but the late night last night meant you actually slept in a little- you had to curtail your morning run too, and you still haven’t managed to catch breakfast. You’ve had worse before, but it still annoys you with yourself, unusual circumstances or no.

One of the ever-present base vehicles- this time, a humvee from the local marine pool, still painted in desert tan, waits for you. It’s just as well, it’s a fairly nice day, even if it is a bit warm. Your driver, perhaps predictably, is a marine provost marshal officer- armed, of course. He salutes and then nods towards you. “Morning, sir.” He says. “I’m Sargent Williams, and I’m your driver for the day. You’re supposed to go to the admin building, but I’ve also been told you need to get by the flight line and the med center before afternoon chow.”

You nod.

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>>3266971
Not a cute, don't salute.
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>>3266934
>...Also, on a different note: Did you notice the matron told her, specifically, no booze?
If we're on flight status we're told the same thing. And pilots tend to get drunk quite often when not on flight status. If you want to start watching more closely, be my guest, but I don't think there should be alarm bells about it quite yet.
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>>3267547
I'm not alarmed about it, per se, she's in great physical shape (and I'm pretty sure most witches aren't physically athletic because they use magic over muscle). I just think it's interesting she'd call that out specifically, girl might be a drinker.
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lol
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>>3266756
I haven't forgotten the "depths" of 89's politics, I'm just not a paranoid sad bitch about it with every goddamned post I make in every single thread like you are.

Darkness and decay. The maintenance drones must either be busy or malfunctioning.

>WARNING: CRITICAL MALFUNCTION. INITIATING EMERGENCY STANDBY

Oh, that’s unfortunate. Hopefully your masters will return soo-

Darkness and decay. The maintenance drones must be damaged or preoccupied with something else.

The room shakes beyond. Hmm, maybe the masters are having a party? Last I heard something bad was happening, so maybe it has passed.

>>WARNING: CRITICAL MALFUNCTION. INITIATING EMERGENCY STANDBY.

Oh bother. Well hopefully the masters will come down once they’ve had the-

Darkness and decay. The maintenance drones must be...oh wait, there’s some light.

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>>3263946
>>Knock
And if that doesn't work,
>>Crush the wall with your gravetic arm
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>>3263977
>>3264020
Lifting up you grav arm to face the wall, it immediatly began to shriek and bend as the forces of gravity turned on it viciously by your command. There were shouts on the other side, likely of some superstitious awe at your use of the took for moving large amounts of debris.

Then you were in the ground, damage control systems moving at full speed to try and prevent a total systems shut down as what remained of your gravetic arm collapsed in on its self and began to rapidly overload more and more, pulling anything loose towards it.

It was failing, and would briefly shift into a short live singularity before finally dying under its own power.

The chieftain let our and shout and grabbed you, trying to pull the far larger EEA system away from the screeching weapon that had been blasted off your form by whatever the primitives had for defenses.

>>Try to stabilize the system?

>>Let it die out on its own?


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>>3266540
>>Try to stabilize the system?
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>>3266540
>>>Try to stabilize the system?
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>>3266540
I don't understand what is going on. Did they injure us or was there a malfunction?

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The last few days have been...interesting. Alek was forced into fighting a werewolf, banished from a town, was told of a corrupt Abbot who delighted in younger boys, gained a Daughter companion and escaped a Tribe full of cannibals.

Alek is a Witch Hunter, a being who has corrupted his very soul in order to fight the evil that plague the continent of Isalica.

Currently, Alek and the Daughter Sophia Delport, of the High Church order, are travelling on foot through the Wilds, a forest that seems to stretch on far into the horizon. Its an old forest, filled with magiks and wondrous creatures. But it is also filled with a lot of evil, cannibals, monsters, murders, occultist and various other dark creatures, often hiding behind a fake visage.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3235234/

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>>3267000

“Thats awful!” She hugged him, tightly. “I’ll always be there to identify your corpse.”


We need to at least say that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to us.

We will keep trying to get her as a companion, we need the cuddling
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Does the dc gets lower the more tine we spend with her? 85 was pretty high
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>>3267029
Yeah, but it'll have be be after a few missions.
Remember, Sophia is still more or less fresh out of the temple. She has no idea of the outside life and if you seriously put her life in danger, or do anything that could psychologically harm her, she might choose to leave
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>>3267029
>>3267042
Im my opinion is for the best that she stay background support.

Let's be honest if she would offer that she will go with us on a hunt we would told her to stay away.
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We play as Percival Williams, a socially awkward Pokémaniac with a knack for communicating with Pokémon.
He’s currently on his journey across the Aztlan region, while aiming to become a Professional trainer, he has become tangled up in various sketchy business and situations regarding shady corporations, armed revolutionaries, psychics, giant Pokémon rulers, and dumb teenager stuff.

Your team so far consists of:
Houndour
Mimikyu
Loudred
Vulpix (Alolan)
“Prince” (Elekid)

Traveling partners:
-Kadabra: A teleporting friend.
-Eli: A punkish girl who aims to be the next regional Pokémon champion
-Gareth: 20 something college dropout who’s starting his Journey a bit too late


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>>3266840
+1
The anime was medicore, but we'll be dammed if we don't stand up for our waifu
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>>3266571
>>Confounded and a bit appalled, how could a guy shameless flirt with every female in his line of sight, accidentally molesting every one of them in the process? Disgusting. The girls were cute at least.
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>>3266571
>>Arguing with Dick, Gallade and Kadabra about which girl should have “won”. (Reformed delinquent-chan was best girl, you know it!)
I think Percy has a "type".
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>>3266571
Arguing with Dick, Gallade and Kadabra about which girl should have “won”. (Reformed delinquent-chan was best girl, you know it!)
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>>3266571
>>Arguing with Dick, Gallade and Kadabra about which girl should have “won”. (Reformed delinquent-chan was best girl, you know it!)

First, your feet had blistered. Then the blisters had popped, bled pus, gotten caked in dirt. Now the dried pus and the caked dirt and the dead skin had packed together into thick calluses.

You liked your calluses. They were tough and unfeeling; you could walk across hot asphalt or sharp gravel, and it felt like wearing a pair of shoes. You wanted to grow calluses on your hands, and your knees, and shoulders, and chest, until you were sunken under a layer of calluses, protected from the world by hardened, unfeeling flesh.

You couldn't remember how long you had been walking for. The no-man's land played tricks: there were no landmarks, no trails, just a sprawl of ruined cityscape, eroded into unrecognizable, homogeneous ruins.

It didn't matter where you were going, as long as it was away from where you had been.

You carried with you an iron that had three chambers loaded, some hard-tack, and a canteen. You had set out with a roll of bandages, but had gone through them quickly, between having to re-wrap your face, bandaging your leg after being bitten by a feral, bandaging your shoulder after scraping it falling down a pitfall.

You'd found the iron on your fourth day in the no-man's land, clutched in the fingers of a smiling skeleton sitting against the wall of a half-collapsed storm drain.

It had looked smug in its death, like a freed slave returning to a labor camp. You'd squatted down and taken a piss in its lap before ripping the revolver off of its wrist-bone and leaving.

The sun was starting to sink towards the horizon. You didn't want to be outside come night time: that was when the ferals came out, like so many cockroaches hiding in the darkness of fetid warrens beneath the streets. Even if you made it to shelter, there was no safety, only temporary reprieve.

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>>3265700
> Move on; you'd wasted enough time here already
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>>3265700
> Accept the musician's offer to stay with their group

Safety in numbers, course, that don't mean sleeping with your eyes shut neither.
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>>3265700
> Move on; you'd wasted enough time here already
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> Move on; you'd wasted enough time here already

"I'll tell you what," you said. "If I ever find your skeletons out here, I promise not to piss on 'em."

The boy fumbled for a response to this statement, and you started walking away. He got out:

"Whatever- if we fuckin' find yours, we're taking your gun! Leave us a few bullets, would ya?"

You didn't reply. In the silence, you overheard murmurs from the camp, but before you could hear anything specific:

"Fine, ya little cunt! Have it your way!"

You headed for one corner of the rubble-lot, mentally preparing to push north for at least three more miles in what little light was remaining.

Someone in the tent called out to the older boy, and he called back.

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>>3267309
>Flee South
And hide


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