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In the shadow realm everybody is shadowy, everything is shadowy, the trees, the animals, the fucking water. And pretty much everything is poisonous. You better be immune to poison to live in here.

When you decided to come here you bought a ring of poison immunity from a wizard and it has saved your life more times than what you can count. You can eat a bowl of poisonous fruits and get away with just a mild diarrhea.

This place is fairly isolated - a short planar travel away from anywhere inhabited by another human, you keep a scroll of planar travel in the hut you built yourself in the middle of one of the countless places called the same, shadow forest, the people in this place could be more creative. Although in their defense in their native language they have a hundred and fifty six words for 'shadow', the shadow men. They have a village a few miles away from your hut, you've met then a few times, they're simple people who live off the land. An old man in their village, a sage who calls himself Shady, who speaks broken common, acted as your translator for a few coins a day when you need to do business in the village. He says further to the north there is the castle of a certain Shadow King who rules over all these lands.

But why did you decide to come here in the first place?
> You were an incredibly successful thief who was wanted in pretty much every kingdom, so the only place you could think of to hide where nobody would look for you was the shadow realm
> You are a wizard yourself and you are studying the properties of the various shadow realm creatures to create new magical potions out of them
> Write in
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> Write in
You were summoner seeking to learn how to summon and control shadow creatures.
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>>3445471
This
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> Write in
You were summoner seeking to learn how to summon and control shadow creatures.
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>>3444516
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You are a paladin and have come to purge the Shadow Realm of its dark wickedness and force them into the burning light of righteousness!

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The world of Aelia was awestruck with the new discovery of the wizard Proteus, a way to open portals to another dimension and summon creatures to perform small tasks for you. Scrolls, wands and magical items were created imbued with the newly discovered spell and it was common to see the little colorful humanoid creatures roaming the streets of any major cities performing tasks for their masters.
But an unforeseen effect of the overuse of this new spell was the weakening of the fabric of reality itself. Many wizards have theorized about what exactly has happened and the overall consensus seem to be that a tear in our reality allowed beings from another dimension to breach in. But not the harmless servitors that we learned to summon - things far more vile and destructive started to pour out of portals that began appearing out of nowhere all over the world.
By then the wizard Proteus was already long gone. But one of his apprentices, a wizard called Alexia, created a spell that protected a large area of about four miles radius from incursion from extradimensional entities. This spell was performed as a ritual taking twenty four hours to perform, required a large amount of a rare crystal in order to work and lasted for a whole year.
Every major city in the world began using the new Protection From Outsiders ritual, and villages that couldn't afford such a necessity would one after another end up being erased from the map by the ravenous demons as more and more portals appeared all over the land.

Who are you in these trying times?
> A merchant risking his life connecting the mining towns in the desert and the various cities hauling the precious crystal needed for the ritual to keep the demons at bay
> A wizard skilled in the ritual of protection from outsiders going from town to town offering his much needed services of renewing the annual protection
> A skilled demon hunter, carrying a repeating crossbow of your own manufacture and a couple sharp blades, you've made quite a reputation for yourself in securing whatever activities need to be performed outside the safe zones
> other

Also pick gender and name MC.
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>>3450376
>>3450377

You shoot at the fleeing demon with your crossbow, slaying it with several shots.

You examine the bodies of these demons and they have necklaces made out of sinew with one or two boar tusks dangling from it. Maybe trophies from past hunts?

The demons in this island behave strangely... you wonder what is going on.

What will you do?
> Go check on the wizard's tower
> Go around the island through the beach
> Keep tracking looking for more demons in the woods
> Move closer to the demon's village
> other
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>>3450399
> Keep tracking looking for more demons in the woods
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>>3450399
>> Go check on the wizard's tower
I think we should try to get pay upfront.
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>>3450415

You keep looking for more demons in the woods; you spend a few more hours looking for more tracks but the tracks you find are all old.

Then you catch sight of a large group of demons moving through the woods! Twenty small demons, one blue-ish fireball hurler and two spiked demons. They seem to be headed towards the wizard's tower!

What will you do?
> Intercept them, attack them with your swords (roll 4d20, you can only reach the small demons, DC 10 small demons)
> Intercept them, attack them with your repeating crossbow (pick target, roll 5d20, DC 10 small demons, DC 12 spiked demons, DC 14 fireball hurler)
> Follow them to see what they're going to do
> Ignore them and go somewhere else (where?)
> other
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off for the night

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> [[ Previous Threads ]]
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=broken+sky
> [[ Unique Identifier and Quest Information ]]
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UVYJRhx3qTmuo77uSZrdCtEoLfGzKAeWVJFAY_OJRqI/edit?usp=sharing
> [[ Twitter ]]
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> [[ Ascheritte ]]
> [[ Primary Archetype: Brawler ]]
> [[ HP: 35 / 35 ]]
> [[ PP: 6 /6 (16) ]]
> [[ Celestial Artifact(s) In Use – Total Committed PP: 10 ]]
> [[ You have 0 unspent EXP. ]]
> [[ You have 1 pending guild invitation. ]]
> [[ You have 4 pending contact requests. (Canderence, Carmine, Fauxley, Kinoue) ]]

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>>3449221
If you want regen and defense you should go for Marble.
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>>3449221
Throne doesn't offer any regen buffs, we just retain our normal combat regeneration while in it.

As for generalized defense...I'm actually interested to find out if any traditional weapons even cause us damage while we're actively in Flame.

>>3448766
Supporting the secondary actions of this, and also switching to flame.

>>3449241
I'd kill to have Marble's lesser art that let's us regen HP from PP. We really need to prioritize grabbing that. At that point I'd be much more comfortable spending our exp on PP rather than health increases as well.
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>>3449264
There’s a lot of things I want. I want more memory slots. I want the ability to use more memories at the same time. I want more variety in shields for Throne. I want to pick up the lesser arts.
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>>3449241
>>3449264
For some reason I could have sworn that Throne offered heightened regen, but looking back at the previous thread I can't see any indication of that.

Seems like our regular combat regen was just at work.

Anyway, the last caveat of switching to fire is Aelriss' troubles but I'm pretty interested to see it in action
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>>3449273
I anticipate that we'll be rocketing away from where ever Aelriss is if we have to employ Flame. We should definitely give her some forewarning though.

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"I am beginning to think you are trying to suffocate me with decorations. I wasn't half as dressed up when meeting a king."

The captain's quarter - more of a hall, really, given the absolutely decadent amount of space here - is a rush of activity. Two silent women, the only survivors among the Princess of Suerna's train of handmaidens, busy their hands in rearranging your hair and the folds of your billowing robes of Tyrian silk with deft, experienced fingers. Micah is sat there blanching at the costs of it all, from the perfumes - "Single use items!" he mutters under his breath, abacus in one hand - to the custom-fitted robe of royal-purple trimmed with leaves of gold. And at the head of this maelstrom of activity is Lynius: playboy, logistician, socialite.

"You'll live," he says sweetly. "No one has died of being overdressed, as far as I know. Now turn around a little - yes, just like that. We need the hair to look just right. We are not dealing with some old king, my dear boy. We are dealing with a representative from the Atridae. Their reach is almost as big as the Harkonni, which makes them a trifle larger in my estimation of them than some local petty king."

"As big as us," you correct.

"I don't work for the bloated Harkonni toads, dear," Lynius sniffs with disdain. "I worked for your father, as did all of the crew. Not for the Harkonni, not for you, only for your father. Remember that. Now would you bend a little here so we can apply some more powder on your left cheek?"

These oriental Greeks and their strange customs!

Scrivener stifles a laugh at your discomfiture. Lynius shoots him a withering look, but the archivist of the Legion is much too blunt a man to take to such subliminal messages. "It has been some time since I've been to the threatre. You would make a great hypokrites, Alexandros. Half the people are there to ogle at beautiful men, anyway." His smile removes any barb there might have been from his compliment.

Hermann's face is etched with dislike. "Powder is for women," he says. "It makes men weak, as it weakened the Gauls. No offence to you, father."

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>>3449187
>"A bitter once-noble clinging to his family name as his only source of power is no better than some whore who managed to climb her way out of the red light district, is it?"
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>>3449187
>"For the last time, my horses are not for sale. What I came here to discuss was a very different sort of transaction."
The best way to say "you are both idiots" is to not engage in the insults and gloss the matter over, moving on to the real subject.
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>>3449203
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>>3449203
Support
Caesar is above such petty matters.
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>>3449203
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Urizen's army: 500 Veteran Rattle-Tail heavy cavalry, 400 merc light cavalry, 400 Elite Eye-Eaters, 580 Veteran Crimson Chosen, 1500 veteran elite raiders, 2000 elite waster raiders, 1000 waster raiders, 450 veteran elite crossbowmen, 60 biker semi-automatic gunners, 10 armored car turret gunners, and 300 veteran gunner infantry. (7,120 men)

Ally armies:
Harlotsville's armies: 200 elite militia, 2000 militia (2,200 men)
Y'arak's armies: 100 Elite light cavalry, 500 veteran militia, 400 elite militia, 2000 militia, and 600 bowmen (3,600 men)
Urizen has 13,000 men in total

Enemy forces: 1000 Kurrlon militia, 2000 Kurrlon elite militia, 500 Kurrlon veteran militia, 1000 Kurrlon bowmen, 500 Kurrlon elite bowmen, 500 Kurrlon veteran bowmen, 100 bolt-action gunners, 600 veteran heavy cavalry, 400 heavy cavalry, 200 light cavalry, 5 armored cars, 20 biker gunners (6,825 men)

Lands owned: Saltmarch (Current capital and your town [10,500 freemen, 1800 slaves]), The Kadine Pass (your town [2000 freemen, 1000 slaves]),The Flats (Mazgrund [2000 freemen, 2000 slaves]), Berkeran (Balak's town [3300 freemen, 1600 slaves]), Trident's Rest (Murdas Brukus's town [1400 freemen, 900 slaves]), and Buckport (Rathadu's town, [1600 freemen, 600 slaves])
Current generals: You, Rathadu, Mazgrund (Eye-Eater chieftain), Balak, and Murdas Brukus.
Garrison: 600 town guard in The Flats, 400 town guard in Trident's Rest, 600 heavy elite town guard in Buckport, 800 town guard in Berkeran, 300 town guard in the Kadine Pass, and 1000 veteran heavy town guard in Saltmarch

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Apocalypse+Raider+Quest
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>>3449143
Also, order some nearby men to bind the corpse of Aegis in chains and have him taken away.
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>>3449139
>Tell the men to return to the sieging army at Kurrlon
This ends now.
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>>3449170
WAR IS SAVAGE, AND WE MUST BE SAVAGE
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>>3449184
>>3449206
softskins detected
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>>3449139
>Make the army wait at a specific point to stop theirs from escaping Kadine
Demon Prince Urizen Soon
No escape for the Kurrlon dogs.

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Everything happened so fast. Before all of this, you were Freya Godsblood, princess of Ordamark, and you were the most beautiful women in the land. But everything changed for you, as you've caught the eye of the Dark Lord Lazarus Drack who, seeing you, decided to claim you as his wife.

Now, you're his Empress, the Dark Queen Freya Drack, and your reign has just begun
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>>3448926
-Luna do you recall what we talked about Tinas birthday and the growth of elfen population? Its about that. Since we will cause quiet the stir why don´t we go full out with it. By that i mean since you said you can´t rally go and walk between them i "could" say those things for you or Tina could. She told me how many elfs there are and its not that many thats for sure. For that you only have to say one or two sentences to the high elf nobles that Tina and i are "blessed" or something and that they should listen to us in your owl form. But no matter what happens i will still talk with the other gods about that "number" problem of your elfs.


-So i found five Wells in the north and which one belongs to who?

-In Ordamark, on an island north-west of the country. - ?Aegir?
-In Turean, in the mountains south of the city. - ?
-In the Lost Shores, far to the north of the Dark Elves city. - Skaldi i would bet money on it
-In Voyoba, far into the southern mountain range. - ?
-In Drack Realms, hidden in the plains, close to the frontier with Nyrkostr. - ?Gefian?
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>>3448949
+intensify petting on luna
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>>3448926
>>3448949
>>3448951
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>>3448951
>>3449002
Support
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>>3448949
>>3448951
>>3449002
>>3449038
noted.

End of session tonight, next one tomorrow at 11am best, 2pm worst, 9pm disaster.

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Chapter 1 part 1 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3310444/
part 2 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3372650/
part 3 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3401288/

Chapter 2 part 1 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3426739/#reply

Archive of all the parts of the story https://www.deviantart.com/boisnator/gallery/68789803/Doors
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no, you were catapulted to the flooor. where did you end up?

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34 years ago Mithrades II of Calpurnos crowned himself king of The Lunarkian Islands. In the ensuring years contact was established with the Sesceon king, Vittcar, with whom you have expanded your trade. The Lunarkians helped Vittcar defeat the pirate chieftain Sneadh, and conquered his stronghold on The Cape of Tin.
In the ninth year of his reign, Mithrades mounted an expedition to the island of Taxoss where strange artifacts were found, these "Mychos Beads" were claimed by your priests as relics of your god.

You are the noble Stathosí of this realm, charged with governing your lands and advising the king.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mare+Nostrum+Civ%2C+Flousken
Discord: https://discord.gg/Ag7BASJ

With riches starting to flow through our trade networks, Lunarkia is growing ever wealthier. This has come at a cost, however, as crime is rising in many regions. While many of the nobles would rather have the old tribal ways remain, where every chief dealt with criminals as he saw fit, a new motion is voted through by the stathosí. A collection of laws is to be written down, and copies spread through the land, where noble lords will remain the acting judges.
These laws seek to further protect personal property, civil rights, and the piety of our people.

Year 534

>>Population: around 40 000
>>Food: 7/10

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>>3448817
>F.Exploration & colonization
Send the 3 biremes and 9 warships west along the coast to map the world. We'll see just how big the sea really is.
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>>3448827
Support
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>>3448827
This, let's do more exploring
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>>3448827
Supporting
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>>3448827
Supporting

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Stats of the party

Sir Paragon
-Chivalry: 4/10
-Piety: 7/10
-Strategy: 2/10
-Dread: 1/10
Sir Rocko the Excitable
-Chivalry: 5/10
-Piety: 1/10
-Strategy: 4/10
-Dread: 3/10
Friar François De Fromage-Fondu
-Chivalry: 0/10
-Piety: 6/10

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>>3446158
>>Become a holy Knight and protector of August and inherit the crown when he dies
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>>3447277
You accepted the proposal, but asked that Sir Rocko be one of the emperors royal guardsmen as well, and that the friar is given great opportunities too. August nodded, and at that place the men were made to bow, and given the rights of only men of the highest esteem. The men went back to their respective places, with the dead memes back to their black pit, the Aryan chads (forgot to include them, but they were there) back to their far off land, Sir Pepe and his frogs back to Kekstantinople, Sir Grug, now legitimized by the emperor himself as a knight, went back to rule over the orcs, the dwarves back to their hold, and the men of the Crusade (including Dirtport and Squalors end) back to their wives and children.
All was good in the land, and August September died peacefully twenty years later, with Sir Paragon gaining his title, now ruling over a peaceful and utopian land. Rainbows and sunshine forever, no bad things at all, and virtue were seen in every person, from the lowest peasant, to the greatest of nobles. That is, until the cult of Darth-Sauron and Deciduous rose in the heartland of the empire, hidden from the eyes of those that would scold it.

The End

Might do a new quest in this world, but that will be in a while probably
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>>3448613
BRAVO! ENCORE! Thanks for running QM. This was a fantastic journey and I can't wait for your next run. Have a Happy Easter!
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>>3448613
>>3448835
Yeah that was an awesome quest, I loved it. I hope your Piety this Easter is as high as Sir Paragon's!
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>>3448835
>>3448847
Same goes for you guys as well, happy easter!

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>Once upon a time, a man discovered magic and rained chaos in it. To battle this menace, a group of coven witches fought the rouge wizard ending in a singular mass of Mana explosion. The residual Mana scattered in the wind and was then that every person in the planet can now use magic. Today in a modern city where magic is everywhere and so is the technology advanced. The world is going to be thrown again to the flames of a war........thousand years from the past.

Morning comes, the alarm ringing now for how many times. You already lost count on how much this annoying clock nags you to wake up. You only want to sleep comfortably yet the responsibility of being a future member of society calls you. Specifically, this clock.

"School is such a chore. Why I am forced to wake up 7 in the morning." Standing up, you force to drag yourself to the bathroom, stripping yourself and enter the shower. You turn the knob and you shout in the coldness of water touching your skin.

"Damn this water is cold. Wish I have a warm shower for the change."

Leaving the shower, you drag yourself again to wear your uniform and go to the kitchen where your leftover chinese food is still on the table covered with paper plate. You take it out to reheat it and eat. Looking at the time, you have 5 minutes until the first hell. Your school is 15 minutes away when walking, 7 if you run. But the novelty of running yourself late panicking wears off when you already don't have any motivation going to school early. Throwing the paper bowl in the growing pile of trash, you exit your house, bag already on your hand. Slinging it on your shoulder, you resume your slow walk knowing you are already late in the class.

Walking on the deserted street of residential area is one of your favorites. Peaceful and quiet. You don't mind the occasional chirping of bird as they are part of the nature. Yet slowly the houses are replaced with buildings and smoky vehicles running through the day. After a few minutes, the school is on sight and the yard is devoid of any students because of the class already in session. You enter the building donning your school shoes and walk to the second floor where your room is located. Passing several rooms and some occasional stares from the students who only pay little attention to you, the room is in front of you. Looking up, you arrive at the room you take your class.

>2-5

Opening the door. The whole class quiets as you walk to your seat, put the bags in and rest your head on your hand, using your elbow as a support with a bored and sleepy look in your face. The teacher then resumes her roll call.

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>>3447907
"Nekotabo, Eduardo".....

You lazily raise your hand and drop them like a sack of potatoes hanging limply on your side. Your classmates already saw this for the hundredth time that it cannot face them anymore. Looking at me with disgust or disappointment is already a waste of time and energy. And so classes start.

Three uninterrupted classes later, lunch came rolling in and you stand up again not going to line on the disgustingly long line in the cafeteria. Instead you go to the back of the kitchen roo. Where several staff who is already cleaning the pots and kitchen utensils used to cook. Calling the "cafeteria mother" as every student call, she emerge with 2 portion of lunch wrapped in plastic cover.

"Here, you should line up there you know?"

"Sorry....last time I did, someone got hurt. I want to avoid that you know?."

"Oh my, oh dear, anyway go on. You have a class to attend to."

Thanking her, you step outside where the sun is up. Despite the heat, the cold wind mitigates the blazing hot temperature of the sun. Then, the perfect place to eat is.....


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>>3447938
Randomizing the choices
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>>3448830
"Well no one is going at the back of the school to eat anyway."
Moving onwards, you walk through the deserted path. Most of the students eat in cafeteria, rooms or inside the building where the comfort of air conditioner is to be felt. But there are a select few who goes out to eat outside with nature. At the back of the building gives you a massive shade from the building and a single tree with bench you can sit on. Ripping out the plastic cover, you start to eat in silence. Savoring the taste of vegetables and meat combined with sweet spices and the perfectly cooked rice overall making this a perfect meal for a growing boy like you.
"Ara......Eating alone? I finally found you my lord."
Looking at the voice who interrupted my meal, it was a young woman who is probably in her late 20's or early 30's. A sexy with a hourglass figure and a bosom that threatens to burst out from the confines of her office working clothes. In fact you are questioning why she is in that get-up. Or how did she sneak inside the school?
>My lord?
>Well if you are serious then fetch me a drink on the vending machine.
>Who are you?
>Fuck off, I don't have a time for your acting.
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>>3448839
>My lord?
>Who are you?

>>Welcome back to The Brass Companions! Last time we got our first real taste of combat, having delved into the depths of a goblin’s nest our forces underestimated in both size and strength. We met a hobgoblin, the a human-goblin half breed, that was grotesquely mutated. He proved to be a difficult fight, but we prevailed in the end and we ended up saving a pair of young boys and a woman from some pretty grizzly fates. We were injured in the process though, and passed out after clearing a decent chunk of the tunnels. We awoke in the surgeon’s quarters of our company headquarters for the region.

>>Character Sheet: (Skill Trees at Bottom) https://pastebin.com/YrzEaYU3

>>Last Threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Brass+Companions

>>My Twitter, only plan to post when new threads are going up: https://mobile.twitter.com/BrassCompanions

>>Let’s get this ball rolling!

>—————————————

You shift in the bed, swinging your legs over the side. The muscles of your injured leg groan as you use them for the first time since waking up. Sandon discreetly moves closer to the bed, ready to catch you should your leg not support your weight.


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>>3448463
Sounds like a good idea.
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>>3448463
How about we wait until we are at the point to vote for the training?
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>>3448837
We can pick training with already made decision on upgrades. This one is quite important one so it would be wise to spend some time thinking about it.

I don't know what choosing training decision changes.
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>>3450050
The Qm said he would present some combinations for vote later, the training vote has nothing to do with it I think
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>>3448463
But which side of armor mastery?

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Howdy all, and welcome to “A Song of Duty and Spite; House Reynold Quest”. Here we play as Ser Mervyn Reynold, a lowborn son of a bastard hedge knight who, through his skill at arms and a bit of luck, has married into the noble House Reynold of Ember Peak. He currently serves as Lady Elleanor Reynold’s sword shield, and in the murky depths of in-house politics he will attempt to rise high despite coming from such humble origins. These waters are treacherous however. Lady Elleanor has not forgotten her once betrothed, the late Reynard Reyne, and while she attempts to keep control of her house, her husband Lord Titus has the backing of Lord Tywin himself, and has a strong influence over the Reynold Military. The Mad King grows more and more erratic, and there are rumours that the relationship between Lord Tywin and King Aerys grow strained. Will you remain Lady Elleanors right hand, or will you strike out on your own in your pursuit of position and power? Let’s get going /qst/.


Character Sheet: https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9HgwmwnloQ1bkNeh0j

If you guys want to stay updated on run times and other stuff, you can follow me on twitter @Joebree28428728
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You eventually decide on your most loyal men. All of the men under your command could fight to at least a reasonable degree, and all of them were knights. Upbringing and heritage be damned. You went around and informed the men that were coming along, and began preparing for the week long journey through the mountains to Hornvale.

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The group of men left Ember Peak at dawn. Ser Terrence and his infantry, along side you and your 4 other knights, and a small baggage train to carry food, supplies and canvas tent materials. The journey continues on as you turn off of the gold road and head onto a small track where only three horses could walk side by side. This was the road to Hornvale, and it cut through staggering peaks and valleys alike.

You discussed the Loyal Reins with Ser Art, and chatted about hunting and women with Ser Jeremy. Ser Algood and you chatted about all he knew of the houses of the westerlads, and Ser Dunn would chime in about chivalry and the code of conduct in the reach.

When you made to make camp, your knights and Ser Terrences infantry mostly kept to themselves, ignoring each other for the most part. As you all sat around the fire, you took in the state of your mens armour and reflected back to the conversation you'd had with Black Feather Fred. Perhaps if you won enough gold at the coming tourney you could put it towards upgrading your mens equipment. The wolf cloaks that now draped over your mens shoulders looked wasted when paired with the splint and brigadine armour they currently wore. Your mind fills with the though of half plate, smoke grey, with a gilded gold line that ran up the middle of a breast plate. The dream put you to sleep easily enough, and the night stayed silent except for the crackle of fire as you drifted off to sleep.
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The journey had been uneventful, apart from a minor stand off between yourself and Ser Terrence. There had been an argument over who was primarily in control of the party, and while the Captain of Cavalry would be considered more prestigious by many, he and his men outnumbered you 4 to 1, and so you had conceded him the minor victory.

You came to a singular mountain in a large open valley and atop that mountain lay the castle of Hornvale. Even from here, you could see it was a beautiful and deadly castle. Trying to storm the castle would certainly take a heavy toll on any army who tried to besiege them. When you come to the beginning of the path that led up the mountain, you were greeted by a gatehouse bedecked by two white banners with the purple unicorn that was the sigil of House Brax. You find the portcullis closed, and when you get closer, you hear a voice call out “Who goes there. Identify yourself before the Lower gate of the Hornvale.” You begin to speak, but Ser Terrence beats you to it, identifying you and your men as the escort sent from Ember Peak, along with himself as Ser Terrence Lantell, originally of Lannisport. The portcullis is raised, and you make your way up the path. The path was heavily defended, using both natural defenses and man-made battlements all along the road.

Eventually you make your way up to the main castle after climbing the mountain for the greater part of the after noon, and are welcomed into a splendid courtyard and garden. There you are greeted by Lord Andros himself. The man was large, and approximately 40 years old by your estimation. His hair was leaving him and was prematurely going grey, but had once been a rich brown, as were his eyes. Unlike the common brown of small folk, these were the intelligent amber of those of first men origin. He meets you attended by what is clearly his oldest son and squire, who he introduces as Tytos Brax. The lad looked to be about the age of 17, and took after his father in most physical attributes, although he lacked his fathers impressive height.

“Sers. May I humbly welcome you to Hornvale. Please, accept this offering of bread, salt and wine, and make yourselves at home. Hornvale is at your service.” Servants come forth bearing platters of dark bread sprinkled with salt, and goblets of good red wine from the reach. The Brax's were an old house, and clearly valued old ways. “Now, he says once you’ve completed the ritual, your men may find beds and meals in the barracks, a servant will show them to where they will be staying.” He addresses Ser Terrence before turning his attention to you. “Ser, your knights will be given rooms inside the main castle itself.” He claps and another 2 servants come forth to show both parties of men to their rooms. Finally, he invites both Ser Terrence and yourself to dine with him in his solar, to which you both gladly accept, and the three of you make your way into the castle proper.
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The three of you dine on some of the finest food you’d ever eaten. Roast boar ribs flavoured with molasses and vinegar, served with roast mushrooms sprinkled with salt. Fine wine flowed freely and three courses had come before business was talked about. “Now, good knights, to business…” the Lord of Hornvale begins. The escort is much appreciated, and myself, my wife and Andrea are honoured by the showing. Ser Terrence pipes up that the both of you were honoured to be at his service. Lord Andros smiles at this and nods his head. “Indeed, Ser. Now, we are looking to leave in 3 days or so. My party will consist of Andrea, my wife, my three sons as well as myself. Along with perhaps a score of my house hold knights and a regiment of my infantry. We have been having some banditry problems near Hornvale recently.”

You and Ser Terrence look to each other and nod slightly, both thinking to perhaps offer to help root out the bandits before you left. Lord Andros continues on however, talking about his baggage train and the like, inquiring about accommodations at Ember Peak, and other such things. It was enough to make you glad that Ser Terrence had insisted on being in charge of the party.

Eventually, talk begins to take a more personal note, with Lord Andros asking about Ser Terrences history, battles he’d fought in and the like. You listen politely, despite your boredom listening to Ser Terrence relive his old glory days. This only lasts until Lord Andros turns to you, and begins to ask about your own history.

“Tell me Ser, what is your story? I’ve heard rumours that you were bastard born, and won your position at a tourney? Is there truth to the rumours?” You frown slightly. You didn’t enjoy talking about your past with those of high birth. “I was true born my lord. Born to Ser Orlik Hill, a bastard from the northern westerlands and his wife, Tansy, a blacksmiths daughter. So whilst I had a bastards name, I’m no bastard my Lord.” The man looks at you with a blank face and seems to beckon you to continue. “And as for my position, I won the hand of the Lady Allysa Reynold at the tourney held for her 16th name day. But as for my position itself, I earned it through the strength of my arm.” This brings a wry smile from Lord Andros. “This is good to hear Ser. There should be hope for my own bastard than. The boy is no more than 12, and is currently fostering with the Jasts. But if a man such as you can rise so high, I see little reason my own bastard couldn’t reach for such lofty heights.”
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The conversation continues on for an hour or so, before talk once again turns to bandits, and Ser Terrence offers to help track them down and eliminate them, to which Andros smiles and says there was no need to help track them down, as his scouts had already done so. When asked why he hadn’t exterminated them the Lord shakes his head. “They’re in a dangerous place for an army Ser. They’ve hold up in the hills and only come out at night to steal what they need. And the mine they were occupying was old, and the potential for collapse made it to risky to march an army into it.” The conversation continues on around you, but one word keeps running through your head. The mine….
And break. I'm going to call it here for today. I might be back later tonight, but I dont want to promise anything. When we do pick up next should be a pretty fun session. Well, thanks for playing guys, and as always, criticism, questions or scene suggestions are always welcome. Cheers!!
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Waiting with bated breath for the next session. Great run as always.

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>Started a new thread because the old one was near it's limit.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=I+am+a+Shinobi
https://pastebin.com/ue1DssaD

You are Uzumaki Naruto, an orphan determined to survive. After sealing a nine tailed kitsune into yourself as a child, you resigned yourself to the life of an outcast - but when you met the ronin Hatake Kakashi, and he took you as a student, things started looking up.

Kakashi brought you to the holy city of Konoha to participate in the hunt, an ancient ritual where Shinobi children compete to become adults. During your time in the city, Kakashi was captured by the Hyuga, the divine family of the moon.

You conspired with two up and coming Shinobi, Inuzuka Kiba and Akimichi Choiji, to kidnap the Hyuga princess and exchange her for her master. After rescuing you from an ambush led by one of Kakashi's clan members, Choji took his leave of the forest.

You found the Hyuga Princess, Hinata Hyuga, but the situation is more complicated than you knew. Hinata is not her father's favored heir, and he has arranged for her death during the hunt so that he can put his younger daughter on the throne.

Rather than play directly into his hands, you chose to take a different route....
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>>3446264
Support
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>>3446264
changing my vote (>>3445832) to this instead
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>>3445613
>Yes, you are
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>>3445613
>Let history be the judge of that - for now, let's just all try to compromise for what we want without dying in the process.
>But if you want MY opinion...
>Compassion isn't weakness
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>>3446264
Supporting

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Anon, my son, you are man now. You must choose wife and have children.
>walder frey has offered his daughter's weight in silver for her dowry
Will you pick 300 pound fat walda? Or 120 pound roslin?
>fat walda
>roslin frey
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>>3439680
>Fat Walda
More cushion for the pushin'!
On a closely related note; what does one call motorboating in a setting where the motor hasn't been invented yet?
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>>3439680
>>roslin frey
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>>roslin frey
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>>3439680
>>fat walda
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>>3439680
>All these people not liking thicc
Walda plz

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In the depths of undeveloped forests, in the shadows of dingy alleyways, in the midst of the glass spires of the rich, forces outside of human ken struggle for dominance over the terrestrial underworld.
This is the world of shadowy wraiths in the backstreets, of eldritch horrors slumbering deep within the sewers. This is a world where sprawling organizations hide behind shell companies, forever conspiring to hide themselves from sight while ancient brotherhoods struggle to uncover their intrigues.
It is a hidden world, a secret world.
It is your world.

You are Tristan, a man with no last name, a pious Knight of the New Covenant Temple sworn to enact God’s will in a not-so-secular world. Shielded by faith, righteousness, and very thorough mental Wards, you live to protect the world of humans from that which would subvert it.

Previously on Modern Fantasy Quest
Tristan helped his Mentor's wife clean the dishes, read some arcane and very heretical books on Eldritch entities, learned pyromancy, and called his operator, Benjamin.

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>>3447607
And why they think she wants to know where we are
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Vote called, Writing
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> Ask about Isolde

“And you gave them to her?” You ask Benjamin, curious about the Exorcist’s request.

“Well, not me specifically, but I can’t think of a reason why anyone would deny her request.” Benjamin had a point.

“Why would she want to know where I was?” You ask. It was easy enough for one member of the Templar to find another, the location of most members in the field was carefully kept track of by the Main Temple in Paris. The question was why a high-ranking exorcist would want to know where you specifically were.

You had already deducting the answer to your own question when Benjamin answered, “Well, she didn’t specify in her report, but the only reason I can think of is that she wants to meet with you.”

Benjamin’s answer was one you had thought of, alongside other possibilities such as remotely cursing or hexing you, or using your location as a bargaining chip with a faction outside the Templar. Alongside a great piousness and a good work ethic, your Mentor had hammered into you an awareness of what anyone could do to you if they ever had a reason to.

But you had to agree that Benjamin’s answer was the one that made the most sense.

“Should I be worried about meeting her?” You ask. Isolde was almost certainly an accomplished magic user and fighter as well as a mere exorcist, she was a field member of the Templar after all.

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>>3448117
>that’s everything thanks
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>that’s everything thanks

“Yes. That’s everything, thanks.” As long as Isolde wasn’t a threat, there was no harm in meeting her. She was, after all, simply serving God in her own way, just like you.

“Okay!” Benjamin responded, “That’s it then. God bless ...”

“Amen …” With that, you turn off your radio and lean back in your chair. You wouldn’t want to waste Benjamin’s time with idle small talk, he had work to do after all. It was only during major missions that every Knight got his own operator.

The room seemed strangely quiet right after you cut off the radio’s chatter.

>Take a nap. It’s good to rest, especially on an off day after a mission.

>Meditate and pray, nourish your spirit and be right with God.

>You still have some energy left. Continue studying (what?)

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