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Is it always this warm out here? The sun bakes the sand and you with it, until somewhere along the wandering paths you end up more lost soul than human being.


But it was not always thus. In nooks and crannies of old places, buildings stick out of the sand. The bones of old peering, and we the little scavengers among them. Here, enough walls to keep out the wind and the winding paths of strangers meeting for a moment of respite. Strike a fire from the detritus, exchange glances followed by hands followed by words. Drink from the flow of this old well well until it croaks dry at last. Should a storm roll in, it may be the last rest to be had for a while.

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Rolled 90, 99, 36, 84, 65, 3 = 377 (6d100)

>[4] Manipulate one of the guard to skillfully steal his money (bits) without being noticed (Manipulate 2 + 1 AL)
>[1] Politely ask where I could acquire some quick currency
>[4] Move 3353

#Jay Dee, #Operative
Alacrity 9 Limit 12 Spd 1
DR (Not yet)
Harm 3 | Sense 2 | Support 1 | Attune 1 |
Manipulate 2 | Solve 1 | Resist 1 | React 2 |
-Pistols {2}

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Rolled 98, 96, 95, 15, 46, 2 = 352 (6d100)

(Those are the High Council's elite. What business could they have in this ramshackle hamlet? They appear worse for wear than one would expect of the council's finest. Could they be lost?)

"Why the painting supplies? War in itself is art enough. Surely many would come to purchase weapons over paint now that a murder has occured in this very town.

By the way... I overheard some guards saying that you're the sort to like violence. Tell me more of your kind; I am from distant lands and thus am unknowledgable of these things."

>Subtly observe the Arcani (Sense 2)
>Subtly inspect the Raven Knight (Sense 2)
>Browse weaponry

#Fidera, #Duelist
Alacrity 9 Limit 12 Spd 1

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The duelist struts past the two arguing men, the feather and ribbon on his hat swaying to his swaggering steps as he moves to the well.
"Greetings, good men.. might i say that's a fine....hat?"
"So, i'd hate to interrupt your clearly important goings-ons, but could you tell me where a good blade such as i might find work, here? Honest or...."
He lets the sentence trail as he fishes a cup from his satchel and draws water into it. Drinking deeply, eyes watchful over the rim of the mug"
>move 3,3,3
>drink water

> Walk to the last gasp shelter

#Zarine, #Seeker
Alacrity 9 Limit 12 Spd 1.5
DR 0
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Support 2 | Attune 1 |
Manipulate 1 | Solve 2 | Resist 2 | React 2 |
Spear 2
Kinematics 2
> Art of Movement

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>"Both of those deals sound TERRIBLE. What else have you got? Any work? Do you trade in terrible knowledge? What about appraisals on my future?"

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Vampire. Swamp.
Dryad in Haunted Forest.
Two options for the OP.
Dryad trying to cleanse the Forest
Evil Dryads
I like the idea of evil dryads.
That's right humans, just try to enter our forest
>posts thumbnail
If you're going to make a generic /civ/ that'll probably die right after posting the OP, at least use the actual image
Yeah, I couldn't really make anything out with the pic. I figured it was something wrong on my end


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Previously: Alex and company arrived at the desert after a harrowing duel against one of the higher ranked goddess knights. This battle was close, but the opponent was driven back...

Meanwhile, in the wastes...
Currently you are: ????
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>attempt to establish contact, while remaining in the goddess knight
might as well give negotiation a shot, yeah?
anything in particular you want said? staying in the knight is prudent though, since these are magicians...
>anything in particular you want said?
I suppose. tell them to relay to the guys in the keep that Deathhaven is forfeit, and that half of the resident necromancers are to be taken hostage as a bargaining chip. the other half is free to flee to the necropolis.
Oh and give us your food
Mybr thoe in we wont kill them if they can fight argest thr over powered neards

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Ring...Ring-Rinnng. "Come on Jess! You almost ran into me on that thing. Don't tell me you're still day-dreaming about him?" The brunette brings her bicycle to a stop.

"Um...Sorry, Soph." The red haired girl stops and picks up her skateboard.
"You totally are!" She shakes her head at the red head. "Jess, I guess he's cute and all, but he's a teacher. You're not going to get him. Have some common sense for once."

"But he's sooo dreamy..."The red head starts blushing. "He's so much cooler than all the boys in our class." Noticing her friend's grin, she hastily changes the subject." Can we have this conversation anywhere else? Look, we're right across from that creepy house. I mean seriously, the place has to be haunted."

"Jess, you big baby. What's the big deal? We've beat up a ghost before. Seriously, why insist on calling yourself the leader when you act like this?"

"But Sophie, it was still scary. And I'm the leader because I'm the oldest and come up with the best plans. Duh!"

"Seriously, your plans are mostly just whack the thing over the head till it stops moving, or you just go along with mine. I distinctly recall you using my plan when we fought that ghost."

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My apologies for the lack of an update yesterday evening. I'm still working on it. Writer's block is a bitch and a half.
Underneath the din of household sounds and the women’s voices, you think you can make out the faint sound of a thud or two coming from the direction of the porch. It sounds like something of Alonso’s size is moving around. Hopefully, it’s him. You’ve found yourself curious about his situation and how Alice has further complicated it. Your gut seems to tell you that he could shed some light on how her power really works, something you find intriguing. Most magical girls have a narrow specialized set of abilities influenced by their wish. Alice’s, on the other hand, seem to be disjointed and unrelated. Sure, her wish had something of a grand scope. That could be interacting with her vast potential giving rise to a much broader set of powers to accomplish the task, but even her mother had something of a focus. Although there was quite a difference in wishes between mother and daughter.

Without anything to preoccupy her mind, you can see worry creeping back into Alice's features. You can reminisce later. You hop into her lap and give her arm a little prod. “What’s with the long face, dear? If this is about Alonso, I think I can hear him moving around right now. Do you want to visit him?” With that you can make out some apprehension on Jeanette’s face. She transforms immediately, with her staff tightly gripped in her hands.

“Of course I do, Octavian.” She looks over to Jeanette, in the corner of the room, before pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear. “It’s just…I’m scared, Octavian. The first time I used my powers on him, I wound up brainwashing him into serving me. I mean, sure, he was trying to kill me and what you said earlier made some sense. But there’s no telling what I’ve done now.” She glances back to the older women again. “You said I used my magic on Jenny too. What if she doesn’t like me because she’s nice? What if I made her do it? What if I’m making everyone be nice to me and I don’t know it? Am I abusing my gift; would that make God hate me? I mean I’m not…”

You can almost feel a twinge of…something in the back of your mind but you ignore it (You need to ease your little one’s fears and doubts). “Shhh…Shhh. Alice, I told you I don’t want to hear any of that out of you. You haven’t done anything wrong. People have plenty of reasons to like you. Trust me, Jenny likes you a lot for reasons all her own. Someday she might tell you about them when she’s ready. I don’t want to say anymore about that. It’s something I overheard between her and God.” You get a faint “okay” in response from Alice. She stands up with you still tightly in her embrace and starts walking towards the back porch. Jeanette’s following behind you, holding her staff like a club.
You use your magic to bridge the separation between you and the woman’s mind. “Jeanette, Alice really does have Alonso under her control. I think your fears are misplaced.”

“I’m just being careful, Octavian. I don’t want her getting hurt if something goes wrong. What were you two just doing?”

“Just talking. I was dealing with a minor crisis of self confidence on Alice’s part. I got things sorted out.”

“Yeah, you could have asked for my help. I was a teenage girl once. I know all about that…Hell, I still get like that sometimes.” There’s a slight feeling of embarrassment running through Jeanette’s mind.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to be ashamed of yourself. I’m still coming to grips with this whole emotion business myself…Anyway, do you have any questions for Alonso?”

“No, but if I come up with something I’ll speak up.” With your conversation at an end, you sever the link.

As Alice comes into the kitchen you can hear a knock on the back door. It’s Alonso. Jeanette hurries over to the girl’s side, as Alice rushes over and opens the door.

The monster turned knight is visibly confused by his surroundings. He looks back and forth between the women. “Water, water please.” He begs in a voice not befitting his appearance. Alice takes his hand with her free one and leads him to the sink. She opens the tap. Alonso doesn’t wait for her to find a glass, he puts his head directly under the stream of water before drinking what he can with his hands. After removing his head from the sink, he looks back at Alice and seems to realize something. He kneels before her. “Oh, your majesty, forgive my lack of manners.”

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“The New World? Of course, think I was going there. But still, what’s a lady of any standing doing in the new world? Touring her colonial holdings? No, it’s a dangerous place. Where are the other guards? Her husband? The situation must be a dire one.”

You give the knight a sympathetic look. “Friend, I think much time has passed since your day and age. The New World is not so new anymore. It’s been civilized. It’s now comprised of independent nations completely separate from the powers in Europe.”

“Impossible. How did this happen?”

“Hundreds of years of history: settlement, migration, many wars, the gradual weakening of the kingdoms of Europe. As for your particular case, magic.” You’ve seen how humans can take bad news. You don’t have the heart to tell the man that he’s spent hundreds of years as an undead monster. “I can expound on that, but I think I should wait till you’ve had some time to digest the reality of what I’ve already told you.”

Alonso looks back into Alice’s eyes. “My lady, you must excuse me. Your steward makes a good point, even if he looks like a rabbit to me, not to mention the bizarre outfit of whom I think is your lady-in-waiting. I think I should take some rest. I’m not sure if any of this is real or I’ve caught my death of fever and this is all some strange dream. Allow me to take my leave.”

“Take all the time you need, Alonso.” Alice says as she tries to help the man to his feet. He walks back outside and sits down in one of the chairs, placing his head in his hands.

Jeanette closes the door. “He’s a living relic, some long dead conquistador. God only knows how he wound up here. I don’t know how we’re going to deal with his culture shock.”

You nod your head. “Neither do I. What a mess!”

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>It’s getting close to lunch. Have Alice raid the fridge and see what you can make here. Jen can help her and keep her distracted.
> Talk to the Durands while she's distracted about the Alonso situation

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The cool ocean wind blows through the dining hall clerestories as you breakfast with your friends for what feels like the last time. It’s the day before your graduation, when you and your fellow Potentiates will finally finish your formal education and move on to apprenticeships at one of the many guilds across the Great Continent. You know you’re supposed to feel happy about this, that this is the moment you’ve dreamed about, but instead, you just feel scared, and a bit hollow. The people in front of you are the closest thing to family you have. And now they’re leaving. Forever.

If your friends feel the same way you do, they’re doing a good job of hiding it. The table conversation is as lively as ever, with everyone speculating about what their Domain will be. As Potentiates, you’ve all been equals, but tonight you’ll learn just which Domain your powers fall under. Some people have it easy. Simon, the kid sitting to your left, has been crushing pebbles into powder with his bare hands for the past year and a half. He’s definitely a Physicalist, probably Strength domain, a guaranteed career as a strongman or soldier. You, though, are still just a normal sixteen year old, no talents to speak of.

“How bout you, Kant?”

Your head snaps up. “Huh?”

“Well, what do you want to be?”

The question triggers its own upwelling of anxiety. You have no idea what you want to be. To be honest, you’ve pretty much just gone with the flow your whole life. Still, some Domains definitely seem more attractive than others.

What is your name?
>[Write In]

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Alright, let’s break it down. Can I get three d20s?
Tbh, I couldn’t either
Rolled 5 (1d20)

I was almost going to suggest 'pull on them from your end and see if it has any backlash on him' but you explicitly said they were fragile.
Rolled 11 (1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)


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I have always wanted a dog.

It was an especially strong wish of mine in my childhood, when the rugged sweeping mountains surrounding my father's private manse was my entire world. A harmless little fantasy to while the time away in those quiet days when nothing was expected of me. Most of my days were spent in boredom then. I now look back with regret. Boredom is an experience only the truly safe can feel.

Hood said, "That's a long fucking monologue just to say you don't want to shoot that dog."

"Not everyone is gifted with deadened sensibilities like you," I whispered back. The black warhound was the only thing standing between our ingress to the Vermillion Bird Camp, one of the four different main camp sites of the People's Militia that surrounded Kyoto. Prefect Sima Tan was careful not to billet his men in the city itself. He worried about a civilian insurrection taking down his undisciplined men. It was a reasonable precaution. The Waelanders loathed us all for what some millies did in their spare time to their women and children.

"I thought you put the guards to sleep," I said accusingly.

"The guards," Dumpling bit back. "No one told me about a fething guard dog." It scratched its head with its right hind leg, revealing to all viewers that it was in fact a he. His head tilted. He was wondering why his masters had suddenly sagged to sleep.

"You can put people to sleep but not a dog?"

"The sleep charm was intended specifically for those four sentries." Her voice was patient, like talking to Honey when she asked why the sky was blue. Then she admitted, "I can't cast a blanket sleep spell unlike Shamaness."

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Damn, sorry that you feel that way, I hope you can tske your time and find writing this enjoyable because me and many others find it very nice to read.

Thatks for running, I hope to see you back so we can have some more adventures with our golden eyed boy.0
Take your time QM, thanks for running.

For what it's worth, I always enjoy your writing and always think you are way too hard on yourself.

Thanks again for your time and patience and hopefully see you soon.
Likewise, I've always appreciated that the players here made comments and speculations, some of which helped me steer toward ideas.
Damn, sorry to hear about that QM but I get where you're coming from.
Yet again i gives you a high 5 and claps for letting us know whats going on,
Its all good take as long as you need, we will be here once your ready

Video blog entry #1

Hello my names Alice and I will start on my region trip tomorow. To be hornest im not all that excited for it I would rather spend my time painting together with my pall Smeargle but my parents put their foot down. Not helping is the fact that Smeargle is an excitable soul and is bouncing around full of energy and excitement.

To be hornest I am not too hot on it like I dont think I can try colect the 8 badges as is tradition for rookies or compeat well in the leage. Im likely to end up like that kid from last Indigo Plato tournament who's charizard sudenly refused to lisen and went to sleep. So we are not doing that Insted we are going to...

>Atend contests seasion they look mutch more relaxed and stylish.
>Compeat in Pokeathlon circut just some light exercise and good sportsmanship.
>Write in. I hold my right to veto.
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Give me Bo3 1d20 DC10 no crits.
Rolled 20 (1d20)

Well can't beat that.
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Thinking about it this isn't really much of a choice. You enlarge the Pokeball containing Doduo and release it.

You were expecting the kid to seem a bit nervous but if anything he seemed even more excited.

Tom on the side started the match acting as a referee. I was pretty sure we didn't need it but he seemed to have fun so whatever.

Anyways the battle started out relatively standard with the kid ordering the Caterpie to do a Tackle but he was overpowered by a quick order of peck neither Doduo or I event think that we couldn't overpoer the little guy. This pater continuded for couple more exchanges and I had to admit the big had decently trained defense even if nothing else was note worthy. Just as we thought the fight was winding down in our favor something unexpected happened. Caterpie shot out web with electric current running through it. (Electroweb) This time Doduo moved out of the way.

"I surrender!" Was the call from the kid. "I really thought this time we could beat a flying type. I guess just buying the lessons for the Electroweb from the old man wasn't enough." The kid looked a bit downcast but he bounced back quickly. "Common I will walk with you to the city."

>Dose smeargle sketches Electroweb?

Select 2 questions for the kid.
>Who taught your caterpie that move?

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>Dose smeargle sketches Electroweb?

>Who taught your caterpie that move?
>Do you have an I idea where I could get contest seals for my pokeballs.

If it doesn't really count as a question:
>Ask the kid what his name is and about his pokemon.
>Encourage the kid to keep up his training. He's getting good results as caterpie's defense shows. He should work on offense with his Pokemon and his general battle strategy. He really should have led off with the electroweb and not tackle.

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You are numb.

Never before have you felt blisteringly hot while your blood freezes to ice in your veins at the same time, but here you are. Needles prick at a thousand thousand places in your skin and your legs feel as though they'll buckle and give any moment. Nathaniel’s head lies before a positively foul puddle of drying vomit, mixed with a spattering of your own blood, a fixed point that you can’t bear to look upon, yet find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the gruesome spectacle.

Honestly, you’re not sure why this is affecting you so much. You’ve seen death before, up close and in far greater quantities than you’d ever be comfortable with. Is it because, unlike those prior instances, this involves someone you know, if only marginally?

“A valiant effort from my old foe,” a voice brings your attention, finally, up and away from Nathaniel’s violently disembodied head and towards the counter of Garluccio’s, where the sorcerer, Edwin, drags Nathaniel’s sword from his chest with a sickly sucking noise that gives you shivers, “But, evidently, whatever providence spared him the last time we met did not prepare him well enough.”

The ghoulish shadow that landed the killing blow on the Englishman fades back into the wall from whence it came, its grisly task complete. If there was doubt before, none exists now: this place is a prison, and you will not be allowed to leave until whatever task needs completing here is done.

Edwin carries on his monologuing, a curious choice, being that the only man who probably cared is too dead to either hear or care: “I admit, though, I find myself curious. I near severed your head all those years previous--what, pray tell, could possibly have cured so hideously fatal a wound?”

He steps forward and crouches down before his fallen foe’s head, his face a mask of curiosity, as though he honestly expects the dead man to be capable of answering him. Reluctantly, you find your gaze on Nathaniel’s head once more. A dread fills you, but as you observe--more objectively, now that the majority of your horror has run its course or been suppressed by your brain frantically working a way out of this situation, you finally note that something seems… odd.

>...shouldn’t there be more blood? Or… ANY blood?

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You couldn’t bring yourself to share in the moment. Knowing what you intended to do, you didn’t deserve to. So, you raise your glass, but keep silent. Noticing the quizzical looks you get from the others, you swiftly gulp down the contents of your drink and sigh, feigning contentment.

“I’ll get the next round,” you tell them.

“You sure? Isn’t it Jimmy’s turn?” Ted wonders.

“Jimmy look like he can count worth a damn?” you ask with a wry grin, injecting a little humour back into the night.

“One, five, six, fifteen-hundre--” Jimmy plays along before stopping to belch, loud and audible. You notice the barkeep give your group a flat look before shaking his head and cleaning the surface of the bar itself. That gets everyone chuckling again, and you spread your arms in a vague approximation of a shrug, as if to say ‘what are you going to do?’

You turn and plod towards the bar, fishing out a small wad of bills. You pay for the drinks and then return, and the night continues.

No one said anything, but you wonder now--did they suspect at all what you planned? Are any of them even still alive to do wonder at that little, quiet moment you had in the bar those months ago?

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“What the hell am I even supposed to do?” you wonder, “Nathaniel ran the guy through and he might just have tickled the guy for all it seemed to do. He’s a goddamned sorcerer for crying out loud, what can I do against that? Not to mention all those weird… hell, I dunno, could be Fallen Angels, could be wraiths from the very bowels of Hell for all I know! And then there’s whatever is screwing with reality so badly that wherever we are looks like a run-down old pizzeria I used to visit with my dad!”

You feel spent after the rant. Tired.

“Yeah,” Des says. “There’s all that and more. But you’re the only one I found, and you’re the only one who’s able to make a difference now.”

“How? I’m a guy who literally just had his mind pieced back together.”

“Because I found you,” she says, her voice low and urgent, “I know where you are. It’s… hell, I don’t know how to go about beginning to describe it, but I got a fix on you when I touched your mind. My link with all the other teams is gone--something, either that sorcerer guy or whatever is at the centre of this whole mess, has brought it down, but by focusing my gift, I could reach out and touch someone, and that turned out to be you. Now you need to pull on those big boy boots of yours, mister, cause I don’t know what is being done up there, but it won’t be anything anyone wants.”

>As pep talks go, I can’t help but feel underwhelmed
>...fine. What is it you think I can achieve?
>As pep talks go, I can’t help but feel underwhelmed
>...fine. What is it you think I can achieve?
>>...fine. What is it you think I can achieve?
>>As pep talks go, I can’t help but feel underwhelmed
>>...fine. What is it you think I can achieve?

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Welcome to the primitive Civ quest! First, choose your leader.

>A: Ooga, the shaman
+Start the game with an idol. It doesn't have any special powers, but a common religion will bring your people closer and also make it less likely for them to betray you during hardships.
+Knows basic herbal medicine
-Is uncharismatic, it will be harder to negotiate with other tribes
-The god requires sacrifice. It will count as an additional adult male to feed.

>B: Booga, the warrior
+Because of his strategic thinking battles and hunts will be easier
+You start the game with stone spears
+/- The weak shall perish. Your tribe members are stronger than regular, but the tribe's size is reduced
-Warfare is Booga's only love. Because of that, scientific progress that doesn't concern the battlefield will be slower.
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Roll me a d100 then.
Rolled 71 (1d100)

I want to leave this tribe and live in a mud puddle in the ground
I will form my own tribe;the mud legs
We worship mud
is this still happening

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Welcome back to Evo: from Scratch!
>Don't evolve the same organism twice in a row
>Name every species and sub-species
>Tag the post / creature you evolved from
>maximum of 400x400 image size
It has been two billion years since this world has formed. It is teeming with early life, that has evolved from simple amino acids, into wide array of different creatures.
Though all life is single-cellular with few exceptions, it is not any less diverse and specialized.
Please give your creatures proper descriptions of how they function, as to prevent people complaining about magic.

(have fun and evolve responsibly)
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I'm gonna take a break from evolving for awhile until others join in or there's some type of update.
I don't want to completely flood the gene pool here.
I too hope for more involvement from others.
Yea QM I think this thread is dead. Celluar life is just to complex for the avearge person. You should have just started with some basic very simple animals and let people evolve from there. Most of this stuff confuses the heck out of me.
it's literally no different from animal evolution
except that stuff has different names
Other than the complexity another factor is the the update frequency. Why should a player play if your gonna take two weeks to update them on whether their species died off or not. I would suggest doing daily updates and adding creatures yourself if you don't have enough for a proper update. This should draw in players.

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In the last session we tried to explain ourselves to our cult and started preparations for our upcoming birthday. After giving Haven a lift to the city of Platania, we set off to meet Nike’s oracle. Her patron was relatively busy at the moment, but she offered an option to hang out with her in Valhalla, poorly named Ceno pantheon’s headquarters, until she deals with the problems. We agreed and found ourselves in a big conference room with a large part of the Pantheon present.
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Alright, writing. Next post would be the last post for today since it is past midnight here

>Sure, surprise me
“Sure, surprise me” you reply to Nike’ and she smiles and says “I hope you’ll like it”. At this point the food has finally arrived and the discussion ceased so that you two could quietly enjoy it. To give Ceno credit, this is literally the tastiest lasagna you have ever tried in your life until now. It is a classical Italian “lasagne al forno” made out of thin layers of pasta with meat ragout filling, parmesan cheese and Béchamel sauce. From the first taste it becomes quite obvious that the meat used for this dish is made out of prime cuts not usually meant for mincing since it is difficult to tell the difference in most cases and other parts of meat are usually much cheaper. But in this case, they used basically the best beef cut they could. The pallet is slightly different which is probably due to differences in how cow was brought up. It feels slightly gamey and leaner but the difference is barely noticeable. You’ve never been to a five-star Michelin restaurant, but if you were told to imagine what the food from there would taste like you’d probably describe this. It is so good that you almost teared up a little. Nika seems to enjoy her amazing risotto dish with black mussels. Judging by what she picked when you first met her, she really likes seafood. The two of you quietly and peacefully enjoy the meal without distracting yourselves with further talks…
Well, that’s it for this week’s SGQ thread. Sorry that it was a bit shorter than usual, I had some force major events piling up at home even though I warned everyone that I’d be busy. Thank you again for playing and I hope you enjoyed it. Next week we will hopefully start on time and with faster posting from my side. As usual, the thread will continue throughout the week so feel free to ask questions both from Agatha’s point of view and out of character, give suggestions for future plans and projects and discuss.
thanks for running, thanks for coming back and I can't wait for what comes next
your back, nice

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You can’t remember the last time you’ve been in for a proper physical. No, seriously, you can’t remember, although you know you’d gotten yourself checked out at least three...four? Times after getting to the Intersection. Your body is generally hard to hurt and quick to heal, and it takes some powerful stuff to get you sick properly; your resistance laughs at anything that’s not supervirus-esque in origin. And it’s for that and other reasons you decide on what you do regarding how these Aegis scientists want to treat you.

“I’d MUCH rather you not go looking inside me,” you quickly mention. “Seems a bit personal. How about you stick to old fashioned external testing and hypotheses? I’ll do any sorta general physical tests or exposure stuff, but if I get poked with anything, I’m poking right back.” You don’t want them to even get a potential hint of what might be in your blood. Like hell you’re going to be...you dunno, cloned or turned into a drug or anything.

Naturally, the man pouts intensely, but after a forlorn sigh he nods. “Very well, fine. There’s still a few things we can do. First thing’s first, I’d like to measure your breathing and general lung capacity, heart rate, etc, if you don’t mind, basic physiological gauging, and then we can move on to some more indepth- but still very external- testing. If you’ll follow me…”

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No problem, just glad you're okay.

To be honest, I figured you were distracted playing Fire Emblem.
It is okay, I just thought you were really into three houses.
It's okay, you are playing three houses. We understand.
We forgive you.
Just don't run until you take care of it. Can't run without a house after all.
That's fine, some times you just can't run. Thank you for warning us though.

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Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. You are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy. The year is 285AC, two years after the Rebellion and a year after your return to Westeros.

House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.

If you’ve played one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well.


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Isn't he just the worst?
When ever baby Dorian cry, It is Dontos fault
Hey Dad, how's that Jaime post going?
Eh it never did. Unfortunately looks like I'll be opening with that tomorrow. Or maybe fortunately. Either way.

It's too real.

That they are his greatest failure to his family.

See you guys tomorrow.
Awe Dontos. Where would his opinion lie on having them delegitimized? On one hand, creating more bastards goes against his character, but mayhaps he already looks at them as bastards and wants to see the Redward name eliminated as much as Brynden does. I could see Dontos actually being the one to suggest petitioning the crown to call the girls Malroys with regards to his views on natural born children.

See you tomorrow Dad!!

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You are Eidola, the Mind Goddess. Your journey is only just beginning.

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in good time, in good time
>no harm in checking
>suggests to visit perverted spider's den when people were saying that we should stay away from her

>you never know
>not an argumet
If nothing else we can ask her if Lulu mentioned where he might be going next.
>>Write in.
Go to Beourgh and demand training. We made a fucking deal with him to murder Larha in exchange for training and we should hold him up to his end of the bargain.
You know what? Supporting >>3767273 so we don't do something as stupid as trying to find Beourgh, in Bumfuck Nowhere, by ourselves just so we can make empty demands of him.

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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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Thanks for the run.

Here's for best wingman.
Can't wait for next week!
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See you next week, boss.

Maybe the two of them could go for the bunnysuit rather than suits?
You have to wonder if there are any rumors being spread about how Bandit is essentially surrounded by female pilots.
Rumors? There is no such thing as rumors. That sounds like a conspiracy, a Belkan conspiracy.

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