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You're a glow in the dark CIA nigger.

Your mission is to gangstalk a bunch of college students who been talking shit on the internet about the illuminati.

How are you going to do that?
> Hack their phones
> Lag their internet and cut their utilities
> Drug them with powerful hallucinogens
> Fake an alien abduction and probe their anuses
> other
Fuck this (((Quest)))

Press F for Terry
> Fake an alien abduction and probe their anuses
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YES! We just have to watch out and make sure we don't get ran over.
Do this by drugging them with powerful hallucinogens!
>Fake an alien abduction and probe their anuses
Just like a CIA nigger to glow-in-the-dark and then disappear.

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You are Galactic Emperor Sheev Palpatine and the war for your Empire seems to be swinging in your favor. A daring assault by Admiral Lady Alana Tyrna has secured Imperial Center and driven Thrawn’s forces from the Core. In the weeks following, Grand Admiral Oxtroe’s inexorable advance had battered Thrawn’s dispersed forces. In truth, you were surprised by the ease of your victories so far.

You had suffered losses, it was true, and many worlds willingly fell to Thrawn’s banner, but whatever lightning victory Thrawn was evidently hoping for hadn’t yet materialized. Instead of a steady defense, he’d changed tactics and now conducted hit and fade strikes across the frontier, massing forces to lash out before dispersing into hyperspace, defying pursuit.

“It’s time to end this ridiculous engagement,” you say, surveying the holographic images of your surviving admirals. Oxtroe, Yazz, Daala, Lobkin, Trier, and Tyrna. Zahn had died in the counter-attack on Brentaal when his flagship was destroyed, and Lennox was presumed killed during Thrawn's opening attack.

“Thrawn will be crushed and we will return stability to the Empire.”
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>papa sheev is aboard the Tarkin
I'll take "phrases that might be innuendo" for 400
You tap your fingernails on the polished metal of the communications station. You have at your disposal an entire Imperial battlefleet, all you need to know is where to employ it.

There’s probably only one man who can answer that question.

“Helm, plot a course to Commenor. Comm, inform the fleet to prepare to head out.”


You smile though you feel no humor. “We’re going to the Emperor. Make best speed.”

“Yes, Admiral.”


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Thanks for running
Thanks for running
My pleasure guys!

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-Changed Inventory system!

-Changed Items and their locations!

-Changed Stats command!

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Alright, I'm gonna need a second to think how to reply to all this. Some of what you said Is opinion that I can't really rebuke but some of what I've posted you've misinterpreted.

I get that you're tilted, I knew that you would be but just bear with me for a second.

Alright, about the thread real quick.

>That’s not true. You didn’t get stuck with one person. A majority of the replies that I got were to give up.

>I’d never take one guys suicidal tendencies to end a quest.
>By the end of the thread everyone who was voting wanted to end the run.

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Alright, after some mind numbing classes and a beer, I'll be the first to say that my rant didn't age well in these past couple hours haha.

I think I mistook your disappointment and confusion for hositility, and thus assumed everything you were saying was an attack.
And that's why I went full defense mode
full bitch mode

I'm not saying that I disagree with the points I made, I think the rage and anger was...kinda unjustified, and definitely looked a lot better when I was mad.

Anyways, with that out of the way, I think we should have an actual discussion rather than me just flinging shit haha..

>Let them seat for 1-2 hours at least, go to sleep and write uptade. I dont know what reality you live but i promise you people easily would jump back into thread after day or two of complete silence from your side. This type of quest demands anons to create plan and communicate between each other, to agree on something. 15 minutes is not enough.

I agree for the most part.

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>well It's good to know you were trying to joke but yeah that's exactly what It looked like.
That's my bad then.

>Ghosting out? No my dude I wasn't suggesting you should have done that that's for bastards and cowards to do, I was suggesting that I thought you were leaving because you were disappointed and you were giving yourself a kick on the way out the door and I was calling you out on It. Again, I'm glad that was just your attempt at humor, but as we both know tone doesn't carry terribly well over text.

Double damn.
Sorry I misinterpreted that hard.


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Sorry Gumby, I was one of the few who were already planning for the next go at it. (The start got me while I was sleeping). Throwing out ideas and the like for the next un where we would finally beat it. Feels bad to make you feel that way. You are one the more distinctive QMs we have on this site, and it pains me you grew tired of it on top of all your life stuff.

Passing on to more happy stuff, would the neutral ending (getting the hell out of the town with our sister) be improved if we stole Mom´s jewels or earnings or whatever before getting th ehell out? Enough to get ourselves some sort of course to access a better paying job or soething like that, maybe get our sister something to do with her hands while she is at home, so she doesn´t feel useless. While I´m sure you would have made it for our mom to be the sacrifice instead or some shit, I don´t particularly care. That scum offered her own daughter as sacrifice.
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>Sorry Gumby, I was one of the few who were already planning for the next go at it.

How. dare. you.

Just playin. I was pissed about that stuff earlier but it makes a lot more sense now that I've had time to cool off after exploding lmao. It was a little disrespectful, I guess, but I overreacted hard too

>You are one the more distinctive QMs we have on this site, and it pains me you grew tired of it on top of all your life stuff.

Thank you, but I'm not dead yet!

I think I just need a break is all. I hope at least.

I just spread myself too thin and need some time to get things straightened out again.

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Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

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Ash has gone a lot longer than that without evolving Pikachu.
He's like 'Bones' McCoy who is afraid to use transporters because it kills you and your clone lives your life on the other side.

Evolution in Mace's mind ultimately kills you on a fundamental level and a new pokemon lives on in your place.
Or at the very least, it changes you.
[We're going to have to push back today's thread to another day. Sorry. I had some personal stuff come up and am looking for a new place to live. Crashing away from my place and sorting what's going on with pets and my stuff.]
Stay safe Gobble! Hope it all gets sorted out quickly.

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You are Subaru Kurokawa, son of Vice Admiral Kagetora Kurokawa of the Zipang Combined Fleet, and the battle chief of the super battleship Yamato. With your country under the subjugation of an ascendent Tengar Khaganate, the remnants of Zipang’s military establishment, along with powerful allies from the East Europan Imperial Alliance, came up with a daring plan to restore your country’s independence: Operation Ten-Go.

Despite some rough run-ins with the Khaganate’s Beiyang Fleet, your crew was successful at hijacking the Valkyrur-powered Yamato, seizing not only the battleship, but also several fighter prototypes, and unexpectedly, a princess in tow. Now, after a short skirmish with the Nanyang Fleet in your trek south, Yamato has finally reached her first destination: Formosa.

It was also here where you were given your first shore leave. Then, singling you out during dinner, the acting Captain of the Yamato, Nagamasa Suwabe, revealed a great secret about Zipang’s national treasure and his intention to use said treasure to rebuild a new ‘Zipang’ somewhere else. At the same time, he also issued a grave warning about foreign actors who had their eyes primed for said treasure.

As the preparations in Formosa continued, it appears that the Khagnate has began making their moves as well, starting off with a direct attack upon Amekou, Formosa’s northernmost port. You emerged unscathed and proceeded to investigate a downed enemy bomber, and after a brief skirmish, managed to capture one of its surviving crew members.

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Updates: My updates usually come in the form of long posts, and also takes some time to write. But alas, I would try my best to put out at least 1 long update per day. Every update will receive a notification on my twitter.

Also, I'm working on a map for this story. Once that's finished I'll be using that for the OP from then on
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While normally I would have asked Hibari for help, there was one other candidate here I eyed with increasing curiosity - Ayafumi Haruta.
It’s hard to picture this samurai-brained, old-school traditionalist nut peeling potatoes in a kitchen, but I’ve heard rumors about his culinary prowess while on the ship. His ‘talent’ would be really appreciated right now, assuming those rumors were genuine

However, I’m also not certain about how to approach him. We were never that acquainted with each other to start with, and I’m not exactly sure how kindly he would take a request from me, given our backgrounds.

“The two of you…”
As I pondered on an appropriate way to get Ayafumi’s attention, my thoughts were halted by this deep, yet familiar voice.
“Ha… Haruta-san!?”
Appearing just when I had him in mind, the masked man has already got up and quietly approached us like a mountain lion stalking its prey. He most likely meant no harm, but his sharp, tired gaze and obscuring facial mask, unfortunately, gave him the perpetual vicious stare that just felt unwelcoming.

“I saw Denisov leave with your sister earlier, Kurokawa. What is going on?” His spoke flatly, yet conveying no malice whatsoever.
“We are planning to set up a field kitchen,” Yanagi explained in short. “We’ll be getting a ration delivery, as well as some of Subaru’s house special.” She ended by giving me a punt with her elbow.

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Diligently, he began searching around for bricks and dried bamboo along in the bamboo forest Satoru and I went to earlier. Yanagi and I joined him with gathering said materials, which were not hard to find considering where we were.
Using some of the collapsed bricks collected, Ayafumi stacked them up into the shape of a small rectangular stove, a small opening by the side and a ‘chimney’ exit on top. We then began chopping up and splitting the dried, withered bamboo with a hatchet we borrowed from the post office to make them better firewood.

As things went on, Ayafumi gradually ended up taking over the part as the lead. His intense zealotry and dedication to the task was admirable, but also somewhat terrifying at the same time. If anything, this was still the same person I met back in our operation in Aki, and I could see why this sort of commitment to one’s task would attract a following.

Once we had a good amount of split chunks of bamboo for fuel, Ayafumi took the last piece of bamboo with split and made several cuts were made in its smooth interior. This loosened up the fibers, making some of the interior bits of fiber to peel away, which was then covered up by dried leaves.
“Give me one of your cartridges,” Ayafumi said, pointing at the rifle I used earlier, now lying on the side as I had no use for it.
“Um, excuse me?” Why would he need something like that? Not that I won’t spare him one, but how does this have anything to do with what’s at hand?

“A cartridge. I need it to start a fire.”
While Ayafumi’s response was short and concise, I was left puzzled by what he intended to do.
“Here.” I handed him one of the spares I carried in my pocket. “But how-”
“You shall see.”
Ayafumi swiftly removed the bullet from the rest of the cartridge, then placed the blank among dried leaves, with the primer facing upward. Then, he took a sharp stone, aimed its edge at the primer, then stuck the rock with another rounded rock-

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>Where did you learn all this?
>Where did you learn all this?
>What’s on your mind? Sweet soup or miso?

You are a pirate aboard one of the many ships of the many crews that amalgamate around the dreaded Hell Reef, a small moving island that harbors a terrible Sea Hag and her servants.
There aren't many problems between the two parties. The crews supply her with people to eat, and she keeps the seas safe for them and deadly for others. A pretty sweet deal.
But enough about all that, let's focus on YOU!

You are
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>ask one of the more normal pirates about gaining occult knowledge
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You engage one of the fairly normal members of the Reverence in conversation, seeking the three P's!
"You... want favor from the Hag?" The woman scratches the back of her head
"I guess you can give up a bunch of meat to the servants when they come around, but I don't think they gossip much to their master. I wouldn't go off to find her though. Not a lot, hells, nobody comes back from that."
She chuckles and looks you up and down.
"You could try sticking fish scales into your face like Rhian, heheh. Why do you wanna know anyways? You a new guy trying to jump up the ranks?"
>What say?

>This'll be my last post for tonight, gotta get up early for an Ars game. Quest'll be back on tomorrow, so see you then!
Thanks OP. Sounds interesting. Have fun.

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The year of our lord, 1570. The great Portuguese vessel which you have been with for several months now sways back and forth, and you take the time to contemplate your travel.
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You throw your hands up, in accordance with the universal symbol for surrender. There's no way you're winning this fight. The ashigaru apprehend both of you and begin moving you - while they do not have a jail here in Osaka, like they might back home, they do have a certain sort of justice system. They're taking you to go see their lord, as he would certainly be interested in learning more about a foreigner arriving in Osaka, and immediately causing trouble with his guards there. While the ashigaru are carting you off to your destination, you get a good look at the man next to you.

Sure enough, he is your contact in Japan, one wily fellow by name of Gaspar Donato Lima. A fellow trader and war dog, you don't know him too well on a personal level, but you do know enough to understand that he is the type of person to have enemies wherever he goes, and perhaps, if he's lucky, a few friends as well. You have to ask him what all of this was about over some drinks sometime, but until that time comes, it's off to these footsoldier's lord.

I'm going to be taking a break for the night, will be restarting the thread tomorrow. See you then!
Sometime after you've both been thrown onto a soft tatami mat, having gone through a series of maze-like corridors and sliding doors to get there, you look over to your new partner in crime. Opting to not get into an argument with him about his choice of action right now, you simply sigh, looking over to your guards, trying (and perhaps failing) to think up a new course of action for the seemingly fucked situation you now find yourself in. They took away your wheellock, which is a shame due to how expensive it was. The only way you were going to get it back was perhaps by talking to their lord, but that carried its own risks.

>Wait to talk to the local lord.

>Try to overpower your ashigaru guard in order to steal his shit for an escape attempt.

>When your guard turns his back, bust out through the paper walls of the room you're in and make a run for it.

>Wait to talk to the local lord.
Supporting this
>Wait to talk to the local lord.

Ask about the situation with the guard. Doesn't hurt to try to either get a lay of the land or what's going to happen to you.

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Last time in Beyond the Pale, a brief war against Natoya ensured your dominance on the Bay of Seals, at least for a little while. Then, religious turmoil spread among your neighbors before finally striking Taelia, leaving several dead, and more injured.

You find no evidence of corruption, though it is apparent that the Erodhs are trying to set themselves up in the priesthood again. They also appear to be bickering with the Allos over some matter pertaining to the treasury, but then again, they often squabble.

The sailors who returned from the south make up the leaders of the cult. Those who have made the journey, but do not make up members of the Hilgot expedition, are mid-tier members of the faith. The lowest rung is occupied by those who are faithful, but have not ventured south, often due to the dangers involved with the journey. The religious unrest is directly caused by these cultists, who have been agitating in the chiefdoms of the Lavingi and Hilgot. They are assisted by the same beasts who attacked Taelia, you find, and you bear witness to one such event during your stay in Lavingi territory. You also learn that Hilgot has its own native goddess, the River Queen, and that part of the religious struggle comes from the fact that both the Hollow Man (god of the Lavingi) and the River Queen demand human sacrifice. This new god requires no such thing. Lastly, you hear that the orc nations to the west of the two chiefdoms affected remain undisturbed by this violence.

Give me a second roll please.

At the end of last thread, the vote was undecided, so the year hasn't progressed. Rather than just doing faction projects, let's try to get some votes in, shall we?


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- Experienced wood carvers
- Timber and wood carving shops
- Compound/housing on the edge of town
- Powerlifting Clan
- Strenghtening Ritual

- Shipbuilding and wooden goods agreement with Gunardhson Clan
- Invested in Priests of Esaudh's frontiers
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

Clan Rodhar's assets up to this point:
-Homes on the outskirts of Taelia
-A forester's camp in the nearby woods
-Capable hunters, lumberjacks, scouts
-Trophies of the great bear hunt
-Prestige and might

Faction Project: Revengeance
"This isn't over - not until I say it is"
"Stop it, Aingwas, your clan needs you here, not out there throwing your life away with all the rest!"
"If I'm not over there, hunting the beast, I may as well have died already! I will not be a hunter denied his prey, woman. Our son's old enough already - should I not return, he'll be strong enough to contest the others - and if he's not strong enough to win, he'll just have to get better with time."

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-farms in the north.
-boarhounds used in fields
-some freland dogs
-some freland guinea pigs
-decorated homes.

-some guards of the Tulide family
Rolled 83 (1d100)

Intrigue: gather more info about what’s happening in Hilgot now that the inasvion is over
Rolled 52 (1d100)


In each of our homes and farms, we will build outside them small wood fences for your dogs and inside them a dedicate small space for guinea pigs.

In the future when their numbers will grow enough, we will start to sell them to our south brothers.

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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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>"To answer your questions, yes. he is a "good" man, if you are loyal to him, that is. That's what I learned with him, he only ask for loyalty. But about the rumor that I married him willingly, that rumor is wrong, not when I first meet him. My father, the king of Ordamark, had to choose between marrying me off to Lazarus, or fight him and lead the Kingdom to ruin." you explains.

You see the maids looking embarrassed by making you think about that dark moment.

>"But don't fret, as I spent more time with our Emperor, I learned I lot, and I have come to love him." you add.

When you mention your love, they all smile, and some of them even giggles.

>"About what you asked, if I really burned a maid. Yes, I did, and the reason for that is simple, she hurt Silviana, and since you asked what our relation was, we are friends since our childhood. That why I'll never let anyone hurt her, in any ways." you say.

>"The two of you are really close, it's like you are sisters." a maid tells you.

>"I never had siblings, so I played with her all the time. She's precious to me." you smile.

As Shelur is serving a second salvo of godly skewers, you sit at the table with the maids, and keep chatting while eating and drinking.

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You keep eating with them, drinking some good blonde ale that one of the maid brought, it was made by her family. You really enjoy this little improvised picnic. You take this opportunity to ask some questions yourself.

>"Marion, you said you are from the west of Hagëndorff's Empire, how was living there ?" you ask.

>"I lived in a village near Lynn, near the sea, and with Altenberg and Arcadia close, we never had to fear for our security. We were never hungry, since the harvests were alway good. There was also alway something interesting to buy at the market, than to the merchants, that came from the imperial path or the sea. Life was good, but we were stuck as common villagers. My father then took an apprentiship with a merchant and learned a trade. We moved here and he opened his own business. I was lucky to be hired as a maid when the Royal Palace was finished, it was my dream to work in a castle." she explains.

>"I am glad to hear that. And in your opinion who is the better ruler, Hagëndorff or me ? You can be honest, I'm not going to be mad." you inquire with a smile.

>"Well . . . You're kind, and as you just showed us, you are closer to your people. Hagëndroff is great, but you know the Empire as a whole is more important than you. You made sure we would die of hunger last winter, and you did everything to rebuild after the war. So, as a commoner I would say that you are better." she explains.

>"Haha, tank you for the kind words, I'll do my best to be worthy of them. So, you all seem to look up to Shelur quite a bit . . .” you say.

>"Lady Yazgash is strong, but she talk to us with kindness, even if she can be boorish sometimes." Una replies

>"I worked for a wealthy lady before, and she's totally different, she treat us like equal, even if we tell her to mind her statut. It can be difficult." a maid called Jodi adds.

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>"How is the maid job here in the royal palace ?" you ask them.

>"We have more work with all the rulers here, and the nobles that are coming for the Day of the Drack Empire, but usually it's quite easy, we can talk with the servants and the Royal Guards, when they are not on duty. And when there is a fancy dinner or a feast, sometime the chefs bring us the leftovers. We have nice rooms if we don't go home, we are protected by some of the most competent warriors of the empire, and the pay is nice. Plus working here give us a statut." an elf maid named Faylen explains.

>"So some of you go back home sometimes. You must livein the city then. What can you tell me about it, or what would you improve the most in the city ?" you inquire.

>"Well, the city is beautiful, and there is a church for the believer of the Light, there is a temple of the North Gods faith in construction, and I heard that the Cult of the Black Moon is working on rehabiliting the Red Avenue so they cna build their temple, with your blessing of course." Marion says.

>"We can take a stroll in the forest, or around the Sapphire Lake, and the non-human population are nice. Everyone is working, and since the Emperor and you are the one to rule over us, we don't have to be afraid. There is also the security, with a lot of soldiers patrolling. Now really, as commoners it's really nice to live here, and we don't have anything to change in mind." a maid named Svani adds.

It seems that the maids are happy with their condition. You are now curious to see if the maids of Drack Fortress have the same opinion, knowing that theire is non-humans among them. You stay with them until the barbecue is over, and by the end of it, the maids consider you and Shelur like the greatest people in the palace. It look like the two of you have a fan club. The sun is setting, and the party is over. What are you going to do ?
>Leave Shelur deal with them.
>They mentioned a common bath, take a dip with them.
>Invite your female friends and bath with the maids. (and tease Dillon)
>Have Lazarus talk with the maids.

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>>Invite your female friends and bath with the maids. No teasing for dillon today
>>Invite your female friends and bath with the maids. (and tease Dillon)
I just can't help it.

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Urge to daughterfu RISING.

Brain: compensating...

Take over the wizard head quarters and use it as a base of operations. Shame to let a well built fortress go to waste. Maybe let the kids stay there instead and offer kalim a job watching over them.

If I remember from the map, the fortress is in a key position to see lots of travelers from Aramor/Clarcton/Malgrove castle looking for a place to stay the night. We could make cash converting it to an Inn if we invest the reward money and maybe sell some of these artifacts. If we let these kids get pumped into the system they are going to end up just like their sires.

They also mentioned that some of the clones were budded off from captured civilians. Maybe some of these people would want to adopt their own little clone? How do you say no to someone who is you?
Eh, it's not exactly a well traveled route. Surroundings are dangerous. And, oh yeah, we're supposed to be seeking a wish granter, not starting an inn/whorphanage!
I like your brain and initiative though.
Disregard kids. Acquire wish granters. The kids will only slow you down, remember your task

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(Welcome back friends! If I remember correctly we had two rolls of 18 [DUBS] for the actions of training, and looking for work around the compound. I will likely make this first post, and maybe one update before sleeping. Firstly though, a nice poem.)

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them,
Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom—
A field where a thousand corpses lie.

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Not really, at best I may start Friday (British) Afternoon
In good news, however, I will have the next week off so I'll have much more time to run
>When did you realize Taylor had become a sociopath as bad as Sophia?
For me personally, it was when she shot Kaiser's daughter with zero remorse/hesitation
I know this was really late in, but it was more or less when it 'clicked' Poor Theo, he did nothing wrong
That PR guy was unironically great. One of my favorite characters.
Pact is fucking based. Green Eyes best waifu

yeah, the PR guy was great

Along the walls of the buried arteries of a decrepit gothic castle there sat rows upon rows of mouldering coffins. They stood upright, as if their occupants were not at rest, but merely standing at attention, just as any dutiful army should in times of peace.
But no call ever came for these undead soldiers. And so there they slumbered, rotten flesh rotting further, arms and armor rusting in the tepid subterranean air. The untreaded hall remained as still and silent as the graveyard it so resembled, unstirred by even vermin and—
A muffled screech reeked out from one of the coffins, like a fishhook dragging on stone. The coffin shook, its wormeaten lid creaking, groaned, and finally breaking open with a fibrous crack. Out from the coffin fell a single skeletal thrall, landing on the ground with a clatter of bones and metal.
You are the thrall. The thrall is you.
‘RREARGHH!’ you howled, unable to produce anything more articulate with a thrall’s limited dialect.
You didn’t know what happened, but you knew it was a cuck who did it to you. A paladin cuck, and his cuck party, who probably only ever got off by fellating their own swollen dicks after being greeted as the “triumphant heroes” in little peasant hamlets.
They had had a holy relic… a sword, maybe? A sword that could only be used by celibates. The Vengeance of Sophine, or some equally saccharine nonsense like that. You didn’t think something than ran off the power of blueballs would be so powerful, but apparently all that pent-up libido packed a wallop.
You remembered the battle with the paladin and his party. Being blasted by a beam of white light. And then… this. You woke up in the body of the thrall, in what looked like one of your castle’s storage crypts.
‘Yreah?’ you grunted to yourself.
Had none of your other fail-safes fucking worked? You had spent the better part of a century preparing dozens of different contingencies and back-ups to recover yourself, in at least some way, if you were destroyed— and out of all of them, the one that resurrected you in the body of a lowly thrall was the one that saved you?
You were going to find that paladin cuck and stomp his throat. Then find his hometown, turn it into a fucking gulag, and reanimate him and make him the warden for the rest of eternity. You weren’t sure how you’d torture the inhabitants yet, but you felt like it would involve… cacti.
But that was for later. A tasty reward you had to look forwards to after unfucking this festering mess. You groped for the trove of profane, eldritch, and infernal arcane might you had amassed from centuries as a practitioner of the dark arts and felt… nothing.
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>Go to the orrery. Its intended purpose was for scrying distant destinations, but you could use it to inspect your castle and a lay of the land.
Your own castle, that you had sculpted with your own two hands and thousands of thrall workers, was now terra incognita. It was a preposterous, repugnant thought, but it seemed to be the reality of the situation. You needed to correct this immediately.

You would return and set your court in order.

The door to the storage crypt was locked, but the frame was half-decomposed, and you could shove your way through. This body was more resilient than you were expecting, although that wasn’t saying much, your expectations being tempered by thralls dying in droves in the battlefield.

Outside an unlit stone corridor, dead-ended to the left, and running farther than you could see on the right. Once, you would have been able to reach out into your castle around you and know your place in it immediately, as you knew the place of a spider crawling along your arm.

But in this body, all you had to work with was what you could see, and what you knew. This hallway, lined with storage-crypts, was a staple part of a barracks-cemetery. Of course, there were over a dozen in your castle, so that was a poor frame of reference.

The orrery was in the south-east tower of the castle. The easiest way there was through the main causeway, which stretched into the heart of the castle from the gate. To get there, you needed to figure out where in the fuck you were now. You followed the corridor to barred door which you again needed to break down. Outside of it was a larger chamber with other crypts connected to it, where the thrall were meant to amass in formation.

Where the massive pair of doors that lead out from the barracks-cemetery should have stood, there was instead a curved alcove recessed into solid stone. You approached it, looking for any sign of a door or exit, but instead found only an altar-like apparatus sitting in the alcove, boasting bulbs and levels on its frontispiece.

It reminded you, almost, of an artifice you had once toyed with, that could be used to apparate workers and cargo between distant, but pre-arranged waystations. An odd familiarity to make, since as best as you could recall, you had never actually crafted any prototypes.

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>Search for a power source and wonder if we are even truely in our castle.
>Look around the barracks for another exit
>>Search for a power source

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You are floating in what should be the warp, but you are not sure. As a Space Marine Librarian, you expected to be devoured by the Daemons you’ve denied your whole life (And maybe unlife). Without the warp carnivorous chewing you out though, you try your best to remember the past that you seemingly forgotten.

Welcome everyone to my Space Marine X Highschool DxD one shot. I’m REDthunderBOAR, the guy running the Neet turned Goblin Slayer quest. This here is to supplement a 1-2 year time skip for the other series and give me something else to write.

I will admit, I’m not planning to go much into writing about boobs and Issei’s lust. What I like about DxD is while its cute on the outside, its fucking Grim when you think about the lore. I mean, there’s literally a Warp Tare right next earth and a Dragon/C’tan living in it and the fact that Rias, the main heroine, basically allowed Issei to die just so she could turn him into a Devil Servant. Not as dark as 40k, but there's a reason you don't trust things that are called Devils, Demons, or Daemons in any universe.

For this quest, I am changing the rolls because I don’t plan to crunch numbers but write. With that, I give you a fun system I saw.

>Rolls are done with a d100, best of three unless crit failure.

>Crits occur with on <10 and >90 respectively.

>Modifiers exist and will be granted at character creation. Doing so, you have a chance to avoid critical failures or succeed based on these.

>>Simply put, if you rolled a 79 on a steal check as a Blood Raven, it jumps to a 99 because I’m giving meme abilities +20. That means you succeeded in stealing the item and NO ONE noticed. This stems to Raven Guard coming out of nowhere, Smurfs being good at everything, and Salamanders with fire.

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Yeah but I remember snek quest, and I remember the fatebreaker, both secondary quests that like this one were good....But have been on hold that long the authors just wont go back to them.

this bears the pattern
One more thing, if anyone could go ahead and archive this. The website hates me for some reason.
trying, but it says its invalid thread
I actually managed it some how,

Ok, one last thing,

I made a discord server because I realized I need stuff like votes for what to do next.

> https://discord.gg/FgynJ2

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Getting ready for a scouting mission is always a big thing. Even the training ones back before you deployed here were always treated with an air of seriousness despite the non-lethality of it. But here, on your first mission of all things? Now you know why they were always so strict about getting things in order. You’ve sorted your armor, your poncho is still in surprisingly good shape despite all that it’s been through. Not to mention the Carbine you scavenged from that retrieval boat way back when.

You’ll be honest, the days and weeks are starting to blend together. You’re not even sure anymore how many days you’ve been down here. You know it’s the morning of this day. But how long ago the invasion was? It was escaping you now. It’s definitely been more than a week at least. Maybe at least two. But what matters now is trying to survive until the Navy comes back or until you can call for help or even until you can get this ship into orbit. If possible at least.

However, there’s one thing nagging you about this. The night you brought Rutledge back you heard that roar. They told you it was a One-Eyed Rex that had followed them. You really didn’t think much of that Rex you zapped with the DAB. You thought that if he didn’t have his ego destroyed, he’d eventually die of his wounds. But nope. Still alive apparently. And for whatever reason that –angers- you. You spent a lot of effort trying to kill that beast. And now it’s still alive. It’s been harrowing not just Cope’s group before you met them but also Rutledge’s as well.

That’s why in your hands you were looking at a DAB. The only DAB you have here in fact. You want to make sure you use it wisely. If you’re going to use it. You sling it on the back by your satchel, then go back to inspecting your carbine. Need to make sure it’s all ready.

The door to the armory opens. “Hey, buddy.” You look back to see Rutledge leaning by the doorframe. “Word on the street is that Harrell’s sending you on a scout mission.”

“I am,” you say. “He wants a report on how Hill 47 is set up. My guess is that it’s dug in tight. Last time I was there…” you get a flash of how Joffrey was before you rescued him. “It wasn’t great.”

“So I hear,” says Rutledge. He folds his arms, smirking a little.

“You coming along?” you ask.
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>Lost an entire thread
>Gained Lewdbin

idk famalam seems fair. Bit of an oof tho.
Apparently both Thread 10 and Thread 11 were titled as Thread 10 in the archive. Thread 11 is archived regardless, so yeah
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>no midweek update
My heart cant take it.
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No thread this weekend either. Feels bad man.

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After a long interstellar trip I have arrived to this planet:
Now I can enact my plan of dominating this puny world.
But where to begin?
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Do an analysis on the creature's physique and biology. Knowledge of its abilities will give room to discern its weaknesses, and more importantly now, whether it is the sort to kill, capture, or hopefully try peaceful communication. Peaceful communication will allow for a greater penetration into their defences and will cut short the work that would have otherwise been necessary in simple observation.
My only ability is analysis and mimicry via consumption.
It seems best to attempt a conversation with the creature. First I need to figure out what language it speaks.
He shouts out : "What in tarnation are you?!"
Ah, he speaks the universal language. English.
What would be the least suspicious and dangerous way to reply to him?
Tackle him, bite his jugular off and then mimic him after devouring him
I spring forth and bite his neck. After he dies, I consume him and mimic his appearance. Ah bipedal movement, gotta get used to that and what the fuck is this weird thing down there?
Oh fuck eeaarthlings have this?!
Fucking gross, gonna have to look for someone to mimic quick, can't stand this thing.
Deal with it! We need to take his brain to the scanner and record his memories for analysis!

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