[a / b / c / d / e / f / g / gif / h / hr / k / m / o / p / r / s / t / u / v / vg / vr / w / wg] [i / ic] [r9k / s4s / vip / qa] [cm / hm / lgbt / y] [3 / aco / adv / an / asp / bant / biz / cgl / ck / co / diy / fa / fit / gd / hc / his / int / jp / lit / mlp / mu / n / news / out / po / pol / qst / sci / soc / sp / tg / toy / trv / tv / vp / wsg / wsr / x] [Settings] [Search] [Home]
Settings Home
/qst/ - Quests

4chan Pass users can bypass this verification. [Learn More] [Login]
Draw Width Height
  • Please read the Rules and FAQ before posting.
  • Additional supported file types are: PDF
  • Roll dice with "dice+numberdfaces" in the options field (without quotes).

05/04/17New trial board added: /bant/ - International/Random
10/04/16New board for 4chan Pass users: /vip/ - Very Important Posts
06/20/16New 4chan Banner Contest with a chance to win a 4chan Pass! See the contest page for details.
[Hide] [Show All]

All work safe boards are now on the 4channel.org domain. Make sure to update your script blockers and whitelist the new domain.

There's now a setting option under Navigation to display the full list of boards on 4channel.org

The 4chan Vtuber Competition is over. Click here to see the winning entry!

[Catalog] [Archive]

File: episode5.jpg (230 KB, 720x481)
230 KB
230 KB JPG
I feel like drawing again.

Give suggestions on how the story should progress. Read the rest to catch up: https://www.deviantart.com/lom678/gallery/66023446/Star-Idol-May
1 reply and 1 image omitted. Click here to view.
File: part34.jpg (1.02 MB, 503x4142)
1.02 MB
1.02 MB JPG
File: part35.jpg (791 KB, 523x2785)
791 KB
791 KB JPG
File: part36.jpg (801 KB, 474x3166)
801 KB
801 KB JPG
File: part37.jpg (845 KB, 455x3787)
845 KB
845 KB JPG
Against all expectations, gladion is surprisingly good at it. Enough that Moon ALMOST forgets to drop the bucket with paint, despite gladion is a huge cunt as a person.

Then STUFF happens. Prolly somebody screams due a monster attack/somebody turning into a monster.

File: Orion.png (3.78 MB, 3000x1688)
3.78 MB
3.78 MB PNG
The city of Orion,

originally a secret city built in the ocean with the infamous UN funded DCA or darpa construction alliance.

Originally the people of Orion were the rich of the world, they came to the city where they could make the rules away from the dissing bureaucracy of conventional countries here they could make the rules.

The city soon became a smugglers paradise and almost overnight those that wanted to stay there either used their business empire knowledge and became rich kingpins untouchable by any countries legal system because Orion was technically its own country.

Its a city without limits.

You seek to test this.

How this is going to work:

The idea is to give creative freedom within the context of the story.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
3 replies omitted. Click here to view.
>“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question...

You've got to do something aout the formatting so it's easier to read

And I'm not quite sure what we are supposed to do.
"We seek to test this" What? The city's limitlessness?
Should we just murderhobo our way up the ladder?
Should we get actual jobs?

What are the Limits on char creation and starting Equipment, because if we compete with other players it's just a manner of who lists the most weapons and skills in their background
File: locust helmet.png (1.02 MB, 750x1075)
1.02 MB
1.02 MB PNG
>peacekeeper fortress/AI is NPC.
Blast, there goes corrupting the police force from within...

Noted ill format it.

>And I'm not quite sure what we are supposed to do.Should we just murderhobo our way up the ladder?Should we get actual jobs?

The goal is to become the leader of the city how you do this is fully up to you, "murderhoboing" is a option but it has its downsides and risks. for example: The peacekeepers decide you killing everyone is bad for business and decide to try and assassinate you or the nervous science sector leaders get the black hand to ambush you, the black hand tell you that and is willing to let you escape for some money.

>"We seek to test this" What? The city's limitlessness?

Its just some flavor text but yeah its a non regulated city.

>What are the Limits on char creation and starting Equipment, because if we compete with other players it's just a manner of who lists the most weapons and skills in their background
For this reason players dont have traits and everyone has access to the same equipment (with the exception of specialty products that might appear in events) but costs money,
Your background doesn't give you an advantage.
What's to stop players from immediately backstabbing each other right from the get go?

its everyone for themselves anyway.

File: KangQuest.png (320 KB, 630x715)
320 KB
320 KB PNG
It aint nuthin but tha year 2XXX. Da ghetto has been ravaged by global warming, nuclear wintas n' countless hyperwars.

Only one hood remains...Zimbwakangda!

Zimbwakangda be a paradise up in a otherwise scorched ghetto yo, but not even dat paradise is perfect. Da wars have decimated da most thugged-out valuable chickenstuffz of they culture n' forced dem ta smoke a tasteless nutrient paste. Without Hot sauce, Fried Chicken, Watermelon, Menthol smokes n' Grape Juice they playas enta tha fuck into a lethargic depression n' one by become violent n' animalistic.

To solve dis tha nations top scientist use all tha remainin Watermelonium n' Vibranium ta build a time machine capable of bustin a crew of heroes back up in time so they can chizzle tha past n' fix tha present.... these is tha KANGZ!! ( Knowledge Augmented Neo-Guidin Zephyrs )

Da crew is formed by:

Colonel Tyrone Sanders: Da Leader n' shit. Charismatic, Strong n' Heroic fo' realz. A Jack of All trades dat can do all type of missions.

A1RWR3CKA: Tech Specialist. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is tha pilot n' expert up in weapons n' all kindz of technologies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Dat hoe tha one whoz ass maintains tha shiznit of tha crew.

Kokujin: Assasin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Specialist up in stealth, sniper rifle usage n' ninja arts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
193 replies and 15 images omitted. Click here to view.
File: Wewuz2.jpg (336 KB, 630x715)
336 KB
336 KB JPG
I wanted to say that I had a lot of fun with this quest and that I'm glad it went the way it id. That you all have been really great players and that I hope that you had as much fun as I did and that you are happy with how the story developed and ended.

If you have any question or thing you wanna say feel free to do it, even if its a critic or an insult, I'll be hanging around and answering to replies.

Thanks for playing!
File: Kang.jpg (61 KB, 600x772)
61 KB
That was fucking beautiful nigga. I'll always hope for a 2nd quest but this shit'll never be topped.
Yo! My fan number one! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I don't think I will do a second one, albeit Niggas in Space sounds promising. We will see. I think I will try with something more serious for the next time.
I LOLed. Hard to read, though. But fun and different.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry it was hard to read, but that was part of the charm.

This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are a new hero on the scene: Star Striker! Daughter of the infamous Black Rider Battery and his frightening wife Komand'r! As of right now, you're currently establishing yourself as a new protector of Neo Gotham by helping whoever you can!
-10/15 Minute voting period after each post, I will now specify how many votes are allowed per post.
-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1
QM Twitter


173 replies and 9 images omitted. Click here to view.

You frown and make a T with your hands.

“Time out... Are you mad at my dad? What did he do?”

He's silent for a moment, but with a cat-like growl his face eases.

“I'm not angry at him, I'm just determined to best him.”

You keep quiet, wanting to hear the rest of this story out.

“As you may know, I was taken under Wonder Woman's wing and allowed to set foot on Themyscira. A world where men were forbidden, but thanks to Diana's influence I was treated like a son of the Amazons. I owed her and her mother Hipolyta my life, as they had turned a boy who was cruelly punished by a god into a proud warrior... Then he arrived.”

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Only Reno could give a guy he's not even related to Daddy Issues.

That's hilarious.
This is great. I'm loving this
God damnit...does this count as a father complex?
>The gym was sectioned off into two massive rooms; one for traditional exercise, and the other for combat training from the looks of it.
>You and Namur were obviously in the later room, facing each other across a padded floor meant to cushion blows.
>After discarding your shoes and phone by the door, you couldn't help but give the jungle predator gritting his teeth at you a confused look.
>“Are you prepared?” He asks, not even blinking as he stays focused on you.

File: godquest.jpg (298 KB, 2560x1440)
298 KB
298 KB JPG
What kind of star will our planet orbit? (values are simplified)
Type of star will dictate the habitable zone, which later influences the length of a year

>F-type - white color (0.90 to 1.40 solar masses, surface temp 6,000 - 7,600 Kelvin)
>G-type - yellow color (0.75 to 1.25 solar masses, surface temp 5,000 - 6,000 Kelvin)
>K-type - orange color (0.60 to 1.1 solar masses, surface temp 4,000 - 5,000 Kelvin)
86 replies and 4 images omitted. Click here to view.
like you said though, wouldn't it depend on the climate and lifestyle that each civ develops in?
>>LuniSolar calendars
This sounds funky
Also, I am wondering:
How strong is the magnetic field?
How dense is our atmosphere?
How strong will solar winds be?
Will northern lights be visible?
Will electronic equipment be viable?
Doesn't matter as this thread died BEFORE making it to character creation.

Truly a marvellous feat!

File: heck.png (187 KB, 500x500)
187 KB
187 KB PNG
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2927022
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Shooting+Star
Twitter: https://twitter.com/5th_Comms

You are Maverick Hunter Lieutenant Meteor Showa, fresh from finishing your roster’s last Maverick, but you’re not feeling very roster-finish happy. Retiring your old crush Sounding Humpback has you in a mood to sulk a while longer despite the screaming pink daiquiri condensing in front of you.

The Eighth Hour rumbles with conversation and passing underground trucks. There’s some controversy on a screen; one of China’s basketball stars is being stripped of his Olympic gold medals for having hidden sophisticated cybernetic augmentation. There’s a whole other Olympics for guys like him. You try hard to care.

Alone in your booth, you finally take a sip. You haven’t gotten around to your upgrades yet. Maybe later, when you’re feeling better.

Humpback’s demise opened up the venue for Sixth to commit at once to a blockade. You weren’t in a safe state to fight your way back yourself, so you stayed put among Humpback’s wreckage and kept in contact with Atajo. A squad of top-flight Larimars made their way to you an hour and a half later, found Jacques where you left him and escorted you two out. The pirates were still shelling by the time you returned to a platform ship and ported out.

To think of the radicalized reploids and humans too attached to the community they’d made, fighting for the sake of defiance… to think of their would-be mother, one of Earth’s oldest and largest reploids, reduced to a broken hull and a stolen fragment now sitting among the relics on your shelf...

You take another sip and try to will the nanite infusion into working harder.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
355 replies and 137 images omitted. Click here to view.
She has an infinite supply of konpeito.

Hey. I enjoy your comment. Thank you for reading.
>skittle gets ahold of and modifies Monitor's jellybean vwes
>showa can now vomit endless konpeito
Best timeline
For reference, do you have notes on the other Hunters' kits?

I've already made one for Volt and Deco, and at some point I'll make one for Monitor, but I don't think I've got material to work with for Noveau and the other supporting characters in the quest.
File: Hellzone Grenade.png (1.05 MB, 1280x720)
1.05 MB
1.05 MB PNG
I do not! I focused on characters who I knew would get combat screen time.

Nouveau's gimmick is gravity manipulation with limited flight, deliberately generalist. If you can do it as an Adept in Mass Effect, then Nouveau can probably do something similar, but I just never sat down to figure it all out. He also has a VWES; even I don't know what's in it.

I put more thought into Minefield Turtle.

She's a bomb-multiplier powerhouse designed for Fifteenth but shuffled into Fourth, capable of mass area denial through her core system, "Century Mine." The default form is antipersonnel, each mine designed to kill a D-class threat outright. She can litter a patrol route with tens of thousands of them if she wanted to, but she only has trigger control over the most recent 1,000 within about 2km of her; outside that radius, they have a hostile-unit proximity trigger. She can also switch the most recent 100 from stationary to single-target homing at will.

If she produces bombs of anti-vehicle strength, each one designed to kill a C-rank outright, then her control drops by a factor of ten -- 2km trigger control over the most recent 100, homing control over the most recent 10. And she can fire 10 at a time from the pop-out scutes of her shell.

Her tactical drawback was low land speed and no hard melee options, which was covered by seeing frequent action with the late Commander Earthquake Jaguar, Veracruz 4th's brawler boss.
That's real neat. Considering how few special weapons allow for mass control, I think I'll focus Turtle's VWES option along those lines.

Eleven years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day, the Saiyans have earned the title of warrior race as Freeza’s soldiers, leading the charge onto hundreds of worlds and facing down all who oppose Lord Freeza’s rule. As mighty conquerors crushing all resistance, the Saiyans have earned their reputation as Freeza’s most powerful subjects. The larger than life tales of the Saiyans, and especially the Super Saiyans, have spread to most every corner of the universe now. With the Covenant’s failed 30,000-warship siege of New Salda televised live across much the civilized universe, as well as your family’s feats in Dreadzone, most everyone now knows the names of your family and what all you can do.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 742. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a base powerlevel of 1,854,000, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, mate to Meloka, father of five, chosen champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, an idol to the other Saiyans and the rest of the PTO, and a household name across the civilized universe.

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/iPAJeGJn
[DRAGON FORCE]: https://pastebin.com/A3nV1kqD
Powerlevels: https://pastebin.com/vPb0wswN
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:
>20 minute vote, 3 votes minimum
>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of the 3 wins
>Crits are 100, unless otherwise stated
>A 99 may net you an extra bonus on a roll
>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes DC, OR two 1s are rolled

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
453 replies and 65 images omitted. Click here to view.
Fucking shit, forgot to take off my trip
Red meat is the life blood of any God-fearing man.
Tell me about it. I'd give my left nut for a flat iron right about now.
It satisfies an undeniably primal corner of our psyche. I would suggest everyone do it once, or at least see it done in person. Which is why I respect the hell out of that one flaming vegan faggot I knew. He at least showed up to watch, and see how normal people process their animals, not like the “slaughterhouse horror stories” he’d heard and watched.
I know the feeling, been there before.
New thread here: >>3095330

File: LandofIron.png (1.16 MB, 1283x720)
1.16 MB
1.16 MB PNG
Cold, bitter wind bites to the bone as it roars between the mountain's teeth. Flurries of snow choke the air in a violent dance, piling many feet higher than you are tall. Heat rolls from your body like a mirage despite the deathly reality of frostbite. Six hours atop the Three Wolves. Six hours of meditation.
Someone paces around you, each footstep perfectly spaced and deliberate. The blunt edge of a sword strikes your shoulder and the cold only serves to heighten the pain. Again, to your back, neck, and arms. The force behind each strike is enough to break skin. But not yours. You have the conviction of iron. To be tempered and sharpened for as long as you live.
"Eliko," a gruff old man says. "You're bleeding."
"Shiiiit," you groan. Your eyes snap open and sure enough sticky blood coats your body from several wounds. And the blade of your master's actual sword. "Why are you using Kurosawa, old man?!"
"Hmm?" The gray haired old man looks at the blade of his weapon. Lord Mifune, General of the Samurai and your master. Frost clings to his white fur mantle as it billows in the wind. "I seem to have forgotten the training sword."
"You better get that memory problem checked." You stand and stretch, the wounds stinging. And then take a sharp breath as a red scroll is held out.
"Boy... It's time."
"You mean-"
"This is an official edict for the Hokage of Konohagakure. If you fail to deliver it, do not come back. You will be my representative, so please don't make a fool of yourself and when you return we will hold your genpuku."
A wide grin spreads across your face as the scroll is placed in your hand. Only one more step until you become a full fledged samurai. Family library be damned, nobody will be able to rag on you.
"Now go get ready," Mifune says. "You leave in the immediately."
Warm afternoon light breaks through the perpetual overcast and snow fades to grass as you descend to the lowlands. The mountain peaks give way for a moment to an endless forest, the Land of fire. A three day trip if you were in a rush, but you have a week. Samurai Bridge in a day, and two inns for each consecutive night, that was the travel plan allotted.
But with the smell of juniper berries in the air and an already stifling heat, you might just take it a bit slower. Though with a pair of awkward footsteps echoing behind you it might take much, much longer.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
263 replies and 25 images omitted. Click here to view.
Based on the stat line drawn up by QM earlier in the thread, a speed of 2 simply wont cut it for getting to Garza w/o getting ganked
What was the stat line?
We have no ninja magic. Seems like an all rounder.
Thread archived. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3084325/

Seems as we're at page 6 I'll be starting another thread tomorrow at 12PM PST.
new thread

File: Nocturne_Cover.png (1.68 MB, 1400x1400)
1.68 MB
1.68 MB PNG
" With Mrs. Bartram, heir apparent to the Bartram name on the run , from Ouroborus, we must be wary of any face, Ragnyllian or otherwise who would approach her and her and a detective who got in too deep. The most recent correspondence we recieved is that they would be holed up in a hotel, capable of moving only in the cover of night... in the meanwhile our pre deployed team will stake out at the cantina until further orders... and refills "

> The game will begin with a secretive team of operatives who are looking for Mrs. Bartram. The operation may begin in approximately 10 hours time.

New players who desire to try this game may visit the discord: https://discord.gg/mGWHWN

Officers: please supply a pre deploy list.
570 replies and 54 images omitted. Click here to view.
I'm planning on rolling an assault and I have a few questions:

1. Does the knife have a rating for melee?
2. Is Viper's Ignominy applied per unit?
3. Are there any resources for finding more details on these backgrounds?
4. Is there a preferred stat block for the QM?
5. Is that image the most up to date information on the class?
1: same as thrown
2: that background is per squad, so it'd kill all 3 member if you use it
3. They're mostly nationality but Kashi and Shika are two flavor of Kashir people. The first one lived relatively easy lives on sky islands before Voss destroyed them while the Shika were their ground bound brethren/slave. Ragnyll is a relatively new nation that was once a province of Voss but is now a nation of immigrant, Old voss comprise the old Voss knight families that protected the country crown. Aeon is the strongest power on the continent and mechareligious nutjob. Laboria is a psychic gestalt while limited every individual is linked to a certain amount of other Laborian (who are then linked to other Laborian that you might no be linked to creating a kind of psychic internet)
4. As long as it has all the relevant stat
>Hp total/hp max/number of squad member
>Movement stat
>hit rating and damage
>ammo left/reload left
>Hit rating, damage bonus and damage type
It should be fine
5. the last one should be >>3101276
(Okay, but can we see what it is before we decide?)
( Yay, connection/posting problems! Anyway, nevermind. I reread that. Here's what confuses me a bit:
Mrs Bartram under house arrest couldn't be interacted despite there being attempts and it later developed into the extraction mission.
Not too long ago, I was told (off screen, if you will) that the Frogs were just a newsworthy placeholder of sorts when Kleinstolllen attempted to interact with it.
All of that was before the introduction of these tokens though, so I don't know. Anyway, I've heard we can't spend them now anyway and all this amounts to is declaring intent. This isn't from Monday himself, so who knows? )
I might see where there was a misunderstanding
>Aeony Silver Guild
>Ragnyll Heavy Logistics (6th division)
>Stallion Mist trading co

and possibly
>Scholar Study

are suppliers, before saving miss Bartram there was no meaningful way of interacting directly with them except Hassan. The Ral-Gran token change this, when you unlock and attach them to a supplier their price will drop and it might open new purchase options.

File: CHP3.png (81 KB, 427x427)
81 KB

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Hikikomori%20Quest
547 replies and 69 images omitted. Click here to view.
Nice, is she named stream?
Just a stand-in pun name that isn't just Retro (because that's another tv head character. They're from Dead Leaves)
File: nyaa.png (7 KB, 329x306)
7 KB

made a very crappy discord real quick if you want to check it out

File: 234ytsf15tq01.jpg (117 KB, 800x571)
117 KB
117 KB JPG
"I've walked that path, son. For much too long. I've walked and walked and seen what it can offer. It's made of dirt and mud, it's beaten and trodden."

You remember your father's old raspy voice, worn by age. He had you when he was old already, and you'd barely reached your adulthood when he passed from a nasty fever, the priest told you it was a curse from an evil God. You, of course, refused to pay him. He got mad and called in the authorities, the lord backed the priest up. All you could do was gather your belongings and call for the Wandering. A fancy name for exile, your father used to say, a journey of atonement and redemption, the clergy told.

The priest got riled up, but the sheriff couldn't care less, it was quicker and less messy that way. He told you to pack up and go and so you did. You check around the old shack that you called your homestead.

You are...
>a man.
>a woman.

Your father was...
>a soldier from a loser's side. [Father's Token: Sword]
>a poacher and thief caught red-handed. [Father's Token: Hidden Cache Info]
>a priest who gave a read to heretical books. [Father's Token: Religious Knowledge]

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
89 replies and 9 images omitted. Click here to view.
I say we hire a guard to back us up and watch our backs.
I'm just used to those in charge of preventing things from getting worse insisting that things are not getting worse, despite obvious and abundant evidence. I'm not sure if that's just an American thing or not.
Hey lads, gotta cancel today's session, next one should be in two days. This friday at around 23:00
File: O-ok-kay....jpg (84 KB, 434x353)
84 KB
Game over man.

File: PixOPnr.png (225 KB, 1920x1080)
225 KB
225 KB PNG
>And we're back. Apologies for the delay, but I doubt anyone expects to come back to the family home to find it burgled.

“Portable Summoning Circles!” one of the whitecoats cries in ecstatic triumph, mirroring the jubilant JJ’s own excited gesticulations, “And they told us it couldn’t be done! Ha ha!”


Well, that’d certainly explain what you just witnessed. It also tells you why JJ was late for lunch with his doting… what, foster mother? Sister? Maybe you should ask one of them about that some time, if only to sate your own curiosity.

Part of you would like to go an let the kid know that Des is almost frantic in trying to find him, but another part of you is more than a little curious at what else the boy has in store. Then again, you suppose if there were more to be seen, you suppose that one of the other whitecoats would have calmed him and their fellow down for a next phase.

With that thought in mind, you approach the team and give one of them a gentle nudge. The distinctly pencil-necked researcher whirls around, his brows knitting together in puzzlement as he registers the presence of someone who is almost certainly not meant to be here. When he speaks, it’s clear to hear that he’s a Jersey boy; that accent could not have hailed from anywhere else.

“Who are you?”

“Just a concerned citizen,” you say, injecting a trace of irony into your voice, “Is he finished?” you jerk your head in JJ’s direction, who has stopped jumping up and down in place and is playing with what looks like three more of the curious… porta-summons?

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
145 replies and 13 images omitted. Click here to view.
Despite your decidedly non committal response to your companions’ micro-argument earlier, you have to admit, if privately, that the lack of activity from such a large city is disconcerting. A part of you rationalises it as being wholly unused to seeing such spaces be so uncrowded, having come from one of the busiest places you could grow up. The lack of human contact is not something you’ve become used to, nor indeed something you think you’ll ever get used to.

You come across only one more patrol, this one distinctly Italian in flavour, all of whom simply ignore you as you pass by each other, which you’re all grateful for. It seems Arnaud had it on the money, at least where that particular mob was concerned.

Eventually, you find yourself in what a local tells you is, indeed, the Gambetta district. Thanking whatever merciful deity provided one of you with fluent knowledge of the local language, you press onto the coastline where you’re informed the best restaurants--those that are still open, anyway--are located.

The scent is, putting it mildly, divine.

Even with the occupiers no doubt hogging the best of the local resources for themselves, you find yourself marvelling at how some of these people can continue to eat so well. You can smell grilling meat, smoked meat, boiling and roasting potatoes, steamed vegetables and the ever so heavenly odour of freshly baked bread.

Were it not for the fact that there’s a demon murdering its way through the city somewhere, you’d have quite fancied it as a vacation spot.

You wonder if you even get vacation time.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your opinion shifts as you enter. The lush interior practically screams fine dining with its exquisite decor and you’re suddenly glad none of you has any local currency on you, as whatever paltry amount you’d have scraped together surely wouldn’t have been able to cover the cost of a meal here. You’re surprised that such a place isn’t shut down with how expensive it must be to run, or that it’s relatively empty and not crawling with occupying soldiers. The only other patrons seem to be a young couple sitting off to one side, speaking in hushed tones and three old, grouchy men, who Arnold informs you are complaining most loudly about the occupation.

Dangerous business that, seeing how anyone could waltz in and overhear, but not ultimately your problem.

A tired looking waiter regards you all with curiosity as he approaches you and, presumably, asks if you’d like to be seated.

Tell him we’re looking for someone called Beatrice. An old woman; probably late fifties to early sixties. Kind of big.

Arnold relays your words and instantly the waiter tenses up. He’s frightened, you realise immediately and, more to the point, he knows something. Nervousness would be granted if three men he’d never seen before asked about a particular individual. This is a lot, lot more than mere nerves.

I think we’ve got something here, you send to the other two, suppressing the urge to grin in case it sets the waiter bolting for an exit. Even now the poor bastard is sweating bullets, and the wrong thing said here may well lose you an easier way of finding the lady.

>Pretend that you’re agents of the occupation and demand the information you need.
>Explain that you’re not here to cause a mess, but it’s vital you speak to her regarding the bizarre murder spree.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Explain that you’re not here to cause a mess, but it’s vital you speak to her regarding the bizarre murder spree.
>Explain that you’re not here to cause a mess, but it’s vital you speak to her regarding the bizarre murder spree.
Could we add on that we're investigators brought in quietly if asked who we are?

Also pretending that we're German agents or members of the French Resistance is a surefire way of shit going WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too damn wrong. Gotta keep some honesty and relevance with our identities so the lies don't get too far out of whack and bite us in the ass.
>>Explain that you’re not here to cause a mess, but it’s vital you speak to her regarding the bizarre murder spree.

Opening Post
You are Alice Ashbedight, a Black Elf recently made a Dullahan necromancer. Despite some difficulties, life is looking up for you recently. But it is not without its challenges - after killing a bunch of bandits and doing necromancery things, you had a strange dreamlike vision of a Humanoid jackal creature who set out to hunt you down. And according to the dream, it may even have been an uncalled for decision. You're still not sure whether it was just a strange and particularly vivid dream, or an actual omen. Either way, you're not gonna be caught flatfooted if it turns out to be trouble.
122 replies and 4 images omitted. Click here to view.
Totally possible, but you'll probably want at least some intelligent undead there, right? in that case, you'll prolly have some competition on the vote

I have no problem with the votings so far. I enjoy seeing people somewhat invested in the quest.
> often we answer thinking only so far in time and sometimes you advance the story further than that
Yeah I did wonder if i should give players more spotlight.. Idk, in the last update i did, i just didnt find any natural place to prompt for anything. I was like "should i ask them if they wanna follow down into the cellar? nah ofc they would do that, they already said they are being accomodating, and if i ask that they make get suspicious for no reason about it..", and stuff like that.
So vote however you feel like. I obviously like write-ins (even if they often end up making my posts longer), but I dont want people to force themselves to make write-ins, that'd prolly end up kinda 'hollow'. On the other hand, if you feel i should make more prompts, im always open to feedback. Especially if you bring up a specific scene, like "in scene X, when npc Y said that thing, I would have liked to react in some way", or sth. Idk. I hope im making sense.
I though the pace is fine, we write a bunch of stuff in between them and we are slow paced so if we stop at every possible prompt we would not move forward, besides, we have been going in a consistent route with Alice, so sometimes it's easy to know what she would do as a character, like the following the guard to the cellar thing that you mentioned
>I hope im making sense.
I totally understand, ty.
Yeah, that's true. We want to make ourselves a bit more worldly before we try to pull that off.

You're doing fine so far. No major complaints, really. Maybe some grammar and formatting nitpicks, but that's about it.
File: 1520461680435.jpg (104 KB, 1200x1800)
104 KB
104 KB JPG
Don't know how things will advance, but when the interrogator comes let's try to be reserved, we don't interact much with humans (if is one), so say him/her that we had a bad premonition of some kind and we decided to stay in town if something happened, we have business after all, let's not bring up conversations nor the white raven, it may us bring troubles of various kinds (all of this talked with our group).

File: blue.jpg (148 KB, 1280x720)
148 KB
148 KB JPG
(Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGcGPyxltaw)

You sought a world of light.

One filled with warmth and joy, where everyone can laugh without fear for tomorrow.

You sought a home for those you loved. A place where you could all belong. A place to protect, and a place to feel safe.

You are alone now, but that hasn’t changed.

Even when all there is left is cold and dark, your wish will stay the same.

A dream ends when you wake up, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone.
77 replies and 32 images omitted. Click here to view.
File: pisces.png (1.39 MB, 850x1020)
1.39 MB
1.39 MB PNG
(Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN0NpxPB4pc)

A curtained window for a dark room. A Canopy Bed draped in silky cloth.

On a pillow, half-covered in blanket, a woman. Robes, almost ceremonial, creased from her shifting in her sleep. Eyes closed, quiet breath escaping between red lips.

You stand by the dreamer’s bedside, bending down, and reach out. You pull her long, messy blonde hair away from her eyes and mouth. Your fingers brush her cheeks.

Her light burns. Her dream soon comes to its end.

You feel joy. She found what she sought.

You feel relieved. Her light held until her wish was fulfilled.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
File: dream.jpg (332 KB, 612x868)
332 KB
332 KB JPG
A safe place. A place where I could belong.

A world of light, a castle of sand for myself.

Is this my wish?

I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.

Because, it’s lonely here.

I don’t want to be alone.

I want to show someone my dream. I want to find joy with someone, to share smiles and laughter with someone.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Somewhere deep under the earth, far from the gaze of the moon, is a wide cavern. Within that cavern is a great city of stone. Structures enclosed by a tall circular wall, roads that lead between buildings and homes.

In the inner section of this city is a wide, flat area, featureless and empty. Standing in the very center of that place, is a slender star with long gray hair.

The gray star’s hands hold a silver oil lamp. She brushes a finger along it, tracing the patterns carved into its surface.

Here, there is naught but silence.
File: river.jpg (150 KB, 750x760)
150 KB
150 KB JPG

That's the end of Long Lost Stars #5, and the end of Pisce's arc. What did you think?

Before: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=autistichornedgirls
After: https://twitter.com/boxofmithril

I thought I would be stretching it out a bit, but well, this sort of pace felt more right.

Though I've been pretty uncertain about my pacing lately. Ehhh...

Short as this session was, I hope you all... enjoyed it? Can I say 'enjoyed' if it was supposed to be a little painful?

Next weekend I intend on writing Long Lost Stars #6. I think I'll only do one day though. Once Christmas starts I'll most likely have a lot of free time so hopefully I'll be able to write more then.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Thanks for running! Pacing was a bit too slow for me. I think it was depressing as fuck, but the ending was nice in a bittersweet way. Sad to think about how mortal the stars are.

>Previous Thread

>79>60. Bandit Stabbed!
>99>60. Alarm is not raised!
>73>60. Abramson is saved!

>You are Firth.

Your arm instinctually jerks as the robed warrior raises the curved dagger high, it's edge nicked and worn yet still gleaming with razor keenness. The carbine in your arms raises for a moment before you force yourself to stop, flinging it down as You throw yourself forward, yanking the combat knife from your belt, spinning it into a underhanded grip. You can't risk raising the alarm but you CAN save Abramson.

The younger Raiders face is tight with pain and shock from the jarring blow to the elbow he received, the junction of his neck anf shoulder wide open for the plunging blow as the desert bandit brings the dagger down with an almost excruciating slowness towards the vulnerable point. Ragged and tattered robes shift on his frame as the blade descends, his dark eyes narrowed in a killing grimace as your feet throw you forward one desperate lunge at a time. You clench your fist on the hilt of the knife and tense your legs, leaping forward in a twisting lunge that lifts you bodily from the sandy ground. You bring your arms in close and twist through the air, slamming your shoulder into the bandits chest with such force the air leaves his lungs along with the wet crackle of fracturing ribs.

You scrabble around as the bandit sneezes, clutching his chest and gasping for breathe, his dagger buried point first into the sand. Your boot impacts his cheek as you last out, stunning him further as you sieze the advantage, pinning his arm under your knee and burying your combat knife under his chin. Robes and flesh part like silk before a razor before the wet crunch as the tip punches into his skull reverbrates up your arm. Blood pulses in weak gushes, wetting your hand as you drive the blade to the guard, the bandits feet drumming as you impale his brain with the foot of American steel. His struggles cease as you slowly withdraw the blade, blood and cerebral fluid staining the blade along with clumps of pinkish grey tissue clinging to the serrations.

Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
85 replies and 3 images omitted. Click here to view.
>Assist your men in securing the rest of the village.
Let the medics do their job in peace, the booze can wait too until we're sure the village is clear.
supporting. search and destroy.
>Go check on the wounded.

I don't think there are any specialized medics on this team of raiders. >>3089808
>>Go check on the wounded.
>Assist your men in securing the rest of the village

Delete Post: [File Only] Style:
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]
[Disable Mobile View / Use Desktop Site]

[Enable Mobile View / Use Mobile Site]

All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective parties. Images uploaded are the responsibility of the Poster. Comments are owned by the Poster.