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You pick up the long spear, feeling the sharp edge of its blade, and you can see that it has been killing long before you could walk. You put on one of the particularly daunting war-masks and walk to where the large man instructed you. Then the great doors in front of you swung open to reveal a large sandpit, with walls and spikes on all sides. At the far corner, you could see a beast of a man wielding a sledgehammer with both hands.
There were seats and chairs on the sides of the pit, where a scant few people watched the fight. After a man walked around the seats, gathering tips from the audience a commentator began speaking, "good people of the wastes, welcome to the blood pit! Now that all tips and payments have been given to my assistant, I will introduce you to the contestants: out of the vile sands, and waterless expanse, comes a new warrior, and his name is..." All the people look at you, choose one
>Give birth name (You give the name)
>Give warrior title (You give the title)
>Let the commentator provide you a name
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

Watch my clutch.
>clutch wasn't needed
Still appreciated.
Bulugar laughed and threw the spearhead behind him, leaving you with only a sharp stick as your weapon. The beater, in an act of stupidity, went for an easily dodgeable attack, swinging his hammer like an animal. You ducked underneath his strike and stabbed your stick right in his wound, making the ever-growing crowd jump with anticipation. You managed to pick up the sword sized spearhead and face your enemy, who pulled out the stick in his side and licking the blood right off it.
He picked his hammer up, and in a split second, you parried his bestial attack, and cut the artery in his armpit, killing him. The crowd and commentator were silent as you picked off the best parts of Burugar's armor and left the blood-pit without even looking at them. "Well, come back next time to see if anyone can defeat the great 'Urizen,' all tips and support are welcome."

The next few days were spent training, killing worthless contenders, and healing your wound. You had started to notice a rather wealthy citizen watch your games, eyeing your every stroke and tactic. Eventually, the crowd warmed up to you, and the games got more visitors for it, calling you "Urizen Bulugarsbane, Urizen halfspear." The commentator saw to it that you were comfortable, representing the defender of the Saltmarch (you learnt of what the towns name was from him) title. He informed you after the seventh successful defense of your title, that the wealthy man that watched your games was willing to sponsor you, only if you were willing to entertain the crowd more. And, only if you could defeat his second best fighter. What is your reply?
>Say that you'll only do it if your ripper-spear and war-mask are returned to you
>Only if you fight his best fighter instead
>Only if you were taught the tactics of warriors of yore

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>Say that you'll only do it if your ripper-spear and war-mask are returned to you
>Only if you were taught the tactics of warriors of yore
The Urizen must become wiser

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In the Domain, an early autumn morning means that the sun is yet to rise high enough to grace the valley floor and the city of Vancia with its rays - but that it already illuminates the scintillating walls of the fortress carved into the mountain above, threatening to blind anyone who gazes up with their eyes still used to the gloom.

You've been told that before Megerix arrived in the valley, Akath Deler's walls were as drab and weathered as the mountain it's part of, but that the dragon spent exorbitant funds to have them layered with red marble, and now the material's crystalline structure all but blazes in the creeping sunlight - a striking symbol of its owner's power and glory.

Your own residence down in the city is far more modest, even if it does qualify as a mansion. It does, however, offer the unparalleled privilege and comfort of being able to have breakfast just in your skivvies. One of the less obvious perks of your position.

A position that, unfortunately, comes with obligations as well: as fate sees fit to remind you, in the form of a yazir: one of the many semi-intelligent small, winged lizards that the dragon employs as messengers. The dull green creature flies in through the open window, unceremoniously dumps a bound scroll into your lap, circles your head once, squeaks loudly, and leaves the same way it came in.

To Honorable Oliver Black,

Our Lord Sovereign, the Great Dragon Megerix, requests His Champion's presence an hour before noon.

The Lord Sovereign's Chamberlain,
Peregin Suule

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You leave the throne room through one of the side entrances, electing to take a less populated route out of the fortress. Yet, to your great lack of surprise, you find Yarra standing in your way.

"What did Megerix tell you?" she outright demands.

The spymaster has taken the time to compose herself and reestablish the usual haughty self-assurance that seems to roll off her in all your interactions. If you didn't know any better, you'd be willing to believe this was just a typical day for her.

"To enjoy my trip to Darsk," you step around her and keep walking. After a few moments, you hear her footsteps catching up with you.

"We're not done talking," she states, matching pace with you.

"But do we have time for chit chat, is the question," you say, looking straight ahead. "I have to pack and ready my horse. And you, I believe, were told to sort out a mess of some kind."

"Yes, I do," you can practically hear the woman grinding her teeth. "Which includes preventing you from turning it into an even bigger mess. Which is exactly what's going to happen if you simply kill Kerch."

You give the elf a surprised glance.

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"A great many things," she shoots back. "But I had time to think this over and it's all but certain that he's involved in some way. He's the only one who could've prevented knowledge of this attack from spreading. But that does not mean he's a traitor."

"I don't know Yarra," you purse your lips thoughtfully. "Covering up such a blatant blow against our Lord Sovereign's reputation sounds very much like treason to me."

"Kresh is not an idiot," the elf insists. "He's the main reason the other clan lords accepted Megerix's rule. His position and reputation make him a lynchpin. You kill him and the more belligerent clan lords start acting out - maybe even violating Highway Law. The Domain loses its hard-won reputation for being the safest and quickest route across the Cloudrend. And Megerix has no choice but to begin burning down clanholds again. Everyone loses. Kresh knows that. He'd never willingly take part in something like this."

Why does it always have to be politics? You feel the beginnings of a headache taking root somewhere between your temples.

"So what do you want me to do, Yarra? I can't exactly ignore our Lord Sovereign's orders."

"But you can interpret them!" the elf gets in your way again, seizing the hem of your robe in a way that makes it clear that to keep walking, you'll have to bodily drag her along. "You've served Megerix for long enough that he doesn't care about blind obedience. He cares about outcomes. You're being sent to Darsk? Fine! Have your horse throw a shoe on the way. Investigate claims of banditry. Get sick. Give my agents a chance to get ahead of you and figure out what's going on and who's really responsible. Let me do my thing and I'll let you know where and to whom you should do yours. Can you agree to that much?"

>No, you trust Megerix's judgment over Yarra's. Not to mention, you have zero incentive to help cover up for her mistakes

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>If you discover Kresh is responsible, you'll apprehend him, not kill him. But that's the only concession she's getting from you. His fate will be for Megerix to decide
>>No, you trust Megerix's judgment over Yarra's. Not to mention, you have zero incentive to help cover up for her mistakes
>If you discover Kresh is responsible, you'll apprehend him, not kill him. But that's the only concession she's getting from you. His fate will be for Megerix to decide
A middle road.

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This will be a capeshit quest in a world that has no known capeshit going on.


The sun burning down causes flimmers of air dancing about the road as if you were looking through water. A phenomena you’re quite familiar with, but nonetheless it still fascinates you. Maybe it wouldn’t if your spirits weren’t already high. You hadn’t had to skip out on a bun for quite a while now so you had an unusually high amount of energy. Before you saved the money your father gave you to buy bread by skipping out on your share.

You have a small plastic bag hanging down from each of your scrawny arms. One was filled with the aforementioned bread, the other one held a book on language.
So far you had barely ever had a chance to hear the language spoken out loud, your dad wouldn't approve. This book, however, comes with two audio CDs you could listen to on your discman. You could read phonetics and know how the vowels ought to sound, but hearing it spoken in a pace you could control will be really advantageous.
Language is your only way of escape. The fantasy of escaping to a place further away than anyone could possibly imagine. A place where nobody knows you, where you could start again.

You snap out of your imagination when you pass the road sign telling passing cars where the lovely community you call your home branches off. It was anyones guess how well kept the trailer park was when looking at the overgrown sign and the barely visible junction.

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Yes, lets remove all evidence of violence from her and create more complications for ourselves.
>Heal Cam completely, hand too
>Make sure dad is dead

Then sit back and get our story straight with sis before the authorities arrive. We're 16 - as long as we don't say anything ridiculous or contradictory then we'll end up with CPS rather than the police
>Can we drive a car?
barely, as long as we don't have to do precise motions we'll be okay. We don't have a license.

>I do know I don't want our little sister suffering a scar on her hand that'll trigger mind control induced trauma.
someone paid attention

>get our story straight with sis
she's unconscious
>Leave Cam with a few minor wounds, but transfer a few to our own body, nothing serious or life threatening for Cam or ourself, but wounds on us both to be seen by Paramedics.
>Tell 911 Operator that we are wounded too, but that we are more worried about our Sister who is unconcious.
>Ask how long til an Ambulance will get here.
Heal Cam and put her in the car with us, lets get out of here, lets not wait for the ambulance or else we are going to jail, seriously

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Walking out of the thrift shop in your new clothes, you feel like a new man. Your sister struts alongside you, double-strapping her new backpack (you caved like a house of cards in the end) and floating about three inches in the air with every step. You did have to trade in a great ball for full store credit, but you figure you'll be back at some point for the fishing gear, and the kimono girl got a nice commission bonus on her first day.

It's evening in Goldenrod. The sun is gone and the lights are on. The city never sleeps. The blank darkness over the ocean to the east makes a strange contrast to the punctured darkness that hangs over the city. Like someone had divided the night sky into two parts and only one of them was allowed to birth stars.

It's a Saturday night, not particularly chilly, especially not in your new clothes (did you mention, you bought new clothes?) and relatively crowded in the streets, in some ways even more so than in the day. For a second you can even pretend that you're one of the teeming multitudes out on the town, going to a show or a dinner party or whatever it is normal people do.

But pretty soon you're on the tram, heading back to the tunnels and the vision passes much like the pattern of lights out of your window. You return home around 8 and have a quick dinner (some leftovers from lunch) and put your sister to bed.

For you, the night is still young.

>It's time to begin training your party
>It's been a long day, get some rest (+5% to rolls tomorrow)
>Some pokemon only come out at night, gotta catch 'em all right?
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this anon speaks the truth
Well let's not get too hasty. It's being handled perfectly fine, but I wouldn't say finest. Pokemon Urban Adventure is going pretty strong y'know.
I'd say urban Adventure is getting a bit all over the place
I kinda don't like the feel of it.
I'm enjoying this quest at any rate.....

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(Sorry if this is shitty, first time making a qst. Also on mobile) Information: It is 2285, four years after Fallout New Vegas, and the courier sided with Ceasars Legion. In Fallout 3, The Purifier was not tainted, and The Enclave base was destroyed. ( If I am missing important things, tell me.)

You are a
>Boy >Girl and you were born and raised

>On a farm, where you and your parents raised and sold Brahmin, and farmed melons and tatos. ( Raised Speech, Barter, Charisma, Strength, Endurence. Lowered Melee, Guns.)
>In the city, where you had to fend for your life and cash, keeping an eye out for anyone who wanted to take either one away from you. (Raised Melee, Sneak, Perception, Intelligence, Agility. Lowered Speech, Science.)

>In a tribe, where you hunted with your fellow tribesmen and bartered with the city-folk for their fancy weapons and armor. (Raised Survival, Unarmed, Barter, Strength, Luck.)

Other (Write in)
Most picked decision wins. I will be doing BO3, with 1-5 as crit fails, and 95-100 as crits.
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>>Main roads. There may be raiders but I want to get there fast.
You decide to go use the main roads. Could you roll me 1d100?
Rolled 35 (1d100)

Walking the main roads, you see a group of people in an abandoned gas station, they look lile raiders. There looks to be about 7 of them. You only have a very small dagger, (but you're not good with it) leather armor, farmhand clothes, and 100 caps. How do you go about this?
>Try to sneak past (Medium roll)
>Try diplomacy (easy-medium roll)
>Fight it out (start fight)
>Try to sneak past (Medium roll)

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Your name is Zhu Zhexian, you're 15 years old, and you're currently studying at the Royal Academy of Zhaotian Kingdom. In the past six months you've passed the Imperial Exams to become a government official, performed meritorious deeds in a beast horde, and completed several tasks as a bounty hunter before being sent to the Royal Academy for training. Now you've begun training in order to compete with the other young elites of the kingdom.
Today you're attending the 18th birthday of Tan Xun, one of the foremost geniuses of the Tan family. After the party started, little to your surprise, he decided to turn it into some sort of contest of strength and skill. Through a stroke of luck you've just barely managed to pass the first two trials, and now Tan Xun is in the middle of explaining the third trial, the most convoluted one yet.

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You leave the rest of the crowd and approach Tan Wuhan to greet him, and as he takes notice of you he seems surprised. His mouth hangs open for a moment before he says "This... you're here? And your cultivation is in the Middle Qi Emission Stage? How did you get injured so badly by a beast that weak before?" A few awkward moments of silence pass before he says "Nevermind, that was rude of me, it's a surprise to run into you again." You greet Tan Wuhan back and congratulate him on his breakthrough before following it up with a question. "How'd you go about your breakthrough, you said it happened earlier than expected, right?" Tan Wuhan smiles and says "Well, it's just one of those things you do by instinct. If I have anyone to thank it's my precocious little brother here, giving me a good motivation to get out of seclusion. Maybe anger is the best motivation after all. Anyways, I'll catch up with you a bit more while I eat later, for now I have a few things to say to my brother. Prince, you can stay here, I'll need you to help me talk some sense into this idiot."
You leave the room and after asking for directions make your way to a smaller, but still sizable room in another building. The room is mostly filled with tables of food and it seems the few contestants who were knocked out before have all come to by now. You...
>Get some food and wait for Tan Wuhan to arrive, you have nothing better to do.
>Mock Dong Cheng over his loss after being so arrogant, that was hilarious.
>Find Qiao Guo and Lan Xun, you agreed to work together before and maybe you can discuss how to go about that in the next trial.
>Find Qiao Guo and Lan Xun, you were getting along decently enough with them and may as well make some small talk.
>Find someone you haven't spoken to yet to talk to, you should try to make some connections while you're here.
>Find Qiao Guo and Lan Xun, you agreed to work together before and maybe you can discuss how to go about that in the next trial.
suggest we network among the more co-operative and well mannered people here.
>Find Qiao Guo and Lan Xun, you were getting along decently enough with them and may as well make some small talk.
Mention that we saw Tan Wuhan come in at the end and he has apparently reached his next stage Body Refinement Realm, and may be joining in on the later competition.

Then we try to network a little over food and snacks
>Find Qiao Guo and Lan Xun, you agreed to work together before and maybe you can discuss how to go about that in the next trial.
>Find someone you haven't spoken to yet to talk to, you should try to make some connections while you're here.

How big are those tokens?

Let's be honest those two will backstab us the second they got a chance.
But they don't know we know. We'll be ready.

Welcome to Galactic Federation.The setting is a universe where the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies collided much earlier than expected in our own universe.The collision of the two galaxies leading to something...strange,with numerous alternate Earths filling the galaxy and strange rifts to pocket dimensions opening as well as vastly strange alien races and species.Somehow civilization has endured and even prospered with numerous empires and nations arising all throughout the galaxy doing battle for the most complex or the most petty reasons.Out of this conflict the Great Powers,who had survived extragalactic invasions and terrible plagues,decided to form the Galactic Federation to stop the good citizens of our section of the galaxy from completely destroying one another.With rayguns,rockets,railguns and weapons of all sorts the Galaxy is a colorful place.With massive battleships duking it out like the men-of-war of old and races competing to get their HoloFlix to dominate the universe culturally and economically.YOU are one of those races among the stars,YOU their ambassador to the nations of the universe and YOU will lead your people to either destiny or destruction.Are you ready?

Rules for Civs,Shooting and Building:https://docs.google.com/document/d/14bXNTkfnNkDA30ZRW4Q8GSVtBBijkcLrlNSb3_8w5mk/edit?usp=sharing
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Rolled 91 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>he effortlessly blocks and counter strikes
>Karl calls for an official because obviously he or the warrior must be on some sort of drugs.In his case ones that impair his abilities
>But he laughs through the pain of the repeated blade hits and gets up and shakes the hand of his opponent
"You may have to teach me some of those skills sometime and I must say that after facing the armor that you wear it does not seem very silly at all.Good show sir."
> the official explanas that the guard is not on drugs merely blessed by the chalice.
>they seem bemused by the question
"I believe that is three, you may not think it but i am impressed, i hardly expected you to put up a fight at all"
" you have the fighting spirit if not the skill, the latter can be taught not the former, you may join us in our daily sparring if you wish, we'll make a knight of you yet"
I'm annoyed by the waste of resources of your MNC, if they do want to conquer the planet they should stop beating around the bush with hired guns and criminals
He's dead, that's the official stance of the Kingdom at least
>Harginold leaves the ship with a grumpy and slow walk, air feels electrified near him as he eyes the battle
So close to the temple
>A womanly voice is heard in his head as a faceless being waves at him
"Good morning ambassador, my name is Mala'Katan, the ambassador of Hekateran Kingdom"

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It appears that you've managed to set off a massive supernatural upheaval - it's a lot like trying to have a peaceful little 'coming out' session with your folks, and then a Gay Pride Parade busts down the door and turns the whole house into a queer house party and your dad ends up taking it in the ass from a transvestite by the end of the night while your mom watches from the affectionate arms of three gorgeous lesbians.

Not that anything like that ever happened to you, but it's really the only analogy that fits the situation.

The plan was simple, almost sane: assault the magic rats' pocket dimension tonight while supernaturals on earth suppressed any nearby rats so they didn't cut their girls' contracts while your forces mopped the boss of the rodent organization.

Kill the rat god before he can crash the universe, and make sure to have cleanup forces on earth so the rats and magical girls there didn't cause too much trouble.

Good, simple plan.

Even if it involved calling in every favor you could beg, borrow, or steal.

Unfortunately, it seems like several of the factions who got called in (or the people they mentioned the situation to) decided to jump the gun. An existential threat to the universe itself is a good rallying cry. Rescuing girls trapped in Faustian bargains with a race of magic rodents is a great one. Mentioning to death gods that the rats appear to have hijacked the normal course of reincarnation was a good way to get them onboard. And wizards simply can't resist anything magical and interesting going on.

Then there were the ones who got wind that something was up, and came out of the woodwork. Lots of them have very old grudges to settle, or just want to take advantage of the chaos. Maybe they saw their old enemies were stepping into the light and decided to make a move.

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> Sure. We'll all forget this after its over.
> You know, I think I actually just started a world war for you.
> Decamp with expeditious speed.
I don't know why, but this phrase makes me giggle.
Could you please keep it in your pants for one fucking second?
>Sure. We'll all forget this after it's over
>I think the whole house heard that
Liska incoming
>Sure. We'll all forget this after it's over
>Decamp with expeditious speed

The only "help" we're gonna do with her "problem" is by throwing Shelby in a shotgun wedding with her and chained to the basement radiator with a bottle of gin.
>>Sure. We'll all forget this after it's over
>>You know, I think I actually just started a world war for you

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Now that Sir Paragon has formed a team of knights, and has gained horses for travel: The real journey begins.
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>The recently deceased memes
>>To the historical memes
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>>To the historical memes
Need a tie breaker
>To the historical memes

The wind howls throughout the dead plains, telling of a battle that is to come. And come it will, as you begin to outline four figures in the hills. You have perched yourself over the demon king's castle's gates like a harmless pigeon, but your appearance says otherwise in a sharp refute. Many years have you stayed in this exact spot, overseeing the scenery before you without any real change. Even after your lord's resurrection, you're still plagued by a monotonous atmosphere of being the final guard to his castle.

When the four figures get closer, your heart begins to race. It's a natural reaction to battle, but there's something more to it. In the group is a fair maiden, adorned with a wizard's cap and cloth, a long staff in her hand; the staff, though, is misused, the girl using it as a walking stick. The hard thing to swallow is that this is the hero's party, and conflict in imminent the moment you show yourself.

The leader of the group, which, of course, is the hero, pokes around at your gate. He talks to his comrades for advice, eventually concluding to blow down the apparatus itself. But before they start to go through with the destructive plan, you jump down from above to present yourself, greatsword drawn from its scabbard. You're not just any castle guard, but the final one: Ulysses, the Guard Dog

Immediately you state your name. In turn, the heroes brandish their tools for impending violence. "Why do you side with the demon king?!" their leader said, gallant in both style and speech.

> "Obligatory reasons."
> "His pay is generous. But that's when he's alive."
> "For battle. It's my purpose as the demon king's final guard and knight."
> Do not answer.
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> Ask if Baal has heard anything from Agarma
Going to sleep. Discussions are welcome as always.
>"If you meet that priestess again, give her my thanks for patching me up enough so that I didn't die."

Well, we gonna act as wingman to our bro Baal and set them up. Imagine the face of the ranger as our priestess pair up with another demon general. And while we're at it. Let's pair Agarma with Luther.
>very well, good luck in your endeavour. Just please be careful.
>do you perchance know the fate of the other generals?

Maybe we should bring Lizzie to the capital, sh deserves the praise and we can clear things with the heroes

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Congratulations, a large group of sailors, merchants, fighters, thieves, whores, and beggars, including all of you, have pitched in together to seek greatness. Through various loan negotiations, you have purchased a recently repossessed treasure ship. It is empty of cargo save enough rations for the crew for several months. All decisions are made not by a captain but by a vote of all crew.

You quickly have three offers for commission, first to 2 votes decides:

A.Transport various gifts, including three titan Elephants to a neighboring kingdom to the south, Alwall, ordered by the current city, Helleni. This comes at orders of the Duke.
Intel (lvl 1) This neighboring kingdom has been on poor terms with the current Duke. Sending gifts is unexpected.

B. Carry ammunition, supplies, and 300 cavalry troops to the front lines to the north at the behest of the military general.
Intel (lvl 1) This unit was only recently reformed after previously being disbanded as punishment for unknown charges.

C. Transport 1,000 political dissidents to exile on a nearby island at the request of the secret police.
Intel (lvl 1) The dissidents believe this to be a pleasure cruise.

Also, while coordinating the contract, you have time in dock to improve one aspect of the ship. All is currently lvl 1. First to 2 votes gets it.

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>5, 9
And later
7.Long range combat training

Pretty hard toss up between money, killing goat men, and magic elephant.

C. Reports speak of a strange sighting. Goat like men operating a stolen vessel to the south. A local tracker will pay you to take him to them. Strange he does not request the help of a smaller vessel, many of which are available.

4 and 6 if 6 increases the quality of housing, we need to boost morale here, otherwise 4 and 7.
3, 6

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Or, you did about an hour ago, and then you were tired, so you went back to sleep, but now you've woken up for real.

It's a pretty boring room. All that appears to be there is a MIRROR, some kind of HATCH on the floor, and a DOOR WITH NO KNOB.

Your HP is at maximum and your DP nearly minimum, so you're feeling pretty fine. You're not sure what they stand for but you know that HP is a general indicator of how close you are to dying, and DP is a measure of how in-touch with reality you are.

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Stab window mirror with sword
You stare VERY DEEPLY into the window.
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Are you really, 100% sure you want to that?

You have a feeling it's a long way down from here.
Believe hard enough that the window disappears
Guess we go through the down hatch


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The onix reared above you, blotting out the sun, casting you in the darkness of its shade, dirt showering off the rocky landscape of its hide. The stone python reared high above you, its weight looming, ready to drop and crush you. Your charmander coughs somewhere unseen. You grasp your sword, steadying your pounding heart, your shaking legs. An onix could kill a score of men with the sweep of its tail, level a castle wall with the slam of its body, smash a village to kindling in its passing rage.

A wrong move would be death and the end of the Oak princes. You steady your breathing, skin prickled with dirt and sweat. You ran cold despite the heat. The onix gave its inhuman roar. Your great-grandfather had fought and killed an onix in battle. You had been told the stories. It could be done.

But your great-grandfather had fought with his retainers and pokemon together. He had been the hunter, not the hunted. You felt sick and uneasy, from fear and from being thrown to the ground. You tried to remember how your fore-father had done it.

*A blow to the back of the head*

That was its weak point. But that was more easily said then done.

The onix began to move, the rocky grind of its segmented body scraping against each other. Once it started moving it would move faster than it would seem possible, the stone beast moving with a surprising speed. You had to time it right to escape being pulverized...

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Well that's ok, like I said I don't entirely agree with everything but I still see your what you're getting at. I'm sorry too, you were clearly into this and the fun got ruined for you and that sucks. If you do want to continue later I'd be willing to participate, if you want to try it on a different site there's a few options, if you're just done with it than all I can say was it was a good run while it lasted and I'm sad to see it go.

Good luck to you QM, you're a good writer.
This is my favorite quest since the Penismancer quest or NiggerQuest finally died off.
I understand.

DESU, really I was just going to inject my GFD fetish and make Violet into Lief's mommy gf so maybe it's for the best.
Doesn't sit right with me if the creator says no. I was thinking of running a sasquatch quest as my first anyway.
Most threads don't have this much criticism because they're usually pretty well put together and managed. They usually die because the QM has conflicting responsibilities and limited time/energy and a /qst/ thread is one of the easiest effortsinks to get rid of. It's only the shit ones that die to complaints, because they naturally attract more criticism by virtue of being shit in some regard.


Rolled 97, 95, 18, 48, 96, 5 = 359 (6d100)

The Fall was a long time coming, and when it happened only a few were caught totally unaware. Its ferocity, however, could not have been predicted. Civilizations that had stood for ages were wiped from the face of the earth in a matter of days, and the ground itself suffered wounds from the great powers unleashed upon it. But no one around now knows exactly how or why it happened, and the few that could tell the tale prefer not to. The Old World is gone, though its traces remain. The New World is a shattered husk of its old self. Once mighty cities are now overrun with monsters, bandits, and mutants...while the Wilds and the Wastes, with the terrible denizens in them, consume more of the world every day.

Even in this world, there are fools who seek to rebuild. Remnants of the Old World who sheltered the storm in underground bunkers emerge less and less frequently as time treads on. Occasionally wielding their ancient technologies to found a pithy empire, an attempt to regain former glory. More often they succumb to the things and bandit which now stalk the world. There are even descendants of average people who somehow avoided the horrors of the apocalypse, the hard-won lessons of their ancestors allowing them to survive and sometimes thrive even thrive in this harsh new world.

The only question that matter is...which path will you take?

Faction Choices will be supplied in the following posts. First to Four Votes will be locked in.

A Faction, HQ, Homeground, and (surrounding) Terrain must be selected before we begin. Fluff will provide background bonuses, and may net you special abilities or supplies not normally accessible at start (if you have a convincing backstory, that is).
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

Backing sorry gm had to go to work or I would have posted sooner!
Rolled 39 (1d100)

Well I would like to see if we can get those green bots. We'll just have to make do with cleaning bots. Probably not worth moving around to much.

>F. Explore
Moderately sized robotic maintenance facility, stocked with a small army of outdated cleaning-spec robots.

We can help cover man power with them and deal with the Heavy infestation of unidentified origin.

From there I think the outpost and move to gather new people. The auto scouting outpost should help us search for them. Assuming that's how they still work.
Rolled 51 (1d100)

gotta flip my vote
Backing the exploration effort
Rolled 27 (1d100)

Forgot to roll

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