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The world is rotten. It was always in a cycle of decay and regrowth but as of the past few generations there has been no resurgence, no fertility, no means to make a living as one use to. Forests now lay as barren wasteland, rain hasn't been seen for many cycles, and worse yet rumors of the 'original rots' have been cycling among realm denizens. Rot comes in many forms, and all is a means to cull the world of life in an attempt to jumpstart the cycle once more, all save the latest rumors. A new form of rot that cannot be seen, smelled, or felt until it has already claimed life. This unearthed rot is referred to as 'death rot' for that is all one can describe it, or so the merchants surmise. Speaking of peddlers, when was the last time the hive saw one passing through?

>Skirmish games are a form of collaborative effort not only between processor and the thread, but also between one another in an attempt to fulfill a story and explore the world 'board' set before them by the QM. Fight, loot, craft, and enjoy company while attempting to survive harsh environments and impossible to complete tasks by taking advantage of rules established throughout the course of play.

This story begins in a dying nest named 'Dry Hive'...
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ill grab rounds if i can from my location otherwise im waiting

>continue waiting

[H3] Leafy Lv1
[STR 1]|[POW 2]|[BLK 0]
[ARM 0]|[VIS 5]|[HP 4/4]
|> 3 > 2 >- 1

•Held: Cricket R3 3/3 [stone]
•Worn Simple Cloak

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Trades and exchanges made during preparations. Some questionable decisions are made, but only the future will tell their worth.

[world phase]
[processing... delayed]
Running the risk of burning out on the game, so I'm going to be taking the weekend off. Action phase will be posted on Sunday.
Take it easy, QM!
Have fun with your weekend break qm!
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See you later QM, rest well.

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You're an egg, on an asteroid, floating in the depths of the void. From within you your shell, you only have the vaguest concept of what's going on around you, and a slightly above animal intellect to understand it with, but you know 1 thing. You know you're very, very hungry.

(Remember you can always Write-In, must choices will get an hour for voting)
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Genestealer cult, eh?
Rolled 32 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

Rolled 91 (1d100)

You now have a cult. You've convinced all of them to various degrees. You have dispersed them back out to their homeless camps and alley.
>Biomass 10
>Land 4
>Build things
Going to sleep

Were you to travel the stars, across this vast universe, no doubt tales of a mighty warrior race would reach your ears. Many speak of the Saiyans with awe and wonder, marveling at their power and aspiring to become like them. Others speak in hushed tones, of the fear and despair in facing the warrior race in battle. But one thing all agree on, is that standing against the might of the Saiyan race would spells certain doom. Many have tried, several going as far as to invade the Saiyan’s homeworld of New Salda. Yet every invasion has failed, defeated by the Saiyans and their most powerful warriors: the golden-haired Super Saiyans, and the green-haired legend who leads them. But once more they march, leaving their home behind and advancing into the heart of their enemy’s territory. Which side will triumph, and who will perish?

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, the story of an alternate timeline in the greater Dragonball world. Currently it is Age 749 and you the players control Karn: once an ordinary Saiyan warrior with a meager powerlevel of 2,830. Throughout your many adventures, the “Dragon of New Salda” has grown into the radiant symbol of Saiyan might. Now as a PTO general with a powerlevel of over 34 million, and close friend and confidant of Lord Freeza himself, Karn has become one of the strongest beings in the entire universe.

Character sheets and other info:

Quest rules are as follows:
>20 minute voting windows from posted time, pick ONE option when voting(unless otherwise noted)
>Dice rolls are all best of three, only correctly rolled dice pools will count
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails count -only- if no roll passes the DC, or if two different 1s are rolled which will OVERRIDE even a critical success, resulting in a catastrophic crit failure
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged

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>Doomguy’s heard of you killing Trigon
Speaking of, how does Trigon compare to the Icon of Sin?
Trigon was the number two strongest, and Dabura’s still number one. The Icon of Sin isn’t on their level
It’s almost time! Oh, and I made a few changes to the rules, so make sure you give those a look when we start
Alrighty, will do
It’s time!

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You are Sarena Rosenberger, a Jewish pizza hostess who months ago graduated high school and lived a relatively plain life. Due to a series of unfortunate events you unleashed the mystical essence trapped within your family heirloom. A grimoire knew as the Book of Tehom. Binding the primordial monstrosity of chaos and culture hero deity of order to your very being. In the process, your body was morphed by The Source, an infinite coalescence formed from both Aether (Mukhlát/Absolute) and the Abyss (Tehom/Celestial Ocean), turning you into a demihuman/goddess.

Harnessing the Pleroma on your fingertips, you call upon those words to transform into Pantheona, the divine avatar of the two cosmic forces residing inside your soul. Serving as the bridge between the natural world and the otherworldly spirit world, you slowly come to understand your placement as time goes on. After befriending both Shekhina and Tiamat, effectively balancing the two entities and achieving true duality does your additional role as balancer & warrior emissary of Order & Chaos as the "Galactic Angel of Retribution" come to the surface.

Although far from truly inheriting the title, you adjust to the responsibilities entrusted upon you as you’re thrust into the metahuman lifestyle. With a can-do spirit and spunk/moxie, you dive into the world of capes. Partnering up with several other superpowered individuals alongside obtaining a familiar named Anamaria Drăculea (Asherah & Lilith), you're on your way to becoming apart of something bigger than yourself. A superhero team, the Teen Titans.

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Nice try but I saw your previous rolls

[Deleted] Anonymous (ID: yTu0QRHe) 11/22/20(Sun)11:14:43 No.4544714
Rolled 28, 11, 2 = 41 (3d100)

>>4543567 (You)
[Deleted] Anonymous (ID: yTu0QRHe) 11/22/20(Sun)11:15:45 No.4544716
Rolled 60, 25, 10 = 95 (3d100)

>>4543567 (You)
Rolled 52, 78, 88 = 218 (3d100)

In spite of that, I believe I got a fitting dilemma is I'm going to count the rare luck in the third bunch here along with the previous luck matches for bonuses but I'm supercharging the nat 1 for cheating in the next thread.

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Page 10, chief; going to go ahead and archive this for you, assuming you don't beat me to the punch.
Never mind, looks lime someone beat me to it, lol.
Already took care of it days ago. But anyway, as I wrote the interaction with Ababy I came to realize that she is basically The Shadow from Supernatural.

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The Great War. The single conflict that out-shadowed all others at the beginning of the 20th century. With the height of technology at this turn from the 1890s, the armies of the world beside a scant few were not adept for the new warfare of the new era. Within even the first 150 days, already 1,000,000 troops have perished in the break-out after Austria-Hungary's initial proclamation of war against the Kingdom of Serbia and the subsequent alliances that were activated web after web.

Among this brood of dead lies you, Henry Alan, a Private of the British Expeditionary Force mobilized after the declaration of war against Germany after its shirking of the 1839 Treaty of London with the invasion of Belgium. You fought in Mons and at the border between France and Belgium. Quickly as to not let them have respite after the Battle of Marne, the Allied forces of both the French army and BEF lead an offensive against the retreating German army.

From there you died by machine gunfire at the First Battle of Aisne, along with your entire platoon. This however wasn't the end.

Soon after you had risen from a strange "cocoon" of somesort and find yourself a ghost after rising from it. You rescued your friends and the rest of your platoon, only to find that even in death the conflict staggers on as you were all ambushed by German troops. After it was dispatched with heavy fighting, the platoon with some of the captured German POWs march to the still living base camp of their comrades beyond the Shroud of death, with many more ghostly restless making it to the camp aswell.

Now you left relatively to your own devices for now as no one knows what to do next in death. As of now you set to figure out the reason why you feel so "drained" all of a sudden- though admittedly you had used some mysterious ability gained from the condition of your demise that may have drawn from your "energy".
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Not for immediate consideration, but we should consider organizating ourselves to scavenge for relics and try and save the others from a similar fate. Build up a bit of an organization or order, so to speak.
Just read the first thread, interesting so far.

Fitting for what we know right now.
>>Tell them your leaving
>Scouting to get the lay of the land; my own initiative

> Howdy Y'all. Hoping to run a 40k guardsman quest. First we will be developing the regiment. I'm knowledge of the lore isn't a 100% perfect so expect some mistakes here and there.

A cold sharp breath brought you back to your senses, then was knocked from your lungs the moment you kissed the rough ground. Sending pain up all along your already sore body. Face, arms and knees all landing badly, it did little to help recenter your senses. For a fleeting moment your mind had been cast to some distant eden, a tranquil embrace that left you wanting more as you stirred. A gold lit landscape had been there, the sun high above blindingly ablaze as it rained down such a serene light. You had sat within a wide sweeping meadow, fields of vibrant grains and flowers each grew wild swaying freely in the cooling wind. You were far from any war and far from the horrors of life. Sitting cross legged your hands had reached out absentmindedly, snapping free a tuft of the nearest flowers.

The beautiful thing had long and thin petals, twisting from a deep almost black red at it's heart that evenly bled into a sharp yellows at the tips. You smiled softly content somewhat. But it was gone, all you had was the war now. Through your shocked squinting eyes you watched Guardsman Sulumon twist and dance ahead. Swaying in the wind as flames flashed across his body, you knew the black burning figure was Sulumon. The poor bastard had been carrying the unit's flamer, the back mounted canister was busy spewing out gouts of fire into the sky. It dawned on you the two figures that writhed about at his feet were Guardsman, When and Gurge. You'd beaten them at dice only a few hours ago. You groaned as more feeling and awareness returned. A few bodies dropped beside your own, other guardsmen screaming and shouting as the fired their Lasguns ahead. One rolled you over, pulling you further into the crater you had landed in. You watched their person as their lips moved, their face was a blur you couldn't distinguish. Flickering in and out of focus your eyes could settle only on one thing. You both wore the same uniform.

>The Figure wore the distinctive uniform of?

>The Imperial Guard: A true regiment, drilled and competent in their service.

>The Planetary Defense Force: A reserve force trained to defend their home.

>A Penal Legion: Scum, criminals, murderers and far worse.

>Militia: Brave enough to defend their world without training or proper equipment.

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Should I start panicking, sir?

*shots fired in the distance*
>Head East to the aqueduct systems facility
"Men! If we should die, it means nothing in our eyes if we spite the enemy doing it!"
Yes, we shall look for a replacement commissar.
So QM seems to have ditched or died, anyone want to take over?
such a shame. It was really shaping up to be great.

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So guess what? Another QM died and looks like this quest is being taken over by me: the Third QM! I will be continuing the story but other than that have fun.
Now back to your regular scheduled programming.

approximately one year ago, there was a solar eclipse and, during that period of darkness, Pokemon appeared upon the Earth. It took only a small period of hysteria before people embraced the Pokemon and, within months, the first Pokemon Tournament was held in Tokyo, Japan. You are Andrew Gwan, a broke 18-year-old living with his mother in New York City. After graduating high school, you decided that your goal in life would be to become a Pokemon trainer and win the 2nd Annual Pokemon Tournament.

After exploring the NYC sewer system, you found and captured a family of Rattata, a mother and two children: Momttata, Sonttata, and Dauttata. After the discouragement of losing your first two battles, you beat an old priest’s Whismur in a friendly match. After the match, you accepted the priest’s offer to teach you the secrets of Faith Healing your Pokemon through Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

After winning many battles afterwards we found a tournament and invited our Japanese friend who dresses up as Ash and speaks god awful english to team up with us. After a few fights, a few close calls and a Grimer who tanked every damn hit, we managed to win the whole thing!

>316 days until the start of the World Tournament.
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Your welcome
Great Story
New Thread tomorrow

New thread boys and girls

The Cold War turned hot as the United States and the Soviet Union sought each other’s destruction in the hellfire of atoms! A Nuclear World War! The bombs have seemed to have stopped, after two whole days of increasingly intermittent strikes, but the survivors will now have to contend with … the Collapse.

Your name is Reginald Mantle; you are a homesteader and junk collector/peddler who moonlights as the Animal Control Officer for Debouche, a relatively isolated lakeside community in Northern Maine. One of Debouche’s leading citizens, and its wealthiest (year-round) resident, Erwin Parasol, figured out that the Nuclear World War was imminent, and invited you into a small group of citizens, most of them members of Debouche Public Safety or the Piscataquis County Sheriff’s Office, who sought to pool their resources and skills to survive any disruptions that would follow the strikes.
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Dw QM, first come first. Also, can I ask off-rol, we gonna administrate the "taxes" or they will be contextual actions? I mean: we gonna choose what to give and what to keep, the amounts and the ppl assigned to each job in the homestead and for scavenging or all gonna be automatic and only make a choice of pay or not the tax requested?
Have the National Guard tried contacting the Group and what's our policy toward them, if any?

“After Carter ran out on us, have we heard or seen anything from the Guard?” It is almost certainly psychosomatic, but as you ask about them, your wounds, especially the salvaged remains of your left testicle, pulse with this warm, tingling pain. Parasol seems to pick up on some of your discomfort, and his voice takes on a noticeably reassuring tone. “Nothing – nothing at all from them, thankfully. On that note, I don’t know if anyone mentioned it to you yet, but it is unclear if Carter actually was ordered to arrest our members or he simply took it upon himself as a way to brownnose … to prove his worth to them. I bring this up, because it means that we have no idea what exactly the Guard’s policy is towards our group, or anyone else trying to do what we’ve done here. Hell, you’ve probably have a better idea than any of us.”

“I mean – I really don’t know if I can give you much to work with as far as their long term plans against us, but I can say that they have seriously loosened their rules of engagement – shoot first, ask questions later … that sort of thing. If there is some sort of defense meeting, or another confab for your inner circle, I’d be willing to give a formal report. Though I might need a bit of time to compose it.” Parasol nods along, and after consulting a small stenography notebook in his breast pocket, he mentions that there is going to be another meeting of the inner circle tomorrow at dinner time; the first time everyone is going to be together under one roof at the same time – perfect for you to be debriefed and to get caught up on any lingering questions.

After telling him you will be sure to make it, you ask one more question on this topic before segueing into another; “More out of curiosity than anything else, is there some sort of standing policy for dealing with the Guard, hostiles, suspected hostiles, whoever … I mean, do we have our own rules of engagement yet?” While Parasol takes a moment to tactfully couch his answer, Bean beats him to the punch. “We don’t have anything written down on paper yet, but the general understanding, as far as ROE is concerned is to ‘shoot enemies’. And as for long term plans – currently there really isn’t anything, but the hope is we’ll cook up some long-term strategy tomorrow.” Parasol doesn’t correct Bean, nor does he have anything to add, indicating that this is more or less an accurate assessment of the current position.
Are the other Orbital farms expanding to meet the food needs come summer?

“Okay … moving on then. Besides mine, how many other ‘Satellites’ are dedicated to food production?” Parasol sighs and shakes his head. “Currently, none. We’re planning on getting other farms and foraging ‘Satellites’ set up, but currently, the only sources of food we have set up is whatever we get from internal trade, scavenging operations … and whatever you can make. And I don’t mean to pressure you, but of the three, your homestead is the only one we have right now with any long-term potential. Of course, we’re doing everything we can to get this stuff set up and productive, but the threat of Firebugs or just outsiders is proving to be a pretty big stumbling block.

How does the labor pool look?

“How does the group look … you know, membership wise?” Parasol finishes off the last of his glass, and waves off Bean offer of a refill. “Well, I don’t have the exact demographics – which, now that I say it, is probably something I should know – but generally speaking, considering we recruited our membership primarily from a town known as an open air retirement community, surprisingly young and healthy. Most of the men are still considered to be of ‘combat age’, which is good. The women – I’d say the majority of them aren’t menopausal, but that is only worthwhile if anyone is still alive nine months from now. We got a lot more kids than I expected – most of our membership is in family units, but even still …”. He trails off for several-several seconds as a distant look comes over him. “Of course, there are a lot of kids that we didn’t take in.” After another several-several seconds, Bean offers him a refill again, and this time, Parasol accepts. As he drinks, Bean summarizes that membership is relatively young, and is taking adequate precautions to ensure their health and safety.

What are we low on, any salvage requests like fuel or food?

Trying to take Parasol’s mind off of the emotional burden of non-member children starving to death, you attempt to distract him with another question. “You mentioned that I could pay my ‘tax’ in salvage as well as food, so long as the salvage was valuable enough. What exactly does the group need right now?” Parasol seems to ‘come to’, so to speak, and looks at you over his glass. “More than anything else, we need food. That is what is going to be what makes or break us.” Well, hopefully, with the intelligence that Fleckkers stole from Prague Farmers Union, you will be able to track down enough.

>>4544845 To answer your question, my original idea was to have things done more manually; you need to pay x in 'taxes', your actual production this period is y, once you cover the 'tax' how do you distribute what is left. But I am worried that would bog things down. Not sure right now.
Give it a try QM, maybe we can do it without making a mess with everything. If I can make a suggestion, it manages a day in a number of work points / hour, and based on the number of hours an npc works on a task, it gets that many points from that work. Every x amount of points becomes y amount of resources for that job. And only the occasions that Mantle works directly is worked contextually + dice. Then based on the amount of and obtained, we have yH which would be the amount of resources we need to keep us operational and yT which would be the amount of resources to be paid in taxes. There we would decide how to manage the resources according to how much of what to give in taxes that satisfies the requested quota. Again, just a suggestion.
I used a system for this a couple of years ago ; essentially things were assigned priority and filled up in steps. some tasks were harder, some had bonuses/penalties for how much interest they were assigned.

essentially for each time unit, a number of progress was added with hidden random events influencing if anything else happened to the progress.

Your name is Noah Lee - straight C+ student, scrawny runt, and lover of old ballroom dance vinyls. After a chance encounter during detention, you discovered that you possess the mystical "Type O-alpha" blood-type, which marks you as...

Monster bait. No cool powers. No "chosen one" status. But apparently, if you bleed around the wrong people, they will explode into gigantic, reality-warping monsters known as "Dragons" and immediately try to kill you. Silver lining! Surviving a Dragon attack gave you magic powers - "Alchemy", the ability to enforce your intent on the world and reshape matter and energy, at the cost of some blood and calories.

After a fraught encounter with your teacher, who burst into a Dragon and attempted to kill you, you were saved by Kendra Shields (call her Ken), a gruff, battle-worn two-star Slayer for the Fraternal Order Of Dragon Slayers (FOODS). After being taken to the local FOODS chapter (located in a re-appropriated community center) so you could be healed of petrifying venom, you also met Dr. Rick Hyde, a one-star Slayer, class clown, jackass, and regular patch-you-upper.

After some discussion, you decided to let Ken train you in alchemy and self-defense against Dragons, although you haven't yet committed to actually joining FOODS.

The next day, you met with Josh, a popular sportsball player at school that somehow is your friend (and, less understandably, your only friend), who invited you to a party at his house on Friday while his parents were out doing parent stuff. Before you could talk more, the two of you were interrupted by Ken, who showed up to drag you along on a Dragon hunt so you could watch. After coming up with a pretty decent excuse for Josh, it was off to the races.

Ken, and another Slayer named Abigail Eriksdotter, both fought to kill an Orthrus-type Dragon (and along the way, Ken taught you a little bit about their internal categorization system for Dragons). While Abigail tended to the wounded person being targeted by the Dragon, Ken was delegated to the task of beating it to death with her sledgehammer, which she did - but not before using up all her energy through alchemy and collapsing on the ground. Moving as fast as you could when you noticed the nearly dead dragon's tail preparing to strike, you interdicted between the two, summoning five dirt walls in seconds in order to prevent it from skewering her, taking a pretty nasty stab in the chest in return.

After getting resuscitated by Dr. Hyde again, Ken stormed off, apparently mad that you saved her. You spent some time discussing the fundamentals of alchemy with Abigail, and then left once your mom told you to come home.

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>"Thanks! I built the house myself." [Joking]
>>"Thanks! I built the house myself." [Joking]
Enjoying this a lot as well. Nice take on urban fantasy.
No new thread tonight - a website I work on broke to SHIT and I'm gonna be up all night fixing it. Will try to archive and get a new thread up tomorrow.
Thread archived


I accidentally listed it as #1 again because I'm very smart. Gonna try and get that rectified.

New thread soon. Please feel free to upvote the thread on suptg if you've been enjoying the quest so far.
New thread time.


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Welcome to Fallout Nukaloha, a fallout inspired quest set 250 years after the Great War, in a post-apocalyptic Hawaii.

Surf-Rock, radioactive pirates, ghoulish hula dancers, mutated sharks, and all kinds of freaky shit wait for you here.

Let's start the thread with some good music, shall we?


And now, let's begin!
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I'll create a new thread shortly. I'm trying to archive this entire thread to Sup/tg/ but I'm having some trouble.
> Fallen Horizon might not be a paradise, but you are enjoying your life here. Daphne told you that her old shiphouse has been repaired and that the ship can now be used to explore the wasteland and its seas. The person that was living on the home has been instead been moved to Ethel and John's house's guestroom, without any increase in rent, which has been incredibly good for him because the guestroom is better furnished, closer to his work and Ethel will gladly do his laundry and prepare breakfast, dinner and lunch for him. Lucky devil.

Maybe before we go our own way again, we can ask if they have seen any suspicious ships. Any...enclave ships, perhaps? We haven't really seen them for a while after they fucked off. That or just any stories of towns being wiped off the map.
>> Honestly speaking, Fallen Horizon has disappointed you. It's not what you expected, and your relationship with Daphne is kind of strained and cold since she reunited with her parents and you two stopped living together. Perhaps its time to return with Saltgut and the rest, if only for a while.
Time to move on.

Wait, I'm creating a new thread, please vote there instead
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The Grail War continues, and you're in the middle of a dangerous negotiation.

You are Shinji Makiri, Ten years ago you suddenly found yourself with the memories of a complete past life that saw this world as a fictional story due to some unprecedented form of inter-dimensional transportation. Since that day, your new composite being has been working to change the grim future laid out for you.

To that end, you have done much, involving yourself with events and situations that have shifted the future away from the one that you once would have faced and instead onto one of uncertainty and chaos.

The Fifth Holy Grail War lies ahead of you, and the challenge and danger it represents to you, the people you care for and the world itself is far greater than you could have ever predicted. Though the grail might be corrupted and the war itself might be a sham, the stakes couldn't be higher.

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What fantasy lol?
What are you talking about
Honestly don't waste your time on him.
This guy is more retarded than you are.
It's like I can't do anything without you finding a way to argue with each other.
Why not?
Thread is dead. Quest is in a coma. Playerbase defends samefags.
What else is there to do?

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Your name is Joey Donuts.
You are Grel (half elf, half human}
You are a student wizard. You haven't picked your major and you're not licenced to use magic in areas owned by the Grand Ternion Unity.

You have SIX spells

Blast - Does 6d6+20 energy damage. -MP 20
Draw- Drain 10+2d6 mana from a target, providing they have mana -MP 5
Wrack - DO 10 damage to yourself to gain 12 MP -free
WIZARD HAAAANDS - Manipulate an object you can see but not reach. As strong as you are - MP 10
Douse - Extinguish any fire up to the size of a campfire , includes ignitions from matches and guns - MP 5
Hells Heart - Instantly double the damage of any attack (ranged, magical, or physical) by charging it with magic -MP 16
Earths Honesty - Tell if someone is lying about the thing they have just said. MP 6

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Donezo. The next thread will begin with you docked in Dunlivin.

I will put it up in 6 to 8 hours if things go as planned.
Thank you. I'll look forward to it.
we archived yet?
Naisu, see ya then chief. Thanks for running.

Looks like it.
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The northwestern province of Karyagia has been recently retaken by the Empire, following a plague that greatly weakened the local tribe, the Idari, longtime enemies of the Empire. Lost to barbarian invasions 2 centuries ago, and divided from the rest of the Empire by the Kar river. It stands as a poorly developed and underpopulated region, with great potential via the natural port of Haven, the largest town in the province, and silver mines near the provincial and Imperial border to the far north.
Small garrison forces have sent to secure the key areas, while settlers and merchants from the Empire have slowly started to stream north, taking prime land and developing the region. You have been recently been promoted to Imperial Commander of the newly reclaimed province, with your duty to the Emperor to strengthen its defences and guide it to a new era of security and prosperity.
How did you come to be promoted to Imperial Commander of a Province?(this choice will open up several sub-choices)

A. Politically connected- Your family is an old political dynasty that holds great estates in the Capital province and elsewhere and sat dozens of Senators and other senior political offices in the Empire

B. War Hero- While you may not have been born into one of the great Families of the Empire, you were able to win your new position with blood, skill and courage

C. Powerful mage- Mages have increasingly used their abilities to leverage themselves into power, particularly when the Empire is experiencing economic stagnation and large outside threats
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>C. Organize a joint expedition into the ruins with the nobleman and his mercenaries, splitting what you find(+1 relations with large landholders)
>C. Organize a joint expedition into the ruins with the nobleman and his mercenaries, splitting what you find(+1 relations with large landholders)
>C. Organize a joint expedition into the ruins with the nobleman and his mercenaries, splitting what you find(+1 relations with large landholders)
C. Organize a joint expedition into the ruins with the nobleman and his mercenaries, splitting what you find(+1 relations with large landholders)
>C. Organize a joint expedition into the ruins with the nobleman and his mercenaries, splitting what you find(+1 relations with large landholders)

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The year is 1888, seven years have passed since Erina left the lives of young Anna Anderton and those of her friends. Seven years of growing up and older, along side the likes of Jonathan Joestar, Dio brando, and Mirra barret. The rambunctious little girl, with hair as vividly red as the most brilliant of rose petals, and lively green eyes as fair as the tops of the eldest of woods, has grown into a young lady. Though perhaps lady would not be the correct word for one as wild and free as she herself remains. Even tempered by the years and the soothing effect of age, Anna Anderton remains as energetic and blithe as she was as a little girl only twelve years of age, and despite the hopes of her mother, her temper has continued to burn as vigorously within her as it always had, even if she has hidden it "better" than she did in her youth.

But despite remaining more the same than not, time and maturating will change even the freest and most willful of spirits, and seven years is a long time to change and mature indeed, even for one as stubborn and mulish as Anna.

For one cannot remain a child forever, and much like her peers, Anna herself began to walk down her own life in path, unaware of just how much freedom from fate she truly had.

While Jojo looked to the secrets of the past, and Dio delved into the intricacies of law, and Mirra herself...studied more obscure texts and passages than either of their shared childhood had the bravery or open mindedness to dare even read. Anna, despite her somewhat lacking intellect or stomach for learning, well anything, did overtime find something that could at least somewhat keep her interest enough for her to at least attend classes for. Something that had shocked even those closest to her by blood and by friendship.

What was it that had caught the interest of the girl with burning blood and an empty head?

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Oh and next thread will start on the 30th or 1st, to give myself sometime to plan the upcoming events and happenings in the quest, or at least have a general idea of what can and may happen.

And fix my sleep schedule...again
So how are we going down the mountain if we ripped each other's clothes to pieces lol
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>dio had bite marks over his neck and shoulders, some of them still bleeding. He had passed out in the throws of passions, unable to keep up with your endless energy and you...kind of didn't notice.
>you...kind of didn't notice.

tfw we raped Dio into unconsciousness.

based and pillerman pilled. Thanks QM rest up.
>Dio for stealing Anna's chastity, that is
You have it mistaken Anna stole Dio's chastity
Clearly, we kill a deer and fashion a pair of loincloths from its hide.

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The clanging of the metal wakes you up, you feel cold and damp. You hear your mom slam down the uhaul. You get out of the front seat, "mark! Help me with these boxes!" She barks in spanish. Your happy to be in america, you wish your brothers tour ended before you had to leave

After your done unpacking you go to meet kids outside. One walks up
>Hey! You a new kid?
>Mom forcing you out?
>Alright we'll come with me! Well go to the park!

>Don't go
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Sorry anons hot a headache, might continue tmrw.
Ask Mark: “what the hell is going on here? And where did you get a gun? And who were those kids?”
Demand Asian kid introduce you to his older sister

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