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You were banished to the furthest reaches.

Scrap by shred, you knit yourself back together.

The lesson of your fallen master hardens your heart:

“All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.”

It is time again to open wounds in the world.

You are:
>The Dark Lord
>The Dark Lady
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>>4387947
>The Northlands. (Old allies. Old enemies. Wisdom to take.) Knowledge & Power
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>>4387947
>>The Eastlands. (Empire cracked. Hatreds to seize.) Armies & Logistics
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>>4387947
>The Eastlands. (Empire cracked. Hatreds to seize.) Armies & Logistics
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>>4387947
>>The Eastlands. (Empire cracked. Hatreds to seize.) Armies & Logistics
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>>4387947
>The Eastlands. (Empire cracked. Hatreds to seize.) Armies & Logistics

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You're a bored, 28 year old guy who can't fix his fucking sleep cycle so you decide make a shitty /qst/ thread.
Whats ur Job and general living situation?
Also what is the thread about.
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>>4388508
Job pays poorly and is soul crushing
General living situation is shitty and soul crushing

Threat about the glory of CHRIST our Savior
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>>4388508
Unemployed
Has some money from dad, who you hate. Lives modestly
Thread about piloting a space fighter in an eternal war against eldritch horrors.
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>>4388508

Things are looking up. Also why did they send Shareblue to /qst/?

thread is about a fake city with superpowered people.
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>>4388508
I'm 26. Decent job, six figure salary. Live alone. Severe insomnia. This thread is about finding a way to kill ourselves.
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>>4388508
Recently graduated from highschool, was excited about moving out but my college moved all my classes online. So I'm stuck at home for another year.

You are Alberich: maiden-rescuing knight, slayer of monsters, killer of men, familiar, possible relation to the Gods, and modern hero. You've seen your home destroyed, your friends and allies scattered to the winds, and yourself crippled, but you persevered through it all in the company of those who remain loyal. Today you intend to track down your sister, not so much out of a desire to see her as because she's the only person likely to be able to find your other compatriots.
On the night of November 13, 2019, you found yourself in a dimly lit stone basement, standing in the middle of a magic circle. You had been summoned as a Servant, a figure out of legend contracted after their death to fight alongside a magus for the Holy Grail. Unfortunately you are not a figure out of legend. You'd been the victim of a con, by none other than Judas Iscariot.
Since then, you've made your way through a chain of events even stranger than those you faced before becoming a Servant. You've lost one Master and gained another on the point of death. You've slain three enemy Servants and converted four to your cause. You've met, allied with, and betrayed the survivors of the last War: a family of magi dedicated to destroying the Holy Grail. You've discovered you were never really human, and have only been alive for less than a month. You've met the two others like you, formerly 'human' compatriots in the Akeldama's War who have since been transformed into Servants. You've fallen in love with Liliesviel von Einzbern, a homunculus at the center of the Holy Grail War whose desperate need and ephemeral beauty captured your heart. You've begun to walk the path of magical knowledge, and through the use of your Noble Phantasm summoned forth two impossible existences from the Reverse Side of the World: a phantasmal beast and a goddess. You've traversed the labyrinthine inner world of a former Goddess' spirit, and had your house blown up for your trouble.
Since awakening after that disaster, you've discovered the unexpected loyalty of your most recently acquired Servant, made contact with two of your scattered allies, met an old friend once more, healed yourself through a large-scale ritual utilizing the sacrifice of numerous bystanders, and finally tracked down Liliesviel just in time to save her from being killed by Assassin, who subsequently escaped.
None of the experiences on this strange, winding road have changed your goal. Whatever the purpose or origin of your life, and regardless of who stands in your way, there is only one path before you. You will take the Holy Grail with your own hands.
Four Servants remain to fall by your sword.

Archive of Previous Threads:
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Honestly I don't want to sound like i'm against investigating the dream but at the same time I don't fully trust it; on one hand the gods could send messages through dreams but why would she go through the trouble of obfuscating her appearance to us if she wanted us to trust her? Sure there is some talk of other specific gods being needed to send them or control their content but every source I can find also refers to the messengers, the Oneiros, as gods and not familiars or servants how she would be able to send one without them is beyond me but we've seen how accurate the Greek understanding of things was with the 'mirror' shield and it's up to Sweets on how true that is here. Even then the sender is under no obligation to tell the truth, they're fully capable of sending dreams full of lies to manipulate someone and, assuming it even was an Oneiros and not some third party involved, with another former Greek goddess in the picture we can't be fully certain it even was from Hecate.

>>4388190
>>4388023
I'll still give my support since without a scryer it is currently our only lead and could be worth a follow up, but only a fool trusts the words of message when they don't have complete trust in the sender.
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>>4387709
>>4387713
>>4388190
I'll change to this too.

>>4388410
Don't forget that Hecate had black hair when she was one of the gods of Olympus.
She made her dream appearance mirror her state of mind rather than her real appearance.
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>>4388410
>why would she go through the trouble of obfuscating her appearance to us if she wanted us to trust her?
I was thinking that's generally what she looked like before the other gods gave her bunny-ears and severe psychological trauma. Maybe in the past few days she's been recovering some of her strength? Couldn't hurt to at least ask Medusa if it's plausible. Way back when Circe said Hecate had canine features so it's not a 1-to-1 match but it might be something.
Sending messages psychically through dreams is also a groundbreaking method of communication that ought to be investigated now that we know *someone* has been doing it.
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>>4388475
Maybe all i'm saying is I still have my doubts about it, hair color alone isn't a strong case when dealing with someone in a format where they can appear in whatever form they wish, not when there's another AoG sorcerer and former goddess running around who could just as easily be sending it. There are others I could guess at if it's not from either of them but those're much more of a stretch.
I'll still support because Medusa and her sisters are the most unbiased help we could get on this, assuming it is from one of the former goddesses and always good to have another tool in our arsenal if we can figure out how to copy it.
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It's been another two days already, good lord.
My apologies, folks. This latest mini-hiatus should end tomorrow, I'll be able to write again then.

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The continent of Freyeal has undergone a metamorphosis brought on by some unknown force that awakens the dormant intelligence of the animals it holds.

Sometime later.


The initial chaos of the Awakening has settled unevenly across the land giving rise to tribes and small kingdoms while the others have descended back into their baser urges. Trying to find peace in a simpler way of life once more.

This is a quest for multiple players who will be playing as an awakened animal.

You will start off by choosing an animal of your choice.

Choose a name and a class

Martials


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>>4388028

"Then I wish you safe travels." Spark waited for the buck to leave, then headed towards the tree line. He stopped, then turned towards the grove. If the stories he heard in his youth were anything to go by, then staying to see what the spirit looked like would be worth the risk.
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>>4388028
Go to the lake and follow what others did. Croc is brave warrior. Croc adventurous. Croc still needs water.
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>>4388028
Inspect the town, Reynold wants to figure out what caused the deaths and how long ago.
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>>4387539
Nips shakes his head and moves forth with great trepidation. He steps on the snout of the Coyote and grips the scruff of the stooping individual.

"Alright, no good can come from us standing around. Lets get ourselves there and see what has become of your groundwater."

Along the way Nips inquires as to the backgrounds of the Coyote duo and their clan.
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>>4387652
Tom gracefully drops down from the tree and tells the mice, "well seeing as you have nowhere else to go and other predators will not be a kind as me you will just have to come with me."

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The air is knocked out of you lungs as you fall to the ground with a *thump*. You hear the chirping of birds and the hissing of a nearby stream. "What the-" You mutter.
A talking otter appears before you. "Hey." He says. "Good to see you."
"Who... are you? And, more importantly, why can you talk?" You demand.
"I'm Oliver," He responds. "And I can talk because you, too, are an otter."
"Yeah, right." You respond.
You totter to the river and what greets you is the reflection of a sleek, brown, furry animal. "I really am an otter!" You yell, jumping back. "Wait..." you mutter. "Why *am* I an otter?"
"You've been sent here by the God of something-or-other to fight an defeat the evil demon king." Olive replies.
You pump your fist (paw?). Although it may have been in unfavourable circumstances, you still fulfilled your life-long dream of being isekai'd. "So, what. Lemme guess." You exclaim. "Do otters have like superpowers? Can we level up fast?"
You shiver in excitement. "Nope," Oliver answers, crushing your dreams "We're just otters. C'mon, let's get you used to this body."

>train with Oliver
>try to find human civilization
>write-in
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Stay hidden
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>>4383847
>run for the forest
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>>4383847
>>stay hidden to watch the fight
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>>4383847
>stay and fight
Damn. And here I was hoping we could work our way up to be a Wizard's familiar so we get minor magical buffs.
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>>4383847
>>stay hidden to watch the fight

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The sentient mice struggle in the harsh world of predators and unforgiving seasons. Thus Mouse Knights were born. The mouse territories are troubled, weasels raid food caravans, cats and owls demand tribute, and poor mice fall prey to false idols. But Mouse Knights stay true to the One Faith, and fight for their territories and fellow mice.

You are one of these Mouse Knights. Roll 2d6 for each attribute. You may then swap any two attributes.

>STR: Physical strength and endurance
>DEX: Speed and agility
>WIL: Strength of will and charisma
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>>4386104
Every mouse knows as the day gets darker, more ouside dangers lurk and threaten their lives. Despite this, you convince the caravan to move during night.
>"You are right, Ser Nibbles! The owl is only so far away now!"
How will you travel through the forest tonight?

>With torches ablaze to light our path
>We will feel our way through the forest amd use our sharp instincts to lead us

You always can rest instead.
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>>4386170
>>With torches ablaze to light our path
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>>4386170
>You always can rest instead.
Lets not push ourselves
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>>4386249
+1
We're making good headway. Best not to get caught in some trap at night and get shanked
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>>4386249
>>4386688
We're a knight, we know how to fight. No point risking arriving late.

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This is an ASOIAF quest, centered around an OC house, taking place directly after the events of AFFC and ADWD. Before I get into specifics, we need to choose a starting point.

>Dorne
>The Iron Isles
>The Reach
>The North
>The Westerlands
>The Riverlands
>The Vale
>The Crownlands
>Beyond The Wall
>The Stepstones
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>>4382769
eh i consider the wine completed
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>>4387167
The most negative post in this thread is probably the one I made just before you replied. Not sure where you're getting "pissed off" from at all. Anons just started discussing other quests because you left without a word after 1 post.
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>>4387237
more just dissatisfied with ASOIAF quests being jettisoned without much fanfare, I didn't want to awkwardly waddle back in but I figure i might as well rip the band-aid off
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>>4387237
Just run.
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>>4387339
Meant to reply to this >>4387167

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This is a quest meant for multiple players to fill out that dragon subtype roster rainbow. You will be playing as juvenile dragons of the d&d variety living in an offbrand fantasy world, The player dragons will each be active in the world and nothing in principle will stop them from finding and interacting with each other(I in fact encourage it). These dragons will be hatched as character creation framin and then timeskipped to the current time where the adventures of their juvenile age range enter player control. That awkward dragon puberty zone where they are not mighty enough to dominate all nor weak enough to be below notice. The biggest source of lore and rules that this quest will draw on will be the 5th edition rules+the dragonomicon book which I read through with great enjoyment. A great number of the dragons to be found here in the overworld are lifted strait from that book.

One thing I should probably clarify now is the matter of draconian racial traits. I want for you would be players actually earnestly try to be faithful to your character's dragon race. If you want to grow your character in some way(which I always assume a player rightly wants) it better not be jarring out of nowhere choice. It will take a *very* good and long time coming series of events to make me accept a jarringly out of lore action. A red dragon rescuing a princess as some moral choice for example. The main reason I'm bringing this up now here and now is that I'm a merciless old fart in the age old battle of roleplay(good) vs rollplay(evil)

Stats are a simplified and thing here and you shouldn't worry about them. Successes and failures on roles matter more. Roll 1d100 on any given action you take.

Please give a background that goes beyond the dragon just being that particular draconic subspecies. (I would point to the Dragonomicon lore book as something of a good source of examples of dragon backgrounds). Also, Please be orderly by putting your character name above your posts in future posts if only for the sake being an offhand for me to go on in keeping track of the cast. Player death can happen. Do dumb and you'll die dumb.
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>>4385916
>A shining and brilliant Silver
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>>4385916
>A vivid and impressive Red
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>>4385916
>>A rich and striking Blue
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>>4385944
You are Namhias twin of Pamhias

Your age is 40 molts.you were born in the summer of 1130 in the month of landthrive.As you understand it you were first found by adventurers as part of an egg clutch trio and were divided along the way by the workings of barter. You and your dear twin sister fell into the household of a northern king of the name Fusvudr who's court is where you've spent your days being fostered by the humans you now currently advise from your specially commissioned perch atrium atop one of the peaks overlooking their city. Your sister has broken your heart by abandoning the humans seemingly altogether and in such a critical time to! The old king has fallen to bad health and his son of 7 molts has taken the throne in his place. The kingdom is simmering in crisis and you don't actually know what to do about it.


>>4385955
You are Pamhias twin of Namhias.

As you understand it you were first found by adventurers as part of an egg clutch trio and were divided along the way by the workings of barter. You and your dear twin brother fell into the household of a northern king of the name Fusvudr. It has been many years diligently giving council to the late king and his youthful successor Fusvudr ll You have grow disillusioned with the wasteful use of yours and your brother's continued presence in the limelight. You wished to leave that place for some higher calling than having humans use your vast well of wisdom to review the authenticity of suspected artifact forgeries and the flaunting at public events. You've left the suffocation of the court to kinship elsewhere. Perhaps you may uncover what became of the third of your siblings.
>>4385966
You are a graprov- "bitterburn" in the tongues of the lesser creatures that scamper across the earth.


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>>4386785
>>4385994

You are a female Blue dragon named Daudhir, you are 33 molts of age and are already the bugoning master of all you survey.
You emerged from your egg in the sands of this place and have roamed here your whole life. you love the feeling of the hot desert sun and the cold sands at night. When not basking on a sun-warmed rock, you're skimming low over desert sands shimmering with heat and imparting tariffs on anyone who you encounter in these dunes. Your free-ranging lifestyle has grown problematic in recent years as you've attempted to find a compromise to your need for hoarding collected treasures and your wish for vast territory by way of littering the desert with treasure stashes. Thieves strip these stashes on the regular and there's nothing you can do about it....at least for now.

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You wake in a medical bed with all sorts of noises going on around you. There’s a pain in your chest and leg and remember that you’ve been shot twice. Not a very pleasant experience but one you’re becoming all too familiar with unfortunately.

“Glad to see you’re finally awake Radiant.”

A familiar voice greets you as you shake off what remains of the fog in your head. It’s Ms. Fathoms and her ever present bodyguards.

“You managed to deliver the package in time and against the odds! I knew I picked the right one! What talent!”

You try to move and are immediately rewarded with a sharp searing pain and decide to stay put for now. Noticing your pain, Ms. Fathoms motions for you to stay where you are.

“Calm down, we’re taking good care of you. Of course, we may have to talk payment at some point.” Her eyes glint dangerously. “It was on our clock so it shouldn’t be too much, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

That just makes you more nervous about the whole thing going on with Sutherlund Industries. This was only your second job but it almost killed you to deliver their package. At least you got it here in time, whatever it was
“Just take some time and relax! Our medical facilities here are some of the best in New Light, we’ve already taken care of the wounds. I think you’ll find them to heal quite a bit faster than normal.”


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>>4385873
Supporting questions.
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Still about, OP?
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>>4388553
I live, just busy. I apologize, next good day should be friday. I might get an update or two in before then though.
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Did a quick sketch and thought of a good name for one of our bikes.
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>Write in
Go into detail about what the 24 hour access means. Is it just being on call, or are they going to start selling footage of our life and shit?

You are the new master of a dark mansion in Hunedoara County, Transylvania, Romania.
This cursed mansion once belonged to your estranged uncle, a sexually depraved man shrouded in mysteries.
Terrible things have happened here and terrible things will happen again.

Link to first thread: >>4363798
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The gloomy black haired maid
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>>4386225
>>4386229
>>4386232
>>4386238
>>4386998
>>4387194
>>4387917
>>4388379
>>4388682
This thread got permasaged so we'll continue on a new thread.
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>>4390786

Just continue it, most threads run till they're on page 10
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>>4390788
Feels a bit weird to bump a week old thread but I guess I'll do it from next thread.
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>>4390825
New and probably final thread: >>4390787

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Even after a long training session with Jordan, you still felt as if you needed an edge to overcome Ivan and his mysterious second team. Unfortunately, the quest for power was interrupted when you fell prey to a thieving Misdreavus who kidnapped Armo and fled the scene. Using all of your resources, you managed to track down Armo’s ball to a luxurious hotel which dwarfs nearly every building in the city. With a limited roster and another blackout sweeping over the metropolis, things only become more complicated when you discovered that you aren't the only one with plans to infiltrate the hotel.
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>>4390400
>Send out Roseae

“Alright Roseae, you’re up!” You say, selecting the Bud Pokémon as your first pick. She seems to have a clear idea of what’s going on this time around.

Ivan barely holds back a chuckle in response and takes a Poké Ball from his belt, sending out a ferocious looking Pinsir onto the field. “I’m sorry to say that you won’t be facing any worthy opponents in this battle, Pinsir. If nothing else, this will be a good warm up for the rest of the day.”


>Attack (Absorb)

>Set Up (Growth/ Stun Spore/ Sleep Powder)

>Block

>Dodge

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>>4390424
>Set Up (Sleep Powder)
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>>4390424
>Set Up (Sleep Powder)
>Dodge
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>>4390424
>Set Up (Sleep Powder)
>Dodge
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>>4390424
>Set Up (Sleep Powder)
>Dodge

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Ey.

So my name's Yorick. It's nice to meetcha. So I was wanderin' around the big spooky castle I was sorta-kinda born in, like, and I fell off the roof (Where I usually make my home-place, yeah?) and there's all these dudes coming at the castle and whatnot. Mister Lord Necksuckery seems to have it all in hand, you know, and so I was lookin' around for something to do. I was kinda close to kickin' around my skull some - my usual idea of a good time - When, uh...
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>>4385763

>MY SICK-ASS FRIEND FROM THE CAVES
>THAT GOBLIN WITH THE SPOON OF FIRE
>AXE ARMOR, WHATEVER, THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE
>FISHGUY, HE'S GOT NOTHING IMPORTANT TO DO
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FISHGUY! He has a pitchfork!
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>>4385765
>MY SICK-ASS FRIEND FROM THE CAVES
Stick with the homies
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Goblin with fire spoon is the only option, clearly.
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>>4385765
>>THAT GOBLIN WITH THE SPOON OF FIRE

You are Norman Trueshot, a hunter and occasional poacher. Your life thus far has been fairly ordinary, you make your living selling deerskins, furs and the occasional monster organ. Since yesterday however, you've been experiencing a powerful sense of deja vu. You have this vague recollection of the future events--a kind of foresight.

For example, right now you're sitting the Lonely Ox, a local watering hole and you see Brandine, the lovely freckled barwench whom no one in town has been able to conquer, rebuffing the flirting of yet another admirer and you know somehow, that she's going to throw a mug of cider in his face. That seems obvious enough right? But you also know exactly what she's going to say afterwards. "If I wanted to get fucked by a pig, I'd visit your mother!" She has a mouth on her, that Brandine. Next, the piggish gentlemen in question is going to get rough. And then you'll get to watch Brandine's shiner change colors for the rest of the week. As for the swine, he's going to get a crossbow bolt straight through his chest and face, courtesy of a mysterious stranger sitting two tables away feasting on every dish the Ox has to offer. Because the hog is the cousin of the local Baron, his death will inspire an investigation resulting in hanging of the mysterious stranger, Brandine and the owner of the Ox to boot. A real shame since you like the cider here almost as much as Brandine's company.

Of course, none of this has yet happened. Brandine is still just talking. The baron's porky cousin is still just flirting. The mysterious stranger is still pecking at his food. But could it really play out the way you've foreseen?

>Wait and see what happens
>Intervene on behalf of Brandine
>Intervene on behalf of the baron's cousin
>Write-in
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>>4384220
>Meet with another Arcanist to learn Enchantment, the art of imbuing objects with charged mana
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>>4384220
>Go to the Colisseum for combat training
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>>4384253
>>4384296
Changing my vote to Coliseum so as to break the deadlock. We should go spear/shield for survivability.
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>>4384220
>Go to the Coliseum to get combat training
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>>4384220

>Go to the Coliseum to get combat training

It's been four whole days since your master was killed. The customary period of mourning has passed, yet Nanna, the youngest of the disciples, still wears white robes of grief. As the eldest of the disciples, you know you should scold her for such impropriety. It's difficult however, because you have known Nanna since childhood, and especially because the master--whom you all have grieved, even Anagaral (though he tries to hide his tears by throwing tantrums and yelling at the servants)--was also Nanna's father.

Yet, as you find her now, sitting in the garden, her hooded shawl covering the golden curls of which she was once so proud, and her tears clinging to her eyelashes like dew, you feel you must take some action.

>Try and cheer her up with good humor, as you did in the past
>Gently scold her, to appeal to her pride and her sense of duty
>Yell at her; if she's angry at you, at least she won't be sad
>Write-in
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>>4382619
>Put a stop to this, restrain Nanna bodily

That's a well written quest
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>>4382619
>Put a stop to this, restrain Nanna bodily

This is between us and Anagaral, not fair for Nanna to suffer for it.
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>>4382619
>Air your disapproval and tell Nanna to stop
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>>4382619

>Air your disapproval and tell Nanna to stop
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>>4382619
Probably dead but

>Put a stop to this, restrain Nanna bodily

We don't have to like the guy, but we have responsibility for his safety, at least while he's within our authority. We can't let whatever this is escalate.

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It was morning in Wossehnalia, long blue shadows cast far beyond the city by the rising sun, from its scant towering nods to being a beyond any neighbors in this land before it became the Republic of Mittelsosalia. Once, warlords would come to lavish parties here, hosted by an eccentric demigod of wealth who sought to be a true noble, something he thought was the only thing money could not buy. These same warlords were now officers, and their men an army, but there were no parties here to attend. What they had gathered for was an inspection- preparations made with no joy, but a hint of dread. Very few knew what they had been making ready for, but the scale of it all frightened any who bothered to think about it, as it was beyond anything they’d seen or experienced in Sosaldt.

The Army of the Republic had changed little since its earliest days, as far as its vagabond appearance went; but the best vagabonds back then were now the standard across thousands. When the ill-practiced formations were called, despite the stumbling and cursing, there was not a man without the brown and black uniform, without the floppy brimmed cap marked with the Dawn Star of Liberty, the Diadem constellation around it on the flag it was abstracted from. The banners had steadily unified to the modern flag of the Republic, and whilst the change might not have looked impressive on the surface, the universal scale of it had been quite an achievement.

The Minister of the People hoped it would be enough. Her more relevant title of Commander in Chief was ever more relevant but now more than ever, but none would be intimidated by the “Commander” of an unruly mob, which was what Mittelsosalia’s army had been forged from for better or worse. This was all she had now. This was all she was in the world. Like nothing before, she couldn’t afford to screw this up.

The Ellowian Government in Exile, and the High Command that dictated strategic aims in their name, wanted to prepare for longer, to drain Mittelsosalia of what they could to have as much strength as possible for when they took their country back. Signy could understand why, Mittelsosalia might as well have been an upstart bandit kingdom as far as most of the world was concerned, but she refused to be treated that way. Her name, her father’s name, wouldn’t be a stain in history, remembered as some other power mad warlord whose realm collapsed under them. No, she had risen to this place in victory, and victory was again what she’d seek. Ellowie would be forever indebted, and Mittelsosalia legitimized as an ally of liberty, a bastion of Republican dreams in the world.
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Whatever we choose I'd also like to add on getting our mortars to do a brief bombardment of Hill 22. Hopefully that should suppress any Twaryians if there really are any up there.
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>>4390709
They'll be unsuppressed as soon as the bombardment lets up.
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>>4390724
If there really is people up there when we make our assault we can just suppress them again. Or just fire smoke on the hill so they can't see crap.
Tanq do our mortars have any white phosphorus rounds?
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>>4390733
Also it's going to be nightfall soon so unless they use flares or lights (which WILL give away their position) their visibility is going to drop pretty fast.
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>>4390738
Btw this is an advantage to hitting the railroad - we can use it as a guide to retreat in the dark.


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