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They say there is two problems in Rus Lands – the Fools and the Roads. While first one is quite obvious, the latter is not not that simple. Besides the obvious problems, like bandits and poor maintenance, there is also many hazards on them – deceitful weather, dangerous wildlife, practically impassable terrains that ranges from noxious swamps to treacherous mountain trails, and just sheer VASTNESS of distances between settlements. This is mundane problems.

And there is something Strange and Weird that still lives in those poorly explored forests and in all kinds of hiding places. Under every nook and cranny you can find all sorts of creatures, and while not all of them are particularly hostile to a common man, they are not exactly benign either. And sometimes its not even a Weird Folk, but the places itself, unliving, yet alive, in its own Weird Way.

All of this combined sometimes makes a mere journey between one village to another from “rather difficult” to “nigh impossible”. Truly, its a fool's errand: to live on a road, giving up a comforts of the settlements, to pursue sometimes elusive, ethereal goals. Sadly, you are such a fool.

Those who says that there is two problems in Rus Lands are wrong: there is actually three of them – the Fools, the Roads, and the Fools on the Roads.

Your name is Fyodor Korobeinik, a mere travelling peddler, and its your job to traverse vast distances between settlements to trade, deliver news and mail, and, rarely, escort people. You wear a rather, but robust, simple clothes, as well a cloak and pair of the nice boots. You carry no weapons, preferring to deal with problems using a sharp wit and silver tongue instead. Your hand-drawn cart is rather small, but full of all kinds of goods: from rather mundane stuff, like pots, kettles and fabrics, to quite luxurious items, like tobacco, books and spices. You dream of buying a bigger cart and mule someday.

While you quite confident in your wayfaring skills, you feel quite embarrassed – from the moment you wandered into that forest on your way to next village, you feel rather lost. After what feels like hours upon hours, you finally stumbled up a rather strange crossroad: that little winding and almost overgrown path suddenly expanded into the three, quite wide and well maintained paths. Before those three paths, lies a rather crude marker made out of stone, but it was vandalized, making determining which path leads where a bit impossible. In fact, all three paths looks identically the same.

From the looks of it, sun is going down soon, and you would rather not to sleep under the stars today. Its been so long since you slept on something that isn't a cold ground, and ate something that isn't a salted fish and stale loaf of bread. You need to decide what path to take, and quick.

> Take the middle path

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>>4549871
> "Im just a simple traveler, passing by" Nice and ambiguous, just they way you like it.

>>4549914
If I were born in Russia I would be on that stuff daily
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>>4549871
>> "Business." Lets keep it short, and then move on. Speaking with talking cat is asking for troubles for sure.
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>>4549871
>> "Im just a simple traveler, passing by" Nice and ambiguous, just they way you like it.
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>>4549871


>>4549871
>"Greeting, Cat, they call me Korobeinik, a traveling peddler" Even if its a talking cat, it doesn't mean you DON'T gonna be impolite
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>>4549871
>> "Greeting, Cat, they call me Korobeinik, a traveling peddler" Even if its a talking cat, it doesn't mean you DON'T gonna be impolite

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Since a certain OP dropped the quest midway through i decided to do my own.
>It's the year 201 4E, summer has just ended
>You are a young Nord man who just came of age
>Travel across Skyrim has gotten much more dangerous with the war being in full swing and Dragons waging their battles with their nemesis Skyrims heroic demigod
>You however are just a commoner uninvolved in any of that, taking shelter inside during dragon attacks and avoiding all soldiers as your parrents taught you

Pick your Hold and settlement
>Haafingar: Dragon bridge, Solitude
>Reach: Karthwatsen, Old Hroldan, Markarth
>Whiterun: Whiterun, Riverwood, Rorikstead
>Hjamarch: Morthal, Stonehills
>Falkreath: Falkreath, Granitehall (mining and fishing settlement on the western shore Illnatia near Illnatia's Deep)
>Rift: Ivarstead, Riften, Shor's stone

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>>4552831
I really really want to release a loud sigh right about now.
Damn IDs.
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>>4552831
Fire again. Duck back into the hiding space as soon as you fire.
>This time we'll hit him!
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>>4552846
If its about the trip, I think if you use two separate browsers for different threads, it can keep the trips on or off while keeping ID. Not entirely sure since I haven't done this in a while.

>>4552831
>>4552870
Yeah last time we shoot at the thing. Aim for something soft.
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>>4552870
You knock your bow and aim it immediately as the Dragon comes into view in the air.

>It's fast so it's gonna be difficult to hit (DC80)
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>>4553865
>You miss again as it flies too fast.

Now ducking underneath the arch right in time as the Dragon swoops by where you stood trying to carry you off like an eagle.

Meanwhile one of the guards armed with a crossbow took aim as it ascended again and shot it right in the tail.

>Dragon HP at 978/1000

You wished that thing stopped moving or the new thane would show up.
Rumor has it he's hunted these things out in the open.

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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, the silver-eyed warrior queen of your homeland, and you’re currently not in Hazaran.

Instead you find yourself in the northern Cerces, on the far end of the mountainous interior of what you now know to be a continent, not the entire world. It’s a small town, clinging to a steep slope with a single road winding through it. What’s unusual about the situation is that you haven’t seen anyone here, and you know that there is an awakened being present alongside the normal human residents.

Alongside you for this is ‘Empty Heart’ Sofia, a single-digit warrior you knew before by reputation only.

“We have no pretext...” you muse. “I want to talk to the awakened being. And no, I’m not crazy.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Sofia shakes her head disapprovingly. “Either she surprises me and turns out to be agreeable, or we get the pretext you’re seeking to initiate a first strike.”

“Exactly,” you insist with a wry grin. “The way she answers will be indicative of her intentions. We’ll have to pay close attention.”

“My ability grants me a certain intuitive understanding of emotional state,” Sofia tells you. “I will inform you if I learn anything that you would not be able to sense for yourself.”

“Okay then,” you nod. “She’s in the church… let’s go.”

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>>4553075
>>Demand an audience with the King. This sort of barbarity is unacceptable.
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>>4553075
>Demand an audience with the King. This sort of barbarity is unacceptable.
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>>4553075
>>Demand an audience with the King. This sort of barbarity is unacceptable.
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>>4553075
>Demand an audience with the King. This sort of barbarity is unacceptable.
Fuckers shot at us, stop by the dungeon and smash their shit so badly not even the metal parts can be salvaged.
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>>4553075
The King is a Yoma isn't he?

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You are Uzumaki Naori… and thinking of yourself as such is something you’re going to have to get used to. You never used that name when you were growing up, because you didn’t know that it was yours. Instead you used the name your mother gave you, which was ‘Raishō’… that name was her way of protecting you from the hidden villages that would otherwise want to lay claim to your bloodline.

And it worked, at least for long enough that you’ve grown strong in the mean time. So strong, in fact, that the entire shinobi world is going to be counting on you in the coming days.

“Thank you, Sai-kun,” you incline your head politely. He’s done as you requested and informed Sasuke that you wanted to speak with him and Guren specifically, so that you weren’t simply grabbing him out of his home and dragging him to the middle of nowhere with no notice. “So yeah, here we all are. Have some tea.”

“I take it you didn’t call us here for tea,” Sasuke-kun muses with a frown… though he also takes the tea. “So what is it?”

“The three of us are the raw power in our unit,” you explain thoughtfully. “So I wanted the three of us to put everything out in the open, so we know what we’re working with.”

“Sensible,” Guren-han nods curtly as she takes her own cup and plate. “I can start. My kekkei genkai allows me to create and manipulate crystals, from any physical material. It’s good at shredding or binding things.”

“So ideal when fighting reincarnations,” Sasuke realizes. “At least that’s how it seems to me.”

“I almost forgot that you already know a little about me,” Guren-han admits. “You seem… different now.”

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>>4554033
>>I found her remains. I plan to give her a proper funeral before anything else.
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>>4554033
>I found her remains. I plan to give her a proper funeral before anything else.
>Our clan has lost a lot of people like this. They all deserve a place to rest.
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>>4554033
>>Our clan has lost a lot of people like this. They all deserve a place to rest.
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>>4554033
>>I found her remains. I plan to give her a proper funeral before anything else.
>>Our clan has lost a lot of people like this. They all deserve a place to rest.
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>>4554033
>>I found her remains. I plan to give her a proper funeral before anything else.
>>Our clan has lost a lot of people like this. They all deserve a place to rest.

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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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>>4553234

Thankfully as you adjust to your divine senses, you can feel Kori’s presence on the island and only hers. Through some divine stroke of luck, it seems she was able to get away from the evil Superwoman (Satania) and Ultrawoman (Abbadon) duo without too much issue. The last thing you wanted was another mess caused by your actions to clean up. That and you were genuinely concerned with your acquainted bestie’s well-being. So seeing her safe took an insurmountable load on your shoulders. As you find yourself growing accustomed to your new amazonian goddess-expy body, you find yourself soon under the presence of a residence of Themyscira.

>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion
>Flaunt your inner thot and sway the amazon to your side and guiding you through Themyscira
>Braxenly request an audience with the Amazon Queen about you arrive and what you seek
>Leap out the window and avoid confrontation as you find somewhere to regroup
>Write-in
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>>4553242
This is more accurate for the amazon that saw you.

Also for reference https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Loves for the four loves.

DC’s cosmic hierarchy meanwhile is basically separated into three

The Abstracts (which are the Endless)
The Biblical (The Presence, Lucifer, Elaine, etc)
The Cosmic (Perpetua, Monitors, and the likes.)
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>>4553242
>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion

>Flaunt your inner thot and sway the amazon to your side and guiding you through Themyscira

Let's see if we can't explain ourselves, and slightly charm not-Morgiana into guiding us. Don't want to over do it on the thottery.

...In before we roll a god damn critical and make her instantly smitten with us, despite our attempts to tone it down.
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>>4553242
>>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion
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>>4553242
>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion

All across The Continent wars rage without a end in sight. Cities burn in the merciless fires of a brutal sacking or suffer the grinding slow death of starvation through siege. Armies clash in the countryside, masses of peasant conscripts thrown into the furnace of war to die in droves alongside foreign sellswords, an endless banquet of gore for the crows that follow the marching armies like malignant clouds. Kings and Queens look on with ambition, greed and zeal in their hearts as new lines on the map are drawn and redrawn, cities lost and taken, towns and villages burned and fields left barren. The land has been consumed by the tide of war and those untouched by the conflict are few and far between indeed.

However, there are those who have sought out this conflict, drawn like those very same vultures to the scent of battle and slaughter. The allure of gold and glory is strong, strong enough to call warriors from across the Continent and beyond. In the port cities, ships full of strange warriors glide across the waves beneath brightly colored sails, rows of armored figures arrayed across the decks. Mounted bands of riders filter through the mountain passes, banners and heads held high as they come. Desperate men and foolish boys sell their few possessions and purchase a shield, tucking a long knife into their belt and marching off to find their glory. From the rocky coasts to the north to the tangled old forests of the west to the scorching deserts of the south, the stream of gold hungry killers seems to have no end.

It is in this seemingly endless conflict that you find yourself. One of thousands, of tens of thousands drawn to this titanic conflict sparked by the petty squabbles of greedy nobles. Whether you will be one of the lucky few who come out better than you started has yet to be seen.

>Where are you from?

>I hail from across the sea, a Zakanian Sword-Brother trained to fight with spear and blade.

>I hail from the harsh reaches of the Northlands, A Reaver born to wage war against any worthy foe.

>I’m from the Continent, Tyrinia to be exact. There was nothing left after my village was burned and pa always said I was a good fighter.

>I’m from the Continent, I fought with the Silver Spurs all across the land. This isn’t my first war and it won’t be my last.

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>>4544073
Support
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>>4544073
+1
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>>4544073
+1
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>>4549431
Lol, thread is dead, dude.
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>>4549431
Good job bumping an aborted quest

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The world of Beastars is one where animals must fight to survive. Despite living together in relative peace in a Japanese inspired modern society; the people are dived among PREDATORS and PREY.

Predators are stronger and more aggressive, but crave flesh. Their diets are supplemented with high protein foods, but even still many have the urge to prey upon their fellow citizens. Many will rely on meat sold from the illegal black market, which is an open secret.

Prey are more social, and well connected. Special opportunities exist for herbivorous animals, like prey only trains and housing, which act as defenses against predators. While considered weaker then predators as a rule, some are capable of impressive feats through both training and sheer tenacity. Their biggest strength is that everyone underestimates them.

While these animal types are further divided into species, this is the most important distinction among animal kind.

So which one are you?
>Predator
>Prey
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>>4553825
Acquire goat BF
Gay sex
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>>4553825
>Stay strong, push goat out the way and go for dead body meat
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>>4553825
Bite your arm. Literally just chomp down on your arm.
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>>4553915
Actually, this is a better idea if you don't have the strength to bite your arm - the body is already open, so you'd be smelling it more. I'm fairly certain a hyena would prefer an already dead body than a live one
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>>4553915
>>4553941
+1 to this, even if we must roll willpower

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Believe it or not this hasn’t been abandoned and picked up by a fourth QM. Now let's continue shall we?

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 winning a tournament hosted by Subway we decided to take a little trip to Montauk where we found another Pokemon and a new friend. Soon after you manage to find out that another tournament is being held at Greenbelt Park with a $5000 cash prize and the chance to challenge your first Gym Leader if you manage to win it.

With the help of some Japanese Guy larping as Ash Ketchum and your new friend who uses a Zubat (now Golbat) as his ace you are gonna take this victory because it's probably being recorded on Youtube and if you lose it's gonna be immortalized on the internet.

>312 days until the start of the World Tournament
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Rolled 12 (1d19)

>>4553493
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Rolled 5 (1d19)

>>4553481
>Keep Gasper in (d19)
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Rolled 25 (1d36)

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Rolled 4 (1d33)

Current order of battle:
Tranquil (25)
Gasper (12)
Shellder (8)
Pikachu (5)
Quagsire (2)

Here comes the big guns.

Gasper ideally sways around as it watches the last two Pokemon appear. A Tranquil and a Quagsire.

Before you or your team could even do something Bill already yells out an attack:


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Rolled 12 (1d36)

>>4554019
Rollin

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Multiple groups converge on Tokyo, preparing for a series of events that will shake the world. Elements from every corner of the MegaTen series will be present, from Mainline to Persona to DDS and more. You will be playing Hideo Emushi, a young man that through these events has encountered demons and even gained the power to turn into one himself. But this crisis has only just begun, and your destiny could lead you to become even more involved in how things play out. The fate of both humans and demons could depend on your choices. Also remember to have fun.

Current Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/2XwpziGH

Last time, our MC and friends got attacked by a demon after school, our MC turned into a demon along with an old pal and ate some people, he got a Persona after meeting up with the student council, flushed out a demonic spider's nest alongside the Prez, and came back to find the school frozen over. Now he and all his allies are in the gym along with some survivors about to be attacked by the biggest demon he's seen yet.
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>>4553610
>>A. They can't stay here, we're all going right now
If we leave Erina behind, I doubt we're going to get back her again.
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>>4553628
>>4553631
"We're all going right now." you declare. "We don't know if we're going to get another chance. Even if we can't find my brother, we can find an underguarded part of the perimieter and I can fly us over."

Chousuke looks back to you. He still seems hesitant.

"Please, Chousuke. We've all finally met up again. Let's just keep it that way for a while." Shouko insists. "I don't want you or your sister to be left in here."

Chousuke turns back to his sister, and thinks about it for a while, before standing back up.

"Alright. We'll go." he says. "I've had enough of doing things on my own, too."

He grabs his sister from the bed and lifts her up, before turning around and placing her on his back. Once he's got her in a firm piggyback, he nods at you that he's ready to go.

Making your way back out of the building stealthily, you all make sure you're a couple of blocks away before relaxing.

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And that will be it for me today. I intend to make at least a few posts tomorrow, I won't be too busy for that much
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>>4553726
>B. We need to find Tadashi. Let's check the arcade from before
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>>4553726

>A. Chousuke has a point. It won't get any easier to sneak out over time, anyway

Last time on System Install: You are David Hammond and you want to be the greatest roguish ranger there ever was. Unfortunately for you however life says no.

Your development of a mutation in your childhood completely changed the vector of your life and it was only due to your hunter mentor Samson that everything didn’t fall apart. He trained you well in archery and somewhat less well in hunting and herblore.

Eventually at the age of 16 you left your village for the port city of Bit’s Rest. Along the way you’ve fought a crazy bitch amongst a field of corpses, failed to protect merchants from bandits and been showered in an avalanche of coconuts by fools who discriminate against mutants.

Some time later you arrived at Bit’s Rest, a city plagued by serial killings however your bad luck (read: shit rolls) continues to plague you as within the last couple days you’ve lost your left arm below the elbow and are now being held by Demon Cultists.

QM Update Schedule: 1-2 posts a day guaranteed, sometimes more

Dice mechanics: 1d16. 3 rolls. Best of 3 is used outside combat. In combat each individual 1d16 effects combat in different ways. Skills and some Abilities provide bonus mods to rolls. Training provides rerolls. Figuring out ??? provides +1 to that roll. Due to some contention players may vote to switch to 2d8 3 rolls format this thread.

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>>4553911
You'd still be making sounds when you walk on the "air plates". Basically Sky Walker creates a small plate of force in the air you can walk on. You'd need way more technical technique than our hero currently has to use Sky Walker stealth wise. Your basic Stealth skill however would at least mean training to do it would be relatively fast due to the correction bonus.
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>>4553920
I'm a little iffy with "only" temperature immunity. Even with durability, holding the knife while exploding will eventually dent it beyond use.

>>4553861
>>creates a brightly glowing shield (Will based effectiveness, 1 mana cost)
>Silent Knife (Enemy): silences enemies who are cut by it
Mana cost kinda sucks, but the potential to blind as well as silence is pretty rad.
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>>4553878
>>4553908
>>4553920
>>4553924
>>4553927
Silent Knife (Self) 1
Silent Knife (Enemy) 3
Temperature immunity 2
Armor penetration 1
Blinding shield 1

So it will be silent knife (enemy) and temperature immunity,

Update tomorrow, feel free to throw any suggestions for how the quest progresses from this point. The following are my ideas.


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>>4553954
>3. Continuing on as an adventurer which means focusing on your ranger skills

I want to follow our dreams despite all the unexpected setbacks.
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>>4553954
>Lay low and reading tons of books.
We could even cut off the tail since we can just revive it back.

.....nobody would want to buy vast quantities of mutant tails or human meat, right?


>Use skywalker to gather rare and fresh mountain/volcano products quickly
Or really just kill lots of things on mountains with gravity. We can walk on air while pushing with forceful shot and pulling with rope.

>Making a name for yourself among the Nameless Knights
Being able to pincushion enemies from 20 feet in the air in a duel is kind of unfair.

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The year is 1943 EC. While the continent of Europa has enjoyed relative peace after the Second Europan War, a similar hellscape coated and ravaged the nations of the Far East.

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

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

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

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

Nothing is all good and well, however, as the quick-footed Beiyang Fleet launched a surprise attack on Amekou right as the Yamato was about to set sail. Unfortunately, this ended up with your sister, Tewi, taken hostage by the enemy, then subsequently perishing within the chaos.

Thankfully, your crewmen were there for you during these hard times. Though the grief still lingered, you found yourself in a better mindset to carry out your duties. Reaching the East Indies, your crew sought protection under the Gallians. Yet it appears neither party are that willing to trust each other yet. Thankfully one of the Beiyang Fleet's flotilla showed up just in time for your crew to prove yourselves on the battlefield.

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“Ayy Yah-ma-tow! Is Capitan Krokwaa back?”
The static noises accompanying Glascon’s transmission did little to hinder his jovial tone, and so was Isao in hiding his irritation as he glared at the comms station. Much like Isao, I had no intention for this conversation to drag out, and thus chose to cut straight to the point.
“Commander Trastamara, this is Acting Captain Kurokawa.” I identified myself and spoke slowly and clearly into the mouthpiece. “Do you have a visual on the enemy?”
“Nod anymore! The Senorita ran home to papi, without even flying me a beso.” He jested, sounding disingenuously sad. “Your arma grande broke a lod of her toyz, Capitan!”
“I’m sure she’ll be back with more toys” I answered, trying not to get too immersed in the conversation. “Tell me, Commander, what did we break this time?”

“One gunboat and one poco minesweeper. BOOM! Next thing you know, they’re pirotecnia...”
Even under the cover of muffling static and his thick, sometimes intelligible accent, the Gallian commander’s brimming energy painted a picture of him doing his ridiculous theratrics on the other side of the mouthpiece.
“Magnifico, simply magnifico, Capitan Kuroqwaa!”

I took a quick glance around the bridge as the Gallian Commander continued delving into his admiration of the Yamato’s firepower. Most of the crew members went back to their stations, having lost interest in the conversation halfway through to focus on more important duties. Hibari shook her head and sighed, while Isao and Lynn both displayed the same aggravated, ready-to-smack-someone expression as the one sided rambling dragged on.

“Commander Tras--”
“Oh, oh, one more thing, Capitan Kroqwaa!” Glascon managed to interrupt my effort to cut him short before I could barely complete my first word. “Let’s have a little celebracion, para victoria!”


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>>4550493
Who the hell are we reporting to? We're the Captain! We need to put Isao in his place.
I get it that we have to earn the respect and trust of the crew. But the man who ordered our sister killed doesn't deserve any.

>>4550497
Pity that we didn't hit a frigate. Should've remained there and guided the fire.
>Take a small envoy to pay them a visit.
We have to keep Margaret away from them.
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>>4550497
>Invite the Gallians aboard the Yamato
>>4550500
I don't really see the big deal. If anything Margaret needs to learn some social cues instead of continuing to be this socially awkward bunny around people.
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>>4550497
>Invite the Gallians aboard the Yamato
>Bring Lynn along
Doing so is a show of trust. Lynn could help with hammering out the more rambunctious ones.
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>>4550497
>Invite the Gallians aboard the Yamato

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

We are Diego Buenaventura, a journalist from San Francisco that was kidnapped by raiders and taken all the way to Hawaii to be sold into slavery. We somehow managed to escape, were rescued by a great trope of fishermen, got mutated and turned into a muscular freak, moved into a shanty town, got a girlfriend, stabbed a crazed Glowing One in the heart and rescued an orphan girl from being executed!

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

>Character sheet:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17h2Zm77a7A6MuvcRf4QdBZ-agS7B90SsgInJJ-O9COA/edit

>Pre-War thread:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4504658/
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>>4553253
> You have managed to get some Rad-X and Rad Away from the laboratory that you raided. Share the medicines and power thru the nuclear reactor.

Let's power through to our objective.
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>>4553253
>> You have managed to get some Rad-X and Rad Away from the laboratory that you raided. Share the medicines and power thru the nuclear reactor.
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>>4553253
> Turn the Submarine off and let them cross the dangerous area. Then turn it on again, and cross it yourself. Save the Rad-X and Rad Away for you.
I want to see what happens when we restart this big boy.
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>>4553253
Eat some anti rads and book it through.
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>>4553253
>You have managed to get some Rad-X and Rad Away from the laboratory that you raided. Share the medicines and power thru the nuclear reactor.

In the castle, in the hallway before the chamber where Bannerlord Adelfred admitted peasants for audience, the dusty prisms of sunlight falls on a curious fountain. From what reservoir the waters are drawn--or how--you do not know; whether by Phylaxian sorcery or a piece of inspired engineering or a by donkey working a screw pump somewhere far below, you do not know--but what interests you, principally, is the shape in which the sculptor has rendered his marble. A stone figure stands there--a warrior--with a sword hilt proudly held to his chest--the way they are held on the funeral biers--and with a basin at his feet where the waters fall and gather--but no blade, or rather, a blade of liquid, which, in that light, if not for the sound of rushing water, seems almost the illusion of a fabled steel--in the Eldenese, mythril--a cold alloy indeed. The contradictory union of soft and hard, edge and edgeless, even if unintentional, strikes you as almost perverse. A sword is a sword, and water is water, and never their natures should meet.

But you have not long to think on it. Another guard, another summons, taking you this time--not to the reception chamber, as you expected--but to a private, intimate study, bearing all the usual signs of a devoted use.

Bannerlord Adelfred IV appears younger than even the rumors tell. He possesses still that ruddy complexion and unwritten brow more befitting of a young maiden than a man come of age, not to mention a husband, a lord, and, you've heard recently, an expecting father. There is a beauty all about him too, not handsomeness, certainly not the arranged coquetry of the shrewder sex, but something paradoxical, akin to the fountain, a firmness and elasticity united. He rises from an enormous leather backed chair as you are announced, and carefully runs his eyes over your face. You admit, you are less pleasing to the eye--bald, bearded, not quite sober--but you expect the weather of your years has left its indelible marks. It is that which he reads--if he can.

"So you are Oswald," he says, half as a question. "You are whom they call 'Oswald the Brave'."

"We are very rarely what men call us, my lord."

"Then please, if you would, dispense with the formalities." He touches his heart. "Fred. Or Adelfred if you must." He returns to the chair and gestures to another across from him. You remain standing. A light breeze drifts in from the embrasures above you, moving the young lord's delicate blond curls.

"Why have you summoned me, my lord?"

"May I ask you something?"

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>>4548597
The quest is over then? Damn, that's a shame. You had good writing, maybe you could write a novel with those ideas. I've heard it's a mark of a good QM to be able to reuse characters and plots on the fly, but your problem seemed more overarching in nature. Good luck for the future, man.
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>>4548597
I'd say offer more breaks in the narrative, let the anons decide how to react. It was shaping up to be a good quest, mate.
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>>4548597
Its okay to have a focus and some pre establish parts to the quest, it can make for a richer experience, particularly if the in game universe and lore is well built up, we don't need to worry to much about plain bland NPCs at the start.

>>4548807
Don't mind the large blocks to much, but I think cutting out a bit of the body language descriptions could help streamline things.
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>>4548597
Gay and bluepilled
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>>4548597
You're a good writer, OP, thanks for at least announcing this ending. Hope you come back with a better plan soon.

Zombies. The living dead. Once an obscure folktale has now become one of the most well-known monsters to enter the world of fiction. We’ve seen many different types of zombies in all kinds of stories.

However, I want you to forget everything you think you know about zombies. Those were all tall tales meant to entertain the masses. While many stories got some basic concepts right, the real world tends to not work out as well as fiction does. If you don’t believe me, ask yourself these questions.

Why would the world militaries become overrun by slow, stupid creatures? How can simple viruses raise corpses from the ground when the bodies would be decomposed beyond repair and missing many important organs? How can so many zombies still be around after months of no food or water? If we took zombies from fiction, but gave them real world limitations, they would be killed off faster than you can say “brains”.

No, zombies are nothing like that. To combat these glaring issues, some writers make zombies fast so they can run at high speeds. But this has its own problems. All this running would make these zombies expend energy quickly. There is only a limited number of humans in the world to eat. These zombies would die even faster than the slow ones just through starvation.

All of this is to say that zombies in their fictional forms are not realistic. Their real-life counterparts are much more capable of survival.

While they do exhibit much less cognitive functions than your average adult and cannot speak, they are fully capable of hunting alone, resting when tired, playing dead, drinking water, and solving basic problems. While they may run if they must, they can only do so in short bursts and 99% of the time will prefer to walk.

They also can hunt in herds. But be warned that the danger from this does not just come from their numbers, but from their much-increased problem-solving skills when working together. But the downside of this is that when hunting in herds, there is less food to go around. Zombies are selfish creatures, preferring to keep food to themselves. Therefore, they do not use this strategy often. And even if they do, they may get distracted trying to take steal the food from each other to notice someone sneak away.

Zombies do not need to be killed by removing the head or destroying the brain. They can be killed by other means too. They need food and water to survive, so they can die from not getting enough nutrients. They also are not smart enough to give first aid to themselves or other zombies. However, this does not mean zombies can be easily killed. Zombies cannot get infected from viruses, bacteria, or from anything else. They also have a much faster rate of natural healing than the average human. What would take a human a year or longer to fully heal from would take less than a day for a zombie to heal from. They can even regrow limbs but cannot reattach limbs. This will take a week to occur.

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>>4554007

Can one of you please explain why switching characters now is a good idea, and not when we were choosing the ending we were going for? What do we get out of switching for this choice as opposed to one in the near future? We only get one every three choices with a character, so we need to make sure we count when we use them.
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>>4554020
I'm hoping that we might get more information about zombie habits/movement patterns in another story that could help with the choice here.
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>>4554021

I'm pretty sure we got all the information we needed in the most recent post from QM, and we know that Larry's bad at stamina and good at stealth and coordination, so the movie theater or restaurant make the most sense to me. Do you think Zombies might also suck at swimming or something?
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>>4554024
I was hoping we might get another chance to see how they are around obstacles like with the restaurant.
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>>4554028

Seems like a bit of a stretch to use our switch to look for that rather niche piece of information. I'd rather just pick either the restaurant or the theater and run with it for now

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Welcome back to the Bunker! For new readers, you can catch up here : http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Bunker+Manager

Three weeks of buckled-down, teeth-gritting efficient work. Without serious events to speak of, with daily checks against various tectonic forces, and a steady grind of check-ins and progress, things are finally reaching a peak. It didn't take long to set up the testing parameters that Mr. Dregas suggested - OBERON agreed it to be a threat worth looking into, carefully working with C-floor to develop fae-proofed sensors. In the meanwhile, T-admin has been developing various rehabilitation programs for differently situated 'troubled peoples', as she calls them. She seems excited with the prospect of the Doors opening - if only because she seems to believe that there are individuals who simply cannot exist within the Bunker environs. It's probably the first thing you've had an argument about since meeting, but Dregas backs her up, claiming to be one such individual.

Work on the Doors is nearly complete. B-floor, and B-777, its manager, have prepared with help from Dregas, who advises combination tactics of long range kinetics with paired with explosives. He advises rapid target elimination above all else.
It is in the midst of this furious activity that you have a discussion with Dregas - arranged between the two of you to have a serious back-and-forth - requested by the outsider himself.

I know you're a busy man. I hate to intrude, but it seems like all your folks are being pretty lively about now, and I figured I'd actually get a good shot at talking to you directly.

Most certainly. What did you wish to discuss, Dregas? I respond, leaning back in my chair. I can hardly expect it's more advice.

No, you're correct. You see, I've been seeking out a living Bunker for a reason. I admit that my contact with you was not entirely altruistic, and I had ulterior motives of my own. However, if you want me to go my way after making my request, I will, and I promise to leave you and yours alone.

Well? Please, Dregas. Don't hold back on account of this 'drama' you've mentioned in the past. Out with it.


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>>4549627
>Two people with aggression issues and a swindler. This team needs a strong leader to keep them in line and on target. Do you have any candidates?
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>>4549627
>Two people with aggression issues and a swindler. This team needs a strong leader to keep them in line and on target. Do you have any candidates?
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"Some of them seem violent, unpredictable. These will be our representatives out there, and, well, some of these entities aren't worth angering. We need a strong leader to keep them in line and on target. Any candidates?"

"That's a problem." T-admin admits, shuffling through a larger pile. "Everyone else willing to go topside is... worse."

"Worse? Worse than-"

"Yes. Don't forget the kinds of people I have to deal with, administrator. There are people who are just as good as this crew, but no one with leadership skills, as of yet. I have a few ideas, but I need to run them past..." she sighs. "I was thinking of placing the team in Dregas' care. Then, possibly, seeding them out to various factions topside, to learn of them more intimately. Right now all I have are basic stereotypes, an-"

I clear my throat, and she laughs. "Sorry. But perhaps placing them in the hire of an outsider would work best." she sits back at her desk. "The good news is that the proposed remodel of the T-floors is almost done, and is according to many of our ideas that we workshopped." she says, "Medical's all for loaning some staff, too, and Seven's boys are already helping out with security. The new girl I assigned, she's a specialist in some of the old texts about psychology and psychiatry. You'll get to meet her later, right now she's in there working on the relaxation rooms to ensure that there's a way tl make them engaging and difficult to self-harm in. Harder than you might think..."

She seems to be bouncing rails as often as I am. I should...

>I should return to Dregas and notify him that everything is in place and he just has to wait - and use the opportunity to ask for advice.
>I should refocus the conversation on...
>>Dregas and his friend

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>>4553018
>I should refocus the conversation on...
>>The E-Team
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>>4553018
>I should refocus the conversation on...
>>The E-Team

We'll save the T-floors revamp when we meet the new girl then.




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