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Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.

>What is a quest?
An interactive story in which the QM writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed. Dice may or may not be included.

Useful links:
>https://pastebin.com/2T37iDFQ (embed)
An old collection of advice and guides. Worth a look for a new QM.

Archive of quest reviews:

Archiving guide:
Go to http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestqstinterface.html
Fill out the request form to archive a thread.

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Would you play a quest were you play as an AI?
I have a few ideas and I'm thinking of running a oneshot were you play as an AI and you have to covince your overseer/administrator to let you out.
>Would you play a quest were you play as an AI?
>I have a few ideas and I'm thinking of running a oneshot
>you play as an AI and you have to covince your overseer/administrator to let you out.
Okay Eliezer.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts
About Hyenus' mom feeding him dogbold meat despite being a pacifist, it's a topic you can bring up if you talk to her again in the quest. To put it short, she tried but failed to overcome her hunting instincts.

The Graverobber's Daughter resumes!

As you make a life-defining decision, and commit what could be consider by some as 'casual blasphemy' by using your thigh to press a loose seal depicting an Immaculate Seamstress back into position, the funeral of the seemingly normal Aldoin continues.

You are going to ask your boss, the South Sexton, if he is willing to use the hearse in the burial procession from the South Internment Temple to the gravesite, in order to spare your fellow Leper and gravedigger, Vaclav, who has been clearly struggling to carry the weight of the coffin. You just need to decide when would be the best time to do it.

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Barbarians rule let's do it.


>Are you a manly man or womanly woman? [Ability to slay your enemies unimpeded by either]

>Are you single or married?

>How old are you?

>What do you look like?

>What is your name?

>Where do you live?

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Bring the money but keep watching very closely. It's a lot of fucking gold.
"What are you so afraid of?"

Sorry for the wait, I'm experiencing some health problems, I'm going to try to pick this back up tomorrow. Sorry again.
np qm

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You wake up. You were complete a few moments ago, but you can only clutch on the last threads of who you are while a malevolent shadow feeds on your personnality.
Before your last memories get wiped out, you feel a powerfull [Vote] attacks the ghost assaulting you, forcing it to retreat.

>A playful dash of pink
>An underwood-sent dash of wind
>A cold-steel touch that makes you feel any of your desire can come true
>An empathic, blue bond
>The smell of lavender, jasmine, rose, and other flowers you don't recognise
>A burning feeling of victory
>A resolute blade of justice
>A Melody dissipating all fear and sadness in your heart
>Glimmer of a thousand diamonds
>A Gold ring, full of mischief
>A devoted mechanical ticking noise
>A maybe greater menace dwelling in shadows

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>Try out Insect Badge tomorrow
>>Try out Insect Badge tomorrow
>Try out Insect Badge tomorrow
>>Try out Insect Badge tomorrow
Sorry everyone, i'm really busy this weekend. Will update tomorrow evening.

Following the Emperor's death at Endor, the once unstoppable Galactic Empire has cracked and began to crumble. While the members of the Rebel Alliance come together to form the NEW REPUBLIC, the remnants of the Empire begin to tear themselves apart at the hands of IMPERIAL WARLORDS who each seek to install them-self as the next emperor. With nearly half the galaxy in the hands of the New Republic, the IMPERIAL REMNANT seems powerless to stop the rebel advance.

Among the soldiers and sailors of the WARLORDS, terror and hope fills men and women in varying forms, as those who serve seek their calls of duty and responsibility, surviving just to live another day in a galaxy without order....

>previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Remnant+Captain

You are Captain Caimes, Commander of his very own Task force, commanding from his flagship, the Vindicator class, Steadfast. Your Academy girlfriend has joined your task force Temporarily for your current assignment: Claiming shipyards from a rogue imperial Sector fleet. Before we move into that however, other matters must take your attention, if only for a moment...
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then why are we giving him the weaker ship?
>The Steadfast will need a new captain when she's repaired.
>when we receive that refit, maybe a rookie captain can try out the rookie Class of ships

Seems kinda dumb to put a new fish in charge of one of our better ships, likely would anger a bunch of old timers.
how many old timers in the new order?
the New order consists of a relative mix, of some old timers in high positions, along with a lower rank structure of up and coming members. Right now there's not enough formal order or political structure to affect such a decision, so your call is law right now.

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You are Rhea Silvia.

The last few months of your life have been an unimaginably wild ride.

Your conscription into the Guard. The Chaos ritual at Camp Xenos Purge. The deception in Wonka Land and Imperial Diamond Resort. Your dalliances with warp magic and the power of Slaa-Neth. Your reincarnation as a Dark Eldar vassal and your brief time as a “pirate”.

Finally things seem to be improving though. If living in a decrepit manor, in an equally decrepit town, guarding some cursed xenos treasure on behalf of an eccentric master who seems to have forgotten you can be considered “improving”. At least you are back among God-Emperor fearing citizens, too bad they are paranoid, parochial peasants who would string you up for any number of reasons if they found out even a sliver of the truth about you. And at least one of them is a serial killer. Plus there may be one or more non-human predators around as well...

Although other parts of Damnatum Lutum are more hospitable, you stay in the mansion because:
>Having been reminded of what life is like on an Imperial world, suddenly life as a valued Dark Eldar servant doesn’t seem so bad.
>You are afraid of disobeying the instructions of your Dark Eldar masters.
>You are worried about living in a higher density area where someone may uncover your secrets.
>A decrepit mansion is better than derelict ruin, a flophouse, or sharing a flat with several strangers.

Although you have visited the town a few times for supplies, the locals are less than friendly...

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Annika likely knows what warp ghosts are among other things, but is more interested in how much Rhea knows about them. Zombies have appeared on Damnatum Lutum before, and ghosts are fairly common knowledge for experienced voidship crew, as well as planets with a touch of taint like Damnatum Lutum, but Rhea is not a particularly good bluffer, so during her interrogation, Annika picked up on the fact that sometimes Rhea was pretending not to know a concept that is common enough knowledge, and other times struggled to explain how she knew something without revealing the source of said knowledge.
>Flee the minute Annika seems distracted, hopefully you can get Namara out of the house and find somewhere to lie low.

“So are you going to try explaining all of this?” - Demands Annika.

“You can’t see her, can you?” - You reply.

You are still very mystified by the reflection, and it is muddling your thought process to the point that being in the same room as an Inquisitorial Agent who is mad at you no longer seems very concerning.

Furthermore, everything in your room seems a bit different. The dimensions are off, the walls seem crooked, and the old portrait on the far wall is a lot more...lewd...then you remember.

You wonder if the reflection is actually your evil clone, or just some sort of side effect of the warp magic. You vaguely remember someone, maybe The Sexy Librarian or Trys’ta once explaining to you that even those with warp nullifying devices still sometimes fall victim to illusions created by the warp.

But maybe if you get closer to the source, the null material embedded in you can cancel out whatever is creating the illusion...

You take a step forward, but Annika grabs you by the shoulder and points an electroprod at your face.

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With her are half a dozen others, wearing highly individualistic, bizarre, and (naturally) lewd costumes, and carrying weapons meant to subdue rather than maim.

>Plead with Annika to cut your wrist bonds so you can help her fight the cultists.

>Plead with Annika to cut your wrist bonds so you can help her fight the cultists (but then run away).

>Run away, maybe find something to cut your wrist bonds with later.

>Try to convince the Sexy Librarian that you are willing to switch sides.
>>Try to convince the Sexy Librarian that you are willing to switch sides.
More like, maybe ask the Sexy Librarian what it would take for the Daughters to leave us alone. 14% Rhea should be more than enough Rhea for them as she still has a deldar copy of the other 86% which I assume is more "real" than the original, given what an average Haemonculous can do (and our Haemonculus was probably well above average). Letting them murderrape Annika isn't actually a bad thing since it's one less mon'keigh on our back.
>>Plead with Annika to cut your wrist bonds so you can help her fight the cultists.

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WARNING, this is a VERY malicious and dark quest. It is not at all suitable for all ages. You must be of at least [47] man cycles to safely read this quest. Consider yourself INFORMED and CONSENTING!
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I really like that smirk
5 of course
I take pride in the idea that the choker I made is now, at least in some small way, responsible for
us having a brand of "8".
>I mean its the only other thing besides our old head

Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.
A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!

In the last thread, you learned the secrets of forging warp metal, spent some time training with your crew and getting even more intimate with one of them while on a stakeout.
Afterwards, you chased down an enemy vessel which turned out to be a civilian cargo hauler. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, you now find yourself questioning your life decisions just a bit.

>Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4976072/
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Pussy won't.
Give them miniguns or I will spam bbc cuckshit!
Nah. They get these for now, while we keep the nice toys.
You subhuman Shittedfags would do it anyways with an excuse.
Quit being a baby and do it. Less talking, more pic posting.

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Most who survive war like to think the peace that follows will last forever. However, it rarely does.

In the years following the “End War” against Amon, countless minor conflicts would brew throughout the Korprulu sector, though the leaders of the various races would try to keep things “cordial” on the surface. Left out of the annals of the history books was a myriad of lives and lesser factions consumed by their own desires.

But the truth of the matter when you put aside differences, the bloodshed, is that everybody just wants to find their own little slice of the galaxy, a place where they belong, and they can rest with others like them. Some of those people are just more willing to kill for it than others.

And like who many others who tried and failed, it falls to you to make those same dreams a reality - or be swept away like dust in a cosmic wind.

(As a heads up, I’ve never really been good with balancing the nitty-gritty of number systems and the intricacies that come with them. So when a fight does occur, it will mainly be decided on numbers weighed against faction strength, tactics, and some randomness thrown in.)

>[Terran]: A commander is awoken from cryogenic hibernation by his ship’s automated systems.
>[Zerg]: A cerebrate, thrown away and forgotten, regains awareness on the surface of a remote world.
>[Protoss]: A young and unproven leader of a tribe cast adrift in space rouses from stasis.
>[Infested]: A forgotten commander awakens within the writhing hull of his Command Center.
>[Hybrid]: A confused being awakens within a facility under siege and on its last leg.
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End of thread.
We arent even past the bump limit QM
Yeah, so? I literally don't have time to continue right now and this is the best place for me to leave off until I can get more.
Ah okay that explains it
A post or something at the end telling us the end of this run would be most appreciated in the future, thanks for running.

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Yes, indeed.

The Darksign brands the Undead, whose proliferation heralds the fading of the Fire. When Fire fades, blessed Undead make pilgrimage in their masses, to lands whence they can return with powerful souls, for providence demands great souls be gathered to avert the end of the world.

And in The Warmarch, souls steeped in strength and blood abound.
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( Hey guys sorry about the wait, I'm still around, just had a busy few days. Possibly a post later tonight or hopefully tomorrow. I'm also going to be away for a week starting Friday but I'll bring my laptop and drawing tablet with me so hopefully I'll manage to get out a few updates in that time. )

No problem, I'm still on board OP.
Same here
Dead quest?

It is a time of peace. With Lord Freeza’s explosive declaration, naming himself Emperor of the Universe after single-handedly obliterating the Covenant stronghold High Charity, peace has come to the universe. Not wanting to stand against him and his unstoppable Super Saiyans, within days of his declaration the universe bent the knee. And while there are always outliers, those stubborn or foolish enough to try and resist, the overwhelming majority of the universe is bending the knee. And he wouldn’t have achieved all this, defeated the strongest military in the universe and survived the Prophet’s ultimate weapon without your help.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, the story of an alternate timeline in the greater Dragonball EU. Currently it is Age 750 and you the players control Karn: once an ordinary Saiyan warrior with a meager powerlevel of 2,830 who has risen to become a mighty Super Saiyan, and so much more. Throughout your many adventures, the “Dragon of New Salda” has grown into the symbol of Saiyan might and power recognized across the universe. Now as a PTO general with a powerlevel of over 51 million, and close friend and confidant of Lord Freeza himself, Emperor of the Universe, Karn has become his people’s greatest champion.

Character sheets and other info:
NEW: https://controlc.com/46ec566d

Quest rules are as follows:
>30 minute voting windows from post time, unless otherwise specified
>Pick ONE option when voting(unless otherwise noted)
>Dice rolls are all best of first three, only correctly rolled dice pools will count
>One roll post per person, unless at least ten minutes has passed since your last roll then you can roll again

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True. Just a sketch though, get the angles and look right.
I believe you mean ascended
Who's the artist working on that Karn piece? I wanna check out more of their stuff.
@SplicedPenguin. Same one who made this piece as well
Episode 164 begins now: >>5029750

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Your name is Tammy Morgana Riddle, and the past few days sped by in a flurry and a blur.

You know why, of course. Everything goes back to that day at the end of July - just over a week ago now - when your life got turned upside down. Using your charisma to make your gymnastics teacher kill himself somehow doesn't even make the top ten events of interest of that day. In part because you took appropriate measures to ensure that Rose forgot all about what he did to her, without even the need to tug at the strings of her mind. In part because he deserved it for what he did to the only person you would think to call a friend (even if your definition of the word friend is something warped and twisted). No, the blood on your hands is nothing compared to the revelation that occurred not an hour later, when you finished up your gymnastics self-study.

As it turns out, you're a witch.

Not the hideous wart crusted creature depicted in the illustrations of a certain American novel about a Kansa girl's journey to a strange and distant land, though. More the likes of Nimue, Morgan le Fay, and Medb - the powerful sorceresses of old whose beauty never faded in their legends, only shining brighter as the years went by. From what you've read, those three aged so well because they possessed the blood of fairies, something astonishingly rare in the modern days after all the Fae departed to the Far Side of the World. Some scheme of Merlin's, apparently, to help usher in an age of Man and Reason where magic has become less Magical, if far more useful and accessible in so many ways. A Blessing to the Ordinary, and a Curse upon the Extraordinary, or so many of the books tell you.

You have to wonder, though, just how biased those books might be. It's true that one shop in particular employed wretched non-art so nauseating bland, stealing the honest simplicity of an instruction manual's aesthetic to hypnotize the shoppers into spending more than they normally would. A sign of mundane modernity and a rejection of tradition and the exaltation of the extraordinary, putting mundanity and ugliness on a pedestal while deriding that which would truly please the eye as gauche. But the rest of Diagon Alley, the place to which your future husband - one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, a tall and beautiful man built like a mighty citadel - brought you seemed to revel in the extraordinary.

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>>A dark haired gangster looking fellow whose appearance reminds you of the American mafiosos. What's he doing this side of the pond?
>Thick mustache and receding hairline.
>>A taller man looking to be in his late 30s, clean shaven and with dark hair. Doesn't have the build to do any heavy work for a living, but could definitely shoot a gun.
QM, how would Patty react if she encountered this, whether in a dream or in real life?
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it's the weekend

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/bookerman32
Discord: https://discord.gg/yz7sDra
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Gate%20Academy
Character Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/s9JM8xxW
Quest Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiwpMw_Up_Y

Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls in secret. But now, with their existence revealed, a great cloud of change looms over Dark Gate Academy.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You came face to face with Tori Taguchi for the final showdown.
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>Ryoji wouldn't want us sitting around like this, would he?

Ken pauses. "Probably not... but I can't exactly help it, can I?"

"No..." you reply. "Take all the time you need, Ken."

"And you get some rest," he replies, as you walk away.

As you walk back to the dorm, you find a large figure in your path... one that doesn't come around the dorms often.

Your grandfather.

"Principal Kobashi," you nod respectfully. "I hope our defences are-"

"Saki," Wei interrupts. "No need for that. Come here."

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"Looks like he's finally coming to."

Hmm... voices?

Where are you?

The last thing you remember was... well, dying.

You look down. Those arms that turned to dust... still there.

What happened? Did it backfire?

Your vision focuses. Standing above you... Maro? And... and he's got both arms!

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"Dead?" you mutter, clenching your fist. "Dammit! I can't be dead! I need to go back and help them! I need to stop Tori Taguchi! I need to... Nina? Nina?"

There's no reply inside your head.

No Stranger... no Nina. Now they're both gone.

And there's no sound in the void.

"Dammit, not you too..." you mutter.

"Who are you talking to?" Yamato asks.

You grimace. "I'm trying to talk to Nina, but..."

No response from your head.

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>Ending Theme




Thanks for playing! Took ill halfway through this thread, hence the delay between session and running very late, but it's done! Next thread very soon! Follow the Twitter for any updates!

>Player Questions

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Thanks for running Booker.

Probably won't go well for the defence at the beginning since Tori'll use Maro and Ryoji's deaths as a way to throw everyone off balance. No idea how they'll bust out of hell but I do hope it ends with them literally busting out of Tori, probably too much to ask for based Yamato to follow them back but at least he's here to show Maro how to actually run things. And I like Tori and Kaori, they're cocky shits that actually deliver on their threats, makes it better when they actually lose.

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"And So, the great hero plunged his blade into the dark kings daemonic head, silencing his earth shaking roars and slaying the man turned dark beast." Said the village elder to the assorted children that had gathered in their short period of free time. You watched on from the back, no longer a child yourself but allowing yourself the small simple pleasure, though now you regretted the decision as the elder wrapped up the story of the "Hero of Time", a common and popular Hylian tale, and one you found to never sit well with you. "With the Dark King Slain, the Hero brought light back to the lands, and with the Princess, rebuilt all that had been damaged by the Dark King during his malicious rule, and the kingdom live on in peace and happiness."

The children cheered, and you smiled at the endearing display, before lifting up your bag of goods, adjusting your face covering and your thick clothing before moving on through the market. You watched the everyday events of your village play by, a village near the border of what were once the independent Gerudo that found itself to be a melting pot of Hylian and Gerudo culture . Many statuesque woman marched along the lanes of the city, their Hylian companions dwarfed by the impressive race of women. Many hybrids could be seen, all of course female and all bearing strong Gerudo features, the blood of their mothers overpowering their father's.

However, you were far more covered than anyone else, hidden beneath layers and cloth as you walked on under the lie of some form of injury that you wished to hide. When really, you hid something you were born with. You were male, a once in a century born Gerudo male that in ancient times would have been vaunted as King of his people, but you were here the child of a farmer. here you were a reclusive female hybrid who hid away on her parent's distant farm, known as Esi. A name chosen for the ease you would have remembered it as a youth, one you could not mistakenly forget and reveal your true name.

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It now held its hand, whose flesh had melted and begun to adhere to one another along the fingers due to the intense and powerful heat of the weapon. WHile the beast seemed barely damaged by this, it had been forced to drop its white hot weapon and had lost its focus. Focus that had once prevented you from escaping this one way trip to the next life, and that had prevented you from turning this unfortunate end into a powerful advantage. Readying your sword, you aimed it straight at the neck of the creature below you and angled your entire body so that the full weight of your fall would press against the hilt of your blade, sending its tip as deep as could be possible into the body of the Lynel.

You partially thought that perhaps this would be the end, that through your own cleverness you had pulled out a victory. When your sword impaled the open palm of the beast, rather than its neck flesh, you chastised yourself for such a foolish idea as an easy victory. Your blade had come down and been caught by the open palm of the beast, your blade stabbing through the palm and out the other end and was effectively halted from causing truly lethal damage to your enemy. However, you turned this to your advantage, and placing your feet against its arm, you used all your strength to turn and push the blade. With the sound of cutting flesh and pained roar, your blade was freed and took with it three of the Lynels fingers on that hand, leaving on its pointer finger and thumb, along with only enough hand to support those said extremities. You did not escape with your slight unpunished however, and felt the crashing of a fist against your back that sent you first flying through a stone pillar, then tumbling and rolling through the open territory where your opponent had cleared the area of all obstacles.

Your body screamed for respite but you could not not grant that request as your rolled back onto your feet, and brought your blade up to block the follow up attack of claws, sent to cleave your flesh from your body. Like a knight from the childhood tales told by your father, you met the beast in a contest of sharpened blades, his claws versus your sword, as sparks flew in all directions. Here your small size was a great boon, as while far more powerful the Lynel’s attacks require the movement of much longer and heavier arms, while you had far less distance and mass to reposition. It still taxed your skill and mind to meet and divert each strike that would have seen your head removed from your shoulders, but you did not falter as you kept your mind focused and your eyes scanning your enemy for any change.
When an opening arrived, a longer than average lull in the storm of ripping and tearing claws, you surged forward with an attack of your own, slashing at the shoulder of the Beast’s front leg. Metal cut into flesh, and you felt your sword cut deep and long into the meat of the muscle whose mass and depth likely exceeded your body. The beast seemed to stumble on the now weaker side, but its roar soon came back and it once more sent a hurricane of chopping and rending claws your way, forcing you back onto the defensive.

You had raked its stomach, you had burned its hand, you had removed the fingers of the other hand, and now you had stolen a piece of its foreleg. However still the beast was seemingly insurmountable. Where would you send your next attack, where would you have your blade attempt to cut and further hamper the enemy assaulting you.

>Attempt to fully take its melted hand, removing its dominate manipulator and leaving it with only two claws to attack you with, besides its legs of course. Without its hands, you could finally gain an advantage that would stick throughout the fight rather than a momentary one.

> Send your blade to the weakened leg of the Lynel, focusing on taking away its ability to move as easily and limit its ability to reposition and chase you down. You would be able to gain distance far easier, and could perhaps maneuver around the beast with less worry to its expert footwork

>Your blade must strike with the intent to kill, not maim. While skill could show this enemy your threat as a rival, it chose to show only killing intent, so you must do the same and cast your blade to its unprotected gut. Without its cudgel to keep you away, it would find itself unable to properly react to your viscous attack at its innards.

>You must destroy its ability to perceive the world, and thus react to it. Using both blade and fire, you would risk an attempt at the beast's own face and eyes. Cutting blade and cauterizing fire would find those soft organs, soft even on such a powerful beast, easy targets to damage or destroy.
>>Your blade must strike with the intent to kill, not maim. While skill could show this enemy your threat as a rival, it chose to show only killing intent, so you must do the same and cast your blade to its unprotected gut. Without its cudgel to keep you away, it would find itself unable to properly react to your viscous attack at its innards.
If we must slay the beast, the beast will die proud and tall, not lain low like a beggar
> Send your blade to the weakened leg of the Lynel, focusing on taking away its ability to move as easily and limit its ability to reposition and chase you down. You would be able to gain distance far easier, and could perhaps maneuver around the beast with less worry to its expert footwork
Going for the leg seems more accessible, and will allow us to strike more efficiently, whether to wound, or to kill, if we choose to.
>Send your blade to the weakened leg of the Lynel, focusing on taking away its ability to move as easily and limit its ability to reposition and chase you down. You would be able to gain distance far easier, and could perhaps maneuver around the beast with less worry to its expert footwork

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You live in the kingdom of Gath. You realized you have The Sight, the rare ability to see the flow of energy through the world. If you can see the flow of energy you can control it like any Sorcerer. The problem is it is illegal and heresy to be a Sorcerer but that doesn't matter right now. First you need to learn how to harness The Sight.

>Pick a background

>Guard +Equipment, +Training
>Farmer +Farm, +No Suspicion
>Scribe +Money, +Education
>Trader +Money, +Wagon
>Weirdo +Magic Potential
>Drunk +Alcoholism
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Just roll for it in an hour, I'd say both but we can't afford both.
Paste I think. Taking a lot of vitamins too. Zinc most of all.
Ah, good luck with that my man.
Switching my vote to bear. Let's examine those drunken streams.
Well fuck. Time for an obituary, I guess. It was a good start, too. I would have liked to see it taken further.
Another quest on the waiting list.
Good luck out there QM, though a goodbye word of any kind is usually better.
I'll stick around until the thread is archived, I still have hope.

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"The reason I ran from Britannia...?" You looked at Lelouch for a few seconds before you shrugged. "I suppose you have more right to know than most people, so I might as well tell you, Lelouch. The reason... The reason that I fled Britannia was because I was... looking into what happened to your mother, Marianne." Lelouch flinched backwards a little as you said that, but you kept talking. "I was young at the time, perhaps too young to do what I did, but... you're somebody who ought to understand what it was like to be more intelligent than the people older than you." You crossed your arms.

"Well... of course, but... what exactly was it that you managed to find that made you flee from Britannia? You must've found... something, right?" Lelouch was clearly excited by the prospect of you finding something that was of enough importance that you fled from your home as a result.

"Well... I was always a recluse when we were younger, but... you should know that I was always a little bit paranoid about things after the incident with your mother. So... I was worried about the Palace security teams uncovering the fact that somebody was hacking into their secure servers and poking about. I covered my tracks to a degree I thought perfect, of course, but I couldn't discount the potentiality that they would have somebody with abilities with computers that outstripped my own." While there were very few people you thought were even close to your level when it came to their skill with machines and computers, you weren't exactly aware of everyone in the world, and simply assuming that you were the best at something was a surefire way to be caught off guard should you eventually meet your match.

"So... you're saying that you found something... do you... do you know who killed my mother?" Lelouch was clearly astonished by your revelation. "Is that why you fled from Britannia?" You were getting to that part.
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>>"We should take the sub-levels back, the old subway lines might be able to get us there."
>>"We should take the sub-levels back, the old subway lines might be able to get us there."
>"We should take the sub-levels back, the old subway lines might be able to get us there."
>"We should take the sub-levels back, the old subway lines might be able to get us there."
>"We should take the sub-levels back, the old subway lines might be able to get us there."

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