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due to Syllugs early passing, his son Ydela grows up to be a neurotic and reluctant ruler, widely unpopular with his people
In light of our recent discoveries, it would be unwise of us to upset the people further.
Though our disdain for them hasn't diminished, we wager that it would be better for everyone involved, if we were less antagonistic towards our subjects.
The guards agree, leaving us to once again be embarrassed by thinking out loud.
We really need to stop this.
Though dismayed by our still apparent hatred for the common folk, our headguard shows empathetic for our troubles.
While he agrees with us to an extend, suggesting that, while it is the people's shortsightedness that has caused this animosity, that we as the supreme ancestor, should be above this sort of behavior.
We could argue with him about this, we're very much capable of tearing that logic apart, but he's got a point.
We concede and agree to set things right, asking for a suggestion on how to proceed.

After a brainstorming session with the guards, we have a good idea on what to do.
Now with a plan, we set out to reconcile with the people

In the town square, we get up on a podium and shout for their attention.

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>colonize the eastern frontier
More land and future for our people, absolute pog

>colonize the eastern frontier
Hey, actually, lets change this >>4554045

>remove the problem permanently

This is the duty of the Ongizaz after all.
This is gonna be funny, right, but blah blah blah talking in the discord, anyway change >>4554048

To >colonize the eastern frontier
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>Discord: Upon Request
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>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4494155/

‘Father?’ you sound out, feeling quite … puzzled by his re-emergence. Had he not just departed not an hour prior?

There is a message for you,’ your father declares curtly, striding over with heavy, impatient footsteps as he thrusts a data slate right under your nose. ‘I would have thought that the terms of your transfer would have signed over everything regarding your very being over to the House; it would seem that even the legislature that defines our positions in this Empire are not without areas available for exploitation.’

You take the offending item from his person, furrowing your brows as you stare up at a pair of firm (and disapproving) eyes … and immediately decide not to comment on your father’s current disposition beyond what you had already communicated; your father seems annoyed enough that he had to march down here himself. Quickly accessing the device with a series of quick swipes, the interface and display come to life, flashing the outpost designation and your registration details—a temporary necessity by the protocols of the outpost—before accessing the untended mess that was your message folder (cluttered by notifications from the outpost of almost every matter from custodial warnings to medical updates), finding an extremely familiar icon, underlined by your AEGIS ID.

To: GAIA-0401
From: AEGIS Resources Office, LSUR-7131
Priority: GREEN
Subject: [Unavailable]

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>>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’

Find out about our mistresses!
>‘I haven’t heard from Gerard in a while. You heard from him since the evacuation?’
>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’
>‘The Rhysode population. Did the EVAC get them out in time?’
>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
>‘Sansa should have made it out safely. She must have been with the EVAC units.’
>>‘Instructor Fisher and her family. Have you heard from her since?’
One vote only lads remember
>>‘I haven’t heard from Gerard in a while. You heard from him since the evacuation?’

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"H...ey....he...y....hey! HEY! Wake up!"

Your eyes shoot open, only to instinctively close as the intense light of the sun above forces you to close them.

"Oh, great. You're alive. I was worried for a second there..."

You prop yourself up, slowly opening your eyes this time. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see that you are in the middle of a vast field of flowers, surrounded by forests and mountains. A single small town is visible in the distance.

"Are you all right?"

You finally look towards the source of the voice that you have been hearing, it seems to be a girl in her late teens. You nod absentmindedly, eliciting a pleased giggle from the girl.

"Good! I'm glad that you aren't too screwed up from your journey over here. A lot of people that end up in our world tend to lose a lot of themselves on their way over."

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You ask him if there are any other siblings of his that you should watch out for.

"Hmm...well, my only siblings are Darkness and Misty, but there are other members of my family. I assume that Yog-Sothoth is dead, and as you know both Hastur and I are friendly enough. You've already 'met' Shub-Niggurath, and she isn't moving any time soon. So as far as potential threats to your journey, that would leave...hmm...ah, Cthulu (Hastur's brother), Ugga-Naach and Lilith (my kids), and my father, Azathoth; though I'm not sure where the old...man(?) is right now."

Ok, so Cthulu, Ugga-Naach, Lilith, and Azathoth. Got it.

"There may also be some lesser gods, demons, things like that chaos spirit, and other miscellaneous things that get in your way, but you should be fine."

You thank him for his help.

"Hey, no problem, pal. I'm just glad that I could repay you for your kindness. Aaaaanyway, I've got some errands to run, so I'm gonna bail. I doubt we'll meet again, but that might honestly be for the best. Take good care of that ring and key that I gave you. See ya'."

He tosses some money on the table and then wanders out. Jack scratches his head.

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>Ask what they think
But my vote is
>Ask what they think
Greatest soldier in the world BIG BOSS
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Surprise family member visits tend to screw my schedule up, sorry about that.
You ask the group what they think and mention that you'd personally like to look around for a bit. Carmen gives you an annoyed look.

"The sooner that we get this done, the better. Let us just go find the hole."

Remilia butts in next.

"I kind of want to look around, too. Though I might need some help in case it begins raining again, as I have trouble moving through and over running water."

Jack shrugs.

"Whatever you guys want, I guess. Though I feel like getting this done faster would be better for all of us."

Hastur, still at the bar, speaks up.

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>Enter the antique shop
>Check out the robotics store

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You find yourself sitting under a quaint little tree, packing your long pipe with some of farmer Larchginer's secret crop. He tries to hide his pipe-weed in a new spot every year, but you find it every time. No one knows the lands around your little shire better then you do after all. You have explored its deep forests, smooth plains, and rolling hills to no end. Which makes you the odd one out from your fellows, whom prefer to stay put and tend to their little plots of land from birth until the day they die. Take Farmer Littlelily for example, from your vantage point under this little tree that is just now tasting its tenth spring, you can see him planting this years crop. He lived on this land with his father, then he inherited it, and now he is raising a family on it. One day he will die here, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he never deviates more then a hundred yards from the place he was born.

You press the pipe to your lips and take a few drags, then let out a few smoke rings before continuing with your armchair analysis of the farmer. You have plenty of time after all, no farm, no wife, and no children. Even though you are still a young man, only twenty three, your mother likes to remind you, on the rare occasion that you visit, that you are not getting any younger. The farmer is trying to make a goat pull a plow for him with the promise of some grass. But the stubborn animal refuses to move. You take a moment to piety the farmer who as to do all the seeding himself. Five daughters and no sons, a brutal hand to be dealt. Even though he is only ten years older then you, he has already taken to looking fifty. Its almost midday and you start to wonder what to do with yourself.

>what do?
- Go down and help the farmer, you know he will invite you for supper and Ms.Littlelily makes a good stew. It wouldn’t be the first time.
- Go hunting for some game, at the start of spring most larders are running empty and you know fresh meat has its value highest at this time.
- Meet up with the boys at the tavern, you know for a fact Eire will be there before his shift starts. Now that he is a working man you won't get to see him much.
- Head home, you haven’t been there for days.
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>- Explain to the pair why they are incarcerated and what they think of the charges.
If nothing else, they deserve to know why they're jailed.
>- Ask Eire to borrow the crescent sword in order to conduct some forensic experiments
We can ask the butcher to let us take a few swings, see if the cuts are anywhere close to the ones we found.
>Explain to the pair why they are incarcerated and what they think of the charges.
And go on to question them about the happenings in the woods.


O damn glad to see that your back already, hope you dominated the fuck outta your studybooks brother
Both needs to be done, no reason not to be polite to them, even if they did the deed.

It might be quite difficult to get them free, even if they promised to help us. Lets see if they want to even talk, to start with.
>- Explain to the pair why they are incarcerated and what they think of the charges.

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"Hello there! I'm Doctor Anon. You're just in time to pick up your very own pepe. In fact, you're early, so you get to choose first. As we all know, pepes are genetically modified frogs - forced to mutate due to overexposure to chemicals in the waters they live and breed in. If you want to get anywhere worthwhile, you're going to want a pepe by your side."

Doctor Anon pauses, gesturing to a small table with three metallic prisms, each one set before a label. "There they are. Which one will you make to be your lifelong friend?"

>HANDY PEPE (Rock): This froggy friend loves tinkering with things. Although he lacks a lot of experience, he often tries to fix household appliances.

>CRAFTY PEPE (Paper): A pepe with a strong desire to create. It loves to fashion things out of construction paper and glue.

>STABBY PEPE (Scissors): A fidgety amphibian that is drawn to sharp objects. It is known for its tendency to stab whatever gets close to it.
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>Is moot god in this universe?
newfag detected
Wait, he's the owner of funnyjunk, right?
No, he’s a mod on Gaia, duh.
Did my shitty joke offend you, OP?

>Okay, just let me check here...

>It's not rocket science, 'Zumi. You make sure the camera's pointing the right way, you make sure the feed's going out, you press the button. Easy!

>I know, I know, I'm just making sure...right, then. I think we're rolling. Well then, Lorelei, if you'd be so kind as to do the honors?

>I thought Miranda would be the one to handle all the introduction stuff since she's the leader?

>Yeah, I mean, it makes sense, but you've got more 'stage presence' than me. I don't mind sitting back.

>Fine, sure, we're on air anyways. OKAY! Hello out there to all of you lovely peoples in...wherever! This is Silver Eye Solutions, hosting an on-air Q&A for all of your Outgoer questions to be answered! By us!

>Not EVERY question. Some things are classified.

>Party pooper. Fine, MOST things. Anywho, you can ask us anything you like! We'll be nice and try to answer as best we can, even if it's uncomfortable. But if it is don't blame us if we decide not to for reasons, like it's super secret or something.Oh, and all of us in SES are here- roll call!

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“Next!" Finally. The line’s been long, but it’s a...well, no, it’s a strange feeling. But then again, that seems to be every day here at Dynamic Methods." Catherine Arceis!”

The creature at the pay window- vaguely similar to a purple, long-headed gecko with a New England accent- gives you a smile. “Good woik out there, kid,” she says as she turns over the glowing spheres that is the local currency. “Thanks fah holding things until Kingsly's men could reposition. Pulled our butts outta da frya.” Wait, was she...gah, you’re still getting used to being part of a whole platoon. Hard to remember faces.

“Y-you were there?” you ask as you receive them. You’re normally not so timid, but this place is still new to you. Faux pas abound. Like not accepting ‘motes’ as soon as they’re offered...apparently considered insulting. Doing so via just will was still odd...

“Just as sapport. I ain’t no fighta!” she chuckles. “Anyway, that’s ya cut. Now off with ya. Go by yaself a nice big gumball.”

“Aha, right. Good day.” Saluting, you leave the pay window behind as you hear her call ‘NEXT!’ once again.

Kind of surreal, still. Catherine Arceis, A.K.A. Arc. Employed by Dynamic Methods, currently assigned to Delta Division - ‘Heavy Infantry’. Your unit is known as the ‘Sledgehammers’. Or, to your intra-company rivals, the ‘Big Ugly Stains’ due to your division logo, which is SUPPOSED to be a warhammer and a red splotch, but...well, you can see why they call it that.

At any rate, as you exit HQ, you take another breath as you look to the 'sky'. It's still strange. Enchanting, almost. No one else seems to care, likely because they've been here too long, but to you... Helps dull the pain a bit. Of being dismissed. Abandoned.

Still hurts. But, what's done is done. Now you have...well. Damn. What DO you have?

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I'll be moving to #101 officially, but if anyone has anything to say or whatnot in this one, I'd hope it'll remain up.
>Heavy Infantry AKA "Sledgehammers" AKA "Big Ugly Stains" AKA "BUS"
>Eh, students have been working too hard on their project, just send the BUS over to clear out the building.
>Time for school, get inside the BUS and let it soak up gunfire for the students.
>Oh, Miranda's teaching again? Send the BUS over with some students, maybe they'll learn something.
And new thread!


Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest! It's good to be back.

Continuing from the previous episode, we resume control of Kung Jin. Having secured an artifact from his family's vaults and defended it from the Red Dragon, the plan to lure out the Kollector proceeds. But something else is brewing under the surface in the young Shaolin, and it may just threaten to overwhelm him...

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>Ask to meditate with him.

Instead, Jin asks, "Would you meditate with me?"

"It's kind of a personal thing, isn't it? Or are you just trying it out with different people and seeing if anything sticks," Kaito asks, his voice more mirthful than it has been today.

"Maybe you could observe, and see if there's anything physically wrong."

With a shrug, Kaito sits down. Jin is halfway into following the action when he notices Kaito looking past him and then hears footsteps approaching.

"Excuse us," Kenshi says as he and Takeda walk around Jin's left. "I couldn't help but overhear and thought we might be able to render some assistance."

"You were all the way at the other corner of the rooftop," Jin says, slightly dumbfounded.

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"But then why do you feel alien to me? Why do I see you as my ancestor?"

"Because you do not choose to accept me. You fight me, suppress me, ignore me---and because of this, I am foreign to you."

Jin closes his eyes, puts his hands on his hips and laughs lowly. "So, after all this doubt and wondering what's wrong, who's haunting me---it turns out it's me. Is that the lesson? That I'm my own greatest enemy?"

"I am not here to teach you anything," his reflection replies as he moves in place, slowly yet purposefully moving his arms and legs in a flowing motion. "I simply am."

"I can hardly believe this," Jin mutters, approaching a nearby rock and sitting on it. "Here I am, attacked outside my ancestral home, betrayed by a brother monk, my temple and home assaulted, the archives burnt, my mentor and Grandmaster taken and beaten within an inch of his life, his family heirloom stolen by the enemies responsible for all of it... and I can't even blame anyone for my meditation problem. It's just me. That's the cherry on top."

He sits for a moment more in silence, simply watching his other self move. He feels an uncontrollable urge well up within him, and he jolts upwards. "Alright then, tell me, what is it, huh? Am I too too present, too focused on physical things, like the archives? Am I distracted, upset, lost? Am I too angry, too vengeful for wanting to make right what has wronged me? Because I already know all of that! Or is it my arrogance? My pride? Is it that I often feel superior to those around me? Well how is that MY problem? Why don't THEY get better?"

His other self says nothing and only continues to move, going through the motions of the Shaolin tradition.

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Jin wants to say more, he wants to continue to shout and question and demand, but he is powerless to do so, for with but a simple touch, his other self sends him hurtling back into the physical world. Jin finds himself breathing heavily, as though out of breath, gasping for air. His heart is racing and his eyes feel blurry---they are wet with tears. He brings up a hand to wipe his eyes, staring at the moisture on them in confusion.

"What happened?" Kaito asks. "One moment you were fine, and the next, you weren't."

"How long?" Jin asks.

"Only a few seconds."

Jin lowers his head as Takeda and Kenshi remain silently seated. "I know that the deeper levels of meditation allow one to disregard the flow of time, but it usually results in making long periods of time feel short. The other way is not inconceivable, but... Strange..."

Kenshi then speaks. "We felt conflict, and merely kept you stable. Something much stronger forced us out and you back to the physical world."

"Stronger," Jin repeats his word.

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That concludes this thread on Kung Jin; I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. I has a blast writing it.

It's been a long while since we had a poll, so here's one for the protagonist of our next episode: https://strawpoll.com/y1y9abc3o

I don't believe I mentioned it in the first half of this thread, but while I was away in Korea during 2020 our five-year anniversary came and went in April. I was in the field at the time, and couldn't run a thread; I was also going through some personal stuff, but I'd like to think I'm past it. On another small note, I got the opportunity to visit the military base I started writing the story on, now long abandoned and left to rot for about three years now. It was a wild trip, let me tell you, seeing the places I inhabited and had so many memories of now decrepit and ruined.

I just wanted to say how wonderful it is that we've been running for five years now; look at all we've accomplished. Though the time and places have come and gone, we're still here, and that's pretty special. For those who have stuck with me so far, I can't thank you enough. I'll see this story through to its end for you.

I've archived the thread in the usual place: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4538527/

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In this illustrious remake of the ever popular Shinji Ikari Quest Series you wake up as Sanjay Al-Chadhari:
Ashoka to the left of me
Miso to the right
Rei standing with breakfast for five
Pen Pen wants a bite!
A. Boot up distro
B. Get on with Jeff's mandatory morning chin up programme
C. Task Rei with smiling to see if she keeps making progress
D. Revise for the anticipated pop quiz
>B. Get on with Jeff's mandatory morning chin up programme
B. Get on with Jeff's mandatory morning chin up programme
B. Get on with Jeff's mandatory morning chin up programme
What quest is op referring to?Not seeing any in the archives

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The War is over. Not by by the end of the year, but finally, at long last, over. The old proverb is the first casualty of war is truth, but in truth, the actual first casualty is certainty. Truth bleeds out later, in cuts and lacerations inflicted by no one knowing what happens next. The War is over. That is true. But who planned for this long, dire peace we find ourselves in?

The broadsheets say Vanadia won The War. The news criers do too. Listen at the pubs and these anyone will swing you a regaling patriotic tale. Our front-liners won it, and hard fought too! Cheers and beers and three toasts for lost souls and bold heroes! Half the time they mean it too. The other half the uniforms in the corner at least make them the say the words. The diplomats at their high table say The War was won, surely, by someone. Potentially multiple someones. Hard to quantify. Should not let the past intrude upon the present. And circling back around, gentlemen, shall we, it may be true that to the winner go the spoils but the trade deals go to the canny.

The truth is many things.

First Minister Ghelis and the committee for Public Safety let it be known that the fact of the matter is Vanadia won the war through the hard sacrifices of the many, for the benefit of the few, and in these trying times that have followed it must therefore fall on the few to serve the many. It sounds well enough on the radio. If you do not think about it too hard you can almost ignore the despotism lurking in the syllables, the way the interviewers never quite follow up on who - exactly - the few are? How long this state of post-war emergency will carry on? Why the military, spent and rent and broken by the Pytherii war machines, is rapidly re-arming.

Across the demilitarised Seriaki plains the reconstruction effort is in full swing. Refuges return to old homes and hamlets. It's an uncertain prospect. The journey is hampered by the prowling fangs of released warbeasts, undetonated munitions, lingering resonating spell-scars and the diplomatic process of border definition. Apparently they're debating where it even is now. No one seems to remember for sure.

It might be said the fifty thousand tons of arcane scrap still smouldering in the impact crater has something to do with it.

But who can tell?

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#Yaan Ciro, Specialist
[AP: 4] || [MP: 4] || [ST: 10] || [FO: 8/12] || [HP: 1/12] || [DR: 2
[Cqc: 12] || [Acc: 12] || [Ref: 9] || [Too: 12] || [Acr: 12] || [Res: 12]
(c7 Service Pistol) || 2d6 pi | Burst 3 | SHOTS: {12}
(Reloads) || Quantity: 2/2
(Stingers) || Quantity: 0/3
(Aid Kits) || Quantity: 1/2
{Prodigy Transfer Paperwork} || <1>: Spend 1 AP to set Crit-rating to 3-8. || <2>: You may spend MP to aim, gaining +1hit/crit per MP. || <3>: Your movement also counts for spending that much AP, but only once per turn.

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Rolled 5, 5, 5, 2, 4, 1 = 22 (6d6)

>4AP: Try to imbue the enemies at 6SW 4SE with enough fire from the source at 9SW 1SE to hurt them. +2 extra targets, -2 to skill. Roll 3d6 vs 14 +6 crit
>4MP: Stand up, move 2SE and crawl again

#Alora, Field Specialist
AP 4 | MP 4 | ST 10 | Focus 12 | Health 10/12 | Dr 2
cqc 12 | Accuracy 12 | Reflex 9 | Tools 12 | acrobatics 12
c7 Service Pistol. 2d6 pi | Burst 3 | SHOTS: {12}
Stingers * 3
Aid Kits *2

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"On it chap, commandeering a boat."

#Felix, Coordinator
AP 4 | MP 4 | ST 10 | Focus 12 | Health 4/12 | Dr 2
CQC 12 | Accuracy 12 | Reflex 9 | Tools 12 | Acrobatics 12
c7 Service Pistol. 2d6 pi | Burst 3 | SHOTS: {12} | Reloads 2 AP | 24 Spare Rounds
Stingers * 3
Aid Kits * 0
+9 Authority:

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

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

After a fraught encounter with your teacher, who burst into a Dragon and attempted to kill you, you were saved by Kendra Shields (call her Ken), a gruff, battle-worn two-star Slayer for the Fraternal Order Of Dragon Slayers (FOODS), and became her apprentice in order to learn enough so that you could defend yourself from Dragons.

It's a rough life, apparently - even a drop of your blood will make anyone with the latent Dragon gene able to smell you, and if they're inactive, burst into a gigantic monster to try and eat you. So, learning self defense, combat techniques, and alchemy from Ken and her compatriots has been a pretty big part of the past week or so. You still aren't sure whether or not you actually want to join FOODS in any way.

Yesterday, or really very early this morning, at a party your (sole) friend Josh was holding, you were introduced to an odd girl named Rebecca with an eclectic music taste. You even managed to get your first kiss from her (and second, and third... etc.), but, unfortunately, you were rudely interrupted by the sounds of combat in the distance, indicating that something was amiss.

A quick call to Ken's colleague, Dr. Hyde, informed you that there was a Two-Star dragon in the neighborhood, and you needed to get out of there, or else risk getting a bunch of innocents caught in the crossfire. Without a lot of other options, you took a beer from Josh's fridge, got Rebecca's number, and ran.

Eventually making your way to a Walmart parking lot, you found a nice hiding spot and got a front row seat to a Dragon being assaulted by a whole squad of Slayers at once, Ken included - but they were being beaten back by a white-haired girl with a golden blade and a not insignificant amount of alchemical talent. After breaking her ribs and sending the girl packing, you sneaked away to follow her, confident that the other Slayers could handle the Dragon.
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>You're already out, might as well find somewhere with a lot of material for alchemy practice or fighting practice. [Disciplined]
>You're already out, might as well find somewhere with a lot of material for alchemy practice or fighting practice. [Disciplined]
>You're already out, might as well find somewhere with a lot of material for alchemy practice or fighting practice. [Disciplined]
>>Call Josh and ask if he's free. Spend some time with your broheim. [Relaxed]
b r o t i m e
>Call Josh and ask if he's free. Spend some time with your broheim. [Relaxed]

I'd vote for alchemy practice, but I don't think we have any of those dragon venom pills that Ken gave us last time, so it would be hard to avoid attracting attention.

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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...
Chuichi's secret was revealed, and Tsuki returned.
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"Sensei, do you intend to follow behind me forever?"

Act steps forward from the shadows, facing Makoto with a smirk. "I knew you were right to be my student," she brags. "I was just checking to see you had your wits about you."

"Have you come across any of the others?" Makoto asks.

Act shakes her head. "You know that's not why I'm here. Especially not now."

"Not... now?"

Act looks away. "So you didn't just feel it? It really was just me?"

"Feel what?"

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>Ending Theme




Thanks for playing! Apologies for the delays on this one, but I promise the next thread will be much sooner. As a break from the escalating fire of Class1, next thread will actually be hopping back to Class 2's affairs as we enter the final 10 threads of the season! Follow the Twitter for any updates!

>Player Questions

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Ded, no big surprise.
Atasuke, Kaiya, Keiji-Senpai when he turns on everyone cause Kaiya is fighting back.
Power of love. Or Majin Kaz.
I'm thinking the Conquer is planning an attack at the same time Chuichi destroys the school, leading to a another invasion and everyone will tell him it's his fault.
It's still broken, buy a new bowl.
Thanks for running Booker.

Much as I'd like Chuichi to make it out the other side I expect him to die in a mutual kill, either against one of the chopping block or following through on his goals to actually do DGA's job correctly and offing the Archdemon that runs the fortress.

Kaiya's actively searching for the block, doubt Mio'll be on the block, she'll probably get knocked out or something when Chuichi and Atasuke'll fight, Atasuke might be killed by Chuichi and I actually think Kaiya'll be the one to kill Keiji in a kind of "I want to die/I can't live without you" murder-suicide.

Mayu'll definitely need a dip in the magic bath, doesn't matter if she needs drugs after, she made her bed so she can lie in it as well. Might come around briefly after the Act fight.

Oh yeah, Kaz'll tap into whatever secret form he gets from Kankuro, either go full feral or develop a genuine split personality.

I imagine the fortress'll be set up for another Season 4 threat or something.

Call me a pragmatist or a filthy cretin but why would I spend money on gold to fix a bowl when I could get like 100 identical bowls for the same price?
>What will become of Chuichi?
Saved by friendship.
>Who do you see on the chopping block?
Mayu hopefully
>Can Mayu be saved, and how?
Can you save someone from themself
Will Kaz keep it together?
>What's with the fortress?
evil emerald city?
>And where do you stand on kintsukuroi?
Gorgeous art form

Mio still best girl.

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“Not long now, Rodney!” Your mother singsongs as the dreaded monument looms into view. ‘Thurston Preparatory School: Home of the Mavericks,’ the well-worn placard reads.

“Don’t act too torn up. You’ll get me all misty-eyed,” you pipe up from the back seat.

“Are we actually feeling remorse now? Where was this when you put little Stepherson in the emergency room?” A crotchety sounding voice comes from the driver’s seat.

“Aw shut up, Bill,” You say with a long-suffering groan.

“RODNEY!” Your mother shrills as Bill mutters something indistinct under his breath.

You glare at her before responding, “what do you want me to call him then? He’s not good enough to be a ‘William’.”

‘“Father’ would be nice,” Bill grumbles as he runs a hand through his thinning hair.

“Wasn’t talking to you, Bill.” You say as you turn to look out the window, the overcast sky really complimenting the unwashed brick and wrought iron palisade.

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“I’m actually a pretty academically inclined if you can believe that,” you say with a mote of pride, hoping to rattle her expectations of you a little.

“Yes, the dossier made note of your achievements in academics. Of particular note were your high marks in physics,” Miss Silvers replies neutrally.

“Oh, well you know. Everyone’s always telling me I’ve got potential but I keep getting let down,” you tell the same tired joke you always tell when you want to deflect praise.

“Hm… that’s quite funny,” Miss Silvers turns to look at you, the smallest smile observable to man appearing on her lips. Not quite sure how to respond to this, you shift your gaze to the ground and avoid her stare. The two of you continue your trek in complete silence as you cross the school grounds.

Just as you’re about to suffocate from the sheer amount of dead air emanating from this bizarre woman, you notice she’s stopped. In front of you lies a building with the same bleak sensibilities as the rest of the architecture you’re becoming accustomed to, except this rat's nest looks particularly shoddy and rundown. “Hopkins Hall,” Miss Silvers informs you. This dingy hovel is where you’ll be staying for the entirety of your time at Thurston.

“Looks… homey,” ‘for a prison camp.’

“You’ll be further briefed inside by your dorm supervisor, Mr. Mainord. He’ll answer any questions of yours to the best of his abilities. I must now take my leave and resume my duties as assistant to the vice-principal. Have a pleasant rest of the day and—once again—welcome to Thurston Preparatory,” and with a clack she spins on her heel and marches back towards the main grounds.

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Indoors isn’t much of an improvement. The faint smell of mildew wafts through the air as you pass by what you can only assume is a recreational room on your way to Mr. Mainord’s office. The carpet here is filthy, the amount of stains and areas of exposed floorboard too numerous to count. The walls fare no better, their paper yellowed and molded over with several sections torn and folded over, revealing the wood paneling underneath. You just shake your head in resignation and continue towards Mr. Mainord’s office at the end of the long, disgusting hallway. Along the way you hear the sounds of muffled speech reverberating off the walls. Well, you say speech. It actually sounds more like… yeah, that’s moaning, and it’s getting louder as you approach the doorway. You step right up to the doorframe and pause, the hoarse voice of a woman grunting and braying monosyllables in cadence to the bassline of a 70s groove track. You wait right before her panting reaches a crescendo before knocking harshly on the door thrice. Immediately you hear a click and that distinctive whine an old tv makes when turned off followed by a string of curses, papers shuffling, and what sounds like the rapid zipping of a fly. “Come in!” A raspy voice barks.

You open the door and step inside, taking in the sight of Mr. Mainord. A bulbous, middle aged man with a red face slick with sweat pouring from the top of his balding head and streaming down the puddle of flab where his topmost chin swims. “Uh… you must be Robbie!” He puts on a forced grin.

“Rodney,” you say as you fold your arms together.

“Rodney, yeah yeah. You weren’t sposed ta come here ‘til like, noon,” he says continuing to smile painfully as his fingers drum along his desk.

“It’s 12:30.”

“Is it?” He glances over to the side where a clock is hanging on the wall. “So it is! Ha… lost track a time there…” He clears his throat before continuing. “Anyways, I’m Mr. Mainord,” he rises from his seat and offers you his hand. You just stare at it then at him with an accusatory glare, not even bothering to uncross your arms.

He takes his hand back and rubs the back of his scalp uneasily. “Ok then so uh… I don’t know what you’ve been told by the guys out there, but in here the guy in charge is me,” his nostrils flare as he intakes a sharp breath of air and sits up straighter in his seat, “So don’t be causin’ no trouble. We got enough troublemakers around here as it is, got it?” He coughs into his hand and scratches at the peach fuzz under his nose, “So uh… did you need somethin’ from me or…?”

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>>“Can you tell me more about the school? Miss Silvers was kinda… brief”
>>“Did I interrupt something of yours, sir?”
If we can get away with it, let's turn that TV on.
I'm sticking a fork in this, sadly. Clearly not cut out for this kind of thing. Thanks to anyone who stopped by to read.

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Previously, on Mythology Quest;

The Counterpart Gods, Luminos and Umbro find worshippers, and sire Holy lines. Luminos finds worship in the Hiven, and Ants. Umbros finds reveration in the Webweavers and a strange species with speartips upon their tails.

Of course, this is the world Life has gifted unto the two; they may change it as they wish.


You await the eventual dispersal of the crowd, and as your son is alone upon the stage you climb the steps and revert to your Pale Hiven form, as his back is turned.

"Escrimeur, my son." You say to announce your presence, and he turns around, a look of shock plastered upon his face, until a look of reverence shines through, as he bows, "Mother."

You give him a warm smile, as you converse.


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>>insult him back
just hover above him
>>Insult him back
> Hover in front of them and ask why they appear to be trying to get themselves killed
>>Insult him back
We need balls
QM... you didn't flake, did you?

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Black Clover: Parallel Story #21

This is a CYOA QUEST set in the world of Black Clover manga and anime.

The Quest is updated DAILY.

What adventures lie beyond the worktable of cloth and needles? After being awarded a grimoire of spells and magic during her coming-of-age ceremony, Cynthia – a tailor girl in her fifteens – dreams of finding it out. Tempted by glory, freedom, money, opportunity, and adventure, Cynthia joins the Order the Magic Knights: the protectors of her Kingdom. With no offensive spells in her grimoire and with the background of a commoner (or perhaps...), Cynthia soon realizes that her life as a Magic Knight will be tough, unfair and ruthless. As a part of the Blue Rose Magic Knight Squad - an all female battalion - Cynthia will: make new friends and foes, delve into deadly dungeons and inside the hearts of Mana Zones, be forced to ally with the enemies from the Diamond Kingdom and more... What happens next to Cynthia is up to you to share with me next.

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> Please vote if you feel like it.

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You raise your chin. You relax and soften your body. You deeply inhale before you stop your breathing from both your mouth and your nose. You close your eyes as tightly as you can to have the veil of your mind focus on nothing but the magical essence surrounding you. There’s a loud chime noise from the quivering crystals layering the amber-red chamber. You place your hands over your ears to silence that sensation and sound too.

You do it the way you have been trained to do to – successfully – increase your magic sense and perception. With so much familiar – although not exactly yours – magic surrounding you, something like this technique should be possible to achieve for you presently, as it will be for your imagined self years in the future. You attempt to fall into the “Mana Flow” state, where the presence of magic overpowers everything else.

But despite your best efforts, it is not your magic to control. There are no silver birds to guide your magical abilities... “Mana Skin” requires absolute control over your mana and an unwavering concentration to be able to form a coating that turns a regular Magic Knight into a remarkable one...

It is an incredibly hard technique to master; to use it consciously and to greater effect. Even for the nobles, with all their immense mana, have to train to be able to use it. For commoners like you, it is not often you can find somebody who possesses such a technique. But this “Mana Zone” that the older-Cynthia has completed, is it entirely different. The natural mana, especially in a Grand Magic Zone such as this one, is not that is supposed to be servient to the mages; their grimoire should only be able to turn their own mana into spells. That is not the case here, and while you have this thought at first, that is not because this girl is part of the same magic that is this cavern. She is your reflection, using Linen Magic!

“Linen Magic: Weighted Blanket.”

You feel an unexpected shove and jolt as you are painfully dragged out of your meditation. The binding spell does not come from the woman, but from left-field – a deep corner – of the chamber. The dominant layer of mercury-hued magic swirls and then tightens around you as the long, rigid and thick blanket begins to harden. You find yourself stuck in a cocoon with only a part of your face free but almost glued to one position.

The woman raises her hand, and with it, the shawl ascends above your head and switches to its ritual-mace form. You don’t have time to run...

“I probably won’t be able to end it with one swing, so I will have to repeat it,” she says with a note of unexpected melancholy. “I will make the pain quick.”

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Then, all the features of her body – previously fleshy and expressive – freeze and become gemstone-like, like the rest of the chamber. Sharp edges become apparent and visible across her body - even over the clothes - as if she was a poorly made statue until she is completely transformed into a crimson crystal pillar. The pillar begins to change...

As soon as her form vanishes, the linen chaining you begins to glow with a bright grey vividness. It soon explodes into thousands of sparkles. You are now free, but you quickly realize that the troubles are far from over. The form of the pillar begins to take shape of a towering muscular man.

He does not have a grimoire hovering by his side but he raises his hand to summon a spell despite that. From empty air he takes out a battle axe:

“Axe Magic: Behemoth Beheader.”

The axe does not have details, yet; neither does the brawny wielder of it, however, that does not stop him from swinging it in a descending motion.

> Please roll 1d100 (-10) – best of three – to avoid the attack.
Rolled 60 (1d100)

Rolled 50 - 10 (1d100 - 10)


Ok gents, sorry about t he late start today! Working on a part for a NIMS certification thing we've got to do and it's a bit of a bastard, haha. I hate flat bottom holes. Nothing unusual going on this week, I hope, but we all know how that can go.

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Anyway, I think that's about it!


Merlin- somehow- managed to get you approved to start taking Tatyana up on short practice training flights over the ocean range, or the north side of Ft. Irwin. How she managed to do it, given the usual restriction against wyvern pilots flying anything else, is at best a guess on your part- though you're reasonably sure the trainers here shouldn't be all the difficult to manage, even without Muninn's presence.

The trainer in question is one of the small fleet of modified Redhawks used for SIO flight training- the instructor's usual position replaced with a copy of the rear seat of the Wyvern, though without either the MIU equipment nor the flight suit interface gear- trainee SIOs make use of the leg interfaces exclusively. Of course, the front office, equipped for an instructor, has a whole panel dedicated to running through various training events- from simulating target tracking to onboard issues like an engine failure or electronics fault. You kind of laugh at that- in flight, those kinds of things are Muninn's domain, and the AI handles them faultlessly.

Still, the little trainer, looking very out of place, has been towed over to a spot near the dragon's roost, checked out and fuelled for flight- you're just waiting for Tatyana and her escorting officer to show up before you mount up and head out over Irwin- there's more targets there for her to practice tracking on, and the entire fort is wired for training ground-attack missions as well, giving you more options. It's been made clear, though, that this is not a training flight- it's practice for when she's cleared to move onto flight training, but since that's done on an individual basis, that could be weeks or months away. Tatyana seems sure it won't be, and that she'll be one of the first to move on from ground instruction to training flights, but you're not as sure- if witch training is like pilot training, attitude is a factor as well, with the board starting to take a more active interest in a candidate at this point.

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And that's gonna be it for the week! Sorry about tonight, I'd completely forgotten the folks were going camping this weekend- I thought it was next weekend- and so I got kinda caught out by it here. I'd planned to run a normal thread, but since I've got to keep an eye on the dogs, and they need to go out every couple hours... well, here we are, haha.

Anyway, that's it for the week, but as always I'll be around to answer questions or comments here or in discord if there are any. Otherwise gents, till next week, cheers!
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Thanks for the run boss.
Thanks for the run Ghost!
thanks for running Ghost
Heh, "Dragonrider" school

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