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You are MC Kid resident of the small town of Hubville, in the beautiful country of Murika. The date is July 17th, [current year-6].
You awake in your room, which is rather plain. You have a computer, a closet, and a bed, the latter of which you awoke on before getting out. According to your watch, the time is 7:32 AM.
What will you do?
>Open inventory
>Inspect [object]
>Exit room
>[Other]
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Señor Tumñus shuts off the mighty 409 engine, cutting off both the glass pack rattle of the exhaust and the War song on the 8 track, and clops over to the trunk of the magnificent Impala. You peel your bare ass from the Tijuana tuck and roll upholstery and as you step out of the magnificent Impala you reflect on the fact that while you are small in stature and your chest is deliciously flat, you are totally 18 years old.

The situation is grim. Hideous yellow bugmen with slanty compound eyes scurry up and down the street, terrorizing the non-yellow citizenry and eating their dogs and cats. "Orale guey!" Tumnus shouts, beckoning you to the trunk which is emblazoned with an Aztec warrior clad in a goatskin sacrificing a big titty virgin to Quetzalcoatl. He pops it open to reveal:

>2 MAC-10s
>2 .45 Colt Ruger Vaqueros with snakes engraved on the grips
>2 Colt 1911 .45 longslides
>1 USAS-12
>1 M16 with M203 grenade launcher
>1 M60 machine gun
>1 S&W .500 Magnum
>2 machetes
>1 sledgehammer
>1 chainsaw
>10 grenades

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>>5019139
>chucking
Goddamn I hate phoneposting
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>>5019139
>2 MAC-10s
>2 machetes

>Exterminate the bugmen
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>>5019976
support
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>>5019976
>>5020742
Demon Lord Whoeverthefuck can wait, you need to kill these goddamn bugmen. You grab two machetes and two MAC-10s and strap the sheaths and holsters and ammo belt to your otherwise fully nude body. Tumñus takes the M16.

The Bugmen are fucking everywhere, clogging the streets, crawling all over each other looking for more victims. You draw both MAC-10s and unleash a rapid fire hail of .45 ACP that mows row after row of them down. Tumñus's .223 rounds punch through the carcasses of those you've already shot and take out the ones behind them. Also you do all that parkour shit that OP said you couldn't, bitchin jumps and flips off of walls and cars and such while you're shooting. When your machine pistols run dry you reload both but holster them, instead drawing your machetes from the twin sheaths across your back and becoming a whirling tornado of slicey bug death. Severed legs, heads and antennae fly every which way. Two many-jointed limbs wrap around your body from behind, you hack them off before their owner can pull you closer and then slice him nearly in half from head to crotch. He takes a few staggering steps before Tumñus pulverizes his crotch with a burst from the M16.

A swarm of the hideous creatures have surrounded the animal shelter and are pouring inside it through a smashed window. Some unfortunate animals have tried to escape, only to meet agonizing death at the jaws of the ravenous bugmen. Tumñus pulls the trigger of the M203 and launches a grenade with a PLUNK sound. It hits punches through the abdomen of A particularly large bugman. The wretched vermin drops a half eaten St Bernard from its mandibles in the split second before the grenade detonates, turning it and 30 of its comrades into a geyser of green guts and limbs and exoskeleton bits. From inside you hear the cries of cats and dogs being devoured alive.

>Go inside and save the remaining animals
>Cleansing the town of bugmen is still top priority, sorry kittehs and doggos

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Hello and welcome back to Synthetic Gods Quest.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Hivemind_Chan
Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Synthetic%20Gods%20Quest
Rules and gameplay mechanics: https://pastebin.com/jcac0p9D
Current inventory: https://pastebin.com/gyZLMiNG
Current infrastructure: https://pastebin.com/i42ACWMs
Previously mentioned individuals: https://pastebin.com/LUJ5fyqA
Previously mentioned SGs and Cups: https://pastebin.com/ThR1eYvc
Project tracker: https://pastebin.com/BzmXGRhq
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In the last session we purchased quite a special puppy as a birthday present for Rheia and we dropped it off to a friendly farmer for temporary safekeeping, along with giving him a hand with some repairs, after which we joined Rheia and Haven for breakfast. We wanted to visit Nike’ in Valhalla, but neither of our friends felt like going there today, so we’ve left Rheia to study and Haven to her own devices as we set off for the artificial island of the gods. This time, however, we flew in as designed and after being recognized and passing through the external security measures we’ve finally touched down at Cenophilan Pantheon’s headquarters.

We politely refused escort and headed directly for Nike’s estate. Nika herself seemed to be preoccupied with some sort of debate with Holy Nation’s synthetic god Arael via an Oracle of HN faction. After Nika has finally managed to end the call, she greeted us and got us up to speed with the situation. Apparently, while it is quite obvious that we’ve helped Ceno army with the fortifications, HN lack absolute certainty to do anything about that giving us plausible deniability. Arael has decided to renegotiate some things with us, but we’ve already left for Elspen so his surprise visit ended up in vain. It seems that he has understood that HN activity hasn’t given any reasons for us to be more neutral, and thus he proposes that Holy Nation would provide Ag one of their angels as an oversight with same arrangement as the one that we have with Mina. They also propose to assist us with the new city project, allowing for it to be completed at a faster rate. Moreover, Ethean pantheon would match HN’s offer but only if we accept Holy Nation’s deal. We decided to discuss the specifics with both Ethean and HN representatives, and as the first gesture of goodwill we wish to do the talks in the Ethean capital. Nike’ agrees with our decision and says that she will relay it to the other parties, however she also advises us not to pursue the idea of limiting the religious rights of HN citizens in response to Holy Nation’s own religious freedom policy. She warns about unintended societal consequences and suggests that forgoing that policy would be a good gesture of cooperation.
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>>5031000
“Other pantheons went with different approaches. HN twins tried to just preach Christianity, but they had suffered from some sort of a titanic societal fuckup which caused them to go with the angel thing. Etheans just sort of went with the flow and allowed for mortals to make up their own stories with minor adjustments by injecting myths here and there. Valistrat tried to rip off our approach and modify it with the Ethean idea, but didn’t do it in a smart and coherent way and ended up with a Greco- Roman inspired core of aspects but much less “whitewashing” that we did and with much more of what could be considered as “character flaws”. That’s actually the reason for why Elspeth earned the nickname of “Mary Sue” … well that and her shameful fanfic collection, at least according to Yaw.”

“Anyway, just don’t worry about the need to choose an aspect if you’re not joining a pantheon. As an independent goddess, you can associate yourself with a territory instead of a vague concept. Yes, some independent SGs want a concept like Eira and her frost theme, but de- facto they are considered as “protector- deities” of specific people, territories, ideologies and so on. We’ve even heard of some Russian guy who wanted to be the “Spirit of Communism” somewhere on the far northern side of the continent, but apparently, he and his town got nailed by a Ceiling 64-65 years ago and we haven’t heard much on this subject since. He tried to rush electricity and radio before he got into contact with other SGs, after which he started broadcasting across the whole world, and I’m not kidding. Russian Dr. Stone over there managed to cobble together a radio transmitter powerful enough to bounce radio waves off the ionosphere with the potential to be received across the whole globe in like two years from basically cavemen and stone tools. Transmissions ceased within a week coinciding with Yaw detecting couple megatons worth of heat energy being deposited from orbit straight into the rough coordinates of his broadcasting station. We’ve heard rumors that the guy survived, but he wanted to distance himself as much as possible, since he blamed himself for the loss of thousands of his followers. HN actually shot down the very Ceiling that did it back when you came to visit our HQ for the first time, and it allowed us to highlight some ceilings that were dormant and thus we knew nothing about. But yeah, sucks to be that guy, but his unintended sacrifice was not completely in vain.”
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>>5031001
“Anyway, here we are. I kind of planned to show you how to do stuff like editing appearance or “spectating” and some others, but we could go and see some other places or do other things if you want. I bet that I bored you with the safety training anyway, heh.”

>In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s deal with the tutorial first. It might actually be fun
>So, you can easily balance any opponents… that’s as great of a reason for a rematch as any!
>Ask Nika to show you around her place, you wonder what she has here…
>Ask Nika to show you around the afterlife in general, you’d like to see what other places look like as well
>Nika probably has an idea of what to show you first, so tell her to take the lead.
>Actually, all of this just added more questions… (Questions for the throne of questions! Fluff for the fluff god!)
>Other proposals
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>>5031003
>Nika probably has an idea of what to show you first, so tell her to take the lead.

And more questions while we walk!

"Can we......can we see memories of people we knew? Can the afterlife give those memories....shape.?"
Maybe we could have a goodbye with mom and dad. This is probably a touchy subject so keep this question in mind for when it feels appropriate to ask

If she is the goddess of badass independent woman we are right under her sphere of influence

Ask her about the people from our territory, since we don't have a thing like this are they being captured by Ceno HN and Valis afterlives?
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>>5031003

>So, you can easily balance any opponents… that’s as great of a reason for a rematch as any!
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>>5031003
>>In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s deal with the tutorial first. It might actually be fun

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You are Hasome Senki, a normal high school student, juggling with the elements in your normal high school life.
Despite a seemingly upturning luck from your previous days, you never for a second consider yourself to be out of bad luck’s way. Not only has your group of friends unwittingly placed themselves in the attention of your school’s most infamous disciplinary council member, but you are also on constant alert for possible retribution, preventing you from offending a similarly infamous troublemaker in your class.


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Hello everyone, welcome to One Year with Osana. In this quest, the main focus will be managing and navigating your relationships within a seemingly simple high school slice of life setting.
Reminders, as before:
>One who chases after every rabbit will end up with none
>Everyone has their own goals and priorities too
>All’s fair in love and war
>Don’t forget, friendship matters!

For quality reasons, the updates will come in slow but will also be reasonably lengthy, each ending with a choice. Each update will be notified on my friend, Focuslight's twitter handle, so please follow him there if you're interested in the quest.
>https://twitter.com/NytoObelisk


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>>5034345
“Senki!”
Akira’s voice diverts your attention from Shinichi’s card group to the empty desks to the other side where he takes seat. Ever the exemplary student, he has already begun working on his homework prior to you even setting foot in this classroom.
”Akira, you know what’s going on with Minami?”
Pulling over a chair you take a seat beside him, you start the topic as soon as the two of you are done exchanging greetings.

”Hmmm…” Your friend pokes his chin with the eraser cap of his mechanical pencil. “I feel It might be tied to Hojo’s recent… infatuation with Satsuki Makino.”
He makes sure to keep his tone soft and volume low, shooting a glance towards the subject matter while keeping your discussion as private as he can. ”I believe you’ve noticed as well”

Dull as you may be, even you did pick up the way Shinichi reacted when Satsuki embraced him from behind.

”Did something else happen yesterday?” You ask, watching the three continue on with the game at a distance.
“Aye. We happened to run into the Makinos during our visit to the new Hawaiian burger shop yesterday.” He recounts with a soft nod. “Minami was not too pleased about Hojo being excessively magnanimous towards them, particularly about his insistence to pay the girls’ tabs.”
“Huh.”


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>>5034349
>Leave with Akira. It’s hardly your place to tell Shinichi what to do
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>>5034349
>Leave with Akira. It’s hardly your place to tell Shinichi what to do
Pretty much QM telling us that the Karin route is open
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>>5034349
>Wait around for Shinichi to finish and have a proper talk with him by then
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>>5034349
>Leave with Akira. It’s hardly your place to tell Shinichi what to do
>Wish him good luck

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The tides are turning, and with it Daedric must bring his men to battle! If they succeed in killing the Duke of Ogres, they might be able to move forward towards the Dark Lord himself! However he will not accomplish this without his brother’s and the Dwarves' help!

>>RULES<<
> Vote with Greentext, otherwise I will ignore it.
>Write in as acceptable as long as they follow the rule above. If its clever enough I might even add some of it to the result elected
>If you pick multiple options of what I already gave you, without being out of the box, it will harm the character since they are doing more than they are naturally capable of.
>Normally here I would say something like, ‘be kind’, but this is 4chan so I won't even bother making it a rule.
>Don’t be afraid to discuss things, just remember that there are some limitations thanks to both culture and technology. Hell, you guys could discuss whether it's better to make a Holy Roman Empire Electoral System or just go Partition.

>Here is the Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=High%20King

Alright, time to get started.
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>>5026424
Thanks man. It was a joyful experience.
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>>5026424
it was a nice quest
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Did someone already archive this ?
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>>5028511
Nope, can you do it for me?
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>>5029036
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=High%20King Done. Time to shill while you're all here

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Commander Kos of the Ellowian Republic Navy was moored off of one of the many misty, rocky islands of the eastern sea between Vinstraga and Caelus- strange and cursed places that still rumbled with the force of the maelstroms that once blew over them, but they had grown tolerable for the shelter they provided- their creepier natures quelled, through an alliance with the local peoples. The Pirates of these islands, or as they referred to themselves sometimes, the Sky Folk (or Sea Folk, depending on their preference of transport), were an eclectic lot. They hailed from all over, and made enemies of one another frequently enough, but their rivalries dissipated where the Caelussian Federation was concerned. As a foe of Twaryi and Caelus, the exiled Ellowian Navy had found refuge in their war against a mutual foe.

Kos’s ship, the KRE Brzask, was a beaten up destroyer class ship, built larger and more powerful than its likely rivals- something that had served it well in the troubling times after the fall of the Republic of Ellowie, for a time. Now, it had been forced to avoid battle for want of ammunition and fuel. The sinking of the heavy cruiser Orzel and its two escorts, a terrible blow to the remnants of the Ellowian navy in exile, had largely occurred for want of critical war materiel that was just short of being able to be provided for by the allies that could be found out here in the eastern seas. They did their best, but there was only so much that could be made, or seized, while still being able to battle as fiercely as they once did. Most of the fleet’s submarines could do naught but provide reconnaissance now, though the surface ships remaining scrounged what munitions they could, mounted what guns could be installed as replacements with a somewhat steady supply of munitions. It had been seeming more and more as though the Ellowian navy would have to abandon their craft altogether and be left with but frigates, and the airships and seaplanes the Sky Pirates made their raids from.
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>>5034646
Seconding this.

>>5034787
And this
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>>5034787
I think having the letter be a more sober counterpart to the meeting is good. It can be used as a medium to convey that Richter is still really not stoked about being tricked by a friend, but is still understanding of the motivation and maybe even thankful for the result. If the issue has been eating at Signy, let it serve as a written testament that the issue can be put to bed.

>Headpat a Nauklander
Only if you make sure to wash your hands thoroughly afterwards.
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>>5035415
I'll support this for the letter contents
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>>5035415
Nix the thankful part otherwise this is fine.

Never has it been about the motivations, but the methods. If she's willing to do this to Richter, what else has she been up to? "I'm doing this for your own good" speaks volumes to a paradoxically authoritative Cyclops as opposed to the Signy we knew.
Plus the risks she took in the war, while brave, do not appear as rational decisions by the leader of an entire country. And why I don't want Richter to be put under her thumb ever again.
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>>5035620
>Nix the thankful part otherwise this is fine.
Sure

>Promise of impending headpats on reading on the opening of this letter
Not only are we giving her a book about something she didnt get with Richter, were also going to promise to give her head pats with the mechanical hand that will catch and tear her hair? Sure!

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Rolled 1, 4, 6, 2, 4, 6, 6, 5, 4, 4, 3, 5 = 50 (12d6)

Where /qst/ is the DM.

At the table sits three players.
You foolishly haven't done any prep for the session so you ask the players to reroll their 3d6 for stats where you can see them and explain their characters to each other, to buy you time while you hastily try to decide where they start and what their quest will be

The base system is a simple d20 Roll Under Stat.

(made on behalf of a /tg/ anon. May hand it off if he stops being afraid to take the reigns)
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>>5014325
>Does Stacy's Mom decide to stay and eat in the restaurant and hope the mob doesn't reach them? Will it?
Stay and fight the mob in glorious battle when it arrives!
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>>5014363
>"exactly fren! by disguising ourselves like this, we can probably get into places easier by saying we are here to fix the plumbing issues. go find a table for us, I will order food and we can keep talking after."

>Apu took the group credit card from Spurdo and placed their orders. For himself, fries, and the most amount of nuggets he was allowed to get. For Spurdo, whatever Spurdo would usually order. He waited for the food to be delivered.
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>henlo?? anyone?
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>>5014685
I'm sorry, bro. I think they're gone.
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>>5015394

If there is one thing that could describe your life right now, it would have to be monotone. Despite being a top achiever at school, excelling at work, and being the talk of the town, you were always unlucky in finding that affection that everyone around you seemed to have. Almost everywhere, you see couples flirting around, their arms around each other and promising commitments. You felt contempt, and at the same time, you could also feel jealousy.

You're not sure why but there's a part of you that's saying, 'I think I should deserve someone, right?" That question has been ringing in your head and is slowly driving you crazy.

I guess you can say that it's not a problem. You can live by yourself and experience the comforts of life without worrying about responsibility and all. However, there is still that longing, that hoping that someday, it would be different. You were not the religious type, but there's a part of you that's praying that things would change every day.



"Aww, I guess this is his lucky day!" A loud voice from the darkness shouts in delight. "After saying that same prayer 1,455,243,244 times, they've heard your call and are now giving you that chance to feel that emotion that you've been longing! But not in his world, his reality. No, no, that's too boring. There needs to be a big change of pace. A complete overhaul and a whole new adventure that this devout deserves! Now, what would the ideal for him?"
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>[ x ] "Yeah, I have some. I have to find out where they live."

"Ah, I guess that makes sense. I wouldn't be too surprised if your group or cult or something forgot about you." The guard lets out a soft chuckle. "But, that's how it is with your world. Honestly, I'm not even sure how you guys get some sleep."

"We're used to it." You let out a soft chuckle. "It is that kind of world after all but, you wouldn't know any of it."

...
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>>5013655


As you walk away from the place that you once called home, a thought suddenly springs up.

"Yeah, I have no one now."

You were once a feared man, a syndicate leader that inspired and feared alike. In the underbelly of the city where nothing is certain, you brought to order through blood and force. No one thought of you as violent as your family was a pious member of the church; your father, in particular, was a pastor who dared preach in the slums and neighborhoods that most would people consider violent. While most see this as a valiant effort to spread his preachings, some thought of it as lunacy, grumbling on how your father had condemned himself to a painful end.

"...Pay them no heed, my son. What is important is that He is with me, and he'll protect me. If by chance I perish, preaching the good news, then I am assured of paradise."

"I sure hope it's worth it." You hiss while remembering your father's words. After a few minutes of walking, you find yourself on the city outskirts, hearing the low rumbling of cars passing by and the chatter of people.

"It's good to be back." You whisper in relief as you continue to make your way.


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>>5013669
>[X] Your parents' house
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>>5013669

>Your parents house
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>>5013669
>[x] The city center where you used to hang out with your friends

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The year is 1866. You are Daniel Stockton, a veteran of the American Civil War and general in the Aizu Domain's military. You've come to Japan looking for work, and with the nation on the brink of war, there is an ever-increasing demand for men such as yourself. Last time, you arrived in Berlin and met Otto von Bismarck.
Twitter
https://twitter.com/ZapQM

Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Boshin

Info Paste:
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5033645
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Adalbert nods slowly, coming to a conclusion as he leans in close to you. “Germany shall be a true empire one day. She will have a proper navy, one to contend even with the British.” Grimacing, he continues. “It is inevitable. To seize our place in the sun, we will come to blows with the Lion, and if we are to survive such a fight, we will need a great high-seas fleet.”

Something in your stomach tightens at the phrase. “Rivaling the Royal Navy is no small order. You think Germany will be able to do it?”

Adalbert nods. “The British may be capable, and their navy large, but they believe too steadfastly in their own naval primacy. To defeat them in battle once or twice would shake that mindset to its core.” He crosses his arms. “And with the whole of the German people behind such a program, it wouldn’t be hard to build a fleet for that specific purpose. Already, the Prussian Navy is exploring a new generation of ironclads, equipped with armored turrets and fully capable of sailing the high seas openly. The British may be able to build more ships, but we can build them better.”

Keisuke, having also leaned in to listen to the hushed conversation, speaks up. “Quality over quantity. It is a measure I can understand.” He looks to you. “It may be a more long-term goal, but protecting Japan’s interests may be better suited to such a strategy as well. A handful of advanced ironclads and frigates would put us at an advantage against all of our neighbors.”

>”That certainly would be a long-term goal. For now we should focus on the interior.” (shut down the idea, for now)
>”Prince Adalbert, would it be possible for Japan and Germany to cooperate on the endeavor of a new generation of ironclad warships?”
>”I disagree. It doesn’t matter how good your ship is if you’re severely outnumbered.”
>”I recall that the only combat engagement of ironclads was a draw. Somehow I doubt their efficacy would be worth the cost of building and maintaining them.”
>Write-in.
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>>5033699
>”I recall that the only combat engagement of ironclads was a draw. Somehow I doubt their efficacy would be worth the cost of building and maintaining them.”
>However why would it be possible to cooperate on the endeavor of a new generation of warships?
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>>5033699
>”That certainly would be a long-term goal. For now we should focus on the interior.” (shut down the idea, for now)
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>>5033699
>”Prince Adalbert, would it be possible for Japan and Germany to cooperate on the endeavor of a new generation of ironclad warships?”

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Back at it again, it's PKMN Gold/Silver!

Where were we again? Oh yeah. You're a PKMN trainer on your PKMN journey. The goal is to get to the top, collect badges, beat the elite 4 and become a PKMN master!
Oh, also you're kind of a deputized cop looking for whoever murdered MR. POKEMON.
And you lost your gun and somebody is running around firing it. Whoops!
But you've got a lead in GOLDENROD CITY. You've just got to meet up with your associate YAMATO and bring the mysterious SENTRET to ELM's CONTACT to get some information out of it.
Simple, right? Right.

We pick up where we left off, looking for YAMATO at the local DEPARTMENT STORE...

----

Oh yeah before you forget, your current PKMN team consists of:

Totodile - Irwin

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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>5034482
Holy shit is that a bomb!? Tackle down this terrorist!
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>>5034554
Why do you people roll when we've already succeeded.
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>>5034554
At least its not a pokemon attack so it won't count/ Hopefully
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>>5034573
My app saves my last option and trip between posts in a thread, if I don't remember to remove them.
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>>5034498
Well played

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The elves!

Tall, slender creatures who live many years and cultivate magic and knowledge as well as martial prowess.

Yet we've all had our beginnings, and even the mighty elves once roamed as tribes.

And so you are, a tribe of elves who roam through woods and prairies, hunting and gathering, until one day, you've found a good place in which you can settle for the time being.

Atop a hill and with a river nearby, a great forest surrounds you. A haven for your race.

Let us begin!

Elf stats:
Reproduction: Slow (1% growth per year)
Physical:

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>>5020757
impossible task for shits and giggles

>>5020821
literally who? is this the border patrol or something?
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>>5020757
>The elder shall ask the lover's paramour what is to be done and if she wishies the cloth.

Does she even want the cloth?

If she is indecisive then...
>The two elves shall work together to make another mimir, either by cooperating in labour or by dividing the task among themselves.
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>>5020821
Identify ourselves, name, clan, confederation, etc.
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>>5021690
Yes, I rolled to see if you were caught by the rangers.
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>>5022021
so it's the diplomatic team on their way back got caught by the rangers? gotcha.

>>5020821
>the elder steps forward and demands the youngling with the loose fingers step forward and give him a quick reprimand for his sloppyness, imagine if they had a dwarf official with them that took the arrow. he asks for the elf in charge of the ranger party and explains who they are and that they're on their way home from the dwarves with good news for all elves of the forest.

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This isn't complicated, I feel the urge for a game of knightly/princely adventure/dungeoneering and/or courtly happenings!

Firstly, choose your rank:

>PRINCE
>Most political power
>Most wealth
>Most responsibility and attention paid to you

>BARON'S SON
>Respected position
>Quite wealthy
>Still have a lot of responsibility

>MINOR NOBLE

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>>5011834
>Baron's son
>Soldier
fuck off dirty peasants we are NOT mere adventurers
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>>5011834
>PRINCE
>COURTIER

Minor noble be boring, we shall make the realm strong
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Dead
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>>5011834
>MINOR NOBLE
>ADVENTURER
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>>5013492
Fucking stillbirth

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It has been nine years since the fall of Alterac, after the king Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. For this betrayal, king Aiden Perenolde was dethroned and Alterac City was sacked. The nobles and population fled the land and the Kingdom of Alterac was no more.

You are Alric Perenolde, the prince and second heir of Alterac. By the order of king Aiden, you were sent into temporary exile to be safe from the Second War. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years, made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.

Now nine years later in the year 15 after the opening of the Dark Portal, you are ready to take the responsibility and try to unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.

With the edict from King Terenas in effect and invasion of Gallow’s Corner being postponed indefinitely, you went for a diplomatic tour around your neighbours. Instead of just staying home and waiting for the situation to change, you took action by just seeing who is living near you.

First you visited Dalaran which to you had went well. You got to see your friend Jaina Proudmoore, found a potential source of new armour and left your gnoll trinkets there for a study. Lord Antonidas did visit you and you could carefully see that he is willing to give you a chance.

Hillsbrad was a lot different. Forest bandits driven away from their homes, a baron selling arms and armour to buyer with unknown allegiance and all the work to solve this. You hadn’t expected to be the one solving this or causing the death of Baron Haart, but when you got involved with it, you had to see it through.

The visit to Southshore was a bit of a disappointment. At least you managed to talk with Magistrate Maleb, but the bad air between you and them didn’t disappear. Finally not so long time ago a group of men bumped into your patrol and attacked them. Now you had to deal with the attack and the choice was to scout Strahnbrad Hills. Having started the journey, you were quite hopeful at finding something that could help you to deal with future attacks.

Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!

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Short rest. A roll to see how well following Rover goes


>1d6
>Best three of four
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

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Rolled 6 (1d6)

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Rolled 5 (1d6)

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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>5035707

At the dawn of civilization on a mighty Island, a new nation has been born!

After generations of conflict, seven tribes have united under a Great Axeholder, Agana of the Ahi tribe, whose democratic rule has been mired by tension between the richer and poorer tribes.

After securing re-election and stopping a riot between the tribes, Agana stood up to her powerful political family and refused to favor her tribe over the Island.

Now with her metabrother Lono, by her side Agan begins to plan her flagship policy, a massive fleet to colonize the ocean's beyond...
Agan and Lono sit at a table of mighty dreamlog. Carved into is every deep sea route the Ahi people have sailed since time remmebred. Marked on the edge of the map is Farthest Island, beyond which lays the great unknown.

Agana: The Ahi have always been able to sail further into the Deepwater, but the Tribal Wars distracted them, now that we are at peace nothing can stop us from working towards the future.

Lono: Are you forgetting you just told off our moms? Our tribe is the only one that can supply boat captains and they have half the coast by the balls.

Agana: Only half though, Papa Jubu always talked about how our family had rivals who would stop at nothing to get over them. I'm sure there are few rich assholes who would love to getin good with th axeholder.


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>>5030931
>LONO

Both to take a break from politics and because I was waiting to explore the seas since the beginning of the first thread. We'll go back to Agana's political fallout after this break.
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>>5030931
>LONO
Something different than the usual backstabbing and plots
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>>5030931
>Lono
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Very well the new thread should launch sometime this week.

While enjoying the "season break" I would like to open the floor to feedback from the players and any general requests you would have from the next chapter.

Thank you for playing.
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>>5009817
Behold! Captainquest is up!


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You do not feel anything at first, it is as if you were asleep. At first, a few whispers of consciousness form within your mind, you begin to regain your self-awareness. A split second later you begin to feel the ashes scorching the insides of your lungs. Then, the rest of your body's pain. That is when you remember, when you realize what has happened, when you wake up. Varanash, your home village has been attacked. You are pinned under the debris of what used to be your house and the mind begins to wonder "Who attacked us? How and why? And are those responsible still out there?"
Before any other questions are asked, you decide to try and move. It doesn't seem like your injuries are too serious so it is time to dig yourself out of the rubble. Shouldn't be too hard for a
>human
>dwarf
>elf
such as yourself.
As you push through, you are reminding yourself who your are and why you will not simply lay down and wait for death's embrace.
>a Knight of the Kingdom of Solis, stationed here as a guard
>a promising pupil of the Magus Council, who took time off his studies of the arcane
>a humble villager, nothing more than an ordinary farmer
>a Thief with a heart of gold, playing his tricks on the nobles so he may share their wealth with the poor
Your name is...
>Write-in
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>>5035088
You turn towards MacTanner and ask him what happened to Reds'hill and if they were attacked the same way.
"They suffered an even more brutal attack. No survivors. All dead. However, they perished in a completely different way. No traces of hellfire there. No signs of explosions, but the ground was plastered with a black tar like substance. The plants, crops and animals were twisted, some being disfigured and dying immediately. Others...well, turned into abominations before succumbing to their corruption. Much like the monster you encountered. The people had it the worst though." The general takes a short break and coughs lightly before resuming: "They were impaled on spikes made of ice. Every man, woman and child. No matter where they were, frozen spikes sprouted from the ground. In their homes, on the streets. We even found some encased in these formations. The attack was brutal. Not one was spared. None could escape."

A grim silence permiates through the room. You don't know what to make of this. Are you lucky to have survived? Or damned for having lived through this?

Suddenly, there is movement at the head of the table. An old man rises from his seat. He is unlike the wizard that spoke earlier. Despite his age, he seems fit, strong, agile. His armor is light and simple, yet it features a royal golden finish. He is around 1.85m (6.07ft) tall and has a full head of silver hair complimented by a full beard. Despite having signs of old age like his skin wrinkles, there is fire in his amber eyes. Highlord Lionis speaks to you:
"You've done well, sir Oswin. I know of your name. Though I've never met him in person, I hear your father was a good man, known for his kindness and determination. You showed bravery in this situation, and you shall be rewarded for it. Your insight is appreciated, and following such a traumatic experience, I will see to it myself that you would be settled for retirement, should you choose to leave the order. However, right now the kingdom is all but sealed. We have tripled the guard patrols and prepared a team to investigate and respond to this attack. We must show the people that we have not abandoned them! We must avenge them! If you wish to remain a knight however, your bravery, spirit and will to survive would be far more appreciated on our team. For now, we have both said enough. I want you to know that there is always a place for you at our table and to consider my offer!"

The other people in the room seem surprised by the Highlord's words.
>accept on the spot, kneeling in front of Highlord Lionis and swearing loyalty to him (Righteous Knight path)
>say that you will consider joining the Knights, but for now you need time to heal your wounds and mourn the people who passed (Lone Warrior path)
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For some extra information:
The Righteous Knight path sees you teaming up with other knights and going on an adventure to protect the kingdom, find the evil warlock and deliver justice.

The Lone Warrior path sees you going off on your own, working more independently of the knightly order and seeking revenge.

This is the first big divergence in the story with more significant impact and differences.
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>>5035131
>>accept on the spot, kneeling in front of Highlord Lionis and swearing loyalty to him (Righteous Knight path)
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>>5035131
>>5035134
This is still me btw, I think my ID was changed because of using different internet IP. Should be back now.
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>>5035131
>accept on the spot, kneeling in front of Highlord Lionis and swearing loyalty to him (Righteous Knight path)
Fighting such a threat all alone seems quite difficult, we'll need all the support we can get.

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You are Paul Aleman, a retired adventurer turned Tavernkeeper. This is your story.

Let's begin with a bit of background. How did you come to be the (not necessarily proud) owner of your very own tavern?

>As a shrewd adventurer you always made sure to divide up the treasure to favor yourself, and always saved more than you spent. Over the years and through numerous investments, it added up--then it fell apart. The tavern is all you have left now.

>It's your father's old place. His dying wish was for you to take over for him--you said no--but he put the tavern in your name anyway. Now you're just waiting for a buyer with deep pockets to come along.

>Serendipity mostly. Your last job had you track down a murderer and kidnapper for a local lord. You found him and killed him--but he was already dead. Late stage lungworm disease. He had a little boy, no one to look after him, so you decided it was good a time to retire take up a more peaceful trade.
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>>5033860
Congratulations. It sees like most of the good quests always have short life spam.
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>>5033860
Thank you for running, QM, and good luck with your work!
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>>5033860
Good shit QM. remember us.
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>>5033860
It was fun while it lasted, thank you QM! Best of luck with the new job
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>>5033860
NOOOOOOO

Do your best anon....




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