For all that his hometown had been turned upside down, life out in the forest felt as if it had never changed. He'd nearly lost himself once his feet found their way across the old, familiar paths. The winding, wooded trails that he'd walked as a child somehow still leading him to the secret places of his youth. He'd felt a weight leave his shoulders upon stepping through the underbrush into a secluded clearing he'd claimed for himself back then.Life was simpler then, and this was his little hideout. Still was. A little smaller than it had been back as a boy, but it felt like even the trees had welcomed him back into this nostalgic little hole after so long. Branches wove together tightly overhead, filtering through rays of orange-tinged evening light across a carpet of dried leaves. It was warm. It was a home, just slightly away from his home.He spent so long just soaking in that feeling that his camp had only barely been constructed under the sleepy watch of those last, few dwindling lights. A whole day wasted, just like that. He would have beat himself up over it, but couldn't bring himself to stay disappointed as for long. The next day his hunt began. Crisp, morning air filled his lungs, carrying with it the heady scent of loam and resin. He was a hunter, like his mother before him. She'd taught him how to set camp, how to track his game, how to care for and use the tools of his trade. There was a relationship to be maintained between the hunter and the land. To not try and take more than necessary, to respect the boundaries it set. This far from the fae forest it wasn't likely to run across the sort of monstrous serpents Ser Valen's knights had hauled back, but it never hurt to be careful. It wasn't difficult for a hunter to become the hunted.There were, after all, scarier things out here than snakes.
You still weren't at the top, but it was getting closer. Close enough you could faintly hear the guards talking above you, but not make out what they were saying. Your trip up gave you, not for the first time, a lot of time to think about how much stamina you'd built over the past year. You kept finding yourself in circumstances to reflect on that and it was almost enough to make you consider making a regular habit of exercising. Maybe pick up some light combat training with your knights?Your aunt would probably approve, but you couldn't imagine actually taking to the activity. Especially seeing as how Caylen had had personal guidance from Alouette since he was a kid and still seemed to suck, you were relatively certain this whole generation of the Valen family was just cursed somehow. "Whaddya doing up here? Next shift isn't for- Shit." A guard snapped to attention moments after noticing you. "VIP on the wall!""Don't mind me." You wave off the man's attention, quickly scanning through the rest of the people milling through the upper-wall common room. You didn't need an escort or their help; If anything, their attention and interference would probably only make things more complicated.>Have them leave the wall for now. >Let them mind their own business. And!>You'll probably want to stay up here until Lily and Aegis make it here.>You're just going to put out a call for them and go. You're on a tight timeline tonight.
>>5618330So the whole lake is within the city walls?>>5618341>Have them leave the wall for now. >You're just going to put out a call for them and go. You're on a tight timeline tonight.
>>5618362>So the whole lake is within the city walls?Yes! There's also an extensive amount of farmland inside the walls, though you've not had reason to visit it.
>>5618364So that's why they have no money. Wall maintenance and guard duty consumes it all!
>>5618341>Let them mind their own business.tell them not to panic, that's all they need to do.>You'll probably want to stay up here until Lily and Aegis make it here.We are Fae touched, no getting around that. and since we're bringing them into close proximity to a bunch of adepts it seems like a bad idea to leave them unsupervised for any length of time.
You see yourself fighting the enemy. You know it's a machine lifeform, but for some reason you can't remember the exact details, and instead its figure is obscured. Like watching a shadow move."Toh!" Sensing an opportunity in the fight, you leap up several feet into the air, transitioning into a somersault, before diving down at an angle with your right leg out."Rider Kick!" You shout.[ i ]Vree-Vreee[ /i ] Your belt lets out a high-pitched hum as the gyro in your buckle begins to spin faster and faster, the jets in the back of your torso begin to vent an incredible amount of steam. It serves to help manage heat, but the force of it also puts extra power into your kick.Simultaneously, the enemy drops into their own pose, energy gathers around its arms and it rushes to meet you. Wind slaps against you, your vision blurs as you finally crash into your enemy. 'It can't end here! Kamen Rider must never lose!' You think to yourself, your soul shouts it, but moments later you forget what you were thinking. Your world goes black, your body slacks, and everything fades.(Continued..)
Looking out from one of the tower windows, you spend the next half hour simply watching the people below. You'd heard the castle had accepted refugees from elsewhere, but seeing it really hits home. Your time in the castle until now had been spent in the furthest areas, restricted rooms, or simply buildings that didn't see much traffic. In the streets below people were practically shoulder to shoulder, briefly finding yourself wondering where they were hiding until now. Overpopulation was a distant but growing concern in your time, only now can you see why people put so much thought to it. Well, whether it was fortune or otherwise, it would seem Earth no longer had to worry about such things.Eventually, a soldier comes to get you, one of the guards you saw in front of the conference room. They're ready for you again. It would seem you were the last one in, as you return to your see they being the discussion again. This time they're discussing the tactical implications about leaving an unknown device in Saurian hands, but the general along with a few other officers are clearly pushing to retake the gun. Then a certain question comes up, from Mao, the specialized scout."I looked through our archives while we were gone. We saw no mention of this gun in our databanks. Even our flyby images are extremely limited and restricted. How did you know about it?""My time in 26XX, I participated in the defense of Tokyo once before. It's absence from your databanks are exactly why I concluded that it had been sabotaged."Many of the officers wore troubled expressions, the general spoke up."While Castles weren't always privy to the most classified of pre-war documents. One would think this gun would be accessible, at least to generals.""It's possible our computers were hacked. It would make sense if it's the machines." Someone else nodded."This seems like a trap. I don't want to commit our forces to this." An older woman said. Oddly enough, Ordovis started laughing.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"If any of you still have reservations about me. Let me lay them to rest with this mission. We will fix that gun. We will give humanity a chance to counterattack." You say, making sure to look everyone in the eyes, to give them a taste of your determination. You find several of them look towards the man in black, but he says and does nothing. In fact, he seems a little tired."Any questions?"A map is superimposed over the holo-display for you and several people start raising their hands. It's mostly a discussion of tactics, what you can do, how you're expecting your nanites to perform, etc. In truth, it's here you start to become worried, you have no idea what's happened to the gun, and whether it's software or hardware that needs fixing. From their tactical reports they tell you Saurians have visited the area before, though they left soon after, apparently being unable to work the gun. They currently read zero life signs, no Saurians.Here you discuss how they humans are going to deploy their forces. Despite how important the operation will be, it's not as though they can send all their soldiers.>They'll deploy an engineering team with you along with a single tactical squad.>Single squad with another patrolling the area.>Write-in (You made a request?)Soon enough you're released while they continue talking. Now you have something to look forward to, a goal to close the distance between the invaders and Ark-Zero. Remembering how shocked Zavag was back aboard the crawler, you briefly wonder if a dialogue is possible. Though this is only the point-of-view is only possible from someone who hadn't spent their whole life at war. It's probably impossible.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hmm did kamen rider always come on at this time? Yes, of course. I didn't come in late. Depending on how things go expect an update in another 2 days or at the end of the week. (Wednesday or Saturday)
>>5617415>They'll deploy an engineering team with you along with a single tactical squad.>Simulator training. Keep limber and ready for the mission.
Yer a wizard Anon, or you will be in 5 minutes as the clock counts down to midnight when your last day as a 29 year old will be over, happy birthday by the way. Perhaps it was due to your own dismay, maybe life really did dealt you a bad hand, or maybe you willingly forsook the carnal pleasures. Regardless of your circumstances, the game of life isn’t for you, so perhaps Magic the Gathering is more to your liking.The clock continues. T minus 60 seconds ‘till midnight. What sort of wizard will you become?>Use that vestigial organ you call a frontal cortex and manifest an archetype, real or otherwise.
>>5598763>Create Wind Elemental Waifu from the rushing air to swoop in and save us
>>5598763>>The air! Turn that O2 into something solid enough to jump on.
>>5597133time wizard.
>>5598763>The air! Turn that O2 into something solid enough to jump onFuck this sounds like fun
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>5598763>>Try to grab unto something like a magicless wuss(Will have to roll for it since it ain’t magic)
Oh shit nigga, you are Quattro Del Petto. Cool chill skeleton. Once you were in the running to rule over your siblings but got beaten down by your sister.Now you spend your days loafing around on the beach and teaching martial arts at your dojo.
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>5615493Suddenly booze.
>>5615498>>5615498>>5615498
Rolled 9 (1d100)>>5615489>>5615487>>5615494Wasn't the SRQ3 budget spent on hiring Edward
Rolled 59 (1d100)*claps hands*begin the showm I am ready to be entertained
>>5615501that's 3rd SRP, we are talking about unannounced one sequel SRP 4
Of all the options, you decide that the fastest and least disruptive is the best. Searching none too carefully, but not recklessly; don't want to miss anything. After rifling through the papers (all logistical jargon), you find a keycard. "LVL I-E," whatever that means. As you return to the hall, you realize that the keycard almost certainly opens the metal door, and so you...>Checked the computer one last time, you never read those requisitions logs.>As above, but rather than the logs you decide to head back to Alexandria for one (so as not to slow the game) more round of questions, something you saw made you curious.>Searched the room for the way to open the door, and left upon doing so.
>>5614349>Peacefully. No need to be rude now here, is there?They don't seem built for combat, and the way the blurs move don't seem to indicate they are looking for a fight.
>>5614349>Quietly. You want to get closer before you make a decision.
>>5614349>Peacefully. No need to be rude now here, is there?
>>5614349>>Quietly. You want to get closer before you make a decision.
You are Blair Weaver. Mercenary Captain. Dark Flier. Witch. Over the past five years, you’ve been busy making a name for yourself as the leader of the Blackwings, a renowned mercenary company that has seen victory across several fronts of the ongoing Fodlan Unification War. Recently, you had been contracted to assist the heir to Ordelia, Lysithea, in reclaiming her territory from an unknown enemy.Having arrived in Ordelia, you find the city to be in utter ruin. Diogenes, one of the Seven Sages of Agartha, has used his dark magic to turn the population against itself. Your hunt for the Sage leads you into the bowels of Castle Ordelia itself, where Diogenes seeks to pit his various experiments against you. Adding to your party the dark mage Lysithea, as well as a mysterious stranger who had been gifted the powers of the Crest of Indech, you managed to overcome the first trial you faced. Now, you find yourself against a host of creatures that have had their essence twisted by the mad Sage. If you wish to save your allies and put an end to Diogenes’ rule over the city, you have no choice but to press forward into the unknown.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Three+HousesBlackwings Company Info/Supports List: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ESxa3V-d3Mb27ZG97cbRoVMeD6HHEIySF9nJqqd48dc/edit?usp=sharing>Blair Weaver>Level 36 Seraph Knight (0/100)HP: 56 (90%)STR: 28 (40%)MAG: 25 (50%)DEX: 25 (45%)SPD: 39 (65%)LCK: 28 (30%)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
...Gah, tough choice. Blair's the only one who can provide aerial bombardment (on account of her ebon pegasus and magic skills), but the others are needed to relieve pressure on the ground forces too. If we had all our guys, I think a split would've been viable, but doing so now would leave our forces dangerously thin.On one hand, we could let Phaedo go-- we've already killed the Sage and (most of) his assistants. On the other... he's 100% going to run off, report to the Agarthans, and be a thorn in our side later. That being said, if Phaedo *is* controlling the beasts, killing him now will make things easier on everyone. Hopefully.>>5617714>C): Pursue the potential Agarthan, alone.To be honest, I don't know if Blair can solo an Agarthan without support if he's anything like the other ones, but... Maybe we can snipe him with Bolting and finish him off with a lucky crit, I dunno.
>>5617714>>A): Pursue the potential Agarthan
>>5617714>B): Your priority should be coming to the aid of your men.
>>5617714>C): Pursue the potential Agarthan, alone.1v1 let's go
>>5617714>>B): Your priority should be coming to the aid of your men.Prudence stings
Every good hero (or villain) has an origin story. This one is yours.To begin, on which side do you fall?>Heroes>Villains>Write-in
Better not be dead op. We need a good milf super quest.
>>5597687>Telekinesis
>>5597687QM?
>>5597687>>Telepathy
>>5597687>>Regeneration
The girl- the Angel is destroyed in a flash of light, one swift and lethal stroke from the lance. At once, the data feeds scrolling information about it all go dead."The target is … Angel destroyed. No further signals," Max says.You are Captain Rose Holiday and your whole body is on edge. Your teeth are clenched, hands gripping the edge of a control terminal. That was it. It's done.It remains to be seen what form the final Angel will take.The Final Angel.And now you know. It came to you as one of your own, a lost soul named Linda Bordeaux . The most recent of your pilots to die, and now also the last.It was over. If the UN Council were to be believed, it was all over. The Angels are defeated. You won the war.You don't allow this euphoria to control you. In fact, it doesn't feel real, this victory. How could it be over? This war has been your whole life. What comes next?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
First things first. You pull the slide back halfway and verify there's a round chambered before slowly putting it back in place.You risk a quick glance around the corner to see them. Four. Black clad, tactical gear, assault rifles, ballistic masks and vests. They're sitting ducks."Sable 6. Sable 6, this is Sable-"Your submachine gun lets rip. The first two crumple instantly as you sever their tenuous life-thread. The third turns toward you just as you walk a burst of gunfire into him. He spins around and you put another burst through him. He drops.The fourth throws himself down, scrambling desperately to get to cover. You don't afford him that chance.The skeletal metal stock thumps into your shoulder as you pump rounds through him. At this range his body armor counts for nothing. You keep firing until the weapon runs dry, but you're not done.Playing dead is one of the oldest tricks in the book, and you don't have time to take chances. Dropping the SMG you draw your pistol and work them over, putting a round through each one as you move from person to person.Number three is still breathing when you erase his face with a gunshot. By the time you allow yourself a breath, you are standing amidst death. The smell of gun smoke mixes with the smell of blood. You look down at the dead UN troops and momentarily wonder what changed so much in your life. You used to believe in what they stood for. Now you just see them as a newer version of the soldiers that killed your little brother. The enemy.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5617503>>Go after Versetti, I have to make sure he burns even if it's the last thing I do
>>5617503>Go after Versetti, I have to make sure he burns even if it's the last thing I doSome people can let their anger go. Others can't.
>>5617566>>5617625>>5617776writing
Born on an backwater colony, you lived an hard life, eking out an existence with your sister. Survivors of an terrible biological weapon beset upon your home by the federation, you had to make do since you were children. That meant living, teaching, and working together to keep what areas of the colony you could still running to survive. You had not even heard of a Mobile Suit until years later as the old Colony communications array was semi intact. Be it out of fear or protection of your sister, you dared not communicate with the outside world, be it federation or those of Zeon who had been fighting for Spacenoid Liberation.That was until you could hear the hail of an ship trying to dock with the colony of Blackwater. "This is Commander Galen Messer of the Muspelheim, is their anyone their, please respond?"--->"This is Erik Bridger, I read you.">Have they returned to finish you off? Stay silent>"We should get our suits on Rachel..."
>>5597577>>5599947Opening fire with his Machine Gun, he let's loose a spray of bullets that tear into its back and legs, damaging the backpack thrusters as the GM turns and draws his beam sword. "Damn it, not like this, face me like a man!" The pilot shouts as his pink blade shines in the darkness of space.>So be it! Draw Weapon>Nah, Throw Grenade
>>5600186>Nah, Throw Grenade
>>5600193Without a word Erik grabs a cracker grenade from his hip and throws a curveball that sails just past the batter as he swings wide, and he's...boom! Outta here! With the enemy destroyed, Eric looks to the container ship that was trying to make a getaway, "I'm securing the Columbas Class sir." Eric says heading for the ship to capture it. His squadron secure the ship and hold the bridge crew at gunpoint ad the Muspelheim get a good look at the contents. An cargo full of Pezun Project MS, the Act Zaku and Pezun Dwadge with a pair of Gigan."What were they doing with Zeon machines?" Rachel ponders as they shift the cargos contents to the Gwazine. "Probably to study and steal OUR technology." Seia says bitterly, but was glad things turned out alright, "Amyways, let's head back you two, you did amazing. I don't know how we did it but it's done, victory for Zeon. For now." She says a bit afraid. Erik pats her machines shoulder before they make for their ship and rejoin the fleet, an Columbus crew taken care of as the ship was added to their fleet.-Erik returns to the Muspelheim and relaxes in his bunk as a few days pass, bored with nothing to do he...>Spends time with Rachel>Sees what Seia is up to>Reports to captain Messer
>>5600245>>Reports to captain Messer
A day like any other in the shining capital of the Kingdom of Valantis. Having been ruled by generations of just, wise and above all powerful kings, the city of Url Ryoness was known far and wide through the thirteen realms for its beautiful architecture, every building festooned with superb statues and grim gargoyles each building telling a tale betwixt these sentinels and stained glass windows that cast a kaleidoscope of colours through the streets. But these were not mere decorations of wealth and culture; mighty magic coursed through the masonry, the stained windows themselves were wards. There were whispers that enemies caught plotting against Valantis by the riskbreakers were handed over to the masonmages. The fate of those who coveted the wealth and secrets of Valantis was to stand vigil over them for eternity. No such rumours had any meaning to you however. Though in direct service to King Teer XV himself, you Vank are little more than a court jester. It is your acrobatics, juggling and general showmanship that won you your position on the royal amusement troupe, certainly not your jokes, which being so bad they almost claimed the life of a court mage, were sealed away. It is a humble life you lead, and though you hold no rank, your homely wife is even a maid to the seventh princess, Quiche. What your wife, Piplyn, fancied about still confounds you, while you are by no means ugly, your skinnyness lends an unnatural look to your body like flesh stretched over a puppet, such that the King and Troupemaster have you wear baggy clothes and a silvery smiling full-face mask. Your hair, red as the fox's fur is long and wavy reaching to the small of your back. The castle chefs tried to fatten you up, but no matter how you gorged, puppet-like did your limbs and face remain. The troupemaster was depressed for days, as he was sure that with a bit more meat on your bones, you'd be the most handsome man in the realm. Piplyn seems not to care, having been terrifying vigorous in her nightly duties since your marriage. You did try asking why she requested the King to be your wife, blushes and smiles were her only answers.Everyone thought the peace of Teer XV would continue as his forebears had, you even looked forward to your first child, but before that joy could enter your life, on a day like any other...The Kingdom and the thirteen realms shook.Darkness. An almighty shattering noise, screams and before you know it, oblivion claims your mind. When you waken, all is deathly silent, save your own breath. You were in the throneroom, and there you remain, all would be in darkness, but oh horrors...All within the throneroom are trapped in green crystal, and it is only by the ghostly glow of these crystals you can see at all. All save King Teer XV are frozen in terror. Your noble lord, instead is frozen in a state of quiet realization, though sunk in the ink of his eyes is a hatred that chills your heart.
>>5617897>>5617933>To the EastYou follow the wind, tapping the ground with your halberd to ensure you do not step right into an abyss. The path is long and winding, but rather than mazelike, it feels more labyrinthine. A path that confuses and befuddles, but ultimately leads to one place. Spiralling downwards you reach your destination.The air is hot. It was not wind. A grand gallery overlooks it.The nest of a dragon."Another one? Are we cursed?"It isn't the same dragon you glimpsed before. This one can no longer fly, wings being mere tattered stubs upon the verdant hide if the dragon. One the whole, it looked somewhat ill, its snores wheezy, beard and whiskers scraggly. Yet it was majestic all the same. A living legend. Some claimed that all the dragons of Valantis had been hunted long ago. The might, wit and skill of words was said to have failed them, but now, you wonder if it was boasting.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5617963>If you perform your jester's arts, perhaps you could please the dragon? (Effectiveness unknown, write in a show using what tools you have on you)>Oh great dragon, I beseech the passage into the grand staircase. I seek not to cause any harm upon thee or to pilfer thy treasures. I seek only to be reunited with mine family, the love of mine life and our unborn children.>Alas, I'm but a jester, and have naught to offer thee but the skills that entertained the royals and nobles of the city.Perform a show mixing puppetry, acrobatics and juggling.Have us and the armor juggle the daggers and the metal trick cards. Every so often we will switch the juggling with the armor. Also we will do pirouette, somersaults and all sort of feats.
>>5617963>>5617964I'll support this.I thought of proposing a duel of riddles for >match your wits to it, I have a couple remaining from my old quest, but I don't want to force other anons to come up with their own if mine don't work. Not to mention with Steller's cryptic storytelling we may be outmatched here.
>>5617963>>5617964>>5617964Recite this rhyme to the dragon (whilst secretly needling the wingless wyrm, hehe)Be thy thoughts imperious, O Dragon, like thy Name.Is the sun dimm'd, when fleas do fly in it?The eagle suffers little birds to sing,And is not careful what they mean thereby,Knowing that with the shadow of his wingsHe can at pleasure stint their melody.Then cheer thy spirit - for know, O DragonI will enchant thy moulten husk with wordsSweet in bait, rotted in deliciousness;That all may proclaim thy Name, in wonderment! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5618130Please post em, I'm pretty curious (even if we don't use them).>>5618368>>5617964These are interesting, I'll cautiously support them both.
Welcome to QUEST ART GENERAL, a quest for showcasing the art of your quest and its characters! Players of all skill levels are welcome!Quest mechanics:1. Don't be a spamshit. Multiple posts are fine but keep it below Souv level.2: You are free to draw/post work of others' characters, but no begging.3. Keep it SFW. This is a blue board. If you feel the need for otherwise, link it in the thread so it doesn't get nuked.4. No dramafagging/vendettafagging, or blatant shitting on others' art. Again, this is a quest to draw and vibe about art, /qst/ OCs, and their respective lore.5. If someone does give you fanart of your quest/character, be sure to thank drawfrens for their hard work as soon as you can, it's just common courtesy :^)Drawing Resources: https://pastebin.com/Dbyjxmfd
>>5616574Uohhhhhhh
Here’s an unused drawing of SiraOne of the first, actually. This was back when I was writing the early drafts of Sira cannot run a brothel! I decided that 'fade' ability should be something he only gained after being nearly dead as opposed to being bestowed it
Gaius, the protagonist of Chrono Trigger: Frozen Moment, drawn by the same artist who drew the Schala in this /qag/'s op, https://twitter.com/Calamancyy
>>5616401I have not read the quest but i will asume you have scared at least one child (on purpose or by accident)I also ignored the hair because the sketches came out weird.
>>5618393That's awesome!>Theral trying to reassuringly explain the will of the Dark Gods to a dwarven slave-child after killing his father in a raid
"In the beginning, there was a world of flourishing kingdoms and prosperous empires. But those days are long gone. The world has been ravaged by a great cataclysm, leaving only ruins and death in its wake. The cause of this disaster is a matter of much speculation and debate, but one thing is clear - the end times came, and humanity was not prepared.Famine swept through the world, brought on by a drying of the rivers and the barrenness of the fields. The last vestiges of fertile land were fiercely contested by warring kingdoms, each fighting for the resources needed to survive. In the midst of this struggle, an insidious evil arose from the eastern badlands, its power had grown unchecked as the world around it fell into chaos.The evil hordes and fanatics of dark gods tore civilization apart, their cruelty and malice causing untold suffering and destruction. The death toll was staggering, and soon all of humanity had succumbed to their fate. Centuries passed, and the world grew quiet. The evil that had wrought so much destruction was left to grow decrepit, as all light had been snuffed out.But now, something stirs in the ruins of the old world. The sky once more weeps for a better world. The plants have begun to reclaim the land, and the ruins are once again home to life. It is time for humanity to rise from the ashes, to explore the ruins of the past and stake their claim on this world once more. You are the chosen of fate, your people rising from shadowy remains of your ancestors. The only memories that could be conjured being the darkness before you awoke.Where did your ancestors stake their claim?A.) The mountainous valleysB.) The rolling grasslands C.) Cold and Hardy tundraD.) Along the fertile banks of a mighty river.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5596972>B.Work on our equipment
>>5596972>Improve melee infantry
>>5596972>A.Develop new strategies and tactics
RIP this quest
The life of a fighter is not an easy one, but you have grown accustomed to it over the years of hardship. Your name is Saban and you are a brawler skilled in unarmed combat, fighting in many duels for the amusement of bloodthirsty crowds. Currently, you are getting ready for the next and probably the last match of your career before you set out on a new path in life. But this is not the time to think about it. You should probably focus on the upcoming fight.As you enter the small arena, the cheering of an unwashed crowd watching from tribunes above greets you. A wide selection of street scum, ranging from thugs to drunkards, all coming here in hopes of witnessing senseless violence. Gods, how you hated those people. While the fight organizers were finishing introductions, you measured your opponent. He was a well-built man, just a little shorter than you. His confident and well-coordinated movement suggested an experienced fighter. Overall nothing you can't handle.So, how do you deal with it?
>>5598990>Ask about the fight
>>5599069>>5599816"So who would I go up against if I agreed?" you ask without hesitation. The dwarf scoffed at you in response"You know how it works kid. I can't tell ya until you accept the offer" "Can't make an exception for a trusted man?""No. But I can tell you that it will be different than usual. That lad ain't human, so he should give you an actual challenge for once. And the reward will be more than double of what you earned here today"You consider his words. It wouldn't be the first time you go up against a non-human opponent, but the fact that Yorgel emphasized his race more than anything gave you a couple of ideas on what you will probably go up against. There were a couple of notable races gifted in combat living in Cithia. Your next adversary could be either an orc or a lizardfolk. If you are unlucky it could be a Jotun, or if you are really unlucky, even a minotaur. Well, those were the most common options that came to your mind.So what do you do?>Sounds like fun, and the money is good. You agree to partake in a fightComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5600064>Sounds like fun, and the money is good. You agree to partake in a fight
The only thing preventing the big office from being in total silence is the large man furiously pushing his pen into the paper while making a face intended to intimidate others. The man is none other than your new principal, Mr Johnson. You think he said something, but you are kind of zoning out.Principal: "Did you hear anything that I said? I am not joking around, brat. This is your last chance. If you mess up, then it's juvenile for you!"He makes a cutting gesture across his throat. The man returns to trying to find something in a pile of papers. You really hope he ends soon. After hearing this type of thing, it stops being amusing and just becomes annoying instead.Principal: "Now, where did I put it? Ah, found it. I need to start organizing things better. Here, brat, sign this and get out of my office."[Write in your name]He pushes the paper into your hands, and you start to read it slowly. The content is not actually that interesting or difficult, but his annoyed face is pretty funny.After five more minutes, you finish and stand up to leave, but the Principal pushes you back into the chair. Damn, he is actually strong. Now, your shoulders are hurting.Principal: "Before you leave, I want to ask one last thing. I didn't find the papers detailing your expulsion from your last school. So, care to fill me in on what trouble you caused?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5600034>Try to talk him down he probably confused your intentions(Charism roll)
>>5600034>Just continue the fight and put the guy in his place(Start combat tutorial)Time to learn.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>5600039>>5600043Rolling for tie break
Throwing another punch proves to be useless again, he again avoids the blow and returns a jab, this pattern continues for more five blows, but instead of continuing the attacks the dwarf takes some steps back and a strange expression appears across his face.Jeff:”man this is such waste, your have really strong punches, long limbs, and your body can take lot of punishment, but it is pretty obvious you have no idea what you are doing” Randy:”piss off already, i am just warming up” Jeff:”you are probably accustomed to just overpowering your opponents, with your Strength”You try to grab him but you just end with a punch in your nose, and goddammit this one hurts like hell, but surprisingly he dont follow up with another move.Jef:”I don't like bullying anyone so to make this fight more fair i am going to give some hints”Randy:”Can you just shut up ? your are just trying to make excuses for your inevitably loss”But he just ignores your comments and takes some distance, you don't know what he is trying to do, maybe he is just running out of gas.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5605805>Don't move
You are the RNG, and verily you do giveth, and you do taketh away. Look at that fucking neckbeard. What's his name again? Kyle? Playing 5e like a damned mouthbreather. His tiefling warlock is down to her last three HP. The DM moves a goblin in range, and makes it fire an arrow.Kyle's snowflake level one character has a 13 in armor class and pages of backstory. The d20 has been thrown. >Nat 20>13 exactly>The goblin misses (this time)
>>5598598>>Every fucking light is red
>>5598563This NEET is on a free nat20 charisma lock until he disappoints us.
>>5598598>Every fucking light is redlet’s fuck up his life completely and see how quickly he breaksI wanna see the man in court trying to plead innocent to a murder and having to start with “it all began when my hot tiefling warlock died to a nat20”
>>5598598>Every fucking light is red
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>5598598>>Green lights all the way home
