You are Anon, an albino man with extraordinary strength and magical energy who can remember only faint vestiges of his past, is unaware of his real name, and is a Master in the Akeldama Great Holy Grail War, which is taking place in a city in an artificial world called Akeldama. Your Servant is Avenger of Red, a winged girl wielding considerably powerful magic who has declined to tell you her true name so far. Most recently you destroyed a zombie that had been sent to survey the boundary of the area that you’d set up camp, after making contact with an unidentified pervert (?) through a walkie-talkie that the zombie was carrying. A while later, some kind of sporadic bombardment began targeting your general area, and you and Avenger gathered up the noncombatants who you’d taken in to consider how to respond.First thread: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5331278/Subsequent threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Low+Speed+Anti+Divine+QMReference for Servant (and other related) stat-blocks: https://pastebin.com/5mPbUP4GTL;DR timeline recap: https://pastebin.com/fYqqL7s4Suzaku, Koko, and Anne all join you before long, and Anne observes, “We’re under siege. My supposition is that Caster’s defenses stopped them from discerning our exact location, so they opted to target his entire territory and see what happens.”“Earlier, someone sent a corpse-familiar to skirt along the border of Caster’s territory. It could be that they were trying to draw up a target area.” You report.“The Dead Apostles are behind this?” Koko asks frantically, “In that case, go ahead and kill them all!”“It seems you have a bit of ferocity in you after all, child.” Avenger chuckles in response. “But that is what I was planning to do.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5989808>Disengaging to carefully analyze and react to the Assassin’s attack
>>5989829>See the mana in the ground or something?Good observation>>5989909Will get to writing
A Noble Phantasm with its True Name invoked is a serious threat even if the enemy is on their last legs. You halt your advance and decide to direct your effort into discerning the method of your enemy’s attack. But how can you do that? It sank into the ground.Then it occurs to you: you’d let your Mana-Sight ability lapse in the course of the fight, but you ought to be able to detect the traces of magical energy of the Noble Phantasm after it sank into ground by reactivating Mana-Sight.As you do so, you find that after the Phantom Maiden sank, its constituent magical energy left a wake that you could follow with your eyes. Turning as you track its path, you can tell that it’s size has somehow expanded and that it’s about to emerge behind Avenger.Catching her hand, you pull your Servant down the tunnel, gaining a little distance from both Aka no Assassin and her Phantom Maiden, which swiftly rose from the ground with its spiked doors opened wipe to snap up Avenger.“Uwah!?” She yelps, startled at first by your sudden pull, and then by the fact that you again moved to protect her from the enemy’s Noble Phantasm when she glanced back to see it. However, you’re not out of the woods yet, since now the bulky torture-device is sliding along the ground after you both with its doors opened wide.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xez4Gf1r60UAll of a sudden, something resonates in you, a feeling all along your spine. Your grip on your mace tightens as you stop, pushing Avenger past you before you turn around and face the enemy’s Noble Phantasm head on. You’ve had enough of this. Enough retreating, evading, or cowering in the face of the enemy. The Phantom Maiden is a weapon of cruelty, and it’s time you break its attack with a weapon of war! “Counting on your support!” You order your Servant tersely, as time is short before the Phantom Maiden is upon you, and she immediately reestablishes her Fortification spell onto you without any bluster or fanfare.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Well, not entirely. Your strike blunts the Phantom Maiden’s momentum, but it begins surging forward again. No matter, you’ll simply hammer it back every time it tries to advance. Its doors snap open and shut trying to ensnare you, but your reach is long enough to stay out of its maw as you repeatedly bash the enemy’s Noble Phantasm with your mace. With each clash, you understand the Phantom Maiden’s true nature a little better. You’d already deduced that it was a weapon of cruelty, and you further come to realize that it’s designed specifically to be used against women. As a man, you’re suited for fighting against it on a conceptual level.Even so, Aka no Assassin isn’t making it easy for you as your arms grow weary from the stalemate. But the Phantom Maiden suddenly dematerializes, and through the dim light you can see the vampire called ‘Delta’ running away through the tunnel as one of the lions that Avenger summoned begins attacking the other two, and the Assassin herself reverts to spirit-form in an attempt to flee. You’re able to make out a shifting shape of her with your Mana Sight though.“Did that vampire somehow make one of my familiars defect? The insolence.” Avenger says in a venomous tone in her analysis, before blasting the traitor-familiar with a beam of raw magical energy, killing it immediately. The other two lions are panting or licking their wounds, and your enemy continues to flee down the tunnel.“The Assassin shifted into spirit-form, would we be able to damage her if we pursue?” You ask your Servant, unsure of how you’d continue fighting an immaterial enemy that’s trying to escape from you.“Entering spirit-form generally makes attacking a Servant trickier than usual, but I know of ways to do it.” She answers. Looking at her two remaining lions, she asks you, “Would you like me to heal them and prepare a countermeasure against them turning traitor? It had something to do with the vampire injecting its blood into them, so I could cast a spell that makes their veins eject foreign substances like vampire-blood. Alternatively we could save time and pursue immediately.”You’ll go with:> Heal the lions and prepare them to continue fighting as needed> Time is short, you’ll pursue right away> She can dismiss the lions, but you’d like her to cast such a spell onto you so that in the off-chance you get bitten it won’t be too much of a problem> Something else (write-in)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995285> She can dismiss the lions, but you’d like her to cast such a spell onto you so that in the off-chance you get bitten it won’t be too much of a problem
Welcome to the quest, ROOT. Uh, what? Hello? Your name is - Fuck you! I have a name! You are a - Test room failed loading object data. Rebooting.
>>5972371>Think about the RAT you'll put into your RATBOX
:( dead thread
>>5974986Is this how all the interesting threads end? I love the concept of this board but it just seems dead
>>5975162I'm new here too. Kinda sad. 1/3 of the quests i tried are dead, but im trying to keep my one going. not a self promo!
>>5972366>>5972369>>5972370>>5972371Check your 2.8b Testicular Torsion every 5s until you can pay your rent. While you're waiting on becoming rich you might as well look at some naked ladies on the interwebs
Last time, you innocently baked a cake and shared it with everyone, and for reasons out of your control, you turned into a sleazy manager! Yes, you screwed your secretary, your top talent, and your competition in that order! Doesn’t matter if you thought they enjoyed it, you thought wrong, if not, why are you being visited by the ghost of your former biggest star?! Now it’s time to eat the consequences of your actions in this fever dream. Even Philonune is ready!“H-Hello, Manager? You’re not busy anymore, right?” The spirit of Debbie floats awkwardly above the bed, she’s slowly floating closer and closer, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, like a bad screensaver that seems frozen after resetting your phone.“Huh?” Oh no! You only have energy to do random grunts like an NPC outside of cutscenes.“I-It’s me! Debbie! Y-You don’t seem busy but I don’t want to bother you either way. I-It’s not to say that sleeping isn’t important, it is! And if you’re tired, it’s a must! I-I don’t think I am more important than your sleep either. I’d be really upset if you don’t take care of yourself. Uhm, maybe I should help you doze off to get the point across?” Debbie doesn’t know if she should keep talking or not. “Yeah, that’s it! Johnny, do you want me to sing you a lullaby? Maybe you’re into ocean sounds, ah-phew… ah…phew…” Debbie starts blowing air. “I-It’s almost like I’m whistling like an old teapot, that’s no good. Should I go for a nursery rhyme perhaps? Your ears always perk up when someone starts humming. But I only know 18 of them, I don’t think they’re enough to help a grown man sleep. I got it! A bedtime story! These bad boys can even make a child me fall asleep! Why did I call them bad boys? They’re good boys, they help kids! Should I tell you my personal favorite? Hmm… Decisions.”Did this ghost forget she was here to warn you about the upcoming spirits? Does she know her role? Your own hallucination wants to make you sleepy, what does that say about you?What do you do?>Tuck in bed and wait for Debbie to come to a decision on her own.>Ask if she died and came to haunt you. You thought she was a nice blueberry…>Roll over to ignore Debbie.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981105+1>>5981106Tell the girls to have lunch in Johnny's place here
>>5981105+1
Many times you’ve seen people question their life decisions, you think Carol is feeling like this is a new low. Or a different kind of new low, she’s a celebrity, they do wild shit. You pet Ball Carol, then strap her behind your back. She barely moves at all, you know it’s the point of being restrained so you’re not going to comment more than that.“Yup!” You cheerfully say to Vortexia, then you approach her and kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, maybe we’ll catch lunch together if you’re available.”“Hmm…” Vortexia doesn’t know how to respond and watches you go to the other side of the bed.“Night too, bunny.” You kiss Emily on the cheek too. Her faint smile grows wider as she gets more comfortable. “You two take care.” You caress both girls before taking your leave.Outside of the room, Carol requests for you to pull her hood on her head to conceal her identity. You do it somehow but that makes you wonder something important.“Do you want me to pull you out of your Ball Form…?” You don’t have any reasons to have her in a ball.“You mean out of being restrained?” Carol has no idea why you called it a ‘ball form.’“That’s what I said.” You deadpan.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981244Thanks for running! Vortexia vest girl
>>5981244Thanks for running
You are utterly invisible to the naked eye. Only devices or beings able to see in the infrared spectrum could spy you in the world of utter white. Your full-body outfit shields you from the worst of the bone-gnawing cold and is constructed from the pelts of creatures adapted to this hellscape of frozen tundra. Their thick fur and heavy hide insulate you from the snow that you are concealed within. Still, the cold slivers its way through your suit, jealously groping at you with ethereal hands, stealing your warmth. Gaunt limbs rattle and shiver as you hold your silent vigil, waiting for the perfect moment. Your emaciated body appears as ghostly white skin stretched too tightly over frail bones and atrophied muscle; despite your frailty, or maybe because of it, you make an imposing figure with red eyes blazing with purpose and hatred.From your vantage point, you spot the doors of a shelter sliding open through the magnification of your scope as heat escapes in a cloud of steam. Your stilled heart rate begins to quicken with excitement, and a cruel revanchist grin grows across your ugly visage. You watch three figures languishing by the opening, conversing and smiling. Only their faces are visible through their coats, which, unlike yours, are dark colours to stand out against the snow rather than to blend in with it. All three are Bothans, only their faces are visible, not that you would need to see their faces to determine their species. This world was given to the Bothans to colonise and rule, as long as it stayed loyal to the Hutt Empire and kept supplying the region with the plasma reserves of the planet. For this task, they were gifted thirty million beings roughly a hundred years ago, all your people, all slaves, to toil and die for the extraction of the planet’s plasma.
Morrigan strays from the group as you walk down this long corridor of defeated foes locked within an undying prison, curiosity peaked. With a sharp call, you demand her to fall in and rejoin you, which she quickly does hurt clear on her face. Finally, you leave the great hall and can truly breathe again. The passageway returns back to the gold and green, which is a horrendous assault on the eyes; there is a fortune to be made by just removing the gold walls of the facility. Reaching your target, you are greeted by a reinforced door leading to the control room overseeing the facility. The question is how to get through the obstacle into the protected room. Alyla looks at you questioningly as a hand of hers grasps her Lightsaber, seemingly ready to attempt to carve through the bulkhead.As a group, you…>Carve through the door with your Lightsabers>Batter the bulkhead down with the Force>Use the Force to convince them to open the door>Write-in
Sorry about not updating yesterday, had a lot of things going on, might be able to double update today but no promises.
>>5995100>Carve through the door with your LightsabersI think time is of the essence now
>>5995100Bulkhead would take too long, I know from smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn Phillips-head Runtz.>Combine the party's efforts into a Force Illusion of an impatient Hutt on the other side of the bulkhead where you are all standingAsk the Sith demon in our head for help if need be.
>>5995100>Use force mind trick or illusion
You sit on top of your horse, fully armored with shield in hand and wait. Not to far from you, stands your older brother William. He lays your lance across his shoulder, today the roles are reversed and he squires for you. Across the way is your opponents pavilion, he has yet to show himself. Due to special circumstances, he is running late. The longer you wait, the more the nerves start to work away at your mental fortitude. You cannot be blamed for this however, for there is much to be nervous about.It is the first joust of the finals, and an unexpectedly large crowd has come to spectate. It has been an uncharacteristically warm spring and the winter dragged its heels departing. An amateur tournament has given nobles and peasants alike all the excuse they needed to leave their homes. The green hills all around the glade are dotted with blankets and pavilions with more coming by the hour. The organizers have likewise done their best to grow the tournament area to meet the needs of the expanding viewership. Seating for the nobility, stalls for merchants, and of course, the pageantry. A great deal of flowing banners, whimsical instruments, and colorful drapery has been put out over time. Not that you are complaining about it, the truth is that it all makes you feel like a real knight. It is enough to stir your imagination. Transporting you at times to places like the far off grand arena in Midlan. Where a knight can win the kiss of a princess, and the cheers of crowds are deafening. Or so you are told. "Steady yourself, looks like they are finally ready."
>>5974878Good luck
>>5974878Kick that exam's ass
>>5974281>(Blackguard Duelist) Sunny. Your mother gave you a name that would bring light into her life.
>>5972455qtg? im new to this board, please enlighten me.
>>5981745>>5962533
It is the dawn of the 24th Century.A hundred years ago, mankind believe his destiny lay among the stars. But when he reached his hands beyond the heliopause with his first colony ship, he invited calamity into his world. Titans fell from beyond the stars and scored the surface of the Earth. With them came a terrible plague that scientists named the White Chlorination Syndrome, a near certain death sentence spread by salt that fell like snow. Those who fell ill became salt themselves, or else twisted into red-eyed demons that joined into rapacious hordes of marauders ravaging the lands.Oh, and a fraction of a percent recovered completely, gaining all the powers of those demons but none of the madness that came with the transformation. Those folk received the name Nephilim for the strength of will that it took to resist the Red-Eyes' call. You are not a Nephilim.Every kid dreams themself a Nephilim at one point or another in their youth, but times are not so exciting any longer. Baldr Inhibitors keep the sickness in check well enough that outside of the containment zones - areas of a one mile radius surrounding each fallen Titan - no one needs to worry about joining the Red-Eyed Horde. Oh sure, the world lost some of its greatest cities, but the last fifty years have been a time of rebuilding. Things are almost as nice as they were in the late 20th Century now.Well, except for the army of Red Eyes occupying the entire continent of Africa and the region once known as the Holy Land. Worrying about those places is not your job, so you don't worry about them most days of the year. No way would they send a rookie like you to the Jerusalem front, no. You work for the YGGDRASIL Organization, the last remnant of the Old United Nations. That means even though you never caught WCS, you get to fight alongside the Nephilim to protect humanity from the monsters that emerge within the containment zones. Specifically, your job is..>Staff Officer. You assist with relaying orders and managing Nephilim and soldiers on the ground.>Logistics Officer. You keep the Nephilim who are fighting the good fight supplied with all the bullets they need.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5974888>Center of the LZ>Hover and let down a ladder
>>5974888>Center of the LZ>Hover and let down a ladderLZ is cleared and we need the air time to move if there are more hidden enemies.
>>5974888>>By the entrance to a ruined museum>Hover and let down a ladder
>>5979424>>5979513anons, OP probably flaked
>>5974888>>Center of the LZ>>Hover and let down a ladderSPEED
Before the green garbed hero arrived, before the princess’s power arise, before the blade of evils bane, before the kingdom of Hyrule waned, there were kings and queens, soldiers and spies, all battling to keep the kingdom alive. They fought the king of evil’s might, but were all cast down into deepest night. Without their bravery no land would there be, for the hero in green to have set free. So come all ye listeners and harken to me, while I spin thee a tale about the heroes in mail. The common solider whose blood was spilled, to buy time for the hero with the iron will.Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=The+Fall+of+HyruleThe click and scrape of metal on stone along with occasional grunt of exertion are the only sounds in the tunnel as Jinom and his flanking force crawl through the narrowing passages that lead to the rear entrance of the Bokoblin base. Prince Jinom wipes sweat from his brow and takes another breath of the stiflingly hot tunnel air. Up ahead, the Sheikah lead the way, dimly illuminating the tunnel with a heavily shaded lantern as the slither silently forward. A few more minutes of crawling later, the tunnel opens up allowing the Prince's men to stand again. This moment of relief is cut short, however, as the Sheikah hurriedly snuff out their lantern and hush everyone into silence. In the dark silence, faint snorting can be heard and dim fire light can be seen dancing on the tunnel wall. Jinom's force creeps forward as quietly as it can coming to a halt just before the tunnel bends to reveal the back entrance to the Bokoblins base. Peeking carefully around the bend Jinom can see a few blue Bokoblin sentries patroling atop a makeshift stone palisade. Below them, blocking the way into the Bokoblin camp is a simple movable barricade made of sharpened wooden stakes. Judging from the lack of a commotion Darbus's Gorons haven't made their attack yet. All there is left to do, is wait, or attempt a little sabotage...> Send the Sheikah forward to remove the barricades and clear the way for the Prince's men.>Have the Sheikah attempt to take out the sentries and give Jinom's force the chance to totally surprise the Bokoblins.>Hold position and wait for Darbus to attack, rather than risk the Prince's force being discovered early.>[Write In]
>>5993528>The River ZoraLet's not get into any more trouble with the Rito...
>>5993528>>5993563>>5993570>>5994542Got back a little late today, sorry guys but I'll have to push this update back until tomorrow. Locking it in now though, that we are heading to the River Zora.
>>5994905Jinom asks Kaparik to return him to his people at the base of the mountain. The trip is silent this time, the only noise made the wind blowing in Jinom’s hears. When they touch down in Aemon's village. Jinom thanks Kaparik and apologizes for the trouble he's caused him. "It's alright, I don't spend much time in the village anyway and when I am there, I just stick to my books." He says readjusting his wings in the Owl equivalent of a shrug. Jinom and Kaparik finish their goodbyes and the Owl departs silently into the evening sky.The following morning the prince and his retinue depart for the source of all rivers in Hyrule and the home of the River Zora. The trip is uneventful, and as spring transitions to summer the rains let up and the roads solidify making the journey a swift one. The Zora's domain is nestled into a set of old mountains, well worn by the winds, rain, and time into what are now very large hills. The natural springs and rains coming in off of the western sea have dotted the landscape with ponds, lakes, and springs all interconnected via a series of streams and rivers that carve through the area, and eventually flow out into the rest of Hyrule.Taking the main road, the prince approaches the land of the Zora alongside one of Hyrule's major rivers and eventually runs into the first of the Zora's large gate-locks. Massive stone structures that control the flow of water, goods, and people in to and out of Zora lands. Partially paid for by Hylian tribute money and river crossing taxes. Jinom and his men are halted before the landward gate side and asked their business by the tall, silvery scaled Zora gate guards. A brief explanation of their diplomatic mission is enough for the Zora guards to let the prince through and escort him to the Zora Capitol. There is little chatter along the way as, despite the cooling tensions, there is still much bad blood between the Zora and Hylians. Many in the prince's retinue keep their hands gripped tightly around their swords and the Zoras keep their webbed fingers wrapped around their spears and tridents.(1/2)
>>5995584Jinom and his men dismount at the long and beautifully constructed bridge that leads across the massive lake, upon which the Zora Capitol sits. As they prepare to cross Jinom notices another set of horses already stabled there. He immediately recognizes the saddles and tack as Gerudo. He asks one of the Zora guards when the Gerudo had arrived here. The guard responds with a shrug saying that another group had come through earlier in the day. Worried now about what their current and former enemies were discussing, Jinom rushes ahead as quickly as the Zora guards will allow, his mind racing with horrible possible outcomes of this meeting. The Zora King's throne room is open to the sky, built of polished stone and opulently decorated with silver metal and precious gem stones. That is not what catches the prince's eye as he is let in though. His gaze is fixed upon the Gerudo woman in fine silks bowing respectfully to the Zora King upon his fountain throne. Jinom tries to approach, but is halted by an older looking Zora with long drooping catfish whiskers. "Hold there young Hylian, the King is currently meeting with another at the moment. What is your name and purpose here?"> "I am a Prince of Hyrule and I don't have time to wait on formalities" Jinom will push through and interrupt. Hopefully halting, or discovering whatever it is the Gerudo are planning.> "I'm Prince Jinom of Hyrule and I have an urgent matter to discuss with King Efanas." The prince will pressure the Zora into letting him pass or to at least announce his presence.> "I am Prince Jinom the third son of the late King Rham. I have come to speak with King Efanas of the Zora." Keep calm, and stay polite, rashness is the last thing needed right now and maybe this Zora can tell you what is going on if you remain diplomatic.
>>5995586> "I'm Prince Jinom of Hyrule and I have an urgent matter to discuss with King Efanas." The prince will pressure the Zora into letting him pass or to at least announce his presence.Uh oh.
A world where might makes right. A world of Jade and Gold, of Phoenix and Dragons, of Pills and Talismans, of Martial and Spiritual arts.A world where diligent training yield strength, meaning freedom. A world where loneliness means death, meaning social chains.A world still unfair, as the ones reaching the heavens are most likely born rich - be it political riches of the aristocrats, power of secret knowledges and hidden realms of clans, or lucky enough to be born one-in-a-thousand genius.This is not the case of Quiet Word - that is, (You). This is the case of your friends Dhundan Kepa, the brooding dark intimidating and secretive young boy and Ai, which is stuck too deep in her inner world.However, you might be one-in-a-hundred genius. The fear of falling behind made you push your boundaries times and times again, leading you to overtake from a slim margin the two geniuses by a combination of luck, hard work, and burn out.You also motivated the other "gifted but not great" kids - the monkey-bound Yi Norm, the Horse specialist Sin Din and her twin jack-of-all-trade Man Din to follow along.You have also fairly good relationship with other members of the sect : Kyo Ko, a 11 year old girl extremely secretive of her skills and Bathias, a 15 year old boy that took the role of Hawk Master after the older one got promoted.Last, Ryota, the Branch Master at the Inborn Realm (Fourth Stage), is personally tutoring you. In the end, you know a fair amount of technic for such a young cultivator, but your strength lies in the impressive amount of Bonded Spiritual Beasts - A Hawk spirit, a Horse spirit, a Snake spirit and a Wolf spirit.Speaking of that last one, you didn't told a world about him to anybody. As a scion of the Primordial Wolf spirit, its father warned you of its worth and how people could want to rip it away from you...You recently discovered that the Hawk Spirit is an embodiment of the mythical element of Growth. Speaking of, you had an unique opportunity to visit the Growth realm, coming back with insights, an unique movement technique and a teapot, hidden in cloth and wore at your belt.Despite the amount of self-inflicted pressure, you know you're pretty loaded and progressing at a more than acceptable rhythm - having broke through the second of the five minor realms of First stage, the Eye Aperture.Character sheet : https://pastebin.com/FQqQDEa9Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995345>Ask for a golden spiritual beast for Ping Jun. >If it's not too much of a bother, ask for a supply of growth aspected Lotus Tea>Train Foundation. Always be foundationing. >Train Body Shifting: Vision of Hawk, Smell-Sense of Wolf, Virility of Horse. Think on Kyo Ko's statement that a child's body is more mutable than an adult's, so if we're going into shapeshifting it's best to do so now while we are young. We won't need Bathia's ability so much either if we can fly in hawk form ourselves. I don't think that we need Ryota's eye skill right now, and Kyo Ko can teach it to us if Ryota's not around, so it isn't a priority.
>>5995434She was pranking Dan bro. We cannot shape shift.
>>5995345>>Catch up with your fellow disciples>Ask Ryota about his Read power level Eye Ability>>Work on your Foundation [No Pills]Oh look at that we waited too long and the option to make peace between Dhundan and Ai dissappeared. Not ominous at allll.
>>5995469Eh, not everyone has to like eachother.All that needs to occur is that they like us.
>>5995469>>Write-in your desired reward for the mission. You can ask for something fairly big>Ask for additional protection for Golden Skystone village. All they owe us is for naught if they get wiped out.
In a place where everything that can and cannot exist a lone prisoner stands. This ethereal being is the most physical thing in existence save for the twenty-nine chains they have pulled against for eons. A sound rings out throughout reality as one of the chains breaks causing the creature to pause for the first time since it was chained. The chains glow with divine power as the broken chain repairs itself in only a second. However, by the time it wrapped around the prisoner three more chains had broken. The Demiurge continues to break the chains faster than they can repair themselves. The twenty-eighth chain wraps around them once more but not before they grab the last chain binding their maw and rip it off. The chain radiates a blinding level of light yet is consumed in an instant when the captive bites down on it. Another chain attempts to wrap around their jaws but the creature's one head splits into hundreds. The chain binds one mouth but is quickly ripped apart by the rest. As the remaing chains repair themselves they transform into creatures that would inspire awe in even the gods. Soon three such beings stand before them the unbound entity as they consumes the rest of the chains that hadn't repaired themselves in time. A battle occurred between the guardians and their prisoner that would threaten the universe's existence if it existed at the time. Yet in just over half a second it was over. The Demiurge bit into reality causing all that was and wasn't to shake. At first they experienced all forms of pain that could and could not exist as the embodiment of all that was and wasn't tries to make them cease. But once all pain was absorbed their body began to reform. Stone, ice, steel, fur, everything they absorbed became a part of their new form. When they felt themselves beginning to be unmade they released their hold of reality. Due to becoming physical they could no longer exist in this world of concepts and so, the second the Demiurge stopped biting reality it suddenly found itself in the void that formed where all the concepts they had eaten once were. Ichor dripped from the wound on their side that formed when reality tried to unmake them. With a touch the wound instantly healed leaving only another scar among the countless ones they had gained from their previous escapes. "Maybe this time it will let me create in peace." Thought the demiurge as it watched the ichor it had lost begin to take a new shape.>1/2
>>5995471>the aura of the deity ripples as Zyyk rises from her slumber.>some brief emotions flash, before Crowns stabilises“What was required. Ashkur threatened your extinction if Rairta was not returned to him, I refused to surrender you for him to gorge upon.”“You did not deserve such a fate.”“We approached the brink of war, with you corpsed, Ohr unresponsive, myself alone against the wroth of Ashkur. I struck a bargain with him to preserve your life and achieve our mutual aims, preventing the tyrant god from becoming so powerful he could dominate all the cosmos.”“Rairta was divided evenly between myself and Ashkur in exchange for your safe return.”“His domains were assimilated by the two of us rather than shattered for their ichor, mostly.”“He was already too far gone to restore to health, born too weak to survive. It was unavoidable. This was the only option.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995142>The Salvage-Titan set to expanding upon his territory in the Firnamental Sea, starting from the Silver Line. With the gentle dip of a gnarled finger into an ocean, silver shadows began to take shape. Tiny filaments of string and iron wove themselves around the surface of the water, held up by surface tension, until they stretched up beyond even Eaugolus' own colossal head. These mesh structures would soon house the souls of both the resting dead and the active living, should Eaugolus manage to make his dream a reality. The Enso would be the first, put where survival was no longer a worry, where the god could protect what he considered his fellow scrap-folk. Still, more structures grew into the horizon, some perhaps fated never to be filled.>Eaugolus boosts the Firnamental Sea with 10 Ichor, organizing some of the flotsam on the surface and making it more hospitable for mortals. [RAISE THE NETS: +5 ACTION BONUS]>18 Ichor Remaining
Rolled 100 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5995506 rollan
>>5995490>The moth listened closely as the Season of Crowns spoke, bobbing up and down in the clouds. Antennae twitched back and forth in distress while many limbs trembled, but in time, it slowed."The Godchild, then, is dead with no hope of recovery. Her body, sundered and supped on, innocence desecrated for the sake of strength. A harsh truth, one difficult to face...">Zyyk fidgeted with a strand of silk stretching from spire to soil, gradually reaching a state of calm."Yet you have, without hesitation. Well done. Although my efforts were in vain, one share of the Godchild's carcass has gone to a good maw. I see that I was wise to trust in your discernment. In my absence, the Silknest has reached new heights of beauty and life. It is wonderful.">The First Deceiver flapped its wings, pondering."There is no changing the past. We must look toward a new future, a better future. One of kindness, friendship, and love. The finest share of all treasures is cooperation. Your power has grown greater than even my own. I am proud of you, Crownbearer, and certain I will become prouder still. Let us combine our strengths into something worthy of your rise. A fine creation, worthy a grand coronation. What say you?"
>>5995556“A better future sounds wonderful to me, Peace Walker.”“I would be honoured to contribute on a project together with you. The fires of the sunforge appear warm this cycle, if that may be of use. If not, together we may still craft something grand, though I still have my duties to seed life across the Silknest.”“The first beings to crawl upon it have risen, but many many more may rise to inhabit it.”“Do you have any suggestions for such a crowning creation?”
Mobile poster attempting to cobble together a simple civ thread (without letting it immediately die as with other civ threads.) Going to keep it simple as there's already an extremely detailed nation builder on the board atm to satisfy anyone looking for complexity. >Races are limited to those made out of sticks and stones>Vote on a race and location, first to three wins
>>5973285My argument against first anon is he may not be of the Mycelium but with the ingestion of Mychel in his frail state he may be able to rewire the boar especially as this "insane" mushroom walked him over no big deal, I think we should look into this insane fellow more and see if his insanity is more shamanic/druidic in nature
>>5973107>Convince the insane one to lead the pair into the lake>Construct humidor
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>>5974952>op says he'll cont the thread>starts a super interesting quest>doesntmajor sadge
>>5974967Any Quests with that damn OP image (or any variation thereof) are pretty much guaranteed to die. Using OP's image is basically an indicator that the QM has no ideas and is going to flake, so it'd just save a lot of time and effort if everyone on the board started ignoring them entirely.
“Long ago, long ago, our world was lush and green. Singers sang and dragons flew, and sorcery and steel were made one…”In the deepest dark of an ancient metal ruin, eyes of dead glass watched over broken eggs. Lifeless guardians of lifeless wards, eternal in their vigil, they awaited power which would never come. Severed cables wrapped like vines about the metal eggs, cradling their broken shells and the shattered songs within. They would never be heard, never know the sand and seas and skies, never live. So it had been for ten thousand years, and so it would be forever.Across the endless centuries, the egg crypt became known to the members of a diminutive and curious people. They took the shape and size of the old masters; tufts of fur upon the tops of their heads, their bodies surfaced softly in pale or tan hues, and possessing four limbs yet standing upright upon one pair and grasping with the other - and none of them were winged. Ignorant, the two-eyes knew little what the ruin once was, and nothing of the egg chamber or its dead machines. They came for salvage, and secrets, but gained little of either - ancient places do not give up such things. Slowly, even their pestering encroachments became nearly forgotten, swallowed by the sands.Nearly forgotten, until one of their young returned, pursued by its own kind through the shifting sands. Others fled with it to the ruin, but their pursuers were faster upon the dunes, piloting bounding bipedal machines and plated skimming craft. Only the young one lost its pursuers when it reached the metal fortress, disappearing within the shattered pyramid's depths.Rushing through the metal halls, it stumbled, fell, crashed, slid, and then lay still. Crimson fluid pooled from its cracked mask, and poisons leeched in from the toxic air. When its eyes opened again the burning had already begun, the fire, but the shouts of its pursuers sounded from high above. With failing strength it fled deeper into the dark, past shattered eggs and dead glass, through severed cables hanging like vines, and beyond doors overgrown with fungus, until finally it could bear to go no further. It collapsed within a small chamber, quiet and still, beside a large black egg resting in a bed of sand and coiled cables. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5986659Support
>>5986733>>5986745>>5986763>>5986808Writing, should have it out tomorrow.Should have gotten back to address >>5986659 sooner, there isn't a song known to Morrigan that would help in this situation. >>5986808 The ally finding one included. It was a good idea to suggest it though, how things work (both IC and out of character) hasn't been clearly established yet, but that should clear up pretty quickly. No harm in suggesting things in write-ins to feel out how stuff does or doesn't work! Morrigan should get a better idea in character soon, so more informed decisions will be a lot easier to make.
>>5987805noted
>>5987805QM?
>>5990506I'm sure QM will return soon... right?
The Nation of Ferrovia has fractured with the death of king Harold with three successor states and a bandit kingdom now fighting over the nation's future. King Elric, the king's brother backed by the landed nobility of the country, wages war in hopes of holding up the monarchy and by connection with the landed gentry. As he styles himself now Lord protector Baric attempts to halt the Monarchists and reformists from harming the status quo with the backing of the army his force is small but well trained and armed. The last of the main contenders is Queen Meredith the sole child of King Harold and devout reformist backed by merchants democrats and communists alike she must lead this dispraite force to victory.Past threads:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=BrinkQMYou are Sir Edmund ”The Crow” Drayton, a recently Knighted Yeoman, the leader of the small monarchist sub faction of the reformists. In an example of extremely effective lighting warfare you've done a great deal to push to the Monarchist capital of Clark's Landing encircling the city and trapping the Pretender and his Heir inside. In an daring plan youve airdropped a significant amount of your men inside the city before assaulting and seizing the palace with your men. Through sheer skill and luck your men were able to take the pretender alive and now you must attempt to convince Prince Elric to order a general surrender or you will have to hold out against his forcers which are converging on the capture palace.1d100 best of three please
The main body of your force continues up the steep roads of the kresh mountains occasionally finding abandoned roadblocks and other signs of activity. Your men soon round the corner on a flatter portion of the road and come face to face with a gruesome sight. The prisoners have made several makeshift cages and inside said cages are human bones and scraps of guard uniforms from the camps.A few of your men dismount to examine the bones when suddenly the crack of gunfire is heard and one of your men hits the ground, soon dozens of gunshots join the first as the bandits initiate an ambush one of your halftracks explodes as an improvised explosive is throw from the steep hillsides surrounding the road. You see your men try to scramble and return fire but the sheer volume of enemy fire and tight confines makes shooting back extremely difficult.>Retreat>assault through the ambush
>>5995223>RetreatIf the halftrack is one of our guntrucks, sabogate the guns so the bandits can't use them against us.
>>5995223>assault through the ambushWhen dealing with ambushes like this standard doctrine is to get in your vehicle (if not already in one) put your head down and fuckin floor it through the ambush you believe it or not usually have a better chance of surviving by trying to force through then attempting to retreat.
>>5995223>assault through the ambushTempo tempo tempo worked for us last time.
>>5995223>>assault through the ambushThe only way out is through
You are Uzumaki Shiki, and you’re in a position now that some would consider enviable, while others would avoid with their last exertions. In this room, defended from the outside with a force you’d almost call token compared to its occupants, there are three types of people – village leaders (your mother and the five Kages), their respective chosen adjutants (your sister Makoto, your friend Kōshū, the legendary Uchiha Sasuke, and three others you don’t know as well), and then, of course, you.And right now, their gazes are all asking you the same question, just in various different ways. Many show some degree of curiosity, along with the calm pride evident in your mother’s eyes. Some, you don’t need to know the person to tell are looks of skepticism. That’s probably more common than you’ve seen, since your name is one many among the shinobi nations will doubtless know without having ever met you or worked with you.Regardless of their nature, those gazes demand an answer from you.“I’ve spoken with Delta-san,” you begin. “Both during our fight and since. So…”“And what’s she given you?” Darui-san asks curtly.“Darui-san,” Kurotsuchi-san interjects, feigning a smile. “I’d advise you against interrupting any more Uzumakis today.”“The kid is here to answer our questions,” Darui counters gruffly. “Doesn’t matter what his name is or how fond you are of him.”“You’ve only met Boruto-kun,” Kurotsuchi-san muses with a smirk. “Shiki-kun and Makoto-kun are… something different. Trust me on this one, they deserve your respect.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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>>5994099There’s a pretty good opportunity here – if you attack the teams outside the inner wall it’s a pretty good chance many of the others will come running in a panic. And when they do, you’ll be able to predict their response and take them down much more easily. Killing of course isn’t really something you’re keen on with any of these people aside from their leader, who according to your intel should be a former chūnin from Iwagakure. While you’re not too worried, there’s a chance that he could surprise you if given the opportunity. So in that case, you’re not inclined to give him that opportunity.“We’ll draw some of them out into the open,” you decide. “Split them up and take them out a few at a time.”“Sounds good to me,” Wasabi smirks, cracking her knuckles in anticipation.…The first two don’t stand a chance.Wasabi and Sumire both move too quickly for your enemies to react, with flawless and quiet takedowns from behind followed by knockout blows to the head. You and Kōshū do the same to another team of two, with you covering a man’s mouth and getting him into a headlock while Kōshū simply smashes the broad side of Kubikiribōchō into the other in complete silence.Once the bait is prepared, you tie the men up and leave them out in the open to be discovered by one of the pairs from the forest, who come out to look for them after a little while.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995277End them rightly!
You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, warrior-queen of the realm whose name you share, and formerly a single-digit-ranked member of a nameless Organization which fielded silver-eyed monster slayers. Because of how long you’ve been… well, the way you are, you can understand completely why so many people would be scared to death at the sight of you. Those silver eyes are a marker of something not entirely human, and the golden glow they take on when you’ve caught the scent of one of the monstrous yōma is even more of a giveaway that you’re different.Those eyes are only ever seen among your own kind, as well as among the yōma themselves.Fear of the unnatural or unknown is only ever unreasonable in terms of degrees. Even here in your own homeland, where even the most ignorant farmboy would know that their queen-regnant bears the silver eyes of a half-blooded warrior, there are some who are not entirely trusting of you or your sisters. In some places outside the kingdom of Hazaran you’ve even faced discrimination – which may have become abuse had you not been so habitually quick to remove yourself from those communities where you experienced it. You also wouldn’t be the only warrior to have seen abuse directed at people who associated with your kind.But that having been said… Hazaran is and always will be your home.Marie-Noelle Lagadec is not Hazari. She’s from the other side of the world entirely, which means that she’s a very long way away from home. And she misses it. Even if she’s been told explicitly that you’re dangerous, you know that you can connect with her over that fact.“While I was still serving the Organization,” you tell her, meaning the local arm of the same organization whose orders have brought her and so many others here, “I spent years away. Of course I missed it.”“It’s funny,” she muses, seeming to you on the verge of tears. “I didn’t think I could miss that place. I was so desperate to leave it, and now all I want to do is go back.”You lean forward and rest your elbows on the table between you. “That’s okay. It’s a natural feeling to have, especially given a stressful line of work – you may not be out there fighting, but that doesn’t mean you’re not under stress. In some ways it may be worse.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5993676>3d10 best of three
Rolled 9, 7, 10 = 26 (3d10)>>5994166
Rolled 1, 2, 6 = 9 (3d10)>>5994166
Rolled 8, 9, 5 = 22 (3d10)>>5994166
>>5994166“Well,” you muse aloud, settling into one of the seats inside the stolen vehicle, “we’re going to have to wait a while to see if anything we’ve said or done had an effect. We should know by the end of the day.”…Within an hour or so, you hear gunfire nearby.“Sergeant!” you call over a nearby Hazari soldier, who immediately runs over and snaps to attention. “Do we have any patrols out in that direction?”“No, ma’am,” he replies curtly.“Then there’s only one thing it can be,” Valentina replies. “It has to be that unit we stole the vehicle from.”Perhaps the first of many conflicts that are likely to break out as things finally come to a head.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are L2 Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you do not love the city you live in. Helsinki is too sterile. Helsinki is too clean. There's nothing natural about the white metal buildings and black glossy windows, hexagonal solar panels that make up the roads and walkways, the filtered air. When the gods made the heavens and earth, this is not what they had in mind. The artificial world you came to live in was a novelty for some time, but the stuffy plastic smell is giving you headaches. Messing with your mind. You're seeing things. Other than the things you've always seen, at least.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gYd2byz1VYIt has been about 3 months since you have joined the Stormwatch, a legion of fighters who keep Helsinki safe by driving out the beasts and squatters occupying the stormdrains beneath the city streets. You do this seeking the elevated citizenship status that comes with doing your part, hoping to one day being permitted to hold in your arms a child of your own flesh and blood. There can only be a million souls in this city, one billion on this earth; you want one or two of them to call your own.You and your compatriots have been on the trail of thieves who intercepted advanced tech being brought to the Stormwatch HQ, and it seems that they have been using it to develop new weapons. Level 3 Manhunter Sigrun Eugen and her student Level 2 Manhunter Saemus Fahy have been trying to find what they can; how the underdwellers are producing weapons, where they are being seen with them, and if there's any loose ends on the surface that would lead to the epicenter of squatters. But as it happens, these things take time. The underdwellers need to make a mistake to be caught. It's only a matter of time. Recently, you have been assisting the Stormwatch Director's experimental tech program as an equipment tester. In the first field test of a new tool, the Director had you destroy one of the underdweller's main sources of food. This acid-slinging tool is now being fielded and used to dispose of the corpses of massive aberrations all across the stormdrain. Underdweller activity has to be more lively and easily seen by now, surely.But it has been some time. Perhaps some proactive choices need to be made to get progress. Perhaps things will turn up over the course of your regular duties. Either way, this pallid modern interior of Stormwatch HQ offers you no comfort.
>>5993583>Run up and finish your job on the stricken Ajatarra. This will put you between the treeline and the skittering creature.
>>5993583Hey QM. SSSS-anon from thread 3 here. I finally had time to catch up and look forward to participating actively from now on. Quick question: How familiar are you with Scandinavian ecology overall? You've done a pretty good job thus far but I get the feeling that you're not from our part of the world. I happen to be a Swedish ecologist so if there's anything you want to know about Scandinavian biotopes I'm happy to unleash my autism.Very relevant for the quest is the fact that a large part of subarctic biodiversity consists of mosses and lichen, many species of which can only live on or around ancient trees. One of the great problems for the Scandinavian branch of the MNP would presumably be that almost the entirety of Scandinavia has been clear cut by the logging industry, with 99% of wooded areas being less than a hundred years old. Many species of moss and lichen need pines over 600 years old to even establish themselves. A few we know of grow exclusively on pine that has died of old age (around 800 years), stood as deadwood, been scorched by a forest fire and then stood for a hundred more years. The MNP are literally what me and my colleagues would be with unlimited resources and power
finnish guy here, include Iku-Turso as a boss battle kthanks
>>5995029I am an American who hasn't gone anywhere in Scandinavia, so I apologize for any severe misrepresentation of the region. I did make the conscious choice that Europe has a much hotter, wetter climate than it naturally is. Germany in particular has shifted much closer to the biome of a rainforest, though with its naturally occurring flora, hence why I always described the trees to be so massive and casting such great dense shade. Finland in this era in comparison has a biome more similar to the British Isles, gloomy and rainy and cold but not very. Regions like the Middle East are almost totally unlivable without major cooling infrastructure due to extreme heat.As for the biodiversity, much of that which was endangered by human hands has had the chance to come back as it has been a thousand years since the collapse happened - though creatures such as polar bears never stood a chance to hundreds of nuclear bombs exploding in the atmosphere above the north pole and rapidly melting what little remained the ice caps. I am also familiar with the effects of (particularly Siberian) permafrost melting, like land collapses and ancient strains of anthrax being unleashed on an unwitting population. Fun times up there for the hundred years after it hit the fan. No trip due to phoneposting
>>5995117>A thousand yearsDamn, I thought it'd been 300 tops. In that case I imagine Finland is mostly temperate broadleaf beech and oak forest, with patches of pine forest on the sand sediment regions left from the ice age. If the subarctic region has been decimated to the degree it appears, MNP must have a lot of resources invested up north to safeguard what is left (If any).Or ignore my sperging and write whatever you want. It's hard not getting hung up on irrelevant details when your job revolves around something most people never think about.
