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You are engulfed by a throbbing, cold wave of pain. Hands clenched, a fountain of blood erupting from your injured hand. Your legs shakily make their way down the street they are in. Another wave of pain hits as you wince, bringing your good hand up to where the left side of your face had once been.

That damnable upstart with his heavenly potential, beyond that of your power. Fate had betrayed you in that moment of all consuming despair, when Golden Experience had thrust the arrow into its chest at the behest of its master. Your other half, Diavolo did not know it, but you did. Still, even with that momentary lapse of Judgement, you are certain that Fate is still on your side. After all, you had reached the truth, as agonizing and horrible it is. Your other half was not as fortunate as you were.

An ethereal blackness seeps from the gaping hole of what was the left side of your face, now shattered and open, revealing the dark void that lied within you. To add insult to injury, Epitaph was far too damaged for you to use. Of what use was your ability to rewrite fate, if you could not see the fate that would be made for you?

The concrete sidewalk shakes beneath your feet, and somewhere inside of your consciousness, you are aware of what could only be an earthquake occurring at this very moment. You collapse, tumbling onto the floor as your incorporeal form skids across the litter ridden alleyway. As it seemed, you were not completely free from that Requiem Stand's curse, given by how weak you feel. How dare that upstart do this to you! For a brief moment in time, your pain lapses and you clench your still bleeding fist, slamming into the ground as the concrete beneath you buckles, cracks webbing from the point of impact before it shatters.

Your good eye turns unnaturally in its socket, emerald green beholding your surroundings.

What are they?
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Sure. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m not sure if I can run a quest at my best if I’m too interested in it.
It's fine, just that the board is very starved for quality quests in the Worm setting that don't fucking die or have their QM cursed. As long as you keep running shit and don't drop Stand Quest Requiem, I will keep reading whatever you write my dude. The autism must flow, but controlled and harnessed for good.
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I'll be waiting, Stando.
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>tfw KC in Worm ends with one thread
>tfw go on /a/
>tfw first two things I see at the top of the catalog are >>>/a/191854436 and >>>/a/191837170

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>The Story so far

>Are Anonymous


>A boy
>A Necro-Meme-Wizard

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G: "Self fulfilled birth insurance."
>He finishes the milk in his bowl

G: "Nice time loop."

>Glossaryck and Luna
>Share a glance

G: "What? I told you. I care."

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>Thanks glossarick for something.

And damn right were gonna treat you like a Queen.
Good Session
By the bindings of hell and the nature of all devil kind. I bind you in this bargain to ensure the birth of Persephone Mephistephany McMoot. Through hardships unknown you WILL suffer the curse of your Mother's revenge to it's fullest. Laying with he of the memetic radiance and without fail carrying the spawn until term
Thanks for the session, Quest!
sorry for not marking all my posts, but it still turned out way better than expected

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We are lost and need to get back to our hometown; a city named Mortal Plane.

You see, after a couple of sinkholes collapsed downtown, a new cult arose from its ashes.

We fled to Vietnam, but got lost. The holes seem to have been repaired recently, so we'd like to return.

Can you help us get back to Mortal Plane?

Thank you,


Yes = I will help you, send me your coordinates

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>Yes. Is this a two-way line?

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Everything happened so fast. Before all of this, you were Freya Godsblood, princess of Ordamark, and you were the most beautiful women in the land. But everything changed for you, as you've caught the eye of the Dark Lord Lazarus Drack who, seeing you, decided to claim you as his wife.

Now, you're his Empress, the Dark Queen Freya Drack, and your reign has just begun.
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>"Good. Once the port is finished, and with the help of the Tharques, the navy of the north will rise and sail the cold sea. Also, we decided to focus on the development of the west part of the empire. With the focus, the first step our road project should be finished in less then 6 months. You can help with it in any form whatsoever." you explain.

>". . . I find it quite unfair that you favor kingdoms that are already well developed." Roman Vosko.

>"This will facilitate trade and help with the transport of goods, which will give us the means to develop the east faster." Sebastian Morebarr replies.

>"This is a good idea, we just need to be patient." the Council of Roses representative adds.

>"Hmph ! Fine, so be it. But I'm not happy about this." he declares.

>"We're not forgetting about you, King Roman Vosko. Is there where any problems with the nomads on the borders." you inquire.

>"No your highness, the nomads are rather calm, but something's worrying me. You know that from time to time a warband of steppes people come and loot everything they can, doing so they push the nomads into our lands. Now ehre is the things, there is less and less steppe people raid but the nomads are still coming to the west as if fleeing something. The centaurs are also reporting movement on their lands." he explains.

>"This is worrying. Our troops should be more than enough, but keep watch the East anyway, we would not want a large group of warriors from the east roam the empire and burn everything. Sebastian Morebarr, you will go into the Centaur lands and try bringing them into the empire." you say.

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Do we want to bring up about the war/ fight thats going to happene nd that they should get ready for something big to happen??
At lest talk about the black moon and church light spat
>Do you wish to say something else ? Or end the meeting here ?
-King Phillip Turean how many ships would we need to patrol our water and keep them pirat free and what kind of numbers are we talking about to defend our Empire from the fleets form Hagëndorff or Tharque?
-About the things that could be added to the kingdoms
Ordamark whaling industry
-Not until we have a fleet to defent us at least from pirats
Kiven Agriculture in the plains
-It should be possible to do something about it in the next few month
Voyoba fort on the southeast border
-A fort close to your cities is ok as i have other ideas at what will be huild at the border
Nyrkostr port into the Dread Sea
-is a port in the Dread Sea really worth it?
-To Roman Vosko after the meeting is ended alone: Roman Vosko i have not forgotten about the east but tell me where live more of "my" subjects live? In the West or East? But like i said i have the east not forgotten and i have plans for it, but like everything in live it will take time, after all you got your city did you not so i will tell you what i have planned for it. I want to build farms there for meat so even the peasantry can have it more then once a month. Both in Westteron and in your kingdom will be the main producer for that.


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lets get a small insight at what they all have as military and politic dispositions and what there plans are for the future.

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Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3496847/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuu

It almost felt wrong how easy it was to drag your Luger up from it’s holster, sighting in on the pan magazine affixed under the gun. You were almost calm really, everything so slow around you. The sounds of this death dance around you were muffled and yet crystal clear. Aibell’s blade sang as it ripped through the air, splitting open the British soldier’s chest cavity in a spray of gore. His eyes went dead near instantly, the soul sucked from his body.

The Luger recoiled in your hand incrementally, the gun ever so slowly pushing back into your grip as the .44 FREAK ammo ripped from the barrel, spinning through the air on it’s path to destruction. You watched the trail of air pushed aside, lit bright by the slow burn of the muzzle flash as the explosive tipped round dug deep into the magazine in a shower of sparks. A deep bassy thrum caressed your ears as the ammunition inside cooked off at once, detonating in a spectacular show of lights and gore as the Exo-Knight’s arm ripped to shreds up to the elbow. The eyes behind the battered iron helmet widened slowly, before time rapidly caught back up in a rush of sound and a near crippling headrush.

Gore sprayed rapidly from the shredded limb, bright crimson pooling on the floor between you and the enemy. Whatever combat stimulants the suit injected worked into a frenzied overdose, the man’s breathing becoming rapid and strained as he looked about the room frantically. With a beleaguered roar he rushed at you, claymore in hand and raised for a killing blow. You weren’t sure what gave out first, his overworked heart full of drugs that popped like a balloon under pressure, or the helmet that split down the center as an armor piercing round from Nixie turned his head into a juicy pulp. The armored corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thud, Aibell finishing her fight in time with yours as she span and decapitated the remaining Englishman. Even with just a few kills to wrap herself in now, she was surrounded in a horrific darkness that set you on edge even if she was your ally. Breathing heavily, the three of you took stock of the situation.

Bodies of the elite british EXCAL were strewn about the car, nearly a full ten by your count. Behind you further up the train the sounds of combat continued, along with the distant roar of a heavy flamer.


[1] Moved through the train slow and careful

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The bank denied my loan. I don't particularly feel in the mood to do anything. Sorry guys.
its fine, Good luck boss
That sucks,
Mybe a differnt bank will say yes?
I've gone through every bank in 45 miles. No everytime.
Thats an issue whats there main teasion for no?
Guse youl better start saleing thr druslgs mate

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“Evening Spiff, they ready?” You ask casually, lines repeated nearly every early morning, as you stroll into the gas station, one of only two in this crummy town, and also, the only place in the town pretending to be a bakery, specifically, for donuts.

The middle aged man behind the counter just shrugs, looking up from his newspaper towards the pastry rack a few feet from him, which was quite clearly empty. “Looks like they aint.” Spiff said with a shrug, looking back at whatever article could be so enticing, “Check with Donny in the back. Coffee should still be full though Sheriff.” He casually adds, already knowing what your next question was bound to be.

You nod, giving the aloof man his space as you go to get your usual. You had time to spare, and Donny would get those donuts done on his own time, regardless of if you asked anyways. Strolling over to the old set of coffee pots and machines, you frown, noticing the thing wasn't even turned on, no heat on the back of your hand as you check all three of the pots, shaking your head as you scowl at Spiff over your shoulder, before switching them all on, and leaning back on the counter. Looks like your morning was gonna be longer than you would've liked.

As you look about the old, run down gas station, you can't help but think about how perfect it is for a representation of the small, isolated town you called home. An old place, one of those that at first glance had a certain charm to it, but at second glance was no better than a dying carcass rotting away. But for someone like you, it had been a good place to try and disappear into. Never expected to become sheriff though, but theres alot of things about this town and your life now you didn't expect.

It was then, you jump up, a familiar voice drawing both you and Spiffs attention…

“AH SHIT FUCKIN CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL FUKKIN SATANS PISS!?” Donny yelled like a schoolgirl getting raped, suddenly falling through the swinging door to the back and landing on his ass, a look of terror on his flour covered face, as he backed up quickly, a look of fear and confusion twisting is tobacco scarred features heavily.

You turn, gun drawn on instinct, as you stare at the slowly swinging doors, ears perked up as some awful, gurgling sound slowly approaches. Donny ends up nearly knocking over a snacks wrack, before he catches sight of you, and quickly pointing to where you’re already looking, shakily gives you demands. “Shit, Sheriff Matthews! Kill that damned godforsaken fukkin thing!” he squeals, just as the creature of his fears starts pushing itself past the door.
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What part of my critique was being an asshole? I called you an asshole, but I never insulted the QM. My critique itself doesn't have anything rude in it. Literally point out anything in it that could be considered rude.

>hurr durr the last part of your post

The shit wallowing wasn't part of the critique. Seriously anon, I want you to tell me where I was being rude to the QM during any part of the advice shit. The first period post wasn't even a rude shitpost, it was just a dumb shitpost suggestion. What part of my critique is wrong, and what part of the actual critique was rude?

Literally the only attitude in the critique is at the end line. Everything before that is standard shit. There was no personal insults, hell no insults at all. It wasn't ass patting, but it sure as hell wasn't mean at all.
(if you think this is a good way to get a point cross, and dont see how it would make some think you are a troll, then there is no helping you, im sorry.)
(Combine that with instantly calling an Anon with due concerns an idiot, then your continued charade of overblown emotional tirades, it is clear you are not one to take seriously.)
(I of course, cannot stop you from shitposting, and really should be in bed, but do know your posts will be ignored from this point onward, if you so wish to act like this.)
The period post was obviously just a joke, not even intended to be mean. Hell you didn't even take it as such. The post after that was honest advice, something that you could read on a writing website if it had been written more eloquently. Anon brushed off any attempts to give you, a WRITER, some much needed WRITING ADVICE. Because if you don't say a QM's work is flawless, then you're being mean to them? That's being an idiot, and he deserved to be called an idiot. I haven't even insulted you yet, and I would like you to point out where I have. I haven't said anything about the quality of the prose itself, nor of the plot or characters or anything like that.

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Pro tip: Next time just honestly tell what you want to tell instead of going at it in a roundabout way. All so you could correct them, then they understandably misinterpret your advice as trolling, and act all smug about it later on
Or just explain what you mean post scriptum, this way people won't see your advice as meaningless shitposting
Oh great it's dead

The Elements - A NRP Game

Create a nation/civilization and RP in the fantasy themed world.


Each player starts with one tile and the tiles around it. This is where the capitol of a nation is placed. (Exceptions exist). Choose a location to start and your colors. (pick two) You may post once your nation has been approved, any aspects of your nation which I find unfair or meta that I have not already established are banned as initial traits may be denied, but not denied after you have already been approved post approving.

You don't need to read the rules just be sure to follow the example set by other players, if you break the rules I will inform you of what you have done wrong and give you the chance to retroactively fix your mistakes.

I am the OP, my job is to keep this game running smoothly, I will mediate inter-personal conflicts between players that relate to the game and will deny meta gamers their unfluffy modifications and advancements.
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Action 1: start making those magical forts we remembered
Action 2: start looking for that bizarre room
>>The Yokai Lords

>1: Jungle Farming
With the myriad of new jungle plants and crops found earlier, the Yokai Lord Giib instates more of these crops to begin cultivation and circulation. These new crops are more effectively and sustainable grown throughout the jungles.

Yokai Lord Giib, and to a lesser extend Yokai Lord Mun, receive far more internal political power due to influx of food for their people.

>2: Warrior Poetry rises to prominence
The end of the Burning Effigy War heralds a massive swell in national pride for the Oni people. They revel at the fact that they have fought off a larger, stronger, and dangerous foreign power to the point where their King paid tribute to a Yokai Lord. Many warriors begin singing songs born from their time in the field with their kinsmen, others compose poems to tell of their tales to loved ones, and others still write dirges to lost comrades. With Oni from all corners having participated in the battles, the cultural impacts are felt across the nation.

Sonarii >>3755184
While Yokai Lord Giib is unable to come to the meetings, as he is already busy with other negotiations both in and outside of the Oni, a strong set woman is the one to meet the Duke. Called down to the Oni-owned mountain on their borders, she explains that she is the next prospective Yokai Lord, handpicked by Yokai Lord Giib to deal with the western mountains and mountain pass. While not fully fledged yet, she still speaks with the authority of Giib and his interests. Like most Oni leaders, she is exceptionally martial focused, and gladly accepts the Duke's challenge.

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>Diplo: Yokai

The Duke agrees to the Oni terms for hiring the Mercenaries against the Totu. Sonarii have no need for Mountain passes, as flight can carry them over the highest peaks; they will not interfere with Oni control. He orders his treasuries opened to provide wealth in the preferred form for the Oni, be that Mineral riches, foods or worked goods of wool and leather.
The queen is in a rage as she ponders her next move. Until suddenly, all rage escapes her body and devious smile creeps across her face. It had been this simple all along.

>Action 1: Pressurization
A more complex endeavor than previous attempts at bending-based equipment, the Totu experiment with the process of storing their power within an object to destabilize it in order to create more effective artillery pieces.

>Action 2: Fortification
Though largely an underground civilization, the Totu have found themselves in a defensive position and thus begin the creation of more permanent fortifications to help facilitate their barrages and defend against the ranged devices of their opponents.

>War Action: Attrition
Things are going splendidly for the Totu. The combination of the Yokai and the Elephants exists as a non-force force to halt the progress of the earthmen whilst the Totu artillery may barrage any Sonarii who attempt to approach their encampments. Time is the tool of the Totu now, as the Sonarii have overextended themselves with several mercenary forces, an army which must be fed and paid, and the attrition of a battle fought in a vast desert. Their city which was once responsible for feeding Larnet has fallen. With no supply center and their supply lines barraged, it is sure to fall soon too. The Totu focus on defense and range during.
1. The King turns his attention to the errant lord of Dawnfort to the east, looking for a means of either traversing the mountains, tunneling through, or blasting them out of the way. (That hex with only one mountain separation)

2. New irrigation techniques are studied to make desert life more viable.

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Galactic Federation is a freeformish RP where you create your own civilization and you mess around with other civilizations and have adventures with the ambassador of your race and occasionally do wars as well.Feel free to jump in at any time just listen to group consensus and try not to be too OP and anyone is welcome to join.
The setting: An alternate reality where the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies collided in the far past.Many races have arisen in this collision with some from different galaxies,alternate dimensions and even from earlier times.They all interact on Trojan the meeting place of the Galactic Federation:an organization for all races to meet and to keep peace in the galaxy.
Or beat the fuck out of each other.
Rules (may or may not be valid, I don't know anymore):https://docs.google.com/document/d/14bXNTkfnNkDA30ZRW4Q8GSVtBBijkcLrlNSb3_8w5mk/edit?usp=sharing
Combat rules(I hope still valid):https://docs.google.com/document/d/1M9Lbb_litt-8T20bKdaJokOCZO1eYagjdapj44_qJdg/edit
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>The Strike Force is tired of the fucking and decides that instead of trying to use brute force against the gate they'll just blow holes in the walls and send jump troops over. They plan to break up into separate groups on the otherside of the wall and then try to meet up with the Ploraxians
>That or just try to break away and regroup
Rolled 40 (1d100)

>the main brunt of the UE relief force is broken on the back of the sexbot capital walls, a defiant past push sending their best surviving jump infantry into the mechanical alleys and electric roads of XXXR-18.

>Now disunited and separate, though alive, they face a new set of challenges in the form of the city defense drones, and the frequent ambush attempts by abductor models
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>The Sons of Mars and jump Marines scream about how much they " 'ate Robos" and decide to surf the Abductors towards the Ploraxian lines. Jumping on top of the Drones and riding them into the city as their Dropship flies over the city and strafes the emplacements of any heavy weapons.
Rolled 8 (1d100)

>the genius plan to grab onto the abductors all the way into the city works wonderfully until the sons of mars find themselves deposited into a holeding cell and restrained, the sons sensible enough to not go along with that plan facepalming in shame

>the city guns target the dropship and aim to blast it out of the sky
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>The Sons of Mars break out of the holding cells fairly easily and they decide to run towards the city guns and take them over and turn them against the defenders. While the secondary force races towards the last position of the Ploraxian Survivors. They want to link up with them ad the Dropship flies to the Ploraxian position and begins strafing the Androids assaulting them.

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Once, Tagara believed it might be alone in the universe, without any other intelligent life in the void. That was before the Valkans appeared.

Without a word or even an attempt at communication, the Valkans began a protracted war of extermination, stripping away every Tagaran defense until they fell upon the homeworld itself. On that day, each and every Valkan ship, their smallest hull mightier than the greatest Tagaran dreadnought was ripped from the sky, torn apart by energies from within it's own hull.

It's been twenty years since that day. Twenty years since the Valkans - with all the suddenness of their arrival - vanished from the world, exterminated by their own hand. With the cause unexplained and the world still reeling from the brutality of the Valkans and fifteen years of constant war, there's a struggle to adapt to peace again.


You can read the prologue thread here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3684790/
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>You're probably Valkan. Probably. Well, you don't know, but you need to know for sure.
>Nobody knows anything about the Valkans, this is an opportunity to find out more.
>Nobody knows anything about the Valkans, this is an opportunity to find out more.
We can't just jump from "I hate the Valkans, they killed my mom" to "My mom was a Valkan and I can learn more about her this way" so easily now, can we
Why one of these? ALL the things!
>Nobody knows anything about the Valkans, this is an opportunity to find out more.
And some mixed feelings besides. Writing.

Sixteen years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day the Saiyans have more than earned their title of warrior race. proving their might as Freeza’s most powerful soldiers, annexing hundreds of worlds in the name of Emperor Freeza. After the now-legendary Siege of New Salda broke the might of the Covenant’s empire, none have dared to openly challenge the PTO’s military superiority. Many systems have fallen in line, dozens upon dozens of worlds surrendering without a fight.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 747. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a base powerlevel of 8,222,000, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, husband and mate to Meloka, father of many, champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, and as “The Dragon of New Salda” you are the unbroken symbol of the PTO’s might across the stars. But for now peace has come to the Saiyan race, unlike any they’ve ever known. But how long will this hard-earned peace last?

Character Sheet, powerlevels, and other pastebins: https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQM
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:
>3 vote minimum to proceed
>Only first 3 -correctly- rolled die count, best of 3 wins
>If any two roll posts are within the same second, they will be counted as one roll and I’ll take the higher number(s)
>When votes are called, pick -ONE- option unless otherwise stated
>Crits are nat 100, unless otherwise noted(a 99 may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes the DC, OR two 1s are rolled
>Two 1s will OVERRIDE a 100, resulting in a catastrophic crit failure

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Actually who was Erza’s dad? I can’t remember Chaya merking any named red heads.

>looks at buff roshi

are you sure about that
Some muscle heads are looking for a beating then.
>And poor Chilli.
An army of crazy boom girls following him everywhere, and all of them barring the...."friend" Megumin has that is embarrassed for the lot of them, have duels everytime they catch up to date him. Freeza is a bro but even he can't really let him walk around large cities with an army of public menaces hounding him.
>She hasn’t
I know. Which is why I Said yet.
>Chaya hasn’t taken Erza from Dreadzone
Come on GD, its a hypothetical question, I know she hasn't gone to dadland.
More to the point, I am pretty sure she never got sent out to any planets with intelligent life. Or at least human/humanoid life.
New thread: >>3737179
I still want an omake which is just various spacechan groups talking about karn and co. and their various exploits over the years

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Suptg archive:

Previous thread:

You are Edgar Tristan Rood, child of an Executor who happens to be the overseer of the Holy Grail War that you're now a part of.

Three days ago, you became one of the seven Masters by summoning the Saber-class Servant thanks to a misunderstanding with the now-deceased Agrippa Brigante. Since then, you've officially entered the magic battle royale as a matter of principle, carried a very attractive girl named Charlotte through a hail of Archer's arrows, and begun building trust with your new neighbor Rider. At the moment, you're facing off against a member of the famous Einzbern family of magi and her Servant, Shielder.

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You do realize Ferdiad's skin is impenetrable, don't you? Cu killed him by sticking Gae Bolg inside him, and that means we need to do the same.
>>Leave before you get involved. It would be foolish to insert yourself between these two.
Oh, I never voted.
We need to stick our Gay Bulge inside him?
Yes. Now, if Saber could somehow get her sword inside him and use her NP...
New thread is up:

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Your name is Joey (short for something) Donuts.
You are Grel (half elf, half human}
You are a student wizard. You haven't picked your major and you're not licenced to use magic in areas owned by the Grand Ternion Unity.

You have 5 spells

Blast - Does 6d6+20 energy damage. -MP 20
Soar - Launches you up to 12 metres and up to 6 metres forward through the air. You land slowly and safely . -MP 10
Wrack - DO 10 damage to yourself to gain 12 MP -free
WIZARD HAAAANDS - Manipulate an object you can see but not reach. As strong as you are - MP 10
Douse - Extinguish any fire up to the size of a campfire - MP 5

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It's the little things that matter!

fwiw, I have made a handy reference wikia for this quest.

Choc full of information and misspellings.
Watch out lads, Burstock will steal our girl if we don't treat her right.
So, being a vitamagus, Burstock can heal herself indefinitely, and very painfully, by using Wrack to give her far more MP than she needs to heal the resulting damage .
To be fair, they have already held hands...
Jesus, are they closer to being in a relationship than we are?
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Nah. Highball just did that for the good of the business.

Same as holding hands for money. Given the cost of a vitamagus' services (now a month or two paid up) each minute of handholding saved you guys about 600 gold.

Truth be told , Highball -though embarrassed would have actually been okay if Joey had not also given away her room immediately afterwards and then tried to make it look like a smooth move.

You need more CHA for that sorta move.

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After leaving our cute toys in the island so they can enjoy their evening without us, we come back and hold our hand out to help Stella up into the closed coach...

(let me know when you guys are here)
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How about "Rubbing Stella's tummy, letting the Marquis think we fell into his trap, when his thief fell into ours"
I dont think the archives can save a title that long. It'd be nice if it could, though
We need to start cataloguing Monsters that can be civilized and ones that can't, and ones that start out as animals but can gain human-level intellect and self-awareness through Evolutions, and the requirements of those Evolutions.

We need to do this as well as catching Monsters for our siblings, before we civilize them all.
New thread here

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The shadows will eventually lift.
This war will eventually be over.
The sun will have to shine down on us all, peaceful, at long last.


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>every Resonance Specialist learns 2 new forms. Magnify and Disjunct.

You shoot a lot of rocks. Just, a lot of rocks. The severely depleted munitions stocks deplete further as people work off steam and frustration failing to achieve your near-impossible task.

Trencher Eriolas spends this time testing a specialist bullet design. None of them manage to do much about scoring a near impossible hit.

Fireteam Ochre Platypus bring their own guns, faintly shimmering in the light, to the competition and their bullets start going through the rocks. That makes it patently harder to find which one was the original hole.

Hours later, the cavern reeks of powder, sweat and metallic fragmentation. Axolotl appears to be winning by default. It has become quite challenging to determine which rock belongs to which team as most of them are in various states of destruction.

Well. Maybe a draw is, given the circumstances, pretty acceptable.
Please provide a manual, I dont think I understand this kind of stuff ;_;
>was everyone elses actions used? Or only mine?
Also how does magnify or reduce work???

It says, Doctor. You magnify a source to increase its power or Disjunct it to reduce the power. It's a channelling roll. You increase or reduce a source of energy by your Threshold and the margin on your roll.

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The year is 1943 EC. While the continent of Europa has enjoyed a relative peace after the Second Europan War, a similar hellscape coated and ravaged the nations of the Far East.

You are Subaru Kurokawa, son of Vice-Admiral Kagetora Kurokawa of the Zipang Combined Fleet, and the battle chief of the super battleship Yamato. With your country under the subjugation of an ascendent Tengar Khaganate, the remnants of Zipang’s military establishment, along with powerful allies from the East Europan Imperial Alliance, came up with a daring plan to restore your country’s independence: Operation Ten-Go.

Despite some rough run-ins with the Khaganate’s Beiyang Fleet, your crew was successful at hijacking the Valkyrur-powered Yamato, seizing not only the battleship, but also several fighter prototypes, and unexpectedly, a princess in tow. Now, after a short skirmish with the Nanyang Fleet in your trek south, Yamato has finally reached her first destination: Formosa.

It was also here where you were given your first shore leave. Then, singling you out during dinner, the acting Captain of the Yamato, Nagamasa Suwabe, revealed a great secret about Zipang’s national treasure and his intention to use said treasure to rebuild a new ‘Zipang’ somewhere else. At the same time, he also issued a grave warning about foreign actors who had their eyes primed for said treasure.

As the preparations in Formosa continued, it appears that the Khagnate has begun making their moves as well, starting off with a direct attack upon Amekou, Formosa’s northernmost port. You emerged unscathed and proceeded to investigate a downed enemy bomber, and after a brief skirmish, managed to capture one of its surviving crew members. Then, with the help of your friends, you managed to extract precise battleplans of the Nanyang Fleet.

Nothing is all good and well, however, as the quick-footed Beiyang Fleet launched a surprise attack on Amekou right as the Yamato was about to set sail. Unfortunately, this ended up with your sister, Tewi, taken hostage by the enemy, then subsequently perishing within the chaos.

Thankfully, your crewmen were there for you during these hard times. Though the grief still lingered, you found yourself in a better mindset to carry out your duties. This “duty” however, was a much different challenge, to say the least.

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>Attack, even if it’s not firing torpedoes at us, we cannot let Beiyang know our whereabouts
>Full speed ahead, our mission is to rendezvous with the Gallians, not chasing down submarines
>Stay silent.
>Full speed ahead in the current direction, then turn towards the meeting point once the sub is over the horizon.
You don't need a Valkyrie Drive to outrun a submerged sub
>Full speed ahead, our mission is to rendezvous with the Gallians, not chasing down submarines
>Full speed ahead, our mission is to rendezvous with the Gallians, not chasing down submarines
Aiteng probably already knows where we are.
>Full speed ahead, our mission is to rendezvous with the Gallians, not chasing down submarines

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