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You are Uzumaki Naori, and at the moment you are deep within a ruin left behind by the Ōtsutsuki clan, the descendants of Kaguya-hime and her immediate progeny. The ruins are filled with traps, many of which appear to still be armed, and autonomous puppets that appear to be powered by batteries. These you reason must be charged somewhere within the ruins themselves, in order for the machines to still be running after this many centuries.

“So yeah, I have a hunch,” you muse, taking a seat and placing one fingertip against the floor. “Keep your eyes open, will you?”

“Naturally,” Ryūzetsu agrees.

Fū nods emphatically. “Oh yeah, not trusting any of this for a minute.”

Using sage mode to enhance your senses, you search out the feeling you expected and find that your hunch was correct – the only way to ensure that a re-charging station would always have power would be to make it function off natural energy, gathering it passively and converting it into a form that could be used by the puppets. In this case, you think it’s being used to generate electricity, that can be stored inside a battery of some kind.

“I was right,” you declare, rising abruptly to your feet. “Natural energy is flowing down towards the center of this ruin, slowly but surely.”

“So that’s how these things work?” Fū muses, kicking the downed puppet with her toe. “Whatcha wanna do with this guy?”

“It could be useful,” Ryūzetsu suggests. “Shall I?”

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You shake your head. “No. Kaguya’s kind are different from us, and they can all use natural energy, but they’re not gods or demons. I may be one of two human sages, and it gives me monstrous raw power, but it doesn’t make me inhuman.”

“It just means we engage with the world in a different way, and that we have a different perspective.”

“What else is a ‘god’ though, but power and perspective?” the chūnin asks you.

“Yeah no, how should I know?” you sigh dramatically. “Look, I’m not a god or a demon and while I won’t say those things don’t exist I’ve never met one.”

One of the others, the wife whose husband told her he recognized you, speaks her mind. “How about we meet in the middle and say you’re a living saint?”

“I heard the monks were talking about that already,” her husband agrees – disturbingly enough, that seems to be an agreement among many of the cultists.

“Yeah no, I don’t answer prayers except by accident,” you admit, “and Kaguya won’t be answering anything anymore. And if you’re going to start venerating me I can’t stop you. But I do have some rules – be disciplined in your personal lives, be judicious in the use of force to solve your problems, and be supportive of your community even when they don’t share your beliefs.”

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>Since your plan before I showed up is unacceptable, refusing to change means we have a problem.
>>Since your plan before I showed up is unacceptable, refusing to change means we have a problem.
>Since your plan before I showed up is unacceptable, refusing to change means we have a problem.
>>Since your plan before I showed up is unacceptable, refusing to change means we have a problem.

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Four years have passed since what is now called “the Sunwell Crisis” - a time when the infamous Sunhawks, led by prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, attempted to summon the demonic Burning Legion into this world. In a desperate struggle the mad tyrant and his slavish loyalists were defeated - and a new age has begun for the elvenkind, one of recovery and prosperity.

But you are ‘Lynestra Dawnstrider’, the last Sunhawk. And currently - the errand girl to the robber baron of Strahnbrad and the Shadow Council's bitch. Having to juggle your allegiances to the dark wizards and Alterac's brigands was always going to be a challenge in itself - but the worst is yet to come, as the list of the Syndicate's enemies is ever growing. Having just survived a close encounter with a new menace: Stromgarde's undead allies, you are in desperate need of recovery and rest.
Who knows, if you're getting either?

>Google document, constantly updated

>Twitter, because you have to have one these days

>Previously, on the Last Sunhawk

Hopefully, you've spent this break doing productive things, like playing story campaigns of Warcraft III. We're back.
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Question QM, is there some way for us to mix our teleportation circles and eye of killrog to be able to teleport a eye of killrog into his chambers if we were to briefly have access to his room? Or can an Eye of Killrog simply bypass walls and doors altogether on its own?

I ask because I'm wondering if it would be possible to set things up so that we could have a "camera" into his room, to catch him in the act of doing something suspicious.

I'm also just considering if that is a viable alternative to breaking into his room and looking through the grimiore. I'm just a bit concerned about the time, if we break in and just stand in there reading it, that could take time and he could come back, which would be trouble. So would taking it and then reading it elsewhere, with the rather obvious complication of us having obviously stolen it.

Though if such a thing isn't possible I'll vote to stay the course.

>[Twilight] Of course not. We're picking the lock.

>I'm far less certain now. It's someone else.

I was never certain it was Mercer at all, I just thought of the possible culprits that we actually know anything about he'd be the most likely one.
I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. The teleportation circle is incredibly unsubtle, and the Eye of Kilrogg can't pass through solid matter or through anything smaller than its dimensions. Otherwise it would be a perfect spying tool.
>Nothing can be gained out of acting rashly. I'll tend to another part of this investigation.
>I'm far less certain now. It's someone else.
>[Twilight] Of course not. We're picking the lock.
>I'm far less certain now. It's someone else.

Lord, hopefully we don't embarrass ourselves after acting all cool, though it would certainly be in character.
>Twilight] Of course not. We're picking the lock.
If we’re going to do this then at least use a fate point

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Please find the prologue here, if you're interested in participating in the quest.


Good work has been hard to find since the boss went up and died a few weeks ago. Most of the gang wasn’t ready for it, and the complete lack of a leader caused all of you to head off to start a new mercenary crew, duke it out to be top dog, or find pedestrian work.

Not you. You’re not going to be like those other Elin that end up as a baker’s assistant or a florist. Well, you don’t know exactly what other Elins do for work, but you know that those weak-willed twerps would be eaten alive by the real world.

Your stomach growls in protest.

Speaking of eating, got to make some coin to get some food in you. Luckily, an offer for mercenary work has come by via a letter this morning, signed by one of your kind named Elewyn.

A meeting to take place in the “pegasus hutch” at one of the old towers on the eastern side of the city. You don’t know what the hell either of those things are, but it’s up high.

You start the long climb up the stairs.

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Also! Transparent guard tokens mean they are inside that structure. Transparent red guard tokens means they are dead inside that structure.
It could get a bit expensive, but can we just jetpack around the front of the ships, bringing Ruby in so that Philia and Ruby can ambush the guard on the southern ship?

Otherwise, we can nab a tarp from the ship and blow it towards the torch on the docks. Loud distraction.

Using Gale in that way is feasible, but for two of you it would require a significant amount of air pressure for take off and landing meaning noise associated with that action.
Killing that guy is sure to trigger the alert next turn. We've killed enough for now. If I'm correct, we just need to hop onto the dock, then we can climb the side of the ship. This makes the talking guards a bit less of a problem.
The only plan I can think off righ now is to have Phillia shoot arrows at the last ship's hull to cause noise that would draw him to the back of the ship. With any luck, he won't see the arrows sticking out. If he's here when we come out, we can still snipe him, or distract him with Gales.
Morning everyone, starting off a semi cold morning with a nice cup of coffee. I hope that your Saturdays are going well for all of you.

From your posts I think the current plan is to use Gale with tarps and arrows as a means of distraction to allow access to the middle ship. I leave this open for a couple more hours for potential votes or questions.

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You are Ushi Walker, the half-Japanese/half-American wielder of the mighty quirk “Everything is Bigger in Texas", one of U.A. High's top first-year students, excited camper-to-be, and right now a very anxious waiter!

Not in the underpaid apron-wearing way, but in the "I agreed to meet up at the mall with my friend and she's late" kind of way. You look on as your friends and classmates go have fun shopping and get ready for the upcoming training camp while you just stand on the first floor of the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall, waiting for your fellow American Pony to arrive.

Your prior excitement to hang out with everyone together, only to watch them all leave you behind makes the couple of minutes that have passed feel like months.

Well, not everyone. With Deku left awkwardly standing a few feet away following Uraraka's strange outburst and escape, you have some company while you loiter.

>"Bug… Am I the bug!? Was she talking about me?" Your fellow freckled student continues to whine, his head snapping back and forth to stare at where Uraraka vanished into the crowd. You briefly worry about his neck.

Having nothing better to do, you approach the short boy, intent on at least trying to do some good while you stick around.

"Nah." You remark, walking up to him from the side and throwing an arm over his shoulders, giving him a bit of a slap on the arm. "Don't you go comparin' yourself to a bug!"

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>[Just rest and hang out with Pony. You didn't bring her here just to ignore her after all. The consequences of today's events will find you regardless, so why go out of your way to check it all out? "Ah don't have a cable package, but Ah have a couple futons, fast internet and a laptop. Wanna build a pillow fort and watch some stuff 'till we pass out?"]


At least not modern Angus. Future Angus, though? If you have a good idea, then that'll be fine.
Lets not lewd the kid that came from a very dystopian nightmarish place, where all his life views have been horribly distorted. He needs a lot of time to adjust to his new reality. Head pats and hugs only.
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Are you perhaps a skeleton?

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You are Noel Tiberius, queen by birthright of the realm of Hazaran and daughter of the abyssal one Sabela. You are an experiment created by the Organization which turns orphaned and bartered girls into silver-eyed monster slayers, by all accounts half-monster themselves, with the intention of creating a more perfect tool.

In your case however the ‘tool’ has not only gone out of control, but effectively organized a rebellion that succeeded in driving the tool-makers away.

But each of you has a theoretical point of failure – one which is intrinsically linked to your ability to use the power called ‘yōki’. Overuse it, allow it to transform your bodies too far, and you won’t be able to come back. If that happens, you become something no better than the monsters, the yōma, you were created to fight.

Or at least that’s what they always told you.

Your enemies at the moment – a group of awakened beings under the command of a monster called Ella – are several of these tragic cases. But your ally in facing them, your close friend Serana, is like you and several others in your close confidence who have passed their ‘limits’ and come back somehow. Your mother and her fellow Abyssal One Salem have also retained enough of their humanity despite having become completely monstrous in their forms to assist you and your fellow renegade warriors, which they’re doing now as they face Ella together across the courtyard.

But your fight is right in front of you, with the other awakened beings that are currently on their collective back foot, being pushed back by the sheer ferocity you and Serana are showing them. You signal to Serana, a short little wave of your hand that tells her that you’d like her to back off ever so slightly for a few moments, and she obliges you.

“Damn them!” one of the awakened being shouts a few moments later as the Organization’s private army starts to fire on them from the flank. “We fell back too far!”

Some of them are fast enough and aware enough to avoid much of the incoming fire, and some of them have heavy enough armor covering their flesh that the smaller bullets bounce off harmlessly. But they’ve already seen what the heavier cannons can do to them if they’re unlucky, from when you put a round through one of their heads, and so three of them break off and charge the armored gun-carriers.

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“You’re here,” you declare, “because several of us decided together that we’d suffered enough, that we’d lost enough friends, that we’d had it with the Organization’s constant abuse. We defected, and two or three at a time others flocked to our proverbial banner until we were numerous enough that the Organization couldn’t take us in a fair fight. I also used my political ties in Hazaran to integrate us within the nation, using it as safe harbor.”

You place your finger squarely in the young man’s chest. “What you and your little army are trying to attack is the hope your Organization tried to stamp out of us, what you want to destroy is everything we’ve struggled for. So of course we’re going to make it a fresh hell for you – we won’t give up easily.”

“And you say this has been going on for a long time?” he asks you.

“More than a century, probably more than two.”
>3d10 best of four
Rolled 3, 5, 3 = 11 (3d10)

Rolled 9, 8, 3 = 20 (3d10)

Rolled 10, 2, 10 = 22 (3d10)

Rolled 6, 9, 10 = 25 (3d10)


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A new thread for Vegeta Quest. We are departing for space!


== Continuation of Chapter 5: COMRADES IN NEED ==
And so the time came. After almost a year of recovery and preparations, you and your warriors can finally depart Earth.

You’ve grown stronger. You’ve set goals for yourself beyond sucking up to Frieza. You’ve learned the potential power your people can achieve through fighting to the very end and… Perhaps even because they fight for others.
As you walk to the bridge of the ship, you see your crew,

Always close to you and with an eye on the rest are Nappa and Raditz. Nappa is still the stubborn Saiyan you’ve known all your life, but even he has mellowed out to life on Earth and learned to appreciate their techniques, if nothing else. Raditz has changed, life on Earth, meeting his brother and his child and them saving your lives, even untrustworthy as you were, made him view life differently now, but you know he is your warrior and remains loyal to the cause to the bitter end.

In a corner, cross-armed and not too willing to stick around with the rest for too long, is the Namekian from Earth. The so-called “Demon King” Piccolo, a demon king that caroused with deer and rabbits. Dour and wily, you’ve graciously taken him in as per his request, so that he may one day see his homeworld of Namek, in exchange, he will fight for you and grow stronger.

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Welcome to Vegeta Quest. I hope you don’t have a terminal illness, because we’re all going to be here for a while.
Rolled 219 (1d365)

Rolling for days until next thread.
only 212 days left

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You’re riding your horse through a mountain pass. Beneath your horse’s hooves crunches a light powdering of snow. Scraggly conifers and small boulders dot the well-traveled trail. (When you think about it, isn’t a small boulder just a large rock?)

Your destination: the racetrack on the other side of these mountains. You have reason to suspect that something fishy is going on between this horse racing business and the local impound lot, out of which you helped your horse Loretta escape. You intend to find out who and/or what is up to no good, as well as if any no good is being upped to in the first place.

Thread 1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4933229/
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What are you talking about anon? I only joined the quest near the end of last thread.
t. phonefag
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Couldn't make time for an update, unfortunately. It doesn't seem like I'll be able to update for at least a few more days, either.


You use your key powers to open the employee's mind. He becomes less homophobic.

You shoot a cocaine laser from your eyes, vaporizing the employee's head instantly.

You follow the arrows for at least 15 minutes before you reach some kind of ramshackle village assembled from cheap particleboard and plastic chairs. Blocking your path is a guard dressed in tattered clothing.
Unlock his loincloth and move on
Ask the sheep if she remembers this SCP's lore

Honestly, this sidequest does not feel even close to a downgrade despite being less effort.
I will actually miss it if it just cuts off abruptly.
>''Ahoy there tribalist, allow me to pass trough or I'll make you less homophobic.''
I bet when Halloween hits we have to fight like a super spooky boss
Thanks for doing these short updates, OP, even if you can't manage the long ones. It means a lot to know that you're still around (and this is fun).

Would you consider maybe cutting down the scale of the main quest, after we're done with this subplot, to let you update it more easily?

Also remember the plot of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vcq1lLCgk7E and keep an eye out for anyone named Connor.

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

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

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

In a complete 180 over your relatively relaxing month prior, yesterday was perhaps the most eventful day of your small life so far. You went to the Homecoming dance with your maybe girlfriend, Rebecca George, which was great, because you got to dance and hold her and eat meh-tier catering food. Ken was there, which was a lovely surprise! Probably to watch you, haha, right?

Surprise! You and Rebecca are being held hostage by a Dragon you semi-advertently caused to get ripped in half a month ago and who now has a serious grudge against you. A pretty brutal battle ensued, starting with you literally blowing up your arm by turning your sweat into a sodium flare and ending with you turning a light pole into a wrought iron fence inside of the Dragon, Jabberwocky, who, did your internal monologue forget to mention, was a god-damn Three star? Great. Love that.

You did a little debrief with Ken afterwords, who ensured that FOODS was handling the cleanup, with the ever-useful cover story of a gas main explosion. Ken revealed that there is no way you should've been doing as much alchemy as you were doing, you laughed it off, she called you an idiot (in a complimentary way), you laughed that off too, and then you passed out.

When you woke up, you were back home, with a worried Your Mom fretting over you, along with Rebecca, who both told you that Ken drove you and Rebecca home. While Mom bought the cover story hook, line, and sinker, Rebecca saw you explode, like, feet away from her, and was not convinced - you had to finally open up about some of the details of the situation you're in to her, to which she immediately compared you to Spiderman, of which you were only passingly familiar.

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Thanks for running!
So I'm thinking either Noah was accidentally caught up in an experiment or the dad had some modified blood/DNA in his system that made its way into Noah at conception.

This resulted in an excessive amount of Pneuma, which the dad regulated by sticking an Egregore of himself in there to manage it(probably with music themes).

Then the dad had to leave due to this being 3 steps down the illegal alchemy route. Does being a dragon increase your lifespan? He might be hunting down granpappy.
Danke, see you soon.
Sorry sorry for the delay, personal tumult and the QM's curse. New thread soon!
New thread

Old thread on suptg

Thanks for reading!

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Everyone wants to PLAY some Exalted, but it takes forever to set up.

So take this thread to discuss, at length, what sort of character you want a quest about, and when you're done, I'll run at least one thread about them.

Ready? Go nuts.
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Thanks QM :)

And now that I've read a little... I'm still going to push for a Sidereal Exalted Alchemist. An Skirmisher that uses his knowledge in science and tries to push fights to his advantage, like using gas bombs so that archers have a bad time shooting at him, or throwing some substance that make an allergic reaction in the skin so that soldiers have a difficult time until they wash it off. Or even make some potions to gain strenght or speed so he can defeat harder enemies.

I imagine him with some vials, a backpack where he have the ingredients and equipment for making those kinds of things, armed with a crossbow and knifes. What do you think? Even thanks to the 1d4chan article that QM posted we can make it a Getimian exalted even if there's not so much information of them, but I guess it will be nice and have some flexibility. Plush, it says there some kind of internal Alchemy, and I think that's cool
Can we a Lolibaba Lunar Exalt? Perhaps a Heroic Mortal who got de-aged upon awakening an exaltation?
if you feel like running a civ quest there's also the option of playing a god trying to expand their kingdom, their own personal influence over it, acquire a loyal db gen, dig up ancient artifacts, manage cults and priests. Hell one of the few good things in 3e is the inclusion of the dreaming sea, an area noted with more first age labs and fey holds than normal. I'd love to see a quest there.
lunars are great, raksi is best girl.
This isn't really how alchemy typically works in Exalted, and Getimian internal alchemy doesn't mostly involve potions and whatnot to my knowledge but if people want it I'll do it.

I watched Ip Man 2 and this vibes with me.

Noted! Also Age of Empires is best strat game.
So, are you inspire QM?
Else, I can try to write a backstory for the martial artist

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You are an Orbiter, one of the many agents sent by the Galactic Authority to enforce their hold on the planets in the western fringes of the galaxy.
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You heard another roaring of engines approaching the farm. Farmer John’s face darkened as he realized who the person coming was. It was a man clad in black. He parked his speeder besides the thug’s. He got off his vehicle and walked towards you, all the while looking at the dead bodies laid on the ground.

“Quite a handiwork you got here.” The man said.

“You Goddamn good for nothing Sheriff!” Farmer John erupted. “I sent the request for help six times, where the hell were you! If it wasn’t for this fellow right here I would’ve been dead meat by those thugs!”

The Sheriff turned to look at you. “Wait, aren’t you an Orbiter? They’ve come this far already?”

“Answer my question damn it!” Farmer John roared.

“I was, occupied, with other tasks.” The Sheriff replied calmly, he doesn’t sound a bit agitated. It’s like he’s already used to getting berated like this. “I can’t be everywhere at once.”

“Bullshit.” Farmer John shot back. “I bet you’re getting deep in the bottle again.”

The Sheriff didn’t respond respond. Instead, he looked down, looking guilty.

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-Use one of the thugs’ speeders (Intelligence 6/5)
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You hopped on one of the thug’s speeders and switched its engines on. The makeshift nature of this vehicle made the controls clunky but you’ll manage somehow. You then followed the Sheriff as he made his way back to town. You took a glimpse back at the farm and saw Farmer John dragging the corpses at a nearby fire pit.
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See you tomorrow

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You are Nakashiri Koharu, a regular shinigami at first glance, but a double agent for two quite unnerving souls. That’s how you ended up in Hueco Mundo, with the tasks of creating more arrancars for Captain Aizen, and finding Shinji for Urahara, both former captains of the Gotei 13.

Going unconscious seems to be becoming a habit for you, as you wake up in a crude, lab-like room, with Lahela by your side. Her worried but now relieved expression has become quite familiar to you.

“Again?” you groan.


“Ugh. Wait, why do I feel sti-”

You lift your head just enough to see yourself covered in weird goo.


“Calm your tits,” you hear the voice of a hollow come from nearby, as they waddle over with weird tendrils in place of limbs. “It’s medicine.”

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Rolled 7, 7, 9 + 2 = 25 (3d10 + 2)

Critting for boypussy
>one off
and we resume our usual program.

what about that one anon's omake? is he here? could we get a bonus +1 from that? because I feel this is a very important roll to crit on.
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>It's 1 off again
Jesus Christ.

You have that +1 stored for omakeanon's efforts, you could use it for this one
It should be up to omakeanon but if he has a dynamic IP there won't be a way to prove it's him. But if we're putting it to a popular vote then:
>Use it

captcha: WADDY
Yeah the only other vote I could see a +1 being critical would be during a life threatening fight, which having an ally would hopefully make a little less dangerous.
>Use it

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Spotlights sweep over canyon walls and treacherous ridges every once in a while fossilized wrecks and unclaimable juggernauts lay sprawled over its razor hard cliffs. North Fleet and South meet in the middle as planes shoot through the region having dropped munition after munition into a gun bristled fortress.

Always a nice suprise in Kolstec.


Baron Ghaston: Hmmm Kolstec many a time has mine brethren met their end on these rocks. Count on the locals to use the same tactics that had served them well in the past, bombings, demolitions, rockfalls...

The 7th Battle of Kolstec Begins once more.

RADM. Canute: Eyes forward gentlemen, your mission is simple, the capture of Kolstec means the capture of the 5 fingers region. Their forces are formidable but not impenetrable. Added that, there is the issue of the Goliath, which serves as its defensive spine. Destroy or capture that as well.

Another thing:
> As it is the start of the turn, the enemy on the defending side is "Alert" Meaning they will expend overwatch shots if you move within range of their guns.

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Rolled 1, 3, 2, 2 = 8 (4d6)

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=The Ironic Part=
Reassembled like a broken vase , the Kolstec Crew broke down the ship faster than the liquid fires below could claim it. Like a magic trick the entirety of the Gunghir was seemingly unmade from one spot and then rebuilt in another like a slow act of teleportation.

Fabricators sizzed in the air making it taste like metal tang and from the corner of our gunner officer's eye they spot the remains of the railgun on the platform. Running to it, we see it for what it is, it's shielding was molded on top of its prong like structure but now its been broken off and exposing it like extruded bone.

" There is no doubt about it, that red metal is Ironic Titanium, An Vosskon Industrial secret "

A handful of us looked to each other in silent agreement and before others could make sense of it we cordoned off the area and had the lead crewman of kolstec claim that air exposure was causing a ibonyte static to degrade the metal.


Afterwards the fires died down on their own claiming the fuel that needed to burn out in order for the station to remain safe. The rest bonded with water and electron boffers sweeped the air to clean it of impurities. The smell of ozone made the trading floor clinical and calm.

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>Level Up Organization

Name: Capt. Rick "Dragonbird" Wheeler, XO
Branch: [Aer Force]
Background Nation: Ragnyll CS (Organization)
Lieutenant: Wingman Clank Hugues (+1 to all rolls, +1*)

Organization: 4
Resolve: 1
>+1 Resolve
"See about recovering my ancestor so that he doesn't try and his hand at freedom come nightfall. Disengage the harpoons from that train and lets see about getting in shape for the next sortie. I do hope our superiors decide to speak with Hinzer more themselves, though I should just contact them myself with my reports on how the Terrible Child is operating."

Captain Vargheist von Skelter
Terrible Child [Cruiser Class: Octavius]
Vosskon Naval Transfer (+1 Fieldwork)
LT Baron Ghaston von Skelter
Fieldwork +2
Covert +2
Negotiations +2
*Resolve +1

FU:73/80 Mats:7/10 CP:1/3 AMM:2/+3
Thrust:20/28 KT:14?/16 Lift:6/12 Boost:2/4 EN:10

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>Note that these are only damaged AN Boosters, should be a cheap (or free?) repair.
Level up
>Negotiation 2 to 3
Captain Celia, Ship: The Humpback, Broker
+1 Organization +2 Industy
+3 Negotiation +2 Calculation

Welcome back Governor.

We will follow the footsteps of Jonathan Wells, the new governor of a colonial city named Arkuland, a unique city founded by the industrial giants of the North and the arcane goliath of the east in an untouched paradise. Will you able to satiate the endless hunger of the powers of the old world or perhaps forge a new path? The fate of Arkuland is in your hands.

It has been a few months since you took charge, you have found yourself entangled in various types of webs: A mystical one with the Wonderchild who was free to return to her people and an intriguing one with The Strays who aimed to kill both your economic advisor and your prime legislator, only to partially succeed in the matter.

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As always, bird pictures are appreciated
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I understand. Though I will say the long wait between threads probably killed a lot of interest, this quest was pretty popular initially.
Well, I guess that's it. Two full days and no magical third player. I am very sorry anons but I don't think I can continue Governor Quest with such low player numbers. I was fully invested in said quest and so did you so it hurts me to stop like that. I will archive the thread though, just in case. Again, I apologize.

true, that is what i get for trying to juggle three quest at the same time.
My sad, sad Trip.

I am pretty bummed out because I had so much planning and notes for each different paths. Not that any of this will matter any more.
I'm sad to hear that this quest is coming to a sad end, but I understand that you can't run it with one or two players. A shame, it was getting really interesting.

Perhaps it'd be best if you stuck with one or two quests running concurrently at most, and either have them be short quests or have one of them run through an 'arc' so as to maintain consistent interest before putting that one on hiatus if you want to start up a new one. It's too much of a buzzkill to run a quest for a single thread over a month and then not run it again the next, people can't go a month without the next thread when qst is the way it is with low voter participation and slow updates of 1 or 2 a day, but it's different if updates are more frequent or the quest went into hiatus at an appropriate lull after a satisfying arc that builds and maintains interest in a quest.

Anyways, I had fun, sorry all your planning and notes went to waste. Take care.
can't argue with that logic. I might start a fresh thread this week so check on /qtg/ for more updates.

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Inspired by two similar quests running this winter.

You were born in the fiercest fires of the mountain, forged plate by plate under the hammer of a mage smith -- one of the few that exist. When you were complete, you held no will of your own, made only to serve the king to whom you've been gifted. Decades passed as you did exactly that, accomplishing various requests, travelling the lands to defeat your lord's foes.

Everything changed with the pivotal mission which would become the last one for you. Sent to accompany a party of adventurers to defeat a dragon and seize the ancient being's riches, you faced its hellish breath, and should have met your end, melted under the extreme heat. However, this was only the beginning.

The magic that bound you wouldn't shatter so easily. Years passed, and slowly, but surely, your deformed, rusted body came together, with one difference. A mixture of draconic flame and weakened ancient sorcery gave birth to something unexpected: a soul. You were free now, not bound by ethereal chains to the whims of your master. New feelings you've never experienced before now invaded your mind. What to do about them is yet to be decided.

Standing up, you look around, and realise that one of the parties that came after yours succeeded, evident by the dragon's remains and missing treasure. You drag your battered form towards the exit of the cave you're in, and take in your surroundings. You're standing amid the snowy slope of the mountain where the dragon dwelt. To the north, there's a little village on the shores of the sea. To the west, a long road winding between the hills and forests. To the south, a castle at the foot of another mountain, seemingly abandoned, with a tower already collapsed. To the east, more mountains.
>Head towards the village. Perhaps there's a blacksmith who can fix you.
>Follow the road. It may lead you to some kind of town.
>Investigate the castle. Maybe there's something valuable there.
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I rolled backwards, it's actually 72.
Rolled 91 (1d100)

It is so close to making a new thread my nigga
We're gonna write new thread on the beast's assleather.
We can celebrate killing the monster with a new thread.

"Can't believe I'm a little more nervous to post here than on Twitter. Maybe it's good I got the experience of stepping out there out of the way.

I am Tetsuko Crow, Vtuber. A Reaper of some trade. I consider the people of this website a little bit more aligned with whom I may consider "My people". It is in that trust I am able to be a bit more open to you all.

My job is to stake a claim in your world. A level of disaster enough to allow my agency to harvest currently timeless souls. I was wondering if any of y'all would be willing to help."

The feeling like she is in the court of fate overwhelms her. Only in the decade-plus preparation of this moment is she able to maintain her composure. It's a plea to people who may or may not be listening, and people whom she doesn't even know if they are in front of her.

It's been like this for years now. Waiting. Biding. Lurking in shadow in precision planning. Once you are dead you only have your beliefs and what gives you purpose, no counter hanging over your head ticking down the end of some transient bullshit marketing ploy to sell 20,000 dollar caskets.

Lately some kinda prayer like that was always in her mind. She wonders, would she understand the signal she's been heard when it really comes in?
After work is the time to stand by the vending machine and have a smoke. Somnus brand Black Gold. A time to just sit and take in whatever comes her way.
Exploring how to pull all this off. That too is part of my quest. I am the type to repay gratitude 5 times over. Not 10. Lets not get hyperbolic here. Lets take a ride on a side no one has considered on the Multiverse. It's realistic erosion of the boundaries into reality.

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Ah, apologies, I stepped away for a moment.

Regarding discord, typically discords are looked down upon on /qst/ as they tend to break the voter base into cliques who discuss things privately on discord and form a voting bloc on quests. This makes people who are in alternate timezones or people who don't join the discord mad as it makes it so discussion is moved from the thread into a private setting and makes things less convenient for people who just want everything relevant to the quest to stay in the thread, it also makes things inconvenient for people catching up in the archives, as they are not privy to discussion not taking place in the thread.

Hence, quests that have discords tend to have the discord just be for non-quest related chat or for discussing writing and quest mechanics or roleplaying instead of being strictly related to that specific quest. Though this isn't always the case, some quests do still have discords where the quest itself is discussed.
A period of a few days is spent with the timescale connected. Perhaps a test of her own willpower to keep options open.

Truth be told, she forgets that it was connected at all. Life goes on. Plans are to be made. So many irons on the fire. Like so many.


And yet that's the same issue that starts to tug at her heart. She doesn't know what her next move is. So as 24 hours turns to 48 turns to 96, so too does her restlessness. And she has looked at the so far un-updated quantum sharepad.... But having absolutely no motivation to add to it, she just lets it add to the mountain of her anxieties.


But it's too much. The story of her past few days have been of a lot of closed doors. And so, curling into a wad of self-pity, she turns on her phone and aimlessly scrolls. It's a chance moment while switching apps that she remembers the Sharepad.

It's a good long while just staring at it. Second guessing everything she would want to say. From cringy pleas for help and more stoic questions about life and philosophy, it all swims in her head like sewage in an industrial paint shaker.

She can only hope her Parser is being fair with her feelings, but naw bitch, ur an open book. No one ever got anywhere without a grueling introductory process, and this just happens to be ours.

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"Perhaps some of you know this already. When an entire universe is destroyed, the souls need to go somewhere. Else they just exist in the void to be eaten by eldritch horrors. While in some universes this is just the natural way of things, in others this is an unparalleled tragedy. I come from one of those that this is the latter case.

The adversary we are chasing is one you all know and know well. Merely uttering its name will cause eyes to turn. And after that, the Mattermunchers will come to destroy our universe too. That is why people must forgive me for being vague.

In the most grievous of Laplace calculations, this adversary's unabated path of terror threatens the entire Multiverse as it is scoped within the context of your world. And I am not well versed in how to fight people like that there. I am very much a "slash my problems away" kind of gal

I have only one shot at doing this right. But we're clueless over here. We need ins, we need soldiers. We need people who will stand when the time comes. After this post, I will leave this thread to die if such is its fate. But should a chance to actually do something historic actually intrigue people, the door to my office is always open. Else this will just serve as my testimony, a callout of wasted potential, a precursor to the greatest story ever told, or more likely, somewhere in between in the myriad timelines I have splintered merely walking in here.

Thank you all for your time, and happy questing"

She presses enter and disconnects the timescale. With time between the two universes once again in flux, whenever the reply comes is when the reply comes. She sits up with new resolve.

Time to kick this motherfucking door in

The horror your words should induce are muffled by the medium through which you convey them, the nuances of your unique and interesting tale and its subsequent call to action stifled by the apparent fact that my dying could result in a permanent death with no happy afterlife isn't far from what I initially thought death entailed to begin with, the fact that my soul may be munched on for eternity also isn't far from the hell I imagined as just one of many alternate possibilities.

Still, I at least, will join you, it sounds interesting.

To answer your initial question. My greatest fear is being trapped, with no way forward in life and only negative outcomes to follow. Trapped by circumstances and my own psych whereas if I were well a way out would easily be available had I acted sooner. Sadly I am already living my worst fears out, so there is nothing to be done but follow this path to its conclusion and terrible outcome.
Tetsuko a cute. Would snuggle with her on the couch and give headpats while watching Lord of the Rings.

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