You sit across from the girl in front of you. This place is, frankly, nasty. It’s literally an underground cavern. There’s a shit hole in the far left, a worn sleeping bag to the right. Scattered amongst the dirt ground are pictures. Sooo many pictures. Many of her with some friends, other by herself, sporting a megawatt smile.All of them in clearly happier times. The blonde young adult sitting across from you doesn’t seem very happy right now.She’s shaking. Lightly, but she is. Her blonde hair was clearly more vibrant before all…this. Now it’s fading and you swear there’s a couple grey hairs in there. Her once clearly flashy and bright dress is faded, torn, ripped to the knees for better mobility and hasn’t been washed in who knows how long. The girl isn’t even drinking age yet and she looks four times that.Then again, being on the run from two planets’ worth of hate will do that to you. She takes the recorder you offered in a shaking hand, swallows. Begins to speak.“M-My name is Mippi Glittershine. Princess of- formerly of the-the great Glittershine Royal House. This is my last will and testament, a-as well as my…my confession. B-because I’m about to die here. Underground. Alone.” She glances at you, but you give no impression one way or another. Frowning in sorrow, she continues speaking. “My kingdom…is in ruins. My-my people are calling for my blood. I guess not mine anymore, but-” she shakes her head, tries to continue. “I- they’re alongside the outsiders that- that I brought in. That I wanted to share this wondrous land of Faenalia with. Even my oldest friend turned against me. She…left three days ago. Saying that she couldn’t help me anymore, not when I…” she pauses, clearly remembering something painful. You don’t blame her. It’s that same friend that’s how you even found her at all.She takes a deep breath, before squeaking out the rest.“I’m not a bad person! I…I just…I made a mistake.” Tears. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to do any of this! I just wanted to try to make up for-”“Mippi.” You speak once. She understands, and refocuses. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5989031Just go on the archives mateAlso the choice conflict seemed to preceed the larger gap between updates. As long as you don't go to anonkun, to avoid it, you're alright lol.
>>5989402>As long as you don't go to anonkun, to avoid it, you're alright lol.what is "going anonkun" ?
>>5989470There was a semi exodus where quests moved to another format to a site called anonkun. It's called fiction live now I think. Overrun with smut even compared to here. Effectively near impossible to do any interesting story there without players demanding it to go smut. They'll basically suck your ego off though
>>5988963Interesting. Does that imply that Mippi would have had cameos or something in future MGFH-related quests had she survived, or is there no intended canonicity to these little one-shots?
>>5989529No INTENDED canonicity, but it could've happened if I'd felt like it. I'm the sort of writer who writes knowing that I could change my mind and WANT something to be canon later so I leave the possibility open.
Surreal horror QuestGod has gone mad!Over estimating his own longevity he kept putting off the well-earned day of judgement, and for so long it was postponed that he outlived his divine capacity; decrepit, drunk, tired and loveless, God at last succumbed to dementia.And without sense the world was ruled: Babel came back from the grave with a new tower, and he build it in the middle of the first Irish city he found, and seeing the fresh weather of the island, the desert of Mohave went independent and settled home in the new metropolis. The lunacies of God brought an erratic chaos to everything, and yet the transition of reality was so smooth that no one seemed to notice. Humans in particular didn't seem to manifest suffer from the madness just yet, it seems they forgot long ago what was God like.You are a person living in the Irish desert of Mohave, the red metropolis. Perhaps you were slightly less imbecile, or perhaps God forgot how to be senile when reviewing your file, for one reason or another you are aware that reality has shifted, its just you cant recall how.You remember the tower of babel, God raping Gabriel, you recall everything, and yet know reality changed. No one seems to notice that things go from bad to worse, no one seems to care the world has gone mad. Being the only sane one, you become the interest of a lonely and drunken God, wanting someone to see him.Rules:In this quest you will have to survive to the lunacies of the mad God in a city surrounded by desert. Some things may want to kill you or do other nefarious acts, the city has some considerable and growing crime rates. Most dangerous things will follow the ancestral rules established by God back when he was sane (a certain biology, law's of physics, etc.)You can perform any technically possible action, roll 1-100 for success probability. There is no HP, numbers cant measure how raped you are; the unreliable descriptions of your current state will be your only estimate of health. Injuries behave realisticly, but nothing is certain in the city of the mad God.Lastly, you need to make a character to play, try to not define it too well or you will go mad (!). You also need a goal or a mission, this can range from saving your loyal corgi dog Feefee, murder god, retrieve your spouse from the hands of some handsome religious man, make a fortune by taking advantage of the crazy people, go crazy and become the kind of the city jungle desert or any custom. It can be as mad as you want and can be changed at any time, however please state so when you do.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5970706(Pic related, the monks. Except they must be serious and dead of anger.)>>5968425thank you, sancho
>>5970260The dog whines!The screams, the waves of sound, the confusion, the darkness! he doesnt have enough heads to know where to look at, he thinks he is biting flesh, but what dried and tasteless flesh is the scabbard..He backs away from you, rotten and confused; he tries to desperately chew into the scabbard thinking its a piece of you stuck in his mouth. Then he sees the blade, and the life crosses his memories; he remembered the last Asian restaurant he ate at, he remembered his brothers, he remembered his mother who ate two of them, he recalled the chow mein's taste, it reminded him of his mothers breath.. the memory of the butchers blade hitting the back of his older brother perpetuated in the mind, he imagined the feeling on his own, fleshy, sedentary back of settled man.>You have revived a trauma within Dog man! (this may go very well or very bad)
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>5970706Huh... these guys seem pretty normal. It really must've been the moonlight through the hole in the ceiling that fucked him up, this brother Avaad feller>This would probably be a good time to zip up my zip>Alright lads, let's talk this out like reasonable men- I'm just a regular joe, just came by St. Gallus here to find some answers as to what in the blimey fuck's happening out there in this loony world. Yer brother Avaad feller here started freaking out, turned into some wrinkly fuck mummy when he stepped into the light, then suddenly fell over, and that's about all I know. You fellers got any explanations for what's goin on?(no worries brother Gaucho, overcoming what ails you is a task of utmost importance)
Be sure to archive this!
>>5973500Agreed, someone get this onto Suptg ASAP (I am a phoneposting young boomer, otherwise I would)
It's the beginning of a new world, and you are the first being to appear. What now?
>>5974215he's not coming back, anon
>>5974221
I'm just happy that we immediately gave our wife massive tits honestly.
>>5990023All that's left is braiding her hair into a crown
>>5968093That if the serpent becomes the horizon or the moon always running from the sun or it becomes the concept of death as it's well the one who committed the first murder in all of reality
“…like any Institution, We of the Infernal Houses require a system of barter and trade among individuals. Thus, the grand economy of Hell is built upon four principal interests: Ichor, Hellfire, Darkness and Souls.…Are you listening, maggot? Do you yearn to be paste beneath my feet?! Go! Go out into the mortal world and fetch me some Souls!”Thus chastised you wriggle your way out to a Great Dimensional Orrery of the Prime Spheres, queue in line with other devils, and become unceremoniously spat out into the mortal realm. At least it’s not Hell?
>>5966579>Let the fight occur and jump in on the side of the cardsharpHe is more valuable to us
>>5967871i can support this
>>5966579>>Let the fight occur and jump in on the side of the cardsharp
Don't tell me this is dead already
>>5970840possibly?
In the vast lush forests of Kikan a giant spider demon queen has woken up! She ascended into heaven and started weaving a web of darkness concealing the world from the light of the sun. The nights are long, and the days are cold. Evil creatures get out of their lurking spaces and roam the world under this blanket of darkness. Now and then the spider demon queen itself can be seen walking around its web that spams the sky to ensnare some celestial creature that got caught in it while it tried to descend into the mortal realm to help the people.Who are you in this crazy world?Choose race and location.
>>5964045>>5964064>>5964069You send scouts out to look for resources and try to find Makrura's lair or tomb! Roll 1d100 to find resources! DC 50Roll 1d100 to find Makrura's whereabouts! If higher than 60 finds a tomb, if higher than 80 finds a lair.You build a igloo sauna with the Draguhearts for the old lizards!You see the giant demon spider in the sky! It lets something fall like a fireball towards the north, before disappearing away in the horizon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5965367>write inStudy Dragus for magical propertiesBuild breeding pens to reduce infant mortality>Scout north what was he shooting at?
>>5965367>explore
>>59653671st for resources2nd for makrura> Exporescout the direction the fireball fell> Write inBuild breeding pens to reduce infant mortality
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>5933504>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventureQuestionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/6s4Xazmv>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995131Thanks!>>5995135Eh, well I’m not actually running the Kaiju quest, so I feel like it would be a faux-pas to run an ad like this without the blessing of the actual QM. As for the actual effects of the ad, hard to say. I’ve had an unpredictable experience with “single quest” ads. Some of them seemed to draw in at least a few new powers, but at least one I did had literally no discernible impact.
>>5995129Fuck, that's badass. Would be a nice hypothetical advertisement, especially with a header icon with the name for a quest on it. It'd be a little odd to purchase the ad spot for WoT at the moment, though, unless someone picked up the system and had open slots for a recurring series. Otherwise it'd bring people to a thread where there's a limited number of signups, or already closed signups. >>5995135>>5995145I do think ads like these would be very useful for board activity if there were multiple coordinated QMs running multiplayer ones at the same time. That way new clickers could be redirected to ones with player slots, and they don't just get lost on the catalog like someone brought up earlier. I've found that 'customise your mascot/god/creature/nation' is a pretty attractive concept for someone, and I myself adore ones where you draw your OCs out. https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2020/4409833/https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5225669/https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/4925190/>>5993913>>5958737
>>5995164Maybe something more like this for a putative "Kaiju Month"?
>>5995235Derp, forgot the .gif
>>5995236Sigh, and here's the same ad with correct sizing.
Warhammer 40K Quest where you play as the "The Greatest Swordsman of All Time"! Except you're not. You're a weeb and not much of a swordsman - you're cheating with your psyker powers to pull off anime bullshit sword moves you've learnt off Imperial propaganda. Unique Combat Mechanics. Claw your way up from the bottom for power, riches and fat titty bitches.---
>>5965509Derp, for some reason, I understood that he wanted to know what we were doing before the fight.Well, you get the idea.
>>5965478You know, it would probably suck grox-dick to actually fuck a null. Like to the level of "You can't pay me to do it.". The constant soul-battering agony of it is an instant mood-killer. Unless they were an extremely low level kind.
>>5965534Hey now, some people are into soul-battering agony! In any case, I'd bet if you did it enough it'd stop hurting. As much.
I don't think I can continue this right now, sorry
>>5966101We'll be waiting for you, OP.
Previous Thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5916511/============================Recap: You finally arrived at Paracelsus' family, after dealing with an assassin, and it turns out Paracelsus' daddy issues mixed with dragon issues is causing her to have a bit of a breakdown. You're trying to help her through it.============================“Paracelsus… We can’t just leave. Your father’s a brash man, clearly quite pig-headed, but he’s still your father, and you’re still his daughter. I know you didn’t see it, but seeing you like this affected him. More than even he expected, if I had to guess.”Paracelsus hisses in response, her fingers digging into your flesh as she does so.“Like I should care! It’s been YEARS, and all he wants to know is how I might "help the family"!? AGAIN!? Have you SEEN this thrice-damned country!? Rosaria may be owned by a megalomaniac, but this place is worse in every single way! Oileana is a cesspit and people like my father are the reason for it! This backwards MUD PIT can burn for all I care! At this point!? I’d HAPPILY be the match!”Adding deed to word, she shoots flames out of her nose, growling as she does it. You hug her tighter.“You don’t mean that. I know you, Sa- Paracelsus. You didn’t become a doctor on a whim.”She remains silent… and pushes you away, out of the hug. She’s still crying, though she looks angry, first and foremost. “And what’s your point!? That because I'm a doctor, I should give him another chance? How does that even make sense!?”"Not him, but the country. Giving your father another chance is just for your benefit. Look at yourself... This is clearly eating at you, and I suspect it's been eating at you for a while."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5989839Supporting.
"In truth I had come to find Sarah, but I am happy to meet you as well, and I will say this I won't claim to know you, but Sarah thinks highly of you and that is enough for me, along with your words leads me to believe that you are a good man, and in this land I have found very few that I could or would say that about. And in these times, one good man can make all the difference. If you should ever decide you wish it, our group isn't shy about taking on new members."The man stares at you, confused."What words did you hear? I said I wouldn't slaughter my kin to be a baron. That's so... What world are you from that this is something to be admired? It's a baseline, I'd hope.""Paracelsus clearly thinks much of you. That helps a lot." You say, smiling.The man stares a bit longer... and shakes his head."You're insane. You take on any stragglers, and you think a man like me is to be trusted. I kill people for honor and glory, Reynauld. I even enjoy the fight, but that doesn't mean I'm not a soldier. I'm a tool, built to kill, just like everything else in these noble houses!"He stops himself... and clenches his fists."I'm a coward, as well. Because I'm doing it with a damned smile, and my greatest wish is that I got to be part of that system for free, and..."He stops. Then he closes his eyes."I think it's best if you leave. As soon as possible. It seems you're making me act the fool. Some people need a status quo, I suppose, I apologize."He begins to walk past you, but Paracelsus stops him, placing a clawed hand on his shoulder."You've dragged yourself up from the muck. You can see what this world is like. Thaddeus... Surely you understand why I didn't want this?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5994528>Your mother seems... important.
>>5994528The brother strikes me as a man afraid to allow himself to hope again. as for the mom, I honestly don't know based on everything we have heard about her so far it sounds like going to her would be a mistake. >We should maybe follow your brother.
Welcome anons, one and all, to the long-overdue /qst/ waifu and husbando tournament(s)... or, as I'm going to call them, The KING & QUEEN OF /QST/! In this and upcoming threads, we're going to decide which character is the best boy and greatest girl in all of our weird little art commune.>Who died and put you in charge?Hey, someone's gotta' do it.>What are the rules?This is going to be run it as a round robin. It would be 2.5 months at one match-up per thread per day (though I'd probably take a day off now and then), if I run the King and Queen tourneys concurrently in two separate threads.It will largely be a popularity contest, but each match-up will also have an 'event', and the character who can most persuasively be argued to be advantaged in that event will receive a 1d6-vote bonus, which I'll roll when I tally the votes This will add that vital spice of randomness, excitement, and interactive storytelling that makes these threads actually allowed on the board.I'm going to take a month or so for a preliminary 'qualification and submission' thread to see which characters participate, and then to commission the initial art. My eligibility criteria would be that a character:>1. cannot have been a contender in the previous tourneys (though the quest CAN have been; just not that specific character); these can be seen at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/4999756/ and https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5090023/>2. must be from a quest which has either wrapped up OR has at least 3 threads and hasn't been flaked on (yet, kek)>3. must be an original character, not from an existing multimedia property; Karn is allowed, Son Goku is notComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5994623>>Agent Fiona Jarnafeldt (Solarpunk Cleanup Agent Quest)
>>5995113Right, I forgot about the time dilation.
>>5994623>Chaya (Saiyan Conqueror Quest)
>>5994623>Agent Fiona Jarnafeldt (Solarpunk Cleanup Agent Quest)Tooooooo easy.
>>5994623>Chaya (Saiyan Conqueror Quest)The world in Solarpunk has returned to monke, but I choose the real monke.
As the war rages on, the 14e Escadre Mixte "Liberté" in it's fight against the Prußenmark has suffered a harsh loss due to the new Koerkamp D.IV “Havik”. Not due to the numbers of pilots lost but rather due to the quality of one who was killed in action. Despite having fought since the very beginning, or perhaps because of it, their time had run out. This would be bad enough if it wasn't for their connection with another, very important ace. Lieutenant-colonel Helene Valmont has decided to visit Escadron Vert personally with a plan to visit Violet after, and so far has found the worries of one pilot in the Escadron have at least some merit.========================================================This is a continuation of the last Air Wing Commander Quest Thread. I plan on continuing this until real life kills me literally or metaphorically, you get yourself killed, or the war ends.Past Threadshttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Air+wingDoc with squadrons, pilots, information and the like.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KT0JJxoLsbcNFC7RqtsWKke9iTnLQ8blSCf_8dZ4jWw/edit?usp=sharingPastebin with rules.https://pastebin.pl/view/2ac1bf47
>>5991414>Ask something else (Write in)Ask if she thinks the squadron is up for something like the balloon busting missions, but more dangerous.
>>5991414>Ask her about her clear bias against the Pretans.>Ask something else (Write in)Anything we can do to increase cohesion?
With what was said, you decided it would be best to tackle the elephant in the room so to speak. "Right. I have to ask, why exactly do you seem to have a...bias towards the Pretans?" This question seemed to surprise Pernet. And after a slight hesitation she said "You are joking, surely. You should know full well. No true Gallonian would put up with our enemies presence more than is absolutely necessary." Naturally, you quickly responded, saying "We are on the same side, though. I get we are historic enemies but at the moment they are our allies." You had a bad feeling what this all meant, really.With a scoff, Pernet stated "Allies of convenience, maybe. We have fought them directly and indirectly for over half a millennium. Not twenty years ago we were close to fighting them once more. I trust them as much as I would any from Prußenmark. Unless they plan to fully renounce their heritage and work to become Gallonians, they are not our friends, nor truly our allies, merely the enemy of our enemy. Besides, what's the worst they will do? Go back to their country and complain? They should be thankful for the privilege to fly given how backwards their homeland is. For that is the entire reason why they are here and not flying for their own countries air corps." Well, at least she was honest about her feelings about them."I presume you lump the Vesperians with them as well?" You ask just for the clarification."Of course! Why wouldn't I? They are a colony made up of loyalists that fled the Confederacy when it formed, their flag has their masters miserable scrap of cloth in the corner and they have only recently gained any sort of real autonomy from their detestable crown. They are as Pretan as can be without living on that miserable island." She seemed to be acting as if this was completely normal...You decide it might be best to just move on for now and ask something else that could help the escadron. "Do you think the escadron is up for something like balloon busting, but far more dangerous?"With a slight smirk she quickly states "Of course! I'm sure we could do such a thing. I even know the perfect plan for such a job!" You had a bad feeling about this again.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"I'm...glad to hear that. Do you have any idea as to how the escadron could increase it's cohesion?" You hope she will give something actually beneficial here.With hardly a second of thought, Pernet says "Well I have a few idea's. Firstly, we could do with having the Pretan's re-" "Anything that doesn't involve removing or doing something to the Pretans or Vesperians, please?" You quickly cut her off before she could finish, a bit tired of her antics and hostile nature towards pilots under her that are fighting the same common enemy."Of course, miss Valmont." She says with a clear bit of annoyance. "I think it would be best if we ensure everyone in the escadron can speak Gallonian fluently. Not the broken and improper attempts at our language some pilots have. Not only will it ensure that we have ease of communication, but it will mean that everyone can speak to everyone properly. Having all of our pilots able to communicate with each-other perfectly would do well for our cohesion I believe. The alternative is narrowing the focus of the escadron's recruits to those who know a shared language. Only Varuskie's for example. Another possibility is focusing on people who have Gallonian ancestry rather than those who are simply joining because they are loyal to their own country yet cannot directly fight for it due to their archaic laws." Some of these might actually not be terrible idea's and worth consideration.>Order her to be less hostile to the Pretans and Vesperians. It's unbecoming of an officer and paints us in a bad light.>Ask her to be a bit less harsh on the Pretans and Vesperians. She is going just a bit overboard.>Ask her what pilots she thinks deserves to be equiped with Duponts and which should have Vérany's>Ask where Elizabeth Green is and then try and find her. (Ends conversation)>Ask where another pilot is. (Write in, ends conversation)>Ask something else (Write in)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995066>>Ask her to be a bit less harsh on the Pretans and Vesperians. She is going just a bit overboard.>>Ask her what pilots she thinks deserves to be equiped with Duponts and which should have Vérany's
You're in a dungeon.>Who are you?
>>5964590chain jared to the wall
>>5964590Eat Jared
>>5964590Take the guise of an injured adventurur to lure Jared. Radvsx
>>5964590Adapt or die? Fine let's adapt cannabilisim and eat the competition
>>5964590Adapt or die? Fine, let's adapt and morph into an endless food, money and magic factory and live happily ever after while being feed, rich and having magical items at our disposal./threadTHE END
A relative you've never met left you a creepy mansion in eastern europe.Do you visit your new property?>Yes>No
>>5965182It’s just a bait quest, anon, don’t get too worked up
>>5965187I guess so... I hide looong running quests, bad quests, bait quests, quests related to dragon ball or ASOIAF or anything that says "civ" or 40k or... well I guess those fit in the bad quest category... quests that seem promising but have 100ish replies in two weeks...yeah
>>5965250This seems incredibly inefficient. It'd be a lot easier to pin quests you like instead.
>>5965260I do it as well!I hide quests I am not interested in so it's easier to see new fresh quests. You never know when there is a good one being posted and with your screen cluttered... hard to find
>>5965426You can pin quests here? This is some ancient lore to newfags.
Previous threadhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5300416/[Trait: The faithful][There will be special dialogue available when regarding the Cult Imperialis. Your interaction with the members of the Ecclesiarchy is more favorable.]You are Basillica “Vasily” Hagia, the lieutenant of the Baneblade squad and a proud Vostroyan Firstborn of the 625th Armored Division, 74th Company, Squad 20, squad call sign “Flowing Don.” You and your crew arrived at Terrasque, a hive thought to be taken over by heretics and traitors of the Imperium. What you found instead were gene stealers. During the fierce battle the Order of The Argent Shroud reinforced then pushed out the ambush. In the rubbles of the hive, you ordered your cousin-comrades to get some more supplies, be it lasgun packs, water or food. There was another issue, Flowing Don only had a dozen shells left. Seven regular shells, two smoke shells, and three custer shells. Other guardsmen began to recover any bodies or weapons, you were sitting on the rubbles inside the cathedral. “Cousin.”Rivale Prokofiev was the youngest member of your crew,he still had his blue eyesand with messier hair. Rivale carefully stepped over the rubbles and xenos corpses. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5970926>>5970546Counted
The sisters and your baneblade continued to advance. In the midst of the abandoned buildings and street, you saw nothing of notice. Corpses there, wreckages here, the street was quiet. Flowing Don whirled quietly, her blessed machine moved steadily. You arrive at a shopping square. “I don’t like this place…” Rivale said.You saw a web of bridges and roads above, and the shops were conjoined into one iron wall with plenty of windows, a perfect place for defending or an ambush. Being in the open was never a good idea. What was more worrying was the lack of enemy encounters, just where were they or how far were they entrenched? You pull your binoculars down and watch for any threats. “It’s quiet, I hate when it’s quiet. Do you see anything?” Your sergeant said. “Negative.” You said. “I don’t know what kind of vile strategy they’re pulling but we won’t fall for it. We’ve gone far enough. Fornal, patch the sisters that we’re going.”“On it.” You see the sisters pause then look back and nod. The return trip was quiet with no pauses. Back at the courtyard, the guardsmen already fortified this location. You park Flowing Don nearby Battering Ram and Vostroya’s Saber then open the hatch.“Hagia, how did it look?” Sofia said.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>We can split the forces for alternative routes, what little we have left that is, and we need to wait longer tooThe vile Xenos doubtlessly have plans for if we go with options 1 & 2, I say we take 'em by surprise. On the other hand, I don't really like the idea of splitting up, but I suppose it's better that placidly sitting still waiting for an attack or blindly charging into an ambush.
>>5973910>We can split the forces for alternative routes, what little we have left that is, and we need to wait longer too
>We can split the forces for alternative routes, what little we have left that is, and we need to wait longer too
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.The Army of Alterac had marched into Strahnbrad Hills and claimed what is rightfully yours, the land and the oil hidden deep underneath the surface. They hadn’t faced any serious opposition, just a scattered band of bandits and brigands. Now would the work start as soon as the goblins gather themselves and the Dark Irons, deep from Blackrock Depths, would arrive with their machines and technology beyond your reach.But not everything would be just about the oil, for you spent considerable time with your lover Jandice Barov as you were recovering from the Incident. Her three words of “I love you” echoed in your mind, for it was love you couldn’t answer to.Yet your time in Tarren Mill would cut short. Jandice would leave and you would have to return back to Dawnholme as finally after months of waiting the Stonemason’s of Stormwind have arrived. Hundreds of them, with them mercenaries, a warlock in disguise, children and women. You would have your hands full with everything related to them.You had hoped that you wouldn’t be swamped with work, especially with Taretha increasingly pregnant. A lot of paperwork would fall into your hands amongst other duties. But you had decided to put the work away, you wouldn’t repeat the previous mistakes and work yourself nearly to death. You would enjoy your life, take whatever chances you have to relax and spend time with your friends. Maybe for once your life could be steady and without worries?Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5994417>Decline, but invite her for a talk.It is scared we just bodied a death knight
>>5994909True, I bet the option to go dancing would be the sleepwalking that gets us killed by the Orcs as they think Alric is possessed (and they're not wrong)
Dancing and declining are at 3-3 tie. Could I have a tiebreaker? I might not be able to get the update out today though.>>5994909Are you sure about that?
>>5994417>>Decline, but invite her for a talk.
>>5995163I am SURE.
I twisted the knob of the vintage style radio receiver, scanning for channels playing anything but static. No luck. It started a few miles up the road, but now every last station was replaced with the garbled death rattle of civilization. I flicked it off and immediately regretted it. The noise let me tune out my thoughts, and now I was alone with my nerves. As I continued onward in my rental sedan, I spotted the checkpoint emerge in the distance. Several armed men dressed in tan camo stood by a hummer on the right side of the road. One of them broke from the pack and flagged me down, prompting me to bring the car to a stop in front of the motorized barrier. He walked up to the driver side and tapped on the glass. I rolled down the window and he leaned in to speak."Turn around and head back," he recited lazily, "All roads have been closed off. Only authorized personnel are allowed access into the New Orleans Exclusion Zone."I tried to recall the code my contact, a reedy Haitian guy named Toussaint, gave me. After two weeks of chatting over the deep web, we finally connected at a dingy dive bar in a town just outside Baton Rouge. He informed me of every step and precaution I would have to take to get in, painting a grim picture and filling in the margins with outlandish anecdotes. When I asked how I'd get out once I got in, he simply shrugged. "Beats the fuck out of me, baz." We split ways not long after."No, no–wait. I'm expected," I blurted out, "I–uh, I've got a hot date with Major Houlihan."My heart dropped to my stomach. Time seemed to stop as I swallowed down hard, but I sensed a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. They lit up, and he cracked a slight smirk."Uh huh," he responded, amused, "Can I see some ID first?"I retrieved it from the glove box, my wrist brushing against the cold steel of the loaded Beretta handgun clear as day in the soldier's view. He ignored it, instead greedily snatching up the passport. Cracking it open, he whistled as he drew a stack of crisp dollar bills totaling a thousand and five hundred, making extra sure to count them twice."Alright, you're free to go," he said, flipping back to the front and adding playfully, "Have a nice trip..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Yes. (Don't hand over anything, just mention the Quebec Driver's License)>Hunt Nutria>Sleep by the Campfire afterwards & mingle
Okay, I've rewritten this a lot since this is pretty embarrassing, but I know it's the right choice. I didn't want to flake without at least saying something. I've been basically forcing myself to write every post and I've come to the realization that I didn't fully comprehend the scope of the quest before going into it. Fuck, I don't know. I didn't even make it the week this time, but you know surprisingly that's not even my record.I think at some point I'd be interested in rebooting or continuing this quest at a later date, but for now consider it abandoned.Sorry for flaking. Again.
>>5964576S'fine. QM's come and they go. Much better you actually prep for something you'll see to the end rather than abandoning it midway through. One thing that I've always found useful is planning, planning, planning. If you know both how the quest is going to end, and also how the current set of decisions will end, then things become a lot easier. Write with a strong direction and goal in mind, don't wing it.
>>5964613I do plan, obsessively sometimes. Thing is I tend to fixate on just one aspect or plan too far ahead and have trouble bridging the gap. Maybe you can relate, maybe you can't. Eh I'll stop bitching.
>>5964655Try outling, maybe making a CYOA style tree of choices
