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Squick Quest part 4 - Local Hospitality
The world is weird, and so are you.
Part 1 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/262524/
Part 2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/279321/
Part 3 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/308692/
Recap: We talked to Doris a bunch and learned more about her among other things. We decided to head to the hospital for no reason besides exploring.
(Original with better grass that was too big to upload: http://oi65.tinypic.com/33xubr5.jpg)
You stand in front of the town's hospital, Eleanor Memorial Sanitarium. It towers above and if your eyesight was better you could see the figures passing by the windows, apparently very busy.
Doris drags you along "Come on, come on slowpoke! They look like they could use some help, this place has been very busy lately. We aren't doing anything else so we might as well. Besides I got some friends inside I should check on!"
[2/3]
It's time to tell Busty Sorceress what's her quest, what's her goals. But you'll have to help me.
kay
So is there something you want us to do?
>>340115
Can you come up with a background?
>first pic should be mon, "realm icon"
>include the following (leave n\a if n\a):
Name:
Gender: (male, unless you plan to marry someone)
Spouse: n\a
Vassals: n\a
>allocate 7 points between the 3 below
Leadership:
Intrigue:
Romance:
Troops: 1,500
>after the sheet
Tell me which province you want to start in
>>337280
Name: Kawano Hogai (first thing that came up on a random name generator)
Gender: Male
Leadership: 4
Intrigue: 2
Romance: 1
Just start me in the northen province at the top
>>337280
A few questions:
Are we allowed to choose spouses and vassals already?
What do we do with the troops option?
What time are you going to pause the game? It's getting late for me.
>>337280
Name: Toshitara Sozen
Gender: Male
Leadership: 3
Intrigue: 3
Romance: 1
Start me in Fukuoka Prefecture, and with their flag.
Welcome to legacy quest, a dungeon crawling adventure spanning several generations of heroes.
Your protagonists will die, permanently, but fear not! Before each hero embarks on their quest to free the land from evil, they marry and have children, ensuring their bloodline will not die with them, and providing the next intrepid adventurer to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors when they come of age.
Unfortunate and stupid heroes might face insta-kills, unwinnable situations, and general doom. The best and brightest will slowly progress through the dungeon, but will still likely face their inevitable death.
No one hero will beat the dungeon, only by building up a strong family of heroes, investing in your hometown/stronghold to acquire better resources, passing down knowledge, wealth, and loot.
Last time on legacy quest: >>324823
>We met our new hero: Erika, daughter of Aurora
>Erika chose a scoundrel for a husband, advised the town to hoard food for the coming winter, and entered the dungeon.
>Using her mighty berserker strength she pulverised her undead foes, and continued onward, mostly unscathed.
>She emerged into the next room...
>>335193
Whelp, go to desk. Again.
>>335193
Was there a reason to make a new thread? Your old thread is not even in autosage yet
>>335203
He goofed, that happens I guess.
The Great War still fresh in the hearts and minds of the people, civilization pushes on encouraged by the optimistic economic trends.
Media and the popular focus has shifted to focus on Actors and Actresses, Hollywood has become the locus of film in the world. Baseball has seen a great rise as well with stadiums being erected all over the United States and baseball stars becoming household names.
The enactment of prohibition has seen a rise in alcohol related crime including the bootlegging and smuggling of alcohol, organised crime in general seems to be coming into a golden era.
A thrilling and vibrant age of new culture and fashion has swept the populous as well. The rise of jazz, the commercial distribution of automobiles and the sale of the Television.
Right now is the time to be alive, what part will you play in this fast paced era?
>A barman put out of business by prohibition now trying to break into the smuggling and bootleg business.
>An aspiring gang member of one of the Chicago families.
>An actor/actress who is looking to really start making it big in the industry
>An officer of the Chicago police determined to make your mark on the corrupt city one way or another
>A prohibition agent tasked with hunting down smugglers and bootleggers
>A Jazz singer working at the local club just trying to make ends meet and maybe move up in the world
>A visitor from outer space disguised as a human trying to fit into a white collar life.
3 votes make the choice.
>>335131
>An officer of the Chicago police determined to make your mark on the corrupt city one way or another
>>335131
>A barman put out of business by prohibition now trying to break into the smuggling and bootleg business.
>>335131
>A visitor from outer space disguised as a human trying to fit into a white collar life.
You put your hand to your chin, rubbing it while you and Liana both consider your options. Maybe go to the theater and let her relax? Nah, that seems a little impersonal. Maybe go to your place and just hang out? Nah, that seems a little far in the other direction. Going back to her apartment will mean fielding uncomfortable questions from her sister. There's gotta be something else you two can do... After a minute, something dawns on you. "I have a place we can go to," you say to Liana, who takes her eyes off the clouds to look at you. The idea is risky, but it'll be worth it to bolster her mood if you manage to not scare her in the process. "A friend showed me this really nice clearing near the center of the forest. It's far enough away that there's almost no chance of anyone finding it if they aren't out there to find that exact place, it seems that nobody comes out there for anything as it is, and while I was there I didn't hear any sounds from town. If you'd like, I can take you there and you can meet my friend, or you could use the place to clear your head if you need."
>roll 1d20
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Welcome back to Modern Necromancy Quest! Your name is Michael Remic and you are a track star and aspiring profaner of the dead!
In the last thread, you drove LIANA (the SEER you met at freshman orientation) to the OLD CEMETARY to look at JACOB'S GRAVE, were told by her that the cemetary's caretaker (the WITCH) does not like her or RACHEL (her older sister, and an ENCHANTRESS that you stole from), gave her a TRAUMATIC FLASHBACK, got into an argument with the WITCH and got told to not come back, scared LIANA into running into the WOODS by herself, yelled at SKUNKBRO, searched for and found LIANA, and apologized to her. You and LIANA are currently deciding what to do for two more hours, since RACHEL thinks you two are at the MOVIES.
Previous thread: >>314858
Come join us in the MNQ Discord server and discuss how incompetent the QM is!
https://discord.gg/QPfWR
Rolled 17 (1d20)
>>339698
"Hey, we can ride bikes there or something"
Rolled 6 (1d20)
>>339698
Welcome to Civilization in Space.
In this quest you will be leading your species who has just discovered advanced metals and FTL speed across the cosmos, ruling the galaxy as you see fit! Will you be a conquering species, zealots, master merchants, brilliant scientists? The choice is yours!
First your name and choose from one of these "archetypes"
>Mammalian
>Reptilian
>Avian
>Molluscoid
>Arthropoid
>Fungoid
>>337808
Fungoid. Space Mold Applied Colonization Corporate. S.M.A.C.C
After finding a portal in a desert, you end up at the Hakurei Shrine. You have multiple options at this point:
1. Who is the first being you talk to?
2. Where do you go?
3. What is your ultimate goal?
>>333330
>1. Who is the first being you talk to?
No idea. Don't know anyone in this place.
>2. Where do you go?
Nowhere. Stay at the shrine.
>3. What is your ultimate goal?
Get home.
>>333330
LETS RAPE SOME FAIRIES
>>333330
>Reimu
>Stay at the shrine
>Learn whatever you can/ Meet interesting people
First race/location to three votes win.
1. Forest Yeti (bigfoot)
or
2. Warmongering druidist extremist ents in the plains (pic related)
>>332478
vampire
>>332478
Undead, Necropolis. Randomly other undead will rise and join us? Diseases to fend off attackersbut won't affect us? Sounds good.
"Black Hearts. Cold Steel. Dark Deeds."
These are the words of the Black Company, the infamous band of mercenaries that has been on one side or the other of every major conflict on the continent since its founding.
The Company has seldom cared who they fight for or the cause so long as they are paid, and paid well, when the killing work is done. Though they may be considered by some to be little more than glorified brigands, it cannot be said that the Black Company is not good at what they do.
Recently the Company has taken up a contract with a new employer, one more powerful than any that have come before. An employer with endless ambition, as well as the means and lack of moral scruples needed to pursue it. An employer that pays well...
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>>333329
The warmth of the sun on your skin, the scent of summer in your nostrils, birdsongs flittering across the meadow to your ears. It's almost picturesque.
A cloud passes over you, causing you to blink as you adjust to the shade and sudden chill. You can smell the yellow Jacobea, the strong sweet aroma overwhelming the odour of sweat, dirt and piss that you would normally expect from huddling behind a low paddock wall with a few hundred of your companions. The chirping of Forktailed Redjay's is slowly drowned out by the stomp of many boots in unison, growing ever louder. You don’t need the hushed whispers, touches and nods that make their way down the line to know your target is near.
A column of Tassenland provincials, or militia. Untested, yet to be blooded and hopefully ill equipped. Still, you don’t have the numbers you’d reckon to be ideal for an ambush, if they don’t break quick things could get ugly. That or your intel could be horribly wrong and that body of men could be twice your number in hardened Imperial Legionaries. Wouldn’t be the first time. From your crouched position you can see a nervous looking lad from 4th Platoon ready the horn for the signal.
You start to feel it. Not fear. That awful, other thing. The one you’ve tried and failed to suppress throughout your 10, going on 11, years in the Black Company. The subversive inclination, that treacherous urge that will one day surely earn you a place in the Annalists books and a bed in the cold mud all at once.
The horn blows.
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> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]
> “Deeeaaaath!” Bellow your defiance at the amassed enemy! [Elite]
> “Ghraaaagghh!” Shout incoherently as you rush towards the enemy leader! [Courage]
> “Let’s go lads! HOH!” Target the standards, a Gelt piece to the man who grabs it! [Clever]
>>333362
> “Deeeaaaath!” Bellow your defiance at the amassed enemy! [Elite]
>>333362
> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]
You are Kirby.
Begin.
>>331631
Find friends and have fun.
>>331638
Seconding. Preferably Knuckle Joe.
>>331638
An effort was made
You live on an island, known simply as "The Island" by its inhabitants. You don't know for sure if there are any other islands, but no one has seen anyone from anywhere else ever since the disaster many years ago. The Island has cliffs on the North and West sides, with a beach on the South side. There is a town towards the middle where most of the population lives. Some people live either in the Forbidden City (which is ruled by the church), or at the Bandit Outpost. Apparently, the church saved this island from the disaster, and requested to have their own city which was off-limits for normal people. The citizens at the time gladly gave them this, happy to have survived. Nowadays, almost no one who remembers that incident is still alive. The attitude of the people towards the church has turned more negative, since they consume more resources than they produce for The Island.
You live alone, in a small house in Town. You are 16 years old. Your mother passed away when you were young. You father took care of you for most of your life, but a few months ago, he went to go hunting in the Forest, and never came back. Things like that happening aren't uncommon on The Island, with the strong animals in the North, and the Bandits in the West. You're running low on funds, and will have to get a job to sustain yourself. You've always wanted to be an adventurer, and the Town is always looking for more adventurers (since they die so often).
What part of the Town do you visit first?
>the Library, to learn more about the world
>the Old Wizard, who can teach people new spells
>the Bulletin board, where people post quests they would like adventurers to do
>the Equipment shop, where you can but new weapons/armor/accessories
Picture is a map of The Island
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This is my first time making a quest. Please be gentle.
Your current stats. Name suggestions welcome.
You currently have $5
MC-kun - Level 2
hp 40
mp 10
physical attack 10
magical attack 6
holy attack 0
dark attack 0
physical defense 2
magical defense 2
holy defense 0
dark defense 0
>>331204
>the Old Wizard, who can teach people new spells
Michael
>A brief recap of the adventure so far
You and your three closest friends grew up amongst the broken and pitted rubble of the Carcerum Underhive – a barely civilized place full of gang conflicts and starvation. You and your three friends, Fraq, Sen and Rab, had made something of a living by scrounging in the farthest corners of the Hive, far away from the waves of gang violence that rippled in the center. That is – until you four brought down a vicious and legendary predator, an Allisan Lion, and in doing so proved your worth to a Chapter of Space Marines, the Horned Lions.
Abducting you and your friends, they implanted you with geneseed and rigorously trained you as you learned about the Imperium and the Emperor – about heresy and the endless enemies of mankind. You were happy for a few weeks – but where the geneseed had turned you into a fledgling supersoldier, it had betrayed your friend Sen, and was transforming him into something...else. At the request of Apothecary Fatho, you killed Sen with his own bolt pistol, bringing his soul to the Emperor and granting him peace. The next few months were a whirlwind of prayer to the Emperor and brutal training given by your trainer, Sergeant Karlat. Finally, about 25 hours ago, you were dropped off alone in the hellish wastes of Carcerum, a boiling cauldron of heat and sand. You had braved the Hunt of the Initiates – but you realize that you were not the only one to do so.
One of your greatest friends, Rab, eyes you warily as he crouches and holds a knife at the ready. He had shocked you with a surprise attack, and you had only narrowly avoided the blade from slicing deeply across both your arms. The same geneseed that has made you into a growing and powerful warrior has strengthened him as well. You're not sure what to make of this development – you can't fathom that he would ever harm you, yet here he is. His face is locked in a grimace, and his skin is oddly tight and cracked from exposure – his eyes seem like large globes. You believe that he could kill you, and that he is desperate to try.
All the better for you that you've drawn your bolt pistol, four rounds remaining, and are holding it steady at his chest.
So what do you do, /qst/?
>Try to talk down one of your best friends
>shoot him now
>tell him to drop the knife?
>write-in
>>333507
>>Try to talk down one of your best friends
>>333507
>Try to talk down one of your best friends
Man this is a hard decision.
>>333507
>Try to talk down one of your best friends
Alright, made it to a live one. Unfortunately, I can only participate every now and then.
iIt has been 6 months since North Ridge high school began to fly.
Neil Green had been just another awkward nerd until he had woken up with powers that allowed him to alter reality itself. His first action was to convert his high school into a flying fortress.
now, as the teachers have all been transformed into various hideous guard monsters, the student body labors under the iron fist of the dark overlord Neil. yes, outside military has come, but none of them lasted very long. if Neil is to be defeated, it will take cunning, treachery, and guile.
well, you've got willpower, and that's a start.
who are you?
>The Good: Gabe Andrews
Gabe enjoys playing the guitar, skateboarding, and spending time with friends. hes been a boy scout since he was 7, and feels the dark sky empire Neil has created is wrong. Hes been doing the best he can to keep himself and all other students safe, but Neil has been showing signs of putting troops to the ground to expand his empire, and Gabe cant protect all of Earth.
Neil must be overthrown, for the good of mankind.
>The Bad: Genevieve Hawkins
Gen is snide, greedy, petty, and excellent at manipulation. she enjoys nothing more than getting a leg up on the suffering of others, and believes that life is a competition to see who can come out on top. She also hates Neil.
Due to her general demeanor towards him, when he conquered the school, she was punished in the same way as Neils other bullies before being sent to the slave pits.
Neil must be overthrown, because powers like that should belong to someone smarter and better looking.
>The ugly: Greg
Greg is a fat prick. He watches too much anime, plays too many video games, and spends far too much time posting on internet image-boards. his abrasive and competitive nature earned him many enemies, and a harsh rivalry with Neil, who he met on the battlefield of MTG many times.
Neil must be overthrown, because fuck that guy.
>The Bad: Genevieve Hawkins
>>332899
>>The Bad: Genevieve Hawkins
>>332899
>>The ugly: Greg
The only true Hero of this story!
You awaken in your bunk. The alarm clock buzzes, and upon a closer look, it is 4:30 AM.
Stepping out into the early morning, you take a deep breath, the smell of gasoline and gunpowder fill your nostrils. Sparking up a cigarette, you look down at your pager, reading "ROOM BRAVO 0500". Walking through the dimly lit walls of the FOB, you pass the Howitzers, and the motor pool. All familiar sights.
Checking your watch, it is now 4:45 AM. You call out to the marine sitting in his watch post, slowly taking your steps up into the post, each step creaking the plywood under you. Offering him a cigarette, he gladly takes it. "PFC Abbot, 1st Battalion, 4th Marines." He mutters through his dirt-filled shemagh. Just then, you hear an explosion in the distance, racing for his thermal-imaging device, it's a false-call. Air-force dropped a 500 pounder on what they believed to be an insurgent position, the private says.
Giving the private one final nod, you leave the watch-post, enjoying a cup of slop-style coffee. Standing in the command post, you look at the door. "Briefing Room Bravo," the door says; you've seen it a million times before, briefed on plenty of operations and day-to-day tasks in your fire-team. A soldier standing at the door requests your name..
>Name "LCpl. (Your Name Here"
>Age
>Gender
>Skills
>Appearance
Forgot to include this image. Shameless self-bump.
>>330874
>Name: LCpl. Maximilian Fightmaster
>>330909
>more info pl0x
