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Your friends drag you downtown to a club
You walk into the club and hear loud music
>>16484
>Check supplies/pockets
>>16484
Activate sound suppression gear.
>>16484
can we get a HUD of our items, abilities and location?
You are an orc. Your father was an orc. Your grandfather was a human with the innate ability to pleasure orc women.
One day, your father is killed while resisting the duke's tax collectors. They claim he has not paid his taxes, and that he is also guilty of being an orc. They are right on both counts. You are asleep while this goes on, dreaming of orc women.
When you wake up to the carnage, you quickly grab the weapon hanging off the mantle over the fireplace. What is it?
Deeply gazing into the weapon's reflection, you also feel the need to remind...
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>>28066
You grab your axe!
You are Grunk, a good strong orc with green skin. You spend your early life doing orc things, hunting and fighting! You also like collecting shiny things, and of course, women.
>>28091
+1
>>28066
Explore your surroundings
So a new board has been born, Let's play some Chess. Roll 1d2 to define your team, then roll 1d10 to move the pieces. highest roll gets to move the piece.
Rolled 1 (1d2)
>>23137
Rolled 2 (1d2)
>>23137
Rolled 2 (1d2)
>quoting the op
You are Obon, son of Dudu Oson. He led a tribe of very wise people, they put mud on their heads to keep cool. Unfortunately Dudu Oson was murdered in cold blood.
You are now the leader of the tribe what do you do? Highest roll out of 100
>>23136
Declare that you iz kangz and shit.
>>23168
You are already king of the tribe.
Rolled 44 (1d100)
>>23136
How about learning how to use the rectangle/paint bucket on MSPaint?
No seriously, rolling for magic graphics quality.
/b/tards
/co/mrades
nor/mlp/eople
fa/tv/irgins
I am literally only here to demand that the users of this board be known as
"A Tribe Called /qst/"
more like queers
>>17944
>my ID is "Huge1"
/queers/
I've waited so long for this! Okay guys here we go.
Example:
>Shibble dibble
>Dibble sword
>Ability to make fruitcakes blast out of my asshole
VIRTUE ROLLS!
>Rolling odd dubs or higher will result in 100% failure
>Rolling even dubs or higher will result in 100% success
>Rolling 0's will make something extremely out of the ordinary happen
WE WILL BEGIN WHEN WE HAVE...
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Rolled 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2 = 30 (20d2)
Thor
Mjolnir
Super Strength/Flight/Controlling electricity
>>5288
Thor Joins the adventure, please standby for 3 more foogets to join.
IF ANYONE EVER JOINS HOLY SHIT
Post pitches here. Executive summaries of quests you want to run. Half-baked ideas you dreamt about while being too high or too drunk to care.
Another Round of that Erfworld quest that was untimely quit
A few of mine:
>You were an astronaut, or just a stupidly rich space tourist (probably the latter), and that's what you remember when you wake up in a fancy room with the words SIMULATION blinking in red in the corner of your vision.Basically, welcome in The Culture. Enjoy it, and get drafted into Special Circumstances to do awful deeds that disgust you or not.
>You're waiting for your daughter, late at night, worry and anger both growing and growing while you pace restlessly your living...
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>>7529
>>You're waiting for your daughter, late at night, worry and anger both growing and growing while you pace restlessly your living room. When the front door finally opens, you rush at it, ready to shout or even God forbid, slap her, when all you see is a ragged mess of blood, bruises and torn mess. "Don't worry Dad, most of it isn't mi—" she starts before falling unconscious into your arms.
I like this.
You're a cowboy, not just a cowboy, but a space cowboy. You wander space to seek out those who have bounties on their head. You don't do it for the people, you're just in it for the money.
You're in your ship now, just standing there, watching the stars pass by as your ship cruises through the galaxy.
What do you do?
>>26873
Go back home.
go get quesdillas at space taco bell
>>27147
A bit homesick, the cowboy decides to head back home. You set your course for Earth, but what do you do in the mean time?
Continuation of >>10110
You're MAGNEMIKE, or just Mikey for short, a 13 year old boy who dreams of becoming the Steel-Type GYM LEADER of the CHANOS REGION.
Last time, You recieved a MANMANDER from a mysterious person, and you lost your virginity to it. You then caught a COLOSSAL METAPOD, who also lost it's virginity to you.
Your MANMANDER fucked up a horde of RATTATA's shit, and gained a lot of levels.
Now..
You're out in the wild at NIGHT, and you come across a wild ARBOK!...
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>>26000
Sell Arbok into slavery.
>>26018
ARBOK is too dangerous too do that! It would surely bite off it's master's head.
>>26018
fight it with manmandeer
You woke up to find out that you were being carried as a prisioner by a Wood Elf trading caravan. Being around Elves is in no way a pleasant situation for a Dwarf, but being around Elves and not having the possibility or stabbing them to death is even more unpleasant. Especially because you know for a fact that Elves don't tend to sell their prisioners, but to eat them.
You don't remember how did you got there and you are not very sure if asking the treehugger that's poking your arse with his(?) spear would be a good idea, but you are too confused to worry...
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Our name is Çokaeslome Lifelaonino, and we realize the futility of trying to escape.
Rolled 1 (1d1)
I just finished writing this up. When choosing what to roll for please type in the category on the post you will roll. Once we have created our character we may start the quest. As always feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoy.
Rolled 60 (1d62)
>>21289
Rolled 4 (1d7)
>>21289
Your David Fern, An Engineer for high-end sports cars, the year is 1995, you wake up one morning and set out for a drive, it is storming and the location is Thunder Bay, Ontario, you are on your way to work when suddenly you are... (continue the story)
...stopped by something blocking the road. Streaks of blood follow up to the battered corpse of a young man. You pull off to the shoulder aghast at the site. Then, you...
>>21052
...reach into the glovebox and find your CD filled with your favorite LazyTown songs. You jam out to that shit for about three hours. But then...
Inspect his pulse and breathing and he's not breathing...
[This is a quest wherin you play a man who builds a personal-empire in a world where superheroes and villains exist. It is part protagonist-driven, part strategy game.]
Your name is Brian Smith. Thirty-five years old. The proud owner of a family-run pub which has been passed down from father-to-son for three generations. Since you were a young man you haven’t given living any other life other than this a second thought. This is all that you ever wanted. Just a small bread crumb to call your own, to run an honest, ethical business with the ones you love. Whilst no man...
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“You were involved in an incident Mr. Smith, involving two Impossible-Level civilians. The hero known as ‘Ice Queen’ and the villain ‘Thunderstrike’.”
As Detective Ackroyd says their names a flash of the memory returns to you, the emotion of the incident raw, almost as if you were standing right there in front of your pub, watching the fight of godly proportions taking place. Detective Ackroyd describes what happened, but you remember it clearly.
You were closing up the pub for the night. It was a wonderful day. Everyone was gathered in the back garden drinking and having a good time. It was Rebecca’s birthday. She was sat on your lap whilst you enjoyed a beer. Rebecca was having a great time. Rebecca hurried off your lap into the pub after she saw Wendy lighting the candles to her birthday cake through the window. Not a second after Rebecca entered the pub did the incident happen.
A strike of thunder soared down from the heavens punching into the pub, blowing it up from the inside, the resulting shockwave sending all the party-goers shooting backwards. Burnt brick and charred wood splintered across the garden; a thick stick of wood pierced your shin from the front all the way through to the back. You howled in agony, barely able to register what was happening as flashes of thunder, eminating from a single spot in the sky, clashed with a spherical orb of blue frost; with each clash a storm grew larger, and larger, your pub, and everyone inside, crumbling to burnt ashes covered in frost.
At some point you must have lost consciousness. After that you woke in the hospital.
“What was left of their bodies have been identified Mr.Smith” said the Detective, who told you everything you already knew.
“And Thunderstrike and Ice Queen?” you ask.
“Thunderstrike escaped. Ice Queen is currently searching for his whereabouts as we speak.” says the Detective.
“What happens now?” you say.
“There’s nothing we can do except let Ice Queen and the other heroes do what they can to bring Thunderstrike to justice. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“And what if I blame Ice Queen as well? Who will bring her to justice?” you say.
“There isn’t a power on this Earth which could do that, Mr.Smith” says the Detective, “We are sure she did her best to stop this incident from happening.”
The rage starts to build up inside you. It takes all your strength to keep yourself form shouting.
“Both of them. Ice Queen. Thunderstrike. They both used my pub as a battleground for their war. My wife and daughter are dead because of them. And your telling me there’s nothing anyone can do about it?” you say.
The Detective stands.
“I know how you are feeling Mr. Smith. I’ve lost people myself.”
The detective puts a flyer on the table beside the hospital bed.
“I’ll be at these meetings if you need someone to talk to. Until then.” says the Detective. He leaves.
[Three Days Later]
[10am]
[Hospital Ward]
You were told by the nurse you are free to leave by the afternoon. Your going to be confined to a wheelchair for the next three months at least before you’re to start therapy so you can walk on your bad leg again. With some great deal of pain you change into some comfortable clothes from home which a few of your friends took the time to pick up for you. You were barely lucid of them during the time they were sat with you, trying to shake you out of the pit of grief you’ve found yourself in. All you can think of is Ice Queen and Thunderstrike still out there in the world, fighting, destroying lives, unregulated, not brought to justice. You spent your entire life doing the right thing, and for what?
Your new mission in life hits you quietly, as if the answer was already there to begin with, slowly rising from deep down inside you to the surface. Your new mission in life is to put heroes and villains like Ice Queen and Thunderstrike in check. Perhaps you don’t fully realize the scope of your plan, or how impossible it might be for a man who has never done anything in life except run a family business.
You make these vows to yourself:
You will never take a life.
You will never become superhuman yourself.
With the exception of the first two vows, you will do whatever is required to bring the heroes and villains of this world to justice.
The first obstacle to your new goal in life comes in the form of a beautiful twenty-something blonde in a silver-grey business suit and smart black pumps.
She’s all smiles, and offers you a hand, which you shake.
She takes a seat opposite you, taking a moment to draw the curtain to give you both some privacy.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Smith” she says, “My name is Ann Jennings and I work for the superheroine known as Ice Queen, as well as other heroes filed with my agency. It has come to our attention that you have lost both your business and family in Ice Queen’s battle to rid the world of the villain known as Thunderstrike.”
Ann Jennings takes a check out of her blazer pocket and hands it to you. It’s worth five million pounds.
“We understand monetary matters may not be of issue to you as of right now. However my agency hopes this will help you during these difficult times.”
>Throw the check in her face.
>Pocket the check.
>”What do you want in return?”
>”It’s going to cost you more than five million to keep my mouth shut.”
>Other (dumb responses not fitting with the tone of the quest will be ignored.)
>>19559
>”What do you want in return?”
First quest/post on qst, Hope I do this right. Let me know if not.
You awake with a sudden jolt. Another strange dream; not quite a nightmare, but rather a strange, nostalgic memory of a past life(s).
Instantly a smell wafts into your dirt-clogged nose. Guzzoline and sweat. You stir and sniffle. The backseat of an armored truck wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it provided some protection from the ever-increasing (and intense) dust storms.
It had been some time (months, years?) Since the events at the Citadel and time seemed to crawl by, much like your fraying sanity.
As the storm subsides, you sit in the back of the vehicle. Do you:
1. Look at your map of "Australia" and try to find water
2. Drive into the wastes and look for other survivors/colonies
3. Make your way back to the Citadel, a sure spot for survival
>>19293
Try and look for animal tracks (food)
2. Look for other surviors
>>19293
Find water
High-Commander Nathaniel Graham was sitting in his office, aboard his flagship. The massive machine of destruction was close to it's destination; the world of Amera Prime. The long war that have been lasting for at least seven years between his and the enemy's faction was reaching a critical point.
After a lot of tactical movement, running, besieging, and political backstabbing, the cat-and-cat game of the two armies was reaching it's end. They were both in a position where moving the main forces out of each other's way would be disadvantageous. So they...
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Clearly Caspain Lerracius the Ironhand is the only one of the two that can be trusted. This is a war after all, so we need someone that can move things through the area and know how to maneuver through the Guard's chain of command to get to where we need to go.
>>18612
I'm prone to thinking we should give it to the fellow who's a walking tank. You can't say no to someone in power armor.
>>18667
The ground forces will take the commander more seriously. Sure, a Royal Guard decked out with power armour and weaponry can be an imposing force, but he doesn't have the sheer experience that Caspain Lerracius does when it comes to this scenario. Plus, the power armour has a 1 to 5 hour time limit (her pack), assuming it isn't Astartes Pattern power armour (which should be impossible for him to have), so if Lionel is stuck in an extended deployment he'll have to ditch the armour eventually.
