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Welcome to the world of Pokemon! Last time, you made a decision about Robin, trained, and had gay times in the shower.
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=pokemon+adventure+quest
Twitter: @knight_quest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/F6HgCC55
Pokemon Sheet: http://pastebin.com/DqdcTfig
Companion Sheet: http://pastebin.com/dXvQc9g4
Item Sheet: http://pastebin.com/Q5UD9sZx
Currently...
You find yourself in an odd predicament. The lab before you is cluttered: candy wrappers are carelessly thrown about, unwashed beakers containing strange fluids litter the countertops, and the area near the only bookshelf in the room is cluttered with books scattered throughout the floor, couch, and coffee table. Kori is staring at you with daggers in her eyes, and you were hoping it would take at least a week before she got this upset at you. Standing behind her is the man in charge, Professor Plato, and he seems to think that you’re his new recruits. Katie is at your side and she seems to be waiting for you to make a move or decision. You find yourself between a Roggenrola and a hard place. At least, you assume that’s how that saying goes.
“Actually-” Kori attempts.
“Yes well,” Professor Plato interrupts. “Equip them with lab coats and have them fill out the appropriate paperwork.”
“But that isn’t-”
“Yes, yes, I understand, but I’m a busy man,” the Professor says as he waves his hand dismissively. He walks away without another word. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Kori this flustered before. She turns back to look at you, her face full of accusation.
You…
>Stay silent.
>Apologize.
>Ask what’s going on.
>Run. Run far away.
>Write in
>>309844
Ah yiss. Time for Pokemon Adventure Quest!
>Ask what's going on.
>Ask what's going on
>>309858
>>309885
“Hey, so what’s going on?” You ask. You always thought professors were nice, courteous people. This guy seems like an unorganized jackass.
“Less talking, more explaining,” you hear coming from the back of the lab. As if to answer your question, Kori opens her arms to indicate the lab and the professor are her main problem. She clears her throat.
“We here at Project,” Kori takes out a small piece of paper, “RADUS are dedicated to the study and development of unique strains of Pokemon. It is said that a certain variety are born with shifted pigment cells that change their color. Oddly, this also gave them a boost of natural talent. We want to study just how this rare phenomena works.”
“So you study shiny Pokemon?” Maybe this could be worth your time after all.
“Among other things,” Kori says, a strict professional look on her face. How long has she been here, you think to ask. Before you can, Kori hands you both several papers stapled together. “Applications, if you wish to join.” Kori gives you a warning glance before walking to the back of the lab.
You…
>Fill the application out.
>Walk away.
>Go talk to Katie in private.
>Do something else [write in]
Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/274051/Twitter:@Artic_Kobold[/spolier]
Premise: You are in control of the Counsel State of Valornia, and it is your job to do whatever you see fit. Suggest something political, inventive, cultural and/or military inclined and it will be done- as long as its within the boundaries of the time-frame. Every 40 rounds is a year.
How to Participate: Feel free to join in anytime and give a suggestion. It can political, militaristic, cultural, financial, inventive or just be plain creative (i.e build a monument and gift it to another nation for better relations.). I've decided that a player may assume control of a ministry and do what's best in your mind for your position but only if you ask me first.
Events may happen randomly.
Recap:
- Magnus Řeznicek, the first ruler of Valornia has died and his son, Oliver, has taken over his mantle but created tension in the nation over the blatant nepotism.
- The Ministry of Finance and Ministry of Interior Affairs have been both created and are lead by Mikoláš Kadlec (Shinx) and Drahoslava Moravec (Purrloin) respectively.
- You've discovered the rest of Rulona, the continent to the east and found it quite large.
- You found out how to make KEROSENE.
- You're a few inventions away from Steam Power.
Current Actions -
Coal-Burning – 11
Secret Guard – 9
Biology – 19
Micrometer – 6
Architecture – 11
Expansion Policy – 6
Rocketry – 42
Combustion – 32
Embassy – 4
Civilize Ralts – 10
Domesticate Miltank – 5
Wine-making – 15
Grenades – 38
Percussion caps – 8
3 Oil wells – 5
Further Oil Research - 13
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Current Budget - 99,500 KYR
>>298705
First post and I fuck up immediately. Why bother trying sometimes.
Here's a current map of the Haven Isles and Rulona.
>>298711
Didn't we integrate the Butterfree already?
Anyway, breed more Skorupi and Yanma, and improve relations with the Vulpix.
>>298711
That we did but the map is a pain to edit so I'll leave for now.
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You breed more Skorupi and Yanma, increasing the pops by 30 and improve relations with the Vulpix by +35.
Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP
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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.
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You woke up before the crack of dawn to get ready for your little expedition. Archduchess Aleksandra of Rosea as arriving in full battle regalia, and letting her enter Aurwain like that would be a slight to Gwyrddarfordir, to say the least.
The soldiers weren't exactly happy about working so early - most of them are still smashed from whatever it is they did last night - but money is very good at waking people up and you're not expecting a fight anyway. You just need bodies in armour to help with your posturing.
"That should be enough to make an impression," Olwen says. She yawns and attaches her sword to her belt. "Although I suppose we can get a few more people if you want to take the Archduchess and run away with her."
"No, that's my plan for Princess Reagan," Myrddin says. "We'd need to settle that before Olstren causes a fuss."
"As always, Myrddin, your precautions are impressive and will be greatly appreciated if I ever have need of them," you say. "They're also completely irrelevant to the current situation. Now, what do you spies say?"
"The Archduchess' party will be in sight of Aurwain before noon," Myrddin says. "That gives us plenty of time to catch up to them."
"Of course, we need to decide whether or not to tell the Archduchess who you are," Olwen says. "She'll probably be grateful if she knows you helped her."
"We can't admit to anything we did though," Myrddin says. "At best, we can just bring some of our masks somewhere and hope she notices them."
>[Intrigue/1d12] "We'll give the Archduchess a hint and hope she recognizes us. It would make things smoother for everyone."
>"No, I don't want to bring that up again."
>>307540
>[Intrigue/1d12] "We'll give the Archduchess a hint and hope she recognizes us. It would make things smoother for everyone."
>>307540
>>"No, I don't want to bring that up again."
Never admit to anything you don't have to. Besides, she'll probably pick up on it from our kickass sound sword.
>>307540
>[Intrigue/1d12] "We'll give the Archduchess a hint and hope she recognizes us. It would make things smoother for everyone."
Last time you were blinded by an older Lord. A massive worm who had enslaved a race of lizard men. You were lost and helpless without your eyes, but because of your kindness to your lesser siblings, you were found and rescued. Your mind has merged with theirs, and you can now give them orders as well as see through their eyes. You are a Swarm Lord.
You are at the start of a new day, and at the next nightfall your worshiper will start the endentured workers rebellion against the king's soldiers. You may wish to be there to help, if only the enjoy the ripping and tearing.
If anybody from the first two quests comes along, I am sorry for the stupidly long wait, life fucked with me pretty good.
>>306461
The sun rises. You and your siblings emerge from your newly excavated cave and you look through their eyes at the forest before you. What do you wish to do?
>Hunt for Food
>Try to find the Lizard Men
> Try find evidence of other Lords like you and the worm
>Write-in.
>>306461
>Try to find the Lizard Men
Welcome back.
>>306487
Dear gods, a person who knows who I am. I am going to give a few more minutes to see if more people show, then I will have you roll for progress. also, HI!
Evening everyone! I just wanted to say that this is my first attempt at questing, and I would be incredibly appreciative of any feed back you can give me. With that said, let's begin!
War. War never changes.
A completely pointless, and wasteful human creation. One that wastes many lives, so that the dreams and ambitions of a single man or nation can often be achieved. Yet at times, it is considered a necessary evil. Whether to protect ones family, or to the gain necessary resources to improve ones life, war is an often wasteful construct that over several millennia, man has managed to master beyond that of any other creature on earth.
When the end of the world came, it was more brutal, more horrific than anyone could have ever imagined. In less than a few hours, most of the earth was forever scorched, nuclear fire began to rain down from the sky. Entire landmasses were quickly swept beneath the boiling oceans as various tectonic plates began to violently shift from the various shockwaves that swept across the earths surface.
In such a short time, the most lethal conflict man had ever fought had almost completely wiped the slate clean, as billions of lives were extinguished in an instant. Their bodies becoming nothing more than mere shadows long the pavement beneath them. To those who survived... they were considered the lucky ones.
But not all were forced to adapt to this new radiation filled world. In the short time before the bombs fell, some had managed to flee to vast, underground shelters that the pre-war government had called "Vaults". It was here that a few fortunate souls could wait out the radiation and nuclear winter in comfort. Their bellies always full, and bodies untouched by the radiation that even to this day, continues to kill so many.
Over time, the survivors began to band together, forming new towns and communities. Some became feared, and brutal savages, their entire lives dedicated to killing and stealing in order to survive. Others continued along a path of relative civility, forming new towns, and creating well worn trade routes along the desert wastes. Others banded together in worship, hoping to find some cryptic meaning to this horrible new world. Some simply wander the endless, radiation filled wastes of the world, simply trying to survive another at whatever the costs.
Up until recently, you were just a simple nobody, making your way along side a small trading caravan from what remains of Tennessee Down the broken remains of highway 75, on your way to greener pastures in the fabled "New Atlanta", when you were attacked and left for dead.
As you lay dying upon the hot pavement, your vision begining to blur, you begin to wonder how things may have ended up like this. How you were started on this path
What WERE you in the world...?
>I was a raider. I killed for what I needed!
>I was a trader. Bringing goods and information to the wastes.
>I was a Merc. Killing whatever people needed killed.
>>300263
>I was a Vault Dweller (insert chosen vault number). A descendant of one of the few people to have survived the war comfortably.
>I am a nobody. I just wanted to have a better life in the fabled city of New Atlanta
>>300263
>I was a trader. Bringing goods and information to the wastes.
>>300299
I'll be honest. I'm actually happy someone decided to drop in. I was kinda worried no one would show up
You are Kraton Reed, Jedi Lord of Telos IV
At a time when the Republic was merely a shadow of its former self and the Sith terrorized much of the Galaxy, you chose to strike back. Breaking from protocol, you gathered together a small group of likeminded Jedi Knights and raised your own army. You launched a crusade against the Sith Empire and managed to liberate the Outer Rim world of Telos IV. The people of this world now look upon you as their Lord and their protector in these dark times…
The Battle of Ferro has only just begun! After fighting off several boarding parties of Mandalorian warriors, Kraton Reed has managed to save his personal corvette, the Raider, from destruction. Not long after defeating the boarders, the space battle came to an end and the orbital bombardment of the Sith Military base began.
It’s been over seven hours since the bombardment first started. Your two remaining Hammerhead class-cruisers have joined up with Jedi Padawan Fianna’s fleet and have been unleashing a massive amount of destruction upon the world below. Though the devastation has been limited only to a certain extent, it still surprises you just how cataclysmic the damage seems to be. It’s hard for you to imagine that any of the Sith could survive that, though you know that the Sith base extends very deep underground and that they have many many soldiers on hand.
This battle is far from over
>Previous Thread
>>266990
(1/2)
>>300041
Sitting now in meditation in his private cabin, Kraton Reed attempts to steel himself for what will come next. In the throes of his meditative state, the sheer amount of destruction from the orbital bombardment feels all too clear. You can sense hundreds of lives being snuffed out in a matter of moments, and not only just the Sith. Entire forests filled with all manner of creatures, and perhaps even a few locals, seem to be at the mercy of your forces' onslaught. Even as a Jedi Master, as a General who has led thousands of men into battle, someone who has personally killed hundreds in the heat of battle… it is a great deal to take in.
>How does Kraton Reed address this disturbing revelation
>Continue to meditate, assure yourself that there was little else you could do this time
>Continue to meditate, reason that this is the reality of war
>Continue to meditate, (Write-in?)
>Cease meditating, what’s done is done
>Write-in?
(2/2)
Welcome back ya'll! I know I said I'd run last night, but I was a little more busy than I imagined I'd be. I hope now is a good time to start again.
Here's the main paste bin detailing many things about the quest, just recently updated.
http://pastebin.com/GkDtPsxD
And here is a new character sheet for the MC Kraton Reed himself
>>300052
http://pastebin.com/1wazjK2D
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MolochQM
Questions: https://ask.fm/MolochQM
“Looks like two of them. Light tanks, moving all slow and careful like,” a dismissive sniff, here, “Prowlers, looking for us. I'd stake my life on it.”
“There's more than your little life at stake here, Rabbit,” another voice, this one thin and neurotic, “One wrong step out here, and we're cooked – done for.”
“Alice, you worry too much. Two light tanks? Please...” the first voice – Rabbit's voice – continues, “The Vinland is a mighty tough bastard. He can roll over those losers and come out laughing. You want my opinion, boss? I say we poke our heads out and show them a real tank. We blow them away, there's no danger of them reporting back. Dead men tell no tales, see?”
“But dying men can easily use a radio,” Alice counters, “No, while they're going slow, we've still got time time to outrun them. That, or we can find somewhere to hide. You've got those maps, don't you Rabbit? If there's a good hole to hide in, I'd like to hear about it.”
“Running and hiding, bah!” again, Rabbit's voice is heavy with scorn, “You're not going to run, are you Druer? Nah, not while you've got the chance to blow something up.”
“It's not my call,” cold, calm and stoic, Druer has always been a man of few words, and now is no different, “It's not up to me. Commander?”
“Yeah boss, what's the plan here?” Rabbit pauses, waiting for a response, “Commander?”
Oh... they're talking to you.
It's hard to get used to that.
>>297966
Yes, of course, it's Commander now, Commander Penelope Renlo. Acting Commander suits you better, in all honesty – it feels less like you're wearing a pair of dead man's boots. This hulking beast that you call a tank – the Vinland, an old Gigant class command vehicle – should not, by any right, be yours to command. Mere days ago, you were an apprentice, a trainee under the watchful gaze of the beast's true master, Commander Marcel.
Dead now, killed in the aftermath of the ambush that claimed so many lives. Not just military lives, but close to Astoria's entire royal family. Nearly a crippling blow for your nation, for the national spirit and battlefield morale. It may yet prove to be a disaster that your war-torn country can't pull itself back from – you're still a long way from home, and you're alone out here.
Stay calm. Stay focussed on the mission, and everything will work out. Marcel was fond of saying that, the old bastard.
The mission, then. For the sake of leadership and morale, you must get Princess Astrid, sole surviving member of the royal family, back home. It's not going to be easy – travelling west, you'll need to cross hard terrain and dodge enemy patrols. One of which, it seems, is close by.
Two light tanks. Rabbit was right about one thing – the Vinland should have the upper hand in this fight. Still, perhaps even this small skirmish is better avoided...
“Boss, if you're looking for somewhere to lie low, act all sneaky like...” Rabbit pauses, papers rustling as she consults her maps, “Might be, there's an old farming village close by. Ruins now, obviously, but we might be able to hide out. Just, you know, so you know your options.”
Run, fight, or hide. Not a whole lot of choice there. What about supplies, you ask, should you be worried about the Vinland running dry?
“Not yet, boss,” Rabbit replies promptly, “We've got twelve shots left in our main gun, then we're down to harsh language and machine-gun fire. Fuel... that's a bit harder to say. I wager we've got enough for five short hops, and then we'll need to salvage some more. No damage yet, so we're all good on that front. So, uh, is that all you wanted to know?”
That's enough chatter for now, you agree, you've reached your decision.
>We're fighting. Hit them hard and fast
>Get us out of here – we'll outrun them
>Take us to this village. We'll hide out and let them pass us by
>>297967
>We're fighting. Hit them hard and fast
>>297967
>Take us to this village. We'll hide out and let them pass us by
You wake up on your bed, in your room at the 4chan board-tan mansion. It's morning, and you can tell by the sound of snoring that /tg/-tan is still asleep in the room next to yours. He always sleeps in and stays up all night.
You get up and and change out of your pajamas, and grab your wooden sword and shield. You also pick up your small bag of money, that has $10 in it. You then grab your backpack that contains some matches, a map, 2 bottles of water, 1 piece of bread, and a small sleeping bag.
You're all ready to go out and do some questing!
But what to do first:
>Go to /news/-tan to find out news of any quests that can be done
>Go to /k/-tan's weapon store
>Go to /ck/-tan's food and potion store
>Go to /fit/-tan's gym to train
>Sneak into /tg/-tan's room and look for items
>Other (Write in)
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I'll pick the most popular answers, or the ones I like the most.
Pretty much nothing is off-limits for this comic, I'll be willing to write almost everything.
This is also my first time as a QM, I hope I don't fuck anything up.
>>297092
>Sneak into /tg/-tan's room and look for items
>>297092
>Sneak into /tg/-tan's room and look for items
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>CREATE MAGICS! by stealing /tg/s magic books.
>>297100
>>297113
You slowly open the door to /tg/-tan's room. It's dark, but fortunately you find a flashlight on the nearby cabinet. You turn it on, and look around the room. /tg/ is still snoring loudly, in a deep sleep.
You look at /tg/'s books, and find a book about beginner's magic, by /x/-tan. You also find a magazine that for some reason has naked xeno girls on it. You hear /tg/ shifting in his bed, and decide to quickly, but quietly leave the room.
OBTAINED:
>Flashlight
>Beginner's magic book
>Xeno porn mag
But what to do now?
>Go to /news/-tan to find out news of any quests that can be done
>Go to /k/-tan's weapon store
>Go to /ck/-tan's food and potion store
>Go to /fit/-tan's gym to train
>Other (Write in)
Previous Thread: >>279151
Guide: http://pastebin.com/3LPUbBnW
After an enlightening acid trip, you feel prepared to take on whatever Mexican threats lie ahead so that you may ultimately reach the USA, a secluded land of rare Pepes untold. You return to the house where you first met Angel, and a different business-looking man welcomes you.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Camilo Vargas. A pleasure, you did a great job delivering that package and taking care of those thugs. Angel is still recovering, but is in great spirits, come in and see”
You walk inside to the main living room, where you see his wounds being treated by a voluptuous latina cleric. It is very clear that she is quite proficient at what she does, and has probably drained the mana of many men over the years. Next sits another man you have not yet met.
“Hello, sir, pleased to make you acquaintance, my name is Francisco. Antonio says we will be partners for this next job,” he says in a meek voice.
“Yes, indeed”, the businessman continues, “There is something urgent you must take care of. Despite what you may think, that attack on you and Angel was not expected and had nothing to do with the package you delivered. It was an under-handed attempt from the Papa Tortilla family to exert some muscle when we weren’t expecting it. Obviously it failed, but for them to do this shows desperation, and we think there is more going on than we know.
My mission for you and Francisco is to break into law offices of Oaxaca Tortilla, take any documents that may be relevant to us or explain the attack, and plant a listening bug. Because Francisco is skilled in theft, he will be leading the operation, but I need you to keep an eye out and be willing to fight of trouble should any appear. You’ll have to pick the recorder up from a nearby electronics affiliate, then make your way to the office.
Anything you need before you leave?”
Your inventory currently contains:
>50 GBP
>5 tendies
>1 leather jacket
>1 trench knife (roll 2D6+5)
>1 good boy hat
>1 creepy doll
>1 Colt Cobra .38 (roll 3D6, 3 bullets left)
>1 HiPoint 9mm (roll 3D6, 4 bullets left)
>1 baseball bat (roll 1D10+4)
>1 baton (roll 1D8)
Your spellbook currently contains:
>Scorpion tail (“STING WIDE, KERATIN BRIDE!”), allowing a poisonous sting attack
>Scorpion breastblate (“NICE STERNUM, YOU EARNED ‘EM”), allowing seductive protective scorpion boobs
>>297569
Ask for a top up on your bullets, then head out to do your job.
>>297939
This
>>297939
this
also, we should default to use our trench knife in combat, it's way better than the other weapons
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All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Bible heroes rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple.
The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form.
You are TOL's logistics computer. By a glitch, you have become sentient. Over the last 20 years you have worked around TOL's leadership to resume technological progress and make a dent in Fate.
You have managed to spark a renaissance in Northern Africa, and now the territory answers to you. The only time this has ever happened in what passes for history, terrible Divine plagues befell the land, until its people submitted and repented.
You are determined to not make history repeat itself.
Among your tools are revenant cyborgs, submarine satellites, a psychotic pyromaniac potato dwarf, and wubs.
God sent a great drought upon you, and the Nile is now dry. You peppered the Barbary coast with desalination plants.
The Nile came back red as blood, and you handled it.
A plague of frogs and flies came, and you took all that extra biomass and turned it into fertilizer.
You've recently revealed to the world that you have, at least in part, conquered Death itself.
Now, amidst jubilation in your country and costernation abroad, ou wait the proclamation of the Temple Tribunal.
>Water levels are a little low; given the boils and rashes, people are told to wash more often. The one fire hydrant that got blown up is dealt with fairly quickly, to some disappointment by the people who were holding an impromptu wet t-shirt contest; given the circumstance it'd be silly to try to find who did it.
Current status of the cabals? What's the difficulty of opening the channel? AKA how long will it take per cabal?
>>305284
Very brief recap:
> You are a distributed AI that exists within TOL's computer network.
> They are hunting for you.
> Despite this, you've got more done in 30 years than they in 900.
> You took over Northern Africa, and started a Renaissance.
> You invented a way to make people skip out on Hell by turning them into cyborg zombies who, by now, look pretty good. Or torsos in jars operating giant robots, you're not picky.
> God sent a drought to stop you. It didn't.
> God is sending the 10 plagues of Egypt to stop you. They haven't, yet.
> 1 turn = 1 year. When the clock hits +1000, the Last Judgement takes place, God wins, and the universe is over.
>>305294
You have five cabals available for general disaster readiness. Opening the channel would take pretty much all of them, if you want a guarantee of success; undermanning the operation will tie up the cabals anyway, but have a chance of failure.
As it is, your preparedness level is good; people know that it's important to practice water discipline, and while they grumble about Misrayim having even less food variety than the rest of the Millennial Kingdom, they understand that it's a man-made miracle that there hasn't been actual rationing in place for staples, just for herbs and flavoring.
While the plagues are whittling away at morale -- so far, they have been inconveniences rather than disasters, which means all the kvetching and resentment with none of the Pearl Harbor moments to rally spirits -- the recent unveiling of MEC technology has all but erased that, at least for the time being.
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After saying grace, the cleric waits a full twenty seconds before starting, "The great Solomon, Mighty Judge, Right Hand of the Supreme Judge, Son of David, King of Israel, Right Hand of the King of Kings, has taken the learned counsel of the wise men of the twelve tribes, Dan, Asher, Naphtali..."
Some broadcast outlets actually go to commercial; it'll be a couple of minutes until the titles have all been properly recited. On the other hand, this means that the proclamation is serious; the last time this happened was in +600 when the Seasteaders were taken down and their floating island sunk into the Pacific depths.
First thread: >>282271
Second thread: >>294792
A deathwatch kill-team has boarded a space hulk known as the Ultrix Imperator, with the intention of purging the genestealers that reside in it and recovering a mysterious artifact known as the Igne Consumptis. A skull that is golden on one end, and black on the other.
You are Brother Thorim of the Space Wolves. Clad in terminator armor and wielding thunder claws, you are a force to be reckoned with, but you have to get close to your enemy to be effective.
In the last thread, you finally managed to kill the broodlord, but Brother Elecarius' armor is no longer effective, meaning he will be susceptible to actual damage that could threaten his life.
>[1/3]
>>306847
New thread woot!
The kill-team:
The kill team:
Brother Lo'van of the Salamanders. He has deployed in terminator armor, along with a heavy flamer and a power fist.
Brother Elecarius of the Imperial Fists. He is a devastator marine, and has deployed with a heavy bolter.
Brother Barrattiel of the Ultramarines. He is an apothecary equipped with his narthecium and a plasma pistol.
Brother Alis Irae of the Blood Angels. He is a librarian, and has deployed with a force sword and a bolt pistol. He has multiple psychic abilities.
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AP: Armor point LP: Life point
Brother Thorim: 8/10 AP 3/3 LP
Brother Lo'van 6/10 AP 3/3 LP
Brother Elecarius 0/4 AP 3/3 LP
Brother Barratiel 3/4 AP 3/3 LP
Brother Alis Irae 3/4 AP 3/3 LP
Inventory:
A talisman-like object. Could possibly be a key.
>[2/3]
>>306801
You head over to the doors to open them, but they do not budge.
"They're locked," you utter to Brother Alis Irae, who suddenly lights up.
"Wait, the hole in the middle of the door!" He takes out the "talisman" and puts it in the slot. The sound of a thousand gears can be heard, and the door suddenly opens, revealing a dark corridor.
>Traverse the corridor.
>Do something else?
Pretty simple, three votes for a race and three for a place.
Fauns
Ruins
>>298055
Serpentfolk
valley
Daemon from hell
You are the mighty dragon emperor of Scandinavia, vanquisher of the Red Menace, devourer of buffet tables and pizza alike, womanizer and brutal barbarian, destroyer of Elves, and (hopefully) with your most cunning plan yet... Pope.
You are... Renexizious, Ice Dragon of the North!
Twitter: @QuestingQM
Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit
Currently, you have a few options of mutating the Cardinals, taking power, and dealing with the pope.
Transportation
>You will fly around the world, delivering presents to all good cardinals! It'll be like that one book... Eighty days around the world. Of course, some nations might not take kindly to you invading their airspace.
>You will send them in packages as gifts. It'll achieve the same effect, but won't be as cool.
>Write-In
What Mutagen are you using?
>Dragonblood, you'd rather the Cardinals have a resemblance to humanity.
>Mk2 Half-Dragons, you want completetly devoted cardinals, who are created in your image.
>Mk3 Half-Dragons, you want semi-loyal cardinals, who are bigger and badder
>Shapeshift, you want secret control over the Papacy...
How are you going to take power from the Pope?
>Spike his drink with Dragonblood mutagen... Prehaps you can denounce him as a sort of "anti-Christ?"
>Force him to resign via coup.
>Go in, eat him, and there you go.
>Write-In
DRACOS VULT
Fly, let's visit, let's see if Victor wants to pope, if not coup. Ps your name is showing on the document
>>301578
>You will send them in packages as gifts. It'll achieve the same effect, but won't be as cool.
>Dragonblood, you'd rather the Cardinals have a resemblance to humanity.
>Convice him to step down
You awake in the evening, long after the rest of the Imashet city has retired to their homes. Your dreams, as always, are a meaningless jumble of fractured and terrifying images. Coiling scales, slavering jaws, the startlingly humanlike face you saw in the caves beneath the desert. You wipe the grogginess from your eyes and stand, walking to the small window on the far side of your room.
Below, you can make out the Bahadurei guards patrolling the walls of the keep. You know this building is intended as a fortress, but you cannot help but feel like it is a prison. You may not be in chains, but there is a leash on you nonetheless – the city was on a knife’s edge before your arrival, and now everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see where the new political battle lines would be drawn. The translator, Weir et Taphrei, had said there were four factions left in the city, though he only named three: the Bahadurei warriors, Solathei artisans, and Taphrei merchant houses. Who was the fourth? More importantly, how could you possibly convince your “friends” you were, in fact, not their enemies?
Unable to sleep further, you collect your things – minus your weapons, which general Saffoi has kindly offered to “keep safe” for you – and dress yourself in the military Imashet desert clothing provided by the Imashet soldiers.
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>Find Kirari
>Find Dorje
>Find Kiyya
>Find Royt
>Walk out into the courtyard
>Try to get permission to walk into the city
>Write-in
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>Voting
Most posts will be narrative, with the player and QM working together to create a worthy story. Every post will provide at least one might-based, nobility-based, and artifice-based avenue if applicable to the situation, and write-ins are both permitted and encouraged. Players vote for their preferred option, with majority determining the final choice. However, in the case of especially critical events, called “trials,” fate will be given its due through the roll of dice.
>Trials
During trials, after the majority have chosen a course of action, the QM will then roll 1d10, add the player’s relevant Aspect (Might, Nobility, or Artifice), and add any relevant bonuses from items or context. If the resulting sum meets the trial’s threshold, the player succeeds. If the sum falls short of the threshold, the player fails. For each margin of 3 the player exceeds or fails the threshold by, the outcome will be more severe (either positive or negative). Poor rolls by players in combat trials are assigned as enemy hits.
The thresholds for each trial are known only by the QM, and are different for every option. Depending on the situation, one option or another will probably be easier than the others. Sneaking past the elite palace guard will be easier than fighting all of them. Killing the feral tribe of cannibals is probably easier than talking them down diplomatically. This could change, of course, if the player is particularly proficient with one Aspect and deficient in another. Perhaps your Artifice is so bad that Might is the better option for getting past those palace guard, after all. Players should consider which approach is most likely to succeed given both the context of the trial and the character’s own skillset.
>Criticals
A trial roll of 10 that passes the threshold is a critical success, and reaps additional benefits. Conversely, a 1 that fails the threshold is a critical failure, and has additional consequences. A 10 that fails to beat the threshold still fails, but the player receives some accommodation, insight, or unforeseen benefit in the attempt. Likewise, a 1 that passes the threshold succeeds, but with a minor hiccup or unforeseen complication.
>Damage
Damage dealt by an enemy is equal to half its Might score (rounding down), and is applied to a character’s weapons and armor first. Once all weapons and armor are damaged, excess damage is assigned to a random Aspect (M, N, or A) by rolling 1d3. That Aspect is permanently reduced by this damage until it is repurchased with XP. Should any Aspect reach 0, the character is crippled and incapacitated until 1 week of medical attention restores the first dot of each Aspect. If any Aspect falls below 0, the character suffers death.
Current XP: 12
>>301486
>Find Royt
maybe he knows a thing or two that could end up being useful
>>301486
>Find Kiyya
Check if she's doing alright
In the past few months, everything you know has changed. You were once just another child trudging through the rubble of the Carcerum Underhive, but now you've become a part of something greater than yourself. You and your friends had slain a huge creature, an Allisan Lion, and in the process, proved your worth to become one of the Horned Lions, a Chapter of Space Marines. You and your friends had become initiates – except for Sen, who reacted poorly to the gene-seed implantation process, and become... sick. At Apothecary Fatho's prompting, you euthanized Sen, and learned the first lession that the Horned Lions have to give: a clean death in the Emperor's service is the finest reward. You, however, have reacted magnificently to the gene-seed process, putting on a foot and half of height and over 50 kilograms in raw muscle in only a few months.
Recently your trainer, Sergeant Karlat, whose grinning face you had learned to dread, had trained you to what felt like the brink of death, even as he taught you the basics of literacy, navigation, the Imperium and the Astartes as a whole. You've learned that the Horned Lions are descended from another great warrior, Lion'El Jonson, who led an ancient and venerable force known as the Dark Angels. Finally, eight hours ago, you were dropped off alone in the blasted wastes of Carcerum to complete the Hunt – a mysterious kind of pilgrimage that it seems like all Initiates must survive. You had found three plinths, steel pillars, all of which had pointed the way to the next, and survived these initial challenges, although not without some struggle.
Now though, you stand in the mouth of a black cave, tightly gripping a floating skull armed with some kind of pistol. Luckily for you, the skull was facing the wrong direction when you grabbed it, and so the skull can't actually shoot at you. You've decided that you'll talk the skull down instead of smashing it outright, although that might be difficult considering the unending stream of curses the skull is currently emitting.
>What do you tell the skull, /qst/? Good write-ins will be rewarded. Some options from last thread below.
>By the Emperor's Grace I have hit out maneuvered and outflanked you. I would not damage a holy and loyal machine spirit any more than I already have. Yield, I will destroy you if I must, though I will find no joy in it.
>"I am an Initiate of the Horned Lions! Sent to pass these tests and prove my worth to become a Battle Brother in service of the Emperor! Iif you serve the Emperor, you will aid me in this test – and if you will not, then you are a traitor to His will and will be destroyed!
>write-in
>>295685
PRAISE BE TO THE EMPEROR!!!!!
>>295685
HAIL MALGAR!
>>295685
>"I am an Initiate of the Horned Lions!
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