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>Your job as a maid and assassin is simple; Protect the young master from the shadows, and be the best maid you possibly can.
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As the four left the stairs, the lights came on. What they had just walked into was a living room. The four spread out as the door sealed shut behind them. Karin pointed towards a hallway on one side.
“That leads to the kitchen. If any of you are hungry, I'd suggest grabbing something to eat. Where we're headed next is cold and will sap your energy.” The girl walked the opposite direction. The old man reloaded his pistol and headed towards the center corridor as the cook went for the kitchen. He'd probably end up fixing a meal. Elisabeth chose to follow the girl to the showers, still not sure if she could be trusted.
“Sorry about the way I reacted. It wasn't the right reaction towards someone who had just saved one's life. I hope you understand.” The girl spoke first as they reached the rooms. She pulled open a door to a white room, walking inside. Judging by how she walked to a dresser and pulled out clothes, this was her room. Folding the clothes over her arm, she walked out and continued talking. “You're the...'maid', right? You were an object of great interest to Johannes, you know. He spoke highly of your abilities, your potential as a subject. He regretted not being able to form a team with Adam Vermilion, to bring out the full strength of all the Vermilion staff. So he took it a step further. That's the reason I was afraid of you.”
Elisabeth listened silently as the girl spoke. Johannes, the scientist, had wanted her? That was terrifying in a way. How long had he been monitoring the woman? How much did he know? She looked down, as she thought about it. In retrospect, how long had the man been watching the mansion? She had only been here for a year, so how many years had the scientist been trying to steal the young boy's life? She glanced up in time to run into the girl. She had begun taking off her clothes, so Elisabeth didn't get blood on her uniform. Karin glanced back and noticed Elisabeth's distracted look. “Don't worry. Johannes won't try anything tonight. He reserved this night completely for the three of you, and Adam Vermilion in particular.”
“I have to ask, Karin.” Elisabeth steeled her voice, grip tightening on her rifle. “Why did you agree so readily to the old man's requests?”
“It's simple, really.” The girl turned, revealing white skin marred by dozens of scars. She walked forward, placing her hands on Elisabeth's shoulders. Smiling softly and speaking in a quiet voice. “He wouldn't dissect me dozens of times in an attempt to isolate what made me immortal, would he? He wouldn't roast me alive and cut my limbs from my body to see if they would regrow, right? He wouldn't crush my body to see if the nerves and destroyed tissue would rebuild, right? This might seem like a gift. To Johannes, it's a science project. One without a mind, feelings, or pain. I almost wished I could die, just to escape that hell. Being offered a way out this easily, I'd be insane not to take it. You know what I mean?”
Elisabeth was silent, as the girl smiled softly and stepped closer. Karin closed her eyes and puckered her lips as if to kiss the woman. The maid wasn't prepared to stop her and just prepared to let it happen.
“Traitor.” A simple, short sentence crossed the air, as a short, tan woman spoke. Elisabeth tried to step back, as Karin's eyes widened. The maid felt the air shift and forced herself to move faster. As she pulled pack, she had to watch Karin get pulled off her feet and slammed into the shower wall. As the girl hit the wall, she exploded, splattering the wall with blood, gore, and organs. The girl fell to the floor with a meaty thump as the tan girl began walking forward. “Trash like this must be disposed of. My name is Grace, and I'm here with an offer. Join Johannes and I won't crush you like trash.”
Karin took a shuddering breath as her body began healing. The tan girl didn't even glance over, as another, heart-rending crunch splattered even more blood through the air onto the walls and floor. Elisabeth couldn't see the body through the shower wall, but could only imagine how damaged the girl's body had been. She bit her lip, as Grace stared at her with no change in emotion. Her hand tightened around the rifle. How would she get through this?
>roll 1d100
Rolled 78 (1d100)
>>353639
I really hope this works.
Rolled 61 (1d100)
>>353639
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, celebrated his birthday, was punted by a giant and has had an interaction with one particular Kardassian agent. Now, he attempts to put on his pants.
http://pastebin.com/W5vqnRBU (Character Sheet)
http://pastebin.com/3LPDLd9u (NPCs)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=lost+island
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Lost%20Island
https://twitter.com/TrickQM
“Alan,” you inform her.
“Arka,” Arka responds in turn, unaware you already know her name. And then she strides pridefully from your tent.
You put the quarterstaff down and make sure you're actually alone now. Once you feel you have privacy you get up and throw off your blanket. You begin to put on your clothes, starting with your shirt.
Just as you begin to pull it over your head, you hear the sound of footsteps running towards your tent. Shit, not enough time.
You toss the garment aside and grab your quarterstaff, ready for whoever wants to fight a spatially disoriented naked man. Rowe bursts through the tent flap in a hurry, carrying a tray with food and a bowl of water on top of it. She stops, frozen in shock as she sees you ready for combat.
You lower your weapon and relax at the sight of her, relieved at that one conundrum solved rather quickly.
(Alan . . . are you alright?)
(Yeah. Thank The Great Will you're here.)
Rowe walks over and places the tray on a makeshift table inside your tent. She carefully walks over to you: still tense, alert and on edge.
(I just saw Arka walk out of your tent.)
(Yeah. She –)
SMACK
Rowe slaps you across the face. You grab your cheek. “OW!” you shout, equal parts pained and offended. You look back to Rowe, then down at your nudity. You look at your girlfriend like she's acting like a lunatic because she is.
(You can't possibly think I was cheating on you! Last I was conscious I was fully clothed so somebody else stripped me down. I don't even know her.)
“What?” Rowe utters that out loud, surprised. (I thought she might have cast some mind control spell on you and was preemptively slapping you out of it.)
(. . . Oh. Alright then.)
SMACK
Another slap across the face. “OOOOOWWWW!”
(Let me guess. That one was for almost getting myself killed.)
(Actually, still just wary of mind control. Being extra cautious.)
(Does slapping someone even work to free them from a mind control spell?)
Rowe shrugs. (Dunno. Worth two attempts. Maybe even three.)
You give her a death glare. She laughs. (Alright. Alright. Let me apologize.)
She slips her arms around you and you kiss. Deeply. Her hands roam the newly formed muscles etched into your back, delighted sounds of discovery escaping her lips and you feel the overwhelming urge to dip your own digits you have wrapped round her waist a tad south. You realize you should probably stop now before you end up getting too involved in the moment.
And you also want to distract yourself slightly from the . . . illuminating(?) fact that those slaps didn't really do much to combat your own personal pitched tent.
You end the kiss and pull away from your lover.
(Alright. What happened after I was pulverized by that Hill Giant?)
Rolled 81 (1d100)
Rowe sighs. (I healed you as best I could, but you were pretty beat up. I'm not the most proficient magical healer and no one in Zar'kov's tribe is much better. So I put your unconscious body on Tornado and we rushed here into the mountains where the Mountain Rider Tribe is currently camped.)
(You've been recuperating here while I've been applying my best efforts at accelerating your recovery for the past two days. Jungle elf and The Stealthy One have been here for a while before us. Apparently Kardas has gifted the Mountain Riders a lot of guns as a sample of what a potential alliance betwixt the two might bring the natives.)
(The two Imperial agents are here as diplomats or something while they negotiate. There were . . . heated tensions when we all first arrived.) Rowe admits, her cheeks flushing rosy.
(But Zar'kov quickly brought order to the situation. We're on neutral ground for the time being. So no turning Arka into a pincushion and no assassination attempts from the ghost. And . . . that's about it.)
>Alright Alan, what first? (write-in)
>>352497
Can we take anything from the hill giant as a commemorative trophy?
Also, may want to tell Zharkov about the incident in the forest and ask what the hell is going on.
Afterwards, ask if we can have one or two of the rifles as a subject of study.
Welcome back to Zone Quest.
LAST THREAD: >>339649
Last time we:
>Entered the zone
>Encountered a town
>Killed some bandits
>Ate some bread drenched in vodka.
Will continue in the next post
>>356401
The trader says goodbye to you as you exit the door. You are now outside.
>>356411
Lets go hunt some zippers. Lets start heading south.
>>356426
You and the gang head south. Alpha speaks up and says "I know these parts. This is SKAT territory. I've had some dealings with them in the past and I don't want to deal with them again. I'll stay back at the town for now."
You and Eco continue, and you both see an encampment, with men in black uniforms talking to eachother.
What do you do?
With the GoT dnd/risk threads being made on a regular basis, why not try our hands into building a proper House/Lord and maybe have someone make a quest out of the result. It worked, more or less on /tg/.
Anyone up for it? Here's most of the books that are used on the thing.
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/6sar1o14399xv/SIFRP
1st a realm must be chosen, I'll need a 3d6 for that. The Mountain of the Moon(the Vale) and the Crownlands aren't up for grab, too much Houses created on /tg/ in the Vale and the Crownlands already have a quest running there.
The Reach/Arbor have also a quest there but Karban has been dead long enough for it to not cause problem.
Rolled 1, 5, 1 = 7 (3d6)
Rolling
>>355742
We Reaver now!
We're a bunch of dog's living in a forest
Dubs or first three votes decides what we do.
>Hunt for food
>Scout
>Mate
>Figure out how to use tools with our mouths
>>351829
>>Figure out how to use tools with our mouths
>>351829
>Figure out how to use tools with our mouths
This first.
>>351829
>Hunt for food
What's the difference between a french league player and an onion?
>>361473
Fuck you, Ronaldo.
>>361473
The onion stands still while you run it over.
It is very dark here. Hardly anything can be seen.
Please recommend an action.
>>357356
Press the button.
Yay, um, KISS TOM!
>>357356
Press the button.
Welcome to Grand Politics a game where you control a modern nation. Your choices alone will determine what will become of your nation. Will it get conquered and banished into the annals of history? Or will it leave an ago old legacy on the whole galaxy?
World Backstory
After the year 2016, tensions grew across the world when Trump was elected as the President of the United States. Opposite to many peoples claims, that he is just acting like a fantatic to gain support through populism, he actually turned out to be a fanatic lunatic. He did many radical changes in USA and eventually conquered Canada while she was in the middle of an unexpected civil war. China, seeing NATO's, greatest member distracted like that, started a war with Russia.
However, Russia had forged a lasting alliance with Israel during 2017, when ISIS had all but conquered the countries from the Colden Crecent. War was tough on both China and Russia and eventually they settled on ceacefire, each one giving something up and gaining some. During all of those wars European Union fell into a mid-life crisis. Wanting to be able to contend with the new politcal landscape, they decided to begin forming a brand new European Identity in its citizens. However that idendity was hegemonized by western influence and thus eastern European countries decided to form their own Union instead.
As treaties were violated left and right in the whole world, the Antarctic Treaty had also lost its meaning. Fearing WW3 for Antarcica, brightes minds over the world came together and founded the Antarctic Coproration to utlilize the potential of Antarcica without the continent being in any one country's control.
During that confusing time, something in Australia went very wrong and 10th wave feminists usurped the covernment and instituted a new form of government they themselves coined and "femicracy". Seeing all this lunacy happening, the South Eastern Island nations decided to unify themselves to better protect themselves. So did many other regions in the world.
Game rules will be explained in the next post.
Where to find information about the gameworld?
http://earth2020.wikia.com/wiki/Earth2020_Wikia
Overview
You as a player can join this grand campaign at any time. To join the game, you must choose a gamemode. There are two different gamemodes:
>Gamemode 1 - the regular gamemode in /qst/, where people vote and write in at what to do with the collective country.
>Gamemode 2 - a gamemode that is more popular in /tg/, where an anon controls one country alone.
Both gamemodes will function together in parallel. To join gamemode 1, one doesn't have to do anything. One just has to chime in on the discussion in what to do with the country.
To join gamemode 2, there has to be a vacant country left in the gameworld. Best way to join into gamemode 2 is just say you want to join gamemode 2 and I as GameMaster will provide further details in reply.
Rules:
1.Keep it realistic. While moderating realism I will try to be fair.
2.Researching technologies must be incremental. This means that you can improve your technology small step at a time.
3.Be realistic with building and producing stuff. (For example, you can't produce 10 million tanks in one month).
4.There are no limits on weapons you can use. (Nukes, biology, chemical). Just remember that great weapons have great outcomes for your target, yourself and everyone else.
5.Large scale change in your nation must also be incremental like with technology. For example you can't turn your republic into communit state in a month.
6.GameMaster has the power to void any action. As a GameMaster I will void stuff that does not fit the rules or break the game.
7.One project per turn.
8.One turn has passed each time I write an update post.
But how do I actually play?
This is a freeform RPG. You can do anything if you find the words to write it down with. Explaining and creativity is key here. But to give a few rough pointers. You can advance your technologies. You can take upon yourself a mighty construction project. You can hold reforms and issue edicts in your government. However there is one limitation. You are limited to one project in turn. And yes, a war is considered a project aswell.
At the beginning all countries have same military power and I will do some blackbox GameMaster magic to simulate wars between countries.
Already claimed Gamemode 2 countries:
Roman-Balkan Federation
Antarctic Corporation
North Atlantic Federation
Greater South East Asian Co Prosperity Sphere
United States of North America
Gamemode 1 country:
Eastern European Bloc
Let's Begin!
ayyy
>>348749
I have the right to claim this nation-state because I created it? Is that this works?
The heavy doors open raucously with the sound of metal grinding against metal. This close to the magma generator the air hits your face like a hot brick, all molten mica and schist.
You jump off like a lightning strike and hold yourself against the railing of the platform. You have one hand desperately grasping your mouth shut, trying to hold your breakfast down. You hate lifts.
“Careful out there, miss. These caverns aren’t as safe as they used to be.” The operator seems unconcerned by your nausea. He must have seen it a hundred times, the old sod.
“Oh, and remember to stick to your left. The roads down the shellian plains were closed so you have to go through the plateau.”
That’s news, but he sounds honest enough. Still, you have little to fear from a cripple.
>Get going. You have hours of hiking ahead of you.
>Ask about the trade routes to the south. Why are they closed?
>Tip the old servant. He has it rough, what with the melding and all.
>He has been terribly rude, considering you are trueborn and noble. Leave immediately.
>Other?
>>356356
>Get going. You have hours of hiking ahead of you.
You go down the stairs to the gate and find it open and unguarded, unsurprisingly. All the stops have been devoid of any movement and you rode that lift by yourself almost the whole way.
What happened to your family’s estate that it has become so desolate? After you received message of your mother’s death you came running, dropping all your studies in the process, but to find this place like this is painful. Maybe they are in mourning? Your mother was respected and well liked by everyone, it isn’t uncommon for her servants and family to mourn deeply shortly after her passing.
As you step outside through the archway bridges that connect the passway you grow more worried. You don’t see any sign that anyone has ever come down this lift for a really long time now. Perhaps the operator mentioned that at some point, but you were too lost in thought to pay attention.
Only when you step outside the complex that you finally catch a glance at one of your mother’s people.
A servant, probably a quartermaster. He wears those drabs the common folk do and wields a simple low quality weapon. He didn’t notice you arrive as he’s in the motions of inspecting some barrels.
>Call his attention and wave him over.
>Imperiously demand the man give you his undivided attention.
>Just walk past him and get going. You don’t know him and don’t care to.
>Sneak up on him. You always had a predatory streak.
>Other?
>>356420
>Call his attention and wave him over.
Sure is taking a while for people to enter.
I'll take red
That small area at the bottom of the continent
>A Hard Place
I will be orange, name me Sunny D
Place me in melbourne
You live in a shitty and poorly drawn apartment block. You have woken up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.
what do?
>>353031
I must agree with Q5, crossover immediately for no apparent reason.
>>353083
And now or a legit suggestion.
Open the box.
Finally, You have amassed enough credits and proof to arrange a meeting with Luskar X-E. You wanted to proof their existence
You accessed your record Myli-drive for the 28th time this hour, you can't fuck it up. While your somewhat expenisve Hyron v2.9 predicted a 0.9% chance of success, you still had some hopes in claiming this day as a day to open the eyes of every Lonic.
Other Lonics of high charge decided to witness what might be your folly; this Kzetwork had little source of entertainment....everything has been already done for hundreds of time. Your words would be a refreshed in this mundane span of existence. Whispers, smirks and even laughs resonated behind your back as you stood against the Luskar herself, a monolith of database and the prime node of this Kzetwork.
The tradition dictates that a lower node such as yourself would give a prime node a percentage of your charge, the very thing that define you as a sign of respect to one of the oldest Lonics ever existed.
Problem was, none knew how much this percentage was. More percentage means that the prime node would be more willing to hear your words.
Nevertheless, you bowed before her, extending a cord from your very core, you gave her....
>1% of your charge
>2% of your charge
>5% of your charge
>None, your discovery will garner her respect for sure.
>>359531
>>1% of your charge
>>359575
The prime node looked at you with disdain as she sapped you charge. Words echoed behind your ears, all against you.
"Speak." Luskar applied one of her low-charge consuming personality matrices. You somewhat expected that after providing a minimal charge to the prime node. It was a sign of disrespect from her side as well.
>Who is the first Lonic ever existed?
>Prime node, ever wondered who or what created us?
>Prime node, I came here after months of research. I have something that might crumble the very foundation of our believes should it be accepted by you.
>Mighty Luskar, I am here to question the validity of our database... I might be one step closer to unravel a shocking truth...
>>359604
>>Mighty Luskar, I am here to question the validity of our database... I might be one step closer to unravel a shocking truth...
http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/50973296/NotQuesty-s-Quest?offset=480
just in case the thread on /vp/ dies
Old Thread >>356255
After a broken sleep through some horrid
fever dreams you awaken. The near dead lamp
flickering like the passing events of a life
left to apathetic thought. like a automation of mankinds design you reach for a bottle of Prolex to find nothing to reach for.
violent shaking and fear takes you and you begin to sweat profusely with only one
thing on your mind.
A) Start to sob uncontrollably
B) Try to take hold of your problem
B) Try to take hold of your problem
>>359149
get up and punch the wall
>>359149
>B) Try to take hold of your position
Last time on Time Journal Quest (formerly known as Reborn Quest):
Starman, a weak and pitiful high school student attending the elite private Crunnoose Academy, received a mysterious text message from his future self, telling him that he would kill himself in 3 years.
Following the instructions in the text, Starman found a journal buried in his backyard. The journal contained information about the Starman's own future and was seemingly sent back in time to help him prevent his own suicide.
After reading some of the journal and seeing what a pitiful creature he would become, what wonders would await him in the future (love and companionship and cowardice) and having confirmed the veracity of the journal, Starman
vowed to change himself and his future.
Starman put the book back on his desk and went to sleep. His thoughts drifted to what he had read, and he was disgusted. How could he be so selfish and cowardly? How could he turn a blind eye to someone who had suffered as he had suffered? And one who he would come to love so deeply? It made him angry, but also curious.
In the morning he made sure to carry extra change with him, for the solicitor on the bus. It would be the first real test of the journal. He moved through the work day in drawn out drops of time, not paying attention to what he did or those around him, but focused only on the journal and the broken change in his trouser’s left pocket. The day went without incident.
Then he boarded the bus and waited. And waited. And on cue, there he was, soiled and shit-smelling and blind. He stumbled from passenger to passenger and when he stopped at Starman, Starman dropped his change into his cup.
“G’blessyou. G’blessyou.” He turned away and then turned back, sharply arching his neck to make his eyes level with Starman’s. He stared. Starman stared back. The journal was right, it was as if the blind man could see Starman. And the bus stopped and the blind man smiled at Starman and got off. Strange. But, the journal had been right!
Starman felt the excitatory chemical reaction ignite his organs, his heart sped up, he began to sweat, his mouth went dry, he trembled. Here was a chance to change himself! Here was the opportunity of a billion lifetimes! Through the journal, he could tiptoe around his failures. He would not die. He would flourish!
He tried to remember the next event that was written in the journal. July 28th. Before that was July 5th, which was today. On July 28th he would begin reading the Iliad and consider getting a present for Turtle’s birthday instead of his laptop. The book seemed important, so he went over to the library instead of heading straight home and checked it out.
>He decided not to buy a present and save for the laptop instead
>He decided to still buy the present and bear the beating he would receive from Burly
>He decided to spend the remaining few weeks thinking up and executing a plan to hurt and embarrass Burly
>He decided to spend his savings on a weightlifting set and train his body for the rest of the summer
Previous thread: >>331959
>>355689
>>He decided not to buy a present and save for the laptop instead
No need to get crazy, lets just try to avoid the bad ends.
