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Welcome to Banished Quest!
You take the role of a young mage labeled a criminal by his people and cast out into the wider world. In the last thread you resigned yourself to the role of a prophet, read a book, and had a chat with a friend.
It is currently the 1st of Yuddha, in the year 936 NH.
Character Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/8wLGz3HQ
Inventory:
http://pastebin.com/9mxDQn7N
Companions:
http://pastebin.com/tWc3Zjje
Spellbook:
http://pastebin.com/Tu1sVEnQ
Runic Library:
http://pastebin.com/7zQt9XLy
Current Missions:
http://pastebin.com/rzD5PPsU
Dice:
http://pastebin.com/nhswziq6
Magic:
http://pastebin.com/aYPzn0aU
http://pastebin.com/2iHKTQTS...
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As you exit into the hall alongside your friend and companion, Profectus' voice draws your attention away from the servant nervously watching you out of the corner of her eye. "You know, Mik. Speaking of forms of magic which aren't easily categorized-"
"We probably shouldn't speak of them so openly in public, I agree." You cut him off before he's able to publicly declare you've revived enchanting or name you a master of lost arts which seldom few know existed in the first place. He glances towards the servant, a nod his only...
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You fall into a comfortable silence following that conversation. Your walk through the castle is brief and uninterrupted. For some reason most of the servants seem to be actively avoiding you, one going so far as to duck into a slave's passage the very moment you stepped into the hall. You don't really consider your new appearance that frightening, and your companions don't seem to mind it either. Granted your group of friends probably aren't a good metric by which to judge the opinions of the wider populace. Especially considering that half of them cling to the societal mores of a civilization long dead.
You emerge into the courtyard to find Darzi already waiting for you, dressed in loose fitting pants and having forgone a shirt in favor of a simple cloth wrap around her breast. You allow yourself a moment to admire her as she moves through the ninety-three forms of Marsala Ve. It's strange to think that only a few months ago, seeing her bare this much skin would be unthinkable. So insecure was she regarding her scars. Now she wears the scattered collections of puckered flesh which crawl their way across her forearms as badges of honor.
Then you realize that Profectus is admiring her in much the same way you are, and jealousy rears its ugly head. You remind yourself that he likely isn't aware of the relationship between the two of you, and that Darzi would never debase herself with an elf, but it bothers you nonetheless.
“You should probably stretch, Mikhael.” Darzi's voice serves to remind you why you're here. She currently stands posed upon one foot, her other stretched nearly vertically in the air. “I don't plan on treating you gently.”
With a reluctant sigh you remove your cloak and fold it neatly, setting it aside for the time being. Then you take up your position at the opposite end of the courtyard and begin to run through your own forms. Where as Darzi moves through each stance slowly and methodically, every muscle carefully controlled, you tend to prefer more explosive burst of movement. After all in actual combat you're not going to be lightly tapping your opponents.
Profectus takes a seat on the rim of a fountain, watching passively while he enjoys that flatbread wrap creation of his. “You know,” He pauses to swallow his mouthful of meat and bread. “I never quite understood why you Samjan have to get all theatrical with your combat. We never did anything nearly this elaborate in training. Just had some wicker shields and wooden swords and we'd beat the crap out of each other.”
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“Perhaps that is why the soldiers of Rhynia are infamous for their inability to act independently.” Darzi shoots back, her arm gliding slowly forward as though to strike with the elbow. “You are not trained to fight as an individual but as a group. A philosophy with its own benefits and drawbacks, but one which we have never shared.”
Prof finishes off the last of his breakfast before offering a reply. “Well it certainly served us well, considering we conquered nearly the whole of Northern Hiacia. Personal skill doesn't matter much on a battlefield, after...
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After the reform the Priesthood decided to give our Faith a new label, a name by which everyone can recognize it.
Previously it was just there, we didn't really care about distinguishing it from other beliefs, but the more time has passed on and the more fanatics we have met, the more apparent it became to us, that in a world full of people who try to force their Gods on us, that it is not only just, but necessary for us to do the same.
Thus, the priesthood came to the conclusion that our believers are henceforth known as Sarilists.
Because of our faith in...
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>>185244
Expand in India, if successful maybe try to absorb our military focused Indian ally and give them a important role in our military.
>>185303
do you really think it's a smart idea to just never stop expanding?
>>185318
Smart? Maybe.
Fun. Definitely.
A few weeks pass, the farmhouse now considered haunted, as two families where reported missing, their last known location being the house itself, now shut away from the public, and its secret, growing and festering inside the silo, prodigy itself cocconed, waitting for it's young to emerge from their eggs
one of the larger, more sucessfull eggs got gifted the same free will as it's parent, the prodigy
still a larva, how will the second generation prodigy evolve itself, to become even deadlier than its parent?
Previous thread, and its story
>>181070
>>185560
It gains the ability to attack similar to a mantis shrimp punch allowing it to devastate enemys and the environment.
>>185567
The simple zerg larva grows a pair on it's upper body, two compressed bony structures, able to flick out and strike it's prey with incredible armor-shattering force,
the new organ is mounted on the middle of its chest area
Hello one and all, and welcome to Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc Quest. A quest inspired by the incredibly weeaboo series Dangan Ronpa. You like killing games like Battle Royale? You like Murder Mysteries? You just might enjoy this quest! (I make no guarantees though.) This quest is set at the prestigious Yggdrasil Academy International, where a mysterious set of circumstances unfold.
Yggdrasil Academy is a prestigious boarding school catering to a specific set of secondary school students gathered from four countries: The United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, and the...
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DAY 5: END
DAY 6: BEGIN
It seems you dozed off at your desk, penning the final copy of your masterpiece of a script. Checking the clock on your wall you notice that it's 8 AM. You're late for breakfast! You shower and dress in a matter of mere minutes and charge out the door. When you arrive at the dining hall, there's no one there. Of course, that makes sense. After all, the others met up for breakfast an hour ago. They're probably somewhere around here. Of course, you haven't eaten yet...
>What...
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>>197071
Grab an apple, do a little monologue of being late and look for your friends.
>>197071
Eat some pop tarts
Welcome to Reality Quest! You are a student with a head full of clouds and a passion for adventure. You just waved goodbye to your family as they drove off, leaving you in a town you have never entered before. You are told it is called Heber City.
Eventually, you'll need to make it to the city of Fort Collins, but you had better get your bearings and make preparation to leave first.
What do you do first?
Guidelines:
- Everything is real here. I can't draw, so it's easier this way.
- Legal and ethical actions have a higher chance of keeping...
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>>196613
Look in mirror so we know our gender, looks, etc.
Also, why are we here?
>Look in mirror so we know our gender, looks, etc.
You have no mirror, but perhaps a sideways photo will do. You are an average-looking guy about 20 years old. You have been cursed with poor eyesight, so you wear glasses. You are told that adventurers wear Edgy Black Shirts.
>Also, why are we here?
Ever since you can remember, you have yearned for adventure and the feel of the open road. D&D taught you that it's really not that hard, and you get lots of gold along the way! And it feels right....
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>>196651
What's in our inventory and backpack?
lets write a commercial
5s 4s and 9s decide namebonus points if you use a name and pitch it to me like you are aspiring to be a big shot hollywood writer but really you're just a intern
>>193273
Girlfriend in a can
>>193295
girlfriend in a can
i dunno, but i kinda like it we might stick with it what are the side effects?
7s 2s and 0s decide
>>193305
Loss of income, allergies to cans, and uncontrollable flatulence.
You are a robot. You have recently come into possession of an airship through slightly less than legal means. The wind is blowing strongly. If you were a human, it would be blowing romantically through your hair. You don't have a compass, nor do you know how to fly an airship. What should you do? Write-in is always an option.
>Pull the first lever you see
>Kidnap someone who knows how airships work
>>195894
>Kidnap someone who knows how airships work
A female please
>>196109
This
>>196109
>Kidnap someone who knows how airships work. Preferably female.
You look out over the side of the airship and examine the port. This port is used for both airships and traditional marine ships and there is a very active market. Basing your decision on analysis of their facial structure, bust and clothing; you judge that you can see several human females within close distance of you.
>Human female #1
>~Age: 16 years...
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Recap:
You're a Biotech student and Bot-battle enthusiast who has awoken in a post-apocalyptic world, were you're last normal human alive. Other species of Homo Sapiens now populate the planet.
- The "beautiful" Nymphs: Descendant of the rich crowd who favored gene-modding themselves, and therefore, have survived the biological warfare and artificial diseases without needing to depend on treatments.
- The stoic and strong Titans: Descendants of Super Soldiers, mass-produced superhumans to be used in the war.
- The...
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>>193238
You knew that the Red Witch was going to trade off Tizona - the only weapon that could kill a Witch, to someone from 'Glitter Island', which was guarded by the Nalcor - a gigantic mech who is stranded on the island.
The problem with Glitter island was that Nalcor. Apparently, Glitter Island got that name from the graveyard of mechs that surround it, enemies which the Nalcor had defeated.
But why would the Red Witch want to sell off the only item that can kill her, given her obsession with...
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Flamel's didn't work out?
You are Dvorak Thunderbutt, a blacksmith living in Drump City.
You are currently in a store named Dido's Crap, trying to buy some soap to clean off Potato Sack Jerry, an old vub berry junkie who is squatting in an abandoned mine you'd like to start mining. He is stinking up all the ore! Nobody wants stinky metal.
You are looking at the soap selection. Currently, Dvorak is thinking about getting the Duck Soap since it's gentle on the eyes and it might keep PSJ from going berserk.
What should she do?
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Rolled 18 (1d20)
>>184063
Get industrial soap, upgrade it to +2, get fancy soap. Wash him with the industrial stuff first to get the smell thoroughly off and then fancy him up with the expensive stuff.
>>184063
Grab the duck soap and check for some shampoo.
>>184063
How much money do we have left?
It is April 16th, 2011. It’s been three days since The Undersiders robbed a bank on the other side of town. But that's not your story. Not your problem. Quite frankly, you’ve got better things to worry about than what some new gang is up to. You are:
A student, attending a fairly prestigious university in Brockton Bay.
A wageslave, working for a nondescript company, in a nondescript office, at a nondescript cubicle.
A bum, living off the street.
Other?
>>197007
>You are:
Currently wondering why you have a copy of this thread up on /tg/ as well.
>>197019
Mainly because I posted it, then realized that there was a quest board.
>>197007
>A wageslave, working for a nondescript company, in a nondescript office, at a nondescript cubicle.
Bob is wanted for a crime he didn't do, all because of his doppelganger! He has:
RIFLE AMMUNITION x35
PISTOL AMMUNITION x55
WATER x3
GAS MASK x1
RIFLE x1
PISTOL x1
A Guard hears a sound nearby of Bob. The guard is going to Bob. What does bob do?
>>193197
Bob equips his pistol and shoots the guard.
>>193197
shoot the guard
>>193197
bob lovingly caresses the guard
This is the continuation of a written quest.
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>Your tribe was massacred by raiders. Only a few of you managed to escape with your lives.
>Since then you gathered more people and came to settle in a new land.
>Over a year has passed, with great strides made and a respectable amount of progress.
>Now you are in a position where you pay regular tribute to a larger tribe for protection, regularly trade with the other nearby small tribes when you can, and seem to have attracted the attention of raiders.
>All the while you continue to advance, and deal with such problems as tribal demographics, religious quandarys, and keeping secrets.
Knowing all this, how do you proceed?
>Continued with relevant information.
In total your tribe is 16 people of various groups and backgrounds, living out of a wooden fort built around a cave, near the edge of a large lake in the middle of a forested region. You have the beginnings of some crops as well as a number of domesticated animals. Because of everyone being busy and good organizational skills, the tribe is well stocked and has many provisions. This helps for when every two weeks, a group from a larger nearby tribe comes for tribute with the promise of protection.
A couple months ago you ambushed and killed most of one of their tribute...
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Will be continuing play from the previous thread where it left off, will back link for clarity.
>Also for anyone in the previous thread, if you care to link any other pertinent info or statistics, that would be greatly appreciated.
I have redone the population statistics.
Population total = 16
>>183735
Hey it's me, the numbers guy who apologises for slight inaccuracies. Caused by me accounting for a child twice.
Now to the stats;
Culture percentages; (Enslaved populations are treated as a separate culture)
Original tribe = 37.5 %
Lumpar tribe = 12.5 %
Enslaved Lumpar tribe = 18.75 %
Nomad tribe = 25.0 %
Enslaved Raider tribe = 6.25 %
Next gender (Including children/babies) percentage male = 37.5 % male
Percentage...
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My name is Mary.
I now own a dungeon.
Not by choice, mind you. I was forced into this when the previous owner placed a curse on me after I tried to audit him. Now I'm the ruler of this place until my asshole of a boss decides to send someone to free me from the curse.
So, anywhere between a month and forever.
But I'm trying to make the most of it while I'm here.
I've been running the dungeon well. I've got quite a bit of staff and a small army now.
>>191411
The Dungeon itself is in decent shape.
There are some interesting rooms going on and we have a builder now to get the Miniboss up and going.
We also unlocked some new things.
Here's a list of stuff I've been told.
Assets
G:392
Runes: 6
Mana: 26
Staff: 4
Army: 11
===Items===
Chests: G10
Food: Good- G10, Excellent- G20
===Basic Units===
Builder: Can build rooms. Can also construct hallways for the dungeon and fill any space with basic traps. G-500...
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>>191415
And even though everything is going well.
It just seems so hectic.
How do people live like this?
All the noise
All the movement.
I liked my other job. I could just sit at my desk, do paperwork.
Occasionally I would go out and audit some people.
I saw a Mimic eat a Slime today.
That's just not something I normally see.
"The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and what could be again."
Trying out something new. This Quest will have no dialogue besides when we collect items.
Let's explore dreams and see what we find.
What do we do?
>>182994
Play video games
The sound of labored breathing escaped the lips of a young boy, accompanied by the crashing of thunder and the cracking of the branches that marked the boy’s pale skin with red scratches as his bare feet stepped on them and his bare chest broke them. He was running, frantically attempting to escape something in the torrential rain that surrounded the forest, his eyes were filled with the terror of seeing a monster, and his movements were those of a desperate, desperate person trying to escape fate itself. With a scream the boy’s foot was trapped in a stray vine and he collapsed,...
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>>182471
>> Speak with your brother, in the room connected to yours
>>182517
Change my mind to
> Browse the internet for dream omens
