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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
Combat:
http://pastebin.com/e1peu2ih
http://pastebin.com/1niidZEa
Enchanting:
http://pastebin.com/jUQKQLLx
Fluff:
http://pastebin.com/ydKwNLba
http://pastebin.com/sijmZSSf
http://pastebin.com/UygnkCBe
http://pastebin.com/gR0sgiFu
http://pastebin.com/ibi8j7Md
http://pastebin.com/q8rQUjzS
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Notes:
Using names or trips in this quest is heavily discouraged. While it is impossible for me to prevent you from doing so, I ask that you not. I will also not count any votes made while using names or trips.
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 acknowledgement of what you've said.
As the two of you begin to navigate the halls, Profectus' voice drops to a whisper. "No, but seriously. Why don't you do anything substantive with what you've come to understand? I mean, it kind of seems like you've only used it to create trinkets."
"I'm not really sure." You admit, sighing wearily. "Lack of necessity and ideas, I suppose. I've been toying with a few ideas though. Making a ring to expand the mind, or a weapon of some sort to shoot lightening. I think both would be fairly simple artifacts to make, but I worry they may need to be further refined before I actually attempt to create them. Obviously I'd need some method of controlling the lightening weapon, I was thinking vys could work. Perhaps some sort of elaborate construction similar to my pistol whereby depressing a trigger presses a mark rune to an array activated by mark, thus firing the weapon. I feel I would need Skull Kid's assistance in constructing such a weapon in a manner that doesn't shock the user."
Profectus nods his head appreciatively. "Alright, lightning guns sound useful. I could get behind that. All I'm saying, Mik, is that you've been given a gift that you've hardly used." He can see your obvious rebuttal, and begs you hold your tongue. "I know, I know. I'm hardly one to talk. I at least recognize my laziness for what it is."
As much as you hate to admit it, he has a point. You still dig your elbow into his arm. Not hard enough to cause any real harm, but he feigns hurt nonetheless. "Perhaps I'll let you test my creations then, if you're so eager for me to put what I've learned to good use."
He shrugs his shoulders, stone hand rubbing his upper arm. "I wouldn't mind that. Gods know it wouldn't be the first time, and I imagine your artifacts would require a lot less bodily harm than the ones currently attached to me."
(1/3)
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.”
(2/3)
“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 all. When ten thousand men clash discipline wins the day.”
You frown, slipping easily back into the first form after a sweeping kick. “It's not like the Rhynian Empire managed to keep their territorial gains. For the vast majority of the war the Fortress of Eshnuk served as the border between Rhynia and Hiacia. There are notably few examples of expansion beyond, limited to the rule of but a single Emperor and lost during the reign of his successor.”
You finish running through each of the ninety-three forms only moments after Darzi managed the same, despite her initial head start. With that out of the way you turn to face one another, bowing low as a sign of respect. It seems Darzi intends to spar traditionally, judging by the fact she immediately falls into her stance, but you were under the impression that you'd be meditating upon forms first.
>You'd actually prefer to meditate using a different method, like Meditation upon Reality, so this works out perfectly.
>Suggest getting the meditation out of the way before you start throwing one another around the courtyard.
>If you spar first, Meditation upon Forms could serve as a way to relax afterwards.
>Write-in
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 Sarilu and his vassals, it is only right for the children of Sarilu to be the Leaders of our Faith.
As fate happens to want it, Sarilu has a lot of children, his dynasty is also currently ruling Kianur, and will hopefully remain to do so forever.
Thus, the Priesthood has granted the Sarsarrum the title of Anshargal (Great Prince of Heaven) as the rightful successor to Gilgaram.
The Sarsarrum, while honored, is not impressed, but realizes the potential that lies with his dominion over the Priesthood.
He's got better things to do right now however, and decides to look for an ancient trade-kingdom he's read about in the great libraries.
"Carthage"
This kingdom allegedly lies to the west, so he sends a few Tamtubaltus westward, and hopes to get an answer some time soon.
Surely enough, after about 2 weeks he's got an answer from the West.
The "Kingdom" of Carthage has become a Republic in the meantime.
The Sarsarrum is not quite sure that what is, but his chancellor has the knowledge to explain it to him.
Apparently, a Republic is not run by a King, but instead an elected leadership of Commoners.
That Idea just seems ridiculous to him, but what Barbarians do at home is none of his concern.
He decides to open trade with Carthage, seeing as both have quite the interest in money.
It is unclear however what will come of this trade in the future.
What will we do next?
>>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 United States. There are two main entry requirements for this academy. One, students must already be attending secondary school, and be at least 16 years of age. Two, students must be the absolute best at a specific talent out of the combined student body of the four countries listed above. There is no way to apply to Yggdrasil Academy. The only way in is for the school itself to scout you. Because all students attending the academy have something they specifically are the absolute best at, they are referred to by a specific title.
Omegas.
As they're the complete end-point when it comes to students in pursuit of that talent, it's only fitting to call these end-points of talent Omegas. After all, there's no surpassing an Omega.
Our Protagonist, Zachary Lineman, is the Omega Actor. After having been granted access to the first floor, Zachary managed to get Monokuma's permission to put on a play. To that end, he retired to his room for the day to rewrite the script of one of his favorite plays from memory alone.
Student E-Handbook: http://pastebin.com/pYh4s2iW
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 do you do?
>>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 you out of jail.
- If you take too long to decide on a course of action, your legs and arms may start moving on their own.
>>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. It feels important that you go.
>>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 old
>Status: Shopping at merchant stall
>Human female #2
>~Age: 65 years old
>Status: Sitting on bench
>Human female #3
>~Age: 40 years old
>Status: Walking along water's edge
>Human [unidentified sex] #1
>~Age: 12 years old
>Status: Standing by water's edge. Possibly looking at you.
>Leave the airship and approach a human female. Which one?
>Stay in the airship and continue to observe the port and look for human females
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 powerful and wise Witches: Originally human, they originated from your time, before the apocalypse, and have sustained themselves until now by bio-engineering themselves to the extreme, and "eating" other humanoids to replenish their tissues.
Characters:
Red's City
-Red Witch: The first witch you met, and an expert in mechanical technology. Enthusiastic, arrogant and self-centered. Stole Witch-technology from Blue to make her what she is now. She has a harem of Nymphs which she uses as livestock, back at the city.
-Adam: The leader of the Red Witch's Nymph harem.
-Laura: Nymph child the Red Witch used as a human bomb which you saved.
-Pampi: Former member of Red's harem, Blue's current apprentice, and your main aid in healing Jenny. Insightful and affectionate, but easily gives into pressure. Ridiculously proportioned Nymph, and one of your lovers.
-Jenny: The closest thing you have to a daughter. Has a child-like passion, and loves books, but he can't read. She is a Nymph you've rescued from being fully digested by the Red Witch, and you've spent a lot of time trying to reverse the damage she has sustained.
Titan Village
-Blue Witch: The inventor of the Witch technology, and living patron saint of the Titan village. Old, patient and maternal. She is an incredibly powerful, but crippled ally, who needs to rest often due to her self-sacrifices for the greater good.
-Black Witch: One of Blue's former apprentices. A titan-witch. Tina's mother and an expert in psychology. Loving and kind but Machiavellian and cold to achieve her goals. Obsessed with the mental limitations Titans have, such as being unable to lie, and their lack of individualism.
-Keiko: A gigantic Nymph/Keiko mix, larger than any other due to liger-like hybrid vigor. Naïve and impulsive, but with a good heart. Finds you immensely attractive because you're neither a Titan or a Nymph, but "right in between".
-Tina: The Black Witch's daughter. Ambitious and insolent. Currently, the only Titan who can lie.
-Titan Elders: Religious group of aged titans which live underground, take care of Blue, and lead the younger ones above.
-Rodri: Gruff titan who went with you on an expedition. A trustworthy man.
-Charles Smith: An Angel. Historian who helped the Titans found their village and religion. Cowardly, but good-natured.
(Cont.)
>>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 her own survival and immortality?
It was a question you mulled on in Pampi's hut, as you ate lunch - chicken with cucumbers. No sauce, no dressings, just that. Titan cuisine was rather bland, but you've gotten somewhat used to it already.
You noticed that there was an odd, muffled sound coming from that new choker Pampi made for herself, when she poked it, and she was poking it a lot recently. It was like a suction cup being attached and detached or something - you couldn't hear it too well.
"Can I clone you?" Pampi then asked, out of the blue. Her pupils turned into hearts as she looked at you, as they had recently developed to do.
"What?" you muttered into the piece of chicken you were putting into your mouth as you blinked. You pulled it out and looked at her. "Clone? Why?"
"J-Just say yes or no!" she chuckled, uneasily. "And, it wouldn't be full cloning, that would take way too long to grow and harvest, not to mention like, I'd have to use up so much material just to make something like that..."
She was right. Harvesting skin like you've done for the Demon Box was fairly easy, but things more complex than that were more troublesome.
"...But anyways! Y-yes or no?" she finalized, looking at you with pleading eyes as she started to knead that choker of hers into her neck with two fingers.
Cloning?
>Sure, no problem.
>No. It's out of the question.
Her new choker
>Ask her about what it is, it's important.
>Ask her about it, but don't try to insist if she is reluctant to answer.
>Don't bring it up.
>Write in
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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?
( Old thread: >>161172 )
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 parties, imprisoned the rest, though you were able to pass it off more or less as the work of evil spirits. Moving forward now, it seems you ran afoul of some raiders coming to the region.
>Previous thread
boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/156461
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 enslaved = 25 % (3/4 of whom are Lumpar)
I'll vote in a separate post
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 BOUGHT
Cook: Cooks food. Boosts morale for other units. G-200 (Kitchen Required) BOUGHT
Dungeoneer: Builds magical traps and manages the Army. Can also infuse demons with more runes. G-300 (Barracks required)
===Advance Units===
Archiver: Upgrade to Librarian. Can transmute runes. G-800
(More to be unlocked)
===Basic Rooms===
Kitchen: G-200 BOUGHT
Barracks: G200 BOUGHT
Empty Room: G50
Treasure Room: G100
===Advance Rooms===
Mini-Boss Room: G100
Final Boss Room: G1000
False Final Boss Room: G500 (Must contain a trap of some kind)
Trapped Room: G75 (Requires Builder)
Magical Trap: G100 (Requires Dungeoneer)
False Wall: G25 (Requires Dungeoneer)
Note: Rooms are furnished with the bare minimum. They can be enhanced with runes.
===Demon Summons===
Unlocked:
Slime: 1 Water Rune
Big Slime: 2 Water Runes
Royal Jelly: 1 Fancy 1 Water
Comfy Slime: 1 Comfy 1 Water
Mud Slime: 1 Water 1 Earth
Ice Elemental: 2 Water
Mimic: 1 Container
Cleric Plant: 1 Comfy 1 Fancy 1 Wood
==Miniboss==
Royal Slime Knight: 1 Water 1 Fancy 1 Sword 1 Metal
===Spells===
Unlocked:
Audit: Takes 1 item from target. 20 Mana
Calculate: Tells the worth of target. 10 Mana
Multiply: Temporarily creates a copy of an object. 20 Mana
Bankrupcy: Target loses all items. 100 Mana
Summon Lawyers: Summons a lawyer to distract target. 20 Mana.
>>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, with a resolute look of fear, the boy’s head slowly turned around, and was met with the shining white dots of eyes in the brush behind him, and the world turned to black as they pounced.
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Seth awoke with a start, the warm summer air in the room feeling cold as it hit the sheen of sweat that covered his body, dampening the sheets around him. Using the edge of a pillow he wiped his forehead and collapsed back down, taking a deep breath as he did. Looking to the side he noticed that it was only five in the morning, way too early for a fifteen year old like himself to be up during the summer, but yet here he was, laying in his dark bedroom wondering why he was being tortured with these dreams. They’d been happening for months now, he couldn’t explain exactly when they had begun, but they always ended up like this, drenched in a cold sweat and a rapidly beating heart.
He let out a quiet groan into the bed, “I really wish this would stop, but what the hell can I do about it?” he murmured. Talk to his parents? Now there was a laughable thought, how do you explain to your parents that you see a naked dude running through the woods from a monster? He’d be treated like a child, and he sure as hell couldn’t talk to his older brother Mark, he’d could just imagine the reply: “Dreaming of boys? Stop being a queer.”
> Contact a friend to talk to
> Speak to parents
> Speak with your brother, in the room connected to yours
> Collapse back in bed and sleep it off
> Browse the internet (Specify)
> Other (Write-in)Nothing is off limits in this quest, do what you will and I’ll write it,
There is a set storyline for the world, and Seth will be a part of it in some way, it is up to you however, to create his personality through YOUR choices, affect his future through YOUR thoughts, you are Seth, and you can do as you please, I'm giving as much power to the players as I can to control the character, so please make liberal use of write-ins when wanted.
Also, I'm stuck in a hotel for the next day so I'll have plenty of time to write this up/keep it updated - for all intents and purposes this world is going to become hidden-high-fantasy, so keep that in mind.
>>182471
>> Speak with your brother, in the room connected to yours
>>182517
Change my mind to
> Browse the internet for dream omens
